Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 15:06:17 -0500 From: Justin Kase Subject: part 3 Re: Chad and Jeremy's little bro Thanks to all who have emailed me, I do appreciate the comments. I am glad that you are enjoying my stories. Please keep up the mail, sbc_tek@hotmail.com Yesterday, I had a chance to view a scene that took me back to my own experiences. A lunch along side the community pool allowed me to watch the kids swim and play. Boys splashed each other, crawled up each other's backs, and wrap their bodies innocently around another as they tried to take the other under the water. They also ran and played on the grassy swales in the dappled sunshine beneath the trees. I remember such a place. Where the grass was so thick and soft that laying down with nothing but a swim suit felt like the warmest comforter, the softest bed. Whether on my belly and elbows or spread eagle on my back to soak up every ray of sunshine, that grass was always inviting. As I watched, I longed to shed most my clothes and join in the boys' games. I settled with taking off my shoes and walking to my car barefoot, feeling the grass come up and tickle my feet. My toes grabbed big clumps of grass and my mind reached back and grabbed some memories. I spent a lot of time at a huge pool not far from my house. For years, I and my brothers would leave the house on summer mornings and head for the chilly waters of the pool. In the morning the water did feel so cool, and there was something mystical about being one of the first to enter the calm of the water. We could make an entire day there. We had enough money stashed in that little pocket inside our suits to buy a couple of blue coconut snow cones and a hamburger basket with the greasiest fries. While there was a lot of time spent in the water, I spent a lot of time out. A lot of that time was spent inside the big locker room and showers. There was plenty of fun in the water though. Even when I was about 8 years old, I remember how good it felt to have my body all over another boy's. Balls and dicks would get smushed against hips and butts. I was always fought over to be put on some other boys shoulders in chicken fights. Both my brothers wanted me as their rider, they didn't mind hanging on to me even as I was underwater, and I was a fighter. And there was a payoff for me too. My little dick would harden almost as soon as I put my legs around the other boy's neck. At 8 or 9 or 10, I wasn't big at all, but that pink little thing would get rock hard. When I was on Jeremy's back, my oldest brother, we would enter combat with a series of hops. I loved it because my boner would flick from one side of his neck to the other. I really didn't mind when the other boys would take their time in getting mounted, my brother would continue to hop and give me a great jacking. I sure didn't mind being on top of other boys either. I never did too good underneath, I spent more time trying to keep my head out of the water than I did noticing how I could feel the dick on my neck. There were other games too. More than once did we swim with out suits pulled down to our knees, more than once did we turn to face each other and grasp each other closely, but only once did we get caught doing that. It meant an hour of sitting quietly by the life guards tower. It was those games that got us started on my favorite summer time game. It went on in the big shower of he locker room. It was a game taught to me by my oldest brother, the first time with one of his best buddies. The locker room only had boys in there long enough to throw their clothes in baskets and run back out, the shower seldom had any one in there, maybe some old man. The seclusion allowed us to get naked in the most public of places. The first time I remember playing with Jeremy and his bud Danny. They were 13, I was 8. They thought they were talking me into playing but I would have done anything. It started with me pulling down my suit, exposing my little pink dick. It bounced up and down, pointing straight out. I was not bigger than a couple of inches. My ball were little things and after spending hours in cool water, they were drawn up tight. At that age, I really didn't think too much about them, it was when Danny took such an interest in how small my sack was that I got me to think about them. Not much bigger than pinto beans, they hung in a soft little sack, all wrinkled and tight. Danny felt my little dick between his fingers, taking a lot of interest where the dick head splayed from my pink shaft. He twisted it around and pulled the skin tight making it redder and harder. I got a strange feeling in my gut as the used his fingers to bounce my boner up and down. It caused Danny and Jeremy to laugh at how bouncy it was. I stood there proudly, making it easy for Danny to get at my boner. I could see Jeremy's boner clearly pressing his suit out and he told Danny to take his dick out and put them together. Danny pulled his suit under his balls, his boner popped right out. Little tufts of pubes could be seen on either side. His dick pointed straight up, he pulled it away but it slapped back against his belly each time. I could see the little veins meandering along his shaft. It couldn't have been 5 inches but it looked huge to me. He pulled his suit lower and his balls hung low, they swung as he moved. I could clearly see each one of them. Danny had to bend his knees and pull his dick down but he got down to my level. I held my breath as I watched his big head approach my little head. I glanced up at Jeremy, he had a big goofy smile, I could see the devilish look in his eyes, one hand on his chest and the other covering his boner inside his suit. As soon as the tips of our dicks touched, I began to laugh. It was like a bolt of electricity that ran through my body, igniting the laughter and causing me to shiver. Dueling little dicks bashed together. A little string of precum attached itself between our boners. More and more of our dicks made contact. Danny ran his dick along the top of mine, pressing it into the soft skin above my dick. Side by side felt great when the rim of our dick heads would rub past each other. I stood still other than laughing when he pushed his dick between my legs, under my balls. Danny would pull back slowly, the natural curve of his dick would put pressure on my balls. His dick would spring free, slapping my dick as it passed, and slapping his belly again. All the games like this always ended before any boy would cum. I knew the older boys with my brothers would stay back, I know now they probably finished by jacking off. I would usually just pull up my suit and run back to the pool. I was careful as always to keep my boner hidden from view, sometimes it meant some foolish looking crouching or almost crawling to make it to the water. When I did it with my own friends, we would both try to make it back to the pool and act like nothing happened. Those several summers worth of playing in the showers got me a lot of opportunities to see other boys' dicks. I was very interested in how they looked so different. Many looked like mine, only with twists or turns, more veins sometimes, some almost purple in color when all boned up. Others were more notable, Mark D.'s was good size for our age, I think 9 the first time we played, but his was so very smooth. Only one vein could be seen under the darker skin. Hard or soft, Mark's dick was smooth. I wouldn't laugh as much, I would concentrate as my head moved along that smooth skin. Anthony, pronounced An-ten-nee, had a little dick that looked like it was twisted. One side of it was a little higher then the other giving it that twisted look. His little balls reflect that difference too, one ball hung much higher than the other. Years later when his PE locker was next to mine, I saw that it was still that way, well past the onset of puberty. Greg was very serious. He wouldn't laugh, he didn't take a lot of time before pulling his suit down. His dick was about the same length as mine but at least twice as thick. It didn't take long rubbing them together before we were full length rubbing. The more times we did it, the more he would grind into me. Greg liked getting our sacks pressing against each other. He balls were only a little bigger than mine but we pushed together hard enough that I could really feel them against me. Miguel was fun. He was pretty heavy. I liked to play with him because he barely had a dick. I would get him in the shower and I could barely see the little mushroom looking thing between his legs. His boner barely produced a visible shaft. Rubbing dicks with Miguel was more like rubbing bellies, every once in a while my dick would find his. He would normally react by pulling back. I just really liked to look at him playing with the little thing. Chase was the coach's kid. When ever he would stand around, he had his hand on his dick. Naked and in the shower, it varied only a little bit, he had his hand on my dick as much as his. He was also the only 8 or 9 year old that I knew who wore a jock under his swim suit. I thought that was pretty exciting, I always watched as he put his jock back on after we played. There was something about underwear with no butt that was interesting to me. I'm not sure of the purpose of the jock, it wasn't like they were holding up his little balls. Like me, his balls hung up tight. Not big enough to swing and barely big enough to "get hit in the nads", a favorite saying of his, and Coach J's. Reni, was uncut. I didn't know I was cut then. He had a nozzle that extended about an inch past his dick head. The best thing to do with Reni was to put my dick inside his foreskin, feeling it wrap all around my dick. Chad, my next older brother, was the first to take it the next step. Holding Reni's foreskin tight on his own dick, he would pee, filling up the foreskin until it leaked back on him. The second time I peed in it, Reni peed right along with me, covering us both in hot piss. I really wanted a "nozzle" when I was 10. There were others, but these dicks and boys stand out in my memory. I do wonder about that locker room at the community pool I was at yesterday.