Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2019 17:33:28 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Newt's Long Weekend | Part 2 Nifty relies on your donations to publish these stories. Let the words flow. Please make a contribution to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ====================================== In the late 80s, Fresno State was a powerhouse, and they were up by 3 touchdowns at the half. By the time the whistle blew, 11-year-old Kent had moved down the couch, to sit in between Newton's spread legs. The 9th-grader was slouching lengthwise on the couch, and after the younger boy's shirtless back rested against his naked chest, Newton had been absently tracing his finger tips around the red-head's slim, pink torso. Both boys were back in their own underwear after their earlier backyard swap, and Newton's cock began swelling against Kent's firm little bottom. Newton's 11-year-old brother Jack got up to get them all more Sprites and chips. As the 6th grader strode past shaking his bowl-cut blond hair, the other two boys admired how his lean legs met his round little globes under fresh, snow white underpants. Jack had changed out of the pair his older brother had soaked with cum, while teaching the two sixth graders about masturbation in the backyard. Daydreaming about that intense new sensation, and feeling Newton's prick pressing against him, Kent's grew rigid in his Star Wars briefs. He rolled over onto his knees to face the older boy. "Wanna go throw the football, Newt?" the younger boy asked in a mischievous tone, referring to the competition that had lead to the two Stills brothers taking turns stroking his pre-pubescence. Newton chuckled, noticing the lump pressing Boba Fett's face out from the center of Kent's undies. "I kind of want to play with these balls," Newton whispered, tickling the bottom of younger boy's cotton pouch. Kent giggled, then gasped as Newton gently clasped his throbbing head with a thumb and forefinger, stroking just the tip of his sheathed boyhood. "That feels...so...uhhhh Neeeewwwt," he moaned, just before the older boy's lips met his. Newton had also given both 6th graders their first real kisses, and Kent melted with the feathery fingers on him, and the soft, pillowy pressure on his mouth. With both hands, Newton reached around and pulled Kent down by the buttocks onto him. As their tongues delicately met, the 14-year-old gently squeezed the pillowy round buns in their cotton wrapper. Gradually, unconsciously, Kent began to rhythmically grind in time with the hands compressing his bottom. His 1.5 inches rubbed into Newton's lower torso, and he could feel the older boy's bone pressing into his thigh. Just then, Jack walked in with drinks and snacks, and giggled at the site of the other boys already doing what he'd been thinking about in the kitchen. Jack's semi-hardness grew to its full 2 inches, and he rubbed at the front of his skimpy underpants, wanting to join in. "Hey you guys," he chirped, "Can we all rub our weenuses again?" Newton pulled away from Kents lips to laugh. "It's not a `weenus,' Jack," he corrected his younger brother, with a smile. "Men have `cocks.'" "OK, Newt," Jack replied with a fake deep voice, "Can we rub our manly cocks again?" All three laughed at that. Then Newton gently pushed Kent off of him, so he could stand up in front of his brother. Delicately running his index finger up and down the hard lump straining the front of Jack's undies, Newton bent in to kiss his brother tenderly. After his lips left Jack's, Newton asked, "You guys want to do something that feels even better than beating off?" Both 6th graders were mystified. What could possibly feel better than stroking each other's dicks/ But they both nodded, wide-eyed. Newton had them both sit side-by-side on the couch. Spreading Kent's knees wide, Newton knelt between and ran his palms up the 11-year-old's slender thighs, to his tummy and back. With his other hand, he kneaded the rigid front of the young boy's snug little undies for a few moments. Then, he pulled Kent's briefs down to his ankles, releasing the small, pink sword from its confines. Kent was no longer embarrassed about showing an erection in front of the Stills brothers. He wanted them to see and touch it and love it. But he wasn't expecting Newton's lips to caress his small length. Then a tongue bathed his quivering red knob, and he cried out at the hot, wet, tickling sensation dragging around his circumcised little head. "Oh fuuuuuuck," he moaned. Jack's eyes grew even wider, and he couldn't help but reach into his tight, bone-white briefs to squeeze his diamond hardness. Savoring the musky scent of unwashed boy, Newton licked every salty inch of Kent's tenderness, then took his tiny little sack between his lips. Sucking and licking the tiny marbles in their hairless coating of skin, Newton drew more high pitched mewling from the younger boy. Newton kissed his way back to Kent's inflamed nozzle, fluttering his tongue on the hypersensitive tip. While tracing his fingers around Kent's tummy, Newton wet the middle finger of his other hand, and slid it in between the boy's firm little buns. Gently kneading the Kent's sack with the flat of his palm, Newton gently fingered circles around the 6th-grader's clenching muscular hole. "Whaah...oh...ohhhhh!" Kent cried out. When he sealed his lips around Kent's quaking, tender head, and began sucking him in, Newton knew from his own experience the young boy wouldn't last very long. When he'd first been blown, at age 10, he hadn't lasted more than a minute. And Kent's piping cries were rising in octave and volume. "What's he doing?" Jack rasped, stroking inside his briefs. "Newt's...sucking my dick...and playing with my butthole!" As the older boy pressed his finger in to his second knuckle, he found the little acorn in Kent's behind, and gently pressed, while sucking the boy harder, and stroking his tiny length with his tongue. The combination was too much for the 11-year-old, and his hips rocket up, slamming his bare pubis into Newton's nose. The older boy saw stars, and pulled off completely, holding his nose with one hand. At the same time, the younger boy groaned, and managed to gasp, "sorry!" His dick spasmed in the air, then slammed his buttocks down onto Newton's plunging finger, grinding against it. Looking at his fingers, Newton was relieved he didn't have a bloody nose, and then grinned as Kent gasped and sighed, and gently relaxed from a ferocious climax. As he caught his breath, the younger boy apologized again. "I'm really sorry, Newt," he gasped. "I couldn't help it." "That's OK, Kent. We'll be more careful, next time." Just then, the phone rang, and Newton grunted in annoyance. Walking to the kitchen to answer it, the 9th grader was at least glad he could wash his finger. Newton's mom was calling from the winery his parents were visiting in Modesto. They were sitting down for lunch and wanted to make sure the boys were eating more than snacks. Newton promised he was making lunch, and finally got her off the phone. Living up to his his word, he quickly slapped together some sandwiches and walked back to the living room. Newton grinned at the site of the two now entirely naked younger boys. Kent was on his knees between Jack's spread legs, licking and slurping, his head bobbing slightly, with a hand under the blond boy's bottom. Jack was squirming, moaning, and rocking into Kent's hand. "That really feels so weird...so good," Jack said, then cried out. "Your teeth! They're sharp!" His cock engorging again, Newton kneeled beside Kent. "Put your teeth behind your lips, dude." Caressing Kent's creamy, freckled bottom, Newton's diamond hard adolescence stabbed through the fly of his boxers, and he gently stroked it in time with the show. Glancing at his big brother, Jack whispered, "I didn't think...something in your ass...could feel so good!" Kent pulled off his friend's dick to look shyly at the teenager. "Yeah...do you think you could do it some more?" Newton smiled. He had a better idea. "What if I put my dick in your butt?" Kent had even thought of that. But he liked the idea, and nodded vigorously. "I'll be right back," Newton called over his shoulder, as he jogged toward the bathroom. "Try not cum, yet, Jack!" The older boy's request went unheeded, as the sensation in his ass and the feeling of a hot mouth on his 2 inch boyhood was too much for the 6th grader. Newton could hear the boy scream unintelligibly down the hall, as Jack's small, swollen penis desperately tried to ejaculate sperm he could not yet make. As Newton returned, Jack was panting, and he pushed his friend away from his groin. "Please stop, Kent. It's starting to hurt." As the red-head sat back on his heels, Newton was pleased to see the 6th-grader's little cock was once again fully swollen to a throbbing 1.5 inches. The teenager longed to hold it again. The smooth, barren, pulsating boyhood felt so good in his hand. Newton threw down a towel on the rug, to prevent a mess, and told Kent to kneel on all fours on it. Shedding his boxers, the 14-year-old knelt behind the younger boy, and unscrewed a jar of vaseline. Greasing his fingers, he slowly worked a digit into Kent's little boy hole. When his finger was past the second knuckle, the 11-year-old sighed, pressing his hips back, and flexed his bowels around Newton's fingers. "That feels soooooo good," the younger boy gasped. "Can I see?" Jack asked, getting off the couch. Newton grinned. "Yeah. Why don't you lay down under Kent. You'll have a good view looking up." In a flash, Jack climbed under his friend, laying on his back with his head facing up between Kent's spread thighs, while his semi-flaccid boyhood lay beneath the other boy. Watching intently as his brother's finger slowly slid in and out of Kent's anus, Jack reached up to tickle Kent's nuts with a fingertip, then traced his friend's achingly hard prick. Jack's own penis was growing again. Gently stroking Kent from below with a thumb and index finger, Jack watched in awe as his brother slipped a second finger into Kent, and continued to rhythmically impale his friend. Kent squeaked high pitched gasps with every thrust, pushing back with his slender pillowy, round globes. At last, Newton figured the boy was loosened enough. The older boy was only 3.5 inches long, but he was a little thick, and didn't want to hurt Kent. So he put a generous amount of vaseline on his pulsating hardness. He desperately needed to plunge into the younger boy's hot little bottom. Just as Newton was spreading the boy's cheeks, admiring the rosebud he was about to enter, he heard the boy moan urgently. Jack was running his tongue up and down his little pole, and Kent spread his knees wider, to lower himself to his friend's hungry mouth. Lowering his chest to rest on Jack's tummy, he tongue stroked his friend's rigid tumescence in return. While the two sixth graders treated each other like lollypops, Newton held his dick with his fingers, aiming it against Kent's muscle ring. Just before he pressed in, he warned the boy, "Keep your teeth away from Jack, OK?" Hearing a murmured "OK," Newton pressed in. Millimeter by millimeter, Newton entered Kent's tight hole. Suddenly, his head popped through, and he heard the boy moan. "You OK, Kent?" he asked, freezing in place. "Oh yeah. It feels good!" Newton slowly slid in until his light dusting of pubes rested against Kent's soft buns. His head swam from the sensation of hot, moist compression around his painfully hard cock. He hadn't ass-fucked another boy since last Spring, in 8th grade. He missed it so much, and wanted to take his time. But that tight little hole squeezed him in a way that made him start plowing urgently. Newton knew from experience he could only pull back a little, or he might slip out, so with micro thrusts, his hips were always in contact with Kent's round buttocks. "Oh, oh oh, Newt!" Kent's high pitched piping urged him on. "Your weenus feels so good in me!" Jack giggled, pulling away from Kent's dick to correct him with his fake deep voice. "Cock, dude! It's a Big Manly Cock!" Newton didn't care. Holding Kent by the hips, he pounded into the boy more desperately. Faster and faster he bored into the hot moist lock around his cock. Slam! Slam! Slam! He could feel his nuts tightening and his orgasm looming. At the same time Jack had his lips around Kent's little head, sucking him in and out as fast as the other boy was slurping him. Kent's hips were thrusting on their own, pushing his dick between down Jack's lips, then his ass back up into the hard intruder pummeling his hungry rear. Jack was mesmerized by the sight of his brother's big, hairless sack swinging into Kent's tight little scrotum, and he reached up to gently squeeze both together, just beyond above his nose. The pressure on his nuts launched Newton's rockets, and he pumped one last time deep into Kent's tight little ass. "Gaaaaaaawwdddd!" Newt cried out. At the same time, Kent moaned around Jack's little penis. Another set of sparkles pumped drily from his spasming boyhood. His anus clenched around Newton. The older boy's hot thin goo filled him up, and seeped out of around the adolescent erection plunging into him. Newton shot 3 strong jets of thin boy lava before his dick dribbled to a halt. As his breathing slowed, he caressed Kent's back and hips, hearing slurping sounds resume. Recovering from his tingly eruption, Kent had set to work on Jack, sucking him hard, and running his lips up and back his friend's tiny rod. Just as he felt Newton's cock softly slide out of his love tunnel, Jack's hips bucked upward. Jack groaned as his prepubescence detonated with another dry explosion. His balls contracted into his slender body, vainly trying to eject ghost sperm. When his penis slowly stopped convulsing, the three boys heard whistles and a different kind of grunting coming from TV. =================================== "Yeah, it should be a great party, Newt," said his friend Marty, over the phone. The lower voice sounded strange to Newton. Marty had been gone all summer, and this was the first time they'd talked since the end of 8th grade. His voice had obviously changed over vacation. "Bill and Freddie will be there," Marty said, mentioning a couple of their friends from junior high. Newton hadn't seen any of his buddies since he started boarding at the Southern Sierra School for Boys, and he was eager to see the guys. It was a high school party, and Freddie was friends with the younger brother of the guy hosting it while their parents were away. There'd be kegs and maybe a band. In Fresno, 9th grade was the end of junior high, and 14-year-olds were rarely seen at high school parties. They didn't want to look like dorks, so they agreed to meet up two blocks away from the party, where they could chain up their bikes before walking to the house. After dinner with family, Newton got ready, then biked to the meeting point. Marty was leaning against the streetlight where his bike was locked, smiling casually. He'd grown six inches, and was almost a head taller than Newton. And his face had changed. Somehow, he looked more handsome. The boys hugged, then stepped back to look each other over. "Same dumb hair cut," Marty teased, brushing Newton's long, asymmetrical bangs away from the boy's eyes. "Same dumb face," Newton responded, and the boys punched each other in the arm. "You're a lot taller, Marty." "Yeah. Had a growth spurt. My legs hurt like shit," the other boy replied. "But I might be big enough to try out for varsity football when I go into 10th." Newton snorted. "Right. That'll be the fucking day." The boys continued giving each other shit, covering their nervousness over crashing a big kid party. They needn't have worried. The house was packed with a crush of teenagers, who didn't notice or care about the younger boys grabbing beers. Wandering around, Marty and Newton ended up in the backyard, where a swimming pool was filled with high schoolers in various states of inebriation. There were also several 9th graders Newton knew, and waved at. "I didn't know it was a pool party," Marty muttered. "I'd have brought a bathing suit." Marty was the last of Newton's friends with whom he shared sexual explorations before they went girl crazy. He wondered if he might be able to get into the taller boy's pants again, but Marty seemed laser-focused on all the girls. In particular, he couldn't stop talking about Sarah Wong, a brunette girl swimming with friends in the pool. They were all in bathing suits, which meant they were friends with one of the kids who lived there. More kids arrived. They drank more beer and someone was passing a joint. Just as Newt was getting a good buzz on, a lot of kids who didn't have bathing suits stripped naked or to their underwear and jumped in the pool. Newton looked at Marty. "Let's go in," he said. "I don't think Sarah's getting out anytime soon." Marty shrugged, and pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks. As Marty's trouser's dropped to his ankles, Newton sharply inhaled. The other boy hadn't just grown taller, and Newton couldn't stop staring at how Marty filled the front of his neon-green briefs. Marty caught him staring, and smirked. "Still a little horn dog," he said quietly, chuckling. "Big where it counts," and they both laughed at the exaggeration. Newton stripped to his boxers and jumped in with Marty. They'd set down their beer cups on the deck, and stood by the side to drain them. Just then, their friends Bill and Freddy spotted them and started walking over with a third boy. "I got pubes over the summer," Newton whispered, putting his empty beer down. "That's great, Newt!" Marty said with a smile. Then he whispered, "Show me." Newt pulled the front of his boxers out, but Marty couldn't see anything through the rippling water. "Let me feel them," he whispered, sliding his fingers down Newton's slippery front. When he felt the soft scraggly hairs, Marty smiled again. Then he cupped all of Newton's junk, giving him a gentle squeeze. Newton yipped, and instantly hardened. "Asshole!" he hissed, but laughed. He reached to grab a handful of Marty, but the taller boy had already slipped away. "If Sarah doesn't eat me, I'll let you," he whispered. "When I eat something, I want a meal, not a snack," Newton retorted giving his friend the finger before Marty chuckled and swam toward the cluster of 9th grade girls. "Hey Newt," Bill said, as the three boys arrived. "How's `boring schoo'l?" he asked, deliberately substituting words. "Great. How's Special Ed?" Mocking each other some more, the friends were really glad to see each other. Bill was wearing bathing trunks under his trousers, while Freddie stripped to his boxers. The third guy was wearing a skimpy white speedo under his clothes, and Newton tried not to stare at his slender physique. A very pretty boy about Newt's height, his brunette hair hung to his shoulders. The boys set down their beers and jumped in. Freddie back against the ledge to survey the party. "No girls at your school? That's gotta suuuuck." Bill leaned up on the other side. "24-7 sausage party at sleep-away camp? Good thing you love cock." They all laughed, because they used to jerk, suck and pound each other relentlessly, before the other two boys became total poon hounds. And they didn't yet know that Newton had no interest in girls. In the 80s, a lot of gay teens - maybe most - didn't let many people know. "Ahem," the third guy said. "Wanna introduce me, dudes?" "Sorry, Tuft," Bill said. "Newt Stills, this hippie is Axel Tuft. His family just moved here from Seattle." "You moved TO Fresno," Newt said, laughing, shaking hands with new boy. "Welcome to the saddest place on earth." Just as they were getting acquainted, there was a commotion coming from the house, and someone said, "It's the cops!" It wasn't even 10 pm and someone had called in a noise complaint, and Fresno's Finest had nothing better to do than raid a high school party. Newt and his friends scrambled out of the pool, just as Bill's big brother, Arnie, a senior, ran to the back end of the yard. "Over the fence!" the older boy yelled. Newt tossed his clothes over the tall wooden barrier, and Arnie gave each of the 9th graders each a boost over, before heaving himself up. First to land on the other side, Newton helped his friends down. As Axel lowered himself, Newt reached up to prop the other boy's feet, but he slipped, and his hands were soon full of firm, lycra covered buttocks. "Sorry," he said, embarrassed. Axel laughed. "It's all good, dude." As Axel turned around to look for his clothes, Newt could clearly see the outlines of a cut dick and scrotum through the wet white speedo. Again, he found himself staring too long, but Axel only smiled. Newton liked that smile, and the way the other 9th-grader's long, dripping hair was plastered down his neck. While they quickly dressed, Arnie explained that anyone with ID was going to get a $200 ticket for underage drinking. But anyone without ID was going to be held until their parents could be found. That would be just about everyone under 16. Newton was worried about Marty. But just then, wads of clothes and backpacks flew over the fence. A nearby tree shook, and a group of young teenagers clambered up, then out over the fence. Dripping wet, a bunch 9th graders pulled on clothes over their bathing suits or underwear. Marty dropped down next to Newton. He was also soaking wet, and his sopping green briefs sealed a tight outline around his formidable junk. He pulled on a short shirt that wasn't his. and barely concealed his undies. "Where'r your clothes, dude?" Newton asked. "Couldn't find `em," the tall boy replied. "Fuckin' cops." He'd come back the next day for his clothes. Fortunately, he only had $5 in a pocket. 
Sarah Wong rushed over. "Hey Newt," she said. "Marty, we're gonna jet." Then she pulled the taller boy down for a very quick peck on the lips, before stepping back. Biting her lower lip, she suppressed a smile while gazing down at Marty's shadowy groin. "Call me," she whispered, turning to leave with her group. "Wait," he said. "I'll ride you home on my bike." She grinned and quickly nodded. Marty turned to Newton and hugged his friend. "Looks like you'll have to HANDLE things on your own, dude." "Ha-Ha, asshole," Newton, chuckled. "We're outta here, guys," Arnie said quietly. "Stills, you need a lift?" "My bike's two blocks away," Newton replied, annoyed he'd barely gotten to meet the gorgeous new boy. To his surprise though, just before joining the other boys, Axel leaned toward him and said, "It was great finally meeting you, Newt. The guys talk about you all the time." Looking directly into Newt's eyes, he added, "We should hang out. I've got my own number. It's in the phone book." "I'll call you, Axel." The two boys smiled and quickly went their separate ways. As he jogged a back street to avoid cops, Newt knew he was going to need to spank the monkey when he got home. ====================== "We're not catching anything," Jack whined, casting his line out again. After they'd gone hiking, and ate a picnic lunch, Newton, his dad and his brother were sweating in 85-degree, San Joaquin Valley heat. In the hot early afternoon, the guys had been fly fishing on the King's River for an hour, while their mom read a book under a nearby tree. She didn't see the point in deceiving fish with a hook, then tossing them back in the river. Neither did Newton, unless they were going to eat the fish. "He's right dad," Newton agreed. "Nothing's biting." "And nothing will if you keep talking," Phil Stills replied. "Besides, it's not about catching fish --" The boy's filled in the rest in dreary unison, "it's about contemplating the abundance of nature." Sighing, their dad replied, "OK, don't you guys go swimming? Just go down a little ways so you don't scare the fish." "What fish?" Jack laughed. "All the trout are miles away." Phil just shook his head, casting again, while the boys reeled in their lines. They put away their gear, then stripped their shirts and shorts off. In their Speedos, they climbed down the river bank with a large inter tube. "Don't float too far, boys," their dad called. "Stay in sight." Newt and Jack delicately stepped across rocks until they were hip deep in water. "It's freezing," Jack complained. It was cold, but a few other people were floating down the shallow river. Newton squatted down to dunk himself all the way in the clear mountain water, and jumped back up. Goose bumps burst across his arms, and he gasped, flipping his long blond bangs away from his eyes. "Just get it over with, Jack" Newton urged his brother. When the 6th grader popped back up out of the water, he melodramatically shrieked. 
Their father shushed them. "Don't scare the fish," he stage whispered, teasing his younger son. Jack climbed into the inner tube, spread eagle with his legs on one side, and his back and arms draped on the other. Jack slid in reverse of his brother, resting his small ass on his brother's lap, and draping his legs over Newton's arms. Crew in place, Newton pulled up their make-shift anchor: a rock tied to a rope. When they'd drifted 100 meters or so, Newton dropped their anchor, and the boys splashed and joked with each other. Soon, they were tickling, and eventually their hands found each other's crotches. Their tickling became squeezing, and both boys were soon sighing with gentle caresses, their dicks rigidly hungry. A new initiate to the joys of penis pleasure, Jack had been hoping to play with his big brother's cock he'd been absently fishing. Thankfully, his shirt had covered his erections while casting his other pole. At the same time, Newton had been thinking all about Axel, the boy he'd met the night before, and his hardness had been persistent. Now, it was quivering, strangled by tight red lycra in Jack's fingers. Newton's hips slowly rose and fell, grinding his dick into his brother's fingers, which scooped beneath his adorable little bottom. Jack grew serious. "Thank you, Newt." "For what?" "For being a great brother." So many of his friends had shitty older brothers, but he really loved Newton. And how many big brothers would teach their younger brothers about boy stuff? "Dude, I love you," Newt said quietly, then added, "Even if you smell like salmon eggs." Jack giggled, but said, "Better than smelling like Aunt Bertie's farts." They both laughed at the memory of that smell, and kept squeezing each other rhythmically. Hesitantly, Jack got to the point. "Kent seemed to go crazy when you butt fucked him." With a couple of fingers, Newton was stroking the quaking length of his brother's Speedo-strangled hardness. So smooth and slick in baby blue spandes. So hard. Pulsating beneath his fingertips. "Aaaaand?" the older boy prompted the 6th grader. "Um, could you do it to me?" Jack asked shyly. Newton grinned. "Dude, you're my little brother. I'll fuck you any time you want." Looking around to scan for privacy, Newton was relieved to see the few swimmers or floaters were hundreds of meters away. They could do it, if their dad didn't notice. But then they saw their parents laying down for a nap on the picnic blanket. Perfect. Newton pulled the front of his speedos down, under his balls, snapping his prong into his brother's ass in he process. It wasn't graceful, but he was was hungry for boy ass. Instinctively understanding what his brother was doing, Jack raised his hips, and pulled down his own speedo in the rear. Because of his widely spread legs, he couldn't get it down much farther, but that didn't matter. Newton could still reach down and gently work a finger into his clenching butthole with one hand, while still stroking Jack's lycra-crushed hardness with his other fingertips. It took a while, but when Newton had two fingers inside his brother's tight little butthole, Jack was sighing rhythmically with each stab into his tender bottom. Eventually, he was begging his brother. "Can you please fuck me now, Newt!?" The 9th-grader quickly grasped his own dick by the root, guiding it to Jack's waiting, waterlogged boy hole. He pressed upward as gravity impaled the younger boy onto his pubescent spear. It was quick, and it hurt the younger boy a little. Jack grunted through grinding teeth. "You OK, Jack?" Newton stared at his brother in concern, brushing the long, soaking bowl cut away from the cute little boy's face. "I'm good, Newt," Jack huffed. "Just give me a second." Newton waited a few moments until Jack relaxed around him, opening his eyes. The younger boy's ass was still sore, but the quivering hardness filling his bottom also filled him with desire. An electric surge burst from his stretching crevice to his own quaking hardness. He had to cum. He nodded at his big brother. "Go ahead, Newt." "You're so tight, Jack!" Newton heaved, as his hips slowly began to grind into the 6th-grader. "You're so hard, Newt!" the younger boy huffed, pumping his hips down in time with Newton's up-thrusts. In moments, the two brothers were vigorously rocking into each other, while Newton gripped Jack through the front of the younger boy's speedo. Stroking the 11-year-old in time with his gyrating hips, Newton pumped harder. Jack's moaning grew more frantic from the heat in his dick and in his behind. Not wishing to slip out of the hot clenching tunnel clamping him like a moist vice, Newt rocked back and forth with fast micro thrusts that grew in urgency as the friction grew. "You feel sooo...good, Newt!" Jack gasped, hammering his small, firm buttocks downward onto his brother's slender pelvis. Jack's clenching hole was pulling a looming orgasm out of Newton. "Gonna cum, Jack!" the older boy groaned, pummeling the 11-year-old ass faster. His brother's ass gripped him like a circular vice. "Uhhhh...do it, Neewwwt!" squeaked the younger boy, as he felt his own explosion billowing in his tiny, straining little nuts. His 2 inches pulsed drily into his torturously tight Speedo, and sparkles flared out across his tummy. The older boy's full scrotum contracted, and his prostate squeezed like a toothpaste tube. Still holding Jack's hardness in one hand, Newton held the Jack's hip with the other, as he punched upward, burying his dick as deep as it would go into his brother's squeezing little bowels. Newton gasped and choked and groaned as the first jet of watery ejaculate punched into Jack. Then a second and a third. A fourth pulse died slowly in Jack's bottom, and eventually slid softly out. Then both boys rested in the hot sun, catching their breath. Sweat spilled down their faces and from their arm pits. "That was so fucking weird and awesome," Jack sighed. "It kinda hurt but felt so good." "You have such a tight ass, Jack. And So does Kent. I think he really likes being on the receiving end," Newton replied. "So, you should try fucking him." "Uh...could I try it with you, Newt?" Newton ran fingertips up the quivering front of Jack's light blue Speedo. Soaking wet, the tight swim briefs clearly outlined Jack's circumcised head, revealing a staggeringly unquenched tumescence. The 14-year-old smiled with affection and desire. His brother was turning out to be as much a horn dog as he. Newton nodded. "Yeah, Jack." They could have swapped places, but Newton's legs were getting starting to cramp. He looked around, and told Jack to get in the water with him and push the inner tube to a deserted, tree shaded cove. It was chest deep for Jack as they carefully walked over granite boulders and rocks. He stopped for a second to pull his speedo all the way off, and clean the small trail of slime streaming from his bottom. Newton reached over and tenderly scraped his fingernails up Jack's slim, white bottom. When they got to the waterline, Newton found the upper side of the sun-baked inner tube was scorching where the boys' shadows hadn't fallen. Quickly flipping it over, Newton stepped into the ring, and pulled his speedo off, speed his legs wide, bending over the shoreside of the moist, slippery ring. Positioning his ass skyward, Newton's face rested on fingers laced across a rock. Jack tossed his Speedo next to his brother's and stepped into the black donut's hoe. Jack's 2-inches throbbed like a spring door-stop from a pallid triangle of untouched by the sun. He knelt in the shin-deep water behind Newton. Staring at his brother's creamy bottom, similarly outlined with a pale Speedo outline. Smiling at the slender, football-toned globes, Jack squeezed the running back's tight end, then tickled the very bottom of Newton's scrotum, where is peeked beneath. The gentle caresses had a direct line to Newton's cock, which quickly hardened. Having just shot a desperate load, his dick ached painfully as it pressed into pliant rubber, and Newton readjust it to point toward his navel. "What do I do, Newt?" Jack asked. Newt had been taking much larger dicks than his brother's little pole, and frequently cucumbers disappeared from the family refrigerator for his solo summer. So he didn't really need to be loosened up. But he figured he should teach his brother properly so he didn't hurt Kent. Spreading his cheeks with both hands and revealing his starfish to the world, Newt told his brother to rub his finger in small circles around the wet little ring. In moments, teenager quickly opened to the younger boy, and he coached him through a gentle finger fuck, while his own dick pulsed against the warm, wet rubber. He loved the soft, wet resistance of the inner tube on his cock. It almost felt like boy buns, and he couldn't help but gently rock against the slippery, pliant surface. At the same time, he urged Jack to aim his small dick head at his winking tunnel. The younger boy missed the first couple of times, but eventually slipped into his brother's hot tunnel. "Ohhhhhhh....Newwwwt," Jack sighed. "This feels better than a mouth." Newton relished the quivering prong plunging into him, and squeezed him with his rectum. Jack groaned, and started to thrust in, then pulled out too far." "Dammit," Jack muttered. "Just pull back a little, Jack," the older boy whispered. Soon, Jack's dick was once again implanted in hot, buttery boy meat, and his hips took over. Newton was grinding into the inner tube, pulling Jack's dick with his ass, then pushing back. Gradually, the two boys were pumping faster, bouncing with the inner tube's recoil, plowing rhythmically and moaning with each plunge. The cove echoed with softly splashing water, and the steady cadence of a squeaking inner tube. Newton reached back to grab his brother's butt cheeks, pulling him in harder, which also propelled his own groin into the slippery wet rubber. His full, hairless scrotum, bouncing between the inner tube and Jack tiny sack, contracted, and his legs strained. Suddenly, his world exploded through his pubescence. Newton groaned as thin, watery boy soup ejected, and his anus clamped down on Jack. His dick slid across his own spew as two more dribbles of clear honey dribbled from his adolescent nozzle. The pressure on Jack's dick pulled the younger boy's dry climax from his tiny, hairless nuts. The 11-year-old cried out and rammed his hips as hard as he could into Newton's firm, springy bottom. His dick pulsed with sparkly fire three or four times before he came to rest, and collapsed onto his brother's heaving back. Both boys were more slick with sweat than river water, and it took many minutes for them to recover. Pulling their speedos back on, Newt and Jack slowly returned to the picnic site, and joined their parents for a well-earned nap.