It started with an itch.

Two young lads who become very close friends after one helps the other with a problem which he didn’t like to tell his parents about.

David had just turned 14, he was 5 ft. 6 ins. tall and of slim build with well-defined muscles. He was pretty good looking with light brown hair and was a fairly popular fellow. This was particularly so as he was fairly bright, getting good grades in all subjects and was quite amenable to helping his close friends with their homework. He had gone into puberty early and now at 14 his voice had broken, he was shaving his upper lip and had grown patches of light brown hair in all the right places on his body. From his early years of playing childhood games of “doctor” and the like he had discovered that he was somewhat larger in the crotch department than most of his friends and he was secretly proud of this. From the same experiences he also knew that he was equally or more interested in boys anatomy than in girls. He disliked physical contact sports, especially those which involved getting covered in mud, but he excelled at swimming and tennis.
David’s parents were pretty well off and owned a large house with extensive gardens at the front and rear. The rear garden had a large lawn with a goldfish pond, full size tennis court and a few apple trees. Beyond that, a tall hedge hid a garden shed, a double garage and a car port. It was David’s job to keep all the grass cut and for this his father paid him a modest sum. David enjoyed cutting the rear lawn especially since his father had purchased a ride on mower. The double garage had never seen a car (the front drive was far more convenient) but was home to the ride on mower, a table tennis table, snooker table, a couple of exercise machines and the usual pile of junk which collects in everyone’s garage. David’s parents had never raised any objection to him inviting his friends in to play tennis and this was undoubtedly another reason for his popularity. There was just one thing in David’s life which bugged him; he had an older sister.

Joan, being 2 years senior to David thought that she had the right to boss David around especially when the parents were absent, but at 14 David was having none of it and this frequently led to friction. The worst time was usually Saturday mornings when Mr and Mrs Taylor were both out for several hours, leaving Joan and David by themselves. However, this Saturday wouldn’t be too bad as David had to spend the morning with his father tidying the garden. It had to be spick and span for next week end when a barbeque was planned for Joan’s birthday. In the afternoon Joan was going shopping with her mother and they wouldn’t be back until late also Mr Taylor was meeting a friend in the late afternoon. It looked like David was in for a peaceful evening.

As I mentioned before, David was a little more interested in boys than in girls and there was one boy in particular who he had taken a shine to. His name was Tim and he was about 18 months younger than David. Tim lived about half a mile away and went to the same school as David but obviously was in a different class. Like David, Tim was a very keen swimmer and the only time that David was able to meet and talk with Tim was at the swimming pool. David would always leave to get dressed at the same time as Tim so that he could check him out in the changing room. Tim had a beautifully shaped bum and David had heard others talking about it, the words “cute” and “peachy” being used in its description. For a long while David had been working on other ways of getting Tim into conversation without it being obvious that he was lusting after him, but then fate took a hand.

David had finished cutting the rear lawns and was working in the front of the house when he noticed a lad washing a car in a house on the other side of the road. After watching him for a while David realised that it was Tim. David moved closer to the gate and waited for Tim to glance in his direction and when he did David waved. Tim recognised him and called “Hi David”. 15 minutes later Tim had packed up and he wandered across the road and called “Good afternoon Mr Taylor; would you like your car washed for £3”. David’s father walked to the gate, looked at the car across the road and said “well you’ve done a very good job with Len’s car, so yes please; come in. David will show you where the hose pipe is”. Tim started on the car, David went back to the lawns and his father went into the house to get ready to go out.

About 20 minutes later David had finished the lawns and was packing his things away when he noticed Tim and did a double take. Every minute or so Tim was giving his dick 2 or 3 quick rubs before going back to polishing the car. After a while David went up to him and said “Hey man; leave it alone”. Unknown to David his father was standing behind him and he said “Tim, if you need a wee the loo is first door on the left; I’ll leave the front door open for you. I have to go now and you’ve done a very good job on the car so keep the change”. With that he pushed a £5 note into Tim’s hand and jumped into the car which had just pulled up at the gate.

David looked at Tim and said “Why don’t you have a wee now and finish polishing the glass after”. Tim said “I don’t need a wee; I’ve got an itch that’s driving me mad”. “Oh” said David, “have you got crabs or has something bitten you”. Tim said “neither, the itch is under my foreskin and it won’t go away”. “Is your dick head enflamed” asked David and Tim replied “I don’t know; the skin is too tight for me to pull it back to see”. “Oh dear” said David “You’d better come inside and tell me about it or show me, if you’re not too shy”. “Why should I be shy” said Tim “You’ve checked me out at the pool enough times”. “I’VE WHAT?” said David “Well, I mean—oh shit, did I make it that obvious”. “You certainly did” said Tim “but no problem, I always check out your package when you’re drying your hair with the towel over your head and can’t see—and your package is worth checking”. David said “And you have a very cute butt, but let’s not concern ourselves with that right now as I think you may have a bit of a problem; come on in side”.

Tim followed David into the bath room asking, as they went, if David thought that he would need to be circumcised and David said “That’s a possibility but by no means certain. Even if that is necessary it’s nothing to worry about; my friend Gordon (the ginger haired guy) was “done” last year and he said that there was nothing to it. Before we jump to any conclusions drop your pants and let me check you out at close quarters”. Tim meekly let his jeans and pants fall down round his knees revealing a smooth crotch with a neat 2 inch limp penis. David said “Do you mind if I touch it”, to which Tim replied “No, help yourself”. David gripped his shaft and gently tried to see how far he could peel the foreskin back. Tim caught his breath and gave a little shudder. David stopped and said “Does that hurt” to which Tim replied “No, that doesn’t hurt at all”. David held Tim’s dick, looking at the bit of his glans which could be seen through the small opening in his foreskin and as he looked Tim’s dick increased in diameter by 50% and increased in length to 3.5 inches.