Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 15:49:57 GMT From: Limo Man Subject: A Midsummer's Day - Part Four The Usual Warning If you are under eighteen or you would be offended by fictional depictions of sexual activity between an adult and one or more youths, please exit now. A Midsummer's Day - Part Four It was morning. I struggled to fight the sleep from my eyes. One eye cracked open for a brief second - only to be blinded by bright sunlight - and slammed shut again. It was time to get up. But, I felt too good to move. I was cosy in my bed. I had recollections of a very erotic dream but couldn't recall any specifics. I had a warm and fuzzy feeling. I cracked an eye open again. From the height of the sun, I had slept a lot longer than usual. Must be almost eleven. I closed my eye again. The dream must have been very pleasant, as I could feel my erect cock pushing the sheets away from my body. I forced both eyes open. Yup, there it was - just like a tent pole. A small wet spot on the sheet indicating the degree of my arousal. My dick felt really good as I shook the cobwebs from my head. What the hell. There was a movement under the sheet. I whipped the sheet up off of my body, uncovering the source of my warmth. Seth lay on my left side; Josh on my right; each one curled up under one of my arms. "How the hell did you guys get here," I queried. Answered only by a couple of boyish giggles. They were taking turns stroking my dick in a slow and deliberate manner. It was very gentle. Almost a brush of two young hands rather than a firm grip. It felt good!!! "When did you guys get here," I asked. "We've bin here for a long time. Thought you was never gonna wake up," answered Josh. "Well, why didn't you wake me?" "You was sleeping so peaceful like, we thought maybe you needed more rest," said Seth. "Well, I must say, I can't think of a more pleasant way to wake up," I answered. With this, the two boys sat up and threw the sheet off the end of the bed. They were both sporting full boy-size erections. Seth crawled over my body trying to straddle my chest. He was facing my hardness; the front of his body resting on my stomach and chest. I had a lovely view of his lovely pink bud and smooth, golden brown cheeks not far from my face. I ran my finger gently up and down his crack, stopping occasionally to caress his little pink hole. Josh slid between my legs forcing them apart. The twins took turns taking me into their moist young mouths. I could not see the action, but could tell by the bobbing of Seth's head when it was his turn. I could feel a wonderful tightness in my sac as Josh caressed it. Every so often, I could feel a tongue caressing my piss slit, possibly gathering and tasting my pre-cum. I reached a hand under Josh and found his pecker. I slid my hand back and forth along it, my knuckles sliding up and down my chest. He raised his hips a little to allow me better access. I felt a hint of wetness at its tip and spread it around his small head - his small butt bounced up into the air in reaction - falling back onto my hand and chest. I removed my hand from his cock and took my slightly moist finger into my mouth. The taste of his boy juice was faint but pleasant. I placed my wet finger on his pink asshole and gently worked it in a small circle until it slipped inside. I slid my finger back and forth until it was penetrating him as far as it would go. The pressure I applied to his prostrate caused his erection to throb against my chest. By this time, I was becoming distracted by my body's need to unload. The twins had been working feverishly on my organ and the pressure was building rapidly. I realized that, at some point, Josh had inserted a couple of fingers into my rectum and was working some wonderful magic. I felt myself tighten as my balls released the first wave of my orgasm. It was Seth who caught the first shot and the next two. His mouth was quickly replaced by Josh's, eagerly swallowing the next four or five shots. The waves of pleasure rolled up my body as I released my sperm into their two waiting, willing mouths. The pleasure was so great, I felt weak and drained when it finally subsided. Josh licked and sucked until nothing remained. As always, the finale to the act was a shared, tender kiss between the twins. But, then, I got my reward as Josh slid off of me and both boys came to share a kiss with me. Kisses of tenderness and joy. Kisses that said we are glad to be here with you, sharing our love. This lasted a few seconds; a minute; an eternity; time did not exist at this moment. Noting the small wet spot amongst my chest hairs, I thought it was time to reward Seth for his efforts. Because of all the attention I had been giving him, I was sure he was a lot closer to orgasm than his brother. I pushed him over onto his back and aimed my mouth for his hard little boy dick. Not to be. I was quickly pushed back by the two boys, working together. What now, I thought. Josh got off the bed and pulled a chair over beside the bed. "Sit there," he demanded. I did as I was told. "We want to play our own game - just the two of us," he added. "You can watch." "O.K.," I replied. Not knowing what they had in mind, I sat back to watch. Josh turned his attention to Seth, who was lying on his back on the bed. From where I sat, I had a side view. Josh told Seth to roll over. Seth rolled onto his stomach - then pulled his legs up until his firm round butt cheeks were presented to his brother. His legs were spread apart allowing access to his pink bud. Josh took Seth's cheeks in his hands and spread them. He leaned forward and started to lick Seth's ass crack from top to bottom. It was soon gleaming with saliva. Josh continued his licking, occasionally stopping to flick his tongue into the small hole. He then focused his attention and his tongue on that small pink opening. He forced his tongue inside as far as it would go, wiggling it around as he went. Seth's eyes were closed, and he was breathing hard. He had a firm grip on the bed sheets as if hanging on for dear life. Josh continued to work his tongue in and out, eliciting moans and sighs from his brother. Having thoroughly worked and moistened the tiny opening, he pushed Seth onto his side. Seth rolled onto his back and raised his legs up - once again presenting the moist pink bud to his brother. Josh positioned himself above Seth; his firm dick, with it's smooth pink head, aimed directly at the target. He placed his head against the entrance and pushed ahead slightly. His brother gave a small gasp - but it appeared to be a gasp of pleasure, rather than of pain. Josh pushed forward in small thrusts until his five inches was buried in Seth's butt. He started to move in short strokes, gradually increasing the length. When he reached the point where his head was almost free of his brother's grip, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. He stroked back and forth, setting up a rhythm. His brother's body was rocking back and forth. The two twins moved in unison. They moved back and forth, burying Josh's dick to the hilt, then releasing it until it was almost free. Back and forth they rocked. The sight was hypnotic. It was like a mirror image of a boy making love to himself. They looked so much alike. It was impossible to think of them as two separate beings. Their movements were so perfectly timed, so in unison. I felt privileged to have been invited to witness this golden coupling. Josh was starting to reach the boiling point. Both boys were breathing in short, ragged pants. Josh was tossing his head back with each forward stroke. His glazed eyes staring at the ceiling or at nothing at all, awaiting the rush of the semen from his tiny balls. With one mighty lunge, he threw his head back and let out a moan - a wolf calling to the moon. He exploded into his brother's insides. He pumped six or seven more times, driving the last remnants of his juices from his body. With one final lunge, he fell forward onto his brother's chest. He gasped for breath as Seth gently hugged him. They lay like this for some time. I realized that I felt almost as spent as Josh must feel. Watching them had taken my breath away - almost as if breathing was secondary to what I had witnessed. I lay back in my chair and stared down at my renewed erection. Where would we go from here? ******************************** It seemed that the next part of the game belonged to Seth. His young cock and balls were probably in pain from the stimulation he had undergone - and the lack of a release. In any event, Seth got off the bed and went to the fridge. He scooped out some butter and returned with it to the bed. He told his brother to assume the position and Josh rolled onto his stomach - butt in the air. It was strange to see Seth - the quiet one - the follower - suddenly taking the lead. He rolled the butter between his fingers before applying it liberally to his brother's puckered pink bud. He worked a finger inside and proceeded to butter his brother's insides. He appeared to be in a hurry. His actions were fast - not slow and gentle. He had an urgent need and seemed bent on satisfying it. He replaced one finger with two. He worked the butter in thoroughly - slipping his fingers back and forth. He was not all business, though - he used his free hand to massage his brother's sac and cock. Josh was quickly getting hard, even though he had only spent his load a few minutes before. Feeling that he had completed his work, he wrapped his buttery fingers around his own stiff member - applying the lubricant carefully. He was not using a whole lot of hand pressure. Probably afraid of the results if he rubbed too hard. Not bothering to change Josh's position, Seth moved in behind his raised butt and aimed himself at the hole. Without any hesitation, he pushed all the way into the depths of his brother's bowels. As he started his back and forth motion, Josh pushed back to meet him. Once again, they moved in unison. They appeared to move as one - sensing each others presence - knowing each others every next move. Seth was reaching the edge - the point of no return. He was firmly gripping Josh's hips. There was a hesitation between each stroke; as if he was trying to delay what was only seconds away; trying to make it last. It was not to be. One hard lunge and he was shooting his load into Josh's waiting tunnel. Two, three, four more lunges and he was done. He collapsed onto his brother's back and the two fell in a heap on the bed. Once again, I found myself gasping for breath. As if I had stopped breathing so as not to miss any of the golden pageant that had unfolded before me. I was exhausted. As I lay back in my chair, unconsciously fondling my now-erect cock, my eyes caught a movement at the patio door. I had to look twice to believe what I was seeing. There was a young boy pressed up against the glass, his eyes wide with fascination at what he had been watching. It was obvious that this was Josh and Seth's younger brother, Samuel. He was shorter than the twins, but similar in build and had the same mop of blond hair. He wore the same blue coveralls - no shirt - and nothing on his feet. I have no idea how long he had been standing there. He must have witnessed all or at least part of what had just taken place. I heard an angry shout from the bed. One or both of the twins had caught sight of him. It was Josh who yelled. "What are you doing here, Sammy," he hollered. "We told you to stay at the tent! You got no business being here! Get the hell back home!" Josh and Seth started to run for the door, obviously unaware or unconcerned with their nakedness. Sammy turned around and ran. Tripping over one of the twins coveralls, he hit the edge of the steps, missed them and fell off the porch - momentarily disappearing from sight. The twins reached him before I did. There anger somewhat tempered by their concern that he might be hurt. When I reached the small crumpled heap lying on the ground next to the steps, I too was suddenly concerned. Sammy appeared to be unconscious. His eyes were closed and he was not moving. There was a small line of blood forming on his forehead. One of the boy's shook him and he started to come around. He was dazed, but other than the cut appeared unharmed. "Just lay there," I said, "until you get your senses back." I quickly checked out his arms and legs. Nothing appeared broken. But, when I got to his right ankle, he winced in pain. Seth and Josh tried to help him to his feet - but it was obvious that he could not stand on his right ankle. "Oh shit, what do we do now," uttered Josh." "Let's get him inside," I answered. I scooped the small boy into my arms and carried him inside. I placed him onto the bed. I rolled up his right pant leg and had a better look at his ankle. It was starting to show signs of bruising and there was some swelling. "What do we do now," asked Seth?" "Maybe he can soak it in there," answered Josh, pointing to the hot tub. "Good idea," I said. I picked Sammy up off the bed and carried him over to the tub. I set him down so that he was balancing on one foot. Josh and Seth took over; stripping him of his coveralls; and leading him, hopping on one leg, into the tub. I was momentarily blinded by the vision of three naked young bodies that was before me. Recovering, I turned on the jets and decided to join them in the tub. I slid down into the tub - Seth and Josh were on either side of me and Sammy sat opposite. He was a very close duplication of his two brothers. His face was a little narrower than the twins, but otherwise, they could have been triplets. He was smaller in stature and his body was more boyish - lacking even the first traces of puberty. All that I could see of him was tanned the same golden brown as his brothers. We sat there staring at each other - no one wanting to start a conversation. Seth and Josh were probably still mad that he had invaded "their territory" and he was probably a little afraid and shaken up by his fall. But what the heck. I introduced myself to Sammy. At first he was startled but then seemed relieved that I had broken the ice. "How's your ankle feel," I asked. "It still hurts like heck," he replied. I wondered how much he knew about me, about the cabin, and about the activities his brothers had been engaging in. Obviously, he had witnessed some of it for himself. "Why did you come down to the cabin," I asked? "I heard 'em," nodding towards his brothers, "talking about this place when we were in the tent, last night. They thought I was sleeping, but I was just pertendin'. It sounded a lot nicer than our place, so I wanted to see it. It wasn't hard to find." "So, how do you like it," I continued my small talk? "It's real nice, Mister..........I mean Bill. We don't have nuthin' like this at home. You live here all by yourself?" "Yup, this is my little hideaway." "Taint so little, if ya ask me." Through this conversation, Josh and Seth had remained quiet, until Josh finally could not keep silent any longer. "You shouldn't have come here. This is our special place. Now you done gone and ruined everything. You'll tell ma and we won't be able to come back again. You cain't keep a secret, no how." "I won't tell no one," Sammy pleaded. "Honest, I can keep a secret." "Never could before," Josh threw at him! Silence engulfed the tub once again. It was past lunch time and I was hungry. I asked them if they wanted to eat. There were three immediate "yessum's". I climbed out of the tub and went about my chores in the kitchen. I decided on hamburgers and fired up the barbecue. Hopefully the meat I had thawed out would go around. It was supposed to last me a couple of meals - not this time. By the time I had everything cooked and on the table - along with four Cokes - Seth and Josh were getting out of the tub. I tossed them towels and they dried off. We had to help Sammy out of the tub and over to a chair. His brothers dried him off and we ate. At first, they looked at the food suspiciously. Oh, my god, they had never had a hamburger before. Probably never even heard of MacDonald's. I showed them how to put the burgers together with the fixin's they liked. It didn't take long before the food was all gone. Boy's have amazing appetites. There went my next meal or two. When the burgers were done and a few healthy burps erupted followed by gales of laughter, I re-started the conversation. "Well guys, what are we going to do about Sammy. His ankle is not broken or anything, but he won't be able to walk for at least a day - maybe longer. He couldn't make it back to the tent, let alone to your house. I could probably drive him home, but I have no idea how to get there and probably you don't either - at least not by road." Seth and Josh thought for a minute. "He could stay here for the night," Josh said, obviously pleased with his idea. "He was supposed to stay at the tent tonight so Ma won't be expecting him at home. We could come back tomorrow and see how he is." "That's not a bad idea," I said, "but don't you think your parents should know that he has been hurt?" "Well, if he still can't walk tomorrow, we'll go home and tell them." "O.K.," I said, "but no longer. It's not fair to not let your parents know. If he is not better tomorrow, you have to tell them." "O.K., we will," Seth finished. It was time for the twins to leave. They were starting to get that uneasy look about them. No tying them down in one spot for too long. They said goodbye to Sammy and exited to the porch. They put on their coveralls, and without so much as a backwards glance, they were gone. ***************************** I stared at the empty porch long after they were gone. Finally, turning around, I realized I was not alone. Sammy sat in the chair at the table, watching me. "I think maybe you should stretch out on one of the deck chairs and rest for a while. You need to keep off that foot and keep it raised up." He nodded. I went out to the porch and unfolded my second lounge chair. I went in and looked at Sammy. "Do you want your coveralls back on," I asked. "Naw, it's alright like this. Besides, you aint wearin nuthin." I suddenly felt embarrassed. Picking Sammy up, I carried him out to the chair. His skin felt warm against my stomach. I lay him down on the chair. I got one of the wet towels, rolled it up and placed it under his ankle. I took the other chair and lay down. Within minutes, we were both asleep. I awoke several hours later. The sun had gone behind some black clouds and it had cooled noticeably. I shook Sammy awake and told him we should go inside. I picked him up and carried him in. Looking around, the only spot available was the bed. I lay him down on it; got the sheet that the twins had tossed off the bed and covered him with it. Feeling hungry, I fixed a couple of sandwiches and offered one to Sammy. He took it and gulped it down. I made a second and it disappeared too. I sat down at the computer, turned it on and started to type. I felt a warm bare arm across my shoulder. Sammy had hobbled from the bed. As he supported his weight on my shoulder, he stared at the screen. I pulled another chair over and he sat down. Soon we were playing some of the games and were having a great time. That is, until the first crash of thunder, followed by a bright flash of lightning. Sammy suddenly hopped off his chair, slid onto my lap and buried his face in my chest. He was scared. Several more thunderclaps, and the computer screen went dark - no power. Sammy continued to cringe on my lap, crying lightly. I brushed his hair and stroked his back, trying to calm him. Fortunately, summer storms pass over quickly and this one was no exception. We were left sitting in semi-darkness, still with no power. Sammy started to relax on my lap. He stopped crying and I wiped the tears from his face. "Come on," I said. "It's time for bed. Let's see if you can walk." He tried and was able to put a little weight on his sore ankle. I helped him hobble over to the bed. "I think a good night's rest will have you all better by morning." I slid into the bed, covering both of us with the sheet. We both lay back on our backs and looked out at the impending darkness. "Mister.........uh...Bill. Can I ask you a question," Sammy asked. "Shoot." "What were Seth and Josh doing on the bed when I came this morning," he continued? This was going to be a hard question to answer - and my instincts told me it was going to be the first of many. I needed to answer carefully. "Well, Sammy, they were playing a game. Sometimes when boys reach a certain age, their bodies start to change and their feelings start to change. These changes are called puberty." "What kind of changes," he asked? "Well, it happens to boys and to girls. Girls grow breasts on their chests and boys penises......er.....peckers start to get bigger. Both boys and girls get hair on their bodies." "You mean, like this hair," he asked, reaching under the sheet and tangling his fingers in my pubic hairs. "Yes, like that," I continued, "and under the arms and on the chest and lots of other places. Some men get a lot of hair - some get very little." "Will my pecker get big like yours," he asked, and as he did slow, his fingers untangled from my pubic hair and ran down the full length of my dick? I moved sideways, removing his hand from my pelvic region. This was more than I could stand. My love play with his brothers was one thing. But Sammy was younger and not even close to puberty. "But what kind of game were they playing," he asked. "They looked like two dogs trying to make puppies." "Well, as a boy reaches puberty, he starts to have certain feelings - sexual feelings. Most boys Seth and Josh's age are just learning how to deal with these feelings. Most boys learn about these feelings by exploring their own bodies. It is called masturbation, or as some kids call it, jerking off. Other boys learn by playing around with each other. They not only experience the feelings themselves, but get experience in bringing those feelings out in others." "But why did Seth put his pecker in Josh's bum," he continued with his questioning? "That's kind of hard to explain. But it's sort of similar to when boys and girls experiment with sex - when they get older. A boy's asshole..............er............bum hole is similar in size and shape to a girl's............uh....vagina. The vagina is sort of a girl's pecker except that it goes into her body, not out. When an older boy and girl have sex, the boy puts his pecker in the girls vagina and moves it in and out." "Why would he want to do that,"he queried? "Well, for one thing, that's how baby's are made - and, it feels good - not only for the boy but for the girl. And boys and girls are not the only ones who can do it. For some reason, some boys like boys more than girls - and some girls like girls more than boys. No one knows why - it just happens." "Do Seth and Josh like boys more than girls," another question? "I think it is too early to tell. Right now, I think they are just experimenting with their feelings. It is too early to tell what they will like." "Can I play the game, too," the question I had been waiting for? "Well you could, but you have no one to play it with. You can play with yourself but that is probably the only thing you can do right now." "But I don't know how," he whined, "Will you show me how? Please!" ************************** I was at a loss for words. So far, this seemed pretty innocent. I could show him how to masturbate - and then go to sleep. What would he do if I refused. Would he bug his brother's? I wasn't sure, but I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show him what to do. To tell you the truth, all this talk about sex had got me a little worked up. "O.K.," I said, "but you must promise to keep this a secret. No one must know. Not even Josh and Seth. They might get mad if they found out. I am just going to show you what to do and then we are going to sleep." I removed the sheet from our bodies. He lay there on the bed, all golden brown and naked. His body was completely hairless. His penis was very well developed for his age. It was almost as long as Josh's - almost five inches. It lay their like a limp sausage. Sammy obviously had not played with it before. I told him to take it into his hand and as he did so, I grabbed my own semi-erect dick. I demonstrated how to hold his hand - massaging his pecker between his thumb and fingers - slowly sliding them up and down. He watched me intently, but his own hand was inactive. I stopped what I was doing. "O.K., it's your turn. Do what I was doing." He looked at his limp pecker. He started to slide his hand up and down. He took a few tentative strokes, but his pecker continued to lay lifeless in his lap. "You do it," he said, "I can't." "No, I think you should try this on your own," I replied. "Please! You do it the first time, then I'll try it. Please!" I hesitated for a moment, then took him into my hand. I moved my hand slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace. His pink head started to peak out from under his foreskin. His young pecker was almost as long as his two older brothers. As I massaged it and it grew, it did not increase much in length - but the thickness - a lot thicker than his brothers. Sammy pushed his arms back, leaning on his elbows. He was watching me intently. I was now stroking the whole length of him. And he was responding with a hardness that didn't seem possible a few moments ago. As I reached the head, I paid attention to the smooth, pink dome. I rubbed my palm across it and it jumped in response. I rotated my fingers very lightly around the raised edge. He was starting to breath a little faster but still watching me work. I changed position slightly so that I could get access to his ball sac. I pushed his legs apart and grasped the sac in my free hand. His sac and the orbs within were larger than the twins. This boy had a lot of potential for later in life. I was now stroking him steadily; varying my hand motions; my finger placement; trying to show him as many different techniques as I could. And he was taking it all in. His eyes were still studying my every move. "I overheard Josh tell Seth," he paused. "You did it to them with your mouth and they did it to you." "Yes, that's right," I replied. Still stroking him with my hand. "I thought I was going to show you how to jerk off and then we were going to go to sleep." "Please!" he moaned. "Please show me how to do it. Jerking off feels great and I want to know what the other feels like, too. It's not fair. You did it for my brothers - why won't you do it for me?" I thought for a minute. I guess it wouldn't hurt much. He had already seen a lot more than oral sex. "All right," I replied. I moved in between his legs, pushing them aside with his feet back almost to his body. I took his hard young cock into my mouth, bathing the head with my tongue. For the first time, he reacted. He leaned his head back and let out a low moan. I eased my mouth down over his head and down the shaft. I reached the base and then came back up to his head. I allowed my tongue to dance around his head; tasting his dry piss slit; licking the swollen lip around the base. He moaned again. He had stopped watching - now totally absorbed in the feelings coursing through his young body. I played with his ball sac, feeling the weight of his engorged rocks. I lifted off his head and tongued my way down the underside of his shaft. Reaching his balls, I took them into my mouth and attempted to swallow them. I sucked them together and then each one separately. I released the golden brown sac from my mouth. I tongued down to his smooth round, perfectly shaped cheeks. Spreading them aside, I tongued his hairless crack - pushing his legs up to give me better access. I reached his pink tightness and placed my tongue against it; circling it before I pushed inwards. His body shook in a spasm that almost felt like an orgasm. As I probe his insides, his body relaxed again. Maybe he was capable of multiple orgasms. Feeling a need to bring this to conclusion, I licked my way back up to and along his shaft. I engulfed him again and started to take long, serious strokes. He tangled his fingers in my hair; pushing my head down; trying to force me to swallow him completely. I massaged his smooth sac and felt the tightness. He was almost there. A few more strokes and his young body started to buck in the first spasms of his first orgasm; even if it was only a dry one. He pushed his hips up into my face trying to drive his young cock down my throat. He pumped until he fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. I took a few last swipes of his sweet cock with my tongue - hoping to be rewarded with at least a drop or two - but alas, nothing. I rolled over to my side of the bed. I pretended to sleep. Although I now had a raging hard-on, I felt it was time to end this "game". As I started to drift off, I could still hear Sammy's ragged breath as he recovered from his first time. ************************************ The end of part four. Part five will get here eventually. If you like it, please let me know. Any suggestions on future plot twists, let me know those, too.