Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 05:55:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Seduction of Hawklin Santiago

Yet another story of sex between boys and brothers. There some graphic
descriptions of sexual interactions. If this offends your sensibilities I
would wonder why the hell you're at Nifty in the first place. If it is
illegal to read such materiel where you live perhaps you should choose your
reading material more carefully. Otherwise, enjoy. There is a another
chapter being written as we speak. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I was sitting on the sofa watching TV after supper when the phone
rang. When my grandmother was in the house or close by I tended to not
answer it because it's usually for her. She's okay with that for the most
part. A minute later she called out.

"Hawklin it's for you." That is my name and my grandmere almost always uses
it. She used to insist that I use my full name all the time but finally
gave up and allowed me to use the shortened version. Everybody else just
calls me Hawk. I got up and took the receiver from her and said hello.

"Is this Hawklin Santiago," a man's accented voice asked.

"This is Hawk speaking, may I help you?" My grandmother insisted on
politeness at all times and if she ever heard me speaking with something
less than politeness she'd cuff me alongside the head if she was within
striking distance and if not she'd throw whatever was close at hand at me.
I don't want that sound abusive because it wasn't.  My grandmere loved me
more than life itself but that didn't override her insistence on politeness
or correctness. Her cuffs weren't meant to cause pain, only to remind me
and as far as throwing things at me, well, I'd learned to duck and dodge at
an early age so whatever she was winging at me rarely ever hit. Of course
it was my task to retrieve whatever "it" was and return it to its proper
place. Then she'd still cuff me, if she was close enough.

"My name is Winfred Dobbs," the voice on the phone said, "I just moved into
the Morris house a few weeks ago. I understand that you're the paperboy for
the neighborhood."

"Yes sir I am." Grandmere was watching from 4 feet away.

"Well I'd like to sign up for the daily and Sunday paper," he said. "Could
you possibly stop by this evening?"

"Yes sir, I can be there in less than 5 minutes."

"Well how about if you give it 10 minutes? The front gate will be open just
come on up the porch and ring the bell."

"Thank you sir, I will do that and I will see you in 10 minutes."  With
that I hung up the phone. I explained to grandmere what the call was about
and she nodded her head. Grandmere was very supportive of me having the
paper route as well as any other odd jobs that might come up. I was also
known to be a reliable babysitter as well as yard boy so I was pretty busy
most of the year, especially during the summer which was barely 2 days
away.

"Well put on a clean shirt so you make a good impression."

"Yes'm," I gave her a hug and walked up stairs to my bedroom. We don't run
in the house. I went into my room and closed the door quietly. I peeled off
the t-shirt I'd been wearing and tossed it on my bed then went to my
closet, flipped the light on and stepped in.

Mine is what you call a walk-in closet I guess. It's like a small room and
has racks for hanging things on both sides and built in drawers underneath
the rack on the right side. I hardly ever use them because I have a chest
of drawers in my room. I looked through the hanging shirts and picked out
one that I thought would suit my grandmere as well as me.

It was white cotton, muslin I think it's called, which contrasted with my
brown skin town really nicely. The sleeves were not quite wrist length and
were belled out with a very thin thread of lavender sown into the very
bottom of the cuff in a curly cue design. The shirt had a V-neck in front
that had a tie string to pull the edges closer together. I liked the way it
looked on me and a lot of other people did too. I chose to wear it for that
reason and the fact that it looked a little dressy and I wanted to impress
Mr. Dobbs.

I figured Mr. Dobbs had to be rich to buy the Morris House for it was
easily one of the biggest of the older houses in town. It was a huge old
thing with a black iron fence surrounding the whole property, the kind with
the pointy tops on the posts. You couldn't see through much of the front
because of the bushes and flowers and trees on the inside of the fence. The
whole back and half way up each side was a hedge that had to be 20 feet
tall. The top of it was cut to look wavy like which I thought was pretty
cool. The house was 3 stories high and had chimneys all over the
place. Honestly, it was kind of like the Adams family house only much
nicer. They also had a swimming pool in the back yard which hardly anybody
in town had, at least that I knew.

I clicked the light out and went to stand in front of the full length
mirror on the outside of the closet door. I liked what I saw. A boy, just
shy of 14 and a half years old stood before me. His skin tone was a light
brown color. Sometimes people mistook him for being a black boy, a Negro,
but he wasn't, at least not much according to his grandmere. The boy was a
quarter each Choctaw, Puerto Rican, French Creole, and a sixteenth Negro
and the rest was pure southern white boy, which wasn't a lot. The boy was
5'7 inches tall, had beautiful wavy black hair that reached down past his
shoulders, a concession his grandmere allowed in keeping with his Choctaw
blood. She was5/8th Choctaw or something like that.

The boy was slender, barely a boys 26 inch waist but his chest was more
filled out. If he took the shirt off I'd see a well developed torso, a
nicely defined 6 pak with a defined indentation that ran from the top of
his chest all the way to his belly button. His belly was flat as a
board. His face had cheekbones that stood out enough to highlight a
slightly more narrow chin that was also home to a pair of full, slightly
pink tinged lips. More than one girl had said they were the most kissable
lips she'd ever seen and if the boy ever wanted to practice kissing... The
teeth behind the kissable lips were white as snow and straight as an arrow.

The boys' eyes were totally amazing. Aside from the fact that they were
huge, or that they had long thick lashes and fairly thick brows above them,
they were a light colored violet, at least most of the time. Most people
said they had never seen eyes that color except sometimes on Elizabeth
Taylor, the movie star. Girls said they were dreamy, boys said they were
weird but secretly wished they got the attention that the boy in the mirror
got because of them. Yup, I was satisfied with the boy in the mirror. I did
notice though that the shirt needed to be tucked in. It was too loose and
looked more like a girls' shirt.

I undid my belt, the button at the top and then all the way down. I pulled
the flaps open and began tucking it in, starting at the back. As I moved
around to the front my hand pushed down over the tube of flesh in my briefs
and I wondered for the millionth time if it was ever going to stop
growing. The thing was an embarrassment, or almost so. Boys were always
staring at it in the shower at school. A few of my friends were jealous as
hell about it, wishing their dicks were as big as mine. More than once when
I stayed the night at a friend's an older brother insisted I show it to him
since apparently my friend felt free to share the news. I couldn't believe
that so many people were so interested in my dick. It was a wonder that
people didn't stop me on the street and ask to see it for Christ's sake. I
quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure grandmere wasn't standing
there or heard my thought. Cursing was definitely not allowed and taking
the lord's name in vain would surely get my ass kicked up and down the
street.

I went back to tucking my shirt in and buttoning up, the front of my jeans
a little tight. I thought part of the reason that boys looked was because I
still had my skin on, I was uncircumcised, and every boy I knew was
circumcised and every boy they knew was as well.

I looked at myself in the mirror, pulled the shirt out just a little at my
waist, turned around to look at my butt, which was another thing I was told
was "really nice" and headed out to meet Mr. Dobbs, hugging grandmere on
the way out.

"You look very nice Hawklin," she called out before I went through the
front door. I hopped on my bike and pedaled down the street, not in a hurry
because I didn't want to be early, I wanted to be "on the dot" as grandmere
would say. I got to the house and got off my bike just inside the entry
gate and set it gently against a huge Elm tree and headed up the walk and
up onto the covered porch that spanned the entire front of the house. I
rang the door bell and waited patiently. Less than half a minute later the
door was opened by a boy. I wouldn't say this out loud around any of my
friends but he was quite possibly the cutest little boy I'd ever seen.

"Hi, you must be Hawklin, I'm Carson," he said in a high pitched melodic
voice. The boy extended his hand and I shook it. "Come in please. You can
set your shoes here next to the door," he said pointing to a rug about the
size of a bathmat that had shoes stacked on it. I untied my Keds and kicked
them off and the boy said to follow him. It was then, as I watched his cute
little butt sway, that I saw that he was only wearing briefs below his
undershirt. He led me into a large room where a man sat in a large arm
chair reading a book. Crutches leaned against one arm, the kind with U
shaped brackets for your arms and the handles below that.

"Hawklin is here pa-pa," the little boy said as we went through the
doorway. The man looked up as I came in and a large smile opened his face
up. He looked old enough to be my grandfather, a head full of styled gray
hair and wire rimmed glasses adding to the illusion.

"Welcome to my home Mr. Santiago," he said. "Forgive me for not getting
up," he added nodding at the crutches. As I walked up to the chair I
thought to myself that nobody had ever called me Mr. I extended my hand,
which he took in a firm grip. "Winfred Dobbs," he said by way of
introduction, "but my friends call me Winn or Winney. I hope we'll be
friends so fee free to use either shortened version. Please, have a seat,"
he said pointing to another arm chair that sort of faced his. As I sat down
the little boy, Carson, climbed onto the man's lap and snuggled in to him,
the man putting his arms around the boy to hold him.

"I hope you don't think me forward Mr. Santiago and I don't wish to
embarrass you but has anybody every told you that you an incredibly
attractive boy, young man?" I felt myself blush.  "And your eyes are
extraordinary, quite rare actually.

"Not in those words sir, no. And yes, I know my eyes are unusual. Please
call me Hawk sir; it's what all my friends call me." He nodded his head.

"Hawklin is an unusual name; where does it hail from," Winn asked. He
leaned forward slightly and the directness of his gaze told me that he was
completely serious as well as highly interested in the answer. I would
discover that when Winn talked with you he gave you his complete undivided
attention which may be why he didn't notice that Carson seemed to be
fiddling with himself as he sat ensconced in his father's arms.

"It's an old family name sir. Actually I'm the 5th Hawklin."

"Oh my, that is quite a lineage now isn't it? Much like in my country as
well as my family," he said, adding, "Although I'm the only Winfred." He
asked what my heritage was and I told him, the man nodding his head as I
spoke. "Well that is quite a collection but again I must say that it has
culminated in an extremely attractive package." I won't swear to it but it
seemed like he shot a quick glance at my crotch and as I said that it
seemed that he had looked in that direction when I had first approached his
chair. "My lineage hails from Europe, as you might guess from my accent." I
waited for him to explain that to me but he didn't.

"So Hawk, I'd like to sign up for the paper as I said on the phone. I'd
like to receive the daily as well as the Sunday paper. I also wonder if it
would be possible for you to pick up the New York Times daily over at TD's
newsstand and bring it as well. Of course I'd pay you a week at a time in
advance for it as well as for your time and energy." Before I could answer
another boy came into the room. Where I'd thought that Carson was quite
cute, this new boy was beautiful. He looked to be about 10 or 11 years old
but unlike the younger boy whose hair was a dark brown, almost black, this
boy's hair was blonde and long. Not quite as long as mine nor as wavy but
considerably longer than the little boys hair which was cut in a sort of
short layered bowl style which seemed suitable for his straight hair. Like
the younger boy he was dressed in briefs but the kind that doesn't have a
fly hole for your dick. He too was wearing an undershirt but it was the
strap kind and it didn't quite reach the waistband of his underwear. I
think the underwear may have been fresh because his boy stuff sort of
bulged out in front. Maybe it was the style, I don't know, all I know is
that mine bulge like that when I first put them on but after a few hours
they're kind of saggy. I only say kind of saggy because really they bulge
most of the time cuz of my dick.

"Ahh Kitt I see you've elected to join us." To me Winn said, "This is my
son Kitt, with 2 T's; Kitt this is Hawklin but since we're friends you may
call him Hawk. Kitt took my hand and shook it but quite gently. His eyes
were also rather amazing; a hazel color that seemed a light green at the
same time. His face was pale, his lips a little pink like mine but also
full. If people considered my lips kissable then Kitt's were as well. I saw
too that the strands of hair closest to the front of his head were almost
white and there were other strands through his hair that were also lighter
creating 2 or even 3 different shades of blonde. I was just looking at his
face I might mistake him for a girl. I had never looked at another boy and
thought about him in any real sexual way but I sure thought about Kitt like
that and it surprised me. And I was embarrassed by it. When I let go of his
hand and turned back to sit down I noticed that Win was giving me a
somewhat strange look and I thought I saw just a hint of a smile starting
at his mouth.

So Hawk," Win said after I sat down, "I would also appreciate you
delivering the paper to the front door and giving it to me or one of the
boys." I thought about how that was going to affect my timing. I prided
myself on getting my customer's papers to them in a timely manner and as
close to the same every day. Win must have been thinking something along
those lines as well.

"I understand that this request might affect how you do your route so I'd
like to make sure that you understand that I will compensate you for your
time and I might also suggest that perhaps you can rearrange your paper
route so that you can deliver mine last. I don't mind in the least if it's
a little later in the afternoon." I considered his offer. My eyes cast over
to the chair where Kitt was sitting, watching me. It made my heart flutter
and I really didn't understand that. I looked back to Win who again, was
watching me carefully. I also that Carson had taken his hands away from his
crotch and I almost crapped my pants. The front of the boys' underwear was
sticking up. The boy had a boner; he'd gotten a boner while sitting in his
father's lap. And his older brother knew it too.

"Well sir, I mean, Winn, I guess I can re-arrange things for you." We
discussed the time frame I'd be dropping the paper off and the amount of my
time it was going to take to pick up his other paper from the newsstand and
all of that stuff. He asked Carson to get up so that he could get to his
wallet and when the little boy stood up his boner was highly apparent,
tenting the of his underwear.

"Well, I see you worked yourself into a stiffie again eh Carson," his
father said as he hiked his butt up and dug his wallet out.

"Yes pa-pa. I can't seem to help it. It feels good." Win smiled
indulgently. The boy pronounced it like pa-pa, two words, maybe hyphenated.

"Yes I remember Carson. It's okay, that's what boys do. I'm sure Hawk isn't
offended or embarrassed. I'm sure that he's found himself in such a state
just like you many times." He opened his wallet then looked straight at me.

"Isn't that so Hawk?" I was so astounded at the casualness of the whole
thing that I simply nodded my head and said yes sir.

"Just so." He pulled some bills out and gave them to Carson to give to
me. The adorable little boy brought them over, completely unashamed of his
condition. It was all I could do not to stare it. As Carson handed me the
money Win said that would cover the cost of the paper for 1 week and the
rest was for my time and trouble. He told me to count it and I did. I
figured about what the Times would cost, subtracted that in my head and
came up with the rough amount of money that would be mine.

"This if for the month then Winn, you're paying me a month in advance." He
shook his head.

"Not, not at all. Most of it is simply for agreeing to it and rearranging
your schedule to accommodate me. I value people who work with me and I
reward them for it. I was thinking that the extra time you'll be taking
would be worth 25 a week." I was astounded. Winn had given me a hundred
dollars just for agreeing to do what he'd asked and 25 dollars a week for
my time. I was prepared to argue that it was too much.

"Don't bother arguing with him," Kitt said with a smile. "Trust me, it
won't do any good." I looked at the beautiful boy who sat calmly in his
chair, a hand resting on his crotch. It looked like his finger tips were
moving ever so slowly against the bottom of his balls. I thanked him with
every bit of sincerity I could muster and the man basically waved it off
and thanked me. We made arrangements to start the next day and the boys
both walked me to the front door. As I put my shoes on Kitt said,

"We like you a lot already Hawk. Maybe you could come over sometime and we
could play together or go swimming."

"Yeah," Carson chimed in. The boy was still fiddling with his cock which
appeared to still be hard. "Maybe you can watch us when pa-pa goes away on
business." I smiled and thanked the boys and said I'd think about it. I
shook the boy's hands and headed out the door but before it closed I heard
Carson say,

"Let's go to my room and get rid of my boner." And the door clicked
shut. That took me completely off guard. One the bike ride home I elected
not to tell grandmere about the new financial arrangement with Win. I would
of course tell her what I was doing and leave it at that. I told her that
he was crippled and walked with canes and of course she felt it was my
civic duty to offer my services to him for nothing.

In my bed later I thought hard about what had transpired earlier in the
evening. I thought about Kitt and how beautiful he was and my belly started
to tingle. Both hands went down under my sheets to cup and hold my stuff. I
never slept with underwear because it was more comfortable for me with them
on. Grandmere had quit coming into my room for almost any reason since I'd
turned 12. I wondered if she knew what boys did when they got to my age.

My dick started getting hard right off the bat and I didn't know if it was
because I was playing with it or thinking about Kitt, and even Carson with
his boner and everybody treating it like it was normal. I guess it was, it
just wasn't normal to show it off or talk about it. I had never really
considered doing anything sexy with another boy. I knew that boys did and I
had been invited more times than I could count. I knew that all the boys
were curious about how big my dick got when it was hard and they wondered
how much sperm my big balls made but I figured I was already enough of a
celebrity without adding that to the story.

I found myself slowly stroking my cock and tugging at my balls as I thought
about Kitt and replayed seeing him in his underwear like that. I wondered
how big his dick was, I wondered if he had hairs or anything and guessed
that he didn't. And I wondered about them going to Carson's room to make
his boner go away. What was that about? Did little boys jack off like
teenage boys did? I knew they didn't make sperm but I wondered if they had
cum feelings or something. Then I thought about what it would be like to
jack off with Kitt, to watch the beautiful boy playing with his hard cock
and tugging on his balls just like I was doing right then.

It didn't take long before my cock totally hardened and I tossed the sheet
down to look at myself in the dwindling light. The thing almost reached my
belly button so I could easily see the precum leaking out when I pulled my
foreskin all the way down. I loved my cock. I loved playing with it, just
like Carson apparently did with his, and I loved jacking off and shooting
my sperm out. After I was done I would often run my fingers through the
gooey mess, feeling the texture and stickiness of it and sometimes I would
wipe my fingers in it and lick my sperm off. I wondered if other boys those
things.

So I lay there, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head
and tugging my balls while I thought about Kitt. My belly got tingly
thinking about him, seeing him in my mind standing there in his underwear,
the bulge of his cock and his balls right there in front of me. I wondered
for a second what it would be like to suck him, to have him suck me. I
didn't have time to wonder where that idea came from because my balls
decided to give up their load of juice. I groan loudly as a wad of sperm
shot up onto my cheek. Just the idea of sperming on my face made me groan
and the next squirt hit the tip of my chin. What I didn't know was that it
hung in the air like a giant gob of snot. I squirted 2 more times before
the stuff flowed out like milk from a glass. After it had all passed I lay
there panting like a racehorse for a minute, still slowly stroking my cock
and gently playing with my balls. I wondered what the heck was happening
with me that I cummed while thinking about sucking a boys' cock. I couldn't
give it much thought because my sperm was starting to run and the glob on
my chin and dropped off onto my neck. I got up and cleaned myself up then
got back into bed and curled up, one hand between my legs and staying
contact with my boy stuff.

Things went off without a hitch. My other customers didn't have a problem
with the change of delivery times, for most of them it didn't amount to5
minutes difference. Getting over to the newsstand for the times wasn't a
problem either. I delivered the Dobbs' paper just about 4:30 on the button
and as requested, I rang the bell and waited until someone answered. It was
almost always one of the boys and generally they were dressed or undressed,
in the same manner as the day I met them. Winfred did answer the door once
and apologized for taking so long. He said the boys were in the parlor
taking care of Carson's little problem. I saw that carrying the paper was
going to be a problem for Win so offered to take it in for him. He thanked
me and beckoned me in. I took my shoes off and followed behind him. We
passed by an open doorway on the left and I looked in to see the boys;
Carson sitting on a small sofa with Kitt on his knees between his little
brothers legs with his face in Carson's lap. While I couldn't see what he
was doing it looked like he might have been sucking the boys cock.

"Hawk is here," Winn called out as he passed the door. Carson looked up,
smiled and waved at me then his eyes shut and he head went backwards onto
the back of the sofa and his eyes closed. The expression on his smooth
little face was one I was familiar with. I felt my dick stir.

"Sit and chat awhile will you Hawk." Win had plopped down in his the same
chair and I in mine. He asked about my heritage and I explained it too
him. "Hhmmm; didn't I read something recently about members of your tribe
and the leasing out of mineral and oil rights?"

"Yes sir, they recently renegotiated and we got more money." In fact each
member whose land had the mineral leases and oil rights had gotten a huge
amount of money. My grandmere was one of those as was I but I didn't know
how much. My grandmere told me that just because I was going to be worth a
lot of money by the age of 18 didn't mean that I could slough off. I was
still expected to work as a teenager and go to college after high school. I
didn't tell Winn any of this. Grandmere said that it was nobody's business.

The boys came into the room and Carson came right over and gave me a hug,
which surprised me. Kitt said hello and offered his hand, which I
took. "Did you get your little problem fixed my boy," Winn asked Carson as
the little tyke climbed in his lap again.

"Yes pa-pa. Kitt helped then I helped him."

"Just so," Winn responded and hugged the little boy. I was pretty much
flabbergasted, a new word that I thought was quite cool and used whenever I
could, at how this family acted and talked so freely about that stuff. We
chatted some more, Win gave me money for the following weeks papers and
paid me for my time.

Things went along like that for a couple of weeks. Carson started getting
physical with me by touching, hugging, taking my hand and that sort of
thing. Kitt did as well but he was more reserved than his little
brother. One Sunday morning it took awhile for someone to answer the door
and I figured the boys were busy taking care of their mutual "problems" but
finally Carson answered the door. He invited me saying his father wanted to
ask me something. I took my shoes off and started to follow him but the boy
stopped mid stride and bent over to scratch his foot and in doing so
revealed his naked little butt complete with his little balls hanging right
there between his legs. The kid wasn't wearing underwear beneath his
undershirt.

We went into the same room, Carson sitting in his father's chair and me in
mine. The little boys' legs were spread and the shirt rose high enough so
that I could see everything and I couldn't help but look. He reached down
and scratched under his sac then asked me to look at something for him.

"I think I have a bite or something Hawk, will you look and see please." I
nodded my head and went over to his chair and the little boy pulled his
shirt up out of the way. "It's down right under my balls, can you see down
there?" Oh my God I thought to myself. I got to my knees and pulled his
balls up out of the way somewhat surprised that they were hanging just a
bit. They felt weird to me but not in a bad way. The skin was very soft and
pliable.

"You fingers are so warm Hawk," Carson said. I put my down and looked as
close as I could. I saw the line of flesh that went from his hole up onto
his sac but I didn't see any bites and I told him so but he asked if I was
sure so I kept looking, moved his sac off to one side and then the other. I
was just thinking about moving to the beginning of his butt cheek when a
voice behind me said,

"Aahhh, is Hawk helping you fix your problem today Carson?"  It scared the
holy hell out of me and I jumped straight up, dropping Carson's nuts.

"Ahh no sir, he asked me to look and see if he had a bug bite or
something."

"Well no matter if you were Hawk, we think of you as family and we all try
to help each other out." I looked down at Carson and saw that the kids was
hard as rock, his little boner standing at attention.

"I was thinking of maybe having a little barbeque today Hawk" Winn
said. "The boys and I would be honored if you'd join us. It's going to be a
hot one today."  I had heard that it would be hot.

"We can go swimming," Carson chimed in, his hand still fondling his dick. I
didn't have a swim suit. I did, but I'd outgrown it and hadn't gotten a new
one. I told Winn that and before he could say anything Carson piped up
again,

"You don't need one Hawk, we always swim naked." I wasn't sure I was ready
for that. I mean, they might consider me to be family but I wasn't quite
ready to feel the same way, at least as far as nakedness was concerned.

"Young Hawk may not be ready for such displays of liberated exuberance as
you and Kitt are Carson." Then to me he said "Don't worry about that
Hawk. We have swim suits for guests and they're nice and clean. You just
show up and we'll take care of the rest." I accepted, we went through the
usual money transactions. Winn told me to come back around noon. I said
that I would and I headed toward the front door with Carson leading me by
the hand.

"I really liked it when you touched me Hawk. I hope you'll do it again" the
little boy said. At the door he turned to me and said "And really, you
don't have to wear a suit, its okay. We're gonna have so much fun anyway,"
He hugged me and I went out the door.

I thought about that all the way home; the touching Carson and what Win had
said about it, the barbecue, the swimming naked and then what Carson has
said at the door about touching him and wanting to do more of it. I didn't
quite know what to make of all of it. What I did know was that I had liked
touching the little boys' body, his balls and had felt my dick start to
harden up. What's more I think that Win saw that I had and it was clear
that he didn't mind. In fact it sounded like he encouraged it. At the house
I told my grandmere about the invitation and she seemed pleased about
it. She commented about my spending time with a higher class of people and
when I asked what she meant she said "nothing" and walked away.

I wiled away the next few hours taking care of my laundry and doing a few
things around our yard with grandmere then hopped on my bike and got to the
Dobbs' house about 12:15. I rang the door knocker and was greeted by
Carson; wearing a Speedo in the American flag colors; Red and white stripes
on one half and white stars on blue background on the other half.

"Wow, nice Speedo Carson," I told him. I swear he blushed slightly but said
thank you. I followed him down the hall, actually admiring his tiny little
butt encased in the patriotic fabric. We went through a formal dining room
and into the kitchen, two of the many places I'd never been before.

"Aahhh Hawk," Winn said, "I'm so glad that you made it. I'm just preparing
some chicken. There's a suit over there on the counter that I believe will,
you should pardon the expression, suit you just fine." I looked to where he
pointed and saw a small pile of white fabric. "Carson would you please show
Hawk where he can change." I picked up the suit and followed Carson into
what appeared to be a laundry room. Along with the washer and dryer were a
toilet and a shower, the latter nothing more than a curtained off corner.

"You can put your clothes on the counter Hawk," Carson said but didn't
leave the room. I asked him if he was planning on staying and watching
me. He nodded his head. "Are you a shy boy Hawk? I'm gonna see you naked
sooner or later, might as well be sooner." He said it all with a grin. That
sounded like a bit of a challenge to me and besides, I kind of wanted the
young boy to see my stuff. Somehow I expected he would appreciate it in a
different way than others did. Keeping my back to him I shucked my jeans
off and lay them on the counter and then my t-shirt followed by my briefs.

"Nice butt Hawk, but I already knew that." I looked over my shoulder at him
and mumbled a thanks, picked up the suit and stepped one foot and then the
other into it. "You really are a shy boy," Carson commented with a
giggle. "We'll fix that in no time." I wondered what that was supposed to
mean as I pulled the Speedo up, having finally recognized it for what it
was. I had to do a little wiggling and squirming. I got them into place,
reached down in front to adjust my dick, tugged on the legs a little to
give my balls some breathing room then turned around to face Carson. I've
seen eyes pop out before when a boy saw my dick for the first time but
Carson's expression took the cake.

"You must be huge," he said softly, with awe in his voice. "Pa-pa said that
you might be." As the little boy came closer I wondered why the heck Win
would be making guesses like that. Carson's hand started forward but the
move was ever so slight and he pulled it back then told me to go look in
the mirror which was on the back side of the laundry room door. All I could
do was stare. The tube of my cock reached almost to my left hip the overall
look a thick and long mound. Somehow my foreskin had retracted enough so
the outline of the head of my cock was quite visible and below it all the
bulge of my sac was equally prominent. I turned and looked at my butt and
was amazed at how the Speedo made it nicer and more bubbly than it already
was. Carson noticed as well.

"You have a very nice butt Hawk," the boy said. He left the room and went
back into the kitchen and Winn also looked directly at the suit.

"I assumed that you would be a large boy Hawk but maybe not that large. The
color suits you extremely well I might add. Does the suit fit alright? Is
it too tight? I can order something different if you like." I said that it
was fine and he needn't go to the trouble to which he said it was no
trouble at all, he wanted me to be comfortable. I said was, he said to go
ahead and hit the pool and as we headed toward the door to go out he said,
"You have a terrific butt as well Hawk. What a gifted boy you are." I
thought it all just a little strange and I say just a little because I was
getting used to the straight forward approach that the entire family took.

The backyard was amazing. As I'd said, a very tall hedge surrounding over
half the property so no one could see in unless they were in the air. There
were flower gardens all along the hedge and the swimming pool sat right in
the middle of it all with a deep green lawn separating the gardens and the
pool. Kitt was stretched out on a lounge chair and stood up when he heard
us come out. I got yet another shocker. The boy was wearing a deep blue
garment that I would discover was called a thong. It was very small and it
looked like it barely covered his boy parts which seemed to be bulging at
the fabric. His body wasn't nearly as defined as mine but it was still
slender, flat, and had deep creases leading down from his hips to his
crotch. He too stared at my crotch.

"Do you have a name for it," Kitt asked seriously. I furrowed my eyes.

"What? Name for what?"

"The pet snake in your Speedo." I hadn't realized that Kitt had a sense of
humor and it left me rather speechless. "I'm just teasing," he said,
stepping up to me. Then he surprised me. He stepped right flush to me and
hugged me. I could felt his cock pressing against mine, could feel the
warmth of his body against mine. "I'm glad you came over Hawk," he almost
whispered in my ear. In reflex I'd put my arms around him and hugged him
back. I'd never hugged anybody but my grandmere, especially had never
hugged another boy let alone one that was practically naked. I really liked
how it felt, how he felt. Before I knew it Carson was at my side snuggling
in so Kitt and I each put an arm around the little boy and he put his hand
on my butt.

We didn't stay like that for long, 5 seconds maybe, but it seemed longer
and I felt a little disappointment when Kitt finally pulled away. "Do you
dive," Kitt asked me and I nodded my head. I followed him to the diving
board, wondering how it felt having that cloth all the way up your butt
crack and resting your butthole. Of course I'd done it with my underwear
before and it wasn't very comfortable and for a second I wondered if the
beautiful blonde boy would let me try them on. The rest of the way to the
board I stared at his butt which for all practical purposes was naked, and
man oh man did Kitt have a cute little butt. Next to me Carson asked if I
thought his brother had a cute butt and I could only nod my head.

We watched as Kitt got on the board, went to the end and turned around then
executed a perfect back flip. Then I dove and Carson dove behind me. We
piled out of the pool, went through the squeezing motions to get the water
out of our suits and went again. A couple of times when Carson swam under
water to where Kitt and I were standing and surfaced beside us I felt him
touch my leg or my butt. On another round of dives it was Kitt who went
last and I swear he put his hand right on my cock as he came up.

"I'm sorry Hawk I didn't mean to touch you there. I don't open my eyes
under water very well."

"It's okay Kitt I understand," I said, wondering how he knew what he was
touching if his eyes were closed. We played a little keep away with a pool
ball and in the melee I felt Carson do the same thing only the little boy
actually closed his little hand over it. Granted my dick had shrunk down
pretty far but it was still a noticeable bulge. When Winn called us to eat
and Carson climbed out of the pool it was very clear that he had a
boner. As we approached the patio table Winn noticed it too.

"So, has playing with Hawk in the pool caused you to have a stiffie
Carson?"

"Yes pa-pa."

"Do you need to make it go away before we eat?" The little boy nodded his
head.

"Maybe Hawk could help me this time." He has such a look of innocence on
his face that I was only half shocked and of course Winn was watching me
carefully.

"No, I don't think young Hawk is prepared to help you out quite yet. I
think that Kitt can manage it for you." Kitt said that he would so got on
his knees and Carson stepped up to him. Kitt reached out and pulled the
Speedo down to reveal Carson's stone hard little cock. It looked to be
maybe 4 inches long and like me the boy was uncut. His little balls were
pulled up tight to his body in their crinkled sac and of course there
wasn't a hair anywhere in sight. I watched Kitt pull the rampant little
penis down and place his mouth over it and proceed to move his head in and
out. Carson's eyes closed and he gently put his hands on the side of his
brother's head and began to fuck his little cock into Kitt's mouth. Kitt's
hand went around to clutch at Carson's tiny butt to pull, push, and knead
the fleshy orbs. My dick went full on hard in seconds.

"I hope you're not offended by the boys' behavior Hawk," Winn said softly
next to me. "We are very open in our house and the boys are allowed to
follow their natural instincts, as you can see." He was quiet for a moment
as we watched the little porno going on in front of us.

"My boys would like you to play with them Hawk. They've only been with each
other and they feel that they'd like to add some new blood to the mix. I
can't because of my disability otherwise I would. Such is the family that I
grew up in. They like you very much and would like for you to partake in
their little activities." I groped at my cock which was fully hardened and
straining to be let loose from the restraining Speedo.

"It made you hard didn't it," Winn asked. I nodded my head, looking at him
for a brief second before going back to watch the boys. Carson was moaning
softly as he fucked his brother's mouth and I could hear slight cooing
sounds from Kitt, whose right hand had moved down between his legs, pulled
the pouch aside and was stroking his cock.

"Would you like to join them Hawk? We would all be highly honored if did."
I couldn't help but nod my head.

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