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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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