Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2018 23:44:03 -0500 From: Brandon M Subject: It Happened in Sixth Grade, Part 4 The usual disclaimers apply. This is a story involving children discovering their sexuality. If it is illegal for you to read this story, then don't. If not, then please do. Whatever you do, please consider making a donation to Nifty to keep the archive available to all. From the end of Chapter 3: "And if we get some alone time," Scott said, "maybe we can pull on each other's, sperm or no sperm." That idea made it hard for me to get my underwear pulled up and over my boner. Three inches may not have been as big as the guy in the movie, but it was mine and I was happy to start learning how much fun it could be. Chapter 4: That Tickly Feeling For the first time all summer, I waited for Mom to suggest it was getting late and I should get to bed. I was popping a boner pretty much all night at the idea of pulling on myself and seeing if I could make sperm and finding out tomorrow if Scott or Mark could. If I couldn't, I hoped they couldn't either. It was only fair. "Brian," Mom said as we were watching a movie on Netflix, "don't make plans for tomorrow." "What?" I had plans for tomorrow. "Aunt Maddie and Uncle Rob are coming with the boys tomorrow and staying a couple nights for a Labor Day cookout. You need to be home to play with your cousins." But me and Scott and Mark were going to try pulling each other's boners and see if we could make sperm like the guy in the movie. There was no way I could tell my mom that, though. "But me and Scott and Mark were gonna get together tomorrow and do some stuff," I said. "Well, Brian, plans change. They're the only family we've got left and I know you wouldn't want to disappoint them." What Mom meant was she wouldn't want me to disappoint her. "When are they getting here?" I asked. "Around two. Maybe you can spend a little time with your friends in the morning, then they could come over here when your cousins show up. You're all about the same age, so it'll be fun." She scooted over and gave me a one-armed hug. "Come on, buddy. What do you say?" "We're not about the same age. I'm eleven. Ryan's twelve and Connor's thirteen." Mom laughed. "Now you're just being stubborn. Two years apart is about the same age, bud. Now, you go brush your teeth and get to bed, or else I'm going to make you stay home tomorrow and clean the bathroom." Cleaning the bathroom was Mom's go-to threat. She knew I hated cleaning anything and the bathroom was the worst of the worst. I jumped off the couch and ran to brush my teeth. Faster I did that and got through the goodnights and stuff, the faster I'd have my underwear down and my boner in my hand. I brushed my teeth, shucked my clothes except for my underwear into the hamper, and jumped into bed, blanket up to my chin, and waited for Mom. She came in once I was settled and sat next to me on the bed. "Remember, tomorrow you need to be home by, let's say, twelve-thirty, so you can have lunch before your aunt, uncle, and cousins get here. Let me know if Mark and Scott want to come over so I can make sure to have enough for them too." She kissed me on the cheek, said, "Love you, buddy," and turned off the bedside lamp. I forced myself to count to a hundred before yanking my briefs off and throwing them on the floor and getting my three inches of boner in my hand. Once I had it, though, I wasn't quite sure how to pull it right. It took me a few uncomfortable slips before I figured out what I was doing, but then, holy crap did that feel good. I tugged it and thought about Scott and Mark doing the same thing to their dicks. I thought about how, before yesterday, I hadn't even seen them with boners, and now we'd sucked on each other's and had them in each other's butts and how, tomorrow, we'd be pulling them together. I thought about how I'd be doing this every night after my cousins were gone. And I thought about my cousins and wondered what they had between their legs. I was just thinking about figuring out how to see Ryan and Connor's dicks when my own three inches built up the most incredible feeling in the world. If pulling my dick was great, then this part was the greatest thing ever. My whole body tensed up and it felt like every bit of energy was going to shoot out of my dick. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was drained when it ended. I put my finger on the tip of my dick, then felt around some. No sperm. I didn't care. That was the greatest moment of my eleven years, and I would definitely repeat it again with my buddies tomorrow. When my boner went down, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my underwear, put them on, and climbed back into bed and a deep, deep sleep. When I woke up, the sunlight streaming into my room was incredibly bright and the boner pushing out my briefs was even more incredible. It was so solid I could barely move it. I thought about pulling on it again, but I promised the guys we would do it together this morning and I didn't know how many times a day I could do it, so I forced myself to hold off. It took a lot of force to do it, but I did. I got dressed and went out into the kitchen, where Mom left me a note reminding me to be home on time. I quick ate a bowl of store brand Cocoa Puffs and raced down the street to Scott's. Mark arrived the same time I did and, judging from the way he stood, he had the same boner problem I did. Scott answered the door in his underwear, so we knew his parents weren't there and we were free to get naked, which we soon did. "Any sperm?" he asked as soon as we were all naked. "No," Mark said. I said no as well, and then explained how I had to be home in time for lunch before my cousins showed up. "Well, we better get tugging then," Scott said, making us all laugh. "Are we gonna do it together or one at a time?" I asked. "I vote for together," Mark said. "Me too," Scott said, already pulling on his own three inches. We stood there, the three of us, and pulled on our boners together, like the good friends that we were. After a few minutes, Scott's hand moved over and grabbed hold of mine, so I took Mark's and Mark took Scott's and we stroked together for a couple minutes, then switched sides. "It's coming," Mark said suddenly and took his own dick in his hand. Within seconds, Scott and I did the same thing and we all tugged faster and faster. When it was all over, we collapsed on the floor, dicks in our hands, and breathed heavy. No sperm in sight, and I didn't care. I just did something real personal with my two best friends, and our friendships were about to be real, real different. When we recovered our senses, I realized that none of us had a boner and, for the first time since we were little, I was seeing Scott and Mark without one. They seemed to realize the same thing a moment later, but not before I noted that, again, they weren't all that different than me. About an inch without a boner and balls that looked the same as mine. If all of our classmates at school were the same, we'd have nothing to worry about. We decided we'd stay naked for the little time we had left before I had to leave. I remembered to ask them if they wanted to come for lunch and play with my cousins, but they said no. Scott's parents told him he had chores to do and that they would be home by one to make sure they got done. Mark's parents were taking off after lunch for some uncle's house so he had to be dragged to that. Fun times. "You got a dare to do," Scott said to me. "What's that?" "I dare you to try to see both of your cousins naked and let us know what they got." "I'll do it, but you've got to try to see Steven naked and tell us how big his boner is." Scott blushed. "I can already do that. Remember, I seen him pull on his. It's about five inches, I guess." Me and Mark were impressed with that. Steven was only three years older than us and that was a lot of growing in such a short time. "He's got hair, right?" Mark asked. "Of course he does. He's fourteen." "I wonder what it feels like," I said. Scott threw his underwear at me. "It probably feels like hair." I threw my underwear at him. "I didn't mean that, stupid. I meant what it feels like to have hair down there." "If the stuff I've read is right, we've got about two years to wait to find out," Mark said. The clock in the hall chimed twelve and Scott jumped up. "We best get moving," he said, pulling on his underwear. Correction. My underwear. "Hey, you got my underwear on," I said. "So? Wear mine. We can fix it later." Scott pulled his shorts on over my underwear and I decided I had no choice. I picked up his underwear and turned away from the guys to give it a sniff. I didn't want really ripe underwear to wear home. But it wasn't ripe. It smelled like Scott smelled when I was sucking his weiner the day before. I decided to put it on and not complain. Once we were dressed, we said our goodbyes and Mark and I walked toward home. "Do you think Steven knows Scott saw him sperm, or with a boner?" Mark asked. I shrugged. "Probably not. Steven's kind of a jerk. He wouldn't do it in front of Scott." "Do you think Jeremy would? I mean, he could have been real nasty yesterday instead of just making us such each other while he watched." "Jeremy was pretty cool about it," I said. "But he didn't have much time." We reached Mark's house first and we stopped for a second. "Even though we didn't have a lot of time today, it was still a good time." "It was, and now that we know what it's like, nothing saying we can't do it again." Mark smiled a deep smile that was from someplace way inside of him. "We definitely can. Talk to you later, dude." He turned and went up the front walk to his house. I continued on to the apartment I shared with my mom. My cousins would be showing up in less than two hours. I hadn't seen Ryan and Connor for a while and it would be cool seeing them. We got along pretty good and now I had Scott's challenge. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard. The three of us would be sharing my room, so if anybody got changed, there they'd be in front of me. I wondered if Ryan, being twelve, was much bigger than I was down below and if Connor, a year older than his brother, would be bigger still. When did dick growing stop? The guy in the movie had to be at least eight inches long. Would mine be that big some day? I walked into the apartment with the thought of dick sizes on my mind and was surprised to see my aunt, uncle and cousins already there. "Uh, hi," I said. Like a fly on a pile of poop, my aunt Maddie was on me with a hug and a kiss. She was always like that and, behind her, I could see Ryan and Connor trying not to laugh. I'm sure my mom did the same thing to them before I got home. When she finally released me and Uncle Rob shook my hand and pulled me into a bear hug, my mom suggested I take the boys to my room so they could get settled in and lunch would be on the table when we got back. In my room, I told the guys to throw their backpacks and duffle bag wherever they wanted. They did and then sat on the side of my bed and I sat on the floor and we caught up on what was going on in our lives since we'd seen each other at Easter. While we talked about that and they teased me about starting middle school, I realized I was sitting in a pretty good place. Both of them were wearing shorts. I looked at their legs. No leg hair, like me. When they shifted right, I could see quick glimpses of underwear. White for both of them, it looked like. I knew I'd see them with their shorts off. We slept in our underwear together all the time. But this time, I was hoping to see them without the underwear too. End of Chapter 4. In Chapter 5, we'll find out if Brian gets his chance to see his cousins out of their underwear and more. He's in for a weekend of very unexpected surprises.