Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 11:28:42 +0800 From: Larry Flint Subject: Two Sets of Brothers I don't pretend to be a writer of any sort, all I know is that it brings me pleasure. If it brings you pleasure, gets you hard, whatever...I'd love to hear from you. All flames cheerfully ignored. Now a disclaimer...although I don't know what for, it's not like this will get published in a major magazine....but, whatever, here goes: This story is my property. Copyright 2004 by Phangasm, all rights reserved, batteries not included. The following contains consentual sex among men and boys, including family members and prepubesent minor boys. If this offends you, then it would be a good idea to simply leave and not read it. Also, this may be illegal where you are, so you may want to think twice about downloading it and saving it on your drive....or even reading it for that matter. If you are under legal age (depending where you are, the world can't seem to agree on an age of consent....hmmmmm) then you shouldn't be here in the first place.....on the other hand, if your parents are stupid enough to leave you alone in a room with an internet connection, then you may as well get naked and jack off. Although the star character in this story is myself, I assure you that it is a work of fiction. Some of the characters are based on people I met in real life, but that's as far as it goes. Enjoy! phangasm@operamail.com 1. Prologue - Me. This story is about me. It may sometimes wander back and forth between my childhood and who I am now, and for that I apologize...I will try to keep it in sequence as best I can. Who am I? I write internet smut. My favorite is adult/youth/incest. I have written several stories, but have only really posted three. These stories actually exist, you can check them out in the NIFTY archive in the GAY/INCEST section. They are, in the order I posted them, "My Nephew Mike", "Little Donny's Brother" and, most recently, "The Route." As I state in my disclaimer, I don't pretend to know how to write. I don't always change paragraphs when I should, the grammer sometimes is really bad, etc...but hey, English was not my best subject in school, and I can live with that. For the record, my best subject was PE, or "Physical Education." What could be better than being surrounded by your peers, naked and soapy-slippery-wet in the shower? ...and they GRADED you for it, too! If they graded for "hard-on control", I would have been at the top of my class. I use the handle "Phangasm," or "'gasm" for short. I use Larry Flint, another smut peddler, as my name. I start off my stories with the same disclaimer...that I'm not a real writer and if you can dig that, then read on, if not, fuck off. I tell my younger readers that they probably shouldn't be reading this shit, but as long as they are here they may as well get naked and jack off. Those of you who have read my earlier stuff probably have figured out that I do not have a lot of respect for laws concerning "Age Of Consent." I think if a boy is hard, he should do something about it....if he wants an older dude to help him out with that, it should be up to him, not some dickwad politician. If you have read my stories, (my stories ARE a prerequisite to this one, so if you haven't read them, please go and read them now....kidding) then you know that I dig boys. Not just as fishing buddies and to go to the movies and baseball games with, although that is cool and I have done all that frequently.....but to have sex with as well. I'm not just talking about older 16 - 18 year olds, although there is nothing wrong with them and I would never kick one out of my bed for eating crackers. I'm talking 8 - 14 year old boys, naked on my living room floor...getting down and dirty. Have you ever had your face between the legs of a 9-year-old boy? I have. Don't get me wrong...I don't "stalk" young boys, hiding behind trees near playground restrooms in a trenchcoat wearing nothing underneith. I have just been lucky...been in the right place at the right time, or have friends that have kids....or their kids have friends, and so on. Although most people would probably refer to me as a "pedophile", or a "monster", or perhaps a "predator", one thing is certain...I have never, and let me emphasize this...N E V E R...forced a boy to do anything he didn't want to do. On that statement I could stake my life and win. Besides, what fun would that be, forcing a boy to do something he doesn't want to do? If he's not enjoying himself, then neither am I. The more pleasure he's feeling, the more I'm into it. I am not ashamed of what I am, but it's very tough going sometimes. It can be very lonely...like now, for instance. I have not been close to a boy for better than 6 years. My last young friend, who I will tell you about somewhere in these paragraphs, is now 21. We are still great friends, but I don't see him very often anymore. He met a really great girl and spends most of his time with her. He doesn't smoke, do drugs or use alcohol excessively....something that I had a hand in. I was more than just his lover, I was his friend and mentor and taught him more about life, love and sex in the short 5 years we were together than most boys learn in their entire teen years. I will get to that later. I have always liked boys, even when I was one. I had no desire to grow up. No desire to drive a car, get a job, get married and all the other shit that comes with being a man. Had I stayed a child for my entire life, I would be truly happy. I never put a "label" on myself when I was a child. Even though I liked other boys, I never thought of myself as myself "gay" or "homo". I figured I would grow up and marry a woman and have kids just like people are supposed to. I figured my experimentations with my peers was just play time...I didn't think I would always be this way. When I was eight or so, the next-door neighbor and I (I can't recall his name) would "play." There was a 4 foot by 4 foot concrete storm drainage tunnel running under the road beside my house. We would crawl in and remove our clothes, spreading them out so we didn't have to lay on the cold concrete, then we would lay on top of each other and rub. The first time we did this, I was fucking HOOKED. It felt so warm, soft and best of all, so NAUGHTY....so FORBIDDEN. That's probably because children are taught that sex is taboo at an early age...no wonder we are so fucking confused and scared during puberty! We are taught that nakedness during childhood is something that happens in the bedroom (getting ready to sleep) or the bathroom (bathing, etc.). It's funny how we will let our children watch movies in which people slash, hack, kick, punch, and blow up each other, yet sex videos are forbidden. You could go to jail for showing a child a movie where people are naked and pleasurin g each other in a way that is completely natural, a part of being human, but not for showing them "Friday the 13th" or "Scream" in which countless people DIE bloody, horrible deaths. Now I ask you, honestly, how utterly TWISTED is that? I'm wandering again, please forgive me....the sex is coming, in abundance. When I finally hit puberty, I slowly began to realize that I was not like the other boys in school. I wasn't worried that I didn't have a girlfriend or a date for prom. I thought girls were alright, but not like boys. I couldn't wait until PE class, where I could watch while 20 or more of them would strip off their clothes right before my eyes! Like I said earlier, maintaining a "soft" was not an easy task. After school, I would race to my room to change out of my school clothes and stand before my full-length mirror naked, jacking off....thinking about all the different naked bodies I had seen. This part of school life is so hard to explain to a straight person. I have a straight adult friend, one of my only friends that knows all about me. Once he asked me how hard it was being gay in Junior High at age 14. I said, imagine yourself at 14 in gym class...the GIRL'S gym class, changing, showering, sweating. That's what it was like. Imagine being naked with the object or OBJECT S of your lust and nobody noticed or cared. He got the picture. When I was 13, another neighbor boy who was my age, Dave, lived next door with his grandmother. He would call me whenever she was out. She would sometimes drive to a neighboring city which was about 30 miles away from the small town where we lived. Since his grandmother drove, well...like a grandma, we knew we had at least 3 hours to fuck around. We'd usually get naked, play with each other a bit and then lay on each other and shoot off...then clean up with a rag. This one time, he had lotioned up my butt-crack and was sliding his stiff meat up and down when his dick slipped down further....he was close to shooting when he accidentally slipped inside me. He told me later that he noticed it started feeling a whole lot better. I didn't share his enthusiasm at first, but I didn't say anything cause he was so close to cumming. Then I noticed....Hey...this don't feel to bad....man....this feels fucking GREAT! When he finally raised his chest off my back and looked down to see what that awesome feeling was, he stopped right away, telling me he was sorry. I proceeded to tell him that everything was cool and PLEASE DON'T STOP! Even with Dave next door to fuck me a couple times a week...I was still more interested in the boys my 8 year old sister hung out with....so much so that I started hanging with them as well, which would probably be looked upon as weird today, but back then, people were not as paranoid as they are today. A couple of the boys started showing up at my house even if my sister Tammy wasn't home. Eventually, I talked them into playing High Card Strip Poker, where each player would draw a card from the top of the deck, low card removes a piece of clothing....I would stack the deck ahead of time, and them, being 8 years old never thought to shuffle the cards. I never thought twice or felt guilty about cheating. I loved seeing them naked...their little bodies so smooth and hairless. They would ooooo and ahhhhh over my naked body when I would finally let them see me, commenting about my pubes and the size of my cock. One of the two, Russell, finally had the nerve to ask if he could tou ch it when we were alone one day. I, of course, said yes. Before the afternoon was over, I had sucked his hairless little dick, licked his nut sack and laid on him, rubbing gently until I came all over him. He thought this was mega-cool and we shared many more times together. I want to tell you some of my adventures in more detail, but first I want to tell you about two very special boys that I never had sex with, they are my two nephews. At the time I want to relate, John was 10 and Steve was 13. Not only did I never have sex with them, I never tried. Our relationship was completely platonic, and I was fine with that. My nephews were good looking boys, I saw them naked more times than I could count and their bodies were awesome, and I really can't explain why I didn't, or better yet COULDN'T....it just wasn't LIKE that, if you can dig that. It would have somehow cheapened our friendship....or, perhaps the easiest way would be to say it would be like having sex with your mother...get it? John and Steve were my FRIENDS...they were too cool and we had tons of adventures together. I did however, meet a few boys through them. The first one that I want to tell you about (I really don't know if I will get to any or all of the others in this writing) is Jason. In the stories that I write, every boy wants to do it....with the coach, with dad or with the bus driver, because that's the way it is in my deepest fantasies. In real life, it's not so easy. It can be very delicate work. I know of kids that would screw around for a bit of cash (and I am sad to admit that I've taken that road), or just because they thought it was taboo or naughty (I played around with a few of those). But the one that was hard to find was the one who actually wanted to DO IT because it fucking FEELS GOOD. They are the ones that found *YOU*. The other boys you had to work on a bit, but when a nine-year old starts throwing around the little hints that you would normally throw at HIM, it's kinda scary at first. That's the way it was with Jason, and I sensed it the first night I met him. 2. Jason Jason was the coolest nine year old alive in my eyes. He had light brown hair, sparkling brown eyes (I fucking DIE for brown eyes!!) and a smile that could turn your legs to jello. When we met, I found out in the first minute we were together that he slept in the nude, or "in the raw" as he called it....the way he grinned when he said it...my cock was hard as a rock in an instant. I knew in that first hour that I would have him, but I didn't know yet how intense it would get. Back then I lived in the country on a stretch of gravel. I had just moved in a week before the time I'm going to relate. I was the only house for about a mile. What was really cool was my nephews lived about two miles down the highway. My nephews and I had plans to go to a football game and John asked if his new friend could join us. Me, never passing up the oppertunity to meet a new boy, said yes. I picked them up first, then we went into town to pick up John's new friend, Jason. We pulled up in front of his house and John reached over my shoulder and tooted the horn...I hate when he does that shit, and I was about to tell him when Jason came out onto the porch, grinning that grin I was telling you about. He was a skinny little guy with brown hair and eyes to match...a face that was so angelic that one could almost cry looking at it, and the dimples....oh my God. I was a loss for words. Steve was shotgun and John was in the back. Jason got into the back. "Hey, guys! What's up? We gonna take 'em tonight or what?" he said. He wasn't shy around the new adult, and that turned me on almost as much as his grin. "YEAH!" We all shouted. The hometown boys needed one more win in order to get to the playoffs. When my nephews asked me to take them, I agreed right away...high school boys in tights was always cool. "Jason, this is my uncle Larry." John said. "Larry, Jason." "Dude." I said. "Hey." he said, grinning once again. I drove off with my dick rising in my jeans. "I know you thought we were going to my place after the game," John said to Jason, "But we're gonna stay at Larry's...is that cool?" "Yeah, no problem....I sleep in the raw, though." Jason said, and giggled. My nephews were looking at him, you could tell they were thinking, "Yeah, right." But I knew that he was serious...the mischivious grin said it all...this kid might lie or joke around about a lot of things, but I could tell right away that he didn't fuck around when it came to being naked....and this would be a long evening for me waiting to see if I was right. "You could probably run naked through the yard screaming," I said, my cock fully hard and aching against my jeans, "and we wouldn't notice." "Hell, nobody would," Steve added. "Larry lives out in the middle of fucking nowhere." "You guys swear in front of Larry?" Jason asked, grinning again. If he didn't quit that, I wouldn't be able to get out of the car. "Yup," I said. "Don't give a fuck....just don't go telling everyone that you cuss in front of me. I would never hear the end of it." "Cool." Jason said. At halftime, my nephews went for snacks. Jason stayed with me...I had figured he would. "So," he said, grinning that infectious grin, "Where am I sleeping tonight?" "I figure we'd all camp out on the living room floor." "Cool...how do you sleep?" he asked, looking up at me and smirking. He didn't even flush red or anything. "On my side, mostly." I replied and was rewarded with a nine-year-old fist on my arm. I grinned. "Same as you, buddy." I said, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Fuckin' bare-ass naked." The smile threatened to split his face. "Really?" he asked. "Ever since I was twelve and got a room of my own." I replied softly. He put his hand on my shoulder. It was October, and it was a cool night. I was wearing a jacket and I swear I could feel the warmth of his little hand through the thick cloth. It was like a small electric shock. Blood rushed into my cock, which was at an awkward angle in my jeans...I was instantly in pain, but the fucker wouldn't go down. With his hand on my shoulder, he pulled me down to his level. He whispered to me so the crowd around us wouldn't hear. "I just fucking LOVE sleeping in the raw." He said, his lips almost touching my ear, his warm breath on my face. I thought I might pass out. "Me too." I said truthfully. As a kid, I couldn't wait till my oldest sister moved away to go to college, which meant getting out of the room I shared with my oldest brother. Tom really didn't know I existed, he was around 17, I was 12...we had nothing in common, but I didn't care that he didn't notice me, but he was THERE. He would have given me all kinds of shit if he caught me sleeping bare-assed. My first night in my own private room, I had locked the door, stripped naked, jumped on the bed, did cartwheels and finally slipped between the cool sheets naked as the day I was born...it was so cool. The 15 minute half-time was over in a flash and my nephews were sitting beside us once again, cheering on the home boys, who were up by a touchdown, 7 - 14, which ended up being the final score. The ride back to my place was great, we talked and laughed, gave each other shit and discussed the game in detail. The half-hour ride was over before we knew it. By the time we got in the house, I had to piss right away. When I returned to the living room, John and Jason were channel surfing on the TV. Jason was already stripped down to his t-shirt and underwear. John was wearing the oversized shorts he always slept in. Another thing that I must explain, although those of you who have read my stories already know this. I have no idea what it is about a boy in white cotton briefs that drives me crazy. Fruit of the loom, BVD, Hanes, Tommy, Joe Boxer....brand doesn't matter, as long as they are white, and as long as they are briefs. Jason's were Fruit of the Loom's, the kind for boys with the blue band around the elastic. I was practically drooling...I couldn't wait to see the little fucker naked. I was staring. I couldn't help it. The kid noticed me and I tried to look away, but I wasn't fast enough. He was grinning from ear to ear. I looked down again and noticed he was getting hard. He noticed too and leaned forward so John wouldn't see. This night was going to be so awesome. Or not. Steve has allergies, and they were driving him crazy today. I had just moved into this house and with work and all, hadn't had time to dust it completely. To make a long story short, after an hour of watery eyes and sneezing, I left the two younger boys to take the miserable teenager home. My sister was out, so I made sure he took some medication and got to bed. The entire trip could not have taken 20 minutes, yet by the time I got back, both boys were tucked under their blankets on my living room floor, sound asleep with the TV on. It had been a long, active evening for the boys, I was crushed, knowing that I had missed my oppertunity that evening. Then I saw the pile that was Jason's clothes. On top of the jeans and t-shirt was a nice clean pair of boys underwear. Knowing that the little lump under the covers was his naked little boy-dick got me hard once again. I quicky stripped down to my underwear and set up next to the sleeping boy. Finally, slipping out of my undies I crawled under the covers, knowing I wouldn't sleep. I lay staring at the TV, glancing over at the beautiful boy next to me. After a while, Jason began to snore gently. I didn't want to steal. I figured that I wouldn't have to. I could tell by the way the boy was acting that he wanted to show me everything I wanted to see....but the day had gotten the better of him and he had fallen asleep. I got up and walked to the pile of clothes. I picked up his cotton underwear and put them to my face. Fantasic, delicious boy smells greeted my nose. I was instantly hard. I looked inside. No skid marks or yellow stains...he must of showered and put them on right before leaving. I placed them back pretty much the way I had found them. I turned my attention to the boy, moving to lay beside him. It was warm in my house, and a small amout of sweat had formed on his forehead. I placed my index finger gently there and wiped it off, then I placed my fingertips in his soft hair, playing gently there. He did not stir. I ran my fingers through his hair...so soft. I brought my face to his hair and inhailed, swooning. I wanted to take him in my arms right then and there, but managed to hold myself back. It would happen in good time. If not this weekend, then next, if not then, maybe the one after that. I would cheapen it if I took without permission. There was one thing I had no reservations in stealing however....a glance at his slim, sexy young body. I looked at his angelic face. He continued to snore softly. I got into a kneeling position beside him, then, ever so gently, I folded the covers back to the boy's knees. He sighed gently causing me to freeze. What if he opened his eyes right now? I remained frozen, his blanket in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest. Finally, his snores continued and it was only then that I noticed the beauty I had uncovered. Before me lay a little bronze god. His sculpted young chest was a delicious shade of tan, all the way down to his pelvic region, which was shockingly white in contrast, but it did not take away the from his beauty. His little three inch cocklet lay down on top of his perfect little ball sack. Of course, at nine, not one hair was in sight. His legs were parted slightly, I looked between and saw the start of his little crack, however his legs were not spread far enough for me to see the little puckered hole. In good time. About six inches below his little sack, his tan began again...soft, downy blond hair lightly covered his golden brown legs. I came back to my senses and noticed that drool was running down my chin. I caught it just before it dripped on the sleeping boy. Then, I gently pulled the covers over him, tucking them lovingly under his chin. Then, being unable to resist, I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Then I lay back down. I'm sure if I could have stepped out of myself and looked down, I would have saw a dazed man, a man who had just realized that after only 5 short hours, he was in love. I lay there for 3 hours before I slept. I decided at 2:00 AM that masturbation was needed. I sat up and reached across Jason, fetching his underwear once again. I lay down, placing them on my face, the narrow strip of cotton that was the crotch across my nose. Inhaling Jason's sweet boy odors, I came in less than a minute. I placed the boy's underwear back once again, then cleaned up the mess with an old t-shirt that I keep under the couch for just such occasions. An hour later, I was finally asleep. I awoke what seemed to be an eternity later, but it was only 7:00 AM. I had slept 4 hours, which wasn't bad, considering the circumstances. John lay on his side in the fetal position, his covers beside him, drool running down his face. It was considerably cooler this morning. I got up quickly and covered the boy. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." He moaned. I grinned as I returned to my makeshift bed. Beside me, Jason began to stir. His eyes opened, looking at me sleepily. "Good morning, little man." I whispered. He grinned a sleepy version of his grin, bringing himself up on his elbow. He glanced over me...then the grin threatened to split his face. I glanced behind me. My clothes were there, and just like his, my undies lay on top of the pile. I returned his grin, then made an exagerated effort to look at his pile of clothes. Although I would have not thought it possible, his grin widened further. Then suddenly, he was up. "I gotta fuckin' pee." He whispered as he threw back the covers. His piss boner stood straight up at about 4 inches. "Holy fuckin' shit, boy!" I whispered. He began to giggle, the kind of giggle that you use in the classroom when you don't want the teacher to hear you, but can never quite pull it off. He got up, still giggling, and showed me the part of him that I had missed the night before. As he walked away, he wiggled his little dimpled butt in an exagerated attempt to look sexy, which he pulled off with no problem. When he returned, his little penis was flacid, swinging back and forth as he walked. He pulled the covers over himself and grinned at me....that grin spoke louder than words. 'Ok, your turn', it said. I did not dissapoint him. I threw back the covers. I had managed to remain soft through sheer force of will. "Wow." he sighed. He sounded like a kid that is looking at Disneyland for the first time. "Fucker's big." I am not huge or anything, but my cock is quite fat. I am probably 6 inches soft, and 7.5 fully stiff. I grinned, then went to piss. I returned and got under my covers and was surprised when the boy came to me. He laid his head in the crook of my arm, he used his own covers, thank God. Had he laid that soft body next to mine, I would have came in an instant. However, the feel of his body laying next to mine, even though it was through 2 blankets, was enough to get me hard. Enjoying the smell of his soft hair once again, he talked softly to me. "What are we going to do today?" "Not sure...what do you want to do? We could go to town...to the park, or maybe fishing somewhere?" "That would be awesome." he said, then rolled towards me, placing his hand across my chest and closing his eyes as he snuggled. I was about to burst, but managed to hold off as I placed my hand on his soft back, rubbing gently. "Mmmmmmmmmm." He sighed. Moments later he was asleep once again. I knew at that moment that he was mine...we might not go any farther than this on this weekend, but that was ok. My hand massaged his soft, young back, then would drift onto his shoulder. I ran the fingers of my other hand through his hair. In all the years I had spent on this earth up to that moment, I could not honestly recall a happier moment. We lay like that for 20 minutes, then John began to stir. I slipped my arm from benieth Jason, then, grabbing my undies, I went to the kitchen. I stood in front of the fridge, sliding the elastic up over my rump, then opened it, retrieving milk and butter. I then placed 4 slices of bread in the toaster, went to the cupboard and retrieved several boxes of kids breakfast cereals that John, Steve and I enjoyed. Moments later, John and Jason appeared, John in his shorts and Jason in his underwear. "Nice hair, guys." I said, looking at their sleep-tosseled hair. The toaster popped up. "Get that, wouldya John?" I asked. John automatically went to the toaster and began buttering the toast. We had our morning routine when the guys stayed with me, and it usually went off without a hitch. "After breakfast, you get the shower first, John, then Jason, then me." "Do I have to be first? I wanna play Atari." "You usually like being first." "I'll be first." Jason said. "Ok, then me, then John will go last....but when I am out, you are in, I don't give a fuck what level you are on or how many lives you have, got it?" "Yeah yeah yeah." He said, then, under his breath, yet loud enough so he knew I could hear, he muttered, "Fuckin' prick." I turned. "How's that?" I asked, walking swiftly to where he was buttering toast. His work forgotten, John dropped the toast onto the counter and ran for the living room. I caught him before he was halfway there, taking him down to the carpet in an instant, tickling him unmercifully. "OH CHRIST!! NO!!!!......PLEASE UNCLE LARRY!!! STOP!!!!!" He screamed, giggling. "If I go long enough," I told Jason, who was watching with a grin, "He WILL wet his pants." Then, turning my attention to John once again I said "THEN you won't mind showering first, will you, you spoiled rotten little fucking brat." I had stopped tickling and had his arms held over his head. The boy still giggled, tears were streaming down his face. "Perhaps you would like to assist, Jason...his pits are so extremely sensative, but I can never his arms up and tickle at the same time." I said, grinning down at my nephew. "NO!!.....NO WAY!!" He screamed as Jason walked over to us. "C'MON JASE!! .....I'M YOUR *FRIEND*, DUDE!!" Jason knelt beside his friend, then, placing his fingers on my nephews sensative armpits, he began to tickle. It was like being on top of a wild bull. Squeels filled the room. "Better stop, if he wets he will get me too." Finally, I let my nephew up and we managed to get through breakfast. After, Jason headed for the shower and John headed for the TV. I gathered my clothes and was in the bathroom just in time to see Jason step out, soaking wet. I had never in my life seen anything so fucking beautiful. Have any of you ever seen a boy naked and shiny-wet, not a picture off the net, but in person and up close? I have seen several, most paled in comparison to this shiny-tan little god. "Have a good shower?" I asked. "Yeah, felt great." he said as he moved the towel across his little chest. "Cool." I said, slipping out of my underwear. "Could you dry my back?" He asked. "Sure....turn around, little man." I gently ran the towel across his back, feeling the firm muscles under the cloth. I worked my way downward. I noticed beads of water on his little ass, so I simply continued down, wiping the firm globes. I continued down his legs, noticing how muscular they were. Then I took him by the shoulders and turned him around, drying his little arms, then places on his chest that he missed. "Next time....do you think...." He started, then stopped as I ran the towel gently back and forth across his little chest. I noticed his little nipples harden at my touch....then I noticed that was not the only thing hardening. "What buddy?" I asked, bringing my face down to his. I was drying his abdomen now. "Maybe.." he said so softly I could hardly hear him as the towel slipped lower, "Next time, after John goes to sleep....I could maybe...maybe sleep....with you?" "I think," I said, moving the towel lower, I could now feel his stiff little cock under the cloth. I moved my lips to his ear, whispering, "We could probably make that happen." The boy's eyes were closed as I gently dried his stiff little meat, slowly stroking it's length. I wanted to simply drop the towel, but I didn't want to move that quickly...I wanted to give him something to think about until the next time we were together. "But if you do," I continued as my towel-covered hand dropped to his balls, "You can't ever tell a soul....do you understand?" The boy had began to weave slightly as he stood, parting his legs to give me better access to his genitals. His eyes were still closed as he let go a long, whispered sigh. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I dropped the towel and stopped rubbing. I brought my hand up under his chin and raised his little head. "Jason....do you understand? Never a soul...not anyone, not your best friend, no one." He opened his beautiful brown eyes and looked directly into mine. I could have easily melted into a pile on the floor. What have I done? I asked myself. My God, I've fallen for him. "I promise." He whispered. I could see in his eyes that I was not the only one who had fallen. I took his head in my hands and gently kissed his forehead, then grinned. "Get dressed." I said, standing up, forgetting that I was..... "Holy shit!" He half whispered. .....of course, rock hard. I wiggled it at him. The boy giggled as he groped for his undies, not wanting to take his eyes of my swollen dick. "Get dressed, little man." Grinning wide, he said, "I like when you call me 'Little Man'." He was the picture of innocence. I wanted to scoop him into my arms. Instead, I closed the shower door and turned on the water. I used very little hot water that morning. I showered and then yelled for my nephew as I was slipping on my underwear. "John, shower!" "Yeah, just a sec!" "NOW!!" "Jesus...take this, Jason." I heard him mumble. John simply HATED to be interrupted while he was playing, especially since I followed his mother's rules and didn't ever let him play very long. Susan despises video games, saying that the rot young minds. I halfway agree with her, thinking that harm springs from excess. Video games were still finding their place at this time. The Playstation, X-Box, and even the original Nintendo were years down the road. At this time, I had the second generation Atari, which I think was the 5400. A year or two later I bought a Colecovision. I walked into the living room. Jason was playing some cowboy shoot 'em up, one that John had to beg me for weeks to get. "Hey pal." "Hey. John says we can come here again next weekend. Is that ok?" "Hell yes." I said moving in behind the boy and kneeling down, placing my hands on his shoulders, gently kneeding. "Feels good." He said. "It's supposed to." "What will we do next weekend?" "Not sure yet...we'll have fun, don't you worry." I buried my nose in his soft, freshly-showered brown hair and inhailed as I continued to massage his shoulders. I heard the shower turn off. Placing my hands on his firm young chest, I leaned in and kissed his soft neck slowly, tasting him, gently rubbing his chest. "We gotta get ready to go." I said, still tasting. The game controller had fallen into his lap, I looked into his face, his eyes were closed. "Like that, huh, little man?" "Yes." Slapping his chest and raising up, I said "Let's go, buddy." "Awww." he pouted. "You are very cute when you pout." I said, grinning. He grinned. "Can I see it again real quick? ...Please?" I hooked my thumb in the elastic band of my underwear and pulled down. My half-hard cock fell into the open air. "Wow." he said again. The bathroom door opened and I put my dick away. I headed for my bedroom to dress. Jason powered off the Atari and TV, then followed me. John was in there already, standing in his underwear. Such a good looking looking young man...to bad he's my nephew. He was picking out what he would wear. Both Steve and John had a drawer each in my dresser, plus room to hang shirts in my closet. "Did you get any farther?" John asked Jason. "Nah...I'm not very good at that one yet." "Dress, boy." I said, slapping John's cotton-clad butt lightly. "Man, you are such a hard-ass this morning." He grumbled. "Hey...c'mere." I said to the boy. John came to me and I took him in my arms. "Sorry kiddo. I just have a lot going on today....forgive me?" "I guess, If I hafta." he grumbled into my shoulder. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away so I could see his face. He was grinning. I returned it, kissing the boy on the forehead before rising to pick out clothing. After we got dressed, we drove into town. I had so much to do on the house, that I decided to drop John off at the grocery store and take Jason home while he shopped. When I pulled up at Jason's house, I turned to look at the boy, grinning. He looked miserable, tears were standing in his eyes threatening to flow. "Hey...hey...what's this all about? We had fun, right?" I said, placing my index finger under his brown eyes, wiping the tears that threatened to fall. If it's one thing I can't stand to see, it's a boy crying. It tears me up inside. "I...I don't wanna go home yet." He said. "I will see you one week from yesterday. Only 6 days." An idea struck me. "Here, give me your wallet." "Huh?" he said with half a smile. "I don't have any money in there." "I don't want your money, you silly shit." I said grinning wide. He grinned at this, his tears drying up. He reached into his pocket and handed me his wallet. I took a piece of paper from my notepad and jotted down my phone number. "Don't show this to anyone." I said, stowing it behind a picture of him and his dog. "If you are left alone some night, or if you can get to a phone by yourself...call me, ok?" "Cool." He said, the trademark grin returning. "Here," I said, handing him a tissue from the dispenser on the dashboard, "Your folks will think I've been beating you or something." He giggled, mopping his face with the tissue. "I'll miss you, little man." I whispered. "I'll miss you more." He said with a sly smile, his little nine-year-old fist connecting with my arm. "Ow!" I said in mock pain. With that, he opened the door and was gone, turning to wave as I drove off. Looking back I waved in return, then he turned and entered his house. Had I knew that it would be 3 weeks until he came to my place again, I might have cried too...but I managed to see him again before that. *** I didn't eat much during that week, or sleep. I went to work each day. I cleaned my new rental place each night so Steve could visit again. Then, on Thursday night, the phone rang. "Hello?" I said, expecting Steve or John, or perhaps Susan. No one else ever called it seemed. "Larry?" "Yes.....?" It took me a second to realize it was Jason. "Oh hey dude! How they hangin?" "I just called to say that I can't...." He began to cry, hitching and sobbing so hard that he could not speak. "Hey, little man...calm down buddy." I said, concerned about what anyone listening on his end would think. "Who's there with you, dude." "My...my brother....he's...he's up in his...room." he sobbed. "What's the problem, pal?" "I'm...I'm...fuuu...fucking GROUNDED!" he began to cry hard then. I was heartbroken. "For how long, dude?" "For thr...three fuu...fucking weeks....I haa...HATE my mom!! ...I fucking...HATE HER!!" he sobbed. "Calm down, buddy...calm down so you can talk to me, ok? You know we will see each other again...just calm down, ok?" "O....k" he sobbed. I stood with the phone to my ear, listening as his sobs became less intense. "OK, buddy...just stay calm ok? What happened?" "I got in a fight at school." "Huh?" "I didn't start it....fucking Tyler Mason started giving me shit, calling me names and shit. I tried to just keep going, walking away, but he was in my face...asked me where I was going, then he called me chicken shit." I knew what was coming next. "I punched his fucking nose." "Oh Jesus, Jason." I sighed. "He got me in the eye before the teachers pulled us apart." "Holy shit." I sighed. "I got a shiner...." He said proudly, and I couldn't help but grin, "But HE was BLEEDING from his nose!" Then I could hear him getting upset again. "No TV or games, I can't go out...and I can't see you this weekend." He began to cry again, I waited. I heard him move the phone away from his face, then the sound of him blowing his nose. "Where's your folks?" I asked. "Out...at a....meeting...for dad's work. They won't be home until after midnight." An idea formed...a dangerous one, but shit, I could not wait 3 weeks. I would melt away to nothing. "How close does your brother watch you?" "Shit....he's on his phone with his girlfriend. He doesn't even know that I'm here." "Do you think you could leave...for an hour, an hour and a half? Around 8:30? .....do you have a bike?" "Yeah....I got a bike...where would I go?" "To the park..it's cold, there won't be anybody there." "Why the park? ...I don't get...." "I will meet you there." "Really? but how...the gates would be closed for winter...you couldn't get your car..." "I won't be driving...I will be on MY bike also." "But you are miles from here! How..." "Damn, you ask a lot of questions!" I said, grinning. He giggled. "I will drive over that way, park on a gravel and get my bike out of the trunk. I will only have to ride 3 miles or so." "Wow....too cool!" He said. "It's 6:30 now..why do we have to wait so long?" "Sheesh!" I exclaimed, causing giggles. "It has to be full DARK, boy." "Cool." "You are about a 10 minute ride from the park. At about 8:15, go to your brother and tell him you are going to bed...try to act depressed, don't act like anything is up. Put a blanket and pillow under your covers....but if I am right, he probably won't care anyway and won't bother to look. Then, sneak out...do you have to go past his door to get out?" "No...and he will have it closed anyway. When he is done talking to his girlfreind, he will look at naked girls on his computer...I caught him at it one night!" he giggled. "Ok, kid. Be careful riding in the dark.....if anything would happen to you...." "I will...I'll take back streets." "I will see you in a while." "Too cool." "See ya in a while, dude." I said. "Bye." At 8:00, I parked my car on a lesser-traveled gravel road about 3, 3 1/2 miles from the park, then donned my jacket and got my bike out of the trunk. The gravel part of the ride sucked, but once I reached pavement, it was smooth going. I arrived at the park gates at 8:15. Wheeling my bike through the narrow gap between the gate and the fence, I entered the park. I rode to the restroom. Hopefully, Jason would be telling his brother that he was hitting the sack about now. I waited, feeling like a pervert. Maybe I was, but at this point, I HAD to see him. I glanced at my watch. 8:30. I began to get nervous...I figured he would be early. 5 minutes later, I began to get scared. Where the fuck was he? Finally, at 8:40, right when I had entered sheer panic and was going to go looking for the boy, I saw a short, shadowy figure at the gate. The boy rode along the narrow road. I never told him where we should meet. "Larry!" he whispered. He looked petrified. I had never thought that sending a nine-year-old to the park after dark would be a frightening experience. "Buddy...over here!" I said softly. He turned, dropping his bike and running toward me. "Larry!!" he whispered. I hunkered down and he fell into my arms, burying his face in my neck. "My God, boy...I've missed you so...I just had to see you, I didn't want to get you in trouble, but I had to see you!" I held him. He was crying. I had my hand under his jacket, rubbing his back over his t-shirt. "It's ok.....'sok, dude." I soothed. Finally, I picked him up, my hands cradling his soft little butt, to behind the restroom where I had my bike....and my sleeping bag laid out on the ground. I sat the boy down, gently wiping his tears. "Ow!" he said. "Oops, I forgot." I said, reaching for the penlight in my shirt pocket. I flicked the switch, a very small area was bathed in soft light. His little left eye was a beautiful shade of purple and half-swollen shut. "Holy shit, Rocky!" I said, causing him to giggle. "Let me fix this." I said. Gently, I moved my face to his, placing a light kiss on his eye, running my fingers through his hair. >From there, I moved my lips up to his forehead, kissing gently, then down to his cheek, the left then the right...all the time, running my fingers through his soft brown hair. Finally I came to his beautiful, full lips. I placed my lips against his. Although it was a dry kiss, I will never forget it as long as I live. His arms wrapped around my neck as he pressed his lips to mine. It lasted about a minute before we parted, grinning. We looked into each others eyes in the soft glow of my little flashlight. I moved in again, this time I placed my mouth over his, tasting his lips. I moved away again, smiling at him. "I...I don't know how to kiss like that." He said shyly, smiling. "Here," I said softly as I moved in again. "Give me your tongue." I placed my mouth over his once again. His warm, wet little tongue entered my mouth. I tasted it, swirling my own tongue around the tip, gently moving my lips against his. This lasted for a little better than a minute before we parted, gazing into each other's eyes. "Awesome." he sighed, bringing his mouth to mine this time, opening it wide as our lips met. I placed my tongue into his mouth, moving it around as his tongue flicked at it. I moved us to a laying position as the kiss intensified. I fumbled with my hand, finding the edge of his jacket, my hand clumsily worked it's way under, then under his t-shirt. "Mmmmmm." He moaned into my mouth as my hand slowly rubbed his soft, young chest...I had never felt anything so silky-smooth in my life. The kiss continued as I pulled my hand out of his shirt and found the zipper to his little jacket, pulling it down. It was much easier to get under his shirt now and I began to feel him up in earnest. His little nipples hardened at my touch as my hand floated back and forth, then down over his smooth belly. I finally broke the kiss that had lasted over 3 minutes and moved my way down to his sweet little neck, tasting, licking. I moved my hand from under his shirt, down, gently cupping, squeezing his left buttock on top of his jeans. I moved my face away from his. "Sit up, dude." I said. He obeyed immediately. I began taking off his coat. He helped, shrugging it off his shoulders. I then reached for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Then I stopped and looked into his eyes. "Jason...." I stammered, searching for words. "Is this what you want?" I asked, searching his sweet young face. "I don't want to do anything that you don't want me to....do you want....do you want to do it with me?" I ran my fingers through his soft hair, searching his sweet young face in the dim light of the flashlight. I saw the answer there even before he spoke. I placed my fingers against the side of his face. He brought his small hand up and took mine. "Yes...." He said finally, smiling. "Please." He reached over and pulled down my jacket zipper, I shrugged out of the garment. He then pulled my t-shirt over my head. I pulled him into my arms as we lay down, facing each other. I pulled the sleeping bag over us as our lips met again, my hands wandering over his smooth back. Then I rolled the boy onto his back, kissing his face, his neck. I moved my lips onto his little chest, kissing. When I reached his left nipple, I swirled my tongue gently around it, feeling it harden. My hand, which had been rubbing his soft belly, moved down to the button on his jeans. I undid it as I began to suck at his nipple. I moved my mouth to his right one as I worked his zipper down. "aahhhhhhhhhh." He whispered. I slipped my hand slowly down into jeans, placing it on the soft cotton of his underwear, feeling his hardness there. His breathing quickened, his young chest rising and falling as I gently rubbed him up and down, up and down. I looked up at his face. I could see his wonderful smile in the dim light. I rose and pulled the covers off the boy. Moving down by his hips, I grabbed the waistline of his jeans. He raised his little ass, allowing me to pull them down. Then I removed his shoes and pulled his pants off over his socks. When I reached for his undies, he raised up right away. Then, there he was, lying before me, naked, save for his white socks. His little cock standing up and throbbing, his little body shivering in the cold. "Don't worry pal...you'll be nice and toasty in a second." I said. Quickly, I removed the rest of my own clothing, my aching prick sprang free at last. I rose above this nine-year-old I had met only last week, then gently lowered myself onto him. When our naked bodies finally touched, it was fucking electric. "Oh God." I sighed, "Ohhhh my God, Jason." I began to move my ass, my fat man-dick slid up and down on his little boy-meat. It was the most fantastic feeling ever. "Ohhhhhhh my fucking GOD, boy....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I sighed. I felt his little body begin to shake again, only he was not cold anymore but quivering in pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes." He sighed, raising his sweet little legs, wrapping them around my ass. I could feel his little feet hitting my ass as I humped, felt his hot breath on my chest as he breathed heavily in and out. I felt myself getting closer to busting a nut, so I slowed, then brought my face to his. He continued to move his little hips, grinding his little cock into my tummy. I could see in the dim light that his face was twisted in concentration. He grunted with each exhale "uhh...uhh." I could feel his entire body shudder as waves of pleasure took him. "Uhhhh...I'mmm...gonna get it...uhhhh." he grunted. "You gonna cum, buddy?" I breathed. "Yeah.." He sighed, "'Cept nothing.... will come... out of my... dick." "Yeah.....you cum, little man." I whispered as I began licking his delicate little neck. I ended up holding myself above him with my head, pressing it into the sleeping bag right beside his head as my hands wandered over his small frame, finally ending up on the soft globes of his little ass. I squeezed the tight little mounds of flesh as I felt them tighten and relax, tighten and relax. My neck was beginning to cramp. Holding his little ass, I rolled us over. The kid never missed a stroke, moving his little ass up and down, his stiff little meat poking my belly. He began to pick up speed, his breath shuddering in and out. He raised his head, moaning as the dry orgasm took him. He pushed his little prick into my body and held fast, I squeezed his rock-hard butt as I felt his cocklet spasm. "Ahhhhhh....ahhhhhhhh.....uuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhh......................" He relaxed his body and fell onto me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Panting, he kissed my neck. My hands moved over his ass, onto his back and then back down again. "You thought that was pretty good I guess?" I said. He raised his head, still gasping. "You're brilliant....what was your best clue...the moaning, or heavy breathing?" He said, grinning. I reached for his ribs, tickling. The boy squeeled and giggled. I wondered about the time and stopped tickling the boy. I held my watch to the slowly dimming flashlight. We had been in the park about a half-hour already. "Man, we need to get you home, dude...I don't want you grounded longer." "You need to cum first." He said, still grinning. "How do you know so much about all this shit?" "My brother." "You do it with him?" "Nah....I don't think he'd do that....He caught me playing with myself one night, and then he taught me how to jerk off. He's really an ok guy at times." I continued to rub the boy's back and ass, my cock, which hadn't touched the boy in over 5 minutes was still hard and aching for release. "How old is he?" "Justin is 15....he came into my room like we were pals and all. He saw what I was doing and said that he could show me how to make myself feel really good....that he had been doing it since he was 10 or so, but it started getting really awesome around 12 or 13." "So what did he do?" I asked, forgetting the time I was so intrigued. "He was in his underwear and he took 'em off and layed beside me on the bed. His cock was already hard, and he took it in his hand and started pumping up and down...he closed his eyes and his mouth hung open, and he was breathing funny, so I could tell that it felt really good. He told me to do the same thing....I was a little clumsy, so he told me to hold it tighter, to go faster....then I felt this awesome little tickle starting in my dick...or my balls...anyway, it kept getting better. I could see Justin watching me, smiling. I kept it up, going faster and harder, then finally it felt so good that I moaned and raised my butt off the bed." "Cool." I said. "Then he asked me if it felt good, I said hell yeah. He said that's how it used to be for him, and that now he could squirt cum. I asked what he meant and he showed me...he started jackin' off, and I could tell when his hips started pumpin' and he was moaning that he was getting that awesome feeling. Then this white sticky shit starts squirtin' out of his cock and splashing all over his chest and he's moanin'...then he stops, breathing hard. It was so fucking cool." "You ever do it more than that time?" "Yeah....and I was all horny for it when he told me early in the day that we could jerk off together...I wanted to...I wanted to play with him....maybe jerk it for him...is that pretty sick?" I couldn't believe this kid's honesty. Most kids would have died before telling this kind of secret, but like I said, Jason was different. "No, that's not sick....did you ever ask if you could?" "Fuck, no!" He said and giggled a bit. "He's got a girlfriend...why would he let me?" "Well, he jacks off a lot...you said he looks at naked girls on the net. I would bet he's not doing it with his girlfriend...he probably wishes he could, but I don't think he is." "So you think he'd let me?" "Ask him if you can touch it...to see how hard it is, then, when you get your hand on it, comment on how hard and big it is while you stroke it up and down. Chances are, he won't want you to stop." "So...can I touch you?" "Yes, you can, but we have to hurry so we can get you home. The boy climbed off. I could have let him lay there all night. He brought himself between my legs and took my hard dick in his hand. "Man," He said while gently stroking up and down, "Fucker's hard...and so fuckin' big." I grinned. "Yup, just like that...he'll fuckin' BEG you to jack him off." Then the kid took my nuts in his free hand, gently fondling as his hand began to pick up speed on my swollen cock. In less than a minute I was there. "Ahh God, kid...yank it....fuckin' YANK it! Uhhhhhhh....Uhhhhhhhh!! AAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhh....ahhhhhhhhhhhhyeaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." I cried as My cock spurted thick spunk in ropes that spattered on my chest as the boy continued to slowly jack, cum running down his little hand. "Shit....that was awesome, buddy." I said, then I began to giggle. The kid was holding his hand out from his body like it was covered in dog shit. "Here buddy, gimme that little nose-puncher." I said, grabbing his hand by the wrist. I pulled his little hand to my mouth and began to lick my spunk from it. "No WAY!" He exclaimed, grinning. "You gotta be kidding!" "Hey...it's really not bad...a little salty, but nice and creamy." I said with a smile. "I was kinda hoping you'd blow me one day." "Is that where I suck and you squirt it in my mouth?" He asked. "Yes sir....and you got that from.....?" "Justin." "I thought so....play your cards right and he might let you do that, too." I said, then took another lick. "Wait a second....don't take it all." He said, pulling his hand away and bringing it to his nose for a sniff. "Smells funny." "You don't have to try...." He took a lick, tasting, then took another, eventually cleaning his hand while I worked on what was on my chest. The boy eventually joined me there, licking up what I had missed. Then I pulled him on top of me once again. Our lips met as once again my hands wandered over the soft skin of his little body. "Time to dress, boy." I said after we broke the kiss. "There will be more sex another time, ok?" "Ok." He said, kissing me on the nose. We dressed, then walked our bikes to the gate. "Can you ride me home?" "We really shouldn't be seen together, pal...we need to separate here." "Ok." "When you get home, go to your brother's room...he might not have jacked off yet. Go in just your underwear and make sure it's hard before you go in. Then ask if you can jack off together....then do what I told you, ok?" "Ok. I don't think he'll go for it, but what the hell." "Ok, catcha later, little man." I said. "You got it." I watched him ride off....after he was almost a block away, I followed, wanting to make sure he made it home. I watched as he pulled into his driveway, then quietly mounted the steps. I saw the light from inside as I rode closer. As I rode by the house, I saw him sneeking past a window. I assumed he made it without getting caught, so I headed for my car, which I found no worse for wear sitting where I had left it. I had been a bit nervous about leaving it there, but I really had no choice, I couldn't take it into town. I thought back on the evening as I drove to my house, almost unable to believe I had a naked little boy in my sleeping bag with me, but when I turned my head and sniffed at my shoulder or my arm, or especially my hands...I could still smell him. I thought about his 15 year old brother, Justin. I couldn't wait till I heard from Jason again to find out if anything happened. Two nights later, I got a phone call from a very excited Jason. "Larry!" He said softly, "Cool, you're home." "What's up, pal?" I asked. "Mom and Dad are out at a party...can we meet again?" His voice was shaking with excitement. "Geez buddy." I said, wanting nothing more than to do what he asked. "I'm picking up John and Steve tonight...they are staying over, remember?" "Shit! I forgot all about it since I'm fucking grounded....can't you call 'em, tell 'em you'll be late or something?" I looked at the clock. It was around 6:30, I was picking up the boys at 7:00. "Could you meet me outside of town on a gravel road?" I said, thinking that if we used the park again it would take to long. "Yeah, where?" "Over on Clarkswood....you know where that is?" "Yeah...a mile out on the highway, then left on the gravel." "I will be about a mile down the gravel...it will be about two and a half miles for you....can you sneek out?" "Don't have to....my brother said I could go." "Really?" I said, wondering what was up with that. "Does he know who you are going to see?" "Nah...I just told 'em that I was gonna hang with a friend for a while...he said it was cool as long as I was home before mom and dad." "Ok...start riding now. I will call Steve and John and then I will be on my way." We hung up and I dialed my sister's place. I explained that I would be an hour late, maybe two, I hung up and went to the car. My nephews had learned not to ask why when I told them of a change of plans, they simply said they would see me later. I drove faster than I should have, but I stuck to the gravels. I hadn't been parked for five minutes when Jason came riding up to my car, panting. "Let's put the bike in the trunk...we can cruise around a bit." I said as I got out of the car. I lifted his small bike into the truck and closed the lid down. I then looked up and down the deserted gravel in both directions before taking the boy into my arms. I placed my mouth over his, he fed me his tongue almost immediately. We kissed for almost two minutes while my hands squeezed his little ass and rubbed the front of his blue jeans. When I broke the kiss I said "Want some candy, little boy? Get in the car." He giggled as he walked around the car and got in. We drove slowly down the gravel road, turning onto more lesser-traveled roads while the boy spoke. "What's up, little man?" I asked. He didn't waste any time. "The night we met, last Thursday? Well, I got into the house...oh, and by the way, I knew you were following me. You will never be a master spy or anything." He said, grinning. "Damn, I will have to cancel that application to the secret service." I said, causing the boy to giggle again. "Anyway, I did like you said. I snuck upstairs and stripped to my underwear, then I snuck to Justin's room....and he was already doing it! I opened the door real slow, and I saw him sitting at his computer, all naked with his dick in his hand...he was watching a movie in a little window, some dude with a huge dick getting sucked by a chick...he was jerking it pretty fast... Hmmmm.. I thought. "I just kinda whispered his name like "Justin" and he almost goes through the ceiling." "Ha! I'll bet!" I said, laughing. "Anyway, he says like 'Jesus Christ, squirt...what the fuck!!'..then he looks down at himself and says 'There goes a perfectly good hardon...what in fuck do you want?' ...well, I almost started crying, thinking I should leave him alone...then I figure, what the fuck, I might as well ask....he'll just kick me out anyway." I shrugged, still grinning trying to picture the scene. "Do you have a picture of Justin, dude?" I asked. "Yeah, sure." He said, digging out his wallet and flipping through the pictures to Justin's latest school picture. I looked at the picture. A teenage version of Jason stared back at me...I would love to meet this kid, I thought. "Nice looking dude." I said as the boy put his wallet back into his jeans. "So I says, I just wondered if we could do that again...you know...jerk off? ...so I waited for him to say 'I was trying to do that when you barged in here', but instead he kinda grins and shakes his head and says 'looks like you got some major wood there, squirt.'...I didn't have to worry about getting it hard like you said...I was so excited that it was already hard...him yelling at me didn't even make it go down." "So did you touch him?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah...I'm getting to that!" He said impatiently. "So he tells me to strip 'em off and get on the bed with him, so I do that and we're both yanking away...he's smiling down at me and I'm checking out his dick....I didn't want to ask 'em, thinking that he'd probably kick me out and I was having so much fun, but I woulda been so pissed at myself if I didn't, so finally I say 'Justin...could I like, you know...feel how hard it is?' At first I think, well this is it...I'm outta here. He looks at me kinda strange and says 'I guess so...if you want.' "NO shit?" I said, not really surprised at all. "Yeah!." He says. "Soooo...I put my hand around it, kinda squeezing like, then I did what you said, like it was the most amazing thing I'd ever saw 'jeez, bro...fucker's hard...and SO fuckin' big, dude' and I keep strokin' it up and down, and at first it's like he's waitin' for me to take my hand off it...then his eyes kinda go halfway shut, and his hand that was waiting to take it back from me kinda falls off his leg onto the bed, and he says 'Hey...uh, bro..you can, you know, keep doing that...uh..you know, if you want to and all.'" "No shit...told ya, dude!" "Yeah...and so I keep strokin' and he puts his hands behind his head, his eyes are all closed and he's grinnin'..and then he kinda whispers 'Do it faster.' ..so I go faster, and he whispers 'Yeahhh.' ...and I know I'm makin' 'em feel good and it's so cool...so I grip it tighter and go a bit faster, then I say 'Feel good bro? You like this?' and he says 'Oh God, Jason...it feels so fuckin' good...I'm gonna cum pretty soon, please don't stop, ok?'" "Holy shit!" I said, thinking that the older boy wouldn't get into it so much, but that he would just cum and that would be the end of it. "Yeah, tell me about it. So I managed to sit up and keep stroking, and I'm thinking he's pretty much mine now, so I put my other hand on his nuts, and he starts fuckin' moaning! So I say, 'You got nice fuckin' balls, Justin' and he just moans, 'Ahhh my God, Jason'." I'm rock hard in my jeans, my left hand is rubbing my cock. Outside , it is dusk. "Take off your pants, dude." I say. "Huh?" "You heard me, take off your fuckin' pants...what happened next?" Jason slips out of the seat belt and does what he is told, he continues to speak as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans and slides them down to his shoes...using his feet, he slips out of his shoes. Soon his pants and undies are laying on the floor. I reached across, taking his hard little pecker in my hand as he speaks. "So, I'm playing with his nads and stroking his cock, he's starting to shake and.......oh Christ that feels so good, Larry." "Just finish the story, boy." "Yeah....so I say 'I can fuckin' stroke you off any time I want, right?' and Justin doesn't say anything, so I start to slow down, start to loosen my grip..." "Oh, you little fuckin' tease!" I said with a laugh. The boy grins at me and continues. "So he says 'Jesus...don't fuckin' stop...yeah, you can do this anytime.' So I start jackin' him hard, and he starts to move his hips up and down, so I tell him 'I'm gonna make you fuckin' squirt, bro...you're fuckin' cummin' aren't you?' and he starts yellin' 'Yeah! Oh God Yeah!!' and his hips are really pumping now, and his cock starts to spurt..it's not as thick as yours, but he shoots out a lot of it....and it ran down my hand like your's did. He was breathing really hard, smiling at me. I started licking my hand. He looked shocked at first...then he smiled again and looked down at the mess on his chest and I went over and licked it up....." "You licked it up? He let you do that?" I interrupted, hotter than hell now. "Yeah...fuckin' tasty shit..." "Holy shit, little man...you could probably do anything with him now....Christ! ....fuckin' take of your coat...and your shirt, dude. I want your little ass naked...it's gettin' dark anyway." I said. "Then what happened?" "Well, I finished cleaning him up, and I kinda expected him to kick my ass off his bed, since he got what he wanted and all, but then he says, 'That was pretty cool, I guess I should pay you back.' and then he grabs my dick. "No shit?" "No shit, man." Jason says, completely naked now, with the exception of his socks. I'm still pulling on his stiff little pudder as he continues. "I lay back, and he is beside me, yankin' me hard....and fuck man, it feels so good....just like now." I grinned, pulling into a farm field drive way and turning off the engine. Jason doesn't notice or doesn't care. "Then a couple of seconds later, I'm fuckin' pumping MY hips, and I'm cummin' ...and it's soooo fuckin' awesome. When I'm done, I'm laying there, breathing hard...and he's feelin' me up, my chest and shit. I just wanted to fall asleep in his bed, and I ask him if I can stay but finally he says that I should go to bed before mom and dad come home, and I say, yeah I guess..then I ask if we can do it again sometime, and he says yeah, sure, that it would be cool." "Awesome." I said. "Next time, I think you should suck him off." "Really?" "Yeah, do like you did before, just start playing with it like you are gonna jack 'em off, then put your mouth on it and start sucking. I don't think he'll stop you." "That would be pretty cool." He said as he lay back against the seat, his eyes closed as I pleasured his little cock. "You should do that tonight if you can, then next time we see each other you can tell me all about it." I said, moving my other hand in to cup his little balls. "Mmmmmmmm...that feels so good. Are you gonna suck me tonight?" "Maybe, but I think you should get in a little practice yourself." I said grinning. I forced myself to move my hands away from his lovely body in order to drop my sweats and underwear. I was rock hard from touching him, as well as his story about his hot teenage brother. I thought the boy would hesitate as I moved the seat back, but I barely had done this and his head was in my lap, his tongue tasting the head. "Mmmmmmm...suck it, little man. See how far down you can go." I sighed as his little tongue sent jolts of pleasure down my stiff pole. The boy moved his wet lips down my rod, going quite deep before gagging. "Easy, boy...take it easy, not everyone can suck deep. Try swallowing the next time you feel like gagging." His lips travelled downward again. I was ready to burst, but held off. The boy succeeded on his very next try as I felt my cock enter his throat, his wet lips resting on my pubes. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, God, kid....suck...suck my cock." I moaned. Jason began fucking my cock with his face, swallowing it each time as I felt the swollen head rub the back of his throat. Less than a minute later I was cumming, crying out loud with my hands on the back of his head, forcing him down on me as my cock spasmed, pumping my thick fluid down his throat. "Ahhhhhhhhh....AhhhhhhGod....swallow, boy...yeaaahhhhhhhhh, swallow it.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I cried as my cock spasmed again and again. After, the boy raised his head. A bit of my spunk was running down his chin. I wiped it with my finger and then placed it into his sweet mouth. He sucked it eagarly. "Your turn, little man." I went down on the boy, sucking his cock and balls into my mouth. "Ahhh God, Lar...." He moaned as I began to suck up and down on his stiff little rod. My hands worked their way over the naked little boy, finally coming to rest on his chest. My fingers gently pinched and twisted his little nipples as the boy arched his back, his dry orgasm coming less than two minutes after I started. As his slim little torso lifted off the seat, I moved my hands behind him, squeezing his tight little ass as he came, his sweet little pecker throbbing in my mouth as he cried out, begging me for more. I did as he asked, continuing to suck after his little butt came to rest on the seat once again. My fingers gently massaged his little ballsack as I sucked him harder, faster...pressing my lips tightly against his smooth little shaft, feeling his hardness against my lips. I forced my hands underneith him, taking his ass in my hands, kneeding, squeezing. "Ohhhh..you tasty little fucker." I sighed as I stopped to catch my breath. "So fucking gooood...I could fuckin' eat you all night, boy." I went down on him again, sucking his wrinkled little scrotum into my mouth, feeling it's precious contents roll against my tongue as I licked. "Ahhhhh....ahhh God...Larry....yeahhhhhhh....yeaaahhhhh." He moaned as he raised his little crotch, spreading wider. I was tempted to go for his little hole, but I wanted to save that for another day. The scent from between his tight little cheeks was driving me wild....waiting would make it sweeter still. Instead, I went back down on his throbbing little pecker, deciding to concentrate on making him cum yet again. I spent a few moments licking around the head before plunging back down and sucking him hard. "Suck.....ahhhhh God....suck it!" He panted, his little chest rising and falling, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he raised his ass off the seat once again, his little cocklet throbbing on my tongue as it attempted to release fluid that his tiny balls could not yet produce. My hands wandered over his body as he orgasmed, his hot little frame writhed benieth my fingertips. I never wanted it to end. There is nothing like the feel of a prepubcent little stiffy in your mouth, your nose rubbing against his completely hairless - baby soft pubic area, his lithe young body stretching and writhing....along with the high soprano moans and cries of a boy experiencing pleasure, like music to my ears. "Yeahhh....yeahhh....yeaaaahhhhh." He sighed as he came down from his second orgasm. "Mmmm...such a tasty little cock." I said, raising my head. "You like that, my little man?" "Yeahhh." He said, smiling at me. "Come on...get out. I want to hold you in my arms before I send you home." I said, reaching for the door handle. The boy came around to my side as I removed my clothes. Now we faced each other, naked in the cool autumn breeze. I hunkered down a bit and Jason came to me, wrapping his skinny arms around my neck. We met each other, open mouthed in a long passionate kiss. I raised up. The boy allowed himself to be lifted, wrapping his smooth young legs around my torso as my hands found his ass, squeezing gently as our kiss went on and on. My fingers wandered, going to the place I was saving for next time, gently massaging. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." He moaned, breaking the kiss and grinning wide. "That's a place we will explore next time, ok?" I said. "Man...feels awesome. Why not right now?" "Better to wait until I get you into my bed." I said, grinning. "I want you to promise me that you will not do anything here...." I rubbed his tight little hole for emphasis, "...with Justin, that belongs to me for now. You two can do anything else...ok?" "Yeah.....ohhhhhhhhhhh." He sighed as I applied more pressure. "I promise." "You just concentrate on his cock....suck him hard." I said, moving my fingers away. "Swallow every drop." "Ok." He sighed. "Don't forget." I brushed my fingertips across his spread little hole. "Mine." "I won't." He sighed. "I want you to call me as soon as you are finished with him...sneak downstairs, while the taste of his juice is still in your mouth." "I'll try." He said, grinning wide. Our mouths came together again for a minute or so, then I put him down. "Let's get you home, pal." I reached into the car and retrieved the boy's clothing, handing him his sweet little white briefs and laying the rest on the hood of the car. We dressed in silence, then got into the car. I drove him all the way to the highway leading into town. I wanted him to get home as soon as possible, plus I thought the risk of being spotted now was minimal. I leaned across and kissed his forehead. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Go home, suck Justin off, swallow it all....not do anything with...with, my hole." He said, grinning again. "What will you do to it? ....Next time?" "You'll have to wait and see...it's gonna feel good though. The best. You'll see." "Awesome." He whispered. We got out of the car and I removed his bike from my trunk. "Watch for cars and be careful." I said. "I will." "Talk to you in a while, sport." I said. "I love you." "I love you too, Larry." I watched as he rode off. In my stories, the father might find out about his son's interest in me, discover that it turns him on, and end up sharing his two sons with me....but that's usually not the way it works out in real life. I wanted so badly to take him home to my bed right then and there, but this was real life. Damn. I went to Susan's to pick up my nephews. **** It was 11:00. The boys were watching a movie when the phone rang. I went to the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?" "Hey, it's me!" an excited Jason whispered. "Who is it, dude?" John called out. "Just a friend from work!" I shouted back. "Well?" I whispered. "I fuckin' did it!" he whispered, "I fuckin' sucked 'em off....man it was so cool!" "Awesome! Can you still taste it?" "Yeah." I heard him smacking his lips and grinned. "Now the important thing, did he pay you back?" "Oh yeah...he was great! He sucked me so hard he was...." "I want to meet him, Jason." "Huh? ...you want to...you want me to bring him, or...I.." "I want to meet him, dude." Silence. "Jason?" "You...you mean you don't want to do it with me...you......" he said, the hurt evident in his voice. "Huh? Jason, what the fuck are you talking about? Of course I still want you, you silly shit! I want the THREE of us to get together.....we could have some real fun, dude." "Ohh. I guess that would be cool, but I doubt that Justin would go for....." "Don't give me that shit. You said he'd never do it with you, and look how far you have gotten with 'em." I said quietly, glancing around the corner making sure my nephews were still in the living room. "Yeah..." "...I wanna meet him, Jason. Let's meet tomorrow and work it out." "Not sure if I can...mom and dad might go out, but I can't say for sure." "Ok....call me anyway, if you can get to a phone by yourself." "Ok." He said. "That would be pretty awesome...all three of us." He giggled. "Oh yeah." I said. "Later dude." "See ya." I hung up the phone, grinning. **** Those of you who read my stuff know that chapters are a long time coming. I still have not written the final chapter to "My Nephew Mike" simply because I don't know how I want it to end. So far, I figure the above story is good for about 3 parts. I debated long and hard (pun intended) about posting this before writing the next 2 parts, because I know I will hear from many of you: "Hey dude, when you gonna post the next part?" As you can see, I posted it anyway. Rest assured, part 2 is being pounded out (once again, pun intended) as we speak. In the meantime, let me know if you are still diggin' this shit, or if my writing has gotten stale. It's really a bitch trying to capture the excitement every time, let me know if I'm still doing it for you. I mainly write for myself, but it's nice to know that I'm still giving you a massive hard and making you cum. Let me know, ok? Write me: phangasm@operamail.com