Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 12:54:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 13 I woke first the next morning. I was naked. I remembered taking off my undies after Jason woke me up getting back in bed last night. It was 3:38am. I remember seeing the clock. I slipped them off because I was hot but I remember Jason being cool when he laid next to me. He felt nice and I did snuggle up to him to absorb some of his coolness. I slipped on a pair of undies to go to the bathroom. I didn't suddenly get shy, I just haven't been naked in front of my mom since all this has gone down. It didn't matter anyway – I didn't see anyone in the hallway. When I got back to my bedroom, Jason was still in bed. His eyes were closed but I couldn't tell if he was sleeping. I wondered if he was naked and if so, if I would finally get to see his wiener in the light! I slowly lifted the cover but Jason was still wearing my stretchy underwear although he no longer had on a t-shirt. He had morning wood so it was nice to finally see his bulge so clearly. As soon as the coolness of the room hit his body, his eyes opened. "Perv," was all he said but I could tell he wasn't mad. "You the one all boned up," I pointed out. "It's called morning wood. I gotta piss," he said as he hopped out of bed and jogged down the hall to the bathroom. I just laid in bed remembering the sexy stuff Jason and I did last night. "I thought you said your dad doesn't use this bathroom," he said the moment he returned to my room. His underwear were poked out but he didn't have a boner anymore. "He doesn't. My parents have a bathroom attached to their bedroom," I answered curious why he asked. "Then why is you dad in this bathroom every time I use it? In the middle of the night and just now," he answered. "No wait... my dad? In this bathroom right here?" I was really confused as I pointed through the wall at the bathroom I use. "Yea. He was in the hall each time I went out. Said something like we must be on the same pee schedule. It was weird," he said. "My dad was in this bathroom at 3:30 in the morning?" I was still trying to figure out what he was talking about. "No – 3 in the morning. I remember seeing the gigantic red numbers on your clock. They light up the entire room," he answered. That only confused me more. Who takes 38 minutes to take a piss? Why didn't my dad use his own bathroom? Maybe mom was in it? But twice? "So, he saw your boner?" I asked remembering Jason left the room with a piss boner. "Ummm, not really," Jason suddenly seemed nervous. "I went out naked last night, but that's only because we went to bed naked. I didn't undress in front of your dad or anything. And when I went out last night but it was just the nightlight so I don't think he saw much. I was half asleep anyway," he rambled on. "I guess he saw it this morning. He must be used to you running around with yours out `cuz he didn't tell me to put on clothes or anything." He paused. "It's great that you have a cool dad." Before I could comment and as if that was his cue, there was a knock on my partially open bedroom door and my dad's head appeared around the door. "Get up boys. Don't sleep your whole summer away!" he said with a smile. Geez, he was in a cheerful mood. I did my usual fake groans showing my opposition to having to get up. Usually, that was followed by a list of reasons why it was important to get up. Most were chores that were expected to be complete by the end of the morning. But instead, my dad entered my room and repeated his order to get up and with no warning, he whipped the covers off me and there I laid completely naked and exposed! And I was hard as steel, probably from Jason telling me my dad saw his boner. Suddenly, I felt out of place and struggled to cover up again, but that just encouraged Jason to join the fight and he successfully kept me uncovered for him and my dad to see. My dad did nothing to defend me. He just watched Jason and me wrestling. I was happy to see Jason's boner returned during our wrestling. It was stretching his undies straight out and he did nothing to hide it from me or my dad! We finally stopped wresting and laid on my bed panting. I looked up at my dad to see his reaction and he was smiling and shaking his head. He had a boner too. I could easily see his tube poking down the leg of his pajama pants. "Oh to be young again," he said. "You guys remind me of me and my best friend growing up. Hurry up, breakfast in 4 minutes!" And he left. Jason and I got up and searched for clothes. I saw Jason's clothes from the laundry were folded on my desk. I was hoping he'd change into his own underwear so I could finally see him naked in the light but he kept mine pair on. We didn't say anything else right through breakfast. I guess we were both thinking about stuff that happened last night and this morning. I hope he wasn't getting mad. After breakfast we each took a shower... separately unfortunately, even though I hinted we should take one together like Arnie and me. I was obsessed with figuring out how I could finally see his wiener! After our showers, we went on a hike in the woods behind my house when it finally happened. It figures, when I try the least is when I got what I wanted. The large cups of OJ and milk that my mom served were making my bladder very full. I was waiting until we got to a point on the trail where no houses could be seen before I announced "I gotta take a mean piss!" I motioned for Jason to follow me off the trail about 10 feet and just whipped out my dick. I made no attempt to face away. In fact, as he walked, I kept turning so I was facing him with my piss stream. "This is the designated piss stop on this trail. If ya gotta go, now's the time," I said. So he did! He stood right next to me and pulled the front of his shorts and underwear down below his balls and shot his piss stream straight out. Even soft, his dick was chubby. His balls were pretty big. He didn't even hold his wiener when he peed. It really did poke straight out and stayed there. I think his big balls had something to do with it. None of the wieners I've seen up to this point were like this. I liked it and was curious if it was stiff at all. My piss stream ended soon after his started but I didn't put it away. I shook it and then shook it some more. And again until he stopped, shook it once and put it away. Jason made no comment about pissing together or about my wiener. But I was all tingly about what just happened. I wished he just left it out. "It's cool how you don't have to hold it to piss," I finally said after we continued walking. "I never really thought about it. I didn't know I did it differently than anybody else. My brother is the only other person I saw piss and he does it like me," he said. "Does he have the same poke bulge as you? I don't know if it's cuz your balls are so big or if your wiener is just like that," I said. "Like what? Why are you so infatuated with my dick?" he asked. I hope he wasn't getting upset that I was asking questions. "I'm not infatuated. I'm curious. I'm curious about a lot of things. When I am, I ask questions. My teacher says it's a very good trait. That I'll become more knowledgeable because of it. I have a lot of questions for you. You're kinda mysterious," I explained. "Questions like what?" he stopped walking when he asked me. "How many will you allow me to ask? And that one doesn't count," I asked. "I don't know. Ten?" Jason offered. "Will you answer them truthfully? That wasn't one of the ten either. We didn't start yet," I said. "What is this? Truth or dare?" he answered. "I only played truth or dare at a sleepover," I answered. "If that's what will get you to answer them truthfully, then okay, we'll play truth or dare. But you can't tell me to eat disgusting stuff like bird poop or anything that will make me sick." "Okay I won't. But you may not like my dares, so you better tell the truth!" he said with an evil look. "How do you play? We play by asking the question first and then you can either answer it truthfully or if you don't want to answer it, then you have to do a dare instead," I explained. "Who's we?" Jason asked. "My friends. You never met any of them," I answered. I didn't want to disclose that me, Arnie and Keith played before. Those dares were pretty awesome so we never even bothered to tell the truth. "OK fine. Truth or dare: Are you gay?" Jason asked. I was shocked. I didn't know really. Sure, I liked looking at wieners and he and I had some serious fun last night but I never had any experiences with a girl. Does that make me gay? "Umm, how am I supposed to know the answer to that? No? I haven't been with a girl. I'm only ten! Should I know the answer to that? Do you know if you are?" I stumbled through my answer. I really had no idea how gay I was at that time. Looking back, I see so many obvious signs that I was. "You can't ask me a question yet. You haven't answered yours. If you don't answer then you need to do a dare," he said. "Okay, then I'll do a dare," I said nervously. "Hmmm... okay, you have to hang from that branch for 60 seconds," he said pointing to a horizontal branch hanging from a nearby tree about 6 feet off the ground. "That's it?" I asked. Why did I ask it like that? "Umm, okay no that's not it. I get to tickle you the entire time," he added. "No way! I'm so ticklish! I'll fall off! 30 seconds max," I offered. He was fine with that and boosted me up using his hands interlaced with each other as a step. Once I got my grip, I said go. Jason started touching me on my ankles and then went slowly up my legs. It felt tingly, but not ticklish. He stood behind me and pinched my thighs with crab leg hands and once he got to my inner thighs, it really did tickle. "Ten seconds!" I announced while trying to squirm away from his pinchers. Surprisingly, Jason then pinched me on my butt cheeks. This made me laugh out loud and squirm even more. But nothing tickled me more than when he included my sides. I was stretched tight from hanging and couldn't fight back with my arms and it was driving me crazy! I was getting a hard on! I should have realized this was going to happen. Same thing as when I played puppy with my dad. That flashback of dad and I getting boners together made me go even harder now! "Twenty seconds!" I managed to say between laughter. During the final ten seconds, Jason sped up his attack. He went from my sides to my butt to my sides and even around the front to my belly! I gave him a countdown from 5 and he surprised the heck out of me at 2 seconds by sending a pincher between my legs and squeezing my ball sack as I yelled "Stop!" I released my grip and fell to the ground still giggling. I bent my knees and pulled my legs into my chest to hide my hard on. I kept giggling. I liked where this was going. He squeezed my balls! "Why are you still laughing? I'm not even touching you anymore!" Jason questioned me. I didn't answer him. I just caught my breath and managed to stand up. "Holy crap! Talk about a bulge in the shorts! What's that?" Jason asked pointing at my boner bulge. "What did you expect? You were tickling my butt and balls!" I pointed out. "I did not tickle your balls!" he said firmly. I know what I felt but I didn't see any reason to argue. "Make that go away in case someone comes along." "I can't just stop it! Once it's there, it's there. I can't help it. I guess I should have worn underwear," I suggested. "What? Who doesn't wear underwear? No wonder it's so... so out there," he said while looking at my bulging shorts. "I don't!" I repeated while pulling the waist band of my shorts out and down exposing my hard on and allowing it to spring up to my belly. "My dad said I used to run around naked when I was little. I'd probably still do it if it was allowed." "When you were little? Ummm did you forget about last night in your yard? Maybe I'll dare you to do it here," Jason said while pulling on his wiener. He did it quick when I was adjusting mine back into my shorts, probably hoping I wouldn't notice. "It's my turn. Truth or dare? Do any of you guys get a boner when you're skinny dipping in the creek?" I asked. "Yes. It's happened," he answered simply. I wonder if it was him or his brother or the friend or maybe everybody. "How many times have you seen your mom naked?" he asked. I guess that was his next question. "Umm never that I remember. Bra and underwear a few times but that's the same as her bathing suit," I answered. "Oh okay. She's really hot for a mom. I wouldn't mind seeing her naked," he admitted. It didn't occur to me that he may have been attracted to her. She's my mom – I can't imagine being attracted to your mom. Then I thought about my dad and it made more sense. Does that make me gay? "How about you? How many times have you seen your parents naked?" I asked. "You can't ask the same question," he explained. "It's not the same. You asked about my mom and I asked about both your parents," I explained back. "Oh. Well that's pretty much the same question, but I'll allow it. Well, my dad is never around. I haven't seen him in like 5 years. And I see my mom naked all the time," he said while looking at the ground as we walked. "Is she a nudist? How about your brother?" I asked enthusiastically. "I wouldn't say she's a nudist. It's just not a big deal. When you grow up with it, it means nothing. Sometimes I think it's an excuse for Mom to not have to buy new clothes. We don't buy a lot of clothing. Everything I own was my brothers. Mom doesn't really work, other than home schooling," he said. "So do you get a hard on when you see her like that?" I asked. "You said it yourself. Hard ons just happen for no reason sometimes," he said. "So do you?" I repeated. "Of course! Her stuff is hanging all out! I'm not weird or anything so don't judge me," he said defensively. "And you just used 3 questions in a row. My turn. Did you ever get a hard on like this in front of anyone else? I mean besides your dad. And I don't mean like in school when it pops up for no reason. I mean on purpose when it was obvious," he asked. "Yea – lots of times I guess," I answered. "Who'd you do it with?" he asked. "That's for me to know and for you to find out!" I said, not wanting to tell Jason about Arnie, Keith or Arnie's dad. "Then I guess that means you want another dare!" he said. Oh crap. I forgot for a second that we were playing Truth or Dare. I just looked at him waiting for my dare. "You know what I'm going to say... walk naked along the trail," he smiled while he said it. I wanted to do it but I didn't want to get caught. "What if someone comes along?" I asked nervously. "For how long?" "Nobody will come along. You know you want to do it. Just do it for like 5 minutes," he reasoned. "5 minutes? That's like forever! If someone comes, I'm going to run so fast into the woods!" I said as I pulled my shorts down and over my sneakers. "Shirt too," Jason said looking me over. My wiener couldn't be harder. I pulled my shirt collar over my head and handed both my shorts and shirt to Jason giving him full control of my nudity. He was smiling saying I was crazy. So we just kept walking. I touched my wiener. A lot. I didn't say anything. Jason just kept chuckling and saying I was nuts. He touched himself too. His bulge was a lot bigger now. I could tell he had a hard on, but decided to keep all the attention on me so he wouldn't stop things. "You don't have to wait until the next dare," I told him. "It's only a dare if you don't want to answer the truth question. I have a feeling you prefer the dares though," he said. "Well, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I want another dare," I tried to reason. "Okay... your question is, Do you want to see my dick?" he asked. I looked right at his crotch and didn't care if he saw that I was. If I answer yes, then that doesn't mean he'll show it. If I ask for a dare, it can't get worse for me. I'm completely naked walking in the woods with a boner! "Dare," I stated. "I figured. You're so predictable. OK – your dare is to smoke a joint with me," he said as he pulled one out of his pocket. "I, uh... I don't smoke," I stuttered. "It's not smoking, it's a joint. It's no big deal," he said, confusing me. "Where'd you get them?" I asked. "That's another question. You don't really understand this game, do you?" he asked with a smile. "That was a question and the truth answer is Yes, I do," I answered quickly. "Ahh, touchι! I got it from my mom's stash. She gets high a lot. She'll never miss it. My brother has been taking them from her for years. Come on, it makes you feel awesome. Plus it's the only way you'll get to see my dick – if I'm high," he said. Jason and I walked off the path and deeper into the woods behind a big oak tree. He showed me how to light the joint and how to suck in and hold the smoke in your lungs. He took two big hits before he handed it to me. The end was wet with his spit. I tried to follow his directions but don't think I inhaled anything. He took it back for two more big hits. It made my fingers hot because it was burning closer now. I inhaled again and apparently did it right because I choked like I never did before! I couldn't stop coughing and felt a burn in my throat! OMG – how can people get used to this? Jason laughed at me. He took the joint back and lit it again – taking the last hit before it burned all the pot. "It doesn't take long," he said with a smile. "That was a good one." The choking made my hardon go away. I guess when you think you're going to die, your body doesn't care about hardons. I watched Jason get high before my eyes. He just leaned against the tree and held his forehead with his hand. He said he doesn't usually smoke that much that fast. I hope he wasn't going to overdose or something. I had no idea what to do if that happened. I reached down to get my clothing. "Whoa whoa – what are you doing?" Jason asked. "Getting dressed. 5 minutes is over," I explained. "Dude, you know I'm going to tell you to take them off on your next dare, so you may as well just keep them off," he said. "How often do you smoke pot?" I asked. "Dare," was his answer. That made me chuckle. "No – that wasn't a game question. I was just asking you `cuz I choked like was going to die and you didn't cough at all," I asked. "My brother and I smoke it a lot. He said it'll be legal soon anyway. It's no big deal. So ask another question," he quickly said apparently trying to change the subject. "OK, umm, what did you and my dad do for 30 minutes last night?" I can't believe I asked it but I have been trying to piece things together since breakfast. Dad was really friendly with Jason. Did he squeeze his butt like he squeezed mine? My butt was definitely bubblier. I was a little jealous thinking Jason may have let him touch his butt. Or maybe even more. "What do you mean what did we do for 30 minutes? Who said we did anything? I said we just saw each other in the bathroom. I don't even know how to answer a question that doesn't have an answer. That's a dumb question. Give me a dare instead," he answered very defensively. I tried to read his expression for any hints of reading his mind. Both about my dad and how far I could take this game now. He looked like he wanted to play. "Pull your wiener out and whack off," I instructed. Jason just looked at me. I know he wasn't stunned that I asked him to pull his wiener out of his shorts. But he may not have expected me to tell him to whack it off. He rubbed his already hard wiener through his shorts. I wish he'd dare me to rub it. "I said pull it out and whack it off – not through your shorts," I instructed. Jason kept rubbing it through the fabric. "If you want it out, then take it out yourself," he invited. I didn't need further instructions. I stepped forward and snuck my fingers in the waist band of his sweat shorts. They were tied so I had to pull the string first to release them. Once that was loose, they were easy to pull down to his knees leaving him in his loose boxer briefs fresh from the laundry. They were too big for him and obviously well used. The extra room gave him plenty of space for his hard wiener to poke out the front. I grabbed it through the loose fabric and was reminded how much fatter his is than my skinny boy wiener. I felt down to his balls and again, was impressed at how much bigger they were than my little jelly beans. They were so squishy. I loved feeling them. But I wanted to see him naked! It didn't take much to pull his undies out and over his wiener. They barely used the elastic to hang from his hips and easily slid down to join his shorts. My goal was achieved! There it was – Jason's wiener! Like it felt, it was a chubby 4 inch pole sticking straight out from his body. It was perfect in color and shape with only a few whisps of hair at his base. The head was the same size of his shaft, just like mine. All the other wieners I've seen, the head is bigger than the shaft. It angled slightly to his left but was straight all the way. His ball sack was completely hairless and slightly darker than the rest of his skin. I know I told him to whack off, but I decided to touch him instead. Jason gasped when I first touched it. The feel was familiar since I did it in the dark last night. He encouraged me with a lot of high pitched whispered moaning, especially when I felt his big balls. "They're really big. I wish mine were bigger," I said. Jason opened his eyes and smiled at me. "It's really thick too. I wish mine was like yours," I admitted. "Let's suck," Jason surprised me by saying. My look must have shown my surprise. "It's so good when you're high," he added. I wasn't sure if he meant sucking or being sucked. Either way, I was liking what I was hearing. "Is that a dare?" I asked. "Would you rather suck it or do you want to answer another question instead?" he asked already knowing the answer. "Dare," is all I said as I bent down and popped his head into my mouth. I wanted to please Jason and did my best to imitate the sucking I received from Arnie and his dad. At first, Jason's wiener smelled a bit from boy sweat mixed with soap from his shower this morning. When I sucked Arnie, he was always right out of the shower so this was new to me. But it wasn't bad – in fact it drove me to want to suck him deeper. It's a scent that I became familiar with other boys and learned to love it because it always equaled naked fun times! Jason continued his moaning and encouraged me when what I was doing felt really good. I wish I had video of the two of us out in the woods that day. Me totally naked except for my sneakers with a 3 inch spike touching my belly and Jason's fat 4 incher being devoured by me. My mouth was getting sore – I wasn't used to sucking and was doing it really aggressively and I needed a break. I stopped sucking and stood upright looking for Jason's approval. He looked at me and smiled. "Man, that was awesome! You suck great! Trust me, I've been sucked a lot of times!" he admitted. "You have? Who sucked it?" I wondered. "Don't worry about that. I guess people just like my dick. You ready to get sucked?" he asked as he got on his knees. Jason pulled me in towards himself and grabbed my ass cheeks as his mouth found the tip of my dick. It immediately felt incredible. He stayed on the tip and just nibbled on it. I was soon going to push him off when he took the entire thing into his mouth and pressed hard into my belly. He couldn't get more in if he tried! He began a slow rhythm with varying pressure on my wiener as he massaged my butt cheeks slipping his fingers into my crack and over my butt hole. As opposed to last night when we said nothing, Jason was talkative today. "Oh my God – you have a nice ass!" he said squeezing my cheeks hard when he said it. "You better not go near my brother after he smoked a joint." I figured from that statement he and his brother must have sex when they smoke pot. Jason must have done it a lot with him. He was making me feel incredible between sucking me and rubbing his finger tips on my butt hole. I didn't care how gross that was because it felt incredible. Like nothing I've ever experienced. The more I thought about how naughty the whole experience was... me completely naked outside, smoking pot, two guys sucking each other and Jason playing with my hole... the closer to `the feeling' I was getting. I don't know if I was high from smoking Jason's joint, but my head was really spinning and my forehead started to tingle. I couldn't help it and I didn't warn Jason at all – I suddenly stood on my tip toes, thrust my wiener deep into Jason's mouth and came! I involuntarily pumped over and over and thought I was going to turn to jelly and collapse. It was a good thing Jason hugged me tight into his body during my cumming. He kept sucking on me until I had to push him away to get it out of his mouth. "Holy shit! You just came big time!" he said looking up at me. "I did? You felt it?" I was excited to make cum like Arnie! "No, you didn't shoot anything. I mean you were really shaking. You came big time!" he repeated. "I know! It was great!!" I said while breathing heavy. "OK – my turn. Turn around." he instructed as he easily turned my limp body to face away from him. I had to lean into a tree trunk to stay upright. I never felt such euphoria before. I think it was because I was standing when I did it. I never came while standing. Jason leaned me down a bit and immediately starting squeezing my butt. It reminded me of when my dad did it to me. I love the feeling. I love that my butt turned people on so much. Unlike my dad, Jason didn't just rub my cheeks. He was spreading them and touched my hole. It was just like before when he did it but this time was more pressure. I just let him do it because I liked how it felt. It felt wet. I soon learned why because the next time he spit, I heard it. I didn't mind because it made his rubbing feel even better. He went faster with his fingers. I couldn't help but moan and I guess that was his permission to do more. The touching stopped and I heard the leaves crunch under his feet as he repositioned himself. I looked back and realized what was coming next. "No way! You're not going to stick that in there," I informed him. "Come on... it won't be that bad. Mine's little. Trust me... a butt can handle way more," he added. I assume he's admitting that he's had a bigger one? His brother's? "You've done this before?" I wanted to know. "I've never stuck mine in, but yea, I've had one in me. So believe me when I say, it won't feel too bad. It feels really really good once you get used to it. You want more to smoke? It's easier if you smoke." he suggested. "No, I don't wanna smoke anymore." I paused as I looked back at Jason, his hard wiener sticking out. He looked so sexy. I didn't want him to get mad at me and we'd never get to play naked games again. "OK, try it. Just go slow and if I say stop, you have to stop!" I warned. I was still rock hard so he knew I wanted to continue. "You won't want me to stop," he said as he stepped closer and touched my butt cheeks with his wiener. I heard him spit more and felt more wetness on my crack. I remember wishing I could see what he was doing. Instead, I just thought of Arnie doing it to Keith and how good it must have felt for each of them – especially Keith. Maybe Arnie can do it to me if I practice with Jason! After Jason was happy with the amount of spit he pulled my cheeks apart and rubbed the tip of his wiener in my crack to spread it around. Most of his rubbing was right on my hole and I have to admit it felt incredible. He pushed in a few times and I instinctively clenched tight. "You have to relax. You're too tight. It won't go in if you don't relax," Jason instructed. I wasn't trying to tighten up. It was a reflex. How could I control a reflex? But I tried. Jason was gently rubbing my hole now with his fingers. It felt nice. I relaxed. He poked in the tip of his fingers and I let him. Cool, I can relax it. He was whispering "relax... yea, that's it... good boy..." I assume he was mimicking his brother who had to teach him how to relax his butt hole in the beginning. I didn't want to disappoint Jason. I liked him – a lot! I heard leaves rustle and looked back to see Jason getting into position again. Here we go. You can do it Zach... come on... His tip touched me and I clinched. Damn! He rubbed up and down. It felt good. He pushed harder as he rubbed. It felt even better. I could tell he was able to spread my hole a little bit by applying the pressure. I just closed my eyes and put all my concentration on my butt. For a split second and without warning, I was able to relax at the same time he was pushing in and WOW did it hurt! "Oww!!" I yelped louder than I should have. "Shhh! It's okay... I won't move. Just let it stay there so you get used to it. Relax... shhh..." Jason turned on a calming charm and he gently scratched my back. I did as instructed. He spit on the area a few more times but stayed still otherwise. After about 30 seconds, he pushed again. Just as the pain was getting unbearable, he stopped and pulled out a bit. Then he did it again. Each time he must have got more spit to lube his wiener because it was less and less painful. It felt "full" but not painful. It was a good full. And knowing it was a wiener that was filling me made it so cool! I was having sex! Even though it hurt, I was still hard. I know Jason was feeling much better than I was and that made me happy and I let him have his way with me. He slowly started to pump his wiener in me. I didn't really like it like Jason said I would but it was bearable. I felt like I had to poop but I pooped that morning before my shower. So I knew it was just because Jason's wiener was in there. I just tried to remain relaxed but once in a while I knew I was clinching down on him. It was wet enough to not affect him though. Jason lasted about two, maybe three minutes until his breathing got real fast and high pitched. He pushed hard at the end. It hurt, but I didn't care because he was cumming in me! I didn't feel anything inside but wasn't sure if I would anyway. I was happy for him. I was glad I did it for him. I was the first one who Jason did it with! The first boy Jason fucked! I wanted him to pull out though. He must have read my mind and he did. What's weird was I wanted him back in me as soon as he pulled out. My full feeling was over that quick and it didn't hurt anymore, but I wish we were still doing it. Jason was panting. He had a smile on his face. That made me smile back. OK – we were both cool with what happened. Jason high fived me and unfortunately put his clothes back on. I reluctantly did the same and we walked back to my house with wiener bulges the entire time.