Date: Wed, 2 May 2007 12:45:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: LJ
Subject: The Three Ms, chapter1 (b/b/g bi yf 9-12)

Copyright 2007 by LJ; all rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting preteen
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The three Ms chapter 1

Story codes: b/b mast bi preteen

	I could not get Michelle right away, so I got her two brothers
instead.  The summer I turned ten I became a very accomplished little stud.
I graduated from jacking off under the covers at night to actually fucking
Michel, and Michael.  The three kids were from a weird sort of family.  I
don't quite know what religion they took part of because it was not a
conventional one.  But I can surely tell you that the kids were certainly
not at all shy about sex.

	The oldest was Mitchel.  He was twelve, and about five feet two
inches tall.  Then was Michelle, she was the middle, and only girl and my
age.  Then the youngest one was Michael.  An Athletic boy of nine as tall
as I was.

	That summer I was already stretching out to five feet, and he was
as tall as me.  I will start with him as he was the conduit for me getting
into the two other kids' pants.

	Michael loved soccer and swimming.  They owned a swimming pool, and
it became our hang out that summer.  I learned to swim pretty much under
his instructions having not had any prior swimming classes.  By the end of
the summer I was quite an accomplished swimmer, and had pretty good lung
capacity for diving.

	We were sitting on a couple of lawn chairs resting after a while of
frolicking in the pool around the second week of our playing in his
pool. As I looked at his swimming trunks around his crotch area I noticed
that he had suddenly sprung a woody.  I being the horny little ten-year-old
that I was immediately wanted to check it out.  So I took the opportunity
right away to reach out and give it a squeeze.

	"Hey!"  Michael squealed, and immediately made a grab for my
crotch.  This started a sudden catch me game, and he being faster than I
caused me to fall into the pool as I tried dodging him.

	For a moment I think he was concerned as I came up coughing and
sputtering because he jumped in after me and quickly grabbed me.  I was
quite surprised, in a good way of the way he grabbed me.  He actually threw
his arms around my middle and started to drag me towards the steps leading
out of the pool.

	"You okay?" He asked genuinely concerned with his face only inches
from mine.  I could actually see fear in his brown eyes as he continue to
hold me.  I still did my best to catch my breath, but despite my situation
I felt my cock harden under the water.  I felt an immediate feeling of
butter flies dancing and fluttering in my tummy as he held me.  I became
acutely aware of his warmth, and of the way his breath smelled.  It was
such a sweet scent, almost like mango.  His little arms felt strong and
comforting to me.  I think he must have divined my thoughts and feelings as
he stared into my eyes because he suddenly softened his grip and just moved
closer to press against me.

	"I thought you were drowning." He says in a lower voice next to my
ear.

	"I was." I answer.  "I couldn't catch my breath."

	His right arm is still around me, so I take the opportunity to
drape my own left arm around his waist.  The water is up to our chests in
this area, so our arms are still under the water.  I look at him so close
to me and my dick jumps in my trunks.

	"Want to get out for a while and go to my room?"  He asks quietly
as if somebody could hear us.

	"Yeah, I guess." I answer and let go of him.  He suddenly bounds
out of the pool and quickly runs to grab his towel which is draped over the
back of the lawn chair he was sitting on earlier.  I follow and grab mine
from the floor next to my chair.  During our game it had fallen, and I was
glad it was not wet.  With the towels wrapped around us to prevent our
dripping suits from dripping over the carpet, we run up the stairs and into
his room.

	His room is not as much of a mess as mine is, though he has a few
comic books scattered around.  That and last night's clothes on the floor
at the foot of his made up bed.  Quite the contrast.  I hear the door close
and being locked behind me, and my tummy feels those butter flies again.  I
also note that my ball sac seems to be tightening.  He walks to his bed and
removing his towel, he places it on the bed.  Then he yanks his swim trunks
off just like that.  He wraps them with his towel, and turns to look at me.
His hard on is gone, but I can see his little dick pointing forward laying
on his drawn up little sac.

	"Aren't you going to get out of those?  They are all wet." He asks
pointing to my trunks.  My mouth must have been open wide because he
suddenly laughs.

	"What?" He asks.  I blush and quickly turn away to lower my trunks.
Bad move.  I feel a stinging slap to my bubble butt which makes me jump.  I
turn and almost trip with my trunks around my legs.

	"I am going to get you for that.!" I say, and quickly jerk the
trunks the rest of the way down.  I toss them at him prompting him to laugh
again.  Then suddenly with that speed and suddenness of his he has me by
the arms.

	"Got you!" He cries out again standing so close to me.  His hands
feel warm on my upper arms where he has hold of me.  Again I can smell his
breath, and his eyes seem to spark as I look into them.  My cock betrays my
feelings and suddenly stands up to its full almost four inches.  I must
have forgotten to mention that I been jacking off for four years.  I had my
first orgasm when I was six.  My cock was then almost two inches.  Then at
seven I had a little growth spurt, and I gain a few inches in height, as
well as on my dick.  Then this last year my cock seems to have gotten
slightly longer again.

	"Wow!  Check that out!" He cries out as he looks down at my cock.
I again blush and am about to try to pull away and he lets go of my arm,
and with his right hand reaches down to grasp my hard cock.  He does it
with such tenderness as if he were about to touch an area that was hurting.
The coolness of the room against my still drying skin contrasts sharply
with the sudden heat of his fingers which seem over heated to me.  For a
moment he holds my cock in his hand, then he explores its length with a
soft touch that evokes a sudden moan from my throat.

	"Yours is bigger than mine, look." He says then lets go of my other
arm and takes my hand to bring it to his suddenly hard little cock.  Okay,
not that little.  He is probably three inches, but very hard and as wide as
my own.  Like me, he is uncut and his little cock stands straight up
pointing to the ceiling.  The moment I grasp his cock I feel a shiver go
through me, and my whole body trembles as if hit with a splash of icy
water.  There is something mysterious and magnetic that draws my hand to
explore, to get a good feel of his boy cock.

	During my masturbation sessions each night, I had thought of
Michelle, the so pretty fifth grader who sat two seats away to my left in
class.  She was his sister and my biggest crush through out the whole year.
I dreamed of doing it with her, of kissing her, and feeling her up.  I
would call out her name as I exploded it my blissful dry orgasms which made
my toes curl. Images of our bodies tangled on the bed, with my fourh inches
of boy meat pistoning in and out of her sweet and juicy twat made me
delirious with pleasure.

But now, at the hands of Michael; alluring, athletic little Michael, I felt
something new.  A feeling of acceptance and of sharing unlike anything I
had ever felt in my ten years of walking this earth. It was a feeling of
indescribable joy and equality.  I would later classify this as the finding
of a soul brother.  And Mike for his part must have felt the same way
because his little hand was doing things to my cock that I could not in my
wildest dreams could have imagined it could feel.  His hot little hand
moves slowly all around my hard cock feeling it as if it was the first time
he had discovered what a cock was.  Then with out warning he grasps my cock
in three little fingers and starts to move the skin up and down in that
slow deliciously erotic speed that only elementary school age little boys
know how to use.  A very rhythmic and steady movement almost metronomic and
scientific in its length on each stroke.  This time I did moan and my legs
almost gave away from under me.  Just like that he stops and takes my hand.
He leads me to the bed where he lays down.

	"You are going to like this.  It feels so good." He whispers as he
lays next to me, and then turning on his side, he grasps my cock again to
resume his sweet rubbing of it.  One of his legs moves so that his knee is
lifting and laying on my leg, and his little hand is moving with such a
skill, and such a precise motion up and down, up and down so that the end
of my penis is being stimulated as the foreskin moves up and down over the
hidden little head.  His knee feels warm and I feel very close to him.  His
so skillful manipulating of my cock is making me press closer, and seeking
his body warmth.  My pelvis lifts and falls, lifts and falls trying to
derive as much stimulation from Mike's hand.  I am panting, and making
little weird childish noises which I am completely unable to even stop
myself from making.  It feels just too good to keep quiet.  Then my first
orgasm at the hands of anybody other than myself comes over me.  I give a
very childish grunt that should have brought somebody running up stairs had
there been anybody in the house.  Then I give another one, and another, and
another which almost sounds strangled as I feel my cock actually jump and
twitch with the hardest spasms I have ever felt it do.  The so sweet itchy
tickles flood my system with joy and pleasure that only a child discovering
love for the first time can experience.  The almost divine tickles that
only a boy before puberty can feel.

	I am shaky and panting when he finally stops, his hand cupped over
my still hard cock as he watches me and waits for me to get my breath back.
Then he just drapes his arms around me and moves his face close to mine
waiting for me to recover.

	"That was so fun!" I say after a while.  I am feeling a bit groggy
after such an intense orgasm, but my breath is back to normal.  He just
smiles at me and lets go to turn and lay on his back.  His little cock is
still very hard and he waists no time in moving his right hand to it.  He
makes a fist around it with his little hand and starts the same up and down
motion he had going on me when he started masturbating me.  His little face
acquires a look of concentration and absolute rapture. I can help but stare
opened mouthed.  There is suddenly something so magical about watching Mike
masturbating, about watching a boy a year younger actually doing it.  My
own cock comes back to full hardness in a few heart beats even as I feel
the bed shake with Mikes deliberate and so precise rhythmic strokes.

	I can hear Mike start to let out quiet little pants as he jacks his
nine-year-old cock for us.  I also can't help but feel that he is somehow
putting on a show for me.  As if to show me just how lucky he is to be able
to have such a great technique for jacking off, first me, then himself.  As
the bed moves, shaking gently to his elementary schooler masturbation I
feel my own little ball sac itch and tingle, even as it draws up in
anticipation of another orgasm.

	My eyes are glued to Mike's pumping little fist, and from time to
time they travel up to his angelic little face.  His little mouth is opened
letting his breath come in and out in short little pants of pleasure.  His
eyes are staring blankly up at the ceiling, and his little fist keeps
pumping and pumping.  Up and down, up and down it goes in that so sweet
motion.  I can see his little ball sac moving with his strokes tightly
jiggling.  Then he stops for a moment to let his little arm rest.  He is
still, just laying there savoring the glow of his approaching child climax.

	A moment later he starts to pound his little cock. Ee starts
slowly, and picks up speed with in about ten strokes.  Then I can actually
hear his little fist start to smack against his hairless pelvis.  To see a
child masturbate is hypnotic enough, but to actually listen to the sounds
of one completely enjoying his body is absolute rapture.  The delicious
slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap of his nine-year-old boy
masturbation fill my ears and my senses as the bed shakes.  He starts to
pant harder as he starts to no doubt feel the feeling of his impending
orgasm.  Then his speed increases.  He truly starts to pound his little boy
cock at warp speed shaking both of us on the bed, and making me reach for
my own ten-year-old stiffy to imitate him.  Yet even as I grab my cock he
beats me to it.  Racing his little pelvis off the bed to feed as much as he
can to his little nine-year-old fist, he explodes with a childish grunt
into the most spectacular orgasm I had ever witnessed.

	"Hnnn!  Hrrr! Hun! Hun!! Hun!!! UMMMM!!!!!"  He cries out lost in
the magic of childhood orgasm.  The pure and sweet delight of an elementary
schooler's dry orgasm which shakes his whole body.  The constant slap slap
slap slap sound of his pounding fills the room even as it starts to slow
down as he winds down.  His face is deep red, his head is turning left and
right, then racing only to fall back on the bed as he gives into his
feelings of pleasure.  The magic tickles that children learn to love so
much.

	Finally he stops his pumping, his hands falling to either side of
his hips.  I can see the tip of his little cock has turned red from the
intense rubbing.  His mouth is still open, and he is still panting for
breath.

	"Dang dude!  That must have been awesome!" I exclaim.  My hand is
still around my boy cock, but I am still mesmerized by the display of such
complete bliss I have just witnessed to the point where I have forgotten to
rub myself.

	I wait till he starts to recover his breath, then smile at him as
he bounds up off of the bed.

	"I have to pee!" He says happily.  I follow him suddenly aware of
my own need.

	"Wait up, me too!" I say.  I need not have bothered, he opens his
bedroom door, and we both run into his bathroom.  He gets there ahead of me
and lifting the toilet seat he just lets go.  I join him and stepping to
the side I start to urinate as well, our streams crossing.  He starts
making blaster noises as our streams cross causing me to laugh and almost
miss the center of the toilet bowl where I am trying to aim.

	We get done at about the same time and move over to the sink to
wash our hands.

	We have just laid back on his bed still naked.  We are both slowly
masturbating together, our little hands just slowly pumping and rubbing
trying to get things heated up again when we hear the front door bang.  I
cannot even begin to think of what to do before I hear a thumping as
somebody is running up the stairs.

	"Mike!" The voice of Mitch calling out gets louder as he comes
closer.  I think Mike thought the door was locked because he just lays
there as if he had not a care in the world, his little fist around his hard
little cock.

	Suddenly the door bursts open.

	"Hey Mike!  Guess what, mom bought fried chicken!---" "oh--"
Mitch's voice is cut in mid sentence as he sees what we are doing.  For a
moment his eyes go wide, then he breaks into a smile.  Deliberately and
with a widening grin he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
Then he makes his way towards the bed and us.  I can see a look of
anticipation in his brown eyes as he comes closer.

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