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PROLOGUE
This time Victor turned off the hot water, stepped out of the shower and walked back toward the lockers, never bothering to towel down. The room shower and locker rooms were filled with dense steam, thick as mist, impenetrable as a sauna. His athletic wet body was glistening. The musky smell of teenage boys, naked and sweaty, lingered in the room.
Victor's penis bobbed as he approached. His large balls seemed to swing lazily back and forth as he walked toward Pee Wee, who was changing out of his workout clothes. According to popular consensus Victor had the biggest dick at Santa Rosa High School. He often exhibited it proudly in the showers, and in truth what he possessed was well beyond average endowment. Pee Wee couldn't help but stare.
There was something about Victor that attracted him, despite everything that had happened, as a moth to a flame. Victor had the slender athletic build of a gymnast, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a generous splattering of dark brown hair on his chest that he kept neatly trimmed. A narrow trail of hair started halfway down Victor's abs and mingled into a thicker patch of pubic hair.
Watching Victor brought his own small rod to full attention. In fact his petite penis had started to get hard the moment Victor entered the shower. He was glad that he and Victor were alone.
When Pee Wee looked up, Victor was strolling towards him with that distinctively male gait that characterized his walk. Victor's heavy balls rolled loosely in his hairy ball sack, a stark contrast to Pee Wee's tight nutsack.
"This is what a man's dick looks like." Victor looked down at Pee Wee's miniature erection and flicked his forefinger against it about half way up the shaft. "You got a bitty little pee pee, not a dick. Just so you know."
Pee Wee looked at Victor, not knowing what to say. "I know," he finally admitted in a low voice.
What Pee Wee wanted more than anything was to take Victor's man-sized cock into this mouth, and suck it, taste his thick cum. But Victor had left no doubt in his mind that this attraction was one-sided, that Victor could never have an interest in him.
"You know I'm straight. But hell, you don't have enough down there to interest anyone." Victor's words were uncharacteristically candid. "You'll always be a little boy down there. In a world of men, you'll always be a little boy," The words stung because they were true. It was as if Victor could read Pee Wee's deepest fears, the very thoughts that haunted him, and then speak them aloud.
Pee Wee stood there unsure of what to say or do.
"I know you're queer for me," Victor continued, "and so does everyone else."
Then Victor began massaging his large penis, which quickly grew hard and stood straight out, unyielding. Even larger than Pee Wee remembered, it curved distinctly toward Victor's left hip. Pee Wee stared up at Victor's hairy chest, following the narrow trail of hairs that traveled down to a point where it thickened around his navel, then spread untidily down into an even thicker darker masculine pubic triangle. Peter could feel his secret desire awaken within him as he watched Victor standing there, so close, masturbating that enormous man-cock.
Victor closed the distance between them, stepped forward and pointed his still erect penis at Pee Wee's face. "Go on." Victor said, "Take a good look." And Pee Wee did. Victor's penis was extraordinary.
"Kiss it." Victor said, "I know you want to." He grinned at Pee Wee and said in a low voice, "Kneel down in front of me, and maybe I'll let ya suck it."
Peter kneeled without hesitation on the tile floor and looked up at Victor, then slowly leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Go on, cocksucker." Victor said, "Suck it!" and Peter touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Victor's dick. The smell of Victor's crotch, and of his sweaty balls dangling only a scant inch from Pee Wee's nose, was irresistible.
Pee Wee wanted to bury his face in Victor's crotch, to smell him, lick him, take Victor's hairy balls in his mouth. Pee Wee wanted to kiss the tip of Victor's manhood then run his tongue up and down the thick shaft. He wanted to make his precum flow, savor it on his tongue, and rub it all over his face. Pee Wee desperately wanted to feel Victor's large dick pass between his lips, to feel his warm semen erupt into his mouth. He wanted Victor's dick in his mouth more than he wanted to breathe. And Victor knew it.
"Please, Victor," Pee Wee begged. He reached out and took Victor's massive manhood in his hands, reverentially, as if grasping some holy object, slowly bringing the head of Victor's cock closer his lips. After everything that had happened, all of the pain and terror, all of the humiliation he had suffered at Victor's hands, he still lusted for his flesh, still worshipped him, idolized him, wanted to be him.
But as he opened his lips to take Victor inside his mouth, Victor reached out and grabbed his hair roughly, saying, "Not yet, boy. You earn this dick."
Victor held his face so close to his crotch that his thick dick throbbed only inches from Pee Wee's face.
"You got a little pee-pee don't you?"
Pee Wee blushed. He did have a small penis, so small that the other boys had told him repeatedly that it could not even be called a "dick", only a "pee-pee", a word usually reserved for small boys, not adolescents, and certainly not men. So small that he had been given the nickname "Pee Wee".
"I said, 'You've got a little pee-pee, don't you?' Answer me!"
"I have a little pee-pee," Pee Wee whispered, almost inaudibly, as his voice quavered.
"That's why you want to suck on a big one. Am I right?"
"Yes." Pee Wee admitted, "Please let me suck you off." Pee Wee begged, his voice shaking a little.
"First lick my nuts."
Pee Wee leaned into Victor's sweaty crotch and put out his tongue and began licking his hairy ball sack. The smell of Victor's ball sweat made him light-headed with urgent desire. He moaned and slurped hungrily at Victor's low hanging bull balls. He envied them, wished they were his, wished he could touch them, adore them. He wanted to worship his phallic god. Something inside him that he would never understand compelled him to please Victor in any way he could.
Then Pee Wee licked up the bottom of Victor's thick shaft, moaning with satisfaction as he wrapped his lips around that massive shank of meat. He kissed the tip again, and then pushed his lips around it, slipping the flaring head into his eager, slick mouth. As Pee Wee's tongue explored the folds of Victor's frenulum, that sensitive band of tissue just beneath the tip, he tasted Victor's viscous precum, slowly gathering just below his piss hole.
But Victor grabbed Pee Wee by his hair and pulled him away from the object of his desire.
"Let me hear you beg for it," Victor demanded.
"Please! Please can I suck your dick?" Pee Wee begged.
But Victor only crossed his arms, and looked down at Pee Wee as he knelt before him, gazing up at the massive manhood he so wanted.
"I need to suck your cock! Please!"
Victor tightened the muscles in his groin, making his cock bounce up and down.
"I want to suck your cock more than anything else! Please? I'm a good cocksucker. I am!"
Victor grabbed his face in his hands and said, "Okay, cocksucker. Suck my dick!"
Pee Wee opened his mouth and Victor rammed his man-sized penis roughly into Pee Wee's eager mouth thrusting it to the back of his throat! Pee Wee felt his gorge rise, but this time got control of his gag reflex. As he watched the length of Victor's meat sliding in and out of his mouth, he heard the Hispanic boy groan with pleasure.
Pee Wee felt Victor's cock push into his mouth again and again and went light-headed. He was finally sucking on Victor's fat tool! This is what he had wanted! This was what he had craved. This was what he had fantasized about every night, emptying his load into boxes and boxes of tissue's imagining this moment. He ran his tongue all around the shaft filling his mouth, as Victor face-fucked him, ramming his shank deeper into him.
Victor threw his head back, his eyes closed as he drove his pounding rod into Pee Wee's slurping mouth. Victor let go of his hair and allowed him to do all the work. Freed of constraint, Pee Wee impaled his face deep onto Victor's pole, gobbling his cock all the way down to the base, and then crushing his nose deep into Victor's dense sweaty pubic hair.
Pee Wee realized at that moment that he was a good cocksucker. He loved the feeling of Victor's hard shaft pushing down his throat and dedicated himself to worshipping at Victor's god-like rod. He swallowed hard at the thick shank and dove down, bobbing his head like a piston, faster and faster!
Suddenly Victor grabbed Pee Wee's hair and shoved his head down, burying his baton in Pee Wee's throat! Pee Wee could feel his mouth fill with Victor's expanding, pulsating shaft, and tried hard to catch a breath between his strokes. He held onto Victor's muscular thighs as he sucked. His own little dick was jumping and streams of his boyishly clear lube ran down the shaft and dripped off his own bruised balls. He was getting very close to shooting his load without even touching himself!
Victor grabbed the back of Pee Wee's head and jammed his meat down his throat. Pee Wee felt his god's penis engorge and pulsate as a syrupy torrent of hot semen blasted into his open mouth, trailing down his lips and chin. Another shot landed on his cheek while a third rope of heavy cream jetted out across Pee Wee's neck, landing on his shoulder and trickling in a hot rivulet down his back! That was quickly followed by another jet, which again shot right into Pee Wee's open mouth! Shot after shot churned out into Pee Wee's face, covering his cheeks, nose and lips in smooth white spunk.
Pee Wee moaned loudly as he tasted Victor's manseed! He swallowed the eruptions of semen that hit his tongue and spattered his lips. Opening his mouth again, he felt another splatter of cum rain down on his tongue! His eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't help himself!
Then with a loud groan Pee Wee started to climax! Without even touching himself his little dick recoiled in a series of muscular contractions as he spat out boy-juice in thin watery streams! He hunched his naked hips forward and fucked the air with his sputtering dick! The contractions continued. It seemed to him like this orgasm might last forever.
CHAPTER 14: TAKING OUT THE TRASH
Pee Wee opened his eyes and saw Mark and Scott standing there, staring down at him as one last contraction sent a spurt of watery goo that landed on Pee Wee's neck and chest. Pee Wee was drenched in sweat, his stomach, chest and groin were covered with multiple strands of watery cum that he had just unloaded there during this latest wet dream.
"Dude," Mark said, pounding the back of his hand against Mark's chest to get his attention, "He never even touched it!"
"Yeah, but did you hear what he said?" Scott asked Mark, "Just before?"
"How could I forget?" Mark said, grimacing. Then imitated what Pee Wee had shouted out in his sleep, "I need to suck your cock!" he mocked, "I want to suck your cock! Please let me suck your cock!"
Scott laughed, and pointed down at Pee Wee, "He's still got a boner," he sang in a babyish singsong way, almost derisively.
Pee Wee blushed all the way down to his toes, and reached down to grab a sheet and pull it up over him, to cover himself, to hide the evidence of his wet dream. But Mark grabbed the sheet and yanked it away from him, tossing it across the room onto the floor.
"Where's mom?" Pee Wee asked, "What are you doing in my room? And what's he doing here?" he continued, finally referring to Scott.
"Why, you gonna call out to her. Want her to come running in here now?" Mark stared down at him, obviously as embarrassed by the situation as Pee Wee, but in a different way, perhaps for different reasons. Then Mark looked back toward Pee Wee's open bedroom door and yelled, "Hey Mom, come here! There's something you should see. We're here in Pee Wee's room."
Pee Wee's eyes went wide. He tried to sit up, but Mark pushed him back down onto his bed, then scowled and wiped his hand on the foot of Pee Wee's bottom sheet.
"No way, dude," laughed Scott, "Did you really get some of his spunk on your hand?" He bent over, totally amused at his friend's distress.
Pee Pee ignored them, again trying to sit up. He stared at the door, listening for her footsteps on the stairs, expecting his mother to come through it at any time, to find him, again, covered in his own seed. The last time this happened she scowled and called him a "nasty little thing" in disgust. Nothing had been the same between them since that incident. It was like seeing him naked, his boy juice pooled on his stomach, had extinguished any respect she may have ever had for him.
"She's not even here, Pee Wee," Mark told him at last, before his panicked brother's heart exploded. "She had an early shift today. She left me in charge, and told me to be sure you got up in time to catch the bus, cause she wouldn't be able to drive you to school."
Pee Wee closed my eyes and lay back down. His cock bounced back against his abdomen, which prompted another laugh from Scott. Pee Wee could feel how hot his face had become, and knew that his cheeks had turned bright red with embarrassment as his younger brother, and his brother's best friend, looked down at him and his hard on and his splatter of goo.
"It's embarrassing being your brother!" Scott said. He had said that before, and Pee Wee knew that he meant it sincerely. "Now get up and get ready for school. The bus will be here pretty quick and I don't have time for this crap."
Pee Wee hesitated, which seemed to irritate Mark even further. "Look, you already slept in late. You don't have much time and I still have chores to finish for mom before the bus gets here." Scott looked on, barely containing himself, totally amused at the whole situation.
"What chores?" Pee Wee asked, realizing only too late that it was a mistake for him to ask that question.
"It's garbage day." The truck will be here any minute. "I don't have time to stand here and argue with you. Mom left me in charge. Now go get ready." Mark started to leave Pee Wee's room, then suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around. Something had shifted in his expression as he turned back to face his brother.
"No," Mark announced, "I just decided. You go take out the garbage!" and as Pee Wee started to argue with him, he interrupted adding, "and carry it out to the street over your head."
Pee Wee sat up and slung his legs over the side of the bed, reached down for his pants, when Mark interrupted him again.
"No, go as you are." Mark said. His face looked stern, the face of someone who was exacting revenge for some past transgression.
"Fuck you!" Pee Wee complained. "No way!"
"Yes way," Mark responded sardonically. His face got red in anger, "Or shall I tell mom about how you were sitting naked on the bus yesterday, telling everybody about how you jerk off, and when you jerk off, or even that you caught me jerking off!" Pee Wee could tell that part especially pissed Mark off. Scott lost the vestiges of his self control and burst out laughing, falling backwards into the chair by Pee Wee's desk.
Pee Wee looked up at Mark in horror. "What if someone sees me?"
"Then you'll have something else to try to explain to Mom. You do everything those assholes tell you to do," Mark said. "You might as well do what I tell you too." Pee Wee had seen the look Mark now had on his face before, and he knew how stubborn his brother had become now that he had gotten older and had the strength to back up his bluffs.
"Yeah, but . . . " Pee Wee began.
"Fuck, Pee Wee," I just come in here to get your ass up out of bed," Mark exclaimed, "Only to catch you unloading and saying shit like 'I need to suck your cock!'" Scott continued to laugh, doubled over in the chair, trying to catch his breath, only making matters worse. "Do you realize how embarrassing it is just being related to you?" Mark asked rhetorically.
With that he pulled Pee Wee off the bed and slapped him on the ass, herding him down the stairs. Scott followed, clinging to the stair railing, laughing the entire time.
Pee Wee got to the back door and looked at the stack of six large black lawn bags that his mother had stacked up against the side of the house. There were another two smaller white kitchen bags sitting next to them.
"No, please," Pee Wee begged, realizing the extent of what he would have to do, and how many trips he would have to make out to the road, where anyone, a neighbor, or someone driving by, would most certainly see him. There was already another group of kids standing there waiting for the bus only a couple of blocks away. There wasn't even any cover between where his mom had stacked the bags and the curb. It was unobstructed driveway all the way.
"Hurry it up, or someone will catch you for sure," his brother said. And Pee Wee could tell from the tone in his voice that he could have cared less if anyone did catch him. He knew that he had embarrassed Mark, and now Mark was getting him back for it.
"I told you already. When you let them walk all over you it affects me!" Mark sounded frustrated, not just angry, "You know I had to show my dick to a bunch of guys at school to prove I don't have a baby-dick like you? Did you know I got kicked in the balls too yesterday, and then again on the bus trying to rescue you? The guy who did it didn't even tell me why. He just said, 'Ask your brother.' And then I watch you do nothing on the bus to defend yourself. Nothing! You just let them get away with that crap! It's like you want them to, you pussy!" Mark was really getting worked up. The red in his cheeks had traveled down his neck. "So now you can do what I say too. Take the fucking trash out to the curb before I fucking put you in a headlock and march you out there and call those kids over!"
Pee Wee leaned over and picked up the first bag and lifted it up over his head. It was heavier than he expected, and he almost dropped it. Some dirt and leaves fell out of it as he adjusted his grip and marched it out to the curb.
"Look he's still got a hard-on" Scott said to Mark as Pee Wee came back for a second load.
Pee Wee picked up the next bag and lifted it up extending his arms up over his head. This one, and the one that followed, were lighter than the first, and he was able to move a lot quicker, almost running them out to the curve where he set them down in a group. "He's still got a hard-on" Scott exclaimed as Pee Wee ran back for the fourth bag. Pee Wee had seen a car coming while he was out by the curb and quickly ducked behind the two boys as a car drove by. The windows were tinted and it was impossible to tell if the driver even noticed.
Pee Wee paused and said, "Mark, you know they will only pick up four bags at a time. These other ones will have to wait until Friday."
Mark thought and answered, "You know Mom always puts any extra bags in Mary's yard. She never had much trash." Mary was a retired teacher who often came over for coffee with their mother on her rare days off. Pee Wee mowed Mary's lawn for chump change at his mother's insistence. Mark pointed across the driveway to their adjacent neighbor's curb. "See," Mark said, "she hasn't even put anything out today. You can put the rest there. She won't mind."
Pee Wee looked at his brother as if he were crazy. His plan just added another twenty feet or more to the distance he would have to carry the bags. And worse, it would mean walking into Mary's yard where their neighbor was even more likely to notice. Pee Wee imagined in horror his mother getting a call from their neighbor, Mary, about him prancing around naked out by the road before school.
Pee Wee made quick work of running the next two smaller trash bags out to the curb, hoping and praying that none of our neighbors were outside, or that Mary was looking out her window. But the next bag was heavier than any of the others and he struggled the whole way, elbows bending. He had to set it down a couple of times, resting his arms for a few seconds before continuing.
And those few rest stops cost him dearly in time. As he turned to return for the final bag he heard the garbage truck, and craned his head around to see it turn the corner onto their road. He ran for the house, but Mark caught him and pointed him at the final bag.
"Get it out there," he said. There was no mistaking the edge in his voice. He meant business.
Pee Wee ran for the bag and tried to lift it up, hoping it would be another light one, but felt it's weight immediately as he tried to lift it up over his shoulders. It was heavy, super heavy. No way he could run it over into Mary's yard. He looked at his brother, imploring, begging for mercy with his eyes, but found none in Mark's expression.
He tapped into some reserve of strength and tried to fast walk the bag toward the curb where he had set the rest of them. But the bag broke and spilled half its contents down onto him and the grass. Pee Wee desperately bent down and tried to claw and scoop it up back into the lawn bag, all the while looking up at the garbage truck that was fast approaching. He could see the two garbage men jump down and grab up the bags in the next yard. Both of them were well-muscled younger guys, maybe eighteen or twenty, one blond and the other taller and dark haired. Their t-shirts were gritty and black with filth. Pee Wee knew that if he could see them that clearly, they could just as easily see him. He managed to set the bag down, and making eye contact with them as the truck pulled up to Mary's curb, he turned and began his run back to his house.
"Jupiter's balls!" the taller of the garbage men exclaimed, "What's wrong with this picture?" he asked, pointing out Pee Wee running naked back down the driveway toward the house.
The second one, with dark blond hair and a stockier build, stopped and stared, laughing, "Washday, huh? Nothin' to wear, eh?" He called out loud enough for the boys to hear him.
"Laundry day!" Mark cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled back at them, snorting. Scott was doubled over, hooting with laughter.
"He ain't got nothing to show off!" The second one hollered back, waggling his little finger and smiling broadly. Scott and Mark laughed and nodded their agreement. Pee Wee heard what he said, and turned to look back just in time to see him waggle his little finger at him, and then watched the garbage man's expression change as he pointed at the mailbox. Mark blocked his run for the door, and Pee Wee looked down to see that by now his erection had not only wilted, but had retracted back inside him, leaving only the smallest of acorns to attest that he had a penis at all.
The two men seemed to have a short conversation that the boys couldn't hear, interrupted several times by laughter, before the second one, again the more gregarious of the two, shouted out, "Bye-bye, Pee Wee!" and waved at him. Before he could stop himself, and without thinking about what he was doing, Pee Wee caught himself sheepishly waving back. Then suddenly jerked his arm down in embarrassment.
The two garbage men laughed and then turned their attention to the black bags which they tossed without effort into the back of the truck. They were both well muscled and made short work of the two stacks, before the truck continued on down the road and disappeared in the distance. About that time Mary appeared in her doorway, looking out at the garbage truck as it drove off. She looked over at the two boys still standing there, just in time to see the side door swing shut behind Pee Wee who had disappeared back into the house.