Date: Sat, 02 Nov 2019 20:31:36 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Newt's Long Weekend | Part 1 Hey there. Nifty needs your donations to bring you stories. Let the words flow by making a contribution at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ====================================== "Can't you boys get dressed for breakfast just once? Newton's mom complained, dishing out pancakes to the boys. "Yeah, sure, Mom," 14-year-old Newton yawned, stretching in his t-shirt and boxers. He flipped his blond bangs away, and rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Mmmmhhhmmmm. Whatever," agreed his 11-year-old brother Jack, scratching at the front of his skimpy white briefs. He followed his big brother's lead on anything. Amy Stills just rolled her eyes at her husband Phil, who shrugged and dug into breakfast. As the family ate, their parents asked Newton how school was going. He'd just started as a freshman at the Southern Sierra school for Boys, and was home for a long weekend. He loved it there, made some great friends, and was doing well. In teenage fashion, he summed it up with "it's cool," and kept eating. For the final time, they tried to convince the boys to go with them to Modesto for the day. They'd be wine-tasting and fig-picking and all kinds of crap Newton and Jack hated, so they asked to stay behind to watch Fresno State play Colorado State on TV. Since their parents both taught at the University, they would have taken the boys to the game if it was in town. Instead, they'd be on their own, which was fine by them. "Can Kent come over to watch the game?" "Newt's in charge," their dad replied. "If he says it's OK, he has to keep an eye on both of you," he said meaningfully to the older boy. "Please, Newt?" Jack begged. "Yeah, it's fine," the older boy said. He had some school work to finish, anyway. But he wanted to meet up with friends that night, when his parents got home. Washing his plate and glass, Newton got out Chinua Achebe's "Things Fall Apart," and went into the family room to read, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. His knees were up, and he was deeply immersed in the book when Jack lay down not the couch to watch cartoons. Glancing down, he could see through the wide opening of Newton's boxers, where his junk rested on his hip. "I can see your peener," Jack quietly sing-songed. "Shut up," Newton replied, amused. But he didn't close his legs, which was fine with Jack. The sixth-grader had been totally fascinated with his older brother's dick and balls since he'd started to grow pubes over the summer. He reached down, sliding a hand inside Newton's lean thigh to cup his big brother's low-hanging scrotum. "Stop it, Jack!" Newton hissed, slapping his brother's hand out away. His cock lurched to attention, and he quickly closed his legs. Jack giggled, and both boys pulled their to-shirts down to conceal their growing erections, just as their parents called out that they were leaving. "And put some clothes on, dammit!" their mom yelled on the way out. They laughed as the door shut. Newton's attention drifted, and through the corner of his eye, he watched Jack absently rubbing the front of his briefs. Maybe later he'd show Jack some of the things his older cousin Bill introduced him to a few years before - things he'd been practicing at his all boys boarding school. But Kent would be over soon. So Newton put some distance between his brother and himself, going up to his room to finish his book. It grew hot in the late morning. It was always hot in Fresno. He'd peeled off his shirt and was working through Spanish flashcards when the door bell rang. Jack let Kent in, and the two boys hunkered in the family room to watch cartoons until the game started. When Newton joined them with his flashcards, he found the younger boys had also shed their shirts, and Kent was barefoot, as well. The older boy gazed admiringly at his cute little charges, resting their bare chests on throw pillows on the floor. Kent was a freckled red-head, who wore his longish hair like Jack's, in a bowl cut. He was small for his age, and could have been mistaken for 10. While Newton was memorizing Spanish, Jack and Kent grew bored with TV. The Nintendo was broken, so they were soon wrestling, almost knocking over a lamp. Newton sighed. It would be at least another hour before kick-off, so he had to find a way to keep the younger kids from tearing down the house. "Hey guys, let's go out back, and play catch." Neither Newton nor Jack bothered putting on any clothes when they went out onto the lawn to toss a football. Their dad had rigged a tire swing under a tree at one end years before, and Newton suggested they have a competition for passes through the tire. Newton could easily have won, but deliberately fumbled half the time. "What does the winner get?" Jack asked, mid-way. Kent suggested that the loser had to take dares from the other two. Newton figured the kids couldn't come up with anything outlandish, so he let the other boys win in a best of 10 passes. Jack had the highest number of completions, and got the first dare. "OK, so what lame thing do you have in mind?" Newton asked, expecting something like pushups. "You and Kent have to trade underwear," he said, laughing hysterically. Newton arched an eyebrow. "Really, dude?" "Yep. Get going," the younger boy said, folding his arms. Secretly, Kent was delighted. Jack had told him his older brother had started to grow hair "down there," and Kent wanted to see it. Newton had just switched to boxers over the summer, and his dad bought them with "room to grow." When he stood up to hand them to Kent, the younger boy had shed his shorts, and was peeling down Star Wars underwear, past a semi-hard, one-inch dick. Newton liked the freckled boy's pink skin, and wanted to touch his adorable little boy pole. Newt quickly looked away, but not before his dick began hardening, as well, which Kent quickly noticed. Smiling at the smattering of light blond hairs dusting around the finger-length adolescence, Kent couldn't wait to grow pubes some day. Pulling up the sweat-dampened, size 10 briefs took a little work, and Newt heard elastic cracking as his slender thighs stretched leg openings not meant for a pubescent boy. Pulling Boba Fett over his inflating dick, he was unable to conceal his rigid swelling from the giggling younger boys. "Newt's got a boner! Newt's got a boner!" Jack chanted. Newton's face reddened, but he pretended it was no big deal. "You'll get them a lot when you're older." Meanwhile, Kent pulled Newton's up. While Newt's boxers billowed around the teenager, they were like a parachute on the younger boy, draping past the boy's knobby knees, like clam diggers. "OK, happy now?" Newton asked. Jack nodded, smiling and staring at the dickhead straining against Newton's constricting waistband. "It's Kent's dare, now." Exhaling slowly, Newton gave an "and?" look at the other 11-year-old. "You have to skateboard to the end of the block and back," Kent said, smiling mischievously. "With nothing else on." "Oh come one!" Newton said. "Someone will call the cops." Kent thought about it for a minute and said the older boy could wear a t-shirt. When Newton pulled it on, it draped below his humiliatingly tight underwear, concealing his throbbing erection. Going to the front windows, Jack and Kent laughed hysterically as Newton skated as fast as he could, past a couple of neighbors mowing their lawns. Unfortunately, the breeze he made pulled up his t-shirt, which he didn't realize until he got back and the younger boys told him. "Mr. Meadows was staring at you the whole way," Jack said, mentioning the creepy neighbor they avoided. Newton was beet-red and lost his boner by then, and demanded a rematch. Kent readily agreed, unwisely thinking Newton had a bad arm. In about 20 minutes, he found out how wrong he was, and Newton's was the first dare. Pointing to a porch post, he said, "You have to have your arms tied behind your back for five minutes." Kent was curious about what the teenager had in mind, and sat on the porch with his back against the post, while Newton found a belt. Securing the boy's wrists, Newton whispered into his Jack's ear, and they both chuckled. "What are you going to do?" Kent asked anxiously, as the two brothers leered at him. Each quickly took an end of the boxers draping down his legs, and pantsed the 6th-grader. When they did, the red-head squirmed, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his fully engorged, 1.5 inches. Eventually, he gave up, and just let it bob up and down. His helplessness made it even harder. "OK, you've seen my boner," Kent said. "You can let me up, now." "Five minutes," Newton said. "Remember." Thinking he was just going to have sit in embarrassment, Kent became nervous when the older boy spread his legs, and knelt between them. "Wha...What are you going to do?" the naked youngster asked. "Don't worry, Kent," Newton said quietly. "You'll love this." Placing hands one either freckled thigh, Newton slowly caressed from the boy's knees, to just below his loins, and back. Kent shivered. Looking on in wonder, Jack had to readjust his rigid little boyhood, so it ran up the front panel of his tighty whities. Avoiding Kent's pulsating hardness, Newton caressed up the boy's skinny torso, teasing his tummy and chest, then gently tweaking the boy's nipples. "Please don't give me a titty twister, Newt," the young boy begged. "Relax. I won't," he replied. "Doesn't this feel nice?" As Kent's nipples hardened, he sighed and nodded. He'd never been touched like this, and he really wanted to feel Newton's nipples in return, as well as the boner peaking out from behind Bobba Fett. He sighed, smiling, and Newton traced his fingers around Kent's tummy, drawing circles. Then, the older boy surprised Kent by leaning into twirl his tongue tip across across the 6th-grader's hardening nipple. Kent squeaked when Newton gently nibbled the tip, and sucked it delicately. "Oh shiiiiiit!" he huffed. "What's he doing, Kent?" Jack asked, as he leaned into look. "He's sucking my tit, and it feels so good!" Newt pulled off to grin up as his brother, then worked on Kent's other nipple. At the same time, his fingers fluted down the younger boy's groin, where he gently clasped a tiny, pale scrotum. Kent was moaning from the hand gently squeezing and rolling his small testicles. Jack knelt beside his friend, and was gently squeezing his own sack through his underpants, mimicking his brother. Newton smiled and reached over to trace an index finger along Jack's throbbing hardness. Kent stared as the older boy teased up and back along a panel of rhythmically stretching cotton. Then he gasped as Newton grasped him with a thumb and forefinger by his rigid stalk, and very slowly began to stroke him. "Doesn't that feel great, Kent?" The younger boy could only nod, and moan, "yeeeeeaaaaah." Newton reached over with his free hand, and peeled the front of Jack's briefs down, hooking the waistband under his tiny balls. The teenager grasped his brother's hard 2-inches to slowly stroke him, as well. As he gently masturbated both boys, Newton explained what he was doing, pleased at their gasps of pleasure. Newton pulled his hand away from Jack, and combed red hair behind Kent's ear, then surprised the 6th grader again when he leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "You...kissed him!" Jack exclaimed. Newton smiled, noticing that Jack was stroking himself while watching. "Yup. And I'm going to it again," Newton replied. "This is how big boys do it." Leaning in again, Newton pressed his lips to Kent's, then pulled away. "You have to open your mouth, Kent." When he did, he was soon rewarded with Newton's tongue, probing tenderly. Over many minutes, the teenager taught the younger boy how to kiss, while rubbing his little boyhood almost glacially slowly. "Here, Jack. You try," Newton urged his brother, climbing out of the way. Jack took his place, making out for the first time with his best friend. As their tongues met clumsily, Jack reached down to hold and stroke Kent. When they paused to breath, Kent begged him, "Can you rub it faster, please?" Just then, Jack felt his big brother's bone pressing into the firm roundness of his backness, and fingers clutching him by the nuts and and stem. "Like this, Jack," Newton whispered, rubbing up the boy's length, then twirling a thumb around his brother's raging, circumcised head. At the same time, he used his other thumb and index finger to gently knead the boy's undescended testicles. The 6th-graders were loudly moaning, and Newton ground into the feathery softness of his brother's cotton-clad butt cheeks. The constricting elastic of the undies he wore pulled up and down his lightly oozing helmet with tormenting friction. The 14-year-old grit his teeth, humping harder as he stroked Jack in a frenzy. "Something's happening, Newt!" His brother gasped. "Stop, Jack!" Kent cried. "I'm gonna pee." "Don't worry guys," Newton huffed. "You won't pee. It'll feel really good!" The younger boys didn't last very long. Maybe a few seconds later, Kent squealed loudly. Then Jack groaned as his cock pulsed with his very first dry orgasm. Though he stopped masturbating his brother, Newton held Jack tenderly, as he humped more desperately along the younger boy's cotton-cloaked crease. By now, the waistband of his cartoon undies had dragged to the base of his 3.5 inch hardness. The teenager lost himself in the feeling of feathery soft fabric stretched across a firm bottom. Jack was catching his breath, and enjoying the sensation of his big brother's prick riding up his crevice when he heard Newton stifling a wail. The older boy exploded, shooting a clear jet of watery boy honey up onto Jack's lower back, and into his underpants. "Hey, are you peeing on me?" Jack yelled, as he felt more moisture on his backside. Newt had promised no one would pee. "Noooooo...uuuuhhh," Newton heaved. "I'm...coming," he gasped, as the last of his thin ejaculate soaked into his brother's briefs. "What's that?" Jack asked, while Kent smiled in fascination. "He made sperm, dumbass," Kent proclaimed, proud of his schoolyard knowledge. But he'd never actually seen semen before. "Lemme see," Kent begged, as Newton got up and helped his dizzy little brother to his feet. Jack turned around and backed up, a little too far. His cum soaked elastic pressed into Kent's lips, making the younger accidentally swallow a tiny amount. "Sorry, Kent," Jack said, giggling as he looked back and a slug trail of boy goo spread on his friend's face. Kent thought he should be grossed out, but he actually kind of liked the smell and flavor. As the other boys untied him and helped him up, Kent hoped they could have another passing contest during half-time.