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“Dude, you don’t have a dick!” I said. “I fold you I didn’t,” Peter replied. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were telling the truth,” I said. “I didn’t believe you.” “Why not?” Peter asked and I could see he was mad. “Why would I lie about something like that?” “Well you have to admit your story was a bit weird,” I replied. “I’ve never known a boy without a cock before.” “But what about Jake?” Peter asked. “He didn’t have one either.” “I was just making that up,” I said. Peter said nothing but I could sense that I had really hurt him. Then I herd him softly sobbing. I reached out for him in the dark and found his back. He had tuned away from me. Not knowing what to do I ran my hand up and down his back feeling his shoulder blades, the base of his neck and the area just above his butt. This seemed to calm him so I placed my arms around him and held him. “I’m so sorry Peter,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought we were just kidding around. I never would have said the things I did or acted that way if I had known.” After a while Peter turned back around towards me and wrapped his arms around me. He then rested his head on my shoulder and I kissed his ear. We held each other in the darkened tent not saying a word. I felt I shouldn’t but my curiosity got the best of me. I had to explore his body more. With one hand I reached down and felt the area where Peter’s dick should have been. The place just above his balls was smooth. It felt so weird but for some reason I liked it. It was oddly thrilling. “Do you think it’s horrible?” he asked. “No, not at all,” I replied. “It’s just a bit different. It actually feels neat.” “One million dollars,” Peter said. “What?” I asked. “That’s how much my dick was worth,” he replied. “One million dollars.” “What do you mean? I asked. “My dad sued the hospital that lost my dick,” Peter explained. “They settled the case out of court for a million dollars. The lawyer who helped us said that a million dollars was a very good price for a boy’s penis. The money was placed in a trust fund. I’ll get it when I turn 21.” I couldn’t help but laughing. “Well what’s so funny?” Peter demanded clearly pissed off. “What’s the big joke?” “I’m sorry I laughed,” I said. “But it is sort of funny. Here I thought I was holding a naked little kid when in fact I have my arms wrapped around a millionaire! Peter your rich! Do you think any of the teachers at your school has a million dollars in the bank?” “I guess not but would you give up your dick for a million dollars?” Peter asked. “No,” I answered true. “I didn’t think so.” Peter said and with that he reached down and grabbed a hold of my dick. “So this is what a million dollars feels like,” he added as he gently began to stroke it. Soon I felt the pressure building in my dick and balls and I knew I that wouldn’t be able to hold it in for very much longer. “Stop!” I demanded. “What’s wrong?” Peter asked. “Am I hurting you?” “No but I can’t hold it any longer. I don’t want so make a mess. The stuff that shoots out the is gooey and sticky and I don’t want to get it all over you.” I said gasping for air as if I had just run ten miles. The next thing I knew the head of my dick had be taken into something warm and wonderful. A jolt of pure pleasure jumped through my body. It was so intense that I nearly lost the ability to reason. Peter had taken the head of my penis into his mouth and was sucking. I couldn’t believe what he was doing or how good it felt. Like a damn bursting I shot my load into his mouth. I wanted to warn Peter to pull away but I couldn’t. Then I realized that Peter was swallowing my come as fast as it was shooting out of me. I don’t think he wasted even a single drop. What a little trooper! It was by far the greatest and most intense orgasm of my life. After I was spent I flopped backwards on my sleeping bag as weak as a kitten. I felt like I didn’t have a bone in my body. Peter laid down on top of me resting his head on my chest and taking my hands in his. When I started to regain my wits I asked. “Who taught you how to do that?” “No one taught me anything,” he said. “I just did what seemed natural. Didn’t you like it?” “I loved it,” I said still panting like a dog. “But there is no way you could do something like that with out having some one show you how first.” “Why do you always think I’m lying,” Peter asked and he moved his hand away from mind. I think he did so to wipe some of my come off his lips. (To Be Continued) |