Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 11:58:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Phoenixboy <phoenixboy000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fundraiser

THE FUNDRAISER

by Phoenixboy


My buddy John and I were broke.  As two eleven-year-olds, we didn't have
many ways to make money.  Sure, our parents gave us allowances, but neither
of us made very much.  John was sort of a troublemaker and didn't think
twice about doing things that are considered wrong by most people.  He
often stole candy or soda from the local convenience store, and figured out
a way to get CD's past the shoplifting alarm at the music store.  It's
amazing that he never got caught.

The summer was hot, and we spent a lot of time at the mall where it was air
conditioned.  Of course, most of that time was in the video game store.
One day we stood at the display admiring a new video game system that just
came out, but it was far too expensive for us.  John tried to devise a plan
to steal it, but there were just too many security procedures.

"How would you explain it to your parents, anyhow?" I asked.

"Simple," he said, in that matter-of-fact way he had with everything that I
questioned.  "I would keep it for a couple of weeks, saying I borrowed it
from you.  Then you'd take it for a while and tell your parents that it's
mine.  No one would ever know the truth."

It made sense.  And I knew that if he ever came up with a plan that looked
like it would work, I would go along with it.  I always did.  Sometimes I
hated myself for being spineless when it came to John, but he had some
childish control over me that I didn't understand and couldn't fight.

For being a little kid, John was fairly worldly.  He had two teenage
brothers who often gave him dirty magazines that he shared with me, and his
brothers taught him all about things that I heard about second-hand from
him.  John told me things that bewildered and excited me at the same time.

We left the mall, bemoaning the video game that seemed forever out of our
reach.  Out of the clear blue, John asked me, "Have you ever wondered what
a blow job would feel like?"

I laughed nervously, not knowing where this was leading.  With John,
statements like that always led somewhere.  "Yeah, sure.  Why?"

"If someone asked if they could suck your dick, would you let them?"

"I guess it depends on who asked," I said.

"What if they offered to pay you?"

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"I would," he said.  "In a heartbeat."

I thought that conversation was over, but as is usual with John, it led to
something else, something bigger.  As we headed down to another store, John
pulled me into an alley.  He made sure no one else was around before
saying, "I think I know a way we can get that game system."

"Really?  How?"  I naturally thought this was a new topic.  I was wrong.

"Well, I've been doing some thinking.  You know that guy who lives down on
Miller Street that everyone says is gay?"

"David Preston?  Yeah..."  I felt a sinking feeling in my belly.

"I've been keeping an eye on him.  I don't think he's just gay.  I found
this in his mailbox."

"You went through his mail!"  I couldn't believe it.  John kept doing
things that shocked me, things that I would never have thought of doing
myself.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a magazine.  He handed it to
me.  I expected it to be Playgirl or something like that.  Instead, I saw
that it was a magazine with pictures of half-nude boys, many of which were
about our age.

"Wow," I whispered.  "Is this legal?"

"Sure.  There's nothing pornographic in it.  Though I wonder what he has
saved on his computer."

"So what do you want to do?  Blackmail him to get money for the game?"
Somehow, I could see John doing just that.  I wouldn't have the guts.
After all, that Preston guy was in his thirties, and gay or not, he could
snap us in two if he wanted.

"Naw, that's too dangerous."  Good, some sense coming out of him.  "No need
stirring up trouble.  I've got a better plan."

Uh-oh.

"If he likes looking at pictures of boys, I wonder what he'd pay to see the
real thing.  What do you say?"

"I don't know.  If he's a pervert, there's no telling what he'd do.  Maybe
he'd kill us."

"Don't be ridiculous," said John in that condescending manner of his.  "If
he was dangerous, he would've done something by now."

"How do we know he hasn't?" I asked.

"He won't do anything.  There are two of us, right?  He wouldn't chance
it."  Seeing that I was not very comfortable with this idea, he said,
"Look, we don't have to do anything right away.  All we do is go talk to
him, check him out.  If he seems okay, then we take the next step.  What
can go wrong with that?"

"I can think of a few things."

"Wimp."  He punched me lightly a couple of times in the stomach.  "Come on.
It's our only hope of getting that game.  All we need to do is talk with
him."

After a long hesitation, I finally said, "Oh, okay."

Later that afternoon, we found ourselves drifting toward Miller Street.  It
was a lazy Saturday and a lot of people were out working on their lawns and
their cars.  As we passed David Preston's house, we saw that his garage was
open.  He was home, but inside his house.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"Maybe he needs his lawn cut," said John.

"His lawn?  But I thought--"

"Just follow my lead," he said, then walked up to the front door.  I
followed.

He knocked on the door and we shuffled our feet as we waited.  We heard
footsteps, then the door opened.  David Preston looked out.  He was an
average-looking guy with glasses.  He was thin, but was starting to get a
middle-aged gut.  On that day, he wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, and
looked like any other guy in the world.  I don't know where the rumors of
his being gay started, but he didn't seem like it by looking at him.  I
never would've guessed that he liked little boys, either.

"Hi," he said brightly.  He seemed surprised and pleased to see two boys at
his door.  No wonder.  "What can I do for you guys?"

John spoke up without hesitation.  "We were wondering if you needed your
lawn cut."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Preston said jovially.  The lawn was
a bit long.

"Uh, no sir," John said quickly.  "We're just trying to make some money for
a video game."

"Ah.  Noble.  It's good to see two young men trying to raise money honestly
rather than resort to stealing."

John and I exchanged guilty glances.  Did this man know something about us?

Preston laughed.  "Oh, don't worry.  Every boy lifts something a time or
two in his life.  No shame, as long as you don't make a habit of it."

"About the lawn, Mr. Preston..."

"Oh yes," he replied.  "You boys certainly may cut the lawn, if you want.
I've got a mower in the garage.  How's twenty buck sound?  Oh, and call me
David, please.  I hate being called Mister."

"Sure, David," John said.

"Do you have names?" David asked.

John introduced himself and David shook his hand warmly.

"My name's Tommy," I said.

"He speaks!" exclaimed David.  "I was beginning to think you didn't have a
tongue."

We laughed.  He seemed like a very nice guy.  My previous worries about him
were slipping away.

David led us to the garage, where he found the mower.  He started it up for
us, then went back into the house as John and I took turns cutting the
grass.  It took us about a half an hour, and after we were finished we put
the mower back in the garage.  David met us out there and gave us each ten
dollars.

"You fellas look hot.  Want some soda?" he asked.

"Sure," we both said, and meant it.

"Come on inside."  David opened the door for us.  John and I exchanged
glances, then went into the kitchen.  John gave me a nod, then pulled off
his T-shirt.  I followed suit.  I noticed David's eyes quickly scan up and
down our bare torsos, but he acted nonchalant as he found a couple cans of
soda in the fridge for us.  "Have a seat."

We sat down at the table and drank our sodas.  "How much does that system
cost?" David asked us.

"A hundred and fifty dollars," I said.  "But it comes with a free game."

"How much money have you raised so far?"

"Twenty bucks," I said, smiling.  "This was our first job."

David grinned back at me.  He seemed to be enjoying himself.

"We've been trying to figure out ways of making money," said John.
"Cutting grass was one idea."

"Oh yeah?  What were some others."

"Oh, you know..." said John.  He seemed uncertain, which was unusual for
him.  This was the moment of truth.  I didn't have the courage to say
anything, so it was up to John.  Here we were, sitting with our shirts off
in David's kitchen being very friendly with him.  He had already paid us
for one job.  Would he be willing to pay for another?

"It's all right," said David soothingly.  "You don't have to tell me if you
don't want to.  I know how it is.  Sometimes you can think up some pretty
crazy stuff.  When I was your age, I once wanted to start my own newspaper.
But that never happened."

John chewed on his lip, then finally said, "Yeah, we were coming up with
some pretty lame things.  We even thought that we could be models.  Think
anyone would pay to see our bodies?"

A twinkle came into David's eyes.  He put his hand to his chin as if he
were deep in thought.  "Hmmm.  Yeah, I think you could probably make a
dollar or two.  I don't know, can you pose?"

John stood up and flexed his non-existent muscles.  David and I laughed.  I
got up and strutted around like a high-class model.  David cheered.

"Yeah, I suppose you guys could make a mint!" laughed David.

"How much do you think they'd pay us to do nudes?" John asked.  My heart
skipped a beat.  He actually broached the subject.  I looked at David to
see his reaction.  He seemed cool.

"Oh, I don't know.  It may be against the law to pay kids to be
photographed in the nude."

"What about a live performance?" asked John.  He looked David right in the
eye.  David seemed to be calculating, but never broke John's gaze.  John
didn't let him answer.  "How much would you pay?"

"Why do you think I'd pay you anything to see you nude?" David asked.  He
had wariness in his voice, but was still smiling.

John shrugged.  "No reason.  Just goofing around."

I figured that was it.  We lost our opportunity.  It was just as well.

"Like you'd ever really do that," David said.  I glanced sharply at John.
It was a challenge, if I'd ever heard one, though not an outright one.
David was smart.  I now knew that he really wanted to see us naked but
could never come out and say it.  He was checking us out as much as we were
checking him out.

"I just might, if the price was right," said John defiantly.

"So you would actually take off your clothes if someone gave you money?"

"Sure.  Why not?"

"You're a braver boy than I ever was," said David.  "I was very embarrassed
by being naked in front of others.  It doesn't bother you at all?"

"Naw."

"What about you?" David asked me.

"A little."

"Would you strip if someone paid you?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said.  "If I wasn't the only one."

"So let me get this straight," David said, "both of you would take off your
clothes at the same time if someone paid you?"

We both nodded.

"How much?  Let me guess...a hundred and fifty dollars, combined."

John and I looked at each other meaningfully.  John spoke for both of us.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."

David pulled out his wallet.  "I don't believe you."  He removed several
bills and dropped them on the table.

"You won't really give us that money," said John.

"Ah, just as I thought.  You're chickening out."

"So you're really going to pay us to strip?" John asked.

He shrugged.  "You won't go through with it."

"Oh yeah?" John said.  He immediately unbuckled his belt and unzipped his
pants.  He turned to me.  "You too."

I gulped.  My hands shook as they undid my belt.  I unfastened my pants,
then unzipped the fly.  John and I stood there with our pants open.

David leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, as if to say we hadn't
proven anything yet.

"Come on," John said to me, then kicked off his shoes.  I did likewise.  We
removed our socks, then John asked, "Ready?"  I nodded.  We shoved down our
pants and stepped out of them, standing in David's kitchen in nothing but
our underwear.  I hoped the pair I was wearing wasn't stained, but I didn't
dare look.

David seemed to relax.  He glanced at our pants lying on the floor, then
back at us, grinning broadly.  Later, it occurred to me that he probably
suspected that we were plants wired by the police, but by standing nearly
naked before him, he could see that we did not have any communication
devices.  We were on the up-and-up, and he now could enjoy the show.

"Very cute," he said.  I saw that there was a noticeable bulge in his
crotch.  He moved his legs slightly to adjust to this new growth.  "But you
still haven't proven anything."

John seemed to hesitate.  But somehow, I didn't feel uncomfortable any
more.  I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and pulled my underwear slowly
down.  My lower belly was exposed, then my pubic bulge.  My tiny dick
popped clear.  I shoved my underwear to my ankles, then stepped out of
them.

John gaped at me.  Then in a decided move, he whipped down his underwear
and stood upright, as naked as I.  His dick was about as big as mine, short
and thin.  He was uncircumcised, so it was a little longer.  The foreskin
came to a point, hanging down a little past the head.  We were both skinny
and hairless.

David applauded happily, then said, "You know, a hundred and fifty dollars
is a lot of money."  Both John and I became nervous, afraid that David was
not going to give us the money after all.  He continued, "The agreement was
that you were going to model in the nude.  You're half way there, then the
money is yours."

John and I strolled back and forth in front of him, showing off our
genitals to him.  We stopped in front of him and wagged our asses in his
face.  We turned around, our dicks only inches from him.  He was
practically drooling.

"How was that?" John asked.

"Wonderful!"  He was massaging his crotch and breathing heavily.  "I hope
you enjoy your video games as much as I enjoyed this show.  Thank you,
boys."

John thought for a moment, then said, "It sure would be a lot more fun if
we had another game to play."

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"We'll let you suck our dicks for fifty bucks."

Both David and I inhaled sharply.  David asked, "Seriously?"

"Yep," John said.

David's face lit up.  "This is better than my best fantasies.  You boys are
gods."

"So is that a yes?" asked John.

David responded by grabbing John's dick.  He gently pulled John toward him.
He stroked John's cock for a moment.  His other hand strayed down his own
pants, and I realized he was jacking off.  David leaned forward and put his
mouth over John's pecker.  He sucked hungrily.  John's dick stiffened in
David's mouth.  They both moaned.

I felt a stirring between my legs.  I looked down and saw that my penis was
getting hard.  It pointed straight out over my little balls, which looked
like soft walnuts with a line bisecting them.  I couldn't help but tug at
my dick a little to make it feel better.  It now stood straight up.

David noticed me pulling my pud.  He motioned me over to him with his free
hand.  I stepped forward.  He put his hand over my cock and balls and
fondled them.  His hand was a bit cold, but warmed up quickly.  I closed my
eyes, enjoying the motion of his hand on my crotch.

After a little while, David removed his mouth slowly from John's dick,
which was enlarged.  Glowing bright red, the head poked free of the
foreskin.  David now licked my erect cock, which stretched to about two
inches.  He kissed the tip, and let it slip past his lips.  He played with
the tip with his tongue.  It felt fantastic!  I grabbed the back of his
head with both hands and pulled at his hair.  This caused him to suck in
the entire length of my tiny dick.  Then he enclosed my balls in his mouth
as well.  While sucking me off, he massaged my chest, running his fingers
over my nipples.

David pulled away from me, panting hard.  Both John and I were still erect.
David quickly undid his pants and pushed down his underwear.  His dick
popped out, hard and long, surrounded by an enormous mass of black pubic
hair.  He stroked his cock roughly and quickly.  A moment later, he seemed
to remember we were still there.

"Come here," he said to both of us.  We stepped closer to him, unsure as to
what he was going to do now.

He placed his hands on both of our asses and pushed us together, facing
each other.  Our dicks were a mere inch apart.  He grabbed both of them and
brought them together, the heads rubbing against each other.  He then
leaned down and put both dicks in his mouth and sucked energetically while
continuing to jack himself off.

Suddenly, my dick started spasming.  I was frightened because this had
never happened to me before.  However, it also felt very good.  I gasped
loudly.  In a moment, the sensation was over.

David released us and grinned at me.  "I bet that was your first time," he
said.  I didn't know if he meant the blowjob or what my dick had done.

"Yeah," I said.  I noticed that my penis was growing soft, shriveling back
up to its normal small size.

"One of these days you'll actually shoot cum instead of just dry heaving,"
David said.  I didn't really know what he meant.  I knew the word "cum,"
mostly from John, but had never experienced it.

"What about you?" he asked John.

"Nuh-huh," John replied.  For once, he seemed like a little kid to me.

"Come over here," David said to him.  Without waiting for an answer, David
pulled John toward him, turning him around so he faced away.  He pressed
John's backside against him, and I could see David's hard-on squishing
against John's ass.  David reached around John and began jacking him off.
John allowed him, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling.  After a short
while, John lurched back.  His stiff prick vibrated in David's hand.  He
cried out, panting.

David released John.  His little dick became soft, like mine.  John
exclaimed, "Man, that was bitchin'!" I laughed, agreeing with him.

Our host didn't seem to be listening.  He returned to masturbating, pumping
wildly.  Suddenly, white juice squirted from him, covering his T-shirt in
sticky splotches.  He sighed and relaxed.

"Oh, look, at this mess," he said after regaining his breath.  "You boys
are lucky you don't squirt yet."  He found a napkin and wiped himself off.
He fastened up his pants, then looked at us, still standing there naked.
He smiled.  "Go ahead and get dressed."  He pulled another fifty dollars
from his wallet and put it with the rest of the money.  "This is yours."

We got dressed.  John pocketed the money.

"Thank you, boys," David said.  "That was amazing.  We...we can keep it
between us, right?"

"Don't worry," John said.  "We enjoyed it too."  I agreed.

"Enjoy your games.  And if you ever need to buy more, you know where to
find me."

John and I went straight from David's house to the store and bought the
system and a spare game.  The plan of alternating whose house it resided
worked perfectly.  Neither of our parents questioned it, not paying much
attention to our video games.  We did buy more games--many more--with the
help of David Preston.

THE END


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