Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 23:17:45 -0700
From: Josh <10234evr@gmail.com>
Subject: Sometimes It Gets Better part 3

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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.

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


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      Dylan had been playing with his magic cards, and did not notice our
absence, which was reinforced with my excuse that the box was buried.
	I sent Jake back to the table with his brother with a friendly pat
on the butt, and a wink, then turned my attention to the box.
	Inside was an assortment of fresh food. Among the various products,
I saw sausage, and potatoes, not only two of my favorite foods, but being
in the naughty mood I'm in, I figured the sausage was appropriate.
	"Hey boys?" I turn to the two of them playing a game, "You guys
like meat and potatoes?" I smile to myself.
	Both boys agree with a smile, and I set about starting their
dinner.
	As I cut the potatoes, and the sausages into little pieces for the
boys' little mouths, I felt an amazing sensation of love, and importance
wash over me, something I hadn't felt since I was fourteen and babysitting
one of my neighbors grandkids. I never did anything with him, not even
close to what I had already done with these two boys, outside of watching
him bathe few times, but I still felt like he loved me, and needed me. This
must be how a father feels every day? or at least a good father who loves
his children, boys or otherwise.
	Eventually I throw everything in the pan to cook, and look around
for some cooking oil. All I was able to find was olive oil; something I
figured the boys must always eat, to have such soft, supple skin. That, or
they eat a jar of olives every week, ether way, I was okay with it.
	The sausage and potatoes began to cook, and I stood by the stove,
watching the boys, completely oblivious to my presence.
	I decided to take a chance, and I reached into my pants,
nonchalantly, and adjusted my balls, and cock, pushing my finger inside of
my foreskin to feel how much precum I had been leaking all day long, and it
was a lot. I pulled my hand out and sniffed my finger, then stuck it in my
mouth, all the while the two boys argued over who countered whose spell,
completely unaware of my actions. This, of course plumped me up a small
bit, but it quickly faded when the bickering escalated into screaming.
	I quickly moved to intervene before anyone hit anyone else, but
tripped on a small box in front of me, and flew forward, my arm smashing
into the handle of the pan. The contents flew in all directions, landing on
many of the boxes, the boys, and me.
	Luckily it had only been cooking for a few minutes, so it was hot,
but not scolding, and the boys screamed out, rushing to my side. I, too,
was fine, and checked the boys, who were fine too.
	We all stood, looking around at the mess, covered in bits of
sausage and potatoes, oil, and seasoning. I sigh and push off some of the
bits into the sink. Then lift Dylan up by his armpits to do the same, while
Jake used the other sink.
	"Well, that sucked." I say, looking at the mess, "We need to get
you boys cleaned up?"
	I stand for a moment considering the possibilities, when Jake
interrupts my thoughts, "Well?" he draws out shyly, "Why don't we go
shower?" He smiles at his brother, and then at me, then winks?
	Dylan looks at me, and shrugs.
	"Okay. How about this," I say, causing Jake to frown, "I'll get you
guys downstairs to shower, then I'll clean up this mess?"
	Jake sighs, and shrugs, "Fine." He says begrudgingly.
	I was beginning to wonder if this boy had be with another man
before, and he wanted to be with me, or if he was just interested in seeing
my dick, or perhaps, he was genuinely horny, and wanted to fool around, but
has never had a chance to do so till now.
	Regardless, I didn't have time to fully ponder that, the room need
to be cleaned up.  Dylan mentions, "Why don't we all clean up, then we can
shower?" He smiles at his brother, "If we all help, we'll be done real
fast."
	Jake turns back to me and smiles, "Ya! Let's do that?"
	At this point, I was getting a little nervous. Why were these boys
so ready to be naked with me? What more was going on here that I didn't
see, or couldn't see?
	However, my cock was getting the best of me at the moment, and I
didn't want to clean up this entire mess myself, so, after a minute or two
of pondering, I relented to the boys.
	We quickly picked up every little piece of sausage, and potato, and
I mopped the floor quickly, the feeling of the food-mess on my body,
driving me nuts.
	Once the last piece of potato was thrown down the disposal, I put
the mop away, and looked at the boys, "Now, we go get cleaned up."
	Both boys look at each other and grin, then turn, and run down the
stairs, yelling for me to follow.
	A part of me was afraid of what was about to happen. In the very
lest, I was about to see these two boy gods naked, at the very most, I was
going to be naked with them. Then it occurred to me that there were two
showers in the basement, one for each boy?s room.
	I could send them to one, and myself to the other? maybe.
	When I got downstairs, the boys where waiting in the hallway,
looking into both of their rooms, discussing which bathroom to use.
	I approached them, "Alright boys, I have to know, why are you so
anxious to shower? you know? with me? Or do you guys just like showing?
together?" I really didn't know what to ask, or what they were expecting,
so I took a random shot.
	Jake looked around nervously, as Dylan spoke first, in his shy,
high voice, "Um? I just wanted to see your no-no, and how it could move
like that." He grabs his pants over his cock and moves them around,
mimicking my cocks' movements.
	"Jake?" I look at the twitching boy.
	"I?" He is much more shy, and hesitant, "I wanted to see your no-no
too, and?" He stops speaking, glancing at his brother.
	"And what?" I say.
	After a short pause Jake takes a deep breath, "And my no-no, so,
you know? maybe you can tell me if it's? you know? okay?"
	Dylan looks over at Jake with surprise and a little bit of fear,
"What do you mean Jake?" His little, dear voice, was shaking with fear.
	Jake nudges his brother with his elbow, "I'm okay. I just? Have
some questions that Josh might be able to answer."
	"Oh. Okay. I thought your no-no was hurt like that one time." Dylan
nudges Jake back.
	"What do you mean Dylan?" I look at Jake.
	"When Jake was hit, his no-no was hurt too."
	I look at Jake and his scare, "What do you mean 'hit?'"
	"Oh." Jake looks at me, and points to his scare nonchalantly,
"This. When I was seven, I was out in the forest, with Dad. We were
camping, and some guy comes out of the trees, and he is acting all crazy
and stuff. He attacked Dad, and then he?" His voice tappers off, but Dylan
encourages Jake to keep going. "?The man tried to stab me, but Dad taught
me how to defend myself? Kinda?, but the guys still managed to cut me
here,? Jake pauses, and then continues, pointing at his lower tummy, ?and
just above my no-no." Jake lifts his shirt, and I can see the scare,
running from the middle of his lower tummy, past the rim of his pants,
presumably towards his penis. When he starts to grow hair, assuming he can,
and he has dark hair, his love-trail will cover it nearly completely. ?It
was really scary, but Dad hurt the guys really bad, and then the guy went
to jail.?
	After another pause Jake looks up at me with a very worried
expression on his face, "You don't think that is why my no-no is, so? you
know?"
	"Honestly, I don't know. If that scare goes any further down?
Maybe?" I didn't realize the impact of my words till I see Jake start to
tear up. I panic, and move over to him, and lower his shirt, "So, lets find
out. Come on, we need to shower."
	Dylan grabs my hand, and the hand of his brother, and leads us into
his brother?s bathroom, the larger of the two, with a walking shower. This
was the area the original owners would shower after being in their hot tub,
or the father would clean up is son after beating him.
	I should have had mixed feeling about that, but my cock was already
inflating with the touch of Dylan, and I didn't want to worry the boys any
more.
	Once we entered the bathroom, Dylan closed the door out of
instinct, and opened the glass door. Then looked at his brother, and me
"So, how do we do this?"
	I laugh, "What, haven't you ever showered before?"
	He looks at me with a flat face, "No. I never had a shower at our
old home. I had to take baths."
	Jake laughs too, "It's just like a bath, but you stand up."
	I look over at Jake, who stands right next to me, uncomfortably
shifting.
	I sigh to myself and decide, or rather, let my cock decide, that we
should get started. I slowly slip my fingers into my belt, and pull it
undone.
	Jake and Dylan stand in front of me in amazement, their eyes wide
with excitement.
	I look at them both, and giggle, "Oh, where are my manors. I would
get you boys undressed first, so you don't have to be messy any longer then
you need to be." I didn't realize I was saying that in a pandering tone,
but the boys didn't seem to mind.
	Jake was, to my surprise, the first to step forward, lifting his
hands above his head, "Okay. I'm ready. I want to shower."
	I smile, and slide my fingers under the edge of his shirt, letting
my hand brush his sides softly, making him shudder and giggle.
	Then, slowly, I move my hand up his perfectly smooth, tanned sides,
pulling his shirt off, messing up his hair in an adorable fashion. I smile
at him, and wink for some unknown reason.
	I then reach for the elastic of his shorts, but stop short,
motioning forward, and he nods. I bit my lip as my thumbs slip slowly into
the sides of his pants, I feel the edge of his boxers, and consider for a
moment, making this last just that much longer, and opt not too, slipping
my thumb inside of them too, feeling the warmth of his torso.
	As I begin to slide his pants down, very slowly, I can feel his
hips twitch, and see him pull back. I feel the fabric move ever so slightly
which tells me his little cock was rubbing against his boxers, causing him
to wriggle, and I feel my own start to plump up.
	I soon reach the point of no return.
	I follow his chest bone down, past his small, pink, hard nipples,
and into his slight six-pack, flexing with every little movement, then
follow his perfect, tanned "V" down to his scar, which flowed down to the
base of his penis, which I now barley had reveled. I could feel my thumbs
on his buttocks, and I shutter with anticipation.
	Jake wasn't kidding when he said his dick was small. Even before
revealing the entire thing, I could see the base, which was pressing, hard,
into his balls, and it was only about the thickness of my ring finger. As I
pulled down, I encounter resistance, and Jake bucked back a bit, and
reached for my hands, stating that what I was doing really tickled. I heard
Dylan mention he couldn't wait for his turn.
	I continued to pull, and as I did, I reached to the front of his
pants and pull them outward, away from his hard cock, allowing me to drop
his cloths to the floor, revealing his miniature cock.
	It was small, and cut, only an inch, maybe two, standing hard, and
proud. The tip came to a cut little tip, and the slit was perfect. The gray
skin around the base of the tip only stretched a fraction of an inch,
giving it the appearance of a much more stumpy dick then it really was.
	His ball sack wasn't quite a ball sack, though, as his balls hadn't
dropped yet, and were pulled very tight against his body, to the point that
when his dick was fully free from his pants, you wouldn't even know he had
balls if you didn't look.
	I look his cock over, and the scar leading to its base, and look up
at Jake with a big smile, "Don't worry kiddo," I stand up an put a hand on
his shoulder, "You'll be just fine. You might not break any records, but
you'll grow up big." I smile again, and look over at Dylan, who moves over,
his arms stretched strait up.
	I repeat my process with Dylan, slowly removing his shirt, causing
him to giggle too, then I slip my thumbs into his big shorts, expecting to
find underwear, but fail too. I look at him and smile, "Going commando, are
you?"
	He smile and looks over at his brother, now leaning against the
sink, his dick still hard, and then down at the pile of cloths, "Yep! My
neighbor told me that's how the cool kids do it!" He sticks his tongue out
at Jake, and I see it up close.
	It is perfect and pink, and strong. I can see him twitch it back
and forth.
	Without thinking, I remark, "Wow, nice tongue!"
	Dylan smiles, and looks at me, "Ya. Watch this!" He touches the tip
of it to his noise, then brings it back down, and crunches it into a shape
similar to a club on a playing card, "Cool, uh?"
	I smile and nod, then continue to pull his pants down, slowly;
letting my hands enjoy every moment I have touching his peach-white,
smooth, warm skin.
	As I pull the pants down to the base of his cock, I can see that he
too, is very hard, and he is, indeed, much bigger then his brother, but not
by much.
	Dylan's base is about the thickness of my thumb, which, for his
age, is a bit big, but nothing unheard of.
	With a quick yank, his pants slide off, and his dick springs
upward, at full attention. I pause for a moment and take in the scene for a
moment. I knew he wasn't that hard because I could feel it through the
pants, but there his cock was, pointing strait up his body, like it was
about to blow.
	I couldn't help myself, and I reached up to the three inches of
boycock, and wrapped my fingers around it.
	It was warm in my hand, and began to twitch to life as I squeezed
it, causing Dylan to squirm and wriggle about. I watched as his little,
cut, three inch cock, grew harder in my hand, and his round, perfect
mushroom head plumped up, the slit parting ever so slightly.
	He giggles again, "Oh, ah. Okay, stop, that tickles a lot!" He
managed to spit out while laughing and writhing.
	I suddenly snap to myself and realize I am just a few seconds to
jacking this boy off, and release his, now fully erect cock from my hand,
"Crap. I'm sorry," I hastily stand up and stutter out, "I don't know what I
was thinking. I thought you weren?t hard, but you look like it."
	Dylan looks down at his pert cock and smiles, "It always looks
like. Isn't it supposed too?" He looks over at his brother, who had walked
closer to Dylan and me whilst I was fondling the younger boy, "Jake, yours
doesn't look like mine? Why?"
	Jake smile and looks over at me, still standing clothed, with a
full on erection attempting to burst out of my pants, "I'll show you
why. Josh, take your shirt off please."
	I do as the boy commands, which only makes my cock throb more.
	Jake then moves up to me, and grabs my belt, without any
hesitation, then undoes it, pulling it away from my pants quickly. Then
with the dexterity of an angel, he undoes my button, and pulls down the
zipper, brushing against my cock, causing it to buck, and making me nearly
cum.
	Dylan spots this motion, and exclaims that he saw my no-no move
again.
	Then both boys go quite, and their jaws drop, and Jake releases my
pants, and they fall to the ground. I too, was going commando that day.
	Pointing right at the chest of Jake was my six-and-a-half-inch,
uncut cock, leaking precum like I was cumming.
	As Jake steps back, mouth still agape, I sigh, and lower my hands
down to my side.
	After a few moments of the three of us looking each other over,
Dylan is the first to speak again, "Wow!" He exclaims, "You're right Jake,
I guess everyone doesn't look like mine. Look at how big it is." Dylan step
forward and grabs my cock near the base, his little hand just barley able
to reach around.
	My dick bucks as he touches it, and I giggle, saying that it
tickles when he touches me, with a smile.
	Jake speaks next, pointing at my dickhead, "What?" He pauses, then
continues, "What is wrong with it?" He shies away for a moment, until I
speak.
	"Oh, you mean this?" I move my hips backward, making sure Dylan
keeps a hold of my dick. This makes my foreskin roll over the tip of my
dick, then I thrust forward, causing my head to poke out just slightly, and
leak out a small bit of precum more. "That's my foreskin." I move Dylan?s'
hand away, reluctantly, then pull the skin back all the way. "See you guys
don't have them cause the doctor cut them off." I grab Dylan's cock just
below the tip, and rub the grey skin, then move over to Jake and put my
index finger and thumb, almost all that will fit around his cock, on his
grey skin and rub up and down a few times.
	This causes both boys to quiver, and shake, then Jake gasps out,
"Oh, why does that feel so good?"
	I simply smile, and let go, then wink at him, the his brother,
"Maybe later I'll explain."
	Before I can continue to say anything else, Dylan chimes in, is
face only inches from my cock, "What's that then?" He points at my slit,
and the precum.
	"That?" I rub my finger through it, then down my shaft, "That's
precum."
	Jake speaks, "Oh ya, we learned about that? I thought you only got
that right before you are about to have sex?"
	"Nope. Any time after you grow up that you are 'excited' like I am
right now, your dick leaks this stuff. It's nothing to worry about."
	Dylan exhales heavily, and his breath hits my dick, causing it to
jump again, and he laughs out loud, "Cool! Make it do that again!"
	I look down, and flex, causing my dick to jump again, "Like that?"
I continue to do that until it is bouncing around like it was possessed.
	Dylan watches it with his eyes, and then steps back, and tries to
mimic my movements, to no avail, "I don't get it, why can't I do that?"
	"Well, there could be a couple of reasons? Why don't we get into
the shower, then we'll talk. I'm still sticky?" I giggle out loud, in what
is clearly not a real giggle, but more of a sarcastic, "that's what she
said," sort of way.
	With that, the three of us, each, rock hard; Dylan with his
strait-in-the-air penis, Jake with his two inches of raging boy cock, and
my own throbbing manhood, ready to blow, step into the shower and I turn it
on.
      Jake and Dylan stood directly in the way of the showerhead, something
I warned them against.
	They both screamed when the ice-cold water splashed over their
immaculate, or rather, mostly immaculate bodies.
	It was then that I noticed that the two young boys really didn't
have any blemishes anywhere on their bodies, save for Jake's scar, which I
couldn't stop looking at.
	I have always had a fetish for scars, especially sexy, slim ones,
like Jake's.
	After the water hit both boys, they jumped forward and grabbed a
hold of me, and Dylan looked up, "That was cold! Why is it cold?"
	I laugh, "Two reasons," I state, "Out here in the middle of
nowhere, when you turn on the hot water, it starts out cold. The second," I
push the boys away a little bit so I could see my still erect cock, "is to
help with these." I point down at my dick, then theirs, "It's not the best
way, or easiest way, but it will get the job done."
	Both boys look at my manhood, then at their softening dicks, and
seem to understand, but Jake still asks, "So cold water will help with
what?"
	I push on my hard dick, and it bounces back, "You see how it did
that?"
	Jake and Dylan nod. Jake adds, "Mine does that sometimes, like when
you took of my pants."
	I smile, and my dick twitches to Dylan's delight, "Yep! Well, do
you know why it does that?"
	"'Cause it's hard?" Dylan asks.
	Jake answers, "Ya, but it's because it's, um, I think I remember,
from class?" He ponders my cock and his own little boyhood for a moment,
"It's cause it's filled with blood, right?"
	I nod, "Now, did your class ever mention anything about a?" I hold
up my hands, and produce air-quotes, "cold shower?" I wink at Jake.
	His eyes grow wide with realization, "OH!" He exclaims, "That's
right! I remember now! The cold water makes your no-no shrink!"
	Dylan looks at all three of our packages and comments, "You're
right Jake! I'm not hard anymore, or you, or Josh!"
	I smile, "Exactly, just like when you jump into a cold river, your
cute junk shrinks up?" After I say this, I realize Jake's situation, and
look over, but he does not seem to be fazed by my comment.
	He smiles at me, and turns to the water, "It's hot now."
	Upon hearing this Dylan immediately looks down at his own no-no,
"I'm not getting hard again?" He seems sadden by this, "Why?"
	"Oh," I say, "Well, it's because?" I stutter for a moment, "It's
because?"
	Then Jake interrupts me, stepping into the shower stream, the water
rushing over his tan, fit, sexy body, "It's because you're not simulated."
Then looks at me, and winks, as he lets his head into the water.
	I giggle, "It's stimulated, Jake." I look back down at Dylan, and
push him into the water, letting my hand caress his neck gently, "You're
not hard, Dylan, because there isn't anything stimulating you."
	"What does that mean?" Dylan asks, as water pours over his head,
and highlights every little dimple, and curve to his amazingly smooth body.
	Jake answers before me, "Josh just means that nothing is making
your no-no happy, so it isn't getting hard."
	Dylan looks down, "How can it get happy?" He grabs his dick, which
still points strait up, a little smaller then it was when he was hard.
	"Just play with it, like that one time you saw me in my room." Jake
answers, grabbing the soap.
	We shower in silence for a few seconds, lathering up a rag to wash
ourselves, when Jake asks, "So? Josh? What is the other way to deal with a
hard no-no?"
	I look at Jake, who hands me the soapy rag, and turns around,
suggesting I wash his back, "Well? There are? other, more adult ways to do
it."
	"Like what?" Asks Dylan, rubbing soap into his bellybutton.
	"It's grown-up stuff." I state, looking down at Jake, who still
stand with his back to me, his pert, perfect bubble-butt, pointing right at
me.
	I take a deep breath, and start to feel my dick grow again, as I
press the towel to the boy's back. I slide it slowly down his spine from
the base of his neck, and he shudders slightly, and I reach the dimples
above his relaxed ass.
	Pausing for a moment, I ponder my options, rubbing slowly in a
circle at the tip of his crack. I could just wash over his buttocks, maybe
even give it a little squeeze, or I could rub it over, then run my hand up
and down his crack, tickling his boy-cherry.
	I pull the rage away, and soap up my hand, by this point, I am rock
hard again, and so very close to bursting, I might pop, just touching
Jake's perfect, tan body with my bare hands.
	But, throwing all caution to the wind, I place the rage under my
hand, and reach for Jake's ass.
	As I touch the top of his crack with my bare hands, he giggles, and
I can see him smile as he turns back around to look at me, allowing me a
quick glimps of his hard, two-inch-cock.
	"What are you doing?" He asks playfully.
	I grin, "I'm washing your back, now turn around."
	"Okay."
	I run my hands up his back, feeling the strong, developing muscles
in his smooth back, and begin to massage his shoulder, then move to his
armpits, to which he giggles, and pulls away. I quickly reach out and wrap
my hands around his waste, allowing my fingers to come close to his minor
package.
	I then run my hands up and down the sides of his chest, and again,
he jumps forward, and laughs out in protest, "Hey, I said I'm ticklish
there!"
	"I know!" I laugh, "But, you want to be clean, right?"
	The boy nods.
	I continue to run my hands down his sides, harder this time, so I
don't tickle him, and then quickly wrap my hands around his torso, bring my
fingers close to his dick, but not enough to touch it, then pulling them
back to his ass.
	With a slow, tight, grip, I stick my thumbs into his crack, and run
my hands down both of his cheeks, pulling them apart slightly to glimpse
his boyhole.
	Jake's tan, I realized at this point, ran the entirety of his body,
meaning he had gotten it while completely nude! As I spread his butt
cheeks, I noticed that the tan stopped just short of his hole, and I nearly
came, feeling the sensation building in my stomach.
	With a quick motion, I ran my fingers up his crack, cursing his
hole for only a second, so I wouldn't cum, and stood up, turning him
around, "Okay, I got your back. You can wash off now."
	Jake's eyes were huge when he saw my throbbing cock, leaking
pre-cum like I was a fountain.
	It was then Dylan, who interrupted Jake's stare, "Wow! You're
stim-u-lated," he stutters out, trying to pronounce the word correctly, "So
am I!" He points down to his hard dick, which now curved towards his
little, tight tummy, "But?" Dylan grunts, "It hurts this time." He frowns.
	Jake closes his jaw, and agrees with his brother, "Um? Ya?" He
stammers out shyly, his cute voice cracking, "Mine is hard again, too?
But?" He pauses and looks away. I urge him to continue, to which, he does,
"But when you ran your fingers up my, you know," he points to his butt
crack, which he had spread to wash out, "my no-no got, really, really hard,
and it hurt too? Why?"
	"Well?" I consider the best possible answer, "How many times have
you two been hard in your whole life, like tonight?"
	Both boys look at each other, then back at me.
	Jake is the first to answer, "I got hard a few times in our special
class at school, and then a few times at home, in bed, cause I was playing
with it. But nothing like this."
	Dylan quickly jumps in, "I got sorta hard when I saw Jake playing
with his no-no, but that's it? If this time doesn't count?"
	"Okay." I hold my chin in a pondering fashion, "Well, then, that is
why. You boys have never really been that hard before, so your cute little
dicks need to get used to stretching out this much, and getting hard." I
smile and run my hand along Jake's neck and shoulder, and brush Dylan's
long, dirty-blond hair from his face, "It's normal, as long as the pain
doesn't keep happening after some time."
	Jake grabs his two-inches, and pushes it down, against his nearly
non-existent ball sack, "How long? 'Cause I kind of like that pain, like
when I pull on it" He let's go, and his boyhood flicks back up, and he
grabs it with his whole hand, then pulls his dick forward and whence a
slight bit.
	Dylan watches, and mimics his brother?s actions, but lets out a
small yelp when he pulls his dick forward, "Ow! That really hurt!" He
exclaims, and let's go, "I don't like the pain."
	I smile at both boys, as they experiment with their perfect little
bodies, and unconsciously reach down for my dick, which is a second away
from bursting.
	Dylan looks over at my dick, when Jake mentions, "What are you
doing?"
	I realize that I have grabbed the middle of my dick and pulled the
skin back hard, and tight, causing my balls to slap back and forth. I was
about to masturbate, but immediately released my manhood, "I was, um? Just
getting ready to clean my dick. That's it."
	Dylan step closer to me, and looks at the tip of my dick, "What is
that stuff coming out of your no-no?" His eyes grow wide, then he jumps
back, "You're not peeing are you?" He exclaims.
	"No. That's something special that boys make when they get older."
	Jake looks at my dick, and then down at his, "Will I?" He asks
impishly.
	I grin at him, and put my hand on his shoulder, kneeling to be eye
to eye with him, "Yes. I promise. You might start to make it very soon."
	With this, Jake smiles ear-to-ear, and looks over at his brother,
then down at his own dick, which he grabs with his pointer and thumb, "I
hope so. I want to be grown up like you!"
	My heart flutters with this, and I kiss Jake on the forehead,
making sure I don't accidently rub any other part of my body on him lest I
would cum right there.
	Dylan's high, little voice breaks the moment, "Okay! My turn!" He
picks the soapy rag of the floor and hands it to me, then turns around.
	"So you want me to wash you too?" I say jokingly, soaping up my
hands, as I did for his older brother.
	The boy looks back, a big grin on his adorable, baby face, "Yep!"
He then reaches back and pulls his smooth butt cheeks apart, only slightly.
	I take the hint, and start my massage there, running my fingers
down his crack, and across his completely smooth, pink, boyhole. His cherry
was tighter then his brothers, I could already tell, and much smoother.
	I then ran my hands down his butt cheeks, and down his legs,
reaching forward, letting my hands tickle the base of his nutsack, to which
he giggles, and twitched, "That felt funny."
	I ignore his comment, and I continue to run my hands down his
hairless, tone legs.
	With a quick motion, I wrap my hands around his ankles, and rub
them up the front of his legs, and then around his boyhood, only allowing
myself to get within a hairs-breath of his erect cock, then up his chest to
his nipples, where I lingered for only a moment, then I released him, with
a sigh.
	Dylan quick turns to me, and smiles, "That was fun, and it felt
really weird, then really good!" He smiles again, and steps into the water
to wash off.
	Jake, meanwhile had been watching me massage his brother, having
leaned against the wall.
	"Josh," Jake asks, "Does your no-no hurt?"
	Without looking at him, I smile and say, "No. I'm all done growing
up, so it doesn't any more."
	Dylan steps out of the water and looks at his brother, "Jake,
should we wash Josh now?" He gets a devilish smirk on his face.
	Jake considers me for a moment, and ponders my still hard cock,
still leaking like a fountain. "Sure!" He says, grabbing the soap from the
wall.
	I jump back, thrusting my hands out in front of me, in a motion to
stop, "Oh! No!" I exclaim, knowing that if ether boy even breathed on my
cock, I would explode all over them, "I can wash myself. Thank you,
though."
	Dylan looks down desponded, and sigh, "Oh. Okay." The steps back
into the water.
	Jake raises an eyebrow, "Ya. I know. But you helped us. So we
should help you. That's why we are showering together, right?"
	I smirk for a moment, then quickly rebut, "It's fine. I don't
mind. You don't need to help me any more?" I let me sentence tapper off, as
I realize what I have just said.
	"Any more?" Dylan looks up.
	Jake steps a little closer, out of the stream of water, "What do
you mean?"
	"Nothing." I quickly spit, "Just forget I said anything."
	Both boys go quite, and step back, afraid.
	"Oh." I say, reaching out for them, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
get so gruff." I step forward and put my arms around both of them, and pull
them in close, my cock still hard, and wet. "I just didn't want something
to happen."
	The boys look at me, and then step back, slowly.
	Jake looks at me with his brow still raised, "What?"
	I sigh, and look at them both, knowing I have to tell them,
"Okay. Look." I state, standing up, and stepping back. "I am afraid I might
cum."
	Jake and Dylan both shrug at me, and Dylan says, "What does that
mean? You're here, already."
	Jake looks at Dylan, and puts a hand on his little brothers
shoulder, "I don't think it means that? I think I know what he means."
	"Oh? You do?" I say, moving back into the water.
	"I know it has something to do with sex." Jake quickly spits out,
in a shy voice, not looking at me, or his brother.
	I nod, "You're somewhat right."
	"Somewhat?" Dylan asks.
	"Yes," I say with a sigh, "Let me explain? I guess." I move the
boys against the wall so they can lean, and see me better, "So you know how
we get hard, right?" I grab my dick, and both boys nod, "Okay. Do you know
why?"
	Dylan speaks up proudly, "'Cause we are stimulated."
	"Yes." I pat him on the shoulder, "But there is more. Do you know
what stimulated means?"
	Dylan shakes his head.
	"It means that you are getting excited, but not in a, 'it's
Christmas,' kind of way, but a?" I pause a moment, and look at both boys,
their gazes affixed intently on my face, then with a sigh say, "?a 'I?m
going to have sex' kind of way." I pause.
	Jake smirks, and blushes, even through his tan, and the heat fo the
shower, and Dylan's jaw drops like a brick, and exclaims, "What?"
	I smile, keeping my hand on his shoulder, "Yep. That is why your
dick gets hard. It thinks that you are going to have sex? or?" I pause
again, with another sigh, "Or, at least to have an orgasm, in some way."
	This time, both boys look confounded.
	"A what?" Dylan asks.
	"An orgasm," I say again, my cock twitching at the thought, "It's
the part of sex that feels the best."
	To my surprise, it is Jake who asks, "Really?"
	I smile at him, and shake my head, "Yep. That is when a man
'cums.'" I make the air quotes, "It's not called cumming, technically, but
that is what every one says."
	"Oh." Both boys squeak out.
	The three of us are quite for a moment, then Dylan sheepishly asks,
"So?" I looks away from me, "I get hard cause my body wants me to? Um?
Cum?" He too, makes the air quotes.
	I nod.
	Another moment a silence passes, then Jake asks slowly, still
blushing, still rock hard, "So? Um? How do we? You know? Cum?"
	I sigh, and consider the answer. At this point, I have already said
to much, so I decide, if I am in for a penny, I am in for a dime, "Well?
There are lots of ways a boy can cum."
	I stand up, and grab my dick again, "You can masturbate, or as
everyone says, jack-off?"
	Dylan quickly interrupts me, "Jack-off? My friend at school talks
about doing that all the time! What does it mean?"
	I gasp, for a second, and then ask, "What? Your friend? How old is
he?"
	Dylan proclaims proudly, "He's twelve!"
	"Oh," I sigh, "Okay. Jacking-off is a way to make yourself cum?" I
look down at my red, hard, cock, and my hand wrapped around it, "You
basically just rub your dick, till it feels, really, really good."
	I pull my hand back, spreading my foreskin over the tip of my tight
dickhead, and then push it back, repeating this process a few times,
stopping right before I felt the twisting of orgasm in my stomach.
	The two young boys watch as I stroke my cock, and look down at
their own throbbing members. Both grab their cock, Dylan with his whole
hand, which covers most of his dick, and Jake with his two fingers, which
covers most of his dick, too, and start to stroke themselves, watching me,
and checking each other?s form.
	"You can also do other stuff to cum." I pause a moment, to let the
boys stop. Dylan stops nearly immediately, and Jake a few seconds later.
	Dylan looks at me with a frown, "Was that supposed to make me cum?"
	"Yes. But you have to do it more then just that? usually, and the
more you do it, the more it will feel really good."
	Jake speaks up, with a slight quiver to his voice, "Oh. Okay. It
was sorta good feeling, but not?" He pauses again, and I sigh at him, "?But
not like when you touched my butt."
	"Well. It will always feel better when other people do stuff to
you?"
	"Like what?" Dylan ponders, look at his brother.
	"Well," I say, "You can do all sorts of stuff with another boy." I
pause, my mind saying to stop talking, my dick saying, keep going, "You can
jack each other?"
	Jake interrupts, "And that will make rubbing it feel better?"
	"Ya, usually."
	Dylan smiles at me, and rubs his tight little ball sack, "Like when
you rubbed me down here? It felt better then this." He rubs harder and his
pointed dick bonces seductively.
	"Yep." I smile at him, watching his dick bounce up and
down. "There's other stuff too."
	"Like what?" Jake asks, pushing himself off the wall, and rubbing
at his little dick, softly, and slightly.
	"Well. You ever hear of a blow-job?"
	Jake nods his head, and Dylan shakes his head.
	"Okay Dylan. A blow-job is when you have someone suck on your dick
like a piece of candy."
	With this, Dylan's eyes grow to the size of plates, his jaw drops,
and he stops rubbing his balls, "What?" He exclaims, "But you pee from
there!"
	Jake winces at the thought, and exclaims too, "Ew! That is what a
blowjob is? Ew!"
	I laugh, "I know it sounds gross, but there are other things with
boys, that sound a lot more gross, but trust me, they all feel, really,
really, good!"
	The boys calm down, and ask, "What else?"
	"Well, besides getting sucked off, you can have someone 'leg' you."
I make the quotes again.
	"Leg?" Jake asks.
	Dylan interrupts, "Like what you just did to me?"
	"No. Legging is when you and another boy hug each other really,
really tightly, when you?re both hard, and one of you is one top of the
other, like normal sex."
	The boys look at each other, confused.
	"It's like when you push down on your dicks, that funny, pressure
feeling?" I say. "It's like that, but you don't have to touch your dick, or
have the other boy touch it, ether."
	"Okay," Jake states, "What else?"
	"Well, the last thing you can really do with another boy, besides a
sixty-nine, which means you both suck each other at the same time, is
anal?" I let my words fall soft as I end my sentence.
	Both boys remain quite, until Dylan asks, "What's that?"
	"Well?" I sigh, "You won't like the way it sounds, but let me
explain, okay?" I look at both boys, who nod, "Okay. Anal means you stick
your dick into another boy's asshole." I pause and await their reactions,
which are exactly as you would expect? Almost?
	Dylan recoils back, gagging to himself, and shaking his body,
saying, "Ew." Over and over again.
	Jake, however, recoiled for a moment, then relaxes, with only a
small quiver, "Why would you want to do that?"
	"As I said," I look at Jake with a raised brow, my dick twitching,
"let me explain. You see, you have a little thing inside of your body,
right here?" I lean down, and touch both boys just above their dicks, where
the prostate would be. "It's an organ that is kind of like the tip of your
dick, made of nerves." Both boys calm down, and relax, leaning into my
finger, "Do you know the old joke about going to the doctor, and he puts on
the rubber glove?"
	Both boys nod.
	"Okay. That thing the doctor is checking is that clump of nerves?"
I pause for a moment, then continue when the boys remain silent, "When
something touches it, like a finger or a dick, it feels, really, really,
REALLY, good, like when something touches your dickhead, but about
three-hundred-times better."
	The boys smile at each other and look back at me, then Jake asks,
"So it really feels super good? to you know? do that?"
	I smile at him, and move my hand around his waist to the edge of
his butt crack, "Remember when I washed your crack?"
	He blushes, and smiles, "Ya?" He says excitedly.
	"Well, I just brushed against it, and it made your dick extra hard,
right?"
	He nods again, looking over to his brother, who was blushing too.
	I move my other hand around to Dylan's crack, "Well, imagine if I
played with it a little bit?" With those words I slipped both of my hands
around their butts, and slid my pointer fingers to the center of the
boyholes.
	Jake clenches his at first, with the first touch, but relaxes;
Dylan never clenches, but relaxes more.
	I slide my finger, in, against their holes, and push ever so
slightly. I feel my right finger slip into the rim of Jake's hole, and when
I do, he lets out a loud gasp of pleasure, and I watch is dick jump. I push
into Dylan's hole, but have a hard time getting past his tight
sphincter. However, with a few rubs, he relaxes, and losses up, allowing my
finger inside.
	Dylan gasp out loud too, and pulls his ass forward, almost off of
my finger, and laughs, exclaiming loudly, "Hey! That really tickles!"
	I smile devilishly and look him in his big, beautiful green eyes,
"I know." Then pull my hand closer, pushing my finger deeper inside of him.
	I move both of my fingers inside of the two, perfect, boys, for a
few seconds, watching their faces twist with ecstasy, and pleasure, and
their dicks stiffen and throb with excitement, then push forward with a
little force, to find their prostates.
	Simultaneously, I hit their hotspots, and both boys grunt,
thrusting forward. I fear for a moment that they both came, something that
would have been okay, but I would have wished to give them individually,
and with my mouth, but luckily, neither had. They continue to grunt with
this new experience, and attempting not to give in.
	I smile at them both, then rub them, inside, for a few seconds.
	Jake bucks forward with every touch, his dick bouncing as best as
it can, his face grimacing with pleasure, and a building orgasm.
	Dylan's dick flaps against his tummy as I finger him, his face
twisting with delight, and laughing with every slap of his cock.
	Then, I quickly pull my fingers out of the boys, ensuring to do so
when they clench, for that last bit of pleasure.
	As my fingers leave they boyholes, I can feel their bodies
quivering, and Jake nearly drops to one knee, but I catch him.
	His bother on the other hand, stumbles back to the wall, and slides
down it, gasping, and smiling, ear-to-ear.
	Jake exclaims loudly, "Oh my God!" He pauses and catches his
breathe, "That was amazing!" He looks back at his brother, who was still
gasping.
	"I know!" Dylan exclaims, leaning forward, trying to see his own
hole, and running his fingers across it, "I didn't know my butt could be so
much fun!"
	I smile, "Both of your butts can be fun!"
	Jake looks me in the eye and smiles gently, and leans in, kissing
me on the cheek, "Thank you." He whispers.
	I lean back and look at him, and his brother, "For what?"
	"That." He states.
	I smile again, "I you didn't even cum yet." Looking down at his,
still hard cock, which I reach down and touch with my thumb and index
finger.
	Jake's eyes grow big with excitement, "Really?"
	"Yep. Trust me, you'll know when you cum."
	Dylan, meanwhile, has stuck his own finger inside of himself and
begins to play with his own butthole. But upon hearing that Jake hadn't cum
yet, slips out and stands up, "Have I cum yet, Josh?" He walks over to me,
his erect dick flapping against his tummy.
	"Nope." I say, grabbing his dick too, and giving both cocks a firm
squeeze. "You're both still rock hard."
	Dylan sighs, and looks down at his brother, then himself, then me,
"So, should make the water cold again?"
	Jake looks at me with a frown, "I don't like cold showers."
	"Exactly." I say with a smirk, "Nether do I."
	"So, what is the grown up way of making our no-no's soft?" Jake
asks in a shy tone, blushing.
	"Blow-jobs work really, really, well." I grin, and look at both
boys, who look at each other.
	Dylan asks, pointing at him and his older brother, "Do we have to
suck each other?"
	I shake my head, "Nope. I'll suck both of you. That will make your
no-no's go soft, for a little bit."
	Dylan blushes, and steps backward slightly, nominating his brother
to go first.
	I look at his older brother in his tanned face, and raise a brow,
"So?"
	Swallowing the lump in his throat, the young boy, bites his lower
lip, and nods his head, looking down at his dick.
	I smile, and slide away from Jake, pulling him down to the shower
floor by his shoulder.
	Dylan steps back to the corner, and watches as I lower Jake to the
floor, and run my hands up and down his body, fluttering past his tinny,
little boner, caressing it on ever past, causing Jake to twitch with
pleaser.
	"Ready?" I ask, running my hands under his back, and lifting him
slightly.
	Jake swallows another lump in his throat, and nods.
	With a smile, and lower my head slowly to his small penis, and
breath upon his rosy, tip, sending shiver through his body. A moment later,
before he could recover, I extend my tongue, and lick the tip, considering
for a moment, how I was going to suck somebody so small.
	As my tongue touched Jake's dick, he gaps, and thrusts upward,
sending his dick racing along my tongue, which, in turn, cause him to gaps
out loud once more, and clutch at the smooth, tile floor.
	I slide my head forward, allowing my tongue to flow past the base
of his dick, and around this tight, small, nutsack, which only hung a
centimeter from his body. However, I could still feel both of his boynuts
sliding around my tongue, as I flicked and rubbed them.
	As I wrapped my lips around his cock, and balls, sucking them in
deep, and running my tongue down to the place between his legs, Jake cries
out a little whimper, and Dylan jumps, "Jake, you okay?"
	Jake grunts out through his quick gaps of breath and grimaces, "Oh?
OH GOD YES!"
	I continue to suck down on Jake, until he raises his hips from the
tile, and I run a hand down his butt, placing my finger on his clenched
hole.
	Jake gasps again, and I move my lips, and tongue to just the tip of
his penis, and suck in hard, causing it to plump out in my mouth. This
sends an explosion of delight through the young, ten-year-old boy, who
leans up and instinctually, grabs the back of my head.
	Jakes breathing gets harder, and harder, just as my dick does, as I
slide my finger into his tight hole, and push in deep, running the tip
across his hotspot.
	As I do, he thrust forward, and clenches in hard on my finger and
grunts once more, his dick, harder then it has ever been in his life.
	I suck down hard again, as I push against his spot, and slide my
tongue through his small slit, then around the tip and down the shaft
	I can feel his breathing speed, and his chest tight, then all at
once, Jake exhales, and pulls me hard down on his dick, throwing his hips
into my face hard enough, to nearly pull of my finger.
	He is about to cum, and I can feel it throughout his entire
body. Just as his balls pull up, I run my tongue down his shaft, pressing
it into the roof of my mouth, and thrust my finger, hard, into his boyspot.
	All at once, Jake screams out in pleaser, and grunts, balling up on
my head, then throwing his body outward, and thrusting his first orgasm
into my sucking mouth.
	I can feel every jump, and every pump of his tinny, little, smooth,
penis, and the sensation of his tummy rubbing on my forehead, the scar
caressing my face, causing my dick to jump, almost as hard as if I were
cumming too.
	Then, almost as fast as it started, it was over, and Jake went
limp, sliding down onto my finger, and gasping as he felt the base of my
hand cup his burning hot ass cheeks.
	His dick remained hard for a few seconds after his orgasm, and I
held it in my mouth, slowly caressing it, till he winces, and exclaims
between gaps, "Ow. Now? it doesn't? feel good."
	Jake looks down at me, his eyes glowing, water rolling off of his
bright red face, and smile.
	I withdraw from his asshole, and pull my lips from his dick, and
kiss at his tight sack, then up his shaft, to the tip. I give it a quick
peck, then kiss along his tummy, which is still slightly tight, showing me
is perfect "V," then to his neck, and finally his face, where I lean in
against his small, pert, pink lips.
	Jake returns the action, and leans in, kissing me hard, but leaving
his mouth closed.
	I pull back, and smile, and say quietly, "See? I told you would
know when you cum." I smile again, and wink at him, still holding his back.
	With a sigh, I sit up, and look over at Dylan, who had crawled
over, next to Jake, and me and was watching me suck his brother?s dick
closely.
	"Was it fun Jake?" Dylan shyly says.
	All Jake can muster through his lingering ecstasy is a nod and a
smile.
	I look at Dylan, and then down to his smooth pecker, and grin,
"Ready?"
	Dylan looks around nervously, first at Jake, who was resting on the
floor still, rubbing at his limp, one-inch-dick, and then to me, with my
throbbing, six-inch-dick.
	He sighs, and swallows the lump in his throat, and nods his head,
sticking his hips out slightly, and pushing his dick down with his hand.
	I smile at him, and move his hand, and wrap my arm around his back,
and lower him to the shower floor.
	His dirty-blond hair waves about in the water, and he looks down at
me, my head hovering inches from his perfect, cut, three-inch-cock.
	His voice shakes as he speaks, "Okay? I'm? I'm ready, Josh." He
sighs, and then holds his breath.
	"Don't worry, Dylan, this won't hurt. It will be the best thing you
have ever felt in your life." I say with a smile, breathing on the young
boy's cock, causing it to twitch, and his body to writhe. "Ready?"
	Dylan nods.
	I start by kissing his little, hairless ballsack, which was larger
then his brothers, and hung lower. I sucked at the skin, and kiss around
each of his perfect, little globs, caressing his back, and his neck.
	After a few seconds Dylan relaxes, and starts to breath heavily,
gasping as my hand explores his chest, and butt.
	I continue to tease the youth, but kissing his legs, and the base
of his dick, until he can't take it any more, and lifts his hips, pushing
his dick against my face.
	I take this opportunity to run my fingers into his small, tight
crack, and begin to massage his boyhole.
	As I do this, I run my tongue up his hard shaft to the tip, where
he gasp, and falls down onto my finger, forcing it into his body, to which
he winces, and moans.
	I look up to make sure he is okay, and notice that his eyes are
open, and he is looking right at me, and his down dick, resting on the tip
of my lips. I smile, and open my mouth wide, and lower it onto his raging
boyhood.
	I take the entire thing into my mouth, and wrap my lips around his
sack, flicking and rubbing at his balls with my tongue, all the while,
sucking up every inch of his boyhood.
	I can hear him moan, and grunt with every press of his boyspot,
deep inside of him, my finger slowly moving back and froth across it, and I
feel his dick twitch, and grow bigger, prompting me to suck up on his cock,
to the tip, as I did with his brother.
	As I do this, Dylan begins to writhe, and I hear Jake squeak out,
"Wait. It'll feel good in a second!"
	I open my eyes to see Jake sitting next his brothers? head, cock in
hand. Jake slowly caresses Dylan's forehead, and moves the long hair from
the young boys' face.
	All the while, I begin to suck up and Dylan, plumping his large,
pink head inside my mouth, running my tongue along his base, and around
this head. I enjoy every slight wrinkle I find on his perfectly smooth,
hairless boy-cock.
	As I pump his dick in my mouth, I rub at his prostate, caressing
the area between his legs, and rubbing at the back of his smooth balls with
my thumb.
	Dylan begins to writhe more, and starts to instinctually push
forward with his hips, grinding into my face, the feeling of his little,
tone tummy, tightening closer to his first orgasm.
	This prompts me to pull him closer to me, and I press his little
cock against the roof of my mouth, and suck in hard.
	Dylan groans, and thrusts forward, his cock bursting inside of my
mouth, pulsing against my strong tongue, holding it firm in place as I jab
my finger into his boyspot once more, he grunts out slowly, and quivers
with his first-ever, orgasm, his dick twitching inside of my mouth.
	I hold him close, continuing to rub my finger into his spot, and my
thumb, pressing his balls into my chin, my tongue wrapped around his dick's
head.
	His entire body twitches as the orgasm overtakes him, and his hips
thrust into me, his little tummy rubbing my forehead.
	I too, groan, as Dylan watches me suck him deep inside of my mouth,
his older brother, stroking himself, brushing at his younger brothers
blushing, pleasure filled face.
	A moment later, Dylan groans and grunts one last time, and goes
completely limp in my hands, his butt sinking all the way onto my finger,
and his dick, almost instantly turning soft in my mouth, his sack dropping,
to roll over my thumb.
	I sigh, still holding his dick in my mouth, and slowly move off of
it, pulling my finger out slowly too, causing him to moan once more, and
his dick, twitch, ever so slightly.
	As I did with his brother, I kiss around his nutsack, then the tip
of his dick, and up to his face, where I spend no time dillydallying, and
move right to his pink, small lips.
	Dylan throws his little head upward, and warps an arm around my
head, pulling me in close, and kissing me as hard as his brother had, but
his lips part, and I slip my tongue in, touching his teeth.
	At first there is resistance, then he relents, and I stick my
tongue into his mouth, where he closes upon it, and sucks hard, causing my
cock to jump madly.
	I pull back after a second and sigh, looking deep into his eyes,
closer then I had ever been, and I notice something.
	As the high of his first orgasm fades, I see flicks of blue rods in
his water-green eyes. They seem to dance about, fading with his pleasure,
and he closes his eyes, with a smile.
	I look at Dylan, completely limp, still held, nearly entirely in my
arms, and his brother, sitting next to him, both their faces bright red,
"So? How were your first orgasm guys?"
	Jake smiles at his brother and me, dick still in hand, and laughs
out, "Awesome!"
	Dylan is only able to grunt out in agreement.
	"See," I say, rubbing at Dylan's limp cock, "It wasn't so bad was
it?"
	Dylan shakes his head and leans back, "I like you playing with my
butt and my no-no." He sighs.
	Jake nods, then looks down at my dick, now, completely covered in
pre-cum, "What about you?" He points, "Who has to suck you?"
	My heart flutters with Jake's pure, innocent question, and I look
down, "Well? I do something a little differently then you boys. I make
cum. You don't"
	Jake looks puzzled, "But I just cum, though. I thought you made
me."
	"I did. But I make something when I cum, you don't yet." I pause
and look down at both naked boys, "You both will now, very soon, thanks to
me."
	Dylan moans out, "Oh ya. Aren't I going to have puberty now?" His
eyes still closed, his head twisting in a lingering ecstasy.
	"Well. Sort of. Not really, but yes. I mean?" I pause to consider
my words, "Okay. Now that you both have had sex, your bodies will start to
change, as will your mind, and thoughts, just like you where going through
puberty? But you might not start to grow hair and make cum for a while
yet."
	Jake looks down at his smooth brother, and his own smooth body, "I
hope I don't grow to much hair."
	I secretly hope to myself that he doesn't ether.
	"So, what is cum then, if it isn't what we just did?" Jake asks,
with impassion in his voice.
	"Let me explain. What you guys just had was an orgasm. When you are
boys, like you, you don't make semen, which is cum," I point at my pre-cum,
"and you don't make this." I rub a little on my finger, "You can still
orgasm, you just won't make pre-ejaculate, and you won't ejaculate any
semen."
	Jake perks up, "Oh, like in the videos they showed in our special
class?"
	"Yep!"
	"So you'll make that white stuff if you cum?"
	I nod.
	Jake looks down at my cock, and his limp brother, who's dick has
plumped back up in my hand, "I don't know if I want that in my mouth."
	"I know that," I reassure him, "That is why I don't think you boys
should suck me at the moment, until you are ready? If you are ever ready."
	They both smile, then Dylan squeaks, "So how will your no-no go
soft? And you need to suck me again? My no-no is hard."
	I laugh, and let go, "I'll let you relax first, then suck you again
later. For now?" I pause and look at Jake, then at Dylan, who now sits up,
"If you want to help me, you can jack me off?"
	The boys slide over to me, and smile, then with a nod, both grab at
my dick, their little, soft hands, barley able to wrap around the shaft.
	At their touch, my dick surges, and I nearly cum right then, the
feeling already building my balls. I sigh, and lean back, motioning them to
continue.
	Both boys begin to pull their hands back and forth on my cock
slowly. Jake reaches up and starts to play with my hairy nutsack, rolling
them around in his hand.
	Meanwhile, to my surprise, Dylan reaches around my hips to my
bubble-butt, and slides his fingers into my crack, his eyes growing large
as he realizes how much bigger my ass his then his, and how much more hair
I have there then he does. This does not stop him from sliding his finger
across my hole, then slowly sliding inside of me.
	His finger is much to small to reach my prostate, but as he moves
it around, I feel a second finger enter my hole, and writhe about, causing
me to gasp out loud, and moan, "Oh, yes, Dylan, thank you. More, please." I
gasp out.
	Both boys smile, as their rubbing starts to grow faster, and within
a minute, and clench my ass, and grunt, tightening every muscle in my body,
and then exploding forward, thrusting my cock hard through their delicate,
small, smooth, tight hands, and shooting my cum across the shower, farther
then I have shot before.
	As my body pulses with every thrust of orgasm, I grunt out, "Oh,
god, yes? I'm cumming!" I open my eyes, and watch as my cum runs down my
cockhead, and across Jake's hand, some of it falling on Dylan's little
fingers.
	A few seconds of ecstasy later, I sigh, and relax, pulling Dylan's
fingers from my ass, and resting my other hand on both of theirs, still
gripping my rapidly softening dick.
	I slide down onto the floor, and sigh out once more, grunting, "I
love you boys. Thank you!"
	The smile at me, and let go of my, now limp dick, which shrinks
back, against my body, my balls sliding down my leg, and to a point where
they touch the floor, slightly.
	The three of us sigh again, then Jake asks, "So this is cum?"
Holding his hand up to his face, looking closely at my glistening manjuice.
	"Yep." I smile, "Someday you'll make lots of that too."
	He shrugs, and drops his arm, then touches it with his other hand,
smelling it, "Oh. It smells funny."
	With out thinking I say, "But it tastes good."
	Just as I say that, I look over to see Dylan move his finger up to
his mouth, and his tongue comes out, licking some of my spunk off, and into
his mouth.
	He moans with pleasure, "That's hot Dylan." Then grin at him.
	He smiles, then brings the cum into his mouth, and winces at first,
then smile, eagerly swallowing, "You're right. It tastes like a penny."
	I smile, and look at Jake, who is watching his brother.
	"I don't know if I will try it," He says; lower his hand into the
water, "Maybe next time."
	I smile at him, and rub my hand up and down his leg, playing with
his small dick, and do the same for Dylan. The two boys mimic my motion on
my own body, then we realize that the water has grown cold, and let go.
	"Alright boys. I believe the shower is over, and I am still
hungry. Who wants food?"
	Dylan smiles and points and my limp dick, his own, hardening up
again, "Can I have some of that?"
	We three laugh, and I pat him on the head, "As I said, later, okay?
Let's dry off, and get some real food in us."
	The boys agree, and we step out of the shower, drying off each
other's body, slowly.
	As Jake dries off my groin, and moves his head close to my cock, he
looks at it, "It looks funny limp? I like it." He smiles and kisses my
foreskin, causing me to shudder slightly.
	"Good," I say, drying off his back, "I'm glad you like my cock,
cause I love both of yours!"
	We laugh again, then Dylan suggest, "Hey, do we have to get
dressed? I like looking at Jake's no-no, and yours too, Josh?"
	"I like that idea? Jake? Want to go nude?" I look at his tan chest,
and groin.
	"Of course!"
	The three of us, naked, walk out of Jake's bathroom, and back to
the kitchen.
	But, as I walk past Jake's big bed, I comment, "We are going to
have to try that again, soon? But this time on the bed?" Then I spot a
picture of Jake laying on the floor, "?And maybe this time with a camera?"
	The boys look at me with a devilish smile, and nod. I return the
smile, and nod.