Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2021 16:49:57 +0000 From: bc.author Subject: Trey needs condoms Gay - Adult-youth : M/b This is a work of fiction between a boy and a man, a woman is also involved. If this is not your type, please find a story that is, there are plenty to go by. Do not repost without authorization. Please donate to Nifty to keep this archive alive. This story takes place in a simpler time, the 90s, where phones were attached to a wall and the internet had not yet reached households. It was an era where kids were more free, before helicopter parents started their terror campaign. It is set in the western world, no place in particular. I hope you enjoy reading it just like I had imagining it. Synopsis : A pharmacist helps thirteen year old Trey find the right condoms after the boys complains the one they handed out at school are too small. ---------- Trey needs condoms by BC It was the end of a slow day. I had already sent home the cashier girl, given how quiet it was. "If you want to head off, you can, I know you started a bit earlier this morning. We're closing in ten minutes, I think I can handle it," I said to the technician. "Alright, thanks," the young woman said, smiling. She grabbed her purse in the back room and left after saying goodbye. Closing by myself is something that happens often, especially in the slower months of summer. No point to still have staff over to watch me count the cash and fill in paperwork. The pharmacy was now really quiet. I went to the cash register and got the reports out to close the day when I heard the door open. In came a cute boy, dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, looking a bit nervous. Being a small town, I knew pretty much everyone and their medical history. This was Trey, the son of Darcy Kent, a single mother who worked as a waitress at the local pub. She had a history of drug abuse and depression. I didn't know her kid but I knew he probably hadn't had it easy. "Hey there young man, how can I help you?" "Hi," he answered, his voice had the tone of an alto, a bit husky and medium pitch. "I...I'm just looking around," he answered, looking shy. "Okay, no problem. It's just you and me here, the other staff went home already, so don't hesitate if you want help or have questions okay?" The boy seemed to relax a bit hearing that. "Oh, yeah, okay thanks," he answered, giving out a sample of a smile. He went over the alleys and started browsing around while I started counting the cash. Once I was done, I lifted my eyes and couldn't see the kid from my vantage point. Looking up in the ceiling mirrors, I finally spotted him in the last alley. I wondered what he was looking for. It was now almost time to close so I went over to him to speed things up. "Found what you were looking for?" I asked. He jumped when he heard me, obviously surprised. He looked so nervous, it made me chuckle. "You don't seem at ease Trey, you can relax little man. I hear all sorts of embarrassing stories you know, that's part of the job. Just earlier, a woman came in and asked if we had anything to make farts smell nicer," I said, laughing. "Hahaha," he kid laughed. This seemed to help him relax. "Well, it's nothing like that, but it's still embarrassing," he said. "Hey, don't worry about it, like I said, hearing embarrassing questions is a daily occurrence. I'm bound by professional secrecy, so you can trust this will stay between me, your pharmacist, and you," I said, giving him my best reassuring smile. "Oh, okay... well... we had health class the other day at school and they told us about contraception. They gave every kid a condom after telling us all about them and stuff. So I got curious and tried it on, but it felt too tight and it was painful after only a little while," he said. I remember the school calling a few weeks ago and ordering a crate of condoms to distribute to the school. They were the most basic model and I remember selecting snug fit ones, knowing this was for young teens. I looked at the young blond boy, having trouble believing it wouldn't fit him. He was no older than twelve or thirteen, five foot tall and of slender build. "Oh, okay. So maybe we can find a model that suits you better," I said, trying to be helpful. "Cool! I didn't want to be unprepared, you know. Mom had me in her teens and she said she would kick me out if I made a girl pregnant!" he said, looking alarmed. "And I don't want to get any of the disgusting disease they told us about, yuk!" "Yes, better be prepared. These usually expire in two years time, so no need to rush," I said, doubting the kid was sexually active. "Cool, so which one should I go for?" he asked, looking at the wall full of different condom boxes. "Well, if you felt the one you were given was a bit tight, then I guess, something like this could work," I said, grabbing a box of medium-sized condoms. "Eh, okay. Are you sure these will fit okay?" he asked, looking at the box. "Well, if you're worried, there's also these, but they are probably too big," I said, showing him a box of Magnum XL. "What size are these for? How do I know my size is this one or that one?" he asked, pointing at the medium sized ones. "Well, to find the right size, girth is more important as a start. You have three basic sizes. The one you had at school was a slim or snug fit. The first one I showed you is for regular fit and the magnum is for large fit. Then the length varies from one brand to another but they usually are in line with the girth." "Dang, that's way more complicated than I thought," he said, frowning. "It is if you want to do this right. But if you don't know your exact size, I know a neat trick if you've ever tried. If you can fit your wiener in a roll of toilet paper and there's extra space, slim fit is usually okay, if it fits about right, standard is what you need. But if it's way too tight and can't go in it, then you have to look for the large ones," I said, doubting he would need any of those. "Oh, I've never done that..." he said, looking dejected. "It's okay, you can come back once you know a bit more about your size. With that info, I'll be able to point you which one is best for you," I said, smiling at him. "Okay, I'll do that then, thanks," he said, looking disappointed. He turned around and left. I locked the door behind him and finished closing the day. As I passed the condoms on my way to the backstore with today's cash, I wondered about the brand I had sent to the school. I went to my office and went through my box of samples companies often send me. Among the condoms, I found the exact brand and model I had sent to the school. I put it in my pocket with the thought of checking it out later at home, to see if it was snugger than advertised. I had mostly forgotten about the incident until I checked my pockets before putting my pants in the washer later that evening. I put all my clothes in the washing machine and started a cycle, returning naked to the bathroom with the plastic wrap in hand. I figured it would be a bit messy to take measurements on the counter and decided to just see how it fit my own dick. I'm bang on average, so this, in theory, should fit me. If it was tight, then I would know it was on the snug side and would probably fit guys with smaller than average penises, ideal for young teens, I thought. I opened the plastic bag and retrieved the condom. I then gave my dick a few jerks, bringing it to an erection. I then slipped the condom on. It actually felt perfect, more than long enough and the right tightness for it to stay in place and still be comfortable. I thought that maybe the kid had just been unlucky and had one mistakengly manufactured a bit too small. The following day, it was again a few minutes before closing time when Trey showed up again. He looked around and saw there was another client and someone at the cash register. He seemed unsure for a moment and headed toward another alley. I finished with the customer and told Stacy at the counter she could leave once she was done. A few minutes later, the pharmacy was empty except for me and the kid. "Hey there," I said, again making him jump, this time he let out a little surprised shriek. "Hehe, sorry for scaring you," I said. He then looked around, scanning for other people. "There's just you and me left kid, no need to feel too self-conscious," I said, smiling warmly at him. "You need deodorant today?" I asked, looking at the rack of products in front of him. "No... I was just... embarrassed to go look at condoms with other people around," he admitted. "Hehe, no need to be, really," I said. "Good thing you don't need to buy hemorrhoid cream or suppositories," I said. "Haha, yeah, I guess these are embarrassing even more," he laughed. We headed over to the condoms and he looked at the boxes, reaching out and going for the Magnum XL. "So you know what size you need now?" I asked, frowning at his choice. "Yeah, I used the trick you gave me, with the toilet paper roll. I tried to put my thingie in it but there was no way it would fit in there, like at all," he said. I frowned, wondering if this was just male swagger. I mean, he was still just a little kid, there was no way he was sporting an adult cock already. I looked at the cute young boy with doubts. Was this little kid a bit advanced for his age maybe? Well, it's not unheard of, he has to have hit puberty early then, I though. "Okay, well if you don't fit in a toilet paper roll then you have to pick the large ones," I said, thinking he hadn't done this right. Worse case scenario he would float in them and would know they're too large. "You maybe want to try one to see if it fits once you get home, and not wait at the last moment to realize they don't." "Oh, yeah okay," he said. I suggested him a box of only four Magnum XL condoms, so he wouldn't be stuck with a big box full of unusable condoms. He followed me to the cash register. "That will be 7.53$," I said. "Oh dang, condoms are expensive!" he exclaimed, looking upset. "And that's only for four!" "Yes, they are. But way less expensive than child care," I said, wondering if this joke would go above his head. To my surprise he found it funny and laughed. "Hehe, yeah," he said. "Still, how am I going to pay for those in the future? This was money from my last birthday," he said looking dejected. I looked at the kid and felt bad for him. I knew his mom was struggling to make ends meet. "Humm, tell you what. Maybe I can hire you to mow my lawn, it's a chore I really hate, it makes my allergies go bonkers every time," I said. "Really?" he asked, looking eager. "Hehe yes. I can pay you five bucks every time. Hopefully this can cover your expenses," I said, winking at him. "Hehe, yeah, cool!" he smiled widely, obviously happy about the proposal. "You know the road next to the city park?" "Yeah," he answered. "I live at the end of the dead-end, the red brick house. Show up Saturday morning at around nine" I said. "Okay, I know which one, I'll be there" he said. He paid for the item and looked at the box with interest as he made his way out of the store. -------------- On Saturday morning I was still in bed when I heard the doorbell ring. "Humm, what is that?" my girlfriend asked, looking half asleep. "It's the front door, it's probably the lawnmower boy," I said. "Oh, we have one?" she asked, looking puzzled. Cindy was hot, blonde, big boobs, but she was dumb as fuck and probably liked me only because I was one of the most well-off in this small town. We had been together for a few months now and I wasn't dating her because of her conversation skills, for sure. I put on shorts and ran over to the door. Trey was waiting patiently on the other side. "Come on in Trey," I said as I opened him the door. "I'll be right back, let me grab a shirt." I walked back to my bedroom and found a shirt and socks. When I was dressed I came back in the atrium where Trey was waiting, looking around, his large hazel eyes wide open. "Remove your shoes and take them with you, we'll go to the garage to fetch you my lawnmower," I said. I crossed the house with Trey in tow and we went to the side door leading to the garage. "All you will need to cut the grass is in here," I said, pointing to the corner of the garage. "Have you ever taken care of someone's lawn before?" "No, we live in an apartment, that's not something I ever did," he admitted. "Okay, well, it's nothing complicated really. First, you will need to use the weed eater to cut all the grass that's close to things, like on the side of the house, trees, or anything difficult to access. Then, when you're done with that, you can come back and I'll help you get started with the lawnmower," I said. I opened both front and rear garage doors, Trey took the weed eater and ran outside to the front lawn first. I could hear he had already started. I came back inside and started making coffee. I had gone to bed late and urgently needed one. The weather was really nice today, sunny and bright, it was a beautiful day. When the coffee was done brewing, I poured myself a cup and smelled it. Cindy showed up half dressed, wearing a long blouse and panties. I handed her a cup and she sat down at the counter, looking out the window with a tired look on her face. I then heard a knock coming from the door in the garage leading to the house. The door opened slowly and a worried-looking Trey peeked his head in. "What is it Trey? Something wrong?" I asked. The boy seemed a bit upset, like he had done something wrong. "I... the weed eater, it.. stopped working. I don't understand why! I was really careful with it!" he said, on the verge of tears. "Hey.. don't worry. It's probably just the battery that's drained. I think I may have forgotten to plug it. It's fine, we can plug it directly, I just need a very long extension cord. He shot a glance at Cindy who had turned around to see who it was. His eyes went big when he noticed how little clothes she was wearing. I went to the garage and Trey followed me. He handed me the weed eater and I retrieved the longest extension cord I had and plugged it onto the weed eater. I pressed the on button and it fired up immediately. "See? Not broken, just out of power," I said, handing him the tool with a smile. He let out a sigh of relief and tried it for himself. "Oh dang! This goes way faster now!" he exclaimed. "It wasn't doing a good job before." "Oh, sorry. I should've checked the battery before I gave it to you," I said. He turned around and left to continue his job. I went back inside and sat down at the kitchen counter to continue where I had left off. I took a sip of coffee and continued reading the newspaper. "He's just a little kid," Cindy said, looking at the front window where we could see Trey cutting the grass. "Yes, good observation," I said, rolling my eyes. "No, I mean, he's really young to be working, isn't he?" she asked. "I used to wash dishes at ten years old to help my grandparents at their restaurant. Working at a young age teaches the value of money and it forges character," I said. "What do you mean the value of money?" she asked, dead serious. Of course such a notion would go above her head. That girl hadn't worked a day in her life. She was twenty one and hadn't bothered looking for a job, ever. She could just surf from boyfriend to boyfriend, I was her current one and hadn't bothered asking her for her share. I was happy just with her around looking hot. "Never mind beautiful. By the way, you could've worn something a bit more appropriate," I said. "Well, I didn't know he would come inside. And I have little brothers, they love seeing me dressed like that, little boys are all the same," she said. "Hehe, you're such a tease," I said, making her smile sexily. We had breakfast on the patio in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of the day. It was already hot despite still being in the morning. We could see Trey now working around the back lawn with the weed eater, taking great care at cutting the grass near the wall. Once he was done, he came near the table. "Sit down a minute to relax, would you like something to drink?" I asked. "Yes, water please," he said, smiling and panting a bit. But he did not sit down, he seemed to prefer standing up next to us, maybe he was shy? The boy was sweating a little, which was normal given how hot it was. I went inside and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. "What grade are you in?" Cindy was asking Trey when I got out of the house. "Eighth," he answered. I don't know if she knew, but the kid was staring straight at her ample breasts. "Here," I said, handing him the cold bottle of water. "Thanks," he answered with a smile. He immediately opened it and gulped down some water. I suddenly paid attention to his wet pink lips, they were not exactly full but quite plump. His mouth was a bit on the wide side, making him look kind of sexy. His nose was small and slightly upturned, and his skin was not yet bothered by puberty, as it was still blemish-free and soft. That's when I noticed his shorts were actually track pants that had been cut above the knee to make shorts. As he took a sip of water, it lifted his shirt and revealed his bulge. The fabric seemed to cling on to an impressive basket. I noticed Cindy was also looking at him, smiling. But she smiled almost all the time, it was a natural quality she had. "Ah man, I needed that," Trey said as he put down the water bottle, now empty. "Good. Ready to continue with the lawnmower now?" I asked. "Yes," he answered enthusiastically. I got up and we headed to the garage where I took the weed eater from him and put it away. I then pushed the lawnmower outside. "Okay Trey, first you press this red button on the side before you first start it. Then you just turn this knob and pull the wire to make it start," I pulled on it hard and the machine roared to life. "Gotcha," he yelled to be heard above the deafening sound of the engine. He started pushing the thing over to the front yard and started cutting the grass neatly. I went back to the table on the patio and relaxed. I was pretty happy not having to cut the grass today, this was a well spent 5 bucks, I thought, especially given how large my lawn was. About fifteen minutes later, I heard the lawnmower stop. Out of the garage came a pretty sweaty Trey, his shirt damp and wet some places. "Trey!" I yelled. He looked up at me. "Yeah," he answered, frowning. "Come here," I motioned him. He left the mower and walked over to us. "I got you another bottle of water, it's really hot and you need to stay hydrated. I know you can be a bit shy so I didn't wait for you to ask for one," I said, handing him the cold water bottle. "Oh, thanks!" He said, smiling widely. He wasted no time, opened it and gulped down some of it. "Thirsty, just as I thought," I said. "Yeah! It's so hot today, I'm sweating like crazy," he said. He then put the bottle on the table and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and belly were glistening with sweat. He had quite decent muscle definition for his age, which was a surprise. Most surprising were his abs, you could easily count all six of them. Even his chest had well-defined little pecs. His nipples were still tiny and barely darker than his skin. I also managed to catch a glimpse of his still hairless armpits. No doubt he was a fit kid. "Omg, the wind feels so good right now," he exclaimed, closing his eyes. His shirt no longer obstructing the view to his mid-section, I looked once more at his crotch. I wondered if he was playing some sport after this because it looked like he had a cup under his track pants. Why would he wear that under this heat? I wondered. His junk must be suffocating. "Do you mind if I keep cutting the grass without my shirt? It's really hot," he asked. "No problem, I wouldn't be wearing a shirt either if I was cutting it right now, it's too hot," I said. "Cool," he answered. "Do you work out?" Cindy asked, looking at the young boy. "No, but I play a bunch of sports, why?" he said, frowning. "Because you're kinda hot for a kid," she answered. "Hehe, thanks," he said, blushing. "Haha, jeez Cindy, you're making the kid uncomfortable," I said laughing. "But I thought I was being nice!" she retorted. "What's your favorite sport?" she asked Trey directly, smiling at him. "I like gymnastics the best. But I wish our school had a football team, I love football!" he said, all smiles. "Oh, you're in the gymnastic club? Coach Riley is a friend of mine," I said. "Really? Riley is awesome. He's so good and I love him as a coach!" he said enthusiastically. "No wonder, he finished top 10 in the country when he was still in high school, he's a pro," I said. "Really!? I had no idea. I knew he was good but... then why did he not go to the Olympics or something?" Trey asked. "He had a pretty bad injury and it took months of recovery. He said his shoulder was never the same after that," I said. "Oh, that sucks," Trey said. "Yeah. I know what it is to live with an injury, as I personally have a problem with my knee. You have to learn to live with it," I said. "Oh... Well, I'll get back to mowing the lawn," he said, putting his half-empty bottle of water on the table and going over the lawnmower. The familiar sound of the lawnmower's motor started resonating. It was loud and kind of annoying. "What the heck was that question Cindy," I asked, laughing. "What question?" she asked, puzzled. "Do you work out?" I asked, mocking her by taking an high-pitch voice. "Hehe, Cind, kids his age don't work out," I said, chuckling. "They don't?" she asked, looking surprised. "No, hehe." "But, I thought he did, he's kind of ripped for a little kid," she explained. "You say that because all your little brothers are fat," I said, laughing. "Hey! That's not nice! All I'm sayin is he looks good," she said defensively. "He's a good-looking kid, no doubt," I said, looking at Trey's small muscular five foot frame push the lawnmower around. His blond hair, now wet with sweat clung onto his forehead. His track shorts clung onto his perky little butt. I was actually surprised at my own reaction to his cuteness. Was I lusting a little after this boy? His muscular body and beauty had managed to not leave me indifferent. I shook these thoughts out of my head and focused back on what I was reading. A while later, Trey pulled me out of my concentration by standing next to me. "Yes, what is it?" I asked. "I'm done sir," he answered. "Hehe, don't call me sir, it makes me feel old. I'm in my thirties. Call me Richard," I said. "Oh, okay," he answered. "Follow me, we'll put away everything," I said. We went to the garage and I showed him where to put the things when he was done cutting the grass. "Pretty simple, isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah, definitely," he answered. "Oh, and by the way, I wanted to tell you, they fit perfect," he said, smiling, showing me his white teeth. "Huh? What does?" I asked, puzzled. "The.. the condoms," he whispered. "Oh! Oh, Good!" I said, smiling at him. The Magnum XL fitted? I was genuinely surprised. I guess it wash't just wishful thinking on his part. Still, it was hard to believe this little kid had an adult cock already. "I left my wallet on the table in the backyard. Follow me so I can pay you," I said. We walked over to the patio table. I retrieved my wallet and handed him five dollars as promised. "All done, you can come back in two weeks," I said, smiling. "Two weeks? Aw, that's in a while. Isn't there anything else I could do to get some extra bucks?" he asked, frowning. "Humm," I thought. I looked at the pool and thought it could use some better maintenance. "Yeah, I guess I could use some help with cleaning the pool," I proposed. Trey's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Yeah! I could do that! What do I do?" he asked, eager. "That's a bit more complicated than just mowing the lawn," I said. "You would need to clean the solar cover, pick up all the junk that's floating at the surface with the net, then vacuum the pool, remove weeds around the pool area, use the broom to sweep the dust off the tiles, clean the furniture and fence with a microfiber cloth, and... yeah, that's pretty much it. That's another hour of work for another 5$ if you are up to it," I said. "You bet! You'll have the cleanest pool in the neighborhood!" he said enthusiastically. "Heh, I probably have the only pool in the neighborhood," I answered, laughing. "Really?" he asked. "Yes, it's a small town and most people don't have the means to get a pool, much less an in-ground one like this one," I said. "There might be some people who have one, but not close to here," I informed him. "None of my friends have one," Trey said. "It's also hard to find a company that will build one. The nearest city is far, making the costs even higher. It's no wonder these are extremely rare in this little town," I said. "Oh," he exclaimed, seemingly interested. "Alright, follow me I'll guide you through everything you need to know to take care of the pool," I said, getting up. I spent the next hour showing Trey his tasks for the pool maintenance. At the end, I gave him another 5$ bill and he went on his way. "He's gonna take care of the pool too?" Cindy asked when I finally sat down. "Yes," I said, taking a sip of water. "Oh nice, we have a pool boy too now!" she exclaimed, seemingly amused. I frowned at her but she just seemed to be happy with the littlest things sometimes. "I was afraid you never hired one because you were scared I'd cheat on you," she said, laughing. "Eh... no. There's just no professional service in this town for this. And I don't think I have anything to fear from a kid cuckolding me, hehe," I laughed. "Alright, I need to go see how things are at the pharmacy, I'll be back later," I said. I drove there, made sure everything was in order and helped a few customers before I decided to head home. I then saw Dr Harris get out of his clinic as I was making my way to my car. "Hey! Patrick!" I said loudly, waving at him. "Oh, hi Richard, how are things going," he answered. The old man had a few folders under his arm as he walked toward me. "Pretty good, my god is it hot today," I said. "Oh yeah, how come you're at work then, I thought you usually took your Saturdays off," he said. "I do, but I always like to come in even when I don't work, to make sure everything is okay," I said. "I see," he answered, smiling gently. "And I thought you always took your weekends off," I answered back. "Yes, you're right about that. But I had some paperwork to finish," he explained. "Anyway, I'm off so I can enjoy my pool. I got myself a pool boy to keep it clean now, it's much nicer to swim in a clean pool, I don't do it nearly often enough," I said. "Oh? Where did you get staff for this?" he asked, curious. "I just hired a kid, Trey Kent, the son of Darcy Kent you know?" "Oh, yeah, Darcy," he nodded. "It's kind of funny how he ended up working for me. He was at the pharmacy the other day to buy condoms. After seeing the price the kid was crestfallen to realize it would ruin him to keep buying those," I said, amused. "Don't they give away some at school now?" Dr Harris asked. "Yes, they do give samples to students, but he didn't like the fit, he complained they were too small for him," I said, laughing. "Hehe, no surprise there. The little bugger has got the biggest dick I have ever seen on a kid his age, and I've practiced as a family doctor for more than thirty years. No wonder those condoms at school were too small for him, hehe," he exclaimed, laughing. "Yeah, well I gave him the box of the biggest ones in store, thinking he would return them, to be honest," I admitted. "Hehe, no, they probably fit him fine," he said, chuckling. "Anyway, nice seeing you Richard." "Nice seeing you too," I said as I got into my car and left. -------- The following Saturday, it was once again a hot day. Trey showed up at 9 to clean the pool. I sat down at the table outside and watched him work as I drank my morning coffee. He was wearing the same shorts as last week but his shirt was different. This one was probably old since it was now clearly a size too small for him, it emphasized his young muscular upper body well. This time his shirt was short enough that it didn't hide his package below. His bulge was impressive to say the least. There was no way anyone looking there wouldn't see that the kid is packing! It sure didn't seem to go unnoticed by Cindy who kept stealing glances at him the moment she got outside. Once he was done, I invited him to sit down and gave him a bottle of water. "Thanks," he said as he took the cold bottle from me. "You're welcome. Don't hesitate if you're thirsty to come and ask me or Cindy for a drink okay?" I said. "Okay," he smiled and resumed drinking down his water. "You're not finding it too hard, are you?" I asked. "No! I actually like it. When I look at my work when I'm done and it looks all clean, I'm happy with myself," he said, smiling. "Okay, good. I don't want to overwork you," I said. "No, it's not hard at all. Compared to what coach sometimes puts us through, that's nothing," he grinned. "Alright," I said, before handing him his money for his work. We made small talk for a while until he left. I was beginning to like him. He was always very polite and did a great job. ---- A few days later at work, I happened to see Riley, the gym teacher and coach at the local middle school. It was a small school so he pretty much coached every sport they taught. "Hey Riley, how it is going my friend?" I asked. "Oh, what's up Richard, long time no see!" he exclaimed as he shook my hand. "Not much, just running the business and making everyone's lives better I hope, hehe," I answered. "I don't know if it's the aging population but business is good and I spend more and more time here to keep things afloat." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, I'm even thinking of hiring a maid to clean the house, so I can spend time doing what I like instead. One of the downsides of having a huge house is, it takes forever to clean! At least I got the pool maintenance and grass cutting covered, I hired a boy to take care of it, he told me he's doing gymnastics with you, Trey Kent," I said. "Oh yeah? You hired young Trey to take care of your yard? He's a hard-working boy, I'm sure he'll do a great job," Riley said. "He already is." "He also plays in the basketball team, he's a pretty decent player," Riley said. "The middle school team is doing so good this year, you should see them!" "Oh really? That's new, our team has never been that impressive," I said. "Yes, but this year it's different, we have great players who know how to play as a team. Hey, we're playing against Uptown County in two weeks, you should definitely come. Plus it's always nice to have a doctor present," Riley said, smirking. "I'm not a doctor, you know that Riley," I said, laughing. "I know, but you're in the medical field and you know way more than your usual first aid responder," he added. "Heh, fair enough. I haven't come to encourage our team in ages, so I'll come," I said. "Awesome. It's Saturday in two weeks at 9. I'll reserve you a seat, first row next to our team. You can invite Cindy too, there's more than enough room. Only some parents seem to come to these games nowadays, some just leave their kid there and leave, shame," he said. "Okay, I'll be there. Nice to see you Riley," I said as I spotted a client who seemed to be waiting for me. "Bye, see ya there man," Riley said as he left for another alley. ======== The following weekend, Trey was taking a break after mowing the lawn and was sitting at the table drinking some water. "Hey, I saw your coach yesterday, he told me you also play in the school's basketball team," I said. "Yeah, but I'm not very good at it," he said, frowning. "Hey, I used to play for the Otters too when I was a kid," I said with enthusiasm. "Really? You went to my school too?" he asked, looking surprised. "Of course, I was born and lived here all the way to college where I had to leave to study. But I love this place so much, I knew I had to come back," I said. "I didn't know," he admitted. "Well, it's not like we've had the chance to talk much," I said. "Yeah," he said. "All my family and friends are still here. Plus the whole town is pretty happy they don't have to drive an hour to find the nearest pharmacy," I said. "Oh yeah, there was no pharmacy before?" he asked, taking a sip of water. "No, but I knew there was enough people to support one. Plus, there are many people living in the farms nearby, so I don't only serve this little town," I said. "Oh yeah, I guess," Trey said. "So what do you see yourself doing when you'll be my age?" I asked. "I dunno, retire?" he asked, grinning. "Hehe, I'm in my thirties!" I said, knowing he was just kidding. "I know, hehe. I don't really know what I want to be..." he said, hesitating. "You want to compete in the Olympics?" I asked, leaning forward. "In gymnastics? Nah, I'm not that good. I like it a lot cuz it's fun, but I ain't no champion," he said, looking serious. "What are you good at?" I asked. "Humm... I'm not really that good at anything..." he admitted, looking rather sad. "Don't worry about it too much, it's probably because you haven't found it yet. There's still a lot for you to experience," I said, smiling at him and ruffling his hair. He smiled at me sadly, his dirty blond hair half in his face. His hair was now pretty long for someone who plays sports, his fringe going below his nose, all his hair roughly the same length. "Doesn't your hair get in the way when you play sports or train in gymnastics?" I asked. "Huh? Erm, yeah, kind of," he said, pulling on his hair on his forehead to look at its length. We heard the patio door and Cindy stepped out, yawning, still in her satin night gown. "Oh, I forgot Trey was here today," she said as she sat next to me, giving me a kiss on the lips. "Hi Cindy," the boy said, smiling weakly. "Hi Trey," Cindy answered, smiling at him. "I just made a fresh pot of coffee if you want," I said. "Oh yeah, I need one," she said getting up and smiling. "Bring me one too!" I said as she went inside. "Will do!" she answered. "Well, I'm gonna go do the pool now," he said as he got up. He was still wearing his gray shorts, but he had stained them with grass earlier. "You'll have to clean those once you get home, they're pretty dirty," I said, pointing at his shorts. "Oh, dang. I hadn't noticed. Well, they're pretty much the only pair I have that I don't mind getting dirty, so it's okay," he said, brushing off the pieces of grass on his perky butt. He then ran over to the pool while Cindy came back out with two cups of coffee. "Thanks," I said, taking a cup. "You're welcome," she said, sitting down. "What were you talking about with him?" she asked. "Nothing much, just school and stuff," I answered. "He plays basketball for the Otters, just like I used to." "Oh, you play basketball?" she asked, surprised. "It was in middle school Cind! It's not like I made a career out of it," I said, rolling my eyes. "Well, you just don't look like a basketball player, that's all," she said. "I'm in a good shape and five foot ten, I'm not exactly short..." I said, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, I know. But aren't basketball players tall black guys?" she asked, dead serious. "Haha, sometimes Cindy are you truly are a small town girl," I said, laughing. "Ah, shut up Rick!" she shot back, annoyed. "Anyway, next weekend I promised my friend Riley I'd be coming to the game he's coaching against some other neighboring town, you want to come too?" I said. "Watch some high school basketball game? Not really..." she said, taking a sip. "It's middle school. Oh, well, you could've encouraged Trey who will be playing," I added. "Oh, little Trey is playing? I... I guess I'll go then," she said, now all cheerful. The kid finished his job in about an hour and came next to us. "Richard, I can't come next Saturday morning, is it okay if I clean the pool in the afternoon instead?" he asked. "Sure, you make sure you score a few points then," I said, grinning. He stood there a moment, his mouth agape. "Hahaha, Riley actually invited me to the game, so I'll see ya there," I explained. "Oh, I was like, how does he know!?" he exclaimed. "No black magic here, hehe," I laughed. "Hehe. I was confused, because we talked about it earlier but I didn't remember telling you about the game," he said, combing his sweaty hair off his eyes. "Well, see ya then." He waved and ran to the garage, out to the street. "Trey is such a sweet boy," Cindy said. "Why would you say that?" I asked. "What? He's just nice, that's all," she exclaimed, letting out a sigh. "Let's go have a swim in our freshly cleaned pool," I said, getting up. "Okay," she said, smiling happily. ======== The next Saturday, I arrived as Riley was giving his team a pre-game pep talk. They were all in a circle but I didn't see Trey. A minute or two later, the coach sent his team to warm up. I waved at him and he motioned me to come to him. "Hey Richard, hello Cindy," he said as he shook my hand and gave a friendly kiss on Cindy's cheek. "Nice of you guys to come." "Hey, my pleasure. Man, I haven't been here in ages! I'm getting some strong nostalgia vibes," I said, looking around and finding everything almost just like when I had left it, two decades ago. I looked around and despite the fact that the game would start in about ten minutes, there wasn't many people in the stands. Back in my days, the place would've been packed with people: parents, friends, family, extended family, townsfolk. "Any player I might know?" I asked, looking at the kids shooting hoops. "Yeah, there's Markus Brownson," Riley said, pointing at a tall kid with brown hair. "Oh, Patrick's son?" I asked. "Yeah. And there's also Jenny and Robert's kid, Franklin who's over there," he said, pointing at a kid with light brown hair and freckles. "Heh, I can definitely see some of his dad in his looks," I said, struck by how much he looked like his dad at the same age. "And of course there's Trey," he said. "Where is he?" I asked, not having seen him yet. "He's right there, practicing passes with his teammates," he said, pointing at the kids a not five meters away from us. I looked them over and recognized Trey, no wonder I hadn't recognized him, he had gotten a haircut that completely changed his looks. He was sporting a bowlcut, a haircut increasingly popular nowadays. His mushroom-styled hair flopped around his head, his straight blond hair now cut straight above his eyebrows, he looked so darn cute. His hair was moving left and right as he moved his head to recieve and pass the ball. The short hair was shaven really close, almost to the scalp, making the contrast between the long and short hair even greater. "There he is!" I smiled, trying to contain my surprise. "Where is he?" Cindy asked, looking in that direction. "Over there," I pointed, "he's got a new haircut." "Awww! He looks so cute now!" she exclaimed. "You guys can take those seats over here to watch the game," Riley pointed to the first row near the home team bench. I sat down and saluted Patrick Brownson I recognized a few seats away. I then heard Riley blow his whistle and call his team. I looked at Trey as he walked toward his coach, facing us. He was wearing a basketball jersey that he had tucked in his shorts. His shorts were typical basketball shorts, made out of a thick silky fabric. I almost chocked when I saw his cock clearly outlined by the heavy fabric. There was no doubt he was wearing boxers underneath given how his penis was swinging left and right, pushing the silky fabric and giving a clear picture of his long penis moving lazily underneath. My god this kid was hung! "Alright team, last warm up before the game, give me thirty jumping jacks so we have no injuries today," the coach said. The kids all lined up and started doing what the coach asked. My eyes were glued on Trey and my mouth was dry, his hefty cock was bouncing up and down as he jumped, his silk shorts doing a poor job at hiding his endowment. "Rick?" Cindy asked, her voice shaking a little. "Yes?" I said, clearing my throat, trying to sound normal. "How... how old is Trey?" she asked, sounding puzzled. "I don't know, I never asked. Why?" "Just... just curious", she answered, crossing her legs and biting her lower lip. "He's in 8th grade, so thirteen or fourteen," I informed her. "Oh...," she said, her eyes still glued to him. I returned my gaze on Trey and just managed to catch his few last jumping jacks, not missing a beat of his impressive cock flopping beneath that layer of cloth. As the fabric fell back down on it, again clearly outlining its shape. It was long! And thick! Contrasting with his small five foot two body and kid stature, it looked huge! Needless to say, my own cock was not indifferent and rock hard at the sight of this. I looked at the other kids finishing the exercise. They all had little bumps, some bigger than others, but none of them had anywhere near as big of a package as Trey. I know there was a game going on, but I my attention was now solely on Trey. I was watching his big sausage move left and right, back and forth as he played the game. When he was not playing, sitting on the player bench in front of us, I couldn't help but stare at his newly cut hair. From the back, it was neatly cut, his longer hair falling down and cut straight at a height slightly above the top of his ears. I had never realized I fancied bowl cuts this much. The game eventually ended, but I could not tell who won, my attention had been devoted to Trey's dangling cock and cute mushroom haircut the whole time. The players eventually retreated to the lockers and I got up to say bye to Riley before I left. "Coach, Coach!" a boy running our way said, looking distressed, "Daniel sprang his ankle in the lockers!" Riley looked at me : "Would you mind coming to have a look at it?" he asked. "No problem, let's hope it's not serious," I said as I got up and followed the boy and coach. The kid up front was practically running, obviously in a hurry, looking back to make sure we were following at a steady pace. He opened the door to the lockers and when I stepped inside it was unusually quiet for a locker full of boys. The first room to our left was the showers, with an opening as large as the room itself and several shower heads on the three walls, unchanged from my time. No one was showering at the moment, they were all gathered around a tall kid with dark brown hair and eyes sitting down on a long wooden bench in front of the shower room, a towel around his waist, he was holding his ankle in pain. "What happened?" Riley asked the injured boy. "I slipped on the floor cuz it was wet," the kid answered. "Hold on, let me have a look at it," I said, getting closer. The boy let out a sigh and released his leg. I bent down to look at it and noticed there was no major swelling. "Riley, you might want to go get some ice," I said, feeling it might be necessary anyway. "On it!" he said as he ran to the exit. I took the young boy's feet in my hand and moved it slightly, making the boy hiss in pain. I tried feeling if there was anything broken or any signs of swelling. Then, I noticed the inner ankle showed signs of local inflammation, I gently touched it. "Ow! Ow!" the boy squealed. I used both my hands and gently compressed the zone that was swelling. "I have to compress your ankle until your coach comes back with the ice. It doesn't seem too bad, just a sprained ankle. The good thing is you were warmed up well before it happened, so it might have made it much less severe than it could have been," I said. "Oh..." the young boy exclaimed. "Move along boys, we got this," I said, dispersing the small crowd. The kids slowly went back to their lockers and resumed their activity. The sound of chatter started to fill the room, echoing around us. Riley came back and handed me a plastic bag with a block of ice. "That won't do, it can't be directly on the skin. Can you find a hand towel and make sure it's damp?" I asked. "Oh crap, that might be hard to find. I'll be back," he said as he once again bolted outside the locker room. "You'll have to apply ice for fifteen minutes every two to three hours," I said, looking directly at the kid who seemed worried. "You probably only stretched something, nothing severe." "Oh, okay," he said, frowning. I could see a few boys heading to the shower to my right from the corner of my eye. The sound of several shower heads being active started to fill the room. I moved the boy's foot delicately so it would rest on my thigh so I could apply better compression, although doing so made his towel part just enough that I now had a view of his junk. Despite his tall stature, he was still mostly immature down there, hairless pubic mound and boyish noodle, above small grape-sized balls. "Now you'll have to rest your ankle on a pillow or a cushion so it stays elevated, ideally," I said, looking at him. "Okay," he said, looking back at me with his large dark eyes. "Is he gonna be okay?" I heard Trey's husky alto voice ask right next to me. I turned to look at him and he was obviously heading for the shower with simply a towel around his waist. "Yeah, your friend should survive," I said, smirking. "I'm sorry Daniel. I feel bad," Trey said, looking repentant. "It's okay Trey, you didn't do it on purpose," he answered. "I know, but I still feel bad," he said, taking a pause, "I kind of pushed him just to kid around, he added, looking at me. "Hey, no worries, it looks pretty minor," I said. "Okay," Trey said, looking miserable. He then continued to the showers. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He had picked the first shower head to the left. He was now removing his towel and stepping under the water. It seemed it was too cold for his liking because he immediately jumped back. He put his hand under the running water and waited a few seconds. There he was, naked, his junk for everyone to see now freed of its confines, all I had to do was look in his direction directly... "I found a hand towel!" I heard Riley say, almost making me jump. Dang it, I couldn't look at the showers now! "Thanks," I said, turning to the other side to grab the damp towel. I took the ice and put it in the damp cloth and started hitting it on the wooden bench to crush some ice in it. After I felt the ice fracture in smaller chunks, I gently deposited it on his ankle. He hissed when he felt the cold cloth make contact with his skin. "You okay?" I asked, looking at him. "Yeah, it just surprised me," he answered. "Okay, you hold it like this for a few minutes. If it's not too painful you can walk on it, just be gentle. You might want to wait until you get home to take a shower," I said, smiling at him. "Yeah, okay," he said, smiling back weakly. "Thanks for your help, it's really handy to have you around," Riley said. "You could've done the same," I said. "Clearly not as well," he admitted. "You might want to tell his parents he's going to be a bit late out of the lockers," I said. "Oh yeah, good point," Riley said, turning around and walking out of the room. I then looked left, hoping to catch a glimpse of Trey's naked body, but he wasn't there anymore. There were three boys left showering. A short blond kid with an immature package, a pretty average-looking kid with a nice plump dick with a little tuft of hair above it and the last one was Franklin, the son of a couple I was friends with. He had pale skin with light brown hair, almost auburn, and a few freckles on his nose. He was of average height and build and had a pretty standard tween pecker. I was so disappointed I had missed my chance to see Trey's boycock when it had been so close. I had a pretty good idea of what it must look like, given I had spent the past hour looking at it move around in his silky basketball short, but I wanted to see it in the flesh so bad. "Alright, I'm going to head out. Now, Daniel, if you notice more swelling or coloration of your skin, go see Dr Harris," I said, patting the young boy's shoulder. "Okay. Thank you sir!" he said, giving me a big smile. "No problem. I wish you a speedy recovery," I said before I walked away. I found Cindy waiting near the trophy stand and we both left soon after. ======= When I got home, I was so horny, that when we changed into our bathing suit, I fucked Cindy. My dick had always felt adequate, but right now, as I looked at it coming in and out of her pussy, it felt... small. ======= A little after lunch, Cindy was sunbathing near the pool and I was reading in the shade when I heard the doorbell. I got up, guessing this was probably Trey who came for the pool maintenance, just as I thought, he was waiting as I opened the door. "Hi Richard," he said, stepping inside. "Hi Trey, how are you?" I asked. "Good, and you?" he answered politely. "Pretty good," I answered. "Good game this morning by the way." "Oh, yeah. We did good," he said as we crossed the house and stepped outside on the patio. "Coach Riley told me the team has been doing good this year," I commented. "Yeah, we've got a good team for sure! I just hope I didn't mess it up by injuring our best player!" he exclaimed. "Heh, he should make a pretty quick recovery. Give him two weeks and he'll be back in shape," I said, smiling at Trey who looked crestfallen. "I'm so dumb sometimes," he said, kicking a rock off the patio. "We all do dumb things, but pushing and playing around is normally just harmless fun," I said, trying to reassure him. "I guess..." he answered. "Oh, hi Trey!" Cindy said with her usual enthusiasm, seeing us walking the stairs down next to the pool. "You've got a new haircut. My god you are so cute now! It looks so cool!" "Heh, thanks," Trey said, blushing. "Come closer so I can see," she said, sitting up. Trey blushed even more and sat down next to Cindy on the lounge chair. "Is it Jenny who cut your hair?" she asked, her hand reaching to his head. "Yeah," he answered, letting Cindy caress his soft blond hair. She brushed his hair from the back and down, then under his mushroom, lifting the longer hair to reveal the shaven part underneath. "Oh, you got it shaved all the way up?" she asked, taking both her hands and lifting both sides of his mushroom top up, revealing that his hair was shaven short underneath all the way up the sides and back of his head. "Yeah, it feels nice like that," Trey answered, looking a bit uncomfortable. "And it looks awesome! My little brother too has a bowlcut like that too but your straight hair falls so much better," she said, combing his hair back down. Trey was simply blushing, looking a bit embarrassed. When Cindy seemed finished, he stood up and walked toward the storage shed and started working. I sat down on a lounge chair next to Cindy so I could get some sun as well. I watched Trey as he vacuumed the pool. He was again wearing his gray shorts, only this time his dick was moving more freely in them than previous times. He probably had boxers on underneath, just like this morning. I think the other times, he had probably always been wearing briefs. These shorts didn't reveal as much detail as his silk basketball shorts, but it was nice seeing his long and thick soft tube of flesh moving around underneath the fabric, although it obviously had less room in those. I had a book with me but I seldomly read it, preferring to watch Trey clean the pool. It was really hot this afternoon and the kid had gotten rid of his shirt only a few minutes after he started. Now, his torso was glistening with sweat as he was activating himself. I could see his young muscles flex as he manipulated the long pole with a net a the end to remove the junk floating in the pool. Despite his boyish stature, his biceps stood out, well-defined and just well-proportioned. His chest was also defined, but it still had the unmistakable boy shape, adorned with dime-sized nipples, only a few shade darker than his skin. It was a vision of pure masculine youth, especially with that huge bulge he sported. "I'm finished," he said, a while later. "My god it's hot!" he said, wiping his forehead wet with sweat. "Yeah, this is why it's always better to do that type of work in the morning," I said. "Can I have a drink? I'm really thirsty," Trey asked. "Sure, be right back," Cindy said, getting up and walking inside. I looked at the boy, he was still panting from the effort. Sweat was trickling down his young muscular chest. My eyes followed the droplets of sweat that had left the elastic band of his shorts wet. His bulge was only a meter away from me, at the same height as my eyes. "Here you go big boy," Cindy said as she ran down the set of stairs and handed Trey a bottle of water. "Big boy?" Trey asked, looking puzzled while taking the water. "Yeah, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she answered, sitting down on the lounge chair, her eyes zoning in on Trey's bulge, licking her lips and smirking. "Erm, yeah, I guess," he answered, oblivious to the double meaning. He opened the bottle and gulping down half of it. "Phew, so hot." "Hey, you know what, you could just cool off by jumping in the pool, do you have a bathing suit?" Cindy asked. "Erm... no I don't," he answered, looking down. "Well, bring one next time," Cindy said. "I... I don't have a bathing suit. There's no pool at school, or anywhere in town except the indoor one at the high school, so my mom never got me one. Also... don't make fun of me but... I don't know... I don't know how to swim," he said, looking somewhat ashamed. "What?" I exclaimed. "That's not good!" "It's not like I have a chance of drowning, there's no water for miles around," he answered nonchalantely. "You walk around an in-ground pool every Saturday, I'd say it's a pretty high risk," I said. "You need to learn how to swim. Tell you what, we're going to my sister for dinner later today, I'll see if maybe one of my nephews has an old one they don't use. Then Cindy can teach you how to swim." Trey looked at Cindy, frowning. "Don't underestimate her, she's an incredible swimmer," I said. "Yep," she said, smiling widely. "She even used to compete at her high school. She knows the proper techniques and all, she can teach you way better than I could," I said. "Oh, I'll think about it," Trey said, obviously not really enthusiastic at the idea. He drank down the rest of his water and left soon after. Later that day, when I asked my sister if one of the boys still had a swimsuit that would fit a middle schooler, she was puzzled. I told her it was for the pool boy I hired so Cindy could teach him how to swim, he didn't know how and had no bathing suit. She threw a fit at me, saying I was responsible for his safety and that I had been careless, how could I as a health professionnal, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, she gave me a bathing suit her youngest used to wear when he used to compete. In this town they had a pool at their school and I remember my nephew used to love swimming. Now at 17 I barely saw him anymore, he was out with his friends every time I visited my sister it seemed. The bathing suit, a white Speedo, looked a bit worn but usable. I handed it to Cindy to put in her purse, since I knew I would forget it if I just put it somewhere and needed to think about taking it before leaving. "This looks small, do you think it will fit him?" she asked, looking at the lycra garment. "Yeah, Speedos are pretty elastic," I said, handing it to her. "Ya but... he's not exactly... a small boy, you know," she said, unfolding it and suspending it to evaluate the size. I looked at her, frowning. Was she talking about his endowment? "Even if there isn't a lot of fabric, it should stretch enough to accommodate him," I said, clearing my throat. "Gary was wearing that all the way through middle school, so it should be fine." "If you say so," she said, putting the item in her purse. -------------- The following week, I was awaken by the sound of the doorbell. I rapidly threw on a bathrobe and ran over to the front door. Trey seemed surprised to see me like that as I opened the door. "Sorry, I was still in bed so I just put this on so you wouldn't have to wait," I said. "It's okay," he said, shrugging. "Oh, I think I forgot to recharge the battery for the weed eater, let me fix that real quick. You can start by using the lawnmower while it charges," I said, walking to the garage. Trey followed me and started taking out the gas can right next to me to fill up the mower. I noticed that I had indeed forgotten to plug in the weed eater. I reached behind the counter but as I reached forward on my tippy toes, my bathrobe got stuck on something and I felt it fall wide open as I bent down, right in front of Trey. I had to put both my hands on the wall not to loose my balance. I managed to push myself back up and noticed Trey was looking straight at my dick. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, rapidly closing my bathrobe. It was even more embarrassing since I had yet to empty my bladder and still had my morning erection. "It's okay," he said, smirking. I don't know if it was my imagination, but it seemed there was some pressure in his usual gray shorts as he rearranged his package. "I almost broke my neck," I said. "Sorry again about that incident. I guess at one point you were bound to catch one of us naked or in an embarrasing situation, we live here after all." "I guess," he chuckled as he poured some gas in the lawnmower, but with his arm pushing down on his mid section. It looked like... he had the beginning of a boner and was trying to hide it by pressing on it. I left him and went to relieve my bladder. I went to the bedroom and got dressed. Cindy still seemed fast asleep. How could she not have been awaken by the doorbell. "Cind," I said, shaking her. I shook her a bit more and she finally opened an eye. "You might want to get up, coffee will be ready in five minutes," I said. "Oh, okay," she said, sitting up. She was only wearing panties, her big breasts hanging freely. I left the room and walked over to the kitchen where I started a pot of coffee. I sat at the counter, waiting for it to be ready, and started reading the newspaper. "Richard, the mower won't start," I heard Trey said as he walked behind me. "Did you press the red button on the side to give him some gas first?" I asked. "Yeah, I pressed it like ten times," he said, sounding exasperated. "You probably flooded it. You'll have to wait for it to evaporate. Try again in a few minutes," I said. "In the meantime, want an orange juice?" "Oh, yeah, that'd be nice," he said, sitting down at the counter across from me. I poured him a glass and handed it to him. "Thanks," he said with a smile. He started drinking it while I finished the article I had started reading earlier. Then Cindy showed up in the kitchen, I looked up and saw she was still only in just her panties. "Oh!" she exclaimed when she noticed Trey sitting near me. "I'm sorry I didn't know Trey was here with you!" She used an arm to hide her naked chest and stepped back. I looked at Trey and laughed. He was staring at her, his mouth slightly agape. She then turned around and went to the bedroom. "I guess that's two in two this morning. Sorry about that," I said, laughing. Trey simply nodded as he took the last sip from his orange juice. "It's... it's okay," he said as he put down the glass. He stood up and left for the garage. A minute later I heard the sound of the lawnmower start in the front lawn. Cindy showed up in the kitchen dressed in a summer skirt and an orange tank top. "Thank god you decided not to continue the free nude show," I said. "I didn't know he would be in the kitchen with you!" she said defensively, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Hehe, I know, I'm just teasing. You know I like you walking around with your sexy body to see," I said, kissing her on the lips. "Humm," she exclaimed, amused. "Let's have our coffee outside, it's really nice," I said. We moved to the patio table and there was no doubt this would be another hot day. We were disturbed when Trey showed up and started mowing the backyard, I hated how loud these things were. But seeing the sexy young boy work a sweat made up for it. A few moments later, the sound finally died down as Trey was done with the lawnmower. He put it away and finished the job with the weed eater around the yard. "Phew," Trey said as he was finished, coming next to us, "it's really hot today. Can I have some water?" "Hey, sure, be right back," I said, going inside and back, handing him a bottle of water. He was removing his shirt and his upper body was glistening with sweat before he extended his hand to take the bottle. "Thanks," he said, eager to drink it. He wasted no time and drank half of it. I watched him, fascinated by his young muscles once more. I could never get tired of seeing this boy shirtless, his muscle definition was simply a model of beauty. He didn't yet have the broad shoulders and V shape, his chest was still very much boyish but he had great muscle definition, making him look like a very strong boy. "No basketball game this weekend?" I asked to make conversation. "No, but we do have one next weekend against Hinestown. Do you mind if I come Saturday after lunch to take care of the pool?" he asked. "No problem kid," I said, smiling at him. "We have practices almost every day this week. Hinestown has the second best team," he said, looking pensive. "Hey, you guys have your chances, your team is good," I said, smiling at him. "Yeah, I just hope Daniel's ankle has healed by then," he said, looking remorseful. "It should be good. But you might want to tell him to warm up really well before the game, just in case," I suggested. "Oh, okay. I'll be sure to tell him," he answered. "By the way, I found you a bathing suit. Cindy will show you how to swim once you're done cleaning the pool," I said. "Oh... Do I really have to?" he said, looking apprehensive. "You're working around a pool, not knowing how to swim is dangerous. Yes, you have to," I said sternly. "Oh, okay," he answered, not enthusiastic at all. "Hey, don't worry Trey! You'll have fun learning how to swim with me," Cindy said with her usually happy tone. "Yeah, Cindy's great, you can trust her. And besides, when you get to high school, you will have to take swimming at one point, better know how to swim before then," I added. "Oh... yeah, you've got a good point," he admitted. "Well, time to continue then." Trey put his half empty bottle of water on the table and headed off to the shed. He then started to vacuum the pool. "Hey Cind," I said, whispering. "Yeah?" she asked softly. "I get the feeling Trey may be afraid of water, or at least uncomfortable with it," I said. "Oh, you think?" she asked. "Yeah. You might want to take it slow and use your usual charm to make him feel at ease," I said. "Okay, we'll take it easy," she answered with a smile. An hour later, the pool was cleaned and Trey picked up his bottle of water to drink a few sips. "This is a great day for you to learn swimming Trey. It's hot, you'll see, you'll love it," I said smiling. "Heh, yeah. It's hot. I guess it will be nice," he said, looking unconvinced. "Cind, is the bathing suit still in your purse?" "Yeah," she answered, as she turned around toward me. "Alright, come with me Trey," I said, getting up. He followed me into the house. I spotted Cindy's purse on the counter. Going through it I fished out the bathing suit and handed it to Trey. He looked at it a few seconds, frowning. "You can go into the bathroom to change, see if it fits," I said. "It looks kind of small," he said, as he looked at it unfolded. "It's elastic. My nephew was pretty much your size when he used to wear it, so it should fit you alright," I said. "Oh, okay," he said, heading to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He came out about a minute later, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him, oh my god that bulge! It seemed almost comical, like he had stuffed it with a sock or something, it was protruding obscenely, stretching the fabric. "They seem to fit you fine," I said. "It's not too bad," he answered, tying the string at his waist. We got back outside and near the pool, where Cindy was sunbathing. She opened her eyes when she heard us. "Oh my god! You look so good in those! Like a mini champion diver!" Cindy exclaimed. Trey simply blushed at her comment. "I don't dive," he answered. "Well, if you can't swim, of course you don't hehe. But you're a gymnast, it's probably something you can do without knowing you can," I said. "But I don't land on my head as a gymnast, and you usually land head first when you dive, right?" he asked, perplexed. "Yeah, but you start with the basics and go on from there," I said. "You should totally show him how to dive!" Cindy said, excitedly. "Me?" I asked, puzzled. "Yeah, you're so good at diving honey," she said, smiling. "I'm alright, but certainly not great," I said. "Well, you're better than me," she said. "Well, one thing at a time. First he needs to learn how to properly swim. Diving happens in the deep end after all. If he wants to learn the basics, I can teach him. But that's up to him if he wants to learn then," I said. "Great!" she said, smiling, as she got close to the pool and touched the water. "Is the water cold?" Trey asked. "Oh, no, it's really nice. Here, come," she said, motioning him to touch the water as well. He bent down and ran his hand on the surface of the water. From my vantage point, I had a nice view of Trey's perky butt. "Alright, I'm leaving you in Cindy's competent hands, I need to make sure everything is alright at the pharmacy, I should be back for lunch," I said as I turned around and headed up the steps. "Yeah sure..." I heard Cindy say, letting out a sigh. "Huh?" Trey said, sounding puzzled. "He always says that but usually comes back at like 1, sometimes 2 O'clock. I'm so hungry sometimes!" she exclaimed. When I arrived at the pharmacy, I was glad I had come by because there were a lot of people and I was able to help out. Before I knew it, it was already past 1pm and figured I should leave if I didn't want Cindy to be mad at me. I stopped by Pete's pizza, knowing this would at least buy peace with Cindy who loved pizza. There would also be enough for Trey if he was still there. "I'm home!" I yelled, arriving with the pizza. I stepped outside in the backyard and saw Cindy was in the pool with Trey. She was holding him from underneath while he swam at the surface of the water. He was swimming a bit like a dog, his arms in front of him going up and down and moving his feet underwater. He looked so cute learning how to swim like a little kid. "Hey! You're swimming already Trey!" I exclaimed as I came down the stairs. "Oh hi hun. Is that pizza!?" Cindy asked, smiling excitedly. "Yep, come on and let's eat. Trey, there's enough for you too, you must be hungry. Do you like peperoni and cheese pizza?" I asked. "Yeah!" he answered excitedly. "Well, let's all eat on the patio table," I said as I got back up. I put the pizza on the table and went inside to get some plates. I also got some napkins and put everything on the table. I looked down at the pool and saw Trey walk to the ladder. He pulled himself out of the pool effortlessly. His body was glistening with water. The wet Speedo was clinging hard onto his mid-section and I noticed his penis now seemed to stand upwards and to the left, pointing at his hip. The material clung tightly and showed the rough outline of his soft tube. Maybe he had repositioned it like that because it was more comfortable? I personally always had my own dick pointing downward in my own bathing suit but maybe his size made it harder for him to keep it tucked down. Cindy got out right after him. They both reached for their towel and started drying themselves. I noticed Trey's hair was still dry, his bowlcut still looking sharp. Of course it was pretty normal he wasn't yet ready to go underwater, I thought. We all sat down to eat and Trey explained enthusiastically how Cindy had taught him all the moves he needed to learn how to swim. It was cute when he started mimicking the swimming pattern. He usually looked so serious, it was nice to see him smile for a change, I thought. When we were done, Trey thanked us for the meal and headed home. "How did it go?" I asked Cindy as I sat down to sunbathe with her. She had gotten rid of her bikini top and was lying on her front. "Really good," she said, using her elbows to lift herself up a little and look at me. "You think he's going to drown now?" I asked. "He's only had one lesson. I don't think he's gonna drown, but he needs to learn more," she said, with a serious look I've rarely seen her with. "Oh, okay. I guess you can show him some more next time he comes, if he can," I said. "He left the bathing suit in the bathroom, so I guess I'll wash it." "Yeah, he needs to practice some more. He's still scared you know," she said, looking sympathetic. That evening, I made sure to add the swimsuit to the load of laundry I was making. But I realized after I pulled it out of the dryer that it had seen better days. It seemed that wash cycle had ripped out the corner of the thin white lining on the front of the Speedo. I thought it looked bad so I just pulled on it and it came off. It was poorly glued on or maybe was just getting old. The lycra fabric still looked really good though. I just shrugged it off as mostly useless padding anyway and folded the bathing suit neatly. ---------- The following Saturday, I woke up at 8, early enough to have breakfast and coffee before the game. Still in bed, Cindy looked at me sleepily. "What time is it?" she mumbled. "Eight," I answered. "Are you going to work?" she asked, closing her eyes. "No, Trey has a basketball game this morning so I'll go encourage his team," I said as I got up. Her eyes opened swiftly when she heard Trey's name. "Oh, I'll go too then!" she said, smiling. She usually takes forever to get prepped in the morning but she somehow managed to do it quickly this morning for a change, but it had delayed the moment I had anticipated to leave. When we arrived, the teams were already warming up on the basketball court. I spotted Trey immediately, his blond bowlcut standing out. As we got closer, it quickly became obvious that Trey was once again wearing boxers under his basketball shorts, as his big cock seemed to be moving freely under the silky fabric. I sat down at the same place as last week, right next to the home team bench. Riley saw me and waved with a smile as he gave his team a few more exercises to warm up. Again, I found myself focused mostly on Trey the whole time. Whether he was playing, where I could look at his impressive junk dancing behind the curtain of his shorts, or his sandy blond hair flopping as he moved, his bolwcut following his movements but delayed as his longer hair fell back straight, or when he was on the bench, catching his breath and looking cute. I didn't really pay attention to the score, but it seemed the team had managed another victory as the final buzzer rang and the home team cheered. The players retreated to the lockers and I went to say hi to Riley. "Good game again today," I congratulated him. "Yeah, the team really went all in," he said, smiling proudly. Unfortunately, or fortunately I should say, no player injured himself in the lockers, giving me no reason to go in there. On the way back, we ran into car problems, as my car started overheating. I had it towed to the nearest garage. Fortunately the guy who runs this is a friend and lent me a car, saying he would have a look at it. I was a bit frustrated, since this car is not even a year old. Cindy complained the whole time that she was hot, not really helping my mood. Fortunately, after lunch, Trey showed up as promised, switching me to a much better mood. He cleaned the pool and I informed him Cindy would give him swimming lessons again, and until he would become confident enough with his abilities. He changed into the swimsuit and I gave him a towel. As I got next to the pool, I saw him dip his toe and wince. It had rained all day yesterday, and I knew the temperature of the pool had dropped. "The pool might be a little colder today," I said. Cindy just dove into the water and came out letting a sigh of satisfaction. "Oof! This is so refreshing," she commented. Trey looked at her, hesitated a moment and jumped awkwardly in the shallow section of the pool, making a splash. "EEEK!" he cried, "cold!!!" He then ran over to the ladder and pulled himself out, looking cold. My eyes went big when I looked at his bulge. The white Speedo, now wet, had become a lot more transparent. That liner I thought serve no purpose, except maybe comfort, actually served to offer more privacy. It most certainly wasn't this see-through last week. If Cindy had noticed, she gave no sign she did. The swimsuit was now leaving little to the imagination. I could see each of his balls, they were rather large, about walnut sized. Above them stood the large root of his cock, tapering a little as the thick shaft continued up a few inches to the left and stopped right at his hip. It was just clear enough for me to see he still had his foreskin and a small patch of pubes. My god this kid is hung! "The water is too cold!" the young boy complained. "Hahaha, stop being a baby!" Cindy laughed, splashing water in his direction. "AAAH!" Trey squeaked on a high pitch. He then started laughing and ran around the pool, where Cindy caught up with him and kept splashing him, making him squeal once more. "Okay, stop! I'm coming!" he yelled as he walked back over to the shallow section. "Come on, jump!" Cindy said, extending her arms. Trey looked uncertain for a moment, but seemed to gather his courage and jump near Cindy, where she managed to catch him. I sat down a moment while Cindy was helping him practice. She was holding him afloat by supporting his chest and belly while he swam and giving him advice. "Alright, I'm going to the pharmacy, I'll be back for lunch," I said. "Yeah, okay. See ya later hun," Cindy said, not lifting her gaze from Trey. Again it was a busy Saturday and I managed to get out of there it was past 2 o'clock. When I arrived home, Cindy was sunbathing on a lounge chair next to the pool, unsurprisingly, Trey was gone. What was surprising, is when I come home late on Saturdays, Cindy is usually mad at me, but she seemed in a good mood, humming happily. "I'm really sorry Cind, I had to help out for a while," I said as bent down and kissed her on the lips. "It's okay. I know you have a business to run. You take the time you need," she said, smiling back at me as I broke the kiss. I smiled, glad she finally seemed to understand my point of view. Was she finally getting reasonable? "Did you eat without me?" I asked. "Yeah, I did. Now you can't expect me to starve," she said, laughing slightly. "No, I told you. You don't have to wait for me when I'm taking too long. It's okay that you ate already." I kissed her again and left to fix myself some lunch. ----------- I had a call on Monday about my faulty car, apparently my water pump had died and needed to be changed. He had to order it and wouldn't arrive until the following week. I was a bit frustrated, even though it was still under warranty, I would have to drive the courtesy car and it was far from luxurious. The following weekend was very similar to the previous week. I went to work on Saturday morning as usual. Unfortunately, the cashier wasn't feeling well so I sent her home at noon. I had to replace her and decided to stay until we close the pharmacy. A few minutes before the store closed, I came out of the backstore as I heard someone come up to the cash register. I was surprised to see Trey there. "Hey, hi Trey," I said, smiling at the boy. "Oh, eh, hi Richard. What are you doing here? I though you usually left at the beginning of the afternoon on Saturdays," he said, smiling awkwardly. "I had to fill in for a sick employee. Oh, buying another box of condoms are you? Used them all already? Hehe," I teased him. "Heh, yeah," he said, blushing madly. I noticed he had chosen a box of 12 Magnum XL. They do come cheaper per unit in this format, but I thought it was funny he thought he would need so many. "That will be 12.68$" I said, amused. He handed me the money and smiled as he left. I don't usually talk to Cindy about anything related to the pharmacy, but I couldn't resist telling her about Trey buying a large box of condoms. "Hahaha, he's such a little stud," Cindy laughed. "Well, at least he's a responsible one," I said, laughing as well. That night I fucked Cindy hard picturing Trey fucking some girl. He seemed so well-endowed, I wondered what girl his age would not be scared away by the sight of it. Soft he was already impressive, was he a shower and barely gaining anything when he's hard? Probably, I thought, given it's already impressive soft size based on what I could discern behind his Speedo. -------------- I finally managed to get my car back on Tuesday after work. I usually finish at 9pm, but I left early so I could get my car back. One block away from home, I saw Trey on his bike heading in the opposite direction, I wondered what he was doing in the neighborhood. He looked so cute, his hair in the wind like that. Cindy was surprised to see me home early even though I had told her that I was getting my car back today. The next Saturday, Trey called in the morning asking if he should come, since it was raining. I told him he could come by tomorrow or Monday. He said he could make it tomorrow morning no problem, so we hung up. I got up and decided to go to the pharmacy, as usual. There were a few clients, nothing out of the ordinary. One employee wanted to finish earlier for her mom's anniversary and since I had nothing better to do, I offered to replace her. That meant I would stay here all day. I called Cindy to let her know, thinking she would complain but she was surprisingly comprehensive. I smiled thinking she was finally seeing my side of things with work. As I was putting away the dishes after dinner that day, I noticed there was an empty bottle of water in the garbage. Trey hadn't been here today, so that was odd, Cindy never drinks water. If she does, she drinks sparkling water. I opened the fridge and there was still plenty of that. I brushed it off, thinking it must have been one Cindy threw away after finding it lying around. When I woke up Sunday morning, the sun was back, brightening up my mood. I got up and made coffee, while Cindy stayed in bed, as usual. Trey showed up a bit later than usual. He started cutting the grass immediately with his usual hard-working determination. I sat outside at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. "Mornin," Cindy said a little while later, sitting down at the table next to me, coffee mug in hand. She seemed half asleep, looking away at the distance, pensive. "You tired baby?" I asked. She looked at me a moment. "No why, do I look tired?" she asked, looking worried about her looks. "Haha, no. You're just quiet," I said. "Oh, well I haven't had my first cup yet," she said, smiling like her usual self. I could take a whole day to read the paper, I always took my sweet time reading every article, doing the crosswords and always having a look at the classified ads as well. I decided to take a break, put my bathing suit on and lie down to sunbathe on a lounge chair when Trey was almost done cleaning the pool. Of course it may have been motivated by my desire to perv on Trey's sexy boy body. He came out of the house wearing the white skimpy bathing suit. The material was still dry so it was still impossible to see through. None the less, his bulge was again a lovely sight. I envied the girl who could see him in all his glory. He waited for Cindy to show up in her bathing suit and jumped in the water. He had obviously gained some confidence, which I found reassuring. He was still only swimming in the shallow section though. I had to admit I was a bit jealous of Cindy who had the chance of touching his sexy body to teach him swimming techniques. He proved a few times he could swim in the deep end on his own, but never swam too far from Cindy. Another thing he was now comfortable doing, is put his head under water. It made his mushroom haircut cling onto his head like a bathing cap. A while later, Cindy got out of the pool and told Trey he could keep swimming until he was tired of it. She sat down on the lounge chair next to me and relaxed. She was smiling and keeping an eye on the kid. Trey kept getting out of the pool and jumping back in, like any kid would. I sure wasn't complaining, every time he got out, his bathing suit clung to his goodies, reminding me what a big boy he is. At one point I noticed Cindy looking at me. I realized I had an erection, and you could see it through my Speedo. I immediately sat up and crossed my legs. She just seemed to find it funny. "My god, it's so hot today. And it's making me thirsty," she said as she got up and left. "Do you mind bringing me back a beer?" I asked. "Sure thing," she smiled. I then looked at Trey who had decided to step on the diving board. He was looking at the water apprehensively. I focused on his penis, marveling at just how beautiful it was behind that semi-transparent layer of fabric. It was making my own throb in my bathing suit. I opened up my legs looked down at my blue Speedo, my hard dick now had pretty much the same disposition as his, it was pointing up and to the left. I looked at the two successively, and couldn't tell which one was bigger. Although I couldn't verify it, I assumed Trey was very much soft on his end, since it always looked like that. The fact that this young boy's soft cock was more or less the size of my own when hard made me feel strange, it was a mix of envy, admiration and desire. When I looked back up, Trey was looking at me with a goofy smile. I rapidly crossed my legs to hide my erection. I lay down and closed my eyes, until a moment later I felt a shadow cast on me. "Aren't you going to go for a swim? You're all dressed up for it," Trey asked. "Er.. yeah, I was about to," I said, getting up. I went to the side of the pool and dipped my foot in it, definitely a nice temperature. I went to the stairs and lowered myself in, while taking my time. Trey jumped right after I was completely in the water. He smiled at me and swam around. "You can swim pretty good now," I commented. "Yeah, I'm glad Cindy taught me," he said. I was watching Trey swim, he was making circles around me, smiling. "Hey, wait a minute, you're touching the bottom," I said, realizing he was mostly just walking with his head above water, pretending to swim. He just giggled. "Throw him in the deep end Rick!" I heard Cindy yell. I grinned and took the boy from under his arms and threw him as far as I could go in the deep end. "AAAAAAAA!" he yelled as I threw him. For a moment I was worried but let out a sigh when I saw him reemerge with a smile, swimming my way. Once he got closer, I took him in my arms and threw him again, making him laugh. He was heavier than I had anticipated, I could feel he was a strong boy, his teen muscles felt tight to the touch. "Again!" he laughed as he swam back in my direction. Then started a game of throwing him in the deep end over and over, until I was feeling myself getting tired. The boy seemed delighted and looked a bit bummed when I told him I needed a break. "Phew," I said as I sat down on a lounge chair, "that's a lot of work for a Sunday." "Oh right, it's usually your only full day off," Trey said as he pulled himself out of the pool. Again my eyes were drawn to his crotch. The wet fabric just showed show much. It then occurred to me that he would probably realize I was staring at his penis, so I looked to my right, where Cindy was lying down, she was looking at Trey and smiling. "I need to go to the bathroom and have to think about heading home," Trey said, excusing himself and heading inside the house. "Your money is on the table!" I yelled. "Okay," he yelled back as he closed the patio door. "Isn't Trey the cutest boy there is?" Cindy asked, giggling. "He's a lucky kid, that's for sure, he's a sexy boy alright," I said without thinking. I then realized I shouldn't have answered honestly. But Cindy wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, she would probably think nothing of it. Trey showed up a minute or two later, dressed in his clothes. "Alright, thanks for lesson Cindy, see ya guys," he said as he went back inside. Cindy then got up and sat on my lounge chair with me, french kissing me. She then grabbed dick through my bathing suit. "Heh, what's with you? You rarely want to fool around in the afternoon," I said, laughing. "Humph, I'm just horny so fuck me," she answered. So I did, or more like she did. She shoved down my bathing suit and lowered herself on me, where she rode my dick until I came. ---- The next Thursday, after I came home from work, I went to put clothes to dry on the clothes line, when I noticed a white Speedo on the patio. I picked it up and it was still wet. This was undoubtedly Trey's, but how was it here? He took it with him last Sunday. I put it back where I found it and went back inside and opened the garbage can. In it was an empty bottle of water. Trey had... been here today. I looked in the living room and Cindy was busy watching some sitcom. "Cind," I said calmly as I sat down on the couch next to her. "Yeah?" she asked absent-mindedly. "Was Trey here today?" I asked. "No, why would he be here? He comes on Saturday you silly," she laughed, focusing her attention back on her show. She was lying. "Oh... right. Well, I'm off to bed, g'nite," I said, giving her a kiss and getting up. "Nite," she said, smiling back at me. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited a few seconds and stepped out of the bathroom. I then saw Cindy come back in the house from the patio door, in her hand she was holding the white Speedo. I looked at her and she had a "deer in the headlights" look when she saw me. "Care to explain?" I asked. "I... I... I..." she started saying, she was about to cry. "Hey, hey, hush, calm down," I said, giving her a hug, "I'm not mad... I'm just... a bit jealous," I said. She wiped the tears that had started forming. "Baby I'm so sorry..." she said. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I... I kind of wish it was me," I admitted. "You... you did?" she asked, incredulous. "Yes..." "So I'm not the only one who finds him so hot!?" she asked. "Definitely not, he's really sexy," I said. "I know right!" "Yeah, what I really want to know though, is how did this start?" I asked. "I can tell you all about it, let's go in the bedroom," she proposed. "Okay," I said. I went to the bathroom, turned off the shower and joined Cindy in the master bedroom. She then proceeded to tell me how it started: "It was second day I gave him lessons. For some reason the Speedo had become see-through since that first time he wore it. So here we were in the pool, he was swimming on his own. I was telling him to go swim in the deep end, and so he did. Then he asked if I thought he could jump in the deep end, so I told him ya, u go try. At first he was only letting himself fall close to the edge of the pool, it was really cute. Then he started jumping further every time. At one point, he went to the diving board but he got scared I think cuz he was staying there. I was near him in the water and told him : You know we can totally see your dick through your swimsuit. He looked down, his eyes got all big and his face went all red, I was laughing so much! Then he jumped, cuz I think he was shy about it. I went to the side of the pool and got out and got dry, because I was getting cold. I told him he needed to take a break too and get out. He said, do I have to? Yeah, it's been long enough, I told him. He did get out, but was hiding his swimsuit with his hands. Then he was like, maybe I should wear underwear underneath? No, I told him, that would be super uncomfortable. It's okay that we can see your curves, I mean, my bikini shows all mine! I told him. Boys like to see them and girls love to see what guys have too, you know, and you have A LOT to offer it looks, hehe". "Really? You told him that?" I asked. "Yeah, it was so cute, he was blushing like crazy", she answered, laughing. "Then I was like, there's no point hiding it Trey, I've seen it a lot a already, no need to be shy and stuff. So to tease him I started tickling him, and he's really ticklish because he started laughing and squirming. He tried pushing my hands off and I saw why he was being so shy, he had a hard on! First I laughed cuz it was funny but then I had a good look at it and I just stopped and said something like: Oh my god Trey! I mean, the thing was coming out of his bathing suit straight up to his belly button, but he was quick to hide it again. I swear Rick, this kid has the biggest cock I have ever seen!" Wow, I thought, Cindy had seen her fair share of cocks, and SHE thought this... this kid... had the biggest one!? She continued: "So, then he was like: What?... but he looked so cute all red and shy. But I was spacing out. Is there something wrong with it? he asked me. He looked so worried, the poor kid. So I'm like : No! No, I don't... think so, let me see it again? I really wanted to have another good look at it. He put his hands away but he had managed to stuff his dick back in his bathing suit. But just as his hands went to his sides, his dick popped out, trying to stand straight up. I swear I got so horny seeing that thing, I just had to touch it! So... yeah, when I took it in my hand, it felt so big! I mean, no offense but yours is nowhere near that thick. Trey had a look of surprise when I started playing with it. I told him : It looks way too cramped in those, it can't even stay inside your bathing suit, so you might as well get rid of it. So I slowly pulled it down for him but he stopped me : No, people will see! he said. Then I pointed around, what people? I mean, we live on a dead end, no houses can see in our yard, they're all in front. So he started looking around but didn't seem convinced, so I told him I sunbathe in the nude all the time, and to prove it, I removed my bikini top." "But you never sunbathe completely nude, topless yeah, but not nude, not that I would complain," I added, grinning. "I know, but HE doesn't know that, and I wanted to see him naked so bad! He's both cute and hot and he had me all wet you know... So there I was, topless and he was staring at my boobs, like hypnotized. I resumed pulling down on his bathing suit and he didn't resist. He just stepped out of it once it was down to his feet. I removed my own bikini bottom so he wouldn't be the only one fully naked. And now that we both were, I looked him over good. Rick, he's so fucking sexy! He's buffed, is super cute and has a really really big cock, like... huge!" "Wait, how big is it exactly?" I asked, excited by the story. "I don't know! Like this maybe," she said, holding her hands apart. It didn't seem right, I thought, staring at the very respectable gap between her palms. "That's not possible, he's still just a kid," I said, despite having seen it soft behind his revealing Speedo so many times and swinging heavily behind his silky basketball shots, I still had trouble reconciling this with reality, this boy had to be hung like few other, and undoubtedly way more than me. "No, I swear, it's this big," she reiterated, her hands wide apart. "Fuck that kid is hung," I exclaimed. "Yes! And oh my fucking god I love playing with his big cock! Anyway, where was I? Oh yea, so there I was, playing with it. You know, it's completely different from yours, it feels big in my hand and when I grab it, there's still a lot more cock left, so I can play with it with my other hand too! But he was just letting me touch him, I figured he was shy so I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. That's when he started playing with my boobs. I don't think he had ever played with any before, haha. Anyway, so I told him he should get dry so we can have some fun. I grabbed his towel and started drying him, first his hair, and then I moved down, taking my sweet time drying his nice cock, and then moved down until his cute feet were dry. Then I pulled him inside the house and to the bedroom." "And he fucked you?" I asked, my throat dry. "Oh fuck yeah!" She answered seductively, smiling happily. "How... was it?" I asked timidly. "Oh my fucking god Rick, they say the first time sucks right? At least mine did," she said. "Yeah, mine wasn't exactly a success," I admitted. "Well, he gave me the fuck of my life!" she said looking giddy. "At first it was kind of awkward, cause his cock was filling me like, more than anything before, and he was just going in and out a little. But after I told him what to do, that boy fucked me so good!" "Oh..." I said, filled with jealousy. "You're a good lover baby!" she said, sensing my feelings. She grabbed my stiff dick and caressed it gently. "Yeah... I think I'm doing okay with what I've got," I said, but with shaken confidence. "Yeah, you do okay. AND you give awesome head," she grinned. "But... Trey fucks better than me?" I asked, blushing. "Oh yeah! He's in another league!" she blurted. "Ah..." I said, looking down. "But baby, it's normal cuz he's so much bigger than you! And I still like our lovemaking!" she said, taking hold of my dick and jerking me off slowly. I was slowly processing this, trying to picture Trey plowing my girlfriend with his big cock. "Are you jealous?" she asked, now masturbating me. "Maybe.. yeah," I admitted. "Oh baby. But Iove YOU. And I wish you could know how it feels to be fucked by Trey, it's so amazing!" she said as she used her other hand to caress my balls. "Oh! Maybe you can!" I looked at her a bit puzzled, not sure what she was thinking. "Guys can be fucked too you know, my cousin Ben is into guys and told me he loves getting buttfucked!" she said, smiling widely. "What? But... it's not something I've ever done, and it's not very... manly," I said, frowning. But in reality, I was extremely excited by that thought, which was strange given I had never really thought about that. "But, would this be something he'd want to do?" I asked, looking straight at Cindy. "Hehe, I don't know but I have the feeling he likes you too," she grinned. "Eh? How!?" I asked, confused. "Well, he often asks about you when we fool around," she said with a smile. "Really? Like what?" I asked, curious. "Like, does Rick likes getting sucked? Do you sometimes play wit his butt? What does his dick taste like?" I had my eyes wide open, in disbelief. "Oh fuck, really?" I asked, doubtful. "Yeah! I thought he was just being curious," she answered. "I... I think you're right, he might actually be interested, or opened to it. Now that I think about it, I recall something that happened weeks ago; he saw my dick by accident one morning. He stared at it and I think it made him hard," I explained. "Oh, let's do a threesome!" she said, getting giddy. "How? We can't simply invite him in our bedroom next Saturday morning," I said, loosing hope. "No?" Cindy asked innocently. "No, it requires some tact not to scare him away," I said. "Oh, you're right," she agreed. "When was your next meeting with him?" I asked. "Oh, Saturday morning when you would leave for work," she smiled. "Oh, then maybe you could tell him then that I found out about you two but I'm not mad, I just want to be part of it. Think you can do that?" I asked, looking at Cindy straight in the eye. "Yeah, I think so. I'll tell him as he fucks me, if I can manage, haha. I mean, I get so fucking high on sex when he breeds me with his huge cock," she said, grinning. "So if he's interested and wants to fool around with me too, call me at work and I'll bolt right back here in a flash," I said. "Okay, that's gonna be so hot! I've never seen two guys together!" Cindy said excitedly. "Well, I've never been with a guy, so that will be a first for me too," I added. "Fuck, Trey is so hot Rick, I'm so excited about this!" "Yeah, he's a hottie," I concurred. "But I'm kind of scared to take something up my butt, especially Trey if he's a big as you said." "Oh? You've never played with your butt?" she asked. "Nope." "Never?" she pressed on. I shook my head no. "Well, I can fuck you with my vibrator," she said as her hand went down between my legs and I felt a finger tickle my butthole. "Eh... o... okay," I said, blushing. She grinned widely and grabbed her purse. She fished out a beige vibrator from it. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed, brandishing the object. It looked pretty standard, about the length of my dick but definitely thinner. She put it in her mouth and started sucking it suggestively. She then scooted over and motioned me to pull my leg up. She reached down and put it right at my back entrance. She then pressed in and the tapered tip penetrated me. "Oh!" I exclaimed, surprised by the feeling. As she pushed it inside me, I felt a slight burning sensation. She pushed it until I felt her fingers that held the base. She held it there a second or two and slowly withdrew it, to plunge it back in after a few inches. Then she kept on, in and out, in and out. It felt kind of nice, except it wasn't as slick as I would have liked, it burned a little. I took a mental note to buy some lubricant if I were to have anything bigger up there. She then surprised me by turning it on. "Ooh!" "Hehe, do you like the vibration?" she asked. "It's nice, but I think just going in and out feels better, since it makes it kind of numb with the vibration on, so much so that I can barely feel it anymore. Maybe it's more of a girl's thing" I said. "Yeah, it feels so good when I rub it on my clit," she said. Cindy managed to bring me to orgasm surprisingly quickly. I loved the new sensations this provided. I came pretty hard, probably fueled by the story and the stimulation. ------------ On Saturday morning, I was a nervous wreck. I tried to act as normal as I could when Trey knocked at the door and I let him in. "Hi," he said as he stepped inside. He looked at cute as ever: a good head shorter than me, his blond hair with his cool mushroom haircut, his almond-shape hazel eyes and small nose, his soft boyish skin. "Hi," I answered. Was I blushing? I hoped not. He continued to the garage. I took my coffee outside while reading the newspaper but my mind kept drifting off: What if he refuses? What if he freaks out? What if he hates me? Fortunately, Cindy got up at one point and joined me on the patio. Her usual cheerfulness made me feel better for some reason. Trey was pushing the lawnmower at the back of the yard now. "Oh my god we're going to have so much fun!" Cindy whispered to me, giddy. Her enthusiasm helped me relax. "Maybe you can tell him he won't need a condom today," I proposed, "you're still on the pill right?" "Oh yeah," she approved. Once I finished my cup of coffee, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I came in the backyard to say bye to Cindy. I waved at Trey who was already cleaning the pool. I had a really hard time focusing at work. There were barely any customers, thank god, I would've probably done a bad job. But it also seemed to make time pass even slower. I went to one of the alleys and picked up an enema. I went to the staff bathroom and used it, hoping it wouldn't be for nothing, I really wanted this. Then, at almost 11, I was told by the cashier that Cindy was on the phone for me. I picked it up nervously. "He's in," Cindy said, letting out a high-pitch laugh. My heart leapt and I drove home faster than I ever had. Fortunately, it's only 5 minutes away. As I got out of the car and started walking toward the house, my heart was beating hard. I would finally be able to see Trey completely naked. Not only that, but I would have sex with him! I wondered, was he really as big as Cindy had described him to be? Surely she was exaggerating, he couldn't be this big. Would he be gentle with me for my first time? My mind was racing as I turned the doorknob. Immediately as I pushed the door, I heard Cindy moaning and yelling: "AH! HUUMPH! YES!!" I heard her scream. I rapidly closed the door behind me and walked silently to the source of the noise, the master bedroom at the end of the corridor. The bed was straight in view as I walked toward it. I could see Trey's boy stature from the back, driving his hips hard back and forth between Cindy's open legs. She was screaming of pleasure like I had never heard her before. Trey's little ass cheeks flexed and a dimple formed on each cheek when he drove his hips forward. He was not holding back and his hips were slapping her hard after every thrust forward. Cindy then spotted me after I had been watching for like a minute from the door. She smiled widely at me, obviously in great pleasure. Trey seemed alerted and turned his head. When he saw me, he stopped and froze. He looked worried and looked down in shame. "It's okay, it's okay, keep going," I said reassuringly. Trey suddenly seemed shy, the confidence he had displayed while fucking her a moment ago, vanished. "I... I'm sorry..." Trey said, looking straight at me, a look of regret in his eyes. "Hey, it's okay! Cindy is fine with it, and I'm fine with it," I said as I sat down next to them on the bed. "I thought you had talked to him Cind." "She did, but when I saw you, it suddenly hit me you'd probably be mad at me for cuckolding you," he said, looking so damn cute. "It's okay, I've forgiven you for that already. I can't expect you to control your urges like a pro at your age, how can a guy resist her?," I said, smiling at him, "look at her, just look at her, isn't she hot?" "Yeah, she's hot," he said, smiling. "Look at those magnificent boobs," I said, reaching out and caressing her chest. "Take a hold of them." Trey giggled and took one in his hand. He massaged one breast while I did the other. This went on for a good minute, we then looked at each other and grinned. I then looked down between their legs where they connected, the large root of Trey's cock was the only part visible, he was still almost all the way in her. "I was told you are quite the stud," I said to Trey, looking him directly. He simply blushed and laughed a little. "Cind told me you really know how to use it," I smiled. "Would you mind showing me that big penis of yours?" Trey giggle on a high pitch and nodded enthusiastically. He then slowly withdrew from Cindy. I had my eyes locked on the large pole he was progressively pulling out. I watched in amazement as I saw inch after inch of thick cock coming out of her pussy. He was going at a snails pace! Probably just to tease me! When I thought I would see the glans, I was surprised there was still more shaft to go, and then some more, and more... until it had to be all, but no, he kept pulling out, until at last, I spotted the head of his cock, it plopped out and sprang up, his erection hard as steel and straight as a ruler. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. This was worthy of a pornstar! And he was still a young boy, although the growth of this particular part of him could very well be done already, given how mature it was. The long shaft was glistening with pussy juice, below a small fist-sized bush, his penis looked so damn enormous on his boyish body. It was straight and the foreskin partly covered his glans. My theory of Trey being a shower where his dick would simply get hard with barely any gain was of course shattered. This was way bigger than what I had seen soft through his white Speedo. I couldn't help myself and reached out to touch his magnificent piece of meat. Now I understood why Cindy felt compelled to touch it too, this cock was screaming: touch me to see if I'm real! And boy was it definitely real. It felt like an english cucumber, completely filling my fist. I gently pulled down to reveal his moist purple glans. "May I?" I asked, approaching my head. He nodded enthusiastically, smiling goofily. I opened wide and engulfed as much cock as I could, until I felt the tip tickle the back of my mouth. There was still much shaft to go but that's all I could fit in my mouth without swallowing it. "Humph," he squeaked. It felt so beefy in my mouth. I had to open wide to accommodate it. I took a moment to appreciate the fact that I was finally able to touch Trey's cock. Not only that, but I had it in my mouth, and what a cock he had! I could taste Cindy's pussy on it but also something else, not very strong but most definitely sexy. This was Trey, that was him I was tasting! And he tasted so nice, manly but still soft, just like he was. I kept sucking and sucking, like a starving baby, I've been desiring this cock for so long, I couldn't get enough of it. But there was still a lot to go, and there was no way I would attempt to swallow that. It was too big and I was inexperienced at sucking dicks, I could already feel my jaw ache a little. But I wouldn't let that diminish my enjoyment of the situation, I ran my tongue all over his large glans, the tip going right underneath the helmet. "Hehe, that tickles," Trey giggled. His glans was like the rest of his cock, oversized. It made it easy to use the tip of my tongue to lick under the ridge of the helmet. I then licked the very tip of his cock before engulfing it into my mouth as far as I could. "Humm," he moaned. I was sad that I couldn't take more in, I only had just half of it in my mouth, and that's all I could take. Nevertheless, I worked with what I could with enthusiasm, bobbing back and forth on it over and over. At one point I saw Cindy unbutton my pants and pull down on them. I lifted my hips to facilitate her job and they easily slipped off. She then removed both my socks before coming closer and motioning me to put my arms up. I released Trey's cock from my mouth and let Cindy remove my shirt. Trey looked at me, an obvious erection tenting my briefs. Cindy then took the elastic band and pulled on them, removing them and throwing them on the ground. "Here we go, we're all naked now," she laughed. Trey had turned toward us and his eyes were fixated on my dick. "It's not very big, I know," I said, looking at his and mine in succession. "It's nice," he said, his husky boy voice resonating in my mind. "Can I... put it next to yours?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. We both got on our knees and approached our cocks from one another. I reached out, pushed down on both our cocks, put his huge cucumber alongside my pecker, the difference was staggering. The tip of his penis was pressing against my groin, both dicks alongside each other, touching, mine only a bit more than half the length of his and considerably thinner. If I were to give a comparison, it looked like a pickle next to a burrito, the difference in size felt huge! "Fuck," I exclaimed, "I can't believe how big it truly is." "Heh," Trey said, blushing. "Oh, yeah, he's super hung!" Cindy added. I took both our cocks in my hand and appreciated the difference in girth, his completely filled my fist while mine felt just so much smaller in comparison. Trey then took my dick in his hand and started caressing it with interest. I felt Cindy's hand join mine on Trey's cock, we were both able to take it in our fist, one hand next to the other along the length of his cock, Cindy at the base and me right above it, and yet, his glans was still visible beyond. "Isn't this the nicest cock Rick?" Cindy asked with a huge smile. "It's amazing," I said, caressing it with her along its length, admiring just how much of it there was. It was incredible that it belonged to a sexy early teenager. "It feels so fucking amazing when you're being fucked with it. Are you ready to try it?" she asked, looking at me. "Eh..." I hesitated, looking at the intimidating organ in front of us, "y... yes," I blushed. "Yay!" Cindy cheered. "Let's get this baby wet first," she said, bending down and taking Trey's cock in her mouth. I watched her suck that big cock, and just like me she could only manage maybe half in her mouth. I looked around and saw my pants on the ground. I picked them up and retrieved a bottle of lube I had taken at the pharmacy from my pocket. I looked at Cindy bob back and forth on the young boy's cock and brought my head closer, wanting some of it too. I brought my face to the root of his cock and started licking the base. Cindy then started to lick his cock on all its length, and soon both of us were licking Trey's magnificent rod, coating it all with saliva. It was so hot to worship this young teenager's huge cock with my girlfriend, our tongues gliding on his virility. As we did, I poured some lube on my fingers and coated my pucker with it. I pushed a finger in, then two, to prepare me for the invader to come. After a little while I felt my hole was ready. "How... how do you want me?" I asked the boy. "Eh, I don't know, I've only ever done it with Cindy," he answered. "Well, you can take him like you take me. Lie on your back Rick," she said, grabbing a pillow. I handed the tube of lube to Trey, who looked at it with a puzzled look. "It's lube, to make it more slippery," I explained. "Oh," he said. "Let me," Cindy said, taking the bottle. She squirted some in her hand and coated Trey's mighty cock with it. I lay down on my back, and rest my head on a pillow. I lifted my butt up and Cindy put a cushion underneath. I instinctively grabbed my legs from behind my knees and pulled them toward me to make it easier. Trey took place between my legs on his knees, he now had easy access to my hole. He lowered himself a little while I pulled harder on my legs to lift my butt up in the air some more. He scooted forward and I felt the tip of his cock make contact with my rosebud. I suddenly felt nervous, and excited. I felt some pressure on my hole. I had fingered myself well and Trey's cock was slippery with lube, but it didn't seem to fit, I only felt more pressure. I then relaxed and pushed out and suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain hit me as the head of his cock popped inside. "OOOW!" I screamed. Trey stopped moving. "Sorry!" he said, looking apologetic. "It freakin hurts!" I hissed. "Want me to get out?" he asked. "NO! Give me... a moment," I said, hissing. I had no clue it would hurt this much, but as time went on, the pain gradually faded, until it became bearable. "Okay, you can push some more in, but go slow please!" I said. He smiled at me and fed me more of his huge cock. I could feel it open up my chute like nothing had before, stretching it to accommodate its large girth. The feeling of his pole sinking into me was incredibly erotic. It was far from painless though, nothing like the first moment it pierced into me, but definitely unpleasant for now. None the less, I knew enough about human anatomy to know that this had the potential to be very pleasant. Eventually he stopped, like it couldn't get any further. I pushed out again and with that he managed to slowly push more in. It felt like it was so deep now, yet I could feel him push more of his cock into me still. "Oh my god, this looks so hot," Cindy commented, "he's almost all the way in now." I saw Trey move and put his hands on each side of me, shifting his upper body forward considerably, and pushing the last remaining inches of his cock into me until his hips met with my butt. "Fuck, you took it all!" Cindy exclaimed. Trey stayed still, which I was thankful for, I needed to adjust to that massive invader in my butt. Cindy was running her hands on my chest and on Trey's back, caressing us both as we stood still. Then, I felt Trey pull his hips back a little and felt his cock slowly glide out of me. He withdrew only half his cock before shoving it back in, slowly, until his hips collided with my butt. And then again, and again, and again. The pain was slowly fading away completely, replaced by the most unusual feeling I had ever felt. I was getting a deep colon massage and it felt so so much better than I thought. I was glad I soldiered through the pain, this was so nice, it was worth it. I closed my eyes and let myself drift to the pleasant rocking motion inside me. "Humm," I moaned. I looked up and looked at the young teen boy perched above me, he had a smile on his face while humping me slowly. "Oh yes... fuck me," I said, my voice husky. "Okay," he answered, smiling widely. I then felt him withdraw a lot more cock out, before he shoved it all in in a much quicker motion. This sent a jolt of pleasure through me, surprising me by its violence. But I didn't have time to recover and understand this new feeling before it happened again, Trey shoving his cock in to the root after having withdrawn at least two thirds of it. "FUCK!" I exclaimed. His pace was accelerating, now he was truly fucking me, and oh my god I was not prepared, this was beyond my wildest dream, the pleasure was intense. "AH!" I screamed, after he rammed his cock into me hard, over and over. It was crazy! How did I not know about this!? It felt so good! "AAAH!" I yelled, taken by the feeling of pleasure. "AH! AH! AH! AH!" I screamed and screamed after every thrust into me. He was pounding my ass good, shoving his cock in and out of me at a decent pace. I then felt Cindy right above me and she kissed me on the lips, but I couldn't help myself and kept letting out muffled cries as we kissed. "AH! FUCK!" I screamed as she broke the kiss. I could feel my body rocking back and forth under his powerful thrusts. I was being fucked for the first time in my life and I was absolutely loving it. "AH! FUCK! AH! AH! YES! FUCK ME! AAAH!" I screamed as he bred me with vigor, his strong young adolescent body forcing his virility into me over and over again. I was getting on a new plane of sexual pleasure. This was overwhelming, I was completely lost into the pleasure zone. I could hear myself screaming over and over, but I was almost detached from it, transported by a feeling of sexual high. Then, to my surprise, I felt my orgasm build and build throughout that pleasure, and I started cumming. I opened my eyes and shot so hard my jizz hit me in the face. I then shot spurt after spurt, on my belly. Trey kept going, his action of hammering my hole relentlessly stretched on my orgasm like none before. "Ohhh! God!" I yelled, overwhelmed. But Trey was not done yet, he kept going. My dick never went soft, the stimulation kept it completely hard. The boy was hard at work, thrusting his huge cock in and out of me like there was no tomorrow. I then felt Cindy wipe away the cum on my belly with a towel, bend down and kiss me on the lips. By then I had lost some energy, but I still let out little cries every time Trey shoved his huge cock into me. "Humph, hummp." "Does he feel good in you hun?" Cindy asked as she broke the kiss. I nodded a few times, feeling exhausted. Yet, Trey was still not done, he was pounding me hard, and I was still loving it. Cindy smiled at me, licked my chest and belly, and took my whole cock in her mouth. This cranked up the feeling up once again, and it almost felt too much. I was being fucked by a huge cock and getting a blow job at the same time. I could feel the pleasure slowly building in me again. Cindy was doing a great job on my dick, and of course Trey was a champion breeder. At one point she started matching his thrusts, taking my cock in her mouth as he thrust in, and back out as he withdrew. This felt so pleasantly strange, I loved it and moaned loudly. Then, as I felt myself get closer to another orgasm, Trey grabbed my legs and started hammering me really hard, increasing the pleasure even more. "AH! FUCK!" I screamed and screamed as he pounded my ass violently, his hips slapping my butt hard. And then, after a moment, I felt it. Another orgasm crept into me and I exploded into Cindy's mouth, Trey now slamming his huge cock into me at a blazing pace. "AAAAAAHHH!" I screamed, not believing just how hard pleasure could hit me. "Guuuh!" I heard Trey's young high-pitch voice scream. He shoved his cock hard into me as far as it would go, deep into me one last time, and held it there as he shot his seed. We didn't move for a little while until Trey let himself fall onto me when Cindy lifted her head off my spent dick. I instinctively held him into my arms, still not believing this young kid had just given me the fuck of my life. I could still feel his hard cock embedded into me as we cuddled. "That was... amazing Trey," I said. He looked up and smiled at me, the tip of his fringe wet with sweat. I caressed his hair, letting my hand brush the shaven part of his mushroom haircut, going up underneath his longer hair and holding his head tenderly. "That was so hot guys," Cindy said, smiling widely. Trey blushed and I kissed him on his blond mob of hair. "Think you still got some in your for me?" Cindy asked, caressing Trey's butt. "Oh yeah," he smiled. "Give him a minute Cind. Come and cuddle with us for a moment," I proposed. She smiled and lay down next to us, an arm above us both. I was feeling really good, being in their arms. Trey's cock was still rock hard in my ass and I was in no hurry to have him out of there. After a little while he pulled himself up and withdrew himself completely from me, leaving my hole empty. He then smirked at Cindy and playfully pushed her down. He took his cock in his hand and aimed it at her pussy. He then shoved it into her to the hilt in one motion, making her scream. I watched him pile-drive his huge cock in and out of her for a while. This kid had great stamina and Cindy was sure not going to complain, she kept moaning and letting out cries of pleasure. I don't know how many times she came but at one point he withdrew from her suddenly, pushed me down on my back before penetrating me again and fucking the shit out of me with his huge cock one more time. I couldn't believe he still had steam. He was still able to go in and out of me with powerful thrusts, pleasuring me greatly, making me see stars. Cindy was laying down next to me, looking at the ceiling looking spent. Trey fucked me long and hard again for what felt like a long time. Then at one point he asked me to go on my arms and knees, where he proceeded to fuck me doggy style. He was grabbing on to my hips and fucked me even harder. I had my head down and eyes closed, hearing the loud slaps of his hips on my butt and feeling pleasure over and over as he drove his cock in and out of me. He kept going and going and going. Finally after god knows how long, he shoved his cock deep into and let out a sigh of satisfaction. He then let himself fall on the side, between me and Cindy, where we cuddled for a while. We then decided to jump in the pool to cool off and rinse out the sweat off our bodies. "That was the best ever," I said as we all chilled in the pool. "Yeah," Cindy giggle. "Heh," Trey blushed. This was to be the first of many hot sex between us. Never would I have known, a few weeks ago, that this boy entering my pharmacy to buy large condoms would lead to this, and I was more than thankful for it. The End. -------------- Comments and constructive criticism : carl.boath@protonmail.com Do not hesitate to reach out, it's the only form of compensation we get. 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