Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 00:43:35 -0500 From: Chad M. Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 1 JUSTIN'S BOYHOOD by Chad Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minors. If you don't like this, don't read it. The characters and events are purely from the imagination of the author, and in no way represent any actual persons or events. Any similarity is purely coincidental. ++++++ Chapter One JUSTIN'S EDUCATION The seventh grade was a year of wonder for me. I learned so many things that year. In school I learned about English, math, science, and geography. But it was the lessons that I learned out of school that would change my life. I had just turned 12 in August, and was looking forward to attending the new junior high. I am a natural blond, and I wore my hair slightly long in a pageboy style at that time. I wore gold wire frame glasses over my green eyes. I had always been on the small side. However, in the previous six months, I had hit a growth spurt, and was standing at just a little over 5 feet. I knew I wouldn't be the tallest kid in my class, but for once I was no longer the shortest. It also seemed that something was growing in my pants. There was a light growth of hair where there was no hair before. The fine down on my legs and arms seemed to be thickening slightly and turning just a bit darker. There were just a few tiny hairs in my armpits, which were almost impossible to see unless the sunlight was behind them. On many occasions, I would lift my arm, cock my head around, and study my emerging fur in my armpits. It was thrilling that these manly things were catching up to me. You see, I had never been much of a "man's boy." I had always been shy and soft-spoken, and not very good at sports. I was well-read for a kid, and at school I was always considered a teacher's pet, or a goody-goody. I was not the kind of kid who made friends with the "popular" boys easily. On the other hand, I was not the type who liked to hang out with girls, either. In my primary years, I thought girls had cooties like all the rest of the boys. Of course, I outgrew the cooties part, but I never did develop much of an interest in playing around with girls. So for the most part I was on my own. I had my studies, which I obediently maintained. And I had my books, which were a pleasant source of escape for me. But I was soon to become acquainted with a new friend, and acquire a totally new and exciting pastime. School itself was fairly easy for me. I did not have to study hard to make passing grades, and by putting forth minimal effort, I could ace any test. I was lucky in that respect, and had a hard time understanding why so many others lagged so far behind. However, it only served to make me even more of a social outcast. "Justin O'Neal, would you come up to the board and work out the problem for all the others?" my math teacher would say. While she was proud of me, but it was yet another nail in my social coffin. The final nail would come the day she asked me to sign my name to the board, so she could show the other classes how I had worked out a particularly difficult "word problem." Not wanting to show off too much, I only signed my initials--J.O. "Jack Off!" some faceless kid from the back row shouted out. Laughter erupted immediately. I must have turned a deep shade of red. My skin burned around my collar, I was so embarrassed. "Quiet!" the teacher commanded. But all was lost. I had a new nickname, which stuck with me for the next several weeks. Every time one of those kids from math would see me in the hall, they would say, "Here comes Jack Off!" Eventually, kids I didn't know even started calling me that. I would take the shortest route between classes, and not stop to talk to anyone, just to avoid hearing that name. Funny thing was, I didn't know what Jack Off meant at the time! Oh, I knew it was something bad, and vaguely sexual, but I had no idea what this "jacking off" thing actually was. Matt Richards was a kid who lived in my neighborhood. I knew him only from the bus stop, and he sat behind me on the bus. He was only in one of my classes, and I certainly wasn't in his circle of friends. Matt was very outgoing, athletic, and very good-looking. He had brown hair, which he parted in the middle, hazel eyes, and the whitest teeth. He had a nice tan, which lasted well into the winter months. He was constantly surrounded by girls, and he was always "going out" with one or more of them at any given time. Matt's assigned bus seat was behind mine. I was lucky enough to get a seat alone, (or no one wanted to sit with me.) Matt's seat partner was a kid named Danny, a plain-looking kid who just exuded "average" from every pore. One afternoon in mid-October, I was already seated on the bus reading Tom Sawyer when Danny and Matt came bounding in the bus. "Hey Jack Off! Got your porno book there?" Danny taunted. I gave him my dirtiest look, which made him laugh harder. Matt laughed too, but not as loud. It seemed Matt would laugh with other guys when they made fun of me, but he never seemed to be the perpetrator himself. As the bus got rolling, I turned so my back was against the side of the bus, and put my feet in the seat. I settled in to read some of my "porn." Actually, I was reading a chapter in which Tom and his friends go skinny-dipping, and I found the whole idea to be strangely exciting. Suddenly I heard something from the seat behind me which stopped me in mid-page. "How do you do it anyway? That jack off stuff?" Danny asked Matt. "You don't know?" said Matt. I continued to stare at the book, but I saw no words printed on the page. All of my attention was turned to the conversation behind me. "Nope! Tell me!" Danny pleaded. "Man you don't know shit, do you? Well first of all, you got to get a boner...you know what that is?" Matt asked. "Yeah, course I do. I'm not stupid!" "Okay, well then you rub it." Matt explained. "Like how?" "You just...I know what, give me your finger. Now hold it out straight, like it's your hard dick." There was a pause. I assumed Danny was holding up his finger, but I was afraid to look. I figured that if they knew I was listening, the lesson would be over. "About the same size of your dick too!" Matt teased. "Fuck you, asshole!" Danny whined. "Just tell me what to do." Matt continued. "Okay, one way to do it is to take it in your fist and go up and down like this.." I imagined Matt holding Danny's index finger in his fist, stroking it up and down. "Does it feel good when you do that?" Danny asked. "It's awesome. But let me show you another way. Okay, first you hold your dick still with your left hand, down at the base. Then, make a circle with your thumb and finger of your right hand, and rub it back and forth. But not too hard or you'll get sore." Matt described the details so perfectly, I could just imagine every move he was making. With my attention so narrowly focused, I tuned out all other sounds on that bus, and could hear the skin-on-skin friction as Matt had his hands on Danny's. Matt continued, "If you concentrate mostly on the head, it feels even better!" "How long do you gotta do it?" "You mean till you cum? It depends. Sometimes it takes me like a minute. Sometimes it takes 15 or 20 minutes. When it gets to feeling really, really good, then you know you're about to cum!" "Awesome!" Danny said in wonderment. Suddenly the bus slowed. It was Danny's stop. "Shit, it's my stop. See ya!" Danny exclaimed. "Let me know how it goes for you!" Matt shouted to Danny as he walked toward the door. The lesson was over, but I still had some unanswered questions. I glanced quickly behind me, and my eyes were suddenly met by Matt's. Had he known I was listening? He flashed me a quick hint of a knowing grin, but I swiftly broke eye contact. I looked back at my book, but suddenly all the words made no sense. All I knew was that I had a legitimate stiffy going in my pants. Matt lived only a block away, so we got off at the same bus stop. I quickly hopped off the bus, and made a beeline for my house without talking to anyone. If Matt was watching me, I didn't know it. When I got to my front door, I was so nervous I could hardly get the key in the lock. I looked around, as if I was afraid someone would know what I was about to do. Both of my parents worked, and wouldn't be home until almost six o'clock. That left me almost two hours of time alone. Normally, I would get a snack, turn on the TV, and try to get a little homework done in this time. But today a far different assignment was waiting for me. It was time to do a little lab work in biology. My OWN biology! I went upstairs to my room and dropped my bookbag in the corner. I closed my door and locked it, even though no one else was home. I took out a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt from a drawer. It was my custom to change out of my school khakis into something more comfortable. But I knew I wouldn't be putting them on right away. Instead, I took off my pants, shirt, shoes and socks, and sat down on the bed. My penis was still half hard, and it made a nice bulge in my white jockeys. I squeezed it through the fabric, and the sensations were quite pleasing. At the same time, I got this sudden feeling that what I was doing was...well, nasty. I had always heard the term "jack-off" used in a derogatory manner, and here I was about to do it! My dick had become quite hard again, and I slipped my underwear down my legs and off. Before going any further, I paused to examine myself. I had a small bush of light brown hair growing above my stalk, each strand about a quarter of an inch in length. The little hairs felt soft and fine, like a baby's hair, and were slightly curly on the ends. My balls were still completely smooth, but had matured enough to hang below my body in their delicate pouch. My penis was slender, about 4 inches long, and slightly pinker than the fair skin that never saw the sunlight. The head was circumcised (although at that time I didn't know what that meant) and was slightly pinker than the shaft. One thick vein was visible on the left side. It was time to begin. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, and moved it back and forth, back and forth. I did this for about two minutes. Again, the results were pleasing but not really dramatic. I decided to try Matt's other technique. Making an OK sign, a slipped my rod through the ring formed by my thumb and index finger, and began to stroke. It took only a few seconds of this for me to discover why jacking off was now my new favorite activity! It started as an "itch" around the head, which felt better as I continued to "scratch" it. As I kept going, the feeling grew even more intense. The glans seemed to flare out, and my penis seemed to stretch out longer than I've ever seen it. My breathing quickened, and my legs began to twitch involuntarily. Suddenly, I stopped. My tensing muscles made sitting on the edge of the bed uncomfortable. I fluffed up my pillows, and lay down on the bed. Looking down, I watched my still-hard penis bob up and down in time with my heartbeat, as if beckoning me to continue. I resumed stroking, and the great feelings soon returned. I closed my eyes, and tilted my head back. My penis seemed to stretch toward the ceiling. Then, some new sensations took over. My dick was tingling in a way I had never experienced. I knew I was on the brink of something, but didn't know what. My eyes opened suddenly when I felt something flowing into my penis, like water rushing toward a dam. I felt vaguely like I had to pee, but the feeling was much more intense, and wonderful. Without any warning, the dam burst, and then a jet of thick, clear liquid shot out. It arced back, landing in a hot little puddle on my belly. My eyelids pulled tightly closed during my first-ever orgasm. Twice more the spunk shot out, then several more "dry heaves" as my orgasm began to spin down. My whole body seemed to go limp, and I was as relaxed as I had ever been. So, now I can really cum, I thought to myself. I knew I had crossed a threshold in my life. I felt more grown up. Carefully, so as not to let anything drip on the floor, I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the cabinet and got out a new box of tissues. After wiping myself off, I brought the box back to the bedroom, where I knew they would be needed later. I was dressed and watching The Simpsons on TV when my mom got home from work. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked. "It was OK, Mom." "Learn anything interesting at school?" She always asked that question. "Just some stuff," I replied. My usual answer. But today it had some private meaning. "That's good, dear. Keep up the good work." I smiled to myself. This was one type of work that I would definitely be "keeping up." Thanks for the lesson, Matt. If only there was a way to pay you back... TO BE CONTINUED ======================================= I hoped you liked this little story. If you would like to send a comment or suggestion, please drop me a line at chadtales@hotmail.com.