Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2013 05:19:39 -0700 From: Pieni Kukko Subject: Levi's Secret Sex Life, Chapter 3 Levi's Secret Sex Life Part 3- The Bath By Jameson (pienikukko@gmail.com) (gay, high school, young friends, 1st time, oral, anal, spank, ymg, virg, 2+ boys, B, b,) This story contains descriptions of sex between a 17 year old boy and a 12 year old boy, group sex between boys of various ages, and may include some dominance and spanking, as well as sex between underage boys and adult men. References to religion, bullying, and paternal neglect also take place in this story. If it is illegal to read stories of this nature where you live, please do not read, and ensure compliance with the law. If you find this material offensive, do NOT read. Feel free to email me any comments, suggestions or questions you may have. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! "Where does cum come from?" I asked Martin as soon as I was settled in the bathtub. Martin wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him and lifting me up a bit, so that his cock slid under my butt and in between my legs. I pushed myself further up with my legs until my head was on his shoulder. "Your balls" he said, sliding one hand down my stomach to rest on my balls. "But, your balls are big, but that was way too much cum!" I said. Martin took one of my balls in his fingers and gently rolled it before letting go and sliding his finger in between my balls and my butt hole. He pressed a spot there and my entire body jumped. "What the heck?" I yelled. Martin pulled me closer to him again, laughing. "That's called your prostate. Or at least that's what a doctor calls it. I call it a p-spot. Because that's the spot that you hit when you're fucking someone to make them cum. And that's where precum is made, and that's where the liquid that your cum uses to come out comes from. Or something like that, I don't exactly remember. But that's why there's more cum than can fit in your balls. And by the way, I have never, ever cummed that much. I didn't even think it was possible for someone to cum that much. But that's what you do to me" He whispered in my ear. I blushed. I couldn't help it. I just lay there for a bit, while Martin played with my cock and my balls, tickling my ball sack and massaging my thighs under the water. I slipped a hand into the water and put it on his leg. It amazed me his big his legs were. And all of the muscle he had on them was incredible. Compared to me. Martin was nice, but he wasn't a body builder or anything. He was tall, thin, but kind of buff too. Especially his legs, they were really nice and hard. That was probably because he played so much soccer. He was good at it too. I'd seen him play. Not that I was supposed to, or that he knew. I stopped touching his leg and put my hand on my stomach. I probably shouldn't tell him that I went to soccer games just to stare at him. "You know, I used to have a cock like this once" he said, giving my cock a squeeze with his fingers. I turned to look at him in confusion. "Are you, jealous of my cock?" I asked him. "Maybe I am." He said. I frowned at him. "Why? it's so tiny! You know, all of the boys in my class want a bigger one. And so do I, I really really want a bigger one. So why do you want a smaller one when you have that amazing one?" I asked. He let go of my cock and with both arms, he grabbed me by the armpits and turned me around, so I was sitting on his stomach, and facing him. "That's true. When I had a cock like yours I wanted a bigger one too. And I love my cock now. I was just saying, I was once your size. And maybe I am a little jealous. Why else would I want you so much?" he asked, gripping my legs with his hands and pulling me up towards his chest until my cock was clear of the water. "Yours is definitely hotter than mine was though." he said as he looked at my cock. I covered my cock with my hands and said: "Martin, please don't make fun of me." "I swear, I'm not making fun of you. I really like your cock, I think it's hot as fuck." he said, pulling my hands away from my crotch. "And your balls too. They may be small, but I like them. And your ballsack is very hot too. Completely hairless, completely soft, and nice and small. Besides, it's perfect for you." he said, running his finger over my ball sack and making me shiver a little. "Really?" I asked, trying to see if he was actually making fun of me. Most people did. Not that anyone except Martin and I knew how small I was. But they found other things to make fun of me for. "Yes! I mean it, Levi. You're fucking hot! You're like what? Four Four, Four Five at the most, you can't weight more than 70 pounds, and you're not skinny, you're slim seriously, look at you! And here, look: Your shoulders are wider than your waist, and your hips are wider than your waist. And you hip bones stick out a little, but it doesn't look like you're bony or starving. And here, your stomach, perfectly flat except for your belly button, up to your chest, and here, you can see tiny pecs hanging out just under the skin. Not enough to make you look like you work out, but enough so that your skin isn't just attached to your bones. And of course, look at your belly button, like the size of a dime, maybe a bit bigger, but it's an innie belly button and it just looks like it wants to be played with. And something else that's about the size of a dime, your nipples. Perfectly shaped pink circles, and they're not little kid nipples, look, your nipple is hard and the center is sticking out of the rest of that tiny hot pink nub like it wants me to suck on it. Just like your cock, look Levi, it's like three and a half inches, and it's thin, maybe as thick as sharpie, but it has a good shape for it. The cockhead is even thicker than the shaft and shaped like a slick bullet. And the best part is that you're uncut. Nothing is sexier than an uncut cock. Do you believe me? Or can I go on?" Martin asked me as his hands came back to rest on my hips. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Everything he said was true about my body, except I'd never paid attention. I had never looked. I had no idea how he saw my body, or what about it made him want me. I knew why I wanted him, but those reasons were so different than what I thought about myself. There was just no way. Martin caught me completely off guard when he stood up and picked me up with him that I accidentally squeaked. Martin laughed and stood me in front of the mirror again. "Look." he said, pointing at my reflection in the mirror. "Look at your body, it's thin, but you're not bony or skinny, you're perfectly proportioned. And your cock, even when it's soft, it hangs there, and your balls too, they don't shrink or look weird, and they're not big and getting in the way. And your legs, look how your thighs are shaped, how you can see the muscle under the skin, and that leads down to your calves. Look at how perfectly sculpted they are. Just because you're thin doesn't make that go away. And even better, turn sideways and look at this curve from your shoulders, down your back, to your ass and to your thighs. And that's because you have a fantastic ass! I could honestly stare at it all day. But that's not even it, just pay attention to your face. Your eyes, not just blue, dark blue, almost bright and dark at the same time. Nose, small, unobtrusive and very cute. Your lips, oh fuck your lips! You have no idea how many times I watched you walk home from the house and imagined your lips wrapped around my cock! Cause they're thin, but also shaped perfectly, they're thin but not flat! And they fit so well with your jaw. You have a delicate, but sharp jaw. I just want to get lost kissing your wonderful face, Levi! You have no idea how long I've wanted to just grab you and make love to you until the world ends! Because you're fucking gorgeous" He said as he pulled me into a hug and held me there while I silently cried. After a while, I have no idea how long, Martin asked if I wanted to finish our bath. I said yes and let him carry me back to the tub. The water was getting cold, so he turned on the hot water for a bit while I washed my face. Once the water was warm again, and he checked the time, I ended up on his side, looking down at his chest as it disappeared into the water, with my arm around his neck and his around my waist holding me close. I ended up staring at his nipple. The left one, the one that was pierced. I wondered if I could pull it off, or if my nipples were too small. His were big. Like quarters almost, and the silver piercing kind of stuck out in the pinkness. That was something I noticed after he pointed out my nipples: His were the same color as mine. The same color as his ballsack and the skin on his cock. I reached out and gently touched the piercing, then the nipple. I felt it get hard under my finger and I wondered if it hurt, but before I asked, Martin took my hand and ran my fingers over the piercing again. Letting me explore it and even pinch it. It felt good. The metal on his warm nipple. "Do you like it?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah" "Does your mom's religion ban piercings on boys?" he asked. I laughed. "It bans everything." I said. Martin chuckled. "Then remind me not to give you any piercings. But, if you like them, Peter has a few. And I'm going to give him a few more, so you can watch if you want. Maybe you could even decide where he should put the next one" He said. "Or, if you want, you could tell me where to get one" he added. "Alright, I'll think about it. But I think that means that I'm going to have to see you naked a lot more to decide" I said. Martin turned and looked at me with the weirdest look on his face. "Are you flirting with me?" He asked. I looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant. "You are! You just didn't know there was a word for it!" he said, laughing. "What do you mean?" I asked. Flirting. Flirting. Flirting was bad right? Didn't I hear someone say that they shouldn't flirt? Was it my mom? "You made a kind of joke, that also has another meaning. Jokes or things you say that mean you're trying to attract someone's attention. That's flirting. Except it's more complicated than that. But you, were just flirting with me. And I did not expect that." Martin said, still chuckling. "But you know, that is interesting, now that I noticed it. You're 12, right?" He asked me. "Yes, I turned 12 three months ago. Why?" I asked. "You are a very smart 12 year old as far as I can tell. But you're also very socially awkward, aren't you?" I looked at him and I nodded. "OK, that means we have to make some changes. And to start out with, I think this bath is over." He said as he stood up and grabbed towels. He handed me a large red one and hit the switch to drain the bathtub. I wrapped myself in my towel and started to walk towards the door when he stopped me. "Nope, new rules Levi. First rule: when my parents are gone, which is always, thank god, no clothes in the house. No towels either. Just skin. So dry off, leave the towel here, and lets go back to the room. Got it?" he said. I nodded and started to dry myself off while Martin put his towel back and went to do something else. By the time I worked up the courage to leave the towel in the bathroom, Martin had changed the sheets on the bed and had cleaned up the cum spots on the floor. He was sitting naked on his bean bag chair, arms at his sides, legs spread, smile on his face. "I just came in your mouth and got cum all over you, and you also just gave me this hickey, so I think it's no big deal for us to be completely nude. Besides, we were just nude in there, so this is not much different is it?" he asked. I looked at him causally sitting there, balls and soft cock just hanging out in the open. He was right. This should be fine. Except I couldn't make my hands move and uncover my crotch. "Levi, when was the last time, except for today, that you have ever been naked longer than the time it takes you to shower?" he asked me. I looked at the ground and tried to come up with something to say. "Never" I said finally. "So you don't actually know what being nude feels like?" he continued. I shook my head. "Then why not give it a try? Besides, you already know that the only things I have to say about your body are good things. And I enjoy looking at you, and you like looking at me. So give it a try" he finished. I nodded, gathered my courage and let my arms fall to my side. "Now come over here and help me decide what we should have for dinner." He said, pulling out a pile of take out menus. I giggled and shook my head as I walked over and sat down next to him. I grabbed the pile, looked through a few menus and then looked at Martin. "Have you ever heard of actually cooking?" Martin rose an eyebrow at me. "Of course, that's what I did yesterday, and the day before. Tonight I don't feel like cooking. So anything look good?" he said. I shook my head. "Pizza is the only thing that seems appetizing at the moment" I said. "Agreed. And luckily for us, I know the person to call about this. So, pepperoni?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. Martin reached for his phone, and after what seemed like a text message, he nodded in satisfaction. "Twenty minutes. And, Levi, don't think you're fooling anyone with those menus on your lap. That's cheating." he said, pointing at the menus. I glared at him for finding me out and I put the pile next to the bean bag chair. "Also, when does your mother expect you home?" he asked. "I'm supposed to be home by 7, but mom is out of town and my sister is in charge. And she doesn't care, she has three babies to watch out for and the twins, so she's not going to ask any questions. She's probably not even going to be home tonight" I told him. Martin nodded as his face turned into a smile. "Awesome. I think a plan to further your education tonight." he said. I frowned, that didn't sound good. But then I remembered something. "Wait, did you just say that your parents are never home?" I asked. "You are out of luck, because the plan is already in motion. Changing the subject will not deter me." Martin said, trying to imitate an accent I didn't recognize. "But yeah, they're never home. Dad is earning big bucks in Singapore and mom is, exploring her spiritual self, or some such bullshit, in some weird yoga commune in the middle of the desert. She'll come back, spend some of my dad's money, decide that her aura needs to be cleansed and off she goes to India or some place where she can get fixed. I literally have the best parents ever" He said. "Now, we are about seventeen minutes away from the main event, so come on and help me get the kitchen ready, while we discuss your present"