Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2000 01:03:43 -0800 (PST) From: einhard Subject: Me and Brad IV Me and Brad IV (M/t, t/t, b/b, M/b, mast, oral, anal, WS, B/D) by einhard Okay, guys, here comes the year's last instalment of the increasingly misnamed "Me and Brad". I've learned a few tricks from this, my first story, including that it's not so smart to give it a title before you know what it's going to be about. As I promised, there's more sex in this chapter than in the previous one. I hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays! By the way, for those of you who read this for the B/D element: It's there, but it's a very secondary plot element. I. Well, that was Robbie out of the way. Brad and Tim, too, for that matter. If things worked out right, I would have a tape of the two teenage scoundrels doing everything, and they would not have one of me. Oh, my, I could keep them in agony for days! I'd have to sort out a suitable reward for Robbie, though. Anyway, first things first. I needed to watch the tape and find out just how badly I'd been violated. It could hardly have been major, since all I could feel was a slight soreness in my ass. Tape in, press "Play". Right, just some scrambled images at first, then something happening. Oh, wow, that's me. A few adjustments of the camcorder evidently needed. No sound, it seems. Just as well. Now, there's a good, sharp image. Me on my stomach, face turned towards the camera. Man, do I really look that stupid in my sleep? Cuffs on the wrists and ankles, just as I had seen when I intruded on Brad's little brother. Well, is something else gonna happen here? Ah, there's Timmy, naked as the day he was born. He's climbing on the bed, getting on his knees over me. Must be awkward, that position, legs on either side of mine, knees just below my ass. I think I heard he's a gymnast, no need to worry about his comfort. So, what's he gonna do? Nothing, it seems, he's just sitting there with a straining hard-on. He reaches out with his hand towards the camera. A little blurred here, the camera wobbling a bit. A Hand getting into the picture. Oh, no, it's a Hand without a Body. A ghost! Help! Oops, it's just Brad's hand. Silly me. He's handing Timmy something. Hey, I know what that is. Nothing ghostly about a tube of K-Y, now, is there? Heigh, ho. Now to lube up the old fuck tool. Well, young fuck tool. Yep, nice and shiny. And so for the teensy-weensy little rectal orifice. A short spell of finger fucking, and we're movin' in, Captain! Not much need to be gentle, the victim is unconscious, after all. Zooming in, gotta get this action documented, right? I was getting all hot and bothered here, despite my four orgasms the previous evening. I don't know about you, but there's something strangely arousing about watching yourself, drugged, unconscious and helpless, getting fucked up the ass by a hot teenager. He was actually quite gentle, after all, moving in slowly. Well, slow went out the window pretty quick, it was rabbit tempo now. In, out, wham, bam. A picture from behind, his ballsac dancing. Then from the front, or the top or whatever. Now out to the side. Smile, Timmy! Only a red-faced grimace, but it's the thought that counts. Back to the back. Balls rising in their wrinkly container. Getting closer! Oh, yeah, we have all watched pornos before, you know. Pull out, a few frantic jerking motions, and then cum flying everywhere. My, can he shoot! I usually just sort of ooze, but this kid is shooting two feet. An interruption, more wobbling. What's he doing? The left hand is outside the picture, arm moving back and forth in a blur. Oh, no, it's the disembodied Squirter, shooting cum from nowhere! Save us! Or hold on, maybe it's just Brad. That would explain the mysterious motions of Tim's arm, not to mention the wobbling. Whew, that's a relief. What would I do if suddenly a mysterious, invisible Squirter had taken to haunting the house? Pretty impressive that Brad had managed to stand still enough to get any pictures at all. Now what? Show over? Not quite. Voici le deluge, in the form of my young cousin's cousin standing at the side of the bed and showering my face in the old yellow liquid I had come to love so much recently. Forehead, eyes, nose, gaping mouth, chin, everything. How does he store all that in his bladder, anyway? II. There, that seemed to be it. Shit, I was having breathing trouble again. I really needed to get my rocks off, but it would have to wait. It was 9:30, and I had a young cousin to get out of bed. Couldn't have little girls sleeping all day, or else they might stay up too long, interfering with a big boy's evening entertainment. After a few tries, Katie woke up and went through her morning rituals. We had a quiet breakfast, just the two of us, me hardly eating any more than she did. "I'll tell you what, Katie. All the boys are out of the way this morning, so we can do whatever you want. We could use the pool, you could have some friends over, or we could just go for a drive or play a game. You call the shots, kid." "Really, Tommy? Can I have some friends over?" "Sure thing." "I'll go call Jennie and Sarah. I hope they're home." She rushed off to the phone. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. I asked Katie to open, but she blushed and whispered that she would really like me to do it. Parading me in front of the girls, eh? I can deal with that. Putting on my most welcoming smile, I opened the door, to find two dark beauties outside. They obviously hadn't expected to see me, because they both reddened and giggled. Where was this place, anyway? Giggle county? After a few awkward moments, I told the two young ladies, obviously twin sisters, to come on in. Heads down, still giggling furiously, they ran past me into the kitchen. I followed, prepared to play little girls' games or stay out of the way, whichever they wanted. It was little girls' games. A tea party, that was what they wanted. All three got busy preparing the tea and cookies, and after I had fetched a few things from the higher kitchen shelves, I got relegated to the parlour. Not living room, the parlour for Mr Morton. Meanwhile, Miss Adams and the Misses Cieplinski got on with their genteel, ladylike activities. I had to spy just a little bit, though, to make sure they didn't go and burn themselves or break all the crockery. After twenty minutes of much chatter and many giggles, tea was ready. They really laid a beautiful table, too, and there I was, drinking tea with my little finger sticking out, munching cookies and making polite conversation. Less of the giggling now, I noticed. This playacting probably demanded more of their concentration. After a further twenty minutes, Katie obviously got a little tired of being the lady, and went to fetch a book. "Please, Tommy, would you read for us?" "Of course. Which book is it" "Prince Caspian." Oh, wow. A Narnia book, the favorites of my own childhood. I absolutely loved those books. I mean, I know that C. S. Lewis preaches and moralizes right through all seven books, and I'm not religious, but I don't care. Those books are just so great. "Where do you want me to start?" "It doesn't matter, you choose." So I picked the chapter where the young prince enters the story, and we spent an absolutely enchanting hour hearing about the little boy prince, who loved his old nurse's tales of Old Narnia, when Talking Beasts were everywhere, and dwarfs and magicians and centaurs and what have you. And then, when his evil uncle, the King, found out, he sent the nurse away. But that didn't matter, because his new tutor, Dr Cornelius, was a dwarf and a magician, who taught him even more. And when the King had a son of his own, Caspian had to flee, and he met Trumpkin and Nikabrik the dwarfs, Trufflehunter the badger, Pattertwig the squirrel, the Three Bulgy Bears and all the wonderful creatures I had such fond memories of. III. Ah, well, all good things come to an end. After I finished reading, with a promise to Katie of more at bedtime, I sent the girls on their way, and got on with household chores. Then, a second look at the Tape. Oh, yeah, it was just as hot as the first time. I played the piss scene over and over, my breath getting heavier and heavier and my mind fuzzier and fuzzier, when all of a sudden I heard running steps in the hallway. Up in a flash, off with the VCR and out with the tape. Whew! It was just Robbie. I relaxed. "I got it! I got it!" He was yelling and practically dancing with excitement right there on the floor, muddy shoes and all. "You got what?" I asked, smiling. "The recording! I got it here. They did everything. Everything! Can we watch it? Right now? Please, Tommy, pleeeaasssse?" "Hm, I don't know. I'm not sure this is good for you, you know." "Aw, c'mon! That's not fair! Anyway, I've seen it all before. I did the recording, you know." He was getting mad now. Good. Much better to see him asserting himself than just taking everything I dished out. "I guess you're right. Could you set up the gear, so we can watch it directly from the camcorder?" "Sure, won't take a minute." He was as good as his word. In no time at all, everything was ready, and we both sat back on the sofa to watch. I suddenly remembered that Brad and Tim might come in at any moment. Robbie had seen them going off to fish, however, and assured me they wouldn't be back for hours. It turned out Robbie was right. He did have it all on tape, and the two older boys had held nothing back. They hadn't bothered to get up in the tree house this time, but went at it on the ground beneath. Before long, Brad was on his back, his cock being devoured by Timmy. I was absorbed, and didn't notice what Robbie was up to for a while. "Tommy?" he whispered. "Hmm?" "I'm hot. Can I take it out?" "What?" "My dick. So I can play with it?" "Yeah, sure, whatever." Hurriedly, he took off his shorts and threw them on the floor. Shit, what had I just agreed to? Here was I, a nineteen year old responsible adult, with my eleven year old cousin completely naked, stroking his young dick, while we were both watching his older brother getting sucked off on the TV screen? What happened to responsibility? It lost out to libido. Didn't put up much of a fight, either. And anyway, the kid was quite a sight. He'd be turning some heads in the years to come. Hell, he was probably turning heads even now. "Will you do it, too, Tommy?" "Do what?" "Will you take out your dick and play with it? So we can do it together, I mean?" Would I? Wasn't this the right time for responsibility to reassert itself? Then again, he had done all the work, and it was not like he wanted me to fuck his ass. Hell, why not? "Okay, but I'm gonna go get a towel. You want one?" "Yeah, sure." I ran off to the bathroom to get two towels, and when I got back, Robbie was complety naked on the sofa. "Fair's fair", I thought to myself, and got out of my clothes, too. Robbie's eyes were all over me, wide as saucers. And responsibility checked out, once and for all. I was all lust by now. We continued to watch the happenings on the screen. Or I did, while Robbie seemed to have eyes only for me. My ego was having the trip of a lifetime. On the screen, meanwhile, Timmy was on his back, Brad's cock plowing his asshole with long, slow strokes. "Can I touch it, please?" Could Robbie touch my hard dick? Sure he could. I gave him the go-ahead, and he lost no time. He actually got on his knees in front of me, gripping it with both hands. "Wow!" he whispered, more to himself than me. I couldn't help but grin at him. "Can I stroke it, too?" "Sure you can. Just don't grip too hard." "I won't." I leaned back, trying to relax and breathe deeply, the TV screen and it's show completely forgotten by now. Robbie began a slow, gentle motion up and down. Long, slow movements, with the foreskin covering the head completely on the upstroke. Neither he nor Brad were cut, so he had more than an inkling of what a foreskin is good for. Soon, he was into a steady rhythm, and I could feel the build-up in my balls. "I'm gonna cum soon, Robbie" I whispered. "Please, can I keep going until you do?" "Okay, but just use short strokes, and don't move so high up. Move your hands down by the base and just a tiny bit up and down. That way it'll last longer." He did it just right, and the build-up slowed, yet didn't stop. After a short while I told him to speed up just a little bit. I spread the towel out, so it would reach up to my chin. Didn't want to mess up the whole sofa. "Oh, yeah, Robbie, it's, uhn, it's getting closer. Keep goin', mmm, yeah." My balls were riding the shaft now. Oh, yes, yes, yess! "Here it cums, owwaaahh!" "Oww, shiiitt! I'm cumming! Fuckkk!" The first rope of cum shot clean up to my forehead , the next to my chin, the others went on the towel. After thirty seconds, I still hadn't finished spasming. My balls were scrunched up so hard, it felt like they were taking off on their own inside me. Finally, I opened my eyes, to find Robbie staring at me, gaping and wide-eyed. "See something you like, kiddo?" I croaked out. He shut his mouth, blushing furiously. "Yeah! That was so great! I've never seen Brad or Tim act like that when they cum. Do you do that every time?" "No, just when it's an extra hot guy helping me." Another blush. The tomato look seemed to be in fashion. "I see you're exited too. Want me to help you with that thing?" I pointed to Robbie's little pecker, obviously steel hard. "Yes, please!" "Okay, climb up on my lap." He scrambled up, and sat down right on my still aching dickhead. I adjusted my pecker so it was pointing up his back, put my left arm around his shoulders, and told him to lay back and relax. "Yes, Tommy, oh, that's wonderful. Grip it a little harder and go faster." I complied, my hand moving almost in a blur. I had a sense this kid needed release more than anything right then. With a few gasps and groans, he exploded, shooting the first little jet so high it hit me in the face, then two more that landed on the towel, ending with a small ooze from the tip of his dick. He relaxed, leaning forward and hugging me. It was an innocent gesture, at least compared to what we had just done together, but it left me with a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. One that I wasn't sure I welcomed. "You liked that, didn't you, Robbie?" "Oh, yeah. It was the greatest thing of my life. Can we do it again?" "Maybe, if you're good. But this is all it's gonna be, you know. No fucking or sucking." "Okay." "Now, how about that tape? Is it finished yet?" Almost, it seemed. There was only about a minute left. But what a minute! Timmy was on his hands and knees, Brad flat on his back under him. Tim's dick was gushing out a stream of piss all over his cousin's chest, while from his mouth another stream dribbled over the other boy's face. It seemed he'd been taking Brad's piss in his own mouth and saving it, just to give it back to him. As the stream subsided, the screen went blank. "Is that the end?" I asked Robbie. "Yep." "Okay, you take care of the necessary with the tape, then give it to me. I'll find a safe place for it. Now let's get cleaned up and get out in the pool." IV. Well, that took a lot out of me (heh, heh!), so I welcomed the opportunity to just play around in the pool for a while. Robbie seemed keen for more, because he was grabbing me amidships all the time, and making sure his swimming trunks rode high on his ass, but I was having no more of it that day. Couldn't have him thinking I was a pushover. Events had proved that I was, but I thought it wise not to let him believe that. After a couple of hours we finished in the pool. He was starting to be comfortable in the water now, and we were almost ready to start swimming practice for real. Robbie was still not willing to let the sex thing rest, though. "I sure would like to do more of what we were doing earlier", he said. "Maybe try some other things, too." "Sure you would. Who with? Not with me, at least not if you're gonna take it further." His face fell. "You don't know any kids your own age who might be willing?" He frowned in thought for a while, before his face lit up again. "I guess maybe Pat Mahoney might. Everybody knows he's gay." "Who's Pat Mahoney?" "He's a kid from school. He's one grade over me, and he just turned thirteen. He's a bit bigger than me, but not much." "And how come everybody knows he's gay?" "'Cause he's always starin' at the other guys in the shower or in the locker room." "Dont't the other guys give him a hard time about that?" "They did for a while, but the principal put a stop to it when she suspended two of them." "My, my. A principal of principles." "I'm not sure that's it. You see, Tim's mom is the mayor, so I guess she made the principal do it." I had heard uncle Bill talk about this lady mayor. Apparently, she wore barbed wire underwear, chewed broken glass and conducted human sacrifices by the full moon. I could well imagine her cracking down on a school principal. "So now everybody is comfortable with this kid checking them out all the time?" "I don't know. Gino Andratti told me most guys just got used to it and don't notice it anymore. And some guys even like it, he said." "I'll bet they do. Do you know this Pat fellow?" "Sure I do. It's a small school." "Well enough to invite him over here for the day and try to get it on with him?" "Maybe, if it was just him and me." "Yeah. Hm. Now, that might be a problem, but maybe it can be arranged. Any thoughts?" "Well, on Tuesday there's a swim meet over at the community college. That's not so far away, and I think Katie and Brad might like to go." "Do you, now? And maybe you were thinking I might take them, so you could have the house to yourself for a few hours?" True to form, he blushed and giggled. "Yeah." "You know, kid, that just might work. It just might. Now, go shower and get dressed. On your own!" The boy pretended to slink off dejectedly, but he couldn't fool me. That spring in his step was a giveaway for sure. V. Pat Mahoney was duly contacted. He came over first on the Sunday, just to allow him to be more comfortable around the house. He was quite a looker, if you like the red-faced, apple-cheeked type, which I personally don't find all that hot, but nevertheless, he was a fine specimen of the genre. Meanwhile, in the late afternoon of the day of my romp with Robbie, Brad and Tim had showed up, fishing tackle and fish in hand. As they approached the house and saw me sitting on the back porch reading, they seemed inordinately pleased with themselves. At least, all the whispering and the furtive looks they sent me, gave me that impression. Me, I played the innocent, just giving them a smile and asking how their day had been, putting up a surprised face when they burst into laughter. I followed them inside, though. Couldn't miss the show. After a couple of minutes, even I could hear angry whispering. Going by the sound, I found the two boys in a corridor, fists clenched tight along their sides, faces beet red and only an inch apart. "Trouble, boys?" I asked sweetly. Tim turned away quickly, leaving Brad to stutter out some inane answer. "Ah, well. See you both for supper. Thanks for the fish, I'm sure it'll taste great. Supper was a bit of an eventful affair, too, at least for Robbie and me, who were in the know. We had thought up a small deception, just to keep Brad and Tim off Robbie's back. "Oh, Robbie!" I said. "You know that tape I found in your room when I came to wake you up?" Two heads jerked up, four eyes widening. "No, which one is that?" "The one on the floor. It was a short one, only one hour running time. I hope you didn't have anything important on it." "I don't think so, why?" "Because I used it to tape a TV show this afternoon. I looked at the beginning first, but it looked like it was only static, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to use it." Whoa! Some guys around this table needed to learn control of their limbs. Shoving the fork into the tablecloth like that is not good manners. Won't get you received in the best houses. "No problem, Tommy. I'm not sure which one it was, but I don't have any one-hour tapes with anything important on." I had hoped to keep the two teenagers in agonizing suspense for days, but I had decided I couldn't have them turning on Robbie. He might give the show away. Or worse, they could have hurt him. Oh, well, can't have everything. They still seemed a bit out of sorts, both of them. Hardly a word to be had out of either during the whole meal. The next few days were pretty uneventful, except, as I said, Pat Mahoney turned up. So did the Cieplinski sisters, but Timmy stayed out of the way. Brad stayed mostly in his room. A good thing, too, because he was in a black mood. Tuesday came along, as beautiful as all the other days of my stay, although a little cooler. We all had a leisurely morning, and around one p.m., I told Brad and Katie to get ready for a movie and the swim meet. Robbie was staying home alone, as far as they both knew. "I don't wanna go" Brad muttered sullenly. "I don't care, mister. You're comin', and you're gonna be sunny." "Why?" "For your sister's sake. She really wants to go, and she adores you, even though you ignore her most of the time. She deserves it." "Maybe she does. But she'd probably get just as much of a thrill out of going with just you." "Maybe, but I'm not her brother. She doesn't love me like she loves you. She needs quality time with you, too." God, did I just say "quality time"? How trite does it get? Or maybe not; it seemed to flatter Brad no end, because he gave up his protests and even put on a small smile. "Besides, there might be something in it for you too, young Bradley." Now, that was obviously interesting. "Like what?" "Like, weeell, like you and me out by the tree house, gettin' it on. Tomorrow morning." "Why not in my room tonight?" "Because I say so. Be good, then we'll go off early and you can have your wicked way with me." I almost laughed as he turned his back to me to get dressed. That jaunty walk was exactly the same as I had observed with Robbie earlier. It seemed I had found just the right bribe for these two kids. Fornication, that's what they wanted. It's enough to make you believe this country has a future, after all. The movie was nothing memorable, and I could have skipped the swim meet, too, without any sense of great loss. My two cousins enjoyed it, though, laughing, hollering and talking "shop" most of the time. Me, I had taken out my hearing aids quite early in the proceedings. This turned out to be a smart move. The acoustics in that place were so strong that if I hadn't had a hearing problem already, I sure would have gotten one. As it was, I spent most of the time thinking of Robbie and Pat. My little cousin and I had thought up a cunning plan to lure the unsuspecting thirteen year old into bed. VI. By the early evening, we were all home. Robbie greeted us, obviously freshly showered. Pat, it seemed, had left only half an hour before. From the stupid grin Robbie wore on his face, I assumed a result had been achieved, but I'd have to wait till later to hear about it. At supper everybody seemed in a cheery mood. "I was thinking, Brad, that maybe you and I could go fishing early tomorrow. Did you see or hear any weather reports?" "Far as I know, it's gonna be another sunny day. What time you wanna go?" "Is 5:30 too early? Then we can be back by 9:00 at the latest, and we can all have breakfast together." "Cool." "Then it's settled. Katie, will you be safe with just Robbie around?" "I guess." She seemed a little sceptical, though. "We'll take a cell phone so you can get in touch with us if you have to. And Robbie, did your parents tell you about the 911 service?" "Yeah, I know about that. No problem." Katie perked up visibly, and I felt reassured. The safety of the kids were, after all, my number one responsibility. After we ate, all four of us settled down for a game of Monopoly. We never got to finish it, though, because Katie started nodding, so I decided it was bed time for her. It wasn't late, but she'd had a tiring day. After the teeth were duly brushed and the nightwear on, it was a short spell of Narnia and then lights out. Brad and Robbie had packed up the game, and as soon as I returned to the boys, Brad announced that he was hitting the hay, too, as he was getting up so early. Ten more minutes, and Robbie and I were on our own. "Now, then, how'd it go with Pat today?" "It was so great. Everything worked out just as I hoped." "Yeah? Go on." "Well, I did what you said, and told him we could play around in the pool for a little. I wore my old swimming trunks, the ones that are too small for me, just to give him some "eyecandy", like you said." "Did it work?" "Sure did. He was gawping at me all the time. I'm sure he had a boner, too, only I couldn't see very well, 'cause he wore some baggy shorts." "And then?" "We played some video games, and I made sure I only had shorts on, and I stayed close to him, so we were touching each other as much as possible. Then I told him about you, and how you'd taught me some wrestling moves, and I wanted to try them." Smart kid. I'd never wrestled in my life, and it was not an idea that would have struck me. "So?" "Well, I can't wrestle, and he's bigger than me, so I had no chance. I just dropped to the floor as much as I could, trying to make him land on top of me." Oh, my. Sounds like fun. Wish I had been as resourceful at Robbie's age. "Did he like that?" "I think so. At least I could feel his boner more than once. I made sure he could feel mine, too." Good boy. "And then I told him I knew where the key to the liquor cabinet was, and asked if he wanted something to drink." "Way to go. What did you get him?" "Vodka, like you said, but just two small drinks. And I made sure I mixed mine with a lot of water. Planting that water bottle in the cabinet was really smart, Tom. That way, he couldn't see what I was doing while I poured." "Ah, well, you pick up a trick or two along the way. And?" Robbie leaned back and smiled serenely. "Well?" "Well what?" "What happened then?" "Oh, you wanna hear about it?" "Damn you, boy, of course I wanna hear about it!" "Well, why didn't you say so, then?" "Hah, hah. Go on!" "Yeah, well, I told him I had some dirty magazines in my room, and did he wanna look at them? And he did." "I'll bet. Do you have dirty magazines?" "No. So I just lay down on the bed and pretended to search for something, so I could turn on the bug we planted." "Yes! So you got a sound recording of it all?" "Yup. You wanna hear it?" "Bring it on, kiddo." "Okay, come into my room, then." I ran off, Robbie following at a more leisurely pace. I guess he had realized by now that he was in control, and was starting to enjoy it. "Now, let's see. Where did I put that tape?" "Quit goofing around, Robbie, and find it, will ya?" "Okay, here it is. I'll just put it in the tape deck. Here are the headphones, now just lay down on the bed and enjoy it. I'm gonna listen, too. While we were eating, I made a copy. I'll listen to that on this old portable recorder." I eagerly grabbed the headphones, plugged them in, and started up the stereo set. Then I lay down on the bed. I hoped Robbie had been vocal, like I told him. VII. "So, Robbie, where are those magazines?" It took a little while before I recognized Pat's voice, but it came through loud and clear. Quite a bit of noise from the tape itself, but I could hear just fine. "There aren't any. But we can still have fun." "How do you mean?" Did I hear desire in young Patrick's voice, or was that just me? "I kinda like you, you know, Pat." "Yeah?" "I noticed you lookin' at me, too, when we were in the pool. And I could feel your boner when we were wrestling." "Mmmm?" "So, is it okay for me to stick my hand down your shorts and stroke your ass like I'm doin' right now?" "Mmhmmm." "I'm hard. You wanna feel it?" "Yeah." "Put your hand right here, then." "Oh, yeah, Pat, that's real good. Move over on your side, so I can feel yours." A spell of moaning. Come on, Robbie, tell me what's going on here! "Oh, yeah, Pat, I like that. Put your hand inside my shorts and grab my dick. Oooh, yeah!" "Robbie?" "Yeah?" "You wanna get, you know, like, naked?" "I sure would." A little bit of hurried moving about. Soon over, though. Guess the kids didn't have a lot on. I could feel a hand moving up my own leg. I suppose I should stop it. "Oh, yeah, Robbie, you look really good. Man, you even got hair down there, just as much as me." "I guess I do. Now, move closer." More moaning and now some slurping sounds. Kissing? The hand on my thigh was squeezing harder now, and moving higher...... I really should stop it. "Mmm, oh, yeah, Robbie, that's really great. Stroke my ass, mmm." No inhibitions left in Master Mahoney by this stage. Guess the warm-up exercises did their job. Now, what little tricks had I taught Robbie again? This stroking the ass thing was certainly not my idea. Felt good, though. Two small hands on the outside of my pants, stroking, prodding me to lift my legs. Yeaaah. "It's big, Pat. You want me to stroke it for you?" "Sure, Robbie, just go on sucking on my nipples a little bit first. I never knew that could feel so good." That was my advice. In my experience, most guys like having their nipples sucked, bitten, tweaked or pulled. Great warm-up, that. The hands were moving to my front, now, stroking my balls through the fabric. Should I stop them? "Oh, Robbie, yeah, keep going. Uhn, uhn, I'm gonna cum soon." "Yeah, cum for me, Pat. Let me see your cum squirting out of your big dick." He had giggled when we practiced that line. It sounds a little goofy out of context, but when a hot guy is jacking you off, it's turn-on, all right. Was that the button in my pants popping open? I really should stop those hands, but not just yet. Not yet. "Owaah, hungh, yeah, Robbie, I'm cumming. NOOOWWW! Ohh, sweet Jesus, yes!" Much thumping and thrashing about here. My zipper going down. Mmm. Not stopping those hands yet. I don't think so. "Oh, my, Robbie, that was the greatest. You want me to do you now?" "Sure, but there's no hurry. Get your breath back." "Okay. Hey, what are you doing, man? That tickles." "Just tasting your cum, Pat. It's sweet." "Isn't that gross, though?" "Naw. In fact, I think I'll lick it all up." "Ahh, hee, hee! That really tickles. Stop!" "Really?" "No, not really. It feels good, only it tickles so." "I'll finish, then. Can I lick it off your dick, too?" "Sure, sure." Pat was getting that dreamy tone of voice now, the one I love to hear. And those hands were trying to get my pants down. Had to help a bit. Lift my ass off the bed. There! That was better. My cock was starting to be really painful in those pants. Funny, they're not really that tight. "Oh, yeah, that's great, Robbie. I'd really like you to suck it, but I wanna do you first. Can you move up so you're sitting on my stomach, sort of? Yeah, that's it. You know, yours isn't that small, either. How big is it?" "Bigger than usual, that's for sure." Robbie, Robbie, where do you take it from? "I'm sure it is, but seriously, how big is it?" "About four inches." "That's the size mine was a year ago, too. It's five inches now. But you got foreskin. That's so cool. Is it wide enough for me to put a finger inside it? Wow, it is! That's so totally cool. Do you like that?" "Yeah. But I really need to cum now, you know?" I could hear the pleading in Robbie's voice. Meanwhile, the hands were pulling my pants off. One leg,then the other. Whoa! A mouth on my thigh. I really should put a stop to it, but it felt so good. "Okay, move up a little bit more." "Oh, yeah, Pat, take it in your mouth, mmmmh." Slurp, slurp. "I'm gonna cum, Pat, soon. Oh, yeah, Pat, suck on it, unh, oh, yeaaaah! I'm cumming, shiiiitt!" Pant, pant. "Oh, man, that was so great. I thought you were gonna swallow it." "Not yet. But the feeling of your hot cum on my face was great. Do I look funny?" "Yeah, you do. Like you got some weird disease." "I guess so. Tastes okay, though." "Here, let me help you clean that off." More slurping. Both of them licking Robbie's cum off Pat's face, it seemed. Oh yeah, hands, squeeze my balls! Harder! Make it hurt! "That was so great, Robbie! I'm hard again. You wanna do some more?" "Sure, in just a minute. Look, I can make mine jump up and down, can you do that?" "That's funny. I don't think I can just now, though, it's too hard. Lie down again, Robbie, and come closer." The hands were moving inside my boxers now, moving in from below, cupping my ass cheeks. Or trying to. Here's a thought, Tom. If you lift your ass from the bed a bit, they can get better access. Yeah, that's right. Nice, mmm. "So, you ready to do some more, Pat?" "You bet. I've been ready a long time." "Okay. You wanna try the seventy-minus-one?" "The seventy-minus... Ah, I can figure that out. The sixty-nine, you mean?" "The boy has brains. That's what I mean, all right." "You betcher. Let me just shift around a bit, so we're lying the right way." Oh, yes, little hands. Slide those boxers off! Not much dialogue on the tape now, mainly muffled moans and groans. Meanwhile, one hand pulling hard at my scrunched-up balls, the other one gently, ever so gently, jacking me off. Oh, yes, Robbie, just like I taught you, tiny movements down by the base. Guess I'll just let you keep going for a while. "Pat?" "Yeah?" "Sucking is great, you know, but there's something else I'd really like to try." "What?" "Will you fuck me?" "You mean you'd let me?" "Yeah, I really want to." "Man, I don't know. That's, you know, a little scary. What if I hurt you?" "You won't, I've fucked myself lots of times. You know, with my fingers and some other stuff." "What stuff?" "Carrots." Holy moly! Carrots? "Carrots?" "Yeah, and you needn't laugh so hard. It's good, you know." "I guess so. You sure I won't hurt you, then?" "I'm sure. I mean, you're big, but not as big as some of the carrots I've had." Giggle, giggle, little boy, never thought a carrot was a toy. What was that? Shit! It was a tongue on my shaft, moving gently upwards. Would this be the time to stop? Probably, but...... Oh, what the heck. "Okay, then, I'll try. But you gotta tell me if it hurts, right?" "I will." "How do we do this, anyway?" "I thought I could lie on my back, and then I'd put my feet over your shoulders." "Fine. Move over, then." Pat was getting eager now. Not much hesitation anymore. "You gotta use some lube on your dick first. On my asshole, too." "You got any?" "Yeah, I got Vaseline." I had thought of lending Robbie some K-Y, but we had decided that would make it all seem too premeditated. "Okay. Will you lube me up?" "Sure. Come over here." Man, my balls were hurting. I half wanted Robbie to let go of them, but then I'd probably cum straight away. I just had to listen to him getting fucked up his little boy ass before I shot my wad. He was licking me all over by now. "There, now we're both lubed up. Stick your hard cock inside my ass and fuck me till I can't see straight!" It's strange how intelligent these lines can sound when you're all hot and bursting to go. "I can't seem to find the hole, Robbie." "Hang on, I'll help. There, you're pointing right at it. Now, shove it in, hard. I can take it. Oooff! Oh, yeah, that's right." Christ, could I last any longer? And what was that warm feeling, anyway? Damn, it was Robbie sucking me. I tried try to lift his head gently off. He wouldn't budge, the little scamp. Oh, well, it wouldn't do to get violent. Leave him there. "I'm in." "Duh! I can feel that. Now, start moving. Slow or fast, I don't care. Just fuck me!" "Okay." I had my eyes open now, but somehow I didn't seem able to see much. Just a head bobbing slowly up and down between my legs. "Oh, yeah, this is so great. Your ass is really tight, unh, unh. I'm getting closer." "When you feel you're gettin' ready to cum, tell me, and then fuck me real hard and fast." "I can feel it, Robbie. I'm gettin' close. Is this okay? Hard and fast enough?" "Oh, yeah, Pat, that's wonderful. Keep goin' as long as you can, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" I was getting close, too. "Lift off, Robbie!" I panted. Or did I? He was bobbing up and down real fast, now. "Yeah, Pat, I'm gonna cum. Shoot your stuff way up my ass, aaaaahhhhh! Fuck! Shit! Yeah, I'm cumming. Owaaaah!. "Me, too. Fuuuuckkkk! Unh, aahh! I'm shootin' it inside you. Here it coooomes! Fuck!" Not the most intelligent of conversations, but I didn't care, I was cumming, too. I squeezed my legs together to keep Robbie from moving. Yeahh, here it comes, take it all, little cousin. You want it, don't you? Now you got it. Swallow hard, because here comes the flood, aaaaahhhh! Yes, yes, oh, yes, Robbie, I love you! VIII. Wow, that was pretty intense. Three hard orgasms at once, and it felt like they were all happening to me. Recovering full consciousness, I unclenched my thighs, allowing a red-faced and panting Robbie to get up. "Shit, Robbie, did I hurt you?" "Naw, that was really great. What were you saying just when you came?" What had I said? I wasn't really sure, but it seemed I had said something scary. "Oh, nothing, just the sounds of a bull in heat, you know." He looked at me a bit funny, but didn't say anything. He lay down beside me, snuggling up close. "Did you enjoy the tape?" "You just swallowed my enjoyment, kiddo." He did, didn't he? And I had expressly told him there would be no sucking. What the hell was happening to me? "Yeah, I did." He giggled some more. Was he on a giggle quota, or something? Or maybe he was Hare Krishna, and the giggle was his mantra. 1728 giggles per day. "You know, Robbie, we really shouldn't be doing what we were doing just now." "Why not?" How is it kids his age can do that "hurt puppy"-look so perfectly? "Because it's not right, that's why." "But I really want it, and nobody's gettin' hurt, are they?" "Maybe not. We'll talk some more about this later." "Tom, when you and Brad are goin' fishin' tomorrow, are you gonna suck and fuck and stuff?" I gave a big sigh. "Yeah, we are." "Piss on each other, too?" "Maybe, if Brad wants that." "I'm sure he does. Now, if you'll do something for me, I'll be a good boy and not follow." "Oh, well, what do you want?" I was fully prepared to suck him off. I mean, fair's fair, isn't it? "Piss on me. Please? I really wanna try it." My mind reeled. This was like the ultimate taboo. But then, it had been much more of a taboo only a week earlier. And anyway, it was a pretty safe activity. And I had come to love it so! And could I really resist when it was sweet Robbie begging. Only very briefly, it turned out. "Okay. But not here. Let's do it in the bathroom down the hall, in the bath tub." "Great! Let's go!" I couldn't supress a smile as Robbie hip-hopped in front of me to the bathroom. Was he gonna love this just as much as his brother did? As I did? Or would it just gross him out? Ah, well, he was soon to find out. We entered the bathroom and closed the door. Robbie was out of his clothes in a flash. "Now, in the tub, boy." He climbed in. "Lie down!" "Aww, that's cold." "I know. Just stay still, and you'll get used to it soon enough. Now, I'm undressed too. Let's see you play with yourself a bit, boy." He was doing that already. Wow, that little boner looked painful. He wasn't far from cumming, I could see that. "Now, I'm comin' into the tub. Let me know when you're gettin' close, and then I'll let loose. First on your belly, then up to your chest and your face, then down to your dick, and if there's anything left, I'll piss on your face some more. Okay?" He nodded, eyes glazed. Soon, he was panting heavily. It's gettin' close, Tom." "Right. Here comes." Fortunately, I was pretty full up, and had no trouble releasing my pent-up supply of piss. It was almost clear in color. "Oh, Tom, it's wonderful. I'm cumming, yeah!" It was nearly a dry orgasm, but there were some drops oozing out of his dickhead. I aimed my jet directly for it, and he spasmed violently, a rapt expression on his face. A piss lover extraordinaire was born, it seemed. After a while, we were both relatively composed again. I reached for the showerhead to get him cleaned up, but he stopped me. "I gotta piss, too. I'll just let loose right here." "Wait, I'll help you." As we were getting degenerate here anyway, I thought it wouldn't hurt to take things just one step further. And it'd probably please him. "Okay." He looked up at me expectantly. I got down on my knees between his legs, a bit awkwardly, and leaned down towards his crotch. His eyes widened. "Are you gonna drink my piss?" he whispered, awed. "Yep. When I get my lips around it, you just let go when you're ready." I took it in my mouth. It was still slightly hard. He seemed to have some trouble, and he was straining. I lifted my head again. "Just relax, kiddo. Relax." Finally, he was making it. Just a small dribble at first, then a steady stream hit the roof of my mouth. I began swallowing. Shit, I had thought wallowing was great, but swallowing was the greatest turn-on ever. And it was so sweet and warm, too. All too soon, his young bladder was empty. He looked at me dreamily. Hmm, did I really want what I thought I could see in those eyes? Well, time enough to worry about that later. Right now, a quick clean-up and then to bed. Fifteen minutes later, I was falling to sleep, alone in my bed, visions of a young boy nestling in my arms. What had I gotten myself into? This story is copyrighted by einhard, december 2000. All rights reserved.