Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 23:20:07 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Brotherly Sharing There is absolutely no truth to this story other than the fact that I was sitting in a JITB and the two boys in the story did come in, just as I described. The boys look just as I have described them. That's it. The rest is all a figment of my overactive glands. The usual platitudes about age and place and illegalities apply. Use your own judgment-best or other wise. Hugs Tag_m So there I was, sitting in a Jack In The Crack, eating a breakfast combo. I'm sitting by the door and thus the window so I can keep my eyes on my bike, which is parked out front. I see him coming from across the street and even from a hundred feet I can see that he's cute. Five foot seven or so, he's a little on the thin side but not skinny. His hair, multi-shades of blonde, is long, surfer style, the bangs having to be continually removed from his eyes either by a hand or a toss of his head. As he got closer my initial assessment of cute was revised to fucking cute. Normally he would be pale skinned but he had that golden bronze tan that only a pale boy gets from hours in the sun and surf. He held his hair from his eyes in, what I thought of, as a rather effeminate way as he approached the door although not an indication of sexuality but just an observation on my part. He looked to his right just as he started to open the door and smiled, his teeth a brilliant contrast to his bronzed skin. He came through the door and of course I scoped him out, noticing right off that the front of his brown and white board shorts bobbed, indicating that he either wore boxers or nothing. I would have preferred nothing. He was almost beautiful he was so fucking cute and would have made a perfect model for any magazine touting beach wear, vacation spots, that sort of thing, his skin tone and perfectly clear complexion about as desirable as they come. As he went by me he graced me with a smile and I nodded my head in return. I turned my head as he passed, noticing that his legs were rather thin but had a nice covering of blonde hair. My gaze slid upward to his slender ass, a nice looking pair of globes hidden under the fabric of surf shorts. Over all I pegged him to be fourteen, maybe fifteen. I went on about the business of finishing my meal when another boy came into view from the side of the building. Younger, perhaps eleven or twelve, he had the same skin tone and hair color as the older boy and I immediately assumed they were brothers. This boy was smaller of course, five feet or a little less. His hair was blonder and shorter but still somewhat long and disheveled. His skin was more pale as well and I was guessing he didn't spend as much time in the sun as the other boy. He too smiled at me as he came through the door and went straight over to where the older boy was standing at the counter and they immediately engaged in conversation, the fact that I was glancing at them not lost at all on the older boy. I continued to read the morning paper then heard them talking as they approached, then passed by me, the younger boy looked right at me as they passed, and smiled. As they went out the door, the older boy turned, looked at me and smiled as well. "Very interesting," I thought to myself. They stopped to look at my bike, admiring the awesome paint and excess of chrome, so I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. As I got closer they noticed me and smiled again. Jesus they were cute. "This your bike?" the younger boy asked. I nodded my head and he responded with, "cool." They looked some more and the older boy said, in a voice that was struggling to deepen and not quite getting there, "Must be fun riding it huh?" I said that it was and the younger boy said that neither of them had ever ridden on a motorcycle before. Well now, if that wasn't an open door I don't know what is. "Well, I can change that for you both in a hot second," I responded. The boys looked at each other and smiled then the oldest one explained that they couldn't do it right then but maybe some time really soon. "You live in that really cool old stone house on Strand Street don't you?" he asked. The two storied house, built of heavy blocks of stone, was built as housing for officers and men, a hold over from the 1800's. I'd picked the property up at the tender age of twenty-two, some nine years before. Like my three brother's, I'd gotten a small inheritance when I was eighteen and with some luck at black jack and poker, had parlayed the money into a sizeable chunk of cash. I played a pretty solid game, having been taught and tutored by an uncle since I was six. I also have an IQ in the 160 range, total recall and coupled with my gambling skills, I've not had to work at a menial job my entire life, although I do have a degree in advanced mathematics and speak four languages fluently. Those skills allow me to frequently tutor college, and some lower level students, for which I charge outrageous fees. Lady luck loves me. "Yes I do," I told them. "My name is Jason," I said extending my hand, "people call me Jace." "I'm Nathan this is my brother Neil," the older boy replied, his grip soft and somewhat tender. "We live in that apartment building with the ugly ass green trim on the corner of Strand and Kellen," he told me, indicating a building at the mouth of the cul-d-sac I lived on, my place taking up the three lots at the head of it. I wondered how it was that I hadn't seen them around and commented about that. The had moved from Kauai only a few weeks before, their mother having left her parents home where they had been living for the past five years. "Cool," I told them. "So come on over any time, I'm usually home. If you're going to ride though you need to wear regular shoes and not slippers." They nodded their heads in understanding, we shook hands again, the older boy holding my grip a little longer than required, then I fired the bike up, much to the delight of the boys, then took off to do an errand that was on my short "to do" list of the day. A couple of days later I was hosing down my cobblestone driveway when the boys came a calling, hailing me from along side the old guard house at the entry to the property. I waved then in, again extending my hand in greeting, which they both took. "This place is so cool," Nathan said, looking around. I offered them the basic tour, which they both vigorously nodded their heads at. We started at the open four bay garage, formerly the dormitory style sleeping quarters for the enlisted men, that housed the bike, my Lexus ES and my other toys; a new Lotus Elise, and a fully restored Sixty Nine Hemi Charger that came stock with every option imaginable. Like is said, Lady Luck loves me. Both boys were hot over the Lotus, a Nightfall blue with biscuit interior and custom rims. I watched them as they moved slowly around the car and as they admired it, I admired them. I'm generally not attracted to pre pubescent boys but Neil was a definite cutie with the makings of being a hottie like his older brother. Nathan was dressed in board shorts as usual, these a darker blue, and like the first time I'd seen the boy, I noticed how the front of the shorts moved when he walked. Although it was almost impossible to tell, it appeared as though he might have been "gifted" and I had a very brief curiosity moment wondering about what it would be like to bed the two boys at the same time, not that I'd received any indication that was even a remote possibility. >From the car area we walked along the front of the house and around the side, the boys admiring the rock gardens and abundance of huge shade trees; Avocados, Palms and Banyans amongst others. At the back of the house the boys were stopped almost dead in their tracks when they was the pool area. Done in a faux grotto style with lots of stone and luscious greenery, it looked like it belonged in a better homes and gardens centerfold. "This is totally awesome Jace," Nathan said with awe and admiration. "We have a pool at our apartment building but it's so lame," Neil added, "and filled with little kids." "Well you guys are welcome to come over and swim if you'd like, as long as I'm home and not busy with something." I couldn't have given the boys a better gift, if the expressions on their beautiful, smooth faces were any indication. "Really? That's so cool," Neil exclaimed. "So, what brings you guys over today? Coming to claim your bike ride?" big bright smiles were accompanied by vigorous nods of the head. "Okay. So who's going first?" It had been decided before hand that Neil would ride first so I asked Nathan what he was going to do while we were gone. He said if it was okay with me he would just sit in the shade under the Banyan tree in the center of the driveway until we came back. Of course I said it was more than okay. We all walked back to the car bay where I climbed on the bike and rolled it backward out onto the driveway. I fired it up and let it idle a little it while I explained to the boys what I wanted from them; sit in close, legs against mine, hands at my waist so they could grab hold if necessary. Don't move around a lot. You can talk to me but don't wave your arms and point at things or wave at people, okay? They nodded their heads. "One last thing," I said. "You might want to pull your stuff up so that it rides a little bit more in front of you than underneath, other wise it tends to get smashed," and with that I cupped my genitals and tugged upward. I wasn't gaming, I wasn't making a play, and it was reality. I tug my balls up almost every single time I get ready to ride. Neil glanced at his older brother and grinned then did as I had then climbed on behind me. We took off; melodic laughter a clear indication that the young boy thought it was great fun. Neil kept his arms around my waist the entire ride, hugging me tighter whenever I took off from a stop. We were out about twenty minutes, and, heading home, were stopped at a light. "You know my brother wants to go out with you," Neil said in my ear. "What?" I said, turning my head. I'd heard what he said, just wanted some confirmation. I got it. "Nathan wants to go out with you. He thinks you're really cute Jace, a hottie. For an older guy." Okay, so now I was a hottie. In all honesty I'd heard it before. At five foot-eight I carried my hundred sixty pounds well. I worked out daily, either at my home or Gold's gym, where I'd been a member for years. I'd grown up with three older brothers, all into competitive sports, two of them now professional athletes like our father had been, so exercise and physical activity were as much a part of my life as sex. Like the boys, I was blonde, although a dark blonde and like the boys I had blue eyes framed by thick brows and long eyelashes. Unlike the boys, my eyes were an ice blue, a color that had attracted a great deal of comment all my life. I wasn't a hairy guy, only having to shave every couple of days and coupled with an almost perfect complexion, I easily passed for twenty and sometimes younger, despite having seen thirty-one summers. "What does that mean exactly Neil, he wants to go out with me?" I asked, my head turned almost all the way around like a frickin owl. "He wants to hang out with you, go places, you know, do stuff," the younger boy said. "Do stuff?" I asked, knowing full well what that meant. The kid was gay, liked older guys, which was sort of lucky for me as I was gay and loved teenage boys. I dated adults mostly but I'd loved being with boys since my brothers introduced me to gay sex at the tender age of thirteen and that in it self is another interesting story. Neil giggled, "You know, stuff," he said, emphasizing the word stuff and poking my ribs as if to make a point. The light turned green and we took off, pulling into my driveway four minutes later. I could see Nathan jump up as we came down the street and a big grin split his face as we passed through the gates to my property. I parked the bike under the tree and dropped the kickstand after the boy climbed off the got the bike as well. Neil was telling his brother how cool it was and how fast we went and overall, bubbling with enthusiasm at his recent experience. "If you guys will excuse me I need to take a leak," I said to them and headed for garden area between the end of the car bays and the ten-foot high, stone wall that surrounded the property. I had complete privacy from outside eyes and frequently relieved myself in the out doors instead of tromping in the house. A pretty typical boy thing I would guess. "Me too," Neil piped up followed by a similar statement from Nathan. I said okay and soon the three of us were lined up at edge of the garden, Neil between Nathan and me and to my left. I tried to be nonchalant, not turning one way or the other but just hauling it out and letting the stream fly. Again, this wasn't a play on my part. I really did need to piss and should have done it before I left the first time. Although I wasn't looking, I could see the stream from Neil out of the corner of my eye. Being a not yet matured boy, his little urethra let out a much thinner stream, which, as all guys know, allows for a hell of a distance. Also, like a not yet matured boy, Neil was not at all embarrassed to look around him. "Gosh Jace, it looks like you got a really big one," he said with typical smaller boy honesty. I was in fact fairly well gifted, as were all of my brothers. We'd slept in a dormitory style bedroom all our lives so had grown up seeing each other naked although we'd been sexy with each other as well so that point was rather moot. Despite reaching a fully mature almost nine and a half inches by the age of fourteen, I was still the smallest of we brothers, although the twins were pretty close. But like I said, that's another story. "Um, uuhh, yeah, thanks Neil," I said turning slightly, not to give him a better view but looking down at the boy and seeing mostly the pale circumcised head of his boy cock, which looked respectable for a boy his age. On the other side of him, Nathan was sort of trying to sneak a peek while keeping himself hidden by being turned slightly to the side. "All in due time," I thought to myself. I shook off and tucked away as I headed back to the bike and a minute later the boys had joined me. "So, you remember what I said Nathan?" I asked as the boys approached the bike. He nodded his head so I fired the bike up and let it idle a second, then reached down and tugged my cock and balls up a little bit before mounting my iron steed. I turned my head to see Nathan reach down inside his surf shorts to accomplish the task, giving me a big smile as he did it, then climbed on behind me. The boy snuggled in close, almost tight, to me, his thighs pressed against my hips and his arms wrapped around my waist and almost touching at my stomach. I circled the bike around the massive tree in the center of the driveway/courtyard and once we were out of my driveway, I gunned it causing Nathan to hold me tighter and giggle at my ear. The streets in the area where we lived were fairly old and while not pot holed they were cracked and uneven in spots thus causing a bit of a rough ride. So it was after five blocks I felt firm pressure at the small of my back. I took off a little fast from a stop sign because of another car entering the intersection and Nathan held tight to me, pressing into me, his almost lying on my shoulder. At the next stop light I turned my head a little and asked, "You okay?" "Yeah," he said. "I'm sorry Jace, I couldn't help it." "Hey," I said, turning a little more to look him in the eyes, "It's no big deal okay. You aren't the first boy to get hard from riding behind me and I doubt you'll be the last. It doesn't bother me so don't you worry about it, okay?" I turned back to face forward and he hugged me tighter, "Thanks Jace," he whispered in my ear. The rest of the ride was uneventful but the boy remained rock hard, the pressure against my back never diminishing. As we rounded the corner we saw Neil just entering the apartment complex and when he saw us he pointed to his butt and kept going. "He has to go to the bathroom," Nathan said in my ear so I didn't stop until we were back under the tree. Nathan was a little slow getting off the bike and when I got off and turned to him he was just finishing a rearranging job. I managed to catch a glimpse at the front of his surf shorts before his t-shirt fell down over it and my first impression was that he was indeed a healthy teenage boy. "Still have a problem huh?" I asked with sincerity. He nodded his head. "You're welcome to go over under the tree where we pissed and take care of it if you need to. I won't mind." "Are you serious?" he asked. "Sure, why not. It isn't like I haven't done the same thing before, especially when I was your age. What is your age anyway?" "Fourteen. No, that would be weird, me beating off in your garden while you waited over here for me. But if you were going to join me then it might be okay," he said with a sly grin as he fondled the front of his shorts. The boy was definitely making his intentions known. And I was all for it except for one minor-not him- problem. "Well, that's a good idea except that I'm not in the advanced stage of excitement that you are," I told him as I looked down at the front of my surf jeans. He nodded his head and said that he thought it was going down anyway. "So, maybe some other time," he said, this time with a more coy look on his face. I nodded my head, "That sounds like a workable plan," I told him and was rewarded with a large smile, the ice definitely broken and a door flung wide open. "It might be going back up again," he replied and we both laughed. I saw Neil trotting back up the street toward us and I commented that it was all just as well because his brother was returning, then asked how old Neil was, the answer being eleven soon to be twelve. "He's seen me beat off before, it's no big deal." My raised eyebrow caused him to explain that they shared a bedroom, one of only two, in the apartment with their mother. Being brothers, they had seen each other naked frequently and like many a sibling, the younger had walked in on the older one afternoon while the older was in the throes of an impending orgasm. "I couldn't stop, ya know Jace. I mean, I was just gonna squirt out and I couldn't stop." I told him that I had three older brothers and because we had shared a bedroom for years I'd had the same experience, learning about sex and jacking off and stuff from them. He nodded his head in understanding then went on. "We've done it together too, beat off I mean, but of course he doesn't squirt out yet. He sure does seem to have good cums though. His body just shakes and stuff." I explained that was the way it was with younger boys who weren't making sperm yet. "Have you guys done anything together?" I asked him, feeling that he was comfortable enough with the conversation that I could ask the question. As he shook his head no Neil came through the gateway and we changed the subject. "Was your ride cool Nathan?" he asked, "wasn't it awesome? Can we do it again sometime Jace?" he asked, moving through each of the questions without waiting for an answer. I just laughed and nodded my head. "Meanwhile, what do you say about a swim?" They were both enthusiastic about that idea so I hit a remote in one of the cars to close the gates then we headed to the back part of the house and they tugged off their shoes and t-shirts then dove into the pool. I walked over to where my surf shorts were lying across the back of lawn chair. I rarely wore anything when swimming unless I had company who wasn't used to my ways so the red flowered garment had been in the same place for at least a week. I turned my back to the pool and dropped my jeans and boxers, rightly figuring that the brothers wouldn't have an issue with my bare ass nor would they comment on it to anyone else. "Yoo hoo, nice butt," I heard Neil call out, thankful for the high, thick, stone, walls and lack of close neighbors. I tugged my shorts into place and headed toward the pool as I tied the laces then dove in, surfacing in the middle where both boys were treading water. We ended up frolicking around for a bit, the boys using the diving board and slide. It had given me plenty of opportunity to view the bodies of both boys, both of which were pleasing to the eye. Of course Neil's was typical young boy; slender to skinny, totally smooth, little bit of baby fat on his otherwise flat belly. Nathan was similar but his chest more defined, lines under his pectoral muscles as well as the well defined line that split his chest and abdomen. His belly was totally flat, sloping beautifully into the waistband of his surf shorts and thus his pubic bone, the creases of his hips very prominent. His shorts hung loosely on him, giving me occasional glimpses of his boy crack, the cheeks a very white contrast to his deep bronze tan. That Nathan had a very nice ass was uncontestable. The globes filled the back of his shorts out as nicely as the front was filled, the push of his boyhood against the loose fabric was quite evident, despite the usual shrinkage from being in the cooler water of the pool. We finally got out of the pool and retired to chaise lounge chairs, the backs dropped about half way so you could stretch out your legs and relax. I was in the middle with a brother on each side of me, my clothes marking the chair as mine. After a good five minutes in the sun Neil asked me if I ever went skinny-dipping. "Sure, almost all of the time if I don't have company, or at least company that's use to me and also likes to skinny dip." "I've always wanted to try it, ya know, but there aren't many places where there aren't people." "Well, you're more than welcome to skinny dip here if you want," I told him. "Really? You wouldn't care?" "No, why should I? It's just us guys. As long as you promise not to spread that around, don't tell people, then I don't mind at all." This was becoming interesting. I hadn't known the boys more than an hour but they both seemed fairly open about things and I suspected that they tended to be closed mouth. "You wanna Nathan," Neil asked his brother. "Wanna go skinny dipping?" "Jeez Neil, I dunno. Seems kinda weird to me. I mean, we really don't know Jace that well." I could tell that Nathan was interested, that he wanted to do it, but his argument was valid. We hadn't known each other all that long. The point soon became moot because my phone rang. I dug it out of the pocket of my jeans, answered it, found an almost hysterical mother who said her son had a test on Friday and even though I was strict about appointments could I please make an exception and spend an hour with him. I said I'd be there in thirty minutes and hung up. The boy, Tristan, was a senior who was hoping to get into one of the ivies and despite my conviction that he was going to flunk out, the first step was to get him in. The kid had been referred to me through the parents of another regular and so I'd taken him on as a tutee. I walked the fifteen feet to the covered lanai and grabbed a towel off of a peg on a corner pose where I hung wet items after surf or pool action. As I walked I told the boys that I had to leave for an emergency job so would have to put the skinny-dipping debate off for the time being. Without turning to see if the boys were even watching, I undid my board shorts, tugged them off and hung them a peg then proceeded to dry my crotch while I walked back to where the boys were, both of them were out of their chairs and standing facing me. "So," I said I held the towel in place while I dried off my areas, "like I said, you guys are welcome to come over any time I'm home. I'll probably be back in a couple of hours so you can come back then or I'll see you another day." I wrapped the towel around my waist, picked my boxers out of my discarded jeans and slipped them on up under the towel and once in place took the towel off. Of course both sets of eyes went to the front but there was nothing to see, and I knew that. I could easily have sent them off and done all that changing in private but clearly Neil was up for nudity and if what he said about Nathan was true, it would be more than nudity. So my behavior was done more to put them at ease than anything else. "I have to go in and change so I guess I'll catch you guys later." They got the message, thanked me for the bike ride and swim, said they'd see me later and headed back around the house while I went inside, took a very quick shower and changed into some Ocean Pacific shorts and a short sleeved dress shirt then headed to the car bay, grabbing the keys to the Lotus on the way. I was headed to a house on the beach in Kahala, which translates to money and lots of it. I generally dressed better when dealing with those people. They paid awfully good money, in cash, not to mention having connections and a man never knew when one of those was going to pay off. Hey, I'd gotten the Lotus because of that and while I didn't pay cost for it, I paid a hell of a lot less than the average guy on the street would have. Twenty five minutes later I pulled up to a gated driveway, poked the intercom system and a moment later passed through the opening gates. I followed the driveway, parked in my regular spot by the garage and was met at the front door by Tristan's mother, an elegant looking but somewhat brainless woman. "I am so glad you could come Jace. Tristan is in his room, go ahead and go on up. I have a garden club meeting so I'll be leaving soon." She handed me an envelope that I knew was payment for services and I slipped it into the pocket of my shorts. There was no need to look at it as I knew what ever was in there would more than cover today's session with her son. I thanked her and headed up the wide marble stairs then down the hall to her son's room where I found the boy hunched over a stack of books at his desk. The boy's room was huge; a king sized bed, it's own sitting room and bathroom with walk in closet, it's own balcony, and a killer fucking ocean view, the water only fifty feet away though the wall of glass. Tristan got up when I came in the room, the expression on his face indicating that he was glad I was there. A rather small boy for seventeen, Tristan was very cute rather than handsome, the product of good breeding. His sandy colored hair was styled, the short sides and gelled top look, and his five foot six inch frame was decked out in designer clothes, which that day consisted of loose, white cotton shorts and matching polo shirt. His face was perfectly clear, no blemishes or hair and his teeth had the look of having spent countless hours in an orthodontists care. He had beautiful dove gray eyes that twinkled when he smiled, but he wasn't smiling then. "Fuck I need help Jace," he said. We got to it immediately, stopping after forty five minutes to go downstairs for a snack, after which we went back at it for another hour and a half. I have a way of teaching that simplifies things so that most kids I work with can get it. Tristan was smiling when we finished, an indication that perhaps he'd gotten it. Now if only he would remember it. "I know my mother already paid you," he said with a grin, "so how about if I pay you." He placed a hand on the front of my shorts and rubbed at my cock. Tristan loved to suck cock and if he'd done his school work with half as much enthusiasm and perfection he would have been an honor role student. I didn't say anything, allowing the boy to rub and fondle for a few moments. I reached over to the front of his shorts and found him hard as stone, the six plus inches of cock poking at the fabric. We stood up at the same time and began fumbling at each others clothes and in moments were both naked, my rock hard cock standing out like and extra arm. "Fuck Jace, I love your cock so much," he said as he stroked me, my own hand busy doing the same thing to him. He tugged on me, and indication to follow, and we went to his bed. I was no sooner on my back than the boy's soft lips were on me, performing CPR on my cock. I let him go on for a few minutes, reveling in his talent, which was considerable believe me. I finally coaxed him to move and since he knew what I wanted, it didn't take much. Without leaving my dick, he swung a leg over me and backed up, moving so that his balls hung like fruit in front of my face, the cheeks of his butt barely concealing the core of him. I reached under him and grasped onto his rampant cock then licked at the swinging bag, moving it with my tongue. I slowly worked my way upward along the underside of his nut sac, building the tension in both of us until I could go no further without using my hands. I took my hand from his cock, put both hands on his slender little butt cheeks and pulled them open, revealing the object of my desire. Tristan was smooth there, having learned from me to shave the area. I sniffed once, identifying DERSIRE, the body wash and cologne he used, then licked softly at the tight bud of muscle. Tristan moaned out as I began licking him harder, pushing my tongue into his muscle as he pushed his ass back into my face and moaning harder. "Fuck Jace I want you to fuck me, okay?" As though I would refuse. He rolled off of me and reached for his nightstand, pulled out a bottle of lube and slatherd his asshole then my cock, all in just about one minute. He rolled on his back and I got into position between his pulled back legs. With Tristan when it was time, it was time. No messing around. I put my cock head next to his hole and pushed, met resistance, pushed harder and slipped inside of him. "Oooowwwwwww," the boy cried out. "Jeeez your cock is so big Jace. I keep forgetting how big." We waited a few minutes until he was ready then I slowly pushed inside of him until every bit of my nine inches of hard cock was rammed into his tight little butt. I really liked fucking Tristan. He was fun and he loved sex. I didn't have sex with all my clients, but there were a few that were always hot to do something. Certainly didn't hurt my business. I began moving against him, sliding almost all the way out then moving back in, all in a steady rhythm, eventually picking up speed, eventually pulling almost all the way out before driving back into him until my pubic bone rammed against his butt. I put my arms under his legs and leaned forward, placing my hands flat on the bed and thus rocking the cute young teen's ass into the air. From there I was able to drive either straight into him or down into him, using all my power to fuck him until he begged me to make him cum. That usually didn't take all that long. "Oh fuck Jace I'm ready to cum, make me cum Jace. Fuck me hard Jace, oh fuck oh god ooooohhhhhhh," he groaned out the last as he shot, his hand gripping onto my forearms and totally ignoring his spewing cock. I rammed into him as hard as I could, slamming my nuts against his flesh and stuffing him with my cock. His sperming took me over the edge and I began pumping squirt after squirt of hot cum into him, filling his bowels with my sperm. I kept up for a short while even after the liquid stopped flowing because I knew that Tristan loved that, the ongoing movement inside his ass after we both came. Finally it was all over and I let his legs down then after a little maneuvering got myself into a sitting position with the boy in my lap. We kissed then, a long, wide-open mouth kiss with tongues vying for each other's attention. "I'm gonna miss you so much when I go Jace," he finally said, our faces still barely inches apart. I was going to miss him too and I told him so. "Yeah, but you have other boys, I know you do." "None of them like you baby boy," I cooed to him. My cock finally squished out of his ass so we disengaged and went into the shower where we took our time washing each other. We both got hard but time constraints, his mother coming back home, prevented us from carrying through with what we'd started. Once dressed, Tristan walked me downstairs and out to my car. I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him, a treat because of his size and the fact that he liked to cuddle. But who knew where the maid was and we could hear the sound of a weed whacker on the other side of the house so the yard service guy was out there somewhere as well. So we parted with few words and in fifteen minutes I was back home. I headed into the house to put the four, hundred dollar bills from Tristan's mother into the walk in safe in my downstairs office. It was a cool safe, over a hundred years old, and hidden behind a movable section of wall-to-wall bookshelves. I popped the catch and pulled open the bookshelf, then unlocked the safe door and went inside. I added the cash to a drawer with other loose bills where it would stay until I had one hundred of them and could band them. I had close to a quarter of a million dollars in big bills in there, another one of the things that my wise old uncle had drilled into my head along with poker. Always have an untraceable stash of get away cash, a false passport if possible and at least one pistol and one rifle. I had all of those things. I left the safe, closed it up and went to my desk where I logged onto my computer. I answered some email then checked my Ebay account. I was hunting for some signed limited Stephen King, JK Rowling, and Edward Gorey-prints and books both from the latter. Buying from Ebay was another of my trace-less investments. I estimated the value of the book collection at roughly thirty k. I logged off, went up stairs and changed into board shorts without shirt and was headed back downstairs when I heard the buzzer so went to the ornately carved front door and opened it to find Neil standing there, a large smile on his cute smooth face, barefoot and shirtless as well. "Hey Neil, howzit?" I asked, standing to the side and inviting him in. "Hey. I got bored being home alone cuz Nathan went to the movies with some friends. I saw that your gate was open so you must be home so I thought I'd come down and see what you were doing cuz it has to be better than what I'm doing, which is nothing." It seemed a rather long winded speech for a little guy and I chuckled and told him he could hang out for a while if he wanted. "Thirsty? Can I get you something to drink?" I asked him and he nodded his head. I had closed the door and was standing facing him so I put my arm on his shoulder, felt the warmth of his small body, and headed off toward the kitchen, his arm around my waist, which surprised me just a little. "You have such a cool house Jace," he said as we passed the dining room and entered the large open kitchen. "What's your poison?" I asked, opening the refrigerator door. "I have various sodas and ice water." He opted for water. "Good for you. Water is almost always my choice too besides, it's healthier." I grabbed a couple of bottles and handed him one then angled my head toward the back door. We went out through the utility room and found place in the lounge chairs and relaxed, sipping water. "Can I swim some more Jace," Neil asked and I told him to go ahead, in fact I wanted to cool off myself. We both got up and dove into the pool then frolicked around a little bit. He used the diving board a couple of times and when he climbed out of the pool, the shorts were dropped low enough to show off a goodly amount of boy crack and when he got on the board and walked to the end, a goodly amount of frontal area as well. It was then that I realized that he was wearing a different set of shorts than before, these being a little too big for him. So I commented on it. "The surf shorts a little big for you Neil?" I asked him when he surfaced close to me after a dive. He smiled, obviously tugging them back in place and said that they used to be Nathan's but he got to big for em. "And I'm just a little too small for em." I said that it did seem like he was spending an inordinate amount of time keeping the up. "Be easier just to take the darn things off," he said. I told him that was an option; that he could take them off if he wanted to. "Really? You wouldn't care?" "No, I told you that before, remember. I just don't want you telling people that cuz I'd get busted." "I'd never tell, honest Jace. I promise." He seemed to give the whole thing some thought then said, "Well, if I do will you take yours off too? I mean, it would feel weird if I was the only one." So there it was and now the ball was in my court. I pretty much figured that the kid would be cool, given the things his brother had said as well as the boy's behaviors earlier in the day. "Alright," I finally told him. His face split into a grin and he began fumbling around under water then held the freed up board shorts in the air and tossed them to the side of the pool where mine joined them a moment later, landing with a splat. "Gosh this sure feels weird, not having anything on in the water. Like a huge bathtub," he said. "I wanna try and dive." He swam to the ladder and climbed out, giving me my first view of his little butt, and a cute one it was. As I said, the boy wasn't very big at all, until he got on the diving board and I saw his front. I was expecting a tiny, little boys cock and that isn't quite what it was. Neil was large for a boy his age. As he walked to the front of the diving board, seemingly unconscious of his nudity, I could see that his balls were dropping, his bobbing cock also starting to hang instead of poke straight out from his slender little body. He dove into the water, staying underwater until he was close to me then surfaced, which of course I expected him to do for the obvious reason. He didn't disappoint me. "Jeez Jace your dick looks huge underwater. Is it really that big?" I nodded my head and he sunk underwater for a few moments before surfacing. "Damn I never seen anything that big before. Of course I've only seen my brother's and I thought his was big." "Hhmmm. Did I want to go there?" I did. "So you've seen your brother's cock huh?" I asked. Neil nodded his head and was about to say something then changed his mind. "Will you toss me Jace? You know how they do that." "Sure but there are a bunch of ways, which one do you want to try?" he thought about it for a second the said he wanted me to cup my hands, showing me what he meant, then he would do a dive from them when I lifted him up. So I squatted down and the adorable young thing got in close and put his foot in my cupped hands. Needless to say his boy cock was right in my face, close enough that I could have taken his whole boyhood into my mouth. For just a moment I noticed that he was smooth as the day he was born, not a hair that I could see. I didn't stay there long as once he was balanced he gave me the go ahead to shoot him. So I did, lifting him and flinging him over my head. He laughed as he surfaced, wanting to do it again, so we did. It seemed he took longer to get balanced, which meant that his cock was in my face longer as well. This time we didn't make it as he seemed to lose his balance and we went over, me backwards and Neil facing front and as we went, his cock and balls were smack dab against my face. I instinctively put my hands on his slender little butt and held him a moment, reveling in the feel of his genitals against my half open mouth. As I said before, I'm not really attracted to pre pubescent boys. I find them cute and all but I hadn't considered them as sexual partners, preferring my boys to have at least a little hair and be able to sperm. Neil had changed all that in a matter of moments. I felt my cock start its rise to glory as the boy surfaced, laughing like crazy. "Oh man I'm sorry Jace, I didn't mean to put my dick in your mouth." So, he'd known where his boy stuff had gone. "No worries Neil, I can handle. Did you want to try it again?" He did so we got into position and as I slowly lifted him I noticed that his cock was lifting as well, not half hard but on its way right before my eyes. Neil put his hands on my head to balance but again, lost it and we went over. The results were the same; his cock was almost in my mouth but this time he was hard and this time he held onto my head and practically pushed his cock and balls into my face. I was sorely tempted to suck his cock right there but I didn't. I really wasn't totally sure that he knew what he was doing and that his gallant reflex wasn't just a typical boy response to the situation. My impression was changed rather quickly. As I came to the surface, pressing the water from my eyes and nose I felt his hand on my now fully hard cock. In the fall he had gone under water and turned to face me while I had done the same. His hand felt along the length of me before he came to the surface, wiped his eyes then wrapped his arms around my neck and slipped his legs around my waist, holding me like a small child would. I instinctively put my hands under his slender little butt to hold him in place and take the weight off my neck. "You're cock is hard,' he said softly, looking into my eyes from only inches away. "Just like mine is," and for emphasis he ground his waist a little bit, pressing his now fully hard cock into my belly. "Yes," I answered him, "it does appear that way doesn't it?" "Why is that Jace? Why did we both get hard?" I tried to explain the whole notion of being naked then having so much body contact then having his stuff in my face like that. "I guess it was just sort of hot for both of us." He nodded his head then reached down behind him and grasped onto my hard cock again. "You're so big Jace. Can we get out of the water so I can see it?" I nodded my head and turned, started forcing my way toward shallower water, the boy's other arm back around my neck. I made it to knee-deep water and stopped, bent, and let Neil down. He let go but seemed reluctant to do so. He stepped back and looked down, his face not all that far from almost ten inches of rock hard adult male cock, the head of which was about as big as his closed fist. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration; but not by a lot. "My god it's bigger out of the water that is was under it." He stood, just looking, absently playing with his own cock, which was standing straight up in the air; a four and a half inch, pale, blue veined piece of boy cock. His balls were still a little tight to his body but that was due to the cold water more than anything else. There didn't appear to be hair anywhere, the boy was as smooth as a cue ball, and almost as white, the area covered by board shorts that is. I could tell that Neil wanted to touch me, not to mention what else. Hell, I remembered when I was his age and first saw my oldest brother naked one morning as he climbed out of bed. Jeff only slept naked sometimes, of course I learned later that it was when he'd jacked off before going to sleep, and as he woke up, he turned and sat on the edge of his bed and stretched before standing up. I'd seen him naked before of course but only when his cock was soft, not with a boner. I always thought that Jeff looked like one of our horses because his cock was big, so long. That morning, the thing reaching almost to his nipple as he sat on the edge of the bed, brought me right out of my dreamy half sleep state. When he stood up the pale pole seemed to span the distance between our beds and I wanted to reach out and grasp the thing. He absently scratched his balls, a semi-furry sac whose contents looked like goose eggs hanging between his thighs. "Don't worry little brother, it won't bite," I heard Jeff whisper above me and I looked up to see him smiling down at me. "Go ahead, you can touch it if you want, it's okay." I glanced across the room to the twin's bed and saw that they were still sound asleep so I sat up on the edge of my bed, my briefs tented out from my own morning hard on, and did just what Jeff said I could do, grasped his monstrous cock and squeezed it a couple of times. It felt strange in my small hand; warm, hard, yet the skin was soft. I could barely get my hand around the thing and if I'd had to guess, it would have easily taken four or five of my hands to span the length from the hairy bush at it's base to the fat head that was almost touching me. Jeff had just turned fifteen and his cock was a little longer than eleven inches. I would find out later that it made him very popular at the middle/high school he and the twins attended. "Better not do that too much Jace or you'll make me cum," he chuckled softly. There was that word again. Come. The one I'd heard both twins use a couple of months before. I wondered what in the heck they were talking about. "You go back to sleep, I'll get you up in an hour." He stepped gently away from me, pulling his dick from my hand then bent and ruffled my hair, his cock almost in my eyes, then headed toward our bathroom; that huge, bobbing cock leading the way in the twilight of early morning. "You can touch it if you want Neil, it's okay," I told him softly. The boy reached out and grasped onto my shaft and squeezed it as if gauging its rigidity, and felt up and down the length of the shaft. "Gosh I though Nathan's cock was big but yours is huge Jace," he said, awe in his high, young voice. His hand moved to my balls where it hefted and gently tugged and squeezed. "Boy I bet you make a lot of sperm stuff dontcha Jace?" he asked. I nodded my head. Indeed, I generally produced a fair amount of liquid. "I don't make stuff yet but I sure do have good cums," he said, continuing to feel me up. He seemed quite reluctant to let go. I rather felt the same way about it although as I said, I'm not generally attracted to pre pubescent boys. "Can I try to suck on it Jace?" he asked quietly. "I always wanted to try but Nathan won't let me, he says brothers shouldn't to do that stuff." "Really," thought to myself, memories of my teen age years with my brothers flooding my synapses. "Do you think you can even get it in your mouth Neil, it's pretty big." "I can try," he said with a smile." I told him to go ahead. My cock was long enough and Neil was short enough that he didn't get to his knees but held my cock high and bent over. He opened his mouth and placed it over the head, his lips warm to me. He got the head in his mouth, barely, and closed his lips on it, his tongue having nowhere else to go but on the tip of it. Mother nature seemed to take over and he moved his lips and jaw around, bobbing his pretty blonde head back and forth while his tongue took the time to explore its new surroundings. He could only manage the head but he did a credible job for a solid minute before he had to stop. "Makes my mouth sore," he said, working his jaw but not letting go of my cock. "You wanna suck my dick now Jace?" he asked and when I asked him if that's what he wanted he nodded his head vigorously. We were still standing in knee- deep water so I suggested that we get out of the pool and took his hand, leading him to the chaise lounges where he sat down. I got to my knees and took his hard little cock in my hand and squeezed on it. The boy immediately spread his thin hairless legs and moaned. I felt on his smooth balls, squeezing them gently and causing more moans. I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth, swallowing the entire shaft all the way to his balls, my nose touching his flat pubic bone. I stayed there, unmoving, allowing my tongue to explore the entire surface of his cock head, Neil moaning softly at the new feelings ripping through his young body. "Gosh that feels so good Jace," he said quietly. I was gonna make it even better. Fondling the boys balls I slid back upward, pressing my lips together tightly as I slid over the rim of his cock head then slid back down. I turned my head a little to see his face and saw his eyes closed, head lolled to one side and the grimace of pain and pleasure on his smooth young face. I made a couple more passes up and down his rampant little boner, his cock head bounding off the very back of my throat, and then he spoke. "Oh God Jace, it's happening, it's happening. Oh god oh god oooohhhhhhhh." was about where he ended. I felt his cock get harder in my mouth and his body began shaking as the little boy came, his hands holding my head as he pushed to get all of his cock into my mouth. I'd never experienced a boy having a dry orgasm before, had never had one of my own, so I was a little bit amazed at how powerful it was, racking the small body as though he were an epileptic. I assumed however that his cock head would be sensitive afterwards, liquid or not so stop the up and down movement but continued to play with his balls. He finally relaxed back into the chair, arms fallen to his side and his slender little chest heaving as he gulped air. And then he began giggling and trying to pull away. "It tickles, it tickles," he said so I took my mouth from his cock and my hand from his balls and just looked at him as his breathing returned to normal. I was still on my knees and he sat up and leaned over, threw his arms around my neck and hugged. "That was totally fucking awesome Jace, thank you." He sat back then said, "What about you Jace are you gonna cum now I wanna watch you cum. It's so awesome when Nathan cums, oh man I love watchin it." I asked him how it was that he'd seen his brother sperm and he sort of blushed and said that he had walked in about three months ago just when Nathan was getting ready to shoot and watched, mesmerized as his brother jacked his cock rapidly as the white goo shot out of it like a cannon. "Since then, he showed me how to do it and every once in a while if we're bored or we're both feeling sexy we'll do it together. It's hot for both of us to watch each other. That's why I'm sort of excited to watch you do it." I didn't want to disappoint the cute young thing so lay on my own chaise lounge chair and proceed to jack off. When Neil asked if he could help I told him he could play with my balls if he wanted to and since he was more than willing to be a participant, he got to his knees and did it. I asked him to go to the opposite side so I could play with his cock and balls so he did. It certainly helped get me off. His cock was still hard so I stroked it, played his balls, which had dropped all the way down, ran my finger underneath him and tickled at the beginning of his butt crack, all the while pounding my thick cock. It was pretty hot. I found myself enjoying being with a boy as young as Neil although I didn't see myself becoming real active with boys his age. It was something new and therefore rather stimulating. ""I'm getting ready to cum Neil," I told him as the familiar tingle started. I stroked faster, constricting and relaxing what I call the cock muscle, helping to bring my orgasm to fruition. "OH fuck, here it is Neil, watch," I said panting slightly and then it was there. My cock thickened in my hand then erupted, the first shot hitting me in the neck, the second third and fourth ones landing very close to the first. The next batch of squirts made it to my nipples or just below them and then it slowed to short spurts and then an ooze as my jacking motion slowed to more of a milking movement. I continued to milk and my cock continued to ooze until there was nothing left. "Fuuuuuuck that's a lot of sperm Jace," Neil said slowly. It certainly was, probably about a half cup or a little more of the stuff when it was all said and done and the youngster was very clearly impressed by it. I let go of my cock and relaxed in the chair, one hand absently playing with my exhausted and drained balls. "That makes me hot to see Jace," he said, "I could make myself cum again." I asked him if he'd ever used lube when jacked off and he said no. I scooped up a handful of my sperm and told him to come straddle me, which he did, standing with a foot planted on either side of the lounge chair. I then grasped onto his rigid cock and began sliding up and down over the head. The boy about jumped out of his skin. "Jesusfuckingchrist," he moaned. "Oh shit ohfuck Jace that feels so fucking good." I was a little surprised at the language but kept up mauling his fat little cock head. It didn't take long before he came again, this time more forcefully than the first. He had to lean forward and brace himself on the chair to stop from falling over and he squealed like a girl as his body shook. He finally just collapsed on my body, careful not to harm my stuff, and lay prone on me, our bodies all but glued together from the rest of my cum. He lay there panting, his head resting on my chest and my chin on his head, and I held him, amazed at the difference it felt holding a smaller boy, how nicely he fit and how light he was. I trailed my hands up and down his back, down onto his delicious little orbs, squeezing and holding them, letting a finger trail up and down in his crack. He finally lifted his head, slid up a little bit and kissed me on the lips. "I don't know how to kiss but I wanted to show you how awesome that was Jace. It was incredible." I leaned down and kissed his lips again, a few soft little touchings. He kissed back, doing his best, which was good enough for me. "Can we do this again Jace? Not today but sometime. It was so cool and I don't think I'll ever forget it. I always knew I wanted to do stuff with another guy, I just didn't know it would be a man but now, I can't imagine boys my age being able to make me feel this good." I thought for a moment. "Just what is your age Neil? He said he was eleven and made twelve in September. I explained to him that he was the youngest boy I had ever been with and although it was totally awesome, I generally preferred boys a little older, besides there was another consideration. "So, you said that Nathan wanted to go out with me and you indicated that meant that he wanted to be sexy with me too." Neil nodded his head. "So if that were to happen, how am I going to deal with two hot brothers that live almost next door and want to be sexy with me, especially since Nathan doesn't want to play sexy with you?" "I don't know Jace. Somehow though I think we could work it out, ya know. Nathan is way cool and I don't think he'd be mad or jealous or anything. Could we just try it though and see? I told him that we could try but he had to remember that he couldn't be coming over every day and expecting to have sex play. I had work to do, that is, sometimes my tutees came to the house. Once a month or so I sponsored a private high stakes poker game that sometimes lasted a couple of days. "I understand Jace, honest. And I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't come every day, come over I mean," he added with a sly little grin. "Well, we'll have to see okay? I'm willing to give it some thought, see what happens but no promises, okay?" He hugged me tightly. "Whatever you say Jace. Honest.