Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2010 11:43:21 -0800 (PST) From: Tim Smith Subject: The Hung Nerd - Chapter One DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a boy discovering his sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. THE HUNG NERD You don't come across them very often, but once in a while you meet a kid who is beyond their years. I mean, aren't all 12 year old boys supposed to be shy, inhibited and avoiding? Then there was Ben. Ben is the son of a co-worker of mine. It's 5 o'clock in the morning, we're driving to a college football game in northern California and this kid is talking my ear off! Well maybe it's because I'm kind of a hero to him. Oh crap, I'm confusing you. Just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I know how to write. My name is Ryan. I'm a computer nerd. A 26 year old computer software developer. Games to be specific. Games that boys 11 to 16 love. Oh who are they kidding? It says 11-16 on the box but it's more like 11 to 45! So anyway, I am the typical nerd -- the shy, inhibited and avoiding type -- short (5'7") and skinny - no hair style to talk of, plain clothing, I drive an old car and this 12 year old is talking to me like we're two buddies. I normally avoid kids. I never really had friends when I was a kid and now I have even less in common with them. At least he's talking about something I know about -- the games I developed. I decided to develop games when I realized I really didn't have much of a childhood. I was an only child in a rural community, too shy for friends, not an adventurist for anything for fear that I'd be made fun of. Programming computers was my only love back then and now by developing games, I feel I can partially re-live my childhood. It's one of those "I wish I knew then, what I know now" scenarios. I've come a long way, but I'm still a stereotypical nerd. I swear Ben's gone on non-stop chatting for over an hour. He's like the opposite of what I used to be. I can't imagine being alone with an adult this long let alone talking to one like he is. It was kind of cool to see Ben's excitement over my latest release. Ben's dad Robert is in the back, sleeping. Not the back seat, the back bedroom. I'm driving a Class A motor coach RV and we're going tailgating at the state university -- Robert's alma mater. The RV was given to me by my grandparents. It's the nicest thing I own. They used it for one year driving across the country as the start of their retirement and ended up deciding they enjoyed cruising much more. So they gave it to me. I haven't used it too much but Robert talked me into driving him and his son to the university because the RV would "kick ass as tailgate party central." Robert is kind of my boss, but really has no understanding of what I do. He is very popular with the ladies in the office and in some ways, he gets my attention too. Yes, I'm not only a nerd, but I'm also gay. And since I'm so socially inverted, I'm of course still in the closet. So I accepted the position of chauffeur even though I hate getting up early, I've never been to a football game and I'm not a drinker. But at least the RV was getting some use. I told my grandparents about it and my grandfather went into a long story of his college athletic days which I politely listened to all the while bored out of my mind. But he did give me this $100,000 gift and I really do love him and grandma a lot. So Robert is in the back taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't have to drive. Instead, he gets to sleep and I'm up front with his kid who idolizes me but would otherwise ignore my presence on this Earth. Ben is a typical 12 year boy. Well, actually more attractive than a typical 12 year old boy. He's very cute, with a hair style I put in the Justin Bieber category. Well, actually he's almost a dead ringer for Greyson Chance who I saw on Ellen. Look him up and you'll know exactly what Ben looks like. Brown hair, brown eyes, a light patch of freckles sprinkled over his nose and onto his cheeks. Skinny faded jeans, canvas sneakers with bright green laces and a bunch of various rubber bracelets symbolizing things I've probably never heard of. He wore an oversized maroon sweatshirt with a large logo of the university we were driving to. I know what you're thinking; I was lusting after this boy and wanted to get him naked. Not the case. I'm not into kids. To me, I felt so far on the other side of the spectrum from him -- I had absolutely nothing in common with him other than he played my games. He really was doing all the talking and I was nodding or "uh huh"ing the whole time. Not that I have a type of guy I like. Well, I guess I've been more attracted to Asians but it's probably because I work with so many. I like their smooth bodies. But I've never even been on a date. I have had sex, but there's never been a relationship involved. It's easy for me to get sex, but there's a good reason. I have a huge dick. 9 inches long by 6 inches around. Not the biggest on record, but it is usually bigger than any guy I've been with has ever had in their hands. It's easy to get some action -- when I'm horny, I log onto my favorite local chat room, use a dick pic as my profile photo and boom -- the IM's come flowing in. Within 10 minutes of sifting through them, I have a guy on his way to my place ready to pleasure me. I always look for an Asian guy but that's not a pre-requisite. Most times I don't even have to recip, but if he's my type (smooth body), I have some additional fun. I'm not saying this is the ideal life, but I am only 26 and there's plenty of time for relationships in a few years. Well, as long as he pushes the relationship thing. If it were up to me and my shy personality, I'll be single forever. But today, I had different plans for getting off. No -- not with Ben. If anything, the way he was idolizing me, Ben was going to get in the way of my plans. Maybe you don't realize, but when you have a big dick, it takes a lot of blood to get it rock hard like you may experience all the time. Especially you young guys. I get hard, but not rock hard. So, every so often, I plan a day of stroking and to get to this level of pleasure, I pop a Cialis to make sure I get rock hard and stay that way. I don't need the pill to get hard, but it does give me that extra edge that makes it so hard and feels so damn great! That was my plan today. Today, I had no intention of going into the game. Robert only had tickets for himself and Ben but I was fine with that because I had the luxury of my RV and hours alone to stroke off a 3 day reservoir of cum. I popped the pill while I was driving -- thank God Ben thought it was a vitamin. He went off on a tangent on what vitamins he takes and how his mom is a health nut always pushing herbal crap down his throat. That led to science class at school, then to him and his friends blowing up stuff, then to a hose fight, then to riding bikes to the lake in town, then camping with his scout troop, then him just turning 12 last month although they let him go on the camping trip that summer even though 11 year olds weren't supposed to go but he was best friends with the scout leader's kid, then to skinny dipping while they were hiking, then to... what, skinny dipping? I suddenly became interested in what he was saying. I challenged him that he was making that part up. He swore he wasn't and elaborated that there were about a dozen boys and two leaders and it was a very hot day this past summer (I remember the heat wave) and they took a break from hiking along a stream. One thing leads to another and most of the boys and both leaders strip down to their underwear and some down to nothing as they splashed away in the cool water! Ben told me how the water was only two feet deep so you could see everything on everybody -- even the adults! Soon they were smearing mud on each other and it looked like poop. Oh right -- Ben is still a 12 year old. That's funny to him. I wanted to know if anyone got turned on, but I couldn't just come out and ask. I hinted that the leaders may have inhibited their fun but he reassured me they were the main targets of the mud. Everyone smeared them with it until they were covered everywhere (and he put extra emphasis on "everywhere"). I asked him if they fought back but he answered with an unexpected "What happens on the camping trip, stays on the camping trip." I looked over at him and he just smiled back. I wonder if that was something his leaders made each boy promise to say or if Ben just heard the saying before. I was intrigued that Ben was talking a bit naughty with me. I had to stay cool, because if I popped a boner imagining the scene, that thing was not going to go down! I tried to change the subject, but Ben kept it on nudity. He said he was nervous about getting a sports physical for school "because the doctor plays with your balls" and about the school showers which are required in the grade he would be in the next school year. I tried to tell him they'd be no big deal, but both issues were why I never went out for sports. That and the fact that I suck at all athletics. He told me about peeking at his 17 year old cousin who stayed with them for a week this past summer. At first I wasn't sure if it was a male or female but he eventually made a comment about her tits. He was trying to talk like his dad. It was cute -- him trying to be a little man. I knew I liked guys when I was Ben's age but you think I'm shy now? I had such sexual desires during puberty but never tried anything with anyone. I lie. I did fool around with one boy, but it's only because he "pressured" me into it. Sorry to change subjects, but I never told anyone about this before. My parents dragged me to a party at their friend's house -- turns out it was a pool party. I didn't know this and apparently neither did my parents. They had a son -- he was 16 and I was 14. Pretty soon, we were up in his room as he was instructed to find a bathing suit that would fit me. I'm skinny now but back then I was a skeleton. This kid was a bit husky so none of his current suits were going to fit me. He said we had to go to the attic where his old clothes were in a box ready to be handed down to his younger cousin who was like 12 at the time. And just like that, he yanked down his shorts and underwear and pulled his shirt over his head. He struggled with his shirt so his naked body was on full display for me while his face was stuck in his shirt. Wow, my first real live penis on display for me! He had a lot of pubes -- darker and fuller than mine and a short chubby dick. Shorter than mine but fatter with a big head. I remember it wiggling as he struggled with his shirt. He stayed soft, but I got hard instantly. I was already 6 inches at this age so I was used to adjusting it up into my waistband to hide it. I had just pulled my hand out of my shorts when he successfully got his shirt over his head. He was all red in the face and I'm sure I was too. Now he was completely naked from head to toe and I know I had a hard time (literally) not staring at him. He caught me looking a few times and I immediately looked away. He walked across the room and bent over to pick up a pair of swim trunks on the floor. When he bent over, I saw his ball sac between his legs. He came back to me while pulling on his dick to adjust it. I noticed some boys do that a lot. Then he put on the bathing suit and asked me how I liked it. I truthfully told him I think they looked good on him. He thought otherwise and yanked them off again. He stood there naked while he went through his drawer for another pair. I could tell he was getting a semi. His chubby dick was a bit puffier and stuck out a bit more. In a flash, he had on his new bathing suit and was pulling on his dick to adjust it. I believe he was getting a boner being on display like that and covered it at the last minute to hide it from me. He said something like that bathing suit made his package display better and he wanted to get the attention of the girls at the pool. None of the girls outside were really very attractive. In fact, I thought they were all related to him. I think he was just trying to give the fit of the bathing suit the credit of his semi tenting the front of them. I followed him down the hall to a door that led to the attic. As we climbed the steps, the air temperature changed drastically. It was hot as hell up there! It must have been 115 degrees! He popped open a storage container and pulled out 3 bathing suits and told me to try them on. He was already sweating even though all he had on was his bathing suit. I was still in my t shirt and cargo shorts. I took the trunks and started walking to the stairs but he stopped me and repeated that I should try them on. I said I intended to - down in the bathroom. He called me a pussy and said to just do it there because he wasn't coming back up in that sauna attic to put the others back. He was being impatient and I remember being a bit scared that he may hurt me (I was a pussy). So I pulled down my shorts and underwear and faced away from him but he came in front of me to hand me the other suits. He obviously wanted to see my dick and didn't bother to sneak peeks -- he was looking right at it. That was a bold move and I got a funny gay feeling. My dick was still swollen from his naked exhibitionism downstairs. I remember thinking, "Oh my God -- he's going to know I'm gay because I have a boner!" I still had my shirt on, but it was short on me because I was so tall. Everything was on display. To that point, I really didn't know I was hung. My hard dick was pointing out from my 14 year old body and this kid just stared at it. Until he whistled and made a comment that I was going to be "one hung dude" when I got older, I didn't know if he was going to beat me up, tell everyone downstairs that I was gay and popped a boner or what. That compliment made me smile and my dick swelled to capacity. He interrupted our staring at my dick by handing me a pair of trunks to try on. He basically ignored the fact that I was naked and hard, although he never stepped away so it was out of his view. The trunks slid up my legs ok, but my hard dick forced me to stretch them over it and it tented the front. I'm sure that only exaggerated my dick size on my lanky frame. He told me I couldn't go downstairs like that and asked if I jerked off. I nodded and took that as direction to do just that. I pulled the bathing suit down and stripped off my shirt out of habit as I always jerked off in my bedroom completely naked. So there I was, naked except my sandals -- stroking away in front of a 16 year old boy I never met. My first exhibition act and I loved it! I broke out of my shell and was actually "having sex!" Soon after I began, an even bigger bulge appeared in his bathing suit and I really wished he would whip his out and join me. All I had to do was ask but I didn't have the guts! Thank God he didn't need my encouragement. He pulled down the front of his bathing suit and out popped his own erection. He said he had to shoot too. I liked how big his head swelled. I felt okay staring at him because he was staring at me. He only pulled his suit low enough for his dick to be out while I was completely naked. I felt my balls swinging as I stroked -- hanging as low as they could get due to the heat of the attic. I was so excited to be in this situation that I knew I would bust in no time. Until he told me to "Do me." I must have turned white because I really didn't know what he meant. Stroke him? Suck him? Bend over for him? This was 14 years ago and the internet was not what it is today. But being the nerd I was, I did find access to plenty of gay porn sites so I knew what the options were for gay sex. He must have sensed my ignorance because he grabbed my free hand and wrapped it on his stubby dick. What a feeling -- a gay boy's first feel of another boy's hard dick. I didn't even think about asking him to touch me, but even if I did think of it, I doubt I would have had the nerves to say it. So instead, I pumped both of us in the middle of his attic. He only lasted about a minute which surprised me. He came first -- shot me right above my navel. I felt it drip down and pool in my innie. That sent me to the edge and I started breathing heavy -- hard to do in the heat of the attic. He sensed my oncoming orgasm and backed away to avoid the shots. My last memory was his still hard cock sticking out of his bathing suit with a long drip of cum hanging from its tip. I shot the biggest load of my young life -- arching in the hot attic air before landing on the dusty boards below us. The wet spots were very obvious on the otherwise dry dusty floor. We both were breathing heavy and sweating like pigs. The lust was over and reality set in quickly as we both shamefully pulled our bathing suits on and headed to the attic steps. We didn't speak of it the rest of the day and I never repeated the act with him. But it did fuel many months of masturbation sessions after that! Back to the current, it's just starting to get light out but we're still over an hour away from the stadium. I didn't question Ben any further on the skinny dipping. I wanted to know more, but it just didn't seem appropriate for me to ask. Now that it was getting lighter, I did look over at him when we talked. He was such a small guy, and only 12. I determined later that he's around 4'9" and maybe 80-85 pounds. Really much cuter than I or any of the kids in my class ever were. I would imagine if Ben was in my class, I would have really lusted after him. Of course I wouldn't have done anything about it other than hope to see him in his underwear before and after gym class. I looked, but didn't see any bulge in his crotch because his sweatshirt covered it. Like I said before, he had those skinny jeans on. They were tight. I liked the way they fit him. Ben said he was thirsty and I told him to grab us a few sodas from the fridge. He undid his seatbelt but before he stood, he stretched. First his arms above his head, then he cracked his back by twisting side to side and then, OMG, then he arched his back by pushing his crotch up in the air and forward! His little boy bump was quite obvious in his tight jeans. Nothing enormous, but you could definitely tell he was all boy! I'm certainly no expert on boy packages, but it seemed odd to me to be so profound on Ben's body. Maybe it was his jeans, maybe he was an early bloomer or maybe he had a boy boner. I just remember my growth spurt didn't happen until I was 13. And it grew fast! Not my body stature, just my dick. My mom got mad when I told her my new underwear didn't fit anymore 3 months after she bought them. She must have talked with my pop because a few days later, there were new undies on my bed after school. These were a more expensive stretchy material. I remember how sexy they felt -- especially over a boner. I have bought that style ever since. So Ben comes back with one soda and one beer and tells me his dad lets him drink beer. Doubt must have been written on my face so he tried to reassure me it was true. Apparently, it only occurs when his mom isn't home and "the guys" are over. He also drinks when they go tailgating. I questioned why his dad would let his 11 year old son get drunk. He said he only has one beer and he doesn't get drunk -- only a little buzzed. He also said his dad only thinks he has one. He looked back to where his dad was sleeping in the rear bedroom so he wouldn't be heard. Then he reminded me that he was 12 now and what happens in the motor home, stays in the motor home. I looked at him and he had a big smile and winked at me. I asked what he was referring to (I really didn't know what was going through his young mind). He teased that I could always look the other way whenever he went over to the fridge and if he accidently opened a beer thinking it was soda, they he could always pour it onto a cup with a lid and nobody would ever know. I said it was a nice try but I wasn't going to get tossed in jail for supplying beer to a kid. If his father gave it to him, that's one thing, but not under my watch. I motioned with my thumb back to the fridge and after a few whines, he exchanged the beer for a Coke. I would imagine Ben's great personality and good looks normally gets him just about anything he wanted -- even if it was a beer at 6:30am! Ben pretended to be mad and didn't say much after that. It was the quietest it had been on this trip. I spent the time thinking about Ben getting drunk and skinny dipping and various other inappropriate thoughts of him being my friend when I was a kid -- the trouble we'd probably get into. I probably wouldn't have turned out so nerdy and shy. I'm sure Ben was thinking about how he could manipulate me into getting his way later. About a half hour later, I saw signs for a rest stop and flipped on the turn signal. I asked Ben if we should wake up his dad to take a leak. He recited a time when that was done in the past and the result was a grouchy old man for the next two hours. Ben questioned why we needed to stop if we had a bathroom in the RV. I had yet to fill the fresh water holding tank so we didn't have anything to flush with. Being the nerd that I was, I had pre-planned this stop with research because it contained a potable water filling station. I brought the coach to a gentle halt so Robert wouldn't wake up and off Ben and I went to the welcome center. Typical self serve place with a large map of the state on the wall, tourist brochures, vending machines and corridors to ladies' and men's bathrooms. Ben followed me in and I purposely picked the urinal on the right end. I always go to the right end out of habit. I think back in high school, that was the furthest away from the door. Even though I was hung, in high school that would just have been another thing to pick on "the nerd" about. I could imagine the remarks, "What a waste to have such a big dick on such a nerd!" I realized the right urinal at the rest stop was the lower hanging children's urinal so I moved over one to the last adult urinal. There were stainless steel dividers between all the urinals except between these two where you could see the remnants of the bracket that used to hold it. It had obviously been broken off. These things are installed to last forever. I thought perhaps a perv broke it off in hopes of peeking at a little boy. Just as I pulled down my zipper Ben appeared to my right. This was curious to me. He's 12 years old and plenty tall for any of the 6 adult urinals on the wall, but he chose to piss right next to me. It's an unwritten rule that you should have at least one urinal space between pissers in a public bathroom. Only exceptions are when it's crowded or there are dividers. I was worried. Even though I wasn't engorged, Cialis makes my flaccid dick puff out and it looks like a normal man's erect girth. I'm still soft but it's quite a site when it's puffed like this. I am concentrating so much on hiding my dick with my hand and clothing, I had not bothered to notice Ben unzipped his pants until I heard his stream hitting the back of the urinal. I relaxed enough for my own stream to start flowing before I took a peek over at Ben. I was now glad that perv broke the divider. He didn't seem like such a perv now that his handy work benefitted me. Ben had only opened his zipper but I did see his penis head beyond his thumb and pointer finger which held it just below his crown. I had no idea how big a 12 year old boy's dick was supposed to be. It looked small but I kind of expected it to be. I was only looking out of the corner of my eye so he wouldn't think I was looking. Ben wasn't so shy. His head was slightly turned in my direction and his glance was towards my crotch. I looked down at my crotch and determined he could probably see as much of me as I could of him. His stream stopped but mine continued very slow. The excitement of Ben's curiosity was giving me a shy bladder but luckily, it still flowed -- just slowly. Ben shook his off and then shook it off again -- the whole time moving his glance from his own penis and back to mine. I finally stopped pissing and shook it. Then I just stood there waiting for Ben to zip up and leave. We both stood there holding our dicks for way too long than necessary. I shook mine again to make it seem as though I was still dripping. Ben stopped pissing well over a minute ago. I was starting to get turned on that this kid was not hiding the fact that he wanted to see my dick. Before I got a full on boner, I gave in and gave Ben a full view of my slightly engorged, puffy from Cialis dick. I had no choice because I needed both hands to stuff it back into my pants. Ben never completely looked in my direction but I bet he didn't know his glance was slightly off center. He probably thought only his eyes were moving, but I definitely caught him. As soon as I packed my meat away, he popped his dick away and we met at the stainless steel sinks. We made eye contact in the mirrors above the sinks. He made no expression until I smiled at him. He smiled back. Probably too big of a smile to just be returning one. We shared an experience in this bathroom -- however innocent it was. 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