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Growing Up Big
Part 3a
by David
This is the third part of my story roughly getting me through sixth and
seventh grade. This part was supposed to get me to high school, but it
only
gets to the start of eighth grade because I got crazy with details. I
actually called both Mark and Brenda this week to go over details of
what we
did back then. There probably will be two more parts instead of one to
get
to now (the present day).
Chapter 5
The big event had happened. My first girl. I told my brother all
about
it that night. That night seemed to change something between us. We
still
played around once in a while (and still do when he comes back home)
but it
became less and less. He wasn't my teacher any more, but we were sort
of
equals when we talked about sex. I told him what I did and he told me
what
he did - kind of like sharing notes. Even when he went away to college
we
called each other and talked a lot. Now we e-mail each other. Even
though
he is almost seven years older, by brother now is one of my best
friends.
I remember crashing without even looking at my books and sleeping
like a
rock until my brother woke me up Friday morning. As I showered I
started to
get scared thinking about what school would be like that day. I hadn't
done
my homework (OK, but it was and still is a big thing to me.) I
wondered what
Brenda would be like. Would she pretend she didn't even know me?
Would she
tell her friends or worse yet, my enemies the asshole and his friends?
Would
guys in gym tease me and ask me questions? Did other kids in my
homeroom
know? I started to get sick.
My brother whispered to me as he was leaving for school. "Don't
worry,
Kong, you're just having afterthoughts." At first I thought I thought
he was
making some dumb Donkey Kong joke.
"Thanks alot," I groaned, "just what I need is you teasing me."
But
when I looked up he just smiled.
"No tease," he said, "just wait and see. King Kong, not Donkey
Kong."
He messed-up my hair and left. I went through breakfast on remote
control.
As I sat in the car while my mom drove me to school, I had a huge knot
in my
stomach. When I got out of the car I kept looking both ways, thinking
everyone was watching me. I almost crawled down the hall to the sixth
grade
homeroom wing.
That Friday in school turned out to be one of the funnest days in
my
life! Brenda *was* waiting at my room to give me a kiss before
school. She
said in a loud voice, "Pick me up at my locker at 2:40," and turned to
walk
away, leaving no doubt who had invited whom. I will never forget she
had on
one of her usual tight sweaters (beige) and a tight stonewashed jean
skirt.
She swayed her butt away torward the eighth grade wing with a walk
that said
- wouldn't you other guys like to try and fuck me! I remember I was
blushing
but I didn't care. I just kinda walked around in a daze smiling all
day. I
don't even remember eating lunch, but I must have.
By the time gym class came word must have gotten around the whole
school. Nobody said nothing. *Nothing*. Not hi. Not how was it.
Mark
came over to my gym locker and said "Hi, Dave, we still on for
tonight?" I
popped out of my daze and realized it was the first time anybody but a
teacher had spoken to me since Brenda before school.
"Sure, mom says we can have pizza and rent some videos," I
answered. My
old house had the greatest TV room in the basement with a 45" rearview
TV.
When one of us had friends over on a non-school night, we could stay
down
there with sleeping bags and be pretty much left alone. My parents
would
stay up in their den. "I'm gonna walk Brenda home from school, but you
can
come to my house anytime after six." By the time we were ready for our
showers, the shower room had cleared to one end. Three showers that
worked
the best were all on one wall. No one was near them. Everybody was
bunched
up at the other end, so Mark and I took them. In fact, we took them
for the
next three years. It became a silent reward. Still nobody said
anything to
either of us.
The asshole who started all this (I refuse to use his name or even
make
one up, he was and is simply "the asshole.") was an overweight bully.
Kids
told me that nobody in his grade school ever talked back to him, he was
a
dirty fighter, and had pulled a knife on a kid. I looked to see what I
was
in for. He had evidently skipped school that day. I later found out
that as
word got around school he had gotten 'sick' before gym and went home at
the
end of fifth period. I never had trouble from him or his brother
again, even
when I started going to high school parties and ran into his brother.
Brenda was waiting for me at her locker after school. There
weren't a
lot of kids in the halls, but a few. She said "Well ???" I looked
dumb.
She said, "Give me a deep kiss." I gave her a good but quick French
kiss.
She held out her books. I took them. She put her hand around my
waist and
said lets go. She was leaving no doubt in the minds of people left in
the
hall. As we walked to her house she asked me if I would stay for a
while. I
told her about making the sleep-over plans with Mark. She laughed. I
asked
her why. "Well, we both have our old lives to go back to. I have a
date
with Mike tonight that I didn't break yet. (Mike was her HS guy). And
now
you have one of your sixth grade buddies. Is it OK with you if I go
out with
Mike this one more time?"
I was shocked. Brenda was asking me if she could go out with an
older
guy. "I guess its up to you," I stammered, "Is it OK that I have Mark
sleep-over? Do we need to decide for each other?" I had really never
had
anything more than a hold-hands relationship with any girl before. I
didn't
know there were rules for those parts.
"Lets do this," Brenda said. "Lets both do what we planned for
tonight.
Lets think about what we want for after and talk about it Sunday
night. OK,
Will you call me Sunday night?"
"Sure."
"Meanwhile, when you gotta be home tonight?"
"About 5:30, Mark's coming at 6:00." We had reached Brenda's
street.
"Good," said Brenda, "that gives us more than two hours. My
parents
still aren't back. We can duplicate what we did last night, or see if
that
was just an accident." She giggled and squeezed my dick. (Actually
Brenda
makes jokes and laughs a lot. She always was a lot smarter and more
subtle
than her 'easy' reputation.) I must have looked devastated because she
quickly said "Joke."
"Huh?" I still wasn't too clued in.
She kissed me. "Its my sense of humor, big guy," she said, "I
would
never tease about how you perform if you weren't the best I know."
"Oh," I said, but I still didn't get it (and she teased me along
for a
couple of months, explaining each time she did it.) We went right to
her
room and repeated almost everything we did the night before. It was
the
second time of what became our normal date routine - maybe a half-hour
of
playing with each other, some gentle fucking to her next climax, and
always
ending with exausting hard, deep fucking. I thought I was in heaven as
I
kind of wandered my way home.
Chapter 6
When I got home I was shocked back to reality again. My mom was
standing in the kitchen all dressed-up. Mark was sitting at the
kitchen
table eating a piece of cake. "Where have you been," my mom started in
on
me, "Mark has been here for fifteen minutes waiting for you. I just
gave him
a snack to tide him over." My mom is always like that - a stickler for
times. Two minutes late to her is a disaster! She's good in business,
so I
guess that is important. Mark was grinning at me behind her back. She
kept
at it, "It is so good to see Mark over here after so long, and the
first
thing you do is forget about him. And us."
"Mom, I walked a girl home from school (true), and we just sat
around
outside her house talking (lie) and I forgot about the time. I ran
home when
I realized I would be late." It was the best I could do considering
the
shape I was in.
"Well, you do look a little exhausted," my mom went on, "Your dad
and I
decided we would go out tonight since it was Mark coming over and you
wouldn't be alone. There is money on the counter to order pizza." I
had
grabbed a glass of milk and a plate and was sitting down next to Mark.
"So what really happened, " he whispered. I glared at him, hoping
my
mom hadn't heard him, but she was busy messing in her purse.
"We did it again," I quickly whispered back, "tell you later.
Mom," I
raised my voice, "can we walk uptown and charge some videos before we
order
dinner?"
"Only two, and nothing more than PG-13," she replied. My mom
already
knew that at least one of the clerks, a friend of my brother Danny,
would let
me charge R movies to her account. Since I didn't know she could get a
print-out of all her rentals, I had been burned bad enough over the
summer so
I wasn't going to try that again anyway.
"Thanks, mom, we'll camp down in the TV room and sleep in
tomorrow."
"OK, dear, the phone numbers are on the board." My mother is
cool, but
she would not go anywhere without leaving her complete itinerary. Now
days
she has a car phone, a purse phone, and a message beeper.
At last Mark and I were alone. He started in on me right away,
too, "So
tell me what happened yesterday. And at school. And this afternoon.
And
..."
"Hold it," I said, "lets go get some videos first. I want to
think what
I want to tell you and how much I tell you before I do." I started
heading
for the door
"Why?" asked Mark.
"I don't know. I just do." I kept walking fast toward the street
with
Mark following. "Its like I'm not sure how to talk about it yet."
"Not sure? Not sure? You open your mouth and words come out,
dipshit."
"Dipshit! Look who's calling who a dipshit, fuck face."
"Listen, Mr. Gargantua, the whole school - probably the whole town
- is
talking about you, and you don't know what to say. Get real"
"OK, tiny boy," I teased, "I will tell you, but not until we are
back
home and I've got some pizza in me to restore my strength." I really
was
beginning to enjoy this. This was the first time Mark and I had
bantered
like this in almost a year. It was another unspoken sign that we were
friends again.
We ordered our pizza. Spread out our sleeping bags on the couch
cushons and put in the first video in while waiting. After the pizza
came
and we ate I shut off the video. I don't remember what it was, just
that it
was stupid. I started to get undressed. "What are you doing?" Mark
asked,
"its early yet."
"I know," I said, "but I'm tired. Besides, if I'm going to tell
you
about sex I'm probably going to get hard and want to jack off." I
dropped my
pants and was down to my boxers which is usually what I slept in. Mark
shrugged and started to undress himself. As he pulled his T shirt up I
had a
strange twinge in my stomach. I really loved the way his muscles
always
rippled, even when he was relaxed, and wished even more that mine could
look
like his. When he dropped his jeans I was surprised. Mark had always
worn
jockey shorts. "When did you start wearing boxers?"
"Tonight. I saw that you wear them. I got these to wear tonight
for
you. So now tell me about Brenda."
"No," I said making up my mind about something, "first you have to
tell
me why you've treated me like shit for a year. Its great you stuck up
for me
in gym. Its great you're my friend again, but what if you dump me
tomorrow."
"Don't you know?" Mark looked at me in disbelief.
"Duh, no, thats why I'm asking, dipshit."
"Remember that night at outdoor ed last year when you let me hold
your
dick and you jacked me off?" Mark was looking very serious.
"Sure," I answered, still not getting it. Mark looked relieved.
"Sometimes I thought that night was just a dream. Billy refuses
to talk
about it at all. Like it didn't happen for him. I've dreamed about
holding
your dick almost every night since then. When I made those cracks in
sex ed
it was because I was jelous and wanted to embarrass you. When you
never got
mad at me, I just gave up and didn't talk to you. When I saw those
guys
teasing you in the shower I just couldn't stand it any more." This had
all
burst out in a single stream. Mark actually had tears in his eyes.
Then he
shrugged and hung his head down like he was totally spent.
"Marco," I reached over to him.
"I'm sorry. I'll get dressed and call my mom to pick me up." I
laughed
loud.
"You will do no such thing," I shouted, "You will shut up and
listen for
a minute. Every time I see you with your shirt off I get excited.
I've been
wishing all year that I could have muscles that looked half as good as
yours.
Everybody gets to see your body, you know, and only a few people get
to see
my dick."
"Come on," Mark perked up a little, "even your muscles have gotten
bigger than mine this year. Everybody knows that, too."
"Maybe I'm bigger," I said, "but I don't look like you. I've got
fat
everywhere. When you just sit there you look like you're flexing."
And then
I just leaned over, grabbed the back of his head, and gave Mark the
same kind
of French kiss I gave Brenda. When I let up Mark just looked stunned.
I was
grinning hugely and pointed down to his boxers. His dick was sticking
straight out the flap. "Looks like at least part of you liked it," I
joked.
Mark's hands had dropped to his sides and he just stood there waiting
for
whatever came next. I slid his boxers down and reached under for his
balls
just like I had done the year before, and just like my brother had
always
done for me. "It looks like you've really grown in a year," I said.
Mark
really had grown had was about 5", not real thick, but hard as a rock.
His
balls had doubled in size. He had some soft light hair above his dick.
Without waiting, I bent down and sucked him in all the way to his
hair.
I could feel his whole body shiver. I slowly stroked and sucked as
hard as
I could. Up until then I had only done that a couple of times to my
brother,
but loved it when he did it to me. I tried to duplicate everything I
could
remember. I remember how quick Mark had come off when I jacked him. I
thought sucking the first time would bring him off quick. It seemed as
if I
was sucking forever. After almost ten minutes I felt his balls tighten
up
and his body shudder. He tensed up, jerked, and I could feel his cum
shoot
past my lips and tongue into my throat. He actually had a lot for his
size.
It was the only cum I had tasted other than my own and my brother's.
It
tasted sweeter.
"Holy shit, Dave-o, that beats everything. It sure beats what you
did
last year, and it sure beats my hand." Now Mark was the one with the
shit-eating grin from ear to ear. "Did Brenda teach you that?"
"No, Danny did, but Brenda does it just as well or better.
There's also
lots of other things she does, too."
"Now let me jack you off," said Mark, "I don't know if I can suck
like
you do, but I"ll try."
"No," I said, "first you have to do something for me."
"What's that?"
"Pose," I said. "Just stand in the middle of the room and flex
your
muscles as many ways as you know how." Mark kind of strutted over to a
low
coffee table and jumped up on it. His dick now hung down semi-soft and
beautiful. First he tightened his stomach to show me groves. Then
both his
biceps. Then he put his hands behind his head, juttout his chest and
sucked
in his stomach. He held this pose while turning his back to me. Then
he
flexed his biceps again. I had never seen him flex from the back. His
back
was just ribbons and ropes of muscle. Slowly he slid his right leg out
and
down, bending over with hhis hands now folded over his left knee. He
was so
stretched-out his dick and balls were touching the table. Although he
wasn't
any professional bodybuilder, it was obvious that he had watched them
and
practiced. His show had really turned me on. I had slid my boxers
down and
let myself get semi-hard. I started to clap and cheer. "Beautiful!
Mr.
Muscle Stud."
Mark turned around and stared at me. "Jesus, David," you look
even
bigger than I remember."
"I am, " I answered. "I grew maybe two inches since you last saw
me
hard. Now its all here for you." Mark came over and sat below me on
his
knees. He grabbed my cock with both hands and slowly squeezed toward
him.
Then he went back to the base and squeezed out again. Each time I got
a
little bigger and harder. Mark reached out with his tongue and took a
tiny
lick, just touching my slit. My cock jerked and it startled him.
"Opps,
sorry," I said, "but I wasn't expecting that and it felt really good.
If you
want to try, you can probably suck my head in. Then you can slide you
tongue
along the bottom. That's probably as far as you want to go. Then you
can
jack me at the same time."
Mark was a quick learner and did everything I asked him to. While
he
jacked and sucked me, I told him all the details of what Brenda and I
had
done that afternoon and the day before. I told him how to alternate
between
two-handed jacking and using one hand while fingering my balls with the
other. Most of the time I brushed my hands through his hair and rubbed
his
back. Every once in a while I would slid my hands up and squeeze his
biceps.
Finally something hit me, and I looked down at him. "By the way,
dipshit,
you really do this well for somebody who's never jacked-off before."
Mark stopped and popped his mouth of my cock. He laughed. "I
lied," he
said. "that was part of my getting even with you at school. I've
jacked-off
almost every night since camp. I have three pictures of you that I
look at
when I do. One thing Mr. T----- was right about, though. Jacking
every day
didn't make me as big as you." With that he sucked me in and kept
going.
"No," I laughed, "but it didn't shrink you either. Besides I
notice
that not only were you hard as a rock, but you lasted twice as long as
last
year." Mark lifted his mouth off again.
"Oh, I can last lots longer than that," he said, "Its just that I
was so
excited having you do it to me. When I do myself I do it exactly the
way you
told me last year. Get almost to blast off, then get up, walk around,
relax
and start again. Next time I'll be better and show you how long I can
last."
He kept stroking through this and went back to his sucking. After a
while I
had told Mark all there was about Brenda and I was fully erect and
hard. I
asked him if he wanted me to cum in his mouth. He nodded up and down.
"There usually is a lot the first spurt," I said, "you don't have
to
swallow it if you don't want to, but I don't want you to gag. Speed up
a bit
and give me a dozen or so strokes. Then squeeze my balls when I start
to
cum. Then just keep stroking." Mark did this and I let loose. I
could see
him swallow, but he didn't flinch and kept pumping. Considering I had
been
fucking that afternoon, I had a pretty big load and three seperate
spasms.
After the second some cum started to dribble from Mark's lips. He let
loose
of his grip and we both just laid down on the sleeping bags and rested.
Mark and I played off and on for the rest of the night. We
measured our
dicks and measured our muscles. I remember that my bicep then was 12
1/2".
Even though Mark was right and his was smaller (by only 1/2" though),
when
he flexed his arm all of his muscle peaked up into a ball like the
bodybuilders - mine was just kind of a blob. On his thinner athletic
frame
it was an incredible turn-on for me. We put on the second movie and
actually
watched it twice. I won't forget that one. It was called Iron Eagle,
and we
both decided we wanted to grow up just like Jason Gedrick, the teenager
who
played the main part. I think it was this night that I started getting
really obsessed with my own body.
Chapter 7
I called Brenda that Sunday. First she told me that she did it
with
Mike on Friday night, but I was better. She said he was almost as big,
but
he just rubbed her tits for a couple of minutes, fucked for ten or so,
and
then shot his load. She said she wanted him that one more time to be
sure.
She asked if I wanted to go steady. I really didn't know what that
meant at
the time. Going steady to me meant tradinig rings or bracelets or
something.
Going steady to Brenda meant a lot more - regular dates, regular sex.
I
also had Mark back now. I told her about how we were best friends, but
it
took me over a year to tell her that we still had sex with each other.
We didn't resolve anything in that first phone call. We called
each
other every night that week, and I went to her house again the
following
Thursday. Things calmed down quickly at school for me. I didn't know
then
that it was a lot rougher for her. She wanted me, but she didn't want
to
loose her fast-lane connections at the high school. I wanted her, but
I just
was feeling happy again about being eleven and not being teased, and I
didn't
want to give that up either. To me now that two year difference seems
so
insignificant. At the time it meant we were worlds apart.
What we ended up with was that we could both go out with other
people if
we wanted, but not the same ones. No other steadies. And we had to
see each
other at least once each week. Since Mark was a buddy and not a date,
that
was never a problem for Brenda.
My parents were excited when they found out that I had a steady
girl,
but got upset when they found out she was an eighth grader. My mom
kept
telling my dad that I was much happier now that Mark was around. She
said she
was worried about me having an older girlfriend. That was the first
time I
realized that she didn't want me to grow up. At least not fast. Danny
came
to my rescue. He said I should invite Brenda over for dinner. I
thought he
was crazy. He told me to wait and see. He also told me to talk to
Brenda
and tell her how my parents felt.
Brenda came to dinner two weeks later. She was great and so were
my
parents. Being home alone a lot made Brenda act very mature when she
wanted
to, yet very shy in some ways. She really likes my parents, and
started to
hang around a lot. I don't think my mom ever liked us dating. I heard
her
and my dad arguing about it one time. But they didn't stop us, and
actually
drove me to a couple of parties that year.
I had other dates for the next year, but they really never got
beyond
the kissing part. Some girls evidently heard about me and wanted to
see what
a date with me was like. Most of them had no more idea about sex than
most
sixth graders, so kissing and dancing was the extent of a date. I had
read
enough to know that they weren't ready for any real sexual experience,
and
didn't try anything.
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