Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2017 11:21:26 -0600 From: Pro Genji Subject: Fuck Stories PT. 4 [Young Friends] Fuck Stories 4 Disclaimer: This is a collection of stories that depicts sex between consenting teenagers and boys. If you're not 18 GTFO, or if this is illegal where you live... move. This is a work of fiction with made up characters and scenarios. Any similarities found while reading are completely coincidental. Please don't download for anything but personal use without author's consent. I welcome feedback, I can be reached at xx20.i1.xiii13@gmail.com OR inmeliesdivinity@yahoo.com (this one's probably easier) Make sure to donate! I'm looking for some people to send me some fantasies of their's that I can turn into a short story, so don't be shy. Shoot me an email with a prompt. Thanks for the feedback guys and gals! ____________________ - - - - - - - - Ultimate Trainwreck - - - - - - - - 2 AM in the morning I was woken from dead sleep. My phone was loudly vibrating on my nightstand. Friday night in the summer, I knew it wasn't my alarm for school. Nope, someone was calling. I groaned loudly and snatched the abominable thing, not even looking to see who it was. "What?" `Hey.' It was Aiden. I sighed. Guess I always had time for him. "What's up?" I groggily said, half way falling back asleep. `You wanna come to the park?' He sounded urgent. That could only mean one thing at this hour... Buuuut... enticing as it sounded, I was already dozing back off. `Sean!' He hissed loudly. "Hmm?" `Dude, come to the park.' "Ugh! Why?" There was a moment of silence and then shuffling. I recognized the sound of his window opening. We'd snuck out of it dozens of times. `Dude, just come to the park.' He was less hushed and nervous now. `My cousin is with me.' That made my cock twitch. `And bro, he's already hot as fuck.' I felt my body wake my mind up. I sat up and stretched my arms. "Damn, A." I grumbled. "Its really fuckin' late." `Sean. Come on.' He said as if he were my mom. `Let's go to the park, smoke one and fuck him.' That woke me up. I was always down for a blaze-n-fuck. "Whadd'you have?" `Phil gave me an O.Z.' "Holy shit!" I was wide awake now. "Of what?" `Bro... he fuckin' gave me an ounce of... uh... fuck I don't remember. Hardcore Sativa though.' "That Good...?" `You have no idea' I jumped my happy ass off of that bed and instantly yanked out a pair of nylon shorts. `Yeah, dude. So I blazed this shit yesterday and straight up fucked Micah four times in a row!' My eyes widened. "Whaaaat? No shit?" `No fucking shit bro.' I knew he was serious by the hardness in his tone. `This shit is like porn star weed, I'm telling you.' I slipped on my shoes and was out the window already. "Did you already smoke?" `Nah, not yet.' He said. `Ay, bring Doc. with you.' Doc. was my fancy bubbler. Short for Dr. Strangelove. I ran back inside and quietly unpacked the hidden bubbler. "Got it." I whispered. "You guys leave yet?" `Yeah. We're at the clearing where the old bunker is.' "Alright. I'll be there in 5." I hopped my back yard fence into the woods behind and booked down the trail. `Bro, hurry.' He said urgently. `Micah didn't even put on clothes. He's just got boxers.' I squeezed my dick. "Just wait for me." `For sure.' I hung up and held onto Doc. firmly. Couldn't drop him, he was my child. Almost as prized as my dick to me. I said 5, I made it in 3, bending over and huffing from my full on sprint. I saw both of them sitting on the metal cover to the abandoned bunker. Aiden was in a black, loose tank top and shorts. He had a backpack sitting next to him. His cousin Micah was, like I was told, wearing only shoes, socks and a pair of dark gray boxer shorts, full on tented. Kind of like how I was in my shorts. Aiden stood up with the bag as I walked toward them. I handed him Doc. "Bro, I'm telling you, he's horny as fuck." "Yeah, I can tell." I glanced at his hard on. "How old is he again?" "13. You have a lighter?" I nodded, handing him my Bick from my pocket. Me and Aiden sat on the bunker, Aiden in the middle of us both. I held out my hand and slapped Micah's. "What's up?" "Not much." His voice hadn't changed yet. In fact, he still looked pretty young with the exception of his height. A year younger and probably only two inches shorter than Aiden. I was three inches taller than my friend. "How've you been?" He pushed his longish, blonde hair back like he was slicking it. "Good, man. You?" Aiden packed the bowl between us after filling the water. I grinned at seeing the bag of ice he brought with him. He dumped that in as well. "Okay." He shrugged. "Fuckin' moving again so it's been hectic." "Where're you movin'?" "He's moving here." Aiden answered for him. He handed me Doc. and the lighter. "Few blocks up." "No shit?" I smiled at the news. Lighting up, I pulled in the greens and cleared it. "I'm going to Clevelend in two years." Holding the smoke for a few moments, I passed Doc. to Aiden. A plume of smoke puffed out of my mouth as I relaxed my chest. I looked over at Aiden who was watching me for my reaction, and just smiled. "Damn. That shit is dank." I could tell just by the taste. He grinned and took his toke, almost as big as mine, but I was definitely the stoner between us. "What've you been up to?" Micah asked. I coughed a bit. "Fuckin' just been chillin'." I gave the typical answer. "No baseball, no school. Blaze-n-fuck all summer." Micah grinned. "You guys fuck?" I chuckled and slapped Aiden's back. "Fuck yeah. This dude takes dick like a champ." Aiden heaved the smoke out in a harsh laugh. "Really?" Micah asked in shock. Aiden glared at me with an amused smile. "No! He's fucking with you." He laughed. I shrugged. It was true. "Oh. So... you get fucked then?" Micah asked. "Fuuuck that." I shook my head. Aiden passed Doc. to Micah. "I thought you guys were like dating or whatever." Aiden cleared his throat. "Yeah we are. We just don't fuck each other." "So whadd'you guys do?" Micah asked before leaning in to take his turn. "Suck, dry hump, handjobs..." I answered. "Mostly we just find other dudes to tag team if we wanna- oh, shit, dude! Calm down." I interrupted myself at seeing him try and take in a massive hit. Micah pulled roughly away and coughed hard. I quickly grabbed the bong and cleared the smoke. "Fuck! You okay?" Aiden chuckled as he pat Micah's back. The younger boy heaved, red faced and ready eyed, but with a smile at his ignorance to smoking. Aiden and I just watched while laughing. "Oh- shit." He coughed. "Damn..." "You don't smoke much, so you?" I asked before taking another hit. Micah shook his head, hacking once more. He spit on the ground. "You gotta pace yourself, man." Aiden chuckled. "That's some hardcore shit." "Ahh. For real." Micah laughed between light coughs. "Ahhh fucking shit." I blew my smoke out. "Didg'ya even inhale?" Micah shook his head. "I couldn't!" Me and Aiden laughed out loud. Aiden pulled in his second toke and then held it to Micah. He then pulled Doc. back. "This time, take it easy." Micah nodded with a sheepish smirk. "Wait, lemme see it." "Bro, don't break the circle." Aiden said with the utmost seriousness. For a moment, we just stared blankly. Then we busted out laughing. "What the fu-?" I cracked up. "I'm serious!" He laughed back. "Dog, I'm gonna ghost him!" I explained. "Oh." He then handed me the bubbler. "You're gonna what?" Micah asked. I fingered the bowl, pushing some of the top chars aside. "Ghost it." I said. "I'll take the hit and give it to you after." "I don't get it..." "Just watch." I nudged Aiden and he stood up. I scooted closer to Micah before taking another big hit. Leaning over to him and motioned him to lean into me. "Inhale." Aiden instructed. Micah's lips parted in an `O'. Our lips brushed and then I slowly blew the cloud out. He inhaled. I quickly pushed my lips into his, realizing that he was breathing more air than smoke, and released my hit faster. Micah pulled away, the rest of my hit blowing in his face. After a moment, he exhaled. I was surprised at how much he took without coughing. "There you go!" I grinned. Micah smiled proudly. The closeness had quickly aroused me, and I realized I wasn't the only one. Aiden took the bong and inhaled a rather large hit. Then he leaned into me. I took in his hit, and halfway through, I pushed my lips against his and kissed him, full on tongue while the smoke exhaled in our faces. After we parted, I grinned at Micah. Aiden was the first to act. He put Doc. down and unzipped his shorts. His sizable, cut seven incher flopped out. With a smirk, he masturbated his hardness in a few stokes. Micah quickly leaned in and sucked the cock into his mouth. "Bro, this kid sucks a mean dick." Aiden told me. I just watched with a horny smile, quickly understanding why the weed strain was so good. Feeling it already, my body was tingling and my dick was very, very hard in my thin shorts. I stood up next to Aiden, shoulder to shoulder, and pushed down and kicked off my shorts. My dick was only a few centimeters longer than Aidens, but I was thicker. I hadn't realized, but I was leaking pretty heavily. Half exposed, pink head slick and drooling. Micah grabbed my dick and jerked it for a moment before moving his mouth over mine. He played with skinning my cock back and forth. "So cool. Never played with an intact one before." He eagerly swallowed me into his hot mouth. "Oh damn." I gasped. "Fuckin' told you." Aiden said while pulling his shirt off followed by pushing his shorts and boxers down to his ankles in a pile. I sighed when Micah throated me, burying his nose in my dark blonde pubes. I grabbed his soft hair at the back of his head and held him there for a few quick moments while his throat swallowed in order to massage what dick was in it. He pulled back, a chain of precum mixed with spit hanging from his lips and arcing to my dick. "Dude, you got a lot of precum." He said while taking a breather. "Fuck yeah he does." Aiden laughed. "Tastes good." Micah smirked. Turning his attention again, he swallowed Aiden and stroked me. "Oh fuck." Aiden grinned and leaned his head back. Horny as ever now, I grabbed onto Aiden's ass to feel it clench while he gently pushed forward. "Ohhh yeah. Suck my dick, dude." Aiden cooed. I pushed Micah's hand away and moved behind him, pushing his boxer shorts down his thighs. Running a finger down his crack, I glanced at Aiden. "Could I go first?" "Go for it." Aiden sighed happily. "Fuck his hole, bro. I'll cum in his mouth." "Cool." With my cock still wet, I only had to use a bit of spit. Micah moved his ass up for better access. Lining myself up with his slightly browned hole, I pushed. His hole slowly opened to accommodate, and then, with a deep sigh, my glans melted into the ring of muscle. Micah moaned in a deep growl on Aiden's dick. I slid my length into Miah's tunnel, earning a long groan while he bobbed on Aiden's horny dick. Micah pulled of for a moment, rapidly jerking Aiden while I started to fuck him. "You got a big dick." Micah breathed. He subtly pushed his ass into me when I fucked myself in. Micah eagerly swallowed his cousin's cock once more. I quickly got lost in Micah's hole. Easily the best ass I'd ever fucked, so warm, slick and velvety. Aiden grinned sloppily at me. "Ass is tight, huh?" I nodded. "Fuck yeah." I huffed as I sped up. Within a few moments, I was fucking at near full speed. My hips slapped against his ass and he grunted loudly each time. Deciding to slow it down, I pulled back and stuffed it right back in him roughly. He had to release Aiden from his mouth to groan. Aiden rubbed his cock head on Micah's lips and the younger teen sucked just the glans in. Aiden tossed his head back. I smirked, knowing he was about to blow. "Fuck yeah." He huffed. "Keep sucking. I'm about bust. Oh fuck." Micah applied suction. I fucked him hard again. "I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I'm cumming." Aiden hissed. Micah was distracted at taking my dick when Aiden sprayed his load. Not ready for the orgasm nor the volume, Micah had to spit the cum back out onto Aiden's pulsing cock. His cum drooled out, sliding down his shimmering cock in a sloppy mess of sperm and spit as well as slipping down Micah's chin and dropping down to his chest. I can attest, Aiden shoots a fuck ton of cum when he's high and horny. Micah had his cousin's seed sliding down his chest like a river flowing all the way down to his sparse pubes. The young teen pulled the dick out of his mouth and sucked on the shaft. One last squirt shot across his cheek before thick drops followed. Horny as ever, I pulled Micah up so he was standing while I plowed his willing hole. Reaching an arm around, I ran my hand through the cum on his chest then moved my sticky hand down to his cut four inches of steel sticking straight up. My other hand spooned the cum on his chin into his mouth. Micah moaned and shook while I rammed my horny rod into his hole and jerked him off rapidly. Aiden watched us with a hungry look in his eyes, yanking his dick which never got soft. Kicking off his shorts, he walked beside me, pointing his dick down at mine sliding in and out of the tight fuck hole. "Fuck... fuck that tight ass, dude." Aiden grunted in a lustful whisper. "Yeah... fuck that's so hot." His jerking sped up. "Oh- I'm gonna cum again watching you fuck him..." His chest rose and fell quickly. He grunted and held his dick tight at it's base. A second generous offering of cum sprayed, leaving thick white streaks across the stretched hole and my fat cock as I fucked inside the hole. Micah lost it. His knee buckled and shook, but he kept standing. Clear cum shot rapid fire arcs across the bunker's metal cover. There was absolutely no telling how many shots, but the feeling of his cock flexing in my hand coupled with his asshole clamping down as quick as his dick pumped cum pushed me right over. With a loud groan, I shoved all the way in him. My balls pulled tight and my shaft throbbed inside him explosively. I heaved breaths when my orgasm subsided and pulled my dick out. Cum spurred out of Micah's ass onto my shaft, my pubes and my thighs. I jerked a few drops out before pushing my dick back in for a few, soft pumps. I pulled out and wobbled to the bunker cover, sitting down and leaning backward on my hands. "Fuck." I heaved. Aiden got in front of me, leaned down and sucked my now loose balls in his mouth, running his tongue up my cummy shaft and sucking the whole, softening member in to clean it of the mixture of our cum. I rubbed his hair, smiling at the whole situation. Aiden and I leaned toward each other for a short kiss. "You guys cum like a lot." Micah spoke, staring down at his body. Smeared cum was drying on his stomach, he'd managed to wipe his face with his boxers and some of the seed on his chest, but those underwear were now too wet to really make a difference. I laughed when he turned and posted his leg on the bunker door. My cum was literally drooling out of his hole which was wide, closing only when he clenched. My juice had slid down his legs and actually soaked into his socks - though just a tiny bit, but it was funny sto see how far my shit travelled. "God damn." Micah did his best to use the wet cloth to at least absorb some of the sticky substance that made the entirety of his ass crack shine with wetness. "Don't even lie. You liked it." Aiden winked. Micah blushed a bit, but didn't deny it. I stood up and pressed myself against him, reaching behind and a few fingers up his crack, making sure to poke them and coat my fingers. I brought them to his lips and he smiled, embarrassed, but didn't protest. He sucked my cum pulled from his asshole off my fingers. I glanced at Aiden as he was gearing to take another hit. But he pulled away from the bong for a brief moment, looking concentrated. His eyes then lit up. "Ultimate Trainwreck!!" Aiden suddenly shouted. Me and Mica were either too high to understand what the fuck he was saying, or Aiden was too high to know what the fuck he was saying. We all just stared at each other blankly. "Uh... what?" - - - - - - - - Never Too Drunk To Fuck - - - - - - - - Adam stared at the half empty bottle of vodka and the gatorade bottle sitting on the bench next to him, contemplating whether it was a good idea to take another shot. The fact that his hazel eyes were so concentrated on the bottle was probably a sign that he didn't need any more. Adam's gaze moved toward the boy sitting next to him. Troy. The moonlight glistened off of his bare chest where a light sheen of sweat had gathered his skin. That summer was abnormally hot, and alcohol definitely warmed him up further. It was interesting the way the moonlight changed the way Adam saw his friend's body. Troy had always been a bit thin. His body was flat like a surfboard and he had the kind of tummy that seemed like a two-pack separated by a defined crease down the middle and disappeared beneath his boxer briefs. His nipples were a very light pink. They only tightened and formed the smallest nub when his shirt was off and they got hard. Troy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and picked at the sand between his tennis shoes. His scapulas still stuck out and left a valley between them, his spine showed a bit further down with his back arched forward as he leaned. His ribs were visible beneath his skin. Not that he was sickly skinny, he was just was still a boy. Actually, just a 13 year old trapped inside an 11 year old's body and a 12 year old's height. That awkward stage of puberty. Feet big and kind of clumsy looking alongside his hands. His ears were big in a cute, boyish way. There didn't seem to be a single hair beneath his eyebrows. The moonlight shimmered off of his thighs sticking out from his tight, black boxer briefs, obviously a size too small, reflecting light off his smooth, white skin until it disappeared into the shin-high black socks. Troy loved high socks. Always black, but the stripes on the sides were always different colors for different days. Red that night. Troy's other favorite accessory was a folded, red bandana tied around his forehead. Ever since he was a kid and saw an action movie with the hero rocking the same type of bandana. He thought it was awesome. Troy had a scar from a shard of glass cutting from the top of the bridge of his subtle nose, right near his tear duct all the way to his high-ish, slightly pronounced cheekbone. He'd fallen face first into a glass back door as a child. He was the luckiest boy in the world he still had his eye. And his eyes. Those insane eyes were the most distinguishing thing about him. Adam once pointed out that the scar was a good thing. It drew other's gazes to his eyes. So blue, they were practically gray. And that brace filled grin made Adam flash a bright smile as well. Troy had always made him smile. He was like both his best friend and his brother. They both had the scar on their palm from the age old blood-brother ritual that Troy had learned from his older brother. "I'm... really drunk." Troy suddenly informed. Adam shook his head of the reminiscing, intensifying the dizziness of the alcohol for the brief moment. He was having a good time just talking with Troy and being able to hang out. Things had gotten a bit awkward since the last time they hung out. He smiled after a short moment. "Yeah, I'm pretty buzzed." He replied, hoping Troy didn't catch him staring. They sat in the dugout of the school baseball field. It was probably around 2:00 AM, and if Troy's mom found out that they weren't in the house, she'd probably turn into a hunter-seeker robot and murder them. For sure if she caught them with alcohol. Good thing Adam's mom was out of town and Troy's older brother who was supposed to be watching them didn't give a squirt of piss what Adam, Troy or his little brother did. He was probably plastered at some party anyways. It was hot that night. Unusually hot. Troy had opted to remove his shirt and shorts stating that it was 2:00 in the morning. Who was gonna see him? That logic swayed Adam to do the same. They stuffed their clothes inside Adam's overnight backpack. Troy swiped the bottle of vodka and bravely gulped down a respectable swig before chasing it with the Gatorade. He grimaced and set the bottles down. Adam smirked. "Pussy." "Whatever." Troy flashed the older boy a smile, showing off his braces. "I'm a'ead of you." He slurred. Adam shrugged. "Probably. You're more used to it. You drank a lot with Ty, I only drank one other time." He reminded. That, and he wasn't completely wasted. Just buzzing. Troy on the other hand... Troy humphed and pushed himself to his feet. "Excuses!" He said in a loud, accusing tone. "I'ont wanna hear it." He waved a finger back and forth. "You're bigger'n me! Drink moreee." Adam smirked. "Damn right I'm bigger than you." Troy rose an eyebrow and then shook his head with an amused huff. "Yeah right. Prob'ly like a worm." Adam just huffed. "Please, 'lil boy." He taunted. "Don' make me embarrass you." The younger of them puffed his flat chest out. "My dick..." Troy paused for a moment, a strange look crossing his face. A moment later, a massive belch came out. Adam's head flew back, face contorting in uncontrolled, sudden laughter. Troy smirked and bowed with one hand extended out. "Thank you very much." His head spun. Unintentionally lurching forward, he stumbled. Adam was on his feet in an instant. Troy fell right into the bigger boy and compromised his balance as well. They tumbled to the floor. "Oh shit, 're you arright?" Troy, still on top of Adam, gave him a concerned look. Adam layed his head down on the orange sand covered concrete of the dugout and stared up for a silent moment. "Ow..." The two friends cracked up laughing at their folly. "Hey, wanna head to th' house?" Troy asked. "Ty's prolly out 'n Trev's spennin the night at Rory's." Adam shrugged. "Why not?" "We got the whole house to ourselves." "Fuck yeah." Adam stood up. "You coming?" He glanced. Troy felt an almost literal weight fall on his shoulders as he tried to stand, failing and stumbling once before successfully standing and falling to his side where he braced himself with the wall. Adam watched. "Yeah, you've had enough." "Fuck off." Troy playfully shot. He found his footing. The older boy didn't wait. He walked through the field to the fence, slipped the bottle through the gap in the chain links and climbed up and over it, swiping the bottle back up. Troy followed... well, he wobbled after Adam. He really had drank more than Adam. A lot more. He didn't tell the other boy that he'd shot gunned two beers with his older brother Tyler and his friends before they left to go party. He wanted to look cool. On top of that, he'd taken at least four or five more "shots" than Adam. The blonde boy tripped over his own feet, knees and palms colliding with the dirt. He tried pushing himself up and his feet slid out from under him. Troy found himself face first in the red sand. Adam didn't notice, however. He assumed Troy was following. It was then that Troy realized that he shouldn't have taken that last drink. He went from drunk to wasted in just one, big gulp. Troy had experienced vertigo once. This was worse. He'd never been this drunk before with Tyler. His brother always cut him off. He wasn't there to cut Troy off... and the boy now understood his older brother's wisdom. "Adm..." Troy huffed. A small cloud of dirt shot out from his breath. "Adm!" His own voice was starting to fail him. Troy internally grunted in rage at his inebriation. "Adam!" He mustered the strength. Adam looked back. It was hard to see anything but a lump in the darkness of the field. He panicked. "Troy!" Adam booked it, somehow conjuring the willpower to push his own drunken state nearly all the way back. He only stumbled but stayed on his feet. Like a professional parkour expert, he climbed the fence in record time, slipping as he landed on his hips. He was on his feet again instantly and slid in front of Troy. "Troy! Troy, what's wrong?" He scanned his buddy over. Troy grunted unintelligibly. "Fuck..." Adam ripped off his bag and pulled his phone out for the flashlight. Relief flooded him at seeing no injuries. He put the phone away. "Dude... stand up." He grabbed Troy's limp body under his smooth pits, but the boy merely mumbled, trying to stand but lacking the motor function to do it. "Troy!" Adam snapped. Troy pushed his body and with Adam's strong arms doing most of the work, he stood up. Adam tossed Troy's arm around his neck as the completely smashed boy's head bobbed. He was passing out incrementally. "Fuck. Troy, you gotta help me out here." Adam grunted as he practically dragged Troy's feet across the dirt. They both fell in the grass, but Adam only to his knees. He was able to stand them back up. Adam then heard a light mechanical noise. "Ughhh... fucking really?" Adam sighed. A heavy mist of water sprayed across them both as the sprinklers turned on. The jets sprayed both of them, Troy just happening to catch it right in the face. He jolted and stumbled with Adam. "Wha the fu..." Troy opened his eyes. Another jet splashed his face. Troy jerked away into Adam and the toppled right back over. Adam withheld a laugh. "God dammit, Troy..." He shoved the drunken teen off of him, stood and then pulled Troy back up. He seemed more cognant and able to actually stand with Adam as support. "I'm sorry." Troy mumbled out, almost inaudibly. "Let's just get home." Adam replied flatly. Troy grumbled at having to walk. They made it to the fence. There was a gate that was locked all the time that they used to be able to crawl through, but had since gotten to big. Or, in Troy's case just pretended to be too big and climbed with Adam. Adam pushed at the gate to get it as wide as possible so Troy could squeeze through and fall on his face in the grass on the other side. Adam hopped it and pulled the blonde, drunken mess up and dragged him three blocks in silence. Seeing light again made Adam's own drunkenness come back full swing, but apparently he could hold his liquor better than Troy. He unlocked the manual garage, stumbled inside of Troy's house, sat the boy on the couch and closed and locked the garage. Troy was in the kitchen, sitting in the floor with his back against the fridge chugging a bottle of water. Adam had to pull the fridge open with Troy's weight on it just to get a bottle for himself. He sat at the kitchen table with his legs straddling the back of the chair so he could watch Troy and make sure he didn't die. They drank their water in sort of uncomfortable silence. Adam threw his bottle once he was done and then went to the living room where his bag was to change out of his wet socks, shoes and underwear in favor of a warm, dry pair of jogger sweats. He went to dig out some of Troy's from his bedroom. Adam stared at the bottle of Vodka he'd placed on the dresser. The culprit of this ridiculous night. There was only a few drinks left and Adam's drunk had been curbed significantly by Troy and sprinklers. He came here to get drunk! And dammit, he wasn't going to let Troy be the only person feeling a buzz! Adam chugged the rest, hoping he'd be happily drunk like he was an hour ago before being jolted to near sobriety. He was getting used to the taste and found no need to chase it. He grew to like the warm feeling in his chest. Adam grabbed the sweats - making sure to get a fresh bandana for Troy - and headed back to the kitchen. Troy was sitting in the same spot with another water bottle and a bag of bread in his lap, munching down a slice and washing it down. He tossed the folded cloth to his friend who instantly smiled and put it around his forehead. His hair stuck out, blonde but discolored from the sand and shiny from being wet. He resumed chomping down on his bread. Adam sighed. "Troy do you want a sandwich or something?" The boy's blonde head shook in drunken exaggeration. "At least get on a chair." Adam reached for his buddy, but he pulled away. "'Mm comfy." He said in a pouty way. Adam actually found himself chuckling. Troy looked like a little boy. Body and face damp and crusted with half-dried dirt, hair dripping fiery orange that made the light blonde head discolored from falling in the baseball dirt. He looked... well, cute just sitting there in his undies that seemed a size too small, munching down an impractical snack and chugging water like he'd just got back from running a marathon. He drank so fast that he had to take deep breaths. Troy looked right at Adam. "What?" His mouth was full. Adam shook his head. "Nuthin'." He held out the sweats but Troy pushed them away. "Too hot." His bread muffled voice said. "'M comfy." "You're wet." Adam corrected. "Just change." "I don' wanna." Troy simply replied with a mouthful. "'M comfy." "Yeah, I heard you." Adam rolled his eyes, unable to stay irritated or mad in the face of such cute, childish defiance. "Just change so I can put our shit in the wash." Troy grunted irately and placed his bag of bread carefully to the side, half eaten slice on top of the bag, and kicked his shoes off, peeled his socks off and then lifted his hips with his thumbs hooked in his waistband just pulling them down like Adam wasn't right in front of him. He rounded the pile up and pushed them toward Adam. Just... not very close. The older boy's mouth went dry. Troy was naked. All the way naked. He hadn't seen his friend naked in... in years. The closest they'd ever gotten was jerking off to porn under the blankets. Oh... yeah, and that one time they made out with their undies on, but there was little body contact and it was more awkward than sexy... For being 13, Troy had a nice penis, not as big as Troy bragged, probably almost four inches. Maybe four and some centimeters. Adam either couldn't recall or never really noticed that Troy was still intact. There was a bit of extra too. Adam could tell that Troy's pubes were still baby hairs. They were nearly as light as the hair on his head and only at the root, silky looking. Cute, actually. Troy smirked at Adam's gawking. He grabbed himself and wiggled it's limp tube proudly. "Told'ya." He arrogantly bragged. Adam cleared his throat and looked away. Suddenly, he could care less if Troy put on sweats. In fact... Adam grabbed the wet clothes, Troy's dry sweats still hung over his shoulder, and left the kitchen. He left the sweats on the washer that was in what seemed like a closet in the main hallway leading to the two bedrooms of the house. Troy's washer always clanked, rattled and smacked against the wall and dryer. So loud. Troy remained comfortably nude, content with his bread and water. Adam made himself a sandwich. They ate in silence. Adam was trying not to stare. He didn't want a problem to... arise. Adam slapped his forehead internally at such a stupid pun. Troy seemed to be in his own world staring at nothing while happily munching down. Twenty or so minutes later, they both had clearer heads, now hydrated and fed. Adam finished the last of his third bottle while Troy was surrounded by three empty ones and two open, half drunken ones. Guess he'd just forgotten about those other two at some point. Troy broke the silence. "Needta piss." He grumbled, pushing himself lazily up and stumbling - a lot less - down the hall to the bathroom. Adam realized he had to go as well and followed Troy, laughing at seeing the blonde headed drunk outright pissing in the bathtub. "Troy, what the fuck?" Adam laughed. Troy grinned devilishly over his shoulder. He had his hips pushed out and held himself with both hands like a child. He shook it and breathed a sigh of relief. "No fffuck'n way I`s gunna make in th' bowl." Adam, feeling brave, pulled his out and pissed in front of Troy. His drunk was now kicking in and this time, feeling less paranoid and more warm and fuzzy. He was a bit giggly. Troy was behind him, head peeking around Adam's body and looking down. "I'll tell ya whachu need..." Troy looked at the side of Adam's head. "You need a dick... uh..." he laughed at his inability to speak. "You need a bigger dick!" "Fuck off." Adam felt a wave of goosebumps as Troy reached down and grabbed it from Adam's hand as he released his piss into the bowl. He jolted very slightly. "Fuck, Troy. Aim it right!" Adam said in a giggly voice. "I'm trying." Troy mirrored Adam's. "It's juss too small." "Bet it won't feel small in your mouth." Troy cracked up. Troy then pressed himself against Adam's rear and wrapped both hands around his older friend, pinching his pride and joy with both hands while he rested his chin on Adam's shoulder to see what he was doing. He had to tippie-toe a bit. Adam felt the full on hardness against his rear. Troy didn't even try to hide it. He may have even pushed his hips in a bit harder. Troy shook the last few drops off of Adam, but his hands didn't leave. Instead, he palmed it's soft length and squeezed gently. "Y'gotta make sure it's all out, y'know?" Troy said very softly. "Yeah." Adam dumbly said. Troy's massage lasted for a few long minutes that felt only like a few short seconds. Adam had a hard-on of five full inches a mere ten seconds in, but both boys stayed deathly quiet for nearly three short minutes. Both shaking with excitement, nervousness, goosebumps and unexplored, teenage instincts. Troy just let go and stepped back, falling a bit roughly into the wall before glancing off of it and stumbling down the hall. "Y'know what I always thought would be super sexy?" Adam pulled his joggers up over himself. "Hmm?" He asked to the reflection of Troy's nude back down the hallway. He exited and followed Troy to his room. "I always wann'ed to pee on someone." Adam grimaced. "That don't sound sexy at all." "Yea it does!" Troy quickly replied. "It's like all warm 'n it feels real good to pee." Adam, for some reason actually saw the logic. Even though there was none. "What 'bout you?" Troy plopped down on his bed, his impressive endowment laying stiffly against his flat tummy. "Mm... I dunno. Maybe I`d pee on someone." Adam layed down side by side Troy. He shrugged. "I def'nitly pee on someone." Troy assured. "They could pee on me too, that sounds perty sexy." "Yeah... not so much." Both boys chuckled. Troy stayed quiet for a moment. His hand rubbed down his body, covered still in red sand and dust. He idly played with himself, pinching it and pulling it's cover up and down. Adam watched for a few moments. He felt wetness in his sweats, but stayed still. He felt like if he moved... it would all end. Troy simply slowly rubbed himself for several moments. His breathing remained neutral and he just stared up at his ceiling for a while then closed his eyes. Adam dare not move. His tense body frozen. "Can I tell you a secret?" Troy turned and whispered into Adam's ear. The older boy swallowed what little spit was in his now dry throat. "Sometimes..." Adam felt Troy's motion speed up a bit. Troy's nose was touching Adam's ear. "Sometimes me'n Trevor like to play around when we're really horny." Adam's horniness surged. Trevor was Troy's nine year old brother. Spitting image of Troy at that age. "How?" "Like... sex." Troy whispered the word. Adam felt shaky. "N y'know what else?" Troy's breath hastened a bit. "What?" "I'm really horny." Adam turned and stared right into Troy's unfocused, horny, gray eyes. Troy's breath smelled like bread and liquor and Adam could feel it on his lips. The bandana covered forehead lightly pressed against his. Troy smirked, blue braces decorating his smile. "Can we?" "Yeah." Adam replied with absolutely no hesitation. Troy jumped up and straddled Adam's mid, his hand flying up and down his own rod. Troy's nose was touching Adam's. they just stared, Adam completely unmoving, almost scared, but much too turned on to stop it. Strange, the older boy was frightened by the younger boy's hungry advance. And then he felt it and almost leapt up. He didn't actually want to be pissed on! He breathed a sigh of relief. Just cum. A jet sprayed up Adam's tight, dusted chest. Another one splashed across his cheek, another against Troy's own chin, another painting Adam's stomach and some generous drooling on his sweats. Troy smirked devilishly. "Di'nt have'ta pee yet." He whispered. "Don't fuckin' pee on me." Adam warned. "I'll kick your ass." "Fine. Lamo." The young teen then scooped up some of his mess. Adam's cock jolted when he felt Troy's wet fingers slip past his sweat's waistband. A slimy, slick hand wrapped around it's cut length in a backhand grip. Troy's mouth moved closer to Adam's... but just lingered. Adam could feel the spark of just barely grazing Troy's pink lips. He was still unmoving. He didn't know what he should be doing other than enjoying the sticky hand gliding up and down his horny, teen dick. "You gotta hot dick." Troy whispered on Adam's lips. The comment made Adam feel both proud and a bit strange hearing it from Troy's mouth. He was straight... right? Then again, there was nothing straight about what was happening. "Go faster." Adam's breath tickled Troy's lips. Troy sat up and almost desperately yanked Adam's sweats down. Adam kicked one leg off his feet before Troy was on his cock again, laying on his side while propped up. This time, their lips were full on touching. They were breathing into each other's mouths. But still not kissing. Troy stroked Adam with all the mastery and fervor as if Adam making love to his dick himself. He was a tough one to get off, usually spending at least an hour of constant re-oils and several minutes of wrist breaks. Troy's hand, however was flying up and down like a piston. "Could I tell you another secret?" His voice was unsteady with his fast moving arm. "Yeah." Troy smiled devilishly. "Hold that thought." Troy's mouth left and travelled down. A single, swift motion and Adam was deep inside his best friend's throat. His cummy hand rubbed all over Adam's stomach, further smearing the ejaculate all over in one huge mess of young cum and dirt. "What the fu-..." Adam trailed. "Oh... wow." Troy pulled off for a sec. "Feel good?" "Fuck yes." Adam huffed. "Dude keep sucking." Troy grabbed the cock in his fist, moving his tongue down to prod at Adam's heavy balls filled with sperm nearly begging to eject. He ran his tongue up Adam's shaft and flicked it over the tip of his friend's glans. "Put it back in your mouth." Adam pleaded. Troy sucked the head into the warmth and suctioned, one hand holding the thick meat and squeezing slowly. "Hey, you can fuck my mouth." Troy looked up at Adam who craned his neck to take a look. Troy's red lips were wet with his own saliva. The prospect sounded amazing. "I can take it." "You sure?" Adam asked carefully. Troy nodded, slowly jerking Adam. "Yeah. I don't have a gag thingy." Adam gulped at the sexiness. "So go ahead." Adam's dick was once again submerged in Troy's hot, talented mouth. Adam thought about it for a second, but when Troy once more swallowed the whole fucking thing, he was passed being tentative. He grabbed Troy's head and pushed. He shoved his hips into Troy's face. And Troy never made a sound of protest. Not even any indication that he was feeling anything but enjoyment for having Adam's bigger dick fuck his face. Troy was reveling in the smell of Adam's sweaty bush of pubic hair, the feel of his loaded balls, still sprouting tiny hairs down there. Adam usually had to focus in order to cum. This time, it just went off after a few minutes. No warning, no concentration. Pure ecstasy. Adam shoved himself up and Troy stopped bobbing. His face turned red and he expertly took the pump of the first of at least seven thick, huge loads of healthy teenage sperm. Troy then sucked the cum off of Adam's bobbing cock and let the cum drool from his mouth onto Adam's stomach, who actually didn't mind like he thought he would've. "So about that secret." Troy knelt up between Adam's legs, a rather thick chain of cum hanging from his chin. I know you're gay." Adam should've been shocked. Should've denied it. But at this point... "So? That a problem?" Troy shrugged. "Nah." "You're fucking gay too." Adam replied almost hungrily. "You're a cocksucker now." "I dunno if I'm gay." The younger of them answered honestly. "I jus like you I think." Adam's chest tightened. "Really?" Troy nodded. "Yeah man. You're my like, BFF." Adam smiled. "Let's shower." Troy rolled off his sticky friend. "You can suck my dick in there then we can sleep nakey all night." "Nakey?" Adam's lips curled up a bit more. "Yeah. Butt ass nakey." Adam rolled his eyes. "Okay Twoy." He teased. The blonde boy merely winked mischievously. Troy hopped off the bed, stumbling only a little bit. "C'mon. I'm horny again. If you suck it good maybe I'll even let you fuck my other side." Adam had no qualms with this. None at all. - - - - - - - - Rivals - - - - - - - - "Stop it!" Gavin hissed under his breath. "Well! Then stop changing it!" Gage hissed back. The younger boy reached for the iPhone to turn the song back to the previous one. Gavin snatched his phone from his annoying little brother's reach. "Fucking stop!" He whispered sharply. "Hey!" Both boys immediately straightened at their dad's commanding voice from the front seat. "That's enough, Gage. Stop pestering your brother." Their mother affirmed. "I'm not!" The boy whined. "He's not letting me play any music!" Their mother glanced back. Both boys had one headphone in their ear. She glanced at Gavin who held his phone protectively. "Gavin..." she sighed. "Come on, mom!" The teenager complained. "It's my phone and my headphones! He should've brought his!" "I forgot mine, asshole!" Gage shot back in a snarky insult. "Boy, you better watch your mouth." Their dad glared into the rear view window. The boy merely crossed his arm in a pout. "Gavin, can you please just compromise this once?" Gavin huffed incredulously. "Are you serious?" "Yes! I'm serious!" The woman warned. "Or I'll take the damn headphones for myself so I don't have to hear you two bitch at each other." She turned back to the front at the last part. "Why are you always on his side!?" Gavin snapped haughtily. "Alright." Their dad said in exasperation. "Gavin, we're nearly at the cabin. Can you just share the fuckin' music for one measly hour?" Gavin grunted and tossed his earbud at Gage. "What the hell ever. Just take it." He snidely said. "Spoiled little fuck." He added so only Gage could hear. "Mooom, he called me a spoiled fuck!" Secretly both parents chuckled. It was always funny hearing curse words in a 9 year old's immature voice. "Well... he's not wrong." Their mom jokingly said. Gage stared incredulously. "Gavin... watch your mouth." Their dad halfheartedly said. "Oh come on!! I get yelled at for saying ass but he hardly-" "Gage!" His father snapped. "He's 13, you're 9. Now, please. Stop. Fucking. Whining. Both of you!" Gage and Gavin glared at each other for a moment before turning away with crossed arms and resentment on their brains. The brothers sat in silence for a long while. Gage eventually searched for the missing earbud, staring at it for a moment. Gavin did always put up with his music at home. Gage always had the TV on his channels, they always ate at the restaurants he wanted to go to. Gavin was right. Gage was pretty catered to, being the baby and all. He felt a bit guilty... With a relenting sigh, he nudged his brother who glared fiercely at him. As a peace offering, Gage held the headphone out. Gavin gave his little brother a thoughtful look before smiling lightly and taking it. Gage held the other one but Gavin pushed it away. "What do you wanna listen to?" Gage smiled brightly. "Spoiled fuck." The teen whispered with a sly grin. "Asshole." - - "Gage!! I called this room!! Get out!!" The younger boy impishly tossed himself on the bed and put his hands behind his head. "No you didn't. I didn't hear you call it." Gavin yelled in utter frustration. "Why do you have to be such a little fucking brat!?" From their room, the parents just looked at each other and gave exasperated chuckles at how quickly their sons could flip a switch between hating each other and being close as ever. In fact, the fighting had only started very recently, at least this kind of explosive fighting. Something happened between them that neither parents really knew. They figured Gage was finally starting puberty. "Fine! Fucking fine!" Gavin threw his hands up. "Take the fucking room!" Gage smirked victoriously which served only to enrage his heated older brother even more. Gavin's jaw tensed and fire raged in his eyes. In that instant, he changed his mind. "Fucking little asshole!" He - very quickly - stomped toward Gage. The younger boy flinched, thinking he was going to get punched, but Gavin just yanked Gage up by the arm and harshly threw him out the door. He'd forgotten how much bigger and stronger he was than his little brother. Gage stumbled and smacked his head on the wall. Hard. Gavin's eyes widened for a moment, instantly feeling a sharp pain slice his chest. "Gage! You okay?" He ran to the boy and knelt down, but Gage pulled away from him. The boy sat up against the wall, holding his head with tears of pain welling. But he was determined not to cry. He wouldn't give his brother the satisfaction. "What the hell is going on now!?" Their dad asked, assessing the situation. Quickly Gavin's rage transferred to the man. "Gavin, what did you do?" His voice was steely. D "I- I..." Gavin was torn between ratting his brother out to try and save his hide or do the right thing and tell it how it was. The teen sighed. "I got mad and pushed him." He said in a low voice. "I'm sorry, Gage." The boy sprang to his feet and swiftly stomped off to the room he didn't want. Their father glared at the teen, anger and disappointment clear in his face. "Gavin, what the hell is wrong with you two?" The teenager glanced to the ground. He knew he couldn't tell his dad what happened. He just knew it wouldn't end well. "Helloooo? I'm talking to you." His dad snapped his fingers in front of Gavin's face. "I- I'm just..." Gavin released a nervous breath. He had no choice but to lie. It was hard to lie to his dad though. "I don't know." The man stared at his oldest, concerned and very much suspecting what the problem was. Besides. Neither boys were known for lying... he always knew.. It disappointed him greatly. Their dad shook his head slowly and followed his younger son. - - What was supposed to be a family fishing evening followed by a s'mores and campfire stories on their first night at the cabin became a tense stand-off between two stubborn boys. Their dad and mom felt somewhat defeated. And a bit under appreciated. The life of a parent... Gavin sat across the lake, his fishing rod perched up. He had his headphones on, brooding at the day's events. Probably not giving a shit if anything nibbled. Gage sat near their parents, though on the other side of a tree resting his chin on his knees, eyes still puffy and downcast at feeling lonely and hurt with his brother. "I don't know what to do with them." Their mother spoke softly to her husband. "They fight like monsters." The man simply shrugged. "Neither of them will tell me what's going on, but I think I know." He said, taking a swig of his beer as he eyed Gavin from behind his sunglasses. "Care to clarify? Because I wash their sheets..." He shook his head. "It's something we shouldn't get involved in. They're growing up." He simply said. "I don't like the sound of that..." He glanced at her with an eyebrow craned. "Boys do that stuff. We can't get mad at them for exploring their natural desires." "Oh god." She playfully replied, though exasperated. "You say it like it's not something to be a little freaked out about." The man took a drink and huffed. "Hun, all boys do it. Mostly with their brothers or a close friend where they feel safe." "Did you?" "Of course." He admitted unabashedly. She gave him a very strange smile. "So... you've sucked a dick...?" He did blush just a bit, but realized he should be reinforcing his own words. "Yes. I have." "Wooow." She dramatically said. "You're not doing it anymore, right?" It was obvious she was making fun. He played along. "Oh yeah. Every Thursday I go to the gay bars and swallow a few cocks before I come home." He rolled his eyes. She actually cracked up a bit. "Seriously, hun. It's normal." He said. "I'll talk to Gav about being more conscious of you about cleaning up." She sighed and looked toward her oldest son. "That would be nice." She sighed. "Do you think their fighting has to do with that?" "Could be. Gav might be confused." He said. "But I know he'll just shut off if I try and bring it up. He has to get through it on his own. It's part of growing up with a penis." He joked. "Besides, boys fight, love. That's just how it is. That's how they solve problems. My brother and I fist fought at least once a week." "Jesus! About what?" She chuckled. "Shit..." the man laughed. "Anything. Everything. He once punched me for accidentally scratching him when we were wrestling." "You see? That's why I don't like them doing that." She chided. He rolled his eyes. "Just let them. Gav would never punch Gage. Our kids are soft little mamma's boys." She laughed and smacked his shoulder. "That's not nice." Her husband shrugged with a mischievous grin. "What they call wrestling is just foreplay. Me and my brother wouldn't stop until an arm was almost broken." "And then roll around in the sheets?" He chuckled and shrugged a shoulder before finishing off his brew. "Sometimes." She shook her head. "I guess I should consider myself lucky that they're not animals like you two." "Oh please. That's why you love me." He winked at her. He grabbed his wife's hand after she shook her head with a smile, unable to fully deny his claim. "They'll be fine, babe. Just give them a day, they'll be best friends by tomorrow." She stared at her husband, not convinced in the slightest. "You're willing to bet on that?" She jokingly said. The man nodded. "Oh yeah." - - Gavin sat in his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. He felt so heavy. Replaying the situation in his head, he couldn't help but beat himself for not just dropping it. It was just a room. And it was only for a week. He'd had this room last year. It was only fair to trade. It wasn't like the rooms were any different. Gavin just liked this one because it had a better view. Something Gage probably didn't even care about. The boy argued just to argue. Pressed his brother's buttons just to press them. He was acting out, if only for Gavin's attention. And he knew why. It wasn't hard to read between the lines. He hated making Gage feel like shit. Sure, he'd made the kid cry plenty of times before, and sure, they fought but Gavin never purposefully hurt him. He didn't mean to hurt him this time either, but... no... maybe he did. Maybe he had some unresolved aggression that he never addressed. Problem was that his aggression wasn't for Gage. It was for himself. Gavin surmised that he had a lot of shit to work out. He couldn't go around blaming Gage for what they did. Furthermore, he couldn't keep denying that he liked what he and his little brother did. Parents finding out be damned. He made a mistake. A huge one. And he wasn't sure he could undo that mistake. Gavin sighed heavily. It was all his fault. Lightning flashed, and thunder cracked violently. It was loud and very close that time. It actually scared even him. Protectiveness kicked in. Gavin tossed off the blankets and purposefully walked across the hall. He opened the door softly and peered inside. Gage was curled up under the blankets. The boy turned to see who was there and a vulnerable, frightened look appeared on his face that turned into pleading look that asked the teen to stay with him. But he was too afraid of rejection to ask like normal. Gavin walked in and closed the door behind him. "You okay?" He asked in a hushed tone. Gage shook his head after a short moment. Partly embarrassed, partly afraid. "`M scared." He said in a small voice. Gavin`s chest tightened. Clad only in boxer briefs, he made his way to the bed and crawled on top. Gage sat up and instantly fell into his big brother's muscly chest. Gavin hugged his baby brother, rubbing his bare back softly. He felt how much Gage relaxed in his arms. Even though he'd practically shoved him through a wall. Gavin's lips pursed. He had to fix at least that mistake. "Gage... I'm so sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to push you that hard." Gage wrapped his arms around Gavin's torso. "I forgive you." He said in a sniffly voice. Without a second thought, he was forgiven... Gavin smiled fondly. "I love you." Gage glanced up at Gavin, silently asking which `love' he meant. "Mean it?" He tentatively, very softly asked. Gavin kissed Gage's forehead. "Fuck yeah." Gage, for a moment, stared at Gavin's face in search of a look he knew all to well. He stared for a very long moment. He found himself pleasantly surprised to see Gavin not averting his eyes or looking nervous at all. There were very much hints of that look Gage was looking for. The boy found himself needing to know... badly. Gage bravely put himself out there and kissed Gavin's lips tenderly, lingering for just a quick second. Then he searched again for the look, hoping with everything that he hadn't made a mistake. Gavin couldn't help it. He gave Gage what he was looking for. He couldn't deny it. The boy's heart jumped, and it sped up. Silently, Gage moved back and slid the covers off of him. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and guided his small, tight, Darth Vader boxer briefs down and off of his legs. He was kneeling, putting his body on display for Gavin, hoping again that he wouldn't be rejected. His 9 year old boy boner stuck up then curved away from his body. It throbbed with his heartbeat. Gavin took his brother's beauty in. Fuck it. Gavin followed Gage's lead and stripped off his plaid boxers. Gage caressed Gavin's erection for a moment before rolling on his back. One leg at a time, he pulled his feet behind his head, thighs under his arms. That tight little pucker winked. Gage stared up at Gavin with wide eyes, though he blushed rather madly in embarrassment and, yet again, fear of being rejected. Gavin just smirked. He grabbed Gage's hand licked the boy's fingers, leaving generous amounts of spit on them. Gage gave a toothy smile, mischievous and horny, but also happy at the development. He reached between his legs rubbed his saliva over the incredibly exposed, pink wrinkle of flesh. His two fingers slipped inside with a bit of wiggling and pushing, all the while he stared at his brother, eyes clouded in lust. Gavin leaned over the delicate boy and kissed him. "Remember how I taught you how to make yourself cum?" Gage smirked, the two brother's lips still grazing. "Yah." He answered. "I do it a lot." Gavin pushed his tongue into Gage's mouth, then gripped his bottom lip between his teeth for a short moment. "Cum for me." He kissed his brother passionately. Gage's fingers hooked inside his body. His return kiss halted as he shook and softly moaned in a cute whisper. His little boy dick jumped wildly in a dry orgasm. Gavin watched his brother's dick then grabbed it to intensify the post orgasmic sensitivity. Gage whimpered softly. "Good boy." Within seconds, Gage started again. This time, he pushed his fingers in and out. "Fuck..." Gavin licked his lips, so turned on with his brother and smiled wide. Gavin moved down Gage's body. His tongue lapped up the boy's tight ball sack, tugging at the wrinkled skin with his teeth. He felt Gage's wrist against his cheek speed up as the boy finger fucked himself with rapid urgency. Gavin pulled the wrist and eased Gage's fingers from his hole. He sucked them into his mouth, feeling a surge of familiar horniness at the taste of his little brother's sweet, young boy hole. Gavin tongued his kid brother's asshole, fucking his tongue in and out, sucking on his skin, loving that tight orifice that willingly accepted anything on Gavin's body inside it. Gage's fingers combed into Gavin's hair and pulled, lost in the feelings. His back arched and his breathing got louder and quicker. Gavin reached up and lifted the kid's boner up with two fingers, gently squeezing the center of his hard shaft. A moan from Gage spurred Gavin on. The shaft tightened in his grip and the hole clamped down on his tongue. "C-cumming... hnnn!" Gavin suddenly felt a surge deep inside him. "Oh... oh- what the fuck." He gasped. He quickly sat up and pulled away from Gage, eyes squinting shut to avert the premature cum that was on the verge of happening. Gage quickly pulled his legs out from behind his head and rolled forward. "No, wait-" Gavin said breathily once he saw Gage dive in for the teen cock. Gage ignored and wrapped his fist around the edging cock. He stuffed the covered head inside his mouth and used his tongue to open the puckered foreskin. Salty precum spilled on his tongue first. Then a bullet of warm cum shot on it, powerful like Gage had squeezed a water bottle on his tongue. Gage's eyes looked up at Gavin who's face was contorted with a very, very shocked, `what the fuck' look at how hard he was cumming in the 9 year old's mouth. That kid must've swallowed eight, powerful blasts of thin boy juice without flinching before it just throbbed in his mouth. He pulled back the foreskin and sucked the knob clean, making Gavin his and pull Gage's head back. Gage giggled at Gavin's flushed, disoriented face. He was practically heaving for breath. "That was the most ever." Gage said. Gavin huffed with a smile. "Fuck." He chuckled. "It's cuz I ain't jacked off in 3 days." "Really?" Gage asked. "I did it in the shower." Gavin looked at the boy and shook his head with a laugh. "You're insatiable." "I don' even know what that is." "It means you're a horny little fuck." Gavin punched Gage's chest playfully. Gage merely shrugged. "Ohh shit, that was good." Gavin mentioned after a brief silence. "Fuck, you suck a mean dick." "Thanks." Gage proudly said. "You spunked your cums really fast this time." "I know." Gavin tackled his brother to his back and kissed him hard, the taste of his own sperm slowly turning him back on. "You were turning me the fuck on." Gage slyly smiled. "Too bad." He said. "I wanted to get fucked." His legs spread wide and he pushed his hand between their bodies and ran his hand across his asshole, all the while with that devilish smirk on his face. "You wanted to get fucked, huh?" Gavin repeated with a knowing grin, matching Gage's. "Yah. Shoulda' fucked your cums in my ass." Gage shrugged. Gavin lightly smacked his brother's thigh. "Stop being a dick." The boy giggled. "I really did though." Gavin smiled. "Our first time in the cabin. Sounds... romantic." He plunged his fingers into his brother's ribs. "Eww!" Gage shrieked in protest as he squirmed and flailed. "Stoop!" He howled in laughter. "Gavin! I give! I give!" The older boy relented and then kissed Gage's lips softly. "I wanted to fuck you too." Gage gripped his big brother's bigger cock, flaccid now. "Too bad you got soft. Guess we gotta wait till tomorrow." He shrugged. "Then I guess I'll just have to fuck your brains out tomorrow in the shower." Gavin bit and tugged at Gage's neck. Gage's grin widened. "Maybe." He said. "If you don't blow your cums too quick." Gavin grinned. Oh, he wouldn't. He'd make sure of that.