Subject: STORY: Gay 086, 1 of 1: Kid Stuff From: Warren Williams Date: Tue, 23 Mar 93 02:37:46 +1300 Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand This is an automatic story posting; five stories are posted each day. Sometimes a non-gay story may slip through -- I haven't checked all files. I didn't write any of these, authors names are listed if known. Sorry, but I can't e-mail out stories because of New Zealand e-mail charges -- but can repost if too many people miss a story. File: gay086 (part 1 of 1) ZipN: kidstuff.txt (filename from zip file) Name: Kid Stuff -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 8< cut here 8< -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Subject: STORY: Kid Stuff Date: 7 Mar 92 15:16:14 GMT from Studs BBS (415) 495 - 2929 KID STUFF School was starting in another month. It seemed that summer had only begun and already it was half over. The nights were getting cooler and the leaves had begun to change colour. God, how I hated this time of year! I decided that I'd get out of bed anyway and pulled on my old sweatpants and t-shirt. I grabbed two apples and banged the screen-door on my way out knowing I'd catch shit for it later. My bike was leaning against the garage where I had left it and I hopped on, pedaling furiously to my best friend Phil's place, about a mile away. I took the scenic route as opposed to the new highway. Nobody was up at this time of day and I swerved precariously from one side of the road to the other. Phil's parents were away for the summer and his older brother was left in charge. What a joke! Steve wasn't even there half the time - he dropped in every once in a while to shit, shower and shave and to make sure the house was still standing. His car was in the driveway when I rode up on my bike so I entered the house quietly and as quickly as possible so as not to wake him. I tiptoed into the living room and up the stairs to Phil's room. His brother Steve's room was just across the hall and the door was ajar. I didn't bother knocking on the door - I just opened it and went inside. Phil looked so peaceful lying in his bed with his dark hair disheveled and hiding his smooth face. I watched him for a moment before jumping onto the bed, almost knocking him to the floor. He woke up startled and grabbed me into his strong arms. He outweighed me by about twenty pounds so there was no contest. He wrestled me beneath him and wrapped his blankets tightly around me. He sat on me, pinning me down with a muscular leg on either side of my chest. He smiled down at me and let me struggle and sweat until I was out of breath. He stretched languidly, his firm young body arching back in the warm autumn sun. His knees were holding my head in place and he moved back and forth, subtly inching his bulging crotch toward me. I tried to pull away but the more I protested, the closer he moved. I looked helplessly up at him and he smiled at me, his white shorts jutting out, almost touching me. I gave up the battle and lay there passively as he swayed seductively before me. The physical battle was over but the war that was going on inside of my head had just begun. I had always admired Phil. Not just physically, though he was much stronger than me, but as a brotherly figure. He was always good at sports and if not for him, half the guys that called themselves my friends would never even bother with me. I had a dream once about Phil that had bothered me for a long time. We were on our bikes - actually we were on the same bike and Phil was driving. I was sitting on the crossbar and we were going down a long, treelined hill. I looked down between my legs and saw that we were both naked. There was no crossbar on the bike and I was sitting astraddle Phil's erect penis. My body was pressed back against his and he slid his long, hard cock back and forth between my legs. I awoke from my dream with my cock throbbing and sperm spewing thickly from its swollen head. By the time I was fully awake, my chest and stomach were soaked with my discharge. I picked my pajama bottoms up off the floor and wiped myself off as best I could. I felt so ashamed and confused that I didn't see Phil for two days. When he called, I told him that I was busy and couldn't go out. I thought about my dream as I struggled against him on the bed. I managed to work one arm free and moved it above my head as if to strike him but he jerked forward and grabbed it. His crotch was now firmly nestled against my face and I could smell his sweet, masculine odor. He didn't move at first and I could feel his dick throbbing through the thin material of his shorts. He began rubbing himself back and forth across my face, grinding his long, thick cock against my mouth. My tongue moved forward almost against my will and tested drops of precome that leaked through his jockey shorts. It tasted salty and good and I almost hated myself for liking it and wanting more. I opened my mouth and captured his prickhead, lovingly sucking him through his underwear. His body tensed and his cock began to jerk spasmodically. Sperm oozed through his shorts and dripped into my hungry mouth. I curled my lips around his cockhead and drank my friend's ejaculate. He finally stopped moving above me and his body relaxed. I kept the head of his dick in my mouth, straining the last drops of his load into my eager mouth. His cock softened in my mouth and he moved his hand down to my head and gently stroked my hair. "Geez, I'm really sorry, Larry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to go that far but I was so fuckin' horny." He looked at me licking the last of his load and I smiled at him. "It's ok," I said, "I didn't mind." "Oh yeah, maybe we can try again sometime," he said with a wink. He got out of bed and walked catlike to the bathroom which separated his room from his brother Steve's. I lay back on his bed with my arms behind my head and watched him going about his morning routines. He slicked back his foreskin and stood before the toilet with his legs spread wide. His cock hung freely down and a strong stream of golden urine issued forth. He rubbed his hands over his broad, hairless chest stroking his nipples and making them harden. He finished pissing and shook his cock to get rid of the last drops. He slid his prepuce back into place and stepped back into the bedroom. "What do you want to do today?" he asked, picking his sweatpants off a chair and stepping into them. "I dunno," I answered, "Anything you wanna do is alright with me." We went downstairs to the kitchen and Phil took two bowls from the cupboard. He filled them with dry cereal and put them on the table. He poured milk into the bowls and laid out the sugar bowl and spoons. We sat at the table, with Phil at the head and me just beside him. His leg rubbed against mine under the table and he left it there, pushing it against mine from time to time. Steve came down when we finished breakfast and greeted us with a yawn. His bathrobe sash was loosely tied around his waist. He went to the fridge and as he bent over, his short robe climbed up, exposing the bottom of his ass and low-hanging balls. Phil looked at me smiling and smacked his brother firmly on his bare butt. "Hey bro," he laughed, "If you don't mind, we just ate." Steve jerked upright, banging his head on the fridge door. He rubbed his head with one hand and his reddening asscheek with the other. "Watch it twerp," he said to his younger brother giving him a playful push. His robe had fallen open and I couldn't help but stare at his full cock. He didn't bother covering himself and looked at me tauntingly. His already big cock began to thicken and the foreskin slowly slid back exposing his pink cockhead. "Oh, baby brother, look what you're doing to me. I'll have to go and jerk off now, unless ..." He left the sentence hanging as he glanced slyly back and forth between his brother and me. I felt a huge lump in my throat but it was nothing compared to the lump I had growing in my pants. "He looks interested," Steve said to Phil, motioning towards me. Maybe we can show him how the men do it." Phil looked at me sheepishly as his brother's hardening cock grazed his chin. Phil didn't move away, but moved his head back and forth, stroking his brother's swollen dick with his cheek. "Why don't we go up to my room where we can all get more comfortable," Steve suggested, grabbing a six-pack of beer from the fridge. I was on my feet before he could finish his sentence. Steve was right - I was interested. My cock was leaking and the front of my sweats were moist with my adolescent precome. I moved toward the stairs with Steve and Phil following. A hand caressed my ass as I went toward Steve's room and I thrust out my butt to meet it. "Well, make yourselves at home guys," Steve said as he threw his robe into a corner and laid back on the bed. "I guess you know where everything is," he said, smiling broadly at Phil. He peeled a beer from the pack and snapped open the top. He tossed one to his brother and one to me. "So, Larry, you don't have to be shy with Phil and me" he said, as he rubbed a big hand across his muscular stomach. He lay on the bed, supporting his head with one hand as he caressed himself with the other "Why don't you give him a hand?" he asked his brother. Phil had removed his t-shirt and seemed to be waiting for me to do the same. He came over to where I was standing and his hard cock brushed against mine through our sweatpants. He ran his hands over my chest and stomach - I felt a shock and had trouble breathing. Steve lay smiling on his bed, stroking his big cock as he watched us slowly undressing. Phil stepped out of his sweatpants, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach. He knelt before me and slid my pants down to my feet. He moved me to the bed and sat me down on the edge. He ran his hands up my legs, coming so close to my bobbing dick without quite touching it. Steve lifted a muscular leg and placed it across my chest. I could feel Phil's hot breath on my pulsing penis - his tongue lashed out to catch a hot drop of precome as it formed on my dickhead and slid down the length of my rod. Steve's cock was inches from my face and I moved closer, fascinated by it's fullness. His foreskin was fully retracted and his manly aroma wafted up to my nostrils. I took his full balls in my hand and squeezed gently. He moaned softly and spread his legs further, giving me full access to his genitals and anus. Phil swallowed my prick and extended his tongue to lick at my balls. He teased my puckered hole with a moistened finger, rubbing it back and forth across my tight orifice, dipping gently inside my virgin ass. He grasped my cock below the balls causing it to stand out thickly. He pushed my legs apart and licked the smooth area between my balls and my quivering hole. He pulled my cheeks apart with both hands and probed deep inside with his tongue. I opened my ass to him as he gently sucked my willing hole. I lay back against Steve's leg as he slid further down on the bed, his throbbing dick brushed against my face. I slid my hand up the length of his swollen manhood. This particular part of the male anatomy fascinated me, having been circumcised at birth. I grasped his dick firmly and pulled upwards, licking at the rosebud of skin. There seemed to be so much of it. He guided my hand, working it along the length of his penis, milking his dick and smearing his copious lubricant over my lips. I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin, swirling it around, sucking out the manly fluids. He fed me his prepuce, holding his cock firmly at the base with a big fist. I pursed my lips around his foreskin as he put it into my mouth. I repositioned myself on the bed so that I was kneeling between Steve's outstretched legs. He held my head steady with both hands and began fucking into my mouth. Phil, behind me now, probed my widespread asshole with his fingers and tongue. My young cock had never felt so hard, and jerked upward with each heartbeat. Phil was on his knees behind me and rubbing his hard, wet meat along my asscrack. From time to time he coaxed precome out of his dick, greasing my hole, pushing just the tip of his hot cock into my tight hole. I pushed my ass back against him and the wide head slid into my butthole. I had braced myself to feel pain and when none came I rocked back letting Phil's pulsing member ease into my gut. He reached around to squeeze my balls and smear my precome along the length of my prick. He drove his cock into my wet hole as I took more and more of his brother's fat rod into my throat. Phil held my hips stationary as he pistoned in and out of my gaping hole. I thrust back to meet him, sending his prick deep inside. When he pushed forward he sent Steve's cock deep into my throat. I was being plugged from both ends by my best friend and his big brother and had never been happier. I felt Phil's meat expanding in my ass and reached behind to pull him deeper inside of me. "Oh yeah," I moaned, "Fuck me harder... that's sooooo good. Fuck me ..." Steve's cock was hitting the back of my throat with every upward stroke and my nose nestled into his pubic hair. His balls were tight in their sac and his rod thickened, cutting off my breath and filling my throat. Phil was pressed firmly against my butt and swayed back and forth, sending his hot load into my guts. He touched my cock and I started shooting load after hot load onto the sheets below me. Steve moaned deeply as he arched his hips, ejaculating into my throat. I pulled back to taste his cum on my tongue, pushing Phil's still erupting cock deeper inside of me. I lay down on my side, bringing Phil with me, Steve's softening penis still in my throat. I clenched my hole tightly around Phil's prick as I licked up the last of his brother's load. "Can we try that again?" I asked, "I'm not sure I caught everything ..."