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From: billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com (bill johnson)
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Subject: {ASSM} Tim and John, Part 1 b/b mast - repost
Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 15:10:06 -0400
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This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys playing
around at a sleepover.
Have fun.

Part 1


John was over at my house for a sleepover. We were in the 7th grade
together, and we thought it would be fun to spend the night together
eating pizza, watching movies, playing games, and stuff. We watched 2
good movies that showed lots of blood and guts, and lots of killing.
They were real cool.
We played some cards, 21 and 5 card poker with chips. It was fun
for a while, but it got boring quick.

Then John wrestled me to the floor. His hand reached between my legs,
nearly touching my peeter. I tried to get out, but he was a lot bigger
than me and he pinned me. He said, "Ha, I win!"

I called him a mother fucker. He said, "Watch your fuckin' filfy
mouth, you son on a bitch!"

I said, "You almost got ahold of my peeter, you a queer or something?"

"No, I was just wrestling, going up between the legs gives you
control. Just ask the coach."

"Yeah, I know. Are you ready to put on your pajamas?"

"Yeah, OK."

We unbuttoned our jean shorts and unzipped our flies. Then he said,
"Hey, turn your back, I don't want you to see me in my underwear, that
would be embarrassing."

So I turned my back and pulled off my jean shorts and stepped out of
them. Then John laughed and said, "Ha, ha, little tighty whitey
Fruit of the Looms."

"Fuck you, you weren't supposed to be looking, you was supposed to
be turned around and not looking. Mother fucker!"

"Hey that wasn't the rule, fucker! I said YOU had to turn around
sos you couldn't see me in my underwear! I didn't say anything about
ME!"

He still had not pulled off his jean shorts. He had his fly
unzipped, but with his shirttail in the way I couldn't see his
underwear.
John said, "Turn around, I am gonna take off my pants and put on my
pajama bottoms. Don't look."

I gave him all of about 25 seconds and quickly turned around. His
jean shorts were on the floor and he hadn't stepped out of them yet. 
He was wearing those loose boxer shorts.

"Shit!" He dived behind the bed. "You mother fucker! You saw my
underwear."

"I saw more than that. Your dick was hard and like a tent pole in
your underwear! Ha, ha, John has a hard dick! Did you seeing me
in my
little tight Fruit of the Looms turn you on?"

I ran over behind the bed. We was both only in our underwear. He took
off his shirt and stood up.

He said, "OK." Here's the deal. We play one hand of 5 card poker
with one draw. The loser has to pull off his underwear and show off
his
dick."

I said, "You seen enough, you fucker!"

"Balk, balk, balk, Chicken! You don't think you can win at a hand of
poker!"

"Fuck you, you mother fucker! Deal!" I hated to be called
chicken.

I had to win.  I was what was called a late bloomer and I hadn't
grown any pubic hairs above my peeter. I was just as bald there as I
was
when I was born, and I didn't want him making fun of my little boy
peeter or my lack of pubic hairs.

I dealt. He looked at his cards and smiled, sitting there in his
boxers. He folded the fly part over so I couldn't see his hard cock
through the
opening.  It was still making like a tent pole. He said, "I'll
take one."

I had 2 jacks, a queen, a 3, and a 9. I kept the Jacks and drew 3
after I gave him his one card. He said, Beat this, fucker!"
He showed me 3 4's and 2 Kings. "Full house!"

I drew a 2, a 10, and another Jack.
"Shit! This would normally be a good hand! Fuck! 3 Jacks."
He started to "da da" the old timey stripper song. "Stand up and pull
down those tight little briefs! Show me your peeter!"

"Wait a fucking minute, fucker!"

"No waiting. Pull them off. Balk, balk..."

That was all it took, I stood up and said, "Shut up, fucker!"

I put my thumbs under the band of my underwear and slowly pulled them
off.
My little cock was not hard, just tiny and bald, with no pubic hairs
yet.

He laughed and said, "Little Boy Tim! Little Boy Tim! You are not
REALLY 13, are you? Ha, ha! You ain't got nothing!"

"I got more than you, fucker!" I said it knowing he would not show
himself to prove it.

He said, "Here, shithead! He stood up and pulled off his boxers. 

"Holy crap!", I said.

His dick was 5"or more long and pointing upwards, and he had
pubic hairs all over above it and on his balls, which were hanging way
down between his legs.

I could only answer, "OK.  I give up, I lose, you got a hell of a lot
more than I do. My little balls were pulled up in a wad so small a
quarter could have hidden them.

He got serious. "OK, I looked like you a couple of years ago, I'll
admit, but I grew fast. You will too." Then he asked, "Look, I got a
hard dick. Maybe I could fuck you."

"Shit no! You ain't sticking that thing into my asshole!" I
refused to even consider it.

"Well then maybe you can give me a blowjob." 

"What's that?"

"I stick my dick in your mouth and you suck on it until I shoot out
cum."

"Yeach! That's sick. I ain't no pervert."

"OK, then I'll just go ahead and jack off and you can watch." 

I watched and he grabbed his cock with his fist and rubbed it up and
down and up and down, over and over again, then it got a little bigger
and harder and a bunch of cum shot out of his cock. I had never
seen anybody jack off before, and I had never tried it. The cum was
all over my bedspread. It looked like white snot.

"OOOOOhhh," he said.

"Eeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwww!", I said, "Gross."

"You ain't never jacked off before?"

"Shit no! Look at my little boy dick, I can't do it!"

"Try it, it feels real good coming out. I do it all the time."

"Maybe some other time." I was scared I was gonna die or something. 

"OK, Tim. Let's get dressed and get some sleep.

So we put on our underwear and our pajamas and laid in the bed. John
went
on to sleep while I laid there and thought about the evening.

Then I noticed my little peeter started to get hard and tingle....

To be continued, in Part 2

Comments or questions?  I answer every email.

Billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com   (billybo  [7 "I"s])

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