Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 07:43:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Casey's Bat

This story was initiated by a national geographic type of photo that a fan
sent me. It was a group of males in primitive Africa at a riverside in what
appeared to be a bathing ritual. Needless to say there was more than one
magnificent specimen but of course my focus was on the one. I'm sure it
caught the photographer's eye as well. In any case I wondered about a white
boy with similar attributes and thus this story came about. It's also
worthy of note that magazines like the one in the story were as common as
Time or Newsweek prior to the early 70's. I clearly remember seeing them in
the porn shops that I frequented. In any case, please enjoy the story.

Hugs,
Tag

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Casey loved baseball; probably loved it more than anything else in his
life. He would have given anything to be able to play it but he couldn't.
Casey was born with flat feet and couldn't run to save his narrow little
ass. When he was 6 he got knocked off a slide and fucked up his collarbone
and shoulder. It never healed properly so the boy couldn't throw worth a
shit either in fact he threw like a girl. He'd gotten teased about it so
much in the few years after the accident that he never tossed a ball or
even a rock after 8 years old. But still, he loved baseball.

Casey's father had played in the minors when he was in his early 20's but
washed out after a few years. After settling down in a medium sized city
with his new wife and son, Darryl got heavy into the city's men's fast
pitch league. If Darryl was disappointed that his only boy couldn't follow
in his footstep, couldn't engage in one of the most common and desired
father son pastime of tossing a ball, the man didn't show it. He still
played catch with Casey and he still taught his son the game of baseball
and that included batting. Even though he couldn't throw a ball, the young
boy learned how to hit one and he excelled at it.

Darryl took his son to every practice and every game and Casey soon became
the official bat boy of the team his father played on. Darryl's teammates
took to Casey right away and he soon became the team mascot as well as lead
bat boy. And why not? Besides being as good natured and sweet a boy as
anyone could hope for Casey wasn't just drop dead cute he was beautiful.

His skin was porcelain and blemish free. His hair was an unusual color mix
of blonde and red but neither of those. And it wasn't strawberry blond
either but seemed to have reddish highlights. It was hard to explain but
beautiful to look at and the large loose barrel curls really helped support
the notion of his being an Adonis He wore his hair on the long side so when
he wasn't wearing a ball cap, which was rare, it grazed the top of his
eyelids and brought attention to his eyes and what eyes they were. Aside
from being large they were a startling emerald green and as an adult he
would often be accused of wearing colored contact lenses. Of course the boy
had long luxurious lashes that every female over the age of 10 wished she
had. His nose was small but not a pug nose and had a smattering of freckles
on the bridge and each side. He had full sensuous lips that begged to be
kissed and more than one team member commented on them. His lips framed
perfectly straight teeth and when he smiled, which was often, they
practically glinted in the sunlight. Unbeknownst to Casey, or each other,
more that one guy on the team had fantasies about being with the young God,
naked and rolling with him in bed and more than one of them tried to catch
a glimpse of his boyhood charms while in the men's room all to no avail.
And it wasn't because they were gay it was because the boy was so goddamn
beautiful.

Amongst his other attributes Casey was practically a genius and in fact
would be invited to join MENSA during his junior year of high school. At
the young age of 14. So it was that the boy skipped half of the 7th and all
of the 8th grades and entered 9th grade at the tender age of 12, some 6
months shy of his 13th birthday. He went straight to the baseball coach to
apply for a bat boy position, the way having been paved by Ben Adams, a
member of the league team that Casey was on. Ben had joined the team right
after high school having played on school teams all of his life.

Ben fell in love with Casey the first time he saw him and was one of the
team members that tried to see, if not get into, Casey's uniform pants. Ben
was gay, loved boys, and had bedded more than one team mate throughout his
baseball career which started at age 8. Ben had also had a long standing
affair with his high school baseball coach and so talked to the man about
the blonde haired Adonis that would be entering school in the fall. Ben had
continued to have sexual encounters with former high school team mates
after he graduated and his long term hope and goal was for one of them to
get to Casey and hopefully pave the way for Ben to get the boy naked. The
idea of Casey's fantastic lips wrapped around his cock gave Ben a hard on
from hell and he'd jacked off more than once while playing that fantasy out
in his mind.

The fact that Casey had immediately taken to the youngest player on the
team hadn't helped matters either for the boy liked hanging out with Ben,
sitting next to him at games whenever possible and even engaging in a
little rough house boy play with the 18 year old. Casey had told Ben that
if he'd had an older brother he'd wish that it was Ben or someone like
him. That statement certainly helped increase the older boys' unrequited
sexual anxiety toward the preteen.

The coach was more than happy to bring Casey on board as the team bat
boy. Ben had extolled the boy's virtues and once the coach saw the young
boy he too harbored fantasies about him. Traditionally everyone hit the
showers after a practice or a game except bat boys, towel boys, water boys
or other support team members. To require Casey to do so would bring a
great deal of attention to the situation but that didn't stop the coach
from trying to find a solution. Seeing that kid naked would be a highlight
in the boy lover's life.

So it was that Casey was in the locker room when the team members dressed
out and took showers and the adorably cute young thing was very surprised
at what he saw during the latter. Casey had never been around other boys
when they were naked. His physical issues excluded him from learning how to
swim and thus spending time at the community pool. His shoulder just didn't
allow for that kind of movement. That and his flat feet also got him
excused from physical education class. Sure he'd had sleep over's with
other boys' both at his home and theirs but sexual exploration hadn't been
part of the boy play that they had engaged in. He and they were still sort
of young for that kind of behavior. That would change of course but those
initial experiences in the locker room were a first for the boy.

Casey knew that people got hair "down there" as they matured; he just
hadn't seen it before; on others that is because he'd started getting some
fine blonde wisps down there a few months before. That made his first
sojourn in the locker room after practice very instructional. Both the
junior varsity and varsity used the same large locker room so he got to see
a wide range of boys' bodies from almost undeveloped to fully developed.
All of the boys had some hair on their cocks albeit the younger boys had
smaller amounts, but more than Casey. The older boys of course had
veritable bushes growing between their legs and most had penises that had
reached their full maturity. The younger boys had balls much like Casey's
in that they didn't have any hair although some had some sprouts, while the
older boys sported mostly hairy sacs. The younger boys' balls had reached
the hanging stage and of course all of the older boys' nuts seemed to hang
halfway to their knees.

Casey also discovered that the younger boys were like him in that they
tended to try not to look at the older boys while actually looking. Many of
them, especially the smaller ones tried to hide their genitals from view,
not wanting to be embarrassed or maybe teased for their much smaller
attributes. That wasn't to say that there weren't some of the older boys
who had smaller penises because there were, but at least they had hair
growin down there. More than one of the younger boys looked like they were
getting a boner too. Casey thought that was interesting because he too felt
his belly tingle and his cock start to harden and he wasn't sure why that
was.

There was one major thing that confused the preteen boy however and it
caused much wonder and some anxiety for him as he reflected on it in his
bedroom later that evening. If it were just the boys that were closer to
his age it would have been more understandable to the youngster but it
wasn't just limited to them, it included many of the older boys as
well. Casey wondered if he should ask the coach but rejected that idea
immediately. His father was no longer around, having passed away from an
aneurism when Casey was 9 years old, so he couldn't ask him. He thought
about Ben. Casey still saw Ben just not as much. Because his duties at
school he was more of a second string bat boy. As he stood naked in front
of his mirror that night after his first locker room experience, Casey
decided that was what he'd do, he'd ask Ben. He knew Ben would have an
answer for him, would be able to explain why Casey's penis was bigger than
everyone else's, even most of the older boys.

It wasn't that Casey's penis was a little bit bigger either; that he could
have understood because people grew at different rates, he was aware of
that. But the fact was that none of the younger boy's penises came even
remotely close to Casey's size and practically none of the older boys did
either. There might have been one or two who came close but without putting
them side by side it was difficult to tell whose would be bigger. The idea
of doing that, holding his penis next to an older boys' made his belly
tingle again and his penis start to thicken, feelings that the beautiful
young boy had been having with a lot more frequency and just didn't
understand.

Sex hadn't exactly entered Casey's life yet. It hadn't been a topic amongst
his playmates and while his life hadn't been exactly sheltered he hadn't
been allowed to run wild like so many other youngsters his age. As it was
said before, he was sweet, kind and thoughtful; he didn't have a mean bone
in his young body. Casey was still an innocent child, much like children of
the generation before him. As he pulled his briefs into place he noticed,
not for the first time, that they seemed tight to a point of being
uncomfortable. He needed to remember to tell his mom that he needed new
ones then he took them off, deciding to sleep naked, something else he
seemed to be doing more of.

Casey adjusted quickly to the nudity of his teammates just as the younger
boys did. It didn't take long before all of them were all but parading
around the locker room, cocks bobbing and swaying as they went. Even the
few boys that got boners took the teasing of the other boys just as it was
intended; good naturedly and practically waved their hard cocks at their
team mates as if in a challenge.

"You need to treat that like a slave when it gets like that Jenkins," one
of the older boys called out. Brian Jenkins, one of the boys' with a boner
asked what he meant. "Ya gotta beat it," the older boy had said, pumping
his almost closed fist in the air in front of his penis. Every boy that
heard it laughed except Casey. He didn't know it meant. Sex Ed was taught
in 7th grade but Casey had missed it. The boys did and said other things
that Casey didn't understand either. One was moving their hips forward and
backwards like they were using a hula hoop causing their penises to flop
around like a dead fish. And the pumping of the closed fist thing seemed
popular. They used words like cum and jizz and talked about whacking it or
jacking off. There was no boy named jack on either team so who was jack and
what was he on that he needed to get off of.

One day after practice the red headed kid, Robert, got a boner and Chaz,
the wildly popular Capitan of the team and said, "Here Bobby, you want
this?" The older boy had pushed his penis and his balls between his legs
and clamped his thighs together so that all you could see was his pubic
hair. Everybody laughed and of course a couple other boys quickly did the
same thing. Another boy cried out,

"No, he wants this," and turned his back on the crowd, bent over and pulled
his butt cheeks wide open exposing his hairy butt hole. Again, at least 1
other boy, Jeremy, did the same thing saying, "No Bobby do me." Coach came
into the locker room and told the boys to knock off the goofing around but
he didn't seem angry with them, he kind of chuckled when he went back into
his office.  After he left and Chaz was grabbing a towel from the pile that
Casey had in his hands said in a much quieter voice directed only at Casey,

"He better watch it or coach is likely to do him." The expression on
Casey's smooth face told the teenager that the younger boy had no clue what
Chaz was talking about but he kept walking over to his locker to dry off.

Chaz was aware that his coach liked being with boys. One time after a late
night game the coach has made a half assed pass at the raven haired youth,
making oblique references to the fact that Chaz was a hottie and the boy
was probably pretty horny and he, the coach, might be willing to help the
kid out; if Chaz was interested. Chaz was interested in getting off of
course but not by coach so he pretended that he didn't understand what the
coach was suggesting. But Chaz knew because Ben had told him. The two boys
were lying spooned up in their hotel room bed after an out of town
game. Ben and Chaz had been having sex together for almost a year by that
time and in the afterglow of just having fucked Chaz, Ben came out with
it. The younger teen had been a little surprised but more so at the fact
that Ben had been getting his dick sucked by the coach since he was a
sophomore.

"Don't worry though, he's not nearly as pretty as you are baby," Ben had
whispered in Chazzies ear then lowered his hand to grip onto Chaz's soft
penis, added "Besides you got a lot nicer dick than he does." Chaz snuggled
backwards into Ben and felt the older boys' cock grow against his slender
butt, just as his own was rapidly filling with blood in Ben's hand.

So Casey was putting the rest of the towels back in the towel cupboard and
when he turned around he saw that Chaz was looking at him, well sort
of. The older boy hand the towel behind him and his body was arced so that
Casey knew he was drying his butt hole with one corner. When he pulled it
back Chaz looked at the corner making sure there was no residue on it then
using both hand began working on his penis and his balls.

 "Do you get what some of the things these guys are talking about?" Casey,
in all innocence, was honest and shook his head.  "How old are you squirt?"
That was the nickname that some of the oldest boys on the team called Casey
but it wasn't said unkindly.

The young boy responded, his voice still a high sweet voice of a preteen
boy, "twelve and a half, I'll be thirteen in July." Chaz nodded his head as
he went about re-drying his arms and armpits which left his entire torso
wide open to Casey's view and of course he viewed, even if only for a
second and that raised yet another question. Why did the older boys' patch
of hairs look smaller that most of the other boys, and his balls looked
smooth too? Casey's glance did not escape Chaz's attention.

"Do cum yet?" The look on his face told the older boy that Casey didn't
have a clue about what he was asking. "Do you make sperm yet?" Chaz spoke
in a very low voice even though there was no one real close to where they
were standing.

Casey shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know. Chaz wasn't
completely surprised and asked if the boy beat off and again Casey shrugged
his shoulders. Chaz pulled his briefs out of his locker and stepped into
them, adjusted himself once they were on then said,

"Do you want to know what all that stuff means," he asked as he pulled on a
sock. Casey nodded his head. He did want to know. He felt left out in that
regard and besides he had those other questions that he was going to ask
Ben about and if Chaz was willing to explain it all to him then so much the
better.

"Look, how about I give you a lift home, Okay?" Casey said that would be
fine so Chaz told him to go get his things and he'd meet him out in front
of the gym. As the young boy walked away Chaz all but started at his
butt. Narrow, with a slight bit of bubble to it, Chaz felt himself harden
at the though of having his face or his dick between those cheeks. The kid
was a raving beauty, no Doubt about it. Ben had told him about the boy and
his friend hadn't been lying, even a little bit.

As he pulled his t-shirt on, followed by his letterman's jacket he wondered
where the next hour or so was going to go. He knew he was going to be
giving the preteen a lecture about sex and jacking off and the whole
shebang. That was okay, that's how young boys learned; at the hands, so to
speak, of older boys. That's how he had learned and he knew many of his
friends had learned, all of that coming out one night after a circle jerk
that at least 8 boys had participated in. Some of them went on to other
things, like he had with Ben and thinking of those first times with the
older boy made Chaz's cock start to harden again.

"Not now," he said to himself, "just hold off." Chaz found the boy sitting
on a bench outside the gym and beckoned him to follow so side by side they
headed to the student parking lot behind the building. As they walked Chaz
asked Casey where he lived and the older teen said that he knew exactly
where Casey meant and in fact didn't live all that far from the boy. They
got to Chaz's car, a 65 Mustang, and Chaz unlocked Casey's side first,
letting the boy in, then walked around to the driver's side. Casey leaned
over to unlock the door for the older boy. As they headed out of the lot
Chaz asked Casey where he lived and the older teen said he knew almost
exactly where Casey was talking about and in fact lived not all that far
from his house.

Neither boy spoke for a few minutes. Chaz wasn't sure how to go about
starting the discussion and he wasn't sure that he wanted to drive while he
was doing it. Casey, being younger, was prepared to leap right in.

"I'm really glad to have you to talk to me. I don't really know anyone
except my friend Ben to ask and I haven't seen him for a while."

"You mean Ben Adams?" Casey nodded his head, a little surprised.

"Do you know Ben?" Chaz said that he did, they'd played ball on the same
team and been pretty close friends. Casey felt a lot better knowing that;
in his young mind it would be just like asking Ben.

"Yeah Ben's a pretty nice guy. I like him a lot." Casey was quiet for a
moment then said, "What are you guys talking about all the time. Why do
some of the boys, well, you know, get hard in the locker room? Who is Jack,
we don't have a Jack on the team." That one threw Chaz off so he asked what
exactly Casey meant.

"You know, jack off. Who is he?" Chaz almost burst out laughing and as it
was he couldn't help but chuckle. It made him realize how naïve the young
boy sitting next to him really was.

"Well, it's not a person; it's a thing, its something boys do, with their
dick." The look on Casey's face told Chaz again that the young boy didn't
have a clue. "When a boy gets hard, gets a boner, he does it, moves his
hand up and down on his dick." Chaz used the universal gesture, which Casey
recognized. "It makes a boy cum, makes his sperm come out." There were two
answers for the boy. He had a vague notion of what sperm was so rationed
that the two words were connected.

"But why? Why would a boy want to do that?"

"Well, because it feels fantastic when it happens," Chaz responded. Chaz
remembered that he'd asked Casey about making sperm and the boy didn't know
what he was talking about so he decided to start with the basics. "Have you
started growing hair, down there I mean," he asked pointing to Casey's
crotch. Casey nodded his head.

"Yeah; just a little while ago. It's hard to see cuz it's so white." They
had stopped at a light so Casey said, "Do you want to see em?" He put his
hands on the waistband of his jeans but Chaz started moving again.

"No, not here. Look, why don't we go to your house, or my house cuz my
parents are still at work." Casey said that would be okay; his mother was
still at work too. The light turned green and Chaz continued to drive.

"So," Chaz went on, "when a boy gets older he starts growing hair down
there, which is like the first sign, or maybe his balls drop first, I can't
remember. Anyway his balls start making sperm, which is what makes
babies. When a boy jacks off it's like when he puts his dick into a girl
and, well, fucks her, which makes the sperm come out and go inside the girl
to fertilize her egg and make a baby. Fucking feels really good and having
the sperm come out feels even better so boys want to have sex a lot,
especially when they're young and all this stuff starts to happen. But they
can't have sex all the time cuz they're not married and besides they're in
school or sports or whatever. Jacking off is a way to have sex by yourself
without the girl and you can do it almost anywhere and it's pretty quick
and it's easy because you don't have to take your clothes off, although it
fees more sexy if you're naked. But if you have to you can just pull your
dick through your jeans and do it. Of course you can do it inside your
jeans but it's pretty messy."

Casey tried to follow all that and he thought he got most of it and so fed
it back to Chaz although in a more shortened version. Chaz nodded his head
and said,

"Yeah; but of course there's more to it." Casey interrupted to tell the boy
to turn, assuming they were going to Casey's house and after 2 more blocks
the boy directed Chaz to stop in front of a smaller house. Chaz turned in
his seat to better face Casey. "When boys start getting hair and making
sperm they get horny a lot. That means they feel sexy like, they want to
have sex, and its all cuz their bodies are changing. A boy gets more tingly
feelings in his belly and his balls and he gets boners a lot more; it seems
like he has a boner all the damned time. It's like when you're sitting in
math class or something and all of sudden your dick gets hard for no reason
or you're waking up in the morning with a boner a lot more, ya know?" Casey
nodded his head because he did know. He couldn't remember getting a boner
in class when he was in 6th grade but just in the past 3 months he had
gotten a boner at school at least 7 times. And he always had one in the
morning now, and even at night. Sometimes he'd wake up with a boner that
was so hard that it hurt.

"Jacking off or beating off, makes the sperm come out and that makes the
boner go away, well, most of the time anyhow." Like any other boy Chaz had
times when his boner didn't go away but stayed hard, or at least stayed
hard much long after cumming. "So, because a boy gets horny a lot he beats
off a lot and all boys know it so they joke about it, like when they do in
the showers." Chaz asked Casey if he understood and the younger boy nodded
his head. They were quiet a little bit then Chaz asked Casey if he had
questions and of course the 12 year old did. He asked why one of the boys
put his stuff between his legs when he teased Robert then another boy bent
over and showed everyone his butt hole and said that Robert really wanted
that. Chaz explained and Casey seemed to get it although he had more
questions about that. There was one other thing that was important to the
preteen. It took him a moment to formulate his next question and Chaz
waited patiently. Finally the boy said,

"Well, there is something I noticed when the boys are undressed and in the
shower and it seems like everyone's penis is different, some are big and
some are small and that one boy's penis looks way different than everyone
else's." He was referring to a boy named James who of course was uncut so
Chaz interrupted.

"That's because he's uncircumcised." Casey nodded his head.

"Okay, but that's not what I don't understand. What I don't understand is,
well, how come my penis is bigger than anyone else, even yours?" That got
Chaz's attention.

"What do you mean Casey?" So the boy repeated himself. "You're saying that
your dick is bigger than everyone else on the team?" Casey only nodded his
head. Chaz was having a difficult time assimilating what the young boy was
saying. The kid was small in comparison to most of the rest of the guys on
the team. He couldn't weigh more than 90 pounds, was probably still under 5
feet tall, even if only by a fraction, and his ass wasn't more than 8
inches across. Chaz glanced at Casey's feet, having heard that foot size
was an indicator of dick size and they didn't seem overly big.

"A little bit or a lot," he finally asked.

"Compared to some of the boys, a lot; compared to you not as much."

"Well, I guess I don't know what to say about that. Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Casey said as his hand went to the snap of his jeans, "I'll show
you." He would have too if Chaz hadn't stopped him.

"Right here isn't a good idea. Can we go in your house or even over to
mine," he asked. Casey said that here was fine and opened the car door,
Chaz right behind him on his side. As he followed Casey up the walk he
admire the boy's slender butt and the golden red locks that seemed to
cascade down onto his shoulders. Caps weren't allowed in school except on
the ball field so Casey didn't even keep one in his backpack for fear of
messing it up.

A dick bigger than mine, Chaz thought as they went of the walkway. The last
time Chaz had put a ruler along side his rigid cock it measured 7¼ inches
long, give or take. He couldn't imagine that little boy with bigger cock.

Inside the house Casey went straight to his bedroom then closed the door,
even though his mother wouldn't be home for at least an hour. Chaz looked
around the room and it was neat and the bed made, a typical boys bedroom
although not many boys he knew would have a poster on the wall of the
periodic table of elements.

Casey put his things on his desk and turned around to watch Chaz as he
scoped out the room. Finally he stopped turning and faced Casey who asked
if Chaz wanted to see it. Chaz nodded his head and the younger boy reached
down and unsnapped then unzipped his jeans and pushed them half way down
his thighs. He stopped and pulled his t-shirt up with the intention of
holding it out of the way with his chin but it got away from him and he had
to catch it and pull it up. In that short span of time his briefs were
fully visible to Chaz who got a good but quick look. His first impression
was that the young boy had a cloth of some sort stuffed inside the white
fabric because it seemed to bulge out unnaturally. His glance was only that
because in the next instant Casey caught his shirt tail under his chin, put
his fingers in the red lined waist band of his underwear and shoved them
down, freeing up his boyhood plumbing and showing it to someone for the
first time in 7 or 8 years. Chaz about shit his pants.

The older boys' mouth practically hung open as he stared at Casey's
crotch. The pale, blue veined tube of flesh that hung off the apex of the
boys' legs seemed enormous on his small body. It looked almost like a
caricature; a cartoon of someone where certain features are greatly
exaggerated. The thing had to be 8 inches long and it wasn't skinny either,
it wasn't a pencil dick. The sac of balls that hung below it seemed small
by comparison, also lined with tiny blue veins and as smooth as a new born
baby's ass.

Chaz stepped up closer to Casey, almost in a trance, and absently undid his
own clothing, shoved it down to his knees, used his elbows to move the
sides of his letterman's jacket back out of the way then pulled his shirt
up. The older boys' cock was at full hang and was noticeably shorter than
the preteen he was standing in front of.

"Jesus fucking Christ your dick his huge." Casey could easily see that the
older boy was stunned and his words simply clarified that.

"But why Chaz," he asked. His first thought was that he had no idea but
that wasn't totally true. Okay, wait, he didn't exactly know why but he
knew that, while maybe rare, it wasn't unheard of. He had read about stuff
like that in a magazine that his friend Ben had showed him. It was a
magazine from Europe somewhere called "Sexual development in preteen and
adolescent boys." It was suppose to look like it was an educational sort of
magazine but in reality it was a stroke book for people who were turned on
by boys. It had tons of pictures of naked and near naked boys and the focus
of the images was on the boys' cocks and balls. The first part had
comparison images of boys ages 11 through 17 and clearly showed how their
stuff grew as they aged. It explained average dick sizes and balls sizes
along with hair growth as boys grew, most boys reaching their adult
physical genital size by age 15. In fact there wasn't a great deal of
difference between the images of 15 year olds and 20 year olds.

It went on to say that those numbers were only averages, that some boys
never reached the average size and others reached it or beyond it at an
early age. There were images of mid teen boys with tiny dicks and others
with large dicks. Again, all the pictures stressed the word average which
meant that some were out of the normal range of growth in terms of size and
chronological development. Thus, there were some images of 12, 13, and 14
year olds that were larger than average and a few that were much larger
than average. The largest had been a black boy about 14 years old but there
were also some blond boys much like Casey.

Not all of the pictures had been of softened cocks either; there were
plenty of boys with boners. There were also many images of boys jacking off
and cumming and of course a series of them were similar to the ones showing
average size so the youngest of the boys only had a droplet or two of the
long awaited juice while a few of the older boys had veritable puddles of
the stuff all over their smooth lean bodies. The last part of the magazine
talked about boy's sexual activity and showed images of boys sucking each
other's cocks and even boys fucking. Ben had loaned the magazine to Chaz
and the boy had jacked off dozens of time while thumbing through its well
worn pages.

All of that shot through the teenager's memory banks in about 3 seconds
before he gave Casey an explanation that ended with "Every boy I know would
be jealous, believe me." Neither boy made any effort to put their clothes
back in place. Casey had listened with half and ear because his attention
was mostly on the older boys' crotch. That tingling feeling was happening
in his belly. He liked looking at Chaz's penis and he like having the older
boy look at his. He felt his cock start to thicken, to get heavier. He was
starting to get hard but the thing was, so was Chaz. Casey could see the
change start to take place in the teenager's penis, saw it sort of lengthen
and the head begin to rise slightly.

When Chaz stopped talking, they both stared at each other for a second then
Casey said, "I'm getting a boner and it looks like you are too. Why is that
Chaz?"

"Well cuz it's kind of sexy feeling sometimes to look at other boys
stuff. It happens more when boys are younger but boys usually grow out of
it I guess. Neither boy said anything but just watched the other boys' cock
grow, an amazing thing to watch, especially when it's someone
else's. Chaz's cock finally stopped and stood hard and proud in front of
his flat, well developed belly. Casey's kept on going as well and although
it didn't stand as upright as the older boys' did, it was still standing
and looked huge on his Casey's small body.

"Fuck, you really are a bat boy," the teen exclaimed, a tinge of awe in his
voice. "So, do you want to learn how to jack off, maybe see if you're
making sperm yet?"

"Will it feel good do you think," Casey asked in his still high pitched
sweet voice.

"Oh yeah," Chaz replied with enthusiasm. "It will probably be the best
thing you've felt in years. Let's sit on your bed." The boys went to the
narrow bed and sat down, Chaz immediately shoving his jeans and underwear
to the floor, Casey following suit because he assumed that was pat of the
deal. Chaz couldn't help but stare at the pole that jutted up between
Casey's pale smooth thighs like a rocket ready to launch.

"I don't suppose you've ever sucked your dick," the boy asked. The look on
the younger boys' face gave the answer but Casey said,

"Why would I want to do that?" Chaz practically rolled his eyes.

"Never mind, we'll get to that later, let's do this." He took hold of his
rock hard cock with a thumb and fingers and began the millennia old action,
sliding up and down his dick. "This is what jacking off is." Casey took
hold of his cock in the same manner and started the motion as well but Chaz
suggested that a full hand grip might feel better to him and changed his
grip for emphasis. Casey did as he was told. The younger boy focused on
what he was doing as did Chaz.

The older boy wondered what it would be like to suck that monstrous thing,
to stroke and fondle it and maybe even have it shoved up his ass. Chaz
preferred to be buried deep inside another boy as opposed to having a boy
buried deep inside him but on occasion he liked getting fucked by another
boy. In this case he was more curious about what it would feel like to have
his asshole split open by Casey's cock although to be honest it wasn't any
more thick that Ben's had been or any of the other boys that had fucked
him, it was just so goddamned much longer.

"I guess it feels good," Casey finally said but the lingering feeling
behind the statement was "but not that good." Chaz caught the clue and went
with it.

"Here let me do it for you." Casey shrugged his shoulders and took his hand
away and Chaz noticed that the baseball bat was standing a little taller
than it had before. He figured that something that big and heavy must take
more time to get all the way up. "Lay back," he commanded and Casey laid
flat on the bed, his cock now reaching past his outtie belly button. Chaz
lay down, propped on his forearm and reached over. He took hold of Casey's
cock and immediately reveled in the warmth of it, the hardness beneath the
soft skin. Casey emitted a slow gasp at being touched down there for the
first time. Chaz began stroking the boy.

"Does that feel better?" Casey's head nodded vigorously and he muttered a
yeah. Chaz kept up the motion for a moment or ten, his heart beginning to
beat rapidly and his brain mulling over the question of the day until he
finally took the plunge.

"Do you want to try something that feels even better?" Casey didn't even
ask what but simply gave permission. Chaz held the big shaft more upright,
lowered his head and took Casey's cock into his mouth. The young boy gasped
again only deeper as his virgin body began receiving its first blow job.

Chaz did an admirable job too. He deep throated the boy, bouncing the fat
swollen head off the back of his throat then sliding upward and holding his
lips tight together moved them back and forth over the sensitive rim of the
head

Casey moaned as intense new feeling shot through his body. Chaz let go of
the shaft and put his hands between the boys' thighs and cupped his soft
smooth nut sac, gently squeezing and tugging on the medium sized
eggs. Casey moaned again and this time his body shivered. Chaz faced a
dilemma though, over what he wanted most. Did he want to make the boy cum,
to find out if was indeed producing honey from the eggs that Chaz was
fondling or did he want to see if Casey would be willing to suck his cock
first. Either way had its merits but the teenager elected to go with the
former. Making cum was something that most boys looked forward to, at least
boys that Chaz had known or been with, and being the one to show a boy the
wonders of his body was always a ton of fun. But even if Casey wasn't
making sperm yet, the feelings of cumming would likely encourage the
younger boy to go for it again and hopefully again and again with Chaz.

So Chaz kept up the work on Casey's bat, moving his hand back to the shaft
to stroke the boy while he sucked him off. It didn't take all that long
before Casey was moaning louder and shortly thereafter he announced that
his penis was tingling badly. Chaz took his mouth away and simply jacked
the boy off and a moment later they were both rewarded.

"Ohgoshohgosh," Casey groaned as his cock thickened against Chaz' fingers
and a moment later some droplets shot out and landed on Casey's upper
chest, almost at his neck. Chaz continued to work the pole in his hand and
got another droplet and then the show was over. He slowed down considerably
but continued to milk the thick cock and got a little more juice to ooze
out of the slit. When Casey felt the first droplet hit his body he raised
his head to look and saw the second droplet pop out. The boy smiled, as
much as being up in a fog of hotness would allow him to smile, then watched
the rest of the stuff ooze out of cock head. He was panting pretty good but
didn't understand why but didn't really care either. He let his head fall
back on the bed while Chaz continued to milk his hose and coax every last
bit of juice out of the younger boys' cock.

Chaz finally let go of the monster in his hand, gently letting it down so
the head rested on Casey's belly and admiring the expression of contentment
on the younger boys' beautiful smooth face. He immediately put the spermy
fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, savoring the taste of fresh
squeezed young boy sperm. He felt that it definitely tasted different than
his own, or other older boys. Casey had opened his eyes and watched,
curious about the entire process.

"I didn't it didn't I Chaz, I made the sperm?" Chaz grinned, knowing how it
felt when a young boy made that glorious discovery.

"Yep, you shore did." Casey propped himself up on an elbow and put his own
finger into the cooling droplet of nut honey then went through the process
of feel smell taste decreeing that it was kind of bland.

"Are you gonna do it now, make your sperm come out?" Chaz said that he sure
was and lay back on the bed, took hold of his raging boner and began the
process. His other hand was down on his inner thigh, cupping the soft
flesh, feeling the softer skin of his balls rubbing against his
knuckles. Like most boys he needed to have his other hand down there
although he didn't know why exactly. As his heat lever rose he turned the
hand around so he could play with his balls, gently squeezing the sensitive
sac. He eventually moved to tugging them, pulling on the heavy eggs.

"It's getting close Casey," he moaned. He moved his hand up and massaged
his cock head, giving his fist a little twist as he glided over the
rim. "Oh fuck Casey," he moaned and raised his head to watch the
show. Chazzie hadn't cum for almost 3 days, something that was becoming
more and more common as he got older. As every boy knows when you finally
cum after a few of days of not cumming you often get a decent shot out of
it. Chaz was no different in that respect than any other boys.

He slowed his stroke then stopped in the down position, pressing at the
base of his boyhood pride and joy. The first shot was a thick stream of cum
that plastered the boys' neck right on his Adam's apple. He pumped his cock
a couple of times and the second shot landed just below the first one. Two
more pumps and the next one landed just below that. Spermlets were dropping
off the main glob and leaving little splatters of the stuff on his heaving
torso while there was always some that didn't catch air and simple draped
down over his cock head and across his finger. Shot four was mostly lower
belly and the next three were more like burps that popped out and landed on
his lower belly and in his belly button. After that there three or four
oozes, thick blobs that slid out in a pool of almost clear fluid that ran
down over his fingers and dropped into his moss on of his pubic bone.

Casey watched on, mesmerized by the sight. He'd had no idea what to expect,
especially after his pitiful little squirting, but he sure hadn't expected
that! He absently scratched his balls as Chaz slowed down, milking his dick
just as he had Casey's then let go of the thing and just lay back and tried
to get his breathing back under control.

"Do you always make that much of stuff? Will I make that much stuff too,"
Casey finally asked after a suitable amount of silence.

"Yeah, you will. So how did you like it Casey, was it fun for you?" The
young boy nodded his head rapidly.

"Yeah. It was, I don't know, probably the best thing ever. Do you always
suck on boys' penises? I have to admit it sure felt good. What's it
like. How soon can we do it again?" Chaz was very heartened by Casey's
inclusion of "we" doing it again. There was so much more stuff that he
wanted to share with the beautiful young thing, so many places he wanted to
take him.

"We first off I gotta clean this mess up cuz it's gonna start running." In
fact it already had. Casey hopped off the bed and mostly duck walked to his
laundry basket, Chaz's eyes glued to his delicious little butt, and pulled
out a t-shirt then duck walked back to the bed, cock bobbing in the air,
and handed it to Chaz after cleaning the few little droplets of cum from
his body. He stood there watching Chaz groom himself, his cock sticking out
in front of him like a limb on a tree. The feelings going through the young
boy had still not returned to normal. He wanted to do that again, to make
the sperm. He was thinking about putting his mouth on Chaz's cock too,
wondering what that felt like, how it tasted. When the older teen had done
it to him he thought he was gonna faint dead away. The feelings had been
incredible. Chaz finished cleaning the goo off his body and sat up, looking
straight at Casey's cock, barely 2 feet from his face.

His eyes gazed over all that made Casey a boy and there was a fair amount
of it. He took in the sac of balls that hung below his magnificent cock,
blue veined and hairless. At the base of his cock Chaz could make out the
soft wisps of hair and felt his heart lurch. He needed to be with the
beautiful young boy, needed to show him all the things that boys could do
together.

"Did you like it when I sucked you?"  Once again Chaz was rewarded with a
beaming grin and head nod that tossed the ringlet like curls around.

"Yeah I did," Casey said; his sweet high pitched voice like music to Chaz's
ears. I'd like to do it again, maybe even try to do it you, that is, if you
don't mind." The young boy sort of hung his head at that statement, not
wanting to seem presumptuous. Chaz's heart started beating more rapidly at
the idea of his fantasy actually coming true. The thought that Casey was
ready and willing to suck Chaz's dick made the dick in question throb.

"No Casey, I don't mind at all if you want to try and suck me. I think it
would be amazing if you did." Casey gave the older boy another grin, albeit
a slightly downcast, like he was being shy. Casey was shy and having the
captain of the baseball team and one of the most popular boys in the school
paying attention to him like this meant a lot to the boy, more than Chaz
would ever know.  He looked at the clock to check the time. His mother
could be home in the next 15 minutes or it could be an hour, there wasn't
any real way to know for sure. He explained it to Chaz.

"So we would have to do it another time, just to be safe." Chaz nodded his
head in agreement, his brain working overtime. His father had gotten a
commitment from Chaz to go out to their cabin to do some spring
housecleaning. He wondered if Casey's mother would let the boy go with
him. Sure, there would be work to do but they would be there over night and
that's the part that the teenager was focusing on. It was sort of late
notice, this was Thursday and he was supposed to drive out after school the
next night.

Chaz stood up and faced Casey, both boys clothing still around their
ankles, cocks as hard as they could. Chaz wanted to swarm the younger boy,
run his hands all over Casey's smooth body, the lay in bed naked with him
and hold him. For his part Casey wasn't sure what he was feeling but it was
all good, that much he did know. He looked at Chaz's hard cock and knew
that he wanted to feel it, to hold it and do the things to Chaz that he'd
done to Casey.  But there wasn't time.

As they pulled their clothing back into place Chaz told Casey his plan,
invited him to spend Friday night at their cabin and then he's show the boy
some other stuff and if Casey really wanted to suck on Chaz' cock then the
older boy would let him. Casey was eager and said so. He suggested that
maybe Chaz could come over that evening and meet his mother; that way at
least she couldn't refuse because he didn't know the boy. Chaz agreed
quickly and they headed back out to the front of the house, stopping by the
phone to swap numbers. Before they went out the door Chaz said to Casey,

"Look, I really liked doing stuff with you. I really hope that you can come
with me tomorrow after school." Casey said that he would try very hard
because he'd had fun too and wanted to go pretty bad. That being said they
walked out to the car and a moment later Chaz was heading down the
street. Casey waited until the boy turned the corner before going back
inside the house.

Casey went back into his room and lay on his bed thinking about the past
half hour. It had been very exciting for him and gotten some answers to
some important questions, at least important to him. It was kind of a
relief to hear what Chaz had said about his penis being huge, at least now
he understood and felt a little sense of pride. His memory went back to
when Chaz had taken hold of his penis, his cock. He wasn't lying when he
said it didn't feel that good because it hadn't, at least not to the degree
that the older boy had expressed. It felt okay but that was all. When Chaz
took hold of it and began stroking it well, that was a different story
entirely and when the boy put it in his mouth Casey thought he was going to
faint. Honestly, he couldn't remember ever feeling anything that felt so
good. His whole world was focused on the end of his penis, his cock or
dick.

As he remembered back on the experience Casey's cock began to swell and
before he knew it the thing was pressing against his jeans. He needed to
let it out but he also knew that his mother would be home soon. His mom had
a habit of just coming into his bedroom whenever she wanted. She wasn't
being mean or anything it was just that she continued to think of Casey as
her little boy when clearly he wasn't. He was growing up and he needed his
privacy. He knew that he was going to have to say something to her soon but
meanwhile the only place he knew that offered complete privacy was the
bathroom.

Casey swung his legs off the side of his bed and stood up, looking down at
the front of his jeans, seeing the bulge. He unsnapped then unzipped and
opened the flaps and pulled the waistband of his underwear out so that his
cock had room to stand up the way it needed to. He then gripped the shaft
through cloth and a wave of pleasure shot through his body.

Casey walked quickly to the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind
him and quickly shoved his jeans and briefs to his ankles. He pulled his
t-shirt up and just stared at his cock and smiled, knowing now that it
wasn't to be used only to piss with. Casey sat on the toilet with his legs
splayed out and took hold of his rigid shaft and began doing what he'd done
earlier, sliding his hand up and down. Without thinking about it his other
hand went between his thighs and cupped his balls. He hadn't realized how
soft they were before but maybe that was because he wasn't really aware of
them, at least not in a feel good sense. New feelings rushed though his
body as he cupped and played with his nuts, wondering how in the heck it
was that he never knew how good it felt to do that. He did of course. Every
boy learns that early on, it's just that Casey had never gone out of his
way to pleasure himself that way. Now that he'd learned some new tricks it
was a different story.

He moved his hand into a full grip, remembering that was what Chaz had done
and again, a wave of pleasure surged through his young body and he shivered
noticeably. Casey closed his eyes and thought back on Chaz's hand doing
what his was then remembered the feelings when the older boy and put his
warm mouth over the head of Casey's penis, his cock. What was it Chaz had
asked him. Oh yeah, had he ever sucked his own cock and Casey hadn't been
able to understand why the boy even asked him that.

"Because it felt really good," was essentially the message Casey had
gotten. Chaz had been right on too, it had felt great. Casey looked down at
his crotch, at his hand sliding the skin up and down on his hard cock.

"I wonder," he thought to himself. He adjusted himself on the toilet seat
then leaned over. He took his hand from his balls and hooked it under his
thigh for leverage, although he didn't really need to. Casey wasn't only
limber but his cock was really long so it wasn't a big stretch to get his
mouth to it. He looked over the head, never having really taken the time
for close inspection. This close he could easily make out the surface, a
texture of skin like no other on the body. He moved his head further,
opened his mouth and went the rest of the way.

It was like a little jolt of electricity shot through his body and he
closed down. It was a double action for the boy; that of having his cock
sucked as well as sucking one. He moved his head, causing his lips to move
back and forth over the sensitive rim. His tongue touched the satiny
surface and although he didn't really register it at the time, later he
would think about silky soft and spongy it was. Without thinking about it
his right hand went back to moving slowly up and down just as his head
was. The feelings that were tearing through Casey's preteen body were just
short of overwhelming. Later he would think about, consider just how
incredible it had been but at that moment the boy was caught up in a fog of
hotness, a fog of feelings that he'd never ever felt before. He felt the
tingling start, down in his belly then further down in his balls. It was
incredible and then doubled as the tickling started. Casey didn't really
have time to stop what he was doing, wasn't really thinking about what was
going to happen.

Casey's world was shattered by an onslaught of feelings as he experience
the second orgasm in the space of 40 minutes, the incredible feeling in his
cock, then the warmth of his sperm oozing into his mouth. The shivered as
if a powerful surge of emotion and feeling radiated outward from his mouth
and the head of his cock. He heard himself moan then felt another bit of
warmth on his tongue as another droplet of cum burped out of his cock.

All of a sudden he released his cock from his mouth and sat upright, his
hand moving faster on the pole that was jutting up between his legs. He
rested against the tank of the toilet and stared at cock head, his moving
hand. The head of his penis, his cock he reminded himself, was red tinged
and swollen as if he'd been injured. He noticed that he was panting and
wondered why, then remembered that he and Chaz had both been panting too,
after his sperm shot out. He didn't get to ponder that thought any further.

"Are you in there honey," his mother called out from the other side of the
door. It startled the shit out of the boy. He hadn't heard any sounds of
her coming in the house or down the short hallway.

"Yeah mom," he called back. He'd let go of his dick when she spoke, as if
she were standing right there and caught him in the most embarrassing
situation possible. He chuckled at himself then pulled some paper off the
roll and gently cleaned his cock head and immediately became aware of how
sensitive it was. Then he focused his intention on his mouth and tried to
register the taste of his sperm, wondering if it was okay for a boy to do
that, to take his sperm in his mouth and eat it then remembered that Chaz
had cleaned Casey's sperm off with his tongue. Regardless, it was a little
late for worrying and it was pretty much too late to identify any taste
that it might have. Without being conscious of it he thought that the next
time he did that he would have to pay more attention.

Casey stood up and flushed the toilet then turned to the sink and turned
the faucet on. He leaned in toward the mirror and opened his mouth wide and
stuck his tongue out, couldn't see anything but the dampness of his spit.
Still looking, he unconsciously ran his hands under the tap and went
through the cursory motions of washing then flushed the toilet. His dick
had wilted back to its more pliable state so the boy pulled his clothes
back up into place, tucked and arranged then buttoned back up. He started
to leave then turned back to the toilet and grabbed the can of air
freshener and gave the room a spray. His mother tended toward the curious
and he didn't want her to wonder why the room didn't stink after he'd been
in there.

As he headed toward the door Casey thought to himself that he was going to
have to be more aware of his surroundings, what he was doing, and how to
protect against getting caught. He didn't want his mother to know about
this part of his life, not considering that as a parent she probably had
some clue that her son was growing up, that he wasn't her baby anymore. He
knew that what he'd just done wasn't a one time thing, he knew that his
life was changing; things were definitely going to be different.