Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 15:55:02 -0400 From: T V Subject: Minding The Neighbor's Sons This is a work of fiction. "Minding The Neighbor's Sons" My name is Ryan. I am 22 years old and I am the youngest of 5 brothers. This is the story of how I came to have two additional brothers, and how all three of us became sexual partners. **************************************** I spent almost all my life on the East Coast. When I graduated college, my new employer sent me to work in the Midwest. I don't know anybody else out here, so I mostly stick to myself. I live on the top floor of a three-story building. My apartment is almost at the end of the hall. There was only one unit beyond mine. In that apartment live two boys and their mother (but no father). I saw them almost every day and I noticed that they were handsome for their ages. But I didn't think about doing anything sexual with them. After I had been in town for a few months, their mother asked me for a favor. She had just gotten a promotion at work that required her to travel a few times each month. Could I help to watch over them when she was out of town? The boys were getting old enough that they could take care of themselves but needed an adult in case of an emergency. She said I was such a polite and responsible young man - would I be able to help her? My first instinct was to laugh but I suppressed it. So she thinks I'm a responsible young man. If she knew only one tenth of the things I had done in my life, she would have a stroke. A boy doesn't grow up with 4 older brothers and not learn to raise a little hell. And my college days were less than a year behind me. Let's just say that there was a reason I was so popular around the frat house. But my neighbor's sons seemed well behaved. So I agreed to help her out. About a week later she asked me to come to her apartment. She gave me a spare key and a binder of instructions that was heavier than most of my college textbooks. She hollered for the boys to come meet us in the living room. They raced down the hallway and came to a sliding stop just a few inches in front of us. That's when I finally learned their names. The younger one was Danny, at 12 years old. He was about 4'8" tall, and could not have weighed more than 80 lbs. He had short blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had a pale complexion, and his face had just the right amount of freckles. Jake was the older one, aged 14. I would say that he was about 5'2" and a little under 100 lbs. He was darker than his brother in every way. Jake had black hair, deep brown eyes, and a sort of tanned complexion. My features are much the same as his, but I'm about 5'10". Many times when I looked at Jake, I thought of my reflection in the mirror just a few years before. I noticed that both boys smiled at me a lot, but I wasn't sure if they were sincere or whether they were mocking me. **************************************** That was Thursday. The mother was flying to Orlando on Friday night for a conference. She would not be back until late Tuesday morning. I did not bother to stop by their apartment on Friday night. Their door was only about 10 feet away from mine. They could come get me if they needed me. And plus, I still wasn't certain whether they had been mocking me the night before. I did stop in on Saturday afternoon. I had run out of milk, and I needed about half a cup more. The lady wasn't paying me anything to help with her kids, so I figured she wouldn't mind if I borrowed 4 ounces of milk. I let myself into the apartment using the key that she gave me. I tried to be quiet, so that the boys didn't hear me, come see to me, and maybe rat me out to their mother. I closed the door gently behind me. I took a few steps into the apartment and noticed something odd. Scattered around the living room floor were two boys' shirts, two boys pants, two pair of boxers, and four socks. I took another few steps and noticed a noise coming from down the bedroom hallway. It sounded like one of the boys saying "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow." At this point I felt that I had to investigate. Maybe the lady was right, and I actually am responsible. As I walked down the hallway, the "ow ows" got louder. There was also some other noise in the same tempo, but I couldn't tell what it was. I was curious. The door to the boys' bedroom was open wide. When I got there I could not believe my eyes. The first thing I saw was Danny. I saw the sandy hair on the back of his head tussling back and forth. His nude pale body was pointed away from me, but I could tell that he was the one saying "ow ow ow." Danny's legs were in the air, his 4.5-inch dick was slapping against his belly, and his brother was looking down at him. Jake was fucking the young boy's ass. I stood completely still in the doorway. I did not dare move. Instead I admired Jake's body. Every time he moved his hips forward, in synch with Danny letting out another "ow", I could see all of the older boy's abdominal muscles flex. Jake was starting to get some serious hair in all the right places, too. He had a nice puff of hair under each arm, and fine hairs were just starting to grow all over his chest. A treasure trail led from Jake's navel down straight down to his pubes. It seemed like this went on for an eternity. It was probably only about 10 seconds. Then Jake gave a big thrust and lifted his head. He saw me watching them from the open doorway. Jake froze. Danny asked "what's wrong Jake?", and it sounded like he wanted to continue with the "ow ow ow" ing. Jake was still motionless. I walked through the door and over to the bed where the boys were fucking. I let my fingers skim over Danny's naked body as I walked in. I stopped in front of Jake. He and I held each other's gaze since the moment he first saw me in the door. He was turned toward me but his dick was still inside Danny. The younger boy's feet were still in the air. "Pull out" I ordered Jake. He started to quickly withdraw his penis. Danny let out a loud yell "OWWWWW!" "Go slow!" I barked. I was the youngest of five boys so I never had much experience giving orders. My brothers were always the ones giving orders to me. In this case it seemed the right thing to do. I watched Jake slowly withdraw his dick from inside his brother. It sounds weird but that may be the most erotic thing I've ever seen. It was a slow-motion revelation of just how much cock this young man was carrying. I would say it was a little over 6 inches. Not huge, but at 14 years old Jake still probably had some growing to do. I could feel my own dick growing hard underneath my pants. "Stand up" was my next command. Jake knew it was directed at him. When I looked at the younger boy, my voice became much more tender. "You too, Danny." It took a few moments before I realized how strange of a situation I was now in. Here were these two boys, completely nude, doing their best imitation of a military stance of attention. Both their dicks were standing out in their own rigid state of "attention." Then there was me, fully clothed, towering over them, with a raging hardon in my pants. "How long have you guys been doing this?" I asked. Jake responded quickly, "O-only about 10 minutes, s-sir." He was scared. I smiled. "I like that, Jake. You keep doing that. Keep calling me sir, you understand?" "Y-y-yes, s-sir" said Jake. I continued, "but that's not what I meant. Was this the first time, or have you done it before?" This time Danny answered, "We've done it before. For about the past year, sir." I smiled and looked at Danny. "No Danny, you don't have to call me sir. I know you're a trooper because I saw that pounding you just took. It's your older brother who needs a little attitude adjustment." Both boys kept their eyes on me, but I couldn't help notice that Danny smirked and Jake scowled, and they threw their glances sideways at each other. I asked Danny to turn around so I could inspect his butt. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure that everything is okay back there." There were several splotches of pink marking Danny's normally pale skin. Otherwise the boy was unharmed. Then I noticed something was wrong. I turned to Jake and said, "Jake, how much lube did you use?" Jake reacted as if I were speaking half in English and half in Martian. He was genuinely confused. "W-what do you mean by lube?" I could feel the anger rising within me. It must have been visible too, because Jake quickly corrected himself, "I mean, um, what do you mean by lube, SIR?" I just couldn't help myself. "Jesus Fucking Christ." At this point I honestly didn't care that he had forgotten the "sir." I was angry because I realized that Jake was just pounding hard into his brothers ass without any lube and that he had been doing this for almost a year. Rather than scream, it took all of my willpower to keep silent. It was that silence that allowed a new thought to enter my mind. I turned to Danny. "Dan, does your brother ever let you put your dick inside him like that?" "No, never" was the younger boy's reply. With the greatest control I have ever exercised in my life, I slowly turned my head back toward Jake. I smiled slightly, because I noticed that Jake's dick was still rock solid 10 minutes after I walked into the room. Jake misunderstood my smile. He must have thought I was going to kill him. Jake started to panic. "Look, whatever you do please don't tell my mom. Um, uh, I mean, please don't tell my mom, SIR." "Don't worry, Jake. I won't tell your mother. I have a much better idea." I stood up and started to remove my belt. "I'm going to show you how to do it right." In synch with the end of my sentence, my pants fell to the floor and revealed my 7.5 inch boner peeking out through the fly in my boxers. I noticed that Danny's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. I don't think Jake knew exactly what I had in mind so I said, "what I mean Jake is that I am going to fuck you, so that you can learn how to do it right the next time." I stared straight into the older boy's eyes. He gulped. He hesitated. But then he caved. He said, "Y-y-yes sir." I could be wrong, but I could swear that at that moment I saw Jake's cock twitch and get ever so slightly stiffer. to be continued...