Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 17:16:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners Chapter 3 The rest of the day was normal. Normal in the sense that Arnie and I kept our pants on! The storm had brought a lot of limbs down from the trees, and we worked with Arnie's dad in the yard cleaning it up. He told me to stop calling him Mr. Holt and use his first name, Michael. Even outside, he was watching me. He always worked wherever I was working. I even moved to places we already cleaned to see if he followed me. He did. It was still very humid and getting hotter by the minute. After about an hour, we had all stripped off our shirts – even Arnie's dad. His chest was hairier than Arnie's, but he was just as toned. I never noticed that about him since Arnie had been the object of my affection. But ever since he saw us naked and hard in the shower, I got the feeling I was going to be in trouble, so I paid a lot of attention to what he was telling us to do and obeyed every word. I guess I was afraid he'd tell my parents if I didn't obey him. Arnie was acting the same way, but I didn't know if that was any different than normal. I have friends who totally dis their 'rents and others who wouldn't dare do anything their parents didn't approve of. I never paid much attention to how Arnie was with his dad before today. Julie had made sure we "remained hydrated" by bringing out ice water, which she demanded we drink. They were tall glasses – taller than I was used to – so I allowed some to spill out from my mouth cooling my upper body as I drank. It looked like sweat, and I was impressed with how it made me look – more like a sweaty working man than just a 10-year old-boy. Arnie was told to find a box of large garbage bags in the garage to put the small branches in. His dad asked me to follow him with the wheelbarrow of twigs we gathered. It was big for me but I managed to push it to the rear of the yard to where they stacked wood for camp fires. The wood was stacked behind an old shed to hide it from view. As we were unloading the wheelbarrow, Michael announced the water was going right through him and he had to take a leak. Of course that got my interest and I immediately hoped I would get to see his wiener. I was surprised that he made no attempt to turn away like my friends always do. In fact, he moved closer to me, unzipped his shorts and pulled out his wiener and balls about 2 feet away from me! I was so surprised that I guess I just stared at it. I'd seen my dad's wiener before but only as he changed or quickly walked past my room. Never before on display like this. Not only was Michael's so much bigger than Arnie's, but it looked really different – like his end was missing. As soon as I thought that, his end came out like a turtle's head from its shell. As soon as it did, he proceeded to shoot a strong piss stream on the ground in front of us. "If you gotta go too, now's the time, Zach," he said to me, breaking me out of my trance. "No, I don't have to," I honestly answered. "Oh come on, I'm sure you do after drinking all that water. Whip it out and try. This is the only place in the yard that is hidden enough to do this." I had that feeling again – that if I didn't do as he said, he'd tell my parents about Arnie and me in the shower together. My shorts had an elastic band so it was easy for me to pull them down with my underwear and hold my wiener for pissing. "Don't hold it Zach – just let it fly. That's what so cool about pissing outdoors, you don't have to worry about where it sprays." he instructed. He had stopped pissing and just stood there with his wiener out. He let go of it and the end started to go back in. I was really nervous and didn't piss at all. We both just stood there fully exposed, looking at each other's stuff. "Have you ever seen one like mine?" he asked. I shook my head no. "It's uncircumcised. You were like this when you were born, but the doctor cut this part off when you were just a few days old," he explained as he pulled his skin out to show me what he meant. "If you look at yours, you can see the scar where they did it," he said while not only pointing at my wiener, but touching it where he was talking about. I was nervous. Maybe more excited than nervous. I remember my heart beating really hard like when I get nervous. "I can look just like you by pulling the foreskin back like this," he demonstrated. "And when I get a hard-on like you and Arnie had in the shower this morning, it stays back all by itself. Wanna see?" he asked. I nodded. I wasn't obeying anymore. I really did want to see. He proceeded to rub his dick back and forth, and in about 30 seconds he stopped and just posed with his much longer and thicker wiener pointing straight out. He was right. His skin did stay back. He turned toward me and gave me a different view of it. He stepped closer and without asking, he touched my wiener like Arnie did, rubbing it between his thumb and finger. I got hard as wood in like 10 seconds. That made Michael smile. He kept rubbing me with one hand and himself with the other. His breathing became heavy like he just ran. His eyes went back and forth between looking at me and closing tightly. His mouth was half open. I may be only 10, but thanks to my unsupervised computer in my room, I was very familiar with what was going to happen next. I never saw it in real life – only on movies on my computer. I was very excited to see Michael shoot sperm and I felt my wiener get harder than it ever had before. Michael squeezed my wiener really hard and it hurt at first but only for a few seconds. It must have made him happy because a few seconds later he let out a huge breath of air and bam! Out shot gooey white sperm! The only problem was that he was pointing at me and he shot it all over my bare chest! It was thick and didn't drip too fast, but before he stopped shooting, it had dripped down into my crotch and over my wiener and his hand which was still touching it. I started to freak out a bit so he tried to scoop it up a bit and rubbed it on the back of the shed wall. He had a paper towel in his back pocket which he used to get what was left but some still remained. And it was drying quickly. His wiener was still hanging out and a long string of sperm was hanging from it. He didn't seem to care but I was trying to avoid it as it swung around. Just then we heard Arnie calling for his dad. We both zipped up and Michael called back to him. The only problem was that I was still hard and didn't have my shirt to hide it! Plus I still had sperm on my chest – especially in my belly button. "Just walk to the house and go to the bathroom to clean up. Push the wheelbarrow to hide that," pointing to my crotch. "I'll distract Arnie," he told me. We both emerged from behind the shed and split into our separate ways. I avoided eye contact with Arnie as long as I could, but when I looked up I could see he was looking directly at me wondering where I was going. I faintly heard Michael say, "Zach was too shy to take a leak outside. He's going inside to do it. Did you find the bags?" Once inside, I managed to avoid Arnie's mom as I found the powder room and closed the door behind me. I pulled down my shorts and underwear and stepped out of them. I noticed my underwear was wet where Michael's sperm dripped onto my wiener and balls. I got out of my clothes and wet a towel to clean up the dried sperm from my chest, belly, and crotch. Geez, he spermed a lot! My wiener had remained hard ever since Michael touched it. This is the first time I had used this bathroom, but like the other one it was full of mirrors! I could actually see my butt in another mirror if I stood just right at the one mirror. I liked the way I looked with my hard-on. My butt was nice and full too – a bubble butt I learned later. I re-wet the towel with hot water and held it on my hard-on. My firmness held the weight of the wet towel without even sagging. I looked at myself in the mirror and it looked like a coat hook! The warm towel felt really good. I rubbed it on my balls, too. When I took it off, the cooling effect was nice too. I started to wet it again with hot water when I about had the life scared out of me as Arnie's mom whipped open the bathroom door and stepped in! There I was completely naked except my sneakers with a huge hard-on. Well, as huge as a 10-year-old's hard-on can get. After both of us let out a gasp, we stood there staring at each other with wide eyes for like 5 seconds. I should have covered up but I didn't. She should have looked away but she didn't. Finally she turned away, apologized saying she thought I was outside and she didn't mean to walk in and she would have knocked if she knew, yadda yadda yadda. She walked away and never even closed the bathroom door. I didn't say anything. I had no idea what to say. Her voice drifted off into another room. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh. I didn't do either. I did learn one thing that cures a chronic hard-on is getting caught with it by your friend's mom! I decided to abandon my underwear since it was so wet. I hoped it wouldn't be obvious that I wasn't wearing any. It's not like I had a big wiener like Arnie or his dad. I just had to stay soft. I snuck back to my room and tossed my undies in my laundry pile and snuck back outside where Arnie and Michael were putting away the rake and wheelbarrow. Arnie looked at me weird but there was no way he would ever guess that within the last 5 minutes, both his parents had seen me naked with a hard-on! Let me know your thoughts about this story. I love hearing from you! And please donate to Nifty so this site can continue to entertain you!