The Pink Acorn
The school bell was just about the best sound in the world to Chad. Twelve years old and tall for his age, Chad was fond of any sport with a ball or a puck and his disdain for schoolwork went beyond what was typical of a boy his age. Before most of the kids had even closed their desks, Chad had his ragged book bag over one shoulder and was halfway out of the classroom. He stopped at Mrs. Briar's desk and took his homework assignment.
"Now Chad," the middle-aged mare said, staring down her snout at him, "I expect your homework to be done before you come back into this classroom on Monday."
"Yes, Mrs. Briar," Chad mumbled, playing with the corners of the sheets.
"And not in Bento's handwriting this time," she added, looking around the bull at the bespectacled Shiba Inu dog seated in the front row. Being something of a teacher's pet, Bento pretended not to hear the mare. "You're a good athlete, Chad, but you need more than that to get by in life." She winked. "Don't you want to be able to count all your millions of dollars once you get a big sponsorship?"
A wolf budged into Chad's back and grabbed his homework from the stapled stacks on the desk. "Yeah, Chad," he said briskly, "you gotta make up for that acorn of yours."
Chad snorted and wheeled on the wolf but he was already out the door. Mrs. Briar called after him, "Zachary, you come back here this instant!"
A familiar paw patted Chad's shoulder. The bull turned to see Bento's big brown eyes. They were magnified into saucers by his thick lenses. "What's he mean about your acorn?" the dog asked, his smile puzzled.
"Nothing," the bull grumped. "C'mon, dude. Let's go hang at my place."
Chad and Bento ignored the waiting buses. They lived close enough that they walked to and from school every day, weather permitting. Initially it was something Chad did for the exercise and the independence it gave him. Now he liked the walks because Bento joined him. It was fun to try out all of the filthy words over which their parents would lose their minds if they only were aware that their children knew, let alone said such things. Trucker talk, Chad's mother called it. It came more easily to Chad, but Bento had some interesting ones now and then. What was fun about Bento's swears was that some of them were in Japanese and could therefore be slipped into conversations right in front of Chad's parents.
Instead of cussing practice, Chad said to Bento on their walk, "I think this time I should just copy your answers instead of you writing on my paper."
The dog smiled. "Maybe you could stop being such a dumbass," he said, relishing the swear. "You're really lucky Mrs. Briar's so nice."
"Nice!" Chad scoffed. "Dude, she's so mean! You just think she's nice because you're a brown-noser." He shoved Bento's shoulder, nearly pushing the dog into a fence.
Bento recovered, giggled, and came back to bump shoulders with him. "Brown-noser? What's-?" Then he started to giggle again. "Gross!"
Chad ended up giggling too. He hated giggling, it was a sissy thing to do, but it always happened when he was cussing with Bento. They tried out some of their latest trucker talk, mostly in the form of non sequiturs. They were still giggling by the time they got into Chad's house. There were no cars in the driveway and the sunlight was being choked out by puffy thunderheads. A rumble of thunder followed them in the front door.
"So much for playing with your ba-a-alls," Bento tittered.
"Shut up," Chad huffed, though he was grinning. Urgently but quietly he said, "My folks might be home, dude, shut up."
"I didn't see any cars," the Shiba Inu said with a shrug. He set down his book bag by the front door and fastidiously unlaced and removed his shoes. Chad kicked his sneakers off and tossed his bag on the recliner.
"Hey, you want a pop?"
"Yes please," Bento said. Chad handed him a frosty can of lemon-lime soda, his favorite, and he had several ungainly gulps of it before he spoke again. "Do you want to do the homework now?"
"Nuh-uh," Chad replied. He sipped his own drink, the same kind as Bento's. "Actually, I wanted to know if you'd, uh."
When Chad stopped talking, Bento smiled patiently. "Would I what? You want me to do your homework for you anyway?" He grinned.
Sex was unfamiliar to Chad. He had discovered the pleasure of touching himself but not of orgasm. He was a stranger to pornography as well. He nevertheless felt a strange urge when Bento was near and they were alone. It was hard to place, difficult to comprehend, but he wanted to see Bento nude. Basic decency taught him that nudity was for the bathtub and the idea of asking Bento to undress seemed fundamentally wrong. Just broaching the thought made Chad feel hot inside.
The bull polished off his soda and tossed the can in the sink. Mom liked to recycle them, but they had to be rinsed first. "Bento," he leaned heavily on the kitchen counter, "you want to-, I wanna compare-..."
Bento uttered a tight laugh. "Umm. What's wrong?"
Chad said nothing but led Bento into the living room. He sat down on the couch and Bento joined him, setting his soda on the coffee table. He made sure to use a coaster.
"Sounds like it's raining," Bento said.
"Huh? Yeah," Chad absently replied. "So. Hey. Just do what I do, yeah?"
"Um, sure-," Bento started to say. He cut himself off as soon as Chad unzipped his jeans. "Cha-a-ad, whatcha doing?"
Chad braced his shoulder blades on the couch and arched his butt out of the seat. Not wanting to waste any of the time he had, he pushed down his jeans and his jockstrap too. His inoffensive erection pointed at the far wall like a throbbing finger. His scrotum was proportionately small.
Bento laughed as understanding dawned on him. "Oh, you want to see my thing! Sure, yeah," the dog said, and stood up. With the same exacting care he showed when unlacing his shoes, he opened his fly and slid down his jeans and followed them with his spotless white briefs. Unlike Chad's free-hanging penis, Bento's was sheathed and seemed not to exist until he sat back down and began to rub himself. He said in a gently cooing voice, "It takes a little work to make mine come out."
"That looks so different," Chad said. He leaned closer, studying Bento's genitals with more interest than he had ever shown to one of Mrs. Briar's chalkboard lessons. "I think I see it!"
The pointed, slightly red tip of Bento's penis began to grow out of the orifice of its sheath. As its tapered flesh grew out into the air, Chad thought it was like a rocket taking off, albeit a slow and small rocket. He pulled back and saw Bento was smiling at him.
"What? What's the smile for?"
"Your thing," Bento laughed. "It's little." Suddenly he started to giggle and he asked, "Wait, is that what Zach meant by acorn?"
"No, shut up!" Chad stammered. He pursed his thighs and clutched his penis in a fist, completely hiding it. "Yours isn't that big anyway!"
"It's bigger than yours is, I think," Bento said without malice. "Hey, hold on."
The dog got up and walked over to his book bag. His gait was made awkward by his pants hugging his ankles. Chad looked at his flat, fuzzy bottom and felt another pang of desire his young mind could not yet comprehend.
Bento came back from his book bag with a plastic green ruler in his paw. He retook his seat on the couch and fondled himself again. Eventually he reached down around the opening of his sheath and tugged it downward, emitting a little hiss of pain as he freed the plump base of his penis. "It kinda hurts," he said when he saw Chad's curious expression. "But my parents say that's normal, so..."
"You talk about your thing with your parents?" Chad gasped.
The Shiba Inu smiled, tilted his head. "What? My parents said it's just a normal part of growing up. Or something like that. I thought it was kind of weird, but they gave me a book and it's got some," he paused and giggled, "pictures... I'll bring it over next time."
While Chad watched closely, Bento placed the end of the ruler beneath his penis and leaned forward but not so far that his penis pulled back into its sheath. "Um, looks like I'm fffour inches."
"Four's not that much," the bull said, shoehorning as much machismo into the comment as possible. "I bet mine's that big."
"Doesn't look as big as mine," Bento teased. He waggled the ruler at the bull. "You do it now! Or do you not know how to read a ruler?"
"I know how to measure crap," Chad snapped. Knowing Bento's thing was bigger and the dog's remarks on it made Chad even harder and he was thankful for that even if it felt weird to him. If it was harder then it was probably longer, and he knew he'd need every centimeter he could get out of it.
Very carefully, Chad put the ruler to his balls just as Bento had done. Another weird thought occurred to him: something that had touched Bento's balls was touching his balls now. He blushed.
Chad looked at the ruler and his throat tightened. No. It had to be longer than that. He was a foot taller than Bento and that had to count for something. So he pulled the ruler away and said, "Um, four and a-."
"Nope," Bento said, giggling. "Even with my eyes," he indicated his thick lenses, "I can see that you're smaller. Let me measure!"
"Dude," Chad grunted. But when Bento snatched away the ruler and scooted closer, Chad said nothing. Bento placed the ruler back and his thumb grazed Chad's shaft before he settled.
Bento didn't care that he had inadvertently touched his best friend's penis. He only cared about the numbers. A stronger rumble of thunder shook the house and ordinarily this would have been incredibly exciting to Bento, but the dog's attention was focused on the ruler. He said triumphantly, "Two-o-o i-i-inche-e-es! Half my size!"
"Dude, shut up," Chad groused, pushing Bento's shoulder. The dog flopped onto his side with a riotous giggle. Chad stole another glance at his butt before he managed to right himself. "So what! Yours is bigger, so what?"
"That's just funny! You're so much taller than I am. It's a little pink acorn!"
A thick bead of pre rolled down the underside of Chad's cock. With its disgorgement came a shocking feeling of pleasure, and the bull both tensed and huffed. "Shut-, shut up, Bento," he hissed. "Just shut up, nerd."
Chad started to pull his pants back up. Bento touched his wrist to stop him. "Hold on," the small dog said. "I want to show you something."
The bull leaned back, and Bento knelt on the cushions beside him.