Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 13:06:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry Butler <practicumscribe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vernon, Gene, and Me

Vernon was taller, more muscular, and way smarter than I was. It surprised
me when he sat next to me in the cafeteria one day and offered me his new
dessert. I thought it odd that he'd go through the lunch line and buy a
chocolate pudding and then tell me to take it. I suppose it was something
on the order of, do you want some candy little boy, but there was no reason
to think it odd at the time. What was odd was a popular guy like Vernon
Collins sitting with a virtual nobody like me.

After we'd been talking for a week or more, he invited me to watch him play
Lacrosse and there was a great deal of whistle blowing, bodies colliding,
and guys lying on their back in the middle of the football field, trying to
recover from a hit they'd taken. I was certain that Lacrosse was not my
sport. If this happened when you scrimmage your own teammates, what was the
carnage when you played against another school.

Late in the day as Vernon clashed with his teammates, he was leveled by a
guy he never saw coming. As he lay on his back, after limping and dragging
himself off the playing field, I was certain I neither understand the point
of the game, nor did I care. I knew guys my age who had a strong desire to
hit things and hurt people, but there were limits in my mind, but not so in
La Cross.

I saw nothing in the sport that interested me and I wouldn't spend another
afternoon watching my new friend get his brains scrambled. I walked over to
where Vernon final came to rest, writhing as he held both of his hands over
where his nuts rested inside his equipment. His knees were curled up toward
his chest as he rolled from side to side.

"You okay, Vern?" I asked with some concern for his wellbeing.

"Fuck! I'm ruptured. ...Fuck!"

"You are?"

"Oh man!" he said, rolling from side to side without having any desire to
hold a discussion about the condition of his balls.

"You going to be okay, Vern? You want I should get you some help?"

Our posture didn't change for some time as he waited for the pain to
subside. The guy that hit him came running up while the action moved in our
direction. He stopped to stand over Vern with his stick held up across his
chest and a protective metal cage covering his face.

"You okay, Vern? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried, asshole," Vern said more in a primal
scream than a polite exchange of ideas.

"Cool," his teammate said jauntily, trotting happily off to catch up with
his team.

I really didn't get it.

I suppose that my opinion of La Cross had little or nothing to do with my
feelings for Vernon. I was flattered he spoke to me and now we spent time
together almost every day. I kneeled next to him and was duly concerned but
wasn't certain where I fit into it all for him.

"Is there anything I can do?" I persisted, once he stopped moaning.

"Nah, I'll be okay," he said, looking up at me as he spoke.

It was while we were situated very close to each other that I finally got
some sense of why we were together. It was after Vernon had thrust his
right hand deep inside his shorts, I found him watching my eyes watching
where his hand disappeared. The placement of his hand was provocative
enough, but it was right then that he used his other hand to pull the front
of his shorts, accompanied by his jock, down below where his other hand
cradled his nuts.

His overexposure revealed a thick patch of blond pubic hair and his limp
dick lay to one side as he cuddled his low hanging balls and he checked
each one for damage. This wasn't all that unusual, I thought, although I'd
never seen anyone else who got kicked in the balls.

"They look all right to you, Ted?"

He pulled his shorts even lower as my eyes examined him. I didn't know what
I was looking for but La Cross had suddenly taken on some charm I hadn't
noticed earlier in the game. Vern switched between looking at his own balls
and looking at me looking at his balls.

"I don't know. They look like balls to me," I said. "What am I looking
for."

"Do they look swollen?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"I don't think so, Vern."

"Man, he got me a good one," Vern said, pulling on his dick and then
examining one ball and then the other, as I saw it all.

My excitement died down once he let his shorts go back up where they
belonged. Before long he was positioned on one knee, resting one elbow on
the other thigh as he looked ready to go back out onto the field, although
someone had brought his stick over and dropped it on the sidelines
nearby. Vern hadn't made any effort to pick it up.

I stayed where I was, figuring he was about to head back out for another
try, but he stayed there, while watching the ball make its rounds.

"What's up this weekend?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Why not stay over my house Friday night. I got a big bedroom, a computer,
some books you might like. It'll be fun."

"Cool!" I said, not getting much passed the stay over part.

"I'm going to need a Coke after practice. Want to go get one, too?"

"Sure," I said, feeling a stronger bond with Vern than before.

Once the team was released for the day, Vern came jogging over to me,
looking none the worst for wear. He took me into the locker room and sat me
on the bench next to his locker.

"I'll take a quick shower and we can go," he said casually, stripping naked
as I watched and tried not to appear as interested as I was.

He had blond hair on his legs, some of it thick, and a small amount on his
stomach. His ass was big, but not in a fat way. His thick thighs and
muscular lines made his stomach appear flat, while his chest and arms
bulged with his movements.  His soft blue eyes spent some time on me, when
I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I'd never spent much time looking at him
before he asked me to examine his most private parts and then I found a lot
to look at. There was something quite sexual about it all, except there
wasn't, and we did it in front of everyone, and that, too, excited me. I
was sure that I was reading too much into it, but I couldn't deny the way
it made me feel.

Vern was the kind of guy I wanted to be but never would be. I liked Vern
but I didn't see what he saw in me. I was heading nowhere fast and he had
the world by the balls.

My parents had met Vern and approved of him more than most of my
friends. He was impressive in body and mind. I was five foot seven and he
was six foot one half inch. I weighed in at one hundred eighteen pounds on
my best day and he was one hundred and sixty eight pounds. I had dark hair
and eyes that were extremely ordinary and he had light blond hair and eyes
that were so softly blue that they seemed to have the ability to look
through me, when he stared at me.

To top it all off, there was a thin black line around the iris in his eyes
and that made them penetrating. I'd only noticed that in the locker room,
after I attended practice that day. That was the day I noticed everything
about Vern for the first time. Up until then I was in the dark about what
was going on. After that, I was no longer in the dark, and I had the
fantasies to prove it.

I was ambivalent about my sexuality up until then. I hadn't had a
girlfriend, but I hadn't had a boy friend either. The only conclusion I
could come up with is that I was attracted to Vern. While I would never
tell him, I was certain he had figured it out. Even so, it hadn't put him
off me yet, and so I looked forward to spending time with him. Friday could
not come soon enough for me.

Vern came to my house to collect me, assuring my parents that I would be
safe. I don't think they cared about that, but they were certainly happy to
see me go. I suspect they wanted to try out what it was like to have a life
again, without there last son being under foot. There was no request for
phone numbers or verifications from Vern's parents, just happy smile as the
shut the door as quick as I went out.

"Your parents seem happy?" Vern said, putting his hand on the back of my
neck as we walked toward his house.

He towered over me and while there was a certain comfort being with him,
his hand started my insides churning. It didn't last long, and I was sorry
when he stopped touching me, but he did stop. I thought this was something
guys did, or maybe older guys did to younger guys, or guys that were having
other guys over to their house did to make the guy feel comfortable, but if
that was the case it didn't work. The fantasies came back before he took
his hand off my neck, along with the resulting affect of him willingly
touching me, hot flashes and the desire for more.

I couldn't believe the way Vern was once he was home. He danced around the
kitchen collecting chips, pudding cups, Coke, ice cubes, and joking with
his mother who seemed more than happy to assist him. Twice he kissed he on
the cheek and thanked her for being such a wonderful mom. Both of us had
our arms full by the time we hit the steps to go upstairs.

"See you in the morning, Mom," Vern said.

"You boys going out later on?" his father asked.

"Maybe walk to the mall later on," Vern said, leaning down to look in the
direction the voice came from.

"Not too late and don't bring back everyone at the mall," the same voice
ordered.

"Okay, pop," Vern said, happily leading me to his room.

It was a big room with no surprises at all. There was only one bed, but I
had thought about it and pictured one large bed or perhaps bunk beds,
discarding that idea, thinking Vern would have a large bed all to himself
and he did. There were the sports posters and pennants. A beautiful colored
poster of a Harley adorned one wall and a full-length poster of Billy Bob
Thorton faced it from another.

He immediately filled our glasses with ice cubes from the bucket he had
brought from the kitchen, and he poured both glasses full from a 2-liter
bottle of Coke. He busted open a huge bag of Doritos along with the bag of
Ruffles. We then munched and drank as we played computer games that he had
obviously mastered. The lack of competition had him bored in no time.

He then got on the Internet to check his email. There were subject lines
like, big guy, honey bunch, and Mr. Hot Bod. He didn't open any of those
and went straight to some more mundane subjects. He giggled and typed a few
words and sent them off in a quick flurry of responses.

He then clicked on "favorites", clicking on HOT CHICKS! And a blond girl
appeared with a bosom so large it was difficult for me to conceive her
walking without aids.

"You like?" Vern asked.

"Does anyone really have tits that big?" I asked.

"You don't do porn?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"My computer is in the dinning room. No, I don't do porn."

"Cool," he said, shutting down the connection.

There was a sudden coolness in the room. It was like an opportunity had
been lost. We were there sitting next to each other at the computer and
then he was off again.

"I didn't say I didn't like it," I said, hoping for a reprieve. "I don't
get a chance to see it much is all."

Vern had moved to the side of his bed where it was closest to the
window. He lifted the bedspread and reached well up under the mattress,
tossing a dozen gooks onto the bed. They were all fuck books. He then
jumped on the bed, picked up a book, and started going through the pages.

"Something for every taste," he said, letting the book down far enough for
his eyes to be on me. "Don't be bashful."

Vern had a way of filling up his clothes. He wore a T-shirt that fit him in
a way that showed off each muscle as he moved. He was more poured into than
wearing his jeans, and they held his ass tightly, making it look even
larger and rounder than it was. There was a definite line in the crotch
area, where his dick rested, or in this case lengthened. These were things
that were hard to deny as I walked over to the bed, kicking off my Nikes to
sit on the bed. I picked up a book and opened it to see some guy with a
dick as big as my forearm, screwing some chick in the ass.  "You like
anal. Cool!" Vern said, still watching me when he wasn't watching the pages
of his book, which had a busty cheerleader playing with her pompoms on its
cover.

"You like them big?" I asked.

"Depends on who they're on," he said, smiling from behind the magazine.

"You like them big?"

"I'm not much of a ladies man, Vern. I mean girls aren't all that
interested in me."

"Don't worry. They will be," he assured me.

"I'm not like you, Vern. I'm... I'm... I don't have muscles. I'm not that
good looking. I'm not an athlete. I'm not all that smart. I'm kind of
ordinary."

"You aren't," he said firmly. "I don't have ordinary friends."

That was cool. Friends? I liked the sound of it. He turned the page,
rearranged himself in his pants, and went back to the magazine.

"You like that one?" he asked. "I've got plenty more."

"It's fine. Doesn't it hurt?" I asked without thinking.

"Nah, not if you do it right."

"You can do it wrong. It looks academic. Insert dick into hole."

Vern dropped his book down and started laughing. "Dick in hole," he
repeated. "You're a poet, Ted."

"I told you I don't know that much."

 "Well, I know I'm going to bust the seam in my pants. I'm going to get
comfortable," he said as he stood, popped the button on his Levi jeans, and
pushed them off his muscled legs. "Don't be bashful. We're both boys."

He took the time to pull his T-shirt off before lying back on the bed. He
had the start of slight blond hair on the top of his chest. His nipples
were round, raised slightly, and about the size of a nickel. His chest
filled and released what seemed to be huge breaths of air and the bulge in
his baby blue bikini shorts was hard to miss.

The top of his bikini underwear was about five inches from his belly
button. There was a fine line of blond hair that ran from there to the
point where it disappeared under the material. The front was raised to
outline his erect dick. There was now sweat on his chest and his forehead
as he went back to his reading. I turned the page of the book that lay on
the bed next to my thigh and I looked at the next picture of the same guy
now buried completely in the ass of the girl.

I looked at Vern and the sweat, his chest, his stomach, and the bulge in
the baby blue bikini briefs. My mouth was dry, my dick hard, and my
self-control was under attack in a way that I'd never considered before. My
instincts told me to run for my life but there was no way I was going to
leave until he made me. I didn't know where it was all going but I wanted
to help it in any way I could. I stood up, unfastened my belt, undid my
pants, and I pushed my jeans onto the floor. The front of my boxers still
poked out in an odd way and there was nothing I couldn't do about it. When
I sat back on the bed to lean back on the pillow next to Vern's, his eyes
were watching the opening of my boxers as it spread apart and then closed.

"You do like anal," he said softly as his eyes moved up into mine.

I was starting to sweat and could feel a dribble of liquid in my armpits. I
swallowed hard smiled agreeably without agreeing to anything.

"You could fill up a hole with that," he said, indicating my dick.

"I never thought about it," I said.

"You've never... you're kidding, right."

"No... I told you girls don't like me. You've got it all but not everyone
does."

"All of what?" he asked, as he let the book rest on his chest.

"I'm not going to keep telling you how good you have it."

"I don't have it all that good, Ted. It's easy for a guy like you to think
a guy like me has it made, but I don't. There's lots of stuff that makes
life hard and that's pretty much true of all of us. Looks and a good bod
isn't all that much."

"Only guys that got it say that."

"You want a body like mine?"

"Fat chance. I could workout every day for ten years and not look as good
as you," I said.

"You think I look good?" Vern probed.

"Duh!" I said as he smiled at me before he laughed.

He picked up the book seeming quite proud of him self and almost
immediately went to playing with the front of his bikini briefs. His
fingers traced his dick in a gentle massage. He only lifted his hand off
his erect dick to turn the page. I held my book up and watched him
underneath it as I found it more and more difficult to breathe.

I was quite amazed by the fact he peeled the sheer material down until it
rested under his balls. His dick stood out and he wrapped his fingers
around it and started to jerk off.

"Man I'm fucking horny as hell," he admitted with there being no surprise
in his words.

"Your parents," I said with alarm.

"Doors locked. They knock and wait for me to answer. Go ahead. You're safe
here. You do jack off?"

"Yeah I do."

"I was starting to wonder about you. If it wasn't for the size of the bulge
in that tent you're wearing, I'd think you didn't like sex at all."

"I haven't had sex at all. Me and another guy played with each other when I
was eight," I confessed.

"Ah, mutual masturbation. There is hope for you," Vern said, placing the
magazine on his chest.  "It was when I was eight," I reminded him.

"You aren't eight any more."

"No."

"Well, I'm not bashful. I want you to feel comfortable. You do want to come
back, don't you?"

"Vern, you're jacking off. It's hard to get comfortable. I mean...."

"You said you did it."

"Yeah, but not with an audience."

"What audience. It's only the two of us. I thought we were friends. Friends
do stuff together don't they?"

"Yeah."

"Well," he said, looking at me and jacking off at the same time.

I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and hot, very, very, hot. I had never felt
this way before. My eyes were riveted to his jack off hand. He pulled down
on his cock and squeezed, flinching when he did so. We were both watching
it from different perspectives.

I leaned back, held my breath, and popped my dick out of the front of my
baggy boxers. I let my hand massage it and I was afraid to look at him and
see his reaction to my exposure. I duplicated what I'd just watched him do,
pulling down on my shaft and squeezing so that my cock would swell full.

"Damn! You're huge," he said in a gasp that surprised both of us.

"Not as long as yours," I said from memory.

"Thick. You're a butt buster buddy. You got one of the fattest I seen," he
said.

"You've seen a lot?" I joked.

"I've seen my share and that's big."

"It's okay?"

"Yes," he said. "It's better than okay."

He was right away scooting closer to me. I was scared by his sudden motion
and the fact our flesh now touched in an extremely sexual way.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Take off your shirt. We'll help each other out."

"Help each other out?" I asked, as I pulled the shirt over my head.

"Yeah, you do mine and I'll do yours. Okay?"

"Sure," I said, staring at his long white column of flesh.

"You first," he said.

"Why me first?" I asked, thinking there was a catch to it.

"You're my guest. Guests go first."

I tossed my shirt on the floor next to my jeans and reached out to replace
his hand with mind on his dick. Our fingers mingled for several seconds as
he let go and I took control. I was certain he was now going to say he
wouldn't touch mine, but before I thought the thought, his fingers were on
me, stroking and squeezing gently.

"Damn, you're so thick," he said.

I heard every word but I was so busy trying to silence my pounding heart
that I couldn't talk. I was certain I'd have a heart attack and die right
there on the spot, but I didn't care. I was not only holding Vern's dick in
my hand but he was holding my dick in his. More than that, he was stroking
me in a most wild and wonderful way as I watched him do it.

"Hey, stud. You've got to do more than hold it. Like I'm doing. Just hold
it firmly and pump it. Yeah. That's nice. That's not so bad, is it?"

"No," I said as I felt the quivering of his excited dick in my fingers.
"Okay," he said after a few minutes of mutual masturbation. "Lie back and
relax."

I did as he said and he kneeled on the bed over me. I refused to give up
his dick but it became more difficult to control the motion. I watched his
powerful arm as he pumped my dick with his mouth breathing hot air on the
tip.

"Damn your head is big. Does that feel okay?" He inquired.

"Yeah, but you better be careful. I'm going to go off in a minute you keep
doing it like that."

"You like it?"

"Absolutely."

"You going to do it for me?"

"Absolutely," I said, and in that instant he blew every circuit I had by
carefully stretching his mouth over my dickhead, using his tongue in a most
marvelous way.

"I'm... You're...," and I could neither remember nor forget what it was I
was going to say or what it had to do with what we were doing.

With his lips on my shaft, both of my hands on the back of his head my hips
did a tango on his wide-open mouth, I exploded in an orgasmic release of
universal proportions.

There was an instant when he wanted off my dick, but it passed so swiftly
that I simply fucked his face for all I was worth with no consideration
given to any displeasure it might have caused my host. I was dizzy and
delighted, extraordinarily excited, and dutifully drained before my muscles
relaxed to release him off of my dick.

He sat back on his heels, looking down at my spent body. His dick stood
straight out, leaking a clear version of the industrial strength load I'd
just passionately pumped into his mouth. He coughed and tried to clear his
throat but seemed little the worst for wear.

"I don't do that," he said. "I didn't."

There was nothing unhappy or displeased that I could read into it. He'd
given me my first blowjob and I had responded accordingly. I guess a better
man might have let him make the choice of whether he wanted to eat it or
not, but I had no such options. I was locked into the conclusion long
before I knew where it was all going to end up.

"Did you like it?" He asked.

I was still panting and gasping for air. My small version of a chest pumped
mightily to keep my lungs full. My heart was still pounding in my ear as I
stared at the delightful eyes that stared at me.

"It has a certain appeal," I said with a gasp on either end of the words.

He laughed.

"I don't do that for everyone," he said.

"I should hope not," I said.

"How about you?"

"No, I can honestly say I've never done it with anyone and it was worth
waiting for."

"No, can you do that to me?" He asked, some uncertainty in the words.

"Absolutely," I said and I smiled and felt better than I had ever felt
before.

He leaned back and moved my hand from his throbbing dick. He kept staring
at my face and my eyes were lost in his. I'd never felt more alive or more
like I shared something with another person. Whatever it was, I never
wanted it to end. I never wanted my growing feelings for Vern to stop
growing.

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