Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2010 14:21:53 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: "Just Like Scott" (Bb 1st)

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Just Like Scott

My brother, Scott, is gone to summer camp. I am 11 1/2 and Scott just
turned 15. If you look at a picture of Scott in 6th grade, he looks just
like me. Everybody tells me that. It gets annoying being compared to him
all the time. My parents do it and so did all my grade school
teachers. Mostly, they tell me what Scott did better than me. We both have
dark brown hair and brown eyes. We have thick hair and it's really shiny
with a little bit of a natural wave to it. We both wear it just a little
bit long over our ears.

We have really thin lips but a wide smile. We both get dimples when we
smile and girls like that, I guess. I think that because at recess one day
a group of girls came over and this girl named Chrissy asked me to
smile. When I finally did, they made annoying oooh and ahhh sounds and ran
off laughing.

My friend, Tommy, told me that he heard them talking about my big dimples
and that was why they did it. The only thing that I sorta don't like about
how we look is that our ears stick out a little.

Scott and I are the only kids in our family so we get to have our own
rooms. When I was little, he would let me come sleep with him if I got
scared, though. Actually, I get scared kind of easy and I shared his bed
with him just before he left for camp. He is a junior counselor and will be
gone six whole weeks. I already miss him and it's only been a week. When I
get scared and climb in his bed, I like to be close to him and he lets
me. Sometimes, I can feel his wiener against my bum when he snuggles
against me.  It feels weird but kind of exciting too. Sometimes it even
gets real hard and sticks up when we are laying against each other. Mine
gets like that too now sometimes. Tommy said its called a boner. We both
think that's a pretty funny name for it. Last month, I went into his room
during a thunder storm and I guess I surprised him because he jumped and
hurried and pulled his blanket up. He told me I could stay but first I had
to go to the bathroom and get him some "t-p" to blow his nose with. Then,
when I brought it, he sent me for some more. It was annoying. Anyway, when
I finally crawled in and pushed up against him, I felt his wiener pressing
into my butt and it was big and hard for a while. Later that night, I felt
him rubbing my belly with his hand and it felt really good and then he
slipped his hand under the elastic in my boxers and just held it there for
a while. After a few minutes, his hand started rubbing me again and went
down lower and he felt my wiener with his fingers and started pressing his
wiener against my butt. Suddenly, he pulled away and rolled over and said a
bad word, "Shit." Mom hates when he says that word. Somehow, I just didn't
feel like I should talk to him about it, so I didn't.

He never brought it up to me either. I really liked how it felt for him to
touch me there though. I kinda wonder what happened that made him upset at
the end.

He is a pretty good big brother and he includes me when he is with his
friends sometimes. Once in a while, he will tell me to go away, but most of
the time, I get to join in. When they have sleepovers at our house, I
usually get included. I try not to be annoying, but sometimes I still am I
guess. Scott tells me to knock it off and I try to. I don't want to lose
the privilege of being part of his group.  Sometimes, mom makes him take me
with him even when he doesn't want to if she has something to do and I
can't stay home alone. When that happens, he kinda treats me like crap
because he had to take me.

I realized something was up when I came out for breakfast on Saturday. Mom
had that "I need to talk to you" look. I couldn't tell if it was the
"you're in trouble, mister" look or the "I have a two page list of chores"
look. Either way, I expected something bad was coming.

"Sit down." She said, "I have something to talk to you about."

"What's up?" I asked with no small amount of worry in my voice.

"Well," she started, "you know that Scott is gone to camp for the summer."

"Yeah, so?" I asked. I couldn't see why that would make me be in trouble
and I had already been given all his chores to do while he was gone. My mom
had said since it was summer, I would have "plenty" of free time to do them
in.

"Your father is being asked to go on a sales trip to Atlanta where grandma
lives and I can go with him but they won't pay for your trip and we can't
afford to pay it."

My grandma is old and sick and lives in one of those old people homes. It
smells bad. I've only been there once but I don't want to go back. She
doesn't even know who I am anyway.

"I wouldn't normally even think of leaving you if it wasn't for the chance
to see grandma." Mom continued. "So, we have come up with a solution."

"What?" I asked nervously. I was afraid I was going to get shipped off to
Aunt Jewell's. She is this evil old lady with no kids and six cats. I'll
die if I have to go there for a whole week, I thought. Besides that, I am
allergic to cats and my throat swells shut and my eyes get red and itchy
when we go visit her.

"Well, Scott's friend, Mike has agreed to come and be your babysitter for
the week. His parents will check in on you guys every day." Mom explained.

"MOM!" I protested. "I am NOT a baby! I don't need a BABY sitter!"

Mom rolled her eyes and smiled a bit and said, "Okay, bad choice of
words. He will be your 'in charge' person for the week."

"Why can't I go stay at Tommy's house?" I asked.

Tommy is my best friend and I have sleepovers there sometimes and he has an
awesome house with a pool in the backyard.

"Because it wouldn't be right to impose on them for a whole week and we
have already arranged it with Mike and his parents so eat your breakfast
and go get your chores done."

It was her "discussion over" tone of voice so I didn't bother arguing. The
rest of the weekend was spent getting endless instructions on what I was
allowed to do and even more of what I was NOT allowed to do. Their bedroom
was off limits to Mike and me. We could walk to the corner store and the
park but nowhere else. I could choose two new video games to play while
they were gone but only after all my daily chores were done, blah, blah,
blah. I nodded agreement to most of it but only really paid attention to
about half of what she and dad told me.

Mike showed up about 9:00 pm on Sunday and moved into Scott's room. Mom and
dad had to leave about 5:00 am on Monday to make their plane so Mike came
the night before with his parents. They live about a mile away in a small
apartment so it didn't make sense for me to go stay there. Besides, mom and
dad wanted all the chores done at our house while they were gone. There was
about an hour of instructions while we all ate a cherry pie that mom had
made. Then Mike's parents gave him some more instructions and his mom had
that "I'm so proud of you" look in her eyes as she hugged him
goodbye. Mike's dad had more of an "I hope this is a good idea" look in his
eyes as they gripped shoulders on the doorstep.  Mom went over the list for
the third time with both of us and then hugged me longer than was
comfortable, especially in front of Mike.

Mom and dad went to bed and Mike and I went to the TV room to watch Fantasy
Factory, one of my and Scott's favorite shows. When it was over, Mike
suggested we better get to bed and assured me that I shouldn't worry about
things, because it would be cool hanging out together for the week.

"Cool" I said without conviction and headed for the bathroom.

I kept expecting Mike to come in to pee and brush his teeth but he never
did. When I was leaving the bathroom, he was just standing in the hall.

"What you doing?" I asked.

"Waiting my turn." He said, looking confused by my question.

"We don't take turns." I said. "Scott and I share the bathroom all the
time."

"Oh. Okay. Cool." Mike said. Then he added, "Well, good night."

I finally fell asleep after lying awake past midnight worrying about mom
and dad being gone a whole week. What if I got scared by something in the
night?

Mike was a pretty good guy and I got along with him good. In fact, I think
I liked him best out of all Scott's friends. He was probably Scott's best
friend and except for picking on me a little if Scott started in, he never
really treated me badly. He was taller than Scott and I think a little bit
older. He was blond and had a really nice smile and blue eyes that
sparkled, especially if he was telling a funny story. He could be pretty
funny sometimes. He was on the swim team and so he had an amazing body with
his shirt off. You could see the ridges in his stomach. It was awesome. I
decided I wanted to do swim in high school too, so I could get in shape
like that. I was definitely not going to be in the band. Scott quit the
band after only one week and said they were freaks. Mom said I had to keep
taking lessons until I got to High School but then it would be my
decision. At least Scott got to play a cool instrument like the trumpet.

"Hey, you alive?" a voice asked.

"What?" I mumbled.

"It's like ten already. You normally sleep all day?" Mike asked.

"Umm, no." I said squinting at him out of one eye.

"Well if you want to get up, I'll help with the chores and then we can head
over to the park." He offered.

"Mom said you don't have to help with my chores, remember?" I said closing
my eye and pulling the sheet over me.

"I know." He said, "But I don't mind. Besides I hooked us up to go see a
movie this afternoon if we can get everything done."

"Want me to fix you a bowl of cereal?" He asked.

"No. I can do it myself." I said, a little more rudely than I really
intended to.

"Okay. Whatever. Just offering." He said a bit hurt. I could tell he was
trying hard to do a good job.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean sounding." I said. "Just, I don't need a
babysitter, you know."

A look of total understanding spread across his face. "Babysitter?" he
said. "I'm not a babysitter. I am just a friend staying over for a week."
He smiled his giant smile and his blue eyes did that sparkle thing.

"Okay. Cool." I said. "I'll get up and we can start on the lawn I guess."

I got up and stretched. My clothes were on the floor where I had dropped
them the night before. I sleep in my boxers in the summer because it's so
hot and we never turn the AC on at night. Besides, that's what Scott does,
so I do it too. When I finished stretching I opened my eyes and saw Mike
had moved to the doorway and was leaning against the doorjamb staring at
me.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh" he said shaking his head as if to come out of a trance. "It's just
kind of weird seeing you in your boxers. It's like going back in time. It's
freakin weird how much you look like Scott when we were your age. You both
have those giant brown nips and your ribs stick out a lot."

I wrinkled up my face in confusion. "What are nips?"

"That's what we call them. Your nipples."

I shrugged.

"These." He said, pulling up his shirt and tweaking one of his titties.

"OH." I felt my face turn red. I felt young and foolish.

"Don't sweat it, we didn't know shit at your age either." He continued, "It
is really weird how much alike you guys look, though. I wonder if your
package looks the same as his?" He said more to himself than to me and
stepped back out into the hall to let me out.

I ignored the last comment but wondered to myself what he meant by a
package as I went to the bathroom at the end of the hall and peed. Then, I
went to the kitchen and poured a bowl of Frosted Flakes and ate a
banana. Mike joined me for the banana but skipped the cereal since he had
already eaten three bowlfuls earlier. He was staring at me again.

"What?" I asked.

"Umm." It's just weird seeing how you eat that banana.

"Why?" I asked a little annoyed. "Do I do it just like Scott?"

Mike busted out laughing. "No!" he finally got out.

"Does that annoy the shit out of you, being compared to him all the time or
something?" Mike asked chuckling.

"Yes." I said firmly.

"I bet." He said thoughtfully. "It would me too, I guess."

"Actually, I just thought it was weird how you slide the banana in and out
of your mouth like that before you bite into it. Why do you do that?" Mike
asked.

"I hate those little stringy things on the side of the banana so I rub them
off first with my teeth in case I missed picking them off after I peel it."
I explained.

"Oh, okay." Mike said grinning. "It just looked kind of ... well, never
mind."

"Kind of what?" I asked.

"No, really, never mind." Mike said turning a little red.

Now my curiosity was completely aroused and I refused to let it drop until
he told me what he was thinking.

"Okay," he finally said, "it just looked like you were blowing it."

He turned totally red now and looked totally uncomfortable. I could tell he
had told me something he thought was embarrassing and really expected I
would know what he meant and possibly would be mad, but I had absolutely no
idea what he was talking about.

"Like blowing my clarinet your mean." I asked innocently.

Mike exploded with laughter spraying banana chunks all over the table. Now,
I was embarrassed and mad. It was like he was making fun of me. I was
scowling and looking away.

I guess he saw how mad I was and stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, dude," He
apologized, "It's just that was way funny."

"Why?" I said sternly.

"Oh shit, I am going to have to explain this to you, aren't I?" he said,
then added "Another fine mess you've gotten us into Ollie." He said that a
lot and I never had any idea what he meant by it or who Ollie was supposed
to be but I never asked about it.

"Well, umm..." he stammered. "How much do you know about sex stuff?"

I felt my face get hot and was sure it must be as red as his was earlier. I
started to regret asking for an explanation.

"A little." I lied.

Truth was that I knew almost nothing about it. It was never talked about in
our house and Tommy and I had talked a little about girls but not a lot. We
had a "family life" discussion with the other 6th grade boys while the
girls went to see some movie just for them but the talk wasn't very
useful. The teacher who talked to us was really nervous and really
confusing because he kept using all these big words.

"Okay, well... I guess you don't know what a blowjob is then, right?" Mike
asked. He was bright red now.

"Umm, no." I answered honestly.

"Well, it's probably better if you wait and let Scott explain this to you."
He finally said sounding like he had hit upon a way out.

"NO! C'mon, tell me." I demanded.

"Wow, okay, but you can't let anybody know I told you this stuff." He said
staring right at me.

"I won't." I agreed.

"Okay well you know how I thought it was weird how you ate your banana,
right." He started.

"Yeah."

"Well, it looked like you were giving a blowjob to the banana, like if it
was really a dick and not a banana." Mike sort of blurted out.

"Huh?" I said with an expression that made it clear the explanation was
insufficient.

"Look." He said taking his leftover banana in his left hand. He peeled it
all the way and held it up. Then, as an afterthought, he smiled slyly and
took his knife and started carving on the banana. When he was done, he had
made the top end look just like my wiener when it sticks up in a boner. He
held it down between his legs and asked, "you get what this is suppose to
look like, right?"

"Yeah, sure, a boner." I replied, a little proud that I actually knew
something.

"Okay, well, if a guy gets a boner like this and then someone sucks on it
like this." He made the motion of sucking the banana in and out of his
mouth, "it's called a blowjob or blowing someone." So it was just funny to
see you doing that to the banana even though you didn't really know what
you were doing. Get it?"

"I guess so." I said. Sort of amazed at what Mike had just shown me. My
mind was going a million miles a minute thinking tons of thoughts about
what he just said.

"But," I finally asked after a long, serious pause, "why do you call it
blowing if it's really sucking?"

Mike chuckled, "good question. I wondered that too." He said. Then added,
"Let's go get started on the lawns so we can make the movie."

"Hey, Mike?" I said "Yeah." He answered.

"Thanks for telling me and not just blowing me off...uhhh" I started to
laugh as I realized what I just said and he busted up laughing so hard he
almost couldn't breathe.

Finally, when we calmed down, I said, "I mean thanks for telling me about
that stuff. It's embarrassing to not know about sex stuff and sometimes I
get teased when I don't understand a joke or something at school."

"Hey, no problem." Mike said wiping tears from his eyes. "How could you
know if no one ever tells you."

We worked hard outside together. I mowed the front lawn and he edged the
back then we switched and he mowed the back while I edged the front
lawn. The last thing we had to do was weed the garden. I showed him the
long sticks we used with prongs at the end to dig out the roots. At first,
he was just pulling them off at the surface and mom hates that. She wants
the roots out. When I looked up, I couldn't believe what I saw.

"Mike! Stop!" I yelled.

"What?" he said, shocked by my tone.

"You're pulling up all the radishes." I said.

"These?" he said, holding one up.

"Yeah, that's not a weed it's a radish and mom will kill me when she sees
this." I said, sorta panicked already at the thought.

"Oh, crap, it looks like a weed." He said apologetically.

"We better try to replant them." I suggested. He agreed wholeheartedly.

We spent a half hour more digging holes and carefully replanting each
radish plant that could be saved.

"I hope they grow back." I said.

"I am really sorry." Mike said. I just didn't know what they were.

"Hey, no problem." I said smiling. "How could you know if no one ever told
you."

He smiled back and grabbed me around the shoulder and hugged me to his
side. It felt good. Then he said, "I guess we are even now. I taught you
about blowjobs and you taught me that radishes are not weeds."

"Yeah," I said. "That's pretty cool."

"Let's make a deal," he said, "you can ask me anything you want and I will
tell you the truth about it, and I can ask you anything and I won't feel
stupid if I ask a dumb question and you have to tell me the truth too."

"Deal!" I said. We hooked pinkies with one hand and bumped knuckles with
the other as a sign of sealing our promise.

"Crap." He said. "We don't really have time to both get showered and
dressed for the movie."

"One of us can just use mom and dad's shower." I suggested.

"NO!" he exclaimed adamantly. "They made it clear we were not to go in
their room and I'm not going to break that rule."

"They won't know if you clean it up good." I said.

"No, I don't feel good about it."

"Okay, well then we will have to share mine." I said, stating what I
thought to be the obvious.

Mike looked at me in shock.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Share." I said plainly, "and we better hurry up."

I took off for the house and he followed without saying anything.  I kicked
off my shoes, pulled off my socks and shirt and slid out of my shorts at
the back door. "Undress here so you don't get mud in the house. Mom hates
it when I do." I told Mike.

I went in and grabbed clean boxers and went to the bathroom and started the
water so it could warm up a bit. Even though it was hot outside, I don't
like totally cold showers. I turned around and saw Mike standing just
outside the door holding a pair of blue plaid boxers and looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think this is such a good idea." He said.

"Going to the movies?" I asked. I was thinking we weren't supposed to go
past the park or the corner store.

"No, not that." He said. "Showering together."

"Why?" I asked, having no idea what would be wrong with it.

"Well, because I'm older and all."

"So." I said, still confused.

"Well, it might be, you know, misunderstood if someone found out."

"How?" I still didn't get it.

"Well, just because I'm older and suppose to be like in charge, you know."
He said.

"Yeah, so?" I said innocently. "Me and Scott shower together if we are in a
hurry sometimes and I shower around older guys even as old as my dad at the
pool and the rec center." I said, "What's the big deal?"

He lightened up a bit and said, "well, yeah, I guess that's true." "But,"
he continued, "I promise I won't look at your package, okay."

"Umm, okay." I said. "By the way, what's a package?"

Mike chuckled. "Lesson number two, I guess." He said, "It's your dick and
balls. People call it a package."

"Oh." I said smiling and nodding. "I get it."

With that I turned, dropped my boxers and climbed into the tub. "I'll get
wet first and then step back in the tub to soap up and then you get in and
get wet then we trade places so I can rinse off while you soap up. That's
how Scott and I do it."

"Okay." He said.

"Okay, you can get in now." I told him as I stepped back to the rear of the
tub.

Mike slipped his boxers off but I couldn't really see his package because
the glass on the shower doors is frosted. He slid the front door back and
stepped in with his back to me. I was amazed by his broad shoulders and
narrow waist. He had strong, round, firm butt cheeks that were super white
where the swimming speedo covered him as compared to the rest of his
bronzed body. He had long, slender legs with strong muscles in his thighs
and calves. I thought how I was for absolutely sure taking swim in high
school, so I could look like that someday.

"Wanna switch now?" I asked.

"Okay," he said.

He turned toward the wall and pressed up against it and inched backward as
I slid past him on the door side. My wiener brushed against his legs and
his butt cheeks rubbed across my belly as we traded places.

I started rinsing and washed my hair quickly. Out of habit, I turned facing
him with my head tilted back as I let the water jets rinse the soap from my
hair. I leaned back a bit more and let the water rinse the shampoo out of
my eyes and face and then opened my eyes as I pushed the excess water from
my hair with both hands. I saw Mike rubbing soap on his broad chest and
staring at "my package."

"You broke your rule." I said laughing. "You looked at my package."

Then I looked at his package. "WOW!" I said out loud. "You got a gargantuan
package."

Mike laughed, covered up with his hands and spun around. "Hey, you're not
supposed to be looking at that."

"Only fair." I said. "You looked at mine first."

"Okay, I did." Mike said as he rubbed soap between his crack and over his
round, butt globes. "I just had to see if... Oh, never mind."

"What?" I demanded. "You have to tell me the truth, remember."

"Oh, yeah, well just don't get mad at me, then. I just wanted to see if
your package looked the same as Scott's when he was your age."

"You saw his?" I asked.

"Umm, yeah." Mike said, "you know, umm, at the pool and stuff."

"Oh. Well, does it?" I asked a bit curious myself now.

"Actually, yes. It's kinda freaky; like going back in a time machine."

"That's cool." I said, "so, do you think mine will look like Scott's when I
get your age?"

"Yeah, probably." He said.

"We better get going." I said, stepping out onto the rug and grabbing a
towel to dry off.

Mike moved forward and closed the door and rinsed but didn't shampoo. He
turned the water off and stepped out of the shower just as I was putting my
towel on the rack. I wasn't sure if I should turn around since he said he
didn't want to look at my package but I figured he had already looked so it
didn't matter. I watched as he stepped over the tub wall onto the rug and
his long, thick wiener and gian, dangling balls were pushed to one side and
then the other by his strong thighs. He made no attempt to hide or turn
away and seemed a little pleased at my stares. He took the dry towel and
began drying his hair and I continued to stare as his wiener and balls
jiggled around from the motion. I wondered what it must look like when it
got all hard. "I bet it gets really big," I thought.

Suddenly, I realized mine had grown and it was standing straight up. I
looked down at my 3 inch hairless boner pointing directly at me and quickly
grabbed my boxers and began to put them on. I was too late and Mike
finished drying his hair, moved his towel from his face and saw me.

"Popped a boner, eh?" he said, mimicking a Canadian accent and smiling.

"Shutup." I said, laughing nervously and spun away with one foot in my
boxers and I slipped and fell.

My other foot flew up and smacked hard on the corner of the cabinet. "OW!"
I yelled.

"Dude, you okay?" he asked.

"No, it hurts bad." I said with tears flowing.

"Let me see." He said, kneeling down and taking my foot in his hands.

"Man, you hit it hard, dude. It's already swelling."

"Ouch, don't touch it there." I said, jerking away from his grip.

"Sorry." He said sincerely.

"Can I help you get up and get to your bed?" he asked.

"I guess." I said.

He pulled the boxers off my one foot and stood over me and put his hands
under my armpits and lifted as I got my good foot under me and pushed
upward with it.

As I came up, I rubbed my chest against his giant package. It felt so soft
and was exciting in a way. Then he reached down and put one arm under my
knees and the other behind my back and picked me up and carried me against
his chest to my bed and laid me on it. Just then the door bell rang.

"Crap." Mike exclaimed. "That must be Nick coming to take us to the
movies. Can you go still?"

"Maybe." I said and swung my legs over and tried to stand. Pain shot
through my ankle when I put any weight on it and I squealed. "No, I don't
think so." I finally said, sliding back onto my bed.

"Okay." Mike said. "I'll go tell Nick."

"Umm, you might wanna get dressed first." I said laughing.

Looking down, Mike smiled and said "You think."

I heard a muffled conversation, a grunt or two and then the door closing.

"He was kinda pissed that he drove all the way over here and we didn't go."
Mike said as he walked back into my room. "But he'll get over it."

"Sorry." I said. "It's my fault. I just got embarrassed about getting a
boner in front of you."

"It's not your fault. Accidents happen. And you don't have to be
embarrassed about getting a boner. I get them all the time and so does
Scott. Trust me. I just hope your foot gets better quick, so I don't end up
doing all your chores."

We laughed at that.

"So, what you want to do instead?" Mike asked. "Should I bring a TV in here
and we can watch a dvd or something?"

"No." I said. I was still laying there on my bed completely naked. Mike was
sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. He had quickly pulled on a pair
of gym shorts and nothing else to answer the door.

"Mike." I said, then paused, uncertain.

"What?"

"Can I ask you something like you said and you will tell me?"

"Sure. What?" he said looking into my eyes.

"Well, I been wondering ever since this morning, why would a guy want to
have somebody do a blowjob on their wiener? Like, what's the point? It
seems kinda gross."

Mike just stared at me for a minute trying to figure out how to
answer. "Well," he began slowly.

"Because it feels really, really good."

"It does?"

"Yeah, REALLY good." He emphasized.

"How do you know?" I asked innocently.

He looked blankly at me, kind of like he was trapped. He didn't answer for
a while. "Truth?" he asked.

"Yes." I said. "You promised to tell the truth, remember."

"I know because I have had it done to mine before and it felt really,
really good." He finally said.

"Wow! Really?" I said. Suddenly, I got a mental picture of someone blowing
or sucking on my wiener and it was very exciting to me. I could feel my
wiener springing back up into a boner but I didn't try to hide it this
time.

"Who did it to you?" I asked at last.

Mike smiled and studied me for a minute and then said, "wow, another fine
mess you've gotten us into Ollie."

I just wrinkled my brow and looked at him.

"Okay, truth is Scott and I have tried it together a few times." Mike
blurted out.

"Really?" I asked. All sorts of mental images began flashing through my 11
year old brain.

"I know what I want to do instead of the movies." I said.

"What's that." He asked.

"I want you to show me how a blowjob feels like you and Scott did."

"Whoa, hold on!" he said. "That's not a good idea."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because, I could get in real trouble."

"Why? If you and Scott did it then why can't you do it with me?"

"Because Scott and I are the same age and friends and I am suppose to be
tending you." He said.

"I thought you were just a friend staying over for a week." I said
sarcastically. "I hate being treated like a baby all the time. I hate being
not as good as Scott all the time. You just don't want to show me because I
am not as good as Scott, huh?"

"No. It's just..."

"Just what?" I demanded.

"I don't know, it's just not a good idea." He stated.

"Then I'm telling your mom when she comes to check on us tonight that I
hurt my foot when I was in the shower with you and I was trying to get away
so you wouldn't see my boner." I said.

"Hey, it was your idea to shower together, remember?"

"So." I said, looking away.

"Dude, you can't do that. I will get in big trouble and I won't be able to
hang out here with you anymore." He said.

"So." I said not looking at him, "what do I care. You're not a friend to me
anyway, just to Scott. If you liked me as a friend you would show me it the
same way you showed Scott about it."

"How do you know I showed him? What if he showed me?" Mike asked.

I looked over at him. "Please." I pleaded.

"Oh, Alright." He said. "But you can't tell anybody I showed you, not even
Scott, Okay?"

"Okay, I promise!" I said holding up my pinkie.

"Damn, do you get your way with Scott for everything you want, too?" Mike
said hooking my pinkie finger with his and bumping knuckles with the other
hand.

"Maybe." I said smiling. "Okay, so what do I do?" I asked breathlessly and
with great anticipation.

"Slide up and spread your legs apart." Mike said, standing. I could see his
gym shorts were pushed way out in front. He hooked his thumbs in the
waistband and pulled them down and when he stood up, I sucked in a gasping
breath of air.

"Wow, you got a gigantic boner." I exclaimed.

Mike looked at it and smiled. It curved upward and to the left, emerging
from a grove of thick curly light brown hairs. On top of the massive thick
tube was a mushroom shaped head that was purplish red. The whole thing was
bouncing slowly in rhythm like my band leader's batton in 2/4 time. His
balls hung low and were fully exposed to my view with his wiener standing
up. I was getting a full view of them dangling low in their long, fleshy
sack. They looked soft and inviting. I wanted to reach out and touch them.

"Yeah, it's pretty big for my age." He said, then added, "your package is
pretty nice for a kid your age too."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really" he confirmed as he started to climb up on the bed and between my
legs.

"Do you even masturbate yet?" he asked.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You know, jack off." He said.

"I don't know what that means." I answered.

"So you never even got the good feeling before?" he inquired, peering at me
over my boner.

I shrugged.

"Wow, what a way to start." He said. "You are gonna love this."

"What do I do?"

"Just lay there and let me do all the work. Just relax and enjoy the
feelings you get from it and don't try to stop me until it's all over. I'll
know when to stop." He explained.

I pulled a pillow under my head so I could watch. He reached up and pulled
my boner off my tummy and licked the underside of it nice and slow. I
gasped. He smiled and winked and did it again. The feeling was
indescribable. I twitched each time he did it. The soft warm tongue sent
tingles into my throbbing wiener. Then, he sucked my balls into his mouth
and started to swirl them with his tongue and while he did that he began
pulling the loose skin on my wiener up and down. I was breathing in short
gasps. I felt a little dizzy. Then, he lifted my wiener out straight and
sucked it into his mouth and began sliding up and down it like he had
demonstrated on the banana boner. My eyesight went blurry and I had to
think to breathe. Instinctively, I put my hands on the back of his head and
started pushing my hips up to match his rhythm. He slid downward and tilted
his head up to peer at me and smiled. I smiled back but could not speak. He
returned to his original postion and resumed his rhythm. He started
speeding it up faster and faster. Waves of tingles and shudders began
shooting through my body, starting in my balls and spreading to the top of
my head and the ends of my toes. He started bouncing the bed from grinding
his own hips up and down. I could feel his strong shoulder muscles rubbing
against my thighs as he bounced. Suddenly, I got a huge urge to push upward
into his face and when I did, a massive wave of pleasure crashed over me
and I rolled my head back into my pillow and went stiff everywhere.  Then
it was over and I collapsed back onto the bed. Suddenly, without warning a
second wave hit me. He made a loud groan and pushed hard into the bed. Then
he relaxed and then suddenly pushed hard a second time into the bed and
groaned again. He slowed down and after a few more suctions on my little
tube, he let it slip out of his lips and plop back against my tummy.

He laid his head on the side of my groin and reached up and softly stroked
my belly and chest. He stopped and flicked my nips with his fingers
sometimes as he rubbed my chest.

"mmm, sweet" he moaned.

"What is." I asked softly, still trying to get my breath back.

"Boy juice." He said. "I had forgotten how sweet it is."

I wondered at this but didn't ask. I was thinking again about the giant
wave that had just crashed through me and how incredibly good it felt.

After a minute, he looked up at me and asked, "so, how do you like
blowjobs?"

"Freakin Awesome!!!" I said, using a word mom didn't approve of but I
didn't even care.

He flashed a giant smile. "I'm glad now I showed it to you. But remember
your promise, okay?"

"I will." I said. "Thanks, Mike."

"Welcome." He said, and laid his head back on my groin and resumed rubbing
my belly.

"So I guess it's your turn." I said. But somehow I wasn't as excited about
doing that part now and I think it showed in my voice.

"You don't have to." He said. "I already blew my wad right after you
cummed."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

He explained and to make it clear to me, sat up and showed me the residue
cum on his now soft wiener. I was glad he didn't care if I did it back to
him. I was a little afraid of doing it now and not so much in the mood to
try it.

"Feel it." He said taking my hand and pulling me up to face him on the
bed. He was kneeling in front of me and was still between my legs.

I reached out and rubbed lightly with my finger across his soft, thick
wiener. It was slippery and smelled strange but not a bad strange, more
intriguing. I recognized the smell. It smelled like Scott's room did
sometimes. Like it did the night I had surprised him and he jumped under
the covers. I smiled as realizations slowly came to me.

"Hey, Mike?" I asked.

"What?" he responded as I began rubbing his cum covered wiener with two
fingers and my thumb.

"How old were you when you and Scott did the blowjob together?" I asked.

He smiled a giant smile, his eyes sparkling crystal blue like never before,
and said, "Your age the first time. It was the summer before 7th grade. "

"Wow. I said. I really am, "Just Like Scott."