Chapter 2

"You scared about tomorrow?" Sky asked, bouncing a Superball off the ceiling of his incredibly-messy room.

We both lay on his bed, still wearing our now-bone-dry bathing suits, and nursing our sunburns from the day at the beach. We'd just finished wolfing down some McDonald burgers that we'd picked up on the way home. I had my hands behind my head, still not sure if I should tell my friend about my gnawing fear.

"I dunno... I guess a little," I muttered. "Aaaaa, look -- if nothing else, there should be about 600 other new ninth-graders that'll be as screwed-up as we are."

"Good point," he replied, as he continued to idly bounce the ball against the ceiling. In the distance, I heard Sky's sister yell from a room down the hall, "Mother! Tell him to stop making that noise!"

I punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Sky, you better cut it out. The next thing you know, your Dad'll be in here, and he'll slap the shit out of both of us."

He grinned his patented million-dollar smile. My heart skipped a beat. Sky was amazingly good-looking -- blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and he was never without that little gold chain around his neck. Sky was probably the closest thing to a TV star I'd ever met in real life. I wasn't the only one who noticed. His mother always theorized he got away with as much as he did simply because of his drop-dead gorgeous looks, but his sister insisted he was the Devil in disguise. I grinned back at him. I think they were both right.

As for me, I dunno why, but lately, something about the way Sky looked when he smiled at me gave me a weird feeling in my stomach. At times like this, when I was this close to him, my mouth went dry, and it confused the hell out of me. I didn't know exactly how actors or male models got a job or what they did, but I did know in the back of my mind that Sky could easily be one, once he got older.

"Alright," he said, "Not because of Carol, but only because you asked me nicely," he said, chuckling. He reached up and put the ball back on a shelf behind him, then turned back to me. "So, you gonna go out for the swim team at school, Wil?"

"Maybe," I said, nonchalantly. I'd thought about it. I was probably the most un-athletic kid on two feet in the known universe, but the one thing I could do was swim. At the ripe old age of 13, I had racked up an impressive pile of ribbons, and had recently helped my team win trophies for the 200-meter relay. But our opponents at that level had generally been pretty lame.

Sky, on the other hand, was a natural athlete. You name it -- baseball, basketball, track... he was an ace at everything. He probably outweighed me by 20 or 30 pounds and was at least four inches taller than I was, since he was already 15. Like me, Sky had a pretty decent chest, but his arms were almost twice as big as mine, like he had little footballs in his biceps. I thought he was at least as muscular as Robin, the Boy Wonder on TV.

But I was no slouch, either. Because of all my swimming over the years, I didn't have a speck of fat on me. I was more wiry, and even though I wore glasses and was just barely five feet tall, I didn't take shit from anybody. Luckily for me, most of the time Sky had been there to beat the crap out of any assailants bigger than me. Maybe that's why we got along so well together -- "the brains and the brawn," as he put it.

"My brother says high school is a piece of cake," he said, leaning over to turn the radio on. A familiar Beatles tune popped out of the speaker. "You're not gonna wear that Brainiac geek outfit of yours to school tomorrow, right?" he asked idly.

I shook my head. For the last two years, I had to wear matching coats, ties and pants when I attended the LaFontaine Institute. Sky was right. It was a geeky uniform, and I never felt comfortable with it on. "I think I'll just wear the kind of stuff you wear," I said hopefully, knowing full well I'd never look as good in it as he did.

"And don't forget," he said, as he slid back on the bed next to me. "You gotta dress out for Phys Ed. That means the official shorts, showers and everything."

"Like I care," I said, trying to look nonchalant while a cold chill hit me in the pit of my stomach. I already knew what to expect, having been through the painful ordeal of locker rooms every past summer on the swim team.

Even though I was a little short for my age, I was blessed -- or cursed, depending on how you looked at it -- with the family trait, which was a large penis.

When I say "large," I mean, abnormally out-of-proportion with the rest of me. Make no mistake: this was a man-sized dick on a boy. I'd always been a little embarrassed getting undressed in public places. It'd been even worse over this past summer. Lately, I'd been subjected to occasional stares and ridicule from some of the other swimmers, but the coach stopped that pretty quick, calling them "a buncha homos" and telling my teammates to shut up. Later, in the privacy of his office, Coach gently advised me that I might want to get a slightly larger pair of Speedos or maybe a jockstrap, since I clearly was having a little trouble keeping everything in my suit. I looked down at the floor during his lecture, but he laughed and said, "listen, son -- don't let the others ride ya. Trust me, you're totally normal. And if you ask me, they're just jealous. The day'll come when you'll be glad you're the way you are. And so will your girlfriends." He gave me a knowing wink and pushed me gently through the door and back to my locker.

In addition to my prodigious member, I was embarrassed by my relative lack of body hair. I'd never seen Sky naked before, but judging by his legs, he was already about ten times hairier than me. I stole a glance over at him on the bed, and could see a small forest of blond hairs growing on his thighs. He even had a little thatch under his arms. Me, I had a only few brown wisps down below, and that was about it. I felt like a little kid next to a real teenager.

"I said, are you LISTENING to me?" Sky asked, exasperated.

I looked up to see him staring at me like I'd gone to Mars. I hadn't heard a single word he'd said.

"Sorry, man," I said, distractedly. "I'm just thinking about tomorrow."

He nodded at me. "Yeah. You've never had to take a shower at Phys Ed before, right?"

I winced. The closest thing we'd had to Phys Ed at LaFontaine was the Chess Club. "No," I said. "But don't forget, I've been on the Junior Tampa swim team for six years. I know what guys look like naked."

"Yeah," he said, giving me an amused grin, "but those are just little kids, Wil. You're gonna be with the big boys, now -- real teenagers! I bet you'll pop a woodie! Shit, you got one right now!" He pointed over to my crotch and giggled.

I looked down. My bathing suit looked totally normal to me, but I gulped, realizing I had a noticeably-bigger bulge than Sky.

"It is not!" I protested. "Trust me, you'd know if I had a boner, you dip-shit."

I slid off the bed, and started for the door. "Look, Sky, I gotta get home. I need to get ready for school."

"No, wait!" Sky ran to the door, blocking my exit. "You got a little boner, don'tcha!" he taunted, wiggling his eyebrows.

I was getting mad, and my face was getting redder every second.

"You pea-brain, I said I didn't!"

"Then what's this?" he said, gently poking me in the groin.

I recoiled. "Watch that, you homo!"

"You're the homo!"

"I'm not the one poking somebody in the dick, dork-face!" I snapped. I nervously adjusted my family jewels.

He giggled again. It was the same infectious laugh that I always loved -- not vicious, not cruel, but nonetheless a mischievous laugh, from somebody who was definitely up to no good.

I finally grinned and shook my head. It was impossible for anyone to stay mad at Sky for very long.

"C'mon, man," he taunted. "You've got a boner. My older brother Bill and I get 'em all the time. Show me."

I gulped. I'd heard some whispers at school about "beating off" a couple of months ago. I'd looked up 'masturbation' in the reference books at the library months ago, and had the general idea of what it was all about. I'd tried it a couple of times in private, but aside from a curiously pleasant feeling, I didn't get much out of it. I didn't see what the point was. But I was still acutely embarrassed about my oversized endowment.

Sky frowned. "Alright, look -- I'll show you mine. I got nothing to hide." With that, he yanked his bathing suit down to his ankles, exposing a skinny, boyish 5-inch erection, with a decent-sized patch of blonde hairs on top. A tiny trail of curls led up to his belly-button. He looked at me, expectantly.

"Pretty big, eh?" he said, wiggling it comically from side to side. "This is what a real teenage boner looks like, Wil."

Despite our closeness, Sky had never seen me naked before. I guess I was just too modest up 'till now. Shit, I thought as I felt the blood surge to my groin. He's gonna laugh at me for sure, just like the guys on the swim team.

"Chicken!" He grinned and started squawking like a bird and flapping his imaginary wings, while kicking his bathing suit across the room.

"Alright," I said at last. "But if you laugh at me, I swear, Sky, I'll kick your ass."

Sky grinned evilly. "I bet yours isn't nearly as big as mine! Watch this!" He suddenly let go of his erection and made it bounce up and down, using his powerful stomach muscles. He giggled proudly. I felt my groin harden in seconds, and my heart was pounding in my ears. My mouth felt dry.

"C'mon, Wil," he taunted. "Let's see it! You've seen mine already." He reached down and wiggled it back and forth, leering at me. "I dare ya."

I sighed. Silently, I took two steps forward, pulled down my bathing suit, and revealed my prized possession in all its glory. It throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and began to stiffen almost straight up.

"There. Happy now?" I grimaced as I looked down in embarrassment, and braced myself for the jeers of laughter that I knew would inevitably follow.

Much to my surprise, he was silent. I looked up and saw his face. Sky was wide-eyed and stared at my groin, his mouth agape. I trembled slightly and felt a wave of shame wash over me.

"Holy shit!" he whispered, sitting down on the bed. "I thought my brother's was big, but yours..." He shook his head in disbelief.

"And I barely have any pubic hair at all," I wailed. "I'm gonna be a goddamned freak at Phys Ed tomorrow."

Sky was still wide-eyed. "Jesus, Wil, I'm sorry, man," he said, quietly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. How big is it, anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. "Does it really matter?"

"Lemme grab a ruler."

He raced across to his desk and grabbed a foot-long wooden stick and pushed me down on the edge of the bed.

"I dunno," I protested, trying to sit up. "I think it's like seven or eight inches..."

"Hold still!" he hissed. "I wanna see this for myself."

I felt strangely excited. Every time he touched my groin, I felt a little electric shock roll through me. Why was I feeling this way? I felt something like this...when? Shit --earlier today, when I saw Carol in her bathing suit! What was this all about?

Sky let out a low whistle. "Fuck, man! You're almost nine-and-a-half inches, hard! Mine's like half that! My brother's was just six inches, and he's in college! Mine's five inches on a good day!"

I didn't know what to say. Sky's was the first erect penis I had ever seen, other than my own.

He leaned over to get a closer look. "Man, you got a lot of veins in this thing," he whispered, admiringly. "I can barely get my hand around it." he said. He wiggled my engorged member back and forth like it was some kind of obscene rubber doll.

"OW! Watch it, man!" I cried.

"Ssssh, keep it down! Lemme lock the door." He raced across the room and clicked the knob.

Good idea, I thought. It'd be just great if his mom and dad walked in on us now.

Breathlessly, he climbed up on the bed beside me. "You shootin' sperm yet?"

"What?" I asked.

"You know... cumming!"

I was puzzled. I had read three entire books on sex in the public library, but never saw that word before. (What can I say? It was only 1968, and the sexual revolution hadn't quite hit yet, at least not in Tampa.)

Suddenly, it dawned on me. "Oh, you mean an orgasm," I said. "I dunno... maybe I did and just didn't know it."

Sky giggled uncontrollably and fell back on the bed in hysterics. "You've got a nine-inch dick and you haven't shot any sperm yet? Jesus, you don't know anything, Wil! Some genius you are!"

I frowned. Usually, between me and Sky, I was the one to discover this stuff first. Maybe that was my problem: I read too many encyclopedias, and not as many issues of Playboy, like the ones I occasionally stole on the sly from my Dad.

Sky sat on the edge of the bed and spread open his muscular legs. "Lemme show you, Wil," he said, with an air of excitement. "Watch me. Just grab it, and move your hand up and down like this."

I stood and stared as Sky lay back and started pleasuring himself. I tried to imitate his hand moves, but his technique didn't work for me. "Am I supposed to feel something yet?" I asked.

Sky grinned. "Trust me, you will. Here, lemme do it for ya." With that, he sat up, reached over, and grabbed my iron-hard erection. Tingles of pleasure shot through my body.

"Fuck, this thing really is huge!" he said, admiringly. "You're hung like a horse, you know it?"

Where does this guy get these words? "Hung?" I asked, quizzically.

He grinned. "That means you have a big cock, dummy. And shit, look at your balls," he marveled, cupping them gently in his left hand. "My nuts are like, well, walnuts. But your balls are almost the size of eggs! Man, this is too cool," he said, in a low voice, not taking his eyes off me.

I looked down and did a quick size comparison. I was embarrassed to see that mine was at least three times as big as Sky's boyish equipment. I sighed. Maybe I really was a freak.

Sky leaned closer, letting his erection bounce down, then grasped my member firmly, but gently. "Just lay back," he whispered, breathlessly. "My brother Bill and I did this over Spring break."

I did as he asked and lay back, propping myself up with my elbows to watch. After a minute or two, I began to feel something stirring. My pulse quickened, and I started panting.

"You feelin' it yet?" Sky asked. He used his other hand to fondle my balls, and I felt another twinge surge through my groin.

I gulped and nodded. "A little," I said, meekly.

"Lemme try something else." Kneeling on the floor, he took hold of me with both hands, stroking me faster. Oh, man, I thought, my heart racing. NOW, something was happening. I felt some kind of spark rocket through my body. Was it...

"Shit!" I panted. "Sky, you've gotta stop! I think I'm gonna pee!"

"No, this is it," he whispered, and he started pumping faster. Seconds later, I felt something warm moving up from deep inside me, like the mercury rising in a thermometer. Before I knew what was happening, fireworks went off and I erupted like a volcano. Milliseconds later, I felt something hot, wet and slimy spatter onto my belly. I moaned and fell back on the bed, exhausted, as if I had just swam a 3-minute mile.

Sky leaned over close to me. "How was that?" he asked, beaming.

"Holy... holy shit," I gasped. "I guess... I guess THAT was an orgasm." I tried to gather my wits as I caught my breath. "I gotta tell the Encyclopedia Britannica they left a few things out of the Sex Ed chapter."

We laughed together. Sky leaned over and lay beside me on one elbow, his warm skin almost touching my left side.

"I told ya! Isn't it great?" he grinned. "Now, it's my turn. I gotta shoot... my balls really ache, man. That's what happens when you really gotta do it. Here I go!"

Sky lay back beside me and started pumping his little tool. Looking at it more closely, I could see it was like a miniature replica of mine, only hairy. After just a dozen quick strokes, he reached down with his other hand, grabbed his testicles and started panting.

"Oh, god... I'm cumming!" Sky suddenly tensed his back and thrust his hips as spurt after spurt of white goop shot out of him like a cannon, hitting him in the chin and all over his muscular chest, which rose and fell. We lay there for a few seconds, exhausted.

"Shit!" I whispered, impressed with the intensity and volume of his performance. "Is it always like that for you?" I looked down at my own sticky groin and belly, which had just a few drops of clear liquid on it, and then looked at Sky's body. "Hey," I said. "Yours is all white! Howcum mine is different?"

He laughed and rolled over slightly. "Howcum your cum is different, you mean?" He grinned. "My brother says when most kids start out, they can barely shoot any sperm. I've been doin' this for almost two years. Now, I shoot just about as much as my brother," he explained, proudly.

"You've been doing this for that long?" I asked. My face fell. I didn't think me and Sky had ever had any secrets from each other before. For once, he had left me out of something, and it looked like it was something really cool.

Sky looked embarrassed. "Shit, I'm sorry, Wil. My brother said I shouldn't talk about this stuff to other guys. They'd think I was a homo or somethin'."

"You mean like a homosexual? A guy who has intercourse with men?" I asked. I had read about this stuff in the encyclopedia, but never quite grasped what it was all about. What I needed was a goddamned book with more pictures.

Sky wiped off his chest and stomach with a kleenex. "Shit, Wil," he laughed, "do you always have to sound like a professor? You know what I mean -- a pervert, a sleaze-bag... a HOMO!"

I thought for a moment. I sure didn't want to be one of those. It sounded pretty bad. But it couldn't mean how I felt when I looked at Sky. This was just being buddies, right?

"Here," he said, tossing me a tissue, "take this and wipe yourself off. And be sure to get rid of the evidence in the trashcan. Carol once discovered my beat-off rag under my bed, and she razzed me for a week about it."

We sat around naked on his bed and talked for another twenty minutes about masturbation -- or "beating off" as he called it, along with half a dozen other names for it. Sky still marveled at my dick. I was glad he at least didn't call me a freak, like some of the guys on the swim team did.

"Is everybody else at school real hairy, Sky?" I asked nervously.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You've seen my brother -- he's only four years older than me, and he already shaves and has chest hair and everything. I guess my family's just hairier than yours, that's all."

I grinned. "That's 'cause you're all a bunch of apes, asshole!" I retorted.

"Look, relax, Wil," he said. "You said it yourself -- everybody in high school is scared to death the first day. They're gonna be so worried about not poppin' a boner in gym class, they'll be too scared to look at anybody else. And besides, look at your dick now."

I looked down.

"It looks a lot smaller now," he said. "It's not that much bigger than mine, now, is it?"

I grabbed the ruler and held it in position. "Almost 5 inches soft," I said.

Sky shook his head in amazement. "Fuck! Mine's only 3, soft." He looked down at mine, then back at my face and grinned. "You're pretty cool for a 13 year-old, Wil."

I sighed. "I hope the other guys in the locker room think so."

My friend laughed. "Just keep your back to the rest of the guys, leave your towel on, and whatever you do: don't get a hard-on! They'll probably just ignore you."

I nodded. Then I looked over at the clock by his bed. "Shit!" I cried. "It's already 7:30! My folks will kill me!"

I jumped off the bed and tugged on my swimsuit and T-shirt. "Look, I gotta go, Sky," I said. "I'll see ya at school tomorrow, OK? We won't know our class schedules 'till tomorrow, but look for me in the lunchroom at noon!"

"Alright. Get outta here!"

He threw a pillow at me, but I jumped as it sailed past my head. But before I unlocked the door, he darted over and put his hand on the knob.

"Look, Wil," he said, quietly. "Don't tell anybody about this, OK?"

I was startled. "Shit, no, Sky. Just between us."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

"Best friends?"

I grinned. "To the end."

He nodded and playfully punched my arm. I raced home on my bike and made it back in record time. I walked through the front door, hoping the coast was clear, and closed it quietly. As it was, nobody even noticed I was home. Mom, Dad, and my stupid sister Sharon were all engrossed in watching Ed Sullivan on TV in the living room.

The coast was clear. I started to tiptoe upstairs, but the wooden stair step creaked and let out several loud cracks, giving me away. I winced and braced myself.

"Wil!" called my Mom. "Did you get any dinner at the Jones' house?"

Won't they ever leave me alone, I thought. "Yes, Mom."

"Did you have a good time at the beach?"

"Yeah." But a much better time in Sky's bedroom, I thought.

"That's nice, honey. Don't forget, you have school tomorrow!"

I stopped, halfway up the stairs, but refused to turn around. "I'd rather go back to LaFontaine," I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice.

I heard my dad get up off the couch and walk over to the foot of the stairs. "We've already had this conversation, William," he said, wearily. "I'm not going to throw away good money on an expensive private school, only to watch you get four C's, two D's, and an F again."

I nodded meekly, then trudged the rest of the way up the stairs.

"Don't worry, son!" Dad called after me. "You'll get to make a lot of new friends at Tampa Central. You know, your mother and I went there for high school, and we had a great time!"

"Yeah, right," I muttered to myself as I made it down the hall and slammed the door to my room. "Only you weren't two years younger than everybody else."

I turned off the light, yanked off my swimsuit, threw it in the hamper, and leapt into bed. I thought about everything Sky and I had talked about and done at his place. It was like a whole new world had opened up. Uh-oh. I felt a stirring between my legs. I leaned back on the pillow and sighed.

What the hell, I thought. Maybe I can try this again. I started massaging my groin, and felt it spring to life, quickly elongating to its full length. Just as I started leisurely stroking it, my door suddenly burst open and my stupid little sister yelled out in a sing-song voice, "you came home laaaaa-aaaaate!"

I quickly yanked the covers up to my chin. "Sharon!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, "get the hell outta my room!"

"Mommmmm!" she wailed in the hallway. "Wil said 'hell' again!"

I'll say a lot worse than that if you don't close the fucking door, you little bitch, I thought.

"Wil, will you two keep it down?" my father yelled from downstairs. "We're trying to watch Ed Sullivan!"

"Close the door, Sharon, or I'll TICKLE you!" I yelled, making a move like I was going to jump out of bed. She squealed, slammed the door, and ran back down the hall. Christ, I thought, falling back to the pillow. That was too close. I made a mental note to lock the door from now on.

I got back to business, pulled down the covers, and began jerking and squeezing in earnest. I began fondling my balls, like I had seen Sky do. After only a minute, I felt the now-familiar wave start to build. I vividly remembered how Sky looked -- muscles straining, a few beads of sweat on his chest, his hand pumping furiously. I visualized his tight stomach, which had a row of deep muscular ridges all the way up to his ribcage.

I felt another surge building from deep inside me. Fuck, I thought, I'm gonna cum again! I arched my back as the waves of pleasure shot through my body. This time, the feeling was only about half as strong as it was an hour ago, and only a few scant drips trickled down my shaft. But it still felt great. I leaned back and tried to catch my breath. God, I could really get to like this "beating off" stuff.

Curiously, I examined my gooey hand. Hmmm, I thought, taking a cautionary sniff. It was an unusual odor, almost a little like bleach. I wondered what it'd look like under a microscope. Maybe I'll save that experiment for another day, I chuckled. Yawning, I wiped off my hand on my pillow and fell back, exhausted. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, my head filled with confusing and conflicting visions of sleek, muscular bodies, women with breasts, and hairy body parts of every size and variety...
 
 

2001, John Francis