Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 13:14:30 -0700
From: Josh <10234evr@gmail.com>
Subject: Sometimes It Gets Better Part 2

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Any mention of celebrities is strictly fiction, and of my own creation. I
don?t know them, or who they really are, nor do I own them, their image,
nor do I want to. It?s all made up.

This story involves graphic, romantic sex between minors and men. This is
not one of those stories where man meets boy, takes pants off, and has
sex. This is a STORY with erotic content, so if you are looking for a quick
fix, this ISN?T the story for you. If you are looking for a lengthy story,
about how much a man can love two boys, sometimes in bed, physically, and
sometimes just being their friend who they can trust, then this is the
story for you.

I am an ugly, lonely, old man who as failed at everything, including
writing in my life, and decided to give this a go, and see if I could write
erotic boylove stories. Let me know what you think.

If this illegal where you are? well, stop reading, and leave this site,
considering you are here on nifty reading this, when you know you shouldn?t
be.

In this installment of Sometimes It Gets Better, still no sex, but there is
some interesting interactions and conversations between Josh, Jake, and
Dylan.

Copyright 2012 Josh T. D. Writer.  All rights reserved.

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      We stood there, as I looked around at the boxes, stacked upon other
boxes, and realized that there wasn't much for us to do.
	"Well I suppose that we should probably clean up, and unpack? Don't
you boys?"
	Both boys ground in disappointment, "Why?" Said Jake in a winey
voice.
	"Well, it will make your Dad happy."
	Dylan looked up with his adorable eyes, "So?" His voice was
surprisingly flat for having been crying in the last few minutes.
	"So?" I put my hand on his shoulder, "When your Dad is happy, it
means good things for you? Probably." I chuckle a bit at that, then look
back around the room again.
	I bring my finger to my chin. I can see that most of the boxes in
this room were for other rooms, and that is when I spotted the pile of
boxes marked, "Dylan's Room" and "Jake's Room."
	"Boys," I point at the boxes, "Are those boxes yours?"
	Both boys look over at the pile, and then smile. Jake speaks first,
"Hey, you're right! Those are ours!" He rushes, with his brother, over to
them.
	"Well, how about we unpack those?"
	Jake looks at Dylan with a big smile, "Sure! This is great!"
	I was a bit surprised at their enthusiasm, "I thought unpacking
sucked?"
	Dylan speaks, "It does, but we get our own rooms for the first
time!"
	"So I don't have to sleep with Dylan any more!" Jake laughs and
grabs one of his boxes, "I also get the big room!" He takes off running,
and as he passes me, I look down towards his groin, in a hope that I might
see something bouncing, but see nothing. I am starting to doubt this boys,
is in fact, a boy?
	Dylan grabs a smaller box of his, and rushes past me and I follow
him.
	Jake blasts down the stairs, into the basement, and is already in
his new room by the time Dylan and me arrive at the base of the stairs.
	Their house is old, but not as old as the one in which I live, and
thus, is much bigger. This house was originally designed with the idea that
two families would live in it, one up stairs and one below, but the last
few owners have converted most of the living spaces into, ether storage, or
office space.
	One space in particular, was Jake's room. His room had a basement
window, out letting to the backyard, which faced me house. It was one of
the few windows in which I could see in from my house, and they could see
into mine.
	Normally this would displease me, but seeing as it now belonged to
a perfect, sexy ten-year-old boy, I was feeling quite all right with it.
	Jake began unpacking his stuff as Dylan walked into his room, just
across the hall, and did the same. I watched both boys as they milled
about, placing their things into the rooms, and began to fantasize once
more? about Jake's window, and the wonderful things I might be seeing in
the future? and the wonderful things he might be seeing of me.
	Eventually, the boys had finished, and we all began to move their
boxes from the kitchen to their respected rooms. I made sure to be the one
to pick up the boxes with their clothing in it, and to be the one to unpack
it, allowing me to touch their underwear.
	Jake was already wearing boxers, as I did not find any
tighty-whities. The underwear wasn't anything remarkable, just different
colors, but I couldn't help but imagine him standing in only them in front
of me.
	As I unpacked Dylan's underwear, I noticed he had a few pairs of
boxers, like his brothers, but mostly tighty-whities. They looked like they
would be too small for him, and I wondered if he liked wearing them, or if
he just didn't bother.
	A few times I found myself getting hard, imagining the two boys,
only in their underwear, running, and playing, and touching, not only each
other, but me as well. I didn't bother with readjusting myself because
everyone was constantly moving, and the hard-ons went as quickly as they
came, save for one?
	As I left Dylan's room after unpacking the last of his underwear, I
was sporting a semi-hard cock, just as I turned the corner, and bumped into
Dylan, my penis pressing into his cheek ever so softly.
	I quickly pulled away, and turn myself to the side and knelt down
to conceal my now rock-hard cock from him.
	Dylan gasped for a moment when I ran into him, and dropped the box
of stuffed animals he was carrying from the shock. He took a step back, and
just as I grabbed him to apologize, he asked me, "Ouch! Hey Josh, what was
that?" He points to his cheek, "Something kinda? hard, but kinda? soft just
poked me! What do you have in your pocket?" Dylan attempted to free himself
from my grasp on his shoulders to see if he could spot anything in my
pockets.
	I quickly dodged the question, "Oh, that was, um, nothing. I had my
hand down, and you ran into my fingers."
	"But it was bigger then your finger?" He paused for a moment as he
looks at my fingers, his soft hands running down the length of one.
	This did not help the situation in my pants, and my dick bucked
with his movements, wishing he wasn't stroking just my finger.
	Before I could talk, he continued, looking me dead in the eye with
his beautiful green pools, "Was it that, um? muscle, or bone, or whatever
that was?" He points down to my leg.
	It took me a moment, then it occurred to me he was talking about my
erection from earlier when we moved the heavy box. He must have seen me
moving it around and pushing it down my leg, then, my thoughts where broken
again by his angelic voice, "There! I just saw it move!" He points down
again, and I look.
	I was fully hard at this point, and as Dylan squirmed to get a
better view of my low torso, I had plumped up hard, and was twitching in my
pants, causing them to tent out, very obviously.
	All I was able to do was stare, and gasp. I was speechless; Dylan
was not, "What is that?" He reaches for my groin.
	That was the excuse I needed, and my mind snapped into action, I
screamed, "Hey!" and moved his hand away before it could touch my, already,
softening member, "We can figure that out a little later, but first we need
to unpack, then we can talk, okay?" That should give me enough time to come
up with an excuse as to what to call my raging cock, and who knows, I might
even tell him the truth, but at the moment, I wanted to be out of that
situation. Any more contact with him, and I would have came, easily soaking
the front of my pants, even the amount of pre-cum was enough for concern,
and after Dylan put his arm back down, and when on past, I checked myself.
	Sure enough, I had a small wet spot, so I excused myself to the
bathroom, not to deal with my hardon, but to splash myself with water, and
should the boys ask about the spot, I can say I just splashed some one
myself.
	Another hour passed after I came from the bathroom, and we
continued to unpack. Dylan was the first to be finished. Jake took a little
bit longer, having more cloths, and more toys.
	Eventually, Jake, too, was finished. The last box he unpacked was
heavy? very heavy. Once he opened it, I could see that it was filled with
Pok mon cards, and magic the gathering cards, two games I was extremely
passionate about.
	"Hey!" I shouted pointing to the box, "You play?"
	Jake looked up at me, clearly ready to be scolded, or harassed, but
once he saw that my join was sincere, he gave me a large smile, enough that
I could see his perfectly aligned, pearl-white, teeth showing through. He
was only missing one tooth, in his lower jaw, and I smiled back. I have
always had a thing for boys with missing baby teeth.
	"Ya, I play?" Jake was hesitant, still a bit weary of my comment,
"Do? Do you?"
	In an instant I responded vigorously, "Hell ya, I do! I LOVE Magic!
I'm also partial to Pok mon!"
	Once he saw that I was completely sincere in my enthusiasm, he
loosened up, "That's awesome!" He exclaims! I don't know any adults who
play Pok mon!"
	"Yep! I have been playing the video games since I was your age?
Well, maybe a bit older." That isn't a lie.
	"We three should play then! Do you have a deck?"
	"Not on me, of course."
	Jake jumps up holding a shoebox, "You can use one of mine!" He
looks over at his brother who stands in the doorway, "Did you find you deck
Dill?"
	The boy nods, and dashes off.
	The three of us move into the rec-room, just down the hall from
their rooms. This was clearly going to be their room to play in, as many of
the boxes had toys in them, along with various tents, pillows, and the
like.
	I cleared a section on the floor, and the three of us sat down to
play.
	We all started to play Pok mon, with Dylan to my left and Jake to
my right.
	As Dylan sat down, I tried to peek down his shorts again, and this
time, for just a moment, I thought I saw a little something, a twist of
sack, or the side of cock, and mine got a little bit hard. I wasn't worried
though because we were all sitting down.
	Our games continued and we chatted. The boys told me about their
old lives and friends, and I told them about my, mostly boring, life. They
seemed enthralled, though, mostly by my experiences as a photographer.
	I have a small portfolio on my iPhone to show to people, should the
need arise, including a second one with various nudes of my friend, and
myself the only person I have been able to photograph nude.
	The boys wanted to see some of my fantasy work, and without really
thinking about it, I opened my Photos App.
	The thing about the Photo App is that it displays a list of all
your albums, with a small preview picture next to each
album. Unfortunately, one of those pictures was of myself, naked in a
field.
	Luckily, I saw it before I turned the phone around, and showed the
boys a few of my Photoshopped pictures, a few of which are of famous
boy-actors that I found on the Internet.
	Jake was the first to notice, "Josh?" He reaches for the iPhone,
and I pull it away.
	"Yes?"
	"You have a lot of pictures of Dakota Goyo with those cool
tattoos. Do you work with him?"
	I sigh to myself at Jake's young naivety, "No. I just found his
pictures on the Internet, and then made them look like?" I flipped through
some of my pictures, till I find one that is changed to make Dakota look
like a demon, "This!"
	I swing the iPhone around dramatically, and show Jake and Dylan,
both of which exclaim, "Wow! That's awesome!"
	I smile, and drink in their admiration, then Dylan asks me, "Can
you do that to me?"
	At first I mistake him for saying, "Can you do me." But, then
quickly recover, "Oh, ya. If I had a photo of you? A good one with proper
lighting."
	"What do you mean a good one?" Jake asks.
	"Oh. I mean, if I had all my stuff, I could take really good
pictures of you that would be nice and big for me to work with." I smile
again, at the realization of innuendo.
	Dylan jumps up, "Can we do that now?"
	I grimace, "No, sadly. I would have to walk home, get all my stuff,
bring it back, set it up? Imagine the trouble you two could get into
without me here!" I grin and wink at Jake.
	Dylan frowns, and sits back down, "Okay," he says with a long face,
and starts to shuffle his cards.
	"Hey, Dylan. I promise we can do that soon. Maybe tomorrow?" I rest
my hand on his knee, to which he does not react, "Okay?"
	The boy looks up at me, and smiles, "Okay. Super promise?" He
reaches his hand out towards my face.
	At first I back away, out of confusion, then Jake speaks up,
"Oh. That's something we do," pointing to his brother and himself, "It's
our secret handshake?" He laughs, "Kinda??"
	Of course, my mind went to all the naughty spots, but then Jake
showed me what he meant.
	Jake faced Dylan, and Dylan did the same, then they each reached
out and grabbed each other?s noise with their index and middle fingers, and
shook their heads.
	It was so adorable; I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Plus, it
occurred to me, that in a few seconds, I would get to touch Dylan's soft,
supple, face.
	In fact, that is exactly what happened next. Dylan turned to me,
and crawled over to me, putting his hand between my legs, and nearly
brushing my groin, grabbed my noise, softly, and gently, then said,
"Okay. It's a super promise."
	I followed suit, but gently grabbing his noise, insuring that my
fingers brushed across as much of his face as I can get them too. He
giggles as I clutch his noise, and we shake our heads.
	After Dylan let's go, he says, "You have a really soft noise."
Pausing for a moment, looking my face over. I could feel his warm breath on
my lips, and I wanted to lean forward and embrace him, but held back with a
gasp, then spoke softly, "Oh, thank you." I blush unconsciously, "I am very
fastidious with my body."
	Dylan cocks his head to the side in puzzlement, "What?"
	Jake also joins in, "Is that something naughty?"
	I laugh, and push Dylan away, as I could feel myself getting hard
again. As I push on his chest, I can feel he is tone, much like his
brother, which doesn't help the situation in my pants any. "No. That's a
really, really big word meaning, 'you really care about how you look, and
how your body looks.' I make sure I shower every night, and every morning?"
I realize that tonight would have to be the exception, "But I suppose I can
miss one night."
	Jake looks down, "Oh, ya, 'cause you're here with us. You could
probably use our shower."
	I smile at him, and consider it for a moment, but decline, "I
wouldn't feel right. Besides, I doubt you guys have even used it yet. It
wouldn't be fair to you!"
	Then, with out warning, Dylan suddenly chimes in joyfully, "We
could all shower together!"
	I go dead silent, and slowly turn my head towards Dylan, expecting
to see him there with a camera, in an attempt to catch me on file saying,
"yes," and then calling the cops. However, when I looked at him, he was
sitting on his legs, knees jutting out in front of him, shuffling his deck,
with a big toothy grin. This perfect little boy actually meant to say that,
and he wants to shower with me.
	I was speechless for a more then a moment, then looked at Jake, who
continued to shuffle his deck too, as if nothing was said.
	"Um, Dylan," I began slowly, "Don't you think that would be
inappropriate?" I had considered phrasing that as a statement, rather then
a question, but my raging cock got the better of my mind, and gave the boy
an opening.
	Dylan stops smiling, and sigh, then leans back and falls off his
legs in disappointment, "I'm sorry." He squeaks, fear in his voice.
	Tears started to well up in his eyes, and I lean over to him,
pulling him back to sitting up, putting my face close to his, and say
quietly, "Don't cry. You didn't do anything wrong." I look back at Jake
quickly, to see what he was doing. He continued shuffling his deck,
apparently uncaring as to this situation, "I'm sorry if I made you cry."
	Dylan looks up at me, and I can see into his deep-green eyes. He
sniffs back a few tears, "Sorry. I thought you where going to be mad. You
looked mad and sounded angry."
	"I'm not." I smile, and without thinking, kiss him on his forehead,
then lean back. It wasn't until I was back, sitting in my spot, that I
realized what I had done.
	Looking over at Dylan, he sat closer now, with a massive,
ear-to-ear smile, and shuffled his deck.
	Again, without thinking, and letting my balls get the best of me, I
say, "Maybe we can shower together tonight. Okay?"
	Dylan nods, and hands me his deck to cut.
	I look over at Jake, who sat now, slightly turned away from us, not
so much that is was entirely obvious, but enough that I noticed. I could
tell he was looking up at me, smirking.
	Did he think I was lying, or did he think I was a pervert and was
going to tattle on me as soon as he could? Or was he hoping, as his brother
was, that we would shower together?
	A few blinks? later, and my cock softened, my head was clear, and
we continued to play.
	After a few quick games, I mention magic, "Hey, boys. Shall we play
Magic now?" I point at the magic the gathering decks.
	They nod, and we begin playing.
	I quickly realize, that, though, the boys have a great grasp on the
simple mechanics of Pok mon, they did not have the same grasp on the magic
mechanics.
	"Hey, Jake," I say after a game, "Do you have any other magic
cards, like spares and stuff?"
	The tan boy gets a big devilish smile on his face, "Ya. You wana
see?" He jumps up and dashes out of the room.
	Dylan watches his brother run out the door and sigh, "Jake is
really proud of his collection. It was the biggest at our school."
	I giggle, and Dylan calls me on it, "Why you just giggle?"
	"Oh. I? It's? I just remembered something funny."
	Without missing a beat, "What?" Dylan quizzed.
	"Just an old joke."
	"Oh." Dylan sits silent for a few moments, then suddenly erupts,
scooting closer to me, "That reminds me! What was that thing in your
pocket? You said you would tell me later." He pauses for a moment, then
gets a serious look on his little, round, angelic face, "It's later."
	I freeze again. I was expecting him to forget, but of course I
would have to meet the one eight-year-old-boy who doesn't immediately
forget everything he learns.
	My mind races, searching for an explanation that wasn't, "Oh, that
was my rock-hard cock, because I want to stick it in you."
	However, I could not think of anything. If I made mention of an
item, he would want to see it, or possibly reach for it, like he did
before. Anything else, and it really wouldn't make any sense.
	"Well?" I stutter, "It was? Um?"
	At the very moment Jake burst into the room, holding a large, thick
binder, clearly holding his magic card collection, "Found it!" The boy
shouts, his voice shear, but still beautiful.
	I jump, and push Dylan back slightly, and immediately look at Jake,
"Right!" I yell nervously, "Yes! Let's see if we can't improve these decks,
shall we?"
	Dylan frowns, and slinks back to his spot.
	Jake walks over, and hands me the very heavy book, and I gently set
it down on the floor in front of me. Without asking, Jake sits down next to
me, then slides in, his hip touching mine, his leg, running the length of
mine.
	I can feel his heat, and smell is beautiful smell, like sweat, and
dirt, the perfect boy-sent.
	Once more, my cock rockets into a full erection, so quickly, that I
know my pants moved, and both boys saw it.
	Dylan quickly exclaimed with a point, "There! I Just saw it! What
is that?"
	Jake naturally looks to where his little brother is pointing, and
his eyes grow wide, "Woah, did something just move inside your pants?" He
too points down at my cock, now pushing very uncomfortably against my
pants. His hand close enough that if my cock where to spring out of my
zipper, it would touch his fingertip.
	I look at both boys, their eyes focused on my groin, and stutter
for a moment.
	There was nothing I could say that wouldn't cause more questions,
so I had to decide what questions I was willing to answer.
	However, once more glance, and I could see the boys looking
straight at me, puzzled as to my stunned silence.
	I swallow the lump in my throat, and say slowly, and quietly,
"Well, boys? That's my, you know?"
	"Know what?" Dylan says, looking back down at my still tented
pants.
	Jake on the other hand knew what I was talking about, and looks
down once more, his mouth agape, eyes wide, "Wow!" He exclaims, "That's
your no-no spot?" He looks down at his own groin, "How is it doing that?
Why doesn't mine move?"
	Dylan can see his brother looking down, and then looks down at his
own groin too, "Oh! Your no-no!" Then pauses, and then gasp, "Wow! It is
big! Make it move again!"
	By this point, I was hard enough, I was afraid the pressure on my
pants was going to make me cum, and had to end this, "Alright, boys. Enough
of that. Let's make some decks." I state in a flat tone, so not to offend
them.
	Both boys shake their heads in acknowledgement.
	Jake looks once more at my groin, and back at his own, then he
turns away from me slightly, then, looking up at me shyly, turns back
slowly.
	Dylan, meanwhile, moves himself next to me too, like his brother,
and I can feel him snuggle into me, my elbow resting on his smooth, warm,
soft knee.
	I look down at Dylan, who appears to have already forgotten the
incident a few moments ago, now sorting cards. Then I look at Jake, who is
still siting hip-to-hip with me, but now, is leaning forward a bit more,
more so then he needed to be.
	"What's wrong?" I whisper to Jake.
	He doesn't look me in the eye for a few moments, then slowly turns,
"My no-no?"
	I raise a brow, "What do you mean?"
	Jake pulls on my shirt to have me lean in closer, but Dylan notices
and then lets go, shaking his head, "I'll tell you later." He swallows a
lump in his throat.
	I nod, and shake my head, unconsciously putting my arm around his
shoulders, feeling his peach fuzz on my arm. I smile, and then begin to
explain what makes a good magic deck.
	While I talk and pick out cards, Dylan leans over me, resting his
arms on my leg, which surprisingly didn't make me hard. Jake, on the other
hand, snuggles in closer, and leans on me, resting his entire body on
mine. The warmth is, at moments unbearable, but I somehow manage to accept
it.
	Ever-so-often I make some joke about the cards, and the boys laugh
with me, and I give Jake a good, hardy squeeze, which I can tell he
admires, and enjoys.
	Eventually I build three decks for each boy, and myself, and we
start to play.
	By this point an hour or so had passed since any talk of my, or
their cocks, and I was starting to relax, hoping they had forgotten
altogether.
	Feeling better, and having a pretty good deck to play, I leaned
back, and laid down on the floor, supporting myself on my elbows, while the
boys took their turns.
	Just as Dylan was about to end his turn, he looked over at me, and
cocked his head to the side again, and I knew a question was coming, "Why?"
He started, then looked up at me in fear, then went silent, eventually
stating it was my turn.
	"Why what?" I replied.
	"Nothing," Dylan quickly stated, not making eye contact, "It's
nothing."
	I hate when people do that, be them boy, or man, so I asked again,
this time in a serious tone, "What did you want to ask? I want you to know,
you can ask me anything."
	Dylan glances at me with a few quick flicks of his eyes, then
stammers out, "I was going to ask?" He looks at me again, then I watch as
his eyes slide down my body to my groin again, and in a very sheepish, shy
tone, asks, "?why I can't see your no-no anymore, like before."
	I laugh, then say, of-handedly, "It's scared, so its hiding."
	With this Jake laughs out loud, and falls to his side giggling,
Dylan, meanwhile ponders why, "What's so funny Jake?"
	The boy sits back up, and catches his breath, "Nothing. That was
just funny."
	I was to captivate by Jake's angelic laughter, to really pay
attention to anything else. I lay there, leaning on my elbows, staring at
Jake, smiling.
	He notices, and give me a strange look, then says, "Um? Josh, your
turn."
	A quick flick of my head, and I snap out of my stupor. We continue
to play, and I await a response to my comment, but Dylan says nothing.
	The young boy's demeanor tells me that he doesn't respond because
he is afraid his older brother will laugh at him, as he did before. If it
had been any other subject besides my own cock, I would have encouraged
Dylan to keep asking, regardless of what, or how, his brother acted, but
clearly, it wouldn't be appropriate to do so in this case.
	So we continued to play for about another hour, when Jake mentions
being hungry.
	At this point, I too, realize that I need food, and look at Dylan,
who nods in agreement.
	Normally I don't cook, primarily because I live alone, but I know
how too.
	The three of us retire to the kitchen; the boys bring their decks
to continue to play. However, upon arriving in the kitchen, I realize that
it is in shambles from the move, and the only food lying around is some old
boxes of macaroni and cheese.
	"Boys." I walk over to them with the boxes, "This is all that is
here."
	"Oh, wait!" Jake exclaims, "There should be some food in the van!
Remember, Dill?"
	Dylan only nods, lost in some deep thought.
	I ask Jake, as he gets up, "What do you mean?"
	The boy grabs my hand, to lead me out, and my heart skips again,
and I inhale quickly, and smile foolishly. I don't snap out of my
infatuation, till we are in the garage.
	Jake lets go of my hand, and opens the large door of the new van,
where, inside, sat more boxes.
	"We had food in here somewhere," Jake shouts from inside the van,
his pert little butt bobbing just inches from my face. I consider for a
moment patting it, or kissing it? something? anything to relieve my
tension. I opted to watch his slender, smooth legs twitch and stretch as he
moved boxes around.
	"Found it!" I hear him shout, as he struggles with the large box,
and as he goes to move out of the van slips.
	I immediately slide forward, and grab towards him. I throw my right
arm down, underneath his bottom, and my left arm around his chest, and
shoulder, and scoop him up, pulling him up to my chest.
	As I pull him up to me, I can feel his butt tense, then relax once
he realized he wasn't going to fall, and I had caught him. My mind reels
with the thoughts of how tight his little, virgin hole must be, and what I
would feel like to be inside of him, but I quickly lose them to make sure
he is okay.
	"You okay?" I look down at his form scooped in my arms and smile,
"You slipped?"
	Jake smiles and laughs, "Yep. I hate these crappy shoes. At least I
got the box!"
	"And I got to be a hero!" I happily say, "I can attest to your
hatred of crappy shoes," I look down, past him, giving me an excuse to pull
him closer to my body, and feel his legs, and chest, "That's why I wear
these." I wiggle my toes in my FiveFingers.
	Jake tries to look down, and turns in my arms, causing his groin to
pass beneath my arm, and I feel something surprising? I don't really feel
anything.
	I expected to feel something, a little lump of flesh, or, at his
age, at least something more significant, like his sack, but I hardly felt
anything.
	For a moment I considered that he might actually be a she. I had to
know, so as he twisted, I slid him down, and my hands down his body,
running my left hand over his groin on purpose.
	As my hand passed over the front of his polyester sport-shorts, I
felt a tinny little penis, which moved with my hand, and I could hear Jake
moan, and giggle as my hand moved off of his boyhood. He was small, really
small, even for his age. I speculated that if he was ever to get hard, he
would only be about two-inches-long, which was still small for a boy of his
age.
	Jake landed on the ground, and he looked up at me, blushing
slightly, and then immediately looked down at my pants again, "Hey!" I
points at my dick, "Your no-no is showing again!" Then his face goes dark,
and he looks down at himself, his low lip trembles, as if he wants to
speak, but does not.
	"What's wrong?" I ask the blushing boy, as I attempt to readjust
myself subtlety.
	Jake looks around, and bits his lips, "Can I ask you something?"
	I smile, and kneel in front of him, "Sure. Anything."
	He takes a long, deep breath, and I follow suit, then with a quick
sigh he asks, "Why isn't my no-no that big?" he reaches down and touches
himself outside of his pants, "It's? It's? So small." I could hear him
sniffle, and he rubbed his noise, like he was about to cry, then he catches
me off guard, "You just felt it didn't you?"
	My mouth drops open, and I gasp, completely flabbergasted, "I? Um?"
I could only stammer.
	"I know you didn't mean it, and I don't care. You didn't laugh, so
it's okay." Jake looks at me, and touches my arm, which I was resting on
his shoulder.
	"I didn't mean too. I had to set you down."
	"I know. It's okay?" Jake gets quite and whispers, "So? Why?"
	"Well?" I looked around too, "I'm older, so my, 'no-no' has had
lots of time to grow. Do you know what puberty is?"
	Jake nods, "Yes, they taught us that in fourth grade? That's when I
started to get scared?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"Well, all the pictures they showed us, and the video of boys my
age? they were? you know? bigger then me, but not as big as you?"
	I tilt my head back, "Ah! I see your concern." I smile brightly at
him, and kiss him on the forehead; he shudders for just a moment, "Don't
worry. You'll grow up, big and strong."
	"But?" Jake stammered.
	"We'll talk more about it later, okay? We should go back inside so
your brother doesn't get lonely."
	I stand up, and pick up the large box of foodstuff, when I notice
Jake is still standing still, "What's the matter?" I ask.
	In a flat tone he states, "Dylan isn't small. He's a little bigger
then me."
	After having felt Jake, and seen a little bit of Dylan's cock, I
knew Jake was right, "Look, Jake," I turned back to him, and stepped
closer, "You'll come to find out that there are some men in this world with
really big no-nos, and others with really small ones?"
	Jake interrupts me, "So you have a really big one?"
	I laugh, "No. I have an average one, not really big, not really
small?" I look down at him, "But you should not be ashamed of how big? or
small yours is." Then without thinking, I uttered the old motto, "It's not
the size that matters, it's how you use it!"
	Jake, like his brother, did not miss a beat, and asks with a
devilish smile, "How do you use it?"
	I simply wink at him, and motion towards the house, "Okay, lets go
in. We'll talk later okay?"
	He nods, and we go inside.