Pascals Discoveries

This is my first attempt in writing a story. This story is pure fiction. Or it is all true. Who knows?

This story involves a lot of urination and also a lot of scat between boys. If this offends you don't read any further. It's about a boy who discovers his body by himself and how to enjoy himself and later to share this joys together with a friend.

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PASCAL'S DISCOVERIES

Part 1: "Childhood"

Chapter 1: "The Panty Pooper"

As a kid I never had a babysitter. I had my way older brothers Bruce and Rick to watch me and I hated it. I was their victim. They always teased me or made cruel jokes on me. The best time of the day was after my dad and my brothers had left for work or school and I was alone with mum. When she left the house she always took me with her since there was no one to watch me.

I remember I was 3 when mum had some appointment where she couldn't take me with her. So she tried it out to just leave me home alone. She said she will back soon and just locked the apartment door so I couldn't get out and I just played with my Matchbox-Cars until she came back less than an hour later. I never had a problem of being alone, I really enjoyed it when I was alone and my dumb brothers weren't around and teasing me all the time. She did that on more and more occasions until I went to kindergarten.

I was a shy and weak kid, you really can say I was a sissy boy, maybe because mum desperately wished me to become a girl while she was pregnant with me. My brothers and my dad were fascinated by all things with two wheels and an engine but not me. I was really scared about motorcycles and my lovely and caring brothers had nothing better to do then to tease me with that, they laughed about me sitting on the motorcycle and crying. Once my oldest brother Bruce took me with him on his bike and when he began to drive very fast, I pooped my pants. It was so embarrassing. I was crying my eyes out and screaming, but my brothers had fun. From that day on they just called me "panty pooper".

They really liked to literally scare the shit out of me! It turned out that every time they scared me I pooped my pants. The more this happened the more I noticed something. My poop smelled way different than if I pooped into the toilet. I hated to go potty on the toilet. I hated to wipe my butt so I always let mum do it. Because I was so tiny I was scared to lose balance and fall into the toilet. But I kinda began to like the smell of my poop in my pants as I also kinda liked the smell of my farts.

Next time Bruce took me against my will on his motorcycle I of course was scared to death and pooped my pants again, but this time I pushed out with full force so my whole poop load ended up in my pants. I even peed in my pants and the pee-poop-mix began to soak the motorcycle and even the pants of my brother. He pulled over, got me from his bike totally disgusted and angry.

"You shitty little panty pooper! See what you've done!" he yelled at me and slapped me a few times across my face until I managed to free myself from his grip. He was still sitting on his bike as he lost balance and both Bruce and his bike crashed on the ground. He got angry beyond believe. I began to run but my brother caught me very fast. He grabbed me and spanked my butt. With the entire poop in my pants it was useless. I didn't feel anything. The warm mass in my pants almost felt nice but since I was crying all the time I couldn't really concentrate to that.

When we got home me still sobbing and with pants full of poop mum got mad at Bruce, took a wooden hanger and beat him up. I really wished my mum was able to punch him harder.

My brothers were told to leave me alone and mum forbids them to take me on their motorcycles ever again. But this didn't prevent me from pooping my pants, only when mum dared to send me to kindergarten wearing diapers I really tried to stop it. But I still hated to go on the potty. I needed to prolong a potty break as long as possible. I don't remember how but I found a way to do it. When I felt the urge to poop I just squatted down and sat down on one of my heels so my heel pressed into my crack through my pants and against my butt hole. I pushed out a little bit and squeezed the hole shut again and repeated that a few times. Mostly a few little farts escaped and they just smelled wonderful to me. This always caused stains and skid marks in my undies but mum didn't say a word. I think she was happy that at least I wasn't making a huge mess by pooping my pants anymore.

Anyway, because of this procedure I developed I had huge poops when I finally really need to go to the toilet. I needed not only to push, no, I really needed to press like a woman giving birth to a baby. My logs got so hard and so huge and it was almost painful to get them out of my hole. But it felt amazing!

I started to love to go to the toilet! At first my turds were only a half or one inch in diameter but after a few months I was able to get turds up to two inches out of my colon. This fullness I felt until I really couldn't stand it anymore to hold my poop in, felt so amazing, too.

But the best part was pressing the turds out of my body with sweat on my forehead.

Chapter 2: "Bathing Day"

When my parents went out on Saturday nights usually one of my brothers had to babysit me, but only until I was about 5 years old. After the motorcycle incident mum decided it would be better for me if I just stay alone at home since my brothers also wanted to go out on Saturday nights and meet their friends. So once my parents asked me: "Will you be a nice kid and not burn down the house, if we leave you home alone tonight?"

"I won't, I promise!" I said. "At least I will be able to watch on TV what I WANT!"

They smiled to me, tapped my head and left.

On Saturdays I always was allowed to stay up long, until 10 p.m. or so. I know that's kinda too long for a little kid, but since it was ok with my parents it was totally OK with me.

The first time went very well, I already was asleep on the couch with the TV still running when they came back home. So they did it all the time that way for many years to come. I never caused them any trouble when they went out on Saturdays, at least not that they know!

Speaking of Saturdays... It also was "bathing day" for the whole family. Sometimes I went into the tub with mum or dad but I usually bathed together with my brother Rick until he said that he's way too old to go in the tub with the little brat of his brother. From that time on I went alone into the tub. Mum just had a look from time to time in the bathroom and she forced me to do one thing I really hated: to move the foreskin of my tiny little cock back and forward under the water. My glans was very sensitive and I really couldn't stand the feeling. Today I'm thankful to my mum, that way she prevented me to get a phimosis.

I think I was 5 or 6 when my mum stopped supervising me and I was mostly left alone in the tub. Except of course someone needed to use the bathroom. I even filled the tub by myself, playing with the shower to produce as much soap bubbles as I could. I played with my bath toys and always moved of course my foreskin back and forward. It didn't take long that my little wiener became my favorite toy. When I moved my foreskin longer and faster, my wiener got hard like it always did in the mornings. That was fascinating and felt amazing! It felt so good to touch me down there and tickling my little balls and fondling my crotch all over. After I got out of the tub I usually needed to pee. I was standing naked in front of the toilet and started to play with my cock again. I was fondling myself all over while I was peeing. Since I was peeing free-handed the last drops didn't go in the toilet bowl but on one of my feet. I was a little bit grossed out. But the warm drops felt kinda nice on my skin. I got excited again. I just stood there still fondling myself all over, I got goose bumps and my little wiener got hard again pointing to the ceiling. I touched it and I noticed a little bit of pee still under my foreskin. I squeezed it out and on my fingers. I smelled my fingers. Gross, I thought. But it wasn't disgusting enough for me and before I could think about it I licked my fingers. OK, THAT was disgusting. Bitter. Salty. But it kinda aroused me and my cock was jumping in my crotch.

Chapter 3: "The Douchebag"

It became a habit. I was used to get out of my clothes and get ready for bed in the bathroom. Before I put on my pyjama I was standing naked in front of the toilet, fondling myself all over and especially my crotch while I was peeing. Mostly my little cock got rock hard so I needed to push it down so my pee would reach its target, the toilet. Once I tried to pee a little bit over my belly spreading my legs right over the bowl. I hoped that way my pee would go in it afterwards but I made a mess. My pee was running down my belly to my wiener, my balls, even my butthole and down my legs to the floor. It felt amazing. Warm and kinda ticklish, especially on the underside of my balls and on my butthole... but what a mess! I cleaned up the floor and myself with toilet paper, washed my belly, crotch and legs, put on my pyjama and went to bed, thinking about what I've just done and how amazing it felt even though it was so dirty. I needed to find a way how I could pee all over myself without making a huge mess. There was a great chance to get caught if I would do it that way again.

Our family always was very open minded regarding nakedness and privacy. Well, there was no privacy at all! It was very uncommon to lock the door while using the bathroom.

On Saturday evenings the bathroom was occupied mostly by all family members at the same time. One was drying his hair, one was shaving, while one was bathing and another one was taking a dump. All at the same time!

Many times I watched my naked brother Bruce at the sink drying his hair or shaving his face while I was in the tub. I was fascinated by his wiener... well... it wasn't a wiener, it was a cock! It looked beautiful to me, I really hoped that my little wiener someday would look like that, too! Not like this ugly thing my dad had hanging between his legs under his fat belly.

I hated this family habit to take a dump when other family members were around, especially when it was ME!

My father and my brothers didn't give a shit if I was in the tub or not. When they had to take a dump they just did! My dad didn't really think about it, sat on the toilet and read newspaper. Their dumps stank terrible, especially the dumps of my father, but no one ever dared to complain about it and for my brothers was taking a dump while I was in the tub just another way to torture me.

Since I was six years old I always tried to take a dump when no one was around since I needed some privacy to takes these monster dumps.

One day, I was in the middle of taking a dump, I was just about to push out the thickest part of my monster turd and had this amazing feeling in my tummy, my brother Rick came in the bathroom saying he had to pee.

"So? Use the other toilet upstairs!" I said, "I'm not done yet!"

"I don't like to go upstairs! Get up and step aside!" He commanded me.

"NO!" I yelled. "MUM!"

"She can't hear you, she's in the backyard! Get up and step aside or I will piss down your throat so your soul gets rusty!"

He got his cock out and held it in front of my face! I couldn't do anything since I needed both of my hands on the toilet seat to support myself to not fall through the seat into the toilet. I started to cry. This was so humiliating and his cock smelled disgusting.

"Leave me alone! Please!" I pleaded, but he didn't. All I could do was to get up and let him pee. I didn't wanted it all over me or in my throat. I hated him so much for humiliating me like this.

"Don't you dare to tell mum or I'll really piss down your throat next time!" He threatened me.

From that day on he did this every time he noticed that I was taking a dump. For him it was just another way to torture me. He even did that if he didn't need to pee! I tried to avoid taking a shit when I knew he was around and I did my "procedure" more and more often. I could hold in my shit for a few days by now, but this caused more and thicker stains and skid marks in my underwear.

My mum of course noticed this development and she got mad at me almost every evening when she checked my clothes if I could wear them again the next day. I really felt sad about it and about her. I felt sad that she had to see my dirty underwear every day, she may have even grabbed in my poop by accident. I hated if I got some poop on my finger when I wiped my butt and in the evenings I got rid of my dirty underwear as fast as I could. I just put all my clothes on a pile for mum to check later. How could I do this to her? I felt very sad.

Chapter 4: "The Procedure"

One very special day everything's changed. During the day I was doing my "procedure" a lot, I was holding in my poop for a few days by now. In the late afternoon I was alone at home so I decided to finally go to the toilet. I already had cramps in my tummy because of the big load I was holding in. I was looking forward to push out this monster in my colon and experience the awesome feeling it would cause when it would pass my sphincter.

As I pulled down my pants and underwear I was in shock of the sight! There was a little turd totally pressed into the fabric in the seat of my underwear already slightly dried. The smell was nice but the sight was disgusting. My undies never were that full of poop since I had stopped pooping my pants years ago. I knew my mum would be mad at me, maybe even spank me. I decided to deal with that later since I had a business to do and I didn't had much time.

I sat down on the toilet, bracing myself with my hands on the toilet seat and started slowly to push. This turd in me was really a monster! It refused to come out. I pushed harder, I felt my sphincter opened and the turd started to slide out. I felt my sphincter was stretched around it wider and wider but it wasn't enough. "Damn!" I thought. "How do I get this thing out of me?" I tried to push harder; my sphincter was stretched more and more by my turd. It was an awesome feeling but the longer it took the more I freaked out. It was almost painful by now. I tried to close my sphincter again to push the turd back in so I could have a little break. But the turd didn't move, neither forwards nor backwards.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" I was screaming only in my mind, "Do I really have to touch it?" This was a disgusting prospect! I slid a little bit forward so my feet were on the floor and bent over so my chest was resting on my knees to get my hands free. I always did this after taking a dump but only to wipe my butt! This time would be different! Hell, I hadn't taken a dump yet! My turd got stuck in my sphincter! I thought about to use toilet paper to protect my hand and my fingers, but first: I needed to sense what's going on back there and with toilet paper I wouldn't sense anything! And second: I never was a pro in using toilet paper, I would soak my fingers anyway. And third: I really was grossed out but at the same time I got curious. How would a turd feel like which is so hard that it's stuck in my butt? Carefully I reached behind me with my left hand. I wouldn't dare to use my right hand since I used to suck on my right thumb when I was in bed! I touched my cheek with my index finger and slowly moved it in direction of my butthole. Then there was it! Touch down! Totally freaked out I pulled my hand back and had a look on my index finger. I was surprised that there was nothing to see! It still looked clean! I reached back again. This time I moved all my fingers slowly over my cheek to their target. I carefully touched my turd. It felt warm, extreme solid and knobby. About two inches were sticking out of my way too stretched sphincter! I felt around it. It was thick! Thicker as anything I ever shat! Now that I finally touched my turd on purpose I thought it wasn't that bad at all! "I'm such a dirty boy!" I thought. I pulled my hand back so I could have a look on my fingers again. Surprisingly they were still almost clean. There were only a few very little brown stains on all of them. The smell was disgusting even though I liked it and I noticed that my wiener got hard.

I reached back again and tried to move my turd. At least I wanted to get this monster out of my butt. While I pushed out carefully I put my fingers on the tip of that super solid turd and tried to move it a bit to one side and then to the other. The sensation overwhelmed me! This just felt awesome, but it was nothing compared with the sensation I experienced when I pushed the turd slowly almost back in my butt! Damn! What the hell was that? I started to moan! I didn't know myself anymore! I let go of the turd and let it slide out until it got stuck in the same position like before. I tried to push out with full force, but my sphincter started to hurt so pushed the turd back in my colon to give my sphincter a break. I even managed to get it fully back in so I could close my sphincter completely. I was whimpering because of this indescribable feeling I had in my tummy as I did that. "What am I doing here?" I thought. "This is so dirty but why this feels sooo good?" I looked between my legs and I was in shock again. My foreskin must have pulled back itself so my very sensitive cock head was totally free! As if this wasn't enough my cock looked as big as never before!

I was impressed but I still had a problem to solve. I pushed out again while I had my eyes still on my cock. I reached back again to notice that my turd came out a little bit further. My sphincter was on fire now. I pushed the turd back in, faster this time; let it slide out again until it was stuck against my sphincter again. I repeated this for a few minutes. The sensation in my tummy was getting more and more intense. I was going crazy! I never felt something like that. I worked the turd faster and faster in and out of my butt. My cock was rock hard and I saw that there was forming a little drop of pee, I touched it with the index finger of my right hand all the while I was pushing my turd in my butt with my left hand and let it slide out over and over again. I put my index finger in front of my face. What the hell was that? It wasn't pee, it was transparent and gooey. I did so many dirty things so I just put my finger in my mouth to taste it. This wasn't pee! It almost tasted sweet! I was working my turd in and out faster and faster, my moaning got louder and louder. Another drop of this gooey substance was forming on my pee slit. I also got this one and licked it off of my finger. The sensation in my tummy got so intense, I felt like being in a roller coaster, I almost couldn't stand it anymore! On one outstroke of my turd I pushed my guts out with full force and with a scream and with like a painful stitch my turd slid out fully and dropped into the toilet bowl.

I started to cry, but these were tears of joy. I had no idea what just happened but even the afterglow felt amazing. My heart was beating like I just finished a marathon!

I got back to reality when I heard the front door open and close. My left hand was all brown! I needed to hurry! I washed my hands, with my pants and my dirty underwear still around my ankles, then pulled them up with my now clean hands without wiping my butt and flushed the toilet. When I went out of the bathroom I just ran into my mum and my dumb brother Rick. I sensed that I got red in the face.

"Did you open the window?" Mum asked. "It smells terrible in here! And what's with your eyes? Did you cry? Is everything ok?" I just nodded.

"Oh come on, mum. Panty pooper cries all the time!" my brother said.

"STOP CALLING HIM LIKE THIS!" And with that she went into the kitchen.

My brother punched me on my shoulder and said: "Didn't you hear it, panty pooper? Open the fucking window!"

I went back in the bathroom, opened the window and thought "Oh my... If they would know..."

When I had to go to school the next day I had to go to bed at 7:30 p.m. That day I was so exhausted that I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed at already 7 o'clock. As I pulled down my underwear I was shocked. Because I pulled them up without wiping my butt they were way fuller of poop than in the afternoon. I had no chance to hide it. I had only the hope that mum wouldn't leave a word about it and just put clean underwear in the bathroom for the next day.

I put all my clothes on a pile in the bathroom like I always did, washed my butt, brushed my teeth, put on my pyjama, said "good night" to my parents and went to bed.

Lying in bed, sucking on my thumb, I smelled my left hand. The palm still kinda smelled like my turd what made me thinking about what I've done today and how amazing it felt even though it was so dirty. I felt guilty again, I felt like the worthless shit like my brothers always told me. I thought about why I am so dirty? Why am I so addicted to do such dirty things and play with my wiener, sorry, cock, and my butt hole? Cock... a word I "learned" from school like "fuck" or "fucking", too. I was in 2nd grade now and back then there was no sexual education. I kinda knew what fucking was and that adults do it, if they love each other very much. I thought about why only adults can do it? It seemed to me that they do it surely for fun, well, because the experiences I had with my cock by now were a lot of fun! I could have asked my parents about it since we were such an open family regarding nakedness. But then again I was very shy and maybe I had way too much respect to my parents but the most proper reason why I didn't asked them was that I didn't wanted to give them any suspicion about my actions and that I played with my cock all the time. It's like it was with my thumb sucking. I was addicted to my right thumb. I loved to suck on it all the time. When I was 5, my parents were not happy that their youngest boy was still sucking on his thumb. Finally they threatened me they would put something on my thumb so it would taste terrible for weeks, if I wouldn't quit sucking on it. I promised them at least to try. The following days and weeks they never saw me sucking on my thumb. When they asked me about it I told them that I wasn't doing it anymore. That was a lie! I never could stop doing it. So I did it only in private when I was alone. Almost every night when I went to bed, I pulled down my pyjama pants and played with my cock while sucking on my thumb.

In school I heard something about a special belt, which kinda locks up your cock so you could use it only to pee. What if my parents would do something like that to me if they found out that I played with my cock all the time? I also didn't dare to ask my brothers, well, they proved so many times that they didn't like me and I didn't like them, too.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the door slammed open. Startled, I pulled my thumb in one fast movement out of my mouth. Mum entered my room totally angry with my dirty underwear in her hand.

"What on earth is this? Is it starting again? You, pooping your pants?" She sat down on my bed right beside me.

"Are you aware about what you're doing to me with this? Do you think it's fun to grab in your soaked underwear?" she asked while she turned my underwear inside out to show me the brown soaked seat of them. I was scared about what she would do next.

"Show me your right hand." she said in a low but serious voice. When she came in I hid my hand under the blanket, but I wasn't fast enough. I got red in the face. I tried to dry my thumb as I moved my hand slowly from under the blanket. She grabbed my wrist and looked on my thumb. I was still wet with my saliva.

"You're still sucking your thumb, huh?"

I was shocked and scared and couldn't say anything. I had tears in my eyes.

"OK, show me! Suck your thumb!" she said.

"Huh? Mum... I promise..."

"No more promises!" she cut me off. "SUCK YOUR THUMB!"

Confused I put my thumb back into my mouth, my mum watching me.

"Hmmm, yes, make it wet nice!" she said.

Now I really was confused. She watched me a few minutes sucking on my thumb. Out of the blue she grabbed my hand and pulled my thumb out of my mouth and with her other hand she rubbed the dirty seat of my underwear over my wetted thumb.

"NO! MUM! Please! What are you doing?" I started to cry.

My beloved thumb was soaked brown over and over. Mum had a very angry look on her face and she was not done with my punishment yet. After soaking my thumb she pressed and rubbed the seat of my underwear over my nose and even my mouth. This was humiliating beyond believe. While she did this she said:

"If you don't stop this damn habit of yours, I will send you to school in diapers, and especially the days you have P.E. What do you think your classmates will say if they see you wearing diapers? Do you want that? Huh? Do you really want that?"

She got up and left me sobbing with my underwear over my face, went out of my room and slammed the door shut. I threw my underwear at the opposite corner and went to the sink in the little bathroom next door. I washed my face and scrubbed my thumb. I was grossed out. There was kinda dried poop all over my nose, even in my nose and even a little bit on my lips. I almost threw up. I didn't dare to lick my lips. I really needed to get rid of it. When my face and especially my thumb was clean again I went back to bed. I felt so sad. Why did I do this to my mom? Why I am such a dirty boy. What is this all about? I felt so guilty again. I smelled my thumb. There was still a slight odor of poop on it, mixed with the odor of soap. I put my thumb in my mouth. It tasted bitter so I surmised it was just because of the soap and not because of the poop. After a few minutes of sucking, my thumb tasted like my thumb again.

It was summer, so there was still light outside and even with the blinds down it wasn't really dark in my room. I saw my underwear still laying there in the corner. I was thinking... until I got out of the bed to get them. I hold them with my hands to my face to smell them. OK, they smelled disgusting but on the other hand I really liked it. I had a look at the soaked seat. My poop was already almost dry. What on earth was going on? I was looking and smelling my dried poop in my underwear and my little wiener got hard again. Thoughts crossed my mind: "You are a dirty boy! Face it! You surely will go to hell!" I got naked. I took my underwear in my hands and sat down on my bed. I carefully pulled my soaked and dirty underwear over my head with the seat resting on my nose and my mouth and carefully laid back and started to fondle me all over my chest, belly, my cock and my balls. This was such a dirty and disgusting act but for me it felt almost as amazing as in the afternoon when I played with the turd in my butt.

Chapter 5: "The Wild Animal"

I hated the upstairs toilet. It looked kinda dirty but it wasn't, it was just very old. It had one advantage: It was so small that only one person could go in. It was kinda like a toilet stall of a public toilet, only that it had a sink in it. To prevent my underwear from getting soaked and stained again I really tried not to do my "procedure" anymore and go to poop on a regular basis in the early afternoons just after I came home from school.

On these times usually only mum was at home. My oldest brother and dad were at work and my other brother went to another school and came home not before 2:30 p.m. So no one could torture me while pooping.

Sadly by quitting my procedure I didn't produce these monster turds anymore, so pooping became just a habit what needs to be done.

Also I still had to think about a way how to pee all over myself without making a mess. Since it was summer I thought about I could do it at the nearby creek called Mill Creek. It was surrounded by many trees and bushes and had many hiding places. I used to go there a lot; it was my playground since my parents had a cabin there nearby the creek. I built dams in the creek and such but the best part was that it was a very deserted place. I used to go there alone or sometimes with my friends from the neighborhood. I knew that area pretty good and I still had some secret places there my friends didn't know about. I didn't went to Mill Creek for weeks. It was a very hot summer with almost no rain so the creek was parched. To play on a creek with no water in it is no fun and if I wanted to do my pee experiments I had no way to clean up afterwards without water.

One sunny afternoon after school, all of my friends had no time to play with me; I went to Mill Creek anyway. I still had to poop bad since I didn't went to the toilet after school. I had other plans for it. I went to one of my secret places and got naked, wearing only sandals. I was running around naked in the woods and bushes and thought about to behave like a wild animal. Finally I pooped. While walking beside or in the dried-out creek bed. And I peed. While walking. This was a weird experience. My poop nuggets just dropped on the ground behind me and since my cock was rock hard my pee sprayed in a high arc on the old fallen down sleeves or the stones and rocks in front of me. One poop nugget hit my ankle and stained it a bit but my legs were always dirty after a visit at Mill Creek, I always needed to wash my legs on summer days before I went to bed. I felt so free. Pooping, peeing AND walking at the same time was so weird but felt so awesome. "I have to do this again" I thought as I used a few sleeves to wipe my butt.

Chapter 6: "The Bathroom Incident"

The next Saturdays I wanted to try to pee on me while I was in the tub but I was never alone in the bathroom and then there was this one special Saturday I should get an involuntarily pee game. I had diarrhea that weekend and I had to visit the toilet many times. I even had to jump out of the tub and just made it in time to sit on the bowl. At the same time I jumped out of the tub the bathroom door opened and my brother Rick came in. He had to pee badly. Again he played his cruel game with me.

"Get up and step aside or I will piss down your throat so your soul gets rusty!"

"No! I'm not done yet!" I said, "you know I can't hold it in. I will make a mess on the floor!"

"You'll be messy either way if you don't get up now and let me piss!" He said in an angry tone and pulled his cock out.

Liquid poop was still running out of my butt and he surely could hear and of course smell it.

"Please! Leave me alone! Go to the toilet upstairs!" I pleaded.

"I won't make it upstairs! I have to piss NOW!" His voice got more demanding. "So get up! NOW!"

"No! I can't!" I started to cry. With tears in my eyes I looked up at him and said with an angry voice: "You wouldn't dare to piss on me anyway, asshole!"

This got him even madder and he started to pee! I was shocked! The stream hit me in the face and in my eyes. I screamed! My eyes burnt. I wanted to protect myself from his pee stream with my left hand but since I still needed both of my hands on the toilet seat I lost balance and fell down through the seat and my butt splashed in the pond of liquid poop in the toilet bowl. I screamed and cried. My brother started to laugh while he still peed all over me.

"HAHAHAHAHA! This is where panty poopers belong, right? HAHAHAHA! In the toilet!"

Finally mom noticed that something was wrong. "What going on in here?" She asked as she entered the bathroom. My brother put his cock back in his pants and whispered to me: "No word!"

To mum he said: "He fell down into the toilet. I just wanted to help."

"Yeah, sure!" Mum said sarcastically. "Pascal, tell me what happened. Why there is pee all over the floor?"

"Because he peed on me", I sobbed.

"LIAR! Don't trust him! He surely did that all by himself!" Rick tried to defense himself.

"He peed in my face! That's why I fell into the toilet!" I said to mum. "He does it all the time! Every time I go to poop he dares me to pee on me if I don't get up and let him pee!"

"BOYS!" Mum got angry, shaking her head.

"Help your brother out of the toilet and get him back in the tub! I'll be right back!"

My brother punched me on my shoulder and said: "You will regret this, you fucking little brat!" then he helped me out of the toilet. "Go back in the tub, you dumbass! You're making a mess on the floor!"

My butt surely was totally soaked with diarrhea and I felt it running down my legs to my feet and on the floor.

"So? This mess is only your fault, asshole!"

He slapped me in the face and I started to cry again. Very slow I walked back into the tub. In that moment mum came back to the bathroom with a wooden hanger to beat up my brother. With each stroke she yelled word by word:

"WHAT... IS... WRONG... WITH... YOU? HUNDREDS... OF... TIMES... I... TOLD... YOU... TO... LEAVE... YOUR... LITTLE... BOTHER... ALONE!!!!!"

I was very happy that my brother got finally the punishment he deserved and now that mum knew what he did all the time he maybe would really leave me alone.

"Now you will clean up the mess you caused!" mum told Rick.

He gave me an angry look and grumpily he did as he was told. I was in a hurry to get out of the tub since all soap bubbles where gone and the water got brown because of my poopy butt and legs. This was disgusting and my brother saw the disgust on my face. He stepped beside the tub and said:

"Thank you for this, panty pooper!"

He grabbed my head and ducked me under water until I swallowed some. He let go of me, I sat up and coughed and cried again. "You fucking asshole!" I yelled at him.

The yelling caused mum to come back with the wooden hanger.

"So you still hadn't enough?" She pulled him out of the bathroom by his ear and I listened how she spanked him again until I heard some sobbing from him.

Since that day my brother didn't humiliate anymore. He sometimes tried it anyway but all I had to say to him in a sing-sang-voice was "Wooden hanger" and he left me alone.

That night I was laying in bed thinking about what happened earlier. The fact that my brother peed on me and that I fell down into the toilet bowl was so humiliating and disgusting, but to be honest to myself, I had to confess that it felt nice as I was sitting IN the bowl and my brother peed all over me. Only the fact that my ugly asshole brother did it grossed me out! So at least I had to be thankful to my brother for giving me an idea!

Chapter 7: "The Throne"

I had to wait a few weeks for a Saturday night my parents were out again and left me home alone, but it finally came. I had a few hours to try out what I had in mind. After I was in the tub that evening I drank a lot so I had pee a lot soon. Twenty minutes after my parents left the house the feeling to pee got urgent. I went to the bathroom and got naked. I clapped up the toilet seat and just had a look at the bowl. It looked clean to me. I flushed it anyway. I sat down with my hands on the edge to support myself. Slowly, I lowered myself down into the toilet bowl. When my butt reached the porcelain I needed a few moments to adjust before I could let go off the edge because it was very cold on my butt. Well, last time I sat in here I sat in warm diarrhea.

I was sitting IN the toilet! My legs were hanging over the edge with my knee pits on the edge. I carefully leaned back until my head rested against the tank and the seat. It was quite comfortable and I kinda liked the feeling of the cold porcelain on my butt. My cock was rock hard, pointing at the ceiling. Slowly, I started to pee. I didn't let the stream get strong yet. It was a little fountain of pee. I grabbed my cock and carefully I pulled back my foreskin so my pee could flow back over my very sensitive glans, down my cock and over my balls. The sensation on my glans was awesome, almost ticklish, but sooo good. I let the stream get a little bit faster and moved my cock around so the stream hit one leg up to my knee then the other. I let it flow over my belly, I leaned forward and let it flow over my chest. It just felt amazing. So warm. Even the pond which was building under and around my but felt so nice.

But the flow stopped way too fast and my bladder was empty. With the palm of my hands I rubbed my pee in the skin of my chest, belly and legs, fondled my wet balls and cock. After a few minutes of this the little pond of pee I was sitting in got cold and I also noticed that my legs got numb. I had to get up. But I forgot to get a few used towels out of the laundry and I had pee on my butt so I was aware that I surely would make a mess on the floor. Then I got an idea, but I wasn't prepared for that!

I flushed the toilet!

What a sensation! Cold water against my butt. My body kinda was like a dam. The water dammed up behind my back until it flew over my hips to my crotch and over my balls. I was whimpering because it was so cold. I had no clue if I liked this sensation or not, but all this was so exiting! I got out of the toilet, drops of water from my butt hit the floor. I got a used towel from the laundry box to dry my body and another to clean up the floor in front of the toilet. I noticed that there was also a little bit of pee on the floor on either side of the toilet. I remembered when I directed my pee stream to my knees some of it ran down my lower legs hanging outside the toilet.

I needed something to drink. There was still time to do this at least once more.

I drank more than a liter of lemonade while watching TV until I needed to pee again. I went to the bathroom again, this time I put a few towels from the laundry box right beside the toilet. It was a so called ledge toilet. Right before the drain there was this flat trough with a little bit of water in it. I sat with my butt in it about an hour ago. This time I dried it so I wouldn't sit in cold water from the first moment on. I got into the bowl again. It was way more comfortable without cold water. I looked between my legs into the drain. It looked like if there was enough space even for my feet. I slid back on my butt cheeks a little bit pulled my knees back to my chest and got my feet into the bowl, too! They were resting over the drain now. "This is perfect", I thought. Now I could pee on my feet, too! My bladder felt really full now. My cock was rock hard again. I grabbed it and pulled my foreskin back before I started to pee like last time. Again there was this little warm fountain of pee splashing back on my glans. It felt so amazing! Also, the pond of pee which was forming in the through I was sitting in, felt way better than last time, because there was only warm pee now against my butt hole. I directed my cock over my legs again and this time the pee could run down my legs and over my feet without making a mess. The sensation was awesome again. Amazing! Beautiful! I leaned forward so my face was directly over my cock. I closed my eyes and cut loose the stream of pee without holding it back, I just let it flow. The fountain hit my face, my nose, my closed eyes, my forehead. I directed the fountain to my closed lips and I felt so aroused, I needed to do one last totally dirty act and opened my mouth. It felt amazing!

"I'm such a dirty boy!" I thought again, but it felt so good. A fart escaped my hole, bubbling in the little pond of pee I was sitting in. I almost passed out because of the joy I felt when the smell of my fart hit my nose while my pee still hit the back of my mouth. The stream ebbed up and I flushed the toilet, again I was whimpering because of the sensation of the cold water while I closed my mouth and tasted my pee. I got up a little bit to let go all dammed water behind me into the drain and sat back down. For a few minutes I just sat there in the toilet bowl, enjoying the afterglow of what I just did! Finally I got out of the bowl, cleaned myself up in the tub with the shower, cleaned up the bathroom and got back to the living room to watch TV until my parents got back home.

Chapter 8: "The Boy Next Door"

I thought a lot the next days about what I've done last Saturday night. I wanted to try more. I wanted to do what I've done the other day at Mill Creek area.

Finally school was out for summer. I'd just finished 2nd grade and my report card was pretty good, at least so good like my brothers never have achieved. My parents wanted to give me something special since we didn't went on a vacation that year, they allowed me to stay out until dusk. I only had to be at home for dinner. I usually left the house after breakfast and I went home only to have something to eat. We were a bunch of boys in the neighborhood of almost all ages between 6 and 16 while I was 8, almost 9. But many times I just played with Nick, short for Nickolas, the boy next door. He was 14. We always found something to do or to experience in our small village. It never got boring. I kinda felt honored that a teen spent so much time together with me. We played with our Matchbox-cars on the street, rode our bikes, played hide and seek with all the other boys from the neighborhood and such things what boys usually did back then during summer break. Because the summer was so hot we mostly ran around shirtless just wearing shorts and sneakers or sandals. I didn't knew why back then but I really liked to watch my friends and their half naked bodies.

One of our "playgrounds" was the farm across the street. We played a lot in the barns in the hay or the straw, watched how the pets were being fed, the cows were being milked and such. One day, Nick and me were in the barn while the cows been fed, sitting on bales of straw and played one of our favorite games: "drawing" pictures with the index finger on the back of the other. The one who gets drawn had to guess what the other was drawing. I really loved this game. We had played it a lot lately. I really liked to touch Nick like this, I loved how his skin felt and it felt so good being touched like this by him. But it also was frustrating. I wanted more! My cock got rock hard all the time, especially when he got lower and lower near my butt. I really wanted him to touch my butt. I wanted him to touch me all over my body, I wanted him to touch my cock, I wanted to see his cock and I wanted to show him mine, but I never had the courage to tell him this.

When I was on the row to draw something on his back, I got an idea how I could found out if he might felt like me and told him:

"I want to draw something huge this time. I doubt it would fit on your back, so could you please lower your shorts just a little bit so I have more space to draw?" He looked confused but lowered his shorts a little bit until I could see the beginning of his butt crack before he sat down on the bale in front of me. I started to draw a lighthouse moving my finger up and down his back and of course I had to draw many details of the base of my lighthouse just above his butt. He didn't say anything, he just seemed to enjoy what I was doing.

"Any guess?" I asked.

"Hum... the Empire State Building?"

His guess was wrong, but I said: "Yeah, right! My turn again!"

I jumped up behind him to sit down in front of him between his legs. He kinda looked embarrassed. Before I sat down I noticed a huge bulge in his shorts. Strike! I got him! He began to draw something on my back but I didn't pay much attention to it. I just thought about what I could do next now that I knew he also got aroused.

"I'm kinda bored. Can we do something else now?" I asked.

Disappointed he asked: "Sure. What do you have in mind?"

I jumped up and ran out of the barn yelling "Catch me if you can!"

I ran up the street to the bushes at the end of our street. In the bushes I let him catch me; he grabbed me from behind and put his arms around me very tight. His naked skin on the skin of my back felt so good. When he let me go I turned around. I was standing right in front of him, I was looking in his eyes when I opened my shorts and pushed them together with my underwear down at the same time.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?" he asked looking at my crotch and my rock hard cock. "Pull your shorts back up!" He was totally shocked.

"No! I know you like what you see! The bulge in your shorts is telling on you!"

He got red in the face.

"You like what you see, don't you?" I asked him. "Come on, show me yours!"

I pulled on his shorts, he tried to keep them up but it was useless, finally I got them down.

His cock was huge... it was a monster cock! He already was fully developed, had pubic hair all around his cock and balls. I needed to touch it. I touched it. He tried to reject, asked if I'm totally out of my mind. I began to fondle his cock and his balls, his cock got even harder.

"So you don't like it?" I asked.

"Oh my, that's gay! I'm not gay!"

"Me neither! But I really want you to touch me also there! We can keep this as our secret!"

Slowly and very worried he touched my tiny cock and my balls. I felt like in 7th heaven! It felt so much better than if I touched myself there.

We explored each other's body by slowly fondling each other just with our fingertips. It felt so amazing. Some people passed the bushes and we ducked down. There was a great chance that we got caught if we would stay there near the street.

"We need a better hiding place." I said to Nick while we were still ducked down with me still fondling his cock.

"Well... yes... hum... NO! We... we have to stop that!" he stammered.

"Oh come on! So you really don't like it?" I teased him.

"Hum... no... I mean yes, it feels good, but... this is so wrong!"

"Yeah, it seems to be wrong! But if this is wrong why it feels so good? I like to touch me down there all the time, I like to play with my wiener, I like it when it gets stiff, I like to fondle me there..." I whispered to him, "...and even more! But now I know it feels so much better when someone else does it."

"Yeah, but we are boys and we are not supposed to do something like that!"

I put my hand on his butt and fondled his butt cheeks. He moaned as loud as a whisper.

"So what? No one needs to know. Come on, let's go to Mill Creek!" I pulled up my underwear and shorts, jumped out of the bushes and ran up the trail leading to the creek.

"Wait!" he yelled after me but I didn't until the woods of Mill Creek were in sight. I turned around but I couldn't see him. I waited a few moments before I slowly walked back, disappointed. Finally he appeared, running up the trail. As he approached me I asked:

"What took you so long?"

Out of breath he said: "I... had.. to... wait... until..." "Until what?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, until it got soft! I couldn't get it back in my shorts!" He got red in the face and I started to laugh.

"That's a good sign, I think! Come on, follow me. I know a good place where no one will disturb or catch us." I ran into the woods and Nick followed me still very concerned.

"Do you really want that? You know, if we get caught we'll be in deep shit!" He asked in a more whispering voice.

"Yeah! I want that! I really want that! So please, don't be scared!" I said while we reached our destination. "I never saw anyone here, so... what do you think?"

He looked around. He saw the dam I had built there in spring to make a natural little pond in the creek bigger, the ground of the pond was muddy and it was fun to go in there with my naked feet back in spring. But now even the pond was dried-out except a little puddle in the middle of the muddy ground.

"OK, now one comes here, you say? Then all the footsteps I see are only from you?" He asked. I nodded.

"So, how do we...?" He couldn't finish his question, I squatted down and got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his shorts and underwear in just one quick motion and started to fondle his monster cock and his big balls. He moaned a bit barely hearable. I got up and tried to close my arms around him, his cock was pressed against the naked skin of my chest. He put his hands on my back and let them wander all over my back just with his fingertips. I got goose bumps.

"Do you like this?" He asked.

"Yeah! It feels amazing!" I did the same to him with my hands on his back but since I was way smaller than him I couldn't reach his upper back so I let my fingertips slowly wander down his back and all over his butt cheeks. His cock jumped a little bit, it was still stuck between our bodies.

"Oh... my... god... what are you doing with me?" he whispered excited.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Oh yeah... don't stop!" he moaned in a low voice.

I still had my shorts on and I wanted to be naked, too, so I told him:

"Do it to me, too! Do you want to take off my short pants for me?" I could tell that he was excited and scared at the same time and he still wasn't sure what the hell he's doing. Hell I even wasn't sure what we're doing but this was so exciting! I let go of him, his clothes were still around his ankles, he stepped out of them, got on his knees in front of me and caressed my upper body all over just with his fingertips and slowly wandered down to my short jeans pants and opened the button, then the zipper and pulled them down. He let me step out of them so I was standing there in front of him just in my underwear. My stiff little cock pressed against the fabric. Nick sat back on his haunches, my cock was now on his eye level. He pulled on the waistband of my undies and freed my cock putting the waistband under my tiny little balls. He looked at my cock and finally he touched it and tried to pull back my foreskin.

"Be careful!" I told him. "My cock head is very sensitive! Please don't touch it!"

"Okay..." He said. He looked a bit disappointed and a little bit scared.

"Hey, don't be sad. If the foreskin is over the head you can do with it whatever you want!" I tried to calm him down.

"Oookay...?" he said. He seemed to be full of doubts. But he started to fondle my balls and my cock. My balls weren't able to hold the waistband down and it slipped up by itself and the fabric scratched over my sensitive cockhead.

"OUCH!" I almost screamed. Whimpering I pulled my hips back a little and Nick freaked out.

"Oh my god, oh my god! I hurt you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm..."

"CALM DOWN!" I interrupted him. "It was just the fucking waistband!"

I pulled my undies down, stepped out of them and put them aside. Nick was still freaked out and he didn't dare to touch me.

"What's wrong? Why you don't continue where you stopped?" I asked him.

He just looked at me, then he finally began to speak: "You have such a beautiful body!"

Wow, a teenager said that to me, I sensed that I got red in the face.

"But you are so tiny and look so fragile! I don't want to hurt you! So you have to promise me something."

"OK, what is it?" I asked.

"I have never done anything like this. You have to promise me that if I do something you don't like you have to tell me immediately. Also if I'm going too far for you, you have to tell me, OK?"

"OK! I promise! As long as you promise me the same, OK?" I said.

"OK!"

"So now that we solved this, let's get a little bit more comfortable. Why we don't sit down in the grass over there?" I asked him.

We laid our shorts on the grass and sat down on top of them side by side and started to fondle each other's crotches. After a few minutes of this I got bored. I needed something else. This was all so exciting and now I had the chance to explore a body of a teenager with a very big cock! I got an idea.

"Hey, let's play a game again!" I said.

"What do you mean?" He looked disappointed again.

"Let's do it like we did in the barn, you know, drawing pictures? But let's do it another way. Lay on your back!" I said.

"OK? But what're you having in mind?" He asked.

"I'm doing something to you, well, while I let's say explore your body and then you'll do the same to me! How's that?"

"OK? Sounds cool to me." He said as he laid back in the grass.

"Can you spread your legs?"

He did as I asked and I got between them on my knees sitting on my haunches. I caressed his balls and his crotch area, his balls already had a few hairs on them. I went through his pubic hair above his cock; I fondled his cock and grabbed it, it was so big, my little hand didn't fit fully around it, so I grabbed it with both my hands and slowly pulled his foreskin back. Nick quietly moaned all the time and was watching what I was doing. I moved his huge cock head near to my nose and sniffed on it. Nick looked embarrassed but didn't say a word. I never smelled anything like that before, it wasn't very intense either, but it smelled beautiful to me. I smiled to him and he looked relieved and smiled back.

"Can I touch it?" I asked. "Your cock head I mean."

"Sure", he said, "but be careful. It may not be as sensitive as yours but..."

"I promise to be careful!" I interrupted him and carefully touched his cock head only with the tip of my index finger. It felt kinda wet, almost like the nose of a dog but not as cold. I moved my finger slowly all over his glans and Nick just moaned and just let his head fall back in his neck. I moved my fingertips all over his cock all the while I fondled his balls with my other hand. When I reached the area between his balls and the beginning of his butt crack he moaned loudly.

"Oooh... keep doing that! It feels really nice!"

On his cock I could clearly see his urethra, well, back then I had no idea that it's called urethra, I just thought "that must be his pee tube." While I still fondled the area under his balls I moved the thumb and index finger of my other hand slowly up and down his pee tube.

"Oh my god! This is amazing!" He said after a while. "What are you doing with me?"

"Well... nothing anymore!" I laughed and got up from between his legs.

"MY TURN!" I sat down on top of my shorts before I laid back, spread my legs slightly and waited for him to start doing all those things to me I just had done to him.

He got up and got between my legs. I had to spread my legs way wider so he could fit in between them. This was quite uncomfortable to me so I pulled my legs up and bent my knees so my thighs were over his knees. He didn't really do the same to me like I did to him since everything on my body including my cock of course was so tiny compared to him. He started to caress my knees then he moved his fingertips on the inner side of my thighs slowly to my cock and balls, played carefully with them, moved up over my belly and chest and then down again to my cock and balls and over my thighs back to my knees before he repeated this over and over again. I felt like in seventh heaven. I never experienced such a beautiful sensation before. I couldn't really compare it with all the other things I had already done on my own, but this was so awesome.

"Your skin feels so nice under my fingers", he said, "so nice and soft. Do you enjoy this?"

"Uhum..." was all I could say. His fingers never took the same way and every time they passed my cock they took some extra time to caress it. I really wanted this never to end. After a while of caressing and fondling me he asked:

"Would you like to do something to me again?" He sounded very unsure of himself.

"Just a few more minutes, please?" I begged him.

"OK... as you wish, my tiny little friend!"

Oh, my god! It almost sounded like I had this teenager totally under my control. This felt awesome, too! After a few minutes I thought it would be only fair if we switch positions again, but I thought about what I would like him to do to me since it was my turn to do it first to him. I wanted to feel his fingers on my butt. I got up.

"Lay on your belly!" I said to him.

Since his monster cock was still rock hard he had a hard time to find finally a comfortable position. He already had spread his legs a bit and I got in between them on my knees. I already knew his back from our drawing games so I really wanted to explore his butt. To be honest, back then I didn't really liked to do this but I really wanted him to do this to me! At least he couldn't see in his position that I was grossed out a little bit. Anyway, I started to caress his lower back with the fingertips of both my hands and slowly moved them down over his cheeks which were pressed close together. He moaned quietly. It seemed to me that he was enjoying what I was doing. I caressed his lower back, his cheeks and his legs for a while. He was whimpering every time my fingers went over his stretched knee pits. With my right arm I reached forward to the middle of his back and I put my index finger on his spine and started to move my finger down his spine to his crack. The nearer I came to his crack the more Nick whimpered. His cheeks were still pressed together so I couldn't really put my finger in his crack and to be honest, I didn't wanted that, I just moved my finger over his crack and then down to his balls. When I did that, he was whimpering all the time. I moved my finger back the same way. I did it again but using all fingertips of my right hand this time. Nick's whimpering got louder, especially when I reached his balls. He really enjoyed what I was doing to him.

"This is awesome! You're driving me crazy! Keep doing it!"

I felt proud as he said this. Me, a little 8 year old boy, who was way too small for his age, was driving this 14 year old youth crazy! How cool is that? I also liked how his skin felt under my fingers. Except the hairs in his crotch and in his armpits and a few hairs on his underarms and his lower legs he was almost as smooth as me. Suddenly he got up.

"Your turn now! Lay down!" He said and I really was looking forward what was about to come.

Because I was so small he just knelt down beside me near my butt and started to caress my back with his right hand while his left hand did the same with my legs until his hand met on my butt cheeks. What a sensation! No one ever did something like that to my butt! He was right, I was about to go crazy, too! I slightly pressed my cheeks together so his fingers couldn't reach in my crack. I surely didn't wipe my butt properly that day when I needed to poop after lunch and I didn't wanted to gross him out. His fingertips slowly wandered over my body over and over again. I whimpered and almost couldn't stand the joyful sensation when he reached between my legs and fondled my balls and the beginning of my crack.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked but all I could do was whimper.

This felt almost better than what he did to me earlier. This was all so exciting. This just could last forever! I was really enjoying what Nick was doing to me when I heard the bells of the church ringing. That was the sign for me to go home for dinner.

"Damn! It's already 6 p.m.?" I asked more to myself than to him.

"Yeah, damn!" He said "Let's get dressed." We put on our clothes and now I could witness what a hard time he must had had about an hour ago in the bushes to get the monster of his cock back in his short pants. We slowly walked back. I led the way when he asked:

"Can you please walk behind me?"

"Sure", I said, "but why?"

"My cock will never get soft if I watch your tiny bubble butt in your way too tight shorts all the time!"

"What?" I started to giggle. "Do you really mean that?"

"Yeah", he said. "I always liked to watch your butt especially when we're riding bikes and I'm behind you!"

"Wow! I don't know what to say... well... what did you wanted to do with my butt if you liked it so much all the time?" I asked him.

He got red in the face. "Well... I never had a clue. At least I was kinda craving to touch it!"

"Well, finally you just did!" I giggled. "But why did you restraining all the time a few hours ago?"

"I was scared, I thought it is wrong... I still do though... and... well..." He stammered.

"OK, OK!" I cut him off. "I kinda feel guilty, too. But I really liked what we've just done. But we really shouldn't say a word about this to anybody!"

"Hum... would you like to do it again?" He asked.

"Of course I do! Didn't you like it? I liked it a lot! I hope this was just the beginning and I hope you can show me a lot of things I don't even know!" I told him.

"Huh? What shall I show you?" He asked half surprised half shocked.

"Well, You're six years older than me. Don't you know a lot about these sex things?" I asked him.

"Hum... if you wanna know if I already had sex... or had fucked already... well, the answer is no!" He looked down to the ground while we walked on the trail back to the village.

"So... well... if you don't have any experiences let's collect them together, OK? It felt so much better when you fondled and caressed me down there as if I do it by myself!"

Before we reached the village we swore to each other to never ever tell anybody about what just happened. I went back home for dinner and got spanked by dad for being late.

The next days I kinda felt bad, I felt guilty, I did something totally wrong but why the fuck it felt so nice? It seemed that Nick felt the same. We weren't able to look in each other's eyes for days. Finally we talked about it. We were in the barn again on the straw bales where everything had started.

"We shouldn't do it again." Nick said. "It's bad. It's wrong. It's gay. I don't want to be gay!"

I felt sad when he said this. I just found someone with whom I could to do all these beautiful things and maybe some of the dirty things I had in mind and it should be over before it really started? I didn't wanted that.

"Me neither!" I finally said. "But... Didn't you like it? Come on, we already talked about it just after we did it. No one needs to know. If we like to do it, why shouldn't we? Only because everyone says it's wrong? Who can judge us if no one knows?"

"But it is wrong, and you're way too young! I don't want to force you to anything you don't like!" He sounded very concerned.

"But you didn't force me to anything. Well... at least I forced you!" I told him. "And we promised each other to tell if we don't like something the other does."

"So we are not gay? We're just two boys who like to have some fun?" He asked.

"Yeah... and I really want to do it again! Please!" I begged him.

"OK, let's go to Mill Creek!" he said.

"Really?" I asked him relieved.

"Yeah! Come on! Before I make up my mind!" He said. "Let's get our bikes!"

It seemed he couldn't wait to see me naked again. I remembered what he said about my butt the other day. So we got our bikes and I was leading the way making a show for him with my butt. It was a nice warm day, not as hot as the other day, so we also wear T-Shirts. I lead Nick to a meadow with high grass near the creek because I wanted to enjoy the sun with him. We got naked, used our clothes like a blanket and we're lying down on top of them and we're fondling and caressing each other for hours in the sun.

From that day on Nick and me fooled around on every occasion we could and it became a habit.

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