Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2016 17:58:18 +0000 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BROTHER AMOS AND THE BOYS - 1 Adult/Youth m/b/b oral This story is completely fiction. It is a story about men and minors. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. I have other stories at Nifty. If you're interested, click my name on Nifty's Prolific Authors page. Copyright 2016 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I WILL answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story as the Subject, and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com BROTHER AMOS AND THE BOYS - 1 "They call him Brother Amos, but he's not a preacher -- not yet," Bernie whispered to his best friend. He was whispering because they weren't supposed to be in the woods behind the campground, but it was a shortcut from the cottage of Bernie's family. There was a whole row of cottages, cramped side-by-side; but it was free time, and everybody should be out doing something. Or napping. But Bernie wanted go through the woods, just in case. "He said you have to be 21, and he's only 20. And he's still in Bible College." Bernie and Alex walked carefully, watching where they were going. It would be hard to explain snake bites or ticks when they got back. The boys had been best friends for a long time. They shared the same birth date, and they would both be celebrating their tenth right before school started. They had to skirt around most of the campground, but it was safer this way. Bernie grinned, anticipating their visit; he'd gotten to know Brother Amos really well the previous summer, and Brother Amos was expecting them. He'd seen them come out of the shower house, and he'd given Bernie the signal. But Alex had never been to the cottage before. In fact this was the first time he'd gone to the Holiness Campmeeting with his buddy. He'd been invited before, but after hearing Bernie complain about how boring it was, he'd always said 'no.' Bernie had come back from camp last year, however, with experiences he shared as soon as possible with Alex. And doing something with a grownup was something the boys had talked about, but it hadn't happened yet for Alex. "There," Bernie said, finally. He pointed to the little cottage in a clearing. They could see the rows of other cottages behind it in the distance on all four sides the biggest building on the campground -- the old wooden tabernacle where the preaching and singing went on each evening -- "Boring," Bernie had always reported -- and it loomed over everything else on the campground. Bernie used to think it was three weeks of boring, boring, borning -- but not anymore! Bernie knocked on the door, and it was immediately opened. "Boys," Brother Amos greeted them. "Come on in." Alex had seen Brother Amos only from a distance -- that morning -- but close up he was taller than he had looked then. His t-shirt revealed his strong arms and broad shoulders -- not exactly what you'd expect from a preacher. Or a preacher-to-be. Brother Amos' dark eyes followed the boys as they walked in and sat on his old sofa. He pushed back his dark brown hair -- a stark contrast to the blond hair of the two visitors. "Brother Amos," Bernie began, "this is Alex, my best friend I told you about." The man smiled at the introduction and saw that Alex was a little nervous, meeting him for the first time. "Just relax, Alex," Brother Amos said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to here." But Bernie was anxious to get to the reason for their visit. "Um... can we just..." He motioned to the big bed on the opposite side of the room. "...get naked and play?" Brother Amos finished for him. "Well, that's what we all want to do, right?" He kept his eyes on boy that was new to him. He saw Alex squirm a bit on the sofa, and he wondered what was happening between the boy's legs. It was obvious what was happening between Bernie's legs. Bernie was rubbing his crotch with a big grin on his face. And that was all the invitation Bernie needed. He stood up, and it was apparent that there was a bulge in the nine-year-old's pants. Bernie pulled off his t-shirt. Brother Amos followed his lead. And he was relieved when Alex hesitated only a moment before he pulled his off, too. Brother Amos looked at the two smooth little chests, and his own dick stirred. The boys were about the same height, shared blond hair, about the same build. They could have passed for brothers. His eyes travelled down from the little nipples that were hardly visible to their bellybuttons. Up to the brown shoulders -- both boys had a good tan from the summer -- and back down those chests. Brother Amos turned and walked to the bed, sitting on it to take off his shoes and socks. Bernie sat next to him, and when his shoes and socks were off, he suddenly turned to the man and threw his arms around him. Brother Amos hugged his little friend and ran his fingers through his soft hair. Brother Amos looked over at Alex, who hadn't come all the way over to the bed yet. Alex relaxed a bit and came closer, pulling his shoes and socks off on the way. He tripped when he got closer and fell into Bernie. Bernie pulled him up, and the boys rolled backward together on the bed. Alex didn't flinch at all when Bernie reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled them off by the legs, and the boys giggled as the movement rolled Alex back on his butt. It was Alex's turn, and he de-pantsed Bernie. They began to wrestle as good friends do. Brother Amos watched the tanned legs, shoulders, and arms as they flew quickly. The white little-boy briefs hugged their young asses and accented the tan on the rest of their bodies. It was a sight from a wet dream. Two beautiful boys touching and rolling and giggling and enjoying their closeness, all the physical contact most boys want but are too shy to initiate. Finally, they fell apart, panting but still giggling. "You boys sure are good friends," Brother Amos said. He pulled his pants off, and he knew his cock was tenting his briefs. It didn't take much exposure to little boys to turn him on. Brother Amos smiled as Bernie threw his arms around him again. Warm flesh against young warm flesh. The boy's breath on his chest. He moved one hand down to cup the little ass and bent his head to the boy. They kissed as though Alex -- who was watching carefully -- weren't even there. Their lips met, and then their tongues brushed against each other. Bernie pushed his hard little cotton-covered peter against the man's abdomen. Brother Amos' free hand moved slowly and lightly over the smooth back. Their kiss continued for a while, and then they both had to stop to catch their breath. "Wow," Alex whispered. "Bernie," Brother Amos said, "Maybe Alex would like a kiss now." He suspected that the boys had shared that and more, but he wouldn't ask. Bernie grinned and walked on his knees over to his buddy, and without hesitation their arms circled each other and their lips met. Brother Amos' cock was twitching at the sight. Two young boys, their tanned bodies locked together. Pressing their lips to each other, then parting them to let their tongues play. Their cotton-covered groins were pressed tightly together, and the boys were humming as they enjoyed a long, deep, wet kiss. Boy lovers. Beautiful. They parted and both smiled shy little smiles at the man standing by the bed. It was the first time they had ever been intimate with each other in the presence of an adult -- or anyone, for that matter. Brother Amos lay down on the bed and arranged them all so that he was between the two boys. And their tented boy briefs. Bernie lay his head on Brother's Amos well-defined chest and let his hand play against his abs. "Can I touch it," he asked quietly. "You can do anything you want, honey," Brother Amos whispered. He lay still as the warm little fingers moved down and under the waistband of his briefs. When they reached the pubes, the finger stopped to play with them. Then Bernie shifted himself a bit so he could reach farther down. He got his fingers to the root of the hard cock, and then ran them up to the top. He touched the lips of the cockhead, and, when he pulled his fingers out, one was wet with precum. He started to suck on it himself, but he stopped. "Is it okay... if I let Alex have it?" "Of course." Bernie reached his finger out to his buddy. Bernie had told him about all the tastes he'd discovered, and Alex had never yet tasted precum. He licked Bernie's finger and then sucked on it. He grinned his pleasure at the smoothness on his tongue and his lips, and Bernie reached over, caught Alex's shoulder and urged him to get closer. Their faces met over Brother Amos' abdomen, and they kissed briefly. Brother Amos was certain Bernie would have felt his cock flex with that sight. Alex's soft hand lay flat on the broad chest, and he moved it slowly, feeling the muscles underneath. Bernie encouraged him by moving his own hand over the chest and down to the abdomen. Brother Amos drew a deep breath with the sensations those little hands were causing. Warm palms, twenty little fingers... He felt one hand move to his bellybutton and a finger traced the line of hair that moved down from it. "Happy trail," he heard Bernie say softly. The waistband was pulled down slowly. Alex go this first close look at a man's pubes as they appeared. He reached out to touch the soft hair. Brother Amos felt fingers move down alongside his cock. They were Bernie's, he was sure. They closed around the hard shaft, and his cock was moved upward. He felt the waistband pop over his cockhead, and he was fully exposed to the boys. He always thrilled when a new little boy saw his manhood for the first time, and he looked at Alex to see the wonder on his face. His cock was over seven inches long when fully hard, and the boy had probably never seen such a thing. He knew the precum was glistening on his cockhead, and then he felt a finger wipe at it. He had to look. It was Alex this time. Touching an adult's peter for the very first time, wiping some of the precum with his finger, and moving the finger to his mouth to lick it, then suck on it. Bernie was grinning at his buddy from the other side of the cock and began to slowly move his hand up and down the shaft. Brother Amos shifted his legs enough that Bernie got the message and pulled his briefs off of him completely, and for the first time the man was fully naked for the boys. And about as hard as he got. He lay his head back and let Bernie stroke him lightly. He felt little fingers -- this time it was Alex -- at his ballsac, feeling it, moving the balls carefully. Brother Amos was rather proud of his big balls and the way they hung low. But he jerked with surprise when he felt the wet warmness engulf his cockhead. It was Bernie. The boy took his cockhead completely into his little mouth and sucked gently. He used his tongue to lick over it and around it, just as Brother Amos had taught him. He loved the taste of the cock, the heat of it against his tongue, the hardness of it against his lips. Bernie sucked slowly. He'd gotten his first taste of grownup peter last summer when he and Brother Amos first got to know each other. Bernie had handled his friend Alex's peter -- they had played with each other lots of time. But when Bernie got back from camp last summer, he had shown Alex how much fun sucking a peter was. Since then, they'd had lots of chances to suck each other. Alex watched him. Their own peters were nothing like this. Each was around three inches long when hard, and they had work at it but they could get each other's peter completely in their mouths. That wouldn't -- couldn't happen -- with this big peter -- bigger than he'd imagined a peter could get. He watched the lips and cheeks of his friend move, attached to the long, thick peter by the cockhead alone. He reached over and closed his hand around the shaft. Brother Amos inhaled deeply with this new touch. The man raised his head a bit to see the boys enjoy his manhood. He watched as Bernie removed the cockhead from his mouth, licked it around, and then held it to his friend, offering him his first taste of real cock. Alex's hand was still around the big shaft, and Brother Amos could feel his fingers shake a bit with his nervousness. Alex's tongue moved, tentatively, for his first taste of grownup peter. His tongue licked slowly at the little hole, then all aorund it. And then he slowly lowered his mouth over it. Brother Amos sighed and let his head fall back on the bed. He loved it when boys enjoyed his cock, and this boy was sucking a big cock for the very first time. He was assuming now that the boys had sucked each other, since Alex had at least some knowledge of what to do. The boy didn't move the dick into his mouth past the cockhead, but he licked and sucked more rapidly. "Whoa, there, little buddy," Brother Amos said. "We've got over and hour." Alex lifted his head from the wet cockhead and grinned at Brother Amos. Yes, he was much more confident and relaxed about his first session with a grownup. "But you boys aren't even naked yet," the man admonished with a smile. "I need to take care of that." Bernie took that as his cue to fall back on the bed, and Alex followed. Brother Amos moved over them to Bernie's side and for a moment just enjoyed what lay before him. Two young boys, one more experienced in sex with a man and one yet to become that way -- and both to be introduced to a brand new adventure in sex during camp this year. He ran his big hand up from Bernie's ankle, over his knee, up the smooth thigh and cupped the little peter, still captive in the white boybriefs. He lowered his hand a bit and walked his fingers from the top of the thigh and across that warm sensitive place until his finger touched a little ballsac. He knew those balls well -- or at least as they had been the previous summer. His hard cock was swinging over the boy as Brother Amos slowly circled his little dick with his hand. A boy's dick. Or peter, as these boys liked to say. Something so small, and yet so hard. And so warm. He let his thumb cross the tiny dickhead and heard the familiar sound of Bernie's sigh. He looked at the boy's face. Eyes closed. Lips relaxed. Breathing slowly. Enjoying the fingers exploring his peter. Brother Amos looked over at Alex to find him watching carefully. He leaned down and sucked gently on the cotton-covered dickhead and heard that sigh again. "Help me get your friend's underpants off," he said to Alex. Alex was ready. They pulled the waistband downward until the hard peter popped out. Then down his legs and off over his feet. Bernie lay naked in front of them. His peter was pink, standing straight up, all three inches. The little dickhead was a darker pink. The little balls were encircled in a small white sac up against Bernie's body. A perfect little peter. "You suck him first," Brother Amos said quietly. Alex looked at him a moment, pleased that he had been given the first chance to suck and feeling, somehow, that it recognized his special place as Bernie's best friend. He smiled at the big man, then he lowered his face. Brother Amos lowered his, too. He didn't want to miss the sight of that little peter being pulled into his buddy's mouth. His cock flexed as it rubbed against the bed when he lowered himself, then flexed again at the beautiful sight of a young boy sucking his friend's dick into his mouth. So intimate. So loving. So exciting. Alex took the three inches fully into his mouth, obviously experienced with it, and he began to nurse it, moving his head up and down. He slowed down, then stopped, holding the wet dick out to Brother Amos. The man smiled and leaned over Bernie. He blew on the wet dick first, and Bernie moaned. Then he took it entirely into his mouth, sucking gently. He used his tongue to wash it around and around. He put one knee over Bernie so he could get his hands underneath and cup those warm asscheeks. He pulled the boy's middle up to him as he sucked. He let one finger move into the warm crack behind Bernie and found his little pucker. He rubbed it as he nursed on the sweet cocklet in his mouth. "Ooooo..." Bernie moaned. "Yessss..." Brother Amos didn't change the pace, just kept it slow and easy. He glanced at Alex to find the boy's face lowered to watch his friend's peter disappear into the mouth sucking at it. Sucking gently, pulling his lips slowly up the short little shaft, licking the tip of the dickhead, then lowering his tightened lips down to the base. He loved the scent of boy there. Right where the dick met the mound that would one day grown hair. He continued to move, knowing that the tension inside the little body under him was growing. "Mmmmm..." Bernie was sounding a little louder now. He knew what was happening, and he desperately wanted it to happen, but he wanted it to last forever... "AAAA..." He began to pant loudly. "Uh... uhh... uhhhh.... OOOOOOOO..." His boy orgasm exploded inside him, his thighs quivering and his peter thrashing around inside the mouth holding him. "OOOOOOOooooo..." Brother Amos kept the little dick in his mouth, enjoying the rapid motions of it, the feel of it jumping against his tongue and cheeks, feeling it grown even warmer as Bernie experienced his dry cum. "aaaaa...." Bernie sighed when it was over. It was always over too soon. Brother Amos smiled at Alex as they watched a nine-year-old enjoy the afterglow of a great orgasm, Alex knowing that his turn was coming, and Brother Amos feeling the wondrous excitement he always felt when giving a boy such pleasure. When Brother Amos looked at him, Alex lay back on the bed next to his buddy. Brother Amos pulled his little briefs off with a single, long movement, and he was completely naked in front of a grown-up for the first time. He could feel his peter. It felt so good when it was hard. He watched the man above it lower his head to lick gently at the little pink tip. "Mmmmm..." Alex's voice was high and sang of his pleasure. He looked down again in time to see the pink tip of his peter disappear into Brother Amos' mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned involuntarily. The hot wet mouth was so different than Bernie's! He felt the tongue wash over and around it again and again. He felt the big hand reach under him and grasp his boybutt, lifting him to the mouth working his peter. He felt a finger part his asscheeks, find his poophole, and rub it gently. He jerked at this unfamiliar touch -- he and Bernie had never done anything like that -- and then surrendered to the waves of pleasure radiating from his hole throughout his body. Brother Amos felt the young body jerk beneath him as it experienced an adult's mouth for the first time. His lips were pressed tightly against the boy's smooth pubic mound and underneath his peter. But he was gentle in moving the little cocklet around in his mouth. He used his tongue to rub the tiny dickhead against the inside of one cheek, then the other. His tongue felt enormous when he licked around the little head and over the tiny end. But he could feel the warmth of boydick in his mouth, the smoothness of the skin around it, and the hardness inside it that so pleased the boy. The taste of the little tool in his mouth was so pleasing to Brother Amos that he savored it just a moment -- just the taste of the flesh itself -- before he resumed licking. When he began to suck, the boy beneath him pressed his midsection into his mouth so hard it took Brother Amos by surprise. He smiled to himself as he sucked; little Alex must have decided he likes grownup cocksuckers, he thought. Bernie watched his buddy being sucked while he played with his own peter. Then he had an idea. He scooted up closer to Alex's head and turned so that his peter was just inches from Alex's mouth. Alex's eyes were focused on the man at his peter, but when he saw his buddy's movements he turned to look. Bernie's peter, hard again, was almost at his lips. He smiled weakly and opened his mouth. Bernie and Alex had, indeed sucked each other quite a few times, as Brother Amos had suspected. When the little three inches being offered him were close enough to his mouth, Alex sucked it in and began to use Bernie's peter in the same way his own was being used. Bernie scooted even closer, pressing his smooth pubic mound to Alex's lips. Brother Amos had gradually increased the tempo of his tongue licking the boy's little prick, and Alex started to squirm under him as the heat inside him grew. Alex moaned against Bernie's peter. Then the tension inside Alex's belly grew tighter and tighter; he knew he was close to the dry cum he loved to share with his friend. Somehow, getting a blowjob from a grownup just made it all... better... hotter... Alex couldn't help dropping Bernie's peter when his moans became louder. He was losing control to that powerful urge inside him, that urgent need that grew bigger and bigger... "OOoooooo... ooooooooooo..." His high little voice was music to Brother Amos' ears, and he sucked deeper, faster. "Aaaaaaaaaa..." Alex bucked under Brother Amos, but the man held his slender hips tight so he didn't lose his treat. His own cock pulsed as the boy rode his orgasm, taking him higher and higher... The little peter was hot against his tongue, and he couldn't keep it in one place in his mouth; the pleasure that erupted from the little boy seemed to fill the man's mouth as well. And then the orgasm faded. Brother Amos licked the little sex tool a few times and let it fall from his lips. "See," Bernie whispered to his buddy. "Didn't I tell you that his blowjob was awesome?" Alex smiled weakly. He couldn't speak yet. "And boys," Brother Amos said, stroking his now erect cock, "we've just started." He smiled at his lovely little boys, thinking of the three weeks ahead of them. But aware of the time today, he got up on his knees and began to jack off. The boys watched a long string of precum fall slowly and land on Alex's belly. And then it began. Strands of warm cum shot from the big red cockhead, falling across their chests, hitting Bernie on the chin, connecting Alex's little nipples with a line of cream, and, finaly, a drop onto Alex's hard little peter. Before the boys knew what he was doing, Brother Amos licked the cum off Bernie and kissed him, letting the cum fall into the boy's mouth. Then he did the same for Alex. He cleaned the boys thoroughly with his tongue and hustled them into their clothes. "Get to your class, boys," he said. "Don't be late. You know Brother Isaiah hotes that. See you during the rest hour tomorrow." And his two little boys trotted off into the woods, satisfied but still yearing for more. Brother Amos smiled. He got his own clothes on in anticipation of his next visitor.