Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 02

Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 02
By Jaech Reiter

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Participants:
Will Gant, 12 years, 10 months.
Dean Larkin, 12 years, 11 months.
Curtis Bedwell, 12 years, 7 months.
Mason Corbett, 12years, 6 months.
Nat Keller, 12 years, 7 months.

Melanie Gant, 12 years, 10 months.
Tabitha McCrory, 12 years, 9 months.
Erica Ralston, 12 years, 5 months.
Julie Birch, 12 years, 8 months.
Bree McCrory, 11 years, 10 months.

Marissa Gant, 16 and the older sister of twins Will and Melanie.

Ricky Gant, 15 years.

Chapter 02
Hair Today or A Shave and Two Bits

All through supper the girls taunted the boys about what it was going to be like when they went to Benjamin County next week and all five of them would have to get completely nude for the entire time they were in the County.

"And we'll be able to shop for a loooonnnnggg time, wont we mom?"

"Yes, dear, I'm sure we will." Her mom smiled when answering. She hoped the boys would think twice the next time before they started mouthing off about what girls COULDN'T do.

"And you boys better be good while we're there, I've heard a few stories about what happens to boys who don't do what they're supposed to in Benjamin County."

"Let's not talk about those things at the dinner table, Erica." Mrs. Gant said.

"It would be SO cool, if your brother or the perv, or even better Curtis and Dean . . . no wait, all of them . . . . if ALL of them got in trouble when we were in Benjamin County, and they had to go before the judge, and . . . "

"OK, that's enough. No more teasing the boys or talking about Benjamin County in front of them, at least for tonight, or I'll make sure ALL of you are naked when we get there."

The girls twittered in embarrassment, but they quieted down quickly enough.

She wasn't serious, of course. She wouldn't let the boys ogle the girls' nakedness that way. But she felt that the boys had gotten the point. Right now she was more concerned that the boys were too glum to eat. Of course, she wasn't going to tell either the girls or the boys that they weren't really going to Benjamin County, and that the boys wouldn't have to be naked at all. The girls would get over it once the shopping day was in full swing, and the boys could use the week or two of ribbing from the girls to bring them down a notch or two.

Although . . . . . stopping into Benjamin County for supper wouldn't be such a bad thing . . . . .

The boys ate much better once the girls left them alone and went into their own groups to talk about other things that the boys found to be inane. After dinner, though, the boys surprised Mrs. Gant by asking the girls to come back downstairs.

"We, uhm promised them that we would play a game of, uh . . . . ." Will was trying to think of what game the guys would ever agree to play with the girls.

"Uno!" Julie offered cheerfully.

"Yes! That's right," Melanie agreed, "The boys said they would play one game of Uno with us."

"No, we didn- Oww!" Dean had reached over to smack Curtis up the back of his head.

"OK, What's going on?"

"Nothing mom, I'll be down there the whole time, and when I come up the girls will come up with me." Marissa said sweetly, though Mrs. Gant still felt that something was going on

"One game girls." She told them.

"Thanks, mom!"

"Yeah, thanks Mrs G. !!"

"Yeah, thanks." Will's answer couldn't have sounded less enthusiastic, but ironically that's what made Judie feel that it was OK to send them back down. If Will wasn't happy about it, then it was unlikely they were getting into trouble together. Still, she would pop down unexpectedly in a few minutes and check on them.

While they were eating, Marisa had snuck down everything she needed to get the job done. She arranged everybody over toward the back of the room, where Ricky's weight sets were, their mom's largely unused treadmill, and a shower/bath/locker room that had been Ricky's idea when Mike was finishing out the basement, and which, to this day, only Ricky and his friends ever used.

"All right little brother, time to strip down completely."

"What? I'm not going to get naked while everybody just watches!"

"You were already naked earlier, what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't the only one! And the girls even were partly naked!"

"Will, sweetie," Marissa said, "You're getting naked, either by your self or I let the girls do it. And if I let the girls do it, then we'll add to your punishment, like make you go through the whole park, naked and no hair."

"You cant do that!!"

"Sure, we can. I've seen little boys naked in the park, all the time, especially out at the fountains. And when we're done, you are going to be a little boy again."

The girls all cheered. Will got flushed, as did Nat with the whole if-you-don't-have-hair down there concept meaning he was just a little boy, as well. Nat felt a bit humiliated and out of place, all of a sudden. He knew that fully half or so of boys his age had little to no hair down there, but why did he have to be so small on top of it?

And why did his friends all have to develop so much faster? Curtis was only one week older, and he was already over there at the weights, trying to impress Erica, lifting more than Nat could pretend to, with his big dick and nuts and patch of reddish-brown pubes that all the girls had already seen.

"She's not interested in him." Bree leaned in and stroked the back of Nat's hand.and referring to Erica. "I don't think she likes boys."

Nat gulped, but it wasn't the news about Erica that did it. (Erica wasn't lesbian material, but she would be Lesbian fantasy material as she grew older. She was so competitive, however, that she would remain 'one of the boys' for several years until she suddenly woke up one day and realized that more than wanting to be one of the boys, she actually wanted one of the boys.)

Nat gulped because of both the proximity of Bree and the casual stroke on the back of his hand. He still couldn't look at her, but he also couldn't stop the embarrassed smile from growing on his face. And it wasn't the only thing growing. All of Nat's current insecurities vanished in that moment, and he was back in the bewilderment of what this girl was doing and how he was supposed to respond. It didn't seem like it was supposed to go or feel this way.

Meanwhile, Will was doing his own gulping and was flushed deep red while he was at it. "No, I mean you can't do that! I won't let you."

"Come on Will, don't make me go get Ricky and tell him his little brother can't live up to his agreement. I'm betting Ricky and his friends would help us with that."

He probably would, Will thought. He took his hands to the hem of his shirt to pull it off, but he just couldn't do it. Not by himself and not like he was putting a show, which in actuality is what he was doing, and definitely not when he knew what they were going to be doing to him, about the most humiliating thing he could even think of doing to a boy his age - letting a bunch of girls take off his boy hair. And he had only just gotten that hair this year!

Will got his next shock when he saw Marissa pull on a glove and let it snap against her wrist. He knew what it meant when that was done on TV!!

"What's that for??!!!!"

"Calm down. It's just for when I put the cream on. I do this all the time on my legs."

"Cream, what cream? I thought you were just going to shave??"

"No, I never said shave, I said we have our ways. And this is one of them. The cream is called a depilatory, and it works by dissolving the hair at the root. For first time use the hairs will come back in 2 to 3 months."

"2 to 3 Months !!!!"

"Mmhmm. It's even longer with repeated use, but don't worry, you're just a one time use. This is the best stuff on the market, by the way. You should feel honored I'm wasting some of it on you."

"You don't have to, you know, please Marissa? Two months! Maybe three? That's way too long!"

"Will, you're making too big a deal out of this. You lost a bet. It's not supposed to feel great."

"Come on, please, can we talk about this, maybe do something else? Maybe we -"

"Nope." Marissa cut him off. She would have felt more sorry for her little brother if she thought it should even be a real issue. He really wasn't a bad kid. But he was only 12, and still a little kid to her. What would it really matter, that much at least, for him to be bald down there a little longer? Lots of other kids in his grade probably still were.

"Please, Marissa . . . "

"Look, I said it's not that big a deal. Don't be a little baby. No one outside this room should even see it. It'll grow back before camp. That'll be the first time you have to change in front of any boys."

"Well . . . .what about Benjamin County?"

"You won't know anybody there."

"Oh," Dean added from the weights area, "Well, we will have to start taking showers next month for all of April and May in PE. Supposed to get us ready to start doing it in Eighth grade."

"Actually, that starts this Monday," Mason added.

"See!! Everyone will make fun of me!!"

"Oh, no they wont, and if they do, well, you have to learn to take a little teasing. Besides it'll grow back plenty before 8th grade, and no one will remember. And PE this year is only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The other two days you'll be fine. Now, if you delay anymore, I'm going to let Henry come and watch."

"No!" Will panicked. Not his little brother, anything but that. That would somehow be worst than his twin sister and her friends. He and Henry had not seen each other naked in three years, but he couldn't bear the thought of his own little brother getting to watch his shame and humiliation. Not to mention if Henry came down, then Heath would to, and they would tell their other friend Aiden, and then it wouldn't stop until everyone below him in the Sixth Grade would know and point at him and make fun of him. . . . .

"Will ! Calm down, relax. And start stripping."

'Relax' and ' start stripping'??? Was she insane? How could she even string those words together? "But . . . "

"Ok, someone go get Henry,"

"NO! Ok, wait, I'll do it. Just . . . . promise me you wont tell Henry."

Marissa nodded to the girls and they all dutifully crossed their hearts. He looked over at his own friends, but Dean just said, "Dude, why would we even WANT to tell another guy about anything that happened here, much less your brother? If we had won, maybe, but . . . . come on . . ."

He was right. It would be somewhat humiliating for them as well. "But, wait, what about the girls saying anything to anybody else?"

The girls had a quick hustle and then came back with an offer. "We promise not to say anything about it to anybody, and if for some reason someone asks us, we won't confirm or deny."

"Oh, OK."

"If - . . . . . . . One, You agree to get naked at the next spendover Melanie has with just us girls, for as long as we want, so long as we don't get you into trouble, and Two, if we can't tell anybody about this, you cant either, or the other boys. No exceptions. If someone says something about you not having hair, then you just say you haven't gotten any yet."

"Sounds fair." Marissa said.

Will wasn't about to argue both of those conditions ; no way could he agree to that! He wasn't getting naked, and he wasn't letting people think he was just bald as a baby and still a little boy. People would buy the argument that he had lost a bet, and that would make the humiliation easier to suffer. However when he looked at his situation, he realized that it was likely only to get worse if he argued more or tried to change anything. Plus the other boys were already agreeing. So, reluctantly, he took the deal.

"I can guarantee you," Marissa warned him, "that I'll talk with Ricky if you break it, and I'll let him and his friends take care of your punishment, as long as its worse than whatever causes you to break the deal, and including, but not limited to, reapplying the cream. The same for you other boys."

"Yeah, I get it," he said miserably. The other boys were no less happy, but to scraed to disagree.

Stripping down turned out to be less of a problem than he had built up in his own mind, even though he had to ignore the cat calls from the audience, the whistles when he pulled his shirt off and the chants of 'take it off, Will' when he reached for the snap on his jeans. Will was thoroughly humiliated by the time he got stripped down, and embarrassed further, as his penis started to raise it's four inches straight upward. And the worst was yet to come.

"OK, girls, everyone get some gloves. Now this stuff burns, so not all over his body, just where you would see hairs. Melanie, you and Tabitha take his legs, Bree his underarms, and Erica and Julie do his arms. Everyone will take turns getting his balls and pubic hairs."

The girls started in, and had a lot of fun, examining his whole naked body and putting removal cream on every area that had hair. They took turns putting cream around his genitals, but mainly it was an excuse just for each girl to feel up his balls. Tabitha even spread some up where a treasure trail might one day develop.

"Just in case puberty gets any wild ideas on you, sport." She said after she did that.

Will looked down at the cream covering his body in places, especially on his groin, right at the root of his manhood. He had been so proud of the hairs there, even more than the whitening of his cum, those hairs represented the manhood all 12 year old boys strive to be recognized with. He was saddened as he felt the cream start to burn a little, knowing it was going to work on his small thin bush, dissolving them away so that not even stubble would remain to prove something had grown there.

Melanie asked her sister, "You didn't want to put some on?"

"I'll be doing his backside."

"Backside?" asked Will, "I don't have hairs on my back"

"That's not what I was talking about. I hope you're clean back there, so turn around, bend over and spread'em."

"You cant be serious," he went white. There was degrading and then there was just plain degrading!

Marissa made a turning motion with her hands and with great embarrassment, 12 year old Will turned slowly, as he didn't want to spread any more of the cream burning his balls on to his thighs. He spread his legs and bent over, putting his hands on his knees for support, forced to listening to his friends howl with laughter. They were even louder than the girls.

"No, this wont work," Marissa said. "Can that weight bench be raised higher?"

Dean said it could, his cousin had one like it. Marissa brought Will over, and Dean pulled the pins and raised the bench to a height near that of Wills waist. He replaced the pins and smacked Will on his naked ass, as he stood there burning and trembling, both from increasing pain and the fear of what was happening to his manhood.

"Got it all set up for you, little boy," Dean joked, but Will wasn't laughing, even if most everyone else found it funny. Nat felt partly elated that someone else was to join him as a bald boy down there, but partly ashamed of the connotations the other kids were putting on it. And partly angry - even though he didn't show it; after all, none of these guys were very far into their own puberty.

How quickly kids can forget and turn on each other. That, at least, was the thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Near him Bree wasn't enjoying the spectacle, either, notnas much as she wanted to. She was having sympathy confusion for Nat.

Marissa bent Will over the table, opening his exposed ass even further and then had him reach back and pull his cheeks open further himself, putting his most private space on complete display. He knew everyone there could now clearly see from his butthole down to the backs of his burning balls; and it was he, himself, putting on the obscene display. But his extreme emotional and mental discomfort was quickly losing the battle to physical agony as his balls heated up to throbbing levels and his pubic skin felt like it was going to peel off. His arms and legs were on fire and his underarms were being flame roasted. And now they were going to put that on his butt?

He was worried as well that the burning that was soaking into his balls would have some permanent change even on his ability to make cum, maybe even burn up his balls. It certainly felt like it. And there was gobs of cream there, thanks to all the girls having a feel.

"Marissa, it BURNS!!"

"I know sweetie, it means that it's working." She said and then explained to the girls, "Little boys just don't have the pain thresholds that we do as women. You have to remember that, both in not going too far, and in getting them back."

"I'm . . . NOT . . . A . . . . Leee-ooww- BOY!" Except the way he said it through partially gritted teeth sounded more like a kid upset in a tantrum than one simply in pain.

"I'm sure you aren't," Marissa said in somewhat of a baby-speech as she spread the cream through his crack and around the edge of his pink tautly pulled hole. "Somebody get something to put in his mouth, because his backside is about to seriously heat up. And the parts touching his tight little butthole are really going to burn."

"I got something for him to suck on," Curtis stepped forward in a joke, unzipping his fly as he came up.

"I'll bite it off!!" Will snapped in anger.

"He probably would, Curtis, even if he tried not too. When I said it was about to hurt, I meant it."

"It's already starting ! It's already STARTING !! IT"S ALREADY STARTING !!! YYynngghhAAGGhhaagghh- mmmnnngggppph . . . "

The last part was muffled and became anguished moans and groans as Will bit down on the doubled up belt that Nat had shoved into his mouth. He was flailing his legs about but would not let go of his buttcheeks for fear of either keeping the heat in more, or smearing even more of the horrible cream across his hole, or worse, in the hole.

"Whoa," Marissa said, more than a bit startled. "I got some in my vagina before accidentally . . . . "

"In your . . . .huuh . .. . " Dean ran out of breath, just as he was unintentionally repeating the thought that gave him a sudden need to readjust himself - not that he could, though, with everyone watching.

"Close your mouth, Dean, and quit drooling. Anyway, when that happened to me, it hurt like hell, but this looks worse. Maybe one of you could go start up the shower and we'll get this rinsed off."

"I'll do it," Tabitha said, perhaps a little too quickly. Someone should have mistrusted the smile on her face.

Since the water was about to run, Marissa decided on one last area, and despite what she said about nothing above the neck, she put some over his lip, warning him not to move and taking great care not to get it in the nose.

"You don't want to look weird if you start getting some light hairs above your lips and not have anything below."

After a minute or so went by, and what felt like hours to the boy now weeping from the burning, Marissa wondered what was taking so long and sent Melanie in after her. Both girls came out, though Tabitha had a peculiar smile on her face.

"I can't get the water to come on, Marissa!" Melanie said urgently, now afraid this may be going too far and her brother was going to get hurt. Marissa went in herself to check and came back out looking worried.

"NNNNGGGHHHNNNUHMMHH" Will said with some rage, muffled by the belt he was about to bite through.

""Maybe we should take him to the upstairs shower!"

"I don't think he'll be able to move!" Marissa was worried. She couldn't take the boy past his mother like this. Didn't Ricky just use that shower yesterday afternoon after working out? She went back in to see what could have been missed. Meanwhile time was ticking away, and the cream was only supposed to stay on for one to two minutes, absolutely no more.

She stared at the shower head and the knobs, aware that time was passing for her brother and the risk for serious damage was going up. The water has to be coming out. It was working upstairs, which meant it should be working everywhere . . . . unless . . . . unless it was turned off at the source. She looked around and saw a panel in the wall near the base outside the shower and inside were two knobs. They wouldn't turn right, so she turned them all the way left and tested the shower again.

It came on.

She adjusted it to cool and ran out to get her brother. Will was crying and barely able to walk and had to be helped to the shower. Marissa was apologizing as they went and called Nat over to her.

"You want me to help you get him into the shower?" Nat asked.

"Not exactly," she answered, "I need you to strip down. You're getting in the shower with him and going to help him wash everything off. And you better do a thorough job, of every part!"

"Uh, . . .no . . I . . "

"Start taking off your clothes, right now," Marissa told him, "or I will personally shove some cream UP your butt."

Nat wasn't sure she meant it, but when he looked around at the others, they simply looked back like it wasn't a question of if he should, rather why he was still dressed. Feeling very meek and embarrassed, Nat fidgeted with his clothes before pulling them all off, unable to look at anyone as he once again got naked in front of them.

This time he kept his back to them and covered up from the start and dashed into the bathroom once Tabitha and Melanie cleared the doorway. Tabitha couldn't help herself but give him a slap on the ass as he went past. He got into the shower and tried not to think about what he was doing as he washed the boy good between his crack, under his arms and around his dick and balls. While he was doing that, Will tried to support himself against the wall under the quenching cool water and get some of the cream off his arm and legs.

Once they were outside, Melanie looked at Tabitha with a distasteful and somewhat angry look.

"What?" asked Tabitha, still smiling.

"Your dad's a plumber, right?"

"What's your point, Mel?"

"Just that I bet you know your way around bath fixtures more than most girls. If you hurt my brother because of some stupid joke, we can't be friends."

It caught Tabitha off guard, and she definitely lost her smile as Melanie walked away to sit down between Julie and Erica.

Meanwhile Will slowly came back from incredible pain and into just moderate throbbing pain and soreness. He looked down at his dick and balls where the horrible cream was washing away to reveal a smooth and unblemished pubis. It was reddened, to be sure, but not even the hint of hair was to be seen. His thoughts grew wild in horror. Intellectually, he understood that that was the point of the cream, but to actually see it was a different matter.

Adrenalin surged through his body and brought some life back in, as he hurriedly looked at his arms and legs. Nothing, not hair, not stubble, not anything but red smooth skin that hurt whenever he took it out of the cool water.

"Nat!" He called to the slightly younger and slightly shorter boy who was even now again lightly rinsing out Will's crack and underneath his balls, using his own hands to do it. He couldn't really consider himself older or taller than the boy now. Will's dick and balls may have been bigger, but he still felt the same debasement, perhaps even worse, that Nat felt when he had been exposed. "Nat, stop. It's OK, . . . . Uh . . . .thanks, I can, uh, handle it . . . .myself . . . handle myself . . . . I mean, not handle . . . . I just . . . .thanks, ok, you can go."

Nat had stood up straight and looked at his friend when he heard his name called the second time. Will looked at the boy standing under the water stream that they were sharing. He was hardly 6 inches away from him, water flowing off his hair, down his front, and dripping off the end of his small dick. At least he wasn't hard, Will thought, thankful for small things - ooh, he didn't mean to think any puns.

He couldn't even look Nat in the eye when he asked him to go. "I just need some time alone."

"OK, um, if you need anything . . . . just, uh . . . . shit, never mind, that was stupid . . . . " he mumbled as he stepped out of the shower and looked for a towel. He bent over to get one out of the cabinet and Will could see all along the boy's wet shiny and perfectly smooth, white, unblemished crack that there was nothing to mark it but a tight, pink, center.

"That's what mine will look like now," Will thought mournfully. Although truth be told, he doubted if he had had any hairs back there before, but they sure burned off the chance that he might get any.

"What's going on down here?"

"Um, playing Uno, mom. Sorry, but we kinda played more than one hand."

Mrs. Gant had thought she heard screaming at one point, but she had her hands in soap water and had to finish up the dishes before coming down to check. The scene she arrived at was a circle of girls, and Mason, playing cards, and Erica, Dean and Curtis chatting over at one of Ricky's weight machines. Everything seemed to look normal at first glance.

"Why is Mason the only one of the boys playing?"

"Oh, uh, me and Dean and Curtis wanted to sit out the second game," Erica offered.

"I see, well where's . . . . . . oh, Nat, hello. Why are you wet? And only in a towel?" Everyone looked worried and turned to Nat to hear what he would say that would get them all in trouble.

"Uh, Mrs G !!" The poor boy was definitely startled when he came out of the bathroom to get his clothes only to find himself staring straight at Will's mother. "Uhhh, I was, um, . . . . . on Ricky's weight machine."

The boy had been shocked enough that he almost dropped the towel from completely around his waist. As it were, he instead caught it right in front of his genitals so that a portion of the towel only barely covered his dick and balls, flowing down to the floor between his legs from there. The rest of his naked self was totally exposed. It was enough that, without even seeing the size of his genitals, Judie Gant could tell the boy still hadn't hit the sure side of puberty.

"You were on the weight machine?"

Will was rushing in his head for an answer, but then suddenly the boy's mind clicked.

"Yes, ma'am, please don't tell Ricky. I kinda worked up a sweat quick, I guess cause I never done it before, and I think I pulled something. So, um, sorry if I was screaming. I'm OK now, though," he hastily added at the end.

"And Will, where is he?"

"Um, he was using the other machine, and he got in the shower right after I got out."

"Well, all right. I guess that does explain the screaming. But why did you take off all your clothes out here?"

"Uh . . . . I guess I didn't think about it. The girls weren't paying attention."

"That's right, Mrs. G, we didn't see anything," Tabitha said, putting a slight stress on 'anything' that caused Nat to blush anew. He knew she was referring to his small genitals.

"Well, he certainly looks embarrassed now. Nat , if you pulled something, maybe I should check it."

"NO! . . . I mean, no, uh, thank you. I'm fine now, Mrs G. Water felt great. I bet that Will will be in there awhile too."

"Well, maybe you should gather up your clothes and go back in the bathroom and get redressed."

Nat nodded to that and kept the towel in place as best he could, now that once again he had everybody's attention. Fortunately, though, he was still thinking and he hastily grabbed Will's clothes as well as his own and went back into the safety of the bathroom

"So Will didn't strip down out here, too?"

"Are you kidding mom?" Melanie asked, "Will undress in front of anyone? He's way too shy or modest for that."

"Maybe he doesn't feel he's 'developed' like other boys." Marissa offered and the girls tried unsuccessfully not to laugh into their cards

"I'm sure he is Marissa. His height, weight, and growth have been normal, and the doctor at his last check-up said he was proceeding along normally. Now you girls finish that hand and head out of the basement. Don't bother the boys anymore tonight. " Judie left the kids to go get ready for bed herself.

The girls filtered upstairs, the last to leave being Bree, who just had to tell Nat how smart and brave he was. Then only Marissa was left with the boys.

"That was pretty quick thinking on your feet, especially being stark naked like that, Nat." Marissa told the boy, but he blushed again, unsure this time if it was from the compliment, the continuing confusion of how he was supposed to act now with Bree, or just the reminder of his nakedness. "At any rate, I'm sorry I threatened you like that about getting in the shower, but I wanted someone in there to make sure my brother was OK, and I trusted you more to do it right."

"It's Ok," he murmured and blushed again. Will still wasn't coming out and eventually Marissa let the boys be. He used the cool water on his burned skin as an excuse not to come out, but in truth he wanted to get all his crying done while he was still under the running water. The other boys sat outside, unsure of what to do next. Nat got an apology from both Curtis and Dean for being jerks earlier. But other than that they just sat there and waited.

"Are they all gone?" Will asked tentatively, stepping gingerly out of the bathroom with just a towel very loosely wrapped around him.

"Yeah, they're all g- . . . Holy Shit, dude! Look at you."

"I know."

"You're all red under your arms and on the backs of your arms. And your legs, too. What about . . . you know."

"Yeah," Will said and opened up his towel for the guys to see. "Everywhere they put the stuff."

"OW!! Shit, dude!!"

His nuts were swollen with an angry red that went over the base of his cock and up the imaginary treasure trail that he had not had before. There were angry splotches on his thighs, as well. And he had already seen his rear end in the mirror - soft white, creamy cheeks with a flaring red stripe that delved into and along his crack and was now the reason for his walking funny.

He sent Nat up to Marissa to ask for her long sleeved white luxury robe that she loved so much, as he knew he couldn't let his parents see anything, and the robe was the only long-sleeve item he could get away with wearing and still avoid questions.

Good old Nat. He had come back down with not only the robe, but Marissa had also sent a pair of Ricky's long sleeve pajama bottoms, which would be looser and cover more than Will's, one of Ricky's T-shirts, and a big bottle of Aloe Vera mixed with a topical anaesthetic.

"I think she feels really bad," Nat said. "She said this stuff would really help with the burn."

"Well if she feels that bad, then she shouldn't have put the stuff on me."

"Well you made the stupid bet," Curtis said.

"And she didn't know the shower wouldn't work. Otherwise it wouldn't have burned you much, probably," Mason offered.

"Yeah you can hardly see it over your lip; it's just a little pink there." Dean told him.

"My lip! I forgot about that how am I going to explain that?"

"Will, son, you boys need anything before your dad and I head for bed?" They heard Will's mom call out as she descended the steps into the basement. Nat and Dean helped the sore Will into the large bathrobe and moved him behind the ottoman so his ankles wouldn't show.

"One of Ricky's red Gatorades, hurry!" he hissed as quietly as he could to Mason, who bounded over to the small refrigerator in the corner and relayed one of the drinks to Will via Curtis. Will just got the cap off and took a swig as he mom rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and took everything into view.

"Uh, no mom, we're fine, we don't need anything."

"Well . . . . OK . . . .but why do you have on Marissa's bathrobe?"

"She lent it too me. Said if I got a real workout on the weight machines I could wear it after getting a shower. I think, you know, she just wants to encourage me to get into better shape."

"You're 12, Will, I don't think you have to worry about your shape. And I want you to be careful on those machines. You don't really know what you are doing and you can get hurt. So stay off them unless Ricky is specifically helping you on them."

"Yes, ma'am. Kinda figured that out tonight. I'm a little sore after messing with them."

"Well did you hurt anything? Do you need me to look at anything?"

"NO! Mom, I mean, heh, just kinda all over sore. Nothing in particular."

"Well all right. And you better not let Ricky catch you into his sports drinks. You guys stay out of those."

"Yes ma'am. Just kind of got carried away with the whole post-workout thing."

"Well, I can believe that. You do look sore; you're grimacing a lot and trying to hide it. You cant hide things from your parents, dear."

"Yes, ma'am, I know. I'll stay off the weight machines next time. Don't worry."

"And be careful with that drink around Marissa's nice bathrobe. It'll stain it. You already have a red moustache from drinking it."

"Yes, ma'am I'll be careful."

"OK, then. Good night boys. You keep it quiet and no one will be back down to bother you." And with that she left.

"Oh, bloody hell, this hurts! Somebody help me get this robe off and put on some of that sunburn stuff."

The boys looked at each other while Will struggled, gingerly with small and bare movements. They each knew that 'helping' would involve closer contact with the naked body of a boy, friend or not.

Nat frowned and said quietly, "Hey, I had to help in the shower."

The remainder three boys glanced at each other and looked anywhere else, each waiting in the other to volunteer.

"Fine, I'll do this too," Nat muttered.

Seeing Nat feel forced caused Mason to stand up and offer, but he was beaten to it by Curtis, "No, I'll help him in the bathroom, if you'll help me with the robe."

They got the robe off and got the boy in the bathroom, though he could hardly move. Curtis shut the door so he didn't have an audience and batted away Will's hands in his feeble attempt to do some of it himself. "Just let me do it, Will. It may be my fault we lost anyway for runnin' my mouth like that."

"No," Will replied miserably, "They would have still taken you out. You're too good a natural poker player. Thanks for helping me, Curtis."

Curtis just nodded. He was reflecting on the fact that he had never really handled a boy's body before. And even though it was just the arms right now, it was an unusual experience for him, not totally unpleasant, but just bizarre enough to keep him slightly uncomfortable. He had Will put his hands on his head and put liberal amounts of the aloe-aneasthetic concoction inside the now perfectly smooth, hairless underarms of the boy.

He moved to legs, squatting as he did so, and realizing how close he was to another boy's junk. It didn't smell like locker room boy or chlorine, the only other experiences he had ever had with naked boys before today, and neither of those times were this close-up. With the new hairless state of Will, it was almost like he could pretend he was lotioning up a little brother he never had. Except he knew it wasn't.

"Oh, man, that feels so good. Please get my nuts; please!"

That didn't help Curtis' discomfort level, but he understood the boy couldn't help it. He was going from pain to much needed relief and that was the only thing governing what came out of his mouth.

Curtis reached up with a hand covered in Aloe and took the boy's balls in hand and gently covered them in the gelatinous remedy.

"Awww, fuck! That feel's so good," Will moaned out, his eyes closed.

Despite how uncomfortable this could have made Curtis feel, the darkly red-haired boy just chuckled and gave another gooey caress of the nuts before swiping some at the back of the nuts and partially into the available perineum. (Will had been standing with his legs spread as it hurt too much to keep them together.) Curtis noticed, as he got some of the thighs and came up around the top of his pubic area, that Will had gotten a semi. It only wagged a bit as Curtis grasped the base (he was acutely aware of the fact that he had never touched a cock before.), but when he moved his Aloe-slicked hands up the would-be treasure trail along the boy's lower abdomen, this was when Will grew the rest of the way up to a full hard on.

"Sorry," the boy mumbled to his helping friend. "Couldn't really help it."

"It's cool." Curtis was surprised that he wasn't even embarrassed that he had caused another boy's erection. "Like you said, cant be helped. Uhhh, you might not like this next part, though. Need you to bend over and spread'em."

Will groaned, partly from the physical discomfort and partly from the humiliation of it, but he did as his friend asked. Curtis meanwhile moved behind the boy and put gobs of the Aloe in his red crack, graciously coating the whole of it from the top down to the back of the drawn up nuts. It was red as fire, but perfectly smooth.

"Uh, Curtis?? Dude, I'm so sorry, but . . . uh . . . there's one more area, and, uh . . . . I promise Nat got it clean, real clean, when we were in the shower . . . :" Will's face flushed when he had to recount out loud that he had actually been in the shower with another boy.

"It's OK Will, dude you're in pain, obviously, just tell me where."

"Um, around my butthole, and . . . . and I think a little bit got just inside."

"Oh man." Curtis said flatly as he now looked at the tight rosebud presented to him. It was a rosebud with a few angry petals. The only other time he had looked at an asshole was on a woman spread across his neighbor's brother's porn collection. That memory triggered a lift in his dick that pre-empted any feelings of disgust. He was now somewhat captivated by the sight. (He would later shudder at the thought that he had been, but for now purposeful thought was being overridden.)

Curtis' own erection was pushing at just the right spot in the need to escape, and, coupled with the action of squatting, the pressure bearing down was just like a squeeze on an excitable cock, just like he would try and do sometimes at school with a book in his lap. It was distorting his acceptance of what he was seeing and looking at.

"Sorry, man." Will added, knowing he was asking a lot of a friend.

"Dude, I told you, it's cool. Don't worry about it."

Curtis reached into the crevasse with a fingerfull of Aloe and smeared it around the anus, taking care to note the feel of the tight ridges of dimpled, smoother flesh.

"Ahhhh, shhit, mmmmm. . . . ." Will moaned very quietly; it felt so much better now that the fire was being put out.

Curtis would have laughed again, if it hadn't been that he was in so personal an area. He felt the smoother skin against the tip of his finger and almost thought he felt a subtle wink of the hole beckoning him further in.

"Uhm," came a raspy and unsure voice from Curtis, a voice that cracked half way through what he was trying to say, "you said some got . . . . . got a little bit in y-your hole?"

"Yeh . . . just a little bit in."

Without even asking, Curtis straightened his slicked finger and pushed slowly, straight at the hole, amazed that it opened up and tightly and warmly swallowed in the finger.

"Oooohh fffucckk . . . . " Will moaned as he felt his friend's digit pass into and through the anal muscle, marched at an even pace all the way in, not stopping until the whole of the finger was immersed in his ass, all the way encased by his tight anal muscles and feeling the tip deeper in his rectum. "Shit, Curtis."

"Does it hurt?" his friend asked, concerned, but not pulling the finger out.

"N-no, it f-feels goo- uh, . . . I mean, no . . . it doesn't hurt."

The warm, even pressure around the whole of his finger was amazing! If it felt this good on his finger, what would it feel like around a dick? Slowly sinking his manhood in through that muscle, letting it be gripped and massaged by that barely yielding canal of flesh, only to have his dickhead buried somewhere in . . . . .

Curtis had to shake his head and clear it. What the hell was he thinking? He gave his a finger a few twists to test the luxurious boy canal some more - it was a marvel of living flesh, how come no one ever talked about this? - and he pulled it out, tensing the finger pad against the tunnel walls on the way. It finally came out, and he was amazed that it wasn't really even dirty. The Aloe masked any smell, so he was game to do that again sometime.

"I don't think any of the burning cream got in quite that far, but, um, thanks for getting some of that stuff inside."

"Uhm, yeah, no problem, sorry, uh . . . I didn't know how far to go. You know, better safe than sorry. Does it feel better?"

"Yeah, it does, but . . . uh, could you put just a little bit more? Just inside. Not so deep."

"Yeah, no problem," Curtis' brain knew what he said, but when he got his finger to the hole with more aloe, he found it had even less resistance to being entered - possibly because of the topical anaesthetic, he wondered? Whatever the reason, his finger slid in like it was gong into butter, or at least a butter that squeezed back.

"Curtis!"

"Hush!" The boy deserved something for doing his job, right? That's what the back of his brain was telling him. At this point he made a decision and put two fingers together and slid them both in and then began to work them in and out, finger fucking the boy who was groaning against the sink, his dick leaking precum onto the floor.

Eventually, Curtis pulled out and stood up. He looked down and saw his own cock was pushing his pants out obscenely and had even leaked a small amount now visible on the surface. He would re-adjust but he wanted to wash his hands first.

Will stood away from the sink, trying not to pant and give it away just how erotic that felt, which is saying a lot for a 12 year old. "Why did you do th- . . . . Oh . . . . man."

It was about then that Will looked down and saw just how hard Curtis' dick was, seemingly wanting to rip through his pants.

"Sorry, Will," Curtis said, embarrassed. "I was, um, kinda thinking with another part of my body, heh, maybe, you know, cause of . . . um . . . with all the girls tonight . . . and, uh . . . .you know, haven't . . . . . [made a jack off motion here] . . . . in a couple days."

"Yeah, um, sure, no it's cool." He couldn't actually deny the state of his own dick.

"Dude," Curtis continued excited, "seriously though, you should see what it feels like sometime. It's fucking awesome. I mean, if I weren't your friend I probably woulda stood up and whipped my dick out and -"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." The image of that possibility sent a shiver down his spine. Could someone even do that back there? Would it fit? Would it hit something? Or tear something? Maybe not, after all he had had poop that big come out before. "I don't know, I don't think anything's supposed to go back in there, just come out."

"One way to find out, Will," Curtis said, more quietly and with all sincerity, "I swear I would never tell anybody, if I could just try -"

"Curtis! Man, Gross! No!"

"Sorry," Curtis said blushing even more and finally readjusting himself. He really needed to take care of this. "It's . . . stupid . . . I don't know what the fuck I was thinking . . . I'm telling you, dude . . . those girls. They got me all fucked up tonight. I'm gonna hang out in here for a few minutes. I'll be out in a second. I really gotta take care of something."

Will nodded and started to go. "Shit," he muttered, "Curtis, I cant go out there like this - not in front of the guys."

His hard member was straining against several forces of nature, and he was leaking bad enough for it to start flowing down the sides. Curtis looked down at his friend and saw he had a point; but his staying there was only delaying and frustrating Curtis's own dire need to get off.

Without saying or asking anything, Curtis grabbed the lotion off the sink, squirted some in his hand and grabbed his close friend's aching hard dick and began an up and down squeeze that very quickly cut Will's protests down to incomprehensible moans and groans. And, in very little time, he had the boy up on his toes, breathless pants rapidly increasing in tempo, as large spurt of creamy grayish-white fluid launched about two feet up, landing back on Curtis' arm and hand.

Curtis aimed the next few smaller spurts at Will's belly and eventually pulled his hand away, once the boy was trying to pull back from the stimulation. Obviously, no other boy had ever touched his dick before and the feeling that came up out of him was easily twice as good, or better than any he could ever achieve on his own.

In his mind, Will had always associated such an action as happening between gay guys and being disgusting. Who on earth would ever want to play with another boy's dick?? But now . . . . now . . . . . whew!! That was fucking amazing!! Who knew it could be that good?

All the same, Will was still too shocked and embarrassed to say anything about it, at least until he saw Curtis cleaning up his cast off sperms with the hand towel.

"Awh man, don't use that! My mom washes those."

"So? She'll just think it was Ricky doing the deed after a good workout. Now get out, I got some stuff I HAVE to do, unless you want to do it for me?"

Will shook his head no. As amazing as that sensation was, he didn't want to volunteer any services for another boy. It still seemed too gay. Curtis, after all, was just doing what needed to be done to get his privacy. Will understood that - in part - somewhere, at least. But for Will himself to offer to do it? No, no, that WOULD be too gay.

"No, man, I think I'll leave you to it. Um, thanks . . . .uh. . . . for everything, I guess."

Will had barely closed the door before Curtis locked it and stripped himself bare. Damn, was his 12 year old cock and body ever needing some release.

"Where's Curtis?" Dean asked.

"He's, uhhh, getting a shower."

It took a few moments, but they eventually heard the shower start up, and about 15 minutes later, red-headed Curtis, with his light, unblemished skin, came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He went over to his overnight bag and looked for a pair of clean underwear.

Will could not for the life of him figure why, all of a sudden, he had an urge to see that white perfect butt that the girls had raved about, but Curtis slipped his underwear on underneath the towel. The best that Will could see was after the towel came off, the boy's light blue briefs perfectly showcased the structure, at least, of two early adolescent melons on their way to musculature, lifted up off the backs of the legs as wholly separate entities, with a slight jiggle and a hint of the part between them as the boy slipped on his sleep pants.

Will turned away and had to physically shake his head. What the hell was wrong with him that he needed to see that?

"Are you OK?" Mason asked.

"Yeah, just not sure I feel real well after all this."

"Yeah, well, it's going to suck even worse next week." Dean added in a dejected voice. "We all have to go to Benjamin County and strip down."

"Not just in front of the girls either," Nat bemoaned.

"Yeah. Everybody."

"I hope we don't know anybody there."

Curtis went back to the bathroom and came back out with the jar of Aloe and walked up to Will and said, "Hey, you missed a spot."

Will looked up, just as Curtis very carefully and gently spread some Aloe along his upper lip wherever there was some pink.

"Maybe it won't be so pink when school starts back up on Monday morning."

Will nodded. He certainly hoped so. He said thanks and watched as Curtis turned away.

"Yeah, maybe, thanks."

School. Monday morning was just 60 hours away. Then a curious fact came to Will; he didn't know why. It was disturbing that it even would occur to him. But on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, he had 90 minutes of PE in the morning with Curtis. And Curtis' locker was pretty close to his. He would get to see those clean, white, flawless buns on Monday.

Will sat up straight in terror, "Oh, SHIT!"

"What?!!" The other four boys asked.

"Monday morning! Guys, Monday morning!"

"What about it?"

"Don't you remember? This week we start dressing out naked and have to shower afterward!"

"Yeah, we know. It's because of the stupid everybody-showers-from-8th grade-on because-you-smell rule."

"Yeah, we've known about it all year."

"Try to be a better friend, Will, you're causing little baby Nat, here, to relive his nightmare."

"Shut, up Dean." Mason and Nat both said at the same time.

"No, guys, you don't get it!" Will exclaimed pointing at his crotch for emphasis. He was wearing Ricky's sleep pants at this point, but all the boys knew what he was indicating underneath.

Dean was slow at first to catch on to the problem and decided to have fun teasing his friend. "Oh yeah, little Willie gets to make his hairless debut, and nobody but us will ever know that you ever had hair, cause you aren't allowed to tell, and we definitely aren't."

The punishment for the boy that told what really happened was the same treatment that Will just got.

"Dean!" Curtis started to interrupt, but Dean waved him off.

"Dude, relax, I'm just kidding with him. Nobody's gonna fuckin' care. Half the guys in our class probably don't have hair. So what? So they'll see his-" and here Dean froze. Now he got it. "They'll see his . . . . his . . . . . oh crap. Guys, we're gonna be in deep shit!"

"You think?"

All the boys collapsed back into the sofa and chairs. What were they going to do? The only worthwhile thought that any of them could come up with was advice that they wished they could go back in time and give themselves: you should never, ever, play poker with girls.