Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 13:02:52 -0700 (PDT) From: LJ Subject: The Three M's chapter3 (b/b/g bi mast preteen) Copyright 2007 by LJ; all rights reserved. This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the author on any web site. This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting preteen children. This material is protected under the first amendment to the constitution of the United States of America. If you are under age, the law says that I have to tell you to not read it. Please sent comments to lorjerig@yahoo.com Write the word Flames in the subject if you are sending flames so I can get my medication out before reading. Disclaimer: If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading before the law comes and kicks your door in. This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen. At least not when I was there; bummer. The three Ms chapter 3 Story codes: b/b/g mast bi preteen I did not see Mike for a few days. ON Monday I came by to play, but Mike had gone to a doctor's appointment. Mitch was home wit his friend Jeremy. Jeremy was a year younger than Mitch, but was already as tall and his voice was getting a bit deeper. Unlike Mitch who seemed not to care that I was two years younger, Jeremy acted as if being one grade higher than me was a big deal. Really sucked because he was a cute looking kid, and I would have not minded playing with him some like I did with Mike and Mitch. When I came in they were sitting looking at some baseball cards. I just sat there and watched them not saying anything. From time to time Jeremy kept looking up at me almost as if saying "you still here?" Finally I got up to leave realizing that I was not going to be the major third and started for the door. "Where you going dude?" Asked Mitch. "I am going back home." I say sounding somewhat dejected. "Don't go man, we can play something if you want." He says. That took me by surprise. I turn back and look at him and manage to catch Jeremy's frown. But then Mitch gets up and starts for the back yard. "Come on guys, lets find my ball so we can play out." He says. "Nah, that's boring dude!" Says Jeremy also standing up. "Then what you want to do?" Mitch asks. "I don't know, lets watch something." Jeremy answers. "Like what?" Mitch asks and starts to walk back towards us. "There is nothing good going on TV this early anyway." "I don't know, don't you have a movie or something?" Jeremy offers. "Well, yeah, but it is nice out side man." "I know, why don't we go swimming!" "I don't have a swimming suit." Jeremy says. "You can borrow one of mine." Mitch says excitedly. "Nah, its too cold." Say Jeremy and again throws a dirty look my way. This finally gets the attention of Mitch. "Why you looking at him like that?" He asks. "Because!" Jeremy says a shade of anger creeping into his voice. "We were having fun till he showed up." "Hey man be cool!" Mitch says defensively. "He is a friend of ours too." "I don't even know him anyway." Jeremy answers defiantly. "Why you picking on him then if you don't even know him." Mitch asks. "Dude, fuck it, you play with him then. I am leaving. You are the one who likes to play with little kids anyway." Says Jeremy and turning he stocks out slamming the door shut on his way out. I am actually shocked. I was not afraid of him, I could hold my own in a fight, but the unexpected way he reacted unsettled me. "Fucking stuck up ass hole!" Mitch mutters angrily in a voice that make me take a step back. "He always thinks he is such hot shit anyway." "I am sorry, maybe I should have left." I say. "Nah, its not your fault. He is an ass hole to everybody." Mitch answers. "Fuck it man, lets go play something." "What do you want to do?" I ask. "Lets go swimming, alright?" "Okay." I say. "I don't have a suit though." "You can use one of Mike's, he should be about your size." He says starting for the stairs. I follow him and we make our way to Mike's room. He goes in and I follow. Then he opens one of Mike's dresser drawers and rummages around until he comes out with a pair of trunks. He turns and tosses them at me. "Here try those, they should fit just fine." I He says. I hesitate only for a second, then I start to take my shorts off. As I work on my undies I notice he is staring at my front. I look up at him and smile. Then he comes closer. "You like playing with Mike huh?" He asks quietly. "What do you mean?" I ask. "You know, jacking off." He says. Then he comes even closer and suddenly reaches out to rub the front of my undies. I feel a moment of shyness, then remembering the way he had squirted stuff from his cock last time we played I decide to try to see if he might want to play some. I reach out and squeeze the front of his cut offs and am surprised to find a hard lump in them. "Oo! You got a hard on." I say. He just smiles and suddenly pulls my undies down. "Yours is puny." He says smiling. "Its as big as yours is." I say. "OH yeah, show me." He challenges. "You got to make it hard for me." I say, and wonder what he will do. HE stands still for a moment as if pondering, then suddenly he moves passed me and closes the door, locking it. I feel that naughty feeling in the pit of my stomach again. And my own cock starts to harden on the spot. Mitch returns and starts to get out of his clothes. I quickly follow him, and find myself looking at him both of us completely naked. "Dang dude, your cock is as big as mine alright." He says. "Didn't you remember from last time?" I ask. "Nah, I just wanted to jack off really bad cause I saw this girl at the mall when we were out." He says, and comes close to me. "You ever been sucked before?" He asks. "No. You mean my wiener?" I ask. "Dude, its a cock, not a wiener. That's kid stuff." He says. "But yeah, your cock." "No." I answer. "Dude, it feels so good!" He says. "Want to try it?" "I don't know." I say. "Come on man, I'll show you. Just lay on the bed." He says and takes my arm gently pulling me towards Mike's bed. I let him lead me partially then stop. He turns to face me and I notice he is actually a bit taller than me. Also, our cocks are not quite at the same height. HE realized what I was doing and suddenly he moves close to me to press his cock against mine. He has to bend his knees a bit to do so. IT feels warm and soft against mine, and it is sending tingles up my shaft. Also there is something wonderful about knowing that I am touching the place that gives him so much pleasure on his body. "I got an idea." He says. Then he steps back and jumps on to Mike's bed. He lays face down and scoots to the edge of the bed. "Come closer." I move so that I am next to the bed, and as he lifts his head, my four inches of boy meat are right at face level. He uses one hand to hold his chin up, and the other disappears beneath him to grab hold of his cock no doubt.. Then I feel my own hard cock being engulfed in moister and warmth. The feeling is so unexpected and delicious that I actually jump and give out a little yell as if somebody had just scared me half to death. My tummy does a few flips and my balls seem to tingle. Then he starts working his magic on my cock, moving his lips back and forth in a teasing rhythm. Then he stops and lets his tongue wrap partially around my cock, only to pull back and tease the end of my cock. Meanwhile I can see through half closed eyes that he is fucking the bed fast. HE really was getting off on sucking me. I can feel him moan through a mouth full of my cock even as he sucks me hard. He is making all kinds of slurping sounds around my cock, and is generating so much spit that I can feel it dripping down on to my tight balls. Unable to help it, I start to fuck his mouth all on my own. For a moment he just stops sucking me and lets me do all the work. "Dude, its going to happen! I am going to get the tickles!" I yell oblivious to anything. That is when he starts to use his tongue pressing hard upward against the bottom side of my dick to simulate what I would later find out was a climaxing ass or pussy. I stand on tip toes to feed him as much of my cock as I can, my hands reach out to grab his face and I fuck it viciously headless of anything. He is humping the bed for all he is worth as I cum and cum and cum in his tight mouth, my dry orgasm sending so much pleasure through my little body that I am making all kinds of childish squeaky noises in the back of my throat as I enjoy it. I become quite sensitive quickly. Nobody could stand it for long after such a devastating orgasm. I pull out of his mouth with a little cry and fall to my knees. Panting, feeling the after glow of my tickles, and still in awe of such a tremendous feeling, I watch as Mitch cums. He has put both hands underneath himself, and is holding himself as he fucks his hands. His mouth opens wide in a silent oh, and his hips are a blur as he cums. Then he quickly moves to turn on his back so as to not soil the sheets. I can see that his hands are covered in his stuff, and he seems to have made quite lots more than the last time I seen him. For some reason, I just couldn't wait till mine started to squirt. "Oh man, that was fun!" I say. "Heck yeah!" He answers, still panting. "Now what?" I ask. "I got to go pee." He says, and gives a little chuckle. "Me too, hurry up." I say and follow him. He opens the door and makes a dash for the bathroom managing to get there just before I do, then he slams the door shut, still laughing. "Butt head!" I say and pound on the door. "You can always go down stairs naked and use the one down there." HI voice comes from inside. Then I can hear the sound of his peeing and my own bladder suddenly lets me know that I have just had an orgasm, and it thinks its time to relieve itself. Funny, I always wondered about that. I had to pee every time I had a good feeling. I wait for a bit wondering if he is ever going to come out, then I hear the toilet flush and a moment later he steps out splashing water from the sink at me. Then he runs pass me and back to Mike's room. "I'll be down at the pool when you are done." He calls after me. I don't say anything I get to the toilet and let go with out even closing the door. I keep running through my head the events of the last few minutes. I never would have thought that it felt so good to be sucked like that. Like all kids, I always thought it was nasty down there, and only put that thought aside when I masturbated because it felt so, so good. What a change that summer would bring to me. Was I ever in for some fun. I join Mitch down by the pool. He has made a pitcher of cool aide and has two glasses on the yard table. We drain the first glasses almost together, and burp loudly. "Mine was louder than your man." I say. "Yeah, so what, I can drink more than you can." He says, and pours himself another glass full. I reach for the pitcher and refill my glass after him. I realize that I have not hung out much with Mitch. As I said he was older and kids even two years apart were not normally seen together in that neighborhood. Thinking about it I reflect on how nice he is. He seem to accept me as he did his little brother which was in itself another strange thing. I knew that they played together, well they played with themselves together. I did not know if they did anything else. Yet Mitch's lesson on cock sucking had been something entirely new to me. It gave me pause to think and question what else he may know that I did not, and just how much more fun we could have. Thinking so, I decide to ask him. "Who showed you that sucking cock was so fun?" I catch myself almost using the elementary school playground language rather than what Mitch had just taught me. "I spend the night at my cousin's and she showed me." He says smiling. "Oh, how old was she?" "She is 16." He says. "No way!" That really threw me for a loop. "You actually did it with a teen ager?" I ask shocked. "Yeah, we didn't like screw, but she showed me how to make out, and how to give a blow job." "What's a blow job?" I ask. "Sucking on somebody's cock like I did on yours." He says sagely. "OH, that's what a blow job is." I say mostly to my self. "Come on, lets swim." He says, and setting his glass down, he takes a running leap into the pool. "Shit!" He cries out as he comes up coughing, and sputtering. "It is cold!" I jump in after him, and despite the fact that indeed it feels nasty cold, I have to taunt him. "Chicken!" I yell, and dive for the deep end. He chases after me, and this starts a splash contest. We must have kept it up for about five minutes, going after each other, from time to time cupping a feel of each other's bulges under water, then using the opportunity to splash each other at close range. Somewhere towards the time when I am feeling tired Mike and company get home. I see Michelle out of the corner of my eye as she brings in a bag of groceries into the kitchen. I could not be sure, but I almost could swear she smiled towards me. But I did not have the time to be sure as Mitch dunked me under water just then. When I come up and clear my head she is no longer in the kitchen. I feel a sense of disappointment knowing that I missed her leaving. Then Mike is coming out on to the back porch and waving hello. He has a sucker which is turning his lips quite red. I found out later on mom gave it to him because he was cool with getting his shot and didn't kick up a fuss. That's one thing with Mike, he hated shots and shots of any kind despite being one of the strongest kids in his fourth grade class, and soccer team. "Hey Mike, we had to borrow one of your swim suits, is that cool?" Mitch asks as Mike comes closer to the edge of the pool. "Yeah, that's fine." He answers. "Mom, can I swim?" He calls back to the house. I don't hear what she answers because of the splashing Mitch is doing, but Mike breaks out in a grin and turns around and runs back inside. A few minutes later as I am being dunked by Mitch, I hear and feel a splash and suddenly Mitch is no longer holding me down. Mike is giving him a run for his money and Mitch is trying to do his best to stay afloat. I take a deep breath and join Mike and we give Mitch a dunking. WE continue like this for a while, just swimming around and throwing a ball around, then playfully grabbing at each other's crotch under water. I think Mike was the first one to get hard. I reach down and grab at his crotch only to find him already way hard in there. This gets me hard as well as I feel his dime size three inch erection tenting his trunks. I think Mitch saw us because he gives a smile and then comes closer. "You guys want to get out and go up stairs and play?" He asks. We both nod, and quickly scramble to get out of the pool. Mike and Mitch just grab towels and covering themselves with them they both yank their trunks off and wrap themselves over with the towels. Then they take off inside. I take the time to slowly peal Mike's trunks off, and making sure their mom will not see me, or god forbid Michelle, I do as they did. A bit shyly I go into the house and follow them up the stairs getting a smile from their mom as I pass. Thankfully Michelle was not around. I join the boys in Mike's room as it is the farthest from the stairs and their parent's. The two are laying side by side on the bed already, hard little cocks in their fists which are pumping up and down. The sight was so erotic even to my young eyes. Two young boys masturbating side by side with out a care in the world. I close the door behind me and throw the lock as I let my towel drop. Then I walk to the bed and stand in front of the as they masturbate. The room is quiet except for their panting and the sweet and quiet tapping sounds of their little fists smacking their heirless pelvises. Okay, in the case of Mitch, almost hairless. My four inches are standing straight up and hard as I watch my two best friends jack off. There seems to be no room on the bed for me so I just stand there and make a fist with my right hand around my huge ten-year-old cock and start to rub up and down in a slow motion that is closer to Mike's. I notice that he is using his whole fist, and is using that so erotically constant and precise rhythm of his that so would stay with me through out my life and remain as the elementary schooler rhythm. On the other hand, Mitch seems to be in a hurry, his preteen hormones already flooding his system with youthful need. His hand is moving fast and hard making lewd slap sounds over and over. As I think back to the day when I had heard Michelle's bed springs squeak, I wonder if Mitch's racket could be heard from the outside if somebody came by. But I say nothing as I am starting to feel my own tickles coming. All of the grabbing from earlier in the pool, and just watching the two boys jacking off side by side with out a care in the world is making me very horny. I wonder if I am going to be able to get my tickles before Mitch does as I start to feel my anal muscles clenching in preparation and my cock throbs in my fist. Then just as I am about to climax, the first tickle starting, an inch long squirt flies out of Mitch's cock to land all over his tummy in an erotic display of childish orgasm. How I loved touching it and feeling its slimy slippery texture all over his smooth hairless tummy as the days went by. I come as I watch him squirt three more times, the last two mostly little boy dribbles from his pumping fist, the lovely slick sounds his foreskin made as it slid over the wet little head of his cock making me moan out loud as I pump my hips forward, and feel my ten-year-old cock spasm furiously in my fist. My climax seems to last longer than even Mitch's dry and sweet, and so strong that my knees start to shake towards the end. My childish gasps and grunts quietly filling the room with the pure sound of childhood eroticism. Panting and a bit shaky, I move to find the bean bag, but just then I hea4r Mike groan. I turn just in time to see the nine-year-old pump his hips up in the air to feed his pumping little fist his child cock and grunt over and over as he is hit by his little tickles. Just then I had a desire to do to him what Mitch had done for me, and I could almost feel his little cock throbbing in my mouth, between my lips as he orgasmed. And with the youthful enthusiasm of his, the little fourth grader bounds off the bed to find his shorts. "Got to pee." He says. Then he quickly moves to the door, living Mitch on the bed, still quite out of it with his after glow, his little boy load drying on his tummy. I had to make a mad dash out of there to make it home before my parents give me hell for being late. I was supposed to be back for lunch, and it is over 20 minutes late. As I rush out, I almost run into Michelle as she comes up to the house on her skates. Good thing she was not going fast. Even so, I manage to stop her from falling over. She gives out a little girl squeal as she almost falls. I don't know how I was able to keep her and me upright, but I did. The feeling of her so close to me and her scent making me get instantly hard. I only had hold of her for a few seconds, but I was left speechless. It was like holding a little glass doll that could break even if I breathed hard on her. I can smell the scent of her hair as I hold her upright, my little cock jumping as if excited by the smell of her shampoo. As I let go of her I manage to mumble an apology and get the hell out of there as fast as I can. My cock painfully hard, and my little heart beating fast. Inwardly though, I wondered if I somehow had pissed her off. The guilt and the what if starting to go off in my head. What if she fell and broke something? What if she gets mad because I did not stay and checked if she was alright. What if she thinks I am a jerk for almost making her fall? Never mind that we hardly had spoken in the passed, and I had nothing but a few smiles from her and shy hellos. I was starting to be mesmerized by her, something that not even the closeness I shared with Mike or Mitch had done to me. This was completely different altogether. It felt as if all of my senses were being jammed by the image and thought of her alone. I almost welcome my mom's grumpy mood and scolding for being late. But as usual, she gets over it in a hurry. Half an hour later I am locked in my room. I am laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling and thinking thoughts that normally ten -year-old boys don't think. I wondered if I should go back an apologize to Michelle. I wondered if I could tell Mike to help me out and tell her how sorry I was that I almost made her fall. Then my thoughts return to the glorious moment when I held her. The two second period in which she had been in my arms and so close to me. In my shorts, my four inches of boy meat stretch out and remind me just how confined it feels to be so long and trapped in such small little boy undies. Laying on my back I reach into my shorts and adjust my penis so that it points up my stomach. In this position the whole head, and even a few centimeters of the shaft actually spill out of my tighty whities. I wondered for a moment if I should ask mom to buy me more under wear, then I blush just with the thought. I had seen Mitch wear boxers one time, and I wondered if that would be a better choice next time when shopping. I could already imagine myself laying on the grass and suddenly popping a woody next to Michelle. That would be so embarrassing. Then again, I think of her being in my room, just the two of us and my kid cock jumps. That thought suddenly seems to blast a jolt of adrenaline and horniness through my system. The next thing I know is that I have my shorts and undies down by my knees and my little fist is wrapped around my ten-year-old cock. Unable to help myself I give out a little moan which resounds through out the room as I start pumping my cock fast. The need I feel is something extraordinary and I shiver from head to toes as I jack away on my oversized ten-year-old cock. I am pounding it good and hard in no time and am starting to make my little bed squeak suddenly. But I am so turned on that I don't care if anybody hears. Michelle is standing next to my bed watching me jack off and licking her lips. Michelle is laying next to me naked as I masturbate. Michelle is wrapping her little fist around my cock and jacking me off. Then the sounds I had heard as I passed her room a few days before come to my over active horny mind. Michelle is masturbating next to me, her little fingers moving in and out of her pussy and making those squishy sounds I'd heard. With a raspy childish grunt my hips rise from the bed and I cum hard. My whole body wiggles from side to side as I feed my pumping little fist all of my spasming child cock. It throbs and jumps and even seems to twitch with the pure and uncontrollable orgasmic waves that only late elementary schoolers can feel. I cannot help the squeaky sounds that escape my throat as my childish ecstasy drains me of energy. With a sigh I finally stop my jacking and let my hips return to the bed. I feel exhausted after that huge orgasm. I am panting and my little brow has a coating of sweat from my exertion. Only partially softened, my cock flops from left to right slapping my tummy as I move and try to get comfortable. The food from lunch, and the swimming and fun added to the delicious cum I just had causing my eyes to close and make me feel very drowsy. And that's how I fell asleep, with my shorts still around my knees and my cock out. Good thing my door was locked. TBC Thanks for your comments. Please keep them coming. I do hope not to delay the next chapter as long.