Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2003 09:57:15 -0700 From: dude sweet Subject: Paintball Birthday Painting I got invited to Scott's 13th birthday party. On Friday we all go over to his house. There's about 12 people there plus his family. I don't have a present so I am very embarrassed. I tell his mom that I don't have one. She says its ok. Then later she calls me over and gives me a card to sign and $15 for a CD. So I feel better. Its almost all the kids from our class. After presents and cake and shit all the girls leave and a few guys. The rest of stay for a sleepover. We put all our sleeping bags in the living room and watch Happy Potter 1 and 2, but mostly just mess around. When Jason falls asleep, they pull off his shorts. Well that wakes him up. So most of us sleep in our shorts with no shirts. Only Dougie strips to his boxers. Bart Simpson boxers. So he wanted to show them off I guess. There definitely cool. Also Scott moons Dougie, shows his naked ass. Its pretty funny. Finally, I don't know when, we fall asleep. Scott's dad wakes us up in the morning. We all have to change into long pants for paintball, but nobody else has cool boxers like Dougie. Scott has camo stuff, some new stuff he got for his birthday, some guys have camo shirts and pants. I don't have any camo stuff. Scott loans me his old camo shirt which I put over my shirt. I tell him quietly that I'm sorry I didn't have a present for him. I admit that the card and money was from his mom. I tell him cause he is nice to me with loaning me his shirt and I don't want to take advantage of him or anything. Anyway he says he knows it from his mom. He says he invited me cause I'm his friend, not because he wanted a present. He says he gets tons of presents from his family. Anyway, makes me feel good. The five of us, plus his dad pile into their van, stopping at McDonalds for breakfast, and go to the paintball park. It's a blast. We all play on the same team. We win more games than we lose. During on game in the afternoon Scott and I get killed early, so we have to go to the dead man zone to wait till the games over. We pick up paintballs on the ground, pop them open and squirt each other. After a bit, we both go to the side to pee, a little away from each other, like when you pee at school. Anyway, after zipping up I show him my orange hand and say "Now, I got a orange dick to." He looks at my hand, my dick area, and explodes with laughter. "Show me," he says. "Show you my orange dick?" I ask to make sure. "Yeah, why not? It's my birthday. But if you don't want, it cool." Oh yeah, make me feel guilty for not bringing a present. "I'll show you mine." Before I can agree or disagree, he unbuttons his pants and flops out his dick. He's even got some hair. I don't yet. But soon I will be 13 and have hair, I bet. Well, once he showed his, I didn't think it would be fair to not show mine, so I unzip and pull it out, feeling bad that mine has no hair yet. "Cool orange dick," he says. Good, he didn't make fun of my no hair. We giggle. When we get back to the other dead guys, he has me follow him away from them to talk. "You know what would be cool?" he says. "What?" "I saw this thing on tv where these fine chicks got painted and then squished there tits against some paper to make cool paintings." "Yeah?" Cool, but they'res no cool naked chicks around here. "Can you sleepover tonight?" "Yeah, probably, I have to ask." Why? He get some naked chicks for his birthday? "Ok, lets save all the old paintballs we can. Get all the colors." "Ok. Why?" I ask, as I start picking up unexploded paintballs with him. "We can break all these paintballs on you, make you all colored and make paintings off you." Make paintings off me. But I don't have any tits. Does he mean my dick? My naked dick? Sounds very strange, but my dick starts to get hard thinking about it. Sounds cool, my dick says to me. Ok, my dick wins. "Ok, sounds cool," I agree, not sure exactly what I am agreeing to. So when we all go to the car, he talks to his dad and his dad gives me his cell phone to ask if I can sleepover. "Do you have any clean underwear and clothes?" my mom asks me. No, or course not, who cares. Why do moms always worry about clean underwear? Jeeze. "I'm ok." See, I didn't exactly lie. I am ok. I don't need clean shit. LOL. So she let me go. "Who else is coming?" I ask Scott. "Just me and you. And the paintballs." He grins. We get some more and he gets the other guys to pick some up to. We end up with hundreds. When they asked why, Scott just said were going to make some art pictures. Yeah, right. Hehe. So we get home and his mom says he has to take a shower, and tells me I do to. So I go and take my shower first, coming out in my boxers with a towel around me, then put on my shorts from the day before. So I had the same boxers for 2 days, I don't care. I wipe my ass, I don't have crusty shit stains. I shake my dick, I don't have pee stains. (Daddy, daddy, I forgot how to wear my underwear. Brown in the back, yellow in the front son). I mess around his room, while he takes his shower. He comes out in a towel and changes into clean boxers in stuff right in front of me. He also loans me a tshirt so I can eat dinner with them in clean clothes. We eat. We get back to his room. I am unsure what were gonna do, except I am excited about whatever it is. He gets a bunch of towels and lays them on the floor. "You ready?" he asks me. "I guess. What do we do first?" He starts stripping. "Strip," he laughs. Ok. Cool. I strip. His dick is hard and huge, way bigger than mine. I stop at my boxers. He grabs his boner and bends it down, letting me see it flop around hitting his stomach. We laugh. I strip, my 3.5 incher sticking straight up. "Ok lay down," he points. I lay down, my dick standing hard out from my stomach. He cuts open a paintball and drips it on my dick. It tickles. He does another and another, till my dick is covered. "We need paper." He puts on boxers and tshirt and starts to go out of the room. I grab a towel and cover my naked red dick. He comes back, shuts the door. He uncovers me. I smeared the paint with the towel accidentally, so he squirts some more. "Ready?" he asks. "Yeah." He puts the paper on my dick and puts his hand on the paper squishing my dick. This makes my dick very happy. And when my dick is happy, I am happy. He pulls it away. It doesn't look like much, except smeary paint. He cut more paintballs and does it again. This is so much fun. My dick is very excited. So am I. After he does a few more I say, "What about you?" He laughs. "Ok." He strips again and lays down. I sit up, naked, hard and painted and cut some open. I squirt some blue paint on his boner. I decide to be brave and put my finger on it, to spread it around. He likes it. I get some yellow and squirt it on his balls. I rub it in with my fingers. Rubbing his balls is fun. He is dieing cause it feels so good. Makes me laugh. I get a paper, place it over and squish it on his dick. It still looks like smeared paint, not like a dick, but who really cares? We're having fun. I do a few more. He rolls over. "Do my but." I squirt paint and rub it in his but. I do a few on his but. They sort of look like a but. I smack him like a spanking. Hehe. So he does my but to. He rubs it in, like I did his. I roll over, my dick still hard. "Rub it in my dick." He does. He puts his fingers around it and moves it up and down. "What are you doing?" "Don't you like it? Don't you jack off?" Yes I like it. No I don't exactly know what jacking off is, but I am guessing this is it. I don't say anything, just enjoy it. Then it tickles the tip of my dick to much and I push his hand away. "Stop, that tickles." "Ok." He lays down again. "Do mine." I squirt some paint on it and rub it in. "No like this." He grabs my hand, wraps it around his giant dick and moves it for me. I continue. He is liking this a lot. He pushes my hand away and does his own faster. I watch to learn. Stuff drips out. I am guessing its sperm, cause its sure not paint. He is breathing heavy. He sees me looking. "That's sperm." "I know," I say acting cool. I look at it closer. "Can I feel it." He nods. I touch his sperm. Its like paint from paintballs, only not colored. Its cool. "Let's clean up." We wipe ourselves with the towels. "You can shower first if you want." I wrap a towel and shower for the second time. When I get back, he mostly has the room cleaned up. He goes to shower. I want to try jacking off again, so I cut open a lot of paintballs, sit on my open towel and play with it and jack it. It feels good. I keep going. It feels good. He comes in the room. I don't really notice him, cause my dick and balls and stomach are feeling so good. Then I feel warm all over and stop. I look, but theres no sperm on my dick, but it sure felt like it was gonna be. "You made another mess." He smiles. "Yeah," I admit. "But who cares?" He wipes off his towel, sits down and is jacking his dick again without paint. I watch. This time when he stops no sperm drips out, but it looks like he still liked it. Well I have to go to clean up again. My third shower in one day. Sometimes I go a hole week without taking 3 showers. He's in his boxers, so I get dressed and we go to sleep. It was his birthday, but I felt like I got the presents.