Big Bird and Kyle
By Larkin
I don’t want to get up. I like being all cuddled up in bed.
Why am I so skinny? Why does my hair stick up all over the place and why do I have to have pimples on my face.Other boys have a six pack. My chest is like practically sunken in.
I have to wear glasses and I have a big nose. Someone said I look like Big Bird.I do!
I hate myself.
What are my underpants doing down around my ankles? … Oh that’s right, now I remember.
Don’t start! Leave it alone or I won’t be able to stop until I cum.
Stop it!
I bury my face in the pillow. “Grunt grunt!”
I pull both arms out of the covers so I won’t do it.
Burrrr, now they are cold.I put my arms back under to stay cuddly.
I reach down under the cover and pull my underpants up.
My cock stretches them way out of shape.
How did it get so big? It didn’t use to be this big. I know what it is, I’m a total freak!
Now my underpants are all damp and sweaty.
When I get up, I’m going take them somewhere and throw them away.
I’m so disgusting.
My friend Kyle has the same problems I got.
Sometimes we get together and we complain about our lives.He says, “I can’t just do it once a day and I can’t skip a day either.”
I said, “Yeah? I have to do it at least three times a day.”
Kyle says, “Four and sometimes five.”
I said, “Liar!”
Kyle said, “Nhuh ahh, I did but I made my dick all red and sore.”
I told Kyle how I took my fipple flute from music class and stuck it up my ass while I was jerking off and then I fell asleep.
He started laughing.
I said, “It’s not funny!”
Then I punched him and we started rolling around on the floor until we both ran out of breath.
So then, I said, “Kyle, what if we take turns when we jerk off.’
He looked at me all suspicious like. He said, “Like how?”
I said, “I’ll jerk you off and then you could jerk me off.”
He kept looking at me all weird.
“What! Why are you looking at me like that?”
Kyle sounded serious. “You think I’m gay or something?”
I said, “No, I don’t think you are gay,…duh! I just thought it would be a cool idea if we could do each other instead of wearing out our arms.
You know, for variety and all. I mean, don’t you think it would be cool if all’s you had to do was just lay there?”Kyle said, “You wouldn’t try to fuck me up my ass or anything, would you?”
I never even thought of that. I said, “No, I wouldn’t do that, that’s disgusting, I’m not a major sicko perv.”
He said, “Well if it’s so disgusting, why did you stick your fipple flute up your ass?”
“Fuck you Kyle, I came up with this great idea to improve our lives and you’re trying to make me look like a jerk. Just forget it!”
Kyle sat up. “Okay, let me get this straight, you want to jerk me off?
I said, “Yeah.”
He said, “Say please.”
Kyle is really workin my nerves.
He said, “Just kidding. Okay, you wouldn’t mind jerking me off. I mean like it don’t bother you or nothing?”
I said, “No, not really, it would be just like jerking myself off but I wouldn’t feel nothing cause I’d be jerking you off.”
By this time it was getting intense between us and Kyle was squeezing his pants.
Kyle said, “Ok, you can jerk me off but I don’t want to jerk you off.”
I said, “Kyle, you know what you are? You’re selfish, that’s what you are.”
“No I’m not. I just not a faggot like you are.”
He laughed and I got up to leave. “Go fuck yourself!”
Kyle jumped up to stop me. “Hey, I’m sorry, come on, don’t go,…please?”
He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “I was just giving you a hard time. Come on, I’m sorry, really I am.
There was an awkward pause. "Um, do you think you might let me fuck you? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”A few seconds went by and then, without looking at him, I said, so only he could hear….
“If you want to.”