Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 18:26:57 PST From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Take Two And Call Me In The Morning All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such. Otherwise, enjoy! This one is dedicated to my friend Trestin. Thanks for giving me the idea for it! "There are two kinds of dirt in the world. The light kind that sticks to dark things, and the dark kind that sticks to light things." - - Mark Twain Take Two And Call Me In The Morning By Jeffy I had just gotten back from the doctor's office. Like most men, I didn't go until it was clear, even to me, that I was quite ill and couldn't ignore it any longer. I walked into his office where he greeted me as he always did whenever I came in. "Hi Jeff. Boy, you really look like shit!" Gotta love that bedside manner. "Gee, thanks Doc," I replied sarcastically. "What's next? I'm ugly and my mother dresses me funny?" He just chuckled and ushered me into the exam room where he took blood, made me give him a urine sample, and generally did doctor things. "You've got a raging sinus infection. You're running a temp of 103. I'd like to admit you, but you're not going to go for that, are you?" He asked me. "Nope doc, you're right yet again. Just write me a prescription and I'll get it filled." I started to walk out of the exam room, but he stopped me with a strangely gentle hand on my arm. "I'll do that, but be careful driving. You're really not thinking clearly right now with that fever, and watch your mouth. You're likely to say anything in the state you're in. I want you to stay home from work for a week, and in bed. Do you have anyone to help you out?" I was touched, even through my fevered haze. "I'll be OK, Doc, thanks. I'm used to being alone." I thanked him, got my prescriptions from his nurse, and paid the bill. Even through his grouchy exterior I could tell that Doc was concerned about me. From there, I went directly to the drug store to get the prescriptions filled. As usual, they were busy since it was the middle of winter and it seemed like everyone had a cold or the flu. I gave the prescriptions to the pharmacist and she told me that it would be about a half-hour since they were so busy. I sat down on the bench and prepared to wait. Several others, most looking as miserable as I felt, were also waiting for their prescriptions. I saw a pretty (but rather frazzled-looking) woman in her mid thirties waiting with her two sons. God, they were beautiful! Both had incredible hair, not quite red and not quite brown, but that perfect mahogany color in-between. They had flawless pale complexions, dark eyes, and wonderful little button noses. Both looked to be slim and athletic. At the moment, they were seeing just how crazy they could make their mother. They were arguing and bickering, pinching each other when mom wasn't looking. They looked to be about 11 and 9 years old or so and were acting like perfect little hellions. As I watched them, I saw the woman turn her head and the little one pinch his brother's right nipple, hard. Yow! That must have hurt judging by the older boy's reaction, which was to get the younger one in a headlock. Now, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm not too long on patience even when I'm feeling well, which I was definitely not at the moment. I walked over to where they were sitting and barked at the boys in a stern voice, "Enough! Settle down NOW!!" The effect was nothing short of spectacular. They looked surprised and sat up straight on the padded bench, still looking angry. The older one was still rubbing his sore nipple. "What beautiful boys," I thought to myself. "Why thank you. I like them, even though they are a handful," the woman replied. Shit, had I said that out loud? I must be sicker than I thought. "I'm Jeff. Pleased to meet you. Sorry we didn't meet while I was alive." I shook hands with her. "I'm Karen and these are my boys, Kerry (she indicated the older one) and Taran (she pointed to the younger one)." I also shook their small hands, marveling at the smoothness of their skin. Karen looked at me with narrowed eyes and abruptly placed her hand on my forehead, just like she would do to a child. "You're burning up! You should be in a hospital with that fever." She exclaimed. "You a doctor?" I asked her. "No, I'm an RN. We just moved to the area last month. I'm a nursing supervisor at Norristown Memorial." "Well, thanks for your concern but I'll be ok. I live alone and like it that way." "Do you have anyone to help out? You shouldn't be alone." A wave of dizziness came over me and I felt a cold sweat break out all over my skin. I felt Karen's hand on my arm and felt the boys holding me on either side. I tried to protest, but none of them listened to me at all. We all got our prescriptions and prepared to leave. We found out that they lived just around the corner from me and Karen wanted to follow me home to make sure I was OK. Boy, talk about your maternal instinct! For the life of me, to this day I don't know how I managed to drive home without killing anyone. We got to my apartment and they all ushered me inside. The boys looked around with avid interest. Karen asked me, half sarcastically, "Don't you have anything in here that isn't deadly?" while looking at a reproduction of a Civil War cavalry sabre. I collect weapons, particularly swords. I have several, including a nice Washazi and Katana, along with other assorted oddments I've picked up here and there. "Just me!" I told her. The boys giggled at this while Karen rolled her eyes at me. They very efficiently got me a glass of water to take my pills with, undressed me, and slung me into bed. I did notice that the boys looked at me with interest as I lay there in only my unders. I sank into a fevered neverland. I still have no clear recollections of the next two days. I had the vague impression that someone made me eat and use the bathroom, but that's about it. Finally, in the middle of the night, I felt the fever break. Sweat gushed out of me and I cried out in relief. I awoke the next morning very weak, but much clearer. I became aware of one more fact. I stank, the bed stank, the sheets stank! I needed a good shower more than anything. Nothing in this world ever felt as soothing as that long, warm shower. Karen and the boys came in just as I was finishing up. I walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel to find the three of them grinning at me. "Well, back among the living, are we?" She drawled at me. I grinned right back at her, albeit weakly. "You need to dry off and dry your hair, we don't want you getting a chill." "Yes, mommy!" I insolently replied. The boys cracked up at this and Karen smiled at me. Still clad only in a towel, I went back to the bathroom and used the blow dryer on my hair. The boys came in and curiously watched me run my electric razor (rather unsuccessfully) over my three-day growth of beard. I heard Karen puttering around in my kitchen and became curious. Ok, so color me curious (in all senses of the word). I went to my bedroom and doffed my towel, putting on my bathrobe and slippers. The boys watched me the whole time. Good thing I'm not bashful! "Come on, eat before it gets cold." Karen told me. I sat down to a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, and toast. Then it dawned on me. They had taken care of me when I was too sick to take care of myself. I've always been a loner (you get hurt less that way) and hated to depend on anyone else, but I found myself touched by their caring. As I finished, Karen got back from changing my bed. I was feeling shaky again. It must have showed, since all three of them guided me back to the bed and tucked me in, stark naked. What the hell, I figured that I now had no secrets from them. "Karen, Kerry, Taran, please wait." I called to them. They came and sat on the bed beside me. "I have many faults, but ingratitude isn't among them. Thank you!" I gave each of them a gentle kiss on the cheek. Damn, I wasn't used to telling people that I was grateful to them and that I cared for them. I was no good at this! To my surprise, they all smiled, kissed me back, and told me to go to sleep. I did, feeling warm all over. When I woke up I felt much better. I got up and turned on the TV to see what was happening in the world. Shit, it was Monday! The last clear memory I had was of Friday and going to the doctor. I took another shower and made myself some oatmeal (my fave breakfast). I heard Karen let herself in. "I can't thank you enough for helping me. I guess I do need some help now and then." I told her. "Well, it's one of the reasons I'm a nurse. When I see someone suffering, I just have to help. And you also got my boys to quit fighting at the drug store. Since my husband left, they've been acting out a lot. He still sees them often, but they need a male influence in their lives. I happen to know you like them and want to get to know them better." What had I said when I was in my fevered state? I was terrified that she knew I was attracted to young boys. Did she think I was a monster? I started to stutter something, but she went on. "I'd like you to watch them for me two Saturdays a month. I have to work late at the Hospital and I haven't been able to make other arrangements. You can consider it payback for your TLC!" She wrinkled her nose at me and grinned. I agreed, and we talked for quite some time about me, my hobbies, and her situation. She and her husband had been divorced for about six months and the boys were finding the transition difficult. She seemed remarkably free from bitterness, saying that they just had grown apart in time. I was to come over their home for dinner that Friday at 6:00 sharp. Well, I slept a lot that week and recovered my strength. I felt good enough on Thursday to go to the gym and work out, which really put me flat on my back. Guess being ill took more out of me than I thought! Finally Friday arrived and I went to Karen's house, armed with a bottle of wine and a big cheesecake (from Junior's, of course). Karen answered the door and ushered me in with a wide smile. I walked in and stopped dead in my tracks. Kerry and Taran were playing, chasing each other around and yelling at the top of their lungs STARK NAKED! I closed my eyes and shook my head, counting to three. Yep, they were still naked! Karen took note of my amazement. "Um, did I mention that we're naturists? Guess I forgot to tell you that." I still couldn't utter a word. Naked, the boys were perfection itself. They both had nice slim bodies, big pink nipples, and perfect butts. Taran had a wonderful little bubble butt while Kerry's was a little more elongated. I watched their little wieners bounce as they ran over to me. Neither one had a hair on him, with Kerry being a little more developed than his brother. I smiled with absolute mischief at all of them. "Karen, maybe I didn't tell you this, but whenever I see naked boys I have an uncontrollable urge to...to....to...TICKLE THEM!" I suited action to words, tickling both boys all over without mercy. They laughed and shouted as we rolled around on the floor with each other. I gloried in the feel of their smooth little bodies against mine. I went after butts and underarms as I tickled them. "Say 'I give!' and I'll stop." I told them. "Never!!" they responded, beginning to fight back and tickle me. Soon I was lying breathless under the two smooth bodies. I resolved to stay in that position the entire night, but soon it was time for dinner. Karen just watched our horseplay with a gentle smile on her face. As we sat down, the boys came back in wearing shorts and T-shirts. I tried to hide my disappointment. We all had a nice meal with the boys on their best behavior. They talked about school, their friends, and their new teachers. They seemed to be settling into their new environment well. Then they asked about me and I told them the truth. "I'm weird. Just ask anyone who knows me." The boys giggled at this. "Everyone's weird in some ways, Jeff. If anyone were totally normal, now that would be weird." Karen told me. I thought a second. "OK, I live alone and I prefer it that way. I have very few friends. I love science fiction and I collect weapons, mainly swords and guns. I'm a computer professional and generally find machines easier to deal with than people." They just stared at me, not ready for so much truth. I cleared my throat and asked for the salt, breaking the tension. The rest of the dinner went just great and I enjoyed it hugely. Hmmm, was it possible that there was something missing form my solitary lifestyle? After dinner we all retired to the den to have coffee (Karen and I) and wait impatiently for dessert (the boys). Kerry and Taran, after a moment's hesitation, came over to me and sat on my lap, snuggling as close as they could. I was in heaven! I put my arms around them and gently kissed each one on the forehead. They (and Karen) smiled as I did this. We all sat that way for a while until the boys said they were starving again and needed some dessert to keep up their strength. These sure were smart kids! As we all sat and ate dessert, I became aware of the differences in the boys. Kerry was the more outgoing of the two. He seemed to have a great attitude toward things in general (namely that the world was here for us to have fun in) and was a terrible little tease. I resolved to break him of this. Taran, his little brother, was a more serious kid. He had a wicked sense of humor and loved bad puns and corny jokes, which he bombarded us with the whole time (one of his gems: What do you put on a burned pig? OINKment!). I could see that they were both trying to impress me (they needn't have bothered, I was already falling in love with both of them) and make me like them. After dessert I felt absolutely stuffed and actually had to loosen my belt. Both boys watched me avidly, I guess hoping I would strip with them. We again sat on the couch and watched something eminently forgettable on TV. They boys again snuggled close to me and I slipped my hand inside Kerry's shirt and began to massage his back. His skin was so soft and fine I thought it was almost blasphemy for me to touch it with my callused, adult hand. The boy just closed his eyes in total bliss. I slowly worked my way from his neck down to his waist, taking the time to explore every little vertebra and curve of his back. He began to wiggle his butt on my lap, grinding it into my already rock-hard dick. Shit, I thought I would blow a load right there and then! When I was just about done, Taran tried to elbow him aside and take his place. Kerry squawked loudly at this. I gently moved him and spoke to Taran. "That was rude, don't you think? You would have been next, but now you'll just sit and think about being more polite in the future." I put him at the far end of the couch. He looked thunderous, like he wanted to spit. Kerry smirked at him, but froze when I caught him at it. "That's also rude, young man. Don't tease your brother." I put him at the other end of the couch while Karen and I sat on the loveseat and had the last of our coffee. She pointedly didn't say anything about me disciplining her boys, which I took as approval. "Jeff?" "Yes, Taran?" "I'm sorry. You're right, I was rude. Please forgive me." "Well, that's a step in the right direction, but you weren't rude to me, were you? So who do you think your apology should go to?" He thought a moment, then turned to his brother. "Sorry, Ker." "That's OK little bro. I'm sorry too, for teasing you." "Very good boys." I held out my arms and the both came cannonballing into me. I burrowed my lips into the hollow between Kerry's chin and neck and blew a ferocious raspberry in it. He shouted with laughter. Taran joined in until I did the same to him and soon we were all laughing and tickling each other. How I loved to hear them laugh! Such an innocent, joyful sound! All too soon it was bedtime. I helped Karen supervise the washing up and brushing of their teeth. I tucked each of them into bed with a gentle back rub and a kiss on the head. The two little stinkers had stolen my heart! Karen and I talked for a while after the boys went to bed, mostly about the boys and how much they liked me. I assured her that it was mutual. Before I left I was all set to look after them on the Saturdays when Karen had to work. Control was going to be the watchword of the night. I was having two gorgeous young boys in my home all night, and I was pretty sure they would get naked as soon as the door closed. Could I stand up to such temptation? I was firmly resolved that I would NOT hurt those trusting kids. I'd been cleaning my house since early that morning and was now in the process of locking anything dangerous up in my closet gunsafe. It's one of the better models, where you need both a key and the correct combination to open it; nobody's getting a hold of any of my guns, thank you. I went around trying to classify things as 'dangerous' or not-dangerous'. Hmm, Katana and Washazi swords, both razor sharp - dangerous. Cavalry sabre - dangerous. Mauser model 1894 7.62mm rifle - definitely dangerous. Ditto for my Ruger 9mm pistols, "barbarian" sword, etc. It all went safely and securely into the safe for the duration. Maybe Karen was right about my penchant for deadly toys. I'd have to think about it if I was going to have the boys in my home with any regularity. I did leave some of the scabbards on the walls since they weren't easy to get off. Finally, the moment (and the boys) arrived. They all had beaming smiles on their faces as they stepped into my home. They boys looked avidly around, disappointed that all of my 'hardware' was locked up. To reassure Karen I took her into my bedroom and showed her my safe. I wanted her to, well, I guess to feel secure with me watching her boys for the night. She just smiled, hugged me, and left after kissing the boys goodbye and telling them to be good. We all just kind of stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds until I gathered Kerry and Taran into my arms, murmuring, "We're gonna have fun tonite kids!" They doffed their shoes and socks immediately and ran to the bedroom to put on shorts and be comfortable. I shivered at the sight of their beautiful, petite boyfeet and legs. Control, Jeff, remember, control. The boys wanted to play games on my computer (I had bought several during the week, as well as a joystick just for them to play with). I heard zooming noises and figured the kids were playing Stealth Fighter, and doing much better at it than I had. Oh, well. I went to the kitchen to fix up a batch of my 'Killer Chicken Stir-Fry' for us. I really can cook, even if I do say so myself. I also do enjoy it, creating a delicious whole from all of the different ingredients. Finally everything was sliced and diced and it was simmering on the stove. Mmmm, good! I went into the den to see how the boys were doing since they seemed awfully quiet. "Hi boys, having fun?" I inquired. They jumped at the same time. Kerry quickly moved the mouse to close the program. Now, what had they gotten into? Since I lived alone and rarely had guests it had never occurred to me to password or safeguard anything on my PC. The boys, both sporting stiffies in their shorts, hurried to the bathroom. I sat down and brought up the recent file list, now insatiably curious as to what they'd been doing. Shit! They'd gotten into my gay erotica files! The last file they'd been looking was "Devon and The Club" by Boisterous. A very hot man/boy story, it was one of my all-time favorites. I tiptoed over to the bathroom door and, sure enough, I could hear the sounds of furious wanking! Grunts and moans of boyish pleasure came through the door clearly. God! Could they possibly be wanking each other? The very thought was almost enough to make me cream my pants. I closed my eyes and recited my mantra of "Control, Jeff, remember, control!" Yeah, right!! I went back to the kitchen to keep an eye on dinner, my rock hard dick actually aching from the strain by this time. I shakily set the table just as I heard an especially loud series of gasps from the bathroom. I smiled as I got cups for us all. "Boys, dinner is ready. Come and get it while it's hot." They came out of the bathroom both looking very flushed. I tried to hide my smile, without much success I might add. We all dug in with a vengeance. The boys, despite their protests that they didn't like veggies, both had seconds. I could almost understand the joy that a mother feels watching her child eat. Well, all of us overate a bit so we retired to the den to watch some TV and relax. In no time flat I had two sleepy, scantily dressed boys leaning on me as I sat on the couch. Talk about a dream come true! Finally I could take no more and went to the bathroom to have a wank myself. I shot the biggest load of my entire life while trying to keep the noise down. The boys wicked smiles when I came out told me that my anti-noise efforts weren't entirely successful. We spent the balance of the evening playing Monopoly. The boys won since I kept looking at them rather than paying attention to the game. Finally, we were al sleepy and it was time for bed. I unfolded the couch into its queen-size bed position while the boys washed up. They came out of the bathroom smiling and naked. I once again recited my new mantra of "Control, Jeff, remember, control!" I got them onto the bed and gave them both long, slow back-rubs, dong all the way from their shoulders to their fantastic boyfeet. I let my hands roam and the boys loved it! They moaned and wiggled appreciatively as they slowly dropped off to sleep. I went to the bathroom for another quiet wank. My lust quieted for the moment, I stripped (I always sleep nude, summer and winter), brushed my teeth and went to bed. And, what a dream I had! I was in bed with Kerry and Taran and they were licking and sucking my cock! They did a wonderful job of it until I exploded like never before and they lapped my cum up like it was the best thing in the world. What a dream, it had seemed so intense and real! I awoke in the morning to find the morning sunlight streaming in through the window and two small, warm bodies nestled up against me. Then I had a startling thought. Had it really been a dream? My bladder was bursting so I untangled myself and went to take the piss of my life. I thought I'd never stop! Finally I was done, so I took my morning shower, shaved (breaking a firm rule of mine about not shaving if I didn't have to go to work) and brushed my teeth. The boys were still out, snoring gently with small smiles on their faces. I looked at them and again wondered if I had really dreamed having sex with them. Sighing, I went to the kitchen to start making pancakes for us all. Sure enough, the boys smelled the pancakes cooking and wandered into the kitchen, naked, sleepy and scratching themselves. It was such an adorable sight! They went off to the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up while I finished breakfast. They came out, still nude, and we all sat down to tuck away some pancakes. Just then Karan knocked on the front door. I threw on my robe and let her in, inviting her to have some breakfast. "Well boys, did you have a good time?" Kerry choked on his food while Taran giggled and told her, "Yeah, we had a GREAT time. We want Jeff to watch us whenever you have to work late. Please, please, pleeeasssee?" He wheedled. Karen glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, so I smiled and nodded to her. It was agreed. Karen worked late every other Saturday, not counting the nights when she was on call, so I didn't have the boys again for an overnight for two weeks. Those two weeks were an agony of self-hatred and doubt since I KNEW I'd never be able to keep my hands off them forever. By the time that Saturday rolled around I was literally awash in self-pity and loathing. I was feeling like a monster, like I was the most evil person in the world. Karen took one look at me and sat down to talk to me, telling the boys bluntly to leave us alone for a moment. "I shouldn't watch the boys anymore Karen. You'll need to get someone else. Sorry." I sniveled at her. "Why? You know they adore you. And you feel the same way about them. Go ahead, deny it!" "You know I can't!" I was in total agony now, my soul felt like it would rip apart. She just smiled gently and caressed my cheek. "Jeff, I know you'll never hurt them. I trust you, the boys trust you. You're our choice to watch them. You should trust yourself more!" "You don't know! I'm a monster!!" I finally spit out at her. She took it calmly. "I think not. Would a monster be worried about harming them? Would he only want what's best for them? You're not evil or a monster. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself! You have two loving boys to take care of for the evening." With that, she left, kissing both boys on the way out. Damn! I had to pull myself together. I couldn't have the kids seeing me like this. I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. I looked in the mirror. Did I see a monster there? The boys were subdued, knowing something was wrong. I tried to make light of it and relax them, but they could feel my tension. We all went out to the Bean Curd (my favorite restaurant) for a special treat. I could feel myself unwinding as dinner progressed. I mean, the sight of little Taran trying to use chopsticks would crack anyone up! Eventually, he copied my example and used a spoon (if I had to eat with chopsticks I'd starve to death!). They were very well-behaved in the restaurant and I was so proud of them! Once back at my house they both stripped as soon as we got in the door. This is what I had been dreading all week. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and shakily compose myself. I heard Kerry call me. "Jeff. I think Taran needs some help, come quick!" Panicked, I ran into the den and found the two of them sitting together. I had visions of one of them being hurt, but I found them sitting on the couch smiling. Then Taran got to his knees on the couch and I stared, dumfounded, as Kerry indicated his little brother's rock hard 2.5" dickie. It stuck straight out from his body. Circumcised, it was perfection itself, pulsing in rhythm with his heart. It was only about as thick as my forefinger. I looked deeply into both boys' eyes. "Are you sure?" I quietly asked them. Both nodded. I ran a gentle, loving finger over the head, down the shaft, and over his little boy-balls. He felt soft as silk, yet rock hard at the same time. Taran shivered and grinned at me as my finger made its progress into his most private of parts. As I stroked the pronounced ridge of his peritoneum the horny boy helpfully sat down and spread his legs wide for me. His beautiful face was the picture of contentment and absolute trust. All I could hear was the thunderous beating of my own heart in my ears. I enfolded Taran in my arms as gently as I knew how. God, he felt so fragile and tiny in my embrace! Not to mention squirmy and giggly! As I did this Kerry was trying to remove my shirt. "C'mon, c'mon, we're naked, fair's fair! Get naked with us!" He squealed with a sly smile on his perfect little face. Well, I knew how to shut him up. Grabbing him firmly with my left arm (I wasn't about to let Taran go) I drew him close to me and placed my lips on his. At first I just used my lips, tasting his clean boy breath in my mouth. Then I hesitantly licked his lips with my tongue, which was immediately sucked into his mouth like a dust bunny into a Hoover! In no time I was licking the whole inside of his mouth (he tasted a little like bubble gum) and was wetly sliding my tongue down his throat. The reality was turning out to be about a million times better than my imagination! When I finally released him from the hot, wet, slimy kiss he was breathless and panting. For the first time since I'd met him he was totally speechless. I again turned my attention to his little brother. He had a grin plastered across his little mug than I can only describe as 'shit-eating'. I got out of my clothes in about one second flat and took the little boy in my arms. "It's OK, you can touch me as much as you want. Don't be shy, little man." The feel of his smooth, little hands on my hairy bare skin was beyond belief! It was like being stroked by living, warm silk all over. I kissed him and slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth. He was so small it seemed like my tongue filled it completely. We tongue wrestled and swapped spit like mad until I was about to explode like never before. Shaking, I forced myself to back off a little. These two deserved my best, and I was going to give it to them! As Taran giggled and squirmed on my lap, I proceeded to lick, kiss, and ever so gently nibble on every square inch of his chest, underarms, and neck. I teased, bit, and swiped his bare underarms with my tongue until he was moaning and ready to cum. I took his nipple into my mouth and sucked, hard, as he madly dry-humped me as he had a mind-bending dry orgasm. Shit, he squeaked and writhed on my lap so much I almost thought he was having a seizure! Next stop, his wonderful little dick, which was still hard. I bathed the little 2.5" tool until he was squirming again and then went down to his little hole, licking all the way. Would he let me put a finger inside him? I licked right on his hole and then slowly worked my tongue inside his hot little opening. I expected it to taste funky, but there was almost none, and what taste there was was just a little musty, not bad at all. I worked a finger inside him as I found that I could fit his balls and cock in my mouth comfortably at the same time. I glanced up and was startled to see Kerry holding his little brother's head and stroking his hair, gently talking to the smaller boy. Well, with this kind of treatment it wasn't long until I felt his dick twitch madly in my mouth. Maybe it had something to do with the way I was slowly stroking his prostate. Then Kerry and I were holding a panting, sweaty, exhausted boy and telling him what a good lover he was. I looked at Kerry and smiled. Now it was his turn. He smiled back a little nervously. "Kerry, honey, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to." I told him. "I do want to! It's, just that, well, I've thought about it for so long, and now I'm really going to do it." "I understand. We'll go slow, and you can say 'no' anytime." I sat him on my lap and gently stroked his face. So, soft, so beautiful, I thought to myself. He just sat there for a couple of seconds enjoying the caress before he moved in to kiss me. I could feel the difference between him and Taran as he wiggled his butt to get good and comfortable on my lap. I almost blew my load right there, but I knew that once I did that would be it for the night and I couldn't do that to Kerry. To calm down a little, I held him on my lap and explored every square inch of his mouth with my tongue while running my fingertips down his spine. That got a thrill shiver from him! I went slower with Kerry, aware of his hesitancy, careful not to spook him. Gradually, he relaxed and began working his tongue in and out of my mouth like a piston while moaning and grabbing me by the hair. Wow, once he got started it was full speed ahead! We backed off to catch our breath, out mouths still connected by a thin rope of drool. I even found THAT a major turn on! "OK baby, here we go. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you!" I told him, getting an excited giggle and a smile in return. There was no trace of hesitancy now! I duplicated what I had done with Taran, feeling his big, soft nipples harden to points as I sucked them, making him squirm as I licked the ticklish spot in the center of each armpit. I could tell he thought that was a little weird at first, but eventually he got into the spirit of it and asked me to do his other pit too. I put him next to his brother on the now fully converted bed (to this day I don't remember taking off the cushions and pulling out the bed). I had to smile as Taran lay there, his eyes half-closed and a dreamy smile on his face, humming tunelessly to himself. Jeez, talk about one happy kid! I kissed and licked my way down his luscious boy-body (he was beginning to develop some musculature and I could definitely feel it), skipping his privates. He whined a little until I began massaging his little boyfeet. They were so cute, each toe a study in perfection. I couldn't resist and began to kiss his instep, followed by a thorough licking of each foot. He giggled and squirmed the whole time. Finally, my tongue was getting a little tired so I kissed up his slim thighs to his soft, hairless scrotum. I paid it it's due as I sucked on the little jellybean sized nuggets inside. He was moaning and thrashing around wildly now and I could tell he needed relief. He got absolutely still as I began to slowly, lovingly suck his little 3" tool. He reached orgasm in seconds, moaning and bouncing up and down on the bed. Talk about going ballistic! When he came down from his cloud, he told me that he wanted to taste me. Of course, I agreed and he immediately licked a drop of pre-cum from my dick. I had to think of a car door slamming repeatedly to keep from cumming right then and there. He eventually was able to get about half of my cock in without gagging (I'm only average in length and a not too thick). The feel of his hot, textured tongue on me made me want to shout with joy, but I settled for a loud moan instead. No sense in alarming the neighbors. But he had one more surprise for me. "Will you, uh, well, you know, stick it in me?" I was too startled for words for a second. "No, babe, it'd hurt you. Maybe when you've grown a bit..." "No! Please, please, please! Then I'll know you really love me!" "I do, never doubt it. But..." Well, five solid minutes of arguing followed with me (if you can believe it) emphatically telling him no. I mean, of course I wanted to, but I didn't want to hurt him. I lost the argument and in no time I was spreading KY on his puckered boyhole. "No way, too small," I thought to myself. I rather experimentally tried to insert my forefinger and much to my surprise it went in without too much resistance. Kerry smiled and told me sweetly, "I've been doing that with my fingers for a long time. Feels great!" I smiled back and let him have a second finger. He was tight! I worked my fingers around in a circular motion to help him loosen up, which he did rapidly. I got on my back and positioned him over me so that he could control the penetration and back off if it became painful. Yeah, right! One look at the determined look on his face told me that he wouldn't back off no matter what. He sat down rather hard and the head popped in. "Easy, there, kiddo, take your time." I told him. He immediately began the process of sliding down my pole, pausing to pant a little each time a little more went up inside him. After much grunting on both our parts, he sat perched on me with my pubes tickling his smooth cheeks. "I did it!" He shouted in triumph. "It's all inside me!" "Yes, love, you did, and I love you! Are you OK?" "Yeah, great!" With that he started rocking back and forth as I cooed to him about how good he was, how wonderful and what a great lover he was. He was so hot and tight I thought that he would cut off the blood flow to my dick! Then he sat still, squeaked a few times, and had an incredible dry orgasm. With each pulse I could feel his ass muscles clamp down on my cock harder and harder until, on his third pulse, I shot the load of my life up his ass. I felt like my entire being was being pulled out through my throbbing dick! Finally, both sweaty and spent, we collapsed on each other and just lay there for quite some time. In time, I roused myself, picked Kerry up, and put him on the 'throne' so he could relieve himself, which he did. After taking the longest piss of my entire life, I picked up the boys (one at a time) and gently put them in my bed, crawling in after them and turning out the light. The dishes would wait until morning. The End Hope you all enjoyed this one. It turned out longer than I'd originally intended, but that's how it goes sometimes!