Date: Wed, 21 May 2014 19:45:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Tony the Lunkhead

Tony the Lunkhead


Have you ever had an object of lust, primal thoughts of sex and nothing
else?  Tony the Lunkhead was my guy.

It was eighth grade.  I wasn't anybody.  I was an average student.  I was
okay looking, nothing exceptional, just a guy.

I was late to the masturbating game.  I had only been doing it for about a
year.  I didn't start whacking it until after I had a few pubes.  I had had
constant boners, but I didn't figure out masturbating until I practically
had my balls busting with sperm.  The first time I did it, it was pretty
much instinct.  I pulled my pants down one afternoon in my bedroom in front
of my dresser mirror. I felt my boner for about thirty seconds before I
shot three spurts of already mostly white spunk onto the floor.  I did it
every day after that.

I usually did it after school. I pretty much just jerked off in the moment,
enjoying touching my dick and tight balls for a few minutes.  I didn't
fantasize about doing it with anyone.  I knew that guys were supposed to
have sex with girls, but I didn't think about that when I did it, I just
thought about my dick.

Now, at other times, like in class, I did think to myself about how good
looking some of my classmates were, boys more so than girls, but not,
consciously anyway, thinking about sex. I was aware that I thought about
some guys in school, but it was more "I'd like to be friends with him."
Yeah, I was that naïve.

This changed.

There was a guy named Tony that had a locker near mine. Eighth grade was
the first time he was in my school.  It wasn't long before everyone knew
Tony wasn't the smartest guy.  "Dumb as a rock" would be a cruel and unfair
way of putting it, I just thought of him as a lunkhead; not too swift, but
an okay guy.

Tony and I had one class together.  He was in my health class.  Yeah, that
health class, but we didn't get to the sex education part of the class
until later in the semester so that wasn't the reason I lusted after Tony.
There were other reasons, actually.

First, he was the personification of maleness.  To put it in one word –
muscles.  Tony had a natural physique.  You could tell by the way he stood,
the way he walked, even the way he sat.  We were thirteen going on
fourteen, so Tony wasn't developed like a high schooler, but he was on his
way.  Tony looked like he would evolve into a jock linebacker in a year or
two.

You could tell Tony had muscularity even when he was in sweatpants, which
he was quite often as it was part of his "look."  Tony would have a polo
shirt, tight to his torso, big baggy gray sweats and, the core of his
fashion statement – big, clunky, unlaced, brown Timberland boots.  It
took a guy as well-developed as Tony to carry around five pounds on each
foot and make it look easy.

The second reason I lusted after Tony was what was obvious in those sweats
– his cock.  It was the first time I was conscious of a penis being a
cock.  I only remember Tony in his gray sweats, he must've worn something
else during the school year, but I don't remember anything else.  The
reason Tony in his sweatpants sticks in my mind is that the folds of the
heavy cotton, which would've hidden most eighth grade boy's junk
completely, only seemed to highlight what Tony had.

I thought about Tony a lot when I saw him.

He was good looking enough.  He had brown hair cropped short like a Marine
recruit.  That only added to the muscular appearance of his head and neck;
yeah, Tony even had a skull that appeared muscular.  He had brown eyes,
confused when thinking, but lively enough when animated by something other
than academic subjects.

Tony's eyes revealed something else important.  He wasn't mean like some
jocks.  Tony was assertive, true, but he had nothing to prove.  He was so
natural being what he was that he had no reason to be defensive.  This lack
of mean-spiritedness coupled with limited intellect made Tony a lunkhead,
not an asshole.

Actually, Tony and I never exchanged more than a word or two, I never
thought of approaching him.  I saw him at his locker and I saw him in
health class.  Aside from just looking at him in general, I would look at
and think about Tony's cock, hidden yet revealed, under the knit athletic
fabric.  I would've thought it pendulous, if I knew such an adjective at
thirteen.  It mostly hung, not moving, due to its mass.  I didn't see any
indication of a cockhead, just a drooping downward prominence held to the
fore by an equally proportional set of balls.  Occasionally, from the side,
it was possible to see Tony's bulging scrotum, but because that vantage
point brought Tony's member into greater relief, my attention quickly
shifted.

Even though I took every opportunity to check out Tony's package, I didn't
consciously think of Tony's cock while masturbating until I saw it.

One afternoon, during math class, I went to the boy's room to take a leak.
I had pulled my cock out of the fly of my jeans and was pissing into the
porcelain when somebody stepped up to the urinal on my right.  I glanced
over, just to see who it was, and it was Tony.  We made brief eye contact,
acknowledging each other and then, doing what he came to do, Tony looked
down and without hesitation, lowered his sweats, already untied in the step
or two before he took his stance. Down came the thick cotton and his
bulging white jockeys and there it was.

I looked directly for less than a second, before merely peeking over out of
the corner of my right eye.  Tony's genitals had heft.  No wonder they were
visible through his thick athletic sweats.  Tony's cock hung, not only
long, probably four inches downward, but also with a noticeable width;
squared off more than just round near the top, due to its sheer girth.

Tony reached down and pulled his foreskin back just enough to let his urine
flow without splashing.  It made a deep noise as it struck the small square
pool of water at the bottom of the smooth white fixture, drowning out my
high pitched stream.

Surprisingly, Tony didn't have that much hair.  Yeah, it was there, I could
the dark curls, but there was more skin visible than I expected, both on
his balls and above the thick base of his tool.

I nervously finished with a squirt or two, zipped quickly, flushed, and
went to the sink.  By the time I went to get a towel, Tony had finished and
was rearranging his stuff in his pants.  I left before he turned around.

I didn't get erect then, but when I went to masturbate in my room after
school, I was eagerly hard and ready.  I thought of Tony's cock.  Not erect
- just as I saw it.  I didn't think of touching him or him touching me, I
just thought of his cock.  I came fast and hard.

I thought of Tony and his substantial endowment when I masturbated for the
next week, longer even.  Again, I didn't even think of Tony erect, but I
did eventually venture the idea of touching his cock.  It wasn't long
before I imagined holding it in my fingers.  I thought about how heavy it
would be.  I thought about skinning back Tony's ruddy foreskin.  I thought
about what his glans would look like; I hadn't really seen it from where I
stood. I barely made it through these thoughts and imaginings before,
excited to such a degree I was gasping out loud with horniness, I had to
stop diddling my boner and tight scrotum and jerk myself furiously to a
climax.

I tried not to think of Tony every time I masturbated for this very reason.
When I had played with myself after school before I saw Tony's cock I
usually came in about five minutes or, at most, ten minutes, but if I
thought of Tony, I wouldn't last more than a minute or two.  Instead, I
usually thought of his cock when I couldn't masturbate, like in a class or
in the car sometimes.  I would get hard, but not be able to do anything
about it.  I especially tried not to think of Tony's cock on my way home
from school.  I would erect, my boner would rub back and forth in my pants,
and I would shoot way too fast when I finally got up to my room.

Eventually I did think of Tony erect and of his having sex.  There were a
couple of reasons why this came about.

The first occurred when I saw Tony with a girl near his locker between
classes; it was his girlfriend, although I didn't know this at the time,
only later.  Tony was admired by girls and he had several girlfriends
during the school year.  On this occasion I glanced over to see Tony
talking with Maria.  Tony's locker was about fifteen feet away so I never
heard any conversation over the noise in a middle school hallway, but I did
see an adolescent display of public affection.

Tony gave Maria a hug.  They were forehead to forehead.  It was
uncomfortably long to me, but I hadn't had any sort of love relationship in
real life, I had only seen hugging and kissing in the movies or on TV like
half of the kids in middle school.  What I observed next was definitely not
something shown on TV.  Like Tony, Maria had her own style of dress; she
usually wore a pair of tight black yoga pants below a baggy sweater.  I
watched as she slightly spread her legs and pressed her tightly clad crotch
to Tony's prominent package.  It lasted for only a second, but it was
obvious to me that Maria had pressed herself against Tony on purpose!  Tony
had an openly excited look on his face as they split up and headed towards
the next class.

This was the first time I envisioned Tony getting erect.  He didn't that
time in the hallway, but I thought of what could've happened.  I began to
think of how big Tony might be erect, it became a bit of an obsession with
me.  When I played with myself in my mirror that afternoon, I compared my
skinny two and a half soft inches becoming four and half to what I knew of
Tony's size; the logical possibility induced awe in my thirteen year old
mind.

The second reason I thought of Tony getting an erection and having sex was
we finally reached the sex part of sex education in health class.  We were
split into same sex groups to watch a video of the changes a boy and a girl
go through; then we went over a packet that had drawings of an erect penis
and a cross sectional diagram of an erect penis in a vagina.  It made me
think of Maria rubbing herself on Tony in front of his locker.  I imagined
what Tony would be like erect.  I thought of Tony inside of Maria "doing
it."

I got a boner in class thinking about Tony "doing it," but a lot of the
boys had boned up just because of the subject matter so I wasn't alone;
there was a lot of "adjusting" going on as class ended.  I was embarrassed
to be hard; it embarrassed a lot of the guys, although some joked around
about their predicament.  Did I get to see Tony boned up?  No!  He was
absent that day.

When I got home I thought of Maria rubbing her, in my mind, bare pussy
against Tony.  I came in seconds.  I wanted to see Tony "doing it."  Of
course, what I really wanted was to somehow have Tony's cock myself, but I
couldn't think of how guys could "do it."  Did I want Tony to rub his cock
against me, or me against him?  I was mixed up.

Eventually, I learned how guys "did it."  But, for a few months when I was
thirteen, I had only a pure lust for what Tony the Lunkhead had on display
every day in gray cotton.


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