Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 16:43:27 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: PLAYING WITH CASEY

When I was 11 years old and in 6th grade at elementary school, a new kid
named Casey arrived in my classroom.  Casey was much taller and bigger than
the rest of us and we learned that he had been held back in school for
reasons we never bothered discovering.  He was already 13 years old and we
constantly teased and taunted him about it.  Casey was sort of stupid and
we teased him about that, too.  He quickly became the school bully,
threatening us younger kids with all sorts of bodily harm whenever he got
the chance.  To the best of my knowledge he never made good on these
threats, but he did get into a number of playground fights, usually
defending himself but always getting the blame for starting it.  We were
too young and too heartless to realize that his bullying increased the more
we taunted him.  The fact that he spoke about an octave lower than the rest
of the boys and with an Okie twang only made him seem more alien to the
rest of us.  Casey stood at least a head taller than me; he had broad
shoulders and he already had light brown fuzz over his upper lip, and on
his chin and cheeks.  As much as we danced around him hurling insults, most
of us boys were fascinated by him because of his accelerated development.
The girls mostly ignored him because they thought he was creepy for being
13 years old in the 6th grade.  He lived about a block away from my house
and I would frequently meet him on the way to school in the mornings.  I
also taunted him at school, but when we were alone I treated him OK and he
was actually a pretty decent guy, if a little slower than the rest of us.
He wasn't retarded or anything like that, just a little dense.

Things didn't really change much until we entered 7th grade.  I was now 12,
which meant that Casey was 14.  I had begun exploring my sexuality with my
2-years-older-than-me nephew the summer before 7th grade, and Casey now
caught my attention in a sexual way.

I always got home about 2 hours before my parents and older sister (who was
in high school), so I started getting into the habit of inviting friends
over after school for a snack or to goof off.  I would walk home with
whatever buddy I had targeted and gradually steer the conversation around
to sex.  By the time we'd get to my neighborhood my friend would be as
horny as I was and it didn't take much to convince him to come inside my
house and jack off.  I already knew that Casey was a horny kid, because he
had initiated sex talk the year before when we'd walk to school in the
mornings.  At first I was surprised and sort of scared by his nasty talk
and imagination, but after my nephew and I started fooling around that
summer I now felt comfortable and competent when it came to sex.

One afternoon after I had been watching Casey's every move for the last
several weeks and jerking off in bed while fantasizing about him jerking
off, too, I made sure to walk home with him that day.  As we ambled the 10
or so blocks from school to our neighborhood, Casey gradually brought the
conversation around to how hot he thought lots of the girls in our school
were.  He bragged that he had begun fucking girls when he was 10, beginning
with an older cousin who broke him in.  By the time we had walked just a
few blocks I was hard as a rock and badly in need of shooting my load.  We
both seemed to be in the groove and I knew that I only needed to mention
jacking off at my house and he'd quickly agree.  Which is exactly what
happened.

We weren't really friends; in fact, I thought he was pretty much of an
asshole by now, but also sort of sexy.  I didn't care anything about him
except wanting to see him naked and how big his dick was.  Like most boys,
I could be incredibly single-minded when I wanted something bad enough, and
this was something I had been fantasizing about for weeks.  When we got
near my street I told him that I had the house to myself for the next
couple of hours.  I also mentioned that I had a raging boner and was going
to jack off as soon as I got home.  Casey stared at me and then his slow,
crooked grin started spreading across his normally vacant face.  I asked
him what he was going to do when he got home and he just shrugged.  I told
him he could come inside my house and jack off too if he wanted to.  He
didn't say anything one way or the other, but when he turned the corner
onto my street with me I knew that he was going to follow me into my house.

As soon as we got inside I locked the front door in case my parents or
sister got home earlier than I expected.  Casey followed me into my bedroom
and just stood there watching me and looking around as I dropped my
backpack and took off my jacket.  I asked him if he wanted a Coke and he
said he did.  I went into the kitchen to grab a couple of sodas and when I
got back to my room I was horrified to discover that Casey had lit a
cigarette and was smoking contentedly.  I yelled at him and told him to put
it out immediately.  My parents had busted me before for sneaking
cigarettes and I didn't want to have to go through that again.  He just
laughed and took another drag, exhaling the smoke in a thin, steady stream
that was rapidly fogging up my room.  I opened both of my bedroom windows,
hoping the smell would disappear before my family got home.  I told him
again to put it out, then went down the hallway to the bathroom to get a
can of air freshener.  When I got back to my room, he had put the cigarette
out and already had his jeans opened, pumping his fat dick in and out of
his fist.  I almost passed out from the sight; this was what I had been
waiting for all day long.  I laughed nervously as I sprayed the room
deodorizer around, and Casey seemed oblivious to anything but his cock.  He
was still fully dressed but with his pants shoved down below his nuts,
which were full and much hairier than any balls I had ever seen up to that
point.  I sat on the edge of my bed and started stroking my hard dick
through my jeans, staring intently at Casey's every move.  I wanted to see
him naked so I stood up and stripped down to my briefs and dirty socks,
saving the unveiling of my hard dick until he was watching me.  Casey
glanced over at me as I wriggled out of my tighty whities, a sneer curling
his lips into a malicious looking smile.  He let go of his cock, unbuttoned
his faded flannel shirt and took it off, then whipped his sweaty, smelly
t-shirt off over his head and tossed it onto my bed.  I told him to take
his pants off and he just ignored me.  When I said it again he told me to
shut up.  This kid was growing into a grade-A prick.  But he apparently
liked the idea, because he sat down in my desk chair and pulled his grimy
jeans off after kicking off his shoes.  Now all he had on were his dirty
white socks, stinky and stiff with foot sweat.  I finally got to see him
naked and it was even better than I'd hoped.  His straight brown hair fell
into his eyes as he looked down at himself jerking off.  His tall, lanky
body was smooth and unblemished with a tan line beginning at his waist and
ending just above his knees.  He obviously spent a lot of time outdoors,
shirtless and wearing shorts.  He had quite a bit of dark brown hair under
his arms and his pubes were thick and wiry looking.  I had some hair around
my dick, too, but not nearly as lush as his.  He stood back up and leaned
backwards some so he could buck his hips in and out of his fist.  I stood
up too and moved over to stand near him.  I wanted to get as close as I
could so I could smell his body, his sweat and the pungent aromas wafting
up from his steamy crotch.  He smelled like an over-active boy, pleasantly
stinky, like balls and ass and pits and dirty socks.  Awesome.  I reached
over and tried to grab his dick but he batted my hand away and told me I
was a fag.  He laughed and I laughed back.  I began moving all around him
so I could watch him from every position and angle I could manage.  When I
got behind him I came up close and ran my hands over his ass cheeks,
feeling the muscles tense and relax with his jacking rhythm.  Casey
murmured in pleasure as he let me feel his warm, fuzzy ass.  His reaction
to my hands on his butt emboldened me and I reached around him so I could
stroke his chest and stomach while he jacked off his big dick.  I was
half-expecting him to shake me off but he didn't.  Instead he surprised me
by leaning his over 6' frame back against me and allowing me to reach down
and wrap my fist around his red-hot cock.  With my other hand I cupped and
fondled his balls.  Their weight in my hand thrilled me and the feel of
their hairiness got me harder than ever.  As a scrawny 12 year- old boy, it
was like goofing around with a grown up man!  Casey let me jack him off for
maybe 30 seconds, then he straightened up and told me that was enough.  He
turned around and faced me, then backed up and sat down on my bed.  I
couldn't stop staring at his dick - it must have been a good 7 inches,
fatter than mine and capped with a spectacular shiny, purple helmet.  He
leaned back on my bed and propped his weight up on his arm, spreading his
legs and unconsciously allowing me to get a good view of his hairy
butthole.  I had only seen my nephew's ass this close and his wasn't nearly
as grown-up looking at Casey's.  I knew I'd have a good story to tell my
nephew the next time we got together.  I was just standing there watching
him jack off, stroking my throbbing cock faster and faster the more Casey
showed me.  I don't think he was even aware of how turned-on he was getting
me; it was all about him getting his nut.  I could have been a piece of
furniture for all the attention he paid me.  What I really wanted was for
him to lie back on my bed and let me climb on top of him so I could rub my
hard dick against his till we both popped.  Not knowing what else to do, I
took a step closer to him.  When I did that, he told me to sit down on the
floor and watch him.  I got down on my knees at the foot of my bed, right
between his legs.  I could smell his dirty socks and the stink of his
unwashed adolescent body.  He glanced at my face occasionally as he got
closer to shooting, no particular emotion registering on his blankly
handsome face.  He sat up straight and aimed his dick right at my chest.
It was so close that all I had to do was lean forward a bit and I would
have been able to touch his glistening cockhead with my tongue. But I was
afraid that he might tease me about it afterwards if I did that, so I just
watched.  All of a sudden he stopped jacking off and stood up.  I wasn't
sure what he was going to do - cum on me? piss? punch me in the face?  But
all he said was that he had to take a shit.  He stepped around me and
walked out of my bedroom and into the bathroom.

I was going nuts.  I followed him into the hallway and watched him sit down
on the toilet and grunt hard a few times.  When I heard the first turd hit
the water I got kind of disgusted with him all of a sudden and walked into
the kitchen, naked and rock hard.  I didn't really need anything from the
kitchen, but I wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn't going to
cum without me seeing it happen.  He sat there on the toilet leaning his
elbows on his knees for a while but then he sat up straight and started
fondling his still-hard dick.  When I saw him start in I wandered out of
the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bathroom doorway.  He looked at me
and grinned while he jacked off, then glanced away to unroll some toilet
paper.  When he had a good handful he ripped it off, crouched forward a bit
and wiped his ass, then dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and leaned
back to start jerking again.  He started to rub his chest and stomach and
the pace of his jacking increased.  I could tell he was getting close to
shooting, and he made a high whinnying sound in the back of his throat.

He barked out, "I'm gonna cum!" then arched his hips up off the toilet a
bit and started to shoot.  At first, the sperm just oozed out in small
amounts and got caught in the hair on his legs.  He was groaning and
grimacing and I remember thinking he looked really sexy when he came.  All
of a sudden he squeezed his eyes shut tight, opened his mouth in a silent
ecstatic scream, and a bolt of hot jizz flew out of his dick like a rocket.
It crashed against the side of the bathtub and as I watched it start to run
down the gleaming white porcelain Casey let loose with the rest of his
load.  He shot 3 more ropes in rapid succession and it went everywhere from
the force of his pounding fist.  The wall next to the toilet was flecked
with his cum and the floor in front of him was slick with it, too.

When Casey first started shooting I moved into the bathroom and stood right
next to him, pumping the few final strokes I needed before I could unleash
my load, too.  The wild array of smells pushed me over the edge - sweat,
dirty socks, shit - all these odors combined into a potent animal perfume
that sent my randiness soaring.  I couldn't cum as much as Casey, but it
was still a respectable load and all of it landed on his body, his arm and
his thighs.  As we both milked out the final drops of our sperm I told him
he had to clean up his mess.  He laughed and told me he wasn't going to,
that I had to clean it up, and I told him he'd better do it or I'd kick his
ass.  I don't know whom I thought I was fooling, but my tone must have
convinced him that I was serious because he grabbed another handful of
toilet paper and mopped up his load from the floor and the wall beside him.
For some reason I was glad that he didn't notice the rope dripping down the
bathtub.  What really surprised me was that he didn't seem to mind that my
cum had sprayed him and he wiped himself off haphazardly before dropping
the cum-soddened toilet paper into the wastepaper basket near the toilet.

We didn't say anything to each other as we got dressed in my bedroom.  As
soon as he was dressed, Casey picked up his jacket and books and left with
an anti-climatic "See ya tomorrow."

As soon as he closed my front door I went back into the bathroom and pulled
the wet toilet paper out of the wastepaper basket and wiped up the cum rope
he had missed earlier.  The paper was so soggy with our cum that it started
falling apart in my hands as I rubbed the side of the bathtub.  The strong,
bleachy smell of fresh, young semen was giving me a boner again, and I
brought it up to my face so I could smell it better.  The odor was
incredible and I took the soaked wad of tissue into my bedroom and stuck it
under my pillow.  I jacked off several times over the next few days while
sniffing that nasty wad of cum-drenched toilet paper, until it finally fell
apart and I had to get rid of it.

Casey and I only fooled around one more time and that was with 3 other boys
from our class.  But that's another story.