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Installment 5
by
Erastes
Copyright 2015 by Erastes
Chapter
9 – Pride and Doubts.
"Tyler, I thought we'd already gone over this," I grumbled, as he lay naked on my bed sporting an erection.
"I just want you to help me with this," he said, as he nudged his boner.
"You know how to masturbate, because I saw you do it, so just go take care of it yourself," I pointed out.
"You mean jack off?" he shot back, looking confused.
"Masturbation is the proper name for it," I informed him, "but it's also referred to as jacking off, jerking off, beating off, wanking, choking the chicken, bashing the bishop and a bunch of other names too."
"That's funny," Tyler observed, after hearing my comment. "So are you going to help me?"
"Come on. I need my sleep and I'm not ready to have this discussion again," I nearly whined. I was beginning to sound like a little kid myself.
"You wouldn't have to, if you'd just do it for me. It won't take long," he offered.
"You are incorrigible," I stated, totally frustrated.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he countered, since he didn't understand.
"It means you're determined, uncontrollable and a hopeless cause," I responded.
"Well if it means I'm not giving up, then that's what I am," he agreed, so I knew he was determined tonight.
"I'm going to bed, so I don't know what you're going to do," I announced. "If you're smart, you'll do the same."
I then went into the master bath, used the toilet and brushed my teeth, as I got ready for bed. When I came out, Tyler was still there, and so was his boner, which caused me to roll my eyes. It appeared as if he hadn't moved, so I thought I'd just ignore him and act like he wasn't even there. Maybe he'd get the idea then. I quickly stripped down to my underwear, turned off the light and crawled under the covers on my side of the bed, with Tyler still on top of the covers on the other side. I was facing away from him and heard him release a huff, since I hadn't done what he wanted.
I had no way of knowing what he was doing, until I felt the bed move, meaning he had crawled off the mattress. I thought he was going back to his own room at that point, but then I felt him lift the covers and crawl in beside me. I pretended as if I hadn't noticed, but he kept crawling toward me until his spear was poking me in the back. I still pretended as if I didn't notice it, but he became more aggressive and kept bucking his hips back and forth, as he repeatedly jammed his erection into my spine. I was rapidly growing exasperated, so I threw the covers back and got out of bed.
"Enough!" I demanded, as I turned to face him. I could make out his form due to the moonlight filtering into the room. "I'm tired of playing these childish games. Now go to your room and go to sleep."
"It's not a childish game," he objected. "Does this look like it belongs to a child?" he asked, as he shook his penis at me.
"Can't you understand I'm not going to do this for you?" I asked, louder than I intended. If I'd learned anything tonight, it should have been to keep my voice down and keep the door shut, especially after Marcus overheard our earlier conversation.
"No, because you don't understand that I love you," he replied. "Just do this for me and I'll leave you alone."
"For good?" I pressed, although I'm not sure why I even asked this. "You'll leave me alone for good?"
"If you help me with this tonight, then I'll never bug you again," he relented. Even though he'd agreed to this, I still wasn't convinced I should give in, even this one time.
"Do you promise?" I followed, and I could almost see his face begin to glow in the dark from anticipation.
"I promise," he agreed.
"I knew I was making a huge mistake, but if this would end the constant tension and eliminate the problem for good, then it might be worth it. I was still thinking about it and trying to decide what to do, when I heard Tyler speak again.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" he wanted to know.
I noticed that he had tossed back all of the covers and was laying on the sheet waiting for me. I bent down and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, hoping to shed even more light on the situation.
"So just this one time and then you'll never bring it up again?" I reiterated, for clarification.
"Oh, it will come up again," he teased, while nudging his penis. "But I promise I won't bug you about helping me with it," he agreed, as an ear to ear grin spread across his face.
"Promise?" I followed, still unsure if I could trust him.
"I already said I promised," he assured me.
Since I wanted to end this and get some sleep, I lowered my body next to his and just stared at him, from head to groin. There was a raging battle going on between the voice of reason in my head and the little devil urging me to go ahead and do it. Tentatively, I lifted my hand, reached out and brought it into contact with his penis and scrotum. Tyler sighed audibly when that happened and his penis twitched in approval.
I just left my hand there for a few moments, as I thought about what I was going to do next. In the meantime, I could feel Tyler thrusting his hips against my hand, urging me to keep going. Having lost the battle, I began to stroke his scrotum and played with his testicles for a little while first, as Tyler cooed beside me. Since I was going to do this, I decided to give him another experience, which was sexual, although not quite as overtly so. I bent down, stuck out my tongue and flicked it at his nipple.
I felt Tyler's head jerk up, since he obviously wasn't expecting this, as I turned toward him slightly, so I observe the expression on his face. He looked totally shocked, but I continued anyway, as his expression gradually changed to one of pleasure.
"Dang. I thought this only felt good for girls," he hissed, as his body writhed beneath me.
I played with that nipple for a while, sucking on it and nibbling lightly on the tiny nub, before moving over to the other one. Then I ran my tongue down the center of his body, until I came to his navel. I let my tongue explore and play with that for a while too, before I began massaging his testicles again. After a few more seconds, I wrapped my hand around his rigid pole and Tyler groaned when that happened.
Slowly, I began to masturbate him and I did that for a while, before I heard Tyler speak in a breathless voice.
"When you were sucking on my titties and running your tongue down my body, I thought you were going to suck me off," he gasped. "That would be great, since I already know what it feels like to jerk off."
After more inner conflict and while I continued to slide my hand up and down his shaft, I finally made a decision. Since we were only going to do this once, I might as well let him experience that too, so I opened my mouth, lowered it over his straining and twitching penis and began to suck him off.
"Oh God, yes!" he screamed out, and I was afraid he was going to wake Marcus and make him aware of what we were doing. I didn't need that, but he quieted down again before I had a chance to say anything.
Once I started giving him oral sex, I knew he wasn't going to last very long. He was squirming beneath me and I felt his testicles begin to draw up toward his body. Then, his penis twitched a few times, as it released the volleys of sweet boy ambrosia into my mouth. Even though I tried not to, I couldn't help but savor its sweet flavor and slick, sticky consistency, as it coated my mouth and before it began to slide down my throat. I continued doing this until I was certain he was drained and his body began to relax, and then I pulled away so I could look at Tyler's face.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, although beginning to slow a little, and he looked amazingly content. I assumed he had enjoyed his first sexual experience, which would be his last with me, so I hoped he was satisfied. Before long, his gentle breathing told me he had fallen asleep and I thought about carrying him to his room. It didn't take much for me to dismiss that idea and I left him where he was. I merely pulled the covers over us, rolled over and turned off the lamp, before getting comfortable.
My mind was spinning for the next hour and you'd think I was the one who'd just had great sex. Instead, I was totally engrossed with thoughts of the underage angel lying beside me. I knew this had to be a one time only thing, but I couldn't stop thinking about how much I'd enjoyed it too. He made me feel like a kid again and I liked the feeling. However, I promised myself this would never happen again, before I eventually fell asleep.
I'm not sure if he did it intentionally or if it was a subconscious reaction, but later in the night I awoke to find his naked body wrapped around mine. His arm was thrown across my chest, with his hand strategically angled downward and poised over my crotch. He also had a leg draped over mine and I could feel his penis and scrotum pressed against my side. If he were older, this would be a perfect way to wake up, but I was now kicking myself for letting it go this far. I put it out of my mind for now and fell back to sleep, until the alarm went off a few hours later.
After reaching over and shutting it off, I began to slip out of bed, until a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Last night was absolutely incredible," Tyler gushed, as his face glowed and reflected the early morning light. "I knew it would be good, but not that good."
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you promised you'd never ask me to do it again," I reminded him.
"I know," he confirmed, as the smile faded from his face. "I didn't know that having your titties sucked could feel so good either."
"There are a lot of things you don't know, but you will find it all out in time," I informed him.
"That's why I want you to teach me," he blurted out, before he realized what he'd done.
"That might be, but you've promised that this will end now," I reminded him.
"I know," Tyler agreed, while also nodding.
"All right. Grab your towel and head over to your room before one of your brothers sees you leaving my room naked," I urged, to get him moving.
"They wouldn't think anything about it," he scoffed.
"Oh really?" I stated in my most unbelieving tone. "Marcus mentioned it to me when I went to tuck him in last night. He even urged me to have sex with you. He said we both loved each other, so we should do it and it would be ok."
"Marcus knows about sex and said that?" Tyler wondered, as a shocked expression came over his face.
"A little, although I don't know how much he knows," I replied. "He said he'd heard other kids talking about sex."
"Dang, I didn't think he had any idea," Tyler responded.
"He obviously does and that's why I don't want him to see you parading naked across the hall," I explained.
"Is that why you did it with me, because Marcus told you to?" Tyler wanted to know.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure why I did it," I told him. "It might have been just so I could get some sleep or because you promised to never ask again. It may have had something to do with what you and Marcus said, but I still don't think it was right. I'll probably come to regret doing it later, but hustle over to your room and I'll go wake your brothers."
Tyler finally did as I'd asked and I slipped on some clothes before going to wake the other pair. As soon as all of the boys were up and moving, I went downstairs and started breakfast. As I was working on it, I began to realize this was going to be a very long day, since I didn't get my normal amount of sleep, but the good thing was that it was Friday. If I could make it to the end of the day, I'd have tonight and the weekend to recuperate, without having to worry about any more pressure from Tyler.
All three boys seemed to be in a really good mood this morning. I knew why Tyler was so chipper, but I wasn't sure about the other two. Maybe it was because it was Friday and they'd soon have two whole days without school. I didn't have time to think about it further, because I had to get ready. While they were finishing up, I went upstairs to shower, but when I entered the bedroom to change, I found Tyler waiting for me.
"I just wanted to thank you again for last night," he said, as he walked over and wrapped his arms around my moist body. "It was incredible and I'll always remember that you were my first and the best."
I kissed him on the forehead and shooed him out of the room so I could get dressed. When I got downstairs again, I handed the boys their lunch money, kissed them all on the forehead and then watched as they boarded their bus when it came.
As I drove to work, I couldn't get the images from last night out of my mind. I replayed every second of the time I'd spent in bed with Tyler, once I'd given in to him. I must have done that at least three times before I got to work and even noticed I had an erection when I pulled into my parking space. Since I didn't wish to be embarrassed, I thought about my job and waited for it to subside. When that finally happened, I walked to the rear door and entered the building.
"Man, you look awful," my boss observed when he first saw me. "Did you spend the night in a bar or did you go ten rounds with someone?"
"Neither. I was up with a boy who wasn't feeling well, so I didn't get as much sleep as normal," I replied.
"Yes, one of the joys of being a parent, but in your case you have no one to help share the responsibilities with you, so it all falls on your shoulders," he quipped back. "You're pretty well caught up, so I won't mind if you want to slip out a little early later."
"I appreciate that, but you're already doing me a huge favor, so I'll stick it out," I replied. "This probably isn't the only time it will happen."
"You're probably right about that," he agreed, as I went to my work area.
When I said that, I wasn't actually thinking about having more problems with Tyler, but I was referring to the possibility of having to stay up with a sick child sometime in the future. It would be foolish for me to think that would never happen, but there was also no way to plan for such events either. I'd just have to roll with the punches, do what I could and pray for the best.
Even though I often found myself thinking about the boys during the day, today it was only images of Tyler and what we'd done last night. As many times as I tried to put him out of my mind and attempted not to think about it so I could focus on my work, nothing ever worked. The events of the previous evening kept popping into my mind and distracted me from what I was doing. Luckily, my boss thought my lack of concentration was due to sleep deprivation, so I wasn't about to tell him it was because I'd performed oral sex on my godson.
The day seemed to drag on and I wasn't very productive. Luckily, I was pretty much caught up before that happened, so it wasn't hurting me in any significant way, but it was all because of a 12-year-old boy. Damn, how crazy was that?
I was relieved when my work day finally came to an end. Earlier, I regretted that I didn't have a lunch hour, because I might have been able to use it to my advantage, but that all disappeared when I got to leave an hour before everyone else. As I drove home, I couldn't help but wonder what tonight was going to bring and if Tyler would keep his promise. I hoped he would, but only time would tell.
I was actually shocked when I found Marcus and Tyler doing their homework when I arrived. Since it was the start of the weekend, I thought they might try to put it off until Saturday or Sunday. When I asked them about it, they quickly explained they wanted to get it out of the way so they could have fun the rest of the weekend. They figured we'd go to the park again to practice, but they also wanted to know if we were going to practice pitching tonight.
"I had a really rough day at work and I'm really tired, so not tonight," I explained. "We'll do more this weekend, just not tonight."
The boys all said that was fine and they were sorry I'd had such an awful day. Then Ethan and Marcus told me about really bad days they'd had before, so I'd understand they knew how I felt. I thought it was cute that they were trying to make me feel better by doing this.
Instead of fixing dinner, I took them out to eat. I knew about a pretty decent diner nearby, one with good food and reasonable prices. They also had a wide variety of items on the menu, so I knew the boys would be able to find something they liked.
As we were sitting in the booth, I realized this was the first time I had actually taken the boys out to eat, because the other times we'd opted for takeout. They amazed me with how well behaved they acted and how good their manners were. Even our waitress comment on it.
"You have wonderful, well-mannered sons," she observed, as she smiled at the boys. "If only all the kids that came in with their parents were as terrific as these guys."
The boys and I all thanked her for that and after the meal she announced a surprise for us.
"The manager has instructed me to tell you to choose whatever desserts you want. They're on the house," she informed us.
"But why would he do that? Are we his millionth customers or something," I teased.
"No, you're our best customers and we're making you our customers of the month," she explained. "He's just so impressed with your sons that he wants to do this. That's him looking through the window from the kitchen and waving in this direction."
We all looked over at him and waved back. I was extremely proud, pleased and honored being with the boys.
"He really doesn't have to do this," I announced, but she pooh-poohed my comment.
"He wants to do it, so just tell me what you'd like," she urged, while handing us the dessert menus to look over.
The boys all wanted ice cream and ordered butterscotch. hot fudge and strawberry sundaes, while I opted for the strawberry cheesecake. We thanked her again when she delivered them to our table.
"We didn't get the same dessert, but it looks like we both like strawberries," Tyler announced as he glanced from his dessert to mine.
What could I say? We did both choose them independently, while Ethan enjoyed the hot fudge and Marcus the butterscotch sundaes.
I left the waitress a big tip when I paid the bill, but I also thanked the manager on the way out. Before we left, however, he asked if he could take a group photo of us, so he could hang it on the wall with a note. I thought that was incredible, so after I agreed, I asked him if he would send me a copy of the photo. When he said he'd be happy to, I gave him my email address. I was planning to print it out and use it for the picture I wanted to keep on my desk at work.
"She thought we were your sons," Ethan noted gleefully, once we were all in the car.
"Well we kinda are," Marcus stated, before I could respond.
"I almost called Uncle Blake 'Daddy' after she said that," Ethan added with a giggle.
"I'm just extremely proud of the way you boys conducted yourselves in there and even prouder that she thought you were my sons," I confirmed. "The manager gave you a reward for being so good and I'm going to give you another one. How would you like to go see a movie?"
The boys all cheered and thought that was a great idea, so I told them to agree on what they'd like to see, as I drove to the theater complex. They picked some action flick geared toward the younger crowd, I don't even recall the name of it now, but that was fine with me, since it was their reward, not mine. Once we got inside, Tyler and Marcus sat on my right and left, while Ethan wanted me to hold him on my lap.
"I'm jealous," Tyler teased, when he saw how content Ethan was. "Being the oldest has some advantages, but so does being the youngest."
"I know and I'm not either one of those," Marcus grumbled, "so I'm jealous too."
"Since you're the middle child, I guess I'm going to have to think of some special things for you too, since Tyler gets to stay up later and Ethan often sits with me."
"Yeah, I'd like that," Marcus agreed, just as the movie began.
I'm sure the boys all enjoyed the film, and I decided it was all right too, although it wasn't something I would have gone to see on my own. When we got home it was already past Ethan's bedtime, so I took him upstairs for his bath and put him to bed. To my surprise, Marcus asked me to do the same for him and said it was only until I figured out what he would get that was special. I had no problem with humoring him and happily gave him a bath and put him to bed too.
As I was coming out of Marcus' room, I saw Tyler enter the bathroom to take his shower. He merely smiled at me as I entered the hall and then he ducked into the bathroom. I kept going and went to my bedroom, happy that he hadn't asked me to keep him company and talk to him while he was in there.
After Tyler finished up, he went back toward his room, wrapped in a towel. It was the same as he did every night, but this time he turned into my bedroom instead of his.
"Do you need something?" I asked calmly, although I was filled with apprehension. Was he about to break his promise already?
"I just wanted to know if you enjoyed what we did last night as much as I did?" he asked directly.
"I thought you weren't going to bring that up again?" I challenged, while giving him a look to let him know I wasn't pleased.
"I promised that I wouldn't ask you to do stuff with me again and I'm not," he shot back. "I just wanted to know if you enjoyed what we did too and maybe talk about what happened, because I have some questions about last night."
"Ok. Come in and shut the door so we can get this over with," I grumbled, since I knew he wasn't going to go away easily or leave before he got what he wanted.
"So did you enjoy it as much as I did?" he asked again, while eyeing me anxiously. I thought about my answer carefully, because I didn't want to lead him on, so I decided to be slightly evasive.
"Being a gay man," I began, suddenly finding my mouth going dry, "I enjoy that type of sexual encounter and have done it many times before."
"But did you enjoy doing it with me?" he pressed, which told me he wasn't going to be satisfied until he got a direct answer.
"I'm not sure to what degree you enjoyed it, but I assume you derived a great deal of pleasure from what we did. I will also admit that I enjoyed a degree of satisfaction from doing it too," I admitted, trying to sound obtuse, but it still brought a smile to Tyler's face.
"I knew it," he enthused, as he pumped his fist and a huge grin spread across his face. He looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary.
"We came in here because you said you had questions about what we did," I pointed out, as I tried to bring him back to the reason we were in my bedroom with the door closed. "Maybe we should quit wasting time and get to those."
"Yeah, ok," he relented, as his face took on a serious expression again. "First, I wanted to know why it felt so good when you did stuff with my titties. I thought only girls enjoyed those things."
"Even though girls' breasts are larger and their nipples are more sensitive, guys aren't that much different," I informed him. "For much the same reason that a woman enjoys having it done to her, a guy can enjoy it too."
"Yeah, I found that out," Tyler agreed. "I was really surprised that it felt so good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I responded. "Was there anything else?"
"Yeah, there is," he confirmed. "Does it always feel that good when someone else rubs their hand over your balls? I felt shivers going all through my body when you did that to me."
"Yes, the scrotum is very sensitive too, so it can also bring pleasure when stimulated," I agreed. "However, some males derive greater pleasure from that sort of activity than others."
"What's that?" Tyler quickly asked, and he must have noticed I looked puzzled in response. "The word you used when you first started to answer my question." I had to think about this quickly, before I was able to respond.
"Do you mean the word scrotum? It's the proper name for the sac that hangs below your penis," I replied.
"So that's what you call this?" he asked, as he dropped his towel again and spread his legs.
"Yes, that's what I mean," I agreed, as I pointed toward his scrotum without touching it.
"I thought that was what everyone called balls," he stated, looking slightly confused.
"Don't they have sex education classes at your school?" I wondered, since I thought he should know this information already.
"We do, but they basically just tell us not to have sex," he answered.
"Ok, then let me explain," I offered. "The sac is your scrotum and inside it are your testicles or gonads. Sometimes people use the street name balls or nuts for them instead, but they're referring to the watery orbs inside of the scrotum. If you are careful, you can feel each one and even check them for lumps."
"Why would they have lumps?" he wanted to know.
"It would indicate you might have testicular cancer," I informed him.
"Then show me and check to see if I have that," he challenged.
After thinking about if for a moment, I figured it might not be a bad idea to actually do that, so I agreed to touch him again. I took this chance to ensure he was healthy and had the correct information, even though I suspected it was a con job on his part, just to get me to touch his privates again.
"Ok, this is one of your testicles and this is the other, but I don't feel any lumps," I explained, as I examined the area gently. "Now I want you examine them too, but be careful you don't squeeze them too hard."
Eagerly he did this, as I began speaking again.
"The testicles are actually watery orbs that help produce the fluid that contains the sperm. Your testicles also have multiple nerve endings, so that area can also be extremely sensitive, especially if you are struck there."
"Yeah, I know. I've been hit in the balls before and it really hurt a lot," he agreed. "So when you sucked me off, it was like you jerked me off with your mouth and lips?"
"It basically had the same effect," I concurred.
"Well it was really incredible and felt much better than just jerking off. I totally enjoyed it," he announced, with a huge grin. "So what do my sperms taste like?"
"You mean you've never tried any of it when you masturbate?" I wondered, since I thought most boys did, just out of curiosity.
"Nope, I've never done that," he replied.
"Well maybe you should, so you'll have the answer to your question," I urged.
"Does everyone's sperms taste the same?" he asked next.
"No, it's all slightly different, although most of it tastes a little salty," I informed him. "With guys like you that are just beginning to ejaculate, it tends to be more watery and tastes a little sweeter. Your diet can also effect how it tastes."
"Wow, I didn't know all this stuff!" he exclaimed. "So do you think my dick is normal size for my age?"
"I haven't seen many 12-year-olds recently, but from what I remember from my youth, I'd say so," I confirmed.
"How big do you think it is?" he wanted to know.
"You can measure it," I suggested, putting the onus back on him.
"Do I do it from underneath, on top or on the side? Should I do it when it's hard or soft? Does it make a difference when I do it?" he rattled off, while waiting for me to answer.
"Do you have a ruler in your desk?" I asked, since I wanted to help him out, even though my better sense was screaming 'don't do it.'
"Yeah, I do," he responded.
"Then go get it and I'll try to help you find out all you want to know," I agreed, as he raced across the hall naked and quickly returned the same way. This time, however, he was holding a plastic ruler in his hand, which he reached out to me.
"Ok, well see how long it is flaccid first," I stated, as I placed the ruler under his penis to get a reading.
"I guess that means the same as soft," Tyler commented.
"Yes, flaccid means a soft penis," I agreed, "and yours is slightly over 3" (7.5 cm)."
"How big is it hard?" he asked next.
"I don't know. You'll have to get an erection to find that out," I replied.
"Help me get one then," he urged. "You'll make it happen faster than I will."
"With all the erections you've had lately, you mean you can't get one now?" I challenged.
"I can if you help me," he pointed out. "If you rub my, uh..."
"Scrotum," I offered, since I knew what he was getting at.
"Yeah, if you rub my scrotum for me, I'm sure I'll have a boner in no time," he stated, as his cheeks began to glow.
"I thought we weren't going to do that again," I reasoned, as he looked at me.
"I'm not asking you to jerk me off or suck me," he clarified. "Just rub it a little, so it will get hard and we can measure it. I know it will happen really fast if you do that for me."
I knew he was conning me again and I was breaking another of my prohibitions, but I gave in and did it for him. I reached out and stroked his scrotum a few times, before grasping his penis and stroking that too, in order to make sure he was firm.
"Ok, now that you have an erection, I'll measure it again," I told him, as I picked up the ruler and place it under his penis. "Just over 5" (12.5 cm) this time. Not bad."
"So your penis always gets bigger when you have an erection?" he wondered.
"Not for everyone," I answered. "There are two types of guys that we refer to as showers and growers. Growers are like you and their penis gets bigger when erect. A shower's penis is basically the same length flaccid and erect. It just goes from being soft to hard."
"Wow! That's more stuff I didn't know," he gushed, as he looked at me. "See, you really have taught me a lot and I bet you can still teach me more."
"I'm sure I could, but you promised," I pointed out.
"I know," he confirmed, as his shoulders slumped forward and his chin drooped against his chest. "Since you helped me doing all of this though, can you help me take care of that?" he continued, while looking down at his erection.
"Well, since I've already stroked it to get you hard, I guess I can finish masturbating you this time," I relented, yet again. "Then you can also taste your semen."
"What's that?" he asked, as he jumped on the bed and got comfortable.
"Semen is the name for the stuff that squirts out of your penis," I explained. "It contains sperm cells in it, but the fluid is called semen or seminal fluid."
"I thought it was called cum," he shot back quickly.
"That's the common or street name for it," I agreed.
"There sure are a lot of different names for things," he observed, as I wrapped my hand around his penis and began to masturbate him.
"Oh man. That feels so good," he groaned, as I got into a rhythm. "I sure wish we could do this all the time."
"You're just lucky I agreed to do it now, since I said last night would be the only time I did anything sexual with you," I offered. "Just don't expect it to happen again."
He didn't answer, because I could see he was lost in the feelings coursing through his groin and radiating throughout the rest of his body. He was panting now and I could see his toes were starting to curl and straighten involuntarily, as his body reacted to the wonderful sensations he was experiencing. Before long, his body stiffened and the first blast came shooting out of the tiny slit at the tip. It was followed by a couple more and then the rest just oozed out and landed around his pubic patch. When I looked up at his face, his eyelids were only partially open and I could tell his eyeballs had temporarily rolled back in his head.
It took a little while for him to come around again, because he was trying to enjoy those wonderful feelings for as long as he could. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me, as a huge grin spread across his face.
"How come when you do things to me it feels a whole lot better than when I do it to myself?" he wanted to know. "That was just as wicked as last night."
"I'm glad you thought so and it often feels better when someone else does it to you," I confirmed. "It's probably because the feelings aren't getting confused or mixed up with the sensations of touch from stroking it yourself with your hand. If you are smart, you'll keep these two experiences in your memory, because it's not going to happen again."
Tyler stuck out his lower lip in a pout after I said that.
"Go ahead and scoop some semen off of your body and try it," I urged. "It will answer the question you had for me earlier."
Tentatively, he reached down, scooped up a small portion and then lifted to his mouth. He hesitantly licked it off his finger and then his eyes lit up.
"That's not bad at all!" he exclaimed, as he flashed me a grin.
"I never said it was," I replied.
"I guess I'd better go jump in the shower again and wash this off," he announced. "But then I'm coming back to sleep with you."
I raised my eyebrows up and down as I looked at him.
"I only want to sleep in here," he stated, while grimacing slightly, which made it look as if he was bracing himself for rejection. "We'll just sleep and I promise to be good, but I always sleep better when I'm with you."
"As long as you promise to behave, I guess you can do it one more time," I agreed, which earned me an energetic hug and kiss. The hug got his semen on me too, but fortunately it was just on my clothing.
"You go shower again, while I take these things off and toss them in the hamper," I suggested, as he headed down the hall bare-assed.
I was beginning to think Tyler would do very well in a nudist camp, because he certainly didn't mind parading around completely naked. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about him though and wondered if there would be more times like this in the future. Was he just unable to keep his word or was he a budding salesman that could sell water to a drowning man? He certainly seemed to be able to keep conning me, if that's what he was doing.
He returned a short time later and walked into my bedroom.
"Aren't you going to put on any underwear?" I wondered, as I looked over at him as he moved closer.
"I will in the morning, but this is ok for now," he announced, as he hopped into bed. .
I merely rolled my eyes and shook my head, as I reached over to turn off the lamp. As soon as I lay back on the bed, he began to wrap around me, like a constrictor coiling around its prey. It was the way he always slept with me, although he was becoming much more obvious and aggressive in his actions, plus this time he wasn't wearing anything. He was certainly one sneaky kid when it came to getting what he wanted.
Since none of us needed to get up Saturday morning, I didn't set the alarm. Unfortunately, both Tyler and I slept very soundly and remained asleep later than normal. I only awoke when Marcus began to shake me. When I looked up, I saw he had a perplexed expression on his face.
"I'm hungry. Are you gonna get up and fix us breakfast?" he asked, but he kept glancing past me.
"Of course I will," I agreed, as I wondered what he was looking at.
"Why's Tyler sleeping with you?" he wanted to know. It had kind of slipped my mind that Tyler was there, since I was thinking about Marcus' request.
"He had a bad dream and came in here because he was a little scared," I lied, as I felt Tyler begin to stir. I glanced at him, just as he was opening his eyes.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I offering in greeting, while wondering if he was just waking up or if he'd been faking it for a while. "Marcus woke me up because it's late and he's hungry."
I said this to let Tyler know that Marcus was in the room, in case he didn't know it already. I also wasn't sure if Tyler had overheard my conversation with Marcus, because I didn't want him to do or say something that would contradict my story about why he was there. Regrettably, Tyler forgot he wasn't wearing anything and jumped out of bed to go to the toilet.
"Why isn't Tyler wearing any clothes?" Marcus wondered, as he looked at his naked older brother. Tyler stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.
"I kinda peed myself a little when I had that dream, so I took them off before I came over here," he explained. "I was just so scared that I didn't take time to put on another pair."
I guess that explained if he'd heard our conversation, but I don't think either of us was convince that Marcus had actually bought his story. Marcus just stood there and gave us both a strange look, but he didn't say anything. It made me think back to the earlier conversation I had with him about Tyler and me. Marcus had said it would be ok for me to do stuff with Tyler, so I hoped he hadn't changed his mind and would now cause a problem over it.
While I was slipping into a pair of jeans, Tyler finished up in the bathroom and was in his room putting on a fresh pair of boxer briefs as I left my bedroom. I waited for him to finish and then the three of us stopped to pick up Ethan next, before going downstairs.
"Any requests for breakfast?" I asked, once we were all in the kitchen.
"Omelets!" Marcus quickly shouted, which caused me to smile. I guess he had really liked them when I made omelets for all of them before.
"Let me check to see if we have everything I'll need to make them then," I told him, as I walked over to the fridge to check things out. Once I found the necessary items, I turned toward the other pair. "Is that ok with you too or would you prefer something else?"
"Nope, that's good," Tyler answered.
"Yeah, omelets," Ethan added while mildly hopping up and down, so I guess it was unanimous.
As I was making everyone an omelet, I also prepared some home fries by frying some canned potatoes I'd cut up, before adding some chopped onions. The boys wolfed everything down, so I asked if they wanted more and they did. I made two more omelets for them, which they split, but they were finally full.
"Are we going to go to the park today?" Tyler wanted to know.
"We can do that in a little while, but I think you boys need to let your breakfast settle first," I answered.
"Ok, as long as you don't forget," he shot back. "Baseball tryouts start soon and I want to be ready."
"I understand and I promise we'll go," I assured him. "I think it will be fun coming to watch you play on the school team."
"You think you'll be able to do that?" he asked, while looking amazed. "We play right after school, so Dad couldn't make many games because of work."
"You forget, I already get out earlier than he did and I'm sure my boss will let me go even earlier if I have a good reason," I replied. "I'm pretty sure he'd think seeing you play was a good enough reason."
"That would be super!" Tyler exclaimed, as he gave me a hug. "I would like you to see me play."
"I'd like that too," I assured him, "but now I've got to clean up the kitchen."
"K. I'm going up to my room to get on the computer," he said, before turning around to leave.
I headed back out to the kitchen and was cleaning up the mess I'd made when Marcus entered the room.
"Where's Ethan?" I wondered.
"He's playing video games in the family room," he answered.
"And you're not?" I followed, confused.
"Not yet. I wanted to ask you something first," he announced, while looking at me funny. "Did you and Tyler do sex stuff last night?" I was starting to panic.
"He just came in to sleep with me," I replied.
"With no clothes on?" he pressed, while studying my face.
"Tyler explained that to you already," I advised him, hoping that would suffice.
"I think it's ok if you did, but I just wanted to know," he added. This confused me even more, although my panic level started to go down slightly.
"And why would you want to know something like that?" I countered, putting him on the spot.
"I, uh, don't know," he stammered, as I stared at him intently. "Maybe it's because I wondered if you might do stuff like that with me when I get older."
"Marcus, first of all you are too young to be thinking about doing sex stuff," I pointed out. "Second, I have no intention of doing those types of things with you boys. I love all of you, but just because I love you doesn't mean I want to do things of that nature with you."
"But you wash us down there when you give us baths," he pointed out.
"Yes, I do, but only to make sure the area is clean," I responded. "I'll let you do it if you want, so that won't happen."
"No, I don't mind. Really," he assured me. "I've also been thinking that maybe I'll start letting you give me my bath from now on. Ethan gets to sit on your lap and he also gets you to give him his bath, so maybe I'll let you do that every night for me too."
"Ok, if that's what you want, and I'd be happy to let you sit on my lap sometimes aw well," I offered. "You and Ethan can take turns, if that's all right with you."
"Yeah, that would be nice," he stated as he gave me a grin. "I think I'll go play with Ethan now."
He skipped out of the room with a smile on his face, so I guess he was just trying to make sure he wasn't being left out of things. Maybe he thought having sex with Tyler was one of the advantages he would get from being older, like staying up later. He obviously wanted to enjoy the advantages the others were getting, like doing some of the same things I did with Ethan, so it made me think and look at him in a new light.
When I finished up in the kitchen, I went upstairs to clean up a little. As I was passing Tyler's room, he called out to me.
"Do you know my birthday is in a few weeks?" he asked. He looked very serious.
"Of course I know when my godson's birthday is. It's March 8th and you'll be turning 13," I assured him and he smiled in response. "Have you thought about what you might like as a present?"
"Yep. I sure have," he replied, grinning.
"Well what do you want?" I asked, so I would know what to buy him.
"I want you to give me a blowjob for my birthday!" he announced, before he started to giggle.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.