Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 08:35:58 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Brazen Brothers I actually had a dream about these two boys. In it there were some five episodes where they groped my crotch through my shorts just as I describe in the story. The groping were progressive in duration and brazenness until the last part of the dream where I simply lay still while one of them put his hand up the leg of my shorts and felt my stuff while the other one watched. It never went farther than that but I did wake up with a tremendous hard on and immediately began writing this story. Well, almost immediately. Hope you like it. Hugs Tag_m I had leased the two bedroom cottage for the three months that I was on "sick leave" and vacation. I'd Chosen Costa Rica for a variety of reasons, none of which I'm going to go into other than the fact that I was considering retiring there. Granted that long awaited time wasn't for another fifteen years or so but if I could make it happen I would be retiring a good ten years short of the usual retirement age in the U.S. I'd been looking at the country since I was a teen because of a school mate in eight grade who had moved from there. The stories he told about the weather, beaches, the jungle, the animals and everything else sparked my teenage imagination and desires and I'd had a fixation on it from then on. I had gotten wind of a house from a co-worker who had a friend who had a friend sort of deal. A phone call or two were made. The initial house wasn't available but apparently another one in the area was and would I be interested even though it was at least four miles outside of Jaco where the other house was. The second house was actually a two bedroom cottage that was just off of a much larger estate villa and as it turned out it wasn't much but it was clean and the degree of bugs seemed to be at a minimum. I wasn't a huge bug fan but if I was planning on living in a tropical country I knew I'd best get used to them. My landlady was an elderly woman, although she looked older than her actual sixty one years. The cottage had been occupied until recently by her daughter, son-in-law and their two boys until they had moved to San Jose to find decent work, not an uncommon decision in that area. Andrea, pronounced Ahn-dray-ah with the emphasis on the middle part, was the landlady's name. She told me her grandsons would be returning to stay with her for a while as their parents were apparently having some difficulties finding suitable housing. She was fine with that as the boys were the shining light in her life, the son-in-law quite a bit dimmer. The main house was quite large having been the living quarters for the owner of what been the largest farm for miles around for over a hundred years. Andrea and her husband had inherited the place from her father twenty years before but by then it was in decline and when her husband passed away some five years before things had gotten worse. Over the years chunks of the property had been sold off so by the time I got there it was only a paltry three thousand four hundred and sixty three acres in size. Originally it had been over eight thousand acres. A typical hacienda, its original two storied whitewashed fa‡ade was now a mess of muddy brown, almost a burnt sienna. The same was true for the eight foot high walls that bordered the four acres that the house sat on. The gardens inside the walled compound were fairly well over run except for a vegetable garden. There were garden pools whose water was long gone and a cracked swimming pool in no better condition. Chickens ran wild but were tame enough for one to be caught from time to time to grace Andrea's dinner table. Said dinner table, actually a long table with a bench against one wall and a few chairs on the outside of it, sat in a corner in the huge kitchen. A more formal dining room with a table that sat sixteen hadn't been used in years. I said the kitchen was huge and it was but really, everything about the hacienda was huge including the seven bedrooms on the second floor, some of which offered a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean barely a quarter mile away. The house had plenty of open space with lots of large easy to open windows as well as verandas, and tile flooring to help facilitate coolness. The house was filled with antiques that mixed well with items that had been home made a hundred years before. I fell in love with the place and Andrea almost immediately. From Andrea I learned the local history and the fact that her great-great grandfather had come there from Spain when he was barely sixteen. With a bit of a blush she told me that hard work coupled with brutish behavior had earned him the property along with an unsavory reputation and for a century anyone within five hundred miles knew of the villa la Joya del pacifico-The Jewel of the Pacific, which was the name of the estate. A great deal of the property was now jungle but originally it had yielded an income from fruit, coffee and cattle but had begun to fall into disrepair shortly after world war I and gone downhill ever since. There had been some money in the local bank but that was dwindling at a rapid pace which was why she was renting the cottage. She didn't want to have to sell off the property even though she had received some offers that would have made her a millionaire many times over. Part of the reason her daughter moved was because her husband was seriously discouraged that his mother in law had turned down such glorious offers. There were other reasons and frankly she didn't like him at all. "He is a rather lazy bum so he saw the money as a way for him to not work the rest of his life. Well, phooey on that," she'd told me with a snort. I spent the first few days exploring the property which of course was mostly jungle. There was a medium sized river on the property which provided the water for the house as well as a beautiful waterfall and grotto less than a mile from the house. There were a couple of creeks as well. Among other things there was also a good 2 miles or more of unsullied, unused and very private beach. I drove into Jaco, a town of about 5-6,000 people unless it was spring break and the population swelled considerably. Apparently Jaco is THE hot spot for a wild time in Costa Rica. I would be eschewing the night life. I did a little exploration further down the coast, thankful that I'd had the foresight to rent a four wheel drive vehicle. Hell the road from the villa to Jaco itself was no prize. On Saturday I took Andrea into town to shop for food and was amazed at how far a hundred dollar bill could go, at least at the ferias, the Latin version of a Saturday farmers market. That was where we picked up the staples of fruits, vegetables and beans. The supermarkets were much more expensive. My landlady was a bit outraged when I insisted on paying the bill but she was a hell of a cook and I was eating in style so I didn't mind. Had I known just what "a dwindling bank account" meant to her I would have let her pick up the tab.without a second thought. While I had read about it, on my own I discovered that the area was excellent for all manner of outdoor activities from surfing to hiking. There was a national park within easy driving distance as well as a nature preserve. Even though there were plenty of hotels and touristy type businesses I felt the germination of an idea in the back of my head. I needed to think it through a little, or a lot, before I went any further with it. At the end of my first week I hiked down to the beach for a swim and since there wasn't a soul for miles I went skinny dipping. I'd done my share of nude beaches and loved the freedom of wandering about unencumbered by clothing. Andrea had packed me a lunch so I was down there most of the day alternating between swimming, sunning, and dozing in the shade along side of a softly babbling stream. I was dreaming about lord knows what when giggling touched the edge of my semi-consciousness. I opened my eyes to see two boys standing about ten feet in front of my spread open legs and all but staring at my crotch. Both were wearing shorts, t-shirts and leather sandals, none of the clothing new but not tattered either. "Oh, he's mucho grande," the smallest of them said and I quickly grabbed my shorts and held them against my crotch. "You are Senor Greg?" the oldest looking of the two asked in accented but understandable English. I nodded my head and sat up, my nuts resting on the soft sand. "I am Javier and this," he said pointing to the younger boy whose beaming smile battled with the tropical sun for brightness, "is my brother Angelo. We are senorita Andrea's grandsons." I nodded my head and extended my hand which both boys took in turn. Angelo seemed a little excited about seeing me naked for his hand crept to his crotch and massaged it a bit, the cute young thing unselfconscious about what he was doing. We sort of just stared at each other a moment then I said I should get dressed. I stood up and turned away, keeping my front covered, then started to put my shorts on. "Sand Senor," Angelo said so I stopped what I was doing to reach behind myself and brush the sand off my ass and then my balls and started to pull my shorts up. "Wait Senor," Angelo said and I felt his hand brush against my lower back just above my butt crack as well as my back. "There," he said and I went about getting myself covered up. "So," I said, turning back toward them, "sorry about that. I wasn't expecting visitors." "That's alright Senor, we swim like that too," Javier informed me, Angelo nodding his head in agreement. That I would have loved to see. Both boys were strikingly cute, large dark eyes and crystal white teeth the dominating features on their smooth brown skin. Their pitch black hair was thick, slightly long and unruly. Eyelashes and brows of equal thickness and color matched their hair, the lashes also long and luxurious. Angelo looked to be about ten, Javier twelve or maybe thirteen. On closer inspection I could see that the older boy had a very light smattering of hair starting to sprout on his upper lip which of course led me to believe that he was experiencing a similar growth in the basement and boy did I want to pay a visit to the basement. I was a gay man and a lover of boys. When I say a lover of boys I mean I loved boys but my experiences were mostly limited to men, except of course when I was a boy. Actually my first experience had been at fourteen with my Costa Rican friend Carlos. He had initiated, I had followed along in an "I'll show you mine" sort of vignette. We'd both gotten hard which led to a jack off session. I was fascinated by his cock for of course he was uncut whereas my wrapper had been taken at birth. The first time we'd jacked each other off I had taken the time to fully examine how his foreskin worked, wishing that I still had mine. Carlos was a shooter whereas I caught some air only once in awhile. I loved watching him cum, his sperm often arcing out to land at his nipples, the white of his juices a contrast to his darker skin. Carlos showed me everything about boy sex. The first time he sucked my cock I thought I was gonna die on the spot. He told me he loved my dick because it was nice and big and fat, which I already knew because of my gym class showers. I wasn't the biggest in my gym class of thirty boys but I was in the top three or four. Carlos was a nice five and half inches and his cock fit into my mouth very nicely. I loved sucking Carlos' cock, loved playing with his smooth balls as he shot his warm sperm into my mouth. Carlos confided in me that he had learned a lot of his stuff on the streets of San Jose where tourists paid boys and girls for sex. It was quite common actually and helped put food on the family table. He said that he could make a couple hundred American dollars a week letting men suck his cock and even more if he let them fuck him, which he didn't do very much. When he was twelve he lost his virginity to a man and his wife, the man watching as the boy fucked his wife then she watching her husband fuck Carlos. The husband and wife fucked each other while Carlos had fucked a ten year old boy right along side of them. He said he made quite a bit of money those two days. The first time Carlos fucked me I was hooked. I loved the feel of his warm soft body against mine. I loved the feel of his body moving against me, him driving his hard young cock into my tight little butt hole, his balls whacking against my butt. I loved making him cum inside of me, his soft grunts and groans making me cum along with him. Of course I fucked Carlos too and enjoyed every minute of it. I had lived on a farm outside of town so my brown skinned friend and I spent hours in the hay loft rolling around and playing sexy with each other. I was really sad when his family moved back to Costa Rica when we were sixteen. I'd had plenty of experiences with other boys as well, sometimes Carlos and I initiating boys into our little circle of sex friends. When I moved off to college my experiences were generally with other students but from time to time I managed to get a teenage boy into my bed, or me into his. Had I a choice, my partners would always be boys but that wasn't practical for me. Angelo and Javier chattered away with me as we walked the quarter mile back to the house, Angelo doing most of the talking. Along the way Angelo had to pee so stopped and dropped his shorts then stood with his hands on his hips and let fly into the bushes not caring that I saw his little brown uncut cocklet. I had never been with or been attracted to pre teens, preferring my boys to have hair and to be able to sperm, however the boy was a little hottie and while I didn't entertain any ideas of fucking him sucking his cock was certainly an option I began to consider. Still I would have preferred to get Javier naked and have my way with him. The boy was adorably cute and seemed like a sweetheart. Back at the house Angelo had to inform his grandmother that they had found me asleep and naked on the beach. I was mortified but Andr‚a simply laughed. "All the boys and the men in family have done that, run naked on the beach. In fact that diablillo peque¤o- little imp," she said indicating Angelo, still runs naked around the house sometimes, or did before he moved away. "I will still abuela, I bet senor Greg won't mind." He shot me another beaming smile and I informed them all that it was their house and they could do as they pleased. After that first day the boys went with me wherever I went and Angelo would have followed me into the bathroom had I let him. We got to know each other pretty well and seemed to become fast friends within days. Andrea told me in private that the boys liked me a lot and she heartily approved of the relationship since their father wasn't a very good role model or even that much of a father. With the boy's help I began to clean the place up, starting with the lawns and gardens. An out building contained all the needed tools including an old but workable power mower. Once the boy's were set to a task I began doing some of the more pressing repairs around the house. My father, like his father and probably his father before him, had been one of those men who seemed to know how to do everything and from the time I could walk he included me in everything about the farm including building and repairing. A hundred year old, eighty five acre dairy farm required continual upkeep so because of that experience I could do most everything but build a house from the ground up and even that I could probably manage. In fact I had worked my way through college doing minor repairs and other handyman things for people. Three weeks after I arrived I was sitting with Andr‚a on the veranda and enjoying the sunset with a glass of wine. Angelo had come and sat on my lap for awhile until he began to drift off and his grandmother suggest he go up to bed. The little boy crawled off my lap then gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the lips before repeating the act with Andr‚a and heading upstairs. "He thinks the world of you Greg," she said after Angelo had left. I told her that I felt the same about the boys and her too. "In such a short time you've become like family Greg," she said quietly. "You've done so much here even though you're supposed to be on vacation. The place looks so much better. I think the boys and I both would be pleased if you would move into the house with us." I raised my eyebrow at that then asked about the rental agreement which she said was already paid for in the work that I'd done for her. Honestly I hadn't been paying her that much and she was cooking all my meals besides. "But the money Andr‚a, you need it." She shushed me off with a wave of the hand and said it wasn't all that bad besides if she rented it to me she could just as easily rent it to someone else. That gave me the opening for what I'd been considering the past two weeks. I had already shared with her my overall plan to eventually retire to the area. "Look, I've been thinking. If you want to generate an income you could turn the house into something like a bed and breakfast or small private hotel." She understood the latter but not the former so I explained. She said she couldn't imagine that anyone would want to stay so far in the country and I countered with, "You would be amazed at the number of people who want this sort of peace and quiet and are willing to pay handsomely for it. You've got miles of private beach, you're close to the Park and Jaco and you're an incredible cook. I know exactly how to market it. Believe me it would work." She blushed at the compliment but I could see she was pleased and interested. "It wouldn't take that much money to make the place presentable. I can do most if not all the work and it doesn't have to look like the Marriot in fact it's better if it doesn't. Over time we can make all kinds of different improvements." I had some ideas for that as well but didn't want to overwhelm her. "But you're not going to be here that long Greg. I don't know how to do something like that." "Well that's part of it Andr‚a. I would stay here in Costa Rica, not go back to the States." In fact I could do just that. I'd had a very good paying job in the dot com business for the past ten or so years and my cost of living had been kept purposely low in the advent of retiring early and moving south. I'd inherited the farm from my parents when they passed away and they had owned it free and clear. When the town began it's expansion to create a little suburb developers wanted my property and paid me well for it. All in all I had three hundred thousand in the bank along with a substantial retirement plan, my debt was minimal, the biggest part being my condo in Belltown which I could keep and lease or sell as I saw fit. I had a degree and a job in marketing and my first job after graduation from college had been in the travel industry. I was quite confident that I could make the project fly. She seemed to consider what I'd said then asked "How much money would it take and how would we get people to know about the place?" I explained my background and said, "Well a basic fix up could be done for about $10-15,000.00 American and the place would be more than presentable. A really great job would be about $40-50,000. The better we make it the more we can charge." "Well that's a lot of money I don't think I could manage that," she said with a frown." Well, as I found out later she could have afforded it easily but she had a thing about spending money, was worried about being broke and destitute so she hoarded. In any case, this was where I had to tread lightly. "I know this can work Andr‚a so I'm willing to invest some of my own money along with the labor. How I get my money back out it you and I will have to work out but for now I'm not worried about it." She was quiet for a good two minutes and as she stood up and stretched she said, "Let me think on this for a bit. Meanwhile why don't you move into the blue bedroom upstairs tomorrow and see if you can rent out the cottage." Then she surprised me by stopping on her way by and kissing me gently on the forehead before leaving the room. So, the next day I moved into a large airy bedroom with a spectacular view of the ocean in the distance. Done in various shades of blue it was better than any hotel I'd ever stayed in and bigger. The next day was also the first sexual contact from the boys. As Andr‚a had stated on the first day I met her grandsons, Angelo did tend to run naked in the house. At nine years old he was still very unselfconscious about his own nudity and while he didn't go bare all the time it certainly didn't bother him in the evenings after his bath and the cute young thing generally went nude in the afternoons when the three of us went to the beach. Javier on the other hand was much more modest. At twelve, almost thirteen year old, he always wore shorts or sometimes his briefs and when we were at the beach he swam in his briefs. Neither boy owned a swim suit, not because of financial reasons but because they didn't really need one. So, in the heat of the day we tromped off to the beach to cool off and rest. On this day the surf was breaking at about four feet; not real high but enough to toss you around a little bit. On one of those tumbles all three of us got tossed in a bundle and it was there, under water in a mass of arms and legs I felt a hand on my crotch. In and of itself that might not be unusual, given the circumstances, but this hand stayed there for a good three or four seconds and actually closed a little bit on my cock and my balls. One of the boys was feeling me up through my swim suit. When we came up for air both boys were laughing and Javier was pulling his underwear back up over his partially exposed butt. I didn't have a clue who my perpetrator was. Later we'd rested under the shade of a palm tree and while I dozed lightly both boys fell sound asleep. I came to and sat up and glanced at the boy on each side of me. Javier, in a deep sleep, had grown hard and his cock was pressing against the fabric of his jockey's. From what I could tell the boy had a respectable dick for his age and had I known him better I might have taken the liberty of gently feeling him but I didn't. What I did do was begin to get hard myself. At thirty six I was not immune to such displays, the fact that the boy was covered making it even more erotic. I elected to go for a swim then wake the boys up. Needless to say Javier seemed quite embarrassed by the fact that I saw his arousal and pulled his shorts on quickly. Either Angelo didn't see his brother's physical state or he'd seen it before and wasn't curious about it at all. Well I certainly was. The next morning we had a similar encounter as I was coming out of the bathroom. Although there were three bathrooms upstairs only one was in use. Like the rest of the house and property the plumbing was old so it was the only bathroom where everything in it worked. I was coming out as a half awake Javier was on his in. The front of his underwear was tented out in a typical morning fashion that I couldn't miss and Javier knew I couldn't miss. His hands went down immediately to cover himself. "Poor kid" I thought to myself. I doubted that he'd had any kind of education on such matters so I debated taking on that task. I was sitting in my underwear in a chair facing the windows and gazing out at the ocean in the distance when I heard a tentative knock at my open door. I turned and saw Javier and waved him in. I watched him approach, admiring his lean brown body. He sat in the chair opposite me with a serious look on his smooth face. I turned to face him and of course his eyes went right to the front of my underwear. I couldn't blame him because my eyes had done the same thing to him. "Can I ask you a question Greg?" he said. Everyone in the house had dropped the senor at my request. "Of course you can Javier, you can always ask me questions, how else would you learn things?" He had lapsed into Spanish, something he did when he got serious. I was fluent in the language because of the Mexican workers my father had employed since before I was born. "Why does my penis get so hard all the time? It didn't do that before, when I was little like Angelo. I mean, it did get hard sometimes, especially if." he stopped and I said, "If you played with it." He very embarrassed, hid his face and nodded his head. My heart went out to him. "It's all a normal part of being a boy and growing up. When you get older, like you are know, that starts to happen because your body is maturing, getting ready for you to be an adult and have children." He had a bit of a perplexed look on his face which made him all the more adorable. "You don't know anything about sex, is that right?" He shook his head. "When boys get to your age their penises start to grow, the same with their testicles which also start to hang lower. They start to grow hair down there as well as under their arms and on their face. I'm guessing that has all started to happen to you." He nodded his head and I went on. "They also seem to be more sensitive down there and seem to get hard for no reason and it seems like it happens a lot, along with new and strange feelings like the kind when you get ready to open a present or something." He was nodding his head as I spoke." I decided to take a grand leap. "Boys also start to masturbate and make sperm." He had a questioning look on his face so I used the universal gesture and he still didn't get it so I started asking questions. Yes he'd moved the skin up and down on his penis when it was hard and it had felt very good but it also started to tickle so he quit. No he'd never had any stickiness on his penis when he did that and he'd never woke up with stickiness in his underwear. I went on to explain the mechanics and reasons behind masturbation along with the frequency and the fact that boys his age generally did it quite often and it wasn't unusual for boys to even do it together. I explained that men did it as well although nowhere nearly as often as teenage boys did. Of course he asked if I did and I nodded my head. The he surprised me and asked if I could show him. I'd never had that request before and as tempted as I was to peel my underwear off and show him, I didn't. "Well Javier it sounds like you already know the basics you just have to keep doing it even though it tickles so much." He nodded his head and thanked me for explaining it too him and I told him that it was my pleasure to be able to help and that if he had any more questions to please ask. He nodded his head as he stood up and started to head toward the door he changed his mind and came to me and gave me big hug. I hugged him back, reveling in the warmth and smoothness of his young body. He broke the hug and kissed me on the lips and left so I watched his tight little butt move as he walked away, loving the fact that kissing other males in the family was acceptable in that culture. As soon as he left I closed the door and jacked off thinking about how much I would have loved to teach him, to see his naked hard body and maybe even jack him off myself. Later that day Javier came to me and told me that he'd done and that it was wonderful and he wanted to do it again and again. I smiled, ruffled his hair and told him I understood completely. He said that he was amazed at the white stuff, the sperm, and how it flew out of his penis and landed on his belly. "There wasn't a lot, only a few drops but still it was so much fun." "I told you so," I told him with a grin. "Remember when you said that sometimes boys would do it together?" I nodded my head and he asked why. I went on to explain that boys seemed to have sexy feeling quite a bit and often talked about sex with one another which of course often leads to getting hard. Once that happens and a boy is feeling really sexy he seems willing to experiment with other boys and jacking off is one of the ways they do that. It tends to enhanced the overall feeling of sexiness watching another boy while you did it or having a boy watch you." Javier seemed to think about that a moment then said, "Would you do it with me sometime then Greg, masturbate with me I mean?" I should have seen that coming but I didn't. "Uhmm, I'm not a teenage boy," I told him. Well of course that didn't matter in the least to him so I after some back and forth banter I said I'd think about it and got another hug. The next day the three of us were tossing a beat up old nerf football around the yard, which was now beginning to actually look like a yard, at one side of the house. It was the boys against me and of course the tackles often ended up in a dog pile which more often than not segued into a wrestling match. During one of those episodes I felt myself being groped again and this time the hand was intentionally fondling, gently squeezing and feeling me up. I was pretty sure it was Javier but of course I couldn't prove it nor did I care. About ten minutes later I'd made a dive for Angelo and hooked his pants and we both went down. My arm was at full extension and I had a fistful of his shorts which had gotten pulled down along with his briefs exposing butt. The little tyke wasted no time wriggling out of his clothes and dashing the last few yards to our ersatz goal line where he tossed the ball on the ground then turned and undulated and gyrated like any player who just scored a touchdown. Angelo's movements had a lot more of a sexual overtone, moving his hips in a hula motion and thrusting his little penis at me in a fucking motion then turning and sticking his little brown butt out, laughing the entire time. I must say though the little boy had a more than respectable cock for a nine year old. When play resumed he elected to stay nude saying he liked being naked. "Besides you like to look at my naked body, I know you do, just like Javier does." I looked to the older boy who actually was blushing while shaking his head in denial. So I had to be more careful when tackling Angelo who ended up with the ball more frequently than Javier. On one play when the older boy did have the ball and I tackled him Angelo piled on both of us and literally stuck his naked groin in my face. My free arm automatically when around his waist which only encouraged the boy to push himself against me. I breathed in, inhaling the equally sweet and musky fragrance of boy. At the same time I felt a hand at my crotch again and this time I knew it was Javier. Time seemed to stand still for a good ten seconds as Javier gently felt me up and Angelo proceeded to get a boner in my face. I wanted to open my mouth and swallow the boy whole. I could have stayed there forever and had we stayed there like that I'm not sure just what would have happened. It was a moot point as we all heard Andr‚a call out for Angelo. "Abuela," Angelo said in a tone of voice typical of a boy not wishing to get caught at whatever he was doing. He rolled off of me at the same time that Javier's hand moved but not before the older boy could tell that I too was getting hard. Angelo lay on his back for a moment getting orientated to where his clothes were. I all but stared at his hard little dick standing proudly above his flat belly, the nipple of foreskin extending past his cock head. The kid had to be four and half inches long and I saw that the boy's balls had started to drop and weren't a crinkled little bag held close to his body. As soon as he spied his clothes he was on his feet and running. I looked toward Javier who's head was not quite bowed down, his hands both covering his groin. When he stood I could tell that he had gotten hard as well and when I stood the boy looked right at my crotch, my own arousal not as noticeable as his. "I need a drink of water," I said to no one in particular and followed Angelo's path toward the back door and the kitchen. Javier was following me but as I turned and held the door for him I saw the boy headed off in another direction. I decided to follow him, knowing exactly what he was going to do and wanting like hell to see him doing it. As I followed him I wondered if that whole thing in the yard had been a set of sorts, if the boys had maneuvered us all into what had finally taken place. Javier was headed for a section of the gardens where we'd been busy the past few days trimming the hedges back to look like hedges and not hedgerow. There was a small sitting area that was sort of a meditation garden although I doubted seriously that was the original intent. I moved quietly on the recently mowed grass and as I neared the spot I slowed down and tiptoed. I peeked in and saw Javier, his shorts and underwear on the ground, lying on the concrete bench with one sandaled foot on the ground on each side. He was situated facing away from me but his arm was covering his eyes in any case. His other hand was wrapped around his rock hard cock and pumping away as if it were to be his last jack off. I wish I could have gotten closer but I didn't dare. Yes the boy wanted me to jack off with him but I was still reluctant so the best I could do was feel up my own growing cock and watch the boy love himself from more than fifteen feet away. I couldn't see much but it appeared as though he was hung well enough for a twelve year old, I mean after all, his cock was big enough to wrap a hand around it. I could tell he had a small patch hair growing but I couldn't tell how much, and of course I couldn't see his balls. I could however see him as he jacked his cock, covering and uncovering his cock head. Then his upper body rose up enough to watch himself cum as his sperm plopped out onto his belly. He was still stroking as I quietly stepped away then headed back toward the house, my dick fully swollen inside my shorts. I elected to take a short detour to another somewhat private area of the gardens and dropped my shorts and began pounding my own eight and a third inches of solid hard cock. I tugged on my balls, reveling in the feelings and the soft smoothness of shaven skin. I fantasized about being with Javier and Angelo together and when I came I shot a glob of sperm a good foot from my body, moaning softly as six more jets of cum followed the first one. I nursed my dick until it stopped then jerked the shaft sharply to fling off the remaining drops. I stood there panting for a good minute before wiping the very last oozing of cum and wiping it off then tugged my clothes back on and adjusting myself before turning around to see Javier standing there watching me.