The Prepubescent Pubesnatcher

When I was about 10 years old, I used to play handball with my friends in front of the apartment building we grew up in. Occasionally, if the guys weren't around, I would play with Frannie, a tall lanky girl who was pretty athletic for her age, about a year younger than I. Being a lean mean athlete myself, I would usually beat Frannie mercilessly at handball.

I can't remember the first time it happened, but one day I went to urinate in the building's ground floor bathroom, and after I was done, Frannie went and I stayed and watched her go. I made fun of her because I said I could stand and pee where she had to sit down. I showed her how the pee came out of my pecker, and she watched in wonder at my hairless wand as the piss cascaded out of it, as I aimed and shot the back of the toilet, the sides of, and in the bowl. Then I checked out her utilities close up. We did this for about a year on and off, and although we never had physical sex, it felt like good prepubic fun.

One day, one of Frannie's friends climbed up to the bathroom window and caught us playing doctor, went and told someone, and eventually Frannie's mom found out; that was that. I got heavily scolded by ny folks and Frannie and I never skipped to the loo together again.

Years later, when I was about 14, I visited Frannie at her house...her mom was out and we had a game of nerf basketball. Frannie was a tad taller than me, and the fact that it was her nerf hoop and home court, gave me quite a battle. My hormones were raging, my blood was racing, I was huffing and puffing and making nerf basketball moves and thinking about making a move on Frannie. She was 13 and had the makings of tiny breasts, and I would think she had some pubic situation going on about now; I know my pubes were just starting to grow in...

I took a break from the nerf game, and went to the bathroom, contemplating how I was going to go for it...ask Frannie to show me where she pees was not going to cut it. So I left my zipper open leaving the bathroom, and had the tip of my dick poking out as I came back into the room. My plan was to have her catch it with her eye, and then ask her if she wanted to see how big it had gotten, and then whip it out, and then, go for it...for what I don't know, but with my dick out, the possibilities were endless.

I don't know if she didn't notice, or if Frannie was making an attempt not to notice, but we ended up finishing the game with my pecker halfway out, and not a word from Frannie.

Not being one to force a situation, I simply put it away, and put the thought out of my head. Until that night, when I jerked the turkey and spouted all over my dream Frannie and her nerf hoop.