Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2019 08:04:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 15

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BOY DADDY, Part 15

Sam's 16th birthday was still three months away, but I kept thinking about
the fact that he'd be even sexier than he was now.  His body would fill out
and develop bigger muscles, his body hair would get denser and appear in
places he hadn't been hairy before, his voice would deepen, and so many
other subtle and sensual changes would occur.

Not long after Sam's birthday, Leda would turn 14, and in a week, Nick
would turn 12.  My kids were all entering their prime, their `perfection
period', as I thought of it.

I would be turning 28 at the end of the year.  Most people still thought I
was under 20 when they met me.  Jenny was going on 31.

I had been thinking more about Nick over the last few weeks.  I barely knew
him, really, but I thought that I should take the initiative to befriend
him and get to know him.  He was, after all, my youngest son, though I had
never had any real interest in him.  Nick was close to Jenny and his sibs,
but we remained a mystery to each other.

I really don't know why that was.  Nick was an OK-looking kid, not
disarmingly adorable like Sam, but nevertheless an attractive boy.  Taking
more after Jenny's side, Nick had straight, mousey brown hair that he kept
fairly short.  His brown eyes looked very much like Jenny's, as well as the
shape of his face.  As a younger child, he had been short and fat, but he
had gradually lost most of the weight and was now a bit thin.  He had
recently sprouted up, and his good looks were rapidly becoming evident.

Part of the problem was that everything Nick was interested in bored me.
He was a baseball fanatic and a sports fan in general.  He was studious and
always brought home excellent grades.  He loved chess and was on the Chess
Team at his school.  He disapproved of drugs and the people who use them.
All sorts of stuff.

But Nick was also a gifted artist and drew and painted some amazing things.
He spent a lot of time off by himself or in his bedroom, so I had always
thought of him as the quiet type.  His circle of friends was small but
tightly knit, and they spent much of their time together playing baseball
and reading comix.  He seemed to be well-liked and respected by both his
teachers and fellow students.  I was proud of him.

I hadn't seen Nick more than a handful of times since moving in with Sam.
Any time I went back to our house, Nick was always out somewhere with his
friends.  I had never occurred to me to invite Nick over to hang out with
me and Sam.

A few weeks after the cameras had been installed in our place, I was at
work when I started thinking about fucking Jenny.  I decided to stop by the
house after work to see if she was home and wanted to get laid.  I knew it
was unlikely, now that she was `secretly' dating other guys, but my dick
was insistent.

When I walked into the house, I found that Nick was the only one yet home.
Jenny was still at work, presumably, and Leda was involved in some
afterschool activity.

Nick was curled up on one of the chairs in the living room, and tried to
avoid making eye contact with me when I first came in.  Initially, I
thought he was being surly, but on looking closer it was obvious that Nick
had been crying and was still doing so.

"Nick, what's wrong, dude?" I asked as I sat on the arm of his chair.

He just shook his head and wouldn't look at me.

"Nothing.  I'm fine," he mumbled.  But his face crumpled again, and tears
spilled down his cheeks.  He hid his face in his arm.

"Come on, Nicky, you're not OK.  Tell me what's going on," I said.  No
response.

"Is something happening at school?  You and Mom have a fight?"

"No!  I said I'm fine," he said, his voice sharp.

I didn't reply, just sat there next to him and finally gave his shoulder a
comforting squeeze.

I half-expected him to recoil and get up to go to his room, but
surprisingly he didn't move away from me.

"Tell me what's wrong, Nick, and maybe I can help," I said softly.

He shook his head again.  "You can't," he muttered.  "I can't tell you.
It'll be fine.  I mean it."

"Doesn't seem like it," I said, and Nick started tearing up again, breaking
into a stifled sob.

"There's stuff you don't know about," he whispered between gulps of air,
furiously wiping the tears away from his eyes.

"If you mean Mom seeing other guys, I know all about that, Nick.  It's all
gonna be OK," I volunteered.

His eyes widened a bit and I could see that what I'd said was part of what
was upsetting him.

I went on.  "Leda told me, and it doesn't matter, I still like Mom and
we'll figure it out," I added.  "Is that what's bothering you?"

He stared at me for a moment.  "Sort of.  Not really.  I don't know," he
said.

A sudden light went on in my head.

"Are the guys Mom's seeing OK?  Are they OK guys?  Are they nice to you
kids?" I asked.  Nick's face started to crumple into fresh tears again.

"Do you know them?  Have you ever met them?" he asked.

"Nah, I don't know anything about them," I replied.

"Oh," he said, a disheartened expression clouding his face.

"Come on, Nick, tell me what's wrong," I prodded.  "If you don't want to
tell me, is there someone else you can talk to?  Have you talked to your
sister?"  Nick and Leda were fairly close.

He shook his head again, then suddenly burst into hot tears and leaned his
head against me.  I wrapped my arms around him and let him sob into my
chest.

"I don't know what to do," he managed to choke out.  "I don't know what to
do..."

"Are you in trouble?"

"No, I didn't do anything, it's not my fault..."

"What's not your fault, babe?" I asked.

Nick didn't respond, and after a few more seconds he straightened up in the
chair and looked me in the face.  I could see in his eyes that he was
wondering if he could trust me.

"I won't say anything to anybody, Nick.  I promise," I whispered.

He shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.  When he opened his
eyes, he looked at me again and then slightly nodded, as if to say, "OK,
I'll tell you."

"One of Mom's boyfriends keeps saying stuff and doing stuff that bugs me.
I told him to stop it and to leave me alone, but he won't.  He's always
trying to get me alone or finds a way to be alone with me.  Mom really
likes him a lot, probably more than the other guys, and I don't want to
ruin it for her," he said in a sudden rush of words.

"What does this guy say and do that bugs you, Nick?" I asked.  "Tell me
everything,"

"It's embarrassing.  He was really nice at first, bought us stuff and took
us places, made us all laugh a lot.  But then he started telling me how
handsome I was and how sexy I'm gonna be when I grow up.  Now he calls me
`Sexy' whenever no one can hear him.  He creeps me out."

"Does he touch you?" I asked.

Nick looked away and nodded.

"Yeah.  He pats and squeezes my butt all the time, and now he's always
trying to touch my penis," he answered, blushing.  "Yesterday he cornered
me and tried to kiss me on the mouth."

I nodded.  Nothing Nick had told me was very surprising, but the guy's
boldness piqued my interest.  He was either very daring and reckless, or
very stupid.  Either way, I saw a way for Nick to have a little fun at the
guy's expense.

"OK.  OK, Nick.  Thanks for telling me; it's good you told me.  So, this
guy clearly wants to get in your pants, right?"  Nick looked at me blankly.
"He wants to mess around with you sexually."

Nick grimaced and said, "Gross."

"Have you told Mom what he's doing?" I asked.

"No, I don't want to.  But I also don't want him bugging me all the time."

"Right.  So, here's what you do: Next time he says or does something, take
the upper hand.  Tell him `OK, but it's gonna cost you $5,000,
motherfucker.'  That's what I want you to tell him," I said.  "And tell him
that if he tries anything again without $5K in hand, you're gonna tell Mom
about him."

Nick almost laughed when I told him this, but he could tell that I was
serious.

"What if he actually gives me the money?  Then what?" he asked.

"Then you make more conditions he has to meet.  You can frustrate him for a
long time.  Eventually, he'll give up and stop bugging you."

Nick shrugged.

"I don't think that'll stop him.  Yesterday he told me he wants to take
photos of me naked.  Says they'll be artistic and how proud I'll be of
them.  And that he'd take naked pictures of my friends, too, if they
wanted."

His face looked clearer somehow, his eyes less troubled and sad.  He had
needed very badly to tell someone all of this.

"That you could probably do, if you wanted.  He wants the photos so he can
jerk-off to them and sell or share them. So don't let him take any pics for
free, charge the hell out of him," I said.  "He'll either drop it, or he'll
pay, and you'll be a lot richer."

"How much would I make, I wonder?" Nick murmured.

"I wouldn't do it for less than three thousand bucks, dude," I answered.
"He knows what he's doing is totally illegal, so you've got him wrapped
around your little finger."

Nick half-grinned when I told him that.  Then he actually laughed a bit.

"I should.  I should make him give me money every time he tries anything."

"Now you're thinking!" I answered, ruffling his hair.

He had stopped crying by now, and we joked a bit about how stupid this guy
must be.  I decided to push our new-found camaraderie a bit more and asked
him if he wanted to come over to hang out with me and Sam for a while.  I
figured it'd do him good to get out of the house and spend some time with
us.

Surprisingly, he agreed.  I hadn't really expected that he'd say yes, but
now that he had I decided to call Sam and let him know I was on my way
home, with Nick in tow.  Mostly, I wanted to make sure Sam wasn't fucking
Leda when we arrived and that none of our young buddies were there hanging
out or having sex with some girl.  No one was there, as it turned out, but
Sam didn't sound too excited at the prospect of having his little brother
visit.  But he could tell by the sound of my voice that something exciting
was up, so be got curious and said, "Bring it on!"

On the short drive over, I encouraged Nick to confide in Sam and tell him
everything just like he'd told me.  I promised him Sam would be supportive
and would keep his mouth shut.  He agreed, if a bit reluctantly.

When we walked in, Sam was sprawled on the sofa in the living room doing
homework and smoking a joint.  He was wearing a thin pair of ratty sweat
shorts and an old, frayed wife-beater.  I could see the tip of his dick
peeking out from the leg of his shorts.  If Nick noticed it, he didn't
react.

"Hey, Nick, what's up, bro?" Sam said, making room on the sofa for his
brother.

"What's up," he replied, sitting next to Sam.  "Dude, this place is
awesome.  You like having your own place?"

"Dude, it's amazing.  J.J. and I have fun all the time.  Want something to
drink?"

"Nah, I'm good," Nick replied.

"Wanna get high?" Sam asked, offering the joint to Nick.

To our surprise, Nick hesitated before answering, and when he did, he said,
"OK."

Sam and I raised our eyebrows and looked at each other, both of us saying
"Whoa!"  Nick smiled sheepishly as he took the joint from Sam.

"I've never done this before," he said.

"Just inhale and hold it in.  Don't inhale too much until you get used to
it," Sam coached him.

After some initial failed attempts and bouts of coughing, Nick was able to
learn the skill of smoking a joint and the three of us finished it off.

Nick had a dreamy expression on his face and his eyes looked a bit flat.  I
knew he was baked before he knew it himself.  He still hadn't mentioned
what was going on at home, so we all laughed and joked around for a bit.
Nick seemed comfortable and more talkative than I'd ever known him to be.

When he stood up to go use the bathroom, he swayed and lost his balance,
sitting back down heavily on the sofa.

He said, "Wow..!" drawing the word out until he started giggling and then
laughing loudly, calming down for a few seconds and then bursting into
helpless laughter again.  It was infectious, and we all joined in, laughing
at how stoned Nick was and enjoying seeing him baked for the first time in
his life.

The sensations of being high were brand new to him and he was mesmerized by
the experience.  When he got up from the sofa again, still laughing, he
moved awkwardly to the front door and laid down with his head facing the
door, gazing up at the door knob.

Sam and I were fascinated.

Still laughing, Nick said, "I never realized how amazing door knobs look
from below.  I've never really thought about them before.  They're really
awesome.  Aren't they awesome?" he said.

Sam and I looked at each other and beamed proudly.  "Dude, you are so
stoned!" Sam said, sharing his happiness with Nick.

"You like it, Nick, how you feel?" I asked.

Giggling away, he said, "Oh my god, yes!  Everything's amazing and
hilarious and, like, I can see things in ways I never thought about before.
Yeah, I love this, all of it!"

I already thought a thousand times more highly of Nick than I had that
morning.  I was so happy to see him break out of his anti-drug shell and
enjoy himself.  I knew he'd have the munchies in minutes, so I got up and
went into the kitchen to start dinner.

"Tell your brother about what's happening, Nick.  I'm gonna go make dinner,
and you're staying to eat it, OK?"

Smiling at me, his eyes at half-mast, he said, "OK."

I liked having Nick there.  It felt good to finally feel comfortable
hanging out together, to finally make a connection with my other boy.

The sound of busy voices from the living room made me feel good, too.  Sam
and Nick were talking easily and amicably, and I hoped that Nick was
telling his brother about being hit-on by Mom's pervy boyfriend.  I
wondered how Sam would react, what he'd say to Nick about his situation.

While I was cooking, Sam came into the kitchen to get a beer out of the
refrigerator.  I noticed that he had two in hand when he closed the door.
We looked at each other and grinned.

"For Nicky?" I asked, nodding at the second beer.

"Yep," Sam said.  We smiled at each other like proud parents, which made us
laugh.

"You guys all right in there?  What are you talking about?" I asked.

Sam smiled more broadly at me, and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?", as
he turned to go back into the living room.

"Wait," I said.  "Has he told you about Mom's boyfriend?"

"About being felt-up by the perv?  Oh, yeah.  No big deal; I told him what
to do."

"What'd you tell him?" I asked, slightly worried by what Sam might have
suggested.

"At first, I told him to tell Mom and call the cops.  But as soon as I said
it, I knew it was a bad idea.  So, then I told him NOT to tell Mom and
definitely NOT to call the cops, and that we'd handle it, me and you, that
we'd protect him," he said in a hushed voice.

I felt a little relieved.  "OK, yeah; good," I said, and went back to
cooking as Sam gave my cheek a quick kiss, squeezed my junk, then left the
kitchen.

This was basically what I'd been thinking, too.  I wanted to meet this guy
and feel him out.  There might be more to him than just a run-of-mill
pervert looking to molest a few boys, and if so, I meant to make the most
of it.

In the meantime, I would repeat my instructions about what Nick should do
when the guy tried or said anything again.  Plus, I wanted to add a couple
of important details.

In the meantime, dinner was ready, and I called my boys into the dining
area.

Nick ate like he hadn't eaten in a week.  He giggled and talked a lot while
we ate, and I teased him about having the munchies.

At one point during dinner, Nick told us about some friends from school who
had gone to a crazy party a couple of weeks past, where they had taken
drugs and had sex with older kids.  Sam and I exchanged sly looks, smiling
at Nick's reactions to what the kids had told him about the party.  He
wasn't bothered by it, but he was nevertheless shocked and a bit
intimidated by what they'd related.

"Did they invite you to come along?" I asked Nick.

"Nah, I heard about it afterwards," he replied.  "But they said I should
come with them next time."

"Will you?" Sam asked.

Nick shrugged.  "Probably.  Sounds pretty freaky.  I just want to check it
out."

"Good," I said.  "It'd be good for you, Nicky.  I bet you'd have fun."

He just smiled and shrugged again as he dug into what was left of his
dinner.

Sam was eyeing Nick in a peculiar way.

"You got hair on your junk yet?" he asked.

"Yeah, some," Nick answered.

"Can you cum yet?"

"A little," he replied, blushing a bit.  Cute as hell.

"I started cumming when I was 12," Sam volunteered.

"I could cum when I was 11," I said.  "Sam was born when I was 12.  I
couldn't cum much, but it was enough to get Mom pregnant," I added,
laughing at the memory.

I scooped out three bowls of chocolate ice cream and told the boys to take
them into the living room.  We lounged on the sofa and mattresses and
enjoyed our dessert.

When I was finished with mine, I rolled a fat joint and lit it, watching
Sam and Nick clean their bowls.  Nick had a little chocolate mustache that
made him look like a little kid.

I offered him the joint and he immediately took it from me, sucking on it
more deeply than before.  He took a couple more hits from it before Sam
laughed and said, "Don't hog it, bro!"  Nick smiled and finally exhaled as
he handed the joint to Sam.

He got more stoned this time and got the giggles again, but he got it under
control in no time.  I asked him if he wanted another beer and he beamed at
me, nodding.

Out of nowhere, Sam asked Nick, "Who's got the biggest dick in your group?"

"I don't know!" he laughed.  "I haven't seen their dicks, dude!  Well,
actually, I've seen Brian's, but that's all."  Then he added, "I'm bigger
than him."

I took a deep hit on the joint.  "Does Brian have pubes yet?" I rasped out,
still holding in the potent smoke.

"Not much.  A little," Nick said.

"Which of you has more?" Sam asked.

"Probably about the same."

"Let me see your dick; let me see how much hair you got, bro" Sam said,
casually and matter-of-factly.

Without any hesitation at all, Nick stood up, unbelted his jeans, and
pulled down his pants and tighty-whities, hiking up his t-shirt a bit.

His dick was so small, a little boy's dick.  He was soft, and it was two,
maybe three inches long.  There was a light fringe of brown hair forming
around his cock, and his plump balls were still completely smooth.

"See?" he said, gazing down at himself.

"Yep, it's started, bro.  Pretty soon it's gonna get a lot hairier.  And
bigger," Sam said.  "Here, I'll show you mine, you can see what I mean.
I'm only four years older."

"'Kay," Nick said as Sam pulled his thin shorts down and exposed himself to
his little brother.  The sight of them together, showing off their dicks to
each other, made my head swim.

"And when you get even older, you'll probably be as hairy as J.J.  I will,
too, probably.  Show him, dude," Sam said to me.

Nick turned his fascinated eyes to me, waiting for me to show him my hairy
junk.  I couldn't believe this was happening, but Sam was suggesting all
the right things and Nick was happy to follow.

I stood up and pulled my work pants down to my knees.  I wasn't wearing
underwear, so my hairy dick sprang out like an attack dog.  I pulled my
t-shirt up with one hand, and pulled my balls up with the other, showing
Nick how hairy they were.

"Take your shirt off, dude, so he can see how hairy you are," Sam said.
Then he turned to watch Nick, whose eyes were glued to me.

I whipped it off and tossed it aside.  I could smell my potent sweat and
knew they could, too.  I could feel my cock start to bloat.

"Turn around so he can see your ass, dude," Sam said.  "Even his butt's
hairy," he said to Nick, and they began giggling.

I turned my back to them and let them look at my fuzzy ass.  I even bent
over to expose my hairy crack and asshole to them, briefly.  Nick laughed
loudly when I did that.

"Eww!  Even your butthole's hairy!" he cackled.

"Told you," Sam said.

By now, my cock was half-hard, throbbing as it became engorged, bouncing up
and down a bit.  Nick's eyes opened wide, staring at the size of my dick as
it rapidly hardened.

"Jeez...," he muttered, smiling with a child's wonder and awe.

"I'm nearly as big," Sam said, touching Nick's arm to get his attention.
When Nick glanced over at him, he saw that Sam's dick was already
completely hard.  He giggled and covered his eyes, falling back into the
sofa.

"You guys are too big!" he laughed.  "Am I really gonna get that big and
hairy?"

I laughed and nodded at him.  "More than likely, dude," I said.

Nick grinned.  "Cool..."

Again, Sam pushed the envelope.

"Wanna see me cum?" he asked.  "Show me how much you can cum, and I'll show
you.  We'll compare."

Nick blushed fire-engine-red and laughed a bit.  I could tell he was
getting spooked, so I spoke up.

"It's OK, we're family," I said, laughing it off.

Nick accepted that and sighed theatrically, though he was still giggling.
"OK, but you have to do it at the same time," he said to Sam before looking
at me.

I shrugged like it was no big deal and started beating off.  Sam joined in,
and Nick wrapped his fingers around his little prick and started diddling
away at it.

I sat down and leaned back on the mattress closest to the sofa, where Sam
and Nick sat side-by-side.  Sam and I were now shirtless, but Nick still
had his t-shirt on.  He kept glancing back and forth between Sam and I,
occasionally looking up at our faces, smiling and enjoying the bonding.

Sam shot his load first, sending three jets of hot sperm into the air
before they splattered onto his chest and Nick's upper arm.  Nick squealed
in mock horror, but then immediately went back to focusing on his own dick.

When he was about to cum, he stood up fast and bucked his bony hips into
his fist a few times.  His entire body shuddered and spasmed as he grunted
and sighed.  A few drops of milky semen gathered and dribbled onto his
fist.  Nick sat back down and writhed on the sofa, clearly having an
intense orgasm.

The sight of him leaning heavily against Sam sent me over the edge.  I
growled out that I was going to cum and then out shot five rapid-fire
blasts halfway across the floor.  Nick gasped when he saw how hard and fast
the sperm rocketed out of my dick.  Sam cheered.

When we'd all emptied our balls, Sam smeared his cum into his skin as his
little brother watched him closely, scrunching up his nose.  I shook my
dick off a few times, sending cum droplets flying and making Nick giggle.

I pulled my pants back up and Sam did the same with his shorts.  Nick
followed suit and we sat there smiling at each other, basking in the
afterglow, dazed and thoroughly relaxed.

"I can suck my own dick," Sam announced.  There was a bragging tone in his
voice, and I knew this was meant to prod his brother into further fun.

Nick guffawed and told Sam to prove it.

"Nah, not tonight.  But I'll show you sometime, it's pretty amazing," he
replied lackadaisically.

"Can you do any tricks like that?" I asked Nick.

"Nope.  I don't think so.  I don't know, really," he said.

"You should try it when your dick gets bigger, maybe you can do it, too,"
Sam casually suggested.

I was about to volunteer that I could fuck myself, but then thought better
of it.

Sam was on a roll.

"You had your dick sucked yet?" he asked.

Nick giggled again.  "Nope.  Jeez, I'm not even 12 yet!"

I said, "Mom sucked my dick for the first time when I was nine."

"How old was Mom?" Nick asked.

"12.  Three years older than me," I replied.

There was a pause in the conversation.  The room felt fraught with a good
kind of tension, an electricity that we all seemed to feel.

"How much do you jerk-off, bro?" Sam asked.

Nick smiled and started blushing again.  "I don't know; a lot," he
volunteered.

"Has the perv ever caught you doing it?"

"Eww, no.  At least I sure hope not," Nick answered.

"You ever jerk-off with a buddy?"  Sam was almost interrogating Nick.

"Uh-huh.  Me and Brian do it sometimes, when we feel like it."

"Cool," I said, a bit too loudly.  I'd said it almost involuntarily.

My phone suddenly rang, breaking the spell or mood or whatever it was that
had us in its grip.

It was Jenny, trying to locate Nick.  When I told her he was with us and
had already eaten dinner, she got angry and yelled at me for not calling
her to let her know Nick was OK.  She asked to speak to him, so I handed
him the phone.

We could hear Jenny berating Nick for leaving the house without leaving a
note saying where he was going.  He kept apologizing, but it took Mom a
while to calm down.  Eventually, the call ended on a pleasant enough note.

Handing my phone back to me, Nick looked me in the eyes and I could see him
winding up to ask something.

"Would it be OK if I spent the night?  I don't wanna go home.  I'm stoned
and drunk, and Mom will ground me if she finds out."  Nick looked at Sam
and I with wide, pleading eyes.

Without pausing to consider, both Sam and I said "sure" simultaneously, and
I called Jenny back to say Nick was spending the night.  I guaranteed her
that I would drop him off at the house on my way to work in the morning.
That would still give him plenty of time to get ready for school.  Somewhat
reluctantly, Jenny agreed.

When I got off the phone, Nick cheered when I told him it was OK.  Sam
seemed to be happy about Nick's spending the night, too.

"It's fun here, being with you guys.  I wish I could live here," Nick said
quietly.

"It gets pretty loud and crazy here, Nick.  I don't think you'd like it," I
replied.

He looked crestfallen.  Sam spoke up.

"Lots of our friends come by all the time, bro, and they all do drugs.
Lots of weed, lots of alcohol, lots of everything.  Sex, too," he
explained.  "It might freak you out, dude.  It gets pretty intense."

Nick's expression was one of slight bewilderment.

"I could handle that, it sounds fun.  Why do you think it would freak me
out?  I can take care of myself," he said, a faint hint of defiance in his
voice.

"Why don't you come to one of our parties, and then you can see for
yourself?  We have `em every weekend," I suggested.

"You sure about that, bro?" Sam asked me.

"Sure; it'll be fine," I answered.

Sam raised his eyebrows.  "Okay, if you say so.  But you can't wuss out,
Nick, you can't be a big baby and run home to Mom and freak out because of
what people may be doing," he said.

"I won't, I promise," Nick replied.  He was grinning like a fool, his eyes
bright and shiny.  "I'm not a little kid anymore, ya know.  I know about
some stuff."

I rolled one more joint before we went to bed, and we smoked it as we
figured out where Nick would sleep.  I offered him my bedroom, but he
wanted to sleep in the living room on one of the mattresses.  We hauled out
extra blankets and pillows and got his bed ready for him.

All of us were getting sleepy, so we lounged on Nick's mattress and turned
the TV on.  I asked Nick if he watched porn, and he said "yes".  So, I
offered to put on some porn if he wanted to see some.  He did, and I asked
him "What flavor?"

He furrowed his brow and said, "Huh?"

"Straight, gay, or something else," I explained.

"Straight!  I wanna see girls!" he chirped.

I put a hardcore bisex vid on for him, and we said good-night.  Sam and I
went to our room and closed the door behind us.  I didn't even bother
pretending to go to my own room.  I figured Nick wasn't paying close enough
attention to even notice that Sam and I were sleeping in one room, and,
hence, in the room's one bed.

"Why'd you tell Nick he can come to our parties?" Sam asked.  He looked
pretty riled up.

"It'll be fine," I answered.

"How do you know?  You know he'll blab to somebody, and then what?  Jesus!"

"Bro, chill.  Trust me; I know what I'm doing," I said.

Sam just gave me a hard look, but otherwise he dropped the subject.

"You gotta get him up to speed, bro, and it's gotta be fast.  But gently,"
I said to him.

"Get him up to speed how?"

"You know, talk about sex a lot with him, keep him horny all the time,
jerk-off with him, like you did tonight.  He'll get super-comfortable with
you and trust your judgement and opinions.  Same with me, though I'm gonna
take a slightly different approach.  You'll see," I said.

"If he gets super-stoned or drunk, he'll want to join in the fun on
weekends --"

"And if he's been prepped properly and feels comfortable doing whatever
we're doing, he'll not only want to join in -- he won't want to chance
losing his party house by blabbing. Same as with the other kids.  He won't
blab, trust me," I said.

Sam nodded and then smiled at me.  He looked so beautiful and innocent, so
wholesome and pure-minded.  I chuckled out loud at the thought, then held
out my arms to him.

"Come here, bro, give me a kiss," I said.

"Fag," Sam muttered as he smiled and rose from our bed and moved into my
arms.  He pressed himself into me so hard and insistently that he knocked
us off balance and we fell onto the bed.

We kissed hard and deep for a few minutes, during which time we managed
somehow to get each other naked.

Sam was crawling all over me, rubbing and sliding his body all over mine.
Our cocks were pressed tightly against each other and our stomachs.  Both
of us were pumping out pre-cum like crazy, and all the slipping and sliding
brought us to the point of shooting nearly simultaneously.  But it was
happening too fast, so we separated our naked bodies and took a break.

He lit a smoke and leaned back against the headboard.  Crossing his arms
behind his head, cigarette dangling from his perfect lips, he looked like a
choirboy pretending to be tough.  His exposed armpits showed moist whorls
of dark hair, emanating their familiar, acrid aroma.  He gave his pits a
long, luxuriating sniff and started gently stroking his dick.

"I wonder if Nick's asleep yet," I said.

"Probably," Sam replied.  "He's pretty wasted."

"We should baptize him," I snickered.

"Huh?

"Shoot our jizz on him while he's sleeping.  Like I used to do to you when
you were a kid."

Sam laughed.  "Hell yeah!  Let's."

"Go see if he's asleep."

"Fuck off, you go see," he said, already starting to jerk-off in
preparation for Nick's `baptism'.

"Dickwad," I growled.  "All right, I gotta take a piss anyway."

"Bring me back a beer," he said to me as I was halfway out the door.  I
stopped and came back inside, closing it again.

"Bro, seriously?  You gotta go to school tomorrow, aren't you fucked-up
enough yet?" I said.

"No! No, I'm not.  Either bring me a beer or roll another joint, dude.
C'mon, don't be a dick.  Anyway, I thought it would be good for me and Nick
to skip school tomorrow and spend the day together so I can start training
him."

That made me stop and think for a minute.  I'd have to tell Jenny something
about why Nick hadn't gone to school, but I could figure that out.  Sam
rarely missed school, much to my surprise, so he definitely had a day off
coming to him.  And it did seem like a perfect opportunity for Sam to start
getting Nick `up to speed'.

I said, "OK.  That's a really good idea, dude.  I'll bring you back a
beer."

I left our bedroom door part-way open when I went to take care of business
and check on Nick.

First, I hit the bathroom and took a long, satisfying piss.  By leaving the
bathroom light on and the door ajar, the light shone on the hallway wall
and guided me into the pitch-black living room.  I could see a corner of
Nick's mattress and his blanket-covered legs.

I moved silently into the room and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Soon, I could see pretty clearly that Nick was sound asleep and had passed
out while he was masturbating.  I pulled the blanket gently down his body
to uncover him.  His tighty-whities were balled up on the floor, but he
still had his t-shirt on.  His hand was cupping his tiny dick and his legs
were sprawled open.  I sighed contentedly and went back to our bedroom
after grabbing my stash and a beer from the `fridge.

Sam was on his stomach humping his pillow when I came into our room.  He
stopped what he was doing and rolled onto his back.  I handed him the beer,
after cracking it and taking a swig myself.

"Is he asleep?" Sam asked.

"Yep.  Looks like he was jerking off again.  He's in a perfect position to
get baptized."

Sam laughed low and dirty, deep in his throat.

"First let's get ourselves close and then we'll finish up in the living
room," I said.

Sam smiled eagerly.  "Let's fuck, dude; I wanna fuck."

He threw his legs up and exposed his asshole to me.  Stroking my cock with
one hand while I fingered his hole with the other, I draped myself over him
and stuck my cock up his ass.  Sam moaned loudly and I shoved into him
hard.  He gave a sharp yelp and then started groaning and keening as I
thrust into him over and over.

When I was close to cumming, I pulled out of his shitter and got up on all
fours.  Sam scrambled up onto his knees and forced his rigid prick up my
ass.  I spasmed and yelled out, but Sam didn't care.  He quickly picked up
his fuck-speed and rabbit-fucked me until I was nearly screaming in
response to his pounding.

When he pulled his dick out of my ass, we both got up and went quietly into
the living room.  Nick had rolled over onto his side, but he still made a
perfect target for his baptism.

As we stood side-by-side, I could smell our ass-slimed cocks as we warmed
them in our frenzied fists.  I loved the smell of Sam's ass on my dick at
any time, but especially when I was jerking off.  Sam told me he loved
smelling my ass on his cock, too.  The fertile aroma made us cum harder and
farther than usual.

We both reached over and masturbated each other until we were close to
spewing our nut.  When we could feel our balls start to roil and our cum
was ready to boil over and erupt from our dirty pricks, we went back to
jacking ourselves to climax.

With a half-dozen more strokes, I bent my knees, leaned back a bit, and
thrust my spurting cock forward as jets of hot cum rained down on Nick's
bare legs and his t-shirt.  Sam elbowed me out of the way and bent over
Nick as close as he could get without waking him up.

With a few deep, whispered moans, his cum shot out and slimed the side of
Nick's face, hair, and pillow.  We kissed deeply as we shook the final
drops of jizz from our cocks.

In the morning, I was up well before the boys.  As I was getting ready to
leave for work, I examined Nick and could see our dried cum on his face and
t-shirt.  I knew his legs must have a lot of dried nut on them, too, but I
didn't want to disturb him by pulling down his blanket so I could see for
myself.

I wrote a quick note for Nick, telling him to stay home from school and
spend the day with his brother.  I also wrote that I'd contact Mom and
explain why he hadn't gone to school that day.

On the way to work I wondered what Sam would get up to with Nick all day.
I hoped that he'd have his brother fairly well broken-in by the time I got
home.  I also called Jenny and let her know that I had given permission for
the boys to stay home from school because they both had nearly perfect
attendance, I wanted them to spend some time together, and that we'd been
up late talking the night before.  I knew I'd hear from her later, once
she'd listened to her messages.