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Month: May 2023

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Levi Holland wanted to know if it was possible to lower the bar for you, the reader, to give feedback. He proposed something like Facebook’s Like button.

Strangely enough, I never thought about this. But I really liked the idea, so I started looking. Turns out, it was fairly easy to incorporate this on the site. So from now on, there’s an easier way for you to show your love 😊. Just press ‘Like’ (Thumb up) or ‘Dislike’ (Thumb down) at the bottom of each page!

And don’t worry! There’s absolutely NO relationship with Facebook! I’m all about privacy, especially on a site like this. I only have the standard Google and Microsoft tools to see how my site is performing. How many visitors, broken links, that sort of stuff. Everything is anonymized, and no hidden cookies or anything. Especially not for Facebook. Or Meta. I don’t care. Both are evil!

So if you’re up to it, please help us out by pressing one of these buttons after you finish the story.




Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series


Charlie and I became friends in third grade over a shared love for anime. There wasn’t a boy in our class who wasn’t into Dragonball, and whenever Charlie’s mom volunteered for our school’s math superstars program, she always handed out Dragonball stickers to whoever got all the problems right. Funny enough I never had another class with Charlie, but our friendship lasted all throughout middle and high school. We lost touch after we graduated, but this story takes place back when we were in our early days of middle school.

Charlie’s family owned a timeshare in a little tourist town called Pigeon Forge, not too far from Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Going up with him and his brothers was always the highlight of my school year since it always happened the weekend after my birthday in January. The only part of the trip that sucked was the grueling drive up to the condo. When you’re eleven, a five hour drive is long enough to make you lose your mind. Still, we found ways to pass the time, whether it be watching a movie through their tiny, mobile TV or playing cards in the open seat between us.

On this particular trip, Charlie’s dad had to work out of town, so we were all crammed into one vehicle. Charlie’s older brother Tom was in the passenger seat, which meant I was squeezed in the back between Charlie and his ten-year-old brother Joey. We watched some old horror movie on VHS about a demon that took people’s body parts to make his own skin suit. The movie wasn’t really scary and had so many cheap effects, but I’d always been a bit of a scaredy cat with these types of movies and closed my eyes any time a creepy scene played.

One of the side effects I frequently suffered from at eleven was the constant boners my body sprung. It certainly didn’t help that Charlie and his brother were pressed on either side of me. My jeans were way too tight from a recent growth spurt, and my parents hadn’t felt the need to upgrade my clothing. What’s worse was that the more I tried to ignore the growing hardness in my pants, the more it seemed to rebel against me.

I chanced a look down and nearly died at how obvious my boner was. It wasn’t so defined that you could make out the mushroom head, but the thick tube was pointing sideways along my thigh. Whenever it happened, I knew I was at the mercy of time. At least if I was under the covers, I could rub it against the mattress or the warmth of my blanket.

As the movie continued in the background, Charlie suddenly lunged an arm across the car and grabbed Joey’s hand. Sometimes he did weird shit like that, slapping his brother or fighting him for fun, but this was different. Joey resisted as Charlie tugged his hand over, and as they crossed over me, I realized my friend knew I had a boner. He was trying to make Joey touch it.

Joey realized too, and I might have imagined it, but it seemed like he struggled less after that. It was a game of chicken to see who would break first. Joey would loosen his arm, and at the last second before touching my dick, he’d fight back and deflect just enough to graze the inside of my thigh instead. Each time it happened, my penis flexed inside my jeans, harder than ever before. At ten, I don’t think Joey had any real concept of what Charlie was trying to get him to do. Hell, I’m not sure I did either, I just knew I wanted it. I still believed I was straight in 6th grade, having “dated” a couple girls since the start of middle school, and the concept of gay wasn’t in my personal vocabulary.

Charlie wised up to what Joey was doing and waited until his brother jerked the other way before tugging his hand back towards me. This time they got me, and as Charlie pressed his brother’s hand against my penis, Joey surprised me most by squeezing it. That feeling alone was enough to make me moan as my eyes rolled.

Charlie and Joey snatched their hands away like they had touched a hot stove, and their mom asked me if I thought I was going to be carsick. I realized I must have been blushing or really flushed, but I told her I was fine. Nothing else happened during the car ride, but I could sense something had changed between the three of us.

We arrived at the condo and were quick to haul our bags inside. For one, it was the middle of January, the sun had gone down, and a choppy breeze nipped our faces. Two, the condo had a heated pool. Meant to be for casual use, the pool area lacked any lifeguards, though there were a ton of signs that warned against children under a certain age swimming without a guardian. I can’t remember if we met the requirement or not, but we always thought it was bullshit since we were always together. Next to the pool was a hot tub wide enough for five or six, and off in a private backroom was a sauna where we sometimes hung out. One of our favorite things to do was bounce between the pool and hot tub. After you’ve sat in 100+ degree water long enough, even the heated pool water is a refreshing jolt to your system.

We ran like madmen and leapt into the air as we struck poses on the way down. The amount of water splashing onto the concrete would have annoyed any adult there, but thankfully we were the only ones there. Eventually we grew bored with poses and turned to pool noodle wrestling. We smacked each other in the face with the wet noodles, occasionally ganging up two-on-one. One of those times, Joey and I teamed against Charlie, chasing him into the deep end. When he lost his footing, Charlie had no choice but to flee to the ladder. It was on his way up when Joey snagged the back of Charlie’s swim shorts and yanked them down.

The little bit of his thin, floppy penis exposed as Charlie danced around trying to get his trunks back up was awesome, and I chubbed up in the water. Charlie called his brother a shitwad before diving back in the water, splashing both of us in a huge wave. I choked on the chlorinated water, and after hacking my lungs out, we decided to relax in the hot tub.

I got in after Charlie, the water stinging the sensitive part of my lower back as I eased in and he turned on the jets.

When the water hit Joey’s waist, he screamed, “Oww, my dick’s gonna burn off!”

I laughed hearing the foul language coming from Charlie’s younger brother, and true to form, Charlie was ready to trash talk.

“You don’t have one to burn off, shrimpy.”

Joey kicked Charlie beneath the water, which made Charlie kick him right back.



“At least I’m not a little baby with no pubes!”

Now that was a surprise. Granted, I didn’t have any pubes either, or at least, I was pretty sure, but it sounded like Charlie had some. The insult shut Joey up, and for a second, I thought he was about to cry. He had a habit of dishing out more than he could handle.

“You really have pubes?” I asked, which stopped Charlie short as he blushed.

“Just a few,” he said. “Got my first one a couple months ago. You?”

I shook my head which only made Joey go “Ha!” but we ignored him.

Charlie lowered his voice, even though it was just the three of us. “You got a boner in the car, didn’t you?”

I nearly jumped out of the hot tub as Joey wriggled his toes against my groin.

“He’s got one now, too,” Joey said with a grin, which only made me pissed at him. In response, I jabbed my foot at Joey, surprised at the stubby nail pressing back against the bottom of my foot. He squirmed a little at the touch.

“Yeah, so what?” I said. “I can’t help it.”

Charlie made a splash as he launched to his feet. His shorts poked out. “Let’s go play Jets.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out what Jets was as I followed Joey and Charlie back into the pool. The shock made my balls shrivel up inside, though I was still hard as ever. They waded over to the side, feeling along the wall until they reached what they were looking for. Water started flowing up, breaking the surface, and I realized Charlie was cupping the pool jet in his hand, redirecting it upward.

“Jets is a game Tom made up,” Joey explained.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t like to play anymore,” Charlie said. “Show him, Joey.”


Joey swam to the edge and anchored his arms onto the concrete as the rest of his body drifted in front of the pool jets.

“It’s really intense this time,” Joey said in a strained voice. The more he held on, the twitchier he started getting, his body jerking occasionally. His muscles bunched up and clenched as he said, “Getting it real soon.” Then he groaned super long and loud as his body shook, and I thought he was in trouble until he finally let go of the concrete, floating backwards with a lopsided smile on his face.

“It’s the good feeling,” Charlie explained. “You know, from your dick?”

Charlie and Joey couldn’t believe I had no clue what they were talking about.

“It’s the best feeling ever!” Joey shouted. “It’s like tickles all over!”

Charlie pulled my arm to the jets and told me to hang on like Joey had. The force of the jets immediately blasted my thigh, but Charlie told me to aim it at the underside of my boner. When I did, it was like the water was punching my penis over and over, only it didn’t hurt at all. It felt really good like when Joey had squeezed me in the car, only better. He was right about the tickly feeling.

It’s weird how certain memories lock in your head. The gritty concrete digging into my arms, the rivulets of water dripping from my damp hair, the burning odor of chlorine in my nostrils. All while the sensation of having to pee built up like a wave. I vaguely recall groaning something like, “yes, yes, yes,” as that wave finally crashed to shore and I had my first orgasm. My boner twitched like mad in my swim trunks, and each time it did, my body flooded with pleasure until I had no choice but to let go of the wall. Any longer holding on, and I think I might have actually passed out.

When I opened my eyes, Charlie was already up against the jets, only he was adding a little humping motion to his movements. It felt like forever for my good feeling to happen, but Charlie’s happened in under a minute before he shuddered against the wall of the pool and drifted away like his brother.

We were back to normal after that, swimming around and playing as if nothing happened. We’d each taken a turn at the jets, and even though the feeling had been amazing, I hadn’t connected it with any sort of attraction to boys or girls. It just felt good, and that was enough for me.

Before we left for the condo, the three of us took a pit stop in the sauna. The light inside was just bright enough for Charlie to pull down his trunks and let me see his pubes. The dozen tiny coils looked like small beard hairs to me. Joey and I touched them, which made Charlie get hard all over again. Soon he readjusted himself, and we headed inside.

That night, Charlie and I stayed up watching anime cartoons late into the morning. Joey wanted to stay up with us, but his mom sent him to his own bed, while we slept on the pullout sofa. A thin blanket covered our legs as we lay against a makeshift throne of pillows. I guess I should have expected it, but my mind drifted to what we did in the pool a few hours before, and for the first time in my life, I got a boner because I wanted one, because it felt good to have one.

I jumped when Charlie’s hand rested on my boner. It poked against the blanket as clearly as it had in the car. He gave me a look that seemed to ask if it was okay he was touching my dick like that. All I could do was nod because I wanted to see where things led. By the end of the night, Charlie would be the first person to give me a true orgasm, and I learned how to return the favor after. Throughout that weekend, there were a few other antics we got up to, sometimes with Joey, sometimes by ourselves, but that night was the springboard into my sexuality that I still fondly remember to this day.

As I said at the start, Charlie and I drifted apart after high school, and I guess I wasn’t super surprised when I found out he was engaged and going to have a child. Despite all our play over the years, Charlie’s interest in sex stuff was because it was fun, not because of any romantic attachment. As I got older, especially during the rest of middle school, I came to terms with my gayness. And whereas Charlie wasn’t interested in anything romantic in the long run, Joey on the other hand, is a story all on its own.

– To be continued –

Copyright 2023 – Levi Holland
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Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series


Grade school for me was always one of those times where the friends you made were your friends for life. There was little rhyme or reason to it—one day you met a kid you shared vague interests with, and then boom. Best friends for life. At least, that’s how it was with Ben.

The two of us were thick as thieves even though we were pretty different. He was big into hunting; I was more into playing indoors, video games, Nerf, etc. One thing the two of us shared a love for, though, was the playground.

We were lucky enough to grow up in a wealthy school district, and along with that came large playground areas with tons of jungle gym equipment. At nearly a thousand students split across six grades, it was needed, too. Unless you did something really stupid to get into trouble, you could pretty much stay invisible for half an hour every day.

During 5th grade, one of our favorite games to play was cops and robbers. Basically a team of cops chased the criminals, and after catching them, the bad guys were hauled off to one of the fences we used as the jail. We tried doing jailbreaks for a while, but we stopped because it always turned into chaos and nobody ever won.

Whenever a group was ready to play, Ben and I preferred opposite teams to each other. Why? Because that meant we got to chase each other. Sometimes one of the girls wanted to take turns chasing me or him instead, but that was never as fun. Girls were always so bossy and demanding when they tried to play, and besides, Ben did it best. There was nothing like the thrill of rounding a corner and your best friend leaping out from cover with his arms wide open to catch you.

Ben would bend my arms behind me, pinning my wrists together, just tight enough to cause discomfort. Obviously I could have made it less painful, but there was something exciting about being his captive. As time went on, I learned I was the submissive sort, but back then I just found it strangely comforting.

“You’re my prisoner now,” he’d say near my ear with a high-pitched growl as I pretended to struggle against his grasp. Sometimes to keep the game going, Ben would let me slip away, and the chase would begin again.

As 5th grade came to an end, something different started to happen whenever Ben captured me. I had scampered across the playground to one of my favorite hiding spots to bounce between, a plastic tunnel connecting two sections of the jungle gym. The tunnel was on the second story with a little viewing window on either end to see outside. In reality it probably wasn’t that high up, but to my eleven-year-old eyes, it was the perfect vantage point for keeping tabs on the enemy.

The only problem was that we were far from the only kids playing games on the playground. Often times other kids squeezed around me through the hot, stuffy tunnel. It wasn’t long before Ben used the pandemonium of screaming kids to sneak up on me, and this time, when he had my arms pinned, the tight quarters of the plastic tunnel forced his body right up against mine.

In the burgeoning summer and my looming adolescence, the moistness of his warm breath against the nape of my neck made all the little hairs on my forearms stand upright, and for the first time in my life, I connected getting a boner with something other than having to pee in the morning. It pressed uncomfortably against my shorts, but I loved every second of it as Ben dragged me from jungle gym and led me to prison. I thought surely everyone must have seen the way it jabbed out, but no one ever mentioned anything if they did.

After he brought me to jail, my face was hot and sweaty, way more than usual, and it wasn’t until he left that I finally stuck a hand inside my shorts to adjust myself. One of the girls with me in jail saw what I did, and her face made a disgusted frown, but I stuck my tongue out at her and told her to mind her own business. What did a stupid girl understand about boy stuff anyway?

When summertime came around, I was disappointed, since moving on to middle school meant we no longer had recess to play our games. I was too naive to consider what other opportunities might come up during the summer break. That was until one day Ben called and asked me to hang with a bunch of neighborhood kids out in the woods near his house.

Ben’s neighborhood was in an as-of-yet undeveloped part of town, so once we hit the edges of his street, a wide forest opened up for us to explore. Some of the older kids had constructed a shitty, but functional fort by using a mixture of fallen branches and old planks of wood. That was our prison.

Most of the boys there I didn’t recognize—some were in different classes, older grades, home-schooled etc. Ben was the only person I really cared about though, and like usual, we chose to play on opposite teams. Sure it might have been fun to chase down some of the other guys together, but I was secretly hoping Ben would catch me and take me prisoner like the last time we played cops and robbers. When the oldest boy called go, I ran for the hills, kicking up a flurry of dead leaves with every step. I made sure not to run too far without looking over my shoulder to make sure Ben was watching where I went. He was.

A little flutter went through my chest as I ran, not thinking too much about the fact that I wasn’t super familiar with these woods. When I finally slowed, it was because I found a thick, fallen log laying against the steep embankment. Right away I knew that was where I would hide. I smeared away some of the old leaves and hunkered down, pressing myself close to the earthy soil. I wasn’t in a panic—I knew I’d hear someone crunching through the leaves before they ever saw me.

I didn’t have a phone then, but my guess was about ten minutes passed before the leaves rustled from over the hill. It sounded like another robber had been captured. I chanced a peek over the rotted log to make sure it wasn’t Ben chasing someone else down, and when I saw it wasn’t him, I tried to tiptoe back into place.

“Freeze,” I heard behind me and nearly jumped out of my skin.

As I turned around, Ben stood with one hand on his hip, the other pointing a finger-gun at my face.

“Make me,” I half-whispered, delighted when Ben hoisted the imaginary gun and tackled me down.

Rolling around in the leaves during a hot, summer day—along with Ben’s body pinning mine against the ground—had the instant effect of giving me another boner. Only this time, he noticed right away because he stopped all of a sudden and glanced between our mushing bodies.

His breath huffed through his nostrils as he said, “Show me.”

Taking only a mild cautionary glance around me, I unsnapped the button of my shorts before zipping them down and lowering the waistband of my undies. My boner pointed up at my face, harder than it had ever felt before as it twitched. Having only just gone through some vague version of sex education, I knew there was supposed to be a greater purpose for my dick and a woman’s vagina, but you couldn’t have tortured me with a worse idea. Ben seeing me like this, however, was making little firecracker pops happen, and I didn’t know why.

A branch snapped from somewhere close by, and quickly I returned my dick inside my waistband and zipped up while Ben shouted that he’d found me. After that, it was pretty hard to slip away, not with some of the much older boys ready to pounce on any escaped prisoners. We spent the rest of the day in sweaty play, and by the end of it, believe it or not, I’d temporarily forgotten about the whole boner incident between us. We were still kids, and playing outside was one of life’s sacred gifts.

That afternoon, Ben suggested I spend the night with him. His dad had one of those jobs that took him out of town several days of the week, and his mom, while super nice and friendly, preferred the comfort of cooking shows rather than dealing with the chaos of two preteen boys. I say that to say, when the two of us retreated to Ben’s room after dinner, we were alone for the night.

As we booted up his Playstation, Ben was quiet during our first few rounds of Madden, which was odd because he was your typical trash talker when it came to any competitive game. I thought I had maybe done something wrong, but then he finally broke the ice.

“So, you know Rebecca?” he asked. “The one from Ms. Douglass’s class with the red hair?”

“Uhh…yeah?” I said, not sure why he wanted to talk about brace-face Rebecca all of a sudden.

“On the last day of school, she gave me a note that said she liked me and asked if I liked her back.”

“Okay…so do you?”

“Not really,” Ben said, and I couldn’t stop the little sigh of relief that escaped me. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as we started up the next play.

“So, what did you say?” I asked.

Instead of answering, he hit the pause button, freezing up the screen so neither of us could control the players, and set his controller down to face me. The silence between us was making me fidgety.

“This is boring,” he said. “Let’s play a different game.”

“Okay, like what?” I scratched at the top of my knee, waiting for him to suggest another video game.

“It’s called Criminals. Someone pretends to be the bad guy and breaks into the other person’s home before tying them up.”

I had never heard of this game before, and I was too naive to think Ben was making up some bullshit game as an excuse to fool around, but already my heart was pitter-pattering in my chest. We didn’t have to talk things out. Instinctively, we both knew that he was going to be the one breaking in while I was the one who got tied up. There was no winning in this game, just getting caught.

Ben dug around in his closet until he found a couple of old pairs of shoes. It took him a few minutes to undo the laces, but soon he had what he needed. We decided to turn off the lights to the hallway and his bedroom, and he gave me the chance to hide while he went outside and closed the bedroom door.

Even with the lights off, I knew his room well. There was a nice space beneath his bed to wriggle beneath the bed frame, and I had just crawled under when the door squeaked open.

Thanks to the lack of hallway light, there was no silhouette as Ben crept inside and pushed the door shut again. Along with the carpet muffling all of his footsteps, I had no way of knowing where he was until he toe-jabbed the side of his dresser and cursed.

I snickered and immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, worried I’d given myself away. When a few seconds passed, I thought I was safe, but then his voice was closer than ever, and he couldn’t have been more than a foot or two away. “Oh, Jeremy…” he called out. He was like a stalker chasing down his victim, which was true in many ways, I thought.

I heard a dragging noise over the carpet and realized he must have been swinging his arm in wide sweeps. I shrunk back as far as I could, but there was a ton of other crap beneath Ben’s bed, and I cried out when his fingers finally brushed against the side of my head.

“Gotcha!” he shouted, his hands pulling me from beneath the bed as the two of us tussled against each other. Knowing what it would soon lead to, my dick was already hard in my shorts, and I shivered as the underside pressed into the soft carpet.

When Ben finally had me yanked from beneath the bed, he was quick to force my arms behind my back. I shouted out in mock distress as he leaned forward and shoved my face into the carpet.

“Say nothing,” he whispered low and threatening in my ear, “or I’ll go after your whole family next!”

I nodded in the darkness even though he couldn’t see me, so instead, I whispered, “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.”

Ben tied my wrists with surprising expertise, even without the light to see. The rope of the shoelaces chewed into my wrists, but I knew I could wriggle free if I really wanted to, so for now I let them do their job. Next up was my ankles, and those actually hurt a little with the bony parts pressed against each other. When he was satisfied with his work, I wobbled until Ben rolled me on my side.

I couldn’t understand why Ben hadn’t turned the lights back on yet, but when his hand touched my stomach, I flinched and held my breath. It wasn’t until he slipped his fingers beneath my shirt and rubbed the bare skin there that my breath rattled free.

“What’re you going to do to me?” I asked, keeping up the pretense of the game we played.

In response, Ben moved close to my face, so close I probably could have bopped heads with him if I wanted.

His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Whatever I want.”

My arousal as Ben’s hand wandered to the front of my shorts left little doubt as to how I felt about being restrained. His fingers prodded my boner before he finally pressed his palm against it. Unable to control myself, I rocked against him to increase the contact and friction, but he giggled and pulled back.

“Ben,” I pleaded. “Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to say it,” he said in a playful tone, breaking character for a moment.

“Say what?” I growled in a mixture of horniness and frustration.

“You know,” Ben said. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to keep rubbing my dick,” I half-shouted, and in the expectant silence that followed, I added with an embarrassed, “please.”

“You’re funny,” he said, but his hand went back anyway, and he let me hump against him as he dragged his palm back and forth. The more we moved against each other, the more a strange feeling began to grow inside. It was like being tickled from the inside out. Normally I would have tried to move away from somebody’s fingers if they tried to tickle me, but this was unlike any tickling I’d experienced before. A growing pleasure spread from my penis outward. My legs began to straighten out and tense as I tried to chase wherever that ticking pleasure was leading, and soon I was fighting off the urge to pee.

I considered stopping, but honestly, I didn’t give a damn right then if I pissed myself or Ben’s carpet. Whatever was happening was too good, and all I wanted to do was keep experiencing it. Finally, it was like my body tipped over the first hill of a roller coaster as my abs clenched and I doubled over. That tantalizing, tickling sensation exploded everywhere, radiating good feelings all in my body.

I must have started making noise because without realizing it, Ben’s hand was practically smothering me as I panted and groaned out whatever breath was still inside. After what felt like the most incredible fifteen seconds of my life, the pleasure started to fade, but there was something nice lingering in its place.

Ben’s hand had left my dick and was shaking me instead. “You didn’t have a seizure or something, did you? I should get my mom.”

“No!” I shouted and remembered I was still tied. Being in the dark, there was no way for him to see that I was fine, so I asked him to turn on the light.

When he did, my eyes took a second to adjust as Ben untied the shoestrings around my wrists and ankles. When I looked down, I didn’t appear to be any different than I was.

Ben seemed to be thinking something along the same lines, because he asked, “Jeremy, what happened to you?”

I told him I wasn’t sure. Describing it to him lacked all of the magic and intensity that coursed through my body. For a few seconds, it was nothing but pure, physical joy.

Even still, as I finished explaining, Ben pinched the front of his shorts, and I wondered if he was hard from what I’d told him. This whole time I’d been so concerned with my own good feelings that I hadn’t considered how my best friend my benefit from this.

Looking down at the mess of shoestring on the carpet floor, I picked up the end of one of the laces and gave a grin.

“Wanna find out for yourself?”

The End

Copyright 2023 – Levi Holland
All rights reserved

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Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series


My parents were still at work the day I went snooping through their bedroom.

It was one of those sacred places I knew I wasn’t supposed to be. It’s not like I had never gone in there before, but without them home, it felt…different. More mysterious. Even as I turned the doorknob, I peeked over my shoulder to double check they hadn’t somehow come inside without my knowing.

Sure, I was paranoid, but the boredom won out, and there was no chance in hell I was starting my homework, so in I went. There wasn’t anything too special at first—just the whirring of their fan and their messy bed. Everything else seemed normal. The walk-in closet was pretty similar, too. Mom and Dad had their work clothes hanging on the bars, and Mom’s never-ending rows of shoes lined the bottom.

Near the top sat one of those wrap-around shelves you could stack things on, and I could barely reach the buttons on their mini-safe. Not like I knew what the combo was, but it was fun to try. When that didn’t work, I was ready to leave the closet completely when an orange shoebox caught my attention. It was tucked away in the top corner of the shelf. I think the only reason it even stuck out to me at all was because Mom’s shoes were on the floor, so what need was there for an old box on top?

It took a couple tries to jump and swipe it closer—at thirteen, I still had some growing to do—but when I finally grabbed it from the shelf and opened it up, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I might not have known what the other objects were, but the bottle of liquid with the word lube printed on the front connected all my adolescent dots.

The first crazy thing I found inside was a series of connected silver balls, each one a little bigger than the last. I gulped as I imagined what they were for or why anyone in their right mind would want to use them. Beside those was a pair of black leather gloves sitting with a small mask and a whip. Finally, there was a thick, blue plastic tube inside that was capped on either end. Curious, I pulled it out and tried to ignore my sweaty hands as I unscrewed it.

An unusual smell wafted towards my nose when it popped open, and right away I knew what I was staring at. Well, sort of. I’d seen enough porn on my iPhone to recognize a pussy when I saw it, even if it was fake. My first thought was, Holy shit, it’s right in front of me. My second thought was, Dad must have the tiniest dick. I mean, there was no way he didn’t. How else was he supposed to fit inside that hole. I held the tube in one hand and placed my index finger at the entrance of the splayed out pussy lips.

The moment my finger pushed inside, my dick got super hard. It was mesmerizing how the cushiony folds tugged at my finger, especially as I pulled back. After my finger was free, I held my eye up to the entrance to try and see inside, but it was nothing but a pitch-black gap. Based on the size of the tube, my guess was that it went back about a foot, but there was no way anyone was fitting inside of that all the way.

Taking one last look behind me, I finally squatted down to my knees and lowered the front of my shorts, letting my dick spring free all four inches. Grabbing the tube again, I pushed down the base of my dick until my tip was lined up with the opening.

I pushed and pushed, but getting the tip inside wasn’t like my finger. I mean, granted, my dick wasn’t the biggest in the world, I knew that, but there was no way I was getting in. I scratched at my small patch of pubes before deciding to call it quits for the day. I didn’t want to explain myself if I was caught here, so I recapped the blue tube and put it back in the shoebox before returning it to its rightful place.

That night it was tough to look at my parents in the same light. It was like a great secret had been revealed about them, and part of me shuddered at the implications. The other part of me was still deeply curious about what the hell the pussy tube was, so that night before bed, I hopped on Incognito mode so my parents wouldn’t see my search history later.

Turns out the thing was called a Fleshlight, and there were all sorts of different brands and models they were based from. The reason it had looked like such a real pussy was because it probably was, although how someone managed to make a perfect copy, I had no idea. Taking a chance, I texted my two best friends, Jack and Owen, who both lived on the same street and asked them to swing by the next day after school.

When I got home, I ran back into my parents’ bedroom, grabbed the shoebox from the shelf, and took the Fleshlight with me into the living room until my friends showed up.

“Check it out. I found it in my parents’ closet.”

On the coffee table was the Fleshlight, both caps still screwed on.

“What the hell is that?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

“This is dumb, Andrew,” Owen said. “Why aren’t we playing basketball?”

“Just wait,” I said. When I got the cap twisted off, I stared face to face with that mysterious, tight hole before showing them. They gasped.

“Is that what I think it is?” Jack asked, staring at the pink lips.

“Oh, shit,” Owen said. He twisted one of the strands of hair sticking out from under his beanie.

“It was in my parents’ closet. I think it’s for…you know…practice.”

“Dude, let me see,” Jack said, practically lunging over the coffee table to take it from my hands. He tested its weight in his hands and poked his fingers at the spongy, gelatinous material of the lips. A little twinkle formed in his eyes as he asked, “Have you tried it out?”

I blushed but shook my head. “No, I uhh…couldn’t fit.”

“Let me see,” Owen said and took the Fleshlight from Jack, jabbing the hole with his fingers much like I had yesterday. “Well then how are you supposed to stick it in?”

“Duh,” Jack said. “You need something to make it slick, like lube or something.”

“My parents had a bottle of lube, too,” I said, “but doesn’t that stuff last a long time?”

“We could always use spit,” Owen suggested, “that should dry out fast enough, right?”

While I pointed the Fleshlight towards the ceiling, we each dumped wads of spit into the opening, watching as the collected saliva pooled and slipped inside. This time when Owen tested his finger, it squelched as his finger immediately buried itself to the hilt.

“I think it’s ready,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, well who’s testing it first?” I asked.

It was Jack who offered to go first. The three of us had little shame around each other. Having spent most of our childhoods in one of our three homes, we’d seen each other naked plenty of times over the years, usually when one of our moms forced us to take a bath after getting dirty or sweaty. When middle school started and we had to take public showers with the rest of the kids in class, it wasn’t a big deal for us like it was for some of boys who were really shy.

We weren’t even strangers to jacking off together, although we kept things pretty hands off. We weren’t gay, after all. Just horny. The first time we got pubes or made cum, we always made sure to have a sleepover so the others could see for themselves.

Jack slipped the front of his shorts halfway down his thighs and lifted his shirt. His dick, which was already hard, jutted out like a spear from his groin. Out of all three of us, Jack was the youngest, but he was the tallest. His penis was the biggest too, more girthy than anything. As far as I could tell, my friend was still bare, or if he had any hair, his blonde hair made them near impossible to see. He could cum, though. The clear stuff, but he made a decent amount.

“Here goes,” he whispered and gripped the base of the Fleshlight with one hand while working in the tip of his dick with the other. There was only a slight resistance before he suddenly plunged in the rest of the way. From my angle, the pussy’s opening split around his cock, forming a tight seal that wouldn’t let go.

“How does it feel?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

Jack grunted with his eyes clenched shut. “Like I’m about to cum already. I’m trying not to move.” Jack stayed still for a little while longer before opening his eyes and steadily pumping his hips back and forth. I thought it looked funny the way the massive tube stuck out from his groin, but I was too turned on to laugh.

After maybe thirty seconds, Jack’s thrusting picked up as well as the wet slapping sounds, and with a soft groan, he slammed his hips forward and stopped, eyes shut again as he shook in place. He finally released the breath he was holding before opening his eyes. His cheeks were flush, but he gave a grin as he slowly pulled out of the Fleshlight.

The tip of Jack’s dick was red and still gave a few phantom throbs, but I couldn’t see any wetness. His jizz must have mixed inside with our spit. Oh well, I thought. Based on the past times I’d cummed on myself, it would dry up after a while.

Owen reached down and palmed the front of his khaki shorts. The hard tube of his penis was easy to spot as it pointed up towards his hip.

“Andrew, do you care if I go next?” he asked breathlessly. I shook my head, and Owen soon had the button of his shorts unsnapped.

Owen was older than me by a few months, but only had a few tufts of pubes on either side of his dick. He and his penis were also the shortest of the three of us. I couldn’t say for certain, but it was about three inches, maybe three-and-a-half at most. Honestly I think my index finger might have been longer.

He took a slightly different approach with the Fleshlight. Unlike Jack who leaned his hips forward to fuck the sex toy, Owen’s dick was like a small, flagpole pointed at the ceiling. Flipping the Fleshlight upside down, he lowered it onto his dick and slipped inside.

“Feels funny,” he said. “I think I can feel our spit.”

“Or maybe it’s Jack’s cum,” I said with a laugh which got an eww from Jack.

“I don’t care what it is,” Owen said. “It still feels pretty good.”

Owen managed to last a little longer than Jack, but soon his eyes glazed over and he gave a few short rabbit-thrusts into the Fleshlight before doubling over. When he pulled off the tube, a little bit of white plopped out and fell on the bottom of his shirt.

“Quick, flip it!” I shouted. If any of our jizz dripped out and stained the carpet, Mom would have killed me.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about this?” Owen asked, pawing at the cum soaking in to his black t-shirt.

“I don’t know,” Jack said. “Maybe just say we were gluing things in class today.”

Owen shot him daggers. “Really? Who’s going to believe we’re gluing shit together in seventh grade?”

“Don’t get mad at me,” Jack said. “You’re the dipshit who dripped his jizz on himself.”

“Guys,” I said. “Not now, please. Besides, I still wanna take a turn.”

Owen handed over the Fleshlight, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not after watching both of my friends cum inside of it. Like yesterday, I unzipped the front of my pants and worked them down my hips. I figured to avoid a mess, I should probably do it like Jack did and thrust forward rather than let our spit and cum ooze out.

As I aimed, the opening of the pussy shined with juices, and it still seemed like an impossibility to get my dick inside. Even after Jack and Owen, the hole was no more than a few centimeters at best.

I steadied a breath and then gently pushed. The consistency felt like warm jello on my dick as I worked my way inside, and once I hit a certain point, the rest of my penis slipped inside, being clamped from all sides like a vice grip. Right away I could feel the mix of our slick, squishy spit and cum and loved its wet warmth around my dick.

If Fleshlights were made to feel like the real thing, then I couldn’t imagine how a genuine pussy was supposed to feel any better than this. I pulled out until my tip was just inside and pushed back in, already feeling the urge to cum. Fuck it, I thought. The Fleshlight belonged to my parents, so who cared if I came right away? I could always come back for more.

With that thought in mind, I rammed my hips forward into the sploogey mix and gave out a cry as my orgasm washed over me. The Fleshlight was so tight around my dick that even shooting cum was way more intense, like the pressure was making it spray out rather than dribble. My heart clamored, and my hair was damp with sweat as I finally slowed, and with a little suction pop, my dick came free. I managed to catch a string of cum hanging from the tip and smushed it between my fingers.

My dick was still hard and shiny with our juices, but I zipped myself back up.

Jack sat against the edge of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, now what?”

I shrugged. With what we knew about spit and cum, we figured our juices would dry inside the tube before long, so I capped it back up and returned it to my parents’ closet. When I got back, my friends and I went out to shoot some hoops until we had to call it a day.

It didn’t take long for my dad to realize what was up. After another round or two nutting inside the Fleshlight, he knocked on my bedroom door one night with the Fleshlight case in his hands. I tried to play it off like I’d never seen it before, but I was busted. Turns out the fluids inside didn’t dry up quite like we thought, which gave Mom and Dad an uncomfortable surprise. The worst part was how I had to sit through the embarrassment of a sex talk with him, practicing safety first, and making sure I always cleaned up after myself.

There was one good thing that came out of that talk with my dad. The weekend after next, when I got back from a sleepover at Owen’s house, there was a brand new teal Fleshlight laying on my bedroom pillow, along with a small bottle of lube. When I picked up the note propped beside the Fleshlight, it read: Next time, Andrew, please don’t snoop in our bedroom.

The End

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