Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2016 11:57:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 6 I had to remember where I took my clothes off. Once I found them, I got dressed and dashed outta my house and back in Arnie's in a flash. "Did you remember to lock your front door, Zach?" Julie asked. "Yes, I did," I said truthfully. I wondered if she noticed how winded I was from the run back over to their house and my obvious interest in getting back into Arnie's room as soon as possible. "Hey, Buddy," Arnie said as I burst into his room from our shared bathroom, and he turned his head around to look at me. "Don't you ever knock? Boys sometimes need their privacy, you know." He was smiling, so I knew he wasn't really mad. He was also still naked, which I was very happy to see. "It didn't look like from my window that you were too concerned about your privacy," I kidded him back. "Your window shade is like totally open, and you're like totally naked!" "I had some business to tend to, as you can plainly see. Was there something said about offering a helping hand, little guy?" "You bet!" I said, with all the enthusiasm that I felt. Arnie lay back on his pillow – with the window shades still up – put both his hands behind his head and just said, "Go for it, Zach. I know you want to. But you have to get naked, too." This was like the coolest moment of my life – as if I hadn't already had several of them since my parents left me here. Naked, hard, and smiling, Arnie was going to let me play with his wiener and balls and jack him off! I whipped off my clothes and knelt between his legs and rubbed my hands on his bare legs while I looked at him close up. My heart was beating like crazy. I decided to start with his balls. They were so much bigger than my little marbles. "Ooooh, go easy there, Zach," he said. "That's like super sensitive down there. It feels good now, but it'll hurt if you squeeze 'em too tight." I stopped squeezing and just jiggled them a little and ran over them lightly with my fingernails. Arnie seemed to like that. I continued that with my left hand and used my right hand to rub Arnie's tummy, especially the little hairs between his belly button and his wiener. He was purring like a cat. "You're drivin' me crazy, Zach! Pull-eeze grab my dick before I explode!" Arnie was looking me right in the eye and telling me to touch his super hard wiener. I never dreamed this would really happen like this, but I seemed to have him totally under my control now. Imagine me – a little 10-year-old having my naked neighbor boy at my mercy! I thought back to the day when we first talked and knew this was some kind of miracle. Since he had given me a green light, I finally started touching his totally exposed hard on with little fingertip squeezes, especially right on the end. He jumped a little when I first touched him, but he quickly just closed his eyes and lay back on his pillow and let me do absolutely anything with his sexy body that I wanted to. Pretty soon I noticed that something slippery was leaking out of Arnie's pee hole. It made it easier to slide my hand over his dick, but I really had no idea what it was. "What's this slippery stuff, Arnie? Did you pee?" "No, Zach, that just pre-cum," he panted. "It oozes out of my dick when I get excited – and I can tell you what you're doing to me is making me REALLY excited! You'll know when I have the main event." I was infatuated with his wiener and so incredibly happy to have an all access pass to touch it like this. I memorized how guys online touch each other's wieners and was trying to do the same. Arnie wasn't as loud as those guys, but even at 10, I knew the sounds they made were made up or else I'd hear my parents doing it a lot more. I also knew from my favorite videos that a guy sometimes licks the other guy's hard-on and I supposed that this so-called "pre-cum" was what they're licking. From watching how enthusiastically they licked and sucked, it must taste good, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. So I decided to just take a little taste of it. Arnie tensed up as he felt my tongue flick the end of his wiener but didn't say anything. I did hear a little moan from him – the kind of moan that says you're feelin' good and don't want it to stop. Hmmm, the taste wasn't too bad, and Arnie seemed to like what I was doing, so I started licking his wiener like a lollipop, gently at first. He jumped with surprise. "Omigod, Zach, that's fantastic," he said, as I started licking my wet tongue all up and down his head more firmly. It was weird... it really didn't have a taste at all but nothing had ever tasted so good to me as his naked hard wiener, and I just kept licking and licking until my tongue got tired. It wasn't the taste that made it so good. It was the fact that I had another boy's wiener that I could do anything with! Arnie was softly moaning the whole time. I doubt it was loud enough for his parents to hear us. They had the TV on. I just hoped he had locked the door to the hallway and that no one would come into the room from the bathroom. If they did, they were going to get quite an eyeful. My mouth was sore, but I really wanted to see Arnie sperm again like he'd done in the lake earlier today with Keith. Since he was so wet from my spit, I started rubbing it up and down to see if I could milk another shot from him. I had never done this to another boy, but it came pretty natural. I listened to Arnie and when I stroked him really good, he let me know with his breathing. He really liked when I included his head. It actually didn't take very long at all. Suddenly I saw Arnie's neck and chest turn red and felt his wiener go hard as a rock. "Zach – little budddddy! You're makin' me cummmm – watch out, here it goes – I'm gonna SHOOOOOT!" I expected a lot of sperm like in the water earlier but it was only like a few squirts – making wet spots on his chest and belly. I was feeling kinda jealous, but also proud of myself for making this naked teenager shoot his stuff all over himself while I pumped him. It was truly amazing! Arnie stopped me from rubbing him. "Too sensitive," he panted. He just lay there with his eyes closed and his hard wiener pumping with his rapid pulse. Some of his stuff got on my hands. I looked at it and rubbed it between my fingers. Michael's was my first experience with real sperm, but he wiped it up so fast, I never really got to inspect it. Curious, I again followed the lead of internet videos and licked off a little of it to see what it would taste like. I noticed a sharp odor and a salty taste. I wanted to like it, but it was a little overpowering, and I wrinkled my nose at it. I wanted right then and there to have the same kind of stuff come out of me, but I knew I was still too young for that. "That was great, little guy!" Arnie finally said, opening his eyes and smiling real big at me. "I can't believe you sucked me. That was amazing and really unexpected!" I felt so proud of what I'd done for him and couldn't help but smile! Arnie finally came fully back to reality and looked down at the mess he'd made with his cum splashes. His wiener was deflated now. I was still hard. He grinned at me like he was kind of embarrassed, but also really, really happy. He got to his feet and informed he was going to take a quick shower to wash it all off. I followed him hoping he'd ask me to join him again. When he closed the shower door without inviting me in, I just watched him as he quickly showered and dried off, still totally enchanted with the fact that he was stark naked and letting me watch. "You little horn dog – you still got a hard-on from playing with my dick? And from watching me take a shower. If I didn't know better, I'd think you like seeing me this way," Arnie said, putting down his towel and standing nude with his hands on his hips, his feet apart, and his wiener jutting out. "I do, Arnie," I admitted. "I never had a chance to see an older boy naked before this week, and I think you have a cool body." "Thanks, little guy. I'm glad you like it. Now if you don't mind I'm going to get ready for bed. Wanna join me?" "You bet," I said. We stood there together brushing our teeth naked. Arnie fondled my hard little wiener playfully, and off we went to bed to rest up for our next adventure. I had a feeling earlier that I wasn't going to be sleeping in my own bed but I got to thinking I should mess it up in case Arnie's parents go in there in there the next morning. "Hurry up, get in," Arnie commanded as he lay in bed holding up the covers. I could see his naked body and was excited to be able to lay naked with him again. The last thing I remember is Arnie hugging me from behind as we quickly fell asleep. I woke the next morning when it was barely getting light outside. I looked over at Arnie's clock, which read 5:14am. I was just having a goofy dream that I was on "Survivor" in the middle of the ocean. There were a bunch of us on a raft. I was the only kid. I guess all the jet skiing yesterday had my mind in swimming mode. I turned to look at Arnie and he was awake, too, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, you awake?" I asked the obvious since I could see his eyes were open. "Yeah" is all I got in return. "I gotta piss," I said as I flipped up the covers exposing my entire naked body and the side of Arnie's. My morning wood, as Arnie called it, was leading the way to the bathroom. I wasn't sure how I would piss since it was harder than usual. I really had to go, but all I could do was lean against the sink in the glow of the night light hoping it would subside enough for me to push it downward a bit. Arnie entered the bathroom, startling me a little. He was walking really quiet. I guess I was used to my second floor bathroom where our floors squeaked a lot. He saw me leaning on the sink with a puzzled look on his face. His wiener was hard too, but not all the way. "Flick it," he said as he assumed the position in front of the toilet. He looked over his shoulder, which made his right ass cheek dimple from his twisting. "Flick it hard with your finger. It'll hurt, but it'll start to soften up," he explained while demonstrating by flicking his pointer finger in the air. I did as he said, but all I felt was a stone hard wiener. "Harder," he instructed. I flicked it harder and it hurt! I didn't stop, based on Arnie's instruction, and moved toward the toilet. It didn't soften up. If anything, I got stiffer just from standing in front of Arnie all naked knowing he was looking at my naked body. "Just use the shower," he said while pointing to it. "Go on, it's not like I never did it. Just point it at the drain." "Pointing is the problem," I reminded him as I stepped in the bathtub/shower. Arnie turned on the shower light since it wasn't very illuminated by the nightlight. I looked over and he was watching me. It took about 15 seconds to relax enough to get started, but it eventually dribbled out. Soon, I had a weak stream. I backed up and tried to arch so it would land in the drain area. I didn't have much control so it shot pretty much all over, including the wall. "Geez, good thing you didn't use the toilet. You'd be scrubbing the walls and floor!" Arnie joked. I stepped out of the tub and Arnie splashed it with a few cups of clean water to rinse it. "We'll get the rest when we take a shower later," he said. That got me excited. I remembered my previous showers with Arnie (including the one with him and his dad). The feeling of rubbing my hands on Arnie's wet soapy body was very sensual to me. Yes, even a 10-year-old gets those feelings. We walked together back to the bedroom, and I followed Arnie's lead as he climbed into bed. I wasn't tired at all but if he wasn't going to get up, neither was I. "I'm not tired," I said as I lay next to him, both of us looking at the ceiling. "Me neither. I've been awake for an hour already. You were sleeping so I just let you," Arnie said while turning to me. "You're cute when you sleep. You do tiny little snores like a purring kitten." "You watched me sleep? You're a weirdo," I joked. "Why couldn't you sleep?" Arnie surprised me with his explanation. He was worried about what he and I had done together. Even though he started doing stuff at my age, it didn't mean that I was ready for it. What he and Keith did in front of me at the lake was wrong. I was so young and he was corrupting me and I was going to tell someone and he would get in trouble and it was going to get around the school and his parents would kill him and my parents would kill him and he'll go to jail. I just looked at him and laughed. I made a mental note to ask him about what he did when he was my age and with whom. I also assured him I was not being corrupted and that I knew more about this stuff than he realized (thank you, Internet). And that if I wasn't interested, I would not be lying naked with him in his bed. I left out the part about me thinking he was God's gift to the Earth and that I worshiped him in every way. Without even realizing it, during our confession to each other, we moved closer and closer and were now face to face practically hugging. I felt his hard-on poking me and mine poking him. It felt really nice. I think Arnie thought the same thing. He was slowly humping me – tiny little humps that felt great for both of us. I just lay there and enjoyed the feeling. After a few minutes of silent bliss, I had to ask. "So who did you do stuff with when you were my age?" I asked. "Who said I did things when I was your age?" he asked back. "You just did. You said even though you started when you were ten, it didn't mean I was ready for stuff like this," I reminded him as I pushed hard into his belly with my hard wiener. "I said that? I didn't mean to." "Is it true?" "Well, yea. But I wasn't ever supposed to tell anyone," Arnie confessed. "Too late for that. Come on, fess up. Who did you mess around with and what did you do? Was it a boy or girl?" I asked. "It wasn't a girl. Are you into girls at your age?" he asked. "No," I truthfully answered. I didn't add that the only person I was into was him. "Neither was I. All I can tell you was it was someone I loved and trusted," he said as he looked me in the eye, seemingly measuring my own trust of him. I thought about who I love and trust at my age. Besides Arnie (yea, I know, it's only been 3 days), it would be my parents. "Your dad?" I asked him with confidence, remembering what happened behind the shed. He looked at me as if I'd solved the impossible puzzle. "Okay, I will admit that besides you, the only stuff I've done is with family members, but I have a big family so that isn't giving away too much. And it's not as gross as you may be thinking. After all, I can trust them and it's not like messing around with a stranger that you don't know what kind of diseases they have and stuff," he said with assurance. "Isn't Keith a stranger? I mean, I know you know him, but how do you know if he has diseases and stuff?" I asked. "You ask too many questions! And for your information, Keith is my cousin," Arnie said as he reached under the blanket and squeezed my hard wiener. "Ow! Don't do that! It still hurts, thanks to you telling me to flick it before. That was the stupidest thing ever," I complained. "It always worked for me. Well not always, but sometimes it did. I bet I can make it feel better," Arnie said with a look in his eyes I've never seen before. I didn't say anything. Instead I reached down to grab his wiener, but once I put my fingers on it, he pulled my hand off and put it on my pillow above my head. I brought my other arm up to join it. I liked where he was going so I just allowed it to happen. Up to this point, Arnie hadn't really done much to me other than rub my wiener in the shower. I was fine with that. It was fun to see his naked body and watch him sperm. I had never spermed and really didn't rub my wiener like he and Keith did. I get hard a lot, but to me it was just fun to get hard. I never really thought much about anything else besides trying to catch other people naked. I peek at the urinals whenever there isn't a wall in between them, like in school and at the movies. I peek at my friends when they change in front of me. And I peek at my hot neighbor Arnie, but you already know that part. My thoughts suddenly focused as Arnie pulled the blanket from my body. He sat up and started moving his position – heading to my wiener. "I want to see it up close," he said. He was lifting my wiener and snapping it back down to my belly. He was rubbing it through his soft hand. He pulled on my balls and tickled underneath them. I giggled. He raked his fingernails from between my legs up my balls and over my wiener. I inhaled quickly as his fingertips brushed against the underside of my head. He mistakenly took my breath of pleasure as one of pain. "I'll make it feel better" are the last words he said as he slipped my wiener into his mouth. I've seen this many times on the Internet and of course did it to Arnie the night before, but it wasn't until that moment that I knew what the big deal was. Oh my God – it felt like nothing I've ever felt! My small wiener easily fit into his mouth, which became a wet mess all over my groin. He didn't just lick like I did to him last night. Arnie turned into a grunting animal as he devoured my hard-on and balls all at the same time. He was slurping all around them and brought up his hand to join in the fun. He was stroking me while licking me, pulling on my balls while sucking me, licking in my belly button and back down to my wiener. I had a hard time breathing because I was gasping so much at what he was doing, I never really got a full breath of air. My head was going numb and my fingers and toes were tingling. It was like when your foot falls asleep and starts to wake up. There's nothing you can do to stop the tingling feeling other than to try to remain still and let it happen. But I couldn't stay still. I tried to stop Arnie but I never used my hands to push him off. I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want it to end! It wasn't until he used his thumb and pointer finger to stroke me at the same time as he was sucking me that it happened. It was like a sonic boom and my ass came up off the bed, then back down and then back up again. I thought I was hurting Arnie but I really didn't care – there was nothing I could do to stop myself! I started to involuntarily moan, apparently too loud for Arnie to continue in fear of his parents hearing what was being done to me. He finally stopped but I continued to shake uncontrollably. Arnie lay back along side of me keeping us exposed to the bedroom. He brushed my hair out of my eyes and whispered, "That's called an orgasm. Way to go, kiddo." I was so proud. I spermed! Although I later found out I didn't actually sperm, or cum as Arnie called it. He called it a dry cum. Whatever. I know it was amazing. It took about 15 minutes for me to finally regain my composure. Arnie kept rubbing my chest the whole time. I think he thought I was having a heart attack or something! "So I assume you never had a blowjob?" he asked. "Nuh uh! That was fucking awesome!" I complimented him. "Now my turn," he said as he changed position and straddled me. I thought he wanted me to lick his again, but that's not what Arnie meant. He just wanted to sperm, err cum, on me. He sat on my legs and kept looking at my body as he stroked his big wiener. Mine wasn't hard anymore and I thought he'd not like it, but that was before he explained about me being a show-er. He told me later he liked my wiener when it was soft too, but he hardly ever saw it that way! It didn't take more than a minute before Arnie was done. There wasn't much that shot out onto my wiener and balls, probably because he cummed so much in the last day. "Wow... You are so damn cute," he said smiling at me with a look I've never seen before. He stood up, grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and soaked up the cum on my wiener. "Time to shower, buddy," Arnie said as he walked away naked toward the bathroom door. A shower sounded real good. It was a humid morning. Plus, I'd finally get to rub Arnie like I've been wanting to do all morning! I followed him into the bathroom and locked both doors so we'd have some privacy. Arnie jumped in the shower first, and I took my place behind him. He was quiet. I wondered if he felt weird about sucking me. I thought I should reassure him it was great. Awesome! The most incredible thing I ever felt. He seemed to get in a better mood as I complimented his work. For the remainder of the shower, no words were spoken. We just rubbed each other with soap, rinsed, and did the same areas over and over again. Arnie faced me and bent over my head to wash my back and butt. His wiener was right in front of me and I looked at it wondering what it would feel like in my mouth again. It was soft and looked chewy. It looked way too big to ever fit like Arnie did to me, but I still liked looking at it. Arnie startled me when his hands and fingers went into my ass crack and against my hole. He never washed me there before. It felt good and weird. I didn't say anything or resist in any way. The way I was feeling about Arnie, he could do anything he wanted to me. But the pleasure of his rubbing was soon interrupted. "Hurry up, boys. Arnie – you have karate this morning. Mom's driving you over early because she has an appointment at 9. Breakfast is in ten minutes." It was Arnie's dad. "What the heck?" I thought. I made sure to lock each door. How the heck did he get in? And what did he see us doing? Did the steam on the clear shower door hide us? Did he see Arnie rub his fingers on my butt hole? We quickly rinsed and got out of the shower to dry. Arnie did not seem as nervous as I was. I noticed Michael left the door open that led to my bedroom. Oh crap – he saw that my bed was made – I meant to mess it up to make it look like I slept in it! He must know that I slept with Arnie! Thank you for reading. I'm getting great comments from some great people! Some are telling me how this story reminds them of their own adventures as a boy. 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