Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 16:20:56 -0500 From: Justin Kase Subject: Part 6 Re: Chad and Jeremy's little bro I was 9 and thought my brothers and their friends were the coolest people on earth. I wanted to do what they did, go where they went, and agreed to anything they wanted me to do. Since I was real young, they would play around with me. When I was younger, bathtime usually meant that my little dick would get stroked by my oldest brother Jeremy. I'd go to bed very clean and with a dick that would still be tingling. My middle brother Chad would get in with me, although he was really too big to be washed by Jeremy. Those baths would almost always have Chad and me poking our dicks at each other. It was on a summer evening with Chad that I remember a long play session with 3 of his friends. Our dad pulled the camper off his pickup and left in our big back yard. Well, he claimed that he intended to do it, it was just the tree that he drove under helped him decided to take the camper off. The dent in the front showed that the tree provided a little more help. That camper just seemed to invite boys to camp out, to get away from parents and their oversight. I had to beg and promise to not be a pain in the ass so I could join Chad and his friends. My mom was on my side, I think anything that kept me out of the house in summer was something she could support. She convinced Chad that I would be messing with them anyway, he might as well have me officially. One of the boys, Mike, further encouraged the consent. Mike and I had some history, he would always take advantage of looking up the leg of my shorts to see what he could see. We hid behind some bushes in front of his house and he felt my balls. He was also kind enough to take me to the mall bathroom a few times. He always made sure that my dick and balls were safely inside my underwear before I zipped up. I did need to piss a lot more when Mike joined us at the mall. We set up camp. We wired the door to the camper open, threw ice and a bunch of cheap sodas in the refrigerator-looking ice chest, and moved some things around. A hood to an old Chevy was propped up against a tree, some old lockers were placed between the house and the camper, all supposedly to shield the wind from our little barbecue pit fire, and to hide the lights from the house (or to hide the view from the house). We had hotdogs to cook, Fritos and potato chips, and marshmallows to burn over the fire. We made sure the flashlights worked because we had a stash of magazines. I was all prepared to yell "ooh tits" at the first site of breasts and to grunt "hot pussy" when the page was turned to reveal those triangle shaped pubes. Its just what you did when you with boys and there were Playboys and Penthouses around. We cooked our hotdogs on the little metal BBQ. I was a bit confused when John stopped Chad from cooking the last 2 hotdogs, explaining "We need those for later." I had rarely seen any of those boys turn down any food, especially meat. We had enough chips and cookies that they continued to nibble the night away. A Chips O'hoy didn't benefit any from being toasted on the grill. There was a nice bed of glowing charcoal and the addition of small twigs and bark made for a good semblance of a campfire. Sleeping bags were pulled from the camper to surround the campfire on the warm summer night. In the glow of the fire, just after the last glow of the sun had disappeared, we started to play poker. Of course it was strip poker. I was at a distinct disadvantage, I had a t-shirt and a swim suit. My knowledge and skill of poker could not bolster my chances, that and I swear they stacked the deck every time we played then. Just three hands into the game and I lost both pieces of clothing I had. As I rolled on my back and pulled my swimsuit off, there were cheers and jeers from the others. My brother scored a direct hit with a marshmallow directed at my hole. I rolled back up, and to show I wasn't that affected by being naked, I got on my knees and swung my hips back and forth. My little dick flopped back and forth, although there really wasn't a lot to be swinging. I probably had an inch and a half at best. My dick head was always pink, much pinker than the shaft. My sack was small, wrinkled and darker than the surrounding skin. The skin under my suit looked so much whiter in contrast to my berry brown body. The game could have ended there. The others could have continued. In their generosity, they decided I could continue, they would just pick something I could do if I lost again. I don't think I ever won a game that night, but I wasn't the loser every time. For losing, and not having clothes to donate, I got to do things like pushups in the dirt, making sure my dick touched the dirt every time. I had to push a marshmallow on my dick, much easier when I had a hard-on. I had to fart in the fire, thankfully I had become a great fart ventriloquist. And I had to run and get a leaf off a bush right up against the house. Running around naked in the backyard was one thing, but the challenge of making the run and not getting caught by the parents was exciting and scary. Some where along the way we forgot the cards and poker but not before Mike had lost his clothes and joined me in doing something for our loses. When Mike had lost all his clothes, he kept one hand on his dick, only removing it to grab the cards or such. I had a great view of his dick, and he did have a great looking 12 year old dick, especially when boned up like it was then. My view was a result of Mike's desire to see my dick. When Mike lost again, it was time for a significant task, and I got to do it too ( just the way the rules of that particular game were). It was time for those leftover hotdogs. I had heard about it, the thing they make all boys do when they get to junior high. It was always done in the dark of night, like now. Although I was enjoying all the other things that they had me do, I was a little reluctant to do this. It was time for them to put a hotdog up my ass, make me run and if it fell out of my hole I had to take a bite of the hotdog. It was the bite that bothered me. Mike seemed as reluctant but threats and calling us chicken had him agreeing. They had us stand right next to each other. We bent over, exposing our holes. I felt the heat of the fire warm my leg and butt, and feel the air hit my hole. It sent a shiver up my spine. The others laughed and howled, they all wished they had a camera, and then there was a small argument over who would actually touch our butts and hole to put the hotdog in. When they decided, John gave my ass a slap and told me to spread more. I felt the cold hotdog press up against my hole, it felt like he was pressing it in the wrong spot, I wasn't sure it could go in. Chad and the other boy were laughing and loving the effort it took to get Mike prepared. I heard them say to wiggle it and when John started that, my hole seemed to open up and accept the hotdog. At the same time, I was now really getting a boner. It felt like the hotdog was 3 feet into me and when he wiggled it, it made me feel like I had to pee and other strange feelings. I was balanced on my tiptoes as John finished the insertion. I now had no doubt about the hotdog ever coming out. My hole clamped down so tight on it there wasn't room for a toothpick. I was ready to go, I felt the hotdog press deep within me, and I felt it press down on my prostate. I had to keep pulling my dick, even twisting it, it just demanded my attention. Mike was finally ready to go and then they decided we had to run to the fence on each side of the yard. If the hotdog came out, take a bite, put it in and run again. I made it fast, running almost like I had nothing in me. Mike made it much more of a production. His legs were wide apart, running a weird prance. He was halfway to the second fence by the time I was through. I joined Chad and his friends in laughing, laughing hard. For years later, including their graduation ceremony, those boys would mimic that run, Mike would flip them off, and they would enjoy the laugh again. Mike was a step and a half from making it, when the hotdog dropped straight out. Even though he begged and I think cried a bit, he was forced to make the run again. Mike reached down and quickly forced the hotdog up his butt. That action exposed his boner to the light, it was hard and had a single strand of precum from his knee to his dick reflecting the light. At that age, I wasn't real aware of cum, let alone precum, and that image stayed with me for years. His hardness was pointed out by the others, and comments were made about how much he must be liking it. He protested, saying it was just happening. I could agree, but I was also enjoying it, some. Well, Mike made it back the next time, he expelled the hotdog and tossed it toward Chad, who in convulsions of laughter tried to put some distance between the hotdog and himself. He picked it up in two fingers and tossed it into the fire. In was then, I thought I could take mine out too. It felt "cleansing" to do so. Now, I thought that a flush beat a straight, and although Chad still tells me that I had four hearts and one diamond to make my flush, I lost the next hand too. John was all too anxious to shove the hotdog up my ass again, though this time I felt it break, it was just barely hanging between my cheeks. The run to the house to get a leaf was a disaster, although 4 bites finished off what was external. Yea, I did get a taste of shit. That helped me decide to keep the rest of the hotdog in my ass and not let them know there was any more in there. Not long after that, we got yelled at to quiet down. The card game ended but the other games continued. Mike had put on his shirt and underwear, I was the only one left naked. For the rest of the night, I was the center of attention. I had to play a test of trust. Mike and John held down my legs, spread wide and exposing my dick and balls. Kelly sat between my legs, first just waving his hand over my dick, getting closer and closer. The idea was for me not to twitch and to trust that Kelly wouldn't hurt me, although Chad and the others made comments about how much it would hurt to get slapped in the balls. I did twitch when Kelly's hand touched my dick, not out of pain but it just felt pretty good. Kelly got closer and closer and made more and more contact until he was flipping my dick up and down. I got harder and harder as he did it. He was all but grabbing it, I was wishing he would. The game got more dangerous, Kelly took a twig from the fire, its end a glowing ember. He brought it closer and closer to my dick and balls. At times I could feel the heat. I could make my dick bounce or move and that got huge laughs from the boys. I stopped the fire game just by entertaining them with my rhythmic movements of my pink headed little boner. I could make it go in quick little moves of big swinging jerks, the big ones would make me aware of the remainder of the hotdog still in my ass. Kelly went on to get another twig, this one actually on fire. Because of the heighten danger, he found it appropriate to grab my dick, just below the head. He brought the flame close, but not close enough to ever hurt me. He had all of two fingers and a thumb on my dick and it did feel good, but no one said anything. For several games after that, I had one of their hands on me, mostly on my dick and balls. They would explore, feel how big my balls were, bend and twist my little dick. Mike placed his hand flat over my dick and balls. It felt more than just a game, there was something passionate about it, and Mike and I looked at each other's eyes, there was something in that look. If it hadn't been for the other boys, I know we would have been into some real playing. But with my balls against the heel of his hand and my dick being caressed by his fingers, I was tingling from toes to ears. That touch didn't last long, or at least not long enough. The others were in underwear and t- shirts. Chad also took off his t-shirt and I saw he had on a pair of underwear that had seen much better years when Jeremy had owned them. There wasn't much cloth left to it at all, the elastic around the legs were just a memory. Even though I saw Chad naked almost every night, there was something exciting about catching a glimpse of his balls through the sagging leg openings. Whether we were done with the cards, playing truth or dare, or just responding to any suggestion that the others had, we played and experimented for hours. The games turned to butt play. Almost all would involve my butt. One of the first things involved John. John had to stick a finger up my butt. The result of him finding the other end of the hotdog got such a reaction by all that all the dogs in the neighborhood started to bark, parents yelled out the windows to shut up, and the high school parkers looked out the steamy windows of their cars. I was so relieved to finally get it out. It went into the fire and was consumed over the next hour by the flames. That also quieted us down. There were a few more things that went on. For some reason, we collected all the piss in one big coffee can, just to pour it out in an ant bed in the morning. We started telling stories, scary ones, mostly ghost stories. We gathered around the fire and got settled in. Mike asked me to sit next to him. I leaned on him, he put his arm around my shoulder and we got comfortable. The other three told most of the stories, as Mike and I stayed back a little. His arm around me moved, rubbing my back, then my butt, and my hip. When he put his fingers about a quarter of an inch away from my dick, he whispered to me, asking if it was alright. I nodded and he started to play with my dick and balls. Fingering them gently, squeezing them nicely, pulling and twisting. I snuggled up as close as I could, I opened my legs so he could have as much access as he could. I could see his boner tenting in his underwear and even a few of his pubes reflected some light. Without even knowing what I was doing, my hips swayed with his hand's movement. I even saw Chad look our way, he gave me a little surprised look, then a smile, and then a little thumbs up. I know I blushed a little but I also liked the thought that he approved of it. After awhile, I was getting very sleepy. I was asleep leaning on Mike when he told me to lay down. He pulled up behind me, I could feel his boner find a good spot between my ass cheeks, and we shuffled to get comfortable. I felt a little drop of liquid on the tip of my dick. I had never cum, never even had precum, but after hours of attention, I guess something had to come out. Mike removed it with his fingers and to my amazement, he tasted it. His hand was off my dick only as long as that. I fell asleep with his hand stroking me, fingering my balls, rubbing my belly, and pressing his dick into my butt. The next thing I remember, I was waking up, the sun was high in the sky, I was face down into a sleeping bag. I didn't have a stitch of clothes on me. I wasn't real sure where I was or how I got there. I heard a couple of voices and rolled over to see Mike and Kelly talking and eating. I got up and found a place to piss quick. I went over and sat between them, I wasn't a bit shy about still being naked in daylight, but they seemed a little uncomfortable. Although they did point out how much dirt I had on me. Except for the clean little spot on the very tip of my dick, it was covered in brown dirt. I had patches of dirt all over me. As I was looking for my swimsuit and t- shirt, they told me that my Dad came out and saw me sleeping naked in the dirt. They said he just said something about either hosing me off or making me take a shower before I went anywhere. My dick was worn out, it had little scrapes, it felt sore all over. Later in the shower, it was like every nerve ending in my dick and balls were set on high. In fact, as I walked around the next two days, I had a heightened awareness of my dick and balls. They just kept reminding me of the fun in the backyard. That day concluded with some lunch, showers, and then taking a nap of the couch until dinner. There would be several more camp-outs like that, not nearly as intense. Mike would arrange for years to come to have Chad and me sleep over. He never paid much attention to Chad and Chad would end up going to sleep earlier than normal. Mike and I became more mutual. It would be years before I could cum, but I jacked Mike off to cuming many times. The older I got, the more Chad would get involved, not just with me but with Mike. Chad and I had our times too. Email me if you like the story, I do appreciate knowing if anyone likes to read them. sbc_tek@hotmail.com