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Subject: {ASSM} Part 4  John comes over (b/b[13y/o], mast)
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 13:10:05 -0500
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I have "blanked out" the "questionable terms", not because I am afraid
of offending, but because I think it makes it more fun to try to "fill
in the blanks."
See if you can figure it out. 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.
Have fun.

Part 4

It was a usual Friday at school.  Mr. Julian gave us a quiz in science
for the stuff from the week, we had tacos for lunch, etc.  I didn't
see John all day.  It was a big middle school and unless we had
classes together (which we didn't that year), it was just a
coincidence when we saw each other.  We became good friends in the 5th
grade, our first year together at the school.  His family moved in the
summer before that.

He lived about a mile away from my house.  The other sleepover was
arranged during testing, when the schedules were different, and we saw
each other at lunch every day for three days.  He said that we should
get together sometime since we don't hardly see each other much.  Then
I suggested he stay overnight, and his mom called mine and arranged
it.

I wasn't concentrating much on school, though, that Friday.  All day
all I could think about was getting a chance to show off my ______ to
John.  The day drag on.  Finally the final bell rang.  I went to my
locker and John was standing there.

"I got a note that I can ride home on your bus."

"Cool, I got the new WWF game."

"Righteous!"

We rode home.  "Mom!"  John came home on the bus with me!"

"That's nice, dear.  Hi, John.  Timmy, there are some cookies on a
plate and I made you boys a nice pitcher of cherry Kool-aid.  Just
help yourselves!"

"Thanks, Mom!"

We ate our snack and went back to my room and played the game for a
long time, until supper.  Dad was gone on a weekend business trip, so
Mom ordered us pizza. We ate our share and went right back to the
game.  We played until our eyes got tired of staring at the screen. 
Not a word was spoken about our _______s or about sex or anything,
just the usual kid stuff.  "F_____ you, you son of a ______," stuff
like that.  We would laugh, make noises, punch each other as we played
the video game.

He said, "Let's play poker for chips again."  

I got down the box of chips and the cards.  We played for a while.  He
got ahead, and I regained the lead, and after a while we each were
back to where we started, with the same number of chips.  He bet all
of them on the next hand.

"Have you lost your ______in' mind?"

"I want to be a high roller!  Are you gonna see the bet?"

I had a queen high.  I was getting tired of it all anyway, so I
matched his wager.  He had a King high.

"Sh______, you bet it all on nothing?"

"I won!  What difference does it make.  I am the king of poker!  Ha,
ha!"

"Are you boys going to be OK?  I am going to go to bed, now.  Do you
need anything?"

"We're OK, Mom!" I hollered through the door. ""Good night!"

"Good night!"

I asked John what he wanted to do next.  All night long neither of us
had alluded to what happened at our last sleepover, until now.

"You still wearing tighty-whiteys?", John asked with a coy look on his
face?

"I don't like boxers, my manhood flops around too much."

"Sh______!  Manhood!  Come on.  I saw your  manhood last time.  There
wasn't enough there to flop anywhere."

"That was months ago, sh__head!  I am a real man, now!"

"Show me!"

"You a faggot or something?  Want to see my ______?"

"No.  F______ you, I just want to see you walk the walk, `Mr. Man'... 
We can prove it with a game of strip poker.  Every time you lose a
hand you gotta take something off and throw it behind you."

"Strip poker?"  


"Yeah, and if you lose, then you will have to prove you are a man.  If
I lose, I'll take your word for it."

My groin began to tingle at the thought.  "Deal!"

"Let's start even.  We each have two socks, one shirt, pants, and
underwear.  No rings, belts, watches, or anything else counts." 
Obviously he had played this before.

The first hand I won with a pair of 3's.  He took off his right sock
and threw it behind him.  Then I lost a couple and was barefoot.  Then
he lost and we were tied.

The next two hands we split and were then shirtless. Now it was
getting interesting and I was getting a ______ on.

He dealt me a mixed bag of junk, so I kept a king and drew 4.  He took
3, so he had a pair of something.  I got another king.  "A pair of
kings!"

"Three 2's!  Tim gots to take off his pants!"

I unsnapped and unzipped and let the loose jeans drop to the floor. 
My hard ______ poked straight out in my Fruit of the Looms.  It was
obvious, but he didn't say anything about it.

The next hand I dealt, and got a pair of 4's.  I drew 3 and he drew 4.
 I figured I had this one, and I was kind of glad, because I was
excited, but kind of embarrassed, too.  I would feel more comfortable
if he was wearing without his pants, too.

I drew nothing.  He said, "3 6's," and laid them down.  We were
sitting on the floor.  I said, "SH__!  You lucky bas_____d!"  I laid
down my pair of 4's.

"Ha ha! I just kept a Jack!  You dealt all three 4's in the draw! 
This is my night!  I rule in poker and in WWF!  And..., you know what
the loser of THIS game has to do!"

I said, "OK!"  I stood up and slowly pulled down my briefs.  My ______
was hard as a brick and stuck straight out.  I was kind of
embarrassed, but kind of glad that I could show off, and I soaked up
the attention.  I tried not to act happy, though, because I still
lost, after all.

"F______ you.  There!  I lose!"  I just stood there. My ______ was
very hard and sticking straight out.

"You look like you grew some since the last time I was here.  Of
course you didn't have a hard__ then.  Boy, it sure is straight.  Just
stand there."

"Why can't I get dressed now, I lost,.  Isn't it over?"  I said it,
not because I wanted to get dressed, but because I didn't want to
sound overly anxious.  I was loving this attenetion and the feeling of
freedom, and the naughtiness of it all.

He said, "You lost, sos you gotta show it off some.  That's the way
tha game is played.  If you are the first one naked you gotta put on a
show for the others."

"You musta played this before."

"Yeah, at a camp I went to last summer.  You gotta do requests for the
others who beat you.  The first one naked is the loser!"

"Requests?"

"Yeah, like I am the master"

I didn't question his knowledge of the rules.  After all, Hoyle
probably didn't have anything in his book about this game.  I just
asked "For how long?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how long do I have do what you say?"

"Until I say.  I'm the master."

"______ you, you sh___head.  I ain't gonna  let you tell me what to do
all night.  You just said the loser had to show off his ______. 
That's all."

"OK, fair enough.  Sit back down.  We will keep on playing.  I still
have 2 things on. If you lose, you gotta do a dare."

"OK, but we ain't gonna open the door or go out of this room, and we
can't wake up Mom."

"Cool.  My deal."  He shuffled the deck.  I had a real ______ on,
sticking straight out in front like an arrow, sitting there naked as a
jaybird.  I could see the band to his boxers over the waist of his
jeans.  We looked at our hands.  He threw down 3, he must have had a
pair of something.  I had a pair of 7's and kept an ace, too.  He gave
me 2 cards and I got another ace, for 2 pair.  I laid them down.

"Two pair, 7's and aces."

"Ha, ha! 3 jacks!  I win again."

He told me to get my ruler out of my book bag.  "Measure your ______. 
That's your dare."

I fumbled through my book bag and got out my ruler, one of those clear
plastic blue 6 inch ones.  He told to turn sideways and measure it.  I
stuck the ruler next to it and said, "3 and   inches."

"I can't tell if you grown any since the other time we overnight-ed
together.  It wasn't hard then.  It was tiny, about an inch," John
said.  "Get it little, and measure it again."

"That's another dare."

"OK, then deal another hand."

I got a great hand, 2 10's and 2 kings.  I drew one.  He drew 4.  I
won with 2 pair to his queen high.  "Off with your jeans."

He stood up, undid his button, unzipped his jeans and let them fall to
the floor.  He stepped out of them, and sat back down.  He was wearing
dark blue plaid boxers that were big on him.  His ______ was like the
last time, a tent pole.  I told him I was glad I wasn't the only one
with a h____ on.

"Shut up and give me the cards.  If you lose you gotta get it little. 
If I lose, I have to strip."

Long story short, I lost.  "I can't just tell it to get little."

"That's the dare.  You gotta get your ______ little, one way or the
other."

I knew what he was thinking. I said,  "The only way it can get little
is for me to ______ off."

"Since when have you been ______ing off?"

"Since you showed me how last time.  I did it after you went to sleep
that night.  It was my first time, and I done it a lot since. I'll go
in the bathroom and ______ off, and it will get little and you can see
it then."

I had a door to the main bathroom from my room.  Mom and Dad had a
little bathroom off of their room that they used, so this was kind of
my bathroom.  There were three doors to it, one to the hall, one the
guest bedroom on the other side, and the one to my room.  I started to
go in there and he told me to wait.  He said we could deal another
hand and if I lost I would have to add on a dare and ______ off so he
could watch.  Of course he still had his underwear if he lost.  I
said, let's just draw a card, high card wins.

"OK."
He drew a 4 and I drew a 2.  Strange, though, I was hoping I would
lose.  It made me so excited that he would be watching me ______ off. 
I felt my ______ jump a little.  It seemed to get even harder. It was
a hard little straight shaft with a streamlined head and a tight
little sack underneath, all scrunched up.

"You lose!"

"I will sit on the bed and do it."

"I'll sit next to you and watch."

I sat down and started to stroke with my thumb and forefinger, up and
down.  I have been excited for a long time now.  I hadn't ______ed off
for 3 days, and I usually did it every night.  I was ready to have a
huge or___sm.  I kept stroking faster and faster, soaking up the
attention  I stopped for a minute and threw my legs up on the bed, and
scootched up so I was sitting up at the head, leaning on my pillows. 
I resumed my work on my ______.  This was great.  John stood up, his
_______ still sticking out in his boxers.  He pulled  them off.!  I
guess he wanted to join in on the fun.  I kept ______ing off.  He got
up on the bed and got on his knees in front of me and started in on
his.  He looked the same as he did before, about 5" and a bunch of
hair, straight and cut, with his _____s hanging down between his legs.
 My legs were spread out, making a V and he was on his knees about as
close as between my feet.  Man, this was thrilling.  I kept getting
more excited.  It was time.

All of a sudden I had to pee!  This had never happened before.  I
said, "I gotta pee."  I went into the bathroom, but couldn't pee.  It
was as hard as I can ever remember it being.

"Weird," I said. "I thought I had to pee and I got into the bathroom
and didn't have too"

He didn't say anything.  He just shrugged his shoulders.  He had moved
and leaned against the pillows on one side of the bed, so I got next
to him on the other side.  I started in again. It wasn't long before I
felt the pee feeling again.  I didn't say anything but kept stroking. 
It was time!  My ______ jumped and, to my surprise, ______ came
squirting out!  I had ______!  That must have explained the pee
feeling.  I kept stroking and some more shot out.  I had about 5 or 6
little tracks of ______ on my white bedspread.  My heart was pounding,
and I was almost out of breath.  I sat there with a grin on my face
and collapsed onto my pillows.  He said, "Now!" and shot wads of
______ on his side of the bedspread.   He did the same as me, and
collapsed onto his pillows.

I said, "That's the first time I ever shot ______."

"Cool."

I got a damp washcloth from the bathroom and wiped up our messes. 

"It has grown some," he said.  I looked down and saw that It had gone
down, and remembered the original dare.

I pushed it down and pointed to my newly arrived hairs.

"Cool," he said, you are becoming a man.

We put on our underwear and our PJs.  The clock said 3:30 AM.  We got
under the covers and went to sleep.

I woke up later and looked at the clock. It was 5:00 AM, and John's
hand was on my crotch, holding my ______...

Wait for part 5.

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