From: IAMRU Subject: Paul's Story (b/b inc., etc.) Date: Sat, 16 Nov 1996 13:46:49 -0800 Organization: MindSpring Enterprises, Inc. Here's the first of a series of stories to come... Flames are boring, and do little good...if you don't like boy sex, don't read it. Don't read this if you don't want to read about boy on boy sex. That's what it's about!! Paul's Story Part One The best thing about living in the country when you're a kid, is that you have TONS of room to run around, build forts, and your mom can't just stick her head out the front door and yell down the street for you to come in, like they do in neighborhood Suburbs. Paul liked to stay away from his parents, because they were just no fun. Paul lived in Caddo Parish outside Minden Louisiana, and Paul was 11 years old. Paul's family was made up of his two parents, and himself, and they were the only family on Summerfield Road that didn't have a farm. Just a house. All of Paul's friends lived on farms up and down Summerfield, and all the farms were pretty far away from each other. The Yellow school bus that had been picking up him and his neighbors for around five years now had been Paul's only transportation away from his house until this past Christmas, when his parents finally thought he was old enough to drive a four- wheeler, and bought him one. Even though Louisiana is in the south, it got pretty cold in the winter, and after a few treks into the woods, and down the road a bit, Paul was forced to wait until it warmed up a little before he could take his four wheeler as far down the road as it took to get to his neighbors. Paul's closest neighbors were a family, that if Paul had been old enough to remember, he would have compared them to the Waltons, except their name was McKinley. The had nine kids at 4,6,7,10,12,14, 15, and 17 years old. There were two 14 year old boys that were twins. The 6,12, and 15 year olds were girls, and the rest were boys. Paul had never been to their home, but knew them from school. His parents had always been very protective of him, and had never let him wander far enough away from his house to become close friends with the family. Paul usually filled his days in the field and woods out behind his house, building forts, and little roads for his toy trucks and GI Joe's. He was pretty much of a loner, and had been pretty happy that way, but at 11 years old, Paul was at the age where he wanted to have friends. Now, with his shiny new Yamaha four-wheeler, he couldn't wait until it was warm enough to venture down the road to visit the McKinley's. On February 12, a Saturday afternoon, Paul had just finished trying to ride his four-wheeler around the pasture behind his house, but had to give up when the freezing cold wind had threatened to break his ears and nose off. After running inside to thaw out these fragile parts, he decided it was time for a show down between his GI Joe's, and went out back to set up the war. In the hilly pasture, the wind was blowing sharply, so Paul took his 8 (and a half) GI Joe's in his arms and moved into the woods where the wind was less, and started his war. GI Joe won. Now he had only 8. The upper torso of the half GI Joe had fallen down between the grate of the cattle gap that started the dirt road into the woods. Victorious, Paul skipped down the road, deeper into the woods, and headed towards the bayou that ran along the property line of his parents land. It had once been a farm, but not since they had owned it. Paul got to the bayou (bayou Pierre, it was called), and saw that it was frozen, but not hard enough to walk on he realized when he prodded it with his foot. Paul looked across the bayou to his destination. A tall old tree on the other side that was bare of trees, but had in it a deep stand built many years before. The tree stood up against the barbed wire fence that separated his property from the McKinley's property. The fence was so old, that it had grown into the tree about 3 inches. Paul had been told not to go into that tree, because it was so old, but at 11 you are immortal, so he wasn't afraid. And he WANTED to climb that tree and sit in the deerstand, which just looked too much like a fort. Crossing the bayou was no problem, as there were plenty of logs and rocks to step on. Walking across, Paul briefly wondered where the crawfish went in the winter, but only briefly, as his attention was drawn to the huge old tree, and the nailed in boards leading to the deer stand around 30 feet up. At 5 feet tall, and 102 lbs., Paul easily ascended the rough ladder, and was soon seated proudly in the deer stand where he felt immensely powerful, and he ruled over all he surveyed. Paul had been in the tree for only a few minutes, when he caught movement far up along the barbed wire fence. Two people were coming towards him, walking along the fence line, on the McKinley side. As they got closer, Paul recognized Jeb and Jed, the twin McKinley's. Both were a little taller than Paul, and both had shoulder length light brown hair. As they got close enough for Paul to see clearly, he raised his hand to call out a hello, but stopped himself when he saw that they were holding hands. Paul wasn't mature enough to analyze his feelings, but he was fascinated by the picture of these two boys holding hands. The didn't speak, but just walked holding hands, with white puffs coming from their noses in unison from the cold air. The thought flashed through Paul's mind as to whether or not they were trying to breathe the steam from their noses at the same time. Paul couldn't tell them apart. They were inseparable at school, and Paul remembered the fuss that happened when last year they tried to put them in separate classes. Both boys pitched fits, and stayed out on the playground together refusing to go to different classrooms. Their parents eventually had to come to school and talk to them, but the parents agreed with the boys, and took them home. The next day, Jeb and Jed were in the same classroom. The tree that Paul sat in was in sort of a clearing in the woods, that was on both sides of the fence. The boys stopped in the clearing about 15 feet away from the tree, and neither had noticed that Paul was sitting above them, watching. Still not saying a word, Jeb and Jed turned towards each other, and embraced. Chin to shoulder, the boys stood and held each other for a long time, and Paul was spellbound. He wondered what the other kids would say if they could see, but he also knew that he would never tell. Paul watched as Jed lifted his chin from his brothers shoulder, and put his face to his brothers face. Jeb whispered "No", but did no more to resist as Jed place his lips agains his, and held him. Paul felt funny inside, and felt a strong sensation in his underwear as he watched the twins kiss. The kiss ended as both boys began to giggle. Lips still touching, the giggles got louder, and the boys leaned away from each other...still holding each other's waists. Jed let go of his brother, and began to unbutton his jeans. From under his white cotton briefs, Jed pulled out his male organ, which was uncircumsized, and squeezed it. Then Jed reached over to his brothers pants and did the same thing. Paul began to get very uncomfortable. He was getting hard down there and it wasn't the first time, but this time, it was pointing downwards in his pants, and it was starting to hurt as it got harder and unable to stand out away from him. Afraid to move and be noticed, Paul tried to will it to go down. Down below, both boys had there dicks out. Jeb, now taking the initiative, pulled Jed to him, and rubbed himself back and forth across his brothers dick. Jed put his hands on his brothers shoulders, and tried to push him down, but when Jeb resisted, Jed dropped to his own knees, and pressed his face into his his brothers crotch. Jed rubbed his face back and forth against his brothers dick, and nuzzled his nose into the small growth of hair between the legs. "It's warm in here", Jed whispered. Leaning back, Jed held his brothers dick between his hands, and breathed white air on it while he moved the foreskin slowly back off of the head. Beneath the skin, Jeb's juices had build up, and a bubble appeared at the piss slit when Jed squeezed. Jed broke the bubble with his tongue, and drawing away, formed a clear glistening thread that stretched from the tip of Jeb's dick for several feet before breaking. Leaning forward again, Jed took the tip of his brothers dick into his mouth, and suckled on it like a calf at its mothers teat. At the same time, Jed was vigorously pumping his own dick. In the tree above, Paul was light headed, and felt strangely like crying or laughing, he couldn't figure out. Paul was experiencing more emotion at once than he'd ever felt before, and he was desperate to release it somehow. He felt like shouting, or crying, and he trembled as he watched. Unable to stay still, Paul had moved his hand to his crotch, and had manipulated his small dick to the side, where he now squeezed it tightly. Paul began to desperately squeeze his dick, because he had to pee so bad it hurt, and he began to pray that the boys below would leave so he could relieve himself. But he didn't want them to leave either. He was frantic but couldn't stop to wonder why. Jed's head was stationary, but his cheeks pumped in and out as he suckd on the head of his brothers dick. Jeb's dick could have just as easily been a baby bottle, the way that Jed was working it. After what seemed a long time to Paul, but was actually only about a minute, Jeb began to whimper, and then grunt. Jeb's knees got wobbly, and it looked like he was having a hard time standind, when he started to fill his brothers mouth with spurt after spurt of warm thick cum. Paul couldn't see Jed's mouth filling with the white stuff, or see him swallowing mouthfuls, but he could see stuff start to come out of Jed's dick in big white globs, onto the leaves beneath him. Then he saw the same thick white cream runnning out of the corner of Jed's sucknig mouth, and he could take no more. Paul's will was washed away in a thunderous rush of release, and he no longer cared that he would wet his pants. Paul sat there in silence, released his dick beneath two layers of clothes, and watched the boys below as he felt his crotch warm with spreading wetness. Peeing had never felt so good. Jeb finally pushed his brother away from his dick, as his knees convulsed one last time so badly that he almost fell down. Jed stood up, pants still around his knees, and kissed Jeb. Jeb pulled away, looked at his brother's face, and slowly licked his own thick cream from the corners of Jed's mouth. Jed bent over to pull up his pants, while Jeb fastened his own against the cold that seemed to matter now, and the twins grasped each other again, holding each other tight for a few more moments. After only five total words spoken the entire time, Jeb and Jed turned and walked back the way they came. Paul waited until they were beyond sight, and scrambled quickly down the tree, squeezed through the barbed wire, and went to the place where the boys had just been. Looking on the ground, Paul found several leaves that were covered with the thick white globs of stuff he had seen coming out of Jed's dick, and he picked them up. Paul touched the stuff with his finger. It was cold, but slippery and wet like the stuff from an aloe plant that his mom put on his wrist when he burnt it on the stove. Remembering that he wet his pants, Paul looked down at his crotch and was surprised to see that his pants were dry. Holding the cum covered leaf in one hand, Paul undid his pants with the other, pulled down his underwear, and was shocked to see the same stuff on his dick (he still called it his pee-pee in his head) that was on the leaf. Paul was briefly envious of the hair that the twins had on their pee-pees, and wished he was not smooth around his pee-pee (DICK he corrected himself) Without thinking about it, Paul raised the leaf to his lips, and licked up a large glob of the white cream, closed his mouth on it, and rubbed it around his mouth with his tongue. It was a strange taste, but it excited him to have the stuff from Jed inside his mouth. Putting the leaf back to his mouth, Paul licked the rest of the stuff off, then bent down to find all of the leaves that had the white stuff on them. Paul licked them clean, despite the grit he was getting in his mouth from the leaves. When he could find no more to lick, he noticed that his pee-pee had still not gone down. With the cum from the leaves on his hand, and his own white stuff still wet on his own pee-pee, he began to rub like he had seen Jed do. Several seconds of this, and Paul fell wobbly to the ground as his dick shot out several more globs of goo, but not as much as before. Breathing hard, Paul finally got up, fastened his pants, and walked back up the dirt road to his house. For the first time, Paul walked right past his GI Joe's. They could sleep outside tonight.