Little Jimmy Gets

Little Jimmy Getz
By Chico Brisbane

When I was 12-years old, I didn’t have any interest in after school activities that didn’t put money in my pocket. While my friends were playing little league baseball, soccer, football, or attending boy scout meetings, I was out there looking for ways to rake in some cold hard cash. If I wasn’t cutting grass, or walking dogs, I was washing cars. I had a steady clientele around the neighborhood, but there was one new
Car washing customer named Larry who was very business minded like me. He opened my eyes to other business opportunities that were more lucrative.

“Hello Sir! – I’m Jimmy Goetz (pronounced “Gets”) I’m out washing cars today but I also do odd jobs like raking leaves, and pulling weeds.” I said to the man standing on the other side of his screen door with his briefs exposed through his unfastened robe.

“Sure kid! – Start with my car and I be out to check on you in a little bit. I can’t exactly walk outside dressed like this, can I?” He said.

“No sir! – I guess not!” I said.

“Call me Larry.” The man said and I went to work washing the car in front of his open garage.

When I went into his garage to plug in my vacuum, I spotted something on his workbench. It was a manila envelope with a single line of bold black lettering that read: “X-Rated Material! – For Adults Only! 18+” – There was no way that any 12-year old could resist looking. I’m not too sure how many would have continued to look once they discovered that the magazine was of naked man only? – I’m sure most would have stopped immediately but I was not one of them.

By the time that I reached page 17, I was in a state of sexual arousal that I had never been in before. My heart was about to burst right through my chest, and my dick was about to bust through my pants and underwear. I suppose the excitement is why I didn’t hear Larry walking up behind me as I was looking at his porn in the middle of his garage.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Larry said causing my to jump a foot in the air.

“Oh Crap! – I um! – I um! – The vacuum, I mean! – Then! – Um!” I said in a stutter.

“Relax! – I know what you were doing! – I don’t care if you look at the magazine! – You just can’t look at it out here in the garage! – Go look at it inside of the house if you want to.” Larry said

I couldn’t believe that Larry said that it was okay to look at the magazine as long as I did it inside of the house. I don’t recall saying anything as I followed Larry through the door then lead from his garage into his kitchen. I also don’t recall taking my attention away from the magazine as I walked behind him. I did hear him apologize for yelling at me when he caught me looking at the magazine, but it was not because I was looking at it. He was upset where I was looking at it. He said that it wouldn’t be too cool if one of his neighbors saw a 12-year old boy looking at porn in the middle of his garage.

“Oh yeah! – Sorry about that. – I didn’t think anyone could see what I was looking at.” I said.

“You obviously haven’t noticed the front of your shorts yet, have you?” Larry said.

I moved the bottom of the magazine away from my tummy to see what Larry was talking about. I knew that I had popped a boner, but I hadn’t realized how tented the front of my gym shorts had become. You could see the finest details of the mushroom shaped head of my penis pushing the material outward. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, there was a dime sized wet spot at the pinnacle of my boner tent. Larry took notice of the “Carver Middle School” emblem on my shorts and asked if I still went to Carver.

“What do you mean by do I still go to Carver? – I just started the 6th grade this year.” I said.

“No shit?