Short Changed


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Short Changed

It was toward the end of my first quarter in school. Just out of the Navy, I was going to school on the GI bill. I couldn't keep my eyes off one boy in my algebra class. I don't guess he was drop-dead handsome, but I thought he was cute as hell. Looking at him never failed to give me a hard-on. He sat in the same row I did but across the aisle on the other side of the room. I had to turn in my seat to look at him. I tried not to make it obvious, but a time or two he noticed me looking, and I had to quickly turn away or pretend I was looking somewhere else. Chicken that I was, I had never spoken to him. Hell, he was eighteen I guessed, and I was twenty-six. He probably thought I was some old fucking man if he'd even noticed me. Sure, I could have gone and sat nearer to him, but I thought that would have been too obvious. Besides, another guy already sat next to him.

We sometimes gathered in groups to work on projects, but we usually got together with the people sitting close by. It would have seemed odd for me to have walked across the room to sit in a group with him. I had to confine myself to getting an eyeful whenever I could.

Then, on one last class project, the instructor had moved the tables around and asked us to join with people we hadn't worked with before, and the kid sat down at a table that I was already standing by. Naturally, I sat down beside him.

"I'm John," I said, holding my hand out to him.

"I'm Samuel," he said, and we shook hands.

The kid was smart. He knew more about the project we were working on than I did.

After the class was over and I was getting my things together to leave, Samuel said, "Do you have another class?"

"No, I'm through for the day."

"Yeah, me too," he said. "Can I buy you some coffee or something?"

"Yeah...sure. You want to go to the cafeteria or to the snack bar?"

"Snack bar is okay with me," he said, "if it's okay with you."

"Fine with me; you're buying."

He grinned: "Yeah."

Walking to the sack bar, I asked him, "Are you going to be here next quarter?"

"No, I'm transferring to Cascade. I'm finally moving out of my parent's house into an apartment with some other guys."

"Cool," I said, but I didn't mean it. I was disappointed he wasn't going to be around.

We got our coffee at the snack bar, he paid for it, and I followed him to a table off by itself. After a minute of awkward silence, he said, "You're older -- I mean it's obvious you aren't just out of high school. Were you in the military or something?"

"Navy, I said.

"Did you go to Afghanistan or to Iraq?"

"No, I was assigned to an aircraft carrier stationed in Japan.

"How was it?"

I loved it. I got to go to Korea, the Philippines, Hong Kong, and Thailand while I was there. I loved Thailand. The beaches there reminded me of San Diego.

"You lived in California?"

"Yeah, both in the San Francisco Bay area and in San Diego."

"Lots of gays down in California, aren't there, especially in San Francisco?"

"Yeah, there's a bunch."

"Did you ever go to a gay bar?"

I raised an eyebrow wondering where this conversation was leading: "Yeah, a few."

"Are you gay?" he asked.

"Uh...why do you ask?"

"Well, I saw you looking at me."

I didn't try to deny I had been. "You're a good-looking kid. I like looking at good-looking people."

"Good-looking girls and guys?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said.

"But mostly good-looking guys?"

"Yeah, mostly good-looking guys," I said.

"Me, too," he said.

"No shit? You're gay?"

"I guess I am."

"What do you mean, you guess you are?" I said. "Don't you know? Hell, although I didn't have a name for it at the time, I was queer in the first grade. It was the cutest boy in the class I was in love with not the cutest girl."

"Did you ever do anything with a guy? You know -- have sex with a guy?"

"Oh, yeah."

"How old were you the first time?"


"Was it with another kid?"

"No, it was with a man."

"No shit? How did it happen?"

"I hadn't come out as queer. I guess I haven't really come out yet, at least not to my parents and relatives, but they live back in Texas where I lived at the time. I'd heard guys talking about this corner in downtown Fort Worth where queers would pick a kid up and give him a blowjob, and I wanted to know what it felt like to get one, so I went downtown and stood on the corner."

"Did you get picked up?"


"Did you get a blowjob?"

"No, I got fucked."

"No shit?"

"No shit. I was an innocent fifteen-year-old who hadn't even jacked off another kid, and I got fucked."

"What happened?"

"He took me to his house, into his bedroom, and helped me off with my clothes. He grabbed my hard dick, and I was so turned on that I came as soon as he touched it. `Horny little fucker, aren't you?' he said, and kissed me. After the kiss, he pushed me back onto the bed and took off his clothes."

"Was his dick hard?"

"Yeah, and it was the biggest dick I'd ever seen."

"How big?"

"Well, I didn't measure it, but it had to be close to eight inches."

"Is that when he fucked you?" Samuel asked.

"No, that's when I blew him?"

"You sucked his cock, too?"

"Yeah, I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching him undress, and when he was naked, that eight-inch cock was right in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and guided his cock to my mouth."

"What did you do?"

"I opened my mouth."


"He stuck his cock in it and slid it in and out until he came."

"And he spurted into your mouth?"


"Did you swallow it?"

"I had no choice. He had hold off the back of my head and had his cock still in my mouth. He didn't pull it out until I swallowed his spunk."

"What was it like? What did it taste like?"

"Hell, I don't know. It tasted like cum. You never tasted it? You never tasted your own? Have you ever jacked off with another kid?"

"I never tasted it," he said, "and I've never done anything with another guy? How did he come to fuck you?"

"I'm already sitting on the bed so he pushes me back on it and climbs on top of me, kissing me and dry humping me, his hard dick rubbing against my hard dick. When he spit on his hand and rubbed the spit on my butt-hole, and stuck his finger into it, I figured I was getting fucked."

"What did you say or do?"

"Nothing, and the next thing I knew, his hard dick was pressing against my hole. He kept thrusting until it was inside me."

"What did it feel like?"

"It fucking hurt. His dick was too big for a tight virgin ass like I had."

"What happened next?"

"He gave me a ride home."

"Have you been fucked since?"

"Oh yeah, a bunch."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot."

"Do you like big dicks? Guys on every porn site I've gone to has a huge dick."

"I -- I mean, obviously I like cock. I like everything about them. I like to look at them; I like to suck them, and I like to get fucked by them, but the size of a guy's dick hasn't ever been that important to me. If anything, I like the smaller ones.


"I can get the whole thing in my mouth and it doesn't hurt to get fucked by it, and besides, I guess I just have a thing for smaller dicks. I guess that first guy who fucked me instilled a fear in me for big dicks. My butt-hole wouldn't close properly for days after he fucked me."

"Really? I thought all guys had a thing for big dicks. On this one porn site, the guys all have huge dicks, and they all say how much they like big dicks on other guys."

"Porn sites aren't reality," I said. "That guy, the one with the eight-inch dick, had the biggest dick I've ever had. I would guess most dicks on the guys I've fooled around with haven't been longer than six inches. Most of the time, I've had a longer dick than the other guy.

"How big is yours?"

"Just shy of six inches."

"What's the smallest dick anyone you've been with had?"

"About four inches. I fucked this kid in Thailand that didn't have much more than four inches."

"A kid?"

"Well, I never asked him his age, and he could have been eighteen -- hard to tell how old some of those Thai boys were -- or he could have been sixteen, but he approached me, so I wasn't the first one to fuck him."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Oh yeah. I believe in giving and receiving."

"Did you like getting fucked by such a small dick?"

"I liked that he liked it. I liked pleasing him. I've had sex with a guy and never gotten off myself and still enjoyed it. Sex isn't just about getting your rocks off."

"Would you have sex with a guy that had a cock that was smaller than four inches?"

"Fuck -- sure. If I liked the guy, it wouldn't matter. Who I'm having sex with matters more than what's between his legs."

"Would you have sex with me?" he asked.

"Are you serious? You don't really know me?"

"I'm not looking to fall in love or for a relationship," he said. "I'm just looking for someone to have sex with, and I figured that because you're older and more experienced I'd like to have my first sexual experience with you."

"With the old man?"

"You're not an old man. How old are you?"

"Twenty-six," I said.

"That's not so old."

"Sometimes, when I'm around young guys like you, it seems old. How old are you?"


"Seventeen! Did you graduate from high school early?"

"Yeah, a year early. Does it freak you out that I'm only seventeen?"

"A little."

"I could have told you I was eighteen. Would you have believed me?"

I would have; the kid was an inch taller than I was. He damn sure didn't look seventeen: "Yes."

"Would you still have sex with me even though I'm seventeen."

I had a fucking hard-on just thinking about having sex with him: "Yeah."

"Do you have your own place?" he asked.

"I have an apartment."

"Do you live by yourself?"


"Can we go there?"


"Yeah, before I think about it too long and chicken out."

"Are you sure? You're only seventeen. You got plenty of time."

If he hadn't been seventeen I wouldn't have been trying to dissuade him, but since he was, I wanted to be sure having sex with me was what he wanted. I didn't want him to come back and accuse me of rape or child abuse. Hell, I knew I shouldn't be fucking around with a seventeen-year-old, but he was hot and I had been fantasizing fucking him for the whole goddamn quarter.

"You got fucked by an older guy when you were fifteen. Do you regret it?"

"No, I don't guess so, but you got to be close to being eighteen. You could wait."

"I've already waited too long," he said.

"Why me? Why did you pick me?"

"Because you're older; because I was sure you liked me -- was attracted to me; because you are kind of hot yourself."

"For an older guy?"

He shrugged: "Older or not, I think you're hot, but this is just a one off. I'm going to Cascade next quarter, and we'll probably never see each other again. Maybe, that's even the reason I chose you. Can you handle that? I'm not looking for someone to love; I'm just looking for a little hot sex."

I wanted more. I could easily fall in love with the kid, but a kid he was, so I said, "Yeah, I can handle it."

"Where do you live?"

"Tigard," I said.

"You have a car?"

"No, I rode the bus. Do you have a car?"

"No, but we could ride the bus to your place, can't we?"

"Yeah, but unless we want to transfer buses and go the long way around, we'll have to walk a little way."

"How far?"

"About a mile."

"That's okay."

As we waited for the bus, I said, "Are you turned on? Is your dick hard?"

"Fuck yes!" he said. "I'm about to cream my jeans. I'm afraid I'll be like you were that first time: you touch it and I'll shoot my wad."

"Don't worry about that. If you're like me when I was seventeen, there will be plenty more where that came from."

We got off the bus about a mile from my house and would be walking past Wal-Mart, Winco, and Costco. I hadn't been having sex so I didn't have any rubbers at home. "Do you have any rubbers with you," I asked.

"No, don't you?"

"No. but we can stop at Wal-Mart and get some."

"Do we need some?"

"You should always have protected sex these days. I'm not worried since you've never had sex, but you don't know where my dick has been or whose dick has been up my ass."

"Should I be worried? When's the last time you had sex?"

"Not for a long time -- too fucking long a time. Not since I've been in Portland which is over a year."

"Since this is my first time," he said. "I'd rather not use a rubber, if you're cool with it."

"I'm cool with it, but don't make a habit of not using a rubber. Use one unless you know the guy real well and you're sure he's clean. You don't want to catch fucking AIDS, do you?"

"No, but I trust you."

"Don't ever trust anyone where it comes to sex. Guys will say anything to get in your pants."

"But I'm the one that seduced you," he said.

"It didn't take much. A smile was all it would have taken. I've been hot for you since I first saw you."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because you're fucking seventeen."

"You didn't know that."

"Well, because I thought you were eighteen, and I was afraid that if I put a move on you, you would think I was some old pervert. Hell, I didn't know until today you were gay."

"Couldn't you tell? I was sure you were gay?"

"No, I couldn't. I hoped you were. Hell, I've even jacked off fantasizing I was with you."

"Have you, really?"

"Yeah. Does that gross you out?"

"No. What were we doing?"

"I don't know. Different things, but I was certainly sucking your dick in some of them."

"Were you ever fucking me?"

"Oh yeah. I was doing that for sure."

"Was I fucking you?"

"I don't know -- probably."

"I've jerked off fantasizing about you," he said. "You were fucking me."

"Do you think you're a bottom?"

"The guy on the bottom getting fucked?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Probably. Maybe I'll know more after today. How about you?"

"It depends on who I'm with. I've been fucked and sucked dicks without ever getting off and still enjoyed every minute of it, and I've been in relationships where I did all the fucking. I was in kind of a long-term relationship -- if you can call two weeks long-term -- in Thailand with this kid -- well he was over eighteen, but he'd been fucked the first time at fourteen."

"You were fucked the first time when you were fifteen."

"Yeah, there is that, and I'm sure plenty of fourteen-year-olds here in the states have been fucked before they were fourteen, too, but anyway, during the whole time I was with this kid, I never saw him ejaculate. I couldn't get him off sucking him, so I gave up trying, and we just fucked. He said he came once when I had him fuck me, but of course, I couldn't tell whether he did or didn't."

"Can't you tell when someone comes in your ass?"

"Well, sometimes you can tell from other things when they come, like if they moan and shit or screw up their faces and shudder, but I don't care what anyone says, you can't feel them come. You can't feel a guy squirt in your ass."

"I thought you could," he said.

"Nah," I said. "Anyway, with him, I was definitely a top. He only fucked me that one time, not because he wanted it, but because I wanted to get fucked."

"How did you meet him?"

"He was a prostitute, kind of a ladyboy, but prostitutes in Thailand are a lot different -- the boys and the girls -- than they are over here. Sometimes, they fall in love with you, or so it seems. I've had both guys and girls I slept with in Thailand call me and write to me when I was back in the States."

"You've been with a girl? I thought you were gay?"

"Oh, I'm gay, or I lean that way at least. If I'm going to look at porn, I look at gay porn. If I fantasize about someone when jacking off, it's a boy I'm fantasizing about, but if I have a chance to fuck a cute girl, I will."

"And you fucked a girl in Thailand?"

"Yeah. Her name was Pa."

"Was she a prostitute?"

"I guess. She hit on me in a bar. She never asked me for money, but I always gave her some the next morning when she was ready to go home. I gave her my home phone number back home, and she called me a bunch of times. Hell, I'd go out with this girl that worked at a travel agency and come back to my hotel to find Pa waiting for me, so I'm sure she cared about more than money."

"I never wanted to fuck a girl," he said.

"Well, like I said, when it comes down to a choice between a girl or a boy, I'll always choose a boy, but in Thailand, I could have either -- or both. I'd sometimes fuck a girl one night and a boy the next. Hell, once I had two girls and a hotel room for each, and I made trips back and forth between them. The guy at the hotel desk said, `One guy, two rooms, hmm."

"You have had a lot of experience?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I'm almost ten years older than you, and if I hadn't been to Thailand, I wouldn't have had so much. Thailand was like a candy store for sex. You could pretty well get anything you wanted." By then, we were walking upstairs to my apartment. "Have I said too much?" I asked. "Have I turned you off?"

"No, I'm not turned off. I just hope I don't turn you off."

"Samuel, I can't imagine how you could possibly turn me off."

"I don't know," he said. "I might."

I unlocked the door, and he followed me inside. "Excuse the mess," I said. "I've never been a good housekeeper."

"Shit! Me neither," he said. "My mom's always on me to clean up my room."

He looked uptight, so I said, "Want something to drink?"

"Something to drink? Like water or something stronger?"

"Either," I said. Hell, now I was about to offer a seventeen-year-old alcohol. Well, in for a penny...

"What you got?"

"Like alcoholic?"


"Beer, vodka, and tequila."

"I've never had tequila," he said. Could I have some of it?"

"Sure, but you got to take it easy, else you'll get hammered. The only time I was ever walking around unconscious was after I'd drunk shots of tequila with a beer chaser."

"You walked around unconscious?"

"Yeah, I remember sitting at the bar tossing down shots -- have no idea how many I drank -- the next thing I remember was being on the bus back to the base digging in my pocket for change for the fare. I have no idea how I got from one place to the other."

"How far was it?"

"About a mile."

"Jeez," he said.

"Yeah, so be careful with the shit. Do you want shots with a beer chaser?"

"Yeah," he said, so I got down the bottle of tequila, took down the shot glasses, and got a couple of beers and limes out of the refrigerator.

I got out some coarsely ground sea salt I had. I cut up the limes and gave a wedge of one to him along with the shot glass full of tequila. "Hold out your hand," I said, and when he did, I poured some salt of the fleshy part of his hand between his thumb and forefinger. "All right. Toss down the shot, bite into the lime, lick the salt, and chug down some beer.

He tossed down the shot, making a face, and made another one when he bit into the lime. He licked the salt and took a swig of beer.

"Fuck!" he said.

"Told you," I said, and I downed my shot.

Three more, and neither of us were feeling any pain. I led him into the bedroom. I reached for his crotch. I wanted to hold his dick and undo his pants. I wanted to see him naked.

"No, me first," he said, slurring his words a little, "Me first. I want to suck your dick."

I knew I was possibly fucked. I was about to get my dick sucked by a seventeen-year-old, and not only that, but by one I had got hammered. The kid was smashed. Of course, I was, too.

He fumbled at my belt, finally undoing it, unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants. My dick was tenting my underwear. He grabbed it through my shorts. "Nice," he said. "I like it."

"You hold onto it like that much longer and I'm going to squirt," I said. If I hadn't been drunk, I probably already would have.

"Can't have that," he said. "I want to see you squirt." He pulled down my underwear, and they joined my jeans down around my ankles. He grabbed my dick and began stoking it. Five or six strokes and I spurted all over his face. He let me. He closed his eyes, but he let me spurt cum all over his face, and when I had finished, he looked up at me grinning. "That's how they do it in the porn flicks. Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it, but now it's your turn." Tearing some paper towels off a roll I keep in my bedroom, I handed them to him.

He wiped off his face and said with a little boy's pouty look on his face, "No. I haven't sucked you yet. I want to suck you. I want you to cum in my mouth."

So, I stood with my pants and underwear around my ankles while he took my once-again hard dick into his mouth. His mouth was soft, hot, and wet. It had been a long time since I'd had my dick in someone's mouth, and I don't think I'd ever had it in the mouth of a boy as hot as I thought Sam was.

I guess, technically, I've had better blowjobs. He couldn't deep-throat my dick, and I have had guys do it, but turn-on wise, it was the best blowjob I ever had. I almost screamed when I came. "Oh...Oh...fuck! Oh, my god, oh...oh." I dumped my load into the kid's mouth, and he swallowed it like a trooper. After he let my dick slide out of his mouth, he looked up at me grinning, cum running from a corner of his mouth. Leaning over, I licked it off his face and kissed him, running my tongue in his mouth.

"Do I taste like cum?" he asked.

"You taste fucking delicious," I said.

"Did I do okay."

"Best fucking blowjob I ever had," I said.


"Fucking A; really," I said. "Now, it's my turn."

"I got a surprise for you?" he said.

"A good or a bad surprise?"

"I don't know," he said. "That's up to you to decide."

"What is it?"

"You'll find out. Take off my pants."

So, after kicking off my shoes, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, took off my shirt so I was naked, and started in on him. I wanted to be completely naked before I got his clothes off.

"Fuck me," he said. "I want you to fuck me."

He sat on the edge of the bed. After untying and removing his shoes, I undid his pants, pulling them and his underwear, boxer shorts, off together. That's when I got my surprise. He had the shortest dick I'd ever seen on a pubescent boy. Hard, it stuck straight out and wasn't four inches long. Hell, I wasn't sure it was over three. When I was twelve-years-old, I used to jack off while a ten-year-old neighbor kid watched. He hadn't hit puberty but his dick would get hard, and I think it was longer than Samuel's was, not as thick as Samuel's dick, but longer.

"That's my surprise," he said. "Are you disappointed? Does it turn you off? It's pretty fucking small, isn't it?"

The kid had been shortchanged in the dick department, but as an answer, I lowered my mouth to his dick taking it into my mouth. Barely reaching the back of my mouth, it was too short to deep-throat, but I still loved it. It was his dick, and despite what I'd said about not falling in love with him, I already had. Even if he hadn't had a dick, I would have still loved him.

He came right away, shooting his load into my mouth. I swallowed it because that's what I do, and because it was part of him. I had him inside me.

"Is it too small?" he asked. "Does it turn you off?"

"Shut the fuck up," I said. "So what you've got a small dick. It's on you. That's what counts. If some guy doesn't want to have sex with you because you've got a small cock, he doesn't deserve you. I love your dick."

"Do you really?"

"I do. It's cute as hell."

"I don't think I want a cute dick. I'd rather have a big dick."

"You don't, so fuck it. Make the best of what you've got. Like I said, it's not going to matter how big your dick is to anyone that matters. If you not having a big dick matters to to a guy, fuck him; he's not worth your time. He certainly doesn't deserve you."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so," I said.

"Fuck me then," he said.

"It might hurt the first time?"

"I don't care. Fuck me."

I didn't have any lube so I got some coconut oil and smeared it on his hole and on my dick, and I fucked him. "Am I hurting you?" I asked as I tried to get my dick past his sphincter.

"A little, but it's okay," he said. "Your dick isn't that big. It's no eight incher."

"No," I said, "It's a long way from that eight incher I had," I said, sliding my dick past his sphincter into his ass. As I fucked him, I jerked him off. My hand engulfed his cock so that the head of it never showed while I was jacking it. As I said, his cock was the smallest one I'd ever seen on a pubescent boy, and it was especially small to be attached to a boy as big as he was: six foot one and at least one hundred eighty pounds.

He spurted, and I spurted up his ass. I started to withdraw, but he pulled me to him and I fucked him again.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked.

"How can I?" he said. "My dick's not long enough."

"It's long enough. You can get it in me?

"You won't even know it's in."

"Sure, I will. Come on. Give it a go. I want you to fuck me."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

I rolled over, pulling him on top of me and raised my legs so he'd have a clear shot at my butt-hole, and guided his dick to it. His dick got past my sphincter but not a lot farther. Thick as it was, it felt like a normal dick going in, but then it stopped when he bottomed out on my butt. Still, he fucked me, making short strokes, and sometimes pulling out completely, but he always got it back in, and he got off, which was what was important to me. He must have liked it because he fucked me four more times. We showered together, and I fucked him in the shower. I blew him three or four more times before we were through. I loved sucking him. He came about ten times, and I came about five times which was spectacular for an old guy like me.

Exhausted from the sex and from the booze, we fell asleep.

"Fuck! he said when we awoke. "I didn't tell my parents I wasn't coming home last night. I hadn't intended to spend the night." He got up and checked his phone and saw a bunch of voice messages from their number. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, after listening to one. "I'm in trouble. I got to go."

He had awoken with an erection but upon listening to his phone messages, it had wilted. I still had myu hard-on and was hoping for some more sex before he left.

"Want to get breakfast first?" I asked.

"No, I got to go."

He got up and got dressed, and I lay in bed with my hard-on watching him. I damn sure wanted him again. I thought he was beautiful, even if he had been shortchanged when they handed out dicks. I kissed him at the front door before he left, and then he was gone.

We had our algebra final the next Tuesday. He was already seated by the time I arrived, so I only got to give him a wave. He was sitting in his usual seat, a guy on each side of him, so I sat where I always did. He finished the test and was gone before I was through. I didn't have his cell phone number -- I hadn't thought to get it. He didn't have mine, but he did know where I lived. I hoped he would stop by, but he never did.

He warned me not to fall in love with him, that it was a one-off we were having, but I was in love with him. I've given up hope that he'll have a change of heart and come see me. It's been too long. I can only hope that his encounter with me gave him confidence in himself and made him realize that short-changed as has been where it comes to dicks, he has so many other thing going for him and that someone could enjoy having sex with him despite how small his penis is. He came about ten times, so I'm pretty sure he enjoyed having sex with me, and I loved having sex with him.