Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 19:42:12 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Big Dicked Boy

			     A BIG DICKED BOY
				    By
				 Encolpius

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	Life just sucks.

	I don;t want to be here.  My little brother is being a pest.  I
can't stand my parents and they are making it worse by being all up about
me turning 13.  Becoming a teenager.  My mom keeps telling me how I'll
always be her baby and I don't want to be anybody's baby, you know?  I was
the biggest kid in the 7th grade.  I just soared over all of them.  I hated
it.  I hope they catch up.  It sucked.  The teachers treated me different
and I felt like a freak.  And now I'm at the beach with my parents and that
sucks too.  I'm too skinny and too tall.  And I get hard-ons all the time.
For no reason.  Not even thinking about anything dirty.  Well, sometimes I
think about things that are dirty and get hard.  A lof tof times.  But it
happens other times too.  And I have to hide it.  But now we are the beach
and there all kinds of people around and there's me.  Basically, I am in
board shorts and a quick dry shirt and I feel real self-conscious.

	We are staying in this condo that's on the oceanside but you can't
actually see the ocean.  There are two big pools there and you can go to
the beach but you can only use the beach at low tide.  It took us our first
time to know and we figured out that from about 10 am until about 5 pm, we
couldn't use the beach at our condo.  We had to go to the public beach.

	The first time I saw him, I was swimming with my little brother in
the pool. I don't even know why I noticed him.  He was in this basic blue
swim trunk. He's old, like 30 or 40.  But he had incredible muscles.  Not
like all bodybuilder but more like, I don't know, like Tom Daley. Like a
diver or swimmer guy in the Olympics.  Anyway, I noticed.  We even talked a
little bit.  Not about anything really.  That was the first day.

	The second day, we went down to the public beach.  All day.  It was
hot.  I mean, I had fun, I guess.  I played around in the water with my
little brother and the three of us, him and my dad and me, threw around a
football in the surf.  My little brother is better than me at that. I throw
like a girl.  But by the time we got back and had dinner, my little brother
was all sunburned and cranky and my parents were tired.  It was still light
outside and I said was doing down to the dock and to the beach here. I just
kind of wanted to be alone, you know.  What I need was to be ALONE if you
know what I mean.  But that wasn't happening. I'm sharing a bedroom with
the brat and there's only one bathroom and my parents are all up in my
business.

	It just sucks.

	My mom says I can but she gives me a millon warnings and
instructions.  Which I am going to ignore.  But I head down and there's
nobody down there.  I go down and kind of get wedged in among the rocks
that build up the sea wall.  I'm kind of hidden from view and I put my hand
down my pants.  I know I'm not supposed to and then I could get caught butI
did.  And it felt good, I kind of tugged on it and I started to get hard.
I closed my eyes and thought about ... well, I thought about things.

	I didn't hear him.  Not at first. Then he cleared his throat.  I
opened my eyes in terror and saw the guy - the guy in the blue swim trunks
- holding two beers, one in each hand.  I yanked my hand out from my trunks
as fast as I could.

	"Don't let me stop you" he said

	"Um, uh, no, I ...."

	He smiled.  "It must really suck to be stuck with your mom and dad
and little brother and not have anyplace to go to be, um, 'by yourself'"

	"Yeah"

	"We've all been there" he said. "I'm Jack"

	"Brody" I said

	He smiled. "Hi, Brody.  I seem to have an exra beer, if you want
it"

	"I'm not supposed to have beer" I said

	"I didn't ask if you were supposed to have it. I asked if you
wanted to have it"

	I took it and thanked him.  It was sour and bitter and I didn;'t
really like it but I didn;t say so.  I wanted to be cool. Or seem cool.
Besides, I am 13.  Almost 13.  We chatted a bit.  I asked if hw was here
with his family.  He was a grown up after all.

	"No, no family" he said

	"No girlfriend?"  I said, in a kind of smart ass way

	:He shook his head. "I'm gay.  No boyfriend either. By
nyself. Feeling a little lonely.  Looking for somebody to hang out with"

	For some reason, him saying he was gay -- just comeing out and
saying it like it was nothing - kind of made me warm and tingly down there.
In my bathing suit.  You know.

	"Cool" I said. "I don't have anybody to hang out with except my
brother and he's a pain.  And the 'rents.  They're always on my case about
something.  I'm still just a ltttle kid to them"

	"You're not a little kid, Brody.  Not where it counts"

	I looked at him. He was coming on to me. I could tell it.  I didn't
mind it.  He was really good looking.  I mean, sexy.  He was a man.

	"Um, Jack.  I might be gay too"

	He smiled.  "I suppose you know what makes your dick hard.  Of
course, I guess right now, just about anything would.  But I know what I
think might make it really throb"

	 He reached down in to his shorts and dug out his cock and balls,
pulling them up and over the swim trunks.  The hair of his chest and belly
went down into his pubes.  His dick, not hard, was thick and long and his
balls -shaved - were thick and large.  My heart almost stopped.  Breathing
was hard.  It seemed like I couldn't get enough air.  Everything was in
bright relief, so vivid, so burned into my brain. I stared at it in wonder
but anxious and nervous.  But I was hard, so hard.  He told me to touch it.
I did.  It was so amazing. I rubbed as it got hard and it was so amazing.
Incredible. I knew how it felt when I had my hand on my own hardness but
holding his was different.  And I was throbbing.

	"You like that?"  he asked. I nodded.  I did. I surely did. "Come
to my condo tonight.  Number 238.  The end unit on the second building down
there.  Sneak out. I'll leave the sliding glass door open"

	I nodded silently.  I didn't know what to say.  I didn't know what
to do.  I knew that I wanted to go and find out what it meant but I also
was very anxious.  When we walked back and parted, he made sure I knew
which unit was his.  I ate dinner with my family and I guess was too quiet,
lost in my head, and my Mom asked me what was wrong.  I tried to blow her
off but she persistted.

	"We are just getting teenage moodiness a little early" my Dad said
:"Lucky us"

	That kind of made me a bit angry and I shot him a dirty look but it
didn't do any good. It's stupid to just dismiss another person like that.
But I definitely wasn't about to share with them what I was thinking about.
No way.  Not in a million years.  For one thing, it would all be Jack's
fault when the truth was that I liked it and wanted more.  We played a
stupid board game after dinner but my sullen mood I guess ruined everything
and they were all tired from too much sun and too much fun on the beach.
By 10 we were all in bed, which was past my little brother's bed time
anyway.  I couldn't sleep of course.  I just thought about Jack.  I went
through it carefully in my mind.  What if I got caught?  What if they found
out?  What if I got there and he was like a rapist or something?  What if
he like kidnapped me?  What if I couldn't do the deed?  What if. what if,
what if it was over too fast?  I was so hard thinking about it.  the thing
is, and it's the only thing, I wanted to go.  I wanted to find out.  I
wanted to know.

	Sneaking out was easy.  They were all asleep. I was quiet as a
mouse out the sliding glass door.  I walked fast through the grass on the
oceanside past dark condo's, trying to keep my mind clear of the doubts and
fears and anxieties swirling in my head.  It was a warm muggy night with no
breeze and I didn't make a sound.  When I got to his unit, the one that he
had said was his, he had made a point of letting me know, it was dark.  My
heart sank.  I had snuck out for nothing.  He was just messing with me.  He
hadn't meant it.  He was yanking my chain.  Laughing at me.

	I tried the door anyway.

	It was unloacked.

	I was still hesitant.  Still anxious.  Still didn't know if he were
some evil child molester, a pervert.  All those thoughts raced through my
head.  One thing might go really right or a million things really wrong.
It was a huge risk.  I stepped into the empty condo and saw that his
bedroom light was on, the door open. I walked toward it.

	"Jack" I said as I got to the bedroom door.

	He was in bed with a hard on, looking at porn on his telephine.
When he saw me, he broke into a big grin.

	"Hey Brody!  I'm glad you came" he said.  He patted the bed, "Come
here I want to see that hot, fine body of yours.  I want to touch it"

	I was hard in an instant.  Throbbing hard.  But I was still
incredibly anxious and nervous.  I got on the bed for sure but I wasn't
relaxed. I was board staright, my arms crossed across my chest, not looking
at him. I was clothed.  He wasn't/ When he put his hand on my thigh, I
jumped just a little.  I wasn't trying not to look at it, at his thing, big
and swollen and hard, hairy and full.  He told me it was going to be all
right and I believed him. He moved his hand over to my crotch and felt my
hardness.  Slowly, reluctantly, I uncrossed my arms and moved my hand over
to his hip.  I still wasn't looking at him. I got it that far but I
couldn't go any further.  He reached over and put my hand on his hard dick.
It felt amazing.  Like the best thing ever.

	"Let me see you, Brody" he said

	I undid my shorts and hiked up my butt to pull them off.  I just
kind of kicked them to the end of the bed.  My boner tented up my boxer
shorts some but my boxers mostly shielded me from him.  I was bit reluctant
to pull off my shirt because I am so impossibly skinny and scrawny. I am
like chicken legs and twigs on a bean pole.  Then, my heart racing, I
pulled off my boxers.

	"Goddamn, Brody, You are packing some serious fucking heat there.
Fuck!  How old are you?"  I lied and told him I was 13 "Shit that is one
monster fucking dick.  You are not leaving here without fucking me with
that thing.  Goddamn."

	"Okay" I said hesitantly.

	'I like your pubes" he said, running his hand through them.  It
wasn't like they were al the way filled in or anything.  He played with my
balls and that felt good. I think my balls were as big as his.  "This is so
fucking wrong but, fuck, that thing is too good to not be used.  When was
the last time you nutted?"

	For a second I didn't know what he meant.  Then I did. "Like 2, 3
days ago"

	"Shit, kid.  That thing needs to be worked out more than that.
Milk it every day. You're going to cum quick.  But remember, you promised
to fuck me with that thing.  Right? Remember?"

	"Uh huh"

	Then he put my dick in his mouth

	Oh man.

	Oh man!

	"Oh God!"  I cried out.  I shot a load right in his mouth.

	"Shit" he said, smacking his lips.  "You needed that"

	I didn't know what to do.  I was embarassed.  It took like 5
seconds and I popped.  Nothing.  No time at all. I was mortified.  Plus,
all the lust I had felt was drained out of me.  Well, not all. He was there
still, still naked, still hard. still sexy as all get out.  He stroked
himself idly and reminded me that I had promised to fuck him.  Then he let
me know he wanted me to suck him.  So, I leaned over, still naked but no
longer hard.  A little bit of cum dripped off my dick.  But he was hard and
that was a beautiful, veiny, hard cock.  I couldn't get it all the way
down.  I gagged.  Then he had to remond me about my teeth.  But I blew him
as hard as I could and soon I was hard again.  I really kind of liked
sucking his dick. It was a turn on.  He moaned and rubbed my hair, telling
me I was doing a good job and I was kind of proud of that. Knowing I could
make him feel good -- make anybody feel good -- when I didn;'t really know
what I was doing.

	"You want to fuck me now?"  he asked

	 I nodded.  I was scared.  I would have continued doing what I was
doing but I had promised.  Besides. tha's what you're supposed to do right?
That's what sex is?  He got a small bottle and dribbled down some of it, a
cold glop on my dick and rubbed it around. That felt good.  I usualy use
lotion but that stuff was better.  Then he rubbed some in his butt.

	"Don't I need a condom?"  I asked.  I knew about those

	He told me I didn't.  And I accepted it.  He was a grown up.  He
knew about this things.  He kind of had to help me get my dick in there,
which was kind of embarassing.  Then it was.  I pushed it all the way in.

	And wow.

	"Yeah, fuck me with that big dick, big boy" he said, stroking
himself.  "fuck me with that big dick"

	I went al the way in. I knew basically what you were supposed to do
and I guess there is an instinct.  Plus, I knew it felt good.  I kind of
flexed my butt cheeks to move it a little bit in and out.  I felt
absolutely amazing.  The best thing I had ever felt in my whole entire
life.

	"You can fuck me, Brody.  Fuck me hard" he said.  "I'm a total size
queen.  I love big dicks. Now, pound me with that monster"

	So I did.  At least I tried.  It took me a minute to realize that
if I got haunched up over him I would have a better angle to really drive
it in him.  Particularly since he really wanted it.  The weird thing was
that as I was doing it, I felt super masculine.  Like a man.  In fact, I
never felt more male than that.  And it felt great.  I guess I was happy
that he was enjoying it but, in a way, I didn't care.  I was loving it.  I
was getting mine. But he was loving it too and I was proud of that.

	"Yeah, pound me with that middle school dick.  That middle school
monster.  Fuck me, Brody.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me like a bitch" he said,
stroking his dick.

	I was grunting as I pounded it in.  I couldn't help him. He was
moaning too. I held on to his hips and just did it.  I could hear our
bodies slapping together.  I could hear it over out groans and moans.  I
hear him jacking himself.  Then I felt him go all tesse and he cried out to
God.  I don't know but that was the trigger.  I couldn't hold it.

	My dick twitched as it unloaded in him.

	I pulled it, breathing hard.  Right then and there, I had trouble
proceessing it.  I was naked and he was naked and I had done it in his
butt. I looked around for my shorts and put them on.

	"That was something.  Thanks, Brody" Jack said

	"Thanks" I mumbled

	"That's a helliva piece of meat, kid.  You're gonig to need to
share that thing around" he said, laughing

	I was embarrassed.  "Thanks" I said as I fled the room.

	On the way back in the quiet of the night, I almost forgot which
condo was ours but then I figured it out. I opened the door slowly and made
it to my room, nobody the wiser.  I sank in bed and thought about it.  It
really had been totally cool.  Totally cool But I couldn't even tell
anybody about it and that sucked.  But when I woke up the next day, I
wasn't a virgin anymore.  I went by Jack's place tjjat mext dau/ but he
wasn't there.  He had checked out.  I was bitterly disappointed.  Having
done it once, I wanted to do it again.

	But Jack taught me one thing: fuckng is the best.