Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 21:28:07 -0400 From: Mitchell Subject: Sizing Up The following is a fictional story dreamed up by the writer's overactive imagination, and any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the writer. You may distribute this story electronically as you wish with this header intact, and you can print out one copy for your personal use, but any other publication of this material will require the writer's written consent. This story was inspired by an actual group of teens I witnessed debating whether to take a shower at the gym. They were too timid to go through with it, but here's my version of what could have happened if they had made the opposite decision. Comments and especially encouragement are welcome (knightmitchell@excite.com). Enjoy! "Sizing Up" By Mitchell Knight Jed, Wade, Paul, and Tate were all friends who lived in the same neighborhood. They were all twelve or thirteen years old and were in the seventh grade at the same middle school. It was late fall and the four friends had ridden their bikes over to the local health club to play basketball. Wade's little brother Bailey, who was eleven, also tagged along to play with them. The boys played a couple of games and then just goofed off in other parts of the health club. They raced a couple of laps around the indoor track and then played with a ball left lying around in one of the racquetball courts. "Hey, we should go use the sauna," Wade suggested. Jed and Paul chuckled, and Jed tossed the ball against the wall again. One of them was always daring the others to use the sauna or the Jacuzzi when they were here, but they never went through with it. At this point, it had just become an inside joke between the four of them. "Yeah, let's go do it," Tate said. He turned and walked to the door to the court and opened it. "You serious?" Paul asked, catching the ball. "'Course, c'mon," Tate called back, heading down the hall, the door swinging closed behind him. Wade started toward the door with his brother Bailey close behind him. Paul looked at Jed and cocked an eyebrow. Jed just shrugged and tossed the ball into a corner and followed the others out. Not to be left behind, Paul walked after him. By the time Paul entered the locker room, Tate had pulled off his t-shirt and was tossing it on a nearby bench. The underlying scent of sweaty socks, which infused the whole locker room, was the next thing Paul noticed. There was only one other person visible in the locker room: a guy who looked to be in his fifties with graying hair who was changing into his sweats. Tate kicked off his shoes and then tugged off his socks. Wade and Bailey were pulling off their shirts to join him. Jed and Paul weren't about to chicken out. While this was the farthest they had ever gone before, Jed still wondered if Tate might pull out at the last minute. Jed didn't want to be accused of not going through with it. Soon the five boys were walking in just their basketball shorts to the sauna. Tate pulled open the door and stepped inside. "Holy shit, it's hot!" he yelled, laughing. Tate still headed in and took a seat on the wood bench. Nobody else was in the little room. The other boys stepped inside and commented on the high heat. As Paul entered, the dry heat took his breath away. He took a seat next to Jed on the bench. "First one to leave is a pussy," Tate challenged. With that said, Paul panicked thinking he would be stuck in here for hours. There was no way he could be the first one to leave. Tate was always teasing him about how "girly" he was. Paul imagined melting away into a puddle in there as he took short, shallow breaths. Fortunately, Paul didn't have to worry about it for too long. After only about five minutes, Bailey jumped up and dashed out of the sauna. Wade chuckled and popped up to follow his brother out, glad that someone had broken. Wade had felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The three other sweaty boys quickly followed them out. "Pussy," Tate teased Bailey once they were in the cool locker room. "Shut up!" Bailey growled, frowning. The older guy who had been in the locker room earlier had left. Now there was a young college-aged guy standing at a locker removing his workout clothes. His name was Dwight, and he was nineteen and a student at the local college. He was five feet four inches tall with short black hair. All through high school he had participated in wrestling, and his lean, muscular body reflected that. "Jeez, Paul, you stink," Tate said, picking a new target. "No, I don't," Paul argued. Paul's eyes were suddenly drawn to the college student as Dwight slid his shorts and jock strap down revealing his fine muscular ass. Tate bent and sniffed near Paul's hairless armpit. "Peeyuw! You better take a shower," Tate continued. Dwight wrapped a small white towel around his waist and then headed into the communal shower room. "Whatever, I don't smell any worse than you," Paul protested, pushing Tate away from his armpit. "Then I guess I better take a shower too," Tate said. Paul heard the water for one of the shower spigots switch on and hit the tiles in the room. "Yeah, right," Wade laughed. "Why not? I'm not scared. I'll go take a shower," Tate retorted. "There's someone in there," Paul whispered. "So?" Tate asked. "You scared to let him see you naked?" In truth, Paul was afraid of being naked in front of his friends, or any guy for that matter. This was the first year they had started showering after gym class, and Paul had noticed that most boys in his class had pubic hair now. But Paul still had a bare crotch. After every gym class, Paul always found a way to waste time to avoid joining his classmates in the communal shower. "I don't need a shower," Paul continued weakly. "That's not what my nose thinks," Tate answered, wriggling his nose and leaning in for another sniff. Paul pushed him away again. "Whatever, I'm not scared. I'm gonna take a shower," Tate said, heading over to the gym bench that held his T-shirt. Tate quickly pushed down his basketball shorts and jockey briefs revealing his smooth, skinny ass to the boys. Then he turned around, and Paul's heart sank. Tate's one-inch long flaccid penis had a few wisps of short brown hair at its base. "Okay, pussies, I'll see you all when I'm done," Tate said, pushing through them to walk toward the shower. "I'm not scared," Wade protested, dashing over to the bench and pushing down his basketball shorts and boxers. When he turned, Paul's stomach churned at the sight of the reddish-blond pubes at the base of Wade's two-inch cock. Following in his brother's footsteps as always, Bailey was quickly shedding the rest of his clothes as well. "I guess we better do it too," Jed murmured to Paul. As Bailey skittered by, Paul's nerves eased a little at the sight of Bailey's bare crotch. "Do we have to?" Paul asked. "If we don't, he'll just bug us about it the rest of the day. C'mon, let's just go. It's not a big deal," Jed said. Jed stripped off his clothes, and Paul glanced at his best friend's two-inch penis with its thick bush of brown pubic hair. Paul had seen his friend naked before when they were in the locker room after gym class, but he had never seen Jed's cock this close. Paul clenched his jaw and stripped off his shorts and underwear to reveal his hairless body. Paul followed Jed to the shower room. Inside, the college kid, Dwight, was at a spigot on the far wall with his back to them. Tate and Wade were at spigots on the wall to the right of Dwight with Tate standing closest to the college student. On the left wall, Bailey was under the spigot the furthest away from Dwight and directly across from his brother. Jed took the middle spigot next to Bailey, and Paul took the last shower head, which was closest to Dwight. Paul quickly faced the wall to keep Tate from seeing his hairless crotch. When Dwight turned around to let the water cascade down his back, Tate was facing the middle of the shower room too. Like any guy, Tate's eyes instinctively flicked to the crotch of his companion. His eyes opened wider at what he saw there. Dwight's black pubes were closely cropped at the base of his cock, and his penis was huge. It hung about five inches between his muscular thighs and was over three inches thick. Tate glanced at Wade showering next to him and caught his eye. Tate jerked his head in Dwight's direction. Wade looked over and his eyes grew wide as well. Then he looked back at his friend, and they both giggled. "Neigh," Tate whinnied softly. Wade giggled again. Impressed with himself, Tate did his horse impression a little louder, so the boys on the other side of the shower could hear. Jed raised his eyebrows questioningly at Tate. Tate jerked his head to Dwight again, and Jed's eyes followed until they settled on Dwight's crotch. Paul looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. Tate snorted like a horse. Now Wade, Bailey, and Jed were all giggling at Tate's impression. "I see you've all met Mr. Python," Dwight said, looking at the boys. At this point, all five of them were staring blatantly at Dwight's penis. The boys suddenly went silent, a little embarrassed by their antics now that Dwight had finally reacted. After a few seconds, Tate couldn't contain himself and laughed. "You named your cock?" Tate asked, grinning. "Didn't have much of a choice. A big one like this deserves a name," Dwight answered. This set all the boys off giggling again. "What do you feed that thing?" Wade asked. "Only blond virgins with big tits," Dwight answered, cupping his hands and gesturing a couple feet out from his smooth, muscular chest. This only made the boys giggle even harder. "How big is it when you're hard?" Jed asked. "About nine inches," Dwight answered. "No fuckin' way!" Tate challenged. "You don't believe me? You see how big it is already." "Prove it," Paul challenged, surprising Jed and himself with his boldness. A little thrill of excitement and nervousness shot through his stomach as he said it. "What, you want me to go get one of those blond virgins to verify it?" Dwight asked, smiling. "Duh, just make it hard now," Tate said. Dwight thought for a second about this. He had to admit that he liked all the cock worship these boys were lavishing on him. Subconsciously Dwight suffered from "little- man syndrome" because of his height, so he liked the admiring gazes he got in the locker rooms when he was naked. Even though he wasn't tall, he was big in another area that counted. "What do I get out of it?" Dwight finally asked. "What do you mean?" Tate asked. "If I'm going to get hard for you guys, I oughta get something in return." "What do you want?" Wade asked. Dwight actually had no idea. He had just thrown the idea out there so that the boys didn't have complete control over the situation. "You guys gotta get hard too," Dwight said. It felt kind of lame once it came out of his mouth. After all, he didn't really care if he saw their boners, but at least Dwight wouldn't be the only one with an erection if somebody else suddenly walked in the shower room. "Okay," Paul immediately answered, surprising himself again. But he couldn't let that offer go by. He desperately wanted to see Dwight's penis in its full glory. Not to be outdone by Paul, Tate didn't protest. He dropped his right hand to his cock and started pulling on it and stroking the underside with his index finger. Paul brought his hand to his crotch as well, but it didn't take much manipulating before he was sporting a four inch erection. Just the prospect of seeing Dwight's erection and all his friends' erections had already gotten his penis plumping up. Paul took a little satisfaction when he saw Tate's erection and saw that it was a little shorter than his. Wade and Jed both had erections about the same size, about four and a half inches. Bailey, the youngest, had the smallest erection, at three inches, but his was only a little smaller than Tate's. Dwight had tipped his head back slightly and closed his eyes. His right hand formed a fist around his large thick prick and was slowly stroking it into its full length as he imagined having sex with Megan Fox. His left hand ran across his smooth chest and lightly pinched his right nipple. "Holy shit!" Tate exclaimed once Dwight's cock had expanded to its full length. Just as Dwight had said, it was almost nine inches long and about four inches thick. "I told ya," Dwight said, taking his hand away and letting the boys get full view of his prized organ. Paul and Wade still absentmindedly fiddled with their erections as they stared at Dwight. "Can Mr. Python spit?" Bailey asked, giggling. "Of course," Dwight answered. "How far can you shoot?" Wade asked. Dwight looked down at the tiled shower room floor and estimated with his eyes. "Probably a couple feet," he said, pointing to a spot in the middle of the floor. "No fuckin' way," Tate blurted again before he even realized it. Tate had a tendency to just say what he was thinking without using that checkpoint between brain and mouth. "Hey, I said it was nine inches didn't I?" Dwight asked, wagging his long, thick erection in Tate's direction. "Can't believe you're still doubtin' me." "Make Mr. Python spit," Bailey urged. "Yeah, do it," Wade chimed in, backing up his brother. "What do I get out of it?" Dwight asked. "What do you want?" Paul asked, his stomach seething with excitement at the idea of where this was going. This time Dwight decided to push the envelope and see if they would go along with it. Plus he was pretty certain his new demand would put a stop to all this. "One of you has to jerk me off." "No fuckin' way," was Tate's immediate trademark reaction. "Okay," Dwight said, and turned his back on the boys to return to his shower. "Wait, wait, hang on," Wade said to Dwight and Tate. "Just one of us has to do it?" Dwight looked over his shoulder at Wade. "Yeaaaahhh." "C'mon guys, take one for the team," Wade said, glancing around at them. All the boys were still completely hard. "Why don't you do it then," Jed retorted. "How about the one with the smallest dick do it," Tate snapped, jumping to Wade's defense. "Hey, that's not fair," Bailey retorted, as the boy with the smallest erection. "Why not the one with the biggest dick!" Jed and Wade glanced uneasily at each other. They were the two boys with the largest erections, with Jed's probably being slightly bigger, and they didn't want anyone else jumping on that idea. Paul just wished he could volunteer. He would love to get his hands on Dwight's huge erection and jerk him off. But he knew that if he piped up it would just lead to teasing by all of them and more trouble for him later. "How about rock, paper, scissors?" Jed suggested. "Okay," Paul agreed. The boys all jumped on to that idea then. Dwight continued to shower, but would glance back at the boys occasionally as they went through the game. It looked like they were possibly going to go through with it. He decided to come up with another condition if one of the boys actually decided to go through with it. On the first round, Paul and Wade both chose paper, and the remaining three boys went with rock, so Paul and Wade were out of the running, which left Paul with mixed feelings. On the second round, Bailey went with scissors while Tate and Jed both picked paper. Bailey smiled as he escaped his fate. On the final round, Tate and Jed shook their fists three times, and then it came out Tate with paper and Jed with rock. Jed groaned. While Paul felt kind of bad for his best friend, he was also jealous. While it seemed like Jed didn't want to go through with it, Paul noticed that he still had an erection, as did all of the boys. "Okay, I'm it," Jed said, walking away from his shower head and moving over to Dwight. Dwight turned around, facing the boys, his erection a little droopy now. "One more condition," Dwight said. "What?!" Tate asked. "The rest of you have to jerk off too," Dwight said. "No problem," Wade answered before Tate could say anything. Wade wrapped his fist around his erection and started to slowly stroke it while he watched Jed stand next to Dwight. Dwight looked at Tate then. If any of them didn't start masturbating, Dwight could use that as an excuse not to go through with it. Tate gazed back defiantly and pinched his cock between his thumb and forefinger and started stroking. Looking around the room, Dwight saw that Paul and Bailey were working their dicks as well. Jed stared intently at Dwight's cock and screwed up his courage to touch it. Before Dwight could say anything, Jed's right hand was wrapping around Dwight's thick cock. Jed stood on Dwight's left side and his right arm was bent awkwardly as he tried to stroke the wrestler's cock. "Maybe you should get behind me and reach around," Dwight suggested quietly. The awkward stroking was never going to bring him off. Paul was glad that Jed moved behind Dwight. With Jed standing at Dwight's left side, his naked friend's body was mostly blocking the action. Now Jed stood behind Dwight and slid his right hand around to the front and wrapped his fist around the large cock. His fingers couldn't touch on the other side. Jed started stroking up and down, treating Dwight's cock to the same stroking that he liked on his own cock. A little thrill went through the pit of his stomach as he thought about bringing this guy to a climax. The whole scene was just too much for Paul. He was in a room with five naked guys, three of them his friends, and all of them sporting erections. Plus his best friend was stroking another guy. Paul's nerves were all tingling with pleasure. As he came, a couple dribbles of semen bubbled up out of the tip of his dick and ran down the underside onto his index finger. A hushed sigh escaped the back of his throat. Looking around, Paul saw that everyone else was still jerking off, and his cheeks turned red as he realized he had come first. It looked like everyone except Bailey had their eyes focused on Jed's stroking of Dwight though, so nobody noticed yet. Bailey's eyes met his, and the boy just smiled at Paul and kept jerking on his little cock. Paul stuck his fingers under the water spray and slicked the cum off them. His cock remained hard with all the excitement, so he quickly brought his hand back and slowly kept jerking on his cock. Wade came next. Paul almost missed it, but a change in Wade's body movements caught the corner of his eye. Wade's back, hips, and legs tensed up, and Paul watched as a couple spurts of white semen shot out the end of his cock to land on the green shower tiles. Then Tate quietly came, some semen appearing at the slit in the head of his cock and dribbling down his hand. "Faster," Dwight whispered to Jed. Jed's hand started sliding faster over the thick organ. Dwight's hips had started moving in time with the stroking. Each time his ass pushed back, it bumped into Jed's erection. The first time it happened, Jed tried to back away to keep from making contact with Dwight, but then he was too far away to stroke properly. Each time Jed's erection slid over Dwight's smooth ass, electric pleasure shot through Jed's cock. Dwight started pinching his nipple faster as he felt his orgasm coming. Jed could feel Dwight's cock get even firmer, and he kept stroking faster. Soon Dwight stopped pumping his hips, and his whole body tensed. Jed felt Dwight's cock start pumping out his semen. Jed peeked around Dwight's right arm and watched as the first shot of semen spurt over a foot in front of him to land on the tiles. Three more thick shots followed it, hitting more spots near, but not as far as, the first one. Once he was done coming, Jed quickly removed his hand and moved away from Dwight. Dwight turned and quickly cleaned off the end of his cock in the spray of water. "Well, that was...interesting," Dwight said, turning off the water. He walked to the other end of the shower room and pulled his towel off the hook. Dwight quickly dried off and left the shower room before anything else happened. The boys all looked around at each other awkwardly. Paul noticed that Bailey's cock was now soft, but he had not seen the kid cum. Jed was the first one to head to the towel shelf, still sporting an erection. He grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. The other boys shut off the water to their showers and joined him in drying off. The rest of them were now soft after getting their rocks off. Once the boys were back in the locker room and partially dressed, they returned to their usual friendly banter. "Jeez, Paul, you still stink," Tate sniffed. After what they had just been through, Paul felt more comfortable giving it back to him. "You think so? Should we take another shower?" Paul asked. All the boys laughed. Copyright 2008 Mitchell Knight