Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 23:07:33 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Big Time Chapter 44 Hello and welcome back. In this chapter we learn about Hurricane Jeffrey. We find out why, as a twelve year old, he asks Eric to take his cherry. And we find out how, back when he was seven, he had his first little orgasm. Please be 18 to read. Please be safe. Remember that the story is mine, and please remember to donate to Nifty. Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 44 HURRICANE JEFFREY I stretched out on the couch in the living room. I was dressed in a railroad t-shirt and a pair of white briefs, my favorite form of underwear, both to wear and to see on other boys. I thought back to Sunday for probably the thousandth time in the last hour. Today after our game we would have a meeting to vote on our one-on-one "bonding" idea. Blaine was right, of course. The entire idea sounded like something from middle school, but some of us weren't ready to grow up from those days yet. High school boys can get just as horny as middle school boys. We just didn't do it five times a day, seven days a week. But damn, when I got horny, I got H-O-R-N-Y. And right now I was so horny I wanted to shed my briefs and madly jerk myself off. But I was saving it for something that was supposed to transpire in a little over an hour. I went back to thinking of today's vote. We had decided it needed to be unanimous to have the mysterious pairing list take effect. Only the four boys who put the list together knew what the pairings were. Those four boys were Kevin, Korey, Kraig, and Chandler. If the vote wasn't unanimous their list would remain a state secret. After we'd had the bonding discussion between games of our doubleheader, we picked up a 7-4 win in the second game after being no-hit in the first game. Unfortunately, that game was a non-league. Hunter started and won, using his decent fastball and his breaking ball that didn't break efficiently enough to pitch five strong innings. Even better, we managed to hit the ball solidly. I don't think we were seeing Longview's best pitching, however. We were supposed to have a home league game on Monday, but a steady rain all day washed it out. Coach Miller called a practice for Tuesday. We used the main field at the middle school. We worked around a puddle behind second and had a decent practice. We discussed having the vote after the unplanned for practice, but Blaine and Gavin said they hadn't made up their minds yet. The fact that they hadn't made up their minds was encouraging. However, Noah put a little bit of a damper on things as we walked to my house after practice. He had his own little conspiracy theory. "Maybe they're just playing with us," Noah said. "They've decided to vote no and are just stringing us along." "They don't have any reason to do that," I said. "I mean the world isn't going to come to an end because two straight boys decided not to hop into bed with a couple of their teammates." "Still, I wouldn't put it past Blaine. I've never liked him all that much. He got off to a bad start his very first practice by showing up with his hat on backwards, even after we told him we didn't do it that way here in Mayfield. That got him off on a bad foot with us and the coaches." Then he gave me one of his patented evil grins. "Besides, I don't even think he's very cute." "Cute no, but handsome, oh yes. I guess that doesn't make up for being a jerk, though." Then I had a thought. "Hey, maybe they will vote yes and the queer quartet will have you paired up with Blaine. You would sure get to know him better then." "If I knew that in advance, that piece of information might actually have me voting no." Noah spent the night with me. We didn't fuck, if you need to know. We were happy trading BJs. Getting a BJ from Noah has always been a bit of heaven; the boy knows how to use his tongue and lips, with some added help from his talented fingers. Noah knew what I had planned for noon. While we munched on fruit and cereal for breakfast, we discussed the strange turn of events— okay, strange isn't strong enough, let's call it the very weird turn of events—that was initiated by a long awaited phone call I received Monday morning. Jeff, also known as Jeffrey, also known as Hurricane Jeffrey, finally made the call he said he was going to make. He said it was time for me to take his virginity. I told him I would be happy to watch Nicky take it if he wanted me around, but I didn't feel comfortable taking the virginity of a twelve year old. "Come on Eric, you know you want to do it, you just KNOW you want to do it," Jeff had whined over the phone. "Would you like some cheese with your whine, Jeffrey?" I asked, using a favorite line of Noah's. "That's Nicky and Noah's line. And it sounds just as lame coming from them." "Shouldn't it be your long time bed brother Marty doing it? Or better yet, your boyfriend Nick?" I'd asked him these questions before, but I wanted him to be absolutely sure of what he wanted. "Marty has turned from my brother into an old lady grandmother. He says he's given me first everything, so somebody else can do this. He might never fuck me at all, the dork. And Nicky says you're the best and you should to it. That's good enough for me." I knew there had to be more to Marty not taking his cherry than Jeff was letting on. I wanted to find out what Marty's thinking was before I agreed to anything. "How about if Nick does it and I watch and help?" I was now thinking of how the Donkey helped Scott and me back in sixth grade. "You don't get it, do you? I want YOU first, not him. He can do it the next hundred times, I don't care. But you first. You know you wanted me right from when you saw me in Marty's apartment." "Call me tomorrow morning. I want to talk to Marty first before I commit to anything." "Why do you want to do that? He says you can to it. So just do it. I mean we've been through all of that already, and more than once." "That's my offer, take it or leave it. I talk to Marty and you call me tomorrow morning for my answer—if I get hold of Marty that is." There was a long silence at the other end. "Okay, I'll call tomorrow. But you better say yes." "Bye, Jeff. Be good." "Me good? No way—not possible. See ya'." Now it was time for me to get hold of Marty. I had a good idea of what Marty's hang-up was, but I wanted to be sure. I wanted to make sure of what I was getting involved in. Marty was home, but told me he was leaving for work in a couple of hours, so if I wanted to talk it had to be now or later in the evening. Since we had an away game in the evening, I told him I would be right over. I threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, hopped on my bike and was there within minutes. I was greeted at the door by Rich, who said Marty was indisposed. Rich was wearing only a pair of plaid boxers "I hope you have industrial strength air freshener," I said, as I quickly deduced where it was Marty was indisposed. "It wouldn't do any good," Rich said. "So there's no use wasting money on it. The army doesn't realize what a great secret weapon that boy could be." I heard the toilet flush a couple of times and within a minute Marty came out wearing—well, nothing. "Hey, Eric, wazzup?" "The ceiling." "As usual, you are much too clever for me." "I need to talk to you about Jeff," I told him. "What's the Hurricane up to now?" Before I could answer the outside door burst open and the subject of our conversation pranced into the room. "I knew I saw Eric ride up," Jeff said. Marty glared at Rich. "Did you forget to lock the door?" "Guilty as charged." "I would have just knocked until you opened it," Jeff said. "This way was easier." The little twelve year old was wearing a ragged sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. The shirt hung over a pair of what looked like blue briefs. It was hard to tell since I could only catch glimpses of a blue crotch, but I couldn't imagine what else they could be. "A little privacy would be nice, Jeffrey." Marty's tone was that of an unhappy parent scolding a misbehaving child. "I know why Eric is here. Since he's here to talk about me I figured including me still made it private," Jeff said. "No, including you ceases to make it private, it makes it public," Marty told him. "No, no, including Rich or Sammy makes it public, because we're not talking about them." "Sammy isn't even here, so how does he figure in?" Marty asked. He should have known better to ask as Rich pointed to the door. Jeff's nine year old brother, Sammy, was standing there wearing as little as Jeff. In his case it was a white t-shirt covering most of a pair of white briefs. Marty looked at me and shook his head. "And here I thought the rent in this place was cheap. It is if you don't include having a daily hurricane bursting through your apartment." "You know you love it," Jeff said. Sammy, whose personality was the reverse of Jeff said nothing. "Hi, Sammy," I said, not wanting him to feel ignored. "Hi, Eric. Hi, Rich. Hi, Marty." I swear Sammy was about ready to stick his thumb in his mouth. He could be quite the wallflower at times. "You need to put some clothes on, Marty." Marty ignored Sammy. Sammy had seen him naked many times. "Okay, Jeffrey, I only have a little bit of time to talk to Eric and I can't be wasting it by getting into a debate with you, so how about you scoot off and I'll make it up to you tonight." "Do I get to have a creamy drink from the Marty hose?" "You can have a creamy drink from the Marty hose, I promise." Jeff smiled at the thought, but didn't move. "Good-bye, Jeffrey," Marty said with a sigh. "I've been bad, haven't I?" "No you haven't been bad, just a pain in the ass." Jeff still didn't move, so I figured it was time for me to jump in. "Yeah, you have been bad, Jeffrey. I think we need to spank you and send you on your way." I remembered Marty telling me how Jeff liked being spanked and decided to see if playing that hand worked. "Okay, but only if Eric warms my butt." "Deal." I sat on the couch and patted my lap. Jeff walked over and yanked off what was indeed a pair of blue briefs, with a yellow waitband. He pulled up his sweatshirt, revealing a little longer than three inch, hairless boner, and nestled himself on my lap, bottom up. "Give me five," he said, "but make them good." "Just five?" Marty asked. "You guys have business to do. Marty can give me five more tonight when I empty the Marty hose." He wiggled his body along my lap, giving me an erection of steel. I could feel his little rod poking between my legs. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Do it." Before I proceeded with my first spank I couldn't help but rub his smooth little bubble butt. It felt so warm and soft and sexy. Then I raised my hand and gave his beautiful white ass a moderate whack. "Damn, Marty hits harder than that, and he's a wuss compared to somebody else." "You mean somebody else spanks you harder than Marty does?" I asked as once again I kneaded his ass, running my finger along his crack, barely pushing it in "You ain't had your buns warmed until you've had it done by Nicky." I stopped playing with his butt and whacked him somewhat harder on the second spank. He grunted again, pushing his hard cock deeper between my legs, while I went back to stroking his ass. Jeffrey moaned slightly and humped me Sammy stood across the room watching. He'd pulled his briefs down and was idly playing with a maybe two inch pencil thin boner. "Three more, harder." Before laying another spank on Jeff's butt I needed to feel it up again. It was so smooth, so warm, so soft to the touch, I just couldn't help but touch it. I mean it was right there on my lap begging to be touched. It seemed like a big waste to spank it, when I'd rather touch it and rub it for a what would be a longer amount of time than spanking would take. I finally decided to lay on another one. I'd spanked him as hard as I felt comfortable with, so I hit him with the same force as the third spank. "I knew I should've had Marty to it. I thought you'd be better. And you are so slow." "Don't tell me you don't like my feeling up your ass," I said. The big grin on his face when he looked up at me was the answer I expected. Once again my hands felt up his ass. I poked my finger into his crack and tickled his pucker, eliciting a groan of pleasure. I then made number four my hardest spank yet, hitting his reddening butt cheeks with my open hand. The loud slap was met with another grunt. I let my hands wander across his ass yet again. He started humping his little cock between my legs. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying my squeezing his cheeks or my spanking them more. I continued to massage his butt until he looked up again and asked if I was going to get around to the fifth spank. "You're supposed to do them all at once, that's when it's exciting." I noticed the pauses hadn't stopped his cute ass from bouncing up and down as he continued to hump me. I raised my hand and gave him my hardest whack. He yelped, raised his butt and gave a hard thrust and then three more. He let out a couple of squeaks and lay quietly on my lap. "Did I shoot this time?" he asked. Obviously he'd had himself an orgasm. "Get up off my lap and find out." He stood up and looked down at me, his little pecker quickly deflating. "Damn, dry as a bone. Sometimes I get a drop or two. Okay, you and Marty have fun talking about me. I'll call you tomorrow, Eric." Jeff took Sammy's hand, the one that wasn't holding his pecker, and started out the door. Sammy didn't bother to pull up his briefs, leaving them pulled down right below his ass. "You forgot your underpants," Marty said. "You guys can sniff them while you talk about me. That way you'll get even more horny for my ass." Sammy pulled off his briefs and threw them toward the middle of the floor. "My brother is weird," Sammy said as the two walked out of the apartment wearing only t-shirts. "You gave J.J. an orgasm. You now have a friend for life." I smiled. "Why don't you just fuck him and get it over with?" "I could ask you the same question. I thought I was a wild boy when I was twelve. Compared to the Hurricane I was a sweet thing who sat with my hands folded and never touched my dick. He even makes Nicky seem calm." "I don't think I've ever seen a pair like him and Nicky," Rich said, "and I'm including Korey and Chandler, or even the twins." "I can see that Jeff's spankings affected you," I said to Marty, noticing that he was at full mast. "He has that way about him." "Okay, I better get to why I want to talk to you." "I know exactly why you want to talk to me, but ask anyway." "Why won't you take Jeff's cherry, other than the fact that you're eighteen and he's twelve?" "The age difference isn't why. You know I've done everything imaginable with him except fuck. I know he won't land me in jail or anything. But, I've taken almost everything else from him, and I guess I want to leave taking his last piece of innocence to somebody else." "Innocence?" Rich said with a smirk. "You have to have a really creative imagination to match Jeffrey up with the word innocence" "You make a good point, but it's all relative. Look, how about you hearing the story of the first time I took a piece of innocence." I patted the spot next to me on the couch. He sat to my left while Rich sat on the one overstuffed chair in the little living room. I was sure this wasn't the first time Rich had heard this story. "Are you as hard as I am?" Rich asked. "Yeah." "Then pull off those shorts. It's possible you might be getting even harder." I pulled off my shorts, briefs, and shoes. I was now down to a t-shirt and my sox. Marty and I were both hard, and I could now see that Rich was, too. Marty surprised himself on Tuesday by making his supposedly daily call to Mr. B. As far as he was concerned, making the call was bullshit. After all, he had been sober for a month—he'd even gotten a stupid plastic chip for that accomplishment on Saturday. If he could go a month without drinking, he sure didn't need to make calls every day, go to his dumb meeting with George on Wednesday, or go to Centralia or Olympia on Saturdays. But he liked George, even if the man was tough on him. George cared more about him than his own dad did. However, Marty still worked hard to resist everything George was trying teach him in spite of their relationship. Even so, little things kept seeping through the shields he had put up. Football was over, his homework was finished, and he was bored, so Marty gave George a call. George asked him his usual questions about how he was doing, if he was working on any of the assignments he'd been given, and if he was staying sober. Marty gave George his usual answers, saying he was doing okay, he forgot to do the work, and he didn't drink anything since the last time George had asked him. "How about doing me a favor tomorrow," George said. George was always asking him for favors. The favors usually meant reading in his book, doing some kind of assignment, remembering to call, going to some kind of meeting, and so on. "What?" is the question Mary always asked in an impatient manner after being asked for a favor. He wanted to know right away what it was he would decide to ignore. "Tomorrow is Halloween. How would you like to go Trick-or- Treating?" "Um...I'm fourteen. That's a little old for Trick-or-Treating." George resisted the urge to say he wasn't too old to sleep with a Teddy bear. "I wasn't thinking in terms of you being the Trick-or- Treater—somebody who worships you asked me to ask you if you would take him around the neighborhood. He told me to tell you he would even let you have the candy he didn't like, which I thought was quite a generous offer." Marty could tell from his tone of voice that George was being somewhat facetious. He was sure there probably wasn't any candy that Jeff didn't like. "And if it makes a difference, Lois will be taking Sammy." "Well, I don't know..." "I understand. A cynic would say that Jeffrey is asking you to take him so that he won't have to be seen holding the hand of his four year old brother. But, as we both know, there is nothing cynical about Jeffrey." "Well..." "I'll sweeten the pot with dinner. Lois makes a mean dish of lasagna." Marty had gotten to know George well enough to realize he was going to find himself on the street tomorrow holding the hand of a seven year old boy. "What if I have a lot of homework?" he asked, looking for one last excuse not to go Trick-or-Treating with Jeff. "Football is over. Do it as soon as you get home." The long pause on the phone signaled to George that he had won. He was getting to know Marty pretty well, too. Outside of Marty's month of sobriety, which was a daily triumph, this would be a rare victory, small as it was. George knew that getting inside of Marty would consist of getting every rare victory that he could, no matter how small. "What time?" "Dinner is at five. I'll be leaving the Mayfield office early just for the occasion." "Then you and me are gonna meet after Jeff and I get back?" "I'll tell you what, since you're being so good about taking the Hurricane out we'll dispense with the meeting—if you promise to go to Centralia with me on Saturday." Marty began to wonder who was manipulating whom. Was this Jeff manipulating his father into asking Marty to accompany him so he wouldn't have to Trick-or-Treat with his little brother? Or was this George manipulating him into making a solemn promise to go to a meeting with him on Saturday. Marty could look at the world through cynical eyes as well as anybody. "Are you there, Marty?" Mr. B asked. "Yeah, I'm here. I'll be there by five. But I won't wear a costume and I won't take Sammy." Marty decided to be sure the ground rules were understood. "Done. See you tomorrow." Marty hung up his phone, wondering what Mr. B would have done about Halloween if he hadn't made the phone call. He decided he'd never find out, and that what was done, was done. Marty ended up arriving for dinner at four-thirty. Jeff greeted him with a huge hug, followed by a ton of wet kisses on his face when he lifted the little boy up into the air. If there had been any doubts about Jeff's sincerity in having Marty be his Halloween guardian, the boy's enthusiasm ended them. Lois was a talented seamstress and made the costumes for Jeff and Sammy. Jeff was dressed as a goblin and Sammy as a cat. Marty was amazed at how professional the costumes looked, and was even more amazed at the wonders he continually saw happen in the Bednarzyck family. The dinner happened to be great, the Trick-or-Treating was fun, Marty was surprised to meet some of his peers out in costume, trick- or-treating. The twins were out with Lars and were more than happy to give "Marty the baby-sitter" some friendly grief. "You look scary in that costume," Kevin said, even though Marty wasn't wearing a costume. "I hope the babysitting fees are worth it." Jeff even gave Marty some of his "good" candy when they returned to his house. Lois and Sammy left on their Halloween hike at the same time as Marty and Jeff, but went off in a different direction. George stayed home to dole out candy. Lois and Sammy crossed paths with Marty and Jeff twice, with the two Bednarzyck children comparing their booty both times. Sammy and his mother beat Jeff and Marty home by fifteen minutes. Marty was surprised by how much he enjoyed being out of his own "miserable" existence, instead giving himself to the seven year old bundle of energy who grabbed his hand every chance he got. After they got home, Marty helped Jeff get out of his costume. Jeff and Sammy rushed back to the family room to compare their Halloween booty. They were both dressed in their pajamas. While Marty could tell that Sammy had underpants on underneath his pajamas, he was fairly certain that Jeff did not. He also noted that Jeff's top was fastened only by a middle button, exposing much of his skinny chest and midriff. "Can you read to me before you go?" Jeff asked enthusiastically. "I guess I have time," Marty said. "Me too," Sammy said. "I'll read to you," George told the four year old quickly, keeping Marty from having to grope for an answer. "Okay. I like it when you read to me, daddy." Marty knew that Sammy was much more tractable than Jeff was. Marty watched Jeff brush his teeth and waited patiently while the boy had them flossed by his mother. "Next time you can help me floss," Jeff said when he returned to his bedroom. "I'll watch and see how much you learned about doing it." "I know how to do it, but mom likes doing it, so I make her think I don't know," Jeff said. "I thought maybe you wanted to try." "I'll pass. I'm not really up for sticking my fingers in your mouth." "You do it after I brush my teeth. Then my mouth is clean. See? It's all really easy." "I'll take your word for it." Jeff leaped on his bed, taking a couple of bounces on the mattress. "The book is on the chair," Jeff said as he managed to take a couple more bounces. Marty picked up "Dinosaurs Before Dark" from the Magic Tree House Series. The cover told him that it was, in fact Book 1 of the series. Marty was hit with fond memories of reading the Magic Tree House Books. He was happy that Jeff had finally picked a book with a little bit of meat to it as well as something he was familiar with. "This book will be fun," Marty said. "I like the Magic Tree House books." "Did you read them?" Jeff asked. "Not all of them, but I read some of them." "I have read two of them, but this is the first one and mom just found it online, so now you can read it to me and we can find out how it all started," Jeff rambled, barely pausing for breath. Marty kicked off his shoes to get comfortable and opened the book. "Uh,uh," Jeff said. "You have to be on my bed this time. You promised, remember?" Marty remembered, but he'd hoped that Jeff had forgotten. He was finding out that Jeff never forgot anything. Jeff patted the inside of his bed. "Right here, Marty, you promised." Marty crawled over Jeff and lay down on the second grader's left side. Marty was almost afraid to ask why Jeff couldn't move over and let him get on the bed and read from his right side. He could almost hear Jeff come up with some answer bathed in his incomprehensible logic. Before he started to read, however, Marty did make a mistake. "I thought you didn't want me to read something you never read before because you were afraid you'd fall asleep." "If I fall asleep we can start over next time." "And you couldn't do that before?" Without even thinking, Marty was getting pulled down into the morass of Jeffrey logic. "I said that because I wanted to see if you were a good reader and if you were going to come back." "I guess I passed that test." "Yep. Now if I fall asleep I know you'll be back to read again. Mom and dad can read a different book than you." Marty finally got started, but was only five pages into the book when he noticed Jeff opening the lone fastened button on his pajama tops. "Can you pet me like you did last time?" Jeff asked. "How about if I just read?" Even though he tried to sound reluctant, and knew he should feel reluctant, he could feel a stirring in his pants. Jeff put his left hand on Marty's right arm and pulled on it. "It feels really good and makes me sleepy. It's even better than reading. Please? Just pet me like before." Well, just rubbing his chest can't hurt anything, Marty thought. And it will keep him quiet, too. Besides, the faster he goes to sleep, the faster I'm outta here. Marty placed his right hand on Jeff's bare chest and started a circular motion around the little boy's sternum, staying inside his nipples. When his fingers finally rubbed across a nipple, Jeff let out a sweet sounding little sigh. Marty liked that sound so much, he starting circling from nipple to nipple. "It feels really good Marty," Jeff said. "Can you read some more?" Marty said nothing. He kept rubbing with his right hand as he tried holding the book open with his left. He steadied it and continued his reading as his right hand started moving down Jeff's torso and on to his smooth, soft belly. "It tickles a little." Marty circled Jeff's bellybutton, eliciting a giggle. "That tickles even more." As Marty's hand rubbed Jeff's belly, then back up to his chest, and back down to his abdomen, his cock became rock hard inside his pants. Fuck, why does this little shit do this to me? I like boys my age, not little boys like him. He felt the heat flush through him when he realized what he'd just thought. No! No! I don't like boys at all! But those thoughts didn't stop him from continuing his rubbing. He stopped reading, but Jeff said nothing about continuing. He just let out little sighs and chirps as Marty's continued making the little seven year old feel good. There was no longer any pretense about this being a reading session; it had turned into something else altogether. When Marty's hand hit the waistband of Jeff's pajama bottoms, Marty remembered the last time he'd done this and how his hand seemed to wander inside the waistband on its own. "Are you asleep?" Marty asked Jeff, hoping that he was. "No. It feels too good to sleep. I love you, Marty." The second time Marty's hand came to the waistband it was with the intent of touching it. He rubbed along the top of it, his fingers moving over the closed snap button. He noticed that the bottoms were being held closed by that single button. The third time his hand touched the waistband it stopped at the button. No, I'm not a perv, Marty said to himself, while at the same time he popped open the snap. "You're opening my pants," Jeff said, as he sat up to look down at what Marty was doing. "Just so I can rub you better," Marty said with a hoarse whisper. He pulled the flaps of the pants open, exposing Jeff's pubic area. His hand wandered down to the smooth skin above Jeff's limp little nub of a dick. Marty rubbed from Jeff's belly button down the base of his cocklet. He also noticed that Jeffrey's little pecker was growing some. "Fuck it," Marty whispered as his hand touched Jeff's exposed cock. "You said a bad word," Jeff said. Marty didn't respond as his he fondled the boy's little ball sac. This was so different than standing in a gym shower and jerking off in front of the sixth graders on the baseball team, which he had done last spring. This was even different than rubbing dicks with Rich's ten year old brother. He was fondling the dick and balls of a second grader, of a seven year old. Somehow it was like the little boy had hypnotized him. Marty was certain that if Jeff hadn't asked him to "pet" him, and if he hadn't kept his shirt open for him, that he would have read to the boy until he fell asleep, never once touching him. Instead, Jeff pleaded for his touch, and opened his pajamas invitingly. Can a seven year old invite sex and end up seducing a fourteen year old? Marty thought. But can a ten year old invite sex? Marty couldn't remember if he'd had sex with his coach back when he was ten because he'd invited it, or because he'd been seduced. Whatever, he remembered that for the most part he'd liked it and looked forward to it, even if his coach would never fulfill his own desires. Marty was slowly using two fingers to rub Jeff's pencil stub of a boner. It was all so automatic, it all seemed so right, that it took him a moment to realize he was actually masturbating the little boy. He removed his hand from Jeff and left it hovering momentarily over the boy's body. Before he could decide what to do with it, Jeff grabbed it and forced it back down on his hard little penis. As Marty went back to masturbating Jeff, the young boy let out a string of sighs. "It feels good when you do that to me when my weenie is hard like that." Marty used only his thumb and index fingers for his ministrations of Jeff's cocklet. "Ohhh, that feels real weird," Jeff said, with a sense of awe in his voice. His body shook, his legs kicked out. "Don't stop," he said, as if Marty had any intention of stopping. Whatever his feelings had been, the onset of orgasm in the little boy made Marty very excited. Another shake was followed by another leg kick and was followed by a quick series of clicks in the boy's tiny penis. Jeff was breathing hard, little contented moans coming from him. "What was that? What happened?" "You had a cum. It happens when you do things like that to your penis and it feels really good." "Do you get them?" "Almost every day." "Does somebody pet your wiener like that to make it happen?" "I pet my own wiener to make it happen." "Can I watch?" Marty wanted to say no, but instead he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them and his boxers down below his balls. "Your wiener is humongous." Marty enjoyed the compliment as he started to quickly masturbate. He knew he had to be fast—he had no idea when Jeffrey's mother or father would come up to get Jeffrey to sleep. "You do it fast." Jeff watched Marty's had flying furiously, his face now resting on Marty's chest, forcing Marty to jerk off with his right hand. "Can I pet it?" Marty again said nothing, as his actions said everything. He took his hand away from his five inch boner and let Jeff's replace it. The little inexperienced hand wasn't certain what to do with what it was grasping. He finally decided to do what Marty had done to him and just rub it up and down. Marty was so turned on that it didn't take long for the inevitable to happen and he fired ropes of cum out of his dick and on to his chest and then down to his belly. He worked hard to stifle the moans and curses he wanted to shout out. Jeff pulled his hand away. It was covered with the final dribbles of the teen's cum. "Ewww, what's that?" "That's cum. Boys shoot it when they get older." "You got it all over your shirt and on your stomach and on my hand and on your hairs. That looks like fun. When will I do it?" "Not until you're like eleven or twelve." "I can't wait to grow up and do it." "It's fun doing it," Marty said. Except for the part of having wads of cum on my shirt, he thought. He buttoned Jeff's pajama pants and shirt and got out of the bed, trying futilely to get the cum off of his shirt. "Don't tell your dad we did this, okay?" "I never tell my dad when I do something nasty. I would have to be dumb like Sammy is." Marty caught the hint that this wasn't the first time the young boy had been "nasty" about something. Marty put his jacket on, happy that the cool weather enticed him to wear it. At least it would cover up the cum stains. He looked down at Jeffrey, to tell him goodnight, and saw that the boy had drifted off to sleep in an instant. Marty covered him with the blankets, kissed him on the forehead, and took the book off the bed and placed it on the desk. He turned out the light on the way out, swearing this was the last time he ever did anything like that with Jeffrey. When he met George downstairs he asked if he could get a ride home. "Always. Is the Hurricane asleep?" "Yeah." "I don't know how you do it. I need to find out your secret formula." Oh, I don't think so, Marty thought. As George drove him the few blocks to his house, Marty asked if he could call him Sparky like Donald did. "Did you look up who Sparky Anderson was?" George asked. "Not yet." "Then the answer is no. You need to find out who he is first." When they reached Marty's house George reminded him to call the next day, and reminded him he's promised to go to Centralia with him on Saturday. Marty said he remembered. "See, ya, Mr. B." George Bednarzyck saw the boy enter his house and then drove off. The boy was an enigma to him. On the one hand he treated Jeffrey like gold and Jeffrey worshiped the very ground he walked on. But he seemed to make no effort to work on things to help keep him sober. He usually acted like he wasn't interested. Maybe those incongruities were all part of being an adolescent, he thought. He just wondered if the good qualities the boy had were enough to keep him from going back out and drinking again. ++++++++++ "So that was the Hurricane's first orgasm," Marty told me. "And the first of other firsts you had with him?" I asked "Yep." "But you won't do the big one with him." Marty gave me one of his patented silent answers. "Marty," I said, "any idiot can see the boy loves you. Hell, he worships you. And from what I gather he's loved you since he was seven. So, yeah, you've had a lot of sex with a boy a lot younger than you, but it hasn't changed what he thinks of you." Marty remained silent. "As it is, one way or the other he's probably going to lose his cherry before the summer is over. So your decision isn't about protecting his virginity. Your decision is about who is going to take it." Marty started to dress, but said nothing. I decided to go on, hoping he was listening to me. "It can be his friend Nicky, or it can be somebody who got to really know him less than a month ago, meaning me. I'm somebody he's turning to because the person he really wants won't do it for him. The person he wants is you, Marty. You know how to make him happy. He loves you. He worships you. You're his big brother. If you take his cherry it will be a great event for him, not just some guy fucking him." Rich finally offered his opinion. "I totally agree with Eric. Totally." Marty continued to dress, saying nothing. I was wondering when he was going to break his silence. I hated it when he got into one of these moods when his only answer was no answer. Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes. Marty zipped up his pants, his mouth set in a straight line. I am sure you have already guessed how that silence was broken. The door burst open and in strode the little windstorm. He was still dressed in only his t-shirt, which was hanging well below his genitals. There was no doubt that he was wearing nothing underneath. He looked up at me, his eyes bright and shining. "So, did you tell Marty when you're going to fuck me?" he asked. As I was grasping for an answer, Marty walked over to him and put his arm around his thin shoulders. "He's not going to do it," Marty said solemnly. "And that's final." I could see the disappointment on the boy's face. "But I thought..." "I'm doing it," Marty said, squeezing Jeffery tightly to his side. There was once again a moment of silence, this one broken by a loud yell from Jeffrey. "Yippee! I knew it! I knew it! Yippee! I knew it!" Jeff stood on tiptoe and pulled on Marty's face. He gave the big teen a kiss on the cheek and then pulled off his t-shirt. He was now completely naked. His pecker was at full mast, a little over three hairless inches of glory. Jeffrey threw the t-shirt on the floor and bounced on to Marty's bed. "I'm so happy that now you get to watch me jerk off." He put his hand around his boyhood and went right to work. I was so horny know I jerked off as I watched the naked twelve year old furiously take care of his horniness and jerk himself to a very quick cum while he bounced lightly on Marty's bed. A clear drop formed at his pee hole after he came, eliciting a delighted squeal from him. He stood up and did a little naked dance around the room as I blew my wad over my chest, belly and pubes. "See, I told you sometimes I get something. I want to cum gallons like Marty does. It's gonna happen soon," he sang as he danced. "And Eric shoots his cum a long way. I love you guys." "I think the hurricane just blew through," Marty said. "I'd blow you if you had time, but I know you gotta go," Jeff said. Marty and Rich had to be at the park to work, so we told the naked wonder good-bye and left him on the bed. It was going to be interesting to see how Marty planned to handle Jeffrey's special moment. Next: Degrees of Separation