Rainy Days and Apartment Buildings

      

Peter heard the rain gently tapping against the glass. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a strip of grey between the curtains. It was not surprising. The rain forecast was on the news for several days now. Still, he had hoped with all his twelve-year-old heart that the storm would miss them. He did not want his little league game to be rained-out.

Reluctantly, he looked over at his clock, it was just a little past seven in the morning. Sitting up, he pulled his covers off himself and swung his bare feet out of bed, letting them touch the carpeted floor. From his fifth-story apartment window, he could look down and see that several large puddles were forming in the street below.

Turning away from the window, he moved over to the dresser, pulling off the shirt he slept in and started to dress. His parents had raised him to be neat. He put his pajamas away and made his bed without thinking about it. He grabbed his phone off his nightstand, turning it on and putting it in his pocket as he stepped into the hallway to make his way towards the kitchen.

His mom was already there. She smiled at him as she finished cleaning up the dishes from her breakfast. "Sorry, sweetie, looks like you're going to get rained out today. Can I get you something?"

"Cereal," he said with a bit of smile before pulling out his phone and looking down at it. "It's not official." He knew there was no chance of the game still going on today, but he was reluctant to give up hope.

His mother sensed this because she did not push the issue. "You can invite Robert over if you wish. Your dad will probably get home before me."

Robert was a year younger than Peter, but he was also the closest boy in age to him in the building. They were on the same Little League team. Peter smiled at the thought of at least being alone with his friend. Peter's parents both worked which meant they were frequently at each other's places. Robert was beginning to suspect that even if they were not friends, their parents would still have them spend time together if only because then they would be alone so much. "I'll ask him. Have you heard from dad today?"

"He was just getting on the road. He thinks he won't be home until at least 4 o'clock." She said pulling out the milk. "The weather is good there, so he'll be driving into this mess."

Peter nodded. His dad was a trucker and was often away overnight. "Okay. Could I..." His thought was cut off as his phone buzzed. He quickly checked it seeing the news he knew would be there. "It's official." He said with a sigh.

"Sorry sweetie," His mom said again. "At least, you and Robert will have to place yourself."

He smiled at that. "I'll text him after I brush my teeth."

"All right, I got to get going. Have fun, but don't wreck the place." She leaned over the counter and gave him a peck on the forehead.

"Have a good day mom." He said with a smile, turning slightly to watch her go over to the front door and put on her coat before going out.

Peter allowed himself a few minutes of self-pity before he reached over and texted Robert. His friend must have been using the phone because the response was almost instantaneous. He would be over in an hour when his dad left for work. Peter smiled at that if only because that gave him a little time to prepare some things. After cleaning up his breakfast, he brushed his teeth and even use the mouthwash. He then went to his room and dug through his closet, pulling out a few things.

With the remainder of time, he went back out into the family room, turned the TV on, and set up a board game, 1313 dead-end Drive. It was a simple game of either accidental or murder. The goal was to escape the house when one of the characters you controlled had the will. The twist was you could move your own pieces and your opponent's their torch traps to illuminate them and move your own away from them. In a normal game you would have sixteen pieces you could play with, but he set it up so there would be only ten. That meant they would each have five characters.

Peter had just finished setting up the game when there was a knock at the door. Even though he knew who it would be, he checked through the peephole before opening. It was indeed his blond-haired friend. "Hey Robert." Peter said as he opened the door.

Robert was about a half a head shorter than him with long brown hair that went down to his shoulders. As the younger boy walked in, he was already kicking off his shoes knowing the routine. "Hey, it sucks about the rain."

"Yeah, but we can still have fun." Peter said, gesturing over to the coffee table where the game was set up.

Robert smiled. "Usual rules?"

"I think so. You want anything to drink?"

Robert walked over the coffee table and kneeled before answering. "Just some water."

Peter nodded and got himself a glass. Peter was allowed one can of soda a day by his parents. Robert did not have such a restriction, but when he was over here like when Peter was over there, they respected the house rules. If it was going to be a long day, they might as well wait to enjoy the soda later.

As Robert sat down across from his friend, he needlessly pointed out each of the five cards in front of him. "Right sock, left sock, T-shirt, shorts and underwear. One character for each."

 

Robert nodded. "Yeah, first one naked sucks the other?"

It was their usual agreement, but sometimes they mixed it up. "For now, yeah."

The two of them had been messing around for a while. Peter had been introduced to sex by his uncle, but the two of them thought of it more as a game. One they knew instinctively to keep it a secret at least from their parents. Considering they were both well behaved it was their one step on the dark side in their young lives.

The game started and after a few rounds, Peter's character was the first of four with the chandelier crashing down upon them. He removed the sock and immediately it was Robert's turn when he sent one of his characters down the stairs. Robert started to pull ahead when the chandelier claimed another victim and Robert had to remove another sock. The boy rolled over onto his back to do it, taking the sock off and tossing it somewhere. He wiggled his feet in the air teasing Robert.

Peter was not sure why but there was something about bare feet that had always drawn him to them. Going to the public pool was a treat for more than one reason. Robert's feet seemed nice to the older boy. The toes were even, and the nails always nicely trimmed. He thought his looked so ugly in comparison.

They both laughed as Robert sat back up. "Now you're going to be all distracted."

"Don't bet on it." Peter replied, shielding his eyes as he leaned forward. "I only have eyes for the board."

Again, Robert laughed. Neither of them had given much thought about gay love or anything like that. It was just fun. The two of them had played for so long that it was nothing more than an extension of their friendship.

Their laughter stopped when there was a knock at the door though. For a second, neither one of them moved. Robert recovered, quickly moved to the door, and stood on his tip toes to peer through the peephole again. He felt a sense of relief when he recognized Mr. Connor.

"Mr. Connor?" He said now more confused than anything else. The man lived on the floor above them, and their parents were friends.

"Morning Peter, your mom has been trying to text you." The man's voice sounded more amused than annoyed. "Can you go skim them?"

Peter turned around to head towards his phone, left on the counter, but Robert was already getting it and met him halfway across the room. Unlocking the screen, he briefly felt embarrassed sitting there were several texts from his mother. His phone was on vibrate mode.

"Peter." He read first. "Peter, don't make me call." The third message read. "Mr. Connor has to go to work, I told him he could leave his boys with you. He will bring them over in about half an hour." The last message was sent only a few minutes ago. "Peter opened the door for Mr. Connor."

He was flushed with embarrassment and quickly texted back. "We were playing a board game. Sorry."

Seeing his plans go up in smoke for the second time that day, he walked over to the door. "Sorry, my phone was on vibrate." He undid the deadbolt and opened the door.

Mr. Connor chuckled. "It's all right."

Now that the door was open, Peter could see Asher and Colin off to one side. They were eight and nine, but only three months apart. A biological impossibility if they were not stepbrothers. Ashley was the slightly older one with dark hair and took after his mother with his Asian features. Colin took more after his father with brown hair and a round face. Despite being the younger by a few months, Colin was also taller than his brother, if only by a hair.

"Hey guys." Peter said with a little wave. The two had been dumped at his place before, and if his mom were home, he would not have minded. For younger kids they were not bad. However, as their father pushed them inside, he had to remind both. "Take off your shoes please."

Mr. Connor reached into his pocket and pulled out $25 dollars. "Sorry to dump them on you like this. I was supposed to get the day off. Order a pizza for lunch. Your mom said it would be okay."

"Sure." Peter smiled, trying not to appear upset. "What time do you think you will pick them up?"

"My wife gets off around three. So maybe 3:30." He raised his voice a little. "I'm sure they will be on their best behavior for you."

Both boys had wandered in the apartment, curious about the board game, but looked over at their father after that. "We will dad." Asher said speaking up for both.

"I know," Mr. Connor said. He lowered his voice but not low enough that they could not hear. "If they give you any trouble, don't be afraid to tell me later."

"Not the first time I'll be looking after them." Peter said with a smile as he put his hand on the doorknob. But, of course, the other times he had looked after them, it had been for an hour at most. Usually, one of his parents was home.

"All right, see you too later." Mr. Connor said, giving his boys a little wave. Then, unexpectedly they both ran over and hugged their father before saying their own goodbyes.

With the door shut and locked again, Peter looked over at Robert. He wondered if he looked half as upset as his friend. Peter was not sure what was worse, a rained-out baseball game or losing a day just being with this friend.

"Why are you wearing one sock?" Asher asked.

Peter looked down and then, picking his foot he slid the other sock off. "My feet were getting sweaty."

Connor gestured at the boardgame. "What game is this?"

"1313 dead-end Drive." Robert said walking back over to the coffee table. He started to explain the rules as he reset the board adding in the pieces he had removed earlier. It was not a hard game to learn, and both younger kids picked up on it fast. It was kind of fun playing with more people. When the first piece went tumbling down the stairs, the younger boys broke into laughter. Peter found himself joining in. However, by the time the first game ended, he noticed that he would have beaten Robert, which made him a little sad.

As the second game was ending, Peter had an idea. "Do you two want to play Mario Kart after this?"

"Yeah!" Asher responded immediately.

Peter smiled to himself and looked over at Robert with a little smile. "I know your mom says you're only supposed to play an hour a day, but I won't say anything if you don't say anything."

"It's two hours during the summer." Colin corrected. He then smiled. "But we won't say anything."

With that agreed, Peter tried to end the game as quickly as possible. Asher was the last one standing and cheered when the game ended. Peter stood up and walked over to the TV, grabbing controllers for the Switch before turning the TV on. He gave the boys a controller each and the two quickly started setting up a race.

Peter reached over and took Robert by the arm to pull him to his feet. "Me and Robert are going to hang out in my room for a bit. If you need anything, just shout."

The brothers both agreed, not looking away from the TV as Robert gave him a curious look. Peter smiled, understanding that his friend had not caught on. He had to push and pull him along into the hallway before they got into his room.

"What are you thinking?" Robert asked.

"I think I won the first game. Now you owe me." Peter said.

"With them right out there?" Robert said in a quiet but still shocked tone.

"They will be glued to the TV. They love Mario Kart." Peter countered.

"Yeah, but." Robert looked at the foot of the bed. There were two lengths of rope there and a feather. They were symbols of where things were supposed to go in the plan, and both boys still wanted to. Robert bit his lower lip, but Peter did not try to push him anymore. "Fine. I guess I can go first."

Peter felt like he could hug Robert, but he held back just making sure the door to his room was closed. The younger boy took off his shirt and draped it over the desk chair. He then pulled his shorts down to his gray boxer briefs. Instead, and walked over to the bed.

Peter grabbed his pillow and placed it over the support. It was only a few inches higher than the mattress and was just a simple railing with a few spindles connecting to the bottom half. Robert laid down on the bed and immediately put his feet on the pillow, adjusting himself until they were just dangling off. Peter picked up the rope and tied them to the bottom of the foot board.

Picking up the other piece of rope, Peter did not have to gesture. Robert just raised his arms above his head, crossing his wrists. Peter tied them together before tying them to the headboard. Only then did he retrieve the feather. Holding it between two fingers, he raised it up so Robert could see, and they both started to laugh.

Peter moved to the foot of the bed and got down on his knees. This put his friend's feet at his eye level. For a few seconds he just stared at them. There was something that made him stare at them. He had been walking around on the floor, bus his feet still looked as if he had just taken a bath. He suppressed the urge to lean in and smell them, knowing that would be weird.

Instead, he carefully took the feather and slowly started down the arch of Robert's left foot. The reaction was instant, the foot trying to pull away but the ropes not allowing it. Peter heard his friend giggling and then repeated the process with the other foot. Peter could feel himself start to become hard.

For the next few minutes, he played with his friend's feet using the feather and occasionally his fingers to stimulate them. A few muffled `stop it' only brought temporary relief from the tickling. Finally, feeling his muscles cramp, Peter stood up and was strangely pleased to see the bulge in his friend's underwear. It was small, but there was no denying it.

There was the gentle roll of thunder in the distance as Peter stepped to the side of the bed. "Now where will I go next?" Peter said before shooting his hand out and tickling his friend stomach. "Here, or here?" He said letting his hand go from the boy's stomach to armpit.

Robert giggled and tried to buck but it was hard to move. Peter knew that his friend's armpits were as sensitive as his feet. That was where the feather went next. At first, he used the tip of the feather, but eventually he twisted around and let it move along Robert's armpit diagonally from bottom to top. As he switched over to teasing the other one, he got closer, with his shorts tenting in front of Robert.

After a little more teasing, he stood back and placed his hands on either side of Robert's underwear. He started to pull the boxer briefs down. His friend was hairless like himself, but even standing proud, his penis was only 2 1/2 inches. Peter knew it was below the average. A fact he had never mentioned to Robert. If Robert knew or suspected he it never brought it up, especially because Peter was twice that length.

With confidence, he slowly pushed his friend's foreskin down exposing the head. He gave it a little squeeze letting the head flare up. He could feel Robert stiffen with that and Peter liked that. The clap of thunder that happened then seemed so far away. He was just starting to go down, intending on sucking his friend while he was still tied up when the door flung open, and the two younger boys rushed inside.

Peter's first instinct was to look at the intruders, his heart skipping a beat thinking irrationally that it was one of his parents. When he saw the two boys, he opened his mouth to snap at them that they were supposed to have knocked. However, his friend beat him to it.

"You're supposed to knock you little turds!" Robert snapped.

Peter had intended to say something similar, but with his friend cutting him off he had an extra second or two to see how large the boy's eyes were. It also gave him enough time to remember that his friend was exposed. Turning around he pulled his friend's boxer briefs up covering him. Peter stood up and grabbed both younger boys by their arm to drag them out of the room and into the hallway.

Counting to three in his head like his dad always told him, he looked down at the brothers. "You two were supposed to knock before coming in. What's wrong?"

Both younger boys stared up at him. Asher recovered first. "I...we got scared. I thought lightning hit the building."

"Yeah." Colin said, sounding less convincing. "It was really loud."

As he emphasized the point, there was another crack of thunder that made all three of the boys jumped. Peter was angry at the two but understood the fear. "If the building gets hit by lightning, it'll be okay. We have lightning rods, so it goes straight into the ground.

"But what if it missed and started a fire?" Asher asked.

Peter did not have an answer for that. "The smoke alarm would go off then. Do you hear any smoke alarm?" After he said it, Peter regretted the tone. Both boys were looking down now.

He was not sure what to do. Even though they had interrupted him, he was starting to feel bad for making them feel bad. Then he remembered Robert. He took a step back, intending to go into his bedroom, but stopped himself. The ropes were loosely secured, and Robert already had his hands free, working on his ankles. His friend must have seen him because he looked over and they made eye contact. There was fear in his eyes too, but for different reasons.

Raising his voice so everyone could hear him. "Let's get a drink."

Peter had to push the two boys down the hallway, but once they were in the kitchen he simply asked if they wanted a soda. They were both happy to take a Pepsi and Peter helped himself to one too. Glancing over at the TV, he noticed that neither of the younger boys had thought to pause the game before running to his bedroom. That made him feel worse.

"Thunder used to scare me too. We are safe inside. If there was a fire, you just need to go outside the front door and walked to the right. That's where the staircase is. That's just like your apartment right. You're right above me?" Now he could not remember.

"We are right next to the stairs." Asher said.

"I see." Peter said trying to sound interested. "You guys have a three-bedroom apartment?" He was trying to get them to talk about something.

"Yeah, but we share a room." Colin chimed in.

Peter nodded. "I see, do you like sharing yours?"

Robert walked to the kitchen then. He was fully dressed minus the socks and still looked angry. Peter hoped it was not at him.

"I guess it's nice," Asher said. "Sometimes we can whisper to each other after bedtime."

"Sneaky," Peter said smiling as the two giggled a little. "Would you like a drink Robert?"

Robert shrugged and looked at the two younger boys. "What were you two doing?" Asher asked.

Robert looked over at his friend clearly waiting for him to answer the question. "We were playing a game." Peter answered, mostly because it was not a lie. It was how he thought of it.

"But wasn't he tied up?" Asher asked as he took a sip from his soda.

"Wasn't he naked?" Colin added.

Peter considered lying for a second. That just seemed wrong. "Well yes and sort of. I tied him up and tickled him. We were just having fun. Robert and I are special friends. We play special games with each other. It's a bit of a secret though so don't tell anyone." He hoped that suggesting that it was a secret would help keep the two silent.

There was another roll of thunder though much quieter now. Nobody even noticed.

Asher spoke up after the thunder rolled into the distance. "Can we play?"

"It's a big boy game." Robert said jumping in. "You will get in trouble if someone catches you playing it."

That brought the two boys up short for second as they looked at each other. The brother came to some silent agreement and nodded. "We won't tell anyone, and we won't get caught."

Peter and Robert both looked at each other, both realizing they had made it more appealing. Robert shrugged. "Well, we can show you, but you have to promise that if you ever get caught you can't tell anyone we showed you."

"Peter!" Robert said, through gritted teeth before tilting his head to the side. "A moment."

Peter was not sure what was wrong, but he followed his friend to the other side of the family room. "What is it?"

Robert lowered his voice. "Don't think they might be a little too young for that stuff?"

Peter let out a little sigh and cut off to a chuckle. "What, we were younger than them when we started."

As he thought about it, Peter was not sure. They had started sword fighting when they were seven and Peter had done stuff with his uncle when he was younger than that. But he really could not remember doing it.

"Yeah, but..." Robert trailed off. "I'll get in trouble."

"Wait here then." Peter offered. "Look, if we don't do it, they might ask somebody else. Then I think we might get in trouble."

Robert considered that and nodded. "I guess. Still, I guess I think it's just weird. I mean, I don't know. Just to get us in trouble."

"It'll be fine." Peter said already walking back to the kitchen.

The two boys were quietly talking and stopped when Peter came back, shortly followed by Robert. "We'll show you the big boy game, but you have to make promises."

"What?" Colin asked.

"First, you have to remember to be careful if you ever play this. If you guys weren't so cool you could've gotten us in a lot of trouble. You got to be really careful if you play."

Both boys agreed.

"Second, if you do get caught you can't tell anyone we showed you. Say you found it online or something."

Again, both brothers agreed with simple, "Ok."

Peter looked over at Robert and gave him a little smile. "The third thing is if for whatever reason you need to give up one of us. Let's say for whatever reason you can't. You say I did it and keep Robert out of it."

Peter gave Robert a smile. The boys however did not respond instantly like they had before.

"We don't want to get you in trouble Peter." Asher said. "You're nice."

"Yeah." Colin agreed.

Peter was a little surprised. Hearing that they liked him was unexpected. He never thought about it but strangely felt a growing sense of protectiveness towards the two younger boys. He thought about what to say.

"Well, like I said it's a last resort sort of thing. If you absolutely must tell on one of us it has to be me. Robert's my friend. My best friend really. It would make feel really good if I knew you would never tell on him."

The brothers looked at each other and then they both nodded. "Okay, only if we really have to." Colin said.

"Like we're being tortured or something." Asher said, giggling a little.

Peter smiled and reached over to ruffle both their hair. Asher's was much shorter and looked more like he had a mop on his head. "Let's go to my room."

Peter had everyone take one last sip before putting the remainder of the drinks back in the refrigerator. They would be flat shortly, but it was better cold and flat then warm and flat.

The quartet made their way back to Peter's room. "Okay, first you're both overdressed. You need to take off your socks and your shirt so we can tickle you."

Colin needed to sit down to take off his socks. His brother just stepped to one side and pulled his foot free before repeating the process. Then they both pulled off their shirts. Colin still had a little baby fat on him, but Asher's stomach was flatter. Peter decided he like the way Colin looked a little more.

Retrieving the rope from the head of the bed, Peter started to explain. "I'm gonna to tie your feet up so you can't squirm away." He explained.

For some reason, the brothers giggled. Peter smiled nervously before reaching out and grabbing the closest one. He picked Asher up and dropped him on the bed. "You need to get up there."

His brother being thrown around caused Colin to stand up. He was expecting to be picked up by Peter and forgot Robert had followed him too. When Robert's arms wrapped around the little brown-haired moppet, his face was completely surprised. He soon joined his brother up, though and with a little maneuvering Peter got both their feet on the pillow. He got them to stay still long enough to be stripped down.

Peter took a second to examine the feet and decided they were both nice-looking. Colin's feet were a bit wider, but Asher's had a more pronounced arch. It was this feature that his finger first traced along. The skin felt smooth to Peter's finger as the boy tried to pull away. Peter tickled it a bit more. Then he turned his attention to the point. Colin's feet were already trying to pull away, anticipating the attention they were about to get. In contrast to his brothers who were clean, they were a bit dirty at least around the heel. Curiously, Peter went there first wondering if it was just dirt, but it felt more like dry skin. It did not get much of a reaction, so he brought his finger up, causing Colin to wiggle his toes.

Robert crouched next to Peter. "I'll take this one you work on him?"

Peter grinned. "I bet I can make mine squeal first."

"You're on."

"Wait what?" Asher said.

The boy's question went unanswered as the brothers found their feet attacked. They giggled and laughed. Both ended up sitting up and trying to use the little space they had to avoid the older boys' fingers.

"Stop, stop please!" Colin hollered.

Peter did and the younger boy fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving and still emitting an occasional giggle. Robert stopped at the same time allowing Asher to fall back on the bed. Peter could feel his erection pressing against his pants. He leaned back a little showing it off to Robert.

"You would've." Robert said looking down and shaking his head.

"Shut up." Peter said placing his hands on the bed and slowly getting up. "Okay, so that was just one thing. A little fun. Now we need to pull your shorts down"

Neither Colin nor Asher said anything to that. Both younger boys were okay with what was going on. Colin's shorts were simply elastic, so he did not have to unbutton anything and just pulled down. Colin had `Incredible Hulk' underwear on. He chuckled a little, thinking about the big green monster holding back a little one.

As he reached up to pull the underwear down, he heard Robert say. "I'm going to have to touch it."

Peter looked over to see Asher's hands covering his crotch. He did not say anything, but after a few seconds, Asher's hand moved away, revealing `Capt. America' underwear. "Sorry," the boy muttered.

Curiosity kept Peter looking. Robert pulled down the underwear. Asher was already hard, his penis two inches and sticking up with just a little foreskin covering the head. Peter watched for a few seconds as Robert's hand slowly put it between two fingers gently pulling the foreskin down a little more.

Peter turned his head back towards his partner and pulled the underwear down. He was not as lucky. Colin was still flaccid, but instead of using his hand Peter just leaned forward and rubbed it with his nose. The little inhalation of breath was all the encouragement he needed. Peter pushed the flaccid penis around feeling it get hard. He kissed his partner's tight little sack and even gave it a lick. He used his nose to move the shaft back and forth and he could feel it getting hard against his face.

His erection was straining against his clothing. Part of him wanted to strip naked and see if he could open Colin's backdoor. It was just a fleeting thought. He did not want to push the boy too far too fast but knowing that Robert was at arm's length away, well it made him wonder how this friend would react if he just pulled his pants down now. They had not done that yet; sucking was so much easier.

Putting that thought out of his head, Peter just concentrated on giving Colin the best BJ of his life. Considering it was also his first, that would not be too hard. He rubbed his nose along the length of the erection, kissed the boy's little sack and even gently sucked before finally moving his lips up the shaft and taking it into his mouth. It was a little smaller than Robert's. The younger boy had more foreskin than Robert. Peter could feel that when he pulled back and suckled the length of the boy's erection down a little. However, once he had the tip fully exposed, he simply used his tongue to tease it. Peter lost himself in giving pleasure.

He could feel Colin become more tensed. The boy's stomach muscles tightened against his cheeks as he moved his head from side to side. Colin inhaled and sucked in his breath before letting out a groan. His little dick twitched. Peter held it in his mouth for a few seconds afterwards, feeling it get softer in his mouth before finally pulling his mouth free. He looked up and saw Colin was flushed, but there was a little smile across his face.

"What a showoff." Robert said.

Peter turned his head and pushed himself up on his arm a little. Asher's pants were still down and both he and Robert were staring at him. Robert continued. "That was like twice as long as it took me. We really have to turn the thing into a competition?" Robert looked down at Asher. "Can you believe him? Showing me up like that?" 

Asher laughed and covered his mouth, not sure if it was a joke or not.

"Well, sorry I was trying to make him feel good." Robert tried to sound haughty to play along.

"Yeah, you're probably too tired to do that to me now." Robert complained.

"And what made you think I was going to? I think I have a new playmate. Right Colin?"

"Right!" Colin agreed.

"You are replacing me?" Robert said faking shock. "I'll show you."

Peter knew Colin was coming. As the boy lunged at him, he rolled, pulling the boy with them as they tumbled off the bed. They rolled around on the carpeted floor, hugging each other. Then pretending to be unhappy he broke the embrace. "I'll show you. Try to replace me."

Peter laid back on the floor and watched as his friend flipped around so he was facing the other way. He felt his pants being undone. "Oh no you don't. I'll show you." Peter said reaching up and grabbing his friend's waistband. He pulled the underwear and pants down at the same time exposing his pale butt.

He could hear the two younger boys laughing and knowing that the brothers were watching made him want to act up a little more. "I'm going to make you take twice as long"

"Not as long as I'm gonna take." Robert announced as he freed Peter's erection and shoved it in his mouth.

It was a little awkward but with the underwear only coming down partly it helped. He was able to squeeze his head between the clothing and his friend's thighs. Their height difference also came into effect because he had to push down as he squeezed his head between the other boy's legs. Robert's underwear helped support his head as they formed a little circle, both trying to get together off while trying to make themselves to climax first. From the sounds coming from the bed, the brothers enjoyed the show.

When the 69 was done they started picking up. The brothers had not bothered to untie themselves, so Peter let them loose. Suggestions were made of doing it again sometime, but everyone agreed it had to be a secret.

The tone and atmosphere had changed. It was still raining outside, but after what they had done, Peter was quite sure everyone was happy with the way things had gone. Peter felt a little closer to the brothers. A feeling that went both ways, at least with Colin. The boy practically climbed onto his lap when they went back out into the living room to play some video games.

Their physical activity had made everyone hungry, and the pizza was ordered thirty minutes later. The brother's newfound affection towards the older boys did not extend to help cleaning the dishes. That felt to Peter and Robert collecting plates and washing them off in the sink.

"That was kind of fun." Robert said, as he was drying one of the plates.

"Yeah." Peter agreed, knowing his friend was not referring to the Mario Kart competition. He handed another plate over to his friend.

"I'm still worried they might tell someone."

Peter considered for a second. "You never told anyone about us. Why would they tell?"

Robert considered that. "I don't. I think you know them better. I mean my parents and their parents, and we've looked after them sometimes. I never really did much with them until today."

Peter pushed the plate closer for his friend to take it. "Well, speaking from experience. Once you suck somebody off, it's almost impossible to get rid of them. No matter how annoying they are."

"Hey!".

 

The End.

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