It's Your Choice, Pt 2

By Joe Patterson

My name is Joe Patterson and this is how I spent my summer vacation. I just moved into the area last June and this is my first year at this school. My mom, her boyfriend, and me live in a mobile home in the park out on Carter Road. My friend, Tom Brill, lived in the singlewide next door with his mom and three sisters. He is fourteen, a year older than me, and he just moved in also. I like Tom, but he sometimes gets me into trouble. I met him when I was walking my mom's dog, and invited him in to listen to some music. We talked awhile and then he suprised me by asking me where I jacked off. I was taught to always tell the truth, so I told him that I did it there, in my bedroom. He shares a room with his eight year old sister and has no privacy, so he has to use the bathroom.

A few days later we went for a hike and ended up in an old shed down by the creek. We got talking about sex and stuff (he knew a lot more than me) and pretty soon he dropped his pants and started playing with himself. So did I. He is a lot hairier than I am, and has a bigger dick. He told me that smoking would make my voice deeper and help me grow body hair. He was always stealing cigarettes from his older sister and he taught me how to smoke.

We were walking by a guy's farm one day and he dared me to throw a match in the chickenhouse. I don't know why I did it, but I did and we ran away fast. A week later we were back in the shed jerking off and looking at a magazine that he stole from his sister. In it there was a picture of a girl sucking a man's dick. Tom wanted me to do that to him. He said it would make my dick and balls grow, but I wouldn't do it. This big black friendly dog came in and started licking our sticky dicks and our balls. Tom said he would cut the dogs nuts off if I held its' head. Tom was always saying stuff like that and I bet him he wouldn't. He did, and said that now I owed him a blow job.

Later that week we went back to the shed so Tom could collect on his bet. We were both naked and I had just started when the worst pain I had ever felt hit me in the nuts. It hurt so bad I couldn't even talk. All I could do is lay there. Tom must have got hit too, because he was screaming. Just then, old man Carter walked in and tied us up. Then he took some radiator hose things and put them around our balls with a piece of chain that went through a hole in a post. He took Tom's knife and stuck it in a post and then set the place on fire and left us. The only way we could get free was for us to cut one of us' balls off. Tom is bigger and stronger than me so he got the knife, but broke the blade off trying to get it out of the post. The smoke was getting really thick and flames starting to show when I felt something under my feet in the straw. It was an old hatchet. Tom took it away from me and I was scared what he would do with it, but he cut the post apart to free the chain and we just got out before the shed burned.

We thought that old man Carter had gone over to Jackson's to get drunk, so we went, still naked, up to his place and stole some cutters to get loose.

One of my nuts was twice the size of the other and I really hurt. Tom's bag was scarred from the clamp, and his dick was bleeding where I bit him, but it didn't look too bad so we just sneaked home without telling anyone about it.

The next week I left on a trip with mom and her boyfriend. I was still not walking too well as my nut really hurt. The swelling finally went down and it quit hurting. And then it kept getting smaller and there was no feeling in it at all. Now it is still there, but only the size of a peanut. A doctor said it wouldn't be a problem, as I only need one anyway. He even made me jack off into a jar so he could show me my sperm under a microscope. I lied to the doctor and told himI fell on a rock.

When we got back from the trip I learned that Tom was in the hospital. He got blood poisoning from the bite wound, and gangrene had set in. They had to amputate most of his dick to save his life. I saw him once in the hospital, and then his family moved out of the state. I'm sure that he hates me.

Since he left I haven't smoked or gotten into any trouble.