I was teamed up with Gene to work on a science project. I think maybe that Mr. Feinstein puts the really good students with the not so good students. Gene was the class genius, so I guess you can figure out my standing.
Anyway, I didn't know Gene that well. I remember he was in my 5th and 6th grade class, but we didn't interact very much. I was into sports and he was into...whatever he was into that had nothing to do with sports. Not only was he the class brain, but he was the class wimp. He was almost a foot shorter than me, and I wasn't even the tallest boy in the class. Actually the tallest person in our class was Sandy Witherspoon. She had also been the tallest in 5th and 6th grade. She was a giant, and skinny as a tetherball pole. Even though he was the class wimp, nobody really picked on him that much. He was an okay guy, and didn't show off his brain too much. He just didn't like to do the things me and my friends did, so I didn't really know too much about him.
So we had to sit next to each other at the lab table in science and pick a topic.
"What do you want to do it on?" he asks me.
"I don't care. What will get us an `A'?"
He laughs, "We will get an `A', don't worry. But I don't want to do ALL the work. You need to help some too."
"I will help. I'm no freeloader." But he was right, we were practically guaranteed an `A'.
"So what are you interested in?"
"Nothing really. You?"
"Basically everything. I love science." Yeah, I figured that out. "What did you do your report last year on?"
"Cells."
"So you want to do it on cells this year? Since you know some stuff about it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You want to work at my place or yours? I got a microscope."
Jesus, he's got a microscope at his house! "Yours, I guess." Plus I had three sisters at my house. All three were pains in the ass if you know what I mean. We set up a time to meet Thursday after school at his house.
His room was crazy: Harry Potter and Star Wars shit everywhere. In fact, for a nerd, I would have to say he had a very cool room. We started the project and then agreed to meet again Saturday. I almost forgot Saturday morning, but luckily he called me and I rode my bike very fast and only got there 30 minutes late.
He basically had all of his part of the project done, but was really nice about helping me with my parts. He said he wasn't going to do it for me, only just help. Actually, he turned out to be a pretty OK guy. His mom made us humongous sandwiches for lunch, loaded with lots of meat. We also got to drink Dr. Pepper instead of just milk, so that was cool too; my mom hates us having sodas.
Later when we are taking a break in the afternoon, he asks me if I want to spend the night. I figured what the hell.
"Yeah, but I don't have any stuff with me."
"Ok, cool. You can borrow some of my stuff." We look at each other and at our major difference in size and both bust up laughing.
I call my mom and his mom arranges everything with my mom. When we are eating dinner (homemade pizza!) his mom tells Gene to get me some stuff to wear so she can wash all my clothes. In his room, he gets some gym shorts that look like they might almost fit me and a t shirt that will definitely fit me.
"Get changed and I will take your stuff down to my mom." I pull the shorts up but they really are too small and my boxers stick out all over the place.
"Is it ok if I just wear my boxers? These shorts don't fit."
"Yeah sure. I usually just wear underwear at home anyways." Gene takes my stuff to his mom or to the washroom in the basement or wherever.
While he's gone, I start looking through some of the slides he made himself, before we started working on the project. I found an entire box of slides with his name on the outside. I take a slide out. It said, "Mine 9/19/05."
My what? I wondered. I put it under the microscope. It looked like tiny little purple squiggly lines. I knew the purple was from the stain that you put on some stuff to make it show up better under the microscope, but I wasn't sure what the squiggly things were. I was pretty sure I had seen them before when I did my cell report last year, but didn't really remember.
I pull out another slide. It says "Mine 9/16/05." It looks like more squiggles. I pull out the first slide on the box. It is labeled "Sperm 8/20/05."
Sperm! His sperm? I couldn't believe he could even make sperm. I only started making sperm this summer. Looking at the slides and the dates, he must have started this summer too.
Gene came back in the room with a robe. "Here's my dad's robe. My mom wants to wash your boxers too. You can wear the robe. Is that cool?"
"Sure," I was grabbing the robe. I put it on, tie it securely, and then pull off my boxers. He takes them back out of the room. I sit back down at his desk and look at some more of the sperm slides. I guess the little squiggly things are sperm. Being naked under the robe, thinking about sperm and jacking off, I start to get a boner. I adjust it, so the robe belt is squishing it, so it won't stick out and continue to look at the slides. It looks like he has a slide since Aug 20, about one every week.
Does that mean he only jacks off once a week? Shit, I'm surprised he can jack off. Hell, I'm surprised he even knows about jacking off. He just doesn't look like the jacking off type. Short, wimpy, squeaky.
He comes back in the room and sees what I am looking at. I look up at him. He is blushing a bright pink. He must be hella embarrassed.
"These your slides? Your sperms?"
"Uh...I...Uh." He can't talk.
"It's cool, man. Don't be embarrassed. I mean, shit, you even got hair?"
He nods.
"You jack off and make sperm slides every week?"
He nods.
"Why?"
"Well, I am doing an experiment to see if my sperm count increases as I get older."
"A jacking off experiment????? " I let out a laugh.
"You won't tell anybody?" he asks, almost pleading.
"No. it's cool with me. I mean, everybody does it." Or so I've heard.
His pink starts to diminish a little. "It's really cool when you first put them under the slide. The sperm are still alive and you can see them swimming around."
Then he gets bright pink again.
"No way! They swim around?"
"Yeah." He looks down at my lap. "You want to see yours?"
I look down at my lap. My boner has worked its way loose from the belt and is not only sticking straight up in the air. It is sticking out of the robe.
"Damn," I say putting my boner back in hiding. He's the first person on the planet to see my boner.
"It's cool. I got one too." He grabs his dick through his shorts.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Yeah." Silence. "So you want to see the swimmers in action?"
I think that he's asking me if I want to jack off. Or maybe if I want to watch him jack off, I'm not sure.
"You mean jack off?" I ask.
"Yeah. It's the bomb to see them moving. I'll go first if you want, then you can go."
"Uh, ok."
He goes over and locks his door. Damn, he's lucky. My sisters and mom barge into my room anytime they have an excuse. I sure wish I had a fucking lock.
He grabs an empty slide and goes over to his bed. He pulls off his shirt (no arm pit hair) and stops to look at me. "You won't tell?"
"No way." Why am I getting so fucking horny?
He pulls his pants and tight whities down to his knees. His boner pops up. He leans back on his bed and starts to pound it. I can't really see any hair. His dick looks about 4 inches. I had never seen another boner before. It was very interesting. Also, he only used his two fingers and thumb to jack off because his dick was so small. Suddenly, I realize that my hand is inside my robe, squeezing my horny dick.
He jacks like in fast motion and has kicked off his pants and shorts and is naked except for his white socks. Not that I'm looking at his socks. He lets out a grunt, wipes his finger on his dick, then the slide. He gets up and comes over to the desk. While he's putting the stain and slide cover over his sperm, I get a good eye level look at his dick. Yeah, he's got maybe 30 hairs and his boner is still sticking straight up.
He puts the slide in the microscope and says, "Ok look. They die pretty quick, but you can see them swimming."
I look and sure enough the son of a bitch sperms are swimming around. "Damn!"
"Yeah, told you it was cool." I continue to look at them, while squeezing my boner.
"Your turn now." Oh, yeah, I agreed to jack off. And boy, was I horny. I just pull open my robe, wrap my hand around my 5 and 1/2 inches and start pounding. He takes a quick look, then writes the date on his slide. He gets another blank slide and kneels down right next to me, getting a close up eye level view of me jacking. I squirt past my belly button and he quickly puts his finger in my sperm. I'm still coming, but not shooting as he stains and covers the slide.
He gets it in the microscope, then exclaims, "Jesus! You got way more sperm than I do." He moves back and I look at my sperm. Damn! The little buggers are swimming, looking for an egg to fertilize, I guess.
"Fast little guys," I announce.
"Yeah," he replies.
And then, I'm feeling kind of embarrassed. I mean, he's standing there naked, still with a boner. I'm sitting my robe open, my boner just hanging out.
I close my robe and ask, "So what you want to do now?"
He looks down at his own boner and nakedness. He pulls on his briefs, then puts on a robe from his closet.
"Hey, that's not fair. You get underwear under your robe and I don't."
He laughs, reaches up under his robe and pulls off his briefs.
Then he says to me," It's still not fair. You got a t-shirt under your robe and I don't."
I whip off my robe, not at all embarrassed about my still hard dick and pull off my t-shirt.
"Socks, too," I tell him pulling on my robe and tying down my boner. He sits on his bed, pulls his leg up and totally exposes his still hard dick. Finally we are both in robes and nothing else.
"Want to watch a movie? Harry Potter? The first one ok?"
I hadn't seen it since the movies. "Yeah. Is it ok to wear only these robes in your living room? Your mom or dad won't care?"
"It's cool. I just wear underwear usually at night." The thought of him running around in his underwear all night in front of his parents makes me laugh a little. I'm not allowed out of my room unless I have on shorts and my mom sometimes even bitches if I don't have on a shirt. We take a detour to put my stuff in the dryer and back up to the living room. He finds the DVD and puts it in.
"You still got a boner?" I ask, noticing his robe sticking out.
He looks around, unties his robe and flashes me. Yes, he still has a boner. "Do you?"
"Not really, only a semi," I tell him.
He lifts up my robe to peek. I open it all the way so he can see. It starts to get hard in the freedom. The movie starts and we close up our robes.
About halfway though, he mom comes in and says they are going to bed, for us to keep it quiet. Gene says goodnight, then follows his mom down the hall. He says goodnight to his dad and comes back into the living room. He stands in front of the movie, opens his robe and shows me his boner!
I laugh. Then he grabs his boner and makes noises and moves it around like it was a light saber from Star Wars. Then he takes off his robe and holds it in front of his dick and pretends to be a bull fighter. Then he pulls it over his head and pretends to be little red riding hood. Naked little red riding hood, that is. It's stupid, but a cool sort of stupid.
"Come on," he says encouraging me to strip off my robe. I pull it open and show him my boner. He sits down, still naked and gets a good look. "How big is it?" he asks.
I tell him.
"Damn! And loads of hair too." He rubs his small sparse patch.
"You got a lot too, for a little guy."
"Little guy? Little Guy?" He grabs his boner. "You call this little?"
We both laugh. We watch a little more Happy Potter, him naked, me leaving my robe open. Eventually my boner goes down.
Gene looks over. "Your boner went away."
I look. His is still going strong. "Maybe he wants a rest."
"Let's jack off and make another slide. See if we get the same sperm count."
"OK."
He turns off the TV and carries his robe, walking naked to his room. He's got a small cute butt. I leave my robe open and follow. By the time we get there, my dick is back to hardness. He locks the door, grabs two slides and sits on the edge of his bed.
"Want to do it together?"
"Sure," I answer, stripping off my robe and sitting next to him. We lean back and go for it. It's a lot of fun to do it and watch him do it.
He comes and jumps up to prepare his slide, leaving mine next to me. I come and rush over to let him prepare. We examine both slides, staying naked.
"See, not as many sperm. The more you do it, the less sperm each time."
"Yeah? How many times have you done it in a row?"
"Three. Can you do more?"
"Yeah, I say proudly. "Five is my record, but I could maybe do six. I don't know."
"You want to do it again some more tonight? We can compare the numbers each time."
"Ok, cool. Maybe we could put this in our report."
Gene thinks about what I just said. "Actually we could put this in as an appendix. We could be subject "A" and subject "B". We would have to keep records." He thinks some. "We would need a lot of data to do a good report."
"Data?"
"Yeah, you would need to come over after school so we could jack off and count the sperms. See if the count goes up as we get older and down as we do it a bunch of times in a row."
"Ok. You want to do it again now?" I mean we both still had boners.
"Hell, yes." It was the first time I ever heard him cuss.
His didn't even squirt, just made one drop. I had a good orgasm and a few good gobs of sperm. I did it again right before we went to sleep and two more times in the morning. And many, many times over the next couple of weeks. We got an `A+' on the report.
Cells are cool.