Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:06:06 -0400
From: Isaac Ryan <ryisaac@gmail.com>
Subject: Adult Youth: Kid Brother's Slumber Party

I'm not really into guys. I've been quite satisfied with women since I
became interested in sex.

Last weekend, during happy hour, my gay friend asked me if I'd ever done
anything with a guy and I told him this story. He really enjoyed it the
way (he said) a straight guy enjoys "Dear Penthouse" stories. "Right," I
said. "I only read Penthouse for the pictures."

Regardless, I agreed that I would put it in writing for him if he gave me
a hand with my year-end taxes. This way, all you guys get to read about a
straight boy's one experience with another boy, and I get optimal
calculation of business expenses.

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My name is Isaac. I'm 22-years-old, right now, but this story takes place
when I was 19. My brother, Kyle, is almost ten years younger than me. So,
three years ago, my brother had a birthday party and invited a bunch of
his fourth grade friends to come over and watch the Harry Potter DVD that
I gave him for his birthday.

I should mention that I, in no way, orchestrated this little foray. My
brother is a Harry Potter nut (even more now that he's 12) and I thought
it was a pretty decent gift to give him. I didn't recommend that he
invite a bunch of 9-year-olds over to his house, and I definitely didn't
expect what happened. Granted, I may've spurred things that night, but
being horny makes you do weird things. I can assure you that this was not
premeditated, though (as my CPA friend would agree), it has been
post-meditated a lot.

Kyle's friends came over at 6pm for pizza and cake and I was home from
college for the summer; missing my girlfriend and trying to keep a summer
job. There was about a dozen boys ranging in height and I remember being
pretty surprised by how diverse his friends were. Kyle's a Boy Scout and
a member of the neighborhood swimming team, so there were a bunch of
pretty fit kids there. He also has friends that play Dungeons and Dragons
and Magik, which I undoubtedly would've harassed if I was in their grade.
Kyle's a bit different than me as he's a lot friendlier and certainly
more open to differences.

This isn't to say that I'm prejudiced at all. But I played football and
hockey in school, so most of my friends were jocks. And through years
spent in locker rooms, I was never tempted to let a buddy come on to me.

I was up in my room, chatting with my girl on AIM and could hear the
wizard's duels blaring from the TV downstairs. I'm not into cyber, so
this particular chat session left me feeling horny, but bored. I signed
off and left to use the bathroom.

As I was standing there pissing, trying to block out the television, I
heard it become a bit louder, as if someone had opened the door. I looked
to see one of Kyle's friends (whom I later learned was named Adam)
standing in the doorway, glued to my dick. I followed his glance to my
cock to make sure he was actually looking at it and thought "any minute
now, this kid is going to freak out and go running out the room. Needless
to say, he didn't. He just kept watching me piss.

I remember I was wearing a T-shirt and boxers, and he was in full-length
pajamas. I'm about 9" hard, but only 4-5" soft. I'm circumcised and have
a big set of balls that my girlfriend loves to suck. I wouldn't say I'm
that much bigger than most guys, but my analysis is based on porno and
locker room glances, so I could be wrong. Anyway, I finished up, shook
off and flushed. Walking over to the sink, I said "It's all yours," to
the kid.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked up to my face, blushing.

"You know, we normally knock in this house," I said.

He slowly walked over to the toilet and stood there as I washed my hands
and started to leave. I think he was afraid to pull his dick out in front
of me, concerned about the size of a 9-year-old next to someone a decade
older. Maybe he was just lost in thought, though. "You should consider
locking the door," I said. And walked out.

I went back to my room and started looking through Internet porn,
dismissing the whole scene from my head. I had to laugh a little, as I'd
never really experienced making someone embarrassed by size and, it was
also the only attention my dick had all summer (other than masturbating
to magazines and porn-sites). I wasn't really into the current week's
selection of girls so I flicked off the computer and climbed into bed.

After the movie had died down, I heard the sounds of people spreading out
sleeping bags and drifting off to sleep. I was thirsty, so I tip-toed
down to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. The light from the fridge
cast shadows across the floor, to the hallway where the kids could be
seen sleeping. I heard some resituating behind me and figured the light
had woken some of them up. Tipping the orange juice to my lips, I stole a
glance in the kitchen window of the reflection behind me. Adam's eyes
were locked on my back, unblinking.

Putting the orange juice back, I closed the fridge and the room became
dark again.

I awoke a few hours later hearing some noises in my room. I kept still
and listened to the sounds of someone nearing my bed. Through slitted
eyes, I saw Adam's bare feet tip-toe across the room and stop against the
edge of the bed. My hand, laying of the edge felt the side of the boy's
pajama pants and the heat of his hip.

Slowly, delicately, he reached out to me and lifted my T-shirt to above
my tummy. Then he stopped and I could hear him breathing softly. After a
moment or two, he leaned over and I could feel his crotch against the
back of my hand. Pressed against me, I felt the unmistakable rigidity of
a 9-year-old penis. It was warm and he gently swayed to have it rub back
and forth on my knuckles.

I felt his cold fingers gently touch the top of my boxer shorts and lift
them up. He held his breath as he tried to lower them down to get another
glance at my soft cock.

I thought "This isn't fucking happening." Kyle's little friend is rubbing
his dick on me while staring at mine? I grabbed his hand from my boxers
and held him around the wrist hard.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I whispered.

Adam tried to pull away, whimpering quickly. I could see he was scared
and his eyes started welling with tears. Without letting go, I jumped out
of bed and grabbed him by the front of his pajamas and pinned him against
my closet door. He was hanging about a foot in the air and gravity pulled
his shirt up to his ribs, exposing a tight, hairless stomach. I could
feel his rapid pulse through my knuckles as tears started streaming down
his face.

"Thought you'd get a second look, huh? Like you didn't get a good enough
look the first time?"

"N-no, I.."

"You what? You wanted to see what a big cock is supposed to look
like?...Huh?"

I pulled him away from the wall and closer to me so his body dangled
against mine, his still-hard dick jabbing me in the ribs. He leaned his
head back and a tear streamed down his cheek and landed on my hand. I
pushed my face into his ear and whispered slowly to him "Fine, faggot.
You wanted to see it? Let me give you a good look." I let go and he
dropped to the ground on his knees, bent over crying. Grabbing him by the
hair, I lifted his head and pressed his face to my crotch. Surprisingly,
he didn't fight it at all.

"Pull them down," I said.

Slowly, the boy raised is shaking fingers and hooked the top of my
boxers. He gently pulled them down to expose my growing cock, which was
now about 6". Adam gasped and I felt him struggling my grasp to push his
own face against me. I felt his breath against my balls as my dick
flopped against his nose and cheeks. Automatically, the boy began licking
it.

"That's it, keep going."

The boy's tongue, reluctantly at first, explored around my dick as it
grew to its full size before his eyes. When it was fully engorged with
blood, he ran his tongue up the length of it and let it swirl around the
head. His hands left my boxers at my knees and stroked up my thighs until
one cupped my balls (which didn't fit in his hands) and the other held
the base of my shaft.

"C'mon, cocksucker, swallow it," I whispered.

The boy looked up at me with his huge, innocent eyes, and then looked
back to my monster cock. I smiled and nodded as he opened his mouth wide
and began to take it in. I noticed his pajamas had pitched a little tent
as he slowly swallowed my dick.

He was taking his time, enjoying his first chance at giving a blowjob,
but I was too horny to let the boy go at his pace. I grabbed the sides of
his little face and shoved my cock the whole way in. I felt it hit the
back of his throat and turn to keep going down. He gagged and squeezed
his eyes closed so I pulled it out again. Giving him a second to catch
his breath, I waited for him to re-open his mouth. When he did, I rammed
my cock back into his throat and again the boy gagged. Tears started
streaming down his cheeks again and his hands went to my waist and pushed
to get my cock out of his throat again. I started to feel bad, so I let
him pull it out. I looked at his face as he gasped for air and decided
that I'd tortured the kid enough. But instead, he grabbed my waist and
shoved my cock back in. Again and again he ate my cock, faster and
faster. The boy stopped gagging and his throat opened up to make room
from my thick intruder.

Gradually, his hands fell away from my waist as he offered his mouth to
me. I slammed my cock in him again and again as his fingers explored my
balls and ass. His little hands cupped my cheeks and squeezed them as I
pounded his 9-year-old face.

"This is fucking hot," I thought, and realized I was getting close to
cumming. Then reality hit me that I was violating a fourth grader and
(even though he had it coming to him) I was worried about if anyone found
out. I pulled my cock out of his begging lips and backed up from him.

"That's all you get, cocksucker." I said. The boy stayed on his knees as
I pulled my shorts up over my pulsing cock. The tip of it was over my
waistline, so I covered it with my shirt.

He stared into my eyes, and pleaded with his gaze.

"You've had enough." I whispered.

He got up and walked slowly toward me.

I pushed him away.

"Get the fuck out of here." I said.

He walked toward me again.

"NO!" I snapped thru gritted teeth.

I threw him against the wall and he merely looked down at his feet.

After a second, he walked toward me again. I was starting to get fed up
with the kid, so I grabbed him by the shirt again and lifted him in the
air. His tummy and chest was still red from the last time I grabbed him
and I could see the little welts beginning to rise.

I spun around with him in the air and threw him at the bed. He landed
with a bounce, shirt up to his nipples, hair thrown back, legs splayed
wide, with his cock still rock-hard.

"You want me to cum on you? You want to taste big-boy cum?"

The boy (obviously not knowing what cum was), just stared.

I jumped on the bed nest to him and pulled his shirt over his head. In
one swift motion, I grabbed his waste and yanked his pajama bottoms and
underwear off him. He lay wiggled to get out of my grasp but I pinned him
by the chest with my left hand and held him under his balls with my right
hand. His arms shot up to my shoulder, trying to release my grasp, and I
watched the boy writhe in embarrassment. His hairless armpits gave way to
a defined, fit boy's chest. His little nipples bounded as he breathed
hard. His stomach was rampant and cascaded down to the only hair on the
boy's body; slight wisps of light brown pubic hair too short to curl and
too think to cover his pinkish skin. My thumb and forefinger wrapped
around his crotch like the band on boy's cotton briefs. The palm of my
hand lay firm against the bare skin under his balls and my middle three
fingers lay happily inside the cheeks of his ass (above his little hole).

Adam kept wiggling and I watched his body flex and unflex in the
moonlight coming in the bedroom window. It was perfectly smooth like a
young swimmer, and only had goose bumps on his upper thighs. It was
perfect.

"Fine, I'm gonna let you taste my cum," I said. With my left hand, I
pushed his shoulder under my knee and released my cock again over his
face. With my right hand, I grabbed the boy's smooth little penis and
gently worked it up and down. I watched his writhing slow, and then stop
all together as he watched me stroke his little penis. I paused a little
to play with his soft, warm balls and he moved his glance to my cock,
inches above his mouth.

"Open your mouth, here it comes" I said. The boy did as he was told and i
aimed the tip for his quivering tongue. I continued to stroke him as I
took in the delicious scene below me. Me, in complete control of this
slave-boy, desperate to appease my every whim. I could tell he liked
surrendering control, he liked being putty in my hands, having me
forcibly have my way with his virgin skin. The boy started bucking, as if
he was close to orgasm, when I shot my load.

The first jet pummeled his tongue and the back of his throat. Caught
off-guard, he closed his mouth and swallowed as the second jet hit his
nostrils and under his eye. Spurt after spurt covered his face as I
moaned out load. It was only after i stopped cumming that he again opened
his eyes and mouth to take in my softening cock. I squeezed every drop
out as he licked my penis head until it became sensitive. I let it lay in
his mouth as he looked at me with his big, beautiful eyes and sucked my
tip dry.

Only then, did I un-pin his shoulder and lay back on the bed next to him.
I could hear his little heart beating rapidly as I reached for a
pillowcase and threw it on his face. He slowly wiped the cum off and
mechanically put his pajamas on as he stared at my reddened cock.

"Wh-what was that?" he whispered after minutes of silence.

"Cum?" I questioned. "It's what happens when big boys have orgasms. Did
you like the taste, cocksucker?"

He shrugged and licked his lips.

"Get out." I whispered.

He slowly found his way to the door and looked back at me, smiling.

"You should've knocked, earlier." I said. "Now, leave."

He walked out of the room and I exhaled, feeling the relaxation of a
tremendous orgasm. My mind whirled between what had happened and I
started drifting to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later and looked at the clock. It was 6:30 and the
sun was starting to come up. I thought that I should pull my boxers back
up and smiled thinking of my night. I then, for the second time that
evening, heard a sound again.

Adam walked quietly back into my room and whispered "You awake?"

I pretended to be asleep and after a moment, he approached the bed again.

I heard him pulling his pants down and begin stroking his penis by my
face. This boy isn't going to go to bed without having his own orgasm, I
thought, and wondered if about his bucking before. Did I keep stroking
long enough to let the little boy climax? Either I did, and he was ready
to go again, or I didn't, and he wanted to have his own fun. I guess, if
he's too young to cum, you can never be too sure.

I felt his penis press to my lips, but i kept them closed. He rubbed it
against my lips and i felt his balls meet my cheek. The warmth of his
little body against me was intoxicating. After a while of rubbing I felt
him press harder as his body began to shudder. Faster and faster he
stroked his penis against my lips as i slipped them open a bit to let it
fall inside my mouth. He was leaning over me entirely and I felt his cock
dart in and out of my mouth until he held it still. It twitched a number
of times on my tongue and I heard him whimper and shake.

He slowly pulled it out and buttoned up his pajamas. Before exiting the
room, i felt his lips against mine. Then I fell asleep.

The morning came too quickly and I found myself at the table eating a
bowl of cereal and reading the sports page of the local paper. The boys
were in the other room making way too much noise as a few teetered in and
out looking for orange juice. I poured myself a cup of coffee, stealing
glances to see what Adam looked like in the daylight.

Eventually he came the room and I saw his cherubic face. He grinned at me
and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table.

"You look tired," my brother Kyle said.

"I didn't sleep, much." Adam said to him and stole another glance to me.

The kids all started sitting around the table, eating their various
breakfasts, and soon the table was crowded and chairs were pushed closer
so that legs touched. Adam was pinned next to me as he took cautious
bites from his apple and joined in the conversations with the other boys.

I tried to ignore them all as I continue to shovel cereal in my mouth and
read the rest of the sports page. That was when I felt a hand on the
crotch of my sweat pants as it fumbled for the drawstrings. I looked down
to see Adam's brave little hand, amongst his peers, searching my boxers
for a hardening and excited cock.

Surveying the scene, I realized that the with the layout and commotion,
nobody could see the boy's hand, so I let him continue his quest. Finding
my penis, the boy began stroking me off. I felt like a naughty boy scout
troop leader, being brought to near orgasm in front of a pack of kids.
This boy certainly likes the fear of getting caught, I thought.

His hand ducked out of my sweat pants and up to the table to pass the
milk to another kid on his left. He's a pro, I thought. I watched him
force a fake cough into his hand and when it returned to my throbbing
cock, realized he'd stolen that opportunity to lubricate the stroking
with a little of his own spit. I wondered if it was still commingled with
my cum from the night's escapades.

Flipping the paper, I perpetuated his game and acted oblivious to
anything. He continued a conversation with the other boys and gently
worked my cock to orgasm. In seconds, cum was spraying all over the
inside of my boxers and soaking the boy's little hand.

I wonder how he'll explain this one, I thought. Surely bringing his hand
back to the table, covered in semen, is something that's hard to explain.

When he was sure that my cock was satisfied, he made his move. A spoon
fell from the table in front of him and he quietly said "oops".
Scootching his chair out, Adam bent over to recover the spoon. I watched
his pajama shirt pull taught against his small perfect back, exposing the
crack of the top of his hairless ass. When he returned to the table, he
had the spoon in his right hand, which was completely absent of my cum.

He looked over at me, smiled, and licked his lips.

"How does that taste?" I said to him. He looked at his cereal, then at my
crotch, and said, "It's my new favorite breakfast."

Sneaky little guy.

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I did see Adam again, from time-to-time but we never had the opportunity
to play again. After summer, I went back to school. Every once in a while
I'd come home and ask Kyle if he still kept in touch with his old
friends. I guess Adam and him went their separate ways, and they didn't
really hang out much anymore. I know, though, to this day, that that
little cocksucker is still out there, giving amazing blowjobs and
thinking of when he first tasted cum. I wonder if he's ever learned to
knock.

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