by The_Curmudgeon
Hi, The_Curmudgeon@Yahoo.com here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story.
This is the shortest time in which I have ever written a complete story, but things were time-sensitive, the Bomb Cyclone really did happen and sadly several people in the Buffalo Area lost their lives.
Nifty depends on donations to survive, please consider how many stories you've read here and how many hours of mental enjoyment and moments of physical nirvana, that has brought you. That must to be worth something. Please join me by becoming a monthly recurring donor. It's like subscribing to Netflix or Amazon Prime, except you determine how much to donate. Help keep erotic literature free: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.
This work © by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023.
********************
********************
Characters:
Jordan, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie.
Charlie, age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan.
Brandon, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent
contractors. Our Hero.
Matt, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who
taught him about sex.
Uncle Matt, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's
side.
********************
From the Official Weather Service storm summary report:
As had been expected, weather conditions quickly deteriorated early Friday morning as this winter storm rolled in. Temperatures plummeted from 37° to 19° in 4 hours, rain changed to snow and blizzard conditions set in across the Buffalo area. Travel bans were put in place, the Buffalo Airport closed and power outages started to pop up.
Tropical storm force wind gusts were recorded across Western New York with a top gust of 79 mph. By midday, roads across Buffalo were covered in snow and conditions were becoming dangerous.
This lake effect band pummeled the city and surrounding neighborhoods Friday. Almost two feet of snow was on the ground by Friday night at the Buffalo Airport with the heaviest and most dangerous of conditions setting in for the long night ahead. A new daily snowfall record was set on December 23rd in Buffalo with 22.3 inches of snow falling at the Buffalo Airport that day.
********************
It was raining early in the morning. Then it got cold fast. The weather guy on television had been warning us about another bomb cyclone, headed our way. These are not rare events here in Harris Hill, NY, but this was gonna be a big one, covering much of the country. These bring fridged temperatures down into the United States directly from the artic circle. To locate Harris Hill, draw a line extending the main runway of Buffalo Niagara International Airport to northeast, it would hit Harris Hill in 1.5 miles.
Timing for the bad weather was lousy too. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve day, making today Friday, December 23, 2022. My problem was that I hadn't finished my Christmas shopping yet. This thing is gonna screw with everyone's Christmas travel plans. Not mine though, my parents retired, and live on the cheap in Costa Rica, so I have nowhere to be. Although a visit to Costa Rica is sounding pretty good about now.
So, I'm playing hooky from work today. I told my boss I was working from home. Instead, I bundled myself up in my thickest clothes and my ski jacket, and headed to the Walmart Supercenter.
Don't ever go to Walmart this close to Christmas, it's a fuckin' zoo. Too many people like myself, too many kids, way too many cars.
I had trouble finding a parking spot, the lot was so full, but my persistence paid off, and I was rewarded when an employee pulled out of a spot, up against the side of the building.
I was so grateful, I even rolled my window down, and yelled, "Merry Christmas, thank you!" The dude waved and smiled back at me. He was happy, his shift was over and on his way home. He was probably one of those guy who work through the night stocking shelves, cause he was leaving at 10:00 a.m.
I took his spot and put on my stocking hat for the trek into the store. Exiting my Jeep, the 20° air driven by 30 mph wind hit me square in the face, making my eyes water.
Further down the side of the store, was a lone tent in a corner formed by an 8-foot chain-link fence with wood slats and the side of the building.
Homelessness has caused an increase of tents popping up in parks and other public places, usually in small groups or little communities. They have migrated out of the downtown Buffalo area into the suburbs. One of our local parks has several motor homes that only move when threatened, only to return the next day. This tent, no doubt, was just another example.
The tent was an inexpensive dome type, with a small plastic blue tarp over the top, which was held in place by rocks. Except for one corner that had come loose and was flapping in the stiff wind. As I hurried off to the entrance, I barely gave it a second thought, till I heard what sounded like the meow of a cat, and I turned to the direction of the cry. Staring into the stiff wind, I heard the sound again. It was indistinguishable this time, and I hurried on into the store.
Have I mentioned how stupid it is to go into a Walmart on Christmas Eve day? Well, it is, don't do if you enjoy your sanity. I was jostled and pushed around from the moment I entered. I was shopping for some office co-workers type gifts, thank god, not toys. I'd rather slit my wrists than venture into the toy department.
My office, likes to hold a Christmas party at one of their homes. Most of my co-workers are like myself, single, unattached loners and enjoy the diversion of a party after the last working day before Christmas. In our work hours, we're independent contractors working in the video gaming industry. It not like we're game developers, we're coders, writing the extensive computer instructions that result in blood splattering across the games' screen. We are the ones who don't get the credit for our work, but we do make a decent wage, especially if we are willing to work overtime. We can also frequently work from home, since each of us works independently from the others.
Rather than attempt to push a cart through a mass of humanity, I elected to use a cloth shopping bag we are now all forced to bring with us. I felt like a sheep as I moved along with the crowd to the area of the store I needed, that was between the entrance and the toy department. My exit from the flock was coming up, and I worked my way out of the drove, stepping into a side aisle. Thankfully, not that many shoppers are in the home goods section. I selected crap that could be useful, however unlikely that scenario may be, but that could also easily be re-gifted.
My next living hell was at check-out. The line for the self-service cluster of registers was down the main aisle that separates the grocery from the rest of the store. Every register that was maned, had equally long lines. But tonight, the gods smiled on me. As I passed the one closed register, I heard a voice, "Next customer, please." I became the first in line at the newly opened register.
With 8 items, I was through in a flash, in comparison to those who had carts that were overflowing with last minute gifts or those stockpiling because of the storm. My bar codes quickly brought up my total and with a tap of my credit card I was headed towards the door. There was another back-up there, as one harried clerk attempted to recheck receipts. Even without looking at what was purchased, her line was backed up. I wasn't having any of that shit. I walked past the line, and past the person doing the checks who didn't even look at me as I walked out. No security came running after as I made my escape from purgatory.
I now know where I'm going when I die. It will be a Walmart store on Christmas eve. Every day of my afterlife will be spent as December 24th and I'm shopping in a Walmart. Like the 2014 movie Edge of Tomorrow. Maybe I should repent or something, go to church on Christmas. Once.
Back outside, the wind has slowed, lessening the wind chill, so now it's like 3°, but now it's snowing in near white-out conditions.
I made my way back to my Jeep, and just as I was closing the door, I thought I heard something again. I rolled the window down, and listened intently. There it was again, a voice, out in the quiet storm, "Help us! Please!"
"Shit!" I yelled at my steering wheel. I couldn't even discern what direction it was coming from, but it forced me out of my car. Before getting out, I started it up, and put the heater on high.
"Hello? I someone there?" I yelled.
I heard the voice again, but without a direction. I suspected it was coming from the direction of the tent I had seen. I got back in the car and pulled slowly in that direction. I couldn't even see the blue tarp that covered the tent at this distance with all the snow, so I blindly followed the building, and calling out to whomever was out there. "Hello? Answer me. Where are you?"
The disconnected words `here, help, tent, and please', found my ears and I slowly continued in that direction. I passed another car that had blocked my view of where the tent was located, but even this close I could barely make it out. The blue tarp was now white, the tent shrouded in snow. I parked with my Jeep's headlights illuminating the makeshift camp, and approached the tent.
"I'm here. I'm going to open the tent. Is that, ok?" I certainly didn't need a surprised vagrant defending himself from an intruder.
"C-c-come on in." The youthful sounding voice said from inside.
I unzipped the door and the snow sticking to it fell inside the tent as the fabric opened.
Inside was a sleeping bag, some chicken bones gnawed clean of their meat, some other trash associated with food recovered from a dumpster, a partial jug of water that had not yet had the chance to freeze, and a few items of clothing. The bag had a large lump in the middle. "Are you ok? Do you need some help?"
A head peeked out of the top of the cheap slumber bag, festooned with a likeness of Spiderman. A bag only intended for indoor use, not outdoors in 15° temperatures.
It was a child's eyes and nose that peered back at me. Their head in a stocking cap pulled down to their eyebrows, the bag held just below their nose. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, whoever it was, their eyes though, were captivating.
"Please mister, I'm so cold, we're freezing," he said. Up this close, I could now tell it was a boy's voice. I crawled in the tent, ungloved a hand and felt his forehead, his face was cold to my touch.
I have some military training in cold weather exposure, having been stationed in Alaska, but I haven't used it in the 10 years since I got out. I should have called 911 right then, this kid needed to get warm. Now. Instead I put my gloves back on and thrust my arms under the bag and his small body, but I discovered another lump within the bag. "What's in there with you?" I asked.
"It's my brother. He was shivering, but now he's asleep. But I think he peed in his clothes."
"Is he breathing?" I asked.
"Ye-Yeah, I, I think so. I better check." His face disappeared down into the bag. "Yeah, kinda fast."
"Ok, you're coming with me. Lay on your back and pull him up on top of you and hold him in the best bear hug you can. I'm gonna pick you both up sleeping bag and all."
The boy complied with my directions. "Come on Charlie, you gotta get on top of me, a man's gonna help us." Charlie didn't respond that I could hear, and the boy managed to pull him into place. "Ok Mister, we're ready.
I grabbed the bag and pulled them to the tent door, then out into the snow. Now able to stand I picked up the two children still in the bag. I carried the package to the tailgate of my Jeep. I laid the bag on the flat surface of the luggage area in the far back. "Don't try to get up, I'll have you home in a few minutes, you'll be warm there.
"Our tent! We can't leave our tent!" he cried. Rather than fight over a simple tent, I ripped the tarp off, removed the poles, forming the dome collapsing them, and rolled the whole thing together. I threw it on the floor of the back seat.
I put the jeep into 4-wheel drive. The snow was piling up
and yet again, I was happy I switched to snow tires.
********************
********************
In the time I was there, the SUV's heater had warmed the car, but I needed to get whoever was in the back, to my home. The warn air circulating inside the SUV brought the distinct smell of urine to my nose. Charlie most likely had peed in the sleeping bag, which means he's also wet as well as cold. A very dangerous combination.
Home was only about 10 minutes away and I wasted no time getting there, but did so carefully with my two passengers not belted in a seat, just lying in the far back. Reaching home we pulled into the driveway and then the garage. I hit the remote to open the rear hatch to extract the kids.
"We're here, let's get you inside and warmed up."
"Charlie must be getting colder, he's shivering again."
"No, that's not a bad thing, uh, what should I call you?" I asked.
"Jordan," the older boy answered. "What do we call you?"
"You can just call me Brandon," I replied. "As I was saying, Jordan, shivering isn't a bad thing, it means he's warming up some. Don't worry, we'll get you both cleaned up and warm."
I scooped up the boys, Charlie still lying on top of Jordan and carried them inside. Jordan was becoming more lucid and talkative. On the way inside he told me, "Charlie peed again, this time it was on me, so now, I'm just as wet.
"I couldn't set the boys down on any porous surface like a couch or a bed, or the urine would have soaked in immediately. So I carried them to the hall bath and set them directly in the tub. I removed my jacket and realized the front and arms were all wet with Charlie's pee. I tossed the jacket into the hall. I leaned over the boys, proceeding to unzip the bag. The stench of urine mixed with dirt and grime accosted my senses. I got the bag out from under them, and took it, and my jacket, out onto the patio, and I hurried back to the restroom. The sleeves of my shirt were soaked in piss as well, but they will be rinsed soon enough. The boys laid in the tub, fully clothed. It was almost a comical look, if it hadn't been so seriously dangerous, I'm not sure how much longer Charlie could have lasted, for sure, not long according to my training, he was in the second stage of three, that leads to death.
My plan was to warm them slowly, you don't want to warm a hypothermia victim too quickly, and I would need to check them for frostbite.
I removed the boy's shoes and socks, checking for signs of frozen skin. I turned on the water allowing it warm. While waiting, I checked their noses, ears and fingers for any sign of frostbite. Luckily, I found none. "Um, Jordan, you can let go of Charlie now, I need to get his clothes off. While I'm doing that, can you take yours off as well?"
Jordan released his death grip on his brother allowing me to roll him on to his back next to his brother. He was unable to cooperate with me. He wasn't talking and seemed unaware of what was going on or what was happening to him, even though his eyes were open. That's not a good sign. While I removed Charlie's clothes, Jordan removed his own dropping them on the floor outside the tub. Pulling off Charlie's underpants, a cute 2" long soft penis was revealed. I gave it a quick once-over checking it for frostbite as well. When Jordan removed his undies, he exposed a similar 2" or maybe a little bit longer dick.
Seeing Jordan's dick free, I asked permission and reached for it to inspect the skin for frostbit. Luckily, I found none. Having fondled their two tiny little cocks, brought my own dick to life. Memories of my childhood, when I learned the joys of the things my dick could do for me when I was just 9. It was a neighbor boy, Matt, who was my baby sitter, friend, and teacher. Over time, he took me through the various stages starting with simply rubbing my crotch over my clothes, then one day we played in the sprinkler in his back yard naked. That progressed to allowing me to run around naked in his house, something I enjoy to this day, but only when no one is around.
Being naked, gave me easy access to my dick and I learned to play with it, even though I didn't know what I was doing at the time. Matt solved that by showing me how to properly masturbate. I will always remember that first time Matt stroked me to a climax. Talk about being addicted to something.
Matt's next step was a complete surprise when one day, he took my dick in his mouth. That was the fastest I ever orgasmed, only took me about 10 seconds to my first one. On my 10th birthday he told me he had a special present for me. He slept over that night and brought me to new heights as he played with my butt, sticking a series of objects in there of increasing size, leading up to the ultimate, when he put his 15-year-old dick in me and fucked me into the next day. That morning, he lubed his butt and my dick, and let me fuck him. I got to orgasm 3 times that morning humping his ass. It was heaven.
I loved Matt, and the things he taught me, till his parents sold their house and moved away.
With a hard dick in my pants and two nude boys in my bathtub, I engaged the drain stopper allowing the tub to begin to fill with lukewarm water. It inched up the floor of the tub and began the slow climb up the sides of the boys.
"Jordan, I want you to sit up against the back of the tub, and I'm going to move Charlie between your legs. I want you to keep him there with his head on your tummy and his arms over your legs. He's still not fully awake yet and he may be a little confused as he wakes up."
I lifted Charlie from the tub and Jordan moved up against the back. I lowered Charlie to the floor of the tub where Jordan had spread his legs. I laid him back with Jordan's dick against the back of his neck. Seated that way, the two of them filled the tub from one end to the other. I turned the water volume higher to fill the tub faster, and I inched up the temperature a degree or two. When it reached a depth covering up to Charlie's chest and over Jordan's stomach, I turned the water off.
To my hand, the water felt cold, but to Jordan at least, it felt comfortably warm. "Can I leave you guys alone for a couple minutes, so I can put your clothes in the wash?" I asked.
"You're coming right back, aren't you? You're not leaving?" Jordan asked.
"No, I'm not going anywhere. If you need me just yell, I'll be just on the other side of the kitchen in the laundry room. Can I go, or would you prefer I stay here?"
"No it's ok, you can go, we'll be fine."
I took their clothes to the laundry room and carefully went through their pockets. Their pants pockets contained tools useful to a homeless boy. Each had a pocket knife. Jordan had some aluminum foil folded up, some small zip-lock sandwich bags, and a pair of socks. Charlie had $2.17, and some string.
"Mr. Brandon?" Jordan called from the tub and I hurried to see what was so urgent. "What is it, Jordan?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, but I was afraid you left. I had to make sure."
"That's ok, Jordan, I'm not going anywhere. I was checking your pockets before washing the clothes. You had $2.17 in your right pocket, everything from your pockets is on the kitchen table waiting for you. Can I go back and start the wash cycle? It'll only take a minute, I promise you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. You can go start the machine. But come right back, please."
"I'll only be a minute. I promise."
Ok, it took me two minutes to pretreat their clothes and get the machine running. I went back to the bathroom, but stopped short in the hallway where I could see Jordan soothing his brother by running his hands over his face and head. "It's ok Charlie we're safe now, you can wake up." The display of brotherly love warmed my heart, and I had to smile at the boys.
I walked on into the bathroom and kneeled at the side of the tub. Charlie, even in his confused state had an erection. His 2" had grown to 3" and was a miniature periscope, the head sticking above the water. "Is this natural, you did you help it out?" I asked, gently taking the head of his penis in my fingers.
"I may have helped a little," Jordan admitted. "He likes it when I do that. I thought he might say something."
"Sounds like you're a good brother," I replied releasing it and running my hand through the water for temperature. It had cooled so I turned the water back on to bring the temperature a few degrees higher than it was in the beginning. "How's that? Better?"
"Yeah, that's better than before, it was getting cold."
"I know. It was that temperature on purpose. You and your brother have hypothermia, you're doing ok, but Charlie is worse. We have to warm him slowly. We're going to be here for a while, slowly raising the temperature. Can I leave you two alone in here, I have a couple work things to take care of today. I won't be far, just in my office. Any change in Charlie and you call for me. Ok?"
"Yes sir."
"I appreciate your politeness, but you don't have to call me Sir, or Mister Anything. Please, just Brandon, anything else and you'll make me feel old, like my dad or grandfather."
I went to the kitchen instead, and made a large mug of not hot, but very warm Hot Chocolate and took it to the bathroom. "I made you some hot coco. I know you're probably hungry, but you still need to warm up some first. This coco should do the trick. I added some more warm water to increase the tub's temperature. Then went to my office and tried to work.
Instead I would find myself sneaking back down the hall to look into the bath. They couldn't see me, as they were facing the other direction.
The first time, Jordan had pulled Charlie higher so he could reach his little dick and was stroking it, again, I assume. "Come on Charlie, you like this, I know you do. You gotta warm up so you can come back to me." Charlie's penis was stiff in Jordan's grip, but other than that, there was still no response. My cold weather exposure training only covered the possibility of the penis getting frostbite, not how it affected sexual function of a young boy.
"Brandon?" Jordan called out. I was standing just outside the door, but didn't want Jordan to know that, so I stepped back towards my office before answering.
"Yes Jordan, what do you need?"
"Can you add some more warm water?"
"Sure, be right there." By the time I `arrived' beside the bath, Charlie had been pushed back to his `proper' location. I adjusted the water temp and warmed the water a little more.
"Who are you?" Charlie asked, as I fiddled with the water controls.
"Hi Charlie, I'm Brandon. . ."
"You're alright!" Jordan shrieked, hugging his head lying on his tummy.
"I'm cold!" Charlie complained, but at least he wasn't shivering anymore and could talk with real words.
"Here, have some of Jordan's coco," I said offering him the insulated mug. He took it in both hands and downed the remainder. I put more hot water in the tub.
"Oh, that's better," Charlie said appreciatively, and started moving his arms and legs.
"Let me go get you some more coco." I left for the kitchen, but out of sight I stopped to listen to Jordan fill Charlie in on what he had missed. I was pleased when I heard him say, "Don't worry about Brandon, he's a nice man. He got us out of our tent and brought us to his house."
I returned several minutes later, with two mugs of coco, to find Charlie sitting on Jordan's crotch, his body rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern, his eyes closed enjoying the moment.
Charlie, was obviously feeling much better. I carried the mugs in the room. "You're supposed to be in the water getting warm," I said setting the mugs on the tub's edge.
Jordan said he could warm me up from the inside, but he hasn't cum yet. I'd be in the water if it was deeper."
I had purposedly kept the level low while Charlie was near unconsciousness, I didn't want him to slip in and drown. That would be difficult to explain to the police.
But now, with him recovering, the boy had a point and I filled the deep soaking tub as high as the overflow drain would allow. As the water flowed, I told them, "Don't stop fucking, just because I'm here. I used to do the same thing with a neighbor when I was about your age."
Jordan looked a little guilty being caught. By the time the tub was full, Jordan's head was barely above the water line. Charlie, still impaled on Jordan's dick. The water on him was waist high.
"I'm serious, you two can fuck each other all you want, you won't get any complaint from me, unless you make a mess on my furniture." Jordan gave a tentative thrust of his hips up, driving his penis into his brother deeper. Charlie got the idea and started up again using his legs to raise and lower himself on the dick in his ass. I used the opportunity to leave the bathroom. "Not too rough though, try not to let the water splash out on the floor."
A few minutes later Jordan became very vocal indicating his very satisfying orgasm, and I assume an ejaculation based on his comment, "I'm gonna shoot in you. . . Here it comes!"
I could hear water splashing about as they played in the tub. Then heard something to the effect of, "Ok, it's your turn."
I went back in a minute later to warm the water and found Jordan on his hands and knees. This time they were both facing me and saw me at the same time. I stopped in the doorway and watched as Charlie finished soaping, then pushed his 3" rod through Jordan's anus.
I knew what was going to happen, the motion Charlie used set up a wave effect in the tub and quickly, water was going over the side. I should have sent them to the bedroom, but instead, the curiosity in me, demanded I watch from the door.
It was weird though, after the third wave broke over the side of the tub, splashing onto the floor, the adult in me won over.
"Woah, guys! Too much motion. You're soaking the floor." I grabbed Charlie under his arms lifting him out of his brother's ass and on to my hip with my arm under his butt. "Jordan, you stay right where you are."
I took Charlie to the guest room, tickling him unmercifully on his sides and under arms. He giggled loudly all the way to the bedroom. I had to stop to pull he covers back, then dumped the wet Charlie in the bed. I returned to the bath and Jordan had done exactly as I said, he was waiting on all fours. Kneeling in the water. An arm under his chest, and I scooped him out. He too dripped all the way to the guest room. When we arrived, Charlie threw back the covers to welcome his brother.
I set him down, specificity in the exact position he was in the tub.
Charlie didn't hesitate and was quickly behind Jordan again and put his still soap-slickened dick back in his brother. I turned to the bedside table and turned on the electric blanket. "When you're done, both of you under the covers." I opened the table drawer and took out the tube of personal lubricant. "Here, in the future, use this instead of soap, it works better and tastes a whole lot better."
I went back to the bathroom for damage control. I laid several towels on the floor to soak up the splashed water.
"That's it Charlie, fuck me," I heard Jordan say as the bed creaked and the other sounds of sex came down the hall. I just shook my head and fondly remembered the times I had Matt in my ass and vice versa.
I waited for them to finish before I went back in the bedroom. They were both lying under the blankets, sound asleep. Charlie on his back, Jordan on his side with an arm protectively over his brother. They needed sleep after their trauma, and I left them alone.
********************
********************
After being productive on my current work assignment from my home office for a couple hours, I went back to wake the boys for lunch. They were both still sound sleep, and I brought them back to the land of the living by rubbing their chests and tummies with my open hand. I was surprised at how exceptionally smooth their bodies were, and just touching them made my dick hard.
Their eyes fluttered open and smiles appeared on their lips. "Hi," I said, "anyone hungry?" I checked them both with my digital forehead thermometer. Charlie's temperature was low at 97.4, but that would soon correct itself. "Come on into the kitchen, but first, stop in the bathroom and brush your hair." While they slept, their hair dried providing them with a serious case of unrulily bed-hair. I stopped at the bathroom and moved the brush where they could find it.
The tomato soup was warm, and the grilled cheese sandwiches were ready to be fried. I only had to wait for the boys to get up and join me. I put out glasses of milk, and a plate of sliced apples.
They didn't take long and soon arrived for their late lunch - completely naked. I wasn't sure what they would do, I somewhat expected them to get towels from the bathroom, I guess. But you gotta give me a pass on this, this is my first time for hosting children in my home.
"Oh, shit," I exclaimed. "I forgot all about your clothes, they're still in the washing machine."
I hurried to the laundry room only to find the machine had stopped mid-wash when the spin cycle got out of balance. I redistributed the clothes and started it back up. The washing wouldn't be done for another 22 minutes according to the timer.
"Your clothes aren't even washed yet, the machine crapped out mid-cycle. They won't be dry for almost an hour. What would you like to wear till they're ready?"
I had seen each of their dicks when they were in the tub, but this was the first time getting a good look at them for a side-by-side comparison. Jordan was similar in diameter to Charlie, maybe a skosh bigger than Charlie and maybe ⅜" longer. I glanced at them as quickly as I could to complete the comparison, then quickly looked elsewhere.
"If it's ok with you, can we just have some lunch first? We're really hungry." Jordan asked.
"Yeah, sure. Have a seat at the table." They surprised me, willing to stay naked for lunch.
I turned on the burner under the skillet and increased the heat under the soup. The boys were seated and eating the apple slices already.
My kitchen table has a fashionable, glass-top. I never envisioned that I would have naked children sitting across from me. When I looked at my plate, I couldn't help but see their little dicks through the glass. Jordan's dick, was easiest to see as he was sitting across from me, but I could easily glance to the side of my plate and see Charlie's dick as well. I struggled trying to keep my eyes above the table top.
My mind again wandered back to my mentor Matt when I was their age. Me and Matt spent a lot of time naked together. We used every opportunity to go without clothes, his house, this very house, the clearing out in the woods near us. Matt babysat me one weekend and we were naked from Friday evening till my parents pulled into the driveway Sunday night! Of course we weren't just naked, we were either sucking each other or fucking, depending on the circumstances.
After trying not to look for several minutes, and failing a few times, I spotted Jordan's hand moving under the table. It slowly moved to his thigh, then his fingers reached out and took hold of his dick. He stroked it slowly with his thumb and two fingers. It grew in diameter a bit and about an inch longer. It was pointed straight at me. I stared the whole time. I'm pretty sure Jordan new I was watching him and he put on the show just for me.
I noticed Jordan glancing over at his brother several times before his hand did the same thing, producing another erection I watched grow in profile. Both boys had perfect early-puberty erect penises in their laps. Jordan's was slightly more mature, being marginally larger in length and girth, and with light hair sprouting from his pubis, and underarms. God, how they reminded me of Matt, but his pubes were much thicker. But then he was 15 when I was 10.
We sat almost in silence with just spoons clinking against bowls and other sounds of consuming food.
"What's going to happen to us," Charlie asked.
"That's a good question Charlie, and I don't have an answer. You're the first kids I've ever picked up at Walmart and they didn't even give me a receipt," I joked. "I don't know what protocol is for abandoned children."
"Whatever protocol means, we ain't going back to that fucking foster home." Jordan spat out.
"Ok, no foster homes, I got it, I guess."
"Can we just stay with you?" Charlie asked.
"That's not the way the law works. You gotta stay with someone who will be responsible for you and is approved by the courts and shit."
"If the law says we gotta go back to the last place, we're just gonna run away again. That's a promise!" Jordan declared in no uncertain terms."
"Can I have another sandwich and some more soup?" Charlie asked.
"Me too, if you have enough," Jordan added.
"There is more soup, and I can make more sandwiches, they're easy" I said and stood up. The hard-on in my pants become obvious and both boys looked straight at my crotch. It was only fair, I've been staring that their naked dicks all through lunch.
I made more grilled cheese sandwiches, and refilled their soup, they finished the seconds as well.
I checked their forehead temperatures, 98.4 and 98.2. Good enough. Just call me Doctor Brandon.
The washing machine made its happy sounds indicating it completed the wash cycle and I transferred the clothes to the dryer. I went to the bathroom retrieving the sopping wet towels from where the boys splashed the water out of the tub, and put them in to wash. At least the floor of the bathroom is now clean.
While I was doing that, the boys found my video gaming system. In the menu they found beta versions of games that our group was working on, each of us, beta tests for the other programmers. I have many regular games too and we don't pay for any of this, in fact, we're paid to play it. They found a game they knew and were sitting naked on the couch, leg-to-leg, battling demons from the underworld.
This time I heard the happy sounds from the dryer, and went back to remove the boy's clothes and put the towels in. I was enjoying their nudity, so I just put their dry clothes in the laundry basket, just to see how long it would take for them to get dressed. I rejoined the boys and just enjoyed watching them play their game. I sat where I could see the TV and watch the boys with a turn of my head.
Watching Jordan, was fun, he played with great intensity. And when that intensity got fast and furious, he'd get an erection.
They played the rest of the afternoon and eventually I got up to make dinner.
After a full afternoon of video games I called the boys to dinner. It was a simple meal, meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. As they entered the kitchen still nude and made no attempt to ask about their clothes, I offered, "Would you like to get dressed? Your clothes are dry."
"Do we have to?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, it's fun here. Kinda like at Uncle Matt's house." Jordan added.
Ok, I made my good faith offer, they turned it down. "No I guess not. It you want them they're here in the laundry basket. After dinner I'll put them in the guest room, where you had your nap."
The boys sat at the same places they did at lunch and I served the three plates I'd made up. "Wow, this looks really good. Better than that shitty oatmeal they gave us at the foster place."
"You don't like oatmeal?"
"Yeah, it's ok, but not every night for dinner," Jordan spat.
"So, boys, time to tell me about yourselves. Where are your parents?" I asked sitting down.
"We don't have a dad, and Mom died in June." Jordan explained.
"I'm so sorry, how did she die?" I asked.
"She got hurt at work and the doctors put her on Oxycodone. She got addicted and got some bad pills called fentanyl. She took one dose, went to bed, and didn't wake up in the morning." Jordan explained.
"I see, that's very tragic. So that also explains why you were in foster care. Don't you have any other relatives? Grandparents or anyone? Who's this Uncle Matt you mentioned?"
"We used to have an Uncle Matt, but no grandparents or cousins or anything."
"What happened to Uncle Matt?"
"We used to spend a lot of time at his house. But one day, our mom told us he had a heart arrack and died.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was he close to you?
"Yeah, Uncle Matt was a lot of fun, he let us hang out at his house naked."
"Oh, so that's why you're so comfortable here, naked with me?"
"Yeah, he said we had to keep it a secret from our mom though, but then he died."
"Did you at least get to attend his funeral?" I asked.
"No, mom said there wasn't a funeral or even a burial service. She said the county buried him."
"What else did you do at Uncle Matt's?"
"We played a lot of video games there, he was really good. Had a set-up kinda like yours. He had on-line friends he played with all the time."
"Do anything else?" I asked.
"Well, we did some other stuff, but he made us swear never to tell anyone." Jordan explained.
"Does it matter anymore, now that he's dead?"
"Yeah, you're probably right, it doesn't matter. He taught us how to play with our dicks, and we had some sexy games we played."
"So, I'm assuming you masturbated, sucked, and fucked each other?"
"How did you know that?" Charlie asked
"Those kinds of games aren't all that uncommon. Boys have been doing that to each other since the beginning of mankind. Where did you live at that time?"
"We were in Lockport, Uncle Matt was in South Lockport." Jordan replied
"Oh, that's just north of here. When was all this?"
"Well, Uncle Matt died right after we stayed at his house over Thanksgiving weekend last year." Jordan continued.
My mind once again drifted to my friend Matt and the things we did together. Their Uncle Matt did the same things with them.
"Did Uncle Matt have a screen name for gaming that you remember?" I asked.
"Yeah, `SouthLockport'" Charlie remembered.
This is a small world. I've played on line against SouthLockport, but it's been a long time.
"The calendar app on my phone alarm sounded, reminding me I had a party to attend at my co-worker's house in Pine Hill. I looked at my phone and through the glass top at the crotches of the two naked boys across the table from me. No way am I going to this party. The Buffalo area is getting dumped on, snow wise, making getting there or home at midnight a crapshoot, I also simply didn't want to go, not willing to leave these beautiful boys alone. As I was deciding what to text the party host, her message came through. `Driving banned, streets blocked. Party cancelled. CU@work.
I sent back `later, sorry about your party'.
I stayed home with the boys. "Can we have a fire in the fireplace?" Charlie asked.
"Sure, but you have to help me bring in some wood first." I required.
"Yeah! Alright!"
I led the way to the patio where the split wood was stacked. Gotta give the boys credit, they went out into the 7° temperature, took the wood I handed them, then ran back inside.
The initial fire lay was already in the fireplace, and I lit it with the igniter. Flames jumped up and I added the larger pieces we'd brought in. I took a seat on the couch hoping they would sit with me. The boys grabbed their controllers.
"It was really cold outside. I got the chills. Can I sit in your lap to get warm?"
On, my lap, naked? Oh hell yeah! "Sure. Sit right here," indicating that he should straddle my right leg. Charlie was right next to him and I wanted to leave room for him if he wanted some close contact.
"Can I sit there too?" Charlie asked.
"Sure Charlie, I saved a place just for you. Climb on up here, next to your brother."
Both thighs now had a naked butt perched atop them. Both of my femurs were nestled in the gluteal crease of their butts. Two anuses were touching my pants covering my thighs. My brain created an image of me with both sitting on me, except in it I was naked too, and my John Holmes dream dick was sticking up between them.
I wrapped my arms around their waists, resting my hand near their belly buttons.
They restarted their game where they left off, and quickly reentered the world of the game.
I wiggled my middle fingers, each seeking entrance to their belly buttons. Charlie is the more ticklish of the two and he was giggling and squirming and my finger tried to work its way in while still trying to play the game.
"My dick is cold from being outside," Jordan declared. He grabbed my wrist of the hand attempting to tickle his belly, and moved my hand so my palm covered his dick and my fingers extended down over his tight scrotum. "You can hold that till I warm up."
That was an easy request to fulfil. My palm held his penis over his scrotum and my fingers closed over his balls. His dick was cold against my skin, but that didn't last long as it filled with blood and grew its inch in length, but I could still hold his junk firmly in my hand.
Charlie, I'm learning, is a follower, allowing his brother to lead, and he going with the flow. "Mine too," he said, and he moved my left hand to cover his dick. I gathered up his junk and gave him a firm squeeze. His penis followed suit becoming erect in my grasp.
My dick responded too. It had been lying down over my scrotum. Not where I would have preferred it while becoming the 6" version of itself. It lengthened but reached an impasse in my underwear. As it continued to harden, it kinda folded itself. It was an uncomfortable position to be in and I tried moving as much as I could with two boys in my lap, but got nowhere with it. Finally, Jordan can to my rescue. He reached down and with a simple adjustment, had my dick freed, lying on my abdomen fully hard and throbbing. He went back to his game as if he had not even touched me.
"Lean back on me a bit," I told the boys, and they leaned into my chest, I pressed my butt forward slouching down into the couch, like a recliner, without owning a recliner.
I would squeeze or pull on their little packages every so often, just to remind them I was still holding them, I would feel their little dicks reharden again. That was how we stayed till about 8:30 when I asked, "Anyone want some pumpkin pie with whipped cream?"
"Yeah," came the simultaneous replies and both boys sat up and simply pulled away from my hand, leaving them empty. They were both still erect as they pulled away, but by the time we reached the kitchen, they were back to their original unaroused sizes.
I got out the pie I intended to have as part of my Christmas dinner, cut three small slices, warmed them in the microwave and buried them in canned whipped cream. The boys sat at the table and nibbled at their pie, savoring each bite. Their faces contorting in absolute pleasure.
One yawned, then the other. "Bedtime?" I asked. Both nodded their agreement. "Finish your pie, and I'll tuck you in." they finished using their forks, then licked their plates clean. I picked up their laundry and escorted them to their bedroom.
I dropped their clothes, everything they owned in this world, on the footboard bench, then directed them to the bathroom. "You need to brush your teeth before you go to bed." I pulled out two new brushes and put paste on them, and watched my nudists brush. I made them go the whole two minutes before spiting in the sink. "Ok, to bed," and I swatted their bare behinds lightly they ran from the bath to the bedroom, diving onto the queen bed then burrowing under the thick covers. I tucked the covers under them thinking that perhaps no one had ever done this for them. How sad that would be if it were true.
I sat beside Charlie after tucking him in.
"When we used to hang out with Uncle Matt, he was naked too. Are you ever going to be naked with us?" Jordan asked.
"I don't know Jordan, while I sleep naked, I've only been naked around the house when no one else was around. It might be difficult for me with you guys here."
"You mean you'd be hard all the time. Uncle Matt was hard a lot when he was naked." Charlie offered.
"Yeah, we know what a hard dick looks like, yours wouldn't be the first." Jordan added.
"Can I have a kiss?" Charlie asked.
"Sure." I leaned over his and moved in, his face moved to meet mine and our lips met ever so briefly. "Good night, Charlie."
"Me too," Jordan requested, and I repeated the procedure on the other side of the bed. "Good night, Jordan."
"Good night, Brandon, and thank you."
I turned away quickly; I didn't want him to see my tears. "I'll turn off the light in here, but I'll leave the hallway light on all night.
How could such good kids, get such a shitty hand dealt to them.
I went back to my office and put in a few more hours of work to justify my paycheck for the day, then went to bed at 1:00 a.m.
It was 6° outside with 33 mph winds. -17 with the wind chill. According to the National Weather Service, Buffalo got 22.3" of snow Friday, breaking the record for most snowfall in a day.