Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2023 23:33:08 +0000
From: dan.rowknot93@protonmail.com
Subject: Sleeping-Little-Nathanial

Author's notes.

This story is in a small way a follow on from Mikey or Mike E. However, it
is not a sequel and is a stand-alone story that can be read on its own.

Growing up I never experienced a wet dream. We were told in sex education
classes that these were totally natural and to be expected. I always felt
kinda cheated that I missed mine. It felt like it should have been 'a right
of passage, a right of passage' that I somehow missed out on. True, I
learnt to wank well before I could cum, ensuring that my first ejaculation
was when I was wide awake, and jerking off, and the subsequent ones from
there on in were also in the same vein.

Synopsis.

This is a tale about a boy who experienced his first wet dream, or maybe he
didn't?


Sleeping little Nathanial.

I sat on the mattress on the floor of my ten year olds cousin's
bedroom. The glow from the football shaped bedside table lamp, illuminating
the mound that was curled up on its side under the duvet on the bed to my
left where my cousin was sleeping.

"Nath. 'You sleepin?" I whispered. There was no response from him. A
conversation from earlier that evening played in my head.

"You're sleeping in my room tonight." Nathaniel announced, his prepubescent
voice's pitch getting higher with excitement.

"No it's alright little dude, I'll sleep on the couch, you'll be in bed by
the time I get back here, and I wouldn't wanna disturb you" l was staying
at my Mums' sister's house that night. Mum was out of town watching a band
with friends. I was going to a friend's birthday party. Then my uncle was
going to pick me up at eleven and I was going to stay over at theirs, just
for the night.

"You won't disturb me." Nathaniel stated sounding undignified. "Take last
week our neighbours' burglar alarm was going off all night, an' I didn't
wake up once; did I mum? Besides, all our guests sleep on the mattress that
pulls out from under my bed, like my Nan, and..." he listed her on his
fingers, and then seemingly unable to think of any other guest that had
actually stayed in his room. "And well, just anyone staying. It's
tradition."  He finished lamely, and folded his arms across his chest,
indicating that from his mind that that was decided on.

"You can take the couch if you wish, Mike," my aunt said coming to my
rescue. "But the pull out is more comfy, and most guests do generally stay
on it. Oh, and he is right, don't worry, it'd take an elephant in his room
to wake him, and even then he would probably still sleep through it, he's a
pretty heavy sleeper."  I just shrugged my shoulders in agreement. I didn't
want to seem too eager.

In the secret of my own thoughts however my brain had done a touch shuffle
and I was positively cheering on hearing the news. In all honesty I was
feeling really glad that the sleeping arrangements actually facilitated me
sharing a room with Nathanial. I'd had. I don't know how to describe
it. Maybe a crush on Nath for at least 3 months, possibly longer, but three
months ago, I'd seen him getting changed when we went swimming together. I
can't really explain it. But there we were in the swimming pool changing
room and Nath was wandering around casually naked; he was getting changed,
just bold, no shame, just naked and something had sort of just clicked with
me.  I'd tried to hide in the back of my mind, tried to ignore it, but I
knew. I knew that I was finding boys, like young boys, boys a lot younger
than me really sexually attractive, and Nathaniel, Nath was something
else...

 This must have been what Mr. Pitcher had seen in me four years ago. That
same sort of feeling. That instant, hard on giving feelings that only a
naked boy can do.

That day at the swimming pool I'd even gotten an erection, just seeing our
Nath, just watching him walk around naked. His penis swayed over his small
balls and scrotum as he walked. An I don't know, boing! One unexpected
teenage boner. At the time I'd had to hastily cover this by tucking it into
the waistband of my baggy swim shorts and I darted back into the pool
pretending I'd forgotten my goggles. I'd not dared to do anything else, but
just that thought.

I pondered over it later, and worried about it some too. Not sure that I
really liked where my thoughts were taking me. But then, that night, once
alone in my room. Well then I wondered if Nath might do those things with
me, maybe he might just let me touch him? Just like I'd let my neighbor,
Mr. Pitcher touch me. To the point that I wanted that touch. I wanted Mr. P
to touch me, and would even often instigate that touch, like I somehow
needed that touch, and when he'd moved away, well I missed that sexual
touch as well.

 At times I've found myself searching for it again, trying to find it on
the internet or just stumbling across it randomly. That's weird isn't it? A
child with a sexual appetite for an adult cock?

 I thought back to another sexual touch that I'd had with a stranger in
McDonald's toilets. That was totally random. I'd seen this guy looking at
me whilst me and my mum was ordering food. The way he was watching me was
very similar to how Mr. Pitcher would look at me. So I wasn't that
surprised when I went to take a pee and a few moments later the guy had
followed me in and was standing next to me at the urinal.

He told me his name was Dan, but that was just a quickie, just a random
encounter. I sucked Dan off.

He'd stood at the urinal next to me and I knew he was trying to look at my
dick. So I showed it to him. My dick was already really stiff, and so that
started a bit of sex play. He gave me my shivers, which was also memorable
as that was the first time I made sperm. Dan showed me my small clear drop
of sperm that he'd caught on his finger, and then licked it off, smacking
his lips together in satisfaction.

He had his cock out at the same time, it was just at my head height, so I
just opened my mouth and swallowed the end of his cock, just as I had
always done with Mr. P. I hadn't lost my technique either, as he came
almost immediately.

I never saw that man again as shortly after me and my mum left the
restaurant on the way to my Nan's. He reminded me so much of Mr. P even
though he looked loads younger, but I remember him.

******

 My cousin was cute. No, not just cute, he was super cute.

So that night whilst me and my mates were at the cinema, and even after,
whilst eating a party tea at my friends house, my thoughts kept taking me
to Nath's bedroom and what, if anything, might happen later on that night.

So now here I am, sitting on the mattress, on the floor, next to
Nathaniel's bed in his room, feeling as ever a super horny, hormonally
charged teenager, with my cousin sleeping in the bed next to me.

"Nath. You sleepin?" I sat up a bit, leaning over him. I asked the question
a little bit louder this time, but still not much more than a whisper. Loud
enough to test if he was properly asleep, but quiet enough because like,
well I really didn't want him to wake up, and I definitely didn't want to
disturb my aunt or uncle sleeping in the next room.

I'd wondered earlier on, if I could do this or not. How far I might risk
taking it. Fantasy is one thing, but could I carry it through, and how
would I feel if I actually did? I wanted to touch my cousin, well not just
touch him, but to explore every inch of him, just as Mr. Pitcher had
explored every inch of my body when I was a kid.

 As I was thinking these thoughts, my pubertal boy cock chubbed up a little
bit urging me on. I was unsure how far I could go, how far I could take it,
how far I might take it before my cousin might wake up. I had questions
running in my head. Questions like, If I touched his dick, would he get a
stiffie? Can I give him a stiffie just by touching his dick, and not wake
him up in the process?

I remembered I used to get a stiffie just from the touch of Mr. P's hand on
my dick. He could just rest his hand on my trousers over my small lump, and
then he'd trace the outline with his finger and that would be it, he'd give
it a little pinch, and the next moment I'd be standing fully erect and to
attention. He'd even sometimes do it when my mum was in the room with us,
he'd sit me on his lap and touch me up, getting me all excited and stiff,
with my mum sitting opposite, and they would carry on chatting and drinking
tea, while I was there with a full hard-on in my trousers. My mum seemed to
be totally oblivious to the fact that her neighbor was sexually touching up
her son.

It was a two way street as well though, he'd be stiff at the same time. I
could feel his erect penis just under my butt cheeks. I'd move a little
bit, stimulating him further by grinding my butt against his cock, until he
would have to discreetly move it to a more comfy position all with me still
sitting on his lap. One time I even tried to stand up. That was funny, as
he panicked, he had to hold me down just so my mum wouldn't see the obvious
lump that was in his trousers.

 Would Nath be the same as me? I wondered how I would react if he did wake
up? And more importantly how would he react if he woke up?

 Other questions too, like I wondered how big he is? I really wanted to put
a ruler next to his dick and measure it, like I'd seen it when we were
swimming and estimated it to be about 4cm [1.6 inch], not a bad size for a
nine year old, but I wanted to check, and hopefully measure it and
preferably after I'd gotten him stiff.

 I also wondered if he could skin back yet? Here's a science question for
you, like does this happen naturally in all boys you know that whole
foreskin retraction thing. Sort of at a certain age, or do they have to be
taught how to do that? I had to be taught how to do that. I know that much.

**** I wondered if Mr. Pitcher had asked himself these questions about me,
and thought back to the first time he'd ever seen me naked, I think I was
like nine, and I was staying with him, as my Mum was working an afternoon
shift. Mum worked a lot. She was a single parent raising me on her own. Who
my dad was? I have no idea. I don't even know if mum knows, she's certainly
not in contact with him, that's for sure.

Mr. Pitcher, he was my neighbor, and sort of my unofficial babysitter,
slash friend, slash significant adult male role model in my life.

We'd had a water fight in his back garden that afternoon; I'd got
absolutely soaked - and so had he. He'd taken me up to his bathroom and
stripped me naked, giving me a shower as a way of warming me up. Being nine
I was old enough to shower myself of course, but he'd helped me out of my
wet clothes, then helped me into his shower. I hadn't even really thought
about saying, "Nah it's ok, I can shower myself thanks," before he'd
squirted a big dollop of shower gel into his hands and proceeded to massage
it into my shoulders. It felt nice.

"Here, you'd better do your little package yourself." He turned me around
to face him and squirted some more shower gel into my outstretched palm,
but as he watched as I soaped up my front, his eyes seemed to be glued to
my dick. Once I was showered he wrapped a warm towel around me, as he dried
me off, he seemed to pay particular attention to drying my privates
off. I'd even got a stiffie from him doing it, I mean he was rubbing it a
lot with the towel. He'd pinch it between his fingers, and rubbed the towel
against it.  "We gotta make sure this is fully dry," he said as my boyhood
filled with the bone that makes it go stiff. He moved the towel aside and
took a good look at my stiff dick.

"Don't worry. It's perfectly natural to get a stiffie," he said, giving my
dick an extra stroke. This time without the towel, just his fingers on my
flesh. "You've had one before, haven't you?" I just nodded, shyly.

 "Of course you have," he gave me a sly grin, which somehow reassured me.

 "I sometimes wake up with one," I whispered surreptitiously. There was
nobody else in the house, but I was sort of embarrassed to admit it, but it
seemed ok as he was casually talking openly with me about it.

You have to understand my relationship with Mr. P, like he wasn't a new
babysitter or a complete stranger. No, he was someone I'd known for a while
now. Somebody I was comfortable with, somebody my mum was comfortable with
as well.

"Ah a piss boner, yeah they happen a lot." He grinned at me again. "Did you
play with it then?"  I nodded my head.  "Mum tells me I shouldn't play with
it though. She tells me it's rude."

"Of course she does. I bet you've found a way though." My grin obviously
gave me away, as he gave me a knowing wink.

"I do it in private."

"You want to know something? So do I," he replied

 He wrapped the towel around me. "Go on, you better go downstairs now." He
ruffled my wet hair with his hands "I'll be down in a minute. I'll just get
myself showered and dried. Sorry mate, you're going to have to stay in the
towel until I can get your clothes dried."

That was it. That was the first touch. The second happened no more than
twenty minutes later, but I remember going downstairs and whilst waiting
for Mr. P to come down thinking that Mr. P had just touched me... And it's
strange purely as we had been taught in school about how nobody should
touch another person's privates. But is that what they meant? Because like
Mr. P is my friend, and it wasn't like it was a nasty touch. It felt kind
of thrilling.  I remember the Pantysaurus song playing in my head. (Ha,
yeah you should You Tube that one, it's funny.)

But that video say's that it's really nasty if someone else touches your
privates, and you are meant to be really upset and traumatized by it, if
anyone ever does that to you. So traumatized in fact you'd have to tell
another adult so that they would stop that person from ever hurting you
again. But it didn't hurt. It felt really nice.

 It's also kind of mad when you think about it. Sort of, you know, like how
babies are made and all that? Well that implies that you kinda have to
touch each other's privates; unless of course that the girl doesn't
actually have to touch your dick, you just sort of, I don't know, thrust it
into her so you don't touch her privates and she doesn't touch yours, well
not with your hand anyway.

 Looking back now, I think Mr. Pitcher was facing the same dilemma I was
facing now here in Nathaniel's bedroom. He'd sent me downstairs as he knew
already he'd crossed that line and was debating with himself if he should
cross it further; just as I was considering to do this or not do this
dilemma? In the end, we both took the same decision.

*****

 I waited for my aunt and uncle to go to sleep first. Even going as far as
getting up a couple of times to take a toilet break, but not really to take
a toilet break, like, I didn't really need a wee, but it was more of a way
of checking until finally there was no light seeping out from under their
bedroom door.

 Once I'd seen their light was off, I went back to Nath's room and lay on
the mattress.

 {If I wait another half hour, half an hour and everyone would surely be
sound asleep,} I thought to myself, checking the time on my phone, and
setting a quiet sounding alarm timer for that half hour. At the same time,
I cursed as I noticed my battery level was almost out, so I plugged it into
the charger.

 All that time I had adrenaline coursing through me, I kept looking at the
mound where Nath was sleeping, it was making me feel more horny, but jumpy
with it as well. I almost considered just bottling out. Not going ahead
with my plan, just jacking off and going to sleep. {He's your cousin,} my
conscience voiced, {and this could harm him.}  But that didn't stop my
arousal countering it with a {Yeah but he is a cute little boy. Too
cute. Too cute, don't stop. It's not like you are going to hurt him
anyway. You only want to be able to look at him, and you know maybe touch
him a little. It's only curiosity. It's just a normal part of being a
growing, healthy teenager,} or that was the way I was reassuring myself
about it anyway.

I must have dozed off as when my alarm went off, it still startled me, even
though it was set at its quietest setting, and I was waiting for it, it
still sounded mega loud in the quiet room. I hastily silenced
it. Fortunately, it hadn't disturbed Nath.

 It's now or never. I thought, and I reached up and touched Nathaniel's
forehead, moving his long blond fringe to one side. If he woke up at that
first touch I would have just claimed that Nathaniel had been having a bad
dream, and that I, as his cousin, was just soothing him, just like any big
cousin would, and should. Nothing wrong with that, was there?

 There was no movement from Nath, just that steady rhythmic breathing of a
small, sleeping 9 year old boy. Nath was lying on his side, facing me, with
the duvet clutched tight under his chin. I smiled to myself, as I ran my
index finger down in-between his eyebrows right down his freckled nose and
then gently across the kids lips.

 Nath slightly parted his lips from my touch, allowing me to insert the tip
of my finger into his young mouth. Instantly I found his mouth form a
gentle vacuum and he started to suck on my finger. I got scared at that
point. I freaked out. I was like, shit, he's awake? But his eyes were still
tight shut and his breathing was still steady. It was just a suck reflex,
as natural as a baby sucking a bottle and probably an echo from that time.

 I was stiff. I mean my penis was so hard I had to adjust it in my sleep
shorts, the front of which was already starting to get damp from the amount
of precum I was producing. I was so aroused, like even that sensation of
Nathaniel's warm, soft mouth, gently sucking on the end of my finger was
close to pinging me.

I pulled my finger out. I didn't wanna cum just yet, I knew full well that
if I did cum I would lose my nerve, and I wouldn't carry on, and after,
later on, I would have regretted that. I took a deep breath to steady
myself, then started to loosen the duvet from my cousin's sleepy
grasp. Pulling gently at the cover's edge slowly until it was free and
loose.

"I want you on your back now little Nath, don't wake up just yet," I
pleaded in a whisper to the quiet room. Not really talking to Nathaniel,
more just saying out loud what I wanted to achieve, I moved down to the
lower half of the bed, sliding my hand under the duvet. Taking hold of
Nath's leg, I gently moved it. I thought he'd pull his leg back, or there'd
be some sort of resistance to it, but that limb went and stayed wherever I
moved it to.

I looked back to Nath's head, just to check he was still sleeping. He
was. So I crawled back up to the top of the bed again, lifting the duvet.

 "Come on now lie on your back," I said, as I pushed against Nath's
shoulder watching as my movement made Nath murmur a little. I watched as my
cousin just fell with ease flat on his back onto the soft mattress, this
for a second, once again left me holding my own breath. At that moment I
felt really tense, but Nath still didn't wake up and just lay on his back
in his Bart Simpson sleep shorts and t-shirt, the hem of the t-shirt just
riding above his small innie belly button.

 Exhaling slowly, I sighed. I found it strange how every little thing I was
doing was simultaneously arousing me but giving me an adrenaline rush with
it. I kept constantly checking that Nath wasn't waking up.

Seeing that Nath was not waking up, I started to feel more bold. I felt
thankful for the warmth of the room, as I rolled the duvet off him, leaving
it to the far side of him, by his wall. I touched Nath's belly under his
sleep t-shirt, my fingers resting on the edge of his belly button,
exploring the indentation of the hole. Feeling Nath's stomach gently rising
and falling with every breath. I moved my hands up to his nipples, lifting
his t-shirt up with my hand so it was under his chin, leaving him more
exposed. I gave each nipple a tweak until they became raised like little
pinheads.

 Finally my hands came to rest on the waistband of Nathaniel's sleep
shorts. I could clearly see the small lump of Nath's dick, just under Bart
Simpson. With the speech bubble "Don't have a cow man." Bart's was saying.

I stretched the fabric over it, just to see the outline a bit more

This is it, I thought. {Please Nath don't wake up, well not just yet
anyway.}  After all, I've been thinking about doing this all night, more so
since I found I was going to be sleeping next to Nathaniel in his own
room. My own young, teen cock was hard, throbbing, it was edging me
on. Quickly I checked again that Nathaniel was still asleep, before
plunging my left hand under his waistband down to his small boy
cock. Stroking it, fondling it. I suppose, in reality, I was now molesting
my younger cousin. I felt Nath's dick get a little bit bigger, and slowly
as I rolled the tube between my fingers and I started to induce the boy,
making him have an erection.

"You enjoying that little Nath?" I asked, again. The question was murmured
to the open air of the room. "You feel like you're enjoying it, look at the
way your little boy dick's getting all stiff."

 I'd moved the waistband down so it was under his balls just so I could get
a photo of him, no I needed to get a photo of him, breathing shallowly, I
picked up my mobile phone from where it was charging on the bedside
cabinet. 65% my battery level read, enough I thought, as I clicked on the
photo icon. I'd already set my phone to airplane mode, and anything
recorded would be saved to my memory card. Mr. Pitcher had told me to never
save anything to any type of cloud storage, as it was too risky, and likely
to be 'seen.'

 The flash penetrated the room. "Dam! I cursed, I recovered his dick in
haste and swapped to video mode as I didn't want the flash. This was it. My
fantasy was coming true. How far will I be able to take this? I wondered,
as I took hold of Nathaniel's sleep shorts and tried easing them down one
handed. It proved to be a difficult task, practically impossible one
handed.

I was forced to lay my phone down again and grabbed hold using both hands
at the hem at the bottom of his sleep shorts and pulled. They came down
easier than I'd expected them to, the waistband caught Nath's stiff dick
like a coat hook, I noticed it just in time and was able to free it over
before I snapped it. Now they were down, the thought occurred to me that I
may not be able to get them back up quite so easily, but as Nathaniel dick
came fully into view, the risk felt worth it. Obviously it was a problem I
would have to think about later on.

My mouth felt dry as I picked up my phone again, and started to film my now
semi naked sleeping cousin, with his t-shirt under his chin and his shorts
now down around his ankles. Placing my hand back onto the younger boy's
cock. He had gone back to being a bit soft again, but as my fingers started
toying with it, Nathaniel's full stiffie quickly returned.

"That's beautiful,'' I murmured, admiring my cousin's body, in particular
his stiff dick. I wonder if you can pull your foreskin back yet. I had my
fingers on his dick ready to try.

******

My thoughts went back to Mr. Pitcher again. It was only a few hours after
that first touch. We were downstairs now. I 'd been wrapped in the towel
and curled up on his knee whilst waiting for my clothes to dry. Mr. P had
his arm around me. Occasionally I'd feel his hand touch my dick. I wasn't
certain if he was doing it by accident, or if it was more on purpose. It
did seem to happen a lot.

 Every time I felt his hand on my dick I'd just stared resolutely ahead and
carried on watching the telly, letting him fondle me without saying
anything. It was feeling nice. He would put his hand over my dick, just
really gently stroking it, and then he'd move his hand away, to my leg or
stomach and then slowly it would creep back onto my dick again. He'd get it
really hard and then stop playing with it. In the end I put my hand on top
of his, just holding it on my dick, letting him know that he could carry on
fondling me, encouraging him to carry on and not move his hand away. Also
letting him know that I was aware of what he was doing.

 Finally, my clothes had been washed and dried. Mr. P brought them into the
front room for me, all neat and folded in a nice pile.  "You've got a
beautiful body, you know Mike E?" Mr. Pitcher told me as he rubbed his
hands over my body. I'd stood up and dropped the towel as I was about to
get dressed so I was now standing completely naked in my neighbors front
room. Mr. P sat down with me facing him. "And such a cute dick." His
fingers touched my dick again until my stiffy stood out proudly in front of
me.

It was my first sexual encounter with anyone. Of course it would be the
first of many with Mr. Pitcher.  "Can you pull your foreskin back yet?" I
shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what that meant and Mr. P seemed to
understand.  "I can show you mine if you like. Do you want to see my cock
Mikey?"

I knew what that meant so I nodded.  Mr. Pitcher pulled his tracky bottoms
down exposing me to his 7.5" [19 cm] stiff man cock for the first time. To
my eyes it looked huge, it was the first time I'd ever really looked at an
adult's penis before, and I'd definitely not seen one in an aroused state
as Mr. P's was. I watched as Mr. Pitcher casually rolled his skin back on
the end showing me how under the bit of skin was a bulbous purple end, it
looked angry, all purple with a pulsing vein...


"I don't think so. Uh-uh."  I'd said, shaking my head and I'd pulled away
slightly. Mr. Pitchers cock looked huge, and sort of scarily obscene. I
wasn't even certain that I wanted to try and pull my skin back.

"We should film this then. It's alright Mikey, I won't hurt you, we're
friends right? You trust me don't you? I promise you, I won't hurt you."
Mr. Pitcher held his mobile phone in one hand, and took hold of my dick in
the other "Here. Let me see?" He took a hold of my dick in between his
finger and thumb and tried pulling it back, but it wouldn't go. It wasn't
really painful, just not moving at al. Mr. P looked disappointed "Hang on a
mo'. I'll get you some Vaseline."

 And that had been the start of two months of Mr. Pitcher teaching me how
to pull my foreskin back. He'd photographed each session, every time it
went back a millimeter more, until eventually I could pull it back, not all
the way, but far enough. But It took two months of coaxing before I was
able to do it properly on my own.

***** Standing in front of my sleeping cousin now, I understood Mr. P's
desire to pull back my foreskin. It was the same desire I was feeling. I
held my phone in one hand, filming the whole process, exactly the same as
Mr. Pitcher had done with me. I took hold of Nathaniel's dick and gently
pulled his skin back, it went back easily, far easier than mine had.

"Beautiful." I'd only whispered this under my breath but the word seemed to
echo around the room. My mouth was salivating. My teen cock gave an
involuntary throb as I watched Nathaniel's deep purple, smooth glans slide
out from their hiding place. I gently touched the moist head, and then put
my fingers to my nose. My senses needed every bit of information they could
get. I wish I could somehow capture that aroma on the video as well, but
sadly that's impossible so I'd just have to remember that smell. I pulled
it back and forth a couple of times, it was so smooth a movement.

"Time to find out how big you are, Nath," I whispered again to the quiet
room, and reached down to the foot of the bed where Nathaniel's homework
desk was. I picked up a green set square that was lying there, I brought it
back, focusing my phone as I aligned the set square next to Nath's stiff
dick. 7cm [2.75 inch] with foreskin forward, but a modest just under 6.5cm
[2.55 inch] with the skin back to the tip of the boy's small pee hole. Not
as big as I was when I was his age or even younger. I proudly thought,
hearing Mr. Pitcher's voice from five years ago in my head. {8.5
centimeters [3.35 inch] with your skin pulled right back! What a big boy
you are Mike E!}

With the measuring now complete, I laid the set square back down and just
touched Nath's dick again, gently just wanking him a bit, keeping the
sleeping boy's erection stiff. I was salivating and it occurred to me what
I really wanted to do, what i'd wanted to do all night. Nathaniel's dick
was there, looking like a lollipop. Sort of like something that Willy Wonka
had created in his special chocolate factory. The lollipop you just had to
suck.

I realized that I wouldn't be able to film this part, unless, and I had a
brain wave. I flicked my phone to the forward facing camera and propped it
up against the football lamp and with careful little movements so it didn't
fall over I focused the camera as much as possible on Nathaniel's dick. It
wasn't perfect, but it would do. I watched my phone's screen as I lowered
my head, watching my face appear on the screen as my mouth headed to that
irresistible lollipop.

So you know how sometimes when you're doing something in life and you
somehow get that random thought in your brain? I had one of those moments
then; but it wasn't a thought, it was a song. In my head I heard Sebastian,
The Red Crab servant from Disney's The Little Mermaid singing `Go on and
kiss the girl.' But in my head I'd changed the lyrics.

There you see him Laying there on his bed He don't got a lot to say That's
because he is sleeping And you don't know why But you're dying to try You
wanna suck the boy Yes, you want him Lookin at his little stiffie, Possible
he might want you too You wouldn't know without wakin him It don't take a
word Not a single word Go on and suck the boy

Obviously I didn't wait until the end of the song before I did
anything. This isn't fucking Disney after all. But instead the song just
kept playing in my head, sort of like a background track guiding me on to
what I was doing. (I've included the whole song at the end of the story, if
anyone is interested enough and wants all the lyrics.)

I pulled Nath's erection forward up to a ninety degree angle from his body
and letting it go, I watched as Nath's dick slapped gently back onto his
pubis bone, `Go on and suck the boy,' and that line was it, I opened my
mouth and swallowed my cousin's dick whole. Moving my lips, adding gentle
suction to his dick, up and then back down again, retracting his foreskin
with my lips.  There wasn't much to taste, just a clean pert skin texture,
I'd never fully understood what Mr. Pitcher had got out of sucking my dick,
well until now. Now I understood it, there was something so erotic about
it.

I pulled off Nath's dick, it was coated in my saliva, giving it a gloss
sheen in the light. I could see it pulse every time his heart beated.

I went back down on him. Nath started to move his hips slightly. This
alarmed the shit out of me, I thought he was waking up, but thankfully a
quick check told me he was still sleeping soundly. It was ok. He was just
reacting to me sucking his dick, just a normal, natural reflex that any boy
gets, even when they're asleep, that natural reflex when they lift their
hips and try to get more of their dick into a sucker's mouth.

*****

{No wonder Mr. Pitcher enjoyed this,] I thought again. I remembered the
first time he sucked me. I was awake of course, but I still remember
holding onto the back of his head while I tried to insert even more of my
dick into his mouth.

 It was two weeks after that first touch. I was in Mr. Pitcher's living
room again.  "Ah it's absolutely bouncing it down out there. I'll shut the
curtains; n shut it out." Mr. P announced, pulling the curtains closed and
turned on the big light. (Ha the big light. I think that's an English
term. It means the main light of the room as opposed to smaller table lamps
that may be present.)

The weather had changed in those two weeks. British weather changes really
quickly, so two weeks ago it was sweltering hot and now the weather felt
positively autumnal.  Mr. P shut the curtains, and turned to me: "So how
are you doing Mick E? Come and sit next to me on the settee." He patted the
seat next to him. "You've not been over recently. Are you keeping OK? You
weren't worried about what we did last time you were here are you? Is that
the reason you haven't been over?"

In truth it was. I had been avoiding Mr. P for a short time. Just to get my
head around it, I'd thought a lot about it. I wanted to find out if it was
just a one off, or maybe it might happen again? I didn't know. We'd had the
good touch, bad touch, talk in school and this what I'd done with
Mr. Pitcher had kind of fitted into both categories.

 I'd made the decision to come over here that morning when Mum told me she
was working that afternoon and that Mr. Pitcher had said that I could go
over his for a few hours until she finished.

"It didn't hurt, Mike E? Your dick got so hard it looked like you enjoyed
it. Did you enjoy it?"

Mr. P responded to my nod I gave "You did enjoy it? Would you like to do it
again then, maybe today, maybe like now?" I felt embarrassed by the
question but still shyly I nodded my head again.  "Go on say it." He
grabbed hold of my dick through my trousers, making me giggle "Say I want
you to touch my dick again." I could tell Mr. Pitcher wanted me to ask.
"I... I want you to touch my dick again please." I blurted out these words,
feeling myself going red in the face at the same time.  "Well we better get
you naked again then haven't we, it's alright no one can see?"

I just started to take my clothes off.

You know? I wanted to, I wanted to have that feeling again. I wanted to get
naked in front of him again. My thing had already gotten stiff, it had been
getting stiff a lot since that first time. It was like he had awoken
something in me.  "No. Wait Mike E. Come over here, come and stand in front
of me." Mr. Pitcher took me by the shoulders and he looked me in the
eye. "You didn't tell anyone, did you? You didn't tell anyone what we did?
Not your mum or a teacher or your best friend, or anyone?" I shook my
head. "Good boy. At a boy." He rubbed my hair. "We'd be in big trouble if
you had told anyone, and because you didn't, that means you really enjoyed
it, you know cause we gotta keep this a secret, just between us." He held
out his little finger to me. "Pinky swear you will never tell anyone." I
intertwined my little finger with his.  "Pinky swear." I repeated.


 "Here. Come here. Let me undress you." Mr. Pitcher slowly took all my
clothes off, until I was as naked as the day I was born.  "You've got a
stiffie again, you really do enjoy this don't you?" I nodded my head
shyly. "I'm going to do something a little different with you today little
man, I'm going to suck you."

I didn't really know what he meant until he put his mouth real close to my
dick. He blew gently on it. The sensation of the cool breeze on my dick
caused me to have goosebumps, and then he just opened his mouth and
swallowed my young package, sucking me down to my rote. That was the point
I remember taking hold of the back of Mr. Pitcher's head and trying to
thrust my dick wholly into his mouth.  Mr. Pitcher steadied me by my hips,
and pulled my ball sack and balls into his mouth as well, and then the
sensation as his right hand went in between my legs. His finger probed in
between my legs until it found its target. My other private part, my butt
hole.

 He had somehow managed to put Vaseline on his finger even without me
noticing. I don't know how he managed to do that, but I felt the slippery
substance on his finger as he traced down my crevice until his finger came
to rest on my butt hole. He took his mouth off my dick "You gotta push out
a bit now Mike E, just give a gentle push, just like you would if you were
having a little poo ok? This might feel a little uncomfortable, but trust
me you'll get to love this." I did as he instructed and that just allowed
his finger to enter me. It slid in me, past his knuckle. It felt like an
electric shock and I slammed forward into his mouth. I wasn't certain I was
enjoying his finger up my bum.

 "Ah pull out," I sort of screamed, and he did, but not all the way, before
he really shoved it into me deep, causing another electric shock, stronger
than the first one. I was kind of getting used to it when I felt a second
finger alongside the one already in me and then that one was in me as well,
painfully stretching my young sphincter. At the same time, I felt something
happening with my dick, something so intense it was causing my knees to
buckle. As I gave out some sort of vocal noise, I felt like I was about to
pee.  "It's OK Mike E, just let it go." Mr. Pitcher soothed, talking whilst
my dick was still in his mouth. It was ok for him, he wasn't the one with
two adult fingers shoved deep up inside his arse, and a suction like a
Dyson vacuum cleaner being applied to his dick. I felt his fingers spread
and turn in my hole.  "I'm going to pee!I" "You're not, just relax, you're
OK, just let it happen," Mr. P soothed. I remember stars. I couldn't
control it. It was too intense.

Next I remember I was lying flat on Mr. Pitchers couch. I was still naked.
Mr. P was kneeling next to me.  "It's OK, Mike E. You're fine, just breathe
easy mate. I guess that was a bit too intense for your first time huh?"

****

I did the same to Nathaniel. I wished I'd thought to bring some Vaseline
with me cause my finger was dry, but it was still nice to slide my finger
in-between my cousin's legs until I found his butt star and just lightly
stroked at his hole, remembering my first time.

With my mouth wrapped around Nath's dick and my finger resting against his
hole I got to the last line of the song in my head, the line where my
changed lyrics had gone from go on and suck the boy to go on and fuck the
boy. My cock gave an involuntary twitch at this, I felt a huge blob of
precum form at its tip. I scooped it off onto my finger and placed it back
on Nath's butt, just placing a little bit of pressure on it, but still not
enough to penetrate him.

I wondered, if Nathaniel was awake, whether he let me do this to him, would
he let me touch him, or even more maybe? Just as I had done eventually with
Mr. Pitcher over that time, to ultimately letting him fuck me? I thought
back to that time. No not that first time that had hurt, and that was after
months of him using various butt plugs on me, gradually increasing in
size. It was funny I could take a really big butt plug, and I could push
that in myself and that was even bigger than Mr. P's cock. He'd even sent
me to school one morning with a medium sized one embedded in me. But it was
still a shock to my system feeling his adult cock starting to penetrate me
and invading my ass.

 But no, not that time. It was probably like the fifth, or maybe, it might
even have been the tenth or eleventh time I couldn't put a time frame to
it, before I actually started to enjoy it, before I could relax enough as
his cock entered me and slowly hitting that magic button that let him enter
me further. I remembered it though as on this occasion it was live streamed
via, WhatsApp video call to a friend of Mr. Pithcer.

Maybe one day, I thought. Well, actually I hoped. Maybe even letting
Nathaniel see that video as a way of getting him into it.

I sucked Nath deep, even pulling his immature boy testis into my mouth,
Nath seemed to like that, his dick giving off a slight throb against my
tongue. I sucked even deeper, sucking like I was drinking a McDonald's
extra thick milkshake. The sucking motion arousing me even more.

I pulled off, looking at Nathaniel's dick, now covered in my saliva, a
slightly purple colour from the vacuum my mouth had been applying. I was
too close. I had to cum now. I stood up standing over Nath. I jerked two
strokes and my balls tightened, shooting the first shot of cum over
Nathaniel's dick, the second shot, even more powerful to me over the
sleeping boy's stomach.

"Oh no!" I groaned, my voice pitch breaking on the no getting higher in
tone, I was desperately trying to stop covering my cousin in spunk. I
clenched my prostate as I would do if I had to stop urinating mid flow,
like those times when you are peeing outside and a dog walker is coming,
but that didn't work against this orgasm. Instead of stopping, it made the
third and fourth shots even stronger. "Oh shit," I whispered, giving up
even trying to stop it. I just put my hand at the end of my cock, trying to
catch as much of my flying semen as was possible in my palm.

My orgasm fading now, but my breathing was fast. I looked at my cum covered
cousin, not believing how much spunk I'd produced. It was like four times
the volume I normally did. It was all over Nath's dick and stomach, almost
up to his chin. I grabbed my phone with my clean hand, and filmed him lying
there, covered in my spunk.

I noticed to my horror that Nathaniel seemed to be waking up, obviously the
wetness which was now cooling on his skin was waking him. In one fluid
movement I hastily threw the cover back over him. I couldn't worry about
his trousers being down around his ankles, or that he was now covered in my
teen cum. II jumped back down onto my mattress, throwing my sleeping bag
back over me as well.

My heart rate was really fast. I could feel it pounding in my chest. My
breathing was fast as well. I was fighting to control it, trying to take
deep steady breaths rather than hyperventilating. Whilst doing this I
silently managed to wipe the cum off my hand onto my dirty sock that I had
worn that day, and stopped the video recording on my phone. In one last
effort, I threw the sleeping bag over my head, pretending to be asleep. I
could tell that Nath was awake by now.



For anyone who wants it, here are the full changed lyrics to Go on and suck
the boy.

There you see him Laying there on his bed He don't got a lot to say That's
because he is sleepin And you don't know why But you're dying to try You
wanna suck the boy Yes, you want him Lookin at his little stiffie, Possible
he might wants you too You wouldn't know without wakin him It don't take a
word Not a single word Go on and suck the boy Sing with me now
Sha-la-la-la-la-la My oh my Look like the boy not shy You gonna suck the
boy Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain't that sad?  If he wakes up now Too bad, your
gonna miss the boy Now's your moment (ya, ya, ya) While he's there lying on
his bed (ya, ya, ya) Boy, you better do it soon No time will be better (ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) So don't say a word And he won't say a word Just suck
the boy Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't be scared You got the mood prepared (woah,
woah) Go on and suck the boy Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't stop now (sha-la,
sha-la-la ya, ya, ya) Don't try to hide it how You want to suck the boyl
(woah, woah) Sha-la-la-la-la-la Float along (sha-la, sha-la-la) And listen
to the song The song say suck the boyl (woah, woah) Sha-la-la-la-la-la The
music play (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Do what the music say You got to suck
the boy You've got to suck the boy Oh, don't you wanna suck the boy You've
gotta suck the boy Go on and Fuck the boy.



Little Nathaniel Awake.

Author's notes.  This was written with the idea to be a sequel to Sleeping
Little Nathaniel. It is written in the third person which I find not as
easy as writing in the first. Hence the ending is quite abrupt.

Nathaniel was having a strange dream, not an unpleasant dream, or nasty one
in any way; quite the opposite in fact, a very pleasant and sensual one. He
dreamed that somebody, well not somebody, because he knew who that somebody
was. It was his cousin, but that made sense to Nath in his subconscious
mind as he knew his cousin was staying in his room. What didn't make sense
was he was dreaming his cousin was touching his dick, and not just touching
it, but actually had his mouth around it, and was, well you know sucking on
it. It was a strange sensation, so lifelike, especially when he felt his
ball sac and balls being pulled into the vacuum as well, and then the
finger, he felt this gentle finger feeling in-between his legs, and
eventually touching another private part of his body, you know touching his
butt hole. Gently pushing against it, not pushing into him, but lightly
stroking it, sort of tickling him.

The dream changed now, his fully stiff penis was still sticking up like a
flagpole, feeling cool as though a breeze was blowing over it, but he felt
slightly disappointed that in the dream his boyhood wasn't getting sucked
anymore, but the sensation it had been, that floating carpet feeling still
remained. Nath kept his eyes shut, trying to remember as much of the dream
as he could. Hopefully savouring it for when he woke up. He knew his cousin
Mike was sleeping in his room that night, which was obviously why he was
dreaming of him. Did he dare to open his eyes? He wasn't sure, but in his
dream he was telling him to do so. In the end he peaked out with his
eyelids shut, just with enough gap to see the dream through.

Mike was standing over him, he had his dick in his hand. To Nathaniel it
looked huge, far bigger than he remembered it looked last time he had seen
it. Which was when? His mind scanned back to last summer when they had gone
swimming together and then it wasn't like that. Nath watched still with his
eyes mainly shut as his cousin moved the skin back and forth pulling the
skin back four times until eventually exposing the deep purple head at the
end of his penis and then he'd pull the skin forward again recovering the
purple helmet; until his cousin seemed to groan, his breathing was fast and
then suddenly this white stuff shot out of the end.

But it was strange, like whilst half watching the scene Nath felt his own
balls, pull tight into his body, he shut his eyes tightly again, the dream
was so real, he wasn't certain what was happening, it almost felt like the
dream changed again and that white stuff was coming out of his own
dick. Nath murmured a bit, his balls felt really tight and his dick was
giving off the most amazing feeling, but whilst it was centered around his
dick his whole body was feeling a eutrophication that he'd never
experienced before. He actually felt the fluid land on his body. Off in the
distance he heard Mike's voice.  "Oh no!" Mike's voice groaned, sounded
high pitched, half strangled, to Nath, but it was obvious that the dream
was just fading as next he heard was a quieter "Oh shit!"

Nath lay there quietly, trying to keep hold of the dream, he moved his arm
slightly and wasn't sure but it felt like his cover was roughly thrown over
him, he was still semi asleep, but he sensed movement next to him but then
at the same time he realized that he was wet. {I've peed the bed,} was his
first thought. {That dream made me pee myself.  Shit, I've not done that
since I was six!} and that thought jerked him into full
consciousness. Feeling himself {Ergh what is this stuff it doesn't feel
like pee,} he thought, dipping his fingers into the gel like liquid,
touching his dick which was still hard but felt so sensitive, it left him
feeling uncomfy to touch it. {That dream was so real!}

"Mike E!"  Nath wanted his cousin to be awake, using his nickname. His
cousin's full name was Michael Edward, but everyone called him Mike E, but
it always came out as Mikey. The covers didn't move. "Mikey wake up!"
There was movement now in the bed next to him as thankfully his cousin
moved slightly.

"Hey little dude wassup? You having a bad dream or something?" Mike feigned
waking from a deep slumber.

"I was dreaming," Nathaniel said, still fighting his breathing as though
he'd run a marathon. He knew what he'd been dreaming about, but didn't want
to tell Mike about that.  "I think I've had an accident, I think I've wet
my bed," Nath finished kinda laimly. "What's wrong with me? I've not wet
the bed in years, not since I was six. Only it doesn't feel like wee, it's
sort of, like sticky, like gunky sticky."

"What do you mean like gunky? Go on, you better show me. I mean gunky pee
it could be serious, better check nothing is wrong with you." Mike watched
from under his covers as Nathaniel started to take his cover off
himself. He stopped half way.  "I can't." Nath said, realizing to his
embarrassment that his sleep shorts were down around his ankles and his
t-shirt was pulled up to his chin.  "Hang on, that's weird my PJ's are
down. I need to pull my sleep shorts up." Again Nath thought back to that
dream, was he dreaming though? It was another first for him, finding that
he had almost taken off all his sleep wear whilst sleeping.  "It's alright
I've seen you naked before, we used to bath together remember, so don't be
embarrassed. Go on, show me."

Mike knew what he was going to see of course, being as he was the one who
was responsible for it, but he still felt his teen cock pulse knowing he
was going to see his cousin, covered in his own teen spunk again. There was
something erotic about it, especially as this time it was going to be with
Nathanial's consent.

"What is this stuff?" Nath asked, as he removed his cover and pointed to
the fluid on his stomach.

"Whoa dude. You've had a wet dream. So go on, what were you thinking about
then? I bet it was a pretty girl in your school, wasn't it?" Mike
joked. "Shit! Look at how much you've produced, I've never produced that
much in my life." {Well not until just now. He thought,} "An' I started
sperming nearly two years ago."

"A wet dream and sperming?" Nath pulled the words into his brain, trying to
think where he had heard that term before.

"You know," Mike said. "You must have had the like, and he used two fingers
on both hands in a double finger bend 'sex ed talk' in school by now, I
mean I went to the same school you do and I remember them teaching us
about, and he used the inverted fingers again 'The changes that happen to
your body as you enter puberty' and sex and all of that stuff."

"So this is sperm then?" Nath asked, dipping his fingers into the goo again
and studying it. "Where are the tadpoles swimming in it?"

Mike burst out laughing

"You're not going to see them with the naked eye. You'd only see them
through a telescope."

Nath looked over towards his window where his telescope was set up.

"How do I see them through that?"

"Ah telescope, what am I on about? Idiot," Mike laughed again at his
mistake. "I mean microscope. You have to put them under a microscope to
see-em."

"How come it happened tonight? I mean like why hasn't it happened before?"
Nath was thinking of the dream again, it still made his penis give off that
pulse, sort of an echo to what he'd felt during the dream.

"I don't know," Mike replied. "It just sort of happens as you get
older. Hey, you might be able to do it again though."

"What," Nath stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like you might be able to produce some more spunk now. Like, do ya?
I mean, don't you wank off yet?" In all honesty, Mike had never managed to
cum more than once himself in anything under two hours. In fact after he
had cum he didn't feel sexual at all, but at the thought of teaching Nath
he felt his cock chubbed back up again, willing him to give it another go.

"How do you wank off?"

"You want me to show you?"

"Uh huh." At Nath's reply Mike started to move his sleeping bag aside.

"You can't tell anybody about this, you know right? This has to be our
little secret."

Nath nodded his confirmation.

"Pinky swear it." Mikey held out his little finger and Nath made the same
promise he had done four years earlier with Mr. P.

"So just take hold of your, what do you call your privates anyway, your
dick or willy, your weiner or your cock?"

"I guess willy, but it sounds kinda babyish now," Nath replied

"You still call it a willy? Nah, that's cute man. Well take hold of your
willy and rub that goo that you've produced in all over it, and all over
your balls as well. That's it, now pull your hoodie back."

"Huh?"

"You know, pull your skin back and show me your purple helmet."

Mike felt his cock become erect again, just watching his little cousin
rubbing his spunk all over his willy and balls, and pulling that foreskin
back again, it didn't take much until Nath willy was stiff again.

Mikey remembered that back from when he was having sex with Mr. Pitcher
when he was nine he could go two to three hours, without his stiffey ever
really going down at all, in that time. Mr. Pitcher would cum, and then his
erection would drop and Mikey would play with Mr. P's soft cock. But his
own dick always remained stiff until eventually Mr. P's cock would become
fully erect again, and a longer time and he would cum a second time.

Mike looked over his cousin, seeing his dick standing like a flag
pole. It's obviously different once you can produce sperm. He
thought. Excellent. I get to teach our Nath to wank. He threw the sleeping
bag off him, proudly showing Nath his erect young teen cock with a few
freshly grown pubes above it.  "Now watch! This is how you wank."

******

Written by a dyslexic writer on a mobile phone. Initially posted on PZA
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