Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 17:38:35 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Bleaching Hair School was a-l-m-o-s-t out for the summer. Total freedom was only a few days away. Then...middle school never again! We were all so excited; I'm surprised we didn't get detention everyday that last week. Even the strict teachers would let things go and look the other way. Why couldn't they be that cool the whole year? "You going to bleach your hair?" I ask Rodney, my best friend in the entire world. He gets to bleach his hair white every summer since I can remember. "Yeah. Of course. Why?" "Well my mom said I could do it this summer." "Cool Doug! We'll be twins." "Yeah. Twins." We look nothing alike. I'm 5.7 skinny with brown eyes. He's 5.3, chunky, but not fat, with green eyes and a million freckles. Ok. Maybe he's a little fat in his belly, but that's all. "The only thing is, she doesn't want to do it. Can I come over to your house? Will you help me do mine?" "Yeah, sure, cool. Except I don't do mine. My dad does it for me." "Do you think he'll do mine?" "Duh. Of course he will." June 16 f-i-n-a-l-l-y came and the glorious summer was here. We had already cleaned out our lockers and thrown everything away. Everything. Next year I was going to be in high school and get all new stuff; even a new backpack. We hopped on our bikes and raced as fast as we could to the 7-11 near his house. It wasn't that we really liked the 7-11 so much; it's just that our feelings of freedom had to come out someway. For us, it came out as 20 mph biking. I paid for cupcakes, Cheetos, Slim Jims, and Dr, Peppers; my mom gave me money to treat since his mom bought all the hair bleach stuff. After chomping on all the junk, saving the Slim Jims for later, we raced over to the comic book store. Neither one of us was really into comics, but it was always fun to look around. I bought a Mad Magazine with the left over food money. This time, we decided to have an official race. Up till then, we were just riding bikes as fast as we could. Racing, but not really racing each other. This time, we got exactly even to race to his house. Go! We flew. We looked carefully, but blue through all the stop signs. My mom would kill me if she saw me doing that. But I had to. Summer was here! Rodney beat me, but only because he cut me off and I had to slow down or crash into him, killing us both. Well maybe not killing us, but wrecking our bikes. And no way did I want to go through the summer with a wrecked bike. "Mom!" he hollers. "When's dad coming home?" "6:00, same as always. Hi Doug." "Hi Mrs. Jamieson. My mom said to thank you for getting the hair bleach stuff and letting me stay here." "Oh that's right, I totally forgot to get it." "Mo-om!" "Don't `mom' me. We'll just go get it now." We got in her mini van and went to K-Mart. While she got the bleach stuff and other groceries, we picked out snacks for the sleepover. It was summer, so we could stay up as late as we wanted. All night even. Ruffles, bean dip, more Dr, Pepper. Plus a huge one-pound bag of peanut M&Ms. Maybe they would be the colored ones and we would win a million dollars. It drove me and him crazy waiting for his dad to come home. I wanted to have white hair now! Luckily, his dad came home early at 5:15, so we really didn't have to endure the additionally 45 minutes of torture. "Can we do it now?" Rodney asked as his dad came in, even before he had time to close the door behind him. "Hi Rodney. Hi Dougie." He forgets that I don't go by Dougie anymore. But I didn't correct him. I didn't want to make him mad or anything. I wanted to be nice so he would do my hair. "Da-ad!" He gives his dad a quick hug. "Ok, ok, just let me get changed." Well besides getting changed, he also kissed his wife and got something to drink. It took f-o-r-e-v-e-r. "Ok boys, get ready," he said as he got all the stuff needed. I followed Rodney to his room. He started undressing. "We have to get in our underwear. So it doesn't mess up our clothes. Plus we have to take a shower after, to wash our hair." Well we had seen each other in underwear approximately one million times, so I didn't care. I think his dad has even seen me a few times. I was wearing my blue briefs; they were clean. Rodney was in his green and white stripped boxers. We had both tried boxers and briefs, and even boxer briefs, but had settled on these as our favorite kind. Most kids wore boxers, but I never liked the breezy feeling. Rodney never liked the cramped feeling of briefs. "Now, you have to be very careful not to get this in your eyes. It is dangerous. Ok?" Mr. Jamieson says. "Ok." I will be careful; I didn't want to go blind. I mean I was already wearing glasses. "And if your skin starts to sting real bad or hurt, you let me know." "Ok," I promised. I looked at Rodney. We was sitting on the toilet, lid down, watching his father put on plastic gloves and mix up the stuff. "It might sting your head a little; but that's normal," Rodney tells me. "Ok." Yes, I was saying `ok' a lot. I wanted it to go faster. I guess I was a little hyped up. I had always wanted to bleach my hair like Rodney, but my mother would never let me. This was the first time she said I could do it. It looked a little like paste like when we were little kids at school. He starts to smear it all over Rodney's head. It looks a little like white mud in his hair. Then he puts a shower cap on his head. He looks like a super dork. I laugh a little at the way he looks, but not too much because I'm going to look the same in a little bit. He has Rodney get up and move over to sitting on the edge of the tub. I don't say anything, but it looks a little like Rodney's boxers are tented out a little. Like he has a semi or something. I sit on the toilet like he did. Mr. Jamieson takes off my glasses. "Hey," I say. He smiles. "You'll have to be blind until this is done. The bleach will ruin your glasses. "Ok." My standard reply. He starts to put the pasty stuff in my hair and rub it around. It feels weird; like it's going to drip down. But it's too thick to drip. He puts more and more on, until it's all used up. Then he puts a shower cap on my head. Rodney laughs at me. I get up to look in the mirror, but without my glasses on, I can't see that well. "Dad, can you take a picture of us? In our shower caps?" "Is that ok with you?" his dad asks me. "Sure." It would probably be the only way I could see how funny I look. When he comes back in the room, I sit on the tub next to Rodney and he takes a couple of pictures. "Ok. It takes another 15 minutes. I'll let you guys know when." He leaves. "When will you get the film developed?" I ask Rodney. "It's digital. We can see the pictures as soon as we finish." "Cool." "Come in," Rodney says to the knocking on the door. His dad comes in, wearing only shorts. He has a big hairy belly. So does my dad. I guess it's a rule that when you become a dad, you have to get big and hairy. "Ok tiger, you first." He steps into the shower and turns on the water to get it to a good temperature. Then Rodney pulls off his boxers and gets in the shower. I mean naked. Like I can see his dick and everything. So can his dad. Like he doesn't care. I'm a little worried about when my turn comes. I watch Rodney lean back into the spray and let it start to rinse off his bleach stuff. His dick is looking right at me. I've seen his dick before, but only quickly when we were changing clothes or something like that. I went ahead and looked, wishing I had my glasses on. It was pretty big and maybe sticking out a little, either from the way he was standing with his head back, or from starting to get a boner. Well for some reason, it started to give me a boner. I sat so no one could notice. But they were not even looking in my direction at my erection. Mr. Jamieson was shampooing Rodney's hair. Rodney kept his head back so none of the water washed down into his eyes. Yes, he definitely had a semi. Shit. And I definitely had a boner. I stop looking at his dick hoping that my dick would stop being a boner. I watched the shampooing instead. It didn't help. Mr. Jamieson gets out and Rodney washes with soap and takes a quick shower. Mr. Jamison gets out of the shower and looks at me. I think he might see my boner. "You can shower in your underwear," he says. "Don't worry about it if you get a little embarrassed." Oh yeah, he saw my boner. Well his comment made Rodney look over. He smiles a little, but doesn't say anything. He gets out and dries off. "Come on Dougie, we have to wash it off now. We can't wait any longer." I get up, and into the shower. "Keep you eyes closed and your head back." Yeah, I figured that out from watching Rodney. After the water runs through my hair he starts to rub in the shampoo. It's a good thing I had my underwear on, because it totally gave me a super boner. And I'm sure it was totally noticeable from the position I was standing in. You don't have to have your eyes open to know what it must have looked like. "You can open your eyes now." He gets out of the shower. You need to soap up and wash your body now, to make sure all of the bleach is off." He starts to leave. "Rodney, you should give him some privacy." Rodney looks at me and smiles. "Ok," he says, as they both leave. I pull of my wet underwear and shower, my boner not wanting to go down. After I dry off, I have to carefully position my dick, so it doesn't poke a tent in the towel. I put my glasses on and examine my hair. Rodney comes in the bathroom. "It doesn't look bleached," I say. "It will. Just wait till it dries." He throws me a pair of tighty whities from when he used to wear them. When I put them on, I turn my back to him, so he doesn't see my boner. After I pull on my pants and turn around, he is in his pants too. He doesn't say anything about my boner, but I can tell from his smile he is thinking about saying something. We put on t-shirts and go eat dinner with his parents. After dinner, we rush to the bathroom to look at our hair. It looks yellow; not white! "What's wrong?" I ask. "It does this sometimes. It needs a second batch of different stuff. Don't worry, it will look cool. It always does." "We have to do the whole thing again? Showers and everything?" He smiles. "Don't worry. You can wear underwear." Was he making fun of me? Was that a dis? He goes on, "Don't worry; it's normal. Everybody gets them." He means boners. "I'm not worried. You almost had one too." But I was worried. A little. "Yeah, I know. That's why I said don't worry. Last year was the worst for me. I totally popped one when my dad was putting on the stuff and it stayed hard the entire time. In the shower and everything." "In front of your dad?" "Yeah. At the time I was embarrassed. Now I think it was funny." He laughs. "So you had wood in front of your dad. For like 15 minutes?" "Yeah. And that wasn't even the worst." "What was worse?" I ask. He thinks for a second. "I'll tell you later. Ok?" "Ok." We go back out and show our hair to his dad. He says he can fix it easily tomorrow. He tells his wife exactly what she needs to get to make our hair white instead of yellow. Rodney talks her into going now, so we can get the right stuff and also rent some DVD's for our sleepover. We get The Right Stuff, Independence Day and Apollo 13; we like to have theme nights, so this was our Space night. We drag sleeping bags, pillows, sheets and blankets to make the living room an all night party room. His parents watch Apollo 13 with use, then go to bed. His dad has work tomorrow; but we don't have anything! We can stay up as long as we want. We strip to our underwear, chow on goodies, and watch Independence Day. "So you said something was even more embarrassing than your dad seeing your boner? So, what was it?" Hey, he originally brought it up; I was just reminding him. He gets that thinking look on his face again; like he's decided weather to tell me or not. "Ok. First you have to answer a question." "Ok." "Everybody jacks off right?" Jacks off?!!! "I guess." "You do. Right?" He wants me to admit it? To admit I jack off? It sure sounds like it. Well I have known him forever, so I guess it's ok. "Yeah. Everybody does." "Ok. So after my shower, I just wore my towel to my room. Ok? Then I still had my boner, so you know, I decided to go for it. Well when I was really, really into it, my dad came in to check my hair. He saw me jacking off. Now THAT was way more embarrassing." I laugh my ass off. He does too. "What did he say?" "Well first he just stood there. Like he couldn't figure out what I was doing. Ok? Then I grabbed my bed spread and pulled it over me. Then he said, `I came to check your hair. Sorry, didn't know you were...uh, busy. I'll come back in a little while.' I was frozen. He finally shut the door and I began breathing again." We both laugh. He goes on, "You ever been caught?" "No. I'm careful. Very careful." "You should go naked in the shower tomorrow." "No man, I'll probably have a boner." "So?" "So it will be funny." "Well, not to me." "But it will be for me. Come on, do it." I think for a minute. "If you want to see my boner, just ask me." He thinks for a minute. "Ok, I want to see your boner." Oh. "Ok. You have to show me yours too." "Ok." I pull off my sheets, my dick is already hard. I pull down my underwear and out it pops. He looks. I put it away. "You're turn." He does the same. Mine is way bigger, I think. But I don't want to embarrass him, so I don't say anything. He puts it away. "You shuld still go naked tomorrow." "Why?" "I don't know. It will be funny." "Your dad...seeing me with a boner...would be funny?" He laughs. "Yeah." I don't think it would be funny. It would just be...weird. "What will you do, if I do that?" "What will I do? I don't know. Whatever you want me to do." I try to think of something just as embarrassing. "Ok, after your dad leaves us to sit for 20 minutes, to le the bleach stuff work, we will be in the bathroom right?" "Yeah." "Ok. You have to wait 17 minutes. Then jack off. If you can't finish in three minutes, he will come in and catch you." That was as embarrassing as I could think of. Plus it might be cool watching someone else jack off. "I don't know man. I don't know if I can do it in only three minutes." "Ok. Then don't do it." "If I do it, you will get naked in the shower?" "IF you do it." "Maybe." He thinks for a little. He takes off his watch and hands it to me. "Time me." "Time you?" "Yeah, I want to see how long it takes." He pulls down his underwear and out pops his boner. He grabs it, but doesn't jack it. "Tell me when to start." I wait until the watch says 55 seconds, then count it down, "5, 4, 3, 2, go." He starts. It's cool to watch. He does it exactly like I do. Mine wants to be jacked too. And since he is doing it, I pull down my underwear and start mine. He looks over and sees me. "Keep...track...of the...time," he says out of breath. I look at the watch. It's too hard to keep track and jack, so I stay stop jacking and just watch him and the watch. "How...long?" "Two and a half." He speeds up. He comes at 3:05. While he wipes his sperm on his t-shirt, I start doing it again. I never even thought about jacking off with someone before, but it was fun. He watches and hands me his t-shirt when I sperm. We sleep. We are both so horny the next day. Both from having jacked off together and from thinking about the jacking off in the bathroom he was going to do and the naked shower I was going to take. It was the first official day of summer vacation and we basically wasted it. I wanted to see him jack in the light in the bathroom. It was dark in the living room, so I didn't get a good look. Plus I had a plan so I wouldn't get a boner in front of his dad. We are both more than ready when his dad comes home. We wait for him in the bathroom, both of us with boners pushing out our underwear. His dad mixes the stuff and puts it on us, then leaves. I put my plan into action. I wait a few minutes to make sure he's gone, the pull down my underwear and jack off. "What are you doing?" "I'm jacking off, so I won't have a boner in front of your dad." He laughs. "That's not fair." "Sure it is." He pulls down his underwear releasing his boner. "You have to wait until right before he comes back. You can't jack now." Hehehe. Cool plan, huh. I use toilet paper to clean up my sperm. At 17 minutes, I let him start. He finishes in less than two minutes. When his dad comes in, he rinses off Rodney's' first. Rodney is naked of course, and has no boner. When he's done, I quickly pull off mine and hop in the shower. I get a semi when he starts to shampoo, but no boner! This is going to be the best summer ever.