Date: Tue, 8 May 2018 21:58:53 -0500 From: Brandon M Subject: It Happened in Sixth Grade, Part 6 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. Comments are always welcome at wisconsinbrandon@gmail.com From the end of Chapter 5: We went to bed after that, a few minute before our parents returned. They popped in to check on us, saw we were in bed, and told us we were good boys. That night, I was a good boy for both Connor and Ryan. When Connor decided to top me, I felt it more than I had Ryan or Scott or Mark, but it felt really good. By the time we fell asleep, I'd had full use of my cousins' dicks. Chapter 6: One Last Dare and One New Daring Thing Me, Connor and Ryan were up before their parents and my mom on Labor Day morning. We had one last round of dick fun to get in before we had to get dressed and be innocent boys again. There was sucking all around and for the first time Connor let me top him, so we all topped each other. We had a blast and when we heard the parents starting to stir, I said, "I hope we get time for a little more of this before you two go home." Connor took my still-naked balls in his hand and said, "Cousin Brian, I'm still in charge, and there's going to be a dare before we go home. Trust me." He smiled then and I wondered what he was up to. I looked over at his brother, but Ryan just shrugged. We had breakfast and then, as was our family's tradition, we went to the park for a day of games and cooking out and a night of fireworks. All day long, we played and swam in the lake and ate and I kept waiting for the dare. There was no way I was doing anything outside with half the town around me and I was prepared to tell Connor just that. We had fun in my bedroom, but it couldn't happen out here. At about four o'clock, my body told me that taking a pee mattered more than anything in the world, so I headed for the portable bathrooms set up for the afternoon and evening festivities. Connor put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Uh-uh. You're going to use the regular park bathroom." "Why?" "Because it has one of those big tub urinal things that everybody pees into together and you're gonna let your dick hang out there for long enough for at least ten strangers to see it. And I mean you're going to pull your shorts down far enough for anybody looking to see you got no hair and to see your dick and balls." "What if I don't?" "Then maybe I'll pants you at some point and maybe I won't. Depends on how I feel, but I think I'm owed some revenge for letting you shave my pubes off." I took a deep breath. Letting guys my own age see me was hard enough, but this dare meant anybody from some little kid to old grandpas. Stupid teenagers who'd make fun of me or dads or who knew who. But it was better than getting pants in front of girls or my mom or whatever, so I said okay. I went into the bathroom with Connor and Ryan behind me. At the urinal tub thing, I pulled my shorts down as instructed and started to pee. There were five people there doing the same—two old guys, a little boy, a teenager, and an adult. I looked at them all, especially the teenager, as they peed and left my dick out there, peeing as slow as I could, while they went away one by one. Before long, six more guys took their places. Four teenagers and two adults. I definitely had the smallest dick on display and I'm pretty sure at least two of the teenagers and one of the grownups was checking it out. Since I was try and I fulfilled the dare, I yanked my shorts up quick before I popped a boner. Back outside, Connor said, "Well, you did it. So you get a reward." He led me and Ryan to a wooded area where we were pretty cut off from the crowd. He had Ryan reach into my shorts and tug my dick until I was popping a good, solid boner. Then Connor came over, got on his knees, and sucked it right there outside with Ryan acting as a lookout. After a couple minutes, they switched places and then the three of us took care of our own boners one by one. "Thanks, Brian," Connor said. "This will give us plenty to think about before we see you again at Thanksgiving. And I'll warn you, if you start growing hair by then, you're not keeping it." He laughed and added, "I mean it. I've got to start school tomorrow with no hair. Hopefully there'll be other eighth graders without it." We headed back to our parents and Ryan slowed down in order to let his brother get ahead of us. "Brian, so you know, Connor's best friend don't have hair yet, so that's why he was so easy about it. I suggested it last night but I really didn't think he'd do it. When he said okay, I figured out why." "That's cool. Friends should stick together," I said. "So should cousins," Ryan said. The rest of the day passed quickly and soon it was time to pack up and send my cousins and aunt and uncle on their way. There were hugs and kisses and handshakes all around and two hands in my shorts when no one was looking and then they were gone. Me and mom went home to our apartment. "Brian," she said once we were inside, "shower and straight to bed. School starts tomorrow and it's back to a regular bedtime for you." Normally I would have tried to negotiate staying up later, but not tonight. I was pretty horned up from having played with four dicks this weekend and wanted to try jacking off again and just enjoying my boner now that I knew a whole lot more about what it was good for. Plus, I was basically a good kid and didn't like to upset my mother. I was all she had, she was all I had, and we had to be a team in our apartment. I thought my shower would be a quick thing, but my dick had other ideas so I spend a lot of time "cleaning" down there. With my fingers all soapy, it was easy to slip one into my butthole and imagine it was Connor or Ryan or Scott or Mark. It felt dang good doing that and remembering their dicks. It felt even better knowing that I'd definitely get to play with Connor's and Ryan's the next time I saw them, and I was pretty sure Scott and Mark would be up for more fun one day too. Out of the shower and in my t-shirt and shorts for sleeping, I kissed Mom goodnight and went into my room. My boner was back pretty much as fast as I closed the door and I was eager to get to it. I shucked the t-shirt and shorts and got my hand going while I was still standing by my bed. I wondered for a minute if I'd ever go straight to bed again. Still boned, I went over to my window and looked out across the courtyard. Jeremy, Scott's brother's friend who made me, Scott, and Mark suck each other's dicks for the first time, lived across the way with his dad and sometimes I could see him moving around in his bedroom. I never tried to see more than just movement before, but now I was hoping I could maybe see some of his body, since he saw all of mine. His bedroom light was on so while I tugged on my boner, and I watched and waited for him to appear. It didn't take long. From where I was, I could see the upper part of his body, which was okay, but I wanted to see lower, and detail was hard to make out. Then I remembered my binoculars in my closet. Quietly, I found them a brought them over to the window. Jeremy was still there, sitting on his bed and reading a book. I pulled my dick slowly, hoping that he would start to undress or something now that I thought to get the binoculars out to spy on him. After a couple of minutes, his father came into the room and they talked, then Jeremy put the book on his nightstand and sat on the side of his bed. I could tell he was taking off his socks and I hoped more was to come. It did. He stood up, stretched, then took his shirt off. It was hard to tell if he had armpit hair or not, but I tried to see. The screen on my window and, probably, the screen on his, made everything a little fuzzy. He stood there and stretched again and then reached down to the button on his jeans. My dick twitched hard and I waited. Jeremy unbuttoned his pants and slowly bent forward, probably taking them down. He picked them up off the floor, disappearing from my view for a second, and then popped back up, his back to me. He wore blue boxer briefs and I wanted him to turn around more than anything in the world. "Let him sleep naked," I whispered, wondering how he compared to the older teens I'd seen in the urinal earlier that day. No such luck. He moved to his bedside and turned off his light and the show was over. I scanned the binoculars over the rest of his building, but nothing worth seeing was happening, so I picked up my clothes from the floor, climbed back into bed, and when I was finished playing with myself, put my tshirt and shorts back on and went to sleep. The next morning, Mom was up early to make me an extra special breakfast, just like she did every first day of school since kindergarten. She was a little teary because I was starting middle school, which I thought was kind of stupid. I mean, fifth grade and sixth grade are only a year apart, just in different buildings. Still, I let her have her "my baby is growing up" time because I knew it was important to her, put up with her taking my picture at the front door, and went downstairs to get the bus. Since the middle school and high school are across the street from each other, everybody from sixth to twelfth grade shares the buses. At my stop, all of the kids from the apartment complex waited at the same place, so when I got there, Jeremy was already there. Like pretty much everybody, he was wearing shorts and I looked at his legs for the first time. There were a few hairs down near his ankles, but other than that, he didn't look much different than me. Some of the older high schoolers had hairy legs that made Jeremy look like a first grader and made me look like a sperm cell that didn't get to the egg yet. People stood around waiting. Most of the girls were talking about whatever stuff girls talk about and the high school boys were in their own group yammering and occasionally saying a curse word loud enough for the rest of us to hear. I stood alone and Jeremy broke away from the other freshman boys and came over to me. "Scared of middle school?" he asked me. "Some," I admitted. "No reason to be. You don't look any stupider than the rest of them." If Scott's brother, Steven, had said that, it would have come across as mean, but Jeremy just made it sound like a joke and I appreciated that. He looked over my head as if trying to make sure nobody would hear what he said next. "If you're scared of the showers, don't be, okay? Your body looks like any sixth graders. The seventh graders will be a little bigger down there and some might have hair and most of the eighth graders will, but who cares? Nobody expects a sixth grader to, though one or two might." I smiled at him. "Thanks," I said, then added, "Why are you telling me this?" "I don't know. I guess I remember what sixth grade was like when I didn't have anybody telling me what I was walking into." In the distance, we could see the bus coming. "Why don't you come over to my apartment after school," Jeremy said. "I can answer all your questions for you then without people being able to overhear. You can ask me anything." I wanted to ask him why he wasn't hanging out with Steven like he normally did after school. I wanted to ask him if he really thought my naked body and boner looked okay. I wanted to ask him if he liked what he saw. I wanted to ask him if he was wearing blue boxer briefs again. Instead, I just said, "Cool. I'll be there." At school, I learned my worst two subjects, science and math, would be my first two classes, followed by gym, Spanish, tech ed, social studies, art, and English. In gym, I looked at the other boys in my class. I knew some of them, which was great since I know I'd be seeing them naked when we started dressing out in a few days. Scott and Mark had gym in different hours than me, so we decided at lunch that we'd have a sleepover on Friday or Saturday and compare notes on what our friends and the guys we didn't know looked like naked. I also told them that I played around with my cousins and would fill them in on that too. Judging by how interested they were, I knew we'd be doing more that night than just talking. The day was pretty good until I got to English. The teacher was a young guy, new to the school, he told us, and while he was talking, I realized that I'd seen him before. He was the last adult I saw at the urinal the day before at the Labor Day picnic. It was weird, having seen your teacher's dick like I saw his. It was weirder knowing he saw mine. He'd been directly across from me so there's no way he didn't at least glance at it. I remembered his didn't look too, too big even though it was way bigger than mine. I was glad he didn't make us stand and introduce ourselves, because I had three inches sticking out and wearing stretchy shorts wouldn't hide it. When the bell rang, I stood with my backpack in front of my boner and headed for the door. When I passed Mr. Pearson, I swear he looked down at the backpack and smiled like he knew what it concealed. Maybe he did. He was eleven once too. On the bus, Jeremy sat in the back with the other high school boys and I hung near the front. One thing everybody somehow knew was the right place to sit on the bus. High schoolers got the back, furthest away from the driver's prying eyes in the mirror. It was a death zone for middle schoolers, he heard, the eighth graders forming the wall on the middle school side and the ninth graders doing the same on the high school side. I hoped Jeremy remembered his invitation to come over to his apartment. When we got to the complex, we got off the bus and walked separately. At the entrance, he headed toward his building and I turned toward mine. "Brian!" he called. "You still coming over?" I turned around. "Yeah. I'm just gonna drop off my backpack and quick text my mom in case she comes home early." Jeremy smiled. "Good. Ours is number 2110. The door will be open so you can just come on in." I did as I said I would and walked as fast as I could to 2110. I wasn't thinking too much about Jeremy seeing me naked a couple days earlier or me spying on his the night before. I was just thinking how cool it would be to have an older buddy, like an older brother. I guess I needed that more than I realized. I started to knock on the door when I remembered Jeremy said to just come on in. He was sitting on the couch playing something on his XBox, which immediately made me jealous since I didn't have one. He paused his game and said, "Come on in. There's a Coke on the table for you." I sat on the chair next to the couch where Jeremy sat. "Thanks. I don't get soda too much at home." "You got a mom. I've got a dad. That's one of the differences, I guess." He took a long sip of his soda. "So, how was the first day of school?" I shrugged, trying to look high school cool. "It was okay." Jeremy nodded. "I hear ya. It's school, right?" "Yeah." "I'm sure you got plenty of questions, though. Am I right?" "I got some. I'll probably have more the next few days." "Great! Then you can come over after school every day if you want. It'll be like having a little brother, only I can make him go away when he gets annoying." I laughed at that. I knew that was how Steven felt about Scott. That reminded me of a question I had. "How come you aren't hanging out with Steven?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Scott's going out for freshman football. My dad doesn't want me doing football. It's fine with me. I like baseball better anyways." "I like baseball too. And soccer." "Since I answered a question for you, Brian, you can answer one for me." I picked up my Coke. "Sure." "Did you like what you saw in the binoculars last night?" I nearly choked on my soda. End of Chapter 6. In Chapter 7, Brian is going to have to answer Jeremy's question. What's he going to say?