Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 01:26:55 -0500 From: Wolf Subject: Kentucky Boy (gay/adult youth or incest, b/M, gg/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Kentucky Boy By Wolf It all started when our mother remarried. I was 4-years old and my brother Chris was almost 1 year old. We lived in rural area of western Kentucky, not far from the Indiana border. Mom married a guy that was a product of the 60's Cultural Revolution. Rodger could be called a bit of a hippie, minus the long hair. He was a free spirit and thinker. The fact that we lived in an isolate area, where there were no neighbors within walking distance, added to my brother and I being shy. We didn't have other children to play with. We only had each other to play with. Mom was a registered nurse. She worked 12- hour shifts. She would work from 7 am to 7 pm one week and from 7 pm to 7 am the next week. Rodger had to look after us a lot as a result. He was a good baby sitter and good listener. He always was very patent, when I know I was boring him to death with childish questions. Rodger was the perfect stepfather, but he was a bit of a nudist, nothing too extreme. He slept in the nude, longed around the house naked, or in his under-shorts. When mom was home we even went swimming nude in a private pool, located in a creek running through the property, that sort of stuff. Chris and I were used to seeing mom and Rodger getting up in the morning and walking around the house naked. We felt free to run around naked too. I never paid much attention to mom's body, but Rodger's body fascinated me. Rodger seemed like a tall man to me, but he was only average height and sized. He was a hairy man; chest, back, legs and ass. I was fascinated by the trail of hair that ran down the middle of his body from his chest, past his navel to that dark tangle of thick hair above his cock. The cock fascinated me too. His cock was about six inches long, thick as my wrist, and he had foreskin that completely covered the big knob. My brother and I had been cut at birth, so I wondered why we were different. He also had a scrotum that swung between his legs covered with hairs. When I was about 7 or 8-years old things began to change. I had always enjoyed sitting on his naked lap, feeling the bulge of his meat poking me in the butt. That may have been what led to the rest. I liked watching TV, while we were both naked, and I was sitting on his lap. I loved resting my head near his armpit, so I could smell the manly odor while I was rubbing his hairy chest. Rodger would rub my back or my legs. There had never been any shyness when it came to the bathroom. We were never restricted from entering the bathroom when someone was in there. Rodger encouraged me to come in and sit on the toilet, to talk to him while he showered. I never thought there was anything unusual about the request. I would sit there pretending to shave my face while we talked. I don't even remember how many weeks we did that before Rodger invited me to join him in the shower. We just shared the shower is all! After sometime Rodger would take a wash cloth and wash my back and hair for me. I naturally took a washcloth to wash his body too. That led to a "game" as he called it. He would wash some part of my body, like an arm then I would wash the same part on him. We did that for a few weeks before he washed my little cock for me. I was thrilled at the prospect of washing his cock for him. We just used the washcloth to do it. It was several more weeks before he didn't use a washcloth to wash my cock for me. (He said he forgot to get one.) When he washed my dick I got a boner. I was obligated to wash his cock with my hand too. I was fascinated with the loose skin on his cock. I would pull the skin back to expose his big fat cock head. We would always end up with a hard-on by the time we rinsed off our bodies. I was still a skinny boy, with brown hair, that was slightly blond, blue eyes. During the summer I spent a lot of time outdoors naked, so I had a good tan, during the summer months. I was no more than four-foot four or five. I had a typical little pecker and scrotum that had not dropped. One evening while we were showering together I was washing him and he had an orgasm. His cum splattered against the tile wall of the shower. Some of his cum was clinging to the head of his cock, and when the foreskin covered his knob it was frothy, afterwards Rodger had a long talk with me, about the importance of the secrecy of what we were doing. Now I suspect he had always been planning on our games leading to that moment. We would play that game in the shower for awhile before we would go bed. Rodger would jack me off for a long time. He could do that because I was too young to cum. I would jack him off until he would shoot his cum on the wall of the shower. Eventually he would come to bed with me. We had a two bedroom home, so Chris and I shared a double bed. Rodger would wait until Chris was asleep. We would play with each other until he would cum. Sometimes I would have a dry cum, or get the feeling, as we called it. My brother was three years younger than me. As far as I know Rodger was not playing with Chris. However not long after Rodger taught me the game, I taught Chris the game. Sometimes Rodger would let the two of us bath together in the tub, while he sat on the toilet and watch us. Some times he would kneel by the tub, and help wash the two of us. He would encourage us to play the game with each other. We would fondle each other in the water until we would both have hard little boners. Rodger seemed to enjoy watching us, and helped us get the most fun with each other. That continued until we were 10 and 7-years old. I am not sure anymore about the ages, all I remember is that I was still too young to cum, and I didn't have any pubic hair. I do remember I had my first wet orgasm after turning 11. By that time I was very devoted to my stepfather and would do anything to please him. One night after we had gone to bed, and I was sure Chris was asleep, I got out of bed and went to my parent's bedroom. I got in bed with him. We were both naked, and we played with each other's cocks for awhile. Normally, we would do that until he would cum. Sometimes he would show me porn magazines. They were normally black and white magazines of people having sex or just nudist magazines. I never paid much attention to the titles. All I was interested in was the pictures. We would look at them while we played with each other's cocks. We would select pictures and mimic what they were doing. That was how we started sucking each others cock. Of course when Mom was home at night, I had to stay in bed with Chris, so I taught him to suck my cock in exchange for sucking his. Eventually Chris got the feeling and would dry orgasms as well. On the nights Mom was working, I would slip into bed with Rodger and suck his cock for him. The first time he came in my mouth it shocked me, and I opened my mouth, as the cum spilled out of my mouth. The cum flowed down his thick cock and collected in the hairs around the base of his cock. I could taste his cum that had coated the inside of my mouth. I found that I didn't mind the taste at all. After that night I was willing to swallow what ever he wanted to give me. Eventually, Chris joined us. It was fun sucking Rodger while Chris sucked me. It was not long before I was filling Chris' mouth with my own cum. I don't know if our mom ever figured out what we were doing. Chris and I still have a fetish for hairy older men that can only be called bears. It is also a plus if they have foreskins. Neither of us have any desire to indulge in anal sex. Rodger passed away in 2002. Chris and I still miss him a lot. We often talk to each other about him and what he taught us. 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