The Age of Discovery – Part Five (Exhib, Humil, mmfffFF)
By Hooked6
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The Age of Discovery – Part Five (mmmmfffFF,Exhib,Humil)
By Hooked6

We played stupid games for about an hour with my mom checking on me through the window at regular intervals. It seemed like she was expecting me – no hoping - that I'd act like the pervert she thought I was and pop a boner. She would have an excuse for punishing me. I could tell by the look of disappointment on her face each time she saw that I wasn't being nasty in front of Susan, that she was forcing me into awkward situations just to see if I was really comfortable with my nudity like I had said I was.

It was so hard NOT to become aroused. Being naked in front of Susan again was like a dream come true. She was, after all, my first love, even if she didn't know it. She tried her best to act natural around me but every time I caught her glancing at my privates I felt tingly all over! I had to fight like crazy the urge to become erect and show off my manhood to her. The whole situation of being naked outside in front of my friends was incredibly stimulating. I would really, REALLY be enjoying this if the threat of punishment wasn't hanging over my head! I wanted so desperately to get to the privacy of my room and relieve myself. But I couldn't. It was so frustrating!

Finally my mother came outside announcing from the backdoor, "Billy, your mother called. She wants you to come home now."

"Okay Mrs. Taylor."

I was never so happy in all my life. Finally I could get to my room before something bad happened that I couldn't prevent! Turning to Susan I hurriedly said, "Well I guess we have to quit playing now. It was nice of you to come over. See you tomorrow." I gently made an ushering motion on Susan's shoulders toward the back fence gate.

Then I withdrew my hand and started to quickly head inside when my mom spoke up, "Johnny, you don't have to quit playing just because Billy has to leave. It's still early. You two just go on enjoying yourselves. I'll call you if I need you."

"Aw mom . . ," I whined. "It's no fun just playing with the two of us."

"Sure it is, Johnny," Susan spoke up. "We can have a tea party!"

My mom smirked at hearing Susan's suggestion. What on EARTH would a thirteen year-old girl want to have a tea party for anyway? That fact didn't seem to occur to my mom. She just laughed and went inside like she was totally amused.

Susan grabbed me by the hand and led me to the farthest corner in the backyard. "Sit, Johnny," she commanded as if she were talking to a dog.

"NO . . . I'm not playing TEA PARTY with you," I snapped back sarcastically.

"Oh hush up and listen," she said as she pushed me slowly to the ground forcing me to sit as she had instructed. "Don't think for one minute that I STILL have tea parties. I just said that to fool your mom. I know what's going on here."

"Um . . . you do?"

"Of course I do you big dope. You got caught being nasty the other day and now you're trying to fool your mother into thinking that it's normal for a boy your age to run around naked during the summer. Your mother obviously has doubts about all this otherwise she would have tanned your hide long ago. I'm guessing that the reason she put you out here without clothes to play and keeps checking on you is that she's trying to catch you. I must say you're doing a pretty good job of controlling yourself, better than I expected in fact, certainly better than when you showed up at my doorstep with that pitiful boner of yours the other day." She then proceeded to laugh at her own wit causing me to blush.

I started to get angry and decided I needed to defend myself in a hurry. "Has BILLY been spreading lies about me? I'm going to murder that creep!"

"No dummy. I'm a girl and we girls are pretty intuitive you know. We mature faster than boys too. I figured this out all by myself. I'm right aren't I?"

I lowered my head and replied softly, "Yeah . . . that's pretty much the gist of it."

"Thought so. Okay so here's how it's going to work from now on. . ."

"What do you mean? You're not the boss of me. Who said you can make all the rules anyway?"

Without a moment's hesitation she quickly reached over and grabbed my penis and began playfully rubbing it between her fingers. I got aroused in no time. "HEY! Quit that!" I protested.

"Do you want me to call your mom and show her how nasty you're being?"

"That's not fair!" I cried. "It's all YOUR fault! I wasn't doing anything!!"

"Who do you think your mother will believe – you or a poor innocent girl that was taken advantage of by a fricken pervert?"

"Stop calling me that! I am NOT a pervert!! I'm not listening to you!"

"MRS. TAYLOR!!!" Susan yelled out at the top of her lungs.

"SHHHHHHHH!"

My back was facing the house. Looking over my shoulder I saw my mom had poked her head outside. "Yes Susan?"

Susan whispered to me carefully, "What's it going to be?"

"Fine!" I snapped back quietly. "I'll do it your way."

Susan smiled as if she had just won the lottery. She stood up and called out to my mom, "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's 4 o'clock."

"Thank you. I'll have to be leaving soon. I have to be home by 4:30." My mom nodded her head and went back into the house.

Susan sat back down in front of me and stared at my erect member. "It's not very big is it?"

"If you're going to sit here and insult me, I'm leaving."

"I'm sorry. That wasn't my purpose. It's just the first one of those I've seen up close in a boy your age. I guess I thought they were bigger by now. I didn't mean to offend. I'm really your friend you know."

"Well, you have a fine way of showing it," I sulked. "I used to like you. In fact I used to daydream about you all the time. Now I HATE you!! I don't know what I ever saw in you, anyway."

Susan smiled coyly. "I've known all along that you've liked me. I like you too. I think you're cute – and I especially like seeing you naked!" She giggled a little at her last remark.

She likes me??! Suddenly I was overcome with euphoria. "You LIKE me?" I asked almost in disbelief.

"Of course I do! THAT'S why I want to help you. If you do as I instruct I think I can get you out of this mess your in."

"You want to . . . to. . . HELP me? Why?"

"Let's just say I would hate to see you come to any harm. And from where I'm sitting you're playing with fire. It won't be long until something bad happens to you."

I sighed. She was right and I knew it. It was only a matter of time before I got caught. "Okay, I'll admit you're right. What can I do?"

"Well for starters you have to keep THAT from happening." She said pointing at my erect member.

"You think I don't know that?! It's got a mind of its own sometimes. I can't control that thing even if I wanted to."

"I know. My sister said that boys always think with their LITTLE brain instead of the one between their ears. She says if you control a boy's penis you can control the boy. So that's what I need to do."

"HUH?"

"Control your penis. In order for me to help you out of this mess I need to control that thing of yours." Susan smiled genuinely.

"Um . . . I still don't understand."

Susan reached into her handbag that was lying on the ground next to her. She pulled out a small baby food-sized, clear glass jar with a lid on it. "See this jar?"

"Yeah . . ." I said cautiously.

"I want you to fill it," she said giggling.

"With what?"

"That stuff you boys shoot out of that pecker of yours."

"You obviously don't know anything about boys. I can't fill that whole jar!"

Susan laughed heartily. "Not all at the same time silly, only when I tell you to. I don't want you to touch yourself unless I tell you that you can. When I do, I want you to shoot in this jar and put the lid back on it. To prove you are doing what I'm telling you, you need to save all that white junk in the jar. Don't empty it ever. I also want you to ALWAYS carry that jar with you at all times."

I shook my head. "That won't work. I've tried that before, shooting my stuff, and I STILL get a hard-on afterwards."

"That's because you don't know how to do it. Timing is everything."

"What makes you such an expert on boys anyway?"

"I have a big sister, remember? Girl's share everything. I know more about boys and their sexuality than you do I'll bet. Besides, you said you've tried everything and nothing works so what do you have to lose?"

I sat there thinking things over. Susan was right about one thing, I was headed for a disaster and if I didn't find a way out soon my life would be over. She DID say she liked me and she did appear to want to truly help me out of this mess. "Okay, I'll do what you say, but why do I have to carry this jar around all the time?"

"Because, silly, you can't just sit in your room waiting for my instructions all day. I'll never know where you'll be at any given moment and when it's time you'll need to be able to shoot into the jar right away. You won't always be able to go home and get it. Like I said, for this to work, timing is critical. You can't just do this whenever you want either. It won't work that way. I have to figure out the exact timing each day and tell you when the time is right. If I can't tell you in person or reach you by phone, I'll send a message. We'll use the code word 'WORK'. If the message says it's time for you to 'go to WORK' you'll know what it means. You MUST do it right away though or this plan will fail."

"That sounds reasonable I guess but why do I have to wait for you to tell me? Why can't I just do . . . you know, a lot whenever I can?"

"Don't you trust me? I know what I'm doing. Like I said TIMING is everything. If you follow my instructions to the letter you'll never embarrass yourself by popping a boner at the wrong time and your mother will eventually leave you alone. You know as well as I do she desperately wants to catch you. The decision is yours but believe me I'M your only hope."

"Okay . . . I do what you tell me to."

"Good. Now the first thing we have to do is get rid of that thing," she said pointing at my still erect penis. "You obviously can't go into the house looking like that. It's time for you to get to work."

"What? HERE . . . NOW . . . in front of YOU?!!!"

Susan blushed a bit, giggled and said, "Do you know another way to get rid of that thing before your mother comes back out at 4:30 to tell me it's time to go home?"

I sighed dramatically.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Susan chided me. "We're friends right?"

"Yeah but this is embarrassing!"

"Well, close your eyes if that'll help but you had best get started. You're running out of time." Susan reached out and grabbed the jar from my hand and unscrewed the top and handed it back to me.

Her logic was flawless but I just couldn't play with myself in front of her. I just couldn't!! I sat there for a minute looking into her eyes. They seemed compassionate – almost sympathetic. I either had to trust her and do what she said no matter how embarrassing or suffer the consequences. I was sure that sitting in front of her as aroused as I was it wasn't going to go away by itself. I swallowed hard, grabbed my penis with my right hand and began stroking away. I detected a smothered giggle from Susan but I tried not to notice. It didn't take long before I felt the pressure building and my breathing began to quicken.

Just as I was about to explode, I heard Susan exclaim, "THE JAR! Don't forget the jar!"

I shot my first small stream before I had the presence of mind to cover my penis with the jar and catch the rest. This caused Susan to laugh to no end!

"Sorry," I said half out of breath after I was through.

"That's Okay, you'll get the hang of it," She said reassuringly. "It might be easier standing up."

"Yeah . . . maybe," I said still panting. "I'll try and remember that." I wiped the head of my penis with my hand and rubbed the excess goop onto the grass.

Just then my mother came out the back door reminding Susan it was time to go. Susan put the cap on the jar and handed it to me. "See you later. Just don't forget what I told you."

"I won't," I replied. She then looked at my slowly deflating erection saying "That'll never do" and reached over and pinched my arm – HARD! That did the trick as my penis shrunk to its normal size.

I got up trying my best to conceal the small jar in the palm of my hand and walked Susan to the back gate. My mom was standing there looking me over. Mercifully I was now quite soft, much to her apparent disappointment.

"What's that you've got in your hand?" she asked me.

Susan, who was half-way through the gate, turned around and answered for me. "Oh that's my play teapot. I want Johnny to keep it safe for me until we can play next time."

My mom chuckled. "I see. Well, we had best put that someplace where it won't come to any harm." She reached out her hand to take the jar from me. I panicked and pulled my hand away not letting her have it. "NO!!" I screamed, causing my mom to look at me with disdain. There was no way I could let her see it! She'd easily figure out what was in it and I'd be in a world of hurt! I had to think quickly as all eyes were upon me. Susan just smiled from ear to ear. I finally spoke up, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'd rather keep it myself if that's okay. I mean Susan gave it to me as a gift sort of . . ."

My mom looked at the starry-eyed girl and then back at me. "Oh, I see." She gave Susan a knowing smile and continued, "That's fine. I'm sure you'll take care of it then – not like you do with all your other stuff."

"Oh mom," I sighed. Susan laughed at her remark, waved goodbye and I went inside, ever grateful to have dodged another bullet. I clutched my jar with a death grip as I heard my mom coming in behind me.

"So you LIKE Susan then?"

"Um . . . what do you mean, mom?"

"Oh I saw how you two were looking at each other. I can tell you like her alright. I understand about the jar. I remember my first gift from a boy when I was in school. He gave me his pencil to use and I never did give it back. I carried that thing around like it was made of gold. I wouldn't even write with it, lest I break it." She then gave me that knowing smile, patted me on the back and said, "My little boy is growing up."

Man was I embarrassed! I lowered my head and scurried to my room grateful that my ordeal was over. I stayed in my room the rest of the afternoon. My mom never said anything about putting on clothes so I stayed naked.

Later that night as we were eating dinner, there was a knock on the door. "Johnny, would you get that please," my mom asked as she continued eating. "Then when you finish your dinner you need to get your bath."

"Sure mom," I said as I got out of my chair. Then I realized that I was still naked and had no idea who was calling. I slowly made my way to the door. I must have taken longer than I thought because whoever it was knocked again only this time louder causing my mom to admonish me to hurry up and answer it.

I carefully opened the door. The lady caller smirked upon seeing me without clothes. "Why hello there young man, is your mother at home?" The lady looked me over quite deliberately obviously somewhat amused at seeing someone as old as me naked.

"Um, she's eating dinner right now? Can I tell her who it is?"

"Oh don't bother her then. Can I leave these pamphlets with you?"

"Ah, sure, I guess so."

"If she has any questions please tell her to call me. My number is on the back here," she said leaning over close to me pointing out her name and phone number. She then stood up and just stared at me with that silly grin on her face.

"Do you always run around naked young man?"

"Um . . . no I was just . . . ah, going to take my bath when you knocked."

"Oh. I guess my timing was bad, huh?" she said stifling a giggle. She made no attempt to turn away but kept looking at me. It was giving me the creeps. "It must have been rather awkward answering the door and finding out a woman was on the outside, wasn't it?" She asked me still smiling.

I blushed, "ah yeah I guess."

"You'll have to be more careful in the future," She said with a smile. I guess she sensed I was uncomfortable because she then added, "Oh don't worry young man. I think you have nothing to worry about. In a few years I'm guessing you'll have to fight off the girls." She then patted my head condescendingly and turned to leave.

"Good-bye" I said politely and closed the door. I wondered what she meant by her comment. If I didn't know any better I was sure she had just insulted me.

"Who was at the door?" my mom asked as I returned to the kitchen.

"Some lady," I replied. "She left these for you," I said showing her the pamphlets.

"A lady, huh?" looking at me with whimsy. "Was she cute?"

"Yeah, well, I dunno, I guess maybe sort of." I replied trying to sound as if it were no big deal.

"Well, finish your dinner and then get your bath." I caught her looking at my privates as she said that. I guess she was still checking up on me.

"Yes mom." I then sat down as she cleared the table.

After my bath I went to my room just to be out of the scrutiny of my mom. The phone rang and I heard my mom call out, "Johnny, it's for you."

I scrambled downstairs to answer it. Phone calls to me were still a rarity and I was always delighted to get one. I took the phone and eagerly said, "Hello?" as my mom stood right next to me.

"Hi Johnny, this is Susan."

"Oh hi Susan" I said nervously while looking at my mom. She just smiled and continued to stand there. She obviously already knew who it was.

"It's time for you to get to work," she said giggling quite loudly into the phone.

"Ah yeah," I said with my voice cracking a bit. "I had fun today too."

"What?" Susan remarked. "Johnny Taylor, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I can hear you alright. Your tea was, um . . . very good."

My mom was smiling at me all the while I was worried to death that she could hear what Susan was saying. I pressed the receiver hard to my ear to keep her from doing just that.

"Johnny, if you know what's good for you, you had better not be chickening out," she cautioned sincerely.

"No, I don't mind playing again tomorrow," I said hoping to satisfy my mom's curiosity about what we were talking about.

"Oh I get it, your mom is next to you isn't she?" Susan asked finally picking up on my situation.

"You're right, that would be nice."

Susan laughed heartily. "I wonder what she would do if she knew what we were REALLY talking about."

"I'll take care of your teapot, don't worry."

Susan's voice grew quite firm, "You had better do it now . . . no dawdling."

"I won't be late. I'll be on time I promise."

"See that you do. Time is running out." With that Susan hung up.

My mom was grinning from ear to ear. "So she talked you into laying tea party again tomorrow."

"Um, yeah, it's a stupid game but she seems to like it."

"Well I think it's nice that you two are getting along so well," my mom said putting her arm around me. "Why don't you come into the living room and watch some TV with me?"

That was all I needed. "No thanks, mom, I think I'll go to bed early if that's Okay with you?"

"Why Johnny Taylor, are you feeling all right? You NEVER go to bed early." Her face suddenly went from concern to skeptical in a flash. She deliberately looked at my penis. "You aren't UP to something are you?" she asked with grave seriousness in her voice.

"No mom, what on earth are you talking about? I'm just tired, that's all."

My mom looked at me for a few moments. "Alright, I'll come up and check on you in a few moments. Good night son."

"Good night mom."

I then scurried upstairs and hoped into bed. I wanted to hurry and get this over with and hide the jar! I wouldn't have put it past my nom to purposely sneak up and burst into my room unexpectedly. If she caught me doing such a nasty thing under the covers I was done for. Trying to keep my jar at the ready while taking care of business under the covers was awkward to say the least. My penis wasn't responding, even though I desperately wanted it to. Finally I felt the familiar sensation and positioned the jar to catch the explosion. Not much came out ut I think I got it all.

No sooner had I finished I heard my mom's footsteps coming up the stairs. I had barely put the lid on the jar and hidden it under my pillow when she walked in.

"Johnny, are you feeling Okay? You look a little flushed?"

"I'm just tired, that's all."

She came over and felt my forehead. "You're a bit clammy too. Maybe I had better take your temperature."

"I'm fine mom. I just want to get some rest."

"Okay but if you're not feeling well tomorrow I don't want you playing outside with Susan is that understood?"

"Yes mom, but I'm sure I'll be fine." With that she turned off my light and left the room. I was never so relieved!! Man was that close. I put the jar under my bed so that I wouldn't accidentally break it during the night and tried to sleep. All I could think about was jacking off in front of Susan. What a feeling that came over me. It was almost enough to start taking risks with my body again. Hmmmm, what could I do? I wondered.