"Are you Mr. William B. Gatsmore?" the boy asked when a man answered his knocks.

Tom Gatsmore looked down at the kid. The boy looked like he was in some kind of trouble. He appeared to be around twelve years old, with curly brown hair and unblemished skin. He wore a tee shirt and shorts, and it appeared the kid was no athlete. "Who wants to know, and more important, why do you want to know?"

"I'm George. George Smith." He paused, seeing the look on the man's face. He'd seen it before. Two of the most common names put together. While it was his real name, many believed otherwise. "I bought something that was made by Mr. William B. Gatsmore, and I need help."

"My father died ten years ago. I'm Tom Gatsmore, but I'm afraid if you want your money back, I'm not going to give it." He started to close the door.

"No, wait, I don't want my money back. I bought the Gamete Builder. You know, the one that makes your junk get bigger."

Tom vaguely remembered something like that. His father had sold a lot of stuff that never did what it promised to do. "I'm sorry it didn't work. Most of what my father sold never worked."

"But I need answers, please, I'm desperate."

Tom looked up and down the row of Blackstone houses. Few people were around. He didn't want someone to see him talking with a kid. It would send the wrong message. His neighbors had figured out that he was gay. He liked men, but not little boys. He was wondering if he should just give the kid a small kick in the butt to get rid of him, or try and see what his problem was.

"Please, you're my only hope. I can't go on like this. It isn't working, but it's hard all the time. I followed the directions, but my gametes don't work for some reason. I looked the word up and found it means sperm.

Suddenly Tom remembered the product. It promised to bring an early push to puberty, something it did not deliver on. But there was an interesting side effect, and his father had been ordered by the government to remove the product from the stores where it was sold.

"Step inside," Tom ordered, holding the door wider to let the kid in. He took one last look around. Nobody saw him.

"I've been jacking off and drinking my cum, but it still demands more and more and more," the kid began as soon as the door was closed. "My dick won't go down. According to the directions, you need to start drinking gametes right after taking the pill. I'm doing that, but it isn't working."

"First, it won't make your junk bigger. My dad was a cheat. But that product was pulled from stores over twenty years ago. Where did you find it?"

"Mr. Olson's second-hand store. It was in a box I bought to keep my stamps in. I'm a philatelist. I collect…"

"I know what a philatelist is. Get to the point. What are you trying to do?"

"I'm trying to make the urge go away. Or at least return to normal. I'm hard all the time. Jacking off doesn't help. According to the directions…"

"According to the directions, you need a steady supply of sperm. You can't use your own, it depletes your store as much as it renews it. But it should help you control the urge. The feeling will go away in a few weeks or a month."

"A month? No way, I can't stand that. I'll have to tell my parents, and get them to get me to a hospital or something."

"Lower your pants," Tom ordered. The last thing he needed was to have police sniffing around here for a dangerous product his dad once invented. His neighbors would go nuts.

"Why? What are you going to do to me?" The boy had fear in his eyes for the first time. He looked towards the door.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you. I just want to see. Specifically, your junk. Eating your own sperm should make it manageable."

George spent a minute considering the man's request before quickly pushing down his shorts and boxers in one motion.

Tom looked at the kid's circumcised, four-inch erect penis, sticking above a smooth sack containing two small balls. He had very little hair. "You don't make sperm yet," he declared. "Do you know what a blowjob is?"

"Is that what you're going to do to me? How will that help me?"

Tom tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. "No. Not getting one. You need to find people who do make sperm and give one to them. More than one from what you've described. Pull your pants back up."

"Do I have to do it with you?"

"Hell no! Not with me, ever. Find some kids a little older than you. It is going to take many tries to get back into sync. After that, one or two a day until the need to constantly jack off becomes manageable. Time for you to go." He moved over and opened the door. The kid stood there staring at him.

"Not me," Tom repeated. "Sorry, but boys are not my thing." He didn't say anything about how nice it would have been to have a man here with that predicament.

"But, how…"

"Just ask. Most boys will be more than happy to let you suck them off. Or make bets and lose. I don't want to know. You need to leave. Now."

With his head hanging low, George left the man's house.

Who could he ask? He thought about Chad, the boy born to the people who had adopted him when he was an infant. Chad was four months older than him, but he'd seen his brother naked a time or two. And there was no comparison between the two of them. Chad's dick was longer and thicker, and he had quite a bit more hair. But they were brothers, and it didn't feel right.

Then there were the kids who lived next door, Peter and Craig Nelson. He sometimes liked Peter, but not his older brother. By himself, Peter and he got along okay. But if Craig was with him, he acted out in order to please his older brother. The only problem was that Peter was within two weeks of his age. He might not make sperms either. However, Craig was fourteen. He would for sure.

His boner would not go down. He had an unending desire to stroke it, but it was sore from doing that too many times. He had to do something.

As luck would have it, Craig and Peter were in their driveway shooting baskets. Todd Best was there too. He was mostly nice and only occasionally was he mean. Mostly only if Craig was around. They called on him to join them.

"We're playing horse," Todd yelled. "Peter is winning."

"Not when I'm playing," George stated. "I'll bet I win."

"What's the bet, little man?" Craig asked. "I've seen you shoot, and I'm not scared to make a bet against you. Loss of clothing again? Maybe this time we'll play for pants. Leave you in just your little briefs." Last year he and the brothers had played that the one who finished last had to go topless for the rest of the day. George, who finished third, hated that day, as he was quite modest. And without a shirt, they noticed that he was wearing briefs. Something that they claimed made him a 'little boy' as big boys, like them, wore boxers.

It was now or never. "A blowjob. If I win, you have to blow me. But if you win, I have to do you."

"Hey, how about us?" Todd questioned. "I'm in for that. You aren't that good."

"Me too," Peter responded. "You blow everyone who beats you, and anyone who you beat blows you. Put your money where your mouth is. Or rather, put your mouth to use for something besides blowing smoke."

George hesitated. If the man he'd seen had told the truth, sucking off Craig might help his problem. But if his brother and Todd didn't produce sperms, sucking them off would, well, just plain suck.

"I knew he'd chicken out," Peter began. "Cluck, cluck, cluck." He flapped his arms to imitate a chicken.

George's hunger was clouding his judgement. His dick was constantly demanding attention. He had to do something to ease it. "I'm in," he mumbled.

"If you finish in last place, it's two blowjobs for each of us," Craig suggested.

Without thinking about it, George agreed. He needed to eat some cum. Craig for sure would provide that.

He didn't need to pretend to lose. The hunger that was derived from his need kept him from having even the slightest bit of concentration. It was a very short game. And when it was over, the other three boys all had big smiles on their faces.

"Double or nothing?" Todd offered.

George wasn't sure if his friend was trying to help, or if he just wanted four blowjobs, but it was too much. Besides, he needed to feed the hunger. He declined, and Craig brought them all to his room.

"Peter first, then Todd, then me. Then you start over." Craig was in charge. He always was. Neither of the other boys would ever question him.

One look at Peter's junk gave him some hope. The kid's dick was a bit bigger, but more important was the amount of hair that he had. And the rocks in his sack hung down lower too. Feeling horrible for what he was about to do, George focused on how good it would feel to get at least a few moments without the hunger. He didn't hesitate as he leaned over the boy and took as much of the four plus inches [10+cm] into his mouth as he could without gagging.

"Wow, that feels wonderful," Peter exclaimed. He moaned as his neighbor continued sucking. And licking! "Oh, hell, this is damn good!" he exclaimed as his body gave in to the wonderful feelings. Four, then five bursts shot out the tip, and more continued to dribble out.

Feeling horrible, George swallowed it all. His hunger was not sated. He moved on to Todd.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," his friend whispered, looking around to see if either of the Nelson brothers heard him.

"I made a bet, I have to," George responded. He knew from looking that Todd was not going to provide what he needed. His junk was on par with his own. A smallish dick, smooth ball sack, and very little hair. Yet, he had to do it.

Unlike Peter, this was the first time Todd had been on the receiving end of a blowjob. Four weeks ago, he got caught with a dirty magazine. Craig had followed him out to behind his garage. The price for not telling was a blowjob. And the magazine. He knew how George must feel now, as he'd hated more than anything having to blow the older teen. But it was better than the spoon his mom would have used on his bare ass if she knew he had a magazine with naked girls pictured on every page.

He intended to try to speed it up, but it wasn't necessary. The feeling of being in the warm and wet confines of George's mouth was far better than anything he could produce with his hand. It was over quickly.

George noticed a slight decrease in his hunger. Had Peter helped him? If so, Craig would boost it by a lot. He quickly moved to the older teen.

Craig was always an asshole, and even the prospect of two blowjobs didn't change this. He made fun of George while the kid was trying his best to get the blowjobs done. And he held out for as long as he could before firing many bursts of thick and slightly bitter cum into George's mouth.

"Hey, look at that, I think George has a boner," Peter pointed out as the kid disconnected from Craig.

"Get his pants off," the older teen demanded. Peter grabbed at the front of George's pants while his brother held the boy in place. "Come on, you help too," Craig said to Todd.

Not satisfied with just his pants and boxers, they also removed his shirt. Peter was a bit disappointed that George didn't have briefs on, that would have been something he could have bragged about to other kids. But now that the boy was naked, they could all see that he did indeed have a boner.

"He got hard sucking us off," Craig stated. "He's got to be gay as hell."

"Good," Peter agreed. Not to be outdone by his brother, he had an idea. "Once he's done sucking each of us off again, we can kick his naked ass out the front door and toss his clothes out later. Come here, it's time for you to give me my second one."

George was terrified that they might push him out the door naked, but if they were going to do it there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He could already feel his hunger diminishing after eating Craig's cum, now he really hated doing the three boys a second time. But he knew he had to or the hunger would drive him hard again soon. Besides, the Nelson brothers were not about to let him leave without honoring the bet.

As George got started with Peter, Craig gave his brother instructions on how to make it last longer. It seemed like forever before the kid finally gave in to his feelings and fired off for the second time.

"I'm gonna leave," Todd announced when told it was his turn. The other two boys called him names and made fun of him, but soon he was out the door. He couldn't explain why his friend was hard, but he was totally sure the boy was not gay. And he wanted no part of them pushing him outside naked.

"Fine. My turn then," Craig said as the door closed behind Todd.

Like his brother, it took a lot longer and more effort to get him to cum the second time. As soon as he was done, he grabbed at the clothes he and his brother had stripped from George. "I'll make you a deal," he said once he had control of the clothing. "You do us a third time and you walk out the door dressed. Or, you walk out like you are now and we'll toss your clothes out in ten minutes."

The hunger was gone. His dick had deflated for the first time in a long time. "Fuck you guys," he swore. "I paid the debt. You two are assholes. Give me my clothing or I'll tell."

"Oh, the little baby is going to tell his mommy," Peter jeered.

But his brother was thinking that they could land in some hot water. Besides, the kid wasn't even hard now. "You know, I think he's only queer for Todd. He lost the boner as soon as Best left. New deal. You go out the back door as you are, and we'll put your clothes on the front porch. You can just run across the back yard to your house, or you can come out front and get your clothes. It's up to you."

George stood there. His keys were in the pocket of his shorts. If his brother Chad wasn't home, he'd have to go out front in order to get into his house.

"This is a limited time offer," Craig said. "Like, you have ten seconds to be out the back door or we push you out front and do it the way Peter wants."

"He called us assholes," Peter complained. "We can't let him get away with that."

"Yeah, we can. He's right, he did honor the bet. And we are being assholes. Let it go."

Craig's tone made it clear that he was not going to allow Peter to do anything stupid. He turned back to George.

"If you go out the front door, you can take your clothes with you, how's that for a better choice?"

George took it. He wanted to go home and cry. He'd sucked off three boys to get rid of the hunger. Being outside naked for a few seconds didn't seem as bad after that.

Peter made one last attempt to up the ante by suggesting they tie the clothes together, but Craig simply handed the bundle to George. Then he opened the front door and gave him a slight push when the kid hesitated. A moment later, the boy was off their porch and running for home, still naked.

Chad was in the backyard when his brother ran to the back and into the house, carrying all of his clothing and crying. He knew George was very modest. The direction he had come from could only be one house. Craig and Peter Nelson.

Peter could be okay except if his brother was around. Craig was a bit of a bully, but mostly just mean. He'd had to deal with the older brother a few times. Fortunately, even though Craig was nearly a year older than him, he wasn't bigger. Or stronger.

Chad was torn between giving George some time to cool down or going to him immediately. Although just 4 months older than his adopted brother, he was the 'older' brother. The one who fixed things. He decided he needed to find out what had happened before he talked to George, so he headed next door.

George had been in such a hurry to get into the house that he hadn't even noticed Chad in the backyard. Surprised that his brother wasn't in the house, he ran to the room they shared and slammed the door. He lay face down on his bed and cried for a few minutes. And then he had a realization. His dick was dormant. Soft, not demanding anything. Sucking off Craig had been horrible, but effective. He thought that even Peter contributed somewhat to his relief. Maybe the hunger was over.

He got up from the bed and put his clothes back on and went to the bathroom to wash his eyes. When he returned, Chad was in the room waiting for him.

"Craig and Peter told me what you did. And what they did to you. Why, of all the people on earth, did you go there to come out?"

"Come out of what? I don't understand. I made a bet and lost. But then they started talking about…"

"Yeah, about sending you home naked. At least Craig had some small amount of sense. No, they told me you are gay. That you had a boner the whole time. You are terrible at shooting hoops. You could never beat them. Yet you suggested playing for blowjobs."

"I am not gay. I didn't enjoy sucking them off. And Todd. I had to."

"Why, because of the stupid bet? All you had to do was leave."

"You don't understand. I had my hunger."

"I know all about needs. But I don't go around trying to have sex with girls just to satisfy it. If you wanted to explore boy-on-boy sex, Todd would have been good. Maybe even Peter if Craig wasn't around. Or you could have just jacked off and taken care of the 'hunger'.

"No, you still think I'm gay, and I'm not. You don't understand."

"Then explain it," Chad insisted.

George was quiet for a few seconds, but then he began telling the story. What he had bought, how he needed Gamete's to control it, but his didn't work. The meeting with Mr. Tom Gatsmore. All of it. The hunger especially. And as he talked, he realized the hunger was already returning.

Chad didn't know what to make of it. It didn't describe anything he could relate to, but it also didn't quite fit what he thought of gay boys. He'd shared the room with George pretty much all their lives, and never once did he ever get the feeling that his brother had any sexual interest in him or any other boy. He'd even seen him with a boner while looking at a naked woman on the computer they shared. But a substance that would make his junk grow bigger? That was hokey for sure. And he'd had to ask what gametes were.

"I need to go talk to this Gatsmore guy," he said after mulling it over for a few seconds. "Did he try to make you, uh, you know, suck him?"

"No. I tried. He absolutely refused. 'No way, ever,' he told me. The hunger was driving me insane. I saw the guys shooting baskets. I needed cum. I was pretty sure Todd couldn't help me, but I knew Craig could. And I think Peter too, but to a lesser amount. But it didn't fix it. I'm getting the hunger already. My dick is hard, and not because I'm gay! I need more sperm."

Could any of it be true? His thoughts that the adult his brother had seen had used this 'hunger' thing to get a free blowjob was blasted out of the water. He still needed to talk to the guy. But right now, he could sense several things from George's face. Repulsion. And need. His brother wanted to give him a blowjob.

"I can't help you," he said.

"You could, you just don't want to. I get that. I don't want to use you, but I need it. It won't hurt how we feel about each other. In fact, I'd be forever thankful for your help. But if you won't let me do it, I'll have to go find someone else who will. I've got some time, maybe an hour, before the hunger starts driving me to madness."

The Gatsmore home wasn't far away. By bike, he could be there in under five minutes. "Stay here. I'll be back before that hour is up. I have to talk to that man, hear it from him myself. Then, well, we'll see." He got up from his bed and left.

George knew the guy was going to give him the same story he'd gotten. It wouldn't change his brother's mind. So he started thinking of who he could go to. Craig Nelson was close, but already believed that he was gay. If he could get Peter alone, maybe it would work. But he needed someone who he could go to regularly. Maybe several times a day until it was under control. And he didn't know how long the hunger would last. Mr. Gatsmore had said he needed it many times a day until he was back in sync. Then once or twice a day. For weeks, or even months.

He was getting more and more horny. He needed to jack off. He knew it would only get worse, but jacking off wouldn't help. His dick was already rubbed raw from his previous attempts. He was just about to go next door and try and see if Peter was alone when he heard the back door open.

Chad was back, and he had another boy with him. Gus Weaver. A good friend of his brother's, and one who never had anything bad to say to or about him. There was only one reason for his brother to bring his friend into the house now.

"Wait here a second, and let me talk to him," Chad said to Gus. Then he and George went to their bedroom. "Okay, it still sounds hokey, but Mr. Gatsmore sounded convincing, and he showed me some papers that had victims who suffered the same thing you have. I lied a bit to Gus. I told him you were convinced that eating cum would make you grow, and that I couldn't talk you out of it. I told him about the Nelson boys, and he snarled. He will try to talk you into not doing it, but if you insist, he'll let you. And he will never tell another soul that you did."

"Thanks," was all George could say. "But once won't be enough, at least not at first."

"I know, I heard the same from Gatsmore. I know of another boy or two I can trust completely. If I have to, I'll serve some time too. But I'm a total last resort. I don't want to find out I enjoy getting it from you. Are you ready for me to go and send Gus here?"

"Yeah. If he will, can I get him to stay for two?"

"That's between you and him. I won't come in until you open the door. By the way, that's Gus' requirement. He doesn't want me seeing him getting sucked off by you."

"Have you ever seen him? Down there I mean? Does he make sperm?"

"I asked him, told him you would check. It made him damn uncomfortable, but he said he did. That's the only answer I can give you."

Gus arrived a minute after Chad left. He was blushing as he entered the room. "Look, I trust your brother, but this is a little weird. Is he tricking you? Making you do this in any way? Because if what he told me is true, it won't work. The only thing that will make your dick bigger is puberty and time."

"He told me that too. But I know he's wrong. And he won't do it with me. I did it with …"

"Yeah, the Nelson brothers. Don't do that again. Your brother and I will do our best to keep them from spreading talk around town. I do make sperm, your brother said you would ask. But one question. Are you lying to him? Are you really gay and just want to do this?"

"No, I'm not! He keeps asking the same thing, telling me it would be okay if I was. I just hate being so much the little brother. I see him when we change. We're only a couple of months apart in age, but he is, uh, bigger. And has hair. I look like I'm ten. This will work, I'm positive of that. But if you don't want to do it, then please leave and I'll find someone who does."

"Look, I have a lot of respect for Chad, and for you. I feel awkward doing this, and I know it won't work. But your brother is worried that you'll go to kids who will make your life miserable. You've already done that once. So, yeah, if this is really what you want to do, I'm in. And I will never tell anyone. I promise."

"That's good enough for me," George stated. His hunger was strong and quickly getting worse. "I want to do it."

He wasn't sure when Gus' birthday was, but he knew it was within a month or two of Chad's. Yet when he lowered his pants and boxers, George could see he was going to get what he needed. His dick was still mostly soft, but already at least four inches [10cm] long. And his sack even had hair on it.

It grew in this mouth, and he couldn't take more than half of it in. Gus didn't complain, in fact, the sounds he did make showed that even if he didn't want to, he was enjoying this. When he shot, it was considerably thicker than what Craig Nelson had given him.

"Can you wait a minute or two?" George asked after forcing the bitter cum down his throat. "I want a double dose."

"I don't, uh, shit." Gus sat there for a second. "I didn't want to enjoy it. But I did. I'm telling you, this won't do what you think it does. You should abandon this plan. But if you won't, yeah, I could go through that again." He didn't smile as he said it. It made George trust him even more. The kid was telling him to stop while allowing him the choice to continue.

The second time took a bit longer, and not as much cum was produced, but still, it promised to give time to fight off the hunger. Maybe Chad could convince him to come back again tomorrow. They went to the kitchen where his brother waited.

"I, uh, hope it works," Gus began. "But it won't, I'm positive of that. I would rather not come back and help you again."

That was disappointing news for George. But then he looked on the bright side. Gus had said he'd rather not. He didn't say he wouldn't. He thanked him and said goodbye. Then he sat down across from his brother.

Over the next two days, Chad did all he could to help. Well, not all, he still refused to let his brother suck his dick. But other ways.

He took George to a doctor who advertised on TV that he provided hypnosis to help cure certain addictions, which both boys believed George was suffering from. The secretary asked if they had an appointment, which they did not. She said a parent would have to make it, but just then a young-looking man came out of the office. He questioned the two, and invited them into the back room.

"What does ASCH stand for?" George asked, seeing a plaque on the wall.

"American Society of Clinical Hypnosis," the doctor responded. "Tell me why you're here."

"He's addicted to jack, uh, masturbation," Chad said when he saw George unable to answer the question. "He can't stop, and his dick, I mean, penis, is getting raw."

"That isn't really an addiction, especially not at his age. How old are you? Eleven? Twelve?"

Irritated that the doctor thought he was a little kid, George snarled, "Thirteen. And two months. I took a pill to help make my dick grow, and it left me always needing to play with it."

"There are two reasons for being what is commonly called a 'late bloomer'," the doctor began. "One is medical, and for that you need to see a doctor that specializes in treating those conditions. The other is that it just isn't your time yet. But soon it should be, unless there is a medical condition. Was the pill you took prescribed by a doctor?"

"I think so, maybe. It was called the Gamete Builder. It was made by William B. Gatsmore. I think he was a doctor. But I'm not here because my dick is small, I'm here because I can't stop jacking off. I'm hard now and it just won't go down. Can you help with that or not?"

Something triggered a memory in the doctor's brain, but he couldn't quite recall what it was.

"I possibly can. Not all people can be easily hypnotized. But before we find out, there are two conditions that must be met. First, my fee is $250 an hour. And second, a parent or legal guardian must make an appointment and bring you. And I will insist that before I try to help, they first consult a doctor to see if there is a medical reason for delayed development."

Knowing there was no way his brother would ever consider discussing this with their parents, Chad apologized for his brother's rudeness and then thanked the doctor for his advice. "Come on George, let's try something else."

"Good luck," the doctor said as they left the room.

An hour later, another boy Chad trusted came to the house. The same routine that occurred with Gus Weaver was repeated – first, the boy said what George wanted was not going to happen, but then allowed the year younger boy to suck his dick. Twice.

George was also working on his own solution. Although his small size in general caused him to have more friends who were a year or so younger than him, he did have some who were also thirteen. The danger, of course, was that they may not make sperm yet, that was what he needed. However, desperate times require desperate measures.

Art Cocker was a chubby, red-headed boy who always seemed cheerful. George called on him and offered a night sleeping out in a tent. Art agreed, and asked if he could bring another friend of both of them, Ian Bookman.

As soon as he said the name, George wanted to kick himself. Ian was a couple of months older than he and Art, but there was one big difference. He often wore sleeveless tee shirts in the summer, and this year he'd proudly showed off the two hairs he had under one of his armpits. He should have been the first boy he'd gone to.

George asked Chad if he wanted to join in, but admitted he was going to try and get the other two to play a card game for blowjobs. "And, of course, I'll be playing to lose." Much to his surprise, Chad agreed.

The tent was large, and they set it up behind the garage. No fire was allowed, but George's mom bought pizza for dinner. When it started going dark, they took turns using the bathroom in the house, and then George asked, "Who's up for some danger tonight?"

Only Art seemed less than excited. "What are you planning? I don't want to get caught doing something stupid. How about if we play cards or something instead?"

"How about poker?" Ian volunteered. "Loser spends the night naked."

"Or, give a blowjob to the other three," Chad added, making it his idea instead of letting his brother say it.

"I guess," Art said. "I've never had one before." George noticed that he'd glanced at Ian when he said that, but didn't ask why.

Ian seemed to ignore the look from Art. He laughed as he said, "And if you don't play well, that streak might continue. I can almost feel your lips locked over my six inches [15cm] already."

"Shit, if you've got six inches, I'll suck it now," George said.

Beat me in cards, and when I win, you'll get to see just how much dick I've got," Ian boasted. And I'll hold you to that second blowjob."

"I'm safe. Hell, I'll bet you a blowjob that you don't have more than a four-inch [10cm] boner."

"You have yourself a deal," Ian said. "I'm in. We play for clothes. If you win, you can put on or have the loser take off. Only the best and worst hands matter. And the length of my dick."

"Works for me," George said. He was already quite sure he was going to lose the bet, and had mixed feelings about it. But the hunger was still raging within him and he needed his fix.

Chad and Art agreed to play, and cards were dealt.

George knew he'd never have that kind of luck if he was playing to win. He had three sevens in his hand, which he had to throw away in order to ensure he wouldn't win the hand by mistake. And when he drew three more, one of them was the fourth seven.

The bet went up to three before it was just Chad and George left. "I'll raise one more," George said. His brother trusted that it wasn't a trick and called.

"Shit, I was trying to bluff you," George said. "I thought for sure you'd fold."

They showed their hands, and Chad had won with a pair of nines. George took off his shoes and socks. The game would grow rapidly more embarrassing after this he knew.

The next hand, Ian opened with a bet of five. George thought about calling, but it would show that he was trying to lose if he did, so like his brother and Art, he folded.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

"Everyone who folded loses one item of clothing," Art suggested. He looked at George and smiled. "That will only leave you with your pants and undies."

Everyone immediately agreed, and George pretended to be reluctant for a few seconds before taking off his shirt. "Wait, what the hell did you have?" he asked Ian.

The black-haired boy laughed. "Not even a pair. My high card was a jack. I bluffed you all."

The next hand got to a bet of two when it came to George. He called, but Ian still hadn't voted. He raised it one more, where it stayed until it came back to George.

"I raise it to four," he said. It wasn't a foolish decision. He'd tossed his best cards, but still ended up with two pair from the draw. He just hoped that one of them had a better hand.

"Wait, what happens if he loses?" Art asked. "He only has his pants and underwear, but he just bet four articles of clothing."

"Yeah, you should have folded last time around instead of calling my raise," Chad said.

"But then I'd be naked. I have a good hand; I'm not trying to bluff."

"Shit, I'm out," Ian declared upon hearing George's statement. "But it still goes to Art and your brother."

"A blowjob for every item of clothing you bet and lose that you don't have," Art said.

"Okay, but one per day, not all tonight. Besides, I'm not going to lose."

Chad folded, but Art raised again. All the way to seven.

"If you lose, you'll be the first one naked," George said to Art. "Let's see just how good a hand you have. I raise it to eight. Lose and you owe all of us a blowjob tonight and another one for me tomorrow. I think you're bluffing."

"Pay to play if you really believe it," Art stated. I raise it to ten."

George had been caught up in the moment and was actually trying to win. And then he thought about how many blowjobs he would give if he were wrong. And if Art didn't shoot yet, they'd all be for nothing. But if he won the hand, the game would be over, and his hunger wouldn't be fed.

"Shit." I, uh, fold."

Art dropped his cards face down on the discard pile. "I don't have to show," he said. "And you're naked, and owe me a blowjob tonight and for the next six days."

"I have to know," George said. "I'll make it the next seven days if you let me see what you had."

"Aw, the hell with it, we'll leave it at six. I had a flush, king high."

"No way," Ian said, picking up the cards and looking. "Shit, you did, and you turned down an extra blowjob."

"Art shrugged. "We're friends. I feel like I'm taking advantage of George as it is. Maybe we should just drop …"

"Hey, no," George cut in. "We don't change the rules in the middle of a game. I accepted them. You didn't cheat, I just lost. And for the seventh one, if you don't want it, give it to one of them. I couldn't go on not knowing if I lost to a bluff. What's one more blowjob after all I'll be giving?"

'You really feel that way?" Art asked. "If so, your brother can have it."

"No. I pass it to Ian," Chad said. "I feel kind of bad having my brother suck me off once. I'm good with that."

They all looked to George. "Okay than. Ian, you get one tomorrow too. Now, how about all you guys get naked and let me see what I have to put in my mouth."

"Don't forget, you bet Ian that his dick wasn't more than four inches long," Art reminded him. "And I've seen it. We played strip poker a few weeks ago, but not for blowjobs. He lost, and I already know you lost the bet."

"True enough, I did bet that." For George, this was going better than he thought it would. "If you really do have a bigger one, tonight will be for the bet. Then tomorrow will be for the game, and the next day will be the one I should be giving to Art. You okay with that?"

"Yeah," Ian said as he stood up, crouched under the top of the tent. He dropped his pants and boxers. His dick, already quite hard, was clearly more than four inches long. "Last time I measured, it had gone just past four and a half." He paused and looked at George. "You kind of had some bad luck. Are you sure you're okay with this? It is a lot more than I thought would happen."

"Like I said to Art, I made the bets and lost. Nobody cheated. I'm not looking forward to it, but I wouldn't like it if you guys chickened out on a bet you lost." He held up his hand as Ian began to say something. "I know, you guys are willing to let me out of some of them, I'm not chickening out. But to me if I accept your offer, it is the same thing as being too much of a baby to do it. I'll live, and we'll still be friends. And maybe next time I'll be getting some action."

He looked at Art. "You won the game; you can decide what order I go in." He saw that perhaps his friend was a little timid about undressing and wanted to keep him from backing out.

"Uh, Ian first, then Chad, then me," Art muttered. His round cheeks were often a slight red color, but now, even by lantern light, it was clear he was blushing deeply.

"And, I don't want you guys watching me do it, so everyone not getting a blowjob can wait outside the tent."

Chad and Art left.

"Nice of you to not make him strip in front of all of us," Ian said softly. "He's a bit more shy than the rest of us. But I've seen him naked too. You'll be surprised at just how big his dick really is. It fooled the hell out of me."

Ian got on top of his sleeping bag, his dick pointing up towards the lantern. George knew this was going to solve his hunger for a few hours at least. Not only was his dick bigger than any he'd sucked so far, his balls were bigger too. And he had more hair. Without delay, he got down on his stomach with his head over his friend's groin and got started. Three minutes later, he had a good load of cum heading towards his stomach.

Next was Chad. "If you are still opposed to me doing this, I think I'm fine for the rest of the night," George whispered to him.

"Are you shitting me? I'm not going to miss out on a blowjob I won. Get started."

He'd seen his brother with a boner many times, so there was no surprise. And he knew that the thicker stuff his brother fed him was going to go a long way towards getting back from the deficit he'd gotten himself into after taking the evil pill. He swallowed his brother's cum without regret.

When Art came in, he was slow to remove his pants. "Don't laugh, he asked.

"I'll bet you a blowjob yours is bigger than mine," George responded, hoping that Ian hadn't lied.

"No, it isn't small like you – I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I just don't have big balls like Ian does." He lowered his boxers.

"They look good sized to me," George said as he followed his friend to the corner of the tent. And his fears that his friend might not make what he needed to feed his hunger were soon quashed as he shot nearly as much as Chad had done.

"I'll do one every day, just like we talked about. Don't feel bad for me." George pulled the tent flap back. "You guys can come back inside now."

"If you want something to take your mind off stuff, I dare you to come with me," Ian said. "Any of you. It's dangerous, but I've done it a few times on my own. I'm going to dance under the traffic light at First Avenue and Monroe Street."

"I'll pass," Art said. "Call me a chicken if you want, but that would be more than I want to lay claim to."

"Me too," Chad said.

"Let me put my shoes back on and I'll go as far as I dare," George said. "I've never even thought of doing anything like that, but if you're brave or stupid enough, I guess I can be too."

A minute later the two boys were cautiously making their way across the yard. A light was still on in the upstairs window.

"That's my parent's room," George whispered. "If they are still up, it isn't even eleven o'clock yet. Maybe it's too early for this."

"Chicken," Ian said, and he darted around the light cast on the ground from the window and disappeared down the driveway. Taking in a deep breath, George followed.

Ian was standing under a streetlight, plainly visible to anyone who might have looked. He stayed there until George came out to him, and then they both moved back into the shadows.

"I was sure you were going to chicken out," Ian said. "First at strip poker, then at the blowjobs, and now under the light. You used to be a lot more like Art. What changed?"

George thought about it. A week ago, he would never have done any of those things. Maybe, just maybe, played strip poker, but none of the other stuff. And especially not being on the street naked.

"I used to think your dick was small too, but it's almost as long as mine."

"No way."

"Yeah, look at it."

George looked down. Instead of three inches [7.5cm] of dick, he saw he had an erection. And it was bigger. Thicker, longer – something had changed. Even his hair was noticeable now.

"You've decided to enter puberty," Ian said. "Growing up, taking chances, being stupid. Welcome to the club. Instead of going into town, let's go to the park and swing on the swings. We used to do that all the time when we were little kids. One last time for old time's sake."

They changed direction. "Did you really dance under the traffic light?"

"Not at eleven at night. There are two bars on that corner. I did it at four in the morning. It would be crazy to do it now, we'd be seen for sure and someone might call the cops."

"What if my brother and Art come looking for us? The park is fifteen minutes away. At least."

"They won't come naked, so it won't matter. And Art will guess where I took you. I took him there once too."

"Art went out naked? Really?"

"He's really modest. I had to trick him. And I gave him a blowjob for it. I'll do the same for you."

George remembered the look Art had given Ian. He had lied about the blowjob, and hoped Ian wouldn't correct it.

"I thought I knew you two. Who are you really? The Art and Ian I used to know would never have done any of that."

"Those boys you knew were little boys. Scared to take chances. They've gone away forever. Now we're teenagers. We live for adventure. Okay, Art isn't anywhere near as daring as me. Or you now either. But seriously, would you have walked naked down the sidewalk like we are now last summer? Or even last month?"

George didn't think he'd have even done it last week. Before he could answer, they saw headlights approaching them.

"First one to run and hide gives a blowjob to the other," Ian dared. He kept on walking.

"Hell, I may be dumb but I'm not stupid." George took off for a tree in the yard they were passing. Ian waited until the car was a block away before joining him. "I'm going to love getting sucked off again. You can do it in the park while I'm sitting on a swing."

The car passed them without slowing down, and they returned to the sidewalk. "How come you're still hard?" Ian asked. "You know how to jack off, don't you?"

"I do, but not out on the street with you next to me."

"Go stand under the streetlight and do it and I'll give you a blowjob in the park. Show me that I'm not wrong about you growing up and that you are willing to take more risk."

George hadn't jacked off for several days now. It had taken all he could do to keep the hunger from driving him insane. But now, the hunger was not present. Not subdued, it was gone. And jacking off would feel good. Doing it where he could be seen was daring. Scary. He wanted to try it.

The feeling came upon him quickly, even as his brain was telling him it was stupid and dangerous to be doing it where anyone looking out a window wouldn't miss seeing him. He caught all of his cum, and there was a lot more than usual, in his hand. Without letting Ian see him, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it off. He still was worried that he needed to maintain balance.

"You idiot, anyone could have seen you. I think I saw Gloria Bailer looking out her window as you did it."

George stopped and turned around. They had just passed her house. "She saw me? Shit, it will be all over town by noon!"

"No, I kept watch. Nobody saw you. Not even me."

Ten minutes later they entered the park. Ian ran to the swings, and sat in the middle one. "Me first," he said.

George should have been repulsed, but he wasn't. He bent over and took his friend's dick into his mouth for the second time that night. The cum would make up for what he'd shot. It would keep the hunger at bay. He eagerly swallowed it down when Ian erupted.

"I always get horny when I do something stupid like walk through town naked, he said. "Sorry for not warning you I was going to cum."

"Don't worry, I won't warn you either," George said as he took the swing next to Ian. He was surprised again to find out he was hard. Without the hunger, it seemed unimportant.

His first ever blowjob was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. Ian sat back down next to him, and they both started swinging. The chains rattled and squeaked, but they ignored them.

"Now the really hard part," Ian said after a few minutes. "Peeing while swinging." He lifted his legs and spread them apart and moments later his piss sprayed into the dark.

Feeling free and willing to be different, George did the same. It felt good to empty his bladder.

"I guess we'd better get back before they start worrying about us," Ian said after another minute. "Mind the wet spots when you get off."

The walk back was anticlimactic. George felt free. And he felt like this was not going to be the last time he'd be out here in the dark naked. He said as much to Ian.

"I'll do it, a few times. But the feeling starts to go away after a while. I start thinking now about what would happen if I get caught. But it is still fun. I don't want to lose the desire by doing it too much."

They were nearly there when Chad and Art came running at them, which scared the shit out of them until they realized who it was.

"Where the hell were you guys? We went to the corner you said you were going to and there were cop cars there. We thought you got busted." Chad seemed very concerned, and couldn't believe that George was standing there naked on the sidewalk smiling at him.

"The hunger is gone, at least for now. And we were never close to there. We went to the park to swing on the swings. You guys should try it."

"I told you that was where they were," Art said. He looked at Ian, wondering if his friend had shared any secrets of what they had done there the one time he'd gone. But Ian's face didn't give him any answers.

"Chad, give your clothes to Art and come with me. We have some things to talk about. I dare you."

His brother looked at him, and then at Ian. "It's cool. Go with him. Art and me will keep the tent safe from bears."

"Naked? All the way to the park? Are you crazy?"

"Maybe a little. You want to. You're just a bit scared. Trust me, it will be fun."

Chad looked at Art for guidance.

"Don't look at me, I've already done it. It is scary and stupid, but I did enjoy it. I just don't care to repeat it. Or, we can all go back to the tent. If you are too scared to do something your brother has done."

It was that which caused Chad to throw caution to the wind. He quickly stripped and gave his clothes to Art. "We'll see who's chicken." Without waiting for his brother, he set out at a quick pace.

George ran to catch up to him. "Don't be pissed. He said it to get you to come with me. You don't have to do what I did. You don't even have to go."

"And what exactly did you do?"

"I jacked off under a street light right in front of Gloria Bailer's house. Ian and I traded blowjobs. We swung, and peed while doing it. And I had fun! I enjoyed it. I don't feel the hunger."

"That's because of the blowjobs you gave. Just wait until dawn when it grips you again."

"It might. I could be just in balance for now. But I think it is more than that. Besides, I owe blowjobs for a week. Don't be pissed at me, please. I can take anything but that."

Chad slowed down. "You really did all that stuff?" He saw his brother smile and nod. "You used to be shy about even changing clothes in front of me. Now here you are, a half mile from home, totally naked."

"You too, except you never were very shy. But don't you feel the danger? Does it drive something in your head?"

Chad stopped. "I do feel the danger. This is stupid. I'm only going so that I can show Art that he isn't any better than me."

"I'll bet that is what he said to Ian when Ian talked him into doing this. Come on, we're not far from the park. And then you can go back home. I'm going to swing for a few minutes."

"What the hell has happened to you?" Chad demanded. "Did Ian…"

"He did nothing but show me that I'm not Peter Pan. I grew up. I'm an adolescent now, willing to take risks I never would have before. I'm not even hard. But you are. I'll blow you on the swings, make coming with me worthwhile for you."

"Look, I was always positive you were not gay. At this moment, I'm not so sure. But whether or not you are, I don't want to have any kind of a sexual relationship with you. I agreed to spend the night in the tent to help you fight off the hunger."

"I'm not gay. And I appreciate what you've done, and it worked. If I'm right, tonight on the swings is the last time I'm going to need your help against the hunger. But I won't force you. I'm not sure why this is so …" he stumbled, trying to find the right word. "So stimulating and thrilling for me and Ian. It's like a roller coaster. You're scared, but it is fun and you want to do it again. But for you and Art, it must be different. Turn around and go back, I'll be along in a few minutes."

"Do you need to give me a blowjob?"

"I don't know. Ian and I did each other, so maybe. I don't feel any of the hunger right now, but you might be right. Maybe it's because of what I've done tonight. But I don't want you to feel you have to do it. I want you to enjoy it. Naked, outside."

Chad looked away. "The thing I most worried about happened. I did enjoy it. And I want another. I didn't want to feel that way with you."

"It's okay. I am very sure it will be the last time. I think your desire will pass, just as my hunger seems to be doing." They had reached the park. "It is your choice to make, not mine. We can just swing. I can blow you and then we swing and pee. Or we just go back to the tent."

Chad licked his lips. "I, uh, shit. I've got a boner, and I want you to do this. I also don't want you to. I'm torn. Perhaps we should go back."

"And waste a good boner? Okay, if that's your choice. I'm going to swing for a few minutes. If you walk slow, I'll probably catch up to you." George turned away and went to the swings. As he sat, he saw his brother heading out. But after a few steps, Chad turned back.

"Okay. One last time." He sat on the swing next to George, who got up and moved to his left. He didn't ask, and he didn't hesitate. He got on his knees, feeling a little bit of moister from where he'd peed not long ago. He ignored it, and concentrated on making sure his brother was going to enjoy it.

"Don't fight it," he said after a few minutes. He knew he'd gotten Chad close to shooting at least twice. He took his brother's crank into his mouth again. This time, when he saw the signs of an impending orgasm, it was followed by several bursts of thick cum into his mouth. He swallowed it all before returning to the swing he'd been on when he thought Chad was leaving. He pushed with his feet to get it moving, and then with his legs to go higher.

After a minute or so, Chad started swinging too. And not long after that, he released a much-needed piss, watching it disappear into the night air.

"We should go," he said after he was done peeing. He waited until George had stopped his swing, and they both got up and left. Very few words were spoken as they walked home. Ian and Art were asleep when they got back to the tent.

"Thanks," Chad whispered. "I don't want to do it again. But it was good."

"I'm glad," George said. They got into their sleeping bags and were soon fast asleep too.

Over the next week, the hunger came back once. But it was weak, hardly noticeable. And his daily session with Ian and Art eliminated it. Once the seventh and final blowjob was given, George waited, hoping he didn't have to do more. He was afraid to jack off, not wanting to throw the balance out of whack again.

A week went by, and then two. A different need drove him. He wanted to jack off. No hunger drove it. And once he did, he felt fine.

The Gamete Builder had worked. His dick was now just over four and a half inches [11.5cm] when he was erect. Hair was sprouting in several spots on his body. His balls hung lower. But most of all, the hunger was gone, and he was able to enjoy life again.

The End