Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 17:58:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 5 It was a little girl's screaming that jolted me from my daydream. Of course I was thinking about all that has happened with Arnie and his Dad. It was fun, but I guess it was kinda weird. I'm smart enough to know not to tell anyone – not for fear of getting anyone in trouble, but because people would think we're gay and I don't think I am. Well, maybe I am... I just never thought about it before. I wonder if Michael thinks I'm gay. I wonder if Arnie is. Maybe he'll be my for real boyfriend. I hope Michael wouldn't mind. I wanted him to like me. I looked up over the water and saw what broke me out of my daydream – a family on an anchored boat with two children swimming alongside it. They looked like brother and sister. The boy kept splashing her, to which she reacted with a scream toward the adults in the boat. Arnie and I rode our bikes to the lake after lunch. After we laid our towels down on the water's edge, we just lay out in the sun. After seeing the kids in the boat weren't drowning, my thoughts returned to showering with Arnie and his dad. Thinking about it made me laugh a little. It seems weird thinking back – showering with my new friend and his dad just a day after really getting to know them. But to them, it seemed like no big deal. Funny how families act so differently around each other. I can't imagine my dad would ever want to shower naked with me. I don't even recall him giving me a bath when I was little. It was always mom. I looked over at Arnie tanning next to me. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. I studied his sleeping pattern when I was in bed with him. I looked down at my legs and noticed the effect of my thoughts. My hard-on was poking the fabric of my shorts. I didn't wear underwear that day – just a habit when I go swimming. Unfortunately, I didn't have my swimsuit at the Holt's house when Arnie told me we were coming to the lake. I didn't think about the consequences. The soft fabric of my short polyester gym shorts hid nothing. I glanced down at Arnie's shorts and saw his teenage bulge but no signs of a hard-on. I wanted to touch it but since we were in public, and since he was awake, I didn't dare. Not that he would have minded, since I had touched him before. I sat up and supported myself with my arms behind me. Damn, it was really hot and very humid that day. I stood up and walked to the water's edge to get a feel of its temperature. It was surprisingly warm for so early in the season. I went in as far as my knees to cool off when I saw Arnie sit up from the corner of my eye. I immediately looked down and saw my hard-on was still poking out my shorts. For whatever reason, I didn't want to be caught, like doing so would reveal the thoughts I had about Arnie and his dad. Like he would have cared anyway. "How is it? Arnie asked. "Good," I simply answered as I walked backwards out of the water toward my towel. "You need lotion. I can see red on your back," he pointed out. Like I said, it was early in the season and at that time of year it didn't take much to burn skin. I turned my butt toward Arnie, walked backwards to the edge of his towel and asked him if he'd start with my back since I couldn't reach it. I heard a bag unzip and the farting sound a tube of lotion makes when you first squeeze it. It made me laugh. Arnie too. I inhaled at the first touch of the cold lotion, but I soon became accustomed to it as Arnie spread it over my back. "Oh crap – there's way too much – you look like a birthday cake!" Arnie told me. "Lemmie use some on your arms and legs." It felt good to have him rub me like this. He was aggressive in his rubbing and my small frame responded by shaking with every stroke. Unfortunately, this also meant my wiener was rubbing the inside of my shorts, which only made it harder! "I might as well finish you. I'm not used to someone as small as you. You don't use a lot of lotion. Turn around," Arnie instructed as he held my hips and turned them to force me around. As I turned around I saw Arnie was on his knees, which put my tented shorts right below his face. "Oh my! What do we have here? I guess you like to be rubbed with lotion!" he said with a big smile. Arnie gave me an excuse to have a hard-on as a result of his rubbing the lotion on me. So there's no way he'd know I had that day dream. Now I didn't mind having Arnie see me like that. Just like yesterday, I felt more like a man when I have a hard-on. I was showing off – although if it had been anyone else, I would have jumped in the water to hide it! Arnie kept staring at my hard-on instead of rubbing the rest of the lotion on me. He was smiling. Then he stuck his finger in the waistband and pulled it away from my belly! He and I both looked down and saw my erection in the shadows of my shorts. Again, I felt proud that he wanted to see it. It wasn't big by any means – 3 inches long, but kinda thick, like your dad's thumb. Well my dad was a big guy so maybe his thumb was bigger than your dad's. I don't know – it just seemed chubby. "Whoa – Zach is going commando!" Arnie said with an extended "oh" at the end. He saw my confusion at the term. "It means you're not wearing underwear, dude!" "I took them off," stating the obvious. "No shit, Sherlock. That's kinda sexy, you little stud. Good thing we didn't go to the beach or everyone would be checking you out!" Arnie pointed out, the whole time never letting my waistband go. The moment was shattered when the sound of a Waverunner or Jetski (I never know the difference) started heading our way. Arnie looked over and said he thought that was Keith. I had no clue who he was talking about. Turns out Arnie texted him that he would be at the lake, and Keith said he may see him. Keith and Arnie play basketball in the park. Arnie didn't know he'd be on a Jetski though. Keith was 16 and was allowed to drive one alone. I was bummed that we were disturbed. I was hoping to see Arnie's wiener too. I stood back as Arnie talked to Keith at the water's edge. I didn't want to be caught with my hard-on, so I finished applying the rest of the sun block lotion to my chest and front of my legs. I held Arnie's backpack in front of my shorts when I was done. "Wanna go for a ride?" Arnie asked me. "No thanks," I answered honestly. The thing scared me a bit. It was huge. Keith's family must be rich. "Ah come on – if you don't go, then I can't. I can't leave you alone. Come on, it's a three seater. Keith has vests in the storage compartment," Arnie explained. I couldn't let my idol down, although my fear of the ride let my wiener down. Thank goodness I lost my hard-on as we prepared to go. Arnie quickly applied sun block to himself, which was a job I had hoped to do. He was pretty sloppy about it and will probably have red marks later where he missed. I was given the smallest vest but it was still too big on me. The boys decided to seat me between them so I wouldn't fly off the back. Off we went and my fear soon left me, replaced by the fun of flying across the water at 40 miles per hour! We were soaked within the first 50 feet. I held onto Keith's body with all my strength. He was nicely built. His vest rode high so I was able to hold him around his waist. I felt the little hairs that went from his belly button into his shorts. I rubbed his belly there with my fingers. Once in a while I slipped the tip of my fingers into his waistband a little bit. I don't think he noticed this since we were flying all over the waves, but I was having my own type of fun! Arnie held onto me with one arm across my chest. His other hand was on the side of my shorts most of the time. Sometimes it would ride down my leg and touch my skin. It felt really nice to be hugged by him from behind. He was really strong, and I never felt so safe. My Arnie made sure of it. After Keith showed off the speed of the unit, he went to a calmer area of the lake and started showing us a few tricks. Spins, turns, jumps – it was impossible to stay put on the seat! One trick didn't go so good and we were thrown off balance by our own wave! Wham – off we went into the water. Keith's lanyard shut off the unit, and we had to swim back to it. My large vest made it difficult to swim, but I managed. Keith showed us how to climb back on using the step on the rear deck. I was having trouble since I wasn't as strong as these guys, plus my vest kept poking me in the face! Keith grabbed my hand from above and Arnie shoved my ass with his hand and up I went. But I can't say the same for my shorts. Since they were just old gym shorts and not meant for the water, they slid down my ass and practically came off my front too! I immediately looked down and grabbed them just in time. I adjusted them as the boys whistled at me. Since my shorts were completely soaked, it was quite obvious that I had nothing on underneath. Like my shorts were painted on, my wiener and balls were outlined to the point that you could see where my head was. This may be a good time to tell you about my wiener and balls. I never took notice before but certainly have since that day; I don't shrink a lot in water like most guys. I've skinny dipped plenty of times since then and noticed how some boys shrink to nothing. Not me. Not my wiener, not my balls. I've seen a few others like me, but not many. One other thing that I realized was I am considered a "shower." Not shower – like with soap and stuff. "Show-er." Meaning that the length of my wiener is big when I'm soft and it just gets stiff and thicker when I get a hard-on. Most people are "growers" – meaning they grow longer when they get hard. I probably didn't have to explain all that to you, but it was news to me when I was later told by Arnie. I hadn't ever seen anybody else's dick hard and never knew mine was any different from other guys. So then, you can imagine how my bulge must have looked to these boys. Well, to Keith since I was facing him. He was looking too. After I noticed my bulge, I looked at him to see if he took notice too and he was staring right at it! He was facing me since he helped me climb on board. Arnie was being a jerk and rocking the boat from down in the water trying to knock us off. Keith held onto the handlebars, but I ended up flying back into the water! So just like before, I was helped up and my shorts came down – only this time, Arnie yanked on them and all the way down they went – lubricated by the water and the fact they were made of slippery polyester. If I would have grabbed for them, I would have fallen off the rocking boat. Instead, I held onto Keith's vest to steady myself. Again, both boys were whistling at my exposure. I sat down on the seat and struggled to get my shorts back up since they were kinda twisted down my legs. "Holy crap kid – you're hung more than my boy Arnie over there!" Keith said. "He's big, but not THAT big!" Arnie corrected Keith. "Oh really? Care to prove that? Seems to me this 9 year old is packing some impressive meat." "I'm ten." I corrected him. "Same difference. Bottom line is, unless Arnie proves me wrong, I may have to tell the guys on the basketball court about his vagina," Keith challenged. I always chuckle at that word. And picturing Arnie with one was even funnier. I've seen my mom's but only as often as I've seen my dad's wiener. Not often. I also saw my little cousin taking a bath when we visited her house last year. "I'll prove it, but you gotta do the same." Arnie challenged back. "Oh – a measuring contest? Never did one under water before. Doesn't matter – I always win," Keith boasted as he jumped in the water and paddled next to Arnie. I was left on the seat of the PWC and very interested in seeing the competition from my perched vantage point. Without the boys to interrupt, I finally was able to pull my shorts up. Both boys were untying their bathing suits and rubbing the fronts of them, but nobody was pulling their dick out. I was rooting for Arnie to win but was also excited to see Keith's wiener. "Tell me when you're ready," Keith told Arnie. "Whenever you are," Arnie answered. "Okay – one, two three!" Both boys counted together and then proceeded to pull out the front of their suits and fish out their hard cocks. I was a bit disappointed that the water blurred the show for me, but I was excited nonetheless! Both boys looked down at each other, and each announced himself the winner. It was close but I think Keith was bigger. He was two years older, so I guess he should have won. Since they both had on vests, their hands were free to play with themselves in an attempt to get as hard as possible. "Zach needs to judge," Keith announced. "On three, we lay back and pop our dicks above water so he can see them." Arnie agreed to the rules so both boys got into a side-by-side position and counted down. What's funny is every time I go dolphin or whale watching now, I am reminded of this day. A beautiful slippery creature coming up to the surface of the water for a glimpse of the sky! There they were – two beautiful teenage wieners and balls on display for me to judge. They both hooked their legs on the back deck of the PWC so they wouldn't sink back down. How could one be better than the other? I know they were comparing size, but as a naive young gay boy, I was taken aback at the sheer beauty of them both. And I really couldn't tell them who was better. They both kept trying to sell me on their wiener – pointing out how long his was, how big his balls were, and all the time manipulating their stuff to prove their points. It was probably only 30 seconds of display time, but I'll never forget the experience. I decided not to take sides, so I said it was a tie. They argued with me and continued to play with themselves under water, but I didn't budge. "If I say he wins, you'll dump me out here and I'll have to swim back!" I said to Keith. "If I say he wins, you won't let me stay at your house!" I said to Arnie. Arnie suggested a tie breaker. "How 'bout this? Whoever cums first wins," he said to Keith and me, like I had a vote. "Even better – whoever cums second wins." Keith suggested. "How is that even better? We'll be out here until dark. It's easy NOT to cum," Arnie argued. "Not if the other guy is doing it for you," Keith answered with a raised eyebrow. Did I hear Keith right? He's suggesting that they touch each other's wiener? I moved lower to the back deck of the PWC to get a better look. They didn't exchange any more words, but they did exchange cocks as they each grabbed the other's and started stroking each other. I could see, but the water didn't make it too clear. I wish they were doing it out of the water. I pictured them doing it behind Arnie's shed pointing their cocks at me like Arnie's dad did. I was hard again. I didn't care if they saw it. My wet shorts stuck to it and it was even more obvious than when Arnie saw it on the shore. The boys weren't saying much except how much harder it is to jerk off under water. They kept smiling and sometimes scrunching their face like they were trying to hold back from sperming. They both held each other from behind too, but when Keith moved his hand from Arnie's back to his ass, I guess Arnie liked that. I couldn't see what Keith was doing or even if Arnie's ass was naked, but Arnie's breathing got heavy – just like his dad did. Arnie tried to fight back and grabbed Keith's ass too, but I think he was too far gone. Seconds later, white stuff started floating in the water in front of both boys. I don't mean floating like on top of the water – it was in the water and looked like a squid or something. If it wasn't for Arnie's big exhale, I wouldn't have known whose sperm it was! Moments later, Keith kept repeating "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" and more white junk floated in the water in front of them. Both boys stopped touching themselves and just laid their heads back allowing their vests to keep them afloat. Kevin announced "I win," but Arnie didn't say anything back. All three of us just sat in silence taking in what just happened. I didn't know about the euphoric state you get after sperming. I never spermed before. I never even had what I learned later was a "dry cum." I was wondering why they just sat there and didn't come back up on the watercraft. But it was okay. They didn't pull up their bathing suits and I got to see their wieners without their hands blocking my view. After a few minutes Keith announced, "I better get going. My dad's probably wondering where I got to." Keith climbed aboard but had to get in front of me. Instead of climbing around me, he just tossed me off board. Jerk! I climbed back up. My ass came out again, but my hard-on held up my front without even having to use my hand. That actually backfired because I had planned to just let them fall so Keith could see my hard wiener. I wanted to be one of the boys and play their big boy games. Keith did notice my hard-on and made a "Damn, Zach – look at you!" comment, but that was it. Another thing I hadn't learned yet was how a boy gets out of the mood right after sperming. He didn't seem as interested in me as he was with Arnie. I just thought he didn't like my wiener because it was so much smaller than his. Keith dropped us off at our towels and then sped off. No "See ya" or anything. Again, I had no idea about the regret that sometimes sets in when you do something taboo like that. When I figured that out (Arnie explained it to me months later), I was happy to also learn that a teen boy's sex drive recharges and replaces regret pretty soon afterwards! Arnie didn't speak much right away either. All he said was that if I ever tell anyone about what just happened, he'd kill me. I got scared the way he said it, and I assured him I would never tell anyone and that he could trust me with secrets and that I thought it was fun. "Yea, I guess you did," Arnie answered nodding at my shorts. I looked down and there was that hard-on again. We both just stared at my tent. Then, as if the events of the last few hours never happened, Arnie put us right back to where we were before Keith drove up. He hooked his finger in my waistband and pulled the front of my shorts out, and again we both shared a view of my wiener. It was a little whiter than earlier since the cool water took out some color, but it was just as hard as before. "You sure are a little horn dog. You take after me, I guess. Except I wasn't this horny when I was ten," he said. "Maybe you would have been if you lived next to a hot stud like I do." I couldn't believe I said it, the moment the words came out of my mouth. Arnie just laughed and let go of my waistband, which snapped against my belly, stinging me in the process. We lay on our towels another hour or so, took one final dip in the water to cool off and then rode our bikes home. The cool air from the ride felt good and dried us off. When we got back home, Julie told Arnie he was late and that dinner had been ready for a while. I avoided looking Julie in the eye. It was no big deal that we were late because it was cold chicken and pasta salad. My mom makes meals like that when it's hot out, too. We ate shirtless and in our bathing suits. Well, I still had my gym shorts on. Luckily, my hard-on was under control. We watched TV until the sun set. "Zach, honey. You better go over to your place for clean clothes before it gets dark. I washed everything that I found in your room, but I didn't see pajamas or a bathing suit," Julie said as she walked in the TV room. I turned white when she announced she had washed everything in my room. My undies with Michael's sperm in them were there! Geez – what if she noticed the sperm? No wait – maybe she thought it was mine. Can you tell whose sperm it is? Does she know what Michael's sperm looks like? I was freaking out a bit and finally looked her in the face. She had a pleasant smile. I expected to see a scowl like the librarian at school when you talk too loud. But instead, she just spun around and suggested "Hurry up, dear." I grabbed my house key from my room and confirmed my undies were gone. I walked over to my house and fished around my drawers and closet for stuff to take back over. All my clothing was boring so it wasn't that big a deal. I had gathered everything in like 3 minutes. But then I realized I had never been in my house alone without the chance that my parents would walk in any minute. I got a rush of excitement. I whipped down my shorts and took off my sneakers and just ran around my house completely naked! I went in every room. Even felt the heat of the attic and coolness of the basement! It was awesome being naked! I went in my parents' room, in their bathroom, in my dad's office, in the kitchen...I was really enjoying my first taste of complete freedom! My hard-on returned. I played with it as I walked from room to room. Our house was not that big so I repeated rooms multiple times. It didn't matter – I was naked! I went right to the windows of some rooms and put my body on display for anyone who looked. Well, I made sure those windows didn't face the street so I guess I wasn't that bold, but it was still exciting! I went back up to my room. My bedroom window did pose the likelihood of one of the Holts seeing me naked. They'd think I was nuts. I inched forward to my window – a place I spent so much time hoping I'd see my idol Arnie in some stage of nudity. Heck – all those hours of nothing were paid back the last few days! I took my normal perch and stared down in Arnie's window. His light was on. His curtains and shade were open. That seemed odd. Even though I've not only seen, but also touched Arnie, I still hoped I'd catch a glimpse of him from this vantage point. I was being naughty and my hard-on was never firmer. I touched myself as I waited for Arnie to appear. I became excited when I saw a shadow on the floor verifying he was in his room. Moments later, the big pillow he has was thrown on the floor. Soon after that, the shadow grew bigger. One light was turned off still leaving a soft glow on the floor. My guess is he had on his desk lamp. Arnie appeared. He was only wearing white underwear. He sat down on the pillow, shucked off his undies and positioned himself to be on display for me! He knew I'd be spying! His dick was soft, but he started touching it and it grew hard after a minute. He was going to sperm while I spied on him! Holy crap! I quickly ran downstairs to see if I could get a closer look, but damn – the bushes were in the way! I ran back upstairs again and he was still stroking away. I had to get closer! What the heck should I do? Then it hit me. I ran back downstairs to where my clothing was. I found my cell phone and dialed Arnie's number – not to call him, but to text him. I quickly typed out "wait - i want to help" and hit send. Thanks for the emails. Let me know your favorite parts! 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