The Cheese Stands Alone

THE CHEESE STANDS ALONE CHAPTER 4: MOONLIGHTING

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CHAPTER 4: MOONLIGHTING

"Ok," Billy smirked, "That was your second order." Billy smiled and looked down at me as his grin spread across his face. "Now, are you ready for your last one?"

As he flipped through the ten Polaroid pictures he had just taken of me, Billy told me that my third dare would be to have a sex talk with my dad during which I had to tell him about my problem with "premature ejaculations" and "jacking off" too much. He emphasized that I have to use those exact words during the conversation. To prove it I had to record the conversation so Billy could listen to it later.

"No way!" I said horrified at even the thought of it, and I'm positive my mouth dropped open like that kid in "Home Alone" again. Billy actually doubled over laughing and pointed at me like I had just done something very, very funny.

"Don't be a chicken-shit!" Billy laughed. "If you refuse a dare, you get two in its place. Are you sure you want to refuse."

"I dunno," I thought about what he was saying, but the idea of having a talk with my dad about the fact I popped my cork too quick was just not something I could see ever happening. The chain of events triggered by that conversation took me nowhere I might want to go! Hell I couldn't imagine bringing up jacking off to him, let alone admitting to my Dad that I had problems with doing it too much! I thought about it for a minute, and then said, "Okay, okay."

"Okay, so you get two dares." Billy looked at me sideways, and rubbed his head like he was thinking, but then I got this feeling he had already planning this whole thing out. At last he smiled broadly, "Okay. So your first dare is that between now and our next game you have to jerk off any time I tell you to."

"And just when is that?" I asked, wondering just what he was setting me up for.

"Saturday," He laughed, "We'll play again this next Saturday. That cool with you?"

"Okay" I agreed.

"And your dare number two is that you only get to jerk off as long as I give you permission!"

"What do you mean?"

"You only get to jerk off when it's my idea, not whenever you want to. You start when I say; you stop when I say. If I say you don't jerk off for the next five days then you keep your hands off yourself!"

Billy knew as well as I did that asking me to refrain from jacking off for five days was impossible. I doubted if I had gone that many days without cranking out a load since I learned all about jacking off in the first place."

"That's right, no touching your dick between now and Saturday unless I say so and when I say so. Think you can do it?" Billy asked.

"I can't touch it at all?" I asked.

"That's right!" Billy smiled broadly. He gathered up his stuff, including the Polaroid camera, and opened the door to leave. "I gotta go, but call me tonight. Nine o'clock sharp!"

"It's kinda hard to talk privately at home," I told him, "My brother, Mark and I share a room now."

"So go outside," he said, and smiled again.

There was no resisting that smile!

That evening passed by way too slowly while I was waiting to call Billy. I spent most of it thinking about jerking off only because I couldn't. I tried doing my homework, but my mind kept wandering back to Billy - the soft downy hair between his pecs, his long left-curving penis, his hairy sculpted legs, so I wasn't able to concentrate very much. I wasn't sure I could wait until nine o'clock to call him. He was in my every thought.

Then, about the time I was supposed to call him, my Mom came in to talk with Mark and I about how my cousin Larry had written and was coming home from overseas. I like my cousin, loved him actually, and normally would have been interested in hearing all about what he had to say, but as usual my mom's timing was for shit. It was 9:15 pm by the time she left our room, and then I had to wait for her to go into her room and turn her lights out. Mark was in bed, but not asleep. I left our room without saying anything to him, grabbed the phone downstairs and went to the back door.

When I looked outside, the empty backyard was clearly visible in moonlight so I opened the door and very slowly started walking outside dialing Billy's number. It wasn't that dark outside, but even with a full moon I could still see thousands of stars in the sky. I shut the door behind me. The backyard was fairly private, but tonight I could hear the next-door neighbors talking on their back porch.

There was a fence across the very back of our property, and a line of tall white and pink Oleander bushes separating us from our neighbor, Mary, a retired teacher who often came over for coffee with their mother on her rare days off. There was a stretch on the south side where the Oleander bushes had died leaving a long gap visible from our other neighbors' backyard. Mom had planted new ones, but they were still small and wouldn't offer any significant concealment for a few years yet. I knew that our neighbors could see into the majority of our yard from where they were sitting on their porch, especially on a bright moonlit night.

Between the two trees next to our garage there was a wide cloth hammock that swayed with the warm autumn breeze. Centered in the back half of the yard on the moonlit lawn was a small gazebo. Flowerbeds filled with roses surrounded it.

Billy answered saying, "You're late! I said nine o'clock sharp!"

"Sorry," I tried to explain, "my mom came into my room and was telling us all about . . . "

"Okay. It's time," was all he said, "I want you to jack off for me," then he added for emphasis, "Now."

"You want me to do it here in the backyard?" It suddenly hit me just what I had agreed to. I had only thought about when or how often he might ask me, but never considered just where Billy might ask me to jerk off, or who might be around when he asked me to. "What if someone sees me?"

"Pull your pants down and start jackin'!" He said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was already stroking.

"Are you crazy?" was my reaction. "I don't want you to pull my pants down out here. And I don't need to take my pants off to jerk off!" I knew that if I wanted to make sure nobody saw me out there, I would have to wait for a while until my neighbors went back inside. I took about ten or twelve steps further into the backyard so that at least I would be somewhat obscured by the branches of the Oleander bushes while I waited.

"Normally you wouldn't have to, but I'm adding a penalty tonight since you were so late calling me." He snickered then, and added, "I already started, just thinking about you being out there jerking off for me."

He did it to me again. Billy had this way of making the unreasonable seem reasonable. Suddenly I wanted very much to please him, and the sound of him jerking off over the phone was wearing my will power away. I looked across at their back porch and saw my neighbors going back inside their house, at least I saw the back door close and couldn't hear any voices any more. The porch light went out after the door closed and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get naked, Petey." He said, "If you get caught, you can say that you had a bug in your jeans, and were just going to get it out. A deal's a deal."

I looked around the open back yard, so clearly illuminated in the moonlight. I saw only one place that offered any privacy at all. "Can I go inside the gazebo?" I asked.

"Sure," Billy said, "You can jerk off in the gazebo, but you get naked where you are right now and walk over to it."

"Fuck all!" I said, a little too loud, and wondered if I had gotten my neighbors' attention. And this was not the time to attract anyone's attention! "C'mon!"

"Hey look Petey," Billy warned me, "I could order you to stand right there where you are and jerk off all night if I wanted to. Get naked!"

I'd never backed out on a dare before, and for whatever reason that seemed important to my adolescent sense of priorities. I pulled my shirt up over my head, threw it down on the grass, kicked off my sneakers, and pushed my cargo shorts and my underwear down in one move. I stepped out of my pants, kicked them over to the lounge chair, and stood there with one hand covering my crotch.

"Okay. I'm naked." I told him, "Can I go to the gazebo now?"

"Nope." He said, "You're holding your hand over your crotch, aren't you?"

That surprised me. "How did you know," I asked.

"I know you, Petey!" He said, "I also know that you probably left the place where you first called me and positioned yourself in some safer place in your yard. Now hold your arms out to your sides like you're getting ready to fly and walk back over to where you were standing when I answered the phone."

I looked through the Oleander branches back at the back porch, trying to confirm my assessment that they had gone back inside and that none of them were at the window. After hesitating I did as he said.

"Now start spinning around and count to a hundred."

"C'mon Billy," I argued.

"Complain again and we'll make it two hundred."

I started turning, slowly at first then a bit faster, counting silently, and heard him talking to me over the phone which I was, of course, holding at arms distance since I had my arms spread out wide.

"I don't hear you counting," he said, "Count loud enough so I can hear you."

I looked across at where my neighbors had been sitting on their back porch and couldn't hear any voices any more.

"One," I started counting, cheating and holding the phone closer to my mouth, but not too close. "Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten . . ."

"Louder," I could hear him saying over the phone, even from a distance "I can barely hear you!"

I upped my volume a bit and continued my count. At about fifty, he interrupted me, telling me to stop. All the spinning that I was doing was making me a little lightheaded.

"That's good enough," he said. He was kind of breathless, and I thought it sounded like he was jerking pretty hard and fast. "You ready to go to the gazebo now?"

I ran over to where I had discarded my clothes in the grass and reached down to pick them up, when suddenly Billy piped up again, saying, "Nope! You leave your clothes right there on the grass. Besides, it sounds like being naked agrees with you. You got a boner, right?"

I looked down again at my small erection. The head of my dick was half out of my foreskin, and said "See, I told you being naked outside would make you grow!"

"C'mon," I pleaded.

"Do I need to remind you? The deal was that you jerk off when and where I tell you. Remember?" It sounded like a rhetorical question, so I stayed quiet. Then Billy continued, "You only get to jerk off when I give you permission!"

"Okay, okay," I said at last, feeling very vulnerable standing there naked in the middle of the backyard and trying to hurry the conversation along. My heart was beating hard and fast, I could hear my pulse in my ears. I pleaded, "Lemme walk to the gazebo!"

"Ok, but one more thing," he began. Then there was another long silence.

"What" I asked, impatiently.

"How long is your dick?" He asked, "When I asked you before you lied and told me you'd never measured it. Tell me now, and you can walk to the gazebo."

"It's almost four," I stammered in almost a whisper.

"You sure, 'cause sometime soon I'll have you measure it in front of me, and if I find out you're lying to me now I'll have you doing this every night for a month!"

I paused.

Of course I was lying. Telling him my dick was four inches was bad enough, but admitting the truth, coming clean that it was only a hair over three inches long was too embarrassing to own up to, even over the phone. My older brother, Troy, had rubbed my baby dick in my face since I was ten years old. (Hell, even now at thirty I still have a complex about it!)

"Shit." It came out of my mouth before I even realized I was saying anything. "Okay, okay," I said, "Three and a quarter," I could feel myself blushing in the darkness. It crept down my neck onto my chest. If anything, my heart was pounding even harder. But my erection, the small source of my discomfort, paid no attention, actually pulsing a bit as it pointed straight up at the stars.

"Say it in a full sentence," he said. "Put the phone down with your clothes and walk back over to where you were spinning around, then say it loud enough that I can hear you."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated under my breath as I set the phone down and walked back toward the back porch of our house. I stood there for what seemed even to me to be a long time, trying to gather up enough courage to say it. I looked up at the Milky Way and recognizing the Big Dipper stretching across the northern sky, and not too far away from it was another much smaller constellation I thought looked like the Little Dipper.

I looked back over at our neighbors' back porch and noticed a tiny orange light that looked like a lit cigarette. It moved, disappeared and then reappeared. At least one of them was still sitting there even though I couldn't see them. I was worried whoever it was might be watching me. If I could see them, they most assuredly could see me. Of course the longer I stood there, the more likely someone would notice eventually.

I felt more exposed than I ever had, standing there, watching whoever it was on my neighbor's back porch, just sitting there in the dark, smoking a cigarette, and probably watching me standing there naked with a hard on. I stood there, heart pounding, preparing myself to say it out loud, knowing that if Billy could hear me say it, my neighbors would probably hear something, even if they couldn't hear exactly what I was saying. "My dick is three and one quarter inches long," I said it loud enough that I hoped he could hear it, then ran over to the phone, glad to again be obscured by the long slender branches of the Oleander bushes.

"I didn't hear anything," Billy said impatiently, "I'm still waiting!"

He was going to make me say it again, even louder. I felt small and vulnerable and shivered even though it wasn't all that cold. I put the phone back down and walked back toward the house, trying to get up the courage to say my deepest secret out loud again, knowing there was at least one person in the darkness who just might hear it.

Then I realized how long I had been standing there, and looked back at our house to realize I was also standing right in front of a large window that overlooked our back yard. Finally I managed to say it again, "My dick is three and one quarter inches long," only this time even louder, then ran back over to the phone.

I was sure Billy had to have heard it that time. I was also pretty sure whoever it was sitting out there in the darkness of the porch had heard it too. I gulped waiting for Billy's response, my heart in my throat. But that time Billy told me I could go to the gazebo and as I did I glanced over toward our neighbor's back porch and saw that it was Paul, our neighbor's oldest son who was on the porch. He had come over to the edge of the porch. I could see him outlined in the moonlight, barely. His shirt was off, and he was pulling another cigarette out of the box. He lit the cigarette then reached down and scratched his balls. It looked like he was staring right at me.

I felt a little better once I was inside the gazebo. "Fuck, Billy, he saw me," I whispered into the phone as I sat down on the cold wooden bench that encircled the interior of the gazebo.

"Who?" he asked.

"My neighbor, Paul."

"You mean Paul Poe?" Billy asked, first in surprise and then laughed. "That sucks! You sure?"

"I'm pretty sure," I said. My voice was trembling. "He was standing there smoking, staring right at me."

"Forget about him," Billy admonished me. "Time to jerk off for me. Remember"

"I remember," I said, and started stroking slowly.

"And remember you don't cum unless I tell you too."

"I remember," I said, and looked down. It seemed like this dare kept on getting stacked with other ultimatums that Billy kept attaching to the main challenge like riders on a bill. I didn't think about it too long because I could already feel those warning sensations telling me I was getting close already. "I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Then stop." Billy said. "I don't want you to cum yet."

I paused my stroking, and in a few seconds Billy told me to start stroking again, but this time faster. I almost no time I could feel myself getting close to the point of no return.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Then stop." Billy said again, and I stopped stroking again. I could feel teen spirit gathering, ready to surge; then it subsided, slowly as I waited.

"C'mon," I pleaded, "Lemme cum now."

"Okay, start again," he said, and I started. "But go slow this time." I knew he was smiling. I could hear it in his voice even if I couldn't see him!

I stood there naked stroking my almost painful erection slowly. My chest and shoulders were painted in diamond patterns by the moonlight filtering through the latticework panels. I stepped back into shadows and felt a bit less anxious as I continued stroking my penis. I could feel those sensations again that told me I was close to orgasm.

"I'm getting close," I said. My breathing was uneven. I was getting pretty close.

"You want to cum now?"

"Yes!" I said, again a little too loud. But I wanted to cum, very badly. Billy's teasing had gotten me so horny I couldn't even think of another time I had so desperately needed to unload. Usually I just came when I wanted to. Now I wanted to explode all over the floor of the gazebo. But even more, I needed to cum! I started stroking a little faster thinking he had just given me permission, but then-

"Cool," Billy said, "All you have to do is walk back over to where you were standing and finish yourself off."

My ears burned in reaction to what he had just said. "I can't!" Then added, "Paul is still out there. I bet Paul's still out there watching!"

"Great," Billy said, cool as a cucumber, "Then point your dick straight at him when you fire. Make sure he gets a great view of you unloading!"

"No!" I exclaimed, again a bit too loudly. "I can't!"

"Then you can't cum," Billy said with a matter of fact tone that told me he meant business. "Stop." Billy said again, and I stopped stroking again. I looked down at my dick. The head was glistening, wet with precum.

"Okay, start again," he said again, and I started again. "Go fast."

I stood there naked stroking my almost painful throbbing erection over an over as he had me start, only to make me stop, again and again right at the edge of shooting. "See you can control it," he said. We did that about ten times before he asked me again if I wanted to cum, and again reminded me just what I had to do to earn it.

I desperately wanted to unload. My balls were actually starting to ache. Every nerve in my body was pulled taught, waiting for that climactic release that had always ended my jerk off sessions before. I looked over at the porch and could still see Paul there, still smoking. And as bad as I wanted to cum, needed to cum, I just couldn't stand there out in the open, knowing he was watching me shoot my teen spirit onto the lawn while he look on.

"Cool," Billy said again, nonchalantly. It was like he really didn't care which choice I made. "Then stop stroking. You don't get to touch your dick again tonight." He paused, "Hey Petey?"

I stood there, my penis painfully throbbing, every nerve ending begging to be stimulated to climax.

"You did good tonight." He said the way a parent might praise a child, then grew more serious, "Now, don't even think about cheating. You made a promise, can you keep it?"

I paused for a long time. I had been thinking, seriously, about how I was going to finish myself off, right there in the gazebo after he hung up. Not surprising that I still had a rampant hard on that I knew would never go away again. I kept on thinking about Billy's big curved penis.

"Listen." Billy said. Then I heard the sound of him jacking his dick. Either he was using lube or had generated a lot of precum cause he was making these slick sliding sounds as he fisted his thick shank. Then I could hear him breathing, faster, then halting, like he was trying to catch his breath, and then a short moan that seemed to get cut off as a series of halting grunts marked his orgasm.

And I knew, that no matter what, I had to cum. I had to cum right away.

"I'm not gonna make it, Billy, I gotta cum now."

There was a long pause.

Then, "Well you know what you gotta do."

I stepped into the entrance to the gazebo, knowing that moonlight was painting my skin glaringly white against the night. It looked at bright as noon to me outside, but prompted by my raging hormones I walked over to where I had been standing before. My little head was in complete control. I'd never backed out on a dare before. Of course I had never been given a dare like this one. Ever! All the way over I kept looking for Paul, but the porch was totally dark now, and there was no sign of him.

I looked around the open back yard, so clearly illuminated in the moonlight. Anyone watching would surely notice me. My white skin looking like it was almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Aim it at him and start stroking," Billy instructed me.

"I don't see him," I said, more relieved than I knew how to express.

"Okay then. Hands off. Arms wide." I complied, waiting nervously and expectantly, wondering what I must have looked like standing there. To anyone who didn't know better it would look like I was standing there proudly posing like I was happy to show off my little dick! "Aim it at the porch where you saw Paul standing," he continued, "maybe he's at the window, still watching you from inside."

"Fuck all!" I said to myself, almost under my breath. I couldn't even think about what I was doing. I had tried my whole life to keep my small dick hidden from view. Now, under Billy's orders I had my little hard on pointed straight at our neighbor's house. I thanked God that he had gone in already.

"Okay," Billy said, after what seemed like a half hour, "Start stroking, and I want to hear you cum, Petey."

Without a thought I reached down and started stroking. I closed my eyes and felt the surge of sensations flooding through me. "Here I cum!" It was more than a whisper, less than a shout. I exclaimed without thinking. My knees almost buckled and my body locked up. At the same time I released one forceful load after another onto the grass. Every arcing shot, and there were so many of them, landed far ahead of me on the lawn. I could see my spooge clinging to the grass, catching the moonlight, glistening.

"I've never shot that many times before," I said, impressed with just how much teen spirit I had just unloaded. I felt totally drained. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't remember ever having an orgasm before that even came close to matching the intensity of the one I had just experienced.

"You did good, Petey," Billy said quietly, "Now go to bed." Then he hung up before I could say anything.

I stood there panting. My mind reeled as I looked down at the grass.

Then, "Hey Little Peter," a deep voice called out from the darkness of the porch.

Like some special effects shot in an erotic film, I saw Paul emerge from the shadows. He was smiling. He was also naked. In fact he grabbed his huge erection and waved it at me as I stood there in awe.

I couldn't stop staring.

He was almost silver in the moonlight. I could see the dark patch of hair on his chest, and the even darker patch of pubes surrounding his long cock that still stood out, perpendicular to his body, pointing straight at me. It bobbed as he stepped over to the side of the porch.

"Mine's almost eight," he said, then "Dude, you got the smallest dick I ever seen on a guy!" And it hit me that he had heard what I had said on the phone to Billy. Suddenly I felt weaker than ever before and not for the first time during that day I prayed that the earth would open up and swallow me. Next to Paul I looked like a little boy.

He took a step toward me and started to say something, but I ran and grabbed up my clothes and dashed back into the house, managing to pull my shorts back on at the base of the stars, then made my way back into my room and crawled into bed, feeling scared and confused.

I kept thinking of Paul, knowing that he had been watching me. Certain that he had heard what I had said out loud, something I had never wanted anyone to hear. It was bed enough to confess my size to Billy, but now Paul knew too. I groaned. I could stand to even think about it any more.

Fortunately I fell asleep after a while. It was anything but peaceful night. I dreamed about Paul, who kept calling me "Little Peter, Little Peter, Little Peter" over and over. I woke up thinking first about Paul, then about Billy, who had put me up to it. I kept reliving the moment over and over in my mind, and it occurred to me that in the darkness Billy may have thought I was just showing off for him. The funny thing was - and I had no way of understanding the why of it - as embarrassing as it had been it had also been super exciting. I had never experienced a climax so powerful from just jerking off. It felt like I had unloaded about a pint of cum on the grass, not the few watery squirts I usually shot out.

I stretched out, waiting for sleep to overtake me for a long time. But I couldn't find a single comfortable position. Hugging my pillow, I tried too hard to drift off to sleep again.

Sure enough, I lay there restless.