Date: Sat, 03 Apr 2004 12:57:08 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Crazy Boy Trevor wasn't best friends with anybody; but he was friends with everybody. He was weird. I remember in 3rd grade he ate a bug at recess. Then that summer he ate a worm. You could tell him to eat anything and he would. In 5th grade he was dared to climb to the top of the very wimpy tree. As he was doing it he fell and broke his arm. When he was picking his nose at school or whenever he didn't care if you saw him. If you teased him about it, he would just smile or laugh or try to wipe it on you. There was no way you could embarrass him. In 7th grade I saw him in class adjusting his dick area. Everybody does it, but you pretend you don't so you don't get teased. Anyway, he was doing it and I saw him. He just looked at me and smiled. He didn't even care that I caught him. A few months later, he was came into the bathroom when I was pissing at the urinal. Most guys will skip the one next to you to pee if there's room. Not Trevor. He came right up to the one next to me and started. He didn't stand close to the urinal like everyone else does, he stood back. I tried to peek, but he caught me. "If you want to see it, just ask." "I wasn't looking." "Yeah you were. I don't care." He looks at mine. "Yours get any bigger than that?" Embarrassed, I finish and quickly put my dick back in my pants and zip up. "Mine gets lots bigger." He's shaking off the pee drops. "Want to see?" I was too shocked to say anything, but curious to see another boys boner. He stands right where he is and plays with his dick. Squeezing it and moving it around until it sticks straight up. Just then someone else starts to come in the bathroom. Not wanting to be accused of being gay or anything, I quickly turn away from Trevor and his boner and go out of the room as Jacky comes in to the bathroom. Later in the day, I overhear Jacky talking to some of our friends. "Yeah, he was jacking it off right there in the bathroom. It was hilarious." "Yeah, he's crazy." "How big was it?" "Did he jizz?" "Did he nut?" "Yeah, he shot right into the urinal." "Gross." "Cool." "He's crazy." "Jesus, man." Jacky sees me coming over. "Hey Cooper, you jack off everyday?" Jesus! He was asking me about jacking off? Of course the big question was, what should I say? Do I admit it? Were they admitting it to each other? None of them seemed too shocked about Trevor's jacking, so maybe it was safe to admit. How to I admit it and be cool? "Well, I might have missed a day or two." This was a perfect cool answer because they all started laughing and I could tell that it was a good thing to say. A couple of weeks later, I run into Trevor in the bathroom. He's just pissing as I come in. I almost walk out, but decide, that would be acting like a pussy. I skip a urinal and start my business. We are washing our hands together. I get up the nerve. "Did you really jack off in here? And let Jacky watch?" "Yeah. Why not? Don't you jack off?" "Yeah, I jack off. Just not in front of people." "Why not." "Jacking off is a private thing." "Yeah, it's a private thing if you do it by yourself. But it's not a private thing if you do it with someone else. Know what I mean?" "Not really." "Well everybody jacks off. Why pretend you don't. It's a normal thing, like picking your nose, farting or taking a dump. Why be embarrassed about it?" "I don't know. You jack off with other people?" "Not really. I mean if I'm jacking off and somebody comes in, they can watch or not watch. I don't care." "You don't care?" "No. Why should I?" "Well it's embarrassing." "Not to me. Why is it embarrassing to you?" "I don't know." "So do it. Now. I dare you." "No." "Ok, then don't. See you." He walks out of the bathroom. His words keep following me around all day, and all week. Why is it embarrassing? We all do it. It's normal. What also keeps bugging me is why I liked watching him play with himself. Why did it give me a boner? Why do I think about that when I jack off? Am I gay? Am I? I finally decide if I see him in the bathroom again and he's jacking I will stay to watch. But it doesn't happen and then school is out. I run into him two weeks into the summer when we both sign up for the same tennis camp. He's the only one I know so we kind of hang out and play together when we can. One overcast days, it starts to pour down rain and they send us home. He lives across the street and we quickly run to his house so I can call my mom to pick me up. After I call her, we go up to his room. It's as crazy as he is. He's got movies poster, dinosaur posters, Tool posters and Kiss stuff all over his room. I don't think he has any wall space that's not covered. He starts to strip off his wet clothes. He doesn't stop when he gets to his boxers. When he pulls them off I try not to stare at his dick. But it's not just hanging there. It's growing. He dries off, ignoring his almost boner dick. He sees me looking at it. "What? You don't get boners?" "No. I get them." "So why do you looked so shocked." "I don't know." "I think you like my boner." He looks down at his boner. "Cooper likes you. Do you like Cooper?" He changes his voice and pretends he is talking for his boner. "Yes, I like Cooper. And I think he's got a boner too." He changes back to his regular voice. "Do you?" "Yeah," I admit. "So let's see it." Suddenly, my hormones override my brain as I pull down my pants and boxers, letting my wood pop out. "See. No big deal. Wait." He gets on his knees and gets close to my dick. "It IS a big deal." He looks up to me. "How big is it?" "5 and a half." "Excellent. So you want to jack off or anything." "Or anything?" "Yeah. Want to do anything?" "Like what?" "Like whatever. Jack off, mess around, have fun." I am about to explode with the excitement of trying to figure out what he's suggesting. "Well, my mom will be here in a little bit." "Ok, let's just jack off." He plops on his bed and motions for me to come over. I lay down next to him and he starts to jack off. I follow his motions and it isn't long before we both come. He's naked, so it's easy for him. I still have all my clothes on and don't pull my shirt up far enough and shoot on it. He just laughs as his climbs over me. A drop of his drips on my shirt. He gets a wet sock off the floor and hands one to me to clean up with. As I'm cleaning up, he gets dressed in some dry clothes. We go downstairs and wait for my mom. "Want to come over tomorrow after tennis? Maybe spend the night?" "Yes." Maybe I can find out what he means by do stuff together.