Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1998 19:27:18 PST
From: Rock Hardy <rockhardy@hotmail.com>
Subject: TJ (m/m youngfriends)

This is an original work of fiction, involving consensual sexual acts 
between minor boys. If such stories offend, please do not read it. This 
story is intended for persons over the age of 18 as an audience.

		   TJ - A Boy's Secret World (PART ONE)

TJ and his friends discovered the joys of being naked together when they 
were four years old. He had two buddies - Blake, who had light brown 
hair and who was very outgoing and a little spoiled, and Mikey, who had 
blond hair and was a very loyal friend. TJ himself was a blondie with 
blue-grey eyes.

The games started at Blake's big house in the country. Blake's parents 
were College profs, as were all three boys parents. Very liberal, 
educated people who tolerated sex-play in their children.

The boys were playing in the woods behind the big old Country Estate, 
when Blake suddenly announced that he had to pee. He pulled down the 
front of his shorts and his white cotton underpants, and exposed his 
small pink dinky. The other boys came closer, their eyes riveted onto 
the sight of the little penis. Neither boy had seen another boys dinky 
before this. Blake gave a sigh, as pee started streaming out of his 
little organ. He waved it around, spraying bushes, leaves and 
undergrowth. Mikey said "I need to pee too!" and unzipped his small blue 
corduroys. He pulled his tiny organ out and had to hold it very tight to 
prevent it sliding back into his underwear. He began spraying everywhere 
and giggling.

"Me too! Me too!" giggled TJ, and he unsnapped his jeans and slid them 
and his batman undies down to his ankles. He didn't really need to go, 
but he wanted to be a part of the game, and the idea that his friends 
would see his little weiner gave him a warm tingly feeling in his 
groin.

"Look at TJ! He's bare-bummed!" shrieked Blake, who had finished peeing 
but had not put his dinky away. Mikey had also finished, and had pulled 
his pants and undies down in imitation of his buddy. He stood looking at 
TJ and slowly stroking his uncut penis with his stubby little fingers. 

"I am too" he said "Hey TJ, I dare you to take off ALL your 
clothes!"

"Okay, but you have to do it too." Was the reply. The other boys agreed, 
and soon all three, clad only in their socks and shoes were chasing each 
other through the bushes giggling and shreiking. Finally they came to a 
clearing, and Blake, who had been chasing TJ, tackled him and they 
collapsed onto a carpet of soft green grasses. Mikey came up and piled 
on too. They rolled around on top of each other for a few minutes until 
Blake's mother's voice calling them put an end to the game. Reluctantly 
they gathered their clothes, dressed, and headed back to the 
house.

That was only the beginning of a long sweet exploration of themselves, 
each other, and their bodies. Once Pandora's box had been opened, it 
seemed there was no turning back. The boys often were together at 
Blake's house that summer, and there were more peeing and nude chasing 
games in the woods.

TJ was particularly interested in bodily functions, as most boys that 
age are. He started inventing games for them to play in the big basement 
bathroom while the adults visited on the main floor. One day, he had to 
poop and he invited the other boys in to watch. He pulled off his white 
shorts and his undies, then sat on the toilet backwards and leaned 
forward as far as he could. This allowed his friends to see his little 
anus opening up and his poop sliding out into the toilet, which they 
both enjoyed. He insisted that they do it too so he could watch, but 
neither boy needed to go number two. He dared them both to try peeing 
lying sideways across the toilet bowl with their weiners hanging inside 
the bowl. Both boys agreed to try it. 

Sometimes, Mikey's mom would bring him over to TJ's parent's acreage for 
a visit. There were woods there too, just right for little boys naked 
games. Often, the two boys would poop in the woods while the other 
watched, wiping themselves with leaves. Then they would examine the 
results, holding their noses against the stink, but fascinated by what 
their bodies had produced.

TJ liked both of his friends, but he was especially fond of Mikey. 
Fortunately, their moms were best friends, whose husbands were on the 
same faculty, unlike Blake's father, who was an administrator. When 
Mikey would sleep over, they would sleep in the same bed. They would 
wrestle around a little, tickling each other, and then TJ would kiss his 
friend with little pecks. They would fall asleep in each other's arms, 
blissfully untouched as yet by the blight of homophobia. Just best 
buddies, united in friendship and love, and often united against the 
perceived tyranny of the adult world.

Soon the boys were five years old, and started attending kindergarten 
together. They had many adventures and mis-adventures, including eating 
the glue and macaronis they were supposed to be pasting onto cardboard, 
making themselves throw up all over the little tables where they worked. 
TJ had one or two "accidents" in his pants, which didn't help his 
confidence any.

One day, as they were playing in the bushes in front of the big old 
brick school that housed kindergarten to grade one, an older boy, maybe 
six or seven, dared them to play doctor with him. They didn't know 
exactly what this might involve but they agreed. When they were all 
settled behind the bushes and safely out of sight of any adults , the 
older boy whose name was Kyle, had Mikey lay down on his back. Kyle 
pushed up Mikey's shirt, exposing his belly. "Does this hurt?" he asked 
in a serious voice, pushing gently on Mikey's outy.

"No" giggled Mikey. 

"Well, I have to exam you here now" said Kyle, pointing at Mikeys groin. 
He undid the snap on Mikey's brown corduroys, and pulled the zipper 
down. Mikey laughed, a little nervously, but didn't interfere.
Blake and TJ sat on either side of Mikey. TJ was very excited, as he 
guessed what was coming next. He watched in fascination as Kyle pulled 
the flaps of Mikey's baggy cords open, exposing the front of Mikey's 
white briefs. "Tell me if this hurts" said Kyle in his best doctor 
imitation voice. He put two fingers and a thumb in the fly of Mikey's 
undies and grabbed the little dinky that waited therein. "Ooooo!" 
sighed Mikey.

As TJ bent closer to see clearly, Kyle brought Mikey's tiny penis out 
through the fly where they could all see it. It was a very handsome 
little job, about an inch in length, and with a slight extension of 
foreskin. Kyle carefully grasped the ends of the foreskin, and pulled it 
down, exposing a very handsome little helmet with a drop of pee oozing 
out. He non-chalantly wiped the tip with his thumb, causing Mikey to 
squirm. "Looks okay" he pronounced solemly. Kyle began pushing the 
foreskin up and down and before long TJ was surprised to see Mikey's 
little weiner getting bigger, until it was almost two and a half inches 
long. Kyle let go of it and it stayed standing straight up, the pee-slit 
winking at them merrily. "Feel how hard it is!" said Kyle.

Mikey grasped his penis in stubby fingers and gave it a little squeeze, 
causing the head to push out even a little more from the foreskin. 
"WOW!" Blake's eager fingers pushed Mikey's away and he grasped the 
stiffy in his fist. "It's like a rock!" he declared. "Let me!" said TJ. 
Blake removed his hand and TJ grabbed hold of Mikey's five year old 
boner. It did feel hard, but the outside skin was still soft and smooth. 
It felt rigid though, and throbbed a little in his fist. He decided to 
see if it could get even bigger, and began pulling the foreskin up and 
down as he had seen Kyle doing. It didn't get any bigger, but it began 
to throb even harder against his fingers. Mikey began to turn red in his 
face and to squirm his legs. "Mmmmmm!" was all he could muster to 
say.

"More examination!" barked Kyle suddenly and pushed TJ roughly away. 
"Turn over" he commanded. Mikey quickly complied, and his little boner 
buried itself in the soft grass under him. Kyle began tugging at Mikey's 
pant and underwear and before long, Mikey's moon-white buttocks were 
exposed to them all. Losing all grip on his role in the excitement, Kyle 
placed one hand on either cheek and gave them a squeeze. They were soft 
but firm, and there were no signs of any hips yet. Grinning, Kyle pulled 
the cheeks apart gently, further and further. "Look!" he cried. TJ and 
Blake both bent over Mikey to see, narrowly avoiding bonking their 
heads. TJ saw that, nestled between Mikey's snow-white cheeks was a 
pinkish-brown flower of flesh, a puckered little bum-hole. He felt his 
own dinky give a jump and start to stiffen. He put one hand 
unconsciously into his pocket and squeezed his penis through the 
cloth.

Meanwhile, Kyle had released one cheek, and was licking the index finger 
on his right hand, slicking it with spit. Suddenly he brought that 
finger down and jabbed it into the soft pink rosebud. "Eeeek!" cried out 
Mikey, but he didn't move. "Shhhhh!!" they all replied, not wanting to 
be interrupted by adults at this crucial point. Kyle began twisting his 
finger around and wiggling it as he drove it relentlessly deeper and 
deeper into Mikey hole. It felt as soft and warm as the insides of his 
mouth when he sucked his fingers sometimes. Finally, it was fully inside 
Mikey's bum-hole. TJ was amazed, and blinked his eyes. Yes, it was 
true. Kyles finger appeared to end at the knuckle, and all else was 
buried in Mikey's poop-hole. "I feel his poop!" cried Kyle with triumph, 
and pulled his finger out. Mikey quickly turned over and sat up and all 
the boys stared at Kyle's finger. There was no sign of poo on it though. 
Kyle lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. "Smell!" All the boys took 
turns smelling Kyle's finger. TJ found that it wasn't as smelly as he 
had expected, it was a little funky, but smelling it had made his own 
wiener swell and it was now as stiff as Mikey's had been.

This episode made quite an impression on TJ. He began experimenting with 
his own little bum-hole. While lying in bed, he would turn onto his 
stomach and slide a hand down the back of his pyjamas. Short fingers 
probed his hole, rubbing the opening, poking in. It kind of hurt to push 
his finger in very far. He tried drooling on his finger, and got it in a 
little further. The pressure actually was very pleasant, and made his 
weiner swell. One night, after his mom had given him a massage with baby 
oil, he rolled his finger around in what was left of the oil, and tried 
poking his bum again. This time, his finger slid right in like it was 
made to fit. The feeling was incredible. His finger felt like it was 
wrapped in a tiny sucking mouth, and his anal passage tingled with the 
fullness of his finger inside. His penis quickly became engorged as he 
wiggled his finger around, and he began rubbing his stiffy on the sheets 
beneath him. Wiggling, rubbing, rubbing, poking.... suddenly he felt a 
warmth and a tightness in his groin, and then he felt himself peeing! He 
jumped up and checked the bed under him, but no matter how hard he 
searched, he could find no puddle of pee.

Now that TJ understood the secret, he began a quest to do the thing that 
Kyle had claimed to do. He wanted to feel Mikey's poo while it was still 
in his bum. This turned out to be harder than anticipated. He had no 
problem convincing Mikey to let him stick a baby-oiled finger into his 
rear, but he never seemed to find anything in there. On the other hand, 
Mikey's dinky would get as stiff as his had, and they both enjoyed 
having TJ finger Mikey's bum and with his other hand, pull Mikey's 
foreskin up and down.

One day, Mikey was visiting, and announced that he had to go number two. 
The boys rushed into the bathroom, and Mikey pulled off his pants and 
underwear as TJ slicked his finger from the bottle of baby-oil. Mikey 
got on his hands and knees, and TJ knelt behind him. He had become very 
familiar with the sight of Mikey's pink-brown bum-hole, but it always 
made his dinky a little stiff to see it up close. He came up really 
close, and began sliding his finger into it. There was a little more 
resistance than usual, TJ pushed a little harder, then felt the opening 
begin to loosen, and his finger begin to slide in.

"Ooooch! Hurts a bit today." said Mikey. TJ pushed slowly but firmly in, 
further and further. When he had his finger in to the second knuckle, he 
began to feel the tip of his finger contacting something soft. He 
continued pushing, and his finger began to slide over something warm and 
squishy, but solid and bumpy. "I think I found it!" he almost squeeled 
in excitement. He twisted his finger around in the substance, then began 
to withdraw his finger. As his finger slid out, he began to see brown 
streaks on it, and then there came the distinct smell of poop. "I did 
it! I did it! I feeled your poo inside your bum"  he yelped. Mikey 
turned around, and they examined his finger. Sure enough, it was covered 
with feces. "Hmmm... better wash that off" observed Mikey. "That's 
dirty."


		   TJ - A Boy's Secret World (PART TWO)

TJ and his friends discovered the joys of being naked together when they 
were four years old. He had two buddies - Blake, who had light brown 
hair and who was very outgoing and a little spoiled, and Mikey, who had 
blond hair and was a very loyal friend. TJ himself was a blondie with 
blue-grey eyes.

The summer when they were all five years old was filled with many joys. 
The three boys often played beside a small stream that ran through the 
woods on Blake's family's Estate. There they caught crayfish and 
salamanders, crickets and bullfrogs, and all manner of creature too slow 
to escape the quick wit and fingers of little boys. Sometimes, when TJ 
was alone with either Mikey or Blake, they would lie on their backs and 
watch the clouds roll over. TJ would cuddle up close, and maybe sneak a 
kiss. Blake didn't like to kiss, but Mikey did. 

Also, that summer, TJ discovered spanking. Well, that is to say, he had 
heard about spanking before, and seen boys get spanked on television, 
but he had never been spanked himself. He was a very even-tempered boy, 
and his parents were kindly and well-versed in child-rearing theory, so 
there had never been cause for him to be spanked. But that summer, he 
discovered a book on his parent's shelves, about a family of travelling 
musicians. It had many pictures, and for some reason, one picture was of 
the father spanking his little boy. The boy looked to be about the same 
age as TJ, and was bent over a footrest for a lazy-boy chair. His shirt 
was pushed up, and his pants and underwear pulled down, and the father 
was kneeling beside him with his hand raised. "Oh wow, bare bum!" said 
TJ to himself with delight when he saw the picture. He loved bare bums 
more than anything. He liked to see them, and he loved to touch them - 
his own, and those of his friends. As he gazed at the scene in the 
picture, his little penis began to swell, and he felt that warm tingly 
feeling in his groin. The picture and the reaction it caused in him were 
to play in important role in events soon to transpire in his young 
life.

The summer came to a close, and soon the boys were placed for the first 
time in formal schooling - grade one. All three had turned six over the 
summer. TJ was very sad on the first day, and clung to his mom and 
sobbed. But he tried to be brave and entered the long low building. As 
he entered the classroom, he stopped to stare in amazement. So many 
kids! He had never seen so many kids together in his life. There were 
almost twenty-two children, more than half of them boys. Some were small 
and thin like him, others were larger and fat. Some had freckles, others 
deep black hair. He took a chair beside Mikey.

When the recess bell rang, they all scampered down the hall toward the 
playground, their teacher in the lead. TJ turned to Mikey and said, "I 
need to pee, where do we pee?" "I think in there" replied Mikey, 
pointing to a door with a stick-boy painted on it, that another child 
was passing through. They pushed their way past the heavy wooden door, 
and sure enough, found themselves in a bathroom. It was a lot like the 
bathrooms in the department stores that TJ had been to with his family. 
Against one wall stood two low sinks, and beside that stood a series of 
urinals, the kind with the drain right in the floor. Opposite this wall 
stood a series of cubicles.

The two boys lined up in front of the urinals and pulled out their 
little wieners. TJ looked beside him, and saw standing there another boy 
who he would come to know as Scott. Scott was a little taller than TJ, 
with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He had a button nose and big full 
red lips. He was wearing blue shorts, and he had pulled these and his 
transformer briefs down to his knees. He carefully held his striped 
shirt up and away from his penis, which TJ saw was cut, and which stood 
out stiffly like a soldier at attention. TJ stared at Scott's dinky as 
he peed, then glanced to his face and saw that Scott had been looking at 
his too. They smiled at each other. "You can play with mine if you let 
me play with yours too." said Scott with a grin. "Can Mikey play too?" 
asked TJ. "Sure!"

The boys were now alone in the bathroom, and lost no time pulling their 
shirts off, and their pants and undies down to their ankles. They stood 
in a triangle, almost close enough for their members to touch. Mikey was 
pulling his foreskin up and down, and it was soon a full stiffy. TJ was 
hesitant around the stranger, but Scott reached out and grasped TJ's 
dinky roughly. He pulled gently on the little two-inch pecker, causing 
it to swell. Then he moved his hand down and stroked the soft sack 
hanging just below. No-one had played with TJ's balls before, and he 
gasped as the new boy rolled each tiny testicle in his fingers gently. 
"Do it to me" he said. TJ returned the favor, and then slid his fingers 
up and grasped Scott's tiny boner. Scott released TJ's member, and 
grabbed Mikey's instead. Mikey in turn put his hand around TJ's pecker 
and stroked it firmly. Before they knew it, the recess buzzer rang. "We 
have to go back now" stated Scott, pulling up his pants. As the boys 
hurried out into the hall, Mikey said to TJ, "I guess we should check 
out the playground next time!" and they both laughed.

But the lure of the bathroom proved too powerful, and afternoon recess 
again found the boys in that hall of adventure. This time, when they 
entered, they saw Fred - a country boy who had never seen a urinal 
before, squatting over the drain of one, taking a poop! Mikey, TJ and 
the new friend Scott all laughed. Then Scott walked up to Fred and said; 
"This is just for peeing silly!" and proceeded to pull out his penis and 
urinate right into the underpants of a very surprised Fred. Then they 
boys fled laughing out into the hall and down to the playground.

As the weeks and months crawled by, TJ, Mikey, Blake and Scott had many 
more encounters in the bathroom. Often this would consist of one amongst 
them walking up to another new boy and saying - "I will show you my 
dinky if you show me yours." If the boy agreed, they would slip into a 
cubicle and pull down their pants, and most times there would be 
fondling. Some boys could even be convinced to turn around and bend 
over, revealing their pink puckered bum-holes. If one of the friends was 
successful with a new boy, he would point him out to the others, who 
would then approach the boy for their own turn. Before very long, all 
four boys had at least seen the penis of every other boy in the class, 
and fondled over half of them.

On the playground, they also met boys from other grades, who had their 
own hallways and their own bathrooms (unfortunately!). The friends 
sometimes played with a couple of boys from the third grade named Steve 
and Tyler. These boys liked to play a version of "house", where they 
would take turns being the dad, and everyone else were the kids. One 
time, Tyler was being the dad. He grabbed Mikey and told him he was a 
bad boy and would have to be spanked. TJ was so excited he could hardly 
contain himself. Was he going to see a bare bum get spanked at last? But 
Tyler only took Mikey over his lap, gave him a few slaps on the bum, and 
let him up. From that time on, when the boys played this game, TJ would 
be sure to be as naughty a brat as he could be, and he was often 
rewarded with getting a spanking. Tyler or Steve would take him over 
their lap, and slap his bum a few times, not very hard. TJ's little 
pecker would stiffen right up, however, and he would often ask for more 
slaps. One time, he got very bold and said to Tyler; "Spank my bare 
bum!", but Tyler said; "You are weird, kid", and rolled him off.

Sometime after Christmas that year, TJ's mom got a job teaching pottery 
at the little art store in the small College town. As TJ's dad  often 
stayed on campus until late in the evening, this meant that TJ had to 
have a babysitter. His parent chose a quiet boy, the son of some close 
friends of theirs. His name was Derek. He was 11 years old, a slim boy 
with a very cute face - long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and a 
winning smile. He had done odd jobs around the property for TJ's folks 
before, and they trusted him.

What none of the adults realized, was that Derek was inordinately fond 
of younger boys. He had never gotten along with girls very much, and had 
few friends his own age. But he had played sex-games in the school 
bathroom in his day, just like the three friends were doing now, and he 
remembered that fondly, and often replayed those scenes in his mind as 
he masturbated. When his mother asked him if he would be willing to sit 
for her friend's boy TJ, he was only too happy to accept.

The first night went very well. He arrived just as supper was being 
cleared off, and then TJ's mom explained that she would not be back 
until ten p.m., and that TJ had to be in bed by eight-o-clock. He 
wouldn't need a bath that night, so he could watch t.v. until 
seven-thirty, then change into his pyjamas and maybe have a bed-time 
story until eight. The two boys watched some t.v. together, and TJ 
showed off all his favorite toys to his new big friend, (who he secretly 
had an instant crush on). When it came time for TJ to get changed, Derek 
pretended to close the bedroom door behind him, but actually left it 
open a crack. He quickly spun around and glued his eye to the crack. 
Sure enough little TJ, suspecting nothing, had pulled off his shirt and 
shoes, and was wiggling his pants and underwear down, with his back to 
the door. They slipped down and off, and Derek ran his eyes down the 
boys backside. Soft, short, blond hair, boney shoulders, skinny waist, 
OH MY GAWD! cute, rounded, ivory white buttocks. Derek felt his penis 
surge to attention, straining against the tight jean enclosure. He 
licked his lips. The little boy padded naked over to his dresser and 
took out some cute little flannel pyjamas, grey with little train 
engines on them. As he attempted to step into them, he twisted slightly 
around, and Derek caught sight of the magnificent little cock hanging 
between his legs. It was cut, maybe two inches long at most, and with a 
quite large pinkish helmet. Derek put a hand on his enflamed organ and 
squeezed it in pulses. "Ready!" called out TJ, hopping onto the bed. 
Derek paused a moment to make sure it seemed he was coming from another 
room, then opened the door. "Read this!" said TJ, holding up Mother 
Goose. "Sure, little buddy" said Derek, seating himself close up beside 
the boy. TJ handed the book to Derek and snuggled up, one arm around 
Derek's waist, and with one leg tucked beneath the other. Derek put one 
arm around the boy and drew him closer, then let his hand rest on the 
boys buttocks. He held his breath. TJ seemed not to notice, 
concentrating on the book. Derek began to read aloud, being careful to 
let TJ scan all the pictures before turning a page. Inside, his heart 
was beating like a jack-hammer. The kid was so soft and warm against him 
like this. He sniffed TJ's hair, which had a sweet floral scent. Derek's 
erection was sending Klaxon-horn alerts to his brain, 'LET ME OUT!'. 
Being as non-chalant as he could, he slid his hand up the back of the 
boy's pyjama shirt, and stroked the soft flesh of his back. TJ neither 
flinched nor commented on this. Derek moved his hand slowly lower, 
lower, until it contacted the top of the boy's pyjama pants. "This is 
it," he thought to himself "I reach paradise here or the kid freaks and 
I get in deep shit." Summoning all his courage, he slid his hand down 
the back of TJ's pyjama pants, until he had one small butt-cheek cupped 
perfectly in his palm. For a moment, TJ stiffened as he wondered to 
himself why Derek was feeling his bum. But he liked Derek, and it felt 
good, so he relaxed and didn't say anything. Then he had an idea.

Derek was just getting into the rhythm of caressing the boys buttocks, 
and was about to send a finger probing between the cheeks, when TJ 
suddenly rolled away from him. "Derek!" he barked, "I was a bad boy 
today. You have to spank me!" Derek stared at the determined little 
face, pouting lips, and was stunned. "Why? What did you do?" he asked. 
"I don't want to tell you, but it was very bad and you have to spank me, 
please Derek." "Well, okay, but we won't tell your mom, is that 
alright?" Derek ventured, his voice wavering. "Yes, don't tell my mom"

"Okay," said Derek slowly, "lie over my lap." TJ smiled and lay across 
Derek's lap, their crotches touching. His dinky was already starting to 
swell. He almost shrieked with joy when he felt Derek grasp the top of 
his pyjamas, and pull them slowly down to his knees. His bum was bare! 
He would get bare-bum spanked at last! For his part, Derek could already 
feel the familiar spasaming in his groin that meant he was cuming. He 
had nothing to shoot yet, he was not yet in puberty, but his 4 inches of 
iron-rod twitched mercilessly as he contemplated the cute bare bottom 
right below his eyes. He raised his hand and dropped it gently onto the 
little cheeks, giving them a squeeze. "Harder!" shouted TJ. Derek tried 
to swallow the brick in his throat as he raised his hand again, this 
time bringing it down with a sharp SMACK! "Again!" gasped TJ, grinding 
his erection against the stiff flesh of Derek's trapped boner. Ten 
quick, sharp slaps then followed, after which Derek, his mind suddenly 
filling with thoughts of being caught, pulled the boy up and said that 
was enough. He glanced down as the boy pulled up his little pyjamas, and 
was surprised to see that the kid had a full-hard boner!


		  TJ - A Boy's Secret World (PART THREE)

After the spanking, TJ announced that he needed to pee, and jumped down 
off the bed. Derek followed him, spellbound, to the bathroom. TJ didn't 
bother closing the door, and Derek leaned against it, his eyes riveted 
on the little erection as it released a thin yellow stream into the 
bowl.

Derek was transported back, by this sight, to the numerous occasions 
when he had exhibited himself to younger boys in the washroom at the 
mall in the big city. His parents often spent the day on Saturdays in 
the neighboring city, which was not so big really, but big enough to 
support a thriving shopping mall. In the mall, there was a video-games 
arcade, and Derek would be dropped off here with twenty dollars in the 
morning, and picked up again around four-o-clock.

Right beside the arcade was a public bathroom. Derek would while away 
the time playing Mortal Combat or pinball machines, keeping a watchful 
eye on the door of the bathroom, which could be seen from the front area 
of the arcade. If he spotted a cute little guy heading for the door, 
unaccompanied by an adult, he would quickly quit whatever game he was 
playing and hurry along behind.

The bathroom was large and bright. There was a series of cubicles, three 
in fact, and beside these stood a row of urinals, some half-dozen. The 
urinal closest to the end cubicle was a smaller one, and was the one of 
choice for boys the age and size that Derek favored. Derek would follow 
the boy into the bathroom, and if they were alone, would walk up to the 
urinal directly beside whatever one the boy chose. Most of the time, 
Derek didn't need to piss. He would unbutton and unzip his jeans, and 
open the flaps as wide as he dared. (He never wore underwear during his 
visits to the mall). He would stand slightly back from the urinal, and 
slightly tilted toward the boy. This would expose his cock and his balls 
to view, if the boy even glimpsed in his direction. He would lean his 
head as far forward as he could, hoping to get a sight of the little 
wiener beside him.

On one memorable occasion, he had followed a cute brown-haired boy, 
maybe seven or eight years old, into the bathroom. The boy had long dark 
eyelashes, and a very feminine looking face with full red lips. The boy 
was wearing red shorts that hugged his bum tight, and were very short in 
the leg. He was wearing a Care-bears t-shirt that looked like it had 
shrunk too much in the wash, leaving his belly-button clearly visible. 
The boy went to the small urinal, and pushed his shorts and white cotton 
briefs down to just below his genitals. His soft white little bum was 
clearly visible as Derek approached the urinal beside him. Derek opened 
his pants, pulled his cock and balls right out, and tilted himself 
toward the boy. He was already erect, and he openly stroked his boner, 
slowly, as he gazed at the two-and-a-half inch dinky beside him, and the 
tiny sac below it. The boy sighed with relief as the stream began, then 
glanced beside him at Derek's penis. Sometimes, the boys would just 
glance over once casually, then look away, as if afraid to be caught 
spying. But this young extrovert was openly gawking at him. Derek's 
boner surged, as he realized the boy was watching him stroke it. He 
turned a little more toward the boy, so he was almost facing him, and 
started rubbing under his balls as he masturbated in front of the lad. 
As the boy's piss was finishing, the boy suddenly looked up at Derek's 
face and smiled. Derek smiled back. "You have a big one!" remarked the 
boy with a grin. 

"Uh...yes its...big isn't it?" Derek could hardly breath, let alone 
speak - he was so excited the boy was talking to him like this. And 
Derek noticed that, although he had finished peeing, the boy had not 
pulled up his pants.

The boy gazed at Derek's engorged member for a while longer, then 
glanced down at his own, cut, penis. He grabbed it with one hand, and 
made a fist around it, in imitation of Derek. Then the boy started 
stroking it firmly, and went back to watching Derek. "This feels good, 
doesn't it." he observed. "Yes, it sure does" croaked Derek.

A sound from the corridor outside brought a cold sobering to Derek's 
brain, and he decided to attempt something that would be at once safer 
and more risky. "Hey little guy," he said to the boy "let's go inside 
one of those for a minute. I want to show you something else." Derek 
motioned toward the cubicles. "Okay!" replied the boy with a giggle, 
pulling his shorts up far enough to waddle over to the cubicle.

Once they were safely inside, with the door locked, Derek stood close in 
front of the boy, who was facing him and about a foot in front of the 
toilet. Derek pulled his pants down to the knees and resumed 
masturbating. The little boy imitated him and began pulling earnestly on 
his small erection again. "Have you...ever see...a bumhole?" gasped 
Derek, who was so close to cuming, but fighting hard to keep it going 
for as long as possible. His balls felt like they were so full they 
would explode. Waves of pleasure like shivers ran up and down his spine. 
The little boy giggled louder. "NO! - Hahaha!"

Derek shuffled around until his bottom was facing the boy, with his 
boner held firmly in his right hand. He slowly bent forward, just at the 
waist, until his stomach came to rest against his madly flailing hand. 
He knew that the boy would now be looking straight at his pucked brown 
hole, and seeing one for the first time. He pulled his erection 
furiously as he contemplated this, and then he felt the slight pain, 
then tingling then RUSH of orgasm, pulsing, pulsing, his cock jerking, 
jerking, of its own accord. He straightened and looked at the little 
boy, who had a huge grin, and was furiously beating his own pork 
sausage. As the wave of orgasm began to subside, Derek began to feel 
frightened. Visions of the little boy approaching his dad and saying - 
"Some boy showed me his butt in there", followed by Derek's head being 
bounced off the man's fist, began to overwhelm him. "I gotta go little 
guy - don't tell anyone, okay?" he said pleadingly. "Okay" and a 
smile.


TJ and Blake and Mikey continued to fool around with other boys in the 
school bathroom, and as spring arrived, they resumed their peeing and 
pooing games in the woods behind Blake or TJ's houses. Mikey lived in 
town. Sometimes, it was more convenient for the three boys to climb the 
small hill across from the school and wait at Mikey's house for their 
parents to pick them up. If they were lucky, they might have an hour or 
more to roam around the small college town, before either TJ or Blake's 
mother arrived to get them. On their explorations, they were always 
keeping an eye out for exciting new places to play their favorite games. 
The three six-and-a-half year-olds had an uncanny eye for places of 
relative safety, with just enough risk to make it new and exciting. One 
day, they were walking behind Old Man Jackson's house, and they stopped 
to look at the old garage. It had clearly been built for a single car, 
and looked very old and unused. The paint had mostly peeled off, and 
there were boxes of junk piled in front of the doors which swung 
outwards, not upwards like most they had seen.

"I bet there's ghosts in there!" stated Blake. "No there's not!" from 
Mikey. "Let's explore it!" suggested TJ. The boys dragged some boxes 
away from one door, just enough to pull it open. It was heavy, and 
needed all three sets of immature biceps to open. Soon the boys had 
slipped inside, and pulled the door closed behind them. Well, mostly 
closed, because the grass had grown up so much it wouldn't shut tightly. 
It was dark, with a little light coming in from two high set windows. It 
smelled musty, like rotting newspaper and ancient car oil.  The boys 
poked around, looking in boxes of old clothes, jumping on a pair of old 
tires. "Hey!" giggled TJ, "anyone else need to poop?" He already had the 
button of his jeans undone, and now he unzipped them, and pulled them 
and his batman briefs down to his knees. "Can't see!" complained Mikey. 
"Move over into the light". TJ shuffled over closer to the center of the 
garage, until the light caught his light blond bangs. He really did need 
to go, and now he pulled his pants all the way down, and squatted right 
over the crumbling cement floor. "Hurry, you gonna miss it!" he grunted. 
Blake and Mikey quickly took their places behind him, the light on his 
back providing a good view of his little bum cheeks hovering over the 
floor. TJ grunted and pushed down, and soon the boys caught sight of his 
little poops dropping out in intermittent spurts. "Just like a doggy- TJ 
doggy boy!" laughed Blake.

Still squatting, TJ felt around for something to wipe himself. "Hey, get 
me some newspaper!" he commanded. Blake grabbed a long crumbling piece 
and handed it to him. It felt kind of rough as he rubbed it over his 
hole, but he would never forget being chewed out one time after pooping 
in the woods with Mikey, when he didn't bother to wipe, and his mom 
found a dirty brown stain in his undies the next wash-day. So, he always 
made sure to clean himself. Now he was done, and stood up, pulling up 
his briefs. "Now your turn." he said. Blake went next, and made a fine 
showing. Mikey had to really push to get anything, but after a struggle, 
managed to make his own contribution to the pile of boy-turd in the 
center of the garage. "I'm glad I don't live here!" shouted Blake with 
glee as the chums fled the old garage.

Derek was nervous the next night he had to babysit TJ. He was afraid 
that the kid had maybe said something to his parents. One of his 
buddies, (he didn't have many), a pasty-looking taller boy of twelve 
that he had masturbated with a couple of times, had been ratted out by 
his kid sister. The boy, whose name was David, had been getting his 
eight-year-old sister to jack him off for months, and had promised to 
make his sister do it to Derek and some other boys, but before that 
could happen, his sister had told on him, and he had gotten supreme and 
unholy shit from his step-dad (not to mention a beating). So, Derek was 
a little worried, as he walked up the road to TJ's house. But TJ's mom 
greeted him with a smile, and TJ himself ran up and jumped into his arms 
when he saw him, and gave him a big hug. TJ wanted a big brother 
something awful, and he thought the slightly buffed-out Derek would be 
just perfect in that role. "You took good care of TJ the other day, 
Derek" said TJ's mom "You are very mature for eleven." "Well, I'm almost 
twelve." replied Derek politely.

The night went much as the previous one had, and Derek again snuck a 
peak as TJ changed into his flannel train pyjamas. But this time, TJ 
rushed out into the living room, almost catching Derek standing by his 
door. He pulled a book off the shelf, thumbed through it to a certain 
page, and thrust it into Derek's hands. "Look at THIS book!" he 
insisted. Derek turned the book in his hand, and saw it was about a 
family of traveling musicians. He turned back to the page TJ had 
selected  and was shocked to see a photo of a little boy getting a 
bare-bum spanking. "Oh. OH! Is THIS why you asked me to spank you the 
other night?" he asked. "Uh-huh" replied TJ with a coy smile. "Let's go 
sit on your bed and talk." suggested Derek. When they were comfortably 
seated on TJ's bed, Derek looked at the sweet young face in front of 
him. His mind swirled with plans and counter plans.

"Do you play bare-naked games with your friends, TJ?" he asked

TJ hesitated a moment, then seemed to make a decision. "YES!" he 
shrieked

"What do you do when you are naked together?" probed Derek

"We watch each other pee and poo." said TJ with an impish grin.

"Do you ever touch each other's wieners?" inquired Derek

"Uh-huh. And I stick my finger in Mikey's bum sometimes" confessed the 
little boy

Derek's penis had now swollen to twice the size he ever thought 
possible, and his throat felt dry as a country road. "Would you like to 
play bare-naked games with ME?" Derek managed to whisper. "Uh-huh" was 
the bold reply. TJ began taking off his pyjamas shirt. "Whoa! This kid 
is hornier than ME!" thought Derek to himself, and his heart sang like a 
thousand canaries. He stood up, popped off his shoes with his feet, and 
began to strip. TJ was already naked, and jumping on his bed, his little 
dinky slapping up and down against his belly. Derek slipped off his 
shirt and pants, then a rare pair of boxers that he had put on that 
morning. TJ stopped bouncing and looked at Derek's body.  The handsome 
young boy face, then a slim but slightly muscled chest, small but firm 
biceps, flat tummy with a innie, and the biggest dinky he had ever seen! 
It was standing up and out at a slight angle, the cut tip as red as a 
beet, and hanging under the four inches of boy-meat was a truly defined 
pair of balls. "Hooooly!" stated TJ. Derek smiled and got onto the bed. 
"Big isn't it?" 

"Mine's tiny, tiny dinky, tiny dinky" chanted TJ as he knelt beside 
Derek. His little hand shot out and Derek nearly jumped off the bed as 
small fingers grasped his throbbing erection in a tight grip. Derek 
gently grasped TJ's one-incher. It was soft still, and Derek gently 
stroked the glans and caressed the pee-slit with one finger. "Oooooh!" 
remarked TJ. "Do it to me like that" said Derek. TJ rubbed two fingers 
up and down the head of Derek's cock, amazed at how defined and stiff it 
was. "Want to put your finger in my bum?" Derek ventured. "Sure!" TJ 
scampered off the bed and out the door. "Where are you going?"called 
Derek, a little nervous. TJ reappeared in a flash however, and he held a 
bottle of baby-oil in his hands. "This makes it easy!" he chuckled, 
climbing back onto the bed. "Get on your hands and knees." commanded the 
little boy. Derek complied, and TJ disappeared behind him. Soon Derek 
felt a small finger caressing his anus. It felt like a soft pen or 
something, it was so small. Then he felt his anus open slowly, as the 
stubby finger ventured further in. He relaxed and felt TJ's finger slide 
in all the way. He clenched his anus, and felt the thin point of 
pressure tickling deep in his bottom. Then he felt it rolling around. 
"I'm wiggling it." said TJ. Derek was beside himself with lust - the 
little intruder in his anus had made he cock harder than granite, and he 
supported himself awkwardly on one hand so that he could stroke it now. 
He jacked himself vigorously, and the little finger continued to tickle 
and stimulate his anus. He felt himself about to cum. "Okay, TJ, my 
turn." he said hurriedly, letting his throbbing member loose. He felt 
the pressure ease as TJ's finger slid out of him. He turned around, and 
there was TJ's magnificent bottom, bent over in front of him, as TJ 
assumed the doggy position. "Put some oil on your finger first" 
suggested TJ "Then it slips in easy". Derek studied the tiny pink 
rosebud laying between the snow-white little cheeks as he oiled his 
index finger. He could see it opening and closing slightly in rhythm 
with the kid's heavy breath. He reached over with his index finger, and 
caressed the outside of the little anus. It was softer than the 
underside of a tongue, he thought.  Gently but firmly, he pushed forward 
into the hole, feeling the tip of his fingers swallowed by firm 
butt-hole lips. "Ouuchy!" yelped TJ, and Derek felt the opening tighten 
up. "It hurts Derek!"

Derek thought quickly. How could he make it more comfortable? More 
slippery? "Hold on." he said, withdrawing his finger. Well, it looked 
clean enough, and maybe some spit might loosen it enough? Derek bent 
down, until his mouth was an inch from the little asshole. He stuck his 
tongue out until it contacted flesh. He felt it slip easily into TJ's 
tight but tiny butt-crack. He put his mouth right over the hole, and 
pressed his tongue in as far as it would go. It certainly didn't taste 
bad - quite pleasant really. He swirled his tongue around in TJ's anus. 
TJ felt a very pleasant warmth in his rear. It felt like a poop going 
back inside or something. It tickled like crazy, and his little dinky 
stiffened up and strained. "What are you doing, Derek? I can't see!!" he 
cried. "I'm licking your hole." confessed Derek, removing his tongue 
temporarily. "You are LICKING it? Hahahaha" laughed TJ, and he collapsed 
onto his stomach. Derek continued to lick and suck the small opening, 
and TJ laughed and giggled. Finally, Derek  lifted himself up, and 
applied his finger to the puckered butt-hole again. This time it slipped 
in quite easily. It felt so tight and hot, like a tiny sucking mouth, 
squeezing his finger. He could feel a pulse, like a heart-beat. "I'm 
gonna cum like a cannon" he said to himself.


		   TJ - A Boy's Secret World (PART FOUR)

Alas, Derek lacked the nerve to continue fooling around with TJ that 
night. After the fingering, he got TJ back into his pyjamas and put him 
to bed. The little kid was so sweet - he reached up and put his arms 
around Derek as Derek tucked him in, then gave him a tiny peck on the 
cheek. "Wish you was my brother, Derek." he said. Derek felt a strange 
stirring - not in his groin, but like an aching of his heart. He had 
never loved anyone before, and he had no idea that this was the source 
of his discomfort. He was falling in love.

After he put TJ to bed, he went off to the bathroom, taking the baby-oil 
with him. He sat on the toilet with his pants down, slicked his cock 
with baby-oil, then replayed the events that had just passed, and many 
others, as he leisurely masturbated himself to orgasm after 
orgasm.

Derek wanted to do many other things with a boy. He had done the peeing 
games when he was little, the showing and fondling games. And he had 
masturbated side-by-side with a few friends lately. But he wanted to do 
the things he had seen in his secret stash of magazines.

There was a used-book store in town. The man who ran it often purchased 
whole collections of pornographic magazines. But, being a good 
God-fearing homophobe, he bundled up any Gay porn that happened to be in 
a collection, and dumped it into the trash-can outside. He would have 
been horrified to learn that several local boys - Derek among them - 
regularly raided his garbage, which subsequently became the source of 
hours of pre-adolescent masturbation.

It was from these mags that Derek had learned of and seen pictures of 
cock-sucking and butt-fucking. HE desreately wanted to try doing these 
things with another boy. But he lacked the nerve to approach his friends 
about this, and he rightfully so, as most of the boys he knew where 
becoming fervent homophobes themselves. He longed for the days when he 
and his buddies had simply done whatever felt good at the time - without 
worries of whether or not such things were "acceptable". That was 
another reason why he was so fond of little boys - they had no such 
worries.

Derek thought back to some encounters in the mall bathroom. One day, he 
had brought a small hand-drill from home. He had conceived the idea of 
making peepholes, so he could watch boys peeing from the safety of the 
cubicle. The urinals and the cubicles were along the same wall - the 
smallest urinal being hard-up beside the end cubicle. Derek waited until 
he was alone in the bathroom, sitting patiently in the end cubicle. He 
attached the biggest bit, maybe a half-incher. He pressed it up against 
the cubicle wall, and experimentaly cranked the handle. To his utter 
delight, the cheap soft metal gave easily, and flaked away in a fine 
silver dust. His heart beginning to beat like a jack-hammer, Derek 
pressed as hard as he could, and cranked for all he was worth. It didn't 
take very long to penetrate the wall on his side, and he was surprised 
to find that inside the wall was hollow. He pushed the drill through his 
side, and felt it bite into the outer wall. Whirrrr!!! A small cloud of 
siver dust testified that it was working! Suddenly, it was through! 
Derek withdrew the drill, and leaned close to the hole that he had 
created. He peered into it. YES! He could clearly see the small urinal 
beside his cubicle. He would get a perfect view from here! His mind 
whirling, Derek set about creating a similar peephole between his 
cubicle and the next one over. Shortly, this one too was completed. 
Peering through, Derek could clearly see the porcelain bowl in the 
cubicle beside him. AWESOME! Now, all he needed was a supply of 
boys.

Derek was worried that his peepholes might be discovered and repaired.  
But he had anticipated this problem. He had brought several sizes of 
bolts, and he now selected several that looked likely to hide the 
evidence of his vandalism. HE carefully inserted one on each side of 
both holes. He smiled. Anyone would see the bolts and simply think they 
were holding some vital accessory on the other side. When he was in his 
cubicle, he could remove the bolts, replacing them when he left.

To test this, Derek left for the day, with the bolts in place. When he 
returned the following Saturday, sure enough, the bolts were still in 
place! Derek laughed to himself. He removed the bolts and settled in to 
wait, his pants down around his ankles. He had brought a few comics to 
kill time with, and settled one on his knees. After about 15 minutes of 
waiting, he heard the door to the bathroom open. Excited, he pressed his 
eye to the urinal peephole and waited. Someone approached the urinals, 
but not the little one beside him. Derek could just make out a pair of 
brown loafers, further down the line of urinals. A man! Eeeeks!

Derek sat up quickly, and resumed reading his comic. He was still 
fearful of discovery, and had a little fantasy of the man seeing his eye 
peeping through the hole. This was, of course, impossible, but he didn't 
know that. The man left, and he continued to wait. A short time later, 
he heard the door open again. This time, the person wlked up to the 
urinal beside Derek. Derek could only see the area from the knees to the 
chest, so he couldn't see just how old the boy was. But, judging from 
the height of the boys waist against the height of the cubicle, Derek 
thought - maybe 6 or 7. The boy stood well back of the urinal, and 
unbottoned the top of his corduroys with stubby fingers. Then he zipped 
down his pants. The boy pulled his underwear down past his groin with 
one hand, and with the other, he flipped a perfect little two-inch boner 
out. The boy must have to pee really bad to get such a piss-boner 
thought Derek. It was circumcised, and derek could see a tiny sack just 
below the crimson helmet. Derek heard a sigh, as the boy aimed at the 
urinal-cake and a stream of piss shot out of the tiny piss-slit. Derek 
had his erection in his hand as he watched the boy peeing, and stroked 
it ferevently. All too soon, it was over. The boy gave his dick a few 
shakes, then flipped it back into his undies and walked away. Derek was 
trembling with excitement. He had spyed on a little boy peeing! He 
squeezed the end of his four-inch erection and  stroked himself like 
mad. Suddenly, he heard the door opening again, and two young voices 
laughing. He froze in position. This time, he heard the door of the 
cubicle beside him opening. Quickly, he shifted position and peered into 
the other cubicle. There were two boys, again he could not see their 
faces. One he judged to be about nine, the other must have been no more 
than four. The younger boy faced the toilet, with the older behind him. 
"Let me help you." Derek heard the older boy say. "Ok" came the very 
high-pitched reply. As Derek watched, the older boy reached around the 
younger one, and pulled the loose-fitting gym-style shorts down to the 
younger boys knees. Derek saw that the wee boy wore no underwear. He 
could clearly see the tiniest of penises jutting out from below the 
plump young belly. "Want me to hold it again?" the older boy asked. 
"Uh-huh" and a giggle. Derek saw the older boy grasp the tiny boy's 
wiener with two fingers, and point it at the bowl. "Ok, pee now!" 
commanded the older one. A stream of bright yellow pee erupted from the 
little wiener, and was skillfully directed into the bowl. It was very 
brief, then the boy was shaking the tiny dinky vigorously as the last 
drops flew out. Derek was expecting a quick exit now, and was surprised 
when the older boy kept his hand on the immature penis. "I done!" came 
the younger boys voice. "I know. Wait." the older's response. As Derek 
watched in amazement and mounting excitement, the older boy's hand began 
carressing and fondling the little weener. "Does that feel good?" asked 
the older boy. "Uh-huh", and a burst of giggling. "Shhhhh!" commanded 
the bigger boy. "Don't tell mom, ok?" the older one said firmly. "I 
won't!" the younger stated with a hint of annoyance.

The older brother now slid his other hand onto the younger's bum, and 
started caressing that too. His other hand was holding the now erect 
dick of his brother, and sliding one finger across the piss-hole. Derek 
was pulling his own erection with a fury he had never know. This was 
AMAZING! "Let me do it, and I will give you some candy when he get 
home." pleaded the older boy. "Okay" said the younger brother, and 
leaned forward away from his older sibling, until he had his pudgy hands 
on the toilet seat. What is THIS? wondered Derek with awe.

The older boy now unsnapped his own jeans, then zipped them down, then 
pulled both pants and white briefs down past his knees. Derek saw that 
the boy had a full hard-on, almost as big as Derek's own - at least 3 
inches in length. It was pointing almost straight up in the air. The big 
brother spat on his hand, then rubbed that all over his penis. Then he 
put one hand on each of his kid-bro's bumcheeks, and appeared to pull 
them apart. He bent his knees slightly, until his erection was in line 
with the tiny anus. Derek gasped as the boy thrust forward, and the head 
of his dick vanished between the younger's buttcheeks. He was screwing 
the kid! 

"Oweeee!" came a yelp from the younger boy.

"Shhhhh! Let me do it!" angrily from the older

The older boy wiggled his hips and continued to push himself in slowly, 
eliciting a steady but muted series of "Owiee"s from his little brother. 
Suddenly, the older boy withdrew his erection. "Okay, turn around!" he 
commanded. The younger one did as he was told. Derek stared at the older 
boy's hard-on, which had tiny brown flecks of something on the head. 
"Okay, clean it off!" sternly from the older boy. "But its DIRTY!" 
whined the younger one. "Well, its your own fault! If you wipe yourself 
better, you wouldn't have to clean my dick after." 

Suddenly, the younger boy's head came into view, being pressed downward 
by his older brother's hand on the back of it. Derek saw that he was a 
cute little guy, with bright red hair and freckles, a tiny up-turned 
nose, and ruby lips. Derek just about came right then, as the small boy 
opened his mouth and extended a small pink tongue. It was obvious that 
the boy had done this before, as he cautiously began licking his brother 
erection. After each lick, he would spit, as though his tongue had 
encountered something distasteful. After maybe a dozen licks, the older 
boy announced; "Ok, that's enough. Let's go. And if you tell, I'll box 
your ears again". And they began pulling up there pants.

Derek was masturbating so fast his wrist was getting sore, and then he 
felt the familiar tightening of his balls, and the wave of spasm began. 
Over and over his boner twitched and strained as his groin convulsed in 
extasy.