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BENNY’S WEIRD - Prologue
My head is really messed up. I read in a MEMO TO NIFTY WRITERS FROM A YOUNG CRITIC that “some rough stuff can be cool and a turn on but is reserved to the older teens and really only one of us likes being dominated … by the way it sure as Hell isn’t me! But I will say I must have some kind of dark side because I get off watching it but I’d never do it or want it done to me. So, kids willingly submitting or raping or whipping and stuff isn’t happening like some of you seem to think. Just the same, mixing it in as an exception to the rule is cool…at least with me.”
I’m Benny, I’m 14 and I am the exception.Some of the most exciting sexual things that ever happened to me have to be considered “Rough Stuff”. I guess that makes me weird.
I’m so messed up I don’t even know if I’m gay.
Some say you’re gay if you’re effeminate. I don’t think I’m girly in any way so I’m surely not gay. Some say gay boys aren’t athletic --- I love to play baseball. In fact, I am a pretty good catcher and a terrific batter. All the Little League coaches wanted me on their team and now the High School coach told me “He wants to see me next spring.“ --- (I’ll be a freshman when school starts in September) --- Man, I’m not gay, I’m a jock. I even have a girl friend. Sally and I go to the same church youth group. She latched on to me when we were 12. She isn’t a beauty queen but she isn’t ugly either. I don’t really have a love attachment for her, but every one knows young teenage boys need to have a girl friend -- so I have one. Our church teaches us that having sex with a girl before you are married is a sin. So our relationship is pretty safe. Neither of us wants to sin. True, she likes to kiss me and what little there is of my pecker –only 4 ½ inches hard---bones up when we dance close. But we never get any closer to having sex than that. Besides, I bone up for no reason at all. So why not -- when you are rubbing against each other while dancing? I’d say-“That’s proof I’m not gay”. Yeah, I admit love looking at the photos of naked people, especially men and boys, in magazines that some of the other guys seem to get, or on You-Tube occasionally, I even like it if it’s in National Geographic. I bet all boys do that too.
That’s why I’m pretty sure I’m not gay.
On the other hand --- I love taking showers after P.E. I like to see other boys stuff. I enjoy just seeing them in speedos. But that’s not gay is it? All I’m doing is comparing. All boys do that. Don’t they? My closest friend, Billy is only 12 years old. In fact most of the kids I hang with are boys too. Other than Sally and my mom, none of the people I really care for are girls. When I was smaller I loved to play naked games. I love looking at myself naked in front of the mirror that’s attached to my bed room door. I even spank my butt with a belt just to see it turn red in the mirror and I sometimes dream about other boys too. If that’s gay, then I’m guilty.
Isn’t it weird? I don’t think I’m gay, yet some of the most memorable experiences I have had were with boys, not girls.
Before I forget – You just have to know --My thirteenth year was probably both the worst and best year of my life.
The worst part was. My dad died in the spring time from a sudden heart attack. It was a saddest time I could ever remember. He and I weren’t really close. But I loved him, and I really miss him. He worked in the city and commuted every day. In my early years he was gone when I got up and I was in bed when he got home. I felt his love but we never really bonded.
On the other hand, I was a momma’s boy. Mom was always there for me. She actually gave me baths until I was 10. That’s when I started showering at school after P.E.
Dad was the one who spanked my bare butt when I was a bad boy. He didn’t hold back either. So, I tried pretty hard to be a good little boy. Mom only grounds me or takes away privileges when I screw up she never spanked me.
When I started going to school my parents moved me to the upstairs bedroom and converted my old bedroom to a den. When mom was going to give me a bath, she told me to “go upstairs, get undressed, and put your dirty clothes in the laundry bag.”
I would come back downstairs as naked as a new born baby. Even after I started showering I continued to come downstairs naked. She didn’t seem to mind me being nude until I turned 12 when she said “Don’t you have any modesty? Wear a bathrobe when you going to the shower.”
I replied “Mom—You have seen me naked practically every day since I was born. Why should I be embarrassed being naked in front of you now?” She just shook her head.
I’m 14 and I still come downstairs naked. Weird isn’t it.
The best of the year 13 was also the epiphany of my life. Growing up I loved playing sex games with my neighborhood pal Billy and his sister Hannah.
I think all kids do that. I also liked to fondle my little wiener when I was alone.
I knew from peeking during our showers, after P.E that almost all the other guy’s penises had gotten bigger than mine, and almost all had a showing of pubic hair and I had none. It was just after my dad died when I noticed my little wiener had started to grow. It seemed to be getting hard when ever I touched it ---and even when I didn’t touch it. I also noticed that I was sprouting a few hairs down below.
It really didn’t mean very much until I showered one evening. When I went back upstairs to my room, my wiener was boned up. I noticed a drop of something wet at the tip of my wiener so took my towel and rubbed it. Wow! My wiener started to tingle. I had a strange feeling in my stomach, my balls and ---OMG! it shot CUM all over the place. Alright, it was really only a rope of clear watery fluid, but this just has to be the same stuff the guys at school have been taking about for the last year. You know, when they brag about jerking off. I really didn’t understand what they were talking about. But I do now! Gawd ---what a freaking feeling! I’ll remember this for the rest of my life! I knew I had arrived! I was the man of the house! My wiener was now my dick! -- Even if it was only 4 ½ inches long. You ask “how do I know that? I just had to measure it. I took a ruler and measured it along the bottom, pressing against the spot where my dick met my balls to the tip of my dickhead. It was 4 ½ inches.
About 1 month later I turned 14. Mom had already taken a job in a department store. My summer vacation from school was just starting. Mom said I was old enough to watch myself so I had the house during the day to myself. She left for work at 7:00am and got home at 5.30pm. She was off on Sundays and Mondays.
Both Billy, who was my back yard neighbor, and myself were home during the day time. I just couldn’t wait to show him what I could do with my dick.
What started out as a simple mission soon developed into a kinky sexual adventure.
Like the young critic said “Only one of us likes to be dominated.” I guess he was talking about me and that’s what is coming next.