Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 01:56:13 -0800 (PST)
From: AW
Subject: Weekends in Connecticut

This story is true in every detail.  Only the names have been changed,
slightly.

Weekends in Connecticut

About fifteen years after I graduated from college I ran across the divorced
wife of one of my classmates.  She invited me to spend a weekend with her
family at their house in Connecticut.

The family consisted of two boys, 14 and 10, and two girls, 12 and 8.  I
immediately hit it off with the kids, especially the two boys.  Ricky, the
elder, was a startlingly pretty blond lad who looked three years younger than
his age. He was small and smooth (everywhere, as I subsequently found to my
delight) without a hint of hair anywhere except on his head.  His brother
Brandon was also small for his age. Chunky and powerful-looking he was less
handsome than his brother but appealing in a roughhouse-kid way.  Unlike the
rather reserved Ricky, Brandon was very physical. He loved to hug me and lie
on me and rub my nose.  Was he being deliberately provocative?  I didn't take
the idea seriously until my next visit.

The boys and I were in their room talking when little 8-year-old Sherry came
skipping in. She danced up to Brandon, pointed at him and said, "Brandon
plays with his pee-pee in the bed!" Then she skipped back out the door with a
grin, leaving poor Brandon blushing with his head in his hand.  I at once
reassured him that all boys masturbate, that masturbation was every boy's
right and he had nothing to be ashamed of.  He didn't need much reassurance,
though his elder brother didn't help when he noted that Brandon beat it so
hard it got all red.

The next day when I was alone with Brandon I asked where he had learned to
masturbate.  He told me that a family friend in the place where they used to
live would take the boys to his house for a weekend and play with him.
Brandon climbed on top of me and started rubbing my nose early the next
morning so I gently slipped my hand just under the waistband of his pajamas.
He grinned and nodded and fumbled inside my pants.  "Where's yours?" he
muttered.  But it was morning and anyone could come in so that was as far as
we got that weekend.

On my next visit I got Brandon aside and asked whether he would like me to
wake him up when I came to bed.  He said yes so that is what I did.   As we
were fondling each other I asked him whether he thought Ricky would like to
play with us.

Brandon said. "I know he would."

"How do you know?"

"Because he told me so."

"Huh?"

"He heard us the last time."

"The last time?  We hardly did anything!"

"Well, he heard and he wants a piece of the action."

I made a note of that fact and then directed my attention to giving Brandon
the best experience I could. I didn't want to make him sore so I slipped his
small penis into my mouth and tickled him with my tongue.  He happily
returned the favor and we took turns until he pumped himself to his climax.
He didn't want to go that far on me so I had to mount him and hump to get
there.  But he loved everything we did and it was clear he would be an eager
partner.

On my next visit I found myself alone with Ricky who briefly (and I think
accidentally) exposed himself.  I told him that he should be nicer to Brandon
because if it hadn't been for Brandon I wouldn't have known that Ricky wanted
a piece of the action too.  We agreed that I should wake him  -- only him;
the brothers never played together.  I did so and was pleasantly surprised
when he took me into his mouth almost at once.  I was happy to reciprocate
and we both reached our conclusions though this time too I came on his body
while he climaxed, dry but ecstatic, on my tongue.

Ricky told me later that he too had learned the basics from the family friend
and that he often got together on sleepovers with his same-age cousin Marcus.
At Boy Scout camp the previous summer they had tented together and indulged
each other every night.  They even experimented with anal intercourse once
but did not enjoy the act, perhaps because they were ignorant of the need for
lubrication. Brandon told me he too had played with Marcus but not in Ricky's
presence.  I wondered why these two eager brothers didn't share themselves
with each other till Ricky told me about what happened a few months earlier.
Their mother held a party for some friends at which Ricky sneaked a couple of
drinks and got tipsy.  Then he went to Brandon's room and more or less forced
his way into Brandon's mouth.  The younger boy, understandably upset, told
his mother the next day and Ricky was subjected to some parental reproach:
not serious (their mother was a psychologist familiar with juvenile
sexuality) but deeply embarrassing.  Ricky wouldn't go near his brother again
even though Brandon told me he was willing, even eager, to replay their
contact.

After a while instead of sleeping at their house I would take one of the
boys each weekend to my apartment in New York.  There I could keep close
watch on their penile development and assist in any way I could.  The first
time I took Brandon into town I asked what he wanted to see first and he
said "Your bed!"  He got his wish many times over and expressed his
gratitude on one memorable occasion as he pumped into me from his perch on
my face by grunting "Thank you!  Thank you!  THANK YOU!!" as his orgasm
overwhelmed him.

I was happy to be the recipient of one of Ricky's very first ejaculations.
(He was almost fifteen at the time.)  After a couple of years Brandon decided
to ingest mine and did so with gusto several times.  But in all that time we
never got together as a threesome.  Brandon wanted to come with his brother
but Ricky alas did not.  So they each took separate turns with me and with
Marcus and we all enjoyed each other's company for several years.