Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2023 08:57:20 +0000 From: calvinandhobbes74 Subject: Unexpected Metamorphosis Parts of my account of this occurrence have been embellished, because how could I know what my young friends were actually experiencing? The rest is seen through the filter of fond memories. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unexpected Metamorphosis I had just turned 16, but was not like other teenagers. I preferred the company of boys younger than myself, and because I was small for my age, about the size of your average 12-year-old, nobody tended to notice. My friends didn't care. They thought it was cool that an older boy wanted to hang out with them. And I loved that I could still play using my imagination and pretending, unlike others who thought that kind of activity was beneath them. I liked playing sports, mostly gymnastics soccer and swimming, so I was more than fit enough to keep up with the boundless energy of my younger friends. Because of my greater strength, some of my young friends viewed me as somewhat of a hero, as I was able to do things most kids my size can't. I had short dirty blond hair, blue-grey eyes, fair skin, and a dusting of freckles across my nose. I was a late bloomer and always felt embarrassed when getting changed for swimming with the boys my age at school. When sneaking peeks at them I could see they had much larger genitals, armpit hair and pubes, while I was still completely hairless. One of the other boys in my class even asked if I shaved my body hair to make me faster at swimming. Around my friends, it wasn't an issue because we were all totally smooth. I had a small but good group of friends that lived in my neighbourhood, and we'd play most afternoons after school, and on weekends. We tended to ride our bikes around, a lot. The 2 that I played together with the most were 11-year-old Stephen and his little brother James who had just turned 9. Stephen was a little shorter than me, with similar coloured always neatly combed dirty blond hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a few more freckles than me. He was kind of skinny, but not much skinnier than average boys his age. James was about my shoulder height, with a mop of messy golden blond hair, big green eyes, and creamy golden skin. He was very skinny, so you could easily see all of his ribs, the top of his pelvic bone, his shoulder blades and parts of his spine. It was kind of weird, Stephen looked more like me than his brother even though we weren't related. Many, many years ago, we were living in an urban development area outside a small city. Quite a distance from any sealed roads, but not too far from where we lived, a large pile of trees and logs had been pushed together beside the scrubland. Part of a clearing project for a dirt access road. Inside this stack, James, Stephen and I had built a fort. I had also built a decent arsenal, of pretend swords shields and guns, out of wooden offcuts. We had hollowed out the inside of the woodpile, bending and intertwining protruding branches creating a decent-sized den in which we could play. Inside was more than high enough to stand upright, and spacious enough for us to do pretty much whatever we wanted. Scavenged materials from some nearby building sites had been used to make the inside of our hideout more comfortable. We had dragged a large piece of carpet from one of the skip bins to use as a clean floor. Old crates had been converted into chairs and a small table. Discarded timber had been used to brace sections of the roof. Pieces of old tarpaulins had been weaved into the ceiling for shade and rainproofing, and sheets of broken plywood and cardboard were embedded in the walls to keep prying eyes out. We'd worked diligently to make sure that our base wasn't visible from the outside, so we were completely hidden. We had concealed lookout points so we could spy on anyone coming close and the tunnel entrance was invisible unless you knew where it was. We knew we had concealed our burrow well because workers had stood right beside it talking about further clearing, while we hid silently inside, and they never knew we were there. We played there quite often. Sometimes our fort was a Submarine or a Pirate ship. Other times it was a Spaceship or a base from which to conduct Army or Ninja Turtle raids on enemy territory. An old deck of nudie cards had been appropriated from the bottom drawer of someone's shed. We would play Snap, Go Fish, Poker, or whatever other games we knew. The way we played most of these games included some kind of undressing penalty. But not always. We'd play stupid games as well. Dare/Double Dare, which could lead to at least one of us wearing very little, or nothing at all streaking to a waypoint outside the base. Strip Wrestling was always fun. It's the same as Sock Wrestling, but instead of trying to take off another player's socks, all clothing was fair game, and you weren't allowed to pull anything back up/on if it had been partially removed. The game ended when only one player still had any clothing on. For a couple of young boys, James and Stephen were quite precocious when it came to matters of a sexual nature. James in particular wasn't shy about exhibiting what he knew. He was annoying us while we waited for our bus home from the depot once, and someone jokingly said "James! You're being a pain! Go hump a pole or something!" We found him a bit later happily humping away at a fence pole. When we were playing Corners on the back seat of the bus, he would sometimes fling himself face down on my lap, and make slurping noises while bobbing his head up and down simulating a blow job. I always quickly told him to "Knock it off!" If he lost at Strip Wrestling, which he often did, he'd occasionally play with himself till he climaxed before getting dressed. Stephen wasn't quite as unabashed as James but he knew more than most boys years older than him. He once told me that for his 10th birthday, his parents had asked him if there was anything special he would like to do. For a laugh, he asked if they could play Strip Poker. He thought his parents would just admonish him and make him ask for something sensible. Astoundingly they agreed! They played Poker that night before the boys went to bed. Stephen and James lost all their clothing during the game. And both parents ended up playing the last few hands bare-chested, their dad down to his boxers and socks, and their mum in just her panties. As a penalty for losing, the boys were scooped up by their near-naked parents and relentlessly tickled all over, till they were breathless and begging for mercy. During that playful onslaught, his and James' dick and balls had been fair game as targets for tickling. Maybe their prematurely developed knowledge had come from their parents? We were in our fort playing a game that I can't quite remember. I know that it involved one person being 'It', stood in front of the others. After each round, the person who was 'It' had to take off a piece of clothing. When 'It' was naked, the other 2 were allowed to ask any questions they wanted, and the person who was 'It' had to answer truthfully. Then to finish off with each following round 'It' got to put a piece of clothing back on. When all 3 of us had a turn standing, the game was over. There was no winner, it was just a stupid way that we came up with to pass some time. James and Stephen had already had their turn, so now I was 'It'. Down to my shorts, because I wasn't wearing any underwear I wanted them to count as 2 items. "Nope. Each turn you have to take something off! That's what we agreed on," reiterated Stephen. "Ok." It wasn't like it made any difference as there was no winner of this game, so I semi-reluctantly accepted the ruling. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them. When I stood up, I casually covered my groin with my hands to hide that I had a very obvious erection. "You're kind of cute when you're naked." voiced Stephen offhandedly. "Huh?" I replied, uncertain I had heard him correctly. Before further clarification could be added, James indignantly blurted, "You're not allowed to cover yourself up! We didn't!" It was only fair so I resigned myself to being on full display. I let my hands fall by my side, allowing them to see all of me. "You've got a Stiffy!" declared James, pointing to the obvious protrusion sticking up from my groin. "Duh!" I responded. "Why do you have a boner?" Stephen asked. "Why? Why do you think? I'm 16, I'm horny. I get one about 50 times a day." "What made you horny?" quizzed Stephen. "I liked seeing you both naked," I replied, a little ashamed that I had to reveal the truth. "Does seeing us naked always make you horny?" smirked Stephen. "Yes." "What about when we Strip Wrestle?" mentioned James. "Yes," I admitted, my face blushing with embarrassment. "I don't think that's a secret, because we all get hard playing that." "How horny are you?" Stephen probed. "I think that's pretty obvious just by looking." My erection had gotten harder while we were discussing it and was now leaking pre cum. "I want you to 'tell' me how horny you are." He insisted teasingly. "Tell you?" He nodded. "Seriously?" "Uh-huh." "This is so humiliating," I whined. "You're still 'It', so you have to tell us!" James chimed in. "Fine," I said surrendering to the inevitable. "I'm so horny, if you took your clothes off again I'd happily screw both of you right here and now!" "You want to root us up the arse?" Stephen mocked me. "I have since the day we first met," I confessed. "So if I do this?" He taunted sliding his t-shirt, up his torso and off over his head, exposing his bare chest, and his flat taught tummy. He stood before me, a salacious grin spreading across his face. Then slowly untied the drawstring holding his shorts up, his eyes still locked on mine. "Do you want me to get naked?" He asked, letting his shorts slide down his legs. He stepped out of them and looked down at his underpants which had quite an obvious tent at the front. "Should I take these off as well?" "Only if you're serious," I mumbled. The skin of my hard-on was now so tight it felt like it was about to split. "How's this for serious?" he said, pushing his underpants down off his hips and letting them follow the path his shorts had taken to the floor. He kicked them away and stood naked in front of me. His little pecker stood straight up toward his belly, balls tucked up tight beneath it. "Go on then." He goaded. "You know I will, if you let me," I confirmed. "I dare you." He goaded. I promptly grabbed him by the waist and pulled him toward me, turning him as I did so that his back was facing me. I knelt on the carpeted floor dragging him down with me, "Get down on your hands and knees." I directed. "Are you going to do him doggy style?" James sniggered. I barely heard him. I was too focused on the pert little bottom of the boy in front of me. I was expecting Stephen to back out, but he willingly got down on the floor with me. "I will do it!" I warned. "You keep saying that but you haven't done anything yet." On all fours, he looked back over his shoulder at me. "Go on! He dared you so you have to root him!" encouraged James. Having established that Stephen was consenting to what we were about to do, I pulled him back toward me with one hand and with the other, using the end of my cock slick with the fluid flowing from it, began to paint down the middle of his smooth butt crack. With each pass, I went deeper and deeper seeking the innermost depths of the enticingly smooth cleft. This alone was driving me crazy, it took everything I had not to blow my load before I even started trying to enter him. When I located his puckered little anus, using the tip of my dick I rubbed it in circles making him slippery with pre cum. I lined myself up with his hole and pulled him onto me by his hips. He grunted as my raging hard-on started to push its way inside him. Since I was such a late bloomer, my dick wasn't all that big. I was a bit thicker, and somewhat longer than both James and Stephen but not by a lot. Because of this, it meant Stephen's tight back door didn't have to stretch open very much. I felt the snug hole pull my foreskin back. He let out a hiss of discomfort as the ring of tight little muscles spread apart letting me sink into him. "Oh my god!" I murmured, as I slid inside. The sensation of his sphincter hugging my shaft was beyond words. My entire body trembled with an intense impulse to defile his beautiful young body. All my senses became heightened. The smooth skin of his waist beneath my hands, the almost velvety soft touch of his warm buttocks against my lower pelvis, the hot tight-fitting grip of his anus around my cock, the cool air caressing my entire body, the sounds of us both breathing. After only a few moments, wanton desire forced my hips to instinctively begin drilling myself into him, each stroke-filled me with a desperate need for release. It took less than a minute before my entire body was consumed with rapturous ecstasy. I pushed forward, burying myself as far into his bowels as I was capable of. My erection pulsed uncontrollably within the constricting channel of Stephen's anal canal. Jet after jet erupted out of my cock, flooding the insides of his preteen body with semen. I had never cum so hard or so much as I was doing right now. Inside my head, the lust I felt for him screamed. "THIS CAN'T BE OVER YET! I NEED MORE! I HAVE TO HAVE THIS FEELING AGAIN! I DON'T EVER WANT IT TO STOP!" Fortunately being a horny teenager was in my favour. My dick stayed hard as a rock after my climax ended. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his chest. Then I sat back up bringing him with me so he was almost sitting in my lap. I held him tight against me, with both arms, feeling his back pressed against my chest and stomach. I released the bear hug I had him in, so I could use one of my hands on his hip to hold him in place and the other hand to caress every inch of his slender nude form. I slowly continued to have my way with him, letting myself recover from my mind-blowing ejaculations. Because I had unloaded once already, it would take much longer this time for me to peak. One of his hands grabbed mine and pushed it down. I thought he was trying to stop me from running my hands over him, but he guided me to his genitals and wrapped my fingers around his prepubescent erection. I got the hint and began stroking his proud little member. Massaging it with my fingers, stretching his foreskin, fondling his tiny balls. I could feel it getting harder and warmer in my grasp. Stephen began making naughty little whimpers as I manipulated his pint-sized cock. I felt a poke at my shoulder. I was so engrossed in screwing Stephen that I had completely forgotten James was here with us. Watching me fornicating with his brother, I guess he felt left out. He had taken off all his clothes, and like both Stephen and I, he had an excited little hard-on. It was easy to tell he was kind of miffed. "I wanna play too!" he demanded. Without pausing my deflowering of Stephens' arse, or interrupting building his orgasm, I leaned back slightly grabbed James' bare leg with my unoccupied hand and steered him to step between us so he was facing me. "Stand here." His knees gripped my belly just below my ribcage, and when I sat back up his perfectly smooth thighs were pressed against my chest. His honey-coloured, crayon-sized willy was right in line with my mouth. I sucked him in, till my nose pressed against his firm little belly. I think I caught him off guard because he burst out giggling. I patted him on his butt to get his attention and then moved his hips in a humping motion against my face. "Oh! I get it!" he acknowledged. He scrunched his fingers into my hair to keep my head steady and enthusiastically began thrusting away. The soft warm skin around the rigid little pole sliding in and out of my mouth felt incredible. I wiggled the tip of my tongue into the opening at the end of his foreskin and began teasing the super-sensitive glans. James burst into a giggling fit, as he experienced sensations he'd never felt before. I could almost hear the smile on his face as he was reacting to his first blow job. I shifted my focus back to Stephen. Because my mouth was full, I tapped him on the chest, and when he looked down I pointed to him and then gave him an ok symbol with my fingers. I could feel him beginning to tense up as his climax drew nearer. "I'm ok." He panted, then begged, "Don't stop!" I had a free hand again, so I cupped his balls and began softly kneading the two firm little marbles hidden within the warm and yielding pouch of his scrotum. Stephen responded favourably to this added stimulation, his body beginning to twitch. I increased the speed as I masturbated him, encouraging his immature penis to let fly the inevitable orgasm. He'd never experienced being stimulated from both front and back before. Suddenly his entire body began to convulse, his rock-hard little cock pulsing and jerking vigorously in my hand. "Uggghhh!" Stephen moaned, "I'm CUMMING!!!!" Each wave of his dry climax caused his whole body to spasm, his sphincter clamping down on my erection. I continued to plunge myself into him. The firm grip on my dick increased with each contraction. The tighter he got the better it felt. The sensation of his snug wrinkled anus rubbing along the length of my cock was intoxicating. I kept pumping myself into him, thrilled at every sensation. I could feel my next release starting to slowly build. But I wasn't there yet. Stephens' sensitive member quickly deflated in my hand, becoming soft and flaccid. I gently toyed with the pliable fleshy little hose, resting limply between his legs. Then I left it alone to recover. Gripping him by his waist again I began to energetically speed up my next ejaculation. I was still entertaining James with my mouth, him giggling the entire time. I could feel his tiny pecker getting warmer and harder as I wrestled it with my tongue. His thrusting became more and more frantic as he desperately strove for release. I placed my hand on one of his bare buttocks and could feel his glutes contracting with each push. Without warning he folded almost double around my head hugging me tight to his groin, pushing his stiff little willy hard into my mouth. With each shudder of his gorgeous juvenile frame, his dick jumped around between my lips, his immature sex organs shooting off powerful dry orgasms. His breath came in ragged gasps, as he slowly recovered from the overwhelming flood of pleasure that coursed through him. I playfully slurped on his deflating hard-on, letting it slip loosely from my mouth. He straightened himself up when he had regained his composure. "Did you like that?" I asked. He nodded his head cheerfully, grinning like an idiot. "Well, we're not done yet!" I divulged. Nuzzling my face back into his groin, I took his balls in my mouth and began sucking on his yielding little sack. He threw his head back and gave a delighted squeal. My continued movements within Stephen's anal canal were now about to come to fruition. I pistoned my cock inside him like someone possessed. I felt the build-up within my crotch, as it prepared to launch another salvo of ejaculations. Slamming myself into him, my loins slapped against his perky behind with each surge of pleasure. It poured through my body like euphoric electricity, leaving me trembling all over. My last couple of pulses were dry, I was out of ammunition. But I was still randy as hell, and hard as iron. I had no idea if our copulation was going to be a one-time thing or not, so I was determined to prolong it as much as I could. I slowed down and just enjoyed being inside Stephen. All three of us were now coated in a thin sheen of sweat, making our naked bodies glide erotically against each other. I had been rubbing my hands as far as I could reach all over each of their nude bodies. One hand kneading James' buttocks and sides, the other stroking Stephen's inner thighs and belly. I felt him reach for me. "I need you to play with my dick!" he urged, putting my hand back between his legs. I grasped his semi-erect penis, and slowly milked it up to its full hardness. Fondling the stretchable skin sheath around its rigid core brought forth gratified sighs. Still, firmly up in him, I continued slowly riding his backside. He let out a faint little moan. These noises of contentment, our bare skin sliding against each other, and his wish to keep going were turning me on. I wanted... no HAD to orgasm inside him again! James' fleshy little pencil which had been rubbing against my nose and cheeks as I happily sucked away on his nuts, had returned to full mast. I licked the underside, from his balls to the tip and then plunged forward to fellate his underdeveloped cock. "Suck me off again! I wanna cum some more!" he insisted, patting the top of my head. I redoubled my efforts molesting his erection with my mouth to let him know I had understood. Gripping the end of his dick with my lips, I pealed the whole hood back from his glans, exposing all those hyper-sensitive nerve endings that are normally protected by his foreskin. Then carefully began to swirl my wet tongue around his spongey little knob. His knees almost gave way from the intensity of the sensations caused by my assault on the unprotected tip. I braced him by putting my hand under his butt and pushing him back up toward my face. His breath came out in irregular little huffs. "H-h-h-holy C-c-cow!" he stammered. I pulled away and looked up at him. "Too much?" I asked. "A bit yeah," he admitted. "I'll back off a touch then." "Ok." He grinned. "Stephen? You good?" I checked since I didn't have anything in my mouth for a few moments. "Great! I'm nearly there!" he sputtered. "James, I'm gonna need a minute," I alerted. "How come?" He asked. "Come is the right word!" I grunted. I wrapped my arm around Stephens' waist and clutched him tightly against me as my hips bucked like crazy, thrusting me into him. My third orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I felt it coming but I was not prepared for the potency of my dry ejaculations. I desperately kept ploughing myself into Stephens' adorable little arse, wanting to extend my orgasm for as long as possible. Every nerve ending in my body was overloaded with shock wave after shock wave of sexual gratification. I continued to manipulate Stevens' dick as I came, bringing him to another climax. His tight sphincter clamped down around my wildly pulsing cock making me delirious with lust. I could feel his whole body tense up with each explosion of his orgasms. I kept masturbating him, compelling his immature sex organs to keep cumming, over and over again. Then I felt both his hands cover mine and slow it to a stop. His penis continued to twitch violently in my hand for almost a minute as his body came down from the sexual frenzy he had just experienced. He was panting so hard he could barely draw breath. I discontinued my assault on his confining little orifice, having reached the limit of what I could endure. My chest heaving with exertion. Gradually both of our breathing returned to normal. James impatiently wiggled his proud little boner in front of my face. "Don't forget about me!" I pounced on the waiting little stiffy presented to me, with gusto. He let out another squeal of laughter as I slurped away. It wasn't long before I felt his body lurch and he almost collapsed against me, his underage willy leaping around between my lips. He pulled out and I watched as his shiny fun-sized woody pulsed and bounced unbridled in front of me. He slid down between Stephen and me, sitting on my lap our bodies squeezing together, gasping for air. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, silent, catching our breath. Inside Stephens' arse, my cock gradually softened and slipped out by itself. I could feel the change in temperature as cool air swirled around my hot skin. "Are you still horny?" Stephen chuckled. "Yes." I replied, "But my dick isn't hard anymore." We all started laughing. "That was fun!" enthused James, "You sucking on my dick, is so much better than playing with myself!" "I'm glad you liked it. It was fun for me too." I smiled patting him on the head. "What about you Stephen, did you like it?" "What? You rooting me in the arse?" He asked sliding off my lap. "Well yeah. Any of it I guess. It was your idea." He looked at me. "It was weird having your dick up me, but it felt good. And getting you to jack me off was much better than doing it myself." "So was it fun for you too?" "Of course it was! I wouldn't have let you keep doing it if it wasn't!" We all got off the floor and started putting our clothes back on. "Hey, did you spoof in me?" Stephen asked. "Um... yes." I apologised. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about that." "It's ok. I'm a boy, it's not like I can get pregnant." he laughed. "That would be pretty hard to explain if you did." I smiled. "Can we play this again?" James asked eagerly. "Not right now." I said playfully ruffling his hair, "But if you want to do it again another day, sure. I've already told you guys, I'm horny almost all the time." "I wouldn't mind playing again. It was fun." Agreed Stephen. "Next time you can root me up the arse and suck Stephen instead!" Offered James. "How many times did you cum? I did twice but the second time I had way more orgasms!" He revealed. "The same. And heaps more the second time too." Stated Stephen. "I came 3 times. And had a lot more orgasms during the last one as well." I added. "What do we want to do now?" "Let's go ride on the jumps we made the other day!" James said raring to go. Stephen and I agreed, so it was unanimous. "James, you can't tell anyone about this or we won't be allowed to play it any more!" Warned Stephen. "Good idea." I agreed. "I won't! I'm not stupid!" he replied. "Did we leave the shovel at the jumps last time?" "Pretty sure it's under the tree near the big jump." I looked at my watch as I put it back on. It had only been about 20 minutes since I had undressed as part of the game we were playing earlier. We grabbed our bikes from the bush we had hidden them inside and headed off. I noticed Stephen wriggling a little uncomfortably on his bike seat. "You ok?" I checked. "I'm fine. Just a bit uncomfortable is all." For the next year and a half, at least once a week we'd play some variation on our new game. Both boys were always keen to try something new, and I was never going to say no. James was fascinated when he learned I could squirt. Often bugging me to let him 'pump my hose', which I happily did. When they moved away because their mum got a better job in one of the bigger cities, sadly I never got to see them again. I'll never forget them though. The End. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you've read this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it! It's the first time I've submitted anything to Nifty. The only way writers on nifty ever know if someone has read their story is if they get an email saying that you read it. So if you did, I'd appreciate if you take a moment to sling me a message. Praise and constructive critisism is welcome. Flames and abuse will be ignored. Thanks Again! calvinandhobbes74@protonmail.com