Mike and Me
Chapter 6 -- Things to be Thankful For
I went home from Mike's that day believing once and for all that I really knew what love was. And no, it wasn't just the love of having boy-sex. My feet may have gotten me home, but I felt as if I floated there. I walked into the kitchen where my Mom was talking to one of her friends on the phone and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hi sweetie!" and she kissed me back.
I went into the living room just in time to catch Don and Sam in the midst of one of their bickering sessions. I hated it when they argued, and they seemed to argue quite a bit. In fact, it got worse as they got older. I was in such a great mood from my afternoon with Mike and my brothers were ruining it. I sat down just as the ritual name-calling round started. It always bothered me when they called each other names.
"Asshole!"
"Shithead!"
"Douche bag!"
"Enema juice!"
They were the same old names they'd called each other for months -- maybe years. But something about it this time, maybe it was my great mood, well, it just cracked me up and I started to laugh -- hard. Sam had just gotten in that last jab when I started to laugh and Don was about to counter with something equally disgusting -- as I recall his usual response to being called `enema juice' was `enema juice drinker' or some such. My laughter distracted him before he could counter, by which time the whole exchange had me doubled over in a fit of laughter.
"What?" Don asked.
I couldn't answer -- I couldn't even breathe, let alone speak.
"Yeah, what's so funny?" Sam asked, starting to chuckle himself.
Don started to laugh too and within moments, all three of us had gone off the deep end. When we finally stopped laughing, whatever the two of them had been arguing about was forgotten, or at least totally unimportant and my great mood was saved.
"Okay you three, what's so funny?" my mom asked just as the laugh-fest started to die down.
The three of us looked up at our mom, standing there wearing her apron slightly crooked, her hands on her hips and we burst out laughing again. It was one of those times that she never did find out what we thought was so funny. She joined in the laughter, shook her head and gave up, heading back for the kitchen.
"Don, what are you doing on Friday?" Mom asked him.
"Greasy Bob's working on an old Fairlane and needs my help pulling the engine for a ring job."
"Ring job?" she asked.
Of course, I heard Greasy Bob, thought of that big FAT dick of his and thought Don said `rim job'. Those brief thoughts caused my dick to stir slightly in my pants.
"Yeah, they're rings that go around the top of the pistons. The ones on this are shot to shit and it's blowing oil."
"Oh, I see" she answered flatly.
Even I knew she didn't have a clue.
"Sam, what are you doing on Friday?" she asked.
"Mom, we have a gig Friday night, remember? Over at the rec center? We'll be rehearsing at Gus's most of the day, and then we'll have to set up around 5:00."
I heard him mention Gus and thought of that beautiful uncut dick of his that I so badly wanted to suck on. My dick stiffened a bit more.
"Oh dear, that's right. My goodness" she said.
She glanced at me and I could tell she was in a dilemma. She had to work the day after Thanksgiving and was hoping that at least one of my brothers would be available. Well, that and I overheard part of a conversation she was having with another friend of hers just before we started to eat dinner.
"I was hoping to go over to Mike's on Friday, if it's okay with you" I offered.
"Well, I don't want you wearing out your welcome with his grandparents. I'll see if I can get a sitter for the day."
"Ah c'mon, Mom! They like me, really! I won't wear anything out, I promise!" I whined.
"Well, we'll see!"
"That means no" I mumbled.
"No, that means we'll see" she corrected.
Don managed to make his loosely closed fist over his mouth with his tongue in his cheek blow-job gesture at me without Mom seeing him, but I wasn't amused this time. I helped clear the dishes and then went into the living room, feeling more than just a bit dejected.
"Chad!" my mom called from the dining room.
"Yeah, Mom?" I answered as I got up to go in and see what she wanted.
"Did you know that Mike wasn't going to be home Friday morning?"
"He isn't? No!!" I lied, and pretty convincingly as it turned out.
"No, actually he's going to be over at Danny's -- apparently he's babysitting there for a few hours."
"Oh! Rats!" I said, having no idea how I was going to get out of this unscathed.
She chuckled at my response and explained, "I spoke to Mike's grandmother a little bit ago. She had a suggestion, so I called Danny's mom. It seems they think very highly of Mike and offered to let you go over to their house on Friday while they go out for a few hours. Then you can go back over to Mike's and just spend the night there. Mike's grandmother said she'd have tons of leftovers from their Thanksgiving dinner and it would make Mike's grandfather happy if there was someone else there to help eat them up a little quicker. And I want you home no later than 5:00 on Saturday, okay mister?"
I didn't know whether to shit or go blind, I was so excited. It actually took me a few moments to register everything I had just heard to make sure I heard her right. Of course, the smile on her face assured me that I had indeed heard correctly.
"Okay! Thanks Mom!" I squealed, throwing my arms around her and giving her a big hug.
I could hardly wait to tell Mike the next morning. I wasn't sure if his grandma would tell him or not. Don apparently overheard enough of the conversation and made his obscene blow-job gesture at me again. I glanced around, making sure Mom hadn't come into the living room yet, held both loosely closed fists up to my mouth, moving them alternately toward and away from my mouth, sticking my tongue in one cheek and then the other, indicating that I'd be sucking two dicks at once. He just laughed and shook his head.
We settled in to watch a little TV, usually it was the Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday nights and then my mom always liked Jimmy Stewart.
"Chad, time to get your bath and get ready for bed" my mom said during the first commercial break.
"But Mom! I took a shower this morning, remember?" I cried.
"C'mere!" she said, motioning me to her with her index finger.
I got up and went over to where she was sitting on the couch and she pulled my head down toward her and sniffed my hair. In fact, I'd taken a shower at Mike's not long before I came home, in addition to the shower I'd taken that morning.
"Okay, okay, I guess you don't need another bath, but I want you in bed by 9:00" she said.
"Thanks Mom!" I said as I took my seat again.
When 9:00 came around, I got up and went straight upstairs. I stripped off everything but my briefs, and then went in and took a piss and brushed my teeth. I crawled into bed and lay awake for a bit, my young mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, thoughts of seeing Gus's uncut dick earlier that day, thoughts of the gangbang I'd had the night before. I thought about having spent the night with Mike and Danny the previous night. It thought about the incredibly passionate afternoon I spent with Mike that day. I thought about the upcoming week, and the long weekend. And then suddenly a thought entered my mind that nearly made me cum in my underwear. I was going to be at Danny's that coming Friday morning -- with his little brothers there -- in particular Tim! Did this mean I was finally going to get to suck Tim's dick -- um, I mean teach Tim how to suck Danny's dick? I shucked off my briefs and got my boner between my thumb and forefinger and started to stroke. I knew this wasn't going to take very long at all. In fact, I already started to calculate that if I hurried, I might be able to cum twice before Don came up to bed. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what Tim's dick would look like, what he'd smell like, especially down there. I wondered if I'd get to lick his -- and then I heard one of the steps creak. I froze instantly. Another step creaked. Had I closed the door at the bottom of the steps? I squeaked so loudly that it was always a signal that someone might be coming upstairs. A third step creaked and I tried to remember how many steps one had to climb before they started to make noise. I quickly reached over the side of my bed to grab my underwear when my Don poked his head inside my room.
"Caughtcha!" he said softly.
"Fuck!" I whispered.
Don chuckled and stepped inside my room and said "Maybe some other time. I'm a little tired tonight."
"Blow job?" I offered with a smile
Don chuckled again and his jeans dropped to the floor. Moments later, he was half-laying across my bed as I sucked up and down on his big hard teen cock, repeatedly burying my nose in his musky pubes. He made it clear that he just wanted a quick suck-off, so that's what I gave him. Less than five minutes later, he grunted softly, grabbed the back of my head with one hand and thrust his hips up into my face and blew a big hot load of his cum into my very grateful mouth. After his dick stopped pumping in my mouth, I pulled my mouth off his cock and swallowed his seed, and then gave his cock a long, firm stroke, squeezing still more jizz from his cock, which I hungrily licked up. He lay there for a few more moments, obviously spent and then finally sat up and looked at me.
"Thanks!" we both said at the same time.
He laughed and tousled my hair.
"Night Chad!"
"Night Don!"
And with that he pulled his briefs back up, gathered his shirt and jeans and went to bed himself. I settled in for the wank I started before Don came upstairs, and it was even better, now that I had the taste of fresh cum in my mouth. I did cum twice before finally falling asleep, forgetting to put my underwear back on. I woke up the next morning in my usual way -- naked and hard, and having to take a wicked piss. I stretched my naked young body and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up. I tugged at my piss-filled boner a couple times, giving a squeeze to keep myself from pissing all over my bedroom and then got up and walked into the bathroom, my dick leading the way, arriving just milliseconds ahead of the rest of me. I somehow managed to get my dick to soften just enough to piss standing up. When I was done, my dick firmed up again instantly and I decided to visit Don in his bedroom. Unfortunately when my hard little dick and I arrived, he was gone, apparently he'd gotten up well before me. I washed up and brushed my teeth and went back to my bedroom to get dressed. Just as I got downstairs, Don was leaving for school and Sam was already in Don's car, blowing the horn.
"Knock it off, dipshit!" Don yelled out the door, which prompted Sam to hit the horn yet again.
I shoved a bowl of cereal down my neck, drank the sweetened cereal milk in one or two gulps and then rinsed out my bowl and spoon. I gave my mom a peck on the cheek.
"Bye Mom!"
"Bye sweetie! Have a good day!"
"Thanks! You too!"
I grabbed my coat and books and flew out the door. I met a grinning Mike at the end of his driveway.
"Hey man!"
"Hey Mike!"
I wanted to reach up and give him a deep kiss and I suspected he had a similar notion. Thankfully, for the sake of our reputations, we resisted and started our walk to school.
"Oh yeah man, it's all set. I'm coming over Friday morning and then we'll go over to Danny's until their folks get back and then I'll be back over here to spend the night." I said excitedly.
"Cool man! And yeah, Gran told me this morning!"
"I can't wait already, man!"
"Yeah, me neither! Oh hey, don't forget man, I gotta go over to Danny's after school today and Wednesday. I don't think I'll have to tutor him much more after that though."
"Okay man! But like I can come over tomorrow after school, right?"
"You'd better!" he said back with a chuckle.
We walked to school a slightly different way that day. Usually, we walked to the end of the block where Mike lived, crossed the street and then turned left and crossed his street and then walked up to the next block, crossed that street and turned right, crossing several more streets until we got to the school. This time, we walked one block more before making that left turn and walked right past Bobby's house. I don't know why we did that, and I never asked. We didn't see Bobby, he was either already on his way to school or hadn't come out of his house yet. But it was strange that Mike would walk us that way. Of course, it was Bobby's big mouth that I credit with getting Mike and I together. If it hadn't been for his (incorrect at the time) assumptions about Mike and I having sex and trying to call Mike out on it, I don't know if Mike and I would have ever done anything sexual with each other. In fact, I'm not even sure if Mike knew that Bobby lived there. We got to school and went right up to our classroom and I followed Mike through the door.
As had become customary by then, when Mr. Varsen saw big Mike enter the classroom, he said, "Good morning, Mike" and then immediately said "and good morning Chad!" even before he was able to see me.
There were some giggles from the rest of the class and sure enough, Bobby was already in his seat. Bobby looked up and gave me a grin and an almost imperceptible wink. I smiled and just nodded back in his direction, wondering what all that was about. The school day went along like many others back then. We did have Physical Education that day -- or simply `Gym' as we called it then. Mr. Varsen led the class as usual and afterward told us to `hit the showers'. Most of us didn't shower -- simply because most 11 year old boys, and even some 12 year olds can get away without showering afterward. But there were a few bigger kids -- Mike being the biggest of them -- that did shower. I caught Bobby trying to steal glances at Mike's naked body and fully understood why. Mike was pretty stunning to look at, even with his clothes on -- but naked, he was like a god to most of rest of us. Bobby caught me catching him in the act and blushed a nice rosy red. I just grinned and finished getting dressed. Mike's sense of control over his own body in the locker room was admirable. How he managed to keep from getting a full-on boner in a room full of naked to half-naked 11 and 12 year old boys is beyond me. It's a primary reason I didn't take a shower that year. I reluctantly left Mike at his driveway as he was tutoring Danny with his theology that day. I started to round the corner across the street from my house where a curved stand of hedges curved with the edge of the sidewalk. Overall, it was about 10 feet in length, about 4 feet high. It must have been some sort of evergreen as there was still foliage on it, well after all the trees had lost their leaves. Just as I came up on the hedges, a snarling monster jumped out and threatened to attack me.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed in terror in my best, completely natural girly-boy scream.
I suddenly recognized the snarling monster as Bobby. Bobby was about five months older than I and we'd known each other since before we started Kindergarten. I started sucking his dick when I was six years old, and I started sucking him `off' when I was barely nine years old. Now, before you go crazy trying to figure out that he would have been barely 9 ½ years old then, what I mean is that's when I started sucking him until to an orgasm. And anyone who says a 9 year old boy can't have an orgasm obviously didn't play with himself enough at that age. No, we didn't understand all the mechanics and the biology of it all then, but it felt really good, and that is all we cared about. By this time though, Bobby had been squirting cum -- albeit a small amount of thin boy-juice -- for several months and I'd been the happy recipient of a lot of what his boy-nuts produced. It'd been a few weeks since we'd seen each other, at least outside of school. Bobby laughed hard right away and put his arm around my shoulders, still half-doubled over. I inhaled deeply and my nostrils flared. My dick instantly got hard in my pants. Bobby had a certain smell to him. I learned very early on that his smell turned me on. Even as a Kindergartner, the way he smelled made my little boy-dick bone up. I didn't even connect the two circumstances until after I started sucking him a couple years later.
"Asshole!" I called him, starting to chuckle at myself.
"You wanna lick my what?" he asked softly, turning his head to speak into my ear.
"Asshole." I said back with a giggle.
Bobby laughed again and we crossed the street with his arm around my shoulders the whole way.
"So, why aren't you home?" I asked as we went into my house.
"My mom locked us out again. Must have another one of her headaches, I guess." he answered, as if there was nothing wrong with a mother locking her school-age children out of the house.
"Where's Davey?" I asked, thinking about his (CUTE!) younger brother.
"Over at Eric's."
Eric was Davey's super-cute little friend from Davey's 5th grade CHAP class. CHAP class, which is what we knew it to be, was some sort of advanced learning class for really smart kids. I never knew what CHAP stood for, just that the kids in that class were some sort of geniuses. Oh, did I mention that Eric was super-cute? And oh yeah, he had light blond hair. But never mind that. For now... I checked the notes on the dining room table. Casserole in the oven, oven timer was on, Sam was rehearsing a band-mate's house until 5:00, and Don was going to be at Greasy Bob's garage until about 5:30. I glanced at the clock; it was almost 3:30. We had a good hour and a half since Sam rarely got home on time.
"Okay. C'mon, let's go upstairs."
When we got up to my bedroom, I put my books on my desk and took my shirt off. Bobby put his books down next to mine and as soon as I got my shirt off, he pushed me down onto my bed and pounced on top of my chest, easily pinning my arms to the bed.
"Now, let's see..." he said, "what was it you said you wanted to lick?"
"Asshole!" I said, half answering him, half calling him that.
"Man, that didn't sound very sincere. I think you need to tell me more clearly just what you want to lick."
"I want to lick your ass. I want to get my tongue so deep into your ass that I can taste what you had for lunch." I said in as sincerely as I could.
Bobby burst out laughing and said "Okay, that's fuckin' gross, man!"
I giggled and nodded my head, then looked up at him and said "So, you gonna let me?"
"You know it!"
Bobby got up off me and within seconds, we were both as naked as the day we were born. Moments later, Bobby was squatting down over my face, my small hands on both of his smooth bubbled boy-butt cheeks, my tongue hungrily lapping at his sweet hole. By that point in my life, I had already licked more boy/teen buttholes than I could count on both hands. Of all of them, Bobby's was indisputably the best-tasting. A big part of my reasoning on that is because of his smell, the one that could make me bone up completely within three heartbeats whenever I was downwind from him. I can't really describe the smell he had, other than it was almost intoxicating to me, and that it was most potent between his legs.
"Uh man! I love it when you do this!" he moaned softly.
"Mmm-hmm!" was my non-verbal response.
My dick pulsed with my beating heart as I slathered my tongue over his ass and crotch and I was leaking precum at a steady rate. A few minutes later, he was on his back, his lower back was propped up on my legs which were folded under me. My hands held his legs up just under his knees and my head was leaned down between them, eagerly licking his ass, crotch and balls.
"Uh yeah, man! I think you love lickin' me as much as I love it when you do it!" he said softly.
"Mmm-more" I moaned.
Just then, he jerked his legs loose and they both shot out on either side of me.
"Suck me! Quick!"
I leaned down and instantly got his throbbing boy-bone in my mouth, easily sucking it to the root.
"Uhhh fuck yeah!"
"Mmm!" I hummed with my nose buried in the nice little patch of jet-black, kinky-curly pubes that literally reeked with `Bobby-smell'. I instantly came from simply breathing it in, squirting my little boy juice onto my stomach, completely untouched. Through the haze of my own orgasm, I pulled my mouth upward about halfway on his pulsating dick and that's when the steely-hard 4 ½ inch tube of boy-flesh expanding to its fullest and erupted. Three hearty squirts of his boy-cream showered the inside of my gullet. His dick kept pumping in my mouth after that, but it was all for show. He started to squirm around under me as his dick got hypersensitive and I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his dick and looked down at it. Glistening with my spit, it was roughly a half-inch longer than mine, and slightly thicker. I savored the flavor of his young boy-cum for a moment.
"Wow!" he said after several long moments.
"Yeah, that was cool!"
He rose up onto his elbows, looked at my stomach, pointed and asked "What's that?"
"Huh?" I looked down to where he was pointing and said "Oh, uh, I came."
"You were jackin' off while you were suckin' me?"
"Nope, wasn't even touchin' it. Happened all by itself when I went down on ya, man."
"No shit! Cool!"
I noticed that his dick seemed to quickly deflate and I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. Bobby was the first boy of my age that pissed in my mouth. That started more than two years ago. Since then, I'd guess that he pissed in my mouth nearly as much as he'd pissed anywhere else. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but there was rarely a time over the past two-plus years that we'd been together that he didn't manage to get his dick into my mouth just to relieve himself.
"You gotta pee?" I asked shyly.
"And what if I do?"
I could tell what kind of mood he was in. With Bobby, it was usually one of two moods -- either he told me what he wanted, or he expected me to ask him for what I thought he'd want me to do. He wasn't going to tell me to drink his piss this time; he wanted me to ask him if I could have it.
"Well, if you gotta pee, you can pee in my mouth, if you want."
As soon as I said that, I knew I'd said it wrong.
"If I want?" he asked, in a mock-annoyed tone of voice. "Not a question of whether I wanna pee in your mouth, but whether you wanna drink it or not."
I rolled my eyes in defeat and asked "Bobby, if you have to pee, would you pee in my mouth? Please?"
He smiled in victory and got up from my bed, grabbed my protruding boy-boner and dragged me along behind him to the bathroom. Moments later, his warm piss flowed steadily in to my mouth as I swallowed it all. Of all the boys and teens that had pissed in my mouth over the past two-plus years, I think I enjoyed Bobby's the most. Maybe it was the way it tasted. Maybe it was the way Bobby smelled. Probably both. Either way, when he was done pissing, he let me suck him for a few moments as he started to bone up again. He pulled his dick from my mouth with a wet `plop' and stepped back toward the door.
"Um, I'll be right out. I gotta pee too."
"Oh?" He said, glancing around, "then here, use this." and he handed me a glass off the bathroom sink.
"What d'ya want me to do with this?"
"Pee in it, dummy?"
"Why d'ya want me to pee in a glass?"
"Geez! Your mom have any kids that lived? So you can drink it, stupid!"
"You want me to drink my own pee out of a glass?"
"Well yeah, unless you can get your dick in your own mouth."
"That ain't gonna happen anytime soon."
I took the glass, held it up to my half-hard dick and let it loose. About a half minute later, I took the ¾ full glass and raised it to my lips.
"Wait! You didn't ask me yet."
"oh yeah," I said under my breath, "Um, can I drink my pee now?"
"Yeah, but get on your knees first!" he said, with a wicked smile.
I dropped to my knees and tipped the glass to my lips and started drinking it down. I'd tasted my own piss before, but never quite like this. It certainly wasn't anything that I'd normally do on my own, but it wasn't bad either. I mean, piss is basically piss, whether it was mine, Bobby's, Mike's or any one of about a dozen other guys who had used my mouth for a urinal. It was just a whole lot more fun getting it from someone else, I guess. Just as I was about to finish, Bobby tipped the bottom of the glass upward, spilling the last couple of mouthfuls all over my face and chin, which quickly ran down my neck and onto my upper chest.
"Fucker!" I said, putting the glass down.
"What's that? You want me to fuck you now?" he said, laughing as I wiped my own piss off me.
"Asshole!" I called him.
"Well, of course I'll fuck your asshole!" he said as he reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to my feet as I finished wiping off.
"Dick!"
"Geez! Okay man, you can suck my dick some more too!"
I giggled at how he kept twisting my words into various sex acts. A few moments later, we were back in my bedroom. I spent the better part of the next half hour licking virtually every square inch of his naked body from the neck down. Especially when I licked deep into his crotch, I kept looking up at his face. As much of a brat as he could be, he was fucking cute. He had long jet-black wavy hair, perfectly shaped eyebrows that outlined his brown eyes and eyelashes that went from here to infinity. He had a pair of super-kissable soft red lips and a cleft chin. His smooth chest was just starting to show signs of definition, accented perfectly by a couple of deep pink dime-sized nipples. His belly-button was a combination innie/outie -- with a slightly raised ring surrounding a shallow pit. He had always been an active lad, and showed the faint signs of an impending six-pack. From the backside, the cheeks of his butt were slightly bubbled, but not quite like Danny's butt, but perfectly smooth and silky soft. There wasn't a single place on his naked body that didn't seem to ooze with his smell. I finished up his tongue bath by licking and then sucking his perfect circumcised 4 ½ inch boner for a few long moments. I already had the KY and was shoving fingerfuls of it into my cock-starved rectum. A quick slick-up of his wet dick and I sat right down on it and started riding him right away.
"Uh yeah!" he moaned, grabbing my thighs and thrusting up into me as I drove my ass downward.
I rode him for several minutes before he pushed me off of him and rolled me onto my stomach. He started to get on top of my back when I put my hand behind me to tell him to hold up a minute, then quickly shoved a folded pillow under my abdomen.
"Ohh! I like, I like!" he moaned as he lowered himself onto my back, sinking his boner into my tight slick boy-hole.
Moments later, both of us were moaning, grunting, and panting heavily as he went from fucking me like a jackrabbit to fucking me slow and deep. Well, as deep as his 4 ½ inch dick could go, anyway. After about 10 minutes, he lay down on top of my back heavily and put his head next to mine, his mouth close to my ear. I could hear his slightly ragged breathing, as he slowly thrust his hard boy-cock in and out of my ass.
"Haven't done this in a few weeks. Guess Mike's been keepin' ya busy on his dick, huh?" he breathed into my ear.
"Who? What are ya talkin' about?" I said with my stomach firmly lodged in my throat, and Bobby's dick firmly lodged in my ass.
"Oh c'mon, I know you guys are doin' it."
"Are not!" I lied.
"Are too!" he countered, thrusting his dick into me, stabbing my prostate.
"Uhhh! We are not. Look, we're just good friends, okay? Besides, you know the rules, even if we were doin' stuff, I couldn't tell ya about it."
"Yeah, right!" he said, unconvinced. "So, is his dick big?"
"You know as well as I do how big it is. I've seen you checkin' him out in the showers after gym."
"Yeah well, I'm just tryin' to get an idea of how that big dick of his would look in your mouth. Or your ass!" he said, obviously trying to justify why he would be checking Mike out.
"Look, would you just shut up and fuck me already?"
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you anyway, but I don't have to shut up." he said as he rammed his dick down into my ass again, then asked "So, can he cum yet?"
"I'm sure he can, I mean you and I both shoot and he's 13, so..."
"Yeah, and I'll bet you love the taste of it too!"
"Oh! Will you just stop?!?"
And with that, he suddenly stopped fucking me. Oh, his dick was still in my ass, but he stopped moving.
"What's wrong? Why'd ya stop?"
"You told me to, remember?"
"Arrrgh! I meant stop talkin' about Mike! You're givin' me a perpetual soft-on!"
Bobby giggled and said "Okay, okay! You don't have to tell me, I already know!" and then he started pummeling my ass again. He jammed his hand between my body and the pillow I was laying on, found my rock-hard dick and squeezed it. "Perpetual soft-on, huh? Feels pretty stiff to me."
He finally stopped talking, at least about Mike and for several minutes, fucked me without doing much more than simply moaning into my ear from time to time.
"Hey, what are you doin' after school on Wednesday?" he moaned into my ear.
"Dunno, gettin' fucked by you again?" I grunted back.
Bobby chuckled and moaned back "Uhhh, yeah! Anyway, you wanna come over to my house Wednesday? My brother's gonna be there."
My dick instantly flexed under me as I imagined his younger brother Davey, an ultra cute, 10 ½ year old, slightly smaller version of Bobby. He had a similar smell to him, but it wasn't quite the same as Bobby's. I'd sucked him countless times before, and particularly loved watching Davey suck his older brother's dick. Davey had sucked me a few times, but always at the behest of his brother. And I had seen Bobby fuck Davey's super smooth, cute little bubble butt on a number of occasions, and usually wound up with Davey's super-hard boy-dick in my mouth while his brother fucked him. Davey also loved having his sweet little asshole rimmed and I think I was the only one that did it to him. And, of course, I loved rimming him.
"Sure!" I said back, perhaps sounding a bit more eager than I intended.
"Cool!" he grunted as he thrust his cock into my ass.
It wasn't much longer before Bobby grabbed my hips, pulled me upward onto my knees and really pounded his big boy-dick into my ass, hammering away at me and then grunted like an animal and had a thunderous orgasm inside me. If he shot anything into my ass at all, it wasn't much, but hell, he wasn't quite 12 years old yet. He slumped over my back as I lay back onto my stomach, his dick still hard, still in my ass and put his mouth next to my ear. His breaths were shallow and the warmth of it stiffened my dick under me. It took him a minute or so to catch his breath.
"Man, I'd really love to watch Mike fuck your ass!"
"Man, would you just give it up already? Look, if you're so convinced that Mike and me are doin' stuff, why don't you ask him if you can watch sometime, huh?
"Maybe I'll just do that!" he said, "So, you're comin' over on Wednesday?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Cool!"
With that, he pulled his half-hard dick out of my ass and sat back. I rose up and he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me around and pushed my head toward his slippery dick. I quickly licked and suck his dick and balls until all the traces of KY were gone. We got up, got dressed and Bobby left. I washed up, checked to make sure dinner was actually cooking in the oven and then went back upstairs to do my homework. There wasn't much to do, so I was done in pretty short order. I took my books downstairs and watched a little TV. Before long Sam came in and went straight to his room. I could hear him playing something on his piano and had to turn the volume on the TV up slightly. (This meant physically getting up, walking to the TV, twisting the volume knob clockwise, then walking back and sitting back down again.) Only then had I realized that Sam had actually gotten home on time -- more or less. It was just a few minutes after 5:00 when he came in. A few minutes later, Don's car rumbled into the driveway and shut off. I glanced at the clock and, in my perpetually horny young mind, calculated that I could give Don a good 20 minute blow-job and still have a few minutes to clean up before our Mom got home.
"Hey Squirt!"
"Hey Don!"
He stopped next to the chair I was sitting in and tousled my hair and when he did, I reached up and groped the front of his bulging jeans. He jerked away in surprise, and chuckled.
"Little fucker!"
"Big fucker!" I retorted.
"Mind if I change the channel?"
"Nah, go ahead."
He went over and changed the channel and then sat down on the couch. I got up and went over and sat right next to him and started groping him lewdly. He chuckled and kept pushing my hands away.
"Chad, not now!" he finally said softly, pushing my hand away again.
"Later then?" I asked, batting my long eyelashes at him.
"Maybe!" he laughed.
"What d'ya mean maybe'?" I whined.
"Okay, okay -- if you're good" he said, trying to sound grown up.
"I'm always good, you know that!" I said with a sly grin and got up.
"Yeah, you are!"
I giggled and sat down in the chair. It sounded like Sam had finally gotten whatever he was working with on his piano to come out right. He repeated it a few times and then the piano playing stopped and he strolled through the living room with a distinct look of accomplishment on his face. He messed up my hair as he walked by and went to the kitchen to open the door to the refrigerator and stuck his face inside. Sam would do shit like that -- stick his head in the fridge and look around for a good minute or so, but rarely got anything out of the fridge to eat. The refrigerator we had then had a latch on the door, the ones with the magnetic seal were out then, we just didn't have one of those yet.
"Sam! Get outta the fridge! Dinner's almost ready!" Don yelled in.
"Fuck you!" came Sam's usual response.
I giggled, mainly because it still cracked me up to hear Sam cuss like that.
Don chuckled too and gave up. Just then our Mom came in and saw Sam with his head in the refrigerator.
"Out of the fridge, Sam! Dinner's almost ready" she called.
"Okay!" he agreed and closed the door.
I looked over at Don "Funny, that's not the same answer he gave you when you told him that."
Don chuckled and said "Yeah, he knows better."
Before long we gathered for dinner, during which I remembered a homework assignment I had forgotten about earlier. As soon as dinner was over, I gathered my books and took off upstairs to my room. I knew it wouldn't take me long and just as I finished up, Don came upstairs. Moments later, I was stark naked, kneeling between his legs on my bed, sucking up and down on his big hard teen cock. It was one of those nice leisurely blow-jobs I really enjoyed giving someone -- with a lot of extracurricular licking and slurping before culminating in a thunderous orgasm.
"Damn man! You're really good at that!" my brother said softly as I nursed a few more drops of his precious cum from his partially deflated cock.
"Thanks!" I said, smacking my lips softly.
We got up and got dressed. He went over to his room and I got my books and took them back downstairs. Don came down a few minutes later and no one was the wiser.
I was unable to keep my mind on anything that was on TV that night, my mind reeling with the fresh memories of having sex with Bobby after school that day, the taste of Don's cum in my mouth, as well as thoughts of having sex with Bobby and Davey on Wednesday and wondering if anything `fun' was going to happen at Danny's on Friday.
I beat off twice before I went to sleep and when I got up the next morning, I was too late to give Don a morning blowjob. So, by the time I saw Mike waiting for me at the end of his driveway, I was horny as hell.
"So, what'd you guys do yesterday after school?" he asked with a grin.
"Who ya talkin' about?" I asked, honestly not knowing what he was talking about.
"You and Bobby, of course!"
"Oh! Uh, how'd you know?"
"I know everything!" he said in a sinister tone.
I laughed and said "Oh, we just did the usual."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you know, first I sucked him off, then I drank both our piss, and then he fucked me."
"You drank your own piss? You mean he held ya over like I do and let ya pee in your face?"
"Um, no -- I peed in a glass and drank it like that."
"Oh!" he said, giggling lightly, "So, did he say anything about me, well, us?"
"Um yeah, well -- he uh, wants to see you do me. But I never admitted to him that you and me do stuff with each other. He was kinda persistent though."
"Oh, he already knows we do stuff."
"I never said anything! How'd he find out?"
Mike didn't respond verbally, he just gave me a Cheshire cat grin.
"Oh! Well, as long as he can keep his mouth shut about us, I guess it's okay."
"Don't worry!" Mike said, balling his hand into a fist, and then he asked "So, what do ya think?"
"'Bout what?"
"You and me doin' it in front of Bobby? Pay attention, man!"
I fake slapped him on the head, much like he did me all the time and said "I don't care if you don't!"
"Really? If so, I'll set it up -- maybe this Saturday."
"Cool!"
I glanced over at the front of his jeans and he seemed to be in a rather pronounced state of arousal.
"Somebody's got a boner!" I said tauntingly.
"Yeah, and it's all your fault. I should bend you over right here and fuck your brains out."
I took a few steps ahead of him and then stopped and bent over, wiggling my butt at him. He just laughed and fake slapped me on the head.
"Alright, let's change the subject. I gotta get rid of this before we get to school."
"Yeah, let's change the subject, good idea! So, who else to you want to let watch you fuck my brains out?" I asked, barely getting the words out before I started giggling.
He laughed too and said "I am so going to fuck you after school tonight!"
"Oh yeah? Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both!" he said, laughing.
We did change the subject after that exchange and his hardon had diminished to the point where it wasn't too obvious by the time we got to the school, and appeared to be going by the time we got into class. I noticed a knowing look that he and Bobby gave each other as Mike passed him on the way to his seat. The school day flew by at warp speed that day and it seemed like the next thing I knew, I was bare-ass naked, kneeling in Mike's shower stall, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his young teen piss, all while he was fucking my mouth with his rock-hard pissing dick, causing some of his piss to squirt out the corners of my mouth, spraying him and getting me pretty-well drenched with it at the same time. After he was done pissing, he kept right on fucking my face, holding my head in place with a fistful of my hair. I had my right hand under his big balls and my left hand cupping his right buttcheek as he pummeled my mouth with his cock and after only a few minutes, he grunted and flooded my mouth with his hot young seed. The instant his cock stopped pumping, he yanked it from my mouth and pulled me abruptly to my feet, pulled my chin upward and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I still had some of his cum in my mouth when he did that, but he took licked it right off my tongue. He handed my piss towel to me and I wiped off his upper thighs, and then dried myself off.
"C'mon! I wanna fuck your brains out now!"
"Are you tryin' to say that my brains are in my ass?" I joked.
"Yeah man, I just fucked your face hard enough to put `em there!" he countered.
We both giggled and he got onto his bed, on his back, smiled at me and said "Service me!"
"Yes master!"
And for the next 15 minutes or so, I did just that -- licking all over his cock, balls, crotch and ass until his dick was hard enough to visually take his pulse with it. For the last few minutes that I was licking his crotch and balls, he had me turned around on the bed and was fingering my ass deeply with his long fingers, nearly bringing me to an orgasm a couple times. He handed the tube of lube to me and I slathered a generous amount all over his big thick cock.
"Sit, boy!" he said, holding his slicked-up cock upward.
"Yes sir!" I said, enthusiastically, adding "Thank you, sir!"
I straddled him quickly and within a matter of seconds, I was wiggling my little butt all the way down on his fuck pole. I started riding him immediately, and right away, he grabbed my thin hips and started humping up into me on my downward strokes. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to fuck my brains out. Not literally, of course, but he spent the next nearly half hour fucking me just about as hard as he could. I came twice, the first time not long after I started riding him. He was thrusting up into me so hard, making my little boner bounce so much that it just erupted, squirting out onto his chest and belly (which I dutifully licked up, of course). The second time was right at the end when I was on all fours and he was fucking me (HARD) doggie-style, and had his big hand wrapped tightly around my dick, using for a fuck-handle (as he called it), using it to pull me back toward him after he pulled back some. I squirted right into his hand and a few moments later, he shot into my ass. We went in and cleaned up right away and he left the bathroom before I did. I joined him maybe a minute later, by which time he was already fully clothed again and sitting on the love seat. I giggled, I suppose because I was still completely naked and he wasn't and he grabbed my hand as I walked toward where I'd thrown my underwear earlier, and pulled me down onto his lap. He started tickling me, making me squirm around in his lap like a live fish on a boat deck. He stopped, letting me catch my breath, then turned me over on his lap, facing up and pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. We hummed simultaneously into each other's mouths and my dick instantly went hard again. He pulled back after nearly a full minute, gave me a quick grin, and then grabbed my little boner and squeezed it.
"Hurry up and get dressed, horndog! You gotta go home soon!"
I squealed in surprise at him grabbing me and then giggled and stood up. He slapped my bare butt sharply and we both giggled again.
I quickly got dressed and he got up and walked over to me and said "We got about three minutes before you gotta leave. What do ya wanna do?"
I smiled up at him and then slowly started to drop to my knees. He started to laugh loudly and then I changed course and stood up on my toes, tilting my head way back and planted my lips on his. Our tongues were wrestling almost before we could get our mouths closed. Again, we hummed into each other's mouths and broke it off a minute or so later. Once again, I floated all the way home.
I checked the notes on the table when I got in the house. Don wouldn't be home until around 6:00, Sam was rehearsing at Gus's house again and would be home between 5:30 and 6:00. Just seeing Gus's name made my dick twitch, thinking about that sweet-looking uncircumcised dick of his. I went in and checked to make sure the oven was on, which it was. I opened the fridge just to look around and saw something strange. The casserole dish was still on the top shelf. The oven had just come on and sure enough, I looked inside and there wasn't anything in the oven. I put the casserole dish in the oven and then checked the note again. Sure enough, my mom had written that the casserole was in the oven and just for me to make sure the oven kicked on. She never did trust that oven timer. I didn't understand why -- it never failed to come on when she set it to, but I guess she was skeptical of what, at the time, was modern technology. I grabbed my books and went upstairs and shot through my home work like a bullet through a watermelon. My mom got home right at 5:30 -- as always and I explained about the casserole dish not being in the oven. She rolled her eyes at herself and hugged me, kissing me on top of the head, thanking me for saving dinner.
Before long Sam showed up, and then Don came in just a little after 6:00 and by then it was time to eat. I kept thinking about going over to Bobby's the next day and fooling around with him and Davey, which kept my dick hard most of the way through dinner. Sometime after dinner, a car rumbled into the driveway and a few moments later, Greasy Bob came in. He gave me a warm smile as he and Don exchanged greetings. He and Don went back out to his car and both of them came back in carrying good-sized boxes.
As they walked through the livingroom, Don said "C'mon squirt!"
"What?" I asked, having no idea what he wanted.
"Come upstairs."
"Uh, okay."
I followed them upstairs and watched as they put the boxes down in the mostly empty space between the two bedrooms. The flaps of the boxes were folded over and Bob opened one while Don opened the other. They started taking stuff out of the boxes and it soon became apparent that it was an HO scale race track and cars, along with everything necessary to make it work. It was in like-new condition and I thought it was a little strange that Bob had brought this stuff over to our house, and figured maybe he was a little old to be playing with toy cars. They finally got everything out of the boxes and it looked like there was enough track to go around the block.
"There's actually enough straight track here to make a scale quarter-mile drag strip." Bob said.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
"Uh, cool!" I said, not really sure what else to say, and then finally I tentatively asked "Um, s'pose maybe I could play with it sometime?"
Bob laughed and said "Well, I should hope so, it's yours!"
"HUH?"
"It's yours! I'm sorta outgrew it and I don't have any little brothers to give it to, so I'm giving it to you."
"HUH? Uh, I mean, ya mean it? For real?"
He laughed again and said "Yeah munchkin, for real!"
"Cool!!" I said, hugging him tightly.
He just laughed and hugged me back.
I gave him a sideways grin and asked softly "So, what do I gotta do for this?" and raised my eyebrows up and down in a seductive manner.
He laughed and said "Nothing, really. Just keep bein' yourself."
"Borrrring!"
They both laughed, and I chuckled too. "Really though, how come you're givin' this to me?"
"Like I said, I'm a little too old to be playin' with toy cars anymore. And you're the closest thing I got to a little brother, so now it's yours." Then he leaned down toward me and said softly, but still loud enough for both Don and me to hear, "Just um, don't tell anyone if I decide to come over and play with it from time to time, okay?"
I giggled and said "Okay, your secret's safe with me." I looked down at the incredible collection of track and cars and just said "Wow! Thanks!" and hugged him again.
He chuckled and tousled my hair, saying "You're welcome, Munchkin!"
I really wanted to suck on that fat dick of his, but the idea of setting up some of this track and testing it out got the better of me. Hey, after all, I was still a kid, ya know! The three of us got busy setting it up, first in a simple figure 8 formation (with an overpass). Within a matter of minutes, we were racing and having a great time. My mom came upstairs to find out what all the commotion was about and saw the race track. I have to explain that even to this day, inside the chest of my dear sweet mom beats the heart of a NASCAR driver. The second car she bought after my dad died was a 1973 Plymouth Roadrunner with a 340 CID engine with a Holley 4-barrel carburetor.
"Is that yours Bob?" she asked.
"Not anymore -- I just gave it to Chad." he answered.
"Oh my! That's too much though. You shouldn't give that to him."
"Yes he should!" I cried out.
Bob laughed and said "Look Mom, this is just collecting dust at my house. I don't have any little brothers or nephews and it's just going to waste. I really don't want it anymore and if I'm going to give it away, I might as well give it to someone who'll get some fun out of it. Really, I want him to have it." And then, in a stroke of brilliance Bob said "I'm sorry, I should have asked you about it first." Bob could be extremely charming when he wanted to be. "So, can he have it? It would mean a lot to me."
My mom looked at him, then looked at me as I gave her my absolute best puppy-dog look and finally said "Well, okay -- since you put it like that." She looked down at me and asked "What do you say, Chad?"
"Thanks Mom!" I said gleefully.
She laughed and said "You should be thanking Bob, not me!"
"Why? He already said I could have it!" I said with a smirk.
They all laughed and Bob said "Don't worry, Mom -- Chad's already thanked me about a dozen times so far."
She chuckled and said "Okay, okay." She glanced at her watch and said "Bedtime at 9:00, don't forget!"
"Aw Mom!" I begged.
"You heard me!" she said with a smile and went back downstairs.
At about 8:45, Don got up and went into the bathroom. When he did, I reached over and grabbed the thick bulge in the front of Bob's jeans and said "So, you gonna let me thank you the right way?"
He chuckled and pushed my hand away and said "Your brother'll be out in a minute!"
"So? It's not like he never saw me suck you before, right?" as I put my hand back on the growing bulge in his pants.
"Well, yeah -- you have a point there." he said.
A few short moments later, I managed to open his jeans and fished that thick piece of prime teen meat from his briefs and had swallowed most of it when my brother came back out of the bathroom.
"Oh!" he said softly as he watched his little brother suck his buddy's fat cock.
Don sat down on the floor next to where I was kneeling between Bob's long outstretched legs and just watched me suck his dick.
"Oh fuck man! You do this so fucking good!" Bob moaned, just above a whisper.
A minute or so later, he put one hand on the back of my head as I felt his cock get even stiffer in my mouth and he moaned and said under his breath "Yeah, suck it! Gonna cum any second now!"
True to his words, he shot a huge load into my mouth a few moments later. I gulped it down and had just enough time to nurse a few more drops from his dick when my mom called upstairs, "Bedtime Chad!"
"Okay Mom!" I called out as I wiped my cummy lips with the back of my hand.
Bob buttoned up and Don fought to get his boner to go down before they went downstairs. An hour and a half or so later, I woke up to Don rubbing his hard leaking dick across my lips. I quickly opened my mouth and sucked him off in what seemed like a couple of minutes.
When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he leaned down and whispered "Man, you looked so hot with Bob's big dick in your mouth!"
"Thanks!" I said, not really knowing what else to say.
He chuckled, said "G'night Squirt!"
"G'night Don!" I said as Don got up and pulled his underwear back on, and then I said "Don?"
"Yeah Squirt?"
"I love you!"
Don leaned down over me, scooping me up into his strong arms and hugged me tightly to him, and said "I love you too, buddy!"
I jacked off and then finally went back to sleep.
My alarm clock roused me from a great dream in which my face was sandwiched between the silky smooth globes of Davey's awesome boy-butt while Bobby's dick slid in and out of my ass. Needless to say, I awoke with a raging boner. But then, I woke up most mornings with a raging boner. I got up and headed for the bathroom, getting halfway there before realizing that I hadn't put my underwear back on the night before. I figured Don was already up by then and proceeded on, wearing nothing more than what I was born with. My dick simply didn't want to cooperate and I soon had to sit down to pee. I barely started to go when I nearly choked on the volume of piss flowing from Don's big half-hard cock in my mouth. Less than a minute later, Don had a firm grip on my head with both of his hands as he thrust his rock-hard cock in and out of my mouth. I had my left hand on one of his flexing ass-cheeks and my right hand cupping his big fuzzy teen balls. Barely a few minutes went by before Don grunted and then flooded my mouth with a fresh hot load of his cum. We quickly washed up, got dressed and went downstairs to breakfast.
I left for school and Mike was approaching the end of his driveway just as I got there. He was wearing a pair of dark green corduroy pants that I had a real love/hate relationship with. I hated them because they made his butt look funky. Or maybe it was chunky, and aside from that, they were a bear to unbutton. I loved them because they accentuated the bulge in the front of his pants. And he knew it. And he knew that I knew it. Of course, I'd be at Bobby's right after school that day, so I wouldn't have to fight with that button on Mike's cords that day.
The school day flew by and Mike walked me as far as Bobby's house. I wasn't sure why Bobby hadn't just walked with us. Mike gave me a `football-style' slap on the butt as I started up the driveway to Bobby's house. I giggled and waved at Mike as I walked around to the back of Bobby's house. Bobby was waiting at the door to let me in and we went up the back stairs to the 2nd floor and went right into the room that he shared with Davey.
"Where's Davey at?" I asked, looking around the room.
"Oh, he's at Eric's house again." Bobby said, trying to sound a bit less nervous than he seemed to be.
Something was odd. Bobby was rarely nervous about anything, unless he was up to no good, or if he was launching some grand scheme.
"Oh, I thought you said he was gonna be here. Guess it's just you and me, huh?" as I removed my shirt, not even noticing that Bobby hadn't even started to remove any of his clothes yet.
"Well, not exactly..." he said, his voice trailing off.
My shirt dropped to the floor by then and I'd started to undo my pants when I heard someone behind me clear his throat. And it was someone with a deep voice. I froze instantly, my hands holding my pants open and looked over my right shoulder, and then looked up -- way up. It was Richard. Richard was Bobby's brother. His older brother. His MUCH older brother -- in fact, there was 9 years between them. Richard was nearly 21 years old by then, home from college. My stomach lodged in my throat and my heart was pounding so hard inside my chest that I was sure everyone could hear it. Richard was tall, well over 6 feet. He was somewhat thin for his height, I suppose, but I guess he had what could be called a runner's body. He was standing there with no shirt on, his broad, muscular chest nicely appointed with a good bit of jet-black hair. There was a trail of hair going from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans, and beyond. Richard was handsome as all fuck. My mouth was watering profusely, but my throat was too parched to make more than a squeak.
"Hi Chad! Gosh, you've grown since I saw you last!" he said, very adult-like.
"Hi Richard!" I squeaked, my hands still frozen in place, holding my pants open.
My face felt hot, like it was changing between about 14 shades of deathly embarrassed.
He chuckled lightly and said "Looks like you were in the middle of taking your pants off. Please, don't let me stop you."
"Huh?" I said as if he'd been speaking French.
"You were taking your pants off?" he said, rhetorically.
"Oh! Um, well yeah, ya see I uh. Um." I stammered, trying to come up with some excuse as to why I was already half naked, and was caught in the process of becoming completely naked.
"Go ahead, take `em off." he prodded.
"Okay" I mumbled in defeat, shoving my pants, but not my underwear, to the floor and stepping out of them.
"Socks and undies too." he said in a soft, yet commanding tone.
I looked over at him and noticed what seemed to be a rather impressive bulge in the front of his jeans. I glanced up at him and Richard just smiled and nodded, then turned to latch the door to Bobby's bedroom, his long pony-tailed hair swinging with his head. Richard had unusually long hair that went to the middle of his back. There had been rumors among the older kids in the neighborhood over the past couple of years that Richard `swung both ways', but I didn't quite understand what it meant at the time. Seconds later, I was standing there completely naked. Bobby was still fully clothed, still with the same shit-eating grin on his (cute!) impish face. I quickly covered my groin area with both hands and it felt like someone was holding a heat lamp to my face. Richard stepped closer to me, and gently grabbed my right forearm, pulling it away from my trembling body. Bobby's room was warm, but I was shivering.
"No need to be shy here." he said softly.
His voice was calming and soothing. He warmly smiled down at me and then put his hand on the back of my neck and gently turned me toward him, pulling me closer. He smelled a little like Bobby, but differently too. He smelled, well, manly. Very manly. He smiled a bit wider.
"Bobby's told me a lot about you, Chad. He says you've got certain `talents'."
I shot Bobby a quick glance that said `Thank you, you betraying little backstabbing bastard' all at once and noticed that he was still fully clothed. I turned my head back just as it brushed Richard's bare chest. Whereas Mike's nipples were at the same level as my mouth when we stood toe to toe, Richard's nipples were a bit higher than that. I felt an added bit of pressure on my neck and realized that Richard was trying to push me to my knees. As usual, my knees completely betrayed me and buckled easily. Moments later, my mouth was at the same level as that big bulge in the front of Richard's jeans.
"Well then, let's see just how good you really are." Richard said, softly. "Go ahead, boy."
Without having to give explicit instructions, my trembling little hands undid the button of his jeans, and then unzipped them. The bulge inside them seemed to be urging his pants to open. I pulled his jeans downward, revealing his tighty-whitey underwear. That was no bulge inside them. It was clearly a ridge -- and a long one at that. Richard's dick seemed to be mostly hard inside his mid-rise briefs, but it went off to his left, nearly reaching his hip. He steadied himself on my thin bare shoulders as I helped him step out of his jeans, and then reached up and grabbed the waistband of his briefs at his hips and pulled them downward. Richard's cock sprung free as soon as the cloth restricting it had been lowered and lightly slapped my face. I giggled in response, my trembling hands holding his briefs as he stepped out of them. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Bobby was quickly stripping his clothes off. My stomach churned, my heart pounded, my pulse raced. I felt like I was about to go into convulsions at any moment. I grabbed Richard's cock at the base and looked at it for the first time. It was easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. I had no idea they could get that big. That trail of hairs from his belly button lead to a thick bush of jet-black curly pubic hair and fanned out at the top of the patch, and then tapered toward the base of his cock. His balls were proportionately huge, each nearly the size of a hen's egg, both neatly nestled in a low-hanging sack that was only sparsely dusted with the same jet-black pubes. It was a magnificent sight to behold. While I never got the chance to measure it, judging by the others I've had and measured, Richard's cock was easily 8 inches in length and a solid 2 inches in diameter, with a slight taper toward the mushroom-shaped head. The tip of it was already wet and I instinctively swiped my tongue over the pee-lips. Richard gasped audibly.
"That's it, lad. You know what to do, don't you." he exhaled.
I opened my mouth and took the head and a bit more of it into my mouth. As soon as my tongue touched the bottom side of his cock, it flexed and a glob of precum oozed onto my tongue. Richard gasped again.
"Oh fuck yeah!" he moaned softly.
I took a bit more of it into my mouth and started sucking on it. My own dick, which had at one point shriveled into next to nothing, was suddenly at full mast. I was sucking a MAN'S dick. Richard ran his fingers through my long brown hair and moaned deeply. Apparently, I was doing pretty good so far. Because of the difference in our height, I was kneeling upright completely just to reach his cock, I shifted a bit, craning my neck upward a bit more, and pulled his cock downward at a little better angle and took a bit more into my mouth. I felt the firm yet spongy head of Richard's cock hit the back of my throat. I'd learned how to deepthroat `big' dicks more than two years ago and had only gotten better at it as I got more practice. (And brother, did I get a LOT of practice!) But Richard's cock was in an entirely different league than anything I'd had in my mouth before. I took a breath and held it and then felt the head of it slip into the back of my throat.
"Oh gawd!" Richard gasped as nearly 6 inches of his cock had disappeared into the mouth of a small 11 year old boy's mouth.
"Good, ain't he?" I heard Bobby ask his big brother as I started sliding my warm wet mouth up and down on Richard's huge cock.
"Man! He's fantastic!" Richard exclaimed.
"Yeah, man!" Bobby agreed.
I knew he was naked and standing nearby. My nose said so. My dick throbbed. Then Bobby said something that nearly made my heart stop.
"I can't wait to see you fuck him!"
"Well, I think I might be a bit too big for that, Bobby!" Richard said, saving me from a very early heart attack.
"Nah, he can take it! I wanna see you fuck `im!"
If my mouth hadn't already been filled up with one of the most intriguing-tasting pieces of cock I'd ever sucked, I would have said `shut the fuck up, Bobby!' I'm not even sure just when we decided to move, but the next thing I knew, I was kneeling on Bobby's bed, between Richard's long hairy legs, sucking up and down on more than half of his huge cock. Bobby was kneeling behind me, trying to get his big stiff boy boner in my ass.
"Bobby! You didn't even ask him if he wants you to do that!" Richard scolded him.
"Okay." Bobby said, then tapped me on the butt and asked "You want me to fuck ya?"
"Mmm-hmm!" I hummed loudly on Richard's massive cock, and then quickly reached back, got hold of Bobby's dick and lined it up with my hole.
A split second later, his dick was fully inside me.
"Damn, man!" Richard exclaimed as his little brother started fucking me right away.
Moments later, as Bobby nailed my little ass, I found myself licking the biggest set of nuts I'd ever seen. Richard spread his legs wider still and I went deeper, lapping at his wide hairy crotch. He smelled and tasted much differently than anyone I'd ever been with before. My dick was harder than I thought it could get. Just then, Bobby slapped one of the cheeks of my butt.
"Lick his ass!"
I pushed Richard's heavy legs upward as best I could and then buried my tongue in his hairy ass. It was the funkiest place my tongue had ever been in to date.
"Ohh fuck, man!" Richard groaned as I expertly rimmed his ass.
He pulled his legs upward a bit more, relieving some of the pressure on my skinny little arms and moaned deeply as I moaned boyishly into his ass. Bobby slapped my other butt cheek.
"Yeah, that's it! Shove your tongue in his ass!"
"Fuck!" Richard said, apparently wondering where his not-quite 12 year old little brother learned to talk that way, and then simply moaned again as I lavished his hairy man hole with my warm wet little tongue.
Some unknown number of minutes later, I grunted as I found myself straddling Richard's body, the head of very-well greased-up dick pressed against my dime-sized pucker. It penetrated the quivering ring with a sudden `pop'. I gasped sharply and Richard clutched at my smooth butt cheeks, holding me firmly in place.
"I'm too big for him!" Richard said, almost panicked, adding "Let's stop this!"
"No! It's cool! Give me a second!" I said, trying to not show my clenched teeth.
Richard started to say something but stopped, simply looking up into my eyes as I started to lower myself down onto his huge man pole. I gradually inched my way downward. I grunted and groaned, as I went, trying to be as inconspicuous as I could. After what seemed a lot longer than the minute or so it really was, I was sitting all the way down on his massive cock, actually wiggling around on it to make sure I had all of it inside me.
"Oh fuck, man! You took it all!" Richard moaned.
I looked him in the eye and for an instant was taken by how manly he looked. Then his huge cock flexed inside my ass and touched something deep inside me in all the right ways. My eyes slammed shut.
"Oh shit!" I muttered and then my entire body quaked on top of him.
My throbbing little boy boner rose up and flexed and pumped out a nice little load of my boy juice, squirting out all over Richard's hairy stomach and chest.
"Far out, man!" Richard moaned as he watched the boy on top of his cock writhe around in the throes of an intense boygasm.
"Cool!" Bobby added, watching me twitch and grunt with his big brother's huge cock buried in my ass.
After my orgasm subsided, I sat there for another minute or so, just letting myself adjust to his size before slowly raising up most of the way. I started to slowly ride Richard's cock. I heard Bobby behind me somewhere, obviously getting a close-up and personal view of his big brother's huge cock sliding in and out of my tight little boy-cunt. It wasn't all that long before I was bouncing up and down on Richard's cock like it was nothing. Bobby stood over his brother, facing me and held my head more or less in place as he shoved his dick in and out of my mouth, while I rode his brother. Several minutes later, I sat down on Richard's cock and stopped, still sucking Bobby's dick.
"You okay, Chad?" Richard asked.
"Mmm-hmm" I hummed on Bobby's dick, pointing to my tired legs.
I heard a light slap on Bobby's butt and then "Bobby, let him talk for a second, huh?"
Bobby pulled his dick out of my mouth and I said "Yeah, my legs are tired though. Maybe we could do it a different way?"
What seemed like only a split second later, I was on my back, my legs held way back as I hungrily lapped at Bobby's sweet ass and felt Richard's huge cock plowing incessantly into my ass. At that angle, Richard's fat cock constantly rubbed my prostate as it slid in and out of me. I could feel my next impending orgasm rising as I slathered Bobby's luscious hole with my tongue. Just as I was approaching the point of no return, Richard changed his angle of attack on my ass ever so slightly, averting my orgasm for the moment. Every so often, the thrust of Richard's huge cock in my ass hit me just right and my dick would jump. Then, Richard's angle changed again and once again, his cock was attacking my boy button. After a couple minutes, I hugged Bobby's sweet ass tighter to my face, trying my best to thrust my own ass against Richard's incessant thrusts and then, completely untouched, my dick rose up all on its own and started to pump. I wildly stabbed my tongue into Bobby's hot hole as my body convulsed and quaked. I felt a few spurts of my boy-cum squirt out on my lower chest and abdomen.
"Holy shit, man! He just came again!" Richard exclaimed.
"Cool, man!" Bobby said, grinding his ass just a bit harder into my face.
A few minutes later, I was on my knees again, sucking up and down on Richard's long thick greasy cock while Bobby's throbbing boy bone rabbit-fucked my ass.
"You sure you want me to cum in your mouth, Chad?" Richard asked softly.
I didn't recall him asking me a previous time, but eagerly hummed "Mmm-hmm!" on his cock.
I cupped his enormous balls into my right hand, or at least what I could get of them into my small hand and sucked him for all I was worth. A few minutes later, my efforts were handsomely rewarded. In my wildest imaginings, I never would have thought that a guy could shoot that much cum at once. My mouth filled completely -- actually overfilled -- on just the first pump of his cock. I swallowed what seemed like a pint of cum from his cock, some of it still leaking out the corners of my mouth.
"Fuck! He swallowed it all!" Richard moaned as I started coaxing and nursing the remnants of his sperm from his still-hard cock. Bobby slammed his cock into my butt one last time before shuddering violently as he came inside me.
We got cleaned up and while we were in the bathroom, Bobby had to show off once more to this big brother.
"Hey Rich! Watch this!" and then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his half hard dick to my mouth.
I opened my mouth just as Bobby started to piss. I caught a good mouthful in mid-air before I closed my lips around it and started swallowing.
"Far out!" Richard said as he watched his younger brother drain his bladder into my mouth.
A couple minutes later, I was drinking from the big hose. Richard took a much longer piss than Bobby did, and I ended up wearing a good bit of it. It seemed as though Richard's dick was getting hard again before he pulled his cock from my mouth, then got dressed and left.
Bobby got dressed as well and as I put my clothes back on, I said softly "Ya know man, I really thought you meant Davey was going to be here."
"Yeah, I know. Rich is home from college, but he goes back after Thanksgiving. I'll have you over again after he leaves when Davey's gonna be here."
"Cool!"
I started to leave and then stopped and turned back toward him.
"Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, it was okay this time, and it worked out good with Mike, but I don't think you should be tellin' other guys about, ya know, stuff I do, okay?"
Bobby gave me that obnoxious (cute!) grin of his as he came over, put his hand on my shoulder and said "Chad, Chad, Chad. You're gonna have to learn to trust me. I won't ever tell anyone that wouldn't be cool with it, alright man?"
"You promise?"
"Don't worry, man!"
"Okay. Oh! Uh, happy Thanksgiving, man!"
"Same to you man. See ya `round."
It was just a little after 4:00 when I got home. I could still taste Richard's cum. I checked the notes on the table and then ran upstairs and started playing with my HO cars. I quickly figured out how the little motors worked, how to make the brushed make better contact with the track, how to change bodies, and everything. I totally lost track of time.
"Chad! Wash up for dinner!"
"Okay Mom!"
`Just as soon as I wipe my ass since ya just scared the shit outta me' I thought to myself. I washed up and went downstairs for dinner. We had leftovers that night, but there'd be a feast the next day. I shoved my dinner down my neck as fast as I could and ran back upstairs to play with the HO cars some more. Don joined me in a little while and we had a great time. A little before 9:00, our mom called upstairs again.
"Almost bedtime, Chad!"
I didn't even get a chance to voice my protest before Don spoke up on my behalf.
"C'mon Mom! It's Thanksgiving tomorrow. Can't he stay up `til 10? Please?"
"Okay, okay! But back to the usual come Sunday!" she called back.
"Thanks Mom!" I called down.
By then, Don and I had laid out enough pieces of straight track to make a scale ¼ mile drag strip. There was barely enough room between one end of his room and the wall on my side to get it hooked up. We found an old pillow and put it at the very end as there wasn't enough room (or track) to make a decent run-off. We started drag racing the dozen or so cars and quickly figured out which ones were the fastest. That hour went by pretty quickly, but it was one of the best times I had with Don (fully clothed) that I could remember.
Don glanced at his watch and said "Okay, time to hit the rack Chad!"
Rather than whine about it, I simply hugged my big brother tightly and said "Okay! G'night Don!"
"G'night Squirt!" he said, tousling my hair.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and within a matter of minutes, I was sound asleep in my bed. I awoke the next morning and could already smell pumpkin pies being baked. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It only took me a moment to realize it was Thanksgiving day. I got up and moseyed into the bathroom to pee, and then washed my face and brushed my teeth. I wandered downstairs, still wearing just my tighty-whitey briefs and found Don and Sam in the living room, both of them still in just their underwear. Our mom was busy in the kitchen and I went out and gave her a hug and got a bowl of cereal. I rinsed my dishes when I was done and joined my brothers in the living room. Within minutes, a pillow fight ensued and the three of us were quickly reduced to a trio of giggling boys. My mom indulged us for several minutes before calling for a truce. We settled down and watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.
In a little while our mom came in and said "Gram will be here soon, boys."
Gram was her mother and the three of us mindlessly acknowledged the announcement and continued watching the parade.
"Okay, I guess she won't mind seeing you three in your underwear, if you don't mind."
The three of us looked at each other and shot to our feet and scampered off to our respective bedrooms to get dressed. A couple hours later, I rode over with Don to pick up our other grandma, our dad's mother. As soon as we got back from picking her up (she didn't drive) I noticed that our mom's stress level seemed to elevate considerably. I didn't realize until years later that not only did my mom not get along very well with her mother-in-law; our two grandmothers didn't get along well with each other. Nonetheless, it turned out to be a pleasant day for all of us. When I got into bed that night, my belly still full from all the feasting, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd gone the whole day without sex. I was so sleepy that I didn't even jack off before drifting off to sleep. The next day would prove to be very different.
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