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Levi

A new story by Danny

author of such stories as...

Simon's Journal

Goodbye Normal Jeans

Alvin Ever After

 

Part I

 

My friends and I were standing around after hours outside of school laughing and being stupid. The rest of the student body as well as most of the teaching staff had long since departed. We'd all had detention that day for being late to school on Monday. It wasn't because we'd been out doing bad things, we simply got were late because we stopped to watch some dunk douchebag driver getting arrested. It was actually worth getting detention because the guy actually pissed on one of the officers legs. Our punishment was that we had to stay after school and sit in the lunch room for the same amount of time we were late to school. The only bad part about it was that we had to do it on a Friday. We sat for twenty-five minutes, not talking but still communicating with little looks, hand gestures and such. There was actually a moment there where we almost got in trouble again because I kept making my friend Abby giggle.

Once our detention was over we had made our way to our lockers and then headed outside where we were standing around and talking, all except Abby who was standing about twenty feet from us, filming us with the new camera she received for her birthday a couple months back. She's big into UsTube.com and has like a hundred videos of either her talking to the camera or videos of all of us goofing around and being dumb.

"Levi? What are you doing?" Abby questioned.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets to try to keep them warm. I hadn't realized until she said something that I had been rubbing my thighs from inside my pockets. However, that isn't how it looked.

Moe, the clown of our little group then said, "Leave the little perv alone! He's just trying to release some pent up stress."

Everyone laughed; myself included.

"I happen to be freezing my balls off over here!" I laughed and pulled my hands from my pockets to breath into them.

As I did, Phil had slipped behind where I hadn't seen him and threw his arms around me as he began to grope my chest. Phil has a reputation around school as a prankster as well as a bit of a ladies-man. He's big for his age, towering over my friends by a good eight to ten inches, and is well over a foot taller than me. He also doesn't really know his own strength and is constantly causing one of us pain without really trying too. Phil is impulsive and just a bit on the rude side, but he's fun and makes school bearable.

We all laughed as I attempted to slip free of his rear embrace as he acted like he was humping me from behind.

"Aaaaahhh young love!" Abby laughed as she stepped closer and focused on Phil and myself.

"Phil that hurts!" I complained when he began to squeeze my nipples through my white school shirt.

"He likes it rough Phil!" Moe laughed while reaching out and tickling me with one hand while pulling on my tie with his other.

"NO TICKLING!" I cried out in laughter while attempting to escape them both.

Finally breaking free I jumped away from Phil, rubbing my aching nipples and playfully complaining, "You keep pinching them and they'll swell up like Heathers!"

"HEY!" Heather complained, "Leave my breast out of your little gay fest!"

Phil had momentarily turned away from me and without really thinking I took that opportunity to kick him in the backside. However, I'd somehow mistaken how close we were for instead of bruising his posterior; my foot went all the way between his legs, striking him in the balls.

Everyone moaned sympathetically as Phil doubled over in pain. I fell against the concrete barricade that separates the faculty parking lot from the school. I couldn't breathe because I was laughing so hard.

"Leeeeevvvvvvvvviiiiiiii!" Phil cried out as he fell to his knees, then onto his side and curled into the fetal position.

Abby laughed, "He won't be using that for a while!"

Moe and I pretended to be kicking Phil while he was down. Phil tried to protect himself while still suffering from ball ache.

Offering Phil a hand to help him up he scowled at me and slapped my hand away.

Abby who was still filming the whole thing laughed. "Aaah the two love birds are having a spat."

He rolled a bit and moaned so I threw myself down on top of him and began to playfully hump his head.

"Get off Fagot!" Phil cried.

With a slap to his backside which echoed off the side of the school I sprang back up and offered him my hand again. He took it this time but still scowled while holding his balls.

As I pulled him to his feet he surprised me and lunged at me, took hold of either side of my head and pulled me in for a lip to lip kiss. It'd happened so fast that I hadn't had time to react. One second I was helping him up, the next he was kissing me.

I shoved him off while complaining, "Aaaaah gross man!"

I tried to wipe my mouth on my shirt sleeve but I hadn't seen that Heather had slipped around behind me. During my momentary distraction, I was kegged; thankfully not fully kegged though. Now that would have been embarrassing!

Everyone squealed and laughed. I just stood there, my pants around my ankles and my bright, florescent green underwear exposed to all. I didn't attempt to pull up my pants either which only made everyone laugh all the more.

"By the looks of his package, Levi's really cold now!" Phil laughed and pointed.

"Does anyone else feel a draft?" I laughed.

"OOOOOH I so got all that on camera!" Abby announced.

"That's going on Ustube!" Moe joked.

Abby cheered, "You better believe it!"

Phil tried to grab me again but I pushed him away while jumping away from him and moving Heather between us as I attempted to pull my pants back up.

"Levi's hiding behind a girl!" Abby laughed.

I wiped my mouth again and asked Phil, "Are you wearing Cherry Chapstick?"

"AAAAaahhhhh that's sick!" Moe laughed.

"If you must know, it's Wild Very-Berry!" Phil said in a very dramatic and overly acted sort of way. It was clear he was performing for the camera.

"I'm never going to be able to get out of my head the image of Phil and Levi kissing and then seeing Levi's boxer-briefs." Moe howled.

"Ah who you kidding! You'll be abusing yourself tonight as you watch it over and over on UsTube." Abby chortled at him.

Moe began to then act like he was humping the air by thrusting his hips back and forth.

"I think a man in boxer briefs is hot!" Heather said as she threw an arm around behind my neck.

"Yeah but Levi's just a boy with a baby dick!" Phil laughed and playfully flicked my ear.

I tried to defend myself by slapping his hand away and arguing that, "It's not the size of the ship, but how you sail it that counts!"

"Yeah keep telling yourself that Levi!" Abby teased.

"Oooooh!" Phil and Moe cheered for Abby's slash against me.

We continued to mess about as we began to head away from school and toward Bench Forest Glade, the housing development we all lived in.

Phil continued messing with me all the way home; poking at me and occasionally grabbing my backside or tugging at my tie. I didn't think anything of it at the time, as all of us are always messing with each other in some form or another.

"So what're you all doing this weekend?" I asked at one point.

Abby answered first, "Fam's going to visit my grand in the home up in Grove City."

"Dad's making us help clean out the garage." Moe said for him, "Plus choking it to Abby's new video of Levi in his briefs!"

We all laughed and I jumped on Moe's back momentarily.

"Oh Levi I think you broke something!" Moe groaned.

"It's a mom and me weekend. Hair, nails, and shopping." Heather said with a flip of her hair.

"I've got no plans." Phil added as he reached out and flicked my ear again. This time he got it right and it hurt.

Grabbing my ear I snapped and shouted, "Phil I swear you do that again and I will rip your arm off and shove it up your ass!"

Of course everyone knew I wasn't serious but it seemed to get Phil to leave me alone, for a couple minutes at least. You see, I'm the runt of our little group. I talk a big game, but the truth is I'm all talk. I couldn't beat up a gnat!

"So how about you Levi?" Abby asked, "Isn't this your weekend with your dad?"

I shrugged, "Supposed to have been, but he called this morning before school and said he has to fly to New York for another meeting."

"I'm sorry Levi, but your dad is turning into a real dick! That's like the third time in two months that he's baled on you." Heather commented.

I felt like I needed to defend him, "No, he's just busy with work. That's all. Besides, he promised that next time we'd go to see the Hadley Saints play."

I think they picked up my disappointment from the tone of my voice because each of my friends seemed to become a bit more melancholy... well except for Phil who recommenced to pick on me.

With a knee to the back side I spun around and was on him so fast he didn't even see me coming. He fell backward onto someone's lawn, but that isn't the bad thing... the bad thing was that he had fell backward right into a huge and very fresh pile of dog crap.

I'd tackled him fast and leapt off him equally as fast and was back on my feet before I knew what had happened.

"OOOOOH!" Phil complained as he lifted his backside up and did a crab walk to the sidewalk.

The smell overcame us all almost instantly. Have you ever wanted to puke while laughing yourself nearly to death? I don't recommend it. We all scattered away in different directions, trying to run from the smell.

"Levi you are so dead!" Phil complained while getting to his feet and trying to twist around to see how bad the mess was.

It was bad. Even from over twenty feet away and with a parked car between us, I could see that his entire backside and some of his shirt, was covered in the dog crap.

"I swear I didn't know that was there when I jumped..." I began to say but stopped when I saw that Phil was running toward me. "Oh shit!" I cussed and took off as fast as my undersized, thirteen-year-old legs would carry me.

When you have an angry, smelly, crap covered fourteen-year-old guy chasing you, it is quite surprising just how fast you are able to run. Seriously! I don't think I have run that fast in my life.

I can remember hearing Abby and Heather shouting at Phil to leave me alone and Moe yelling for me to run faster. However it wasn't long before I couldn't hear them anymore. I didn't have to look back to see if Phil was still giving chase, because I could undoubtedly hear him and it was clear he was right behind me.

"Phil, come on! You know I didn't mean..." I tried saying while running.

"I'm going to make you lick it off when I catch you!" he said angrily.

We were maybe two blocks from my house when I felt his fingers brush my left shoulder. I think I might have screamed as I willed every ounce of strength into my legs. But it wasn't enough. I felt his hand grab hold of my shirt and the only thing I could think to do was to drop and pray he went flying over me. It worked too well.

At full speed I threw myself to the ground and curled into a rolling ball. Phil, having not expected me to do that, tripped over me and did a complete flip in the air before hitting the ground on his back and sliding about fifteen feet before nutting himself on the pole of a street sign. For the second time that afternoon Phil had been nutted and it could be argued that I was the cause of both occurrences.

When he straddled the pole it was with such force that the metal street sign rang out like a bell and literally ended any aggression Phil had within him.

Abby, Heather and Moe finally caught up to us as I was getting to my feet. They were panting for air and laughing hysterically.

"That was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life!" Moe tried to say.

Phil was rolling around on the ground holding his balls and moaning while Abby again was recording it all.

"That had to hurt!" I laughed and coughed.

"Shut up Levi!" Phil cried.

"Serves you right for trying to hurt our poor defenseless little Levi!" Heather said.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's so little! You could have broken him!" Abby added.

"HEY!" I complained loudly.

Moe, still laughing tried to help Phil up.

"Don't touch me!" Phil complained.

"So much for the Becker family line! Guess Phil here is the last!" Heather teased.

"No seriously! I think I might have ruptured one!" Phil complained.

"His parents are young. They could have another son." Abby suggested to Heather.

Laughing I said, "Better to go through life with one ball than none!"

Phil shot me one of those looks which said, "I'd kill you if I wasn't dying right now!"

However, Phil wasn't permanently injured. Within a couple minutes he was back on his feet and within five he was walking around, albeit slowly. We took it slow, everyone except me keeping him at a distance as he still stank quite badly. Thankfully, when he'd slid on his back across the grass, most of the dog crap had been smeared off. However it had also smeared further up the back of his shirt too. I was acting as a crutch, allowing him to lean on me as he walked off the pain.

"I'm going to help him home. If I don't see you before, I'll catch up with you on Monday at school." I said to Abby, Heather and Moe.

At least twenty or more feet behind us they waved and said their goodbyes.

"Hope your balls don't swell up too badly!" Abby joked.

"Yeah, remember, put ice on `em when you get home!" Moe added.

Heather's only comment was to tell us goodbye. I was quite surprised at that.

"Are you doing alright?" I asked Phil as the two of us continued walking slowly to his house.

"You mean besides smelling like the floor of a barn and this throbbing pain in my groin?"

"Yeah, besides that." I joked.

"Oh I am just lovely then!"

Swallowing down a laugh I responded with a very simply, "Good!"

I then had to ask the next question, "Did you hit the same ball I kicked?"

He looked down at me questioningly. It was almost like he couldn't believe I asked it.

I smiled and laughed, "Well I'm just wondering if both will swell up or just one!"

Looking forward, he grimaced as he took a few more steps.

Still curious, I just had to ask again, "Well?"

He sighed, "You got the right one. The sign got the left one. Happy?"

"Know something?"

"What?" he asked.

"You really do stink!"

He grunted humorously, "Yeah? I hadn't noticed. Maybe I should try a different kind of deodorant?"

 

Phil's parents weren't home when we got there, but that wasn't a surprise. His parents both work and don't usually get home until late.

I helped him up their steep driveway and through the chain-link gate to the back yard where Hiccup, their chocolate lab greeted us both with the robust joy only a one year old lab can give.

Hiccup jumped at Phil, his front paws landing... yep you guessed it. With a cry that sounded like a girl getting her tit caught in a revolving door (I saw it happen on the late-late-late-show last year), Phil crumbled under the pain. Hiccup, thinking it was a game, tried to jump all over Phil who complained and begged me to get Hiccup off him.

"Did you just ask me to get Hiccup off? I'm sorry but I am not okay with that!" I teased.

"HICCUP DOWN!" Phil cried but being a puppy, Hiccup has zero obedience skills.

While I was leaning on the picnic table laughing Phil attempted to roll face down to protect his tender nut sack. As he tried to stand, Hiccup leapt upon him from behind and then did something I'd never seen him do before. He began to mate with Phil. I lost it. I fell on the ground laughing. Phil had fallen to his knees, unable to get out from under Hiccup who'd managed to wrap his front legs around Phil's waist.

"HICCUP STOP!" Phil shouted.

I saw something large, pink and shiny come out of Hiccup. He must have stabbed Phil with it because Phil really began to panic. It was the funniest thing ever. The more Phil tried to escape, the more forceful Hiccup seemed to get with his thrusting.

I have no idea how I managed to get to my feet while laughing as hard as I was. I grabbed Hiccup by his collar and pulled him off. Hiccup didn't want to stop and fought me, but I'd managed to give Phil the chance he needed to get up and back in control.

"STUPID ASS DOG!" Phil said and tried to kick at him but he was too far away and the effort seemed to hurt his already tender ball.

Phil picked up a large bone that was lying by the back door to the garage, showed it to Hiccup and then lobbed it into the air and toward the furthest point in the back yard.

Hiccup took off running after the bone.

"Quick, get in here before the son of a bitch comes back!" Phil said as he reached out, grabbed me by the tie like it was a leash and pulled me into the garage.

We'd no sooner got the garage door closed than Hiccup came back, and was scratching, whining and wondering why we didn't want to play anymore.

"God-damn motherfucking piece of shit!" Phil cussed through the glass of the door.

Hiccup looked in at us and I swear to you the look on that dogs face was, "HEY! I WASN'T DONE FUCKING YOU YET!"

Laughing I teased Phil who was leaning over with his hands on his knees, "Butted a nut and got your cherry popped all in one day!"

"Oh you are not even remotely funny!" Phil said as he playfully tried to slap my face.

"We both reek!" I pointed out.

"Yeah, let's go to the basement and get cleaned up down there."

"Gonna put ice on your balls?" I asked sort of serious and kidding at the same time.

"Keep it up Levi!" he warned and then added, "Come on! The washer's down stairs."

"My mom is going to kill me when she sees my clothes." I pointed out, "You'd think it was the worst thing in the world to get a small grass stain. When she sees this!" I motioned to my clothes which were both smeared with the crap that was all over the back of Phil and the dirt and grass from when I had taken the dive earlier.

"No, we'll wash our stuff and they won't have a clue anything happened." Phil said as he led the way from the garage to the door that lead into the house.

I'd been in his house loads of times but oddly, I'd never once stepped foot in the basement. I'm not sure why. I guess there never was a reason.

Although Phil had one of the nicer houses on the outside and his mom kept the inside nicely decorated, the basement wasn't so nice. It was a basement and unfinished. Stacked in what seemed to be no logical order were countless plastic bins of various sizes from small to big enough to hide a body. All were labeled for different holidays, receipts, bills, and other such home type stuff.

Phil led me through the maze of plastic bins to the back where the washer and drier sat beneath a glass block window. He lifted the lid to the washer and began to take off his tie. Without being directed too, I did the same. When he dropped his tie in the washer, I did likewise. Off came our shoes, which we both kicked to the side and then our socks went into the washer followed by our shirts. When I saw Phil remove his t-shirt and toss it in, I decided I might as well get mine washed too even though it wasn't dirty.

We both began to remove our pants and if you remember, I was wearing bright, florescent green boxer briefs, however Phil, he wasn't wearing underwear.

"Forget something this morning?" I joked.

He smiled, "Nah, between you and me, I hate wearing underwear!"

"Since when?" I asked, as I'd seen him in his underwear many times.

As he dropped his pants in the washer, while keeping his backside toward me he said, "Whenever I think I can get away with it."

I kept my briefs on and dropped my pants into the wash with his. Up to this point in my life, I had never once done a load of laundry so I was completely relying on Phil. However, little did I know that he too had never washed his own clothes. I watched as he dumped one, two, three cups of liquid bleach into the washer, followed by four cups of powdered soap.

Looking into the washer he said, "Better do an extra scoop just to be sure they get completely clean!"

"Will it get the grass stains out?" I asked.

"If not, the bleach will."

I am sure you are cringing already at what just happened. Yeah, well we hadn't a clue what we'd just set in motion. Navy-Blue Dockers pants, Black socks, White cotton shirts and t-shirts and Navy-Blue silk ties in a washer filled with hot water, tons of soap and tons of bleach. Yep, we were in for a very big surprise later.

And with that he pressed a button that said HOT and then turned a dial. The washer didn't do anything.

Phil made a questioning humming sound before he said, "Oh!" and pushed the dial. Suddenly the washer came to life, startling us both. We jumped back away from it and then laughed at ourselves.

He closed the lid and said, "Come on! There is a shower over here."

I followed him to the other side of a concrete block wall where indeed there was a shower. Well actually it was a shower faucet hanging from the concrete wall with a single drain in the middle of the floor. There was also a toilet nearby but no sink. Hanging from nails in the open rafters above our heads was a bar of soap on a rope, a scrub brush, a single white towel with yellow flowers all over it and one kind of nasty, crusty-looking washcloth. It didn't look like this shower was used very often and probably only to wash Hiccup or for his dad to clean up after working in the yard.

Now I have showered in front of guys in school all year so being nude with other guys is nothing new to me. However, I have never seen Phil in the buff until now and so far he'd managed to keep his front directed away from me. That is until he turned on the water and turned to see that I was standing there, absentmindedly hiding my green boxer-brief covered privates with my hands.

"Hey bone-head! Lose the briefs and come on! We have to get the stench of dog shit washed off of ourselves too! Besides you have some shit in your hair."

Okay, a little back story about me. I've got this thing about my hair. I spend like thirty to forty minutes every morning combing and styling my hair. It drives my mother insane. She is constantly complaining about how much time I spend in the bathroom in the mornings.

First, when he'd turned around I'd fixated on the fact that he seemed to have what looked to be a snake with an afro hanging between his legs. Granted Phil is oddly tall for fourteen, but the fact that he had to have what looked to be a six or seven inch dick swinging limp? Well that just didn't seem right. Later I would learn that it was the shock and awe of the moment that made it seem so HUGE, that and his sack and balls are slightly undersized, which makes his dick look even bigger. In reality he is about five inches long whether soft or hard.

I'd learned earlier this year when I had to start showering after gym class that guy's packages are all different and we all mature differently. There are guys in my class with full bushes of pubic hair, while others have only a bit, or like me, none at all. There are guys who have big balls, little balls (again like me), short dicks, fat dicks, hardly any dick at all and so on. However, what Phil had, well it was enormous and it wasn't even erect ... YET!

"OH GOD!" I thought to myself when the word erect appeared in my head, because an image of Phil with his dick sticking straight out toward me had suddenly appeared in my mind. And if you are wondering, yes my imagination made it double in size.

Okay, all that had taken place in the space of about one-millionth of a second; from him turning around, to me spotting his dangling dragon, to him calling me a bone-head. However when he'd said I had dog shit in my hair, I freaked out. Granted I didn't have shit in my hair at all; he just knows how insane I am about my hair and knew it would freak me out. It did at that and then some!

Still wearing my briefs I ran at him, pushing him out of the way and sticking my head under the water. There was one important thing I'd failed to notice; Phil had only turned on the cold water.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed and jumped back out from under the water.

Phil was laughing madly.

"Cold?" he asked flatly.

"YOU ARE A SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted through chattering teeth.

Still laughing he stepped up to the water controls and turned on the hot water too. He then tested the water before adjusting the temperature again.

I was so cold I'd forgot momentarily about Phil's pet snake.

"It's good now." He said grabbing my arm and pulling me under the water.

"Oh so much better!" I cooed as I ran my hands through my now very wet hair to get the crap out of it.

"Stand still and I'll wash your back for you." He said, "Then you can do mine for me."

So I stood there enjoying the very warm water as it flowed down my entire body while he used the scrub brush which turned out to be quite soft and felt real good.

After a moment he said, "We better take these off now. When the washer is done, we'll toss them in the drier with everything else."

Before I could reach down and remove my boxer briefs he'd hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and tugged them to my ankles.

"Step out of them." He instructed and without turning around I did.

He then hung them on a nail above us before he went back to washing my back, neck, shoulders, and upper arms and then down almost to my bottom were he seemed to spend the most amount of time. I guess I was extra dirty in that area. Maybe my shirt had come un-tucked and I'd got grass stains on myself there, or maybe even some of the dog poop.

He reached around me, handing me the soap and brush and then said... well more like commanded me to wash his.

As I turned toward him he'd already put his back to me. Using the bar of soap I lathered up the brush before I began scrubbing his back clean.

"Don't be afraid to really scrub tough." He said kind of soft and breathily.

I applied more pressure.

"Harder."

Wanting to use both hands, I reached around him with the soap and said, "Hold this." I then took the brush in both hands as I attempted to scrub the skin from his back.

"There you go! Like that!"

I continued all over his back.

"Go a little lower." He directed.

I moved the brush down to the lower part of the small of his back; the area he'd spent so much time cleaning on me.

"That's good but just a bit lower."

"Any lower and I'll be washing your butt!" I said with a chuckle.

As if I hadn't said anything at all he again instructed me, "Just go a little lower."

At the time I didn't recognize the feeling in me and the little voice which was telling me that something more than having a shower was happening. I took a breath and moved lower washing the upper parts of my backside, while making sure to stay clear of his crack.

"Come on; really scrub hard. Like you did on my back."

I pressed hard, making him have to readjust his footing a bit to keep from being pushed out from under the warm water.

"Here, put some more soap on the brush, then try scrubbed all over."

I took the soap and lathered up the brush again. When I tried to give the soap back he told me to use the rope and hang it around my neck so I could keep the brush good and lathered.

As I recommenced to scrubbing his bottom he said, "Go all over, even down my legs some. And be sure to get the middle too."

I suppose I was in a way, getting into it as I only hesitated for the briefest of moments before I pressed the brush into his crack and moved it up and down.

"Ooooh! Yeah! Good and hard! That's it!"

With his coaching, I put everything I could into that small soft brush which must have been the right thing to do because he really seemed to be pleased with my actions. I ended up having to lean over a little to get the backs of his legs, but I gave them just as much attention.

"Now turn back around and let me clean your legs too." He said to me.

I turned and faced the wall again while reaching behind myself to hand him the brush. Though I didn't actually look back, I knew that after he took the soap from around my neck that he'd squatted down behind me.

He started at my feet, something I hadn't even washed on him and really scrubbed them a long time. Thankfully he didn't insist on scrubbing the bottoms of my feet as that would have been unbearably ticklish. Working diligently but attentively he continued up my legs, first doing my calves and shins, then the front and back of my knees, then my lower thighs (again front and back) before starting on my bottom and hips. At first he was doing circular motions on one cheek, then the other; alternating back and forth.

In an almost whisper I heard him instruct me to, "Move your feet apart a little."

I obeyed without delay and soon felt the brush running up and down my crack and even between my legs. Occasionally I'd feel the tickle of a few stray bristles as they brushed against my wrinkled sack. And just when I thought he was done, he stood up and from behind he reached around my shoulders as he began to wash my chest. He didn't go as slowly as he had on my legs and backside, but he still was thorough in his cleaning of my body. When he got to my ribs I began to squirm and giggle `because it tickled so much. He moved on past them quickly and was washing the area just below my belly button and I began to worry because I was scared he was going to try to wash my dick and balls. If he did that he'd find out I had an erection. Had I known what was to come, well I wouldn't have been worried about it in the least because I would have had so much more to worry about.

With a trembling voice I asked, "What about my hair?"

He chuckled and confessed, "I was only kidding. You didn't have shit in your hair."

For a very brief second I forgot that I had an erection and turned around to gut-punch him for tricking me. However, when I turned I bumped into something or rather, my stomach bumped into something. He too was sporting a ragging boner and his made mine look like a pimple in comparison.

I looked down and sure enough there it was, sticking out and up with the little slit acting like a winking eye, looking right up at me. His dick was no longer or fatter than it had been when hanging limp, but still was very impressive for a fourteen year old. It was also the very first erection I'd seen besides my own and for sure the biggest penis I'd ever seen up close.

Shocked isn't the word for what I felt when I saw it. I also don't know how long I stood there staring at the thing as it pulsed only a fraction of an inch from my belly button.

We both stood motionless for God knows how long before he slowly brought the brush forward and placed it against my ground. Now he didn't scrub it like he'd done the rest of my body, but simply moved it slow and gentle. It both tickled and felt amazing at the same time.

He did that for a while and I guess at some point I'd closed my eyes and tilted my head back so that the warm water was running directly on my face and down my front. How I was able to still breathe is beyond me.

I didn't even noticed when he knelt down in front of me; I mean he never allowed the brush to become motionless. He eventually did stop and then I felt his hand on my balls. I lifted my head to look up at him but he wasn't there. It was at that instant he did it. He sucked my very hard three inch dick into his mouth. Despite the fact that we'd been taking a very warm shower, his mouth felt hotter inside than the water outside. The moment he sucked me in I gasped, reached out and took hold of his hair to keep from falling because my legs had turned to Jell-O.

I continued to watch him sucking and sliding his lips up and down my dick while he kept his eyes closed due to the water pouring down my front. A feeling inside of me started to grow and grow and grow until it felt like I needed to pee only really, really, really urgently. I was about to say something when the feeling sort of exploded like a stick of dynamite within me. My vision went all fussy and if I hadn't had hold of Phil's hair and head, I would have fallen over. This feeling lasted for only twenty or thirty seconds, but it felt like a hell of a lot longer to me.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

If you are enjoying LEVI then please let me know. You can email me at m12@thedoghousemail.com

 

And be sure to check out my other books...

 

Simon's Journal – Ever read someone's secret diary? Well here is your chance to read the private journal of a young boy named Simon David Leonard. Simon is just a mild American boy...that is until someone threatens his friends or family, then watch out! He has a secret problem which to him feels all consuming. When he decided to go in search for others who share the same secret problem, he sets off a series of events that will change his life, and the lives of those he encounters, forever. As you lose yourself within the pages of his four volume journal, you will laugh, cry, scream, and cheer your way through adventures that will take you halfway around the world and back again.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/simons-journal/)

  

Goodbye Normal Jeans – Meet Nevada, the middle child of a country families seven children. Nevada, prematurely born, lives the life of a simple country boy. His biggest concerns in life are dealing with his physical inadequacies related to his early birth, and making sure the pigs don't get loose. All of that changes when it is discovered that Nevada is exceptionally intelligent and is awarded a scholarship to a prestigious school for gifted young minds. There he must learn new ways of coping with his bodies limitations while trying to cope with life back on the farm.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/goodbye-normal-jeans/)

 

Alvin Ever After – A four part novel series chronicling the life changing events of a young California surfer boy named Alvin who has been uprooted and transplanted clear across the country to Maine?

In the first novel you will journey with Alvin and his parents as they travel east, encountering many adventures and people along their way.

The second novel tells of Alvin's new life in Maine as he and his parents struggle to make a new life for themselves.

The third novel tells the tale of a terrible tragedy which rocks Alvin and his family at its core. Friends and loved ones will flock to Alvin and his family's side as everyone struggles to come to grips.

The final novel in the series, which is coming very soon to Nifty, will see Alvin making a life changing decision and sets out on a new adventure across the country as he attempts to return to California again.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/alvin-ever-after/)

 

And be sure to keep a watchful eye out for LEVI Part III coming soon!