Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 01:04:43 -0500 From: T.E. Miso Subject: Jeremy's Special Needs Part 1: Doggy Style STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction. The characters and event depicted here are complete fantasy and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone child abuse in any form, and encourages people to practice safe sex. If it is illegal for you to view materials of this nature in your country of origin, or you are not yet the age of majority, please exit this story now. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is my third submission to Nifty. My other work can be found in the Incest section, the series entitled Middle Brother. If you want to get straight to the sexy part skip to the section after the asterisks. Should I continue? I love feedback, so let me know what you think: theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com Nifty is a great resource and a vital outlet for the community. Please consider making a donation today! Jeremy's Special Needs Doggy Style The picture clearly showed the boy's face, plain brown hair, plain hazel eyes, a pale pink blush on his white cheeks, and a pair of bright red lips, with mouth opened obscenely wide but stuffed full of flesh. Manflesh. Cock to be exact. The boy's small red mouth was stretched open to let in what was unmistakably a man's erect and rather impressive phallus. The picture was of Franklin Kirk. He was always called Franklin. Never Frank, or Frankie, or F-dawg. Just Franklin. "Franklin", said Mrs Roberts, "What do you have to say?" Franklin felt that familiar blush, the same one that was on his cheeks in the picture, burning in his cheeks now. His hands trembled a little as he set the photograph back down on the Roberts kitchen counter. He felt sick to his stomach and he looked at his hands, silent for a long moment before he finally mumbled, barely more than a whisper, "W-what are you gonna d-do Mrs. Roberts?" Mrs. Roberts manicured nails clacked on the marble countertop as she reached over and drew the photograph back. She replaced it in the manila envelope she had drawn it from. She cleared her throat, "There are more of course. This was what...two or three years ago? When you were twelve? The...offending member...belongs to your sixth grade English teacher Mr...uh...let's see...Mr Tawning wasn't it?" Franklin looked up once more, not thinking Mrs. Roberts could shock him anymore than she already had. He found her, bright blonde hair contrasted with dark makeup, crisp gray business suit and miniskirt, sitting exactly as she had been the entire time, a white cup of tea on a saucer with a single perfect red lipstick stain on one bit of its rim sitting on the counter just to the left of the folder. She looked like something out of an old Humphrey Bogart movie. Franklin liked old movies. He met Mrs. Roberts sharp green eyes for a moment and then buried his face in his hands and took a shuddering breath, "W-where did you even get those?" Though he couldn't see her anymore, he heard her take a noisy sip of her tea, before she said, "Did he force you to do any of the things in these pictures? Coerce you? Threaten you?" Though he was terrified of what Mrs. Roberts might do with the pictures, if Franklin were honest, he actually had a rather painfully stiff reaction to seeing the photographs again, his five inches of musky teenage erection made muskier by a persistent leaking from its tip. He imagined he could smell his boner just a little bit even now, and hoped Mrs. Roberts couldn't. Franklin shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, glad the broad kitchen island hid his pants from the woman's unnerving gaze. He shook his head silently in response to her question. Mrs. Roberts took another sip of tea, "Did you enjoy it? The things you did with Mr. Tawning?" Franklin felt his ears turning red, and he pressed his face into his hands even harder, and he was absolutely still. He jumped when he felt Mrs. Roberts hand touch his and draw his arms down, revealing his face to her. He knew his eyes were brimming with shameful tears, and he was surprised when he saw the strange woman who lived down the street from him smiling. She reached out and ran the back of her fingers down his burning cheek and said, "You can be honest Franklin. There aren't any secrets you need to keep from me. I've seen...well...quite a bit of you. You aren't in any kind of trouble here." Franklin sniffled like a kid half his age and murmured, "I...I'm not?" Mrs. Roberts laughed a little, "Of course not. If anyone were going to be in trouble from those photos it would be Mr. Tawning." Franklin felt a hot rush of anger and he gripped the counter, looking up sharply, "No! You can't! He...He didn't do anything wrong! It...it was my idea! I made him." The tight skin around Mrs. Roberts green eyes crinkled as she smiled wider and she nodded, sitting back, "So you did enjoy it then?" Franklin realized she had baited him into the admission, and he slumped a bit, but finally nodded. He looked out the kitchen bay window of the Roberts house, at the well-manicured green lawn and the bright afternoon spring sun. He felt like it was a window to a dream world he could never return to. He shifted and wondered why his damn boner wouldn't go down. He felt miserable and yet couldn't ever remember being more aroused. He glanced back at Mrs. Roberts and ventured to ask, "So...what do you want from me?" Mrs. Roberts pursed her lips slightly, then licked her teeth in the habitual way beautiful women do to wipe away any errant lipstick stains, and then folded her arms neatly under her small breasts, "I have a very specific job I need done Franklin, and I wanted to make sure you were the right young man to do it." Franklin narrowed his eyes in confusion, and looked at the folder, "W-why did you need those...pictures...to offer me a job?" Mrs. Roberts drummed the fingers of one hand against her folder arms, as if she were still pondering Franklin deeply, and then said, "Franklin, men like to have sex with young things. Young is beautiful. We don't like to admit, as a society, exactly how young we find things become beautiful, but it doesn't surprised me at all what Mr. Tawning did with you. I've seen the photos. You were...are...a beautiful boy." Franklin blushed again but felt his lips and cock twitch upward slightly in response to the praise. Mrs. Roberts continued, "However, not everything young is interested in sex. Men don't often care too much for whether a young thing is interested though, and they can talk young things into making all sorts of choices they aren't ready for. Predators do exist. As does prey. I'm not saying there isn't a good reason for our consent laws." Franklin shook his head, "I'm not following you Mrs. Roberts...I...I'm sorry." Mrs. Roberts sighed softly, and tilted her head to the side. Franklin thought this might be her way of looking irritated. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and squirmed till she finally said, "However, there are some young things, children, who are very much interested in sex. They are ready and willing, both physically and mentally. Children like you, Franklin. Children who may not know what to ask for, but certainly know what they want. That picture of you, with Mr. Tawning pushing his semen off your cheek and into your mouth with his thumb...by the look on your face then you very much know what you want." Franklin felt another flood or precum ooze into the already drenched fabric of his briefs. He bit his bottom lip and nodded again. Mrs. Roberts got up from the kitchen counter and walked over to her large double-door stainless steel refrigerator. She gently removed two photos from underneath magnets and brought them back to the counter. She placed them in front of Franklin. Both pictures were of boys, one looked to be just a little younger than Franklin himself, maybe the same age or a year before he was when he was getting naked with Mr. Tawning every day after school. The boy had reddish brown hair, and a goofy grin with bright green eyes like Mrs. Roberts. The other photo was of a younger boy, maybe third or fourth grade, with warm dusky blonde hair and the palest blue eyes Franklin had ever seen. Mrs. Roberts tapped each photo in turn, "These are my sons, Stephen and Jeremy." Franklin looked up from the photos and gave a shrug, "Ok?" Mrs. Roberts sat back down, "I'd like for you to watch them afterschool from now on, and a few weekends a month." Franklin looked up again, "Y-you want me to babysit your boys?" Mrs. Roberts nodded, "Yes, you're the perfect candidate. I'm assuming you've gotten bigger than you were in the photos. I mean, between your legs. Well into puberty now yes?" Franklin crossed his legs, and almost laughed out loud in embarrassment but he nodded again. Mrs. Roberts smiled, "That's good. Jeremy will enjoy that I'm sure, though if Stephen shows any interest feel free to play with him too. Everyone is born bisexual, as they say." Franklin blinked and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I...I don't get it. What...what are you trying to say?" Mrs. Roberts fussed with her hair for a moment, then leveled her gaze on Franklin and said, "I've known for a while that Jeremy was like you Franklin. He's a boy that knows what he wants. I'm a single mother, more or less, what with Mr. Roberts indefinitely overseas, and that means I'm a prime target for men who want to have sex with young things. And with Jeremy being like you, it wouldn't be long till he found someone on his own. He'll only be satisfied playing games with Stephen for so long. If I left him to his own devices though, he might not find someone who had his best interest at heart. He might fall prey to psychological or physical abuse, and there is always the risk of disease." Franklin held up his hands, "W-wait...you want me to babysit your son...b-because he likes to have sex? Y-you want me to have...s-sex with Jeremy?" Mrs Roberts smiled again, "Of course. Why wouldn't I want to find a suitable specialist for Jeremy's special needs? I'm supposed to keep him safe, that's part of my job as his mother. And I can't change what he is. Think of it like this, if he had an overactive metabolism, I'd find him a good nutritionist, not swat his hands when he was hungry all the time. If he needs a good cock to satisfy his urges, I don't see how that is any different." Franklin felt like the room was spinning. His mouth was dry and his whole crotch ached with pent up sexual frustration. He licked his lips, "A-and you won't be mad...i-if we do things?" Mrs. Roberts frowned, "On the contrary. I'll be mad if you say no to him. Let him sit on your face, or swallow your spunk, or stick his feet in your mouth. Whatever he wants to explore. Yes, you're his babysitter, but really, you're his new favorite toy. Are we clear?" Franklin squirmed but nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his ears. Then, his eyes caught sight of Stephen, the older red-headed boy. He looked up, "What about Stephen...?" Mrs. Roberts chuckled, "He's eleven almost twelve. I'm pretty sure he'd be ecstatic to hump a birthday balloon if it would sit still under him. Let him join in if he cares too. He's much more reserved than his brother though. Jeremy has already convinced him to do all manner of things. I don't think he'll stay interested for but a few more years, but if Stephen also enjoys the benefits of having you around, all the better." Mrs. Roberts stood up then abruptly, and swept the manila folder into her open briefcase. She closed it with a click and walked over to the fridge again, "Everything you need to know is on the fridge. Emergency contacts, the number for the boy's favorite pizza place, and a list of job expectations. I already called your mother to tell her you'd be watching my boys after school from now on. I told her I'd be paying you, but that I didn't trust young men with that much money, so I asked to deposit the money directly into her bank account. She didn't ask any questions when she heard what she'd be getting. I'll of course be paying you a separate stipend in cash, for your trouble. We both know what your drug addled mother will do with that money. And that means she won't ask too many questions about where you've been." Franklin felt a surge of disgust at the mention of his worthless mother. He frowned, and nodded, "Yea, she won't care." Mrs. Roberts smiled, "Listen Franklin, if this works out, I want you to think of yourself like one of my own. Alright? I think it's wonderful that the legal system protects normal kids from being exploited, but I think it's a shame there is no room in it for boys like you and Jeremy. Things will start looking up for you now." Franklin felt a real ray of happiness then, and nodded to Mrs. Roberts. She reached out and clasped his shoulder a bit distantly, and then turned to leave the kitchen. He followed her, "Wait...w-when do I start? How long do I work?" Mrs. Roberts looked back at him, "Jeremy will get off the bus in about an hour, Stephen about 45 minutes later. You should expect to work late most nights, at least until I get home. My job keeps me out till odd hours, so don't expect a steady schedule. But...I don't think that'll be a problem. You've got good food, cable, internet, spending cash, and all the sex you can work out of my boys. Do you really want to go home to that shack you live in anyway?" Franklin looked away and shook his head, "No ma'am." Mrs. Roberts nodded, "Good, well then, review the list, text me if you have questions or concerns, and I'll see you late tonight. Oh...and don't forget to do your own homework. I know you've been sliding in English now that you're teacher isn't screwing your brains out." ***** Franklin stood in the kitchen doorway feeling stunned for a long time after Mrs. Roberts finally left. He didn't know how she knew the things about him that she did; the things about anyone that she did. And now she was hiring him to be a sexy babysitter for her elementary school aged son. His mind was shrouded in shocked fog. His throbbing cock, on the other hand, accepted and embraced this strange turn of events, and pulsed happy and hard in his tight briefs even as he finally padded over to the fridge to look at the note Mrs. Roberts left. It read: 1) Unless Jeremy tells you otherwise, dress in only your underpants. It helps him feel more comfortable. 2) Make sure the blinds are closed before you play any naked games 3) Make sure Stephen and Jeremy do their homework, and eat a healthy snack. You too. 4) Jeremy has a toybox for normal toys, and a toybag under the bathroom sink for his special toys. He especially likes Big Pink, but make sure he stretches before he plays with it. There is extra lubricant in the medicine cabinet if he runs out of his own, and a bottle of poppers in the freezer which you can give him as a reward for finishing his homework at night. 5) The boys are not allowed to have friends over unless they have permission from me. If they have permission from me, I WILL TEXT YOU, don't let them talk you into it otherwise. I will let you know for each friend if they are allowed to participate in any special play. 6) Jeremy has a very acute sense of smell, and enjoys finding new smells. As such, both boys are allowed to go up to two days without bathing, and I encourage you to do so as well. Jeremy will tell you if he doesn't like it. (He won't tell you he doesn't like it) 7) No means no. That goes for everyone. You included. Jeremy can be insistent, especially with Stephen, to do things he doesn't really want to do. Try and redirect him to other games if he wants you or Stephen to do something you aren't interested in. 8) Number 7 aside, I encourage you to experiment! If there isn't a good reason to say no, say yes. 9) You may take photos and video with the camera I left in the third drawer down in the TV stand. It has an encrypted SD card. Don't use cell phones or other cameras. Wouldn't want pictures of you and Jeremy to be as easy to find as pictures of your and Mr. Tawning. <3 Finally, Franklin, loosen up and have fun! This is a safe place for you now as well. Children shouldn't be afraid of who they are anymore than they should be forced to be something they aren't. You have nothing to hide or be ashamed of while you are here. I know my boys are in good hands. Love, Angela Franklin read the note twice, feeling dizzy, and then folded it in half and put it back on the fridge. He sat at the kitchen table and didn't realize he was idly grinding his erection into his palm until he felt his balls drawing up dangerously. He stopped suddenly, and laughed out loud. This was too good to be true. It had to be a dream! But he had no more time to consider, because just then the front door slammed and he heard a high boy's voice call, "Mom? Are you home? Is he here yet? Did you give him the job?" Franklin felt like time was abruptly caught in a thick film of molasses, and each moment felt sticky and slow as a result. Jeremy was running when he rounded the doorway into the kitchen, but he might as well have been standing still. The warm afternoon sunlight made his short mussed blonde hair glimmer, and each little detail stuck to Franklin's brain. The ten year old's tight blue jeans and the way his bare tummy rounded out over their waistband just enough to make him look soft, but not enough to make him look chubby. The outie belly button protruding almost obscenely from that creamy white stomach, and the puffy pink nipples that followed. It took Franklin a moment to realize he could see so much of Jeremy because the third grader was already tugging his shirt over his head. When those blue eyes finally popped free of the t-shirt, shining out of a large head on a delicate neck nestled between two graceful looking collar bones, those little boy shoulders rolled back proudly and Jeremy smiled, "Oh! You're Franklin aren't you? The boy mama caught doing naughty stuff? Mom! Mom! Are you here?" Franklin stood up without thinking and said quickly, "Uh..she isn't here...anymore. She left me here to...you know...watch you. Were you expecting me?" Jeremy looked Franklin up and down. The teenager still looked young, but he knew the youth was old enough to drive a car. He looked skinny, but he had broad shoulders, and feathery brown hair. Jeremy liked the way a thick tuft of that soft hair curled over one of Franklin's eyes. He frowned though and pushed his lip out in a pout, "Mom said you were gonna be in your undies...like me and Stephen like to be." Franklin jumped, remembering the list and stammered, "O-oh yea. She left a note...uh...sorry...I guess I just lost track of time. H-here...I'll do it now." Jeremy grinned, "OK!", and immediately resumed his own strip show. He toed off his sneakers and pried open the well-worn button on his jeans. Very quickly he was standing in the kitchen dressed in nothing but slightly dirty looking socks and a pair of brightly colored batman underwear. Franklin stood staring, unable to look away from that casual display of soft supple boy. He felt like he couldn't breathe and toyed with the hem of his t-shirt absently. In a moment Jeremy stamped his socked foot with a muffled slap on the kitchen tile and said, "C'mon! Hurry up! I wanna go play!" Franklin shook his head and laughed a little, "Uh...s-sorry little guy. Uh...I guess I'm a little nervous is all." Jeremy watched Franklin pull his t-shirt up and noticed the boy wasn't quite as skinny as he looked. He had what looked to be a little muscle line on his stomach, and his chest had two small perky pecs, with little brown nipples. The teenager wasn't exactly athletic, but he looked active. Franklin had a little bit of very wispy underarm hair, but no chest or tummy hair. Jeremy felt his stomach fluttering and he danced from one foot to the next as Franklin more slowly took down his pants. The older boy also took off his shoes and slid his shorts down, leaving him standing in his white basic briefs. Franklin blushed bright red when Jeremy said, "Cool! You got a boner already! Wow! It's way bigger than Stephen's!" Franklin realized there was no way to conceal his huge erection, which tented his briefs out and left the thin white fabric nearly transparent with the massive amount of precum he had leaked since Mrs. Roberts pulled him out of school (something else he wasn't sure how she had managed). He reached down to cover it embarrassed, but then thought better of it. He took a breath and put his hands on his hips, thrusting it outward, "DO you like it?" Jeremy giggled and put his hands on his hips, thrusting his batman brief clad hips out, showing off his own modest cocklet bumping out from his own groin. He grinned, "I got one too! I like yours a lot!" Franklin grinned himself, and felt like some sort of tense bubble had burst. He reached down and scratched his balls openly and then said, "So what do you wanna do now Jeremy?" Jeremy scampered quickly over and grabbed one of Franklin's larger hands in both of his own. Franklin felt like there was an electric current running through him, and he almost moaned out loud. Jeremy grinned and tugged him towards the kitchen door, "C'mon! Let's go to my room!" Franklin smiled and nodded, "OK, lead the way buddy." Jeremy pulled him through the living room and up the stairs. As they climbed the stairs, Franklin watched the plumpest little butt he could ever remember seeing waggling almost in front of his face, a yellow and black batman symbol stretched obscenely over both buns. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he might pass out. Then they were down the hall and into the bedroom. Jeremy slammed the door quickly, and Franklin saw the room looked like a boy's paradise, a large flat screen TV on one wall, and a computer desk on another. A toybox at the foot of a double bed was overflowing with toys, and the floor was littered here and there with little piles of boy rubbish, dirty clothes and action figures. Jeremy quickly got down on all fours and wiggled his butt at Franklin, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous grin, "C'mon! Let's play doggy!" Franklin looked down at Jeremy, and furrowed his brow, "How do you play doggy?" Jeremy giggled and trotted a few paces away on all fours, and said, "Get down like me and I'll show you!" Franklin, still unsure what was happening, got down on all fours on the carpet. He trotted a few paces and said, "Like this?" Jeremy nodded, "Uh-huh." Franklin looked at the younger boy, wondering if the nine year old had practiced the perfect dip in his small back, which made his butt explode upwards behind him, or if it was just natural sex appeal. Maybe Mrs. Roberts was right about some boys being born sexed up. Jeremy plodded over to Franklin and said, "Hi, I'm a doggy. I'm gonna say hello like a doggy!" Jeremy stuck his tongue out and panted and wiggled his butt. Franklin laughed and then panted back and wiggled his butt. He watched Jeremy crawl around his side, and he stayed still. He then jumped when he felt something press up against his backside. He leapt up involuntarily and jerked away. He looked back and found Jeremy looking suddenly very hurt. The smaller boy said quickly, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I thought it was ok!" Franklin felt his shock melt, and instantly regretted his defensiveness. He smiled, "No...it's ok. I was surprised is all! I thought you were saying hello..." Jeremy frowned, "I was. Doggies say hello by sniffing butts!" Franklin blushed and then laughed and said, "O-ohhh...you were...I see..." The teenager remembered Mrs. Roberts note, and the bit about Jeremy's nose. He hadn't realized how literally she meant it. He lowered himself back down to all fours and bit his lip, then said, "Well, that's ok. I'm a doggy too! You can say hello if you want too." Jeremy cheered and crawled quickly over to Franklin. This time the teenager focused on staying still as he felt what he knew now was Jeremy's little face press into his underwear covered butt. He almost giggled himself when he felt the warm puffs of breath coming through the thin fabric and heard the soft sniffles Jeremy was making. He felt bad, knowing he hadn't showered since yesterday afternoon in gym class. He found his self-consciousness thrust its way out of his mouth, "Uh...s-sorry little dude. I know I must smell pretty bad..." Jeremy giggled and said, "No! I love it! D...d-do you think I could smell it...you know...for real? No undies?" Franklin's cock twitched and he still felt like police were going to burst through the door at any moment, but he said, "S-sure Jeremy. Whatever you wanna play. That's what your mom said." Jeremy didn't cheer this time, but Franklin felt the cooler bedroom air on his naked butt as his briefs were pulled down. He still hadn't grown many pubes, and his butt and balls were as hairless as Jeremy's likely were. He laughed nervously as he felt Jeremy lean in again, the soft movement of air feeling much more intimate on his bare skin. Then he felt the boy's small hands reach up to grip his butt cheeks. They kneaded them, like the younger boy was playing with playdough, and then Franklin felt the unmistakably vulnerable sensation of having your buttcheeks tugged apart, and he felt his butthole wink reflexively. Jeremy giggled again and let Franklins cheeks close before prying them open a few more times, watching his hole spasm. Then Franklin felt the soft brush of skin directly on his hole, and almost jumped again. He wondered if Jeremy was going to finger him, and he looked over his shoulder but found the ten year olds face was pressed right down in between his cheeks, and realized the flesh must be the tip of his cute nine year old nose. Franklin stayed still and quiet while Jeremy explored his exposed body. He felt the boys fingers soon tracing his balls, hefting them, and leaning down to sniff at them as well. And then he felt those little hands slide down onto his teen cock, and the silence was broken by a moan he couldn't keep back. Jeremy said, "Hello!" And then broke down laughing. Franklin might have laughed too, except the little boy was giving his cock a few tugs, which made him desperately horny. He shivered, and then Jeremy bent his cock backwards, pulling it out from between his legs. The young boy spent a lot of time examining it, and Franklin felt his foreskin rolled back from his dark red mushroom head. He again wished he had showered as the acrid scent of his headcheese reached even his nose. Franklin looked down between his legs, as he felt Jeremy's little fingers begin to play with his head, poking at and opening and closing the slit of his glans. He saw the boy pull away a long clear strand of slippery precum and whisper, "Cool..." Franklin smiled, "Enjoying your hello little dude?" Jeremy leaned down and looked at Franklin between his legs and said, "Yea! This is so awesome!" Franklin wanted to throw Jeremy to the ground and rut him till he died. But instead he said casually, "You know...I haven't gotten to say hello to you yet...isn't it doggy polite to let me say hello too?" Jeremy giggled, sounding nervous himself now, and let Franklin's cock go all at once, causing it to fling precum into the carpet and slap against his taut stomach when it flicked forward. Jeremy crawled beside Franklin and then rolled over onto his back, holding his crooked hand up near his chin, and bending his knees to his chest. He said, "I'm a smaller doggy, so I gotta show you my tummy, cause I'm missive to you." Franklin looked at the prostrate boy, staring up at him with those pale blue eyes, and he took a long breath. He forced himself to remember to smile and said, "You mean submissive?" Jeremy nodded once, and then Franklin leapt at him suddenly, bringing a shriek from the smaller boy as the teenager started playfully growling, "Grrr! Then I'm a big doggy! I'm going to say hello to you all I want!" The younger boy immediately broke down into gales of laughter as Franklin began to wrestle with him gently, digging at his sides and underarms with his fingers and pressing his face all over the boy's soft belly and slender chest. He was only playing at sniffing him, but Franklin found the musky slightly sweet smell of the boy filled his senses anyway. He felt like his mind was wrapped in soft silk or velvet, his inhibitions dulled and the playful, powerful lust he had lived with all his life was now set free to inhabit him. Franklin had no way of knowing the pheromones of the dirty third grader below him were what were dulling the edge off his fear and reason. He only knew he was feeling less and less like a friendly doggy, and more and more like a hungry wolf. Jeremy squirmed but only halfheartedly, and he became very still when Franklin pressed his nose into the nub of his outie belly button. He trembled and felt his stomach twitch involuntarily as the older boy took a long sniff. He was looking down, and met Franklin's eyes when the teen looked up from his stomach. They kept almost unblinking eye contact as Franklin moved his head lower, his chin grazing the blue waistband of Jeremy's batman briefs as he slid his face between the boy's slender white legs. Jeremy gasped a little when Franklin took hold of his ankles and spread his legs further. He knew that even though they were still playing, the game was much more serious now. He could sense it. Franklin watched Jeremy's blue eyes, realized he could read the boy's every little emotion in his angelic face, his innocent openness leaving his lust and curiosity written in his features in a way Franklin found almost as intoxicating as he did the slightly more sour odor coming from the front of Jeremy's briefs. He knew it was the boy's immature crotch musk mixed with a few droplets of urine staining the fabric of those cartoon y-fronts. He let his nose graze directly over that tiny cocklet, feeling it flex violently when it was touched, and he let the stiffened boyspear slide directly into his left nostril, briefs and all. He huffed, causing Jeremy to make a noise halfway between a laugh and a moan. He massaged the boy's ankles as he snorted his boyhood like human cocaine. He closed his eyes and then sighed and leaned up a bit, gazing down at that little crotch beneath him. He knew what he wanted now, what he needed. The horny teen leaned up quickly and transferred both those little ankles to one hand, lifting Jeremy's smaller body like he was an infant about to get a diaper change. He worked his fingers into the waistband of those tiny briefs, and while he struggled to peel them away from Jeremy's irresistible nether regions, Franklin pressed his face into the musty soles of Jeremy's socked feet, rubbing his face greedily over flexing arches and wiggling toes as Jeremy made nervous and excited little sounds beneath him, being true to his word and submitting to Franklin's every movement. Franklin only took his face away from those smelly boy feet for a moment to slip the briefs off those wriggling legs. He thought a moment and took the socks as well, leaving Jeremy truly naked on the rug below. He looked down, taking in his first view of the nude blonde nine year old squirming and aroused on the floor and he let out an unashamed moan, which brought the shyest and purest smile from Jeremy that Franklin could ever remember seeing on anyone. He returned it and whispered, "Damn little dude...I like to say hello to cute doggys like you." Jeremy blushed and laughed. Franklin looked at the bare feet in front of him and leaned forward, pressing Jeremy's legs back towards his head. He pressed his nose into one naked foot, feeling like he might faint from lust, even as he pressed those legs backwards. He let his chest rest against the back of Jeremy's creamy calves, and when he had almost bent the younger boy in two, he began to slide down those legs with his nose, pressing at his knees to fold the limbs into the boy's chest, and then continued to slide his face down the back of those thighs. He caught the first wiff of it several inches before he reached it. Little boy butthole. Franklin liked the smell of butts period, but as he had grown, his own smell seemed to grow heavier, coarser. His own butt had a stink to it now, which he still liked. But a little boy's butthole? It was a delicate but overpowering smell, musk and tang and sweetness coated in a dirty sort of dankness like the perfume of a Louisiana swamp on a hot summer night, or the bittersweet flavor of dark chocolate, the bad making the good so much better. Jeremy started trembling when he felt Franklin's large strong hands cup his butt. He gasped aloud when the teenager's nose slid easily and without hesitation right into his sweaty little crack. He heard the older boy sniffing him vigorously and them moaning. He moaned too, and wrapped his arms around the backs of his knees to pull his legs tighter up so he could curl into a tight ball, and push his little hole right up into Franklin's face. Franklin was in a haze of boymusk and lust. He felt his cock give a mighty twitch as the moist cleft between Jeremy's most secret body part wrapped around his nose. He realized that he had actually spurted precum. The smell of Jeremy was overwhelming him and he was pawing at the boy's cheeks, dragging them apart, leaving bright red handprints on that unblemished white flesh where his desperation made him rougher than he might have been otherwise. Jeremy didn't complain though. If anything, the third grader seemed to be urging him on. After a few minutes, Franklin realized he had to go further; he couldn't stop it. He leaned back and said in a growling, husky voice, "Y-you're a dirty doggy Jeremy. Your bottom hasn't been cleaned for awhile. It's the job of us big dogs to help you little doggy's keep clean. I'm gonna clean you now ok?" Jeremy was a little confused, and he frowned, "D-do you want me to take a bath?" Franklin shook his head and leaned back down towards the boy's exposed buttocks. He said, "That isn't how doggy's clean themselves." Jeremy realized what Franklin meant just as he felt the rough wet swipe of the teenagers tongue slide up his buttcrack. He gasped and let out a loud moan as the teenager began to vigorously lap at his hiney. He let go of his legs, letting them to fall backwards, his knees hitting the floor on either side of his head and he reached up and began to claw his own cheeks wider apart. He had wanted someone to do this to him for a while, but Stephen never would. Franklin slurped and sucked and lashed his tongue in quick flicks and long deep furrows over the entire length of the musky valley between Jeremy's plump cheeks. He felt the boy go wild, and remembered how it had felt the first time Mr. Tawning had licked him back there. He let Jeremy take over spreading his own hole luridly wide, and reached down supporting the boy's back with one hand, and taking hold of his aching cock with the other. He knew he was going to have to bust soon. Franklin began to focus his licking, pressing more and more against that slick little rosebud, feeling it twitching and flexing uncontrollably. And then it happened. The slightly salty wrinkled skin pressed out as he was pressing in, and the unmistakable hot sour flavor of the inside walls of Jeremy's tiny ass exploded on the tip of Franklin's tongue as it slid past that pulsing ring and as deep into the elementary schooler as the teen could shove it. Jeremy let out a sound like a squeal and started panting the word `yes' over and over. Franklin spent another minute lapping at Jeremy's insides and then came up panting, his face dripping sweat and glistening with saliva and buttjuices. He made eye contact with Jeremy's blue eyes, and slowly lowered the boy's hips down. He was trembling as he pressed his own hips forward and then gently rubbed the head of his cock, slick with his own copious preseed, up and down Jeremy's smooth, slimy crack. He didn't ask, but he paused. Jeremy, looking down to catch the older boy's lust clouded hazel eyes, bit his lip and then scooched downward a bit, a silent approval of the unspoken question of penetration. That was all the encouragement Franklin needed. He took his six inches of stinky teenage cock in his fist so that only the skinned mushroom head was sticking out and began to grind it insistently in little circles between Jeremy's cheeks. The boy's hole spasmed and clenched, almost nibbling at the intruder trying to force its way inside, teasing it with pulsing wet kisses. Franklin whispered, "Push out like you gotta poop." Jeremy grunted and nodded, focusing on pushing out. The sensation of the real, warm, slippery dick of another actual person slipping back and forth over his most favorite body part was driving him mad, and he was panting and shaking. Then it happened. Both of them felt it as if in slow motion, but it took less than a second for Franklin's fat mushroom cockhead to pop completely into Jeremy's tight pucker. Both boys gasped and moaned, and Franklin fell onto his hands over Jeremy. Jeremy felt a little bit of a burn, but the sensation of another boy's actual member snuggled into his butthole was so erotic, he felt like he was flying. He blindly reached up and tugged at Franklin's hair, the older boy staring down at the length of his shaft spearing directly into a third grader's distended butthole. They both froze, each one able to feel the throb of the other's racing heart in their stretched and stiffened body parts, the bird like flutter in Jeremy's anus causing the drum-like throb in Franklin's penis. After a long moment, Franklin looked up at Jeremy and groaned, "Oh my god...J-jeremy...I...I'm gonna cum. If I move at all...I...I'll shoot...c-can I shoot in you? Please let me shoot in you..." Jeremy had never seen a cock shoot, except in porn, but laying on the ground with Franklin slipping little by little deeper into his twitching hole, he would have said yes to anything. He nodded, "O-ok. Do it. It feels so good...so so good." Franklin bowed his head and moaned loudly, and then gave a little thrust forward, causing Jeremy to moan and pull his legs further apart. Both boys were surprised how easily the little passage was accommodating the large member distending its silky wet walls. When Jeremy made no protest, Franklin gave another shove, and realized he was tumbling over the edge of pleasure. He felt his balls draw up tightly as usual, but then the feeling spread further, like his mounting explosion was coiling more of him, his hamstrings and his intestines and his lungs, coiling him up like a spring. It was like a cramp, but it felt wonderful. He moaned Jeremy's name over and over then, and realized he had lost control of his leg and was leaning with his full weight driving his cock into the boy, not slowly, but in quick inches. Jeremy gasped as Franklin suddenly drove his cock deeper into him. He didn't understand what happened next, but he knew that the thick mushroom head inside him ground past several things, and that a sensation inside of him started that was completely unfamiliar. He had had a dry cum before, and he knew the tingling all over the lower half of his body was an immature orgasm overtaking him, but he felt a pressure too, and realized he had been so excited he hadn't peed when he came home. Over the space of two second, three things happened at once. Both Franklin and Jeremy's young bodies were claimed by the most powerful orgasms either of them had ever had, and between the rapid dry pulses of his drycum, Jeremy's bladder began to send strong short spurts of golden urine spraying out to land on the boy's face and chest. Franklin felt Jeremy's hole clamp down on him, and then press out, in rapid alternation, sucking him inside until he was buried to the hilt inside the young boy. His own semen finally erupted from his balls, causing him to spasm as his cock swelled and then began pulsing and jerking violently inside Jeremy, which of course pressed against the little boy's over engorged prostate and his full bladder at the same time, causing him to lose control entirely. Franklin felt at least ten firm shots splatter into the boy's deep innards, and then his rock hard cock continued to twitch inside the boy for at least another minute. Jeremy was surprised to feel the hot liquid urine splatter him, but he had no control, as Franklin collapsed ontop of him, and he realized the boy's cock was throbbing so hard inside him it had made him pee. He felt a little embarrassed, but mostly he felt happier and more excited that he could ever remember feeling. After what seemed like forever, Franklin looked up, and blue eyes met hazel, and for the first time both boys knew they had found another of their own kind. Jeremy broke the silence first, smiling that same shy radiant smile and said, "Hello." Franklin laughed, giving his cock a pulse which made Jeremy gasp, and he said, "Hi." From downstairs the sound of the front door slamming echoed up, and another boy's voice, slightly deeper than Jeremy's sounded, "Mom! Are you home? Did you hire that sex sitter for Jeremy? I got a ton of homework and I don't wanna have to spend all day with my finger in his butt again!"