JOEY CAMPANELLA - PART ONE
The year was 1968. I lived in Florida and was 12 years old.
Me - skinny, reddish brown hair, freckles, non-athletic - just on the cusp of puberty - a few scraggly hairs coming in above my little dick - 2 1/2 inches soft and about 4 inches hard. I had just started squirting some clear juice. My balls hung down like grapes in my smooth sack. My legs and armpits were still hairless. I weighed about 90 pounds.
I had an older brother who used me to help him get off - forcing me to give him hand jobs and suck him until he would shoot off in my mouth. He was bigger than me and treated me like crap. I got used to submitting to him. If I didn't do what he said, he would punch me, twist my arm behind my back, push me down on the floor and anything else he could think of to hurt me. I was basically scared of him and did whatever he wanted to avoid the abuse. My parents weren't really involved in our lives - other than providing for us - working all the time and otherwise being involved in their own pursuits. My brother had a 6 inch dick, bigger balls and a lot more hair than me. And he would shoot a lot of thick, white cum. He hadn't fucked me yet, but that was to come in time.
I was in 6th grade at the time and rode a bus to school. The bus stop happened to be right in front of my house, so I would come outside only when the bus was about to come. I was sometimes picked on by other kids and was in fact, kind of a wimp. One kid who rode the bus was Joey Campanella. Joey was Italian and was actually a year younger than me and in the 5th grade. Although he was younger, he was bigger and more mature - obviously going through puberty at that young age because he had dark hair coming in on his lower legs and when he wore a tank top - you could see dark hairs growing in his armpits. - not much - but enough to see clearly. He also was getting a lot of dark fuzz above his upper lip. In those days, boys wore short, tight cut-offs and often I could see Joey's Italian sausage - had a pretty big bulge "down there". More than once I think he caught me staring at his crotch and just had a kind of smirk - and look of disgust on his face.
During this same period of time, Joey had been bullying me. He would trip me, hit me, mock me - make me the butt of his jokes. He got a kick out of the fact that he was younger and a grade behind me - yet he was bigger and stronger and he set out to make my life miserable. He would take my stuff, take my money, take my lunch if I brought it and generally lorded it over me. He never beat me up or really hurt me - but I dreaded it whenever he was around. All the other kids would laugh at me and join in Joey's abuse. He would sit on my chest and one time even sat on my face and farted.
After he sat on my chest a few times - he began to move his crotch closer and closer to my face. When he did - I could swear that his bulge seemed bigger than usual. The last time he did it, was after school on a Friday. The bus had dropped us off in front of my house as usual and Joey was picking on me as usual. After all the other kids left, he knocked me down and sat on my chest. This time as he pushed his jeans-covered crotch against my face and I could feel his steel-hard dick. As he held it there, I could actually feel the heat and smell- a musky, sweatly smell. My own heart was pounding and I could feel my own little dick get totally stiff inside my pants. Joey knew both my parents worked. He said, "Is anyone at your house?"
I said, "No, my parents won't be home for at least three hours and my brother is hanging out with Eddie (my brother's best friend)".
Joey got off me, pulled me up, twisted my arm behind my back as he pushed me toward my house. "Let's go," he said. "You've got some work to do."
I just walked toward the house in a fog. I was scared, excited and extremely turned on at the same time. As I unlocked the door, he pushed me inside.
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THE END OF PART 1