Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 22:50:21 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: J-J-Jeremy (t/b)

Previously, I have written stories based on my own experiences or on the
experiences friends have told me about. Even though this story is written
in first person (because that is what I have become comfortable with) it is
my first attempt at outright fiction. Any resemblance to actual people or
events is unintentional (believe it or not, Zack).

J-J-Jeremy (t/b)

Jeremy had a stammer, and my heart went out to him.

At the time, I was fourteen and Jer was twelve. I was popular enough.
Though sometimes I wished my jet black hair was a different color and I
wanted to be a little more muscular, I was happy with my looks. I had
plenty of friends, but I went out of my way to be friends with Jer.

I couldn't believe how cruel some kids were to him. He was an only child
and had no siblings to speak up for him. And every time he struggled to say
something, I ached a bit for him.

Now I need to be honest. By the time this took place, I had messed around
with other boys enough to believe I was at least bisexual if not outright
gay. And Jer was beautiful; brown/blond hair, grey eyes, slim, tall, bubble
butt. I was attracted to him. And he brought out something of a big brother
instinct in me. Jeremy lived three houses down.

His family moved in when he was about eight. All summer, every summer, Jer
ran around in just shorts. Sometimes, when he was doing yard work or
playing outside, I would sit at a window and watch through a crack in the
curtains. But usually I just went over and got Jer into a game of some
kind.

He called me Emm. My name is Michael, but "M" was all he could ever seem to
get out, so I told him to just call me Emm. He did.

I decided to research stammering to see if I could help Jer. My research
wasn't helpful. After searching the internet and even making a trip to the
library, I had read plenty of inconclusive and even conflicting opinions as
to the cause of stammering, or how to help children with stammers.

As badly as I wanted to help Jer with his stammer, I had no idea how. But
then I had a perverse idea.

And I worked out a plan.

Summer had begun, and my Mom worked days. Jeremy and I began to spend a lot
of time together, playing games and hanging at my house. One morning, I
decided to spring my plan.

We had just finished a few games on my Playstation2 and were drinking sodas
in my den.  He was sitting on the couch. I was in the recliner. We were
both in just shorts. "Jer," I said, "we're good friends, and I don't want
you to get mad at me, but I've been thinking about ways to help your
stammer."

He looked at me sharply.

"Hey, dude, I even did research. I went to the library. I've been on line."

"M-m-m-my M-m-mom and D-dad already did that." Jeremy said dismissing the
topic.

"Maybe they didn't tell you everything, Jer," I said.

He frowned at me.

"Seriously guy." I insisted, looking as serious as I could. "If I tell you
something, will you promise not to tell your parents that I was the one who
told you about it?"

"Yu, yu, yu; sure."

"Well, dude, have they told you that once a kid becomes sexually active,
his stammering starts to clear up? Just like pimples clear up when you
start having sex?"

His mouth dropped, and he shook his head looking like he was saying, "No, I
don't believe you," as much as he was saying, "No, my parents didn't tell
me that."

In case you are wondering at this point, I was lying through my teeth. I'd
never read that, but was definitely anxious to explore a new hypothesis.
Who knows, I might hit on something.

Jer's mouth was still open. I could see his mind working, and could tell he
was weighing the possibility that I could be telling him the truth.

I moved over to sit next to him on the couch. Looking in his eyes, I said,
"Seriously, Jer." Then I smiled. "It certainly would be fun to try
out. Have you had any sex yet?"

That may have been personal, but I had adopted the attitude of a consulting
physician. I tried to sound dispassionate.

"Not r-r-r; not yet."

"Well, do you have a girl friend?" I hoped not.

He shook his head.

"Damn," I said, "I wish I knew a girl to help you out."

I sat, pretending to be weighing the problem in my mind. Jer was watching
me hopefully. I acted like a thought had occurred to me. (It had, just
several days earlier.)

"I've got an idea, Jer. Now just listen to me. It wouldn't be like sex
maybe, but guys our age often mess around with each other, jerk each other
off, and such. They even taught us that in school, and I've messed around
with a couple of buddies. Have you done that yet?"

Jer started shaking his head, "What's j-j-jerkin o-o-o-off?"

This might be easier than I thought. Shit, Jer. Do you even know what
fucking is?"

"Yeah," he said, unconvincingly.

"OK, what is it?"

"It's when a m-m-man puts his p-p-penis into a woman's v-v-v-v..."

"Never mind, Jer. It's hard to say. Vagina. Just say cunt. It's the same
thing. So you do know. Your dad tell you?"

He nodded.

"What else did your dad tell you?"

It took Jeremy a little while to get it all out, but basically his dad just
told him the usual stuff about sex being something married people did to
have babies, as well as it being normal for boys to wake up in the morning
with erections that go away once they took a piss. But that was about it.

"Did he explain cum? Do you know what that is?"

He shook his head.

"Did he explain that you're old enough to have sex now (I stressed `now'),
and that you don't have to be married. In fact, you can have sex just
because it's fun and feels good?"

He shook his head.

"Did he tell you that you don't have to have sex only to have babies and
that you can have sex anytime you want, and with boys too?"

Again he shook his head.

"Have you ever noticed how good you cock, your penis, feels when it's
hard?"

He nodded.

"Ever rub it when it's hard?"

"On the b-b-b-bed. In the morning, some."

I moved even closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Looking into
his eyes, I told him with incredible sincerity, "You're my friend, Jer. I
want to help you with your stammer, and I can teach you a little about
sex. Would you like that?"

No thinking now. He nodded instantly, his eyes still a little wide.

"Great, Jer. Thanks for letting me help," I leaned forward and put my arms
around him, giving him a long, firm embrace, my mouth resting on his neck.

I leaned back. "Ready to get started?"

He nodded. I rose from the couch. Grabbed his hand, and lead him upstairs
to my bedroom.

Once I led him in, I closed the door, and even though we were alone, I
locked it.

"Lay down on the bed on your stomach," I instructed. Hesitating only
slightly, Jer did, and then looked back over his shoulder at me.

I retrieved some lotion from my bathroom and climbed up on the bed, then
sat straddling Jer's cute butt.

"We need to start by getting you to relax," I told him, and began rubbing
lotion into his neck and shoulders.

"Ummmm," said Jer.

"That's the idea, Jer. I want you to just make all the noises you
want. Don't worry about saying anything. Just moan and groan all you want,
OK?"

"Ummmmm"

In fact, Jer began "Ummmm"ing quite a bit.

I rubbed his shoulders and down his arms. He began really relaxing. Then I
began rubbing lotion into his back and began working down toward his waist.

My own cock was pressing its head at my waistband. This was so cool, and
hot. But Jer just seemed to be relaxing. Whenever he started to get quiet,
I reminded him to keep making noises. "If we're gonna help your stutter,
Jer, you've got to keep making noises, whether you say anything or
not. OK?" I was thinking, "Hell, why not. Maybe it could work."

"Uh huh."

Once I reached his waist, I dropped down and began working up his legs,
rubbing lotion onto his hairless, smooth skin. As I reached the tops of his
thighs, I paid particular attention to the insides. I ran my hands up the
legs of his shorts and boxers to rub the bottom of his butt cheeks. I also
worked up between his legs and brushed his balls. He kept moving his hips
to allow me full access. He was moaning a lot now, without my having to
remind him.

"Um, Jer," I said. "I can't finish doing this unless I pull off your
shorts." I didn't wait for an answer but began pulling them down over his
butt. He humped his butt up, and I reached under to pull the waistband down
in front. His cock was hard, and damn big for a kid his age. I pulled the
shorts and boxers off. I also quickly removed mine.

His small, smooth, white butt was more beautiful than ever I imagined in
all those times I mentally undressed him. It had that balance of firmness
with a touch of baby fat characteristic of boys of twelve. His hips still
had a slight curve and his butt was nicely rounded.

I began massaging lotion into his butt as I sat back astride his legs and
let my cock rest in his butt crack. Jer was moving his butt under my hands,
but was getting quiet. "Remember, Jer, keep making noises"

"N-n-nice. Feels nice"

As I massaged his butt, I reached a hand down under my own cock and balls
and between his legs where I cupped and caressed his surprisingly full ball
sack. Jer spread his legs some and groaned pleasantly.

I swatted his butt lightly, "Time to roll over, Jer" and I knelt up to let
him roll over under me. Once he did, I sat down over his legs again, my
cock resting between his legs and the tip of my cock, pressing up under
Jeremy's balls.

His eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his lips. He was a beautiful
youth. His shoulders had already begun to widen and his torso was
developing a pleasant V-shape. From the front, his shape was more that of a
young man. Yet his skin was clear and tan except where he wore his
shorts. There, his skin almost glowed white. There wasn't a body hair on
him, not even a pubic hair.


His cock and balls were already well developed. His cock was long and
thick, rivaling mine in size. It lay flat on his stomach, pointing straight
up his body.

I moved up so that our balls rested together and our cocks lay side by
side. He moaned and wiggled himself against me.

Leaning forward, I began to massage lotion onto his chest, and gently
rubbed lotion on his nipples with my fingers. I was rewarded with a very
long, "Ummmmmmmmmm."

"Say, Jer," I asked as I worked on him. "Have you cum yet?"

Without opening his eyes, his brows knit.

"Oh, I forgot. I probably need to tell you about cum."

His brow cleared and he nodded dreamily as I rubbed lotion onto his ribs.

"When a guy has sex long enough, like if he fucks a girl long enough, he
will have an orgasm. An orgasm is hard to describe, but you'll know when
you have one. Your cock gets real hard and your balls pull up tight and it
feels like your balls are going to come up through your cock. You feel like
you're going to take a huge piss, but from a different place inside. And
when you are old enough, when you have an orgasm, you will squirt spunk or
cum."

I could tell he was listening, but only half listening. He was enjoying my
hands on his upper body and periodically moved in a way to rub our crotches
together.

"Cum," I continued, "is really called semen. It's clear or white and has
your sperm in it. Sperm is what a man puts in a woman to make a baby. Cum
is cool. It's a little slimy and tastes a little salty. It feels good to
rub around."

Jer nodded.

"Make a sound, Jer." I reminded.

"C-c-cum. He said. Haven't done it yet."

"Well, we'll work on that," I reassured him as I slid down further on his
legs. I knelt up and got him to spread his legs while I knelt between them.
I cradled his balls in one hand and took the shaft of his cock in my
other. I began to soothingly massage them.

"Ooooh, t-t-that f-f-feels good," he said, moving his hips in a slow dance
under my hands.

I began to stroke his cock. "This is called jerking off, Jer. You can do it
yourself anytime you want. Well not any time. You need to get someplace
private. But you can make yourself cum, have an orgasm, this way."

"Ummmm," he replied.

I bent and began licking his balls. "Ooooooh. Oooooh!" Jer cooed.

Then I licked up his shaft. He groaned.

Pulling his cock up off his belly, I put my mouth over the head of his cock
and licked the crown. "Oh, wo-wo-wo-wo-wow."

I took him all into my mouth and felt his balls begin to tighten in my
hand. It was too soon; I pulled off, and rubbed his inner thighs lightly.

"Did I or-or-or..."

"Orgasm?"

He nodded.

"Oh no, Jer. You'll know when you do that." I licked his balls again. Then
I licked and tongued down to his perineum. He spread his legs even wider. I
lifted his legs and prepared to lick down into his crack. However, a sudden
wiff of odor made me wonder if he, like many boys, did not always clean
well there.

"You know what you need, Jer," I asked.

"Uh uh," he shook his head.

"A warm, soothing bath. It will help you relax; relax that stammer right
out of you."

"W-w-w-ill we have more s-s-sex?"

"Oh, yeah, Jer. We're not half done. You're going to have an orgasm today
Jer."

His eyes were wide open now and he looked searchingly at me, to see if I
meant what I said.

I took him by the hand and out into the hall. I grabbed a couple of towels
out of the linen closet and went to my Mom's bathroom. She had garden tub
that was big enough to hold two adults. I started the water running, then
stepped close to Jer, our hard cocks sliding sideways off each other.

I looked down into his face. He was only about four inches shorter than
I. "I'm going to show you how to kiss sexy, Jer. Whenever we kiss like
this, you need to keep making noises, OK?"

Reaching down to straighten our cocks between us, I pressed my body fully
to his, and placed my lips on his. Wrapping my arms around him, I opened my
mouth and pushed my tongue into his mouth. As we kissed, and ground our
bodies together, we both moaned and groaned into each other's mouths.

His hands began to tentatively explore my back and dropped to caress my
butt. My hands did the same to him. We stood there kissing and pressing our
bodies together until there were several inches of water in the tub.

We climbed in, both facing the faucet. Jer sat between my legs. I began to
scrub and rub his back. Then I worked my hands around to his front and
beginning with his nipples, I washed him gently, but firmly on down until
my hands were washing his cock and balls. Leaving one hand there, I soaped
up my other hand and reached under Jer from behind. I scrubbed up and down
his crack, applying pressure from front and back at the same time. Jer lay
his head back on me and said, "Niccccccce."

I kissed and mouthed his wet shoulders and neck. He was still very hard. So
was I.

I turned off the water. Rinsing the soap from him, I got Jer up on all
fours, his balls floating on the water's surface. I grabbed some of my
mom's lotion from the vanity beside the tub and rubbed it into Jer's crack
and onto my cock.

I reached under and did my best to lotion his cock for a couple of strokes
without it all washing off. While stroking him, I slowly worked a finger
into his butt hole. There was no problem getting it in, but I must have
brushed his prostrate. He jumped, and then gave out a long, deep groan.

I was well-lubed and decided it was time. I placed my cockhead at Jeremy's
hole and said, "Hey, Jer. We're going to fuck now. I'm going to fuck your
butt." He pushed back against me a little.

I pushed and the head popped in.

"Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit," Jer started saying.

"Hey great, Jer," I said, sliding slowly all the way in, "you aren't
stammering at all!"

His butt was incredibly tight. I knew my cock must be making him a little
uncomfortable. My hand reached under to his cock again, and I began
stroking it gently as I kept my cock still within him. I laid my body down
on his back and said gently, "Just relax, Jer. It will start feeling OK
soon. It will feel good."

He quieted, and then began moaning. As I continued to stroke his own cock,
I began sliding mine in and out. I kissed his back and the back of his
neck. We began moving more freely.

Carefully I pulled us both up on our knees, and then slowly, carefully, we
sat down, Jer still impaled on my cock, and we straightened our legs in
front of us. We stretched out and semi floated. I had one arm around
Jeremy's waist and held him to me as I thrust from my waist in and out of
him. My other stayed on his cock.

As I fucked faster, I stroked faster. We both were moaning loudly.

"Jer?" I asked, "Do you want to see me cum?"

"Yeah."

I pulled out of him and slid to the side. Moving my hand from his cock to
mine, it was just seconds before I was squirting across the tub. I caught
some cum in my hand and had Jeremy feel it. He tested it between his thumb
and finger.

I tasted the cum. He put the tip of his tongue to it. Thought about it,
then licked a little more.

He was still hard, and I was only getting a little soft. The feeling of his
smooth naked body resting against mine was hot. "Now, Jer," I asked, "Are
you ready to fuck me?"

He turned to look at me. "Yeah!"

I got us out of the tub and toweled us both down. I started the tub
draining. I would clean the room later. Jeremy and I went to my room
carrying out towels.

Again I closed and locked the door. Next I retrieved some lube a buddy had
given me from where I had hidden it in my side table drawer. Then I went to
the bed and lay down on my back, put a pillow under my butt, and pulled
Jeremy onto me. I kissed him deeply as our bodies pressed together and
Jeremy began to grind his cock into mine.

I opened the lube and put some on my hand.  I reached down between us to
lube Jeremy's cock. Then I got some more. I spread and raised my legs and
applied the lube to my butt hole.

Next, I reached down and grasped Jeremy's cock and pulled it toward me. I
placed him on target and told him, "Push, slowly."

He did, and it did not hurt. I watched his face as he slid in easily. He
was in ecstasy. "Make some noise, Jer." I said.

"Oh, Emmmmmm. It feels really g-good."

He began to pull back and push in. My hands clasped at his butt to help him
from pulling out too far. Almost under his breath, he started saying
something on each thrust, "Oh, hell."

Then, "Oh, damn."

"Oh, shit"

"Oh, fuck,"

"Oh, oh, damn,"

He was using every cuss word he knew, which wasn't many. He began
repeating. "Hey Jer", I almost whispered, "You aren't stammering."

He looked surprised, then smiled, then continued his curse fucking. Before
long, his speed picked up. He curses became whimpers. His hips were
becoming a blur. Suddenly he stiffened. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!!!!" He let
out a long high wail. I felt his cock throbbing, but no cum.

His cock throbbed for a while, his face all tight, his body stiff. He was
pressed hard into me. Then he began to move again, slowly.

"I think you just had an orgasm, Jer."

"Oh, yeah." He agreed.

But he kept moving. "He's still going," I thought. I was hard now and began
to stroke. With my other hand I pulled him down to me as I bent up. We
kissed, and tongue fought.

His moving in me was giving me intense pleasure. All my body seemed
incredibly sensitive. Even his balls slapping my butt was stimulating me. I
came next, my sphincter spasming around his shaft. He came a second time.

We collapsed in each other's arms. He stayed hard, but I was up to no more,
at least for a while.

He slid out and I pulled him up until his face lay against mine. "Hey, Jer,
I want you to say 'I love to fuck'."

"I love to fuck."

Say, "I love to fuck Emm"

"I love to fuck Emm"

Say, "I love to fuck Michael."

"I love to fuck," there was only the briefest of pauses, "Michael."

"I think, buddy, that we are helping your stammer," I said, slapping his
butt.


The next day, Jer came early for his stammering therapy. He told me that
the night before, he had told his parents that I was helping him with his
stammer, but had been so nervous trying to tell them, that he stammered
more than normal.

We worked on our therapy, quite enthusiastically. By the end of the week,
his parents had actually noticed a difference. Looking back on it now,
maybe it was all in his head, but he really seemed to be improving. We told
our parents that I was just making Jeremy play real hard with me and got
him too tired to stammer. They decided that just having a friend who didn't
care about his stuttering was helping. Whatever was working, they credited
me with making the difference.

One night, halfway through the next week, my Mom called me to the phone. It
was Jeremy's Mom.

"Hi Michael," she greeted me warmly.

"Hi," I answered

She began to thank me again for the wonders I had been doing to help Jeremy
with his stammer. I repeated that Jer and I just ignored his stammer and
that I just tried to keep him relaxed about it.

"Well," she said, "What you are doing is working so well, I told a friend
of mine about it. She has an eight year old son who stammers. Do you think
he could spend time with you and Jeremy too? She'd be grateful if you can
help at all."

"Sure," I answered.


As usual, emails are welcome. Let me know what you think of the story and
if you would like me to continue it. btomandback@hotmail.com