Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 08:49:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey and Bill:  Part 4 - Patrick Joins In

Joey and Bill:  Part 4 - Patrick Joins In

NOTE: This is the 4th part of the totally fictional
story that started out with "Bill" as the main character.
Well, Bill has kind of gotten pushed aside by some new folks.
As mentioned in previous episodes, if you want to see some
pictures of what I envision these characters to look like, go to
http://photos.yahoo.com/bil47photo.  (A LOT of other nice
pictures of other beautiful boys - all non-porn, non-nude.)


JOEY'S JOURNAL
Friday afternoon, September 15, 1966

At the free time after lunch today, Mike and I were outside talking
and he said "Want to sleep-over at my house tonight? Mom and
Dad said they'll take us to a movie!"

I said "Sure!" and told him I'd ask Mom as soon as I got home.
Then I asked which movie. Mike said he was trying to talk them
into "Sand Pebbles" with Steve McQueen, but his mom said she
thought it might be too violent for kids. She mentioned "Born Free".
Ugh! We both think it sounds incredibly wimpy. I told him to work
on his dad about "Sand Pebbles".

Just before we went back inside, Mike smiled and said in a lowered
voice "My little brother Patrick keeps bugging me about when I was
going to ask you over. He's really... you know... interested in you.
Should I tell him he has to sleep in my sister's room so we can have
some privacy?"

Ever since Mike had told me the other day that he and Patrick had
been doing sex stuff with each other, I'd been fantasizing about the
10-year-old. Well, actually, I'd been fantasizing about him since I
went over to Mike's house on Monday and saw how incredibly cute
he was... plus the fact that he had his hands all over my body when
we were playing football in the back yard. He's really hot for a 5th
grader; that's for sure! I wonder what he looks like naked! And Mike
actually sticks his boner up Patrick's bottom hole and fucks him! I
wonder if they'd do it tonight so I can watch?

But I didn't want Mike to think I was TOO hot for Patrick, so I said
"It's OK with me if he stays with us. Might be kinda fun to... you know.
But  it's up to you of course."

I think Mike knew EXACTLY what I was thinking about, because his
last words before we headed for a mass of kids at the door to the
school was "Yeah, he can join us. And I GUARANTEE we'll have
some fun!" His grin was almost devilish. But then his face turned
serious. "Patrick is a very special person to me... just like you are...
and I wouldn't do this with anyone but you."

I felt a good feeling about Mike just then. "I understand," I murmured.
Then I punched him in the arm and said "But don't forget to talk to
your dad about Steve McQueen!"

Well, Mom is going to drive me over after dinner. She says I have
to take a bath before I go!  Even though I took a shower after
football practice (she says my hair looks dirty!). And she wants me
to be sure I bring PJs and a toothbrush and a hand towel and
washcloth and a change of clothes. Jeez! Like I'm going on a trip
or something.


JOEY'S JOURNAL
Saturday afternoon, September 16, 1966

MAN! What a sleep-over! Well, actually, it started off kind of
disappointing when I found out we were going to see "Born Free"
instead of "Sand Pebbles". But I guess it wasn't too bad. And we
got some ice cream on the way home. In the car driving back,
Patrick was sitting between Mike and me in the back seat, and
Mike's parents were in the front.  Their little sister was home with
a sitter. We were driving along the dark country road back to
Mike's house and Mrs. Rogers was yapping away about the movie
and Mike or Patrick or me would say "uh huh" or "yes mamm"
every once in a while. But while this was going on, Patrick was
rubbing his leg gently against mine. Then I felt Patrick's hand
touch my knee, very lightly, then he took it off. I looked over at
him, and it was pretty dark, but I could see him grinning at me.
I figured "what the hell" and touched his knee the same way - just
for a second. We were both wearing loose shorts, and Patrick's
next move was to move his small hand along the inside of my thigh!
Really slowly! I returned the same move on him, feeling his
incredibly smooth skin under my fingers. Then his hand was back
on my leg, and it slid right up to the bottom of my underpants and
even poked a bit under the elastic around my leg... then he removed
his hand. Man! I felt a little rush of pleasure, and I started getting
a boner! Of course, I then did exactly the same thing to him, sliding
my palm along his slender thigh... up to his pants legs... inside his
pants leg... moving up to touch his underpants. But instead of soft
cotton underpants material, my fingertips touched something
even softer - the silky loose skin of his ballsack! Patrick wasn't
wearing any underpants! And that wasn't the only surprise. I
immediately realized that another hand was in there with mine!
At first I thought he was jacking himself, but when I looked
down at the Patrick's lap, there was Mike's hand extending up
his little brother's pants leg, just like mine!

Patrick gave a little - almost silent - giggle.  I think Mike was
just as surprised as I was that Patrick had maneuvered both of
us to feel him up there in the back seat of the car. We were almost
to Mike's house, but we kept doing it, right up to the time Mr.
Rogers turned into their driveway. Patrick's penis started out
soft - slender and actually pretty long for a kid. But it rose up to
a little boner beneath Mike's and my fingers. I couldn't wait until
we could do stuff up in their bedroom!

It was a little after 9:30, and Mike asked his parents if we could
play "Risk" until bedtime. They said OK, but warned us not to wake
up Mike's sister who was sleeping in the next room. Risk is this
board game about world conquest that was pretty easy to learn
and really cool to play. We were playing on the floor of the bedroom,
and it was pretty obvious that Patrick was positioning his legs so I
could get an eye-full of his private parts through his pants leg... and
of course, I didn't mind at all! He has that extra skin on the end of
his penis that looks like the nozzle of a tiny hose, just like Mike, and
his balls are in a nice little pouch that doesn't dangle much at all.
And sometimes when it was my turn, Patrick would get up and come
around behind me and massage my shoulders and whisper strategy
suggestions (but always BAD advice!) in my ear. I don't know
exactly what it was - his touch, his voice, his impish humor, his
incredibly cute face and body - but he was making me REALLY horny!

At about 10:15, Mrs. Rogers came by and said it was time to get
ready for bed. Lights-out was at 10:30. She also told Patrick to
take a bath since he hadn't washed in two days, so Patrick zipped
out right behind his mom, on his way to the bathroom.

I got my pajamas and started undressing. So did Mike. Of course,
I couldn't keep my eyes off Mike's body while he took off his shirt.
He's getting some muscles already and his body is so... I don't
know... I guess "handsome" is as good a word as any. I'm still pretty
skinny myself, but Mike was looking at my body too.  As we stood
there in just our underpants, gawking at each other, we both started
giggling because we could read each other's mind. Mike moved closer to me.

"Can I take down your underpants?" he whispered, almost shyly.

"Yeah!" I breathed, and I felt his fingers glide beneath the elastic
waistband and slide along my hips as he gently lowered my briefs
to my knees, where they fell to the floor and I stepped out of then.
Immediately, I did the same thing to him, and we stood, inches
apart, our dicks rising up to boners without even being touched!
Mike's hand touched my shoulder and slid down my arm as we
looked into each other's eyes. It was like I was hypnotized... my
body moved toward his in slow motion... my arms circled around
his waist... I pulled his naked body against mine... our boners
touched... our noses touched... then, like it was the most natural
thing in the world, we kissed! And I felt that same incredible
feeling I had a few days ago... like I was dizzy... like I was melting
into Mike's body!

Then I realized where we were and what we were doing. "What
about your parents? What about Patrick?" I whispered.

"My parents always give us privacy to change. Mom won't come
back until 10:30, and she always knocks first. And Patrick takes
forever in the bathtub. He won't be back til then either." And then
Mike hugged me close and kissed me... kissed me REALLY good...
with his tongue against mine, and his whole body pressing against
me. It felt SO wonderful! I was lost in pleasure... feeling the most
incredible friendship... no, it really WAS love... the most incredible
LOVE for Mike. I don't know how much time passed when...

Yow!! The door opened! I think Mike and me both jumped about
3 feet in the air! Thank God it was Patrick and not his mom or dad!
We got away from each other in about half a second, but there we
were with really hard boners and blushing faces. We both grabbed
pajama pants and put them on in record time.

"Christ, Patrick! You scared me to death! That was the quickest
bath you EVER took!" said Mike.

After a few seconds of just staring at us, open-mouthed, Patrick
giggled mischievously. "Hey! No fair starting without me!" he
said, and let the towel he was wearing around his waist drop to
the floor, so that now he was the only completely naked boy in
the room. He was a vision of boyish beauty, with damp blond
hair draping his forehead almost to his eyes, a slender body with
delicate features, and that nice penis dangling down in front of a
small ballsack. He had this big grin on his face when he added in
a mock-pouting voice "and you said boys aren't allowed to kiss...
except for that one time when you said we were doing it for
practice for when we would do it with girls."

Now Mike was blushing even more furiously than before, and
I had to giggle too.

"Uhhh..." said Mike, pausing for a few awkward moments,
"what I meant was, I guess... that BROTHERS aren't supposed to kiss."

Patrick looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. "Will YOU
kiss me, Joe? I keep wanting Mike to, but he won't." He said
it in such a sincere and innocent voice.

"Uhhh..." I said, like an echo of Mike's initial response, and
looked over at Mike for guidance. Lord knows, I WANTED
to kiss the beautiful little scamp, and I think it showed on my
face. Mike just shrugged his shoulders and made an expression
that said "sure; go ahead" and added a grin so I knew he meant it.

 "How about later," I said smiling at Patrick and eying his body
up and down; "but shouldn't we be getting in our pajamas?"

Patrick bounced over to his dresser and pulled out some Rocky
and Bullwinkle PJs. Then he stood on his bed and bounced up
and down a few times, his soft penis flopping aroun.  Then he
stuck his feet out and landed on his bottom, just like he was on
a trampoline. Then he rolled back onto his back with his legs
pulled back almost to his head and very slowly pulled on his
pajama pants. His clean pink bottom hole was fully displayed,
and I couldn't take my eyes away. And I think he knew exactly
what effect he was having on me! After he put on his pajama
pants he stood up again on his bed and bounced up and down
while he put on the shirt. Mike and Patrick were both wearing
summer-weight short PJs, just like mine, except Patrick's had
pictures on them.

Mike and I took turns going to the bathroom to wash up and
brush our teeth. When I got back, Mike had pulled a "trundle
bed" out from underneath his bed, and it was just like his bed
and mine were steps - his only about a foot or so higher. Mike
said his mom always comes in and hears their prayers and then
turns out the light and then she and his dad go to their room
for the night - usually to watch some TV before going to sleep.
Sure enough, at exactly 10:30, Mrs. Rogers knocked on the
door and opened it a crack and said "everyone dressed for bed?"
Each of us said "yes, mamm." She went over to Patrick, and
he did the "now I lay me down to sleep..." prayer, and she
kissed him and came over to Mike's side. Sounded like Mike's
prayer was memorized too, but more grown-up - stuff about
thanks for his family, and asking God to make him a better
person. Since I don't say night-time prayers, I was kind of hoping
she wouldn't ask me, but she kissed Mike on the forehead and
came around and sat on my low bed. "Alright Joe; I'll hear your
 prayers now."

Actually I did pretty well, even though I was making it up on
the spot. "Thank you, God, for another great day, and thanks
for the love of my Mom and Dad, and thanks for the hospitality
of Mr. and Mrs. Rogers (yeah; shameless sucking up!), and
thanks for bringing me together with my best friend Mike, and
thanks for my newest friend, Patrick. Amen." She kissed my
forehead and said to all of us "sleep tight!" and turned off the
overhead lights and closed the door behind her.

"That was nice what you said about me in the prayer,"said Mike.

"And about me too!" said Patrick. Then he added softly "can we start now?"

"Let's wait a few minutes" said Mike, and he got up and went
to the door and put his ear to it to listen. In a couple minutes,
there were footsteps up the staircase (his dad?) and I could see
from under the door that the hall light got turned off. Mike
pushed the lock the doorknob and whispered "All clear! Come
on over, Patrick!" Patrick bounded over to the bed/trundle
combination, bringing his two pillows with him, even before Mike
made it back. Mike removed the cover from the nightlight on the
wall so it cast a warm glow beside the bed, and Patrick pulled up
the shade on the window so the streetlight cast some extra light,
enough in combination so we could see clearly.

"Let's get naked and compare, OK?" said Patrick, obviously
eager to see me naked again after just that glance when he
caught Mike and me kissing. We nodded agreement and quickly
pulled off our pajamas and stood together in a tight circle.
Patrick's hand reached out and gently stroked my already-stiff
boner and fondled my ballsack. "You got a nice one Joe!
REALLY nice!" he cooed. His own penis wasn't stiff yet, but
the touch of my fingers brought it to life, rising up in an arc that
brought its length and width to the size of a breakfast sausage.
Even after it was stiff, the foreskin still covered the cockhead,
stretching tight. I rolled the foreskin down and toyed with the
reddened crown of his little-boy penis, and he made a "Mmmmm..."
sound like he'd just tasted something delicious. I had my other
hand on Mike's boner and I looked back and forth between the
two, noting their similarity, despite Mike's extra inch and a half
and slightly greater width. Mine was the longest, at almost
5-inches, but about the same width as Mike's.

"What should we do first?" asked Patrick eagerly, careful to keep his
voice low.

"Well, Joey is our guest, so maybe you and me can make him
feel good for a while. Then we'll trade off; OK? And Joey - if
there's anything you don't want to do - or don't want us to do
TO you - that's alright; Patrick and me sometimes get a little... carried
away."

Patrick spoke to me - "can I call you ^ÑJoey' too? It's a lot nicer
than ^ÑJoe' I think."

"Sure, Patrick," I replied. "Mike uses it when we're by
ourselves, and you can too."

"Lie down and we'll give you The Works" Mike said to me.
I wondered what "the works" was, and I quickly found out.
With my head and shoulders propped up on a pile of thick
pillows, four hands began a delicate massage all over my
naked body.  I softly moaned my pleasure as I clasped my hands
behind my head, leaning back with my eyes closed while the
brothers knelt on either side of me, letting their fingertips and
hands roam freely. And not only hands... I felt their lips and
tongues on my nipples, my ears, my fingers and toes, my inner
thighs. I giggled when Patrick's tongue lapped at my armpit
and felt a shiver run through me when Mike's tongue flicked
into my ear. Mike then positioned himself between my spread
legs, and his hands gently stroked by penis and played with my
tight ballsack, and I looked down just in time to see his mouth
descend on my rigid boner. MAN!  It felt so good! And Patrick
brought his face close to mine, looking at me longingly.

"Can I kiss you now, Joey.... Please?"

I was already being carried along on a wave of incredible
sensations by the slow sucking and teasing of Mike's mouth.
"Oh, yes!" I answered, and pulled the beautiful 10-year-old
toward me. As he leaned over me, his hands caressed my face
and shoulders and hair as my arms wrapped around his slender
young body. He brought his face down to mine and gently
kissed my mouth with his full, tender lips. I inhaled the soapy
smell of his slightly damp hair... tasted the sweet hint of toothpaste
on his lips... and felt a powerful hunger to devour the sexy
5th grader... to suck his tongue, to plunge my own tongue deep
in his mouth, to join my wet lips to his. And all the while, his
older brother - my best friend and lover - was slowly sliding his
hot mouth up and down the entire shaft of my straining penis,
teasing it with his tongue, toying with my balls with his hand.

Then Patrick did something unexpected. He reached down and
looped his arm around one of my knees and pulled my leg
forward, like some wrestling move. I couldn't figure out why,
but Mike clearly got the signal. To my disappointment, his
mouth came off of my boner and his hand pushed my other
knee back so that my legs were raised and spread apart. I
flashed for an instant on the memory of Patrick lying on his
bed to pull on his pajama pants, with his bottom hole totally exposed.

And then I felt it... like nothing I've ever felt before... Mike's
tongue glided right along the shaft of my boner, across my
balls, along the skin behind my ballsack... and right to my
bottom hole! His hot, wet tongue pushing and lapping and
prodding against the secret place that I sometimes stimulate
with my finger as I lay in bed at night. My mind was racing with
conflicting thoughts - how could he do such a gross thing?...
how did he ever learn about it?... And why didn't I ever know
how WONDERFUL it felt?!  It was almost unbelievable in its
intensity. If Patrick's mouth hadn't been cemented to mine, I
might have cried out in surprise and pleasure. As it was, I moaned
and held Patrick's boyish body even more tightly. Patrick reached
down and held my boner in his small hand. Not stroking it... just
holding it lightly - squeezing and relaxing his grip in a sensuous
rhythm. I'm sure if he had been jacking me off, I would have cum
in seconds. As it was, I rode a wave of pleasure that I wished would
never end... almost as good as how it feels when you cum, but it went on
and on!

Then Patrick's hand started to stroke... tenderly, gently... his
fingertips gliding along my cockhead in a way that took my
breath away. Then he stopped kissing my lips and quickly
lowered his head to my crotch, taking my penis into his mouth,
running his tongue all around it, gliding his full lips up and
down. All while Mike's tongue was setting off fireworks in
my brain as it burrowed into the incredibly sensitive skin of my
bottom-hole. GOD!! I only lasted about 30 seconds after
Patrick started sucking me. I grabbed the sheet with both hands
and felt all of my body's energy concentrating in my boner and
my bottom-hole. WHAM! The incredible feeling rushed through
me, and I felt my boner pumping cum fluid into Patrick's sucking
mouth... waves of super-pleasure.

And then it was over. I opened my eyes to see Mike and Patrick
grinning at me.

"Did we do a good job?" asked Patrick.

"Damn!! It was the best!" I said. Part of me wanted to rest,
but even more I wanted to keep playing. "Whose turn now?"

"Mike can go. I want to be last."

So Mike lay against the pillows, propped his hands behind
his head, and said "Alright; give me The ULTRA Works!"
Patrick and I gave my best friend the same treatment I had
received. I loved running my hands over his athletic
12-year-old body, licking and nibbling at all his sensitive
places, kissing his lips, wrestling with our tongues, stoking
his beautiful penis. And stroking quickly became sucking as
I lay sideways on the bed with my head resting on Mike's
tummy. As I had before, I started out by nibbling and licking
his foreskin, bunching it above his cockhead, poking my
tongue into the little volcano. Then I moved down, taking
all of his slender shaft into my mouth... loving the way the
warm smooth flesh felt... loving how I could bring Mike pleasure
even as I did something that was so much fun.

I thought about that new thing - about licking Mike's
bottom-hole. As good as it made me feel when Mike did it,
I held back... it was like... I think the word is "taboo". But I
still wanted to do it... to make Mike feel as incredible as he
had made me feel. But Patrick beat me to it. As I lost myself
in the joy of sucking Mike's boner, Patrick positioned himself
between Mike's spread legs. Then he did something really
cool. His mouth came right up to where mine was and he
joined me in pleasuring his brother's boner! He licked the
lower part of the shaft while I sucked the top, then we both
licked like we were doing an ice cream cone... except our
tongues were sliding against each other almost as much as
they were licking Mike's stiff penis! Just looking into Patrick's
sparkling eyes made me feel so happy... and so lucky to be
experiencing such incredible fun!

Then Patrick shifted down a bit and pushed his hands
against the backs of Mike knees until his left knee rested
against my shoulder. As I looked on from only inches
away, Patrick winked at me and then lowered his mouth
to his brother's bottom-hole. I heard Mike gasp and his
whole body tense up. Patrick's little tongue was going
wild! Licking and prodding and cork-screwing all over
the puckered circle. I started sucking Mike's boner really
good, determined to make him cum as good as I had. His
hands now rested on my head, his fingers twined though
my hair, as I bobbed up and down along the whole length
of his penis. I played with his tight ballsack, squeezing the wrinkled
pouch.

Mike was almost there, and he was gasping with pleasure,
not too loud - thank goodness - but it was obvious that he
was right at the peak of the good feeling. And sure enough,
within seconds his boner began to pulse its fluid onto my
tongue. I sucked every bit of it out of his throbbing penis
as my tongue savored the salty-sweet flavor of my best friend's sperm
juice.

Mike made us stop when it got too intense and then hopped
up, trading places with his little brother. The 10-year-old
squirmed with pleasure and Mike and I gave him "The Works".
I really liked kissing and licking his incredibly smooth skin,
smelling his clean boyish scent, playing with his stiff 3-inch
boner, gliding my tongue along his armpit (he LOVED it!),
kissing his full lips once again. I was excited about getting
his cute little penis into my mouth and positioned myself
between his legs (ready also to conquer my reluctance about
licking his bottom-hole).

As I was toying with Patrick's boner and small tight
ballsack, Mike said to him "You know, Patrick... I guess
I'd like to kiss you after all... if you still want me to..."

"Oh, Mikey!  Yes!"

I looked up and saw Patrick pull his older brother into a
warm embrace, kissing him tenderly. It even turned on
that "emotion valve" in my brain, and I got all goofy inside
like I was about to cry. Weird, huh? But it made me really
happy to see them like that! And I decided to do my part
to give Patrick the maximum pleasure.

As my lips wrapped around the slender erection, I pulled
the foreskin all the way down and exposed the perfect
miniature cockhead. My lips and tongue teased and
pleasured the morsel of flesh that was only bit longer than
my thumb - and about as thick. How I wished I had known
about this when my friend Tony and I had gotten naked
together - back when we were both Patrick's age. It felt so
wonderful to suck this miniature version of Mike's penis...
to tease his foreskin the same way... to take the shaft all the
way into my mouth and still be able to run my tongue all
around it... to suck the marbles in his ballsack at the same
time I sucked his penis!

I let my finger slide down to Patrick's bottom-hole. I touched
it. I felt his body tremble with pleasure. And I knew I knew
 I wanted to do it.

I brought my hands beneath Patrick's slender rounded rear,
and he immediately pulled his legs up, fully revealing his
secret place. As I lowered my mouth to the pink flesh, Mike
moved his body around so he was kneeling right over top of
Patrick, his mouth sliding onto his little brother's boner, his
knees on either side of the youngster's head. In the narrow
space between their bodies, I could see Patrick's hand
reaching up to fondle his brother's penis. Then I turned my
full attention to the delicate puckered muscle as I licked
tentatively... found I liked the sensation... then licked harder...
lapping like a puppy... inhaling the smell of soap mixed with
the slightest hint of rich earthiness. My hands massaged the
globes of his little boy-bottom, pulling them apart to reveal
even more of the pleasure hole. I worked the tip of my tongue
into the middle and felt it open slightly to allow me to probe
deeper... then clench shut again... only to flex open once more.
Patrick was working the circle of muscles in an effort to allow
me to push my tongue into his bottom-hole. I glanced up to
look at Mike's face, only inches away. His mouth was moving
up and down Patrick's adorable little boner, just as mine had
been. But his eyes were locked on mine. And the message he
sent in that silent eye contact was: "Isn't this GREAT?!" All I
could do was smile and then go back to licking and probing
Patrick's most sensitive place. As my mouth worked on Patrick,
my right hand reached down to play with my penis and it was
instantly hard again.

Patrick's body tensed, his leg muscles strained. I felt him
trembling. "Oh, YES!" moaned the adorable 5th grader.
"Oh, That's it!!" And his body shuddered, and his bottom-hole
clenched tight against the prodding of my tongue. "Oh, YES!...
I got the feeling REALLY strong that time!" he sighed as his
body relaxed on the bed. Mike let his brother's still-hard
boy-dick slip from his mouth and sat down beside him, playing
with the 3-inch boner with his fingers.

"Patrick could have another cum right away if I'd keep
sucking him. That's the way it is before you can shoot sperm.
But there's something he like just as much... right, Little Brother?"

"YEAH!  And I'm SO ready!!"

"Joey, you want to have the first go?"

I was PRETTY sure they were talking about fucking, but
I wasn't 100% sure, so I said "How about you go first."

Mike hopped up and got a little jar of vaseline from his
bedside table. As he scooped a glob of it onto his finger,
Patrick pulled his legs all the way back, lifting his lower back
off the mattress and pointing his bottom-hole toward the
ceiling. It was still slick with my spit as Mike soothed the
clear goo into the pink circle, his middle finger disappearing
into the hole and then slowly twisting and moving in and out
of Patrick's bottom as the boy purred with pleasure.

"How do you want to be this time?" ask Mike after he finally
withdrew his finger.

"I guess on my tummy," the youngster replied as he rolled
over, grabbed the two thickest pillows and propped then
under his mid-section.  His head rested on another pillow,
which he hugged tightly. With his legs spread and his ass
sticking up, Patrick's bottom hole awaited his brother's
cock. Mike knelt between his brother's splayed legs and
applied a coating of vaseline to his penis, turning it from
half-hard to a rigid boner in the process.

"Ready?"

"Oh, man! I'm REALLY ready, Mikey."

My best friend positioned his slender 4 1/2 inch rod against
his brother's bottom-hole and slowly pushed. The expression
on Patrick's face was difficult to read. Did it hurt? (I remembered
how I had felt when Bill poked his thick 6" into me!) No; he
was definitely liking it (I ALMOST said "Hey Mikey, he LIKES it!").
Patrick raised his head up with his eyes closed and his mouth
hanging open, making little noises - little hums and grunts,
kind of - as Mike's penis slid in.

"I'm all the way in. You ready for a ride, Little Brother?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Patrick gasped. "Do it, Mikey! Do me good!"

Mike's hips drew back and then slid forward again, and he
let out a little gasp.  As I watched, kneeing on the trundle
bed, only a foot or so from where the brothers were locked
in a dance of pure sexuality, Mike slowly humped his hips as
Patrick strained to push his bottom up and back to receive the
thrusts.  With both of them moaning softly (making me all kinds
of horny!) Mike leaned down and spread his body over his little
brother's back, wrapping his arms around the youngster's chest.
Kissing the 10-year-old's neck, Mike began to pump his boner
faster and faster into Patrick.

The little 5th grader was really liking it!  "Yes!  Yes, Mikey!
Oh, it's good!  Keep going like that!" This was so sexy, I just
couldn't help but play with my boner as I watched every move
and listened to every sigh.

With a muffled gasp, Mike signaled his cum, raising his upper
body and pressing his hips as hard as he could against Patrick's
bottom and holding it there.  Then he collapsed again onto his
brother and rolled the two of them onto their sides, hugging
Patrick's body to his.  He whispered something in the little
boy's ear that I couldn't quite make out, but I think it might
have been "I love you." Patrick craned his neck back, and the
two briefly shared a tender kiss.

"How about if Joey and me do it now?" chirped the randy little imp.

"Go for it!" said Mike.  "How about if you do that sitting-on-top
way we've been trying out?"

"Yeah!  Joey, lie down on your back. You'll love this!"

I propped my head and shoulders on pillows and watched.
Patrick got the vaseline and spread it onto my stiff penis
and then straddled my hips.  Facing me, he positioned his
knees so he was kneeling with his bottom right above my
boner.  He reached behind himself and held my penis upright,
then lowered himself right onto it!   My slippery boner pressed
against his equally slippery bottom-hole and he applied more
pressure.  I could feel the ring of muscle open up a bit... just
like when I was licking it... and my cockhead slipped inside.
MAN!  What an incredible feeling!  Patrick rested his hands
on his thighs and leaned his head back, slowly letting out a sigh...
"Ahhhhhh...." as he kept lowering himself onto my slender 5"
boner.  His cute little penis was still a rigid mini-boner, and I
reached up to play with it.  Patrick grinned at me as his body
rose back up and I moved his tight foreskin back and forth on
his cockhead with my thumb and finger.

It was really feeling incredible as Patrick bounced himself up
and down on top of me, leaning his body back with his hands
now resting on my legs.  He was so tight... so hot... so slippery.
The flexing of his thighs moved his entire small body in a sensuous
rhythm on top of me.  And I couldn't just lie there. My hips started
to move in rhythm with his, so that when he sat down on my
boner, I was moving up to meet him, thrusting my penis into
him as deep as it could go, sending waves of incredible feeling
all through me.

I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer before my sperm
would shoot into his bottom.  I got a bunch of my spit on my
fingers and slathered it on Patrick's cockhead and foreskin and
really started working it.  I could tell he really liked... just as I
LOVED what he was doing to me.

"Oh, Joey!  I'm getting the feeling again!  Keep doing that!
Here it comes!  AHHHH!!" His little boner vibrated beneath
my fingers as his hips rose and plunged above me, sending me
over the edge myself.  (I'm getting shivers just thinking about
it!)  Patrick collapsed against my chest and kissed my lips.

"That was really cool!" he said, as he slowly raised his hips and
let my softening penis plop out.

We were all exhausted.  Rather than go to separate beds, we all
scrunched up on Mike's with Patrick in the middle.  In the
morning, I found myself on the trundle. Mike and Patrick were
still asleep, but were holding each other in a tender embrace.
It was so neat to look at.  I wish I had a brother like Patrick!
But, you know... I'm pretty lucky.  I've got Mike as a best
friend, and every time I come for a sleep-over, I'll have Patrick
for a "pretend" little brother.

The end.

[There's only one more episode bouncing around in my head:
Bringing Bill back into the picture, with Justin as the ringleader
of a relatively mild sexual dominance scenario.  I didn't want to
mess up the romantic nature of this part by combining it here.]