Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 22:42:06 EDT From: Mousekid17@aol.com Subject: MY GIRLFRIENDS BROTHERS PART 7 MY GIRLFRIENDS BROTHERS PART 7 One of the great things about having so many different brothers in the same family is the variety of not only personalities, but also tastes, opinions, activities liked and disliked, and just the chance to do things with each one on an individual basis. Being that it was the summer of 1996, when I was just going to turn 14, and our family was still in the "thinking" stages of moving from California, it was my chance to do a lot of things during this time before we actually did move. This meant that a LOT of my personal time was spent with my friends, and since I had nine friends already in one family, why not spend as much time as I could with them? So it was that either I was over their house or they were over my house. And since it was a lot easier for one person to sleep over instead of having 9 peeps sleep over, it was mostly decided that I would sleep over their house most of the time. Except for those times when there just going to be a one on one sleep over, then it was decided that that sleep over would be spent at my house. So a lot of summer nights I found myself either sleeping over the boys house, sharing a bunk bed with one of them, or we as a group found our way outside sharing out time and sleeping space in the great out doors under the stars. One of our favorite activities, sleeping out doors, was to dig a real small but deep pit in the back yard, put some charcoal in this pit and light it up, which made a short fire but as the flames burned down, a terrific marshmallow roasting pit. And a lot of times we would get coat hangers and spear a hot dog on the end of it and have a weenie roast. Ok ok calm down, I didn't mean THAT kind of weenie roast!! And of course, what's a little weenie roast and marshmallow roast in the great out doors without a ghost story? And since I was the oldest it was usually up to me to start off with a "somewhat" true but well embellished ghost story. And since we had 2 or sometimes 3 of the young boys out in the back with us, they always somehow found a way to encamp themselves around me. Or very close to me. Or in some cases right into my lap!! And so it was the case of 9-year-old Richard. Richard was the cutest of any 9-year-old kid you would ever want to meet. He stood all of 4 foot and dang was about 60 pounds of pure boy. His dirty blond hair was always a mess, but that was because Richard was always involved in some type of activity that always seemed to involved getting his hair messed up...wrestling, rolling around in the grass, crawling thru make believe tunnels, etc. His blue eyes sparkled with every blink or wink he gave to you. And he had all of about 7 or 8 freckles just on the bridge of his nose. Not very noticeable from a distance, but as you studied his face, you would be able to actually count each one. And his teeth seem to really stand out as he smiled and with the tan of his face and the outline of his moist lips, the white of his pearls made it that much more brilliant. But, one thing that was always getting to Richard was the dark. Even though he was one tough little kid, the dark always held that scariness and foreboding to Richard. He would not be able to walk into any room without a light being turned on first. If the light in the bathroom was turned off, and Richard had to take a piss, he would either wait till someone else went into the bathroom ahead of him and prayed that the light be left on, or he would simply wait until he had a chance to pee either in the kitchen sink or maybe even from the front porch, because the front porch light was always on. Lucky for Richard a lot of times he would go into pee with one of his brothers. Lucky for me a lot of times Richard would come into pee when I would come into the bathroom. And so it was that no one ever said anything negative or disapproved of Richard coming into the bathroom during those times that I would hold my pee and hold my pee and finally get forced to head to the bathroom with Richard in tow. So it was during one of these times that I had a chance to "establish" a comfort zone between Richard and myself when it came to exposing our "manhood" to each other. Two things Richard did when he came in to take a pee. One is he would always stand very close to you. In fact so close that most times his arm would be touching your arm. Two, as Richard prepared to take his pee, he had a ritual of getting ready. First he would pull up his shirt, exposing his little boy stomach and part of his chest. As he leaned his head forward, thus allowing his chin to lock the shirt in place against his chest, he would then unbuckle his pants and let them drop completely to the floor, followed by his underwear, which also was dragged completely to the floor. Standing next to a near nude boy with his favorite parts showing off to me, it usually resulted in me rushing my piss because 9 times out of 10 I would wind up getting excited by the whole premise and end up with a very hard dick. One night while we were in the process of pissing, Richard noticed my hard on and asked me why my dick did that every time we pee. Not sure of what Richard knew of erections or if he knew anything at all, I just shrugged and said I dunno it does that a lot. Richard seemed to accept that answer with a shrug and an ohhhh in response. Looking over at his dick as he was beginning to pee, I had asked Richard if his ever got hard too. "Sometimes. But mostly when I'm in bed at night." He answered with all sincerity. And so he continued to pee as I continued to stare at his boy dick. It was a good size for his age. As I said many times before, the boys all seem to share the one big trait among them...all seem to have a big dick for their age. Richard was no exception. For being 7 years of age I was expecting maybe a dick that was barely hanging much less really showing. But Richard had a nice hang to his soft dick. I would say that it was just a little longer than my little finger, which would have made it about 2.5 inches long. The head of his dick was rather big in comparison to the shaft. The skin was very light in contrast to the rest of his tan body. And his balls were just a few marbles that seem to move around an awful lot as his sack was warm and soft and had a nice "limpness" about it. All in all a VERY nice site and one which always made me hard. So this night was no exception. Our plans were that we would have a quick campout in the back yard and then after that the scary stories would begin and the whole night would end with all of us boys climbing into the tent for a nice relaxed night of sleep. As Richard and I took our piss, he made an effort to make sure that I would be sleeping with him and that during the stories he would be able to sit next to me and not let Stephen or Raymond hog me all night long. I was sure that Raymond would be ok with that arrangement, but I am also sure that Stephen would at least share me by being on my other side as opposed to not being near me at all. So there we were with all the boys sitting around the "campfire" as we roasted our marshmallows and ate them in a hurry, as we were all telling our stories. After mine was finished, So while the other boys were beginning to tell their tales of horror, Richard took it upon himself to climb into my lap and wrap my two arms around his body as if this very closeness was going to protect him from any harm at all. As my arms were locked around the torso of Richard, it was my hands that found their favorite hiding spot. Richard's lap!! As my mind realized where my hands were, my dick begin to get the message that the mind was sending to it, and in response I begin to feel my dick get hard. And so I sat, on the ground, legs crossed and 60 pounds of pure boy right in the middle of my lap while my little 5-inch hard on was pressing its way up. For close to an hour and 8 different stories I was being tortured like this. FINALLY...the boys dad opens the back door and says we best get in the tent and call it a night. Not all of the boys had sleeping bags. In fact not one of them owned one. So it was more of each boy either had his favorite blanket or a "pallet" of blankets and quilts were laid out on the floor of the tent and each boy took a spot and claimed it as theirs. Being one who liked the fresh air more than anything, and I really was not into sleeping IN tents I always took the area by the open flap which served as a window OR right in front of the entrance flaps. Since Richard was my sleeping mate for the night, I would not be able to convince him that sleeping next to the opening was the best place. I mean, after all, if the chicken man came to take them, where was the best place to get OUT of the tent. But then Richard, ever the thinker, said in return: "If the chicken man came to get us, where was the best place for him to get INTO the tent?" Check mate! So it was the window flap that I finally claimed as my own spot and climbed under the covers after removing my shirt, socks, and pants and just keeping my boxers on. Following my lead Richard also took off his shirt, socks, and pants and climbed in beside me, and snuggling as close as possible, drifted off to sleep. So here I am an hour later, 9 snoring boys who moved, poked, kicked and made weird noises and I was still wide awake. But it wasn't because of that. It was because I had a 7-year-old boy in only underwear lying next to me and I had a major bone that just would not quit. Slowing bringing up right hand up and over and under the blankets, it was pure bliss and wild relief as I felt my fingers wrap themselves around my throbbing member to give it some relief. As I was doing the up and down motions on my dick, very very slowly I might add, it was with a great start and it actually scared me when I heard someone whisper my name. "Tony." Silence. "Tony. It happened." "Huh?" I answered in confusion. My bedmate then rolls around and faces me and kinda leans in and over and whispers to my face... "Its hard. My dick is hard, like yours gets when you pee." Do I hear trumpets? Is that a chorus singing Hallelujah? Or was all this just a dream? Moving so that I was now lying on my left side, I take my right hand and putting it over the shoulder of Richard I pull him closer to me and say really? "Are you sure its hard?" Lol now WHAT kinda question is that? Wait till you see what I was doing to find out...dang I am so evil!!!! "Yeah I'm sure it's hard. Its big and hard just like yours gets when you pee. You wanna see?" Words of joy to my ears!!!! "Well, it's kinda hard to see in the dark Richard." I replied in a whisper. "Oh. Ummmm well, how can I show you then?" he asked in confusion. "I know! I'll just reach in and feel it that way I will know its hard." Am I such a brilliant boy or what? Taking my right hand off Richards shoulder, I tucked it under our blankets covering us and did my exploration of Richards's body. Letting my fingers start on Richards chest, I slowly let it wander around his chest and down to his stomach and finally to the band of his Hanes undies. Giggling the entire time as my hand did its wandering, I leaned closer to Richard and whispered for him to shush or he might wake up the other boys. Without asking, I simply slid my hand under the band and sure enough the boy was right. His dick was hard. And what a hard one. It felt as if I was holding my two fingers together, it felt that thick. And if I had to estimate the length, I would say it was a good 4 inches...just and inch shy of my own hard on, and he's ONLY 7 years old!!! "Wow Richard. Yours feels about as hard as mine does." I said in a low voice. "Your hard too? Do you hafta pee Tony?" Richard asked as he moved back just a few inches, not sure if he's afraid I will piss or just making room for my hand to go even deeper into his undies looking for his soft and pliable balls, which my hand was now doing. Catching my breath as I gasped, I felt Richards's hand now exploring my chest and stomach and next thing his hand is wrapped around my very hard and very throbbing dick in my boxers. What a dude!!! He didn't even ask for permission. He just heard I was hard and just had to feel for himself. Is this kid kewl or what? So there we were, lying facing each other and each of us has our hands wrapped around the others hardness. Stroking slow and taking our time, we each explored every inch of our dicks and down to our balls. Richard whispered a few questions about my hair and my being "so big" as he put it, but wow did he not realize how big he really was himself. It went on for about another 20 mins and it was me who finally broke away first. Not that this stopped Richard as his hand was still on my dick and still stroking and rubbing me as I moved to get a little more comfortable. "Wanna feel something neat?" I asked. "Yeah ok" Richard answered. Pulling Richard close to me, I lined up my bone against Richard's bone and just thrust forward a few times. After getting our position, I continued to hump against Richard and his bone and it was about 45 seconds that Richard humped back in response to my continued humping. "Feels neat huh?" I asked Richard as he kept breathing deeper and deeper in my face. "Uh huh." was all I was able to get out or Richard. As my precum found its way out of my head, it was smeared onto Richard's dick, which in turn was smeared back onto my dick and became very good lubrication between our two throbbing hard on's. As I humped a little faster and with more force, Richard in turn responded even harder and even moaned a few times as our dicks slide off each other's and hit our pubic area. As Richards dick rubbed on my pubes, he groaned at first, and as soon as my hand reached down and placed his slick dick back against my own, he moaned his appreciation as our dick-to-dick battle continued. Moving onto my back and dragging Richard with me, he was now completely on top of me and his up and down motions seemed to increase to a faster rhythm once we moved to this new position. He was a pure human piston, just humping his mid section up and down with such force that it was nearing me to my own climax. Wrapping my arms around the body of my little pump machine, I held Richard close to me as I whispered in his ear not to stop. As if he knew I was close to spurting my teen juice between us, Richard humped even harder and faster and as I then locked my legs around the legs of Richard, I knew it was only seconds for my blast off to messy messy land. Just before my dick head expanded to the bursting point, Richard let out a moan so loud that three of the boys moved around in there sleep as if disturbed with something. During the impending spurting of my own load, it was at this time that Richard actually had his own dry orgasm begin its implosion in his own dick and balls on his 7 year old body. My dick could take no more sensation, and as Richard continued his humping on my dick, my own body arched itself up and as I spewed out my own life force, I hugged and locked my arms and legs around Richard so tight, I honestly don't think he even noticed as he continued in his own bliss of pleasure. It seemed like it lasted for hours. Both our bodies were covered with sweat and cum. We were both breathing as if we ran 25 miles trying to get away from that chicken man that I am sure was out there lurking for us. Richard completely collapsed on me as my legs now unlocked themselves and layed out straight again. But I still held Richard close to me. My arms around his back with my hands both slowing moving up and down his back as I wound down from my own pleasure. No sooner had we stopped humping that I felt Richard relax and the next thing I know, Richard is breathing in a steady hum and I honestly think he was asleep. "Richard." I whispered. No answer. Dang, the kid climaxes and hes immediately asleep. How kick ass kewl. I let Richard sleep as he continues to lie on top of me. But what's so nice about it all is even though I had spent my cum out of my balls, my dick was still hard. What's even better is Richard's dick was still hard too. Man I really love this camping out stuff. Fresh air. Bright stars. Cool nights. And hot little 7 year old dicks so hard just wanting to be licked and sucked. And that's exactly what I did to wake Richard up before everyone else was awake. But I guess I cant tell that story just yet. I mean I have two more brothers to get too!!! Am I evil or what? Huh? Prick tease you say? Guess you just gotta read the rest of the stories don't ya? Wow...we get Paul, all 6 years old, naked and jacking with me in the next chapter.