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Ethan

Ethan
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Ethan

Before I met Evan, there was a neighborhood boy whose name was Allen. Allen was a year older, and when I first moved to the neighborhood, I idolized him because I thought he was the coolest kid around with his long blond skater hair. He and I used to ride bikes a lot, but one day his mom heard me using bad language from a joke I learned from my older sister, and then bam. I was labeled the trouble kid all of a sudden. No more Allen. I was too young to know what being ghosted meant, but that’s exactly what happened.

Luckily for me, there were plenty of other kids in the neighborhood, and during my post-Allen period was when I met Evan. Compared to him, I was now the older one, and Evan heeled at my side like a little puppy dog. That suited me fine, since it made me feel all important. And honestly, I was still burning from being rejected by Allen and his family.

Evan had one of those floppy heads of curly blonde hair, big pink lips, and a round, squished nose and face. He was tall for a fourth grader, or maybe I was short for a 5th grader, but either way I only had him by an inch or two.

We didn’t have much by way of technology to keep us interested back in the day, so most of the time we were outside playing catch, exploring the woods, or dreaming up anything to cure our boredom. Across from Evan’s house was a recently demolished lot, which became the neighborhood’s perfect place for a pickup game of baseball. One of the times I was playing outfield, the ball got rocked to the far side of the lot, and as I went to chase it down, I wound up beside a thick patch of weeds and a drainage pipe I’d never noticed before. The pipe was super narrow but large enough to crawl through if I hunched down. It looked like it might have ran all the way across the street. Much further in, a thin shaft of light punched through the darkness. I grabbed the ball when the others yelled for me to hurry up, but I determined to find out more about the pipe later on.

After the game, I showed Evan the pipe, expecting him to be as fascinated with it as I was.

“Oh that? Yeah, the other side goes to my yard.”

“And I’m just now hearing about this? Have you ever gone inside?”

“Loads of times,” he said. “Watch.”

And just like that, he crouched down and slipped inside, vanishing entirely inside the dark tunnel. My voice echoed when I called his name.

“What’s that light?” I asked.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you.”

Loose stones and rubble filled the inside of the pipe, and I worried I might roll my ankle. By the time we made it beneath the street, my back ached, begging me to stand for some relief. It wasn’t until we reached a concrete runoff drain on the other side that I could stand to my full height. That’s what the light had been from. Through the patches of grass blocking most of the opening, I could just make out the wheels of a car as it drove above us. Down here, we were invisible.

Evan started peeing. His stream splattered off the stones before pooling in the corner. He turned around to face me before he zipped up, and it took me a second to realize why his dick looked so strange until he rolled some skin back over the tip.

“What’s wrong with your thing?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

I pulled down the front of my shorts to show him without an ounce of shame. My penis was cut, although I didn’t know it then. I thought all boys’ penises were born the same.

“Oh yeah…” he said curiously but shrugged. “Doesn’t feel like anything’s wrong.”

He then inched forward and booped our dicks together, kind of like I did to my dog’s nose with my finger. I giggled as the two of us grew hard, still mesmerized by the way his extra skin scrunched together. Unfortunately, we couldn’t play long. The sun was setting, and I knew I had to get home for dinner, but Evan made me promise not to reveal his hiding spot to anyone. Duh. Why would I want to do that?

A few days later, we were back in the tunnel, and it didn’t take long before we booped the ends of our penises again. The way mine squished against his skin made little shivers crawl all over my back.

“Let’s go to my room,” Evan suggested. “I’ll show you something even cooler.”

Immensely curious how something could be cooler than that, I raised my waistband, and we crawled out the other side of the drainage pipe. Evan’s younger brother was hanging out on the swing set, and we said hello to his mom on our way to his bedroom.

Evan dug around inside his closet before pulling out what looked like a snowglobe with a power cord, but there was nothing inside other than a silver ball suspended in the middle. After locking his door, Evan plugged it up, flipped a switch, and immediately little bolts of lightning erupted from the silver ball. They arced and curled in strings of purple lightning. Why Evan had something like that in his closet to begin with, I would never know.

“Watch this,” he said, as he placed his hand against the glass. At once, the lightning bolts leapt to his palm.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Nah, come here,” he said, and when I did, he grabbed my arm and zapped me. He was right. It didn’t hurt at all—just sort of tingled where his hand touched my arm.

“Dare you to let me try it on your thing,” he giggled.

Even though I hadn’t been hurt by the shock, there was no way I was going to let him electrocute my dick, so instead I turned it back around and said, “You first!”

Evan shrugged and let go of the globe before unzipping his shorts. I understood now why he locked the door. His boner sprang up, and I could see it a lot better than I could in the drainage space. Dropping to my knees, I placed a hand on the globe, feeling nothing as the electricity jumped to my hand.

Evan stuck his hips out while I inched my finger towards his thin boner. This was the first time I was about to touch another boy’s dick, and even though it wasn’t really sexual, I couldn’t help but be hard. The moment my finger squished against his extra skin, he yelped and jumped back before laughing. He didn’t seem like he was too bothered by getting zapped there. He let me do it a couple more times until we grew bored, and Evan asked if I wanted to swim in his above ground pool.

When I said yes, Evan rolled on his back and completely shucked his shorts and underwear. His boner stuck up over a set of marble-shaped balls that were still tight in their sack. With only his t-shirt as cover, he unlocked his door, and I followed him back into the kitchen. My jaw nearly dropped as Evan toyed with his boner while asking his mom if we could swim. There was no way she didn’t see him doing that, but maybe she just thought it was boys being boys. After all, we were still little kids.

Back in his room, Evan offered me a pair of his trunks. They fit snug and the lining rode up on my crotch, but at least I had something to wear. Fearing she would overhear my conversation, I lowered my voice and said, “I can’t believe you grabbed your boner in front of your mom.”

Evan didn’t even look up as he bent over in search for a second pair of swim trunks. As he did, his shirt hugged his bare ass cheeks, and I could see the groove.

“Eh, she sees it hard all the time, especially in the bath.”

I would have been mortified if my mom ever saw me me with a boner. The strangeness of Evan’s mom giving him baths at ten didn’t even cross my mind. Different times, I guess.

Once we were in the pool, we played marco polo, which quickly devolved into wrestling and tackling each other into the water. Each time Evan climbed on my back, his stiff rod poked against me. Several times, he latched his hands and feet around my body and ground his boner into my back, humping me slowly. My own boner kept scraping uncomfortably against the netting inside my suit.

When Evan’s mom called us in for snacks, I wanted to stay in the water because I was still hard.

“Dude, I can’t,” I told him. “I’m still hard.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” he said, flicking his own obvious boner through his dripping swim suit.

I think my face invented a new shade of red as I climbed the ladder and dripped all the way inside. We didn’t bring any towels to cover myself with, so just before going inside, I stuck my hands inside the swim suit and angled my boner towards my stomach. With how small the suit was on me, the head of my dick stuck out past the waistband. No matter what I did, anyone could tell I was hard as a rock. I knew Evan’s younger brother saw my penis, because he pointed and laughed, and horrified, I dashed back inside Evan’s room where I could get my proper clothes back on.

That night, I spent the night at Evan’s. Since I was an only child, my parents were probably ecstatic to have a night to themselves. After settling down and brushing our teeth, the two of us crawled on top of his twin bed together while his mom and dad came in to give him a goodnight kiss. It was a little odd to me how soon we were going to bed. When I peeked out of his window, there was still some light left in the sky.

“Do not stay up late,” his mom said, pointing her finger. “You have ball practice in the morning. Conner, I’m counting on you, too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, having long ago made a promise not to ruin another friendship from something I did.

They closed the door behind them, and after Evan and I talked about nothing for a few minutes, he reached both hands down and flopped like a fish before turning on his back. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he started humping against the mattress like he had done against my back while we were in the pool.

“Put your hand on my butt,” he said.

I did, and as my hand folded around the soft globe of his ass cheek, I found it exciting how his butt muscles tensed and rippled under my palm. A couple times I even gave his cheek a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, that’s good, too,” he grunted.

Evan started breathing real heavy, and I worried his parents would hear the sharp squeaking of his bedframe. I could only imagine the world-shattering consequences that would happen if his parents barged in on Evan humping the mattress under the guidance of my hand on his ass. I was just about to tell him we should stop, when Evan’s butt muscles clenched up real tight. His eyes squinted shut, and he shook as he whispered, “Oh, yeah…” before relaxing against the mattress. Before I could even ask what happened, Evan conked out and started snoring.

I tossed and turned. It was way too early for me to sleep, but all I could do was lay there bored. It honestly never crossed my mind to try what Evan had. After all, I didn’t even know what it was that I was supposed to be trying. Eventually I fell asleep, and it felt like only seconds before we were being woken up by his mom so Evan could get ready for practice.

After that night, we tried again a few times to spend the night at each other’s houses, but something always came up, and to my utter despair, I found out Evan was moving at the end of the month. On our last day together, we were back in the drainage pipe, in our shared secret spot, and Evan wanted me to give his dick a goodbye kiss. I still remember the feeling of his extra skin squishing against my lips and how it peeled back as he wiggled the tip inside my mouth. I didn’t have any sense to rub my tongue along his penis like I think he wanted me to. In many ways, even though I was his senior, Evan was far more sex-wise about a lot of things. To this day, I always wondered where he learned it all from.

Later that summer, I tried duplicating what I remembered Evan doing in his bed. I think I was lonely and looking for a way to reconnect with my lost friend. At first nothing special happened, and it was honestly uncomfortable. I didn’t have the rhythm down yet. But as I shifted my hips and spread my legs out, a tingling happened in my penis. It was like an itch I had to scratch, and it felt better and better the more I humped. I tried reaching my hands around to grab my butt cheeks like I’d done for him, but all that did for me was suffocate my face in my own pillow.

I stopped and continued grinding against the mattress. The itchiness turned into a feeling like having to pee, but I didn’t think I would. I’d just used the bathroom before bed, and so I kept going and going until finally my penis tickled like crazy.

Despite using the bathroom, I felt like I’d squirted out some pee anyway, and the mattress was a little wet as I reached a hand down. I took my shirt and tried to rub the wetness away, hoping it would be better by morning. As next year rolled around, I learned from my middle school friends about masturbation and ejaculation and connected the dots about the grinding I’d been doing at night against my mattress. At first, the wetness I was making went away on its own, but I stopped after an embarrassing conversation with my mom about stains.

Fast forward to a few years ago, where I was on a cruise with my wife. There was a boy whose resemblance to Evan was pretty uncanny. Like the way a specific smell can take you back to your childhood, seeing this kid flooded my brain with memories of Evan.

I took a chance and tried searching for him to see if I could find him on social media anywhere. It was a little tough, because obviously Evan would have changed a lot since ten years old, but I was pretty sure I found him. The floppy blond curls I remember were trimmed short, and his round face and nose had lengthened with adolescence and adulthood. He still had that same playful smile, though—the one that said, I know something you don’t. From what I could tell, he was happily married with a husband and two adopted girls. In the end, I never sent out a friend request. Sometimes I consider it, but it’s probably best to let the past stay in the past. Recreating the moment through something like this is good enough, and honestly, I’m just happy Evan found someone to share his life with.

The End

Copyright 2023 – Levi Holland
All rights reserved

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Daniel

Daniel
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Daniel

I wouldn’t say Daniel and I were the closest friends. Our Moms were close, so we were too. At least growing up. Near the end of middle school, our parents got in some sort of tiff—knowing my mom, it was likely something petty on her end—and then we sort of drifted apart. Thankfully, though, this story happened near the end of my sixth grade year.

Daniel and I were in the same gym class, which was awesome because it meant we got to play different sports for an hour each day. The only part that sucked was when we had to switch to health class every other quarter, which was a torturous, never-ending experience and definitely not how I wanted to end sixth grade.

One good thing that came out of health class, however, was our sex-ed unit near the end of the year. Getting to learn more than the stripped down version they taught us in 5th grade was super neat. We learned a lot more about girls’ bodies and guys ejaculating, and even though I was still a year or two out from anything other than pee coming out, I was no stranger to hormones. It seemed like any small talk about sex was enough to get me hard.

Our teacher had given us a couple handouts to work on, the kind where we had to fill in the blank spaces on a bunch of anatomy diagrams. Daniel and I worked beside each other in class. I kept having to double check I wasn’t misspelling any words. Daniel, meanwhile, had ignored the assignment completely, opting instead to draw a dick shooting water droplets next to the printed vagina. And bang, just like that, hard as you please. It didn’t matter that it was only a shitty x-ray diagram. My dick was bending the wrong way, and I slipped my hand in my pocket to readjust myself.

“You’ve got a boner,” Daniel teased in a whisper as he elbowed me.

“Shut up, I do not,” I said, fixing myself and draping my shirt over my lap.

He leaned over and said, “Ask your mom if you can stay at my house this weekend. I want to show you something.”

Knowing Daniel, it was something inappropriate, and I didn’t really want to chance getting in trouble, but I also didn’t want him to think I was chicken or anything. In any case, it was pretty close to the end of the week, and soon my Mom was dropping me off at his place. Daniel immediately dragged me upstairs to his room.

“So, what’d you want to show me?” I asked, setting my overnight bag beside his bed.

“Not now, dummy,” he said, “tonight.”

By tonight, he meant after his parents had wished us goodnight and gone to bed. With his parents sleeping downstairs and a set of stairs that squeaked halfway up, we would know if someone was about to walk in on us. Honestly, I can’t say anyone ever really bothered us after hours, other than the occasional wrestling match where we stomped too loud or tackled each other to the floor.

When it was time for bed, I laid on the blow-up mattress in the middle of the floor, but Daniel called me up to his bed instead. Daniel’s eyes twinkled as he reached for his iPad and tapped the incognito button on his browser. I and my dick both had a pretty good idea of what we were about to do, and true to form, my dick sprang up like a meerkat. At that age, it was small enough that it wasn’t showing through my gym shorts.

“Do you know what a creampie is?” he asked.

We’d eaten plenty of oatmeal cream pies over the past few years, but I doubted that’s what he meant. Instead I shrugged noncommittally while he tapped in the words creampie gifs on the screen. The moment he hit enter, my jaw dropped as all my blood rushed from my head downward. He scrolled past clip after clip of guys shoving their massive dicks inside other girls’ cooches. When they pulled out, a heap of white filling spilled out from their outstretched holes. How any of those girls even managed to squeeze those dicks inside themselves was a wondrous mystery to twelve-year-old me.

“Are you getting hard again?” Daniel asked.

I nodded, and he looked down between my legs. At most, there might have been a small visible lump. Unfortunately, I only ended up just shy of average by the end of puberty.

“Me too,” he said, “touch it.”

More without my permission than anything, Daniel pulled my wrist into his lap where a stiff pole bigger than mine pressed against my palm through his shorts. Here’s the crazy thing: I wasn’t gay then. Or maybe I was and didn’t realize it, but I already knew about jacking off, and every time I had cum so far, it was to the thought of one of my girl classmates and their developing boobs. Holding Daniel’s dick was a wildly foreign sensation to me, and in the moment, far from my ideal Friday night.

“Do you wanna do it?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. He barely waited for an answer before he lowered his shorts. His dick pushed up against his boxers, and soon he fished it through the hole in the middle. The pink crown glistened a little, and I realized my friend must be making sperms.

“You do it, too,” he said as he captured his boner in his fist and began wanking.

Lowering my underwear down to my balls, my boner slapped up against my groin. It was smaller and fatter than Daniel’s, but whereas he liked to take his in his fist, I preferred one thumb and a finger as I rubbed the skin near the head. After that night, I tried it his way a couple times, but it always made my dick tingly in an uncomfortable, itchy kind of way.

Other than the sound of our hands bopping along and the little breaths that escaped us here and there, we were silent as we wanked next to each other until Daniel asked, “What’re you thinking about, Thomas?”

In my head, I was mounting this girl Rachel Hornbrook from my first period class, but Daniel’s question and heavy panting kept distracting me.

“Rachel,” I told him, but by then I gave up putting any real effort into my mental fantasy. At some point when my eyes were closed, Daniel had lowered his boxers and was now fondling his balls with his free hand while also reaching further between his legs. Now that he was fully exposed, I was surprised he had a couple tiny strands shooting from his groin. There couldn’t have been more than three or four, but they were long and coiled. I couldn’t wait to get pubes.

Pretty soon he started huffing and puffing until he gave a pinched whine and whispered, “Gonna bust.”

Maybe it was the gifs we watched right before, or my horniness in general, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away as little water droplets sprinkled from the end of Daniel’s twitching penis and onto his stomach. It was a quick spray, and after that, a thin, clear river leaked out from the hole and over his thumb.

For some reason, my mind immediately created a fantasy of Daniel plugging his dick inside of Rachel and doing the creampie thing to her with his sperms, and that thought made my eyes roll and stomach clench as my own orgasm took hold. I knew I wouldn’t make any mess like Daniel had, but that didn’t stop my body and nerves from feeling really great all over. On a different night, when I was particularly horny, I found out I could have multiple cums in a row, but that all stopped shortly after I started shooting.

When I opened my eyes, Daniel was still fiddling with the end of his dick, but he was staring at me, switching back and forth between my stubby boner and flushed face.

“You should sleep up here tonight,” he said. “Forget our clothes. Let’s sleep like this.”

“What about your parents?” I asked.

“When have they ever come up here? Come on, Thomas.”

I leaned over to snag my pillow from the mattress, and Daniel poked me in the butt cheek before giggling. We turned off his lamp and huddled together naked under the covers. Being almost summer, Daniel’s overhead fan whirred and cast a nice breeze over our faces as I tried to settle in, but Daniel had other plans, I guess. His hand trailed along my arm, rubbing back and forth in a soothing way that helped me relax even more.

I jumped when his hand grazed my balls, and it didn’t take long for me to stiffen up again.

“You’ve got a fat boner,” he whispered.

“Is that good?” I asked, genuinely not sure.

“I like it,” he said. “I bet it feels really good inside.”

I feel now is a good time to mention that Daniel eventually married a man, although I think his being gay was probably pretty obvious in hindsight. He came out in high school, and though he and I weren’t as close then, word got around, and besides, I still followed him on social. When Daniel first said that, I assumed he meant my dick would feel good inside a girl. I was too young to consider the double entendre.

I genuinely believe most people are born attracted to who/what they’re attracted to, but I also believe there are situations that can awaken something we don’t know about ourselves. Going into that sleepover, I was 100%, undeniably straight. Afterward, Daniel woke something in me.

“Can I try something?” he asked. His hand on my boner was soft and free from any rough callouses. Honestly, I would have agreed to almost anything he suggested at that point as long as it involved cumming again. When I realized he couldn’t see me nodding, I told him yes.

The covers rustled, and Daniel slid further down the bed while staying under the covers. His hands trailed down my stomach before reaching my thighs, and it wasn’t long before his fingers were around me again.

The first time his tongue rasped the underside of my dick, I wasn’t sure what it was, but when his moist lips closed over the tip and his tongue swirled, I knew then. And I was in heaven. No amount of jacking off had been this intense, and I shook in place as Daniel bobbed his head along. His hair tickled my stomach, tickling me as his tongue performed wonders.

Like I said before, I didn’t make any semen yet, so I never announced when I came. Daniel knew, though. I buried my arm over my mouth as I groaned, and my penis pulsed against the moist heat of his tongue. He kept on going, rolling it over and over until I had a second dry orgasm. Despite the fan blowing on my body, I’d broken out in a sweat. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more of it, but I think Daniel’s jaw must have gotten tired, because he slurped up my dick one last time and crawled back up to the pillow.

“How’d that feel?” he asked. “I saw that in a video, too.”

I was still sweaty and breathless but finally told him how amazing it felt.

“Do you think you could do me?” he asked.

And there it was. The little key that unlocked the part of my brain that said, You know what? Maybe I do like guys, at least a little bit. No other fantasy or orgasm had been as intense. I knew right then I’d do as he asked. Even as my heart beat from nervousness while I slid down to Daniel’s groin, I was all in.

It was inky black and thickly hot beneath the covers. When my hand bumped into Daniel’s boner, it twitched with a quick thump. I teased the hairs around it first, feeling their silky, wiry texture before tugging on one. He let me know how he felt about that by pinching my ear. I steadied my hand around the base of his erection, not really knowing what I was doing. The tip of his penis first brushed my upper lip, and right away a little bead of moisture smeared there.

What was gonna happen when he came like I did? Even though I wanted to try sucking his dick, I wasn’t jazzed about tasting the fluid coming out of it. I licked my upper lip and lapped up whatever was there. If it had a taste, I couldn’t tell much. Feeling a little bolder, I kissed the tip of his dick and slowly let it slip between my lips.

Already it filled up way more of my mouth than I would have guessed. There wasn’t enough room for my tongue, my teeth, and his dick. When my teeth grazed his penis, he hissed and told me to cover them with my lips. After that, I tried running my tongue around his penis like he had mine, but my mouth was drying up, so I worked up some spit before going again.

Daniel’s hands found their way to my head, and I leaned against him as he stroked his fingers through my hair. The more I was under there, the more stuffy it got, and even though I was enjoying myself, I was grateful when Daniel started to tense up. The coolest part was how his dick got harder before twitching nearly a dozen times. When he came, I expected the roof of my mouth to get sprayed with his jizz, but he must have been pretty tapped out. I tasted something a little different than my spit, like a bitter-sweet, tangy something, but it wasn’t long before it mixed in with the rest of my saliva.

Coming back up from the covers, I was thankful for the cool air as I flopped back beside my friend. I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth, still feeling something lingering there. The covers rustled again as Daniel leaned over and gave me a quick smooch on the cheek.

I rubbed away the spot on my cheek and laughed. “Dude, don’t kiss me. That’s totally gay.”

Yeah, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me.

The End

Copyright 2023 – Levi Holland
All rights reserved

If you enjoyed the story and want more, reach out to me at LeviHolland@protonmail.com, or leave a comment here. Your feedback will keep the series going!

Charlie

Charlie
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Charlie

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.

“Jerkface!”

“Dumbass!”

“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.”

“’Kay.”

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 –

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15

Ben

Ben
by
Levi Holland
A part of the Flash Fiction Series

Ben

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

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