Friday

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Friday after his laps Clark found Stephen in the field house locker room, just waiting for him. Clark wondered what Stephen had told any others that may have come by to explain just hanging out in a locker room. Well, there wasn’t much traffic there after school hours, and the coaches avoided the shower area, unless the noise level got unruly. A coach entering the locker zone with a yardstick in hand meant for whipped thighs for sure—of any boy nearby, guilty or not.

Stephen said he did not have practice, but missed the bus, and thought Clark would give him a ride home. Of course he would. So Stephen didn’t need a shower. For the first time Clark would be the only one naked on display to a fully attired Stephen.

Clark considered dragging Stephen under the shower fully clothed, but decided that might have bad consequences. Having no need to linger, they were soon in the pick up on the way home.

Clark still had to feed his friend’s dog, so he stopped by the house with the pool. To Clark’s surprise, well not really, Stephen figured how to keep his clothes dry—he stripped them off in the car and left them there. Clark was parked in the driveway out of view from the street.

While Clark fed the dog Stephen went right to the pool. Clark wondered about not swimming, just watching. Clark did resist for a while, but Stephen pleaded for company, and it did sound like fun. So they were soon both frolicking about in the pool splashing jumping etc.

At one point, quite accidentally, Stephen jumped from the poolside onto Clark, from behind. Clark was unaware, but happened to turn a bit and Stephen racked his nuts badly onto Clark’s elbow. Clark had to help Stephen to the side of the pool, as Stephen was in such pain he couldn’t even float. Clark told Stephen to lay flat while Clark checked for damage. Stephen was sure to comply, having feared he’d done permanent damage.

Stephen lay on his back on the edge of the pool, his knees bent allowing his feet to dangle in the water, a clutching his balls with his hands. Clark came between Stephen’s legs and spread them so he could see well. He moved Stephens’s hands to inspect. Pulling the penis up and away he raised the scrotum and inspected carefully. Both balls were there, neither appeared swollen. Turning the skin about, he saw no broken or scratched skin. He looked under them to the side over and over. He rubbed the area underneath and found no anomaly. He then checked between the penis and scrotum—no injury. Clark inspected the penis itself-no problems. He considered pulling back the foreskin, since Stephen was uncut (Clark himself was cut), as Clark was curious about such; but the nature of the injury did not indicate that was needed, and as much as he wanted to, that would alert Stephen that Clark was getting a cheap feel rather than render first aid. Clark did check the pubic area above, just to see if there were any hair signs, and he found none at all. One last ball sack check and he was done; but did note that the balls were at least beginning to drop.

Clark said, “No damage, you should be feeling better already. I’ll cool them with some pool water.” Splashing some water on them did seem to relieve Stephen.

Clark said, “Rise up. Now inspect yourself to be sure. See, rub the testicles with your fingers, and be sure all are there. Check the skin for abrasions. Also check to be sure the penis is OK. See, all is well.”

Certainly this was the closest genital check Clark had ever made of anyone.

They were soon back to swimming about. But now, perhaps because of the inspection, there was a sudden scrotum interest by Stephen. He would try to sneak up behind Clark and reach around and grab Clark’s balls, squeeze and say “Gotcha”. So it became sort of a tag game with each both trying to avoid a squeeze, and then allowing it, but acting like avoiding.

Clark thought his scrotum was starting to ache before they each retired to the Jacuzzi area to enjoy the heat. They sat opposite each other. Clark was able to reach across and tag Stephen’s scrotum with his foot. But Stephen’s legs were not long enough. Clark noticed with his foot though that Stephen had developed a bit of a 12 year old erection, but tease as he might, Stephen was too bashful to stand now. This made Clark tag Stephen all the more. Hopefully Stephen still thought it was still the tag game, and not a foot fondle.

They eventually got out, air dried, and Clark got dressed. Stephen had to wait until they went to the truck. Clark intentionally took off as soon as Stephen shut his door, so he had to dress while being driven down the street, which embarrassed him a bit.

When they got to Stephen’s duplex, they noticed a note on the door. Stephen seemed dejected. His mom was gone for the weekend (or more) and simply told him to make do or go stay with a friend. Stephen had forgotten his house key, so he was locked out. He had no friends except maybe Clark.

Clark did not think his mom would host Stephen without actually speaking to Stephen’s mom, but that was not an option.

As it turned out Clark’s mom was OK with it and even took them both out for pizza and a movie.

When they got home Clark’s mother told Stephen, “Let me take you both upstairs and set Stephen up in the quest room.”

“You mean all by myself?”

“Why yes, there is no extra bed in Clark’s room.”

“But I’d be scared alone in a strange house.”

“Don’t be silly, Clark will be nearby.”

“Can’t I just sleep on the floor in Clark’s room?”

“That would not be good. Are you sure?”

“Really I’d rather.” Stephen seemed truly nervous.

“Well, both of you come upstairs and get ready for bed, we’ll see how things work out.”

Clark’s house was large for someone like Stephen who was in a rented 2 bedroom one bath duplex. Downstairs at Clark’s were a living room as well as separate den, a Kitchen and breakfast room next to a utility room that led to the garage, and a separate dining room, as well a large master bedroom. Upstairs were two bedrooms separated by a kid’s den and a bathroom for upstairs.

They went in Clark’s bedroom. It was a large room, with just a single bed. There was a lot of floor space. Clark’s mom told Clark to get ready for bed while she worked on a place for Stephen. She suggested Stephen go to the bathroom to change into his pajamas (strange she had not noticed his lack of luggage).

Meanwhile Clark’s mom took some cushions from the sofa in the kid’s den and put them on the floor in Clark’s room. She found sheets, quilt and pillows and made a decent bed.

Stephen, who had not left the room, insisted on the cushion bed, even though Clark’s mom encouraged Clark to have the guest use the real bed.

Following his mom’s instructions, Clark had gotten ready for bed, which meant no more than stripping down to his Joe Boxers. Clark was used to being just in boxers at home, at least on his floor in just boxers, but he never left his room in just brief’s.

“Stephen, did you not bring pajamas?”

“No”

“You are wearing boxers like Clark?”

“Uh, No. Briefs.”

Clark’s mom went to a chest of drawers, fiddled around a bit and took something out then approached Stephen. “Raise your arms.”

Knowing she was bound to remove his shirt, a nervous but compliant Stephen complied. Indeed Stephen’s shirt was pulled off. He was now fearful his pants were to follow. Clark’s mom instead then helped him into an oversized T-shirt of Clark’s, which reached almost to his knees. “Now you can take off your shoes socks and pants. Then both of you come downstairs for a little while yet, I’ll make some refreshments before bed.”

The bed ready boys enjoyed another half hour of TV with Clark’s mom before she retired to her room and sent the boys up to bed.

The boys had been in bed for maybe 30 minutes, talking various stuff, when Stephen climbed up on Clark’s bed and asked, “Clark, I noticed we are different. I have not really seen you well. Will you let me have a good look? I know this is weird, but I really don’t understand the difference.”

“It is just I’m circumcised, and you aren’t. The boys at school are like that about half and half.”

“I kind of knew that, but don’t understand exactly how it works. Please show me.”

Clark turned on the bed lamp. Lying still he said, “OK, I’ll just lie here. Look at whatever you want.”

Stephen was not expecting that answer, but was curious enough to go forward. Stephen pulled the covers off Clark, down to below Clark’s knees. Clark was just in boxers, and just lay there, but then put his hands behind his head and said, “Look at whatever you want.”

Nervously Stephen took hold of the waistband of the boxers and lowered them. Clark did raise his hips to assist. Stephen took them down to just above the knees. Clark was a bit aroused by this action, but anticipating something for that night had masturbated in the bathroom earlier in hopes he would not get a hard on from actions by the other boy.

Stephen took in Clark for a while, and then said, “I don’t really understand”.

Clark said, “I’ll help explain, but to do so we need to compare.”

“You mean you want me naked”

“No, just if you have questions, I need to show the differences, and probably more light”

Stephen got down and turned on the light and took off his shirt and briefs, then climbed on the bed.

Clark meanwhile kicked his boxers the rest of the way off, made sure the binds were shut tight and told Stephen to put a pillow by the door to block light from being seen. They needed a lot of privacy now.

Clark sat up a bit and said, “Straddle my legs so we can see our penis near each other. Now I am a bit bigger, but that is because I am bigger in general and with puberty, which you are not far into yet, there is an additional size increase-I’ll tell more about that later. But you have some skin here called foreskin, which can be cut off (Stephen cringed), usually at birth, there is no pain memory. That leaves the end exposed – called a glans. Some think if the skin is not removed, dirt collects and can infect the penis. Your mom probably taught you to clean carefully (“Yes-blushed Stephen”). I don’t really know how it is cut off, but see (he pulled the skin back carefully on Stephen), with the skin back you look like me.

Stephen started to erect, so Clark added, “An erect uncut penis will push the glans out also, but maybe not until you get farther into puberty.” Indeed Stephen was now fully erect, but not exposing the glans.

“You want to know more of puberty?” Stephen nodded. “Well see your scrotum, last year it probably held a little tighter under you. Now it is starting to drop. At age 11or 12 or so this starts.” Clark sort of bounced his balls. “Try this.” Stephen did.

“Now do mine. See I hang lower, and the balls are larger. You know about sperm?” Stephen nodded. “Well sperm dies if too hot, so that is why these hang down when you get older. When you are cold they tighten up/”

“Yes, I’ve notice that”

“Well as they hang more hormones are made that cause this additional growth, and then hair. See you have none here (rubbing above Stephen’s penis) but I do. Eventually there is more and more, some on the scrotum - I don’t yet- and under arms, lower legs, face, chest, etc.”

“The reason you are erect now is blood swells tissue in the penis when you are aroused”

“Aroused?”

“You know about sex and girls and babies”

Stephen blushed, “Uh, yes.”

“Well, the penis must be hard to do its thing-that is caused by blood. When the man and woman are together he has to get excited to get hard. For you or me now, being young, we may get hard unexpected, like you, but that is normal.”

“Can you get hard?”

“Well just talking to you about sex I’m bound to soon, but porn helps”
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“You mean pictures of girls’ boobs”

Clark laughed, “Uh, yes-but I don’t have any up here—it is in my old tree house where mom won’t find it.”

“Will you try to show me what you look like-------erect.”

Clark hesitated, then said, “Yes, but let me imagine something.” He really just needed to think about Stephen, and that he was not erect already was a miracle assisted by his jerk off session in private earlier. Instead Clark said, “Let me imagine you as an older girl straddling me. Your breasts are right here, and I’m caressing them. (Clark was rubbing Stephen’s nipples—Stephen’s erection was now almost painful, but he stayed quiet.)

Clark was soon fully erect. Stephen said, “Wow, that big?” Clark was much more massive than Stephen could have imagined.

Clark went on, “I can imitate sex using my hand by stroking like this.”

Stephen wanted to touch Clark, but just stared. Clark was almost immediately caught up with his actions and was past the point of no return, oblivious to all around him. He shot his cum out across his chest and even to his chin.

Stephen said, “Is, is, is that sperm?”

“Well yes, but with other fluids”

Clark just lay there as his penis shrank, then asked Stephen to hand him some tissue (Clark being trapped between Stephens’ legs.)

After Clark cleaned up he just lay there letting Stephen feel his now limp member and balls. Stephen asked “Can you do that again”

“Well, not right now—maybe later”

Stephen continued to caress Clark a bit. He also tried to masturbate himself, to no real avail, but a bit of pleasure, then eventually lay down on top of Clark saying “Thanks for that”

Stephen lay there for a while, unbothered by Clark, who enjoyed the skin on skin contact. Clark even noticed after a bit that Stephen kissed him on the shoulder.

Eventually Clark turned on his side and Stephen slipped on his side as well, like he was sitting tin Clark’s lap. Clark noticed Stephen was asleep; then wrapped his hands around Stephen, cupped Stephens’ penis and scrotum then feel asleep himself. So they stayed until morning with the lights on and cover off.

(The End)