Date: Sat, 05 Aug 2006 17:53:11 -0500 From: Rick F Subject: little off the tip I figured it was time to relate a little story from my past. Its just a little snip with the beginning and end being years apart. Let me know what you think, rockhound00@hotmail.com Back in junior high, 7th grade to be specific, one of my best friends was a kid named Billy. He would have to wait until the 8th grade to hit puberty. I on the other hand hit it the summer before. I showed up for school taller, broader, talking with a deeper voice (yet still squeaking every once in a while), and hairier. Its that hairier part that got us in trouble. Billy and I and a few of our friends had played around over the years. It was nothing very serious or all that exciting. Usually a little show or a little grab. We went as far as some "sword" fighting during a sleepover. It was five 5th graders taking turns battling for supremacy of dicks. It seems like buttholes held as much attraction for awhile more than dick and balls. Someday, I might even tell about the marbles and buttholes, and Six Flags. Most of the playing around with the whole group of us slowed down once we got to junior high. Billy was about the only one I would do anything with. It was mostly because Billy would really push it and try to get me to do things. I rarely did, or at least rarely went all the way with his plans. Billy would do anything to get me naked. He drenched me with water balloons, we went to the club pool a lot, getting me to try on clothes, or some schemes that never made any sense. Even though I knew what his intentions were, I would usually comply. I knew that Billy wanted to go a lot farther, actually get into some sexual play. I was tempted but resisted or declined. Billy never really gave up, at least not until he screwed up with me. Like I said, I was hairier. I had a nice bush of pubic hair. At the beginning of school, about a third of the boys on the football team had pubes. There were several boys that were small enough that a jock strap was really wasted on them. By spring, track season, at least half the boys had some pubes. I was pleased with my growth, one of the reasons it was easy for me to give in to Billy's scams. It wasn't just the pubes, my dick was probably the biggest of any kid on the football or track teams. Not that I would grow to be a monster dick, its just that I had a good head start on most of the boys. On Billy, if you looked real hard and close, you could find a few wispy little pubes. His dick and balls looked pretty much as they had all through elementary school. Maybe his balls has grown a little bit but his dick looked so much small since he had grown a little. As much as Billy tried to get me naked so he could have a look, he was never shy or slow about getting naked himself. I got to see his group of pink little genitals very frequently. It was on a day that Billy said he discovered how sperm worked. He wanted to show me how it got out of my balls, through my body and then out my dick. I knew all about how it got out of my dick. All it took was a vacation trip to my cousin's out in California to learn about jacking off. I began to practice before we left my cousin's and I had perfected the technique by the time we made it home. I was more than happy to keep practicing though, at least once a day. I had my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, not quite completely boned up but enough that my dick was sticking out from my body. Billy stood there, trying to make up some story about sperm, and getting closer to me. I was thinking whether I should let him grab my dick and start jacking me or just back off, get dressed and find something else to do. When Billy got close enough, he pulled a pair of scissors from behind him. I saw a pair of scissors, big enough to snap off huge branches from the trees. They had extremely sharp pointing tips. They could open and close faster than my eye could perceive. Or at least they looked that way to me. Before I knew it, Billy reached out and headed for my dick. I flinched. Billy swears he just wanted to snip my pubes. He planned to take a big chunk of hair off of my dick. Instead, he clipped the tip of my dick. The scissors bit into my dick at the ridge of my head, just to the right of top center. The scissors were fast and they made a clean cut. I looked down and I could see where the flesh was, it hadn't even started to bleed yet. The pain of the cut had not even registered in my head. I just saw a divot missing in my dick. It was about a ¼ inch long, maybe an eighth inch wide. I could react. My mouth was open wide. I was expecting to scream at any second. I couldn't make a sound though. I couldn't even move. Billy was scared to death and apologizing fast and furiously. Then my dick realized it had been injured and started pouring out blood. In my mind, I knew I was going to bleed to death, all through my dick. I was finally able to move and I clamped down on the cut. I finally felt pain, the burning from my thumb pressing into the cut. I yelled at Billy to get me something. He ran into the bathroom, came back with some towels and a handful of toilet paper. He dropped that off in front of me and then ran out of the room again. I used a towel to wipe off the blood and try to get a look but the blood kept coming. I made a pad out of the toilet paper and pressed it on the cut. As long as I held the pad tight on my dick, I really wasn't bleeding. Billy came back with a roll of scotch tape and a roll of packing strapping tape. Billy finally got to touch my dick. I'm sure he hadn't planned it that way. He held and maneuvered my dick as he wrapped each tape around my dick. I couldn't do much to stop him, and I really couldn't do much to take care of myself. It took most of the night to get me convinced that I wasn't going to die and that I could get up and go home. That next day, Billy and I snuck into the locker room and the training room during home period. There we made a proper bandage using gauze and white athletic tape. Still Billy handled my balls a little more that necessary. The bandage we made looked more like a cast than a simple bandage. Billy promised me that I didn't kill him that he would suck my dick for free as soon as it healed. Over the next weeks, I bled into 4 pairs of underwear. I made Billy replace those, with his. There was no way to explain it to my parents, so I couldn't tell them why my underwear was so bloody. The sheets are my bed were a little easier. Most of the bandages were put on by Billy. A few weeks after the day of the snip, we had an awards ceremony in the gym. There was some award that went to the girls behind me. I slipped off the end of the bleachers and let them sneak out to run up to the podium. Two of the girls tangled feet and fell on me. Something hit my dick. It was painful but the worst part was that it knocked off my bandage and the hard fought-for scab. I could feel the blood start oozing into my underwear and running down my leg. I was so happy that I was wearing the darkest jeans I had in my closet. Experience with my wound had taught me to keep my jeans as dark as possible. The bad part was that I had to go up in front of the school to get my awards. I didn't even want to look. I knew that any minute, the blood was going to soak through my jeans and all the school would see and know something was going on. I made it without people really noticing it. As I went back to my seat, the coach guarding the door to the locker room went up to the podium to present some of his awards. I grabbed Billy by the front of his shirt and pulled him all the way into the locker room. I had him apply another bandage. And as he was kneeling in front of me, with my pants down, in came a bunch of boys. They saw us sneak in with the absence of the door guard and wanted to rebel along with us. They weren't the type to scream but they sure could cuss as they caught Billy and I in such a compromising position. As much as Billy really wanted to suck my dick, he was much more concerned about the appearance that he was doing so. The only excuse he could think of was the truth about the injury to my manhood, not how it happened but just the injury itself. I got the expected sympathy from my friends, they just all wanted to see. Over the next few weeks, the stories of how it happened kept growing. There was one about how I was letting my dog licking peanut butter off my dick when then dog bit a chunk out of it. It didn't seem to matter that I had no dog. One story had me playing some stupid game with knives, something like HORSE in basketball, where I balanced the knife off my dick and tried to get it to stick in the ground. And there were several females that were supposedly sucking on my dick in the car when the driver hit the brakes hard. The females ranged from my mother, to Anne the head cheerleader, to skanky old Renee, to Amy the real target of my lust. Many times, I would wake up in the morning with the bandage off but still stuffed in my underwear. The boning up as I was sleeping and then going limp resulted in pulling it off my dick. I tried to anchor it by using more tape, some stuck in my pubes. I also had to give up jacking for a while. I tried it a few times. I tried to be as careful as I could, just using fingertips. I would knock off the scab and start it bleeding again. I finally was healed enough that I could jack. Even though I was taking it careful and easy, I ejaculated in almost no time. But it did feel so good to get some relief. For the next week, I jacked as many times as I could. On that Saturday, I didn't even get dressed, U just stayed in my underwear, laid around the house watching TV, and beating my meat all day long. I ended up falling asleep with my dick in my hand, right in the middle of jacking. I did heal up, and without an infection. You got me how that happened, we weren't smart enough to use any antibiotics. The next couple of years, I would freak out the team doctors when they gave me a physical. One even lectured me about respect for my body and all that. I got all kinds of nicknames over the years. Some people still call me Nick, and most don't even know why. I was known as Scoop because it did look like there was a scoop taken out of my dick head. A couple of names came from my dick looking like it had a gunsight. I would get a little embarrassed when people did call me some of the names but I would also think it was funny when people never knew why they called me that. Heck, my mom calls me Nick sometimes. I started to hang out a whole lot less with Billy just about as soon as I was healed and barely saw him in summer. That summer, his parents divorced and his mother moved away with Billy. I was at a boy-girl party after 8th grade. About half a dozen of each boys and girls were sitting around in a darken room, only a few little lights added to the mood. We were telling stories about all of our sexual experiences, some were obvious lies, others were pretty embarrassing for all. They all started talking about my dick. I heard two stories that I hadn't heard as to the cause of my condition. And it was from a couple of girls. One was that my dad had tried to keep me from jacking off so much in 7th grade and he put a cage around my dick and balls. Something in the cage cut part of my dick off. The other story was about my cousin who snuck into my room and tried to cut it off. There were several versions about how much of my dick was missing. Some had heard it was so bad that I had to squat to pee, or that I could never get a girl pregnant. Most of the guys were laughing, they had all seen me over the years in the locker room and such. With so much talk about my dick, I got brave. With a little bit of encouragement by my friends, I ended up showing the girls. Actually, I know that some of the boys were looking with as much interest as the girls. I had an erection and that really showed the missing piece. They did have to pull a light over to get to really see it. For several years, I was reminded about that night. I wasn't quite the celebrity for many years though. One of my high school football coaches seemed to never quit having an interest in it. He would even mention it when he was yelling at me for screwing up. But then, he would also mention it when he would tell me that I did something good too. My senior year in high school started out with a little surprise. As I sat in my first period on the very first day, the teacher was taking roll. I heard her call out Billy's name. I hadn't seen him since the summer after 7th grade. I turned around to look when I heard him answer. He was only a couple of rows back and a seat over. Billy was a cute kid. Now he was really good looking. Puberty had finally found him. He was tall, thin but with a strong looking body. His teeth which looked too big for him in 7th grade, looked perfect when he smiled at me. All the bad thoughts that had built up against him over the years, seemed to just disappear when I saw his eyes twinkle. Billy caught up with me as we walked out of class. He hugged me and we asked each other how we were doing. He wanted to get together later on, after school or after my football practice. He wanted to talk to me about things. As it turned out, we had two more classes together. We got to talk to each other and find out what had been going on. He and his mother were not getting along at all and he talked them into moving in with his father. We didn't meet up that evening but all that day and all that evening I kept thinking about Billy. He was the very last boy I ever did anything sexual with. I did have plenty of thoughts about other boys, and I would take advantage of locker rooms to check out the other equipment. Most of my desire at the time was for girls. But with the reappearance of Billy, all of a sudden, I was having even more thoughts about boys. Saturday, we had an early practice and Billy and I arranged to meet right after practice. And Billy was right outside the locker room when we ran in. It was the first time in years that I actually was in danger of getting an erection while in the locker room shower. So many of my thoughts about getting with Billy were sexual but conscience thought wouldn't allow that kind of situation to be considered real. I followed Billy to his house. His father was gone. The kitchen and living room was worn out and a mess, nothing gross though. When we went back into his room, it looked almost like it did the last time I was in there, many years before. He even had his Pop Warner football trophy and his Presidents Physical Fitness award from 6th grade on the wall. We even took our usual position, sideways on his bed, which was never made and still wasn't. After a while, our talking turned to my dick and the accident. He told me how sorry he was and that he thought about it for years. He wanted to know if I was doing ok with it and if I had any problems. He reminded me that he promised to make it up to me. That day, he promised to suck my dick for "free". I told him I remembered that. And I almost hit the ceiling when he reached over and put in hand right on my dick. He looked up at me, I was really too shocked to give him any kind of expression. He kept his hand there and started moving it back and forth. I nodded when he asked me if I remembered his promise. It was as if I had given him permission to do it when I nodded when he started to undo my belt. I was fascinated watching him unzip my jeans and pull them down. Nobody had undressed me and this was exciting. My dick was already sneaking out of the top of my underwear. And it popped up hard when Billy pulled my underwear down. Billy first went right to where he snipped a piece off my dick. I was trembling as he gently touched the spot. I flinched with every touch and he asked me if it was hurting. When I said no, he looked at me and said it was time to make up for it. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, looked as if he was trying to muster up his courage and then put his lips on the tip of my dick. The electricity that went through me was amazing. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. And as he got lower and engulfed more and more of my dick, the more powerful my reaction became. Once Billy had worked down to where he had his lips on my pubes, he started bobbing his head. I could feel the cum build up quickly. As I got closer, my hands were digging into his mattress. I yelled as I was getting close to shooting. I was surprised when Billy kept after it. I made sure he knew what I was saying, and then it didn't matter, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I pumped hot thick cum into Billy's mouth. As the last of my cum leaked out, Billy pulled off. He gagged a few times but swallowed my cum. I couldn't move, I just laid on his bed and breathed so hard and tried to catch my breath. I had a couple of blow jobs by girls over the years. They felt good but not as good as jacking myself. I had never had a boy suck me. It was the most sexual contact that I had since the sword fighting when I was a kid. My body and mind were totally amazed. Billy had laid his head on my belly, his chin not too far from my dick and his cheek pressing against my pubes. His head was rising with my breathing. I finally spoke and even growled a little bit. Billy looked up at me and he scooted up to me. Without pausing, our lips met. We went into a huge long wet kiss. My mind was going wild. I was freaked because I was kissing a boy. It also made me shiver when I could taste my own cum in Billy's mouth. But I didn't stop it at all. I was just enjoying it way too much. Billy kept one hand rubbing my back and moving down to my butt and squeezing. When he reached around, he found that my erection had returned. He moved his mouth down there. He teased my dick when he started at the tip and slowly going down until he had me in the back of his throat. I last a whole lot longer and my explosion was even better. Billy told me afterwards, as we were laying next to each other that it was the first time he had ever sucked a dick - - at least with hair on it. I let him know that it was the first time I had been sucked by somebody with a dick. It was a little strange as I got my pants back up and headed home. All the rest of the weekend, I kept thinking about it. On Monday, I drove by Billy's house. I drove by it a few times. When I didn't see his father's car, I stopped and went in. During school, we had been talking and joking but really didn't say a word about Saturday. I really wanted to talk a little to make sure it happened and that it was cool with both of us. Billy answered the door holding a popsicle and wearing no pants. He had on a pair of underwear that looked like they were 3 years old and hadn't fit him right since then. They were several shades from the original white, there were holes in the front and the butt. And I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I skipped his offer for a popsicle and we went to his room. My heart was beating hard when I saw his unmade bed. My heart was pounding as the thought of him sucking me right there on that bed. He jumped on his bed and got comfortable, I was looking for an alternative place to sit but the reason we sat on the bed was obvious again, not a single thing to sit on. I looked at Billy as he pulled his knees up and put his feet on the bed. I know he wasn't thinking anything but there was a hole at the seam of his underwear that just made me stare. I could see a little hair and a little pink but it was just the hole that attracted my attention. As I sat on the bed, Billy came right out and asked if my dick was feeling good. I blushed a little bit and said it was doing great. He said he didn't feel nearly as guilty but he would do it again if it would help me not hate him. I didn't even say anything, I just moved my hand over my lap, like to tell him go for it. He scraped off the rest of his popsicle and then went to work on my belt and zipper. Watching that was still very hot. My dick popped out of my underwear as hard as its every been. Billy's lips and mouth were cold from the popsicle and it was an even more intense feeling on my dick that was very hot and hard. When he worked his way all the down, he stopped to tell me how good I smelled. After practice and shower, I snuck a little of my cologne down on my pubes. Billy was humping my dick with his head. I could see he was completely erect and it was pushing the underwear away from his body. I decided that I was going to return the favor. I was going to suck him as soon as he finished me. And that thought helped me get closer. Before too long I was shooting. Billy wasn't gagging but he was swallowing. I lay there, trying to recover. I had lost interest in sucking him but I knew I had wanted to do it. I was just starting to move again when Billy told me that his father would be home soon and I should pull up my pants. I hope I'm not boring you. Rockhound00@hotmail.com