Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 09:31:53 -0700 From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com> Subject: He shoots, he scores I'm playing basketball at Jesse's house after school with him and Chester, his best friend. It's a Saturday afternoon only a few weeks before school is over and middle school will disappear forever. Yes, we will be in high school next year. We have a few tests coming up, but they are so easy, none of us is really worried about them. When Chester's shirt pulls up a few times as he shoots, I can see he has writing or something on his stomach. "What's that?" I ask, pointing to his tummy. He looks at his shirt. I pull it up, exposing his tummy. "That writing." Well for some reason, Jesse just falls on the ground laughing his ass off. What it looks like to me is that Chester has drawn circles on his stomach in the area of his belly button, sort of like a dart board or something like that. "Nothing," says Chester, pushing my hand away and pulling down his shirt. Jesse is still on the ground laughing. "Why did you draw a bulls eye around your belly button?" I ask again. "Yeah, why did you do that?" mutters Jesse in between giggles. Chester gives Jesse a dirty look, and tries to change the subject. "Let's just play basketball. Come on." He shoots and scores. Jesse stays sitting on the ground. "What is it?" I ask Jesse. He just smiles and won't tell me. "Yeah, what is it?" Jesse asks Chester all innocent like. That makes me sure that he knows what it is and that it is something funny or embarrassing or both. Chester has had enough shit from Jesse and jumps down to the ground on top of him. He pulls up Jesse's shirt and says to me, "See, he has it too." Well Jesse does have it, although it's much more faded. But it's the same thing, the same kinds of circles. "Get off me you tub of lard." Chester is not a tub of lard, he's just bigger than Jesse. He's bigger than me for that matter. I sit down next to them. "What is it? Please tell me." Chester looks at Jesse. Jesse looks at Chester. They are thinking about telling me, I can tell. "Maybe later," finally says Jesse. "Want to sleep over?" "Tonight?" I ask. "Yeah, if you can." This is cool. Jesse has never had me over before. So, the circles forgotten, we go back to our game. Well they weren't exactly forgotten by me, but I put it way in the back of my mind. After a while, I went home to ask my mom about sleeping over and stuff. So later that night, I was at Jesse's. I ask him again about the circles. He says MAYBE he will tell me later. As we are getting undressed for sleeping, when he takes off his shirt, I ask him one more time. He says he will tell me, if I answer a few questions first. "Ok," I say. "Do you jack off yet?" Jack off? Did he say jack off? Shit, that's' a pretty personal question. But is it a trick question? "Well, do you?" "Yeah." "Can you come and everything?" Shit, that is an even more personal question. "Yeah." He gets off of his bed, goes to his desk and gets a marker. He starts to pull down my covers. I stop him. After all, I got a boner form all this jacking off talk. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I need to draw on you to show you. You still want to know what it is right?" Well yeah I want to know, but I got a problem. While I am trying to figure this out, he pulls down my covers. My boxers are sticking out where my boner is. "Pull um down," he casually instructs me. "Pull what down?" Does he really mean pull down my boxers? "Duh. Just do it. It's ok, I won't tell or anything." Show my naked boner? To him? "I don't know," I complain. "Ok." He pulls up my covers and goes back over to his bed. He gets under his covers. "Can't you just tell me about the circles? Why do you have to see my dick?" "Dude, if you don't want to do it, it's cool with me. It's kinda weird anyway." Weird? Yeah, I agree that showing my boner is weird. I wonder if that means I will get to see him? "Ok," I say. "Ok, what?" he asks. "I want to do it, to see what it's all about." "You sure?" "Yeah." No, not really. He comes back over and pulls down my covers again. I pull them down only so far as my pubes show. "All the way off man." Ok, I hold my breath and pull them down below my balls, my boner popping out. "Good one man," he says complimenting my boner I guess. He draws circles on me all above my pubes and my belly. Then he pulls his boxers down, exposing his own dick, a semi. It's the first time I've seen one. It's looks cool. It also makes me a little horny. He redraws the circles on his belly. By then, he has a boner. Looks about the same size as mine, 5.5 inches. "These are 5 points each and this is 20 points he says, pointing to the various circles on me." "Points for what?" "Duh, for your sperm. Try to shoot it in the circles. The belly button is 20 points. The first shot is double points if it lands in a circle. The one with the most points wins." Ok, I think I'm a little confused. Does he mean we are supposed to jack off? At the same time? In front of each other? And try to land our sperms in the circles? I guess so, because he lays down next to me and starts to jack off. Stunned I just watch his technique. "Come on man." So I jack. It's hard to concentrate on mine because I'm so interested in watching his. "Tell me before you come," he instructs me. We jack. "I'm ready, watch for the first one. It counts the most." I stop my jacking and watch him tense up and then let the sperms fly out. His first one shoots way over all the circles. At least his sperm looks like mine. About the same amount too, I guess. He sits up and shows me he got 10 points because two of them are in the circles. He doesn't clean up or anything. "Your turn." Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be jacking off too. I go back to my business disappointed that I can't watch him anymore. I shoot. Mine is pointed more up in the air, so my sperms come down. After I finish I lean up to see. "He shoots, he scores! 35 points," he says. "Good job. You win." Uh, ok. Well I don't care about winning, this was the most fun thing I ever did. Oh my god, I just realized something. He and Chester must do this too. Together! Win? "What do I win?" "Uh, well, nothing. You just win." I think he's not telling the truth. I decided to let it go. For now. "Ok." He gets up and cleans up with some Kleenexes on his desk. He passes the box to me as he pulls up his boxers and hops into his bed. "Nite," he says. "Nite." Jesse, Chester and I played a lot of basketball that summer. Both kinds!