Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 21:39:17 -0500 From: Justin Kase Subject: Chad and Jeremy: Things go Wrong Sometimes things just don't go as planned. Sometimes there just isn't any planning. Planning means that you have to think about it. Thinking doesn't necessary go with teenage boys. There were many good times and a lot of exploration associated with growing up with my brothers and friends, there were also a lot of things that weren't so great. Now, I can look back and laugh, at most of them, some still make me grimace. I figure those were even learning experiences. Here are a few short stories and some bits of wisdom: Making a Girl - - - It was near the end of a long hot summer and we had run out of things to do. We had gotten into as much trouble as we could and went looking for more. I think I was 11 or 12 and spent time hanging with my friends and my brothers and their buds. I was with Chad and his 4 good buds. They had kept me naked for an entire day, poked things in my different holes, and thoroughly embarrassed me (with my full enthusiasm). Too much time on their hands have them the idea of dressing me like a little girl. We were at one of Chad's friends, Ken's house. Ken had a little sister, a year or so younger than me, a pretty healthy girl, large boned. She left her training bra out and that was an invitation to explore the possibilities with it. I slipped it on and twisted around giggling and showing off. It lay flat on my flat chest, I figured girls nipples were just sensitive and so they had to wear a bra even if they didn't have tits to hold up. I tossed the bra to Chad who held it up against his shirt clad body and said something witty that got some laughs. I was rarely wearing a shirt back then. I kept one with me, so I could go into the 7-11's and other such fine establishments that limited service to those with shirts and shoes. Chad rarely took his shirt off that summer. He was in that developmental stage when his nipples were a little swollen and if squeezed could produce a drop of milk or so. I think he thought he was turning into girl. And Chad, Ken, D.T., and Mike decided to make me into a girl. It wasn't all that much to do. They connected the back strap of the bra, and then had me slip on a soft pink terry clothe shorts set. My dark colored swimsuit was visible through the pink shorts and it was obvious that I had them on. I pulled them off and as I did, I exposed my boner. Still hairless and all, but I had a boner a good portion of the day, and pretty sure I had one all night long. At least I always woke up with a boner. My boner was the delight of the others, I feigned offense but rather enjoyed it really. When I put the pink shorts back on without the swimsuit, my boner tented out the clothe with nothing to hold it down. Ken quickly dug out a pair of panties, cute little ones with little pink flowers on them. They were a little tight on me but they did a good job of holding my boner against my body. It clicked in my head that there was no slit in the front, no need to pull out a dick. It wasn't that I didn't know that but it was a realization of the difference. All decked out in pink terry clothe, with berretts in my hair, I looked into the mirror and saw a sweaty dirty boy in girls clothing. I sure didn't make a very good girl at all, even an ugly one. When they got me to walk, it got even worse. I was told I looked like I was walking with a football held between my legs. Plenty of laughs, and I performed for them a while. They all had thoughts of taking me to the mall or movies and showing me off, but it was just too obvious that it just wouldn't work. I escaped to pee and tossed off the shorts and top. I slid my swimsuit over the top of the panties and would end up wearing them home. I kept those for years until I packed up for college, not really doing much with them, well, using them to catch a cum or three. Then, we were able to convince D.T. into trying on the shorts. D.T. had recently changed his name to D.T. as his given name had taken on a new meaning. Damien was a good name for a boy but he did not appreciate the constant comparison between him and the boy in the movies, it just wasn't a good Omen. D.T. looked pretty good in the shorts. He had long enough hair that the berretts could change the look into a girlish doo. When he rinsed the dirt off his legs in the tub, he got even better looking. Flip-flops completed the look. We got D.T. to swap into another pair of girl's panties when his tighty-whiteys could be seen in the slit on the side of the shorts. D.T. barely had pubes, not like Ken who looked like he had a small poodle holding on to his dick, not like Chad who had a nice brown bush that was still filling in, and not like Mike who had soft full pubes and a few right around his belly button. I loved the look when his little fuzzy boner disappeared inside the panties. Anyway, we got D.T. to take a trial spin around the neighborhood. If it worked out, we were headed for the public at the mall. We took a big loop around the block, only a few people were even out to take a look. D.T. walked with a swing that any one would want in their backyard. We made it so obvious that something was going on that we just got a whole lot of weird looks. One old guy squirted water at us, halfway joking but it was enough to get us away from him. An old lady expressed her concern about the little girl stuck in the middle of us dirty minded boys. When we got back to Ken's house and walked inside, we found his mother and little sister. If we hadn't left D.T.'s shorts, shirt, and undies in her room, we might have escaped. Ken's sister screamed the entire time, so mad that her clothes were violated. Ken's mother lectured and yelled, held her head in desperation, yelled a little more, and pointed fingers all around. Ken kept trying to talk but really didn't have much to explain, mostly just told his sister to shut up. D.T. kept trying to go change back, he had the top off and was wanting to go get his clothes back on. I stood in the corner by the door, I was holding on to Chad's hips and hiding behind him. I could more feel him laughing than hear him and I fought hard to keep from laughing out loud. Mike was blocking the door, if he would have only moved, we could have run away but I think he was so enthralled in the scene that he just had to watch. Finally, Ken's mother told D.T. to go change and with that Chad and I pushed right out the door and ran. We got in trouble that evening. Just got yelled at. It wouldn't have been so bad but Chad let it be known that I was the first one in the girl's panties. We got yelled at enough, and grounding us didn't work, Chad and I would find something to get us in trouble with anyway. We really didn't get an allowance, so cutting that off wasn't a punishment. Just some yelling. I didn't participate in any more cross dressing, but D.T. did at least one more time. It was just at Halloween in his senior year. He looked something like Carrie in her prom dress. I thought that was weird for years, Damien playing Carrie. Hidden in the Freezer - - - I remember Jeremy and Chad doing it and thought it would be a good idea. Before I was able to cum, my brothers would jack and once in a while shoot into a jar. We would admire their production sloshing around. Then they would close it up and stash the jar in the freezer in the garage. I had all but forgotten about it. At the time, both of my brothers were living out of the house and it was just me and my parents, who I tried to avoid as much as possible. There were a couple of boys my age who I would do stuff with, but never really at the same time. We did jack a lot. It was with one of these boys that I started collecting cum in a jar. It happened easily enough, just jacking in the yard in the dark of the evening and needed something to cum in. A jar was near by and we shot our loads into that. I would go get the jar from a couple of layers deep under the beef and venison and add to the frozen cum. My two friends added about two loads each. Most of it was mine, until the two younger boys from the street reached the age they could cum too. I was several years older then they were, they looked up to me like I was some sort of hero, not sure why at all. I know I was responsible for the majority of their sexual education. Its probably worth another story but I was the first boy they ever saw jack and cum, I was responsible for their first cum, and second one to ever suck their dicks. They would be waited out on the curb as I got home from school. Just waiting for me to get into my room, strip out of our jeans, pull out our boners and start pumpin', jerkin', strokin', rubbin'. On days that we had time, we did a little more but most of the time a good fast jacking was good enough. A nice clean peanut butter jar allowed me to watch the cum shoot out of their dicks. We tried to shoot at the same time, it was a great sensation touching and cumming. Two shooting into the jar was easy enough, but if all three shot at the same time, I usually ended up with cum shot all over my belly. It didn't take us long to fill up the peanut butter jar and another jar, probably a jelly jar, just a little smaller. You could see all the different cums, some a little yellow, some so pure white, and mixed with clear. The aroma from the fresh cums was great, the mixture made it more complex and full. Something got us away from that game of collecting cum and I just left the jars hidden away under the layers of meat. I know that I should have done something with the jars. I just forgot about them for a while. It might have been a couple of years when I came home and found my mother cleaning out the freezer. She found the jars, suspected that it might be something illegal and got my father involved. I'm not sure how they determined what it was. I envision them smelling, feeling, sliding a finger across the top and tasting it, maybe letting it thaw a little and testing it again. I got a couple of lectures. A lot of yelling again. I heard the theories of going blind if I didn't quit. I was asked what I thought I was thinking. And then there was the pained expression when he growled that they had to eat the meat that was touching that stuff. (If he only knew what that idea made me do a few weeks later when I was really mad at him.) Probably Not as Good as a DNA Test - - - It's a serendipitous thing about having close intimate contact with your brothers' dicks and balls that when they try to convince you that you were adopted, you know better. Jeremy's and Chad's equipment was just too similar to mine that there was no way we were not related. I knew them very well and I could compare them to their friends' and mine. It wasn't just the shape of their dick heads. The way the skin on their shafts slid up and down was different. Even the veins that grew large on their dicks were similar to each other but different from the other boys'. My dick was just too much like theirs. And my brothers' balls felt so much like mine, especially as mine grew. The taste and the smell gave it away too. The Leap - - - Mike was in Chad's grade and started out as his friend but grew to be someone very close to me. I had become a regular at his house. It was somewhere I could go for quiet. It was so much calmer at Mike's house, and cleaner too. I could talk to Mike and he would listen to me just like Jeremy had before he left for college. It had been some time since Mike and I started playing around. I had joined him on vacation trips and several afternoons. Mike may have been a little bit of a mess, usually with a few crumbs of food stuck to him, shirt tucked into his undies, or his hair needing to be introduced to a brush or comb. He loved to keep me clean and fresh. I would take many showers with him to be followed with a truly wonderful treatment of powdering. Most of the powder would end up on my balls and dick, but also covering my butt and belly. It was a sensuous treatment. With his hands moving smoothly over my naked body, I would sometimes purr at the pleasure of it all. We had just come out of his shower and toweled off. I was hard from the second I got into the house and just waiting to get powdered. We went to our usually place, in the living room, and laid out a big towel. I was on my back, knees bent and legs spread. Mike had plenty of powder on my balls and dick and spread some behind my balls. It was a slow and wonderful jack. Mike was talking to me, telling me all kinds of things to get me even more aroused. He had scooted up so that my leg was resting between his and I could feel his boner pressing against me. I was completely enjoying the soft, sensual massage. I was so content that I was drifting into another realm of being. Mike's hand was gone, then I realized he was too. I opened my eyes only to see a panicked look on his face. He was frozen in place as he yelled for me to hide. He took a step toward me as the front door opened. He planted and cut the other way down the hall towards his room. I was on my feet, I couldn't decide which way to go. It was obvious to me that if I tried to make it to his room, the women coming in the door would surely see me. I made a few false steps but then flew to the couch. It was an old couch, or settee, or love seat, not real sure but it had a big curved carved wood back and covered with a red and gold cushions. It was said to be an antique of some value. It was set at an angle in the corner of the room. I had hidden there before while screwing around with Mike and Chad. I lept over the back, at least I left my feet and lept at the back of the couch. I got one leg over, my balls smashing into the carved wood edge, my dick scraping along and I fell over the back. I landed flat on my side, slightly knocking the wind out of me, and the splat of my landing startled Mike's mother and aunt. I lay there quietly, holding my breath and definitely holding my balls. Mike's mother called for him and his answer from down the hall took her attention away from me. I felt like I had been kicked in the balls, I hadn't hurt that much there since that little asshole Hilton had punched me in the balls as I stood on the ladder in school putting up Christmas decorations. He said he just couldn't resist, my balls were right at punching level. It also felt like a layer of skin had been peeled off my dick. I didn't feel any blood but I was afraid to look at it. I was just lying there, trying not to move, trying to breathe, and trying to remain hidden. I could see the feet of Mike's mother and aunt. His aunt sat down on the real couch across the room, his mother got glasses of water and ice. She yelled at Mike to come get his nasty towel off the floor. Mike came back in wearing jeans and grabbed the towel. I could tell he was trying to look for me but his mother told him to go stay in his room for a little while. Then for the next couple of hours, it seemed like a couple of days, the women talked about how low men were, especially Mike's uncle. He did her wrong, I didn't really care, I just wanted them to go feel sorry for themselves somewhere else. I was only a few feet away from them, naked and powdered. My clothes were at the other end of the house, my accomplished banished there as well. I had no real chance of escape, I just had to remain hidden. As soon as I caught my breath, and the pain in my balls subsided to a throbbing, I got another boner. I stayed flat on the floor and fingered my dick quietly. Several times I almost gave up, almost decided to just stand up and crawl out completely naked in front of the women. I thought about establishing a little more dignity and calling for Mike to bring me a towel or my pants so I could crawl out covered up a little. But then, even though I was not listening to all the things that Mike's aunt had been saying, I knew I would be in more trouble just by listening. I just couldn't get out until they left. It wasn't until Mike came down the hall and complained about being hungry that it broke up the little meeting of the men haters. It was a few more minutes before his mother and aunt left the house to go get pizza and ice cream. I stood up as soon as the door shut. I scared the shit out of Mike. He thought I ran out the back door hours ago. He even tossed clothes out the window so I would have something to wear as I ran home. I wasn't so upset that it wasn't fun for me to run naked out the back of his house to retrieve my clothes. Levels of Stupidity - - - Don't stick that little red tube that is stuck to the side of a can of WD-40 in your dick. And once you do stick that tube in your dick, do not let your brother hook it up to the can and spray WD-40 in your dick. If you really want to know how it felt, email me, its not worth the experience to find out. Beware of the Zip - - - It was another adventure with Mike that caused more damage to my poor little dick. Nothing permanent. I even heard a line on "Malcolm in the Middle" that I used that evening. Being the 3rd brother in a not so wealthy family, I got hand-me-downs all the time. I remember telling Mike that I was the third person to own the underwear I had on. Other than a jock strap, I was in college before I had my own new undies. It was a great experience. It sent shivers up my spine when I stood in the department store where I was working and held a package of Jockeys. I even used my employee discount. I was unaware that they came in a package of 3. I knew but never experienced undies that didn't have multiple holes (for better ventilation, I was told) in the seat and front. I put on a pair as soon as I got back to the dorm and walked around in my room and halls as long as I could in just my undies and a t-shirt. I found out that there is elastic in the legs too, it kept my balls from falling out the side. By my 3rd year at college, I owned 40 pairs. I never took them home for my mother to wash. It was a quiet evening of play with Mike. I know I was powdered and treated nicely. Our conversation got talking about underwear. I told Mike that my undies that were on his floor had been worn by Chad and Jeremy before that. Even though he had just jacked and cum, the conversation was getting him hard again. I noticed and just couldn't resist pushing the arousal even more. I laid it on thick, talking about undies and such. By the time I had to go home, we jacked a few more times. Mike asked me if he could keep the pair of undies. It would mean that I would just have to turn another pair inside-out to make it through the week, but I let him keep them. I wasn't used to going commando, and when I zipped up, I caught the skin of my dick. It burned and it brought a tear to my eye. I wasn't so stuck that it required medical attention, nothing like "Something About Mary". I ended up with 3 small but nasty blood blisters right down the top of my dick. Once they didn't burn, it was fun fingering them. I also know there were guys in the PE showers who noticed. Speed is Relative - - - When you streak a girls' slumber party, it's a good thing to be faster than the girl's father. Its even better to be faster than the guys streaking with you. That doesn't matter if the slower guy trips you as you are trying to run away. I hope some of this made you smile. Email me and tell me what you have done that made you a little smarter sbc_tek@hotmail.com