Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 14:44:21 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Being Dirty

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					Being Dirty
					    By
					Butters2020

	Robby Wurms was a dirty boy.  I think that's what drew me to him.
We were so unalike.  I had mousy brown hair that was always overdue for a
haircut.  He had black hair kept in a buzz cut.  I had blue eyes; his eyes
were so dark they were almost black.  He had thick, expressive eyebrows
that drew your attention to his eyes. He had a tiny little gap between his
front teeth.  My grandmother always said I could pose for a toothpaste
commercial.  But mostly, he was a dirty boy and I wasn't.  I never
misbehaved, I was the one the other parents always compared me to when they
fussed at their kids.  "Why can't you be more like James?"  It's a wonder
Robby and I were friends at all, let alone best friends.

	We met in scouts when we were ten.  I was surprised to learn that
we went to the same school and were in the same grade.  I never saw him at
school, only at the weekly scout meetings and once or twice in the
neighborhood even though he lived two streets over.

	Mrs. Peeler, our den mother, was always reprimanding Robby for
talking dirty.  He didn't cuss but he was obsessed with body parts and
bodily functions.  When Mrs. Peeler fixed us hot dogs for lunch Robby held
his in front of his crotch and waggled it in front of us and called it his
wiener.

	I blushed furiously.  I never talked that way, but I laughed along
with the other boys.  Robby kept grinning even when Mrs. Peeler punished
him and took away his hotdog, saying, "No lunch for boys with dirty
mouths."  When she wasn't looking, I broke my hotdog in half and shared it
with him.  That was the beginning of our friendship.

	I dropped out of scouts the following year.  It just wasn't for me.
But Robby and I remained friends.  I rode my bike to his house, or he rode
his to my house every day after school, and of course every day during the
summer.

	I shared a bedroom with my younger brother.  One day when Robby was
at our house, he saw an old photograph that one of my parents had taken of
me when I was three.  In it I was naked, standing on the sofa.  I'd found
my old baby book, the one where my mother had written down my first word,
when my first tooth came in, and so on.  Photos had been tucked between the
pages of the baby book.  One from my first birthday, with me in a highchair
and cake smeared all over my face.  One of my first haircut.  And this
picture of me naked on the sofa.  I was mortified when I'd found it, and
taken it out of the baby book and placed it on top of the chest of drawers
which is where Robby found it.

	His face lit up.  "Is this you?" he said, grinning.

	"No," I lied.  "It's my brother."

	"No, it's not.  It's you.  I can tell."  He kept staring at the
photo.

	"Give it to me," I said.

	"Can I keep it?"

	"What?  No! Don't be weird."  He reluctantly handed it to me and I
put it in the top drawer and closed it.  He looked at the drawer hungrily.
After that, every time he came to my house, he asked to see the photo and
kept nagging me until I gave in and let him look at it for a couple of
minutes.

	"Why do you always want to see that picture?"

	"I dunno," he said.  "I just like looking at your wiener."

	"Mrs. Peeler was right.  You're dirty."

	He grinned.  "I know.  I bet you're dirty, too."

	I blushed.  "I am not."

	"Right," he said, like he knew I was lying.  But I wasn't.
Sometimes I wanted to be dirty.  I was just too scared.  He looked from the
photograph to my crotch, then looked me in the eyes.  "Let me see your
wiener for real."

	"No way," I said.  "My mom's home.  My brother might come in."  He
didn't argue.  My brother was always butting in when Robby was over.

	He said, "Do you know Timmy Snyder?"  Timmy scared the hell out of
me.  He was an older boy, thirteen or fourteen.  I was riding my bike one
day and Timmy and his friends got mad when I was on their street without
permission.  They chased me on their bikes.  When they caught up to me they
knocked me over.  My leg had a bad road rash which was bad enough, but I
cried in front of them which was ten times worse.

	"Yeah, I know that jerk," I said.

	Robby said, "He's not a jerk all the time.  He's got a fort in his
backyard.  It's private."

	"So?"

	"So, we can go there, and you can show me your wiener."

	"Or we can stay here and play Mousetrap."

	"I'll show you my wiener too."

	"I don't want to see your wiener," I said, but it took me too long
to say it.

	"Yeah, you do."  He quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear,
flashing me for three seconds before pulling them back up again.  I'd never
even seen my brother's dick before.  We shared a bedroom but changed
clothes in the bathroom.  Robby had done it so quickly I only got a brief
glimpse of his pale penis and tiny nutsack.  They looked similar to my own.

	My penis twitched a little.  At eleven years old puberty was right
around the corner, but already spontaneous erections were becoming a thing.
Unlike those, the boner that was sprouting now had a reason. Even if I
didn't understand what it was, I knew that seeing Robby's dick, even for
just a second or two, had something to do with my dick getting hard.

	He grinned that knowing grin.  "You wanna see it again, don'tcha?"

	"You've seen mine enough times in that picture," I said defiantly.

	"See?  I knew you were as dirty as me.  But your mom is home, and
your brother could come in.  If you wanna see it again, we should go to
Timmy's fort."

	"We can't just go to some other person's house and use his fort.
That's trespassing or something. He won't let us."

	"He will if he's there, too."

	I thought about the time Timmy and his friends chased and
humiliated me.  Robby must have seen the look on my face.  He said,
"Really, he's okay. I promise.  I've been there lots of times."

	I don't know if it was his assurances or my desire to see his dick
again that won me over, but, in the end, I told Mom that I was going to
Robby's.  She told me to come home when the streetlights came on, and we
retrieved our bikes and I followed him to Timmy's house.

	When we got there Robby didn't bother knocking on the Snyders'
front door.  He led the way to their back yard and sure enough, there
against the fence that separated their yard from the alley behind the house
was Timmy's fort.  It looked like a treehouse minus the tree.  Instead of
wood the walls were made of sheet metal.  It had a real door and two
windows that I could see.  Blue curtains covered the windows.  Robby went
to the door and knocked on it.

	"Go away!" Timmy called from inside.

	"It's me," Robby said.  "And a friend."

	After a second the door opened.  Timmy, fourteen, taller than Robby
and me, blond hair plastered to his head by sweat, stood there wearing just
a pair of cut-off jeans.  I almost turned around and went home but Robby
nudged me inside.

	Timmy gave no sign that he recognized me.  When we were inside he
closed the door and padlocked it.  "Hey!" I said.

	Timmy said, "Relax.  It's not to keep you in.  It's to keep other
people out." There was a lawn chair next to an ice chest.  Timmy sat in it
and pointed to three more folded lawn chairs leaning against one wall of
the 6x9 fort.  Robby grabbed two of them and unfolded them and we sat down.
Timmy opened the chest and took out two beers and gave them to us.

	I'd never had a beer before.  I don't know if Robby had, but he
opened his and took a sip, so I did, too.  I didn't like the taste.  Timmy
said, "What's up?"

	I thought Robby would make up a story and that maybe we'd build up
to why we were here.  I'd forgotten that he was such a dirty boy.  He said,
"I wanna see James' dick but he can't show it to me at his house."

	Timmy raised his eyebrows.  "Is that right, James?  You gonna show
us your dick?"

	"I don't know.  I thought Robby was gonna show me his dick."

	"You both sound like a couple of pussies to me.  I think you should
both show your dicks."

	"Okay," Robby said.  He stood up and pulled down his shorts and
underwear again, this time taking them all the way off.  I gawked at his
crotch.  Unlike when he did it at my house, he had a boner.

	"C'mon James, what are you waiting for?" Timmy said.  I was frozen.
I would have done it if had just been me and Robby.  Timmy left his lawn
chair and walked over to me.  We both stood there looking at Robby's boner.
Timmy put his arm around my shoulder.  I glanced at him and noticed for the
first time the hairs in his armpit, something neither Robby nor I had.  He
pointed to Robby's hard dick and I focused on that again.  He said, "Don't
be scared James.  Robby and I show each other our cocks all the time."

	Timmy was even dirtier than Robby.  Cock was a super dirty word.  I
already had a boner of my own from watching Robby.  Hearing Timmy say
"cock" made my dick even harder.  It hurt because it was pointed the wrong
way in my jeans.  I needed to adjust it but was too scared to touch it in
front of them.  Timmy squeezed my shoulder the way a big brother would and
said, "We do more than show."  He leaned over and said in my ear, but still
loud enough for Robby to hear, "Robby sucks my cock.  Don't you Robby?  You
want to suck now?"

	Up until now Robby had an insolent, cocky expression on his face as
he looked at me, daring me to take out my wiener.  Suddenly he looked
nervous.  "That's okay."

	Timmy took his arm from my shoulder and unbuttoned his cutoffs.  "I
don't think James believes me.  I don't want him to think I'm a liar."  He
unzipped his cutoffs and kicked them off.  There was a bulge in his
underwear that had to be twice as big as Robby's boner.  When he took off
his underwear I gasped.  There was hair around his dick!  What the heck!

	My and Robby's boners were as big around as Timmy's middle finger
and as long as his pinky.  His dick, which was for sure a cock and not a
dick, was almost twice as long as ours and almost twice as thick.  It was
enormous.

	Timmy said, "if you don't want to suck mine right now, then how
about you suck his?"
	Robby looked at me with that same hunger he'd had every time he
looked at the photograph of me naked on the couch.

	Timmy reached for my fly.  "Fair is fair, James.  You can't be the
only with who doesn't have his cock out."

	My dick was super hard and still pointing the wrong way.  I had to
reposition it, or it was going to break.  I didn't resist when Timmy undid
my fly and pulled my shorts down.  When he pulled the waistband of my
jockeys away from my belly, allowing my dick to spring up, I sighed with
relief.  Robby leaned forward, trying to look inside my underwear.  Timmy
pulled down my underwear and my dick was now on display, as hard as the
other boys, but sticking almost straight up.

	 Robby licked his lips and took a step closer to me.  Timmy said,
"How about it, James?  You want Robby to suck your dick?"

	"Why?" I asked.

	Timmy laughed and said, "Where did you find this kid?"

	"Leave him alone," Robby said. "I didn't know nothing before you
showed me, did I?"

	Timmy sat back down and grabbed his dick and kind of slowly ran his
hand up and down it.  "So, show him, then."

	Robby walked over to me and took my dick and stroked it, making me
shudder.  "It's okay, James."  He let go of my dick and took my hand and
led me to the lawn chair.  He sat down and just stared at my boner with
that hungry look.  He looked up at me and said, "I really, really like your
wiener."

	I blushed.  Even though I was embarrassed being one of three naked
boys in a fort with only thin blue curtains covering the two open windows,
I whispered, "You're so dirty."

	He nodded.  "I want to be dirty with you."  Then he grabbed my butt
and pulled me to him and licked my boner.

	"Oh!" My voice went up an octave.  Before I could fully appreciate
this brand-new feeling, he gently took my boner, which was still pointing
to the roof of the fort and sucked it into his mouth!  I'd never had a wet
dream, never played with myself, never experienced anything like this.
"Ohhhh! Oh!"  I couldn't form words.  The feelings were overwhelming.  My
knees threatened to give out and I had to grab Robby's shoulders to steady
myself.

	He sucked on my hard cocklet, tonguing the mushroom head which was
throbbing in his mouth while I mewled and moaned.  His fondled my little
balls, rubbing them with his thumb.  I didn't know what was happening, but
I never wanted to stop being dirty with him.

	I hadn't seen Timmy leave his chair but suddenly he was standing
next to me.  "He's a good little cocksucker, isn't he, James?"  He was
running his fingers gently over my nipples, stopping to tweak and pinch
them now and then.  I looked at him helplessly.  He squeezed some kind of
clear goo out of his monster cock (I was learning to love that dirty word)
onto his finger and then rubbed the goo onto my lips.  "I bet you'll be a
good cock sucker, too.  Whose cock do you want to suck first?  You want
Robby's little boy dick in your mouth, or do you want to suck on my big
cock?"

	I looked at his boner, with the hair.  Are Robby and I going to get
hair down there, too?  I reached out a tentative hand and ran my fingers
through it.  He took my hand and moved it from the hair to his cock and
used my hand to stroke him, but he did all the work.  I was incapable of
moving my arm, lost in the sensations of Robby's tongue lapping at the head
of my dick.

	Timmy pinched my tit just as Robby rubbed my balls and licked a
super sensitive area of my throbbing boner.  "Robby!" I yelled as my knees
finally did give out.  Timmy had to hold me to keep me from falling as
something happened to me.  It felt like a tight string connecting the base
of my spine to my dick snapped, causing an explosion of sensations in my
penis.  It kept throbbing and throbbing.  My hips were bucking
automatically, pushing my boner deeper into Robby's mouth.  He grunted
hungrily, pulling my butt trying to swallow me.  One second, I wanted more
and more, never wanting the feeling to stop and the next second it was too
much, it hurt.

	I pulled out of Robby's mouth, exhilarated, afraid, wanting to run
away, wanting to stay, never wanting to do this again, wanting to do it
again right now.  "What was that?" I said.

	Timmy ignored me, asking Robby, "Was it dry or did he squirt?"

	"Dry."

	"I bet he's never seen cum before.  Fuck he don't even know what
cum is."

	"I don't know.  I guess," Robby said.

	"Then don't swallow," Timmy said, pushing me aside and taking my
place in front of Robby.

	Robby looked at me and said, "Don't worry.  I like yours better,"
and then he sucked Timmy's dick into his mouth.  My boner had never gone
away and now it started to throb again.  It was only a minute ago that it
had been so sensitive that I pushed Robby away but now I was jealous of
Timmy.  I wanted to be back in Robby's mouth.  What was even stranger was I
wanted HIS boner in MY mouth.  He was right: I was as dirty as he was.

	Timmy was pinching his own tits the way he had been pinching mine.
"Yeah, suck it.  Tug on my nuts."  He looked at me and grinned when he saw
me staring.  "Pay attention, James.  You'll be doing this next time.  You
can practice on your cocksucker friend in the meantime."

	My friend is a cocksucker.  I want to be a cocksucker too. I want
to suck his cock.  Can we both suck Timmy's cock at the same time?  Is that
possible?

	Robby wasn't able to suck all of Timmy's dick in like he'd done to
me, but Timmy still seemed to be liking it.  "My nuts!  Tug my nuts!" he
ordered.  Robby had tenderly rubbed my balls, but he was really pulling on
Timmy's.  That would hurt me, but Timmy liked it.  He was dirtier than me
Robby put together.  I reached over and pushed his hand away from one of
his nipples and took over pinching it.  I pinched it hard.

	He grabbed me by the hair and said, "Suck 'em.  Suck my titties."
Oh man, my boner was so hard it hurt.  He pulled my face to his chest and I
sucked his nipple.

	Then I bit it.  He growled and said, "Fuck, here it comes!" and he
grunted while I kept chewing on his tit.

	After a few seconds he pushed me away and grinned.  "Gawd damn,
you're an eager sonofabitch."  Then he turned to Robby.  "Show him what's
waiting for him when he gets his nut on."

	Robby stuck out his tongue. It was covered with white goo.  "That
came out of your boner?" I asked Timmy.

	"Yep."

	I said to Robby, "Does it come out of yours?"

	He swallowed before answering.  "Not yet.  I think we gotta get
hair first."  He hesitated and then said, almost bashfully which wasn't
like him at all.  "Umm, James, I'm the only one who hasn't . . .  you
know."

	"I'll do it to you," I said.  "You'll have to tell me what to do,
but I'll do it.  I want to be a dirty cocksucker."