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STORY: "Benny and the Sweats - A '50s Memoir" ( high school ) By Jack Fellowes Copyright 1998 by the author
Boy, it sure was a wild week! A week ago Sunday, I was still the good little boy my folks expected me to be. Today, I was so nervous and guilty and excited I could hardly concentrate at school. And it's all because of what I found out last week and what I did over the weekend.
Maybe I better go back to the beginning.
My name's Jay. I'm 12 years old and I'm in the 7th grade at Houston Junior High. I've got three sisters and a brother, all older than me. I share a bedroom with my brother--that is, I share it with him when he's not away at college. He's 19 and a real jerk most of the time, so I'm kinda glad he went away to college. Too bad he's close enough to come home almost every weekend... hey, just 'cause he's my brother doesn't mean I crave his company.
But I guess he hates sharing a bedroom with me as much as I hate sharing with him. He waits until he thinks I'm asleep to beat his meat. I've never seen him do it, but I've felt the vibrations in my bunk and put two and two together. Once I tried to angle the dresser mirror so I could watch and see how big his dick was and how he did it. But when he came in, he moved the dresser back flat against the wall and muttered nasty about 'the little jerk.' (Yeah, I beat off, too, but I do it in the bathroom with the door locked, or maybe sometimes in the attic over the garage.)
I even have to share a closet with my brother. I hate that because his old basketball sneakers smell up the whole closet and all my clothes. I have to hang my school clothes on the end of our bunk beds the night before so at least some of the stink will go away before I have to put them on in the morning.
And that's kinda how everything got started, I guess. After he left last Sunday to go back to college, I decided to stick his sneakers in the hall linen closet so they'd stop stinking up my clothes. Those size 13s can hold a lot of funkiness, that's for sure. Anyway, when I picked them up, I noticed something stuffed down inside one of them. Putting my life at risk, I stuck my hand down inside and pulled out a bunch of little booklets rolled up with a rubber band.
I dropped the sneakers and slid the rubber band off. Three of them were little cartoon booklets about the size of a post card. I opened up the one with Popeye on the cover. Wow! I'd never seen Popeye and Olive Oyl doing things like that in the cartoons at the movie theater downtown! It wasn't Popeye's arm "muskles" that swelled up when he ate his spinach. It was his dick, which was so big it dragged on the ground. Matter of fact, it was almost as big around as Olive Oyl. When he fucked her with it, she swelled up so you could see where it was inside her!
I closed the bedroom door and locked it. I took the whole bunch of little magazines over to my brother's lower bunk, dropped my jeans, and plopped down. I held the cartoon books with one hand and choked my super-hard six-inch dick with the other. I finished Popeye and went on to Maggie and Jiggs, and then Dick Tracy, all of them fucking each other like crazy. I was stroking myself nice and slow, 'cause I didn't want to finish until I'd gone through all of the little booklets.
The last one wasn't a cartoon book. It was mostly words, with just a couple of pictures here and there. The picture on the first page was of a woman sitting in an easy chair with her legs pulled up and spread apart. Under her skirt you could see her pussy was wide open. That didn't do much for me. I already knew without ever seeing a pussy that I wasn't very interested in them. I'd started noticing dicks a couple of years ago swimming nude at the Y, and I was real interested in how many kinds and sizes there were.
But I started to read the story, anyway. It was about this woman who comes to visit her sister's family, and she ends up staying home one night with her nine-year-old nephew while her sister and brother-in-law go out. Well, she gives him a bath and while she's got him standing on the toilet seat, drying him off with a towel, his little dick just springs right up into a hard-on. Then she just leans over and takes it in her mouth and starts sucking on it.
I just started shooting right them--sprayed the bottom of my mattress and had the stuff dripping back down on me. I knew about fucking, because that's all guys who've never done it ever talk about. But the idea of sucking on a dick was all new to me, and it suddenly became about the best idea I'd ever heard of.
I just kept reading. Before that story was over, auntie had sucked her brother-in-law and had her nephew suck him too, and then the brother-in-law fucked her while his son played with his dad's balls and ass. That jack-off session was one of my best. I came three more times while reading that little book over and over. And I repeated it every night that week.
By the next Sunday, I knew my brother wasn't coming home that weekend, so I stuffed all the little books in my sport coat pocket when my folks dragged me off to church and Sunday school. I knew I'd be going home with my cousins, Richard and Roger, to their farm after Sunday school, and I wanted to show them my discovery.
Once we got there, and I'd changed into my jeans and old shoes, I transferred my stash from my sport coat to my jeans pocket, and my cousins and I headed to the woods behind the farm pond. Richard was almost 14 and Roger was only 10, but he was almost as big as me. The woods took up about 150 acres, and it backed up to five or six different farms.
When we got to our regular stomping grounds, a big clearing down by the creek that flowed through the middle of the woods, we sat around on a big fallen tree and talked about the usual stuff. When we finally got to the topic of sex, as we always did, I told them about my brother's little books. Naturally, they wanted to see them.
Just like me, they started with the cartoon books. While they were reading and rubbing their dicks through their jeans, I asked them if they'd ever heard of anybody putting a dick in their mouth and sucking on it. Their answer knocked me over. "Oh, sure," Roger said. "We do that all the time."
"Yeah," Richard said, "you can get your nut and you don't have to worry about getting some girl pregnant. We've even done it with Mike and Gary."
Mike and Gary were 16-year-old friends who lived on two neighboring farms. I'd met them lots of times when I was visiting the farm, because this clearing was where they hung out a lot, too, mostly to smoke cigarettes and drink beer without getting caught by their folks. I kinda had a crush on Gary. He was really tall and nice-looking, and he treated me like, well, not like a kid. He had his own car, and a couple of times he drove the rest of us to the dairy store down at the crossroads for ice cream.
But right then I was kinda ticked off. My cousins and these other guys had done this really neat new thing and had never told me about it? I asked them why they'd never mentioned it, and Richard said he just figured I wouldn't be interested because all I ever talked about was fucking. They didn't even figure I jacked off, 'cause I'd never talked about that, either.
The next thing I said was, "Will you show me?" and they said sure. We took our jeans off and all of us were already hard. Richard's dick was longer and bigger around than mine. Roger's was only about four inches long but almost as thick as mine. Richard told me to sit down and lean back against the dead tree and spread my legs, and he told Roger to start on me. Roger got down on his hands and knees and just popped his mouth over the end of my dick. He slid up and down on it a couple of times, and thar she blows! It was the best come I'd ever had! And it seemed to just keep shooting.
While Roger was gulping my stuff down, and I was panting like a race horse, Richard stepped across my legs, straddling Roger, and pointed his six-and-a half inches right in my face, jacking it real slow and easing toward my open mouth. I didn't resist. I figured if I had to do it to get it done to me again, I sure would. I loved it. Richard's cum tasted great. Before we had to go back to the house for supper, each of us did the others at least twice, and I came again watching Richard and Roger sixty-nine--another, even better discovery! I had more sex education that day than all the way through school so far.
I just figured that, like everything else that went on in that clearing, it was just between us guys. It wasn't.
I had gym last period, which was kinda neat, 'cause I didn't have to rush through my shower and get to another class. I always waited until last to shower and get dressed, not because I was modest or anything. I just didn't want to get caught springing a boner looking at all the other guys' dicks.
The dressing room was shaped funny, with a little narrow extension behind the shower room. It was just wide enough for a row of lockers and a bench. I always tried to get a place back there, in case I did get a hard-on so only a couple of guys would be in a position to notice it.
That's why I was surprised when Benny Leonard took the locker next to mine. Benny was the quarterback on the junior high football team. He usually took a locker out in the middle of the dressing room and kept up a running conversation with all of the other jocks. He was 13, about six feet tall, and he had the kind of red hair people call carrot-top. He also had the kind of pale, bluish-white skin real redheads have. And he was built--nice muscles and a fat dick. I used to ride my bike past his house just to see if he and his brother would be outside tossing a football around. Benny always wore sweat pants than kinda hung on his hips, and they were tight enough to show a lump in front. He was my idol and some kind of fantasy guy, but he didn't know it.
It was really strange that Benny was even still there when I went in to shower. He came in right after me, and I noticed that all the other guys had already left. He was soaping up right next to me, and kinda looking over at me once in a while. I was watching him, too, especially when he started soaping up his dick and balls. I noticed his dick seemed to be getting a little bigger, so naturally mine did too.
Finally he said something. "How's it going, Jay?"
"Oh, fine, " I said, turning about three-quarters away from him so he wouldn't see my dick starting to rise up.
"I heard you were pretty good," he said. "I ate lunch with Richard, and he told you learned something new yesterday and were starting to get good at it." I froze, and I know my whole body blushed bright red. "You know, they say practice makes perfect. You think you might want to practice on this?"
I turned toward him and he was standing there pumping a soapy hand up and down one of the thickest dicks I'd ever seen. It wasn't all that long, but my first thought was whether it would be too thick to get my mouth around it. I guess that's when I knew I was thinking like a natural-born cocksucker. I looked up at him, and I saw he wasn't teasing. He was serious, and I just nodded, rinsed off, and headed back around the corner to my locker to dry off.
He followed me a couple of seconds later. If anybody came into the room, they couldn't see us back there unless they walked clear past the shower room door. While I finished toweling off, Benny just stood there looking at me and dripping water all over the floor, and jacking that big stump. I sat my bare ass down on the bench and leaned forward a little. He just edged toward me and plugged his fat pink meat right into my open mouth.
It took me a while to get the routine down, but before long I got just the right rhythm going for him. He was gripping my shoulders so hard I thought he'd leave bruises, and moaning so loud I thought the coaches would hear him for sure. But I didn't care. I was turning this big stud on. He thought he was using me to get off, but I was getting off on getting him off, making him react to whatever my mouth did to his dick. I loved it!
As it turned out, Richard had told a couple of other of his friends, and soon I had about a dozen guys who showed up after school or saw me at the movies on Saturday or at the root beer stand, looking for a chance to let me practice on them. Gary was the best of the lot, but he lived out in the country and worked on his family's farm, so I didn't get to see him very often. I think he and Mike had a thing going, anyway.
Benny was my only real regular. We couldn't do it in the school dressing room anymore--it was just too risky. And Benny wanted it too much to only do it on weekends. So he figured out the perfect solution. He wasn't too good in school work, but he had natural smarts. I had a reputation for being pretty good in all my subjects, so Benny figured I could come over to his house on school nights and help him study. He needed to keep his grades up to stay on the team, and his folks thought it was great I wanted to help. So did mine. Benny's dad was the high school football coach, and his opinion of me, the total non-jock, changed when he saw how much I was willing to help Benny so he could keep playing football. If I wasn't a player in his dad's eyes, at least I was a fan. He didn't know a fan of what!
We "studied" in Benny's bedroom, about 30 feet away from the TV room where his parents were. He always wore those sweatpants, and he'd have them pulled down over his bubble-butt almost as soon as we closed the door behind us so I could suck him off. I never had to get him hard--he was always rarin' to go by the time I hit my knees.
Then we actually would do homework together for a while. His mom would always knock after about 45 minutes to see if we wanted a soft drink and a snack. We'd say yes, she'd bring it in, and after she left and we finished eating, I'd get down and bring him off again. The only time we ever almost got caught was when his brother, Lee, who was a senior fullback on the football team and even better looking than Benny, barged in just after I'd gotten up off my knees and Benny had put his dick away, but was still tying the drawstring on his sweatpants.
Lee didn't seem to notice anything, at least he didn't let on, but from then on, one of my best jack-off fantasies was having Lee come in and catch me sucking Benny. Lee was about six-feet-two and had dark brown hair cut real short. He'd push Benny aside and haul out his huge cock (I imagined), and say, "Here, cocksucker, see what a real man tastes like," and then he'd fuck my face hard and fast. It was just a fantasy, though, 'cause Lee was head-over-heels in love with Emily Luttrell, who was the prettiest and nicest girl in our town. Lee tried to act tough around us kids, but he was a real pussycat when she was around.
Benny and I really didn't have all that much in common, except his dick in my mouth, but we actually got to be pretty good friends over the next couple of years. He helped me get dates with girls a couple of years older than us. He was always able to find girls with reps for being loose, so we both got to be known as ladies' men by the time we got to high school (at least by the other girls and the guys who didn't know I was a dedicated cocksucker). We'd double-date with girls who already had their driver's licenses, and Benny usually ended up fucking his date in the back seat, while I just necked hot and heavy with mine in front. As long as I copped a feel every once in a while and slipped her some tongue, she didn't seem to care that she wasn't getting dicked like her friend.
Afterward, when we got back to Benny's house, we'd go around behind the garage, if it was dark enough, and Benny would haul out his pussy-smelling dick and let me clean it off with my tongue and then suck him till he came again before we called it a night. He never asked or allowed any of his dates to go down on him, 'cause he said I was the only cocksucker he'd ever need.
We kept it up for a couple more years, until his dad took a job at another school. Just before he left town, I had him over to my house and we went up in the garage attic. We spread some blankets and both got naked. I must've sucked on him for two or three hours straight, while I was beating my meat. He shot off at least four times.
And once that afternoon, he even got on his belly down between my legs and jacked me off. I looked at his face while he was doing it. He was real close to my dick, and a couple of times I thought he was going to kiss it. But he didn't. When I came, he smeared my cum on his boner and crawled up by my face and stuck his cummy dick in my mouth again.
After he came that time, he said he had to get home. We both got dressed slowly. He was wearing his same old sweats. Before we went downstairs, I did something I'd never done, but always wanted to. I walked up to him, looked him straight in the face, and squeezed his still-hard dick through his sweat pants. Then I gave him a quick hug.
I only saw Benny once after that. Both our high school teams were competing in a state baseball tournament. I asked him if he'd found anybody to take my place. He told me no. He said, "Nobody could ever suck my cock the way you did, Jay. You were the greatest."
I wanted to hug him and kiss him, and I don't think he would have minded. I wish I had. But I didn't.
(THE END)
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