JERRY
Jack Sprat
Fred and I are neighbors. We live next door to each other, and have been close friends since early elementary school. Time has passed since we raced our tricycles up and down the sidewalk and used slides and swings in our backyard play area. I really like Fred. He is older than me by two years. I regret we are not the same age so we could attended the same school together. Fred is eighteen and has his drivers license. I'm sixteen and still have to get around on my bicycle. It seems like I'll never be old enough to get my own license. My name is Jerry.
Fred always gives me a ride to my school, which is on his way to his college. He's been doing this since he got his car. Recently, as I ride with him, he's been talking a lot about sex. It makes me uncomfortable. I'm really shy and don't want to talk with Fred or anyone else about my sex life. I'd never tell anyone that I jack off. I'd never let anyone know how embarrassed I am when I shower at the school gym. Sometimes I think I'm abnormal and should seek help.
Coming home with Fred one day, we decided to stop for a milk shake. We sat across the table and rapped about the usual things...teachers we didn't like, our grades, et-cetera. Fred made eye contact and abruptly changed the subject.
"How often do you jack off?"
This came as a bomb, completely unexpected. I was not prepared for it. I know my face turned beet red. I'd never been asked this personal private question. I didn't know how to answer. I played coy. "Jack off? What's that?"
"You know, play with yourself, pull your peter."
"I've never done that. What do you mean?" I lied.
Fred gave me a look of disgust and disdain that I'd never seen before.
"FORGET IT!"
I knew I was in deep with my lie and my mind raced to come up with a reply. Since I had started the innocent act, I felt I had to continue.
"No. Tell me more about jack off. What are you talking about?"
"FORGET IT!" Fred snapped.. "Hell! I thought you were a man. To jack off, your dick has to get hard. You've got to have cum in your balls. I'll bet you're still not old enough to get a stiff peter and your little, shriveled, soft dick would only dribble little puffs of air. I'll also guess you don't even have any hair around your balls. Do you have balls?"
I had never been attacked with such a put-down. I was devastated. I had gotten into this trap because of my modesty, and now I was getting both barrels from Fred. I couldn't answer. I felt terrible. I was ashamed. I didn't know what to say. I was quiet as we drove the rest the way home.
Fred had never seen me in the school shower. I'm well endowed. My prick is stiff more than I want it to be. At night, before I go to sleep, I shoot a wad and also in the morning. My balls are large, with silken blond hair. Yet, I am still so self-conscious and very embarrassed about showing my body.
Fred's and my friendship cooled after our encounter, but I still go over to his place to study because it's real quiet. Fred has a real good deal at his house. There'sdetached building that the original owner built as a den. Fred has it now, does his studying there, and sleeps there. There's a path from my yard over to his place.
Some study nights, Fred drinks a little too much and can become very sarcastic, calling me baby dick, puff-of-air, and once he even said he thought I might even have a cunt. At times, I am near tears.
One night, I was drinking a bit more than usual and was getting a glow. My bladder filled and I excused myself to use his bathroom.
"I should follow you in to watch," Fred said with sarcasm. "I'd like to to see if you have to squat to pee."
The fur rose on the back of my neck. This was the last straw. I was angry. I was no longer going to take these put-downs. I stamped from the room, slammed the bathroom door, pissed a long, hard, steady stream, and admired my cock as I held it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but my temper was turning into a rage. I returned, stood in front of Fred. With the support of the alcohol, I boldly undid my belt, ripped down my fly, let my pants and shorts drop to my ankles and put my hard dick up to his face.
"THERE! LOOK AT IT! GO ON, LOOK! I'M EVERY BIT AS MUCH AS A MAN AS YOU AND I'LL BET MY DICK IS EVEN LONGER THAN YOURS! NOW, WILL YOU GET OFF MY BACK???" I was hyperventilating.
Fred's hands reached out, his left hand gently grasped and fondled my balls, his right grasped my dick.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
Without saying a word, Fred picked me up, my pants and shorts dangling from my ankles, and carried me to his bed. He laid me down, his hands feeling my privates.
"FOR CHRIST SAKE! CUT IT OUT! STOP!
"Not til I find if you've more than a puff of air in your dick. You're" going to get your cock sucked."
I squirmed, trying to get away. His hands kept jacking and fondling. I tried to stop him. I'd shown him my dick expecting he would take a quick look and I could cover myself again. It wasn't working this way. He had me held down. He kept fondling. I couldn't stop him. A feeling of helpless resignation came over me. I found I didn't want him to stop. I spread my legs wider.
Intense pleasure followed as he scraped his tongue over my cock, and fires of pleasure broke loose as I came in his mouth. I let him take off the rest of my clothes.
I could go into all of the details of what happened that night, but I won't. All I can say, here is one kid that now knows how a wet mouth and tongue can make a penis feel, and what a weird erotic feeling there is when a finger is working up and around in your ass. I also know what cum tastes like and how my dick feels when it's up an asshole.
My shyness is gone now. Fred is a true friend again. The path to his place is more than well traveled.
THE END