Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 12:05:33 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lunch Box and Donkey Dick

Smith was not an innocent child. He had vandalized a bus, broke a urinal
off the wall, and been in a few fights. He had tried smoking and drinking
and did not like either, but did them if offered anyway. He skipped school
often and lied about home work. But he did not get in trouble for any of
this. It was in third period that a girl said she had a headache and Smith
gave her two aspirin.

The Zero Tolerance Drug Policy of his school demanded that he stand before
the judge. She lectured him on the dangers of over he counter drugs then
sentenced him to six weeks community service at the Forest Boy's club down
the street from his house.

Smith is a tall boy to say the least. In the eight grade he stands six foot
one and weighs over 170 pounds. As a child he figured that if he was going
be big all his life that he might as well get into body building. Back
during the Christmas break of his 11th year he noticed his first pubic hair.
He was bathing and mindlessly fiddling with his circumcised dick when he
felt a slight prick of pain. He examined the fold of skin between the base
of his pail erection and his pubic area and found one single curly two inch
hair. He had caught it under his ring finger as he moved his hand up and
down his soapy shaft. From that time on he decided he was mature enough to
start
working out to get as many muscles as he possible.

Now that he is 14 he has developed a thick six pack from the 300 sit ups he
does every morning followed by 145 push ups and two laps around the Silver
Lake Loop Road where he lives, for a total of three miles. He has one tight
body now, and is proud of it.

His shoulders are rather square but he hopes they would be sharper when he
grows up. His hair is brown as well as his eyes. His lips are thin and a
tawny red. His nipples are the size of a quarter and the same color of his
lips. His cock stands at a nice five and seven eights inches long and four
and a half
inches around. His pubs are black and kinky with thick tufts that point
to each hip and a low dip that almost exposes the base of his cock neck.
His balls hang in one brown wrinkly lump and only loosened up to reveal his
balls when he is jerking off. His legs and butt are well defined with
muscle, and he could form two dimples in each cheek by flexing.

Smith is caring about his dick and every evening he powders it with baby
powder and slowly and gently stroked it until he cums on the mirror. After
a shower each morning he spreads lavender body butter over his shaft. He had
seen
so many older boys that had slammed their salami until it discolored and
he wants to preserve its light pink cast.

Smith and his friends had held circle jerks from before the time he could
cream himself, but at Smith's 13th birthday he had learned a new trick. One
of he boys suggested that they reach to the right and grab the dick beside
them and then with their left hand grab the balls to the left of them. All
five boys involved jumped at the chance, and another three that were
watching
got involved in the next few weeks. One boy called it a "daisy chain" the
other called it a "milkshake club". Smith called it ecstasy!

Smith became addicted to mutual masturbation from that day and worked to
have his willy whacked every day and usually got it at least twice a week.
It was his soul goal in life. This is where we pick up the life story of
Smith. He is walking into the Forest Boy's club.  The air is heavy with
perspiration from undeveloped arm pits.  The walls are concrete block and
echoed the squeaky tones of rapidly changing voices.  The view is a sea of
brown and blond mops of hair waved across the large room.  Two boys pushed
past him at the entrance and make contact with his butt. He can not help but
think which one of these boys would want to jack his meat.

As he enterers the roars of chaos he finds himself in the middle of two boys
taunting a smaller red haired boy clutching a lunch box and trying not to
cry. The bigger boys were snatching his shirt up and smacking his back and
then his belly and saying that they were helping him get rid of his fat.
Smith towered over all three of them. His size, the fire in his eyes and
the name tag that read, "group leader" got immediate attention. Smith
offered to "crack your fucking heads together, you turds". but they opted
to just run into the swell of boys in the game room.

The red haired boy was Allen. The other boys called him Lunch Box. He was
waiting for his brother who was to come with the sixth grade class from the
school only three blocks away.

If you drew a triangle from the school to the boy's club to Smith's house
you would find they were three blocks away from each other. Smiths school
was two blocks the other side of the elementary school.

Smith stepped to the glass window to check in with the chunky black young
adult that wore a name tag that read, Head Councilor. It was clear that he
was not going to come out and Smith was not allowed in. Without instruction
or guidance from any of the staff Smith just wandered around and played
games with the other boys.

Later that day as the crowd began to thin out he notice Lunch Box sitting
with another red haired boy. This was Coal, his brother. They sat quietly
waiting for their turn to play pool as three other boys hogged the cue ball
even after sinking the it repeatedly. Smith stepped in and held the eight
ball and asked the boys if they were done. The looked at the towering body
and handed their sticks to Lunch Box and Coal. From that day on the two red
headed boys were his best friends.

Lunch box was a chubby boy of about 8 or 9 years old. He was always scared
and everyone could tell it.

Coal was just a little shorter than most sixth graders and had bright flame
red hair. He was slim and what could be seen of his chest looked well
defined for his age. Both boys wore hand-me-down shirts and jeans. Lunch Box
always had jeans that were too long and Coal
always had jeans that were too tight and too short.

Smith watch the boys play and for the first time noticed just how tight
Coal's jeans were. From the back one could make out the fact that Coal wore
briefs and the gap
between his cuff and his shoes showed that he wore plain crew socks. Smith
followed the edge of  Coal's visible under were line around each plump butt
cheek and to the high bony hip. From the front you could see his package. It
was large and mounded. Even limp
and behind thick denim his individual large balls were visible and his dick
head could be made out against his thick shaft. It looked like the slender
red head was smuggling three plumbs and a rolled up sock. Smith was
instantly hard.

Smith asked the boys, as they were two of only a hand full of boys in the
place now, "Coal, every one else has a nick name. What's yours?" Coal cut
his eyes at Lunch Box and said, "I don't really have one." Lunch Box smiled
and said, "yes he does. They all call him D. D."

Smith could not let this go. "What does D. D. stand for?" Coal shot back
in his rehearsed answer, "Doctor death." Lunch Box giggled and shook his
head. He was busting to tell but kept getting looks from Coal. They began
to tussled and the black man from behind the window made eye contact with
Smith. He stood to separate the two as Lunch box spilled out the words,
"Donkey Dick." Smith froze in place and just smiled. He rolled the name
around in his  mouth a few times, "Donkey Dick, hmmm."

As the days rolled on and the end of Smiths sentence came closer to ending
he became friends with a select group of guys. Two of them were Lunch box
and Donkey Dick. Then Lunch Box started taking clarinet in the school band.
He would have to leave at 4:00 every day and made sure hat D. D. was with
Smith before he left.

On one occasion Smith followed D. D. into the rest room hopping to see his
monster junk but the boys were changing into old shirts to go paint a wall
for the club. He did get a long look at a younger boy who's undeveloped
organ hung off his tender torso like a spigot off an outside wall. It was
completely suckable.  Smith wondered what it would taste like.  He had never
given or taken a head job but thought about it all the time. He lowered his
pants to his upper thigh and held his shirt up high with both hands.  The
young boy pissed without touching himself.  His slight foreskin was left to
unroll as he pushed out a yellow stream.  The stream twisted and arched in
mid air and Smith discovered right then that piss could be sexual .

D. D. had taken off his shirt and it reveled a diamond pattern
of four tiny round scars on the small of his back. One of the boys that did
a lot of picking asked what it was and D. D. said it was from where his step
father had punished him by putting out cigarettes on his back. It broke
Smith's heart. The rest room went silent and they all went to paint. D. D.
and Smith were left alone near the urinal when Smith asked to see the scar
for himself. D. D. turned and slowly lifted the tail of his work shirt.
Smith lightly touch the diamond and ran the bases with his finger tips.
Once he stopped D. D. walked to the urinal and whipped out his snake to
drain it. Smith could clearly see the head. It was bubblegum pink and
larger than he had imagined. Trying not to get caught looking he made
conversation. "I have something at the house that might help take away some
of he scaring."

Plans were made for the next day to sneak out with the band boys and head
for home. As Lunch Box walked out D. D. and Smith followed at a distance.
As they got to the large bush on the corner of Forest and Lake they slipped
behind the bush and stood until the band boys with their leader were out of
sight. D. D. and Smith ran at top speed to the house.

It was not really a house as it was a duplex. It was a small one bedroom
cinder block duplex that was just like the other 13 houses that surrounded
Silver lake. He had lived here with his step dad for the past three years.
On the odd occasion he and his dad would share a bed but usually Smith slept
on the sofa with a sleeping bag.

Smith had only one thing in mind and that was to get into D. D.'s pants and
have D. D. in Smith's. As they opened the half glass door to the living
room Smith shucked off his shoes and showed him the sofa where he slept and
the narrow extremely small kitchen. D. D. left his shoes at the door too.
He touched the two side walls of the kitchen at once and offered D. D. to do
the same. He did.

He opened one door off the kitchen and showed him the
bedroom. He opened the other and showed him the small bathroom. Smith
handed D. D. two frozen pizzas and told him to read the instructions and
make
them both.

Smith needed this boy horned up big time so he said, "I need a shower" and
dropped his pants and underwear in one shot. He tossed them to the bedroom
and walked the three steps to the bathroom. He stood their with his shirt
and sock on and handled his dick mindlessly while he ran the shower for hot
water. He talked about body building and power lifting.  He rolled his dick
head and asked if D. D. did any weight lifting.

He insisted that D. D. stand right there and keep an eye on the pizzas. As
Smith bent to the shower to see what the temperature was, he peeked out from
behind the crack
of he door and saw D. D. checking out his junk. Smith began to swell
slightly.

Smith flipped the plunger that forced the water out the shower head and
turned with his back to D. D. as he slowly opened his stance and ran his
hands down his firm legs to his socks and tugged them off one at a time. As
D. D. watched Smith rocked his hips to make his balls move slightly. He
then stood and faced D D. as he gave instruction on a proper leg lift.

He slowly pealed up and off his shirt to revile a totally naked body. He
flexed his arms and stepped out to the kitchen so D. D. "could see it better
in the light." He bent and flexed within a foot of the nervous red haired
boy.  D. D. could smell Smith's sent and what he assumed was old sperm.

Smith only closed the shower curtain half way and did not close the bathroom
door at all. He kept up conversation with the red headed boy as he rinsed
off. He shut off the water as the first toaster over pizza dinged. He
dried off covering his head with a towel or turning so D. D. knew he had
every chance to check him out. At the end Smith walked out to the boy still
naked and handed him the towel. "Would you dry off my back?" D. D. did.

Smith reached for a basket of folded cloths on the bed and said to him in
great approval, "I just knew you were cool. Were going to be great friends.
Now let me se those scars."

Smith pulled on a pair of basket ball shorts without any underwear. D. D.
turned his back to Smith and lifted his shirt as before. Smith lifted the
shirt all the way off. He reached for the lavender body butter and slowly
and carefully applied it to the round scars. He patted him on his denim
clad butt and said, O. K. now leave your shirt off until this dries. As D.
D. turned to face him Smith playfully pinched Donkey Dick's tit and said,
"You are the coolest 12 year old I have ever met."

Smith sat him on the sofa and turned on some music. He pored D. D. a plastic
cup of wine and cut his plate sized pizza. Smith served his friend first
then came back and sat beside him. The large mirrored wall reflected two
boys
from the chest up. D. D. finished his food in no time and sipped his wine
tasting every drop. Smith draped his right arm over D. D. shoulders and ate
with his left hand. As they sat looking at their reflection in the mirror
Smith let his fingers flick, the roll then pluck that cotton candy colored
nipple. D. D. showed his approval by nudging deeper under Smiths arm.

Smith finished his food and sat the dishes on the floor. He said to D. D.
"After I used to eat my lunch my mother would let me lay across her lap and
she would rub my back." With that he gently led D. D. to do just that.
Smith had lied about his mom. He didn't even know who his mom was. But
there was a boy with his cheek resting one layer of cloth away from Smiths
hardening dick and Smith was rubbing, scratching, and loving his back. In a
few minutes he said, "Turn on your back and I'll do your front."

As he flopped over it was obvious that the red head had a bone. A seriously
hard bone!
D. D. folded his hands behind his head and opened his body to the older boys
exploration. Smith began at his lips with his fingers outlining the full
pink tasty mouth. He worked his way to the chest and then began rubbing his
front as if it were his back. D. D. purred like a kitten under his touch.
Smith asked him about his step father. It was obvious that D. D.'s dad was
hateful and punished him in embarrassing ways. Then Smith offered a favor.
"I know you are a good church kid and you probably don't even know about
this kind of thing but I want to show you something that will make you feel
better. I can do it now... but it means touching your cock."

D. D. closed his eyes and braced himself for he touch.

Smith cupped his hand over the boy bulge and asked, "do you mind..." he
unsnapped the jeans, "If I touch your..." Smith unzipped his fly exposing the
white bulge under his briefs, " your dick? To show you something..." he ran
his
finger tips into the fly of the briefs and made contact with his hot flesh,
"That will make you feel better..." he ran his hand under the elastic and down
to the thick throbbing penis and gripped it firmly, "the next time your step
dad gets on your nerves." D. D. lifted up his hips and pulled down his own
clothes to his thighs. Smith helped them to his knees.

The slender figure lay there before Smith with nothing covering him from his
knees up. D. D. placed one hand on Smiths nipples and tweaked them just as
Smith had done his. Smith gripped the thick rod with one hand and ran the
left over the rest of his body examining every inch.

D. D.'s neck was long and his Adams apple was forming. His color bone stood
out and his chest was firm and slightly square. His nipples were a soft
pink and almost fade into his pail pink chest. His navel was a tight knot
that wanted to stand out but was just tucked into his body. His stomach was
a nice six pack that was well defined but not as thick as Smiths. His pubes
were sparse and a golden red that lay out like rays of the sun on the ocean
waves. This gave Smith an idea.

He reached for the curtain draw string behind him and opened the windows all
the way so this compact white flesh shown even brighter. The bright light of
the sun exposed every vein of Donkey dicks donkey sized dick.  He then
examined
the reason he was called Donkey Dick.

It was a good six plus inches long. That might not seem like much against a
full grown man's body but against this slender twelve year old it was
enormous.
He handled the heavy rod and determined by the breadth of his hand that it
was probably closer to seven inches. The darkening pink head stood full and
slick. A
drop of precum rested on the tip of his circumcised gland. Smiths hand rode
the length of the shaft with his closed fist and noticed just how much loose
skin he could move around and if this meant that the boy was one day going
to get bigger.

D. D. took Smiths hand and turned it so the thumb and index finger were at
the base of his prick and his little finger was at the head. He started
Smith's hand moving up and down then rested that arm over his open eyes as
he smiled at the joy of getting a hand job. D. D. kept his left hand on
Smiths tits and continued to pluck and roll them with gentle fondness.

Smith continued to stroke the pink meat at moderate rate as he felt up the
naked body. D. D. spread his knees so his pants and shorts worked down to
his feet. In a second he kicked them off so he only had on a pair of crew
socks. D. D. moaned and rocked his hips from side to side. Smith moved D.
D. s left hand from his tits to his mouth. Smith sucked on D. D.'s fingers
like they were a collections of dicks. D. D. splayed his right hand over
his eyes and began to gasp in pleasure. Smith's hands kept up their speed
and lengthened the stroke to include the cock root and go over the gland
with all of his hand. D. D. began to hiss in a deep husky voice, "Oh
shit...oh hell...Oh fuck... so good...so great"

D. D. giggled under his breath and gasped again.  He let his right hand fall
to the floor and notice that he could feel something warm against his back.
It was Smiths hot erection pressing against D. D.`s shoulder blade. Donkey
Dick's face began to twitch and his stomach spasm.  He curled his toes and
shook his legs.  His dick was ever so slightly growing and twitching. He
gulped and gasped again.

D. D. moved both of his hands to his own ball sack and massaged then like
Chinese balls. He slowly bucked and moaned. He began to seep clear liquid
from his piss slit and his exclamation got louder and louder.  "Oh yes..oh
nice...
so fucking hore!"  Smith did not try to quiet him down. He just let him
shout. As the pressure built behind the large deep pink head D. D. tried to
focus on Smith's face but could not.
His eyes rolled around in his head as he faced Smith and shouted, "you
freak! You fucking freak! I got to cum! Do it, do me, do it!" His words
came out with specks of spittle. He bucked his hips and gasped with every
stoke now. His balls were slapping around like eggs in the bottom of
rowboat. Suddenly they slapped up close to his thick shaft and hugged
them for dear life. Again D. D. shouted, "Fuck...fuck...fuck me you
bastard!" And he shot.

The first rope of cum flew up and landed across his own open lips. As he
breathed in and out of his mouth that string broke and dripped onto his
tongue.
He licked the residue off his own lips. The next rope landed on his
right shoulder and also on his upper tit with a string connecting them. A
glob came next and flipped end over end onto his lower stomach. Another
small speck shot up to his tit and the next few, more oozed than shot, and
landed near and on his golden red pubes.

At some point during he orgasm D. D. had grabbed Smiths fist and held it in
place as he humped it. He squeezed the fist hard to make extra firm contact
with his shaft and hand. He was now spent of his juice but still humped
the firm hand. It was so erotic to see his six pack roll in undulating
patterns like waves crashing against his boyhood. The veins stood out on
his neck and temples. His chest and face reddened with animal pleasure. He
kept humping for a few more minutes then finally came to rest on Smith's
lap.

While still laying on his lap D. D. hugged Smith close to his naked body and
his sperm smeared on to Smiths torso. D. D. tried to kiss Smith but Smith
pulled away. He had never kissed another guy before. He had second
thoughts about it and decided to go ahead and kiss the flushed face in front
of him. D. D. slipped his tongue to Smiths lips and Smith let it in. D. D.
could tell the kissing thing was not going well so he stopped and relaxed.
Smith bent to D. D.'s feet and tugged the only thing the boy had on, his
socks. He stood D. D. in front of he mirror and sperm began to run
downward. D. D. tried to clean it off but Smith held his hand and said
that they should just let it go.

D. D. looked his own body up and down and so did Smith. Their chests still
pumping air and their hearts still just pumping.  The contrast between the
small pink boy and the tall square youth were like a photo in  a health
book, for the exception of the dripping sperm and the over sized half hard.

D. D. slowly hooked his fingers under Smiths waist band and asked, "Can I do
you now?"
Smith smiled and said, "Hell yes!"