Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2019 23:53:34 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Fifth Grade Sleep Over FIFTH GRADE SLEEP OVER By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely conincidental. Compliments, complaints or comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. Bandwidth isn't free. I was at the gym working out and Tristan was supposed to be on the chair up front but he couldn't sit still. It's Sunday monring and there's only the skinny old lady on the elliptical and another guy at the Smith machine doing squats but he is llistening to music and is oblivious to everything. Tristan is running around, allegedly going to the bathroom, which requires him to sprint from one end to the other to pee. He goes two or three times and I think he is trying to make a point but I'm working out. He plays with the assisted dip machine, climbing up and trying to work it. He's not supposed to be on the machines but he's a boy, restless and bored and he plays. That's what boys do. And he is beautiful. A mop of black hair and a perfectly lean and tight little body, all of 10 years old and a big ready smile. He's in a pair of shorts with Chuck Taylors and above the ankle black socks and his hairless legs are tanned. You can't even see a little bulge but I know it's there. The boy drives me to distraction. Not his playing. His sexiness. When we get home, I ask him if he wants to shower. "You stink" he said I do. He likes to make fun of me for body odor -- he has none, of course -- but it turns him on. I go in the bedroom and peel off my T shirt. I am hairy but muscular, My torso is tanned too. Tristan is there too and he pulls off his T shirt. He is hairless. Lean, skinny even. You can count the ribs. His arms are like slender branches. I yank down my running shorts, a pair of compression shorts underneath. Off comes Tristan's shorts. We haven't said anything to each other but he is there in his blue and white striped briefs looking all sexy. He laughs and starts grabbing at my compression shorts. "Take them off, take 'em off Dusty" I grab my crotch. "You want that?" "Let me see, let me see, Dusty" he says, alnost squeeling. I yank down my shorts, liberating my half hard cock and Tristan laughs like it is the greatest joke in the world. His little briefs are tented because he knows what is coming. Still laughing, he yanks down his shorts and stands there, small and naked and hard. It is the size of a finger with marble sized balls underneath but it sticks up at a jaunty angle nearly pointing at his chin. He reaches down and puts his perfectly formed fist on it and yanks himself furiously for a few strokes. I take in the sight of this hairless beauty and reflect on my luck that he is mine and grow visibly hard right there in front of him, which Tristan thinks is hilarious. He pushes me playfully backwards onto our bed and I fall back willingly. Spread out on it, Tristan climbs on top of me, his small hard dick resting against my bigger one. His small body laying on top of mine. I put my hands on his firm ass and push him onto me. Then he scoots up and begins kissing me. Tongue and all. "You still stink" he says "You want me to take a shower?" He thinks about it. "Bath" We wallow in the garden tub until the water gets cold, two naked bodies, one grown and the other not. He flips and turns and splashes water around as a result but I could care less because I have a sexy boy naked rolling around on me, and my erection is a source of endless fascination. He loves to touch it and stroke it and suck on it. He loves to be naked and he is proud of his erection, small and hard and stricking straight up, and insists that I touch him and suck it. And I know that his whole body shudders and shakes as he has a dry orgasm. But having had one, he will want another. We laze around a bit on a Sunday before cleaning up the house some, me more than him, before he goes out to play with his little friends. In the night, though, we will share a bed and his naked little body wil be pressed against mine. He won't sleep alone and never has. He has his own room, a place he can retreat to and decorate as he desires, mostly posters from Marvel movies, but he won't sleep there and I don't want him to. Getting him to settle down to sleep at night is a chore -- a delightful one to be sure -- as he wants to to roll around and touch and kiss and suck. If I don't want to, if I am not in the mood, he will tease and taunt me. He will ask me if I am getting too old to like sex. For Friday, Tristan decides that he wants his new friend Brady to stay over. The kid's mom calls to make sure it is okay and to make sure I'm not some sort of pervert or child molestor. I must have satisfied her even though I am a pervert. The only problem is that I'm sure Tristan will want to play some naked sort of game with his little friend and I will get to see him naked, it'll be look but don't touch. But then on Friday, Ttristan burst through the door in a blaze of energy, trailing another boy behind him, just as energetic. That was Brady and he was literally the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He has a compact boyish build, all lean pefection, with a mop of unruly golden hair and almond skin with big, brown eyes and the most symmetrical face, almost feminine looking, ever. My God, he is gorgeous. He deposits his small bag on the floor. "Thank you, Mr Thompson, for letting me stay over with Tristan" Brady said. 'Dusty" I corrected him. "We'll have a good time. It'll be fun" He smiled brightly and it made him even more beautiful. "C'mon, Brady" Tristan called out as he was tearing off his clothes. "Let's go swimming" "I can put on my trunks" Brady said "You don't have to. Dusty don't care" Brady looked at me, disbelief in his eyes. "It's just us guys" I said We are the end of a cul-de-sac backed against the woods but there are no houses on either side and a good privacy fence. Obviously, I want Tristan as naked as possible and he prefers it anyway. He has swim trunks but rarely wears them. Only on the coolest days does he wear clothes to bed, and instead cuddles up next to me, almost demanding that I touch him. He would rather be naked anyway. I am the beneficiary of that, even now. Brady is hesitant but he does strop off and heads hurriedly out the door. I got a brief look at his front, a small cock and hairless but his balls have dropped and are bigger than a young boys, and a long look at his firm ass, white where his swim trunks and underwear have covered. It is a fine sight.. I let them play in the hot sun of the afternoon, both of them naked and unashamed, fighting and roughhousing in the water. I make a fruit drink -- OJ, pineapple juice, some lime juice, raspberry liquer, and a little bit of rum. Just a little. Neither of them top 80 pounds, so they are lightwieghts by definition. I don't want them drunk, but a nice glow would be good. I tale the pitcher outside and three glasses and some ice and they jump out and descend on it, drinking up ravenously before jumping back in the pool. I sit poolside and watch for a little while before making tacos for dinner. They don't want to come in for dinner and would want to stay in the pool and I accomodate them. Let boys be boys, I say. But then the light begins to fade and I bring them in to eat. They pack away the taco's like locusts have descended and I let each of them have a half of a beer to wash it down. They coerce me into the other half and I give in gracefully. First Tristan and then Brady make a big show over belching with the beer, which they think is hilarious. Both of are wrapped up in a towel right now, although Tristan is careless about it hanging open, but Brady makes no move to get dressed back. "Can we go back out to the pool even though it's dark, Dusty?" Tristan asks Brady looks like he wants to as well. "Sure" I say, "Or we can watch a movie" "Which one?" Brady asks "X-men?" "Cool!" Brady announces. They plop on the couch and I pull it up on Netflix and Tristan grabs the remote when I do it too slowly. He cycles through and pulls it up and both boys relax in the darkness as we watch the movie. They love it and it's after 10 before it's done. It should be bedtime but it's Friday night and a sleep over and I anticipate sleeping alone tonight. So, I'm not in a hurry and neither are they. Both of them are on the couch, barely covered with the towel and indifferent to that fact. I've stayed dressed but in a pair of work out shorts and I am shirtless. "Can we watch a dirty movie?" Tristan asks "Sure" "Seriously?" Brady asks "Why not?" "A real dirty one" Tristan says, making sure I understand. Tristan pushes buttons and switches over to the computer, where I have a bunch of movies including some I have made of him. "What's the name of that one?" "Baccanal de adolescentes" He doesn't know what it means even though I've explained it to him. He finds it and clicks it on. It opens to a boy walking across a park but cuts to him in the shower, masturbating. The boy, and he is a boy, maybe 12 or maybe 13, has a longer and fatter dick than they do but just as hairless. He has an 80's haircut and bit of baby fat still but he is hot enough as a boy. His sister catches him. There is no sound and there may be no plot. It goes to an intercut scene, one of the sister getting fucked by her teacher and the boy going to an office and getting a blow job from an older woman and then a younger one. Tristan has his hand underneath the towel and Brady is squirming uncomfortably. I gert up and go in the bedroom and get a bottle of Astroglide and come back. I peel off my shorts, with a hard on going and Brady stares at me. "Just us guys, right?: I say. I squitrt some in my hand and then give the bottle to Tristan. I sit in my recliner as Tristan gets some lube and hands the bottle to Brady. Tristan kicks off the towel and goes to town on his dick, masturbating. Brady gets some lube and does the same thing. "Dusty. Come here" Tristan says. I get between them on the couch as we watch the movie. Now a teenage boy and his father are each fucking a woman, side by side. The boy is hot as fuck. Tristan scoots over next to me and reaches out to grab my stiff dick. That movement inspired Brady. He scooted over too. I reached out, one hand for one and the other for the other, masturbating both boys. I could do them with a thumb and forefinger, their hardness between. Brady reached over to take my cock from Tristan and I was thrilled. Another boy to play with. I have to be careful and let him set the pace. He needs to be a willing, and ultimately satisfied, participant. "Betcha you won't suck him" Tristan said. "Betcha I will" Brady answered. I almost jumped out of my skin. He leaned over, bent in half nearly and put the tip of my dick in his mouth. I felt his tongue, rough around the head. He grabbed my shaft with one hand and stroked it as he sucked on it. Then he edged down, a little further, a bit more in his throat, and then bobbed up and down some. His other hand started on my balls, tugging, but went back to his own dick, stroking it. He came off my dick with a smile. "Am I better than Tristan?' "No way!" Tristan said loudly, jumping over and laying out, grabbing my dick from his friends hand, gobbling it down. I reached over and squeezed his perfect little ass as he sucked me. Brady, still stroking some but looking pouty, edged away. I nodded my head to get him to come back. I told him to stand up on the couch in front of me. I wanted after that exquisite young dick, sticking up proudly, attached to that absolute dream of boy's body. He got in position and I took it in. Sucking a boy is diffetent from sucking a man, of course. Not merely that they are smaller but they need more tongue action. Whatever I was doing must have been right because Brady sighed and then sighed again. What Tristan was doing to my dick was sure as fuck right but he knows how to please me, from long experience. I would have done that all night and Brady was enjoying it too, I thought. He bent all the way over and whispered in my ear, "You know what?" "What's that?" He acted shy. He made the sort of exaggarated gesture of reluctance that young boys do before saying, "I want to put my weiner in Tristan's butt" "Hey, Tris" I said out loud "Brady wants to fuck you" "Dusty!" Brady cried out in protest. "Cool" Tristan said, coming off of my dick. He contorted and twisted himself around so that he was still prone but facing the other way, then jumpted up to the doggy position. "Go for it" I told Brady. I don't know how much of his dick he got into Tristan's ass but not much. Certainly not like Tristan is usually fucked. But I have to admit it was hot watching two prepubescent boys fuck. Brady flexed his little butt, trying to drive it into Tristan's ass and he had the rhythm down. I sat there and stroked my dick, watching them basically play act at fucking, but of course Tristan has taken the real thing and I was wondering about Brady and what chance I had with him. Then he looked over at me "You want to?" At first, I wasn't sure if he was fuffilling my dreams as if reading my thoughts. but then I realized he wanted me to take over. He wanted to see me fuck his buddy. "It's up to Tristan" I said. "He doesn't always want me too. A lot of thimes, I just slide it between his butt cheecks, or between his legs. Or we just suck and stroke" Brady looked puzzled. "My Dad doesn't give me a choice" "He should" I said "Yours is bigger than his" :"Go on" Tristan said. "Dusty will be easy, wontcha Dusty?" "Yeah and if it hurts, you can tell me to stop" "Okay" Brady said. I sat on the couch and the most beautiful boy in the world hovered over me, easing himself down on my stiff bare dick, well lubed. I let him set the pace and he grabbed it between his legs and got it angled and eased himself down slowly on it. But he took it all the way. My hip against his ass, I told him to stay there and get used to it but Tristan was congratulating him and telling his friend to fuck me. Brady leaned back and let his weight fall against my torso and I began to move underneath him. Slowly in and out. He was breathing heavy, little grunts. Pain, I suppose, mixed with pleasure. Brady rested his feet on my knees and began to push up and fall back down on my dick, riding me. Tristan maneuvered and got between my legs, on his knees, licking at Brady's still hard dick. My dick plowed his ass. The boy has been fucked before. His dad took his cherry. Now I'm fucking him. I will say this: the kid knows how to move. Dad has taught him well. I put my arms around his torso and look over as Tristan goes after his tool. 'You like that dick?" I ask. Tristan looks up and I can see in his eyes that he does. He doesn't come off of it to answer. Brady kind of falls back against my torso but he keeps his ass moving up and down and around as he sighs and moans. It's amazing. When I was their age, I was untroubled by lust or desire. They are prepubescent after all. I guess being introduced to sex early makes a difference. At any rate, Brady keeps moving up and down on my hard dick, moaning as he does, and Tristan keeps going after his hard cock as he moves and somitimes getting under his ass to lick tmy tool. I figure hie is the luckiest boy in the workd and he knoes it, lost in his own pleasure, his kinny tight young body all contracted up. Then a choked off grunt comes out of Brady, like a last gasp before dying. Then he settles down on my lap, my dick stil up inside him. He turns his head and kisses me. "You wanna maybe do that to Tristan?" "You need a break?" "Yeah" brady admits. He had a dry orgasm and even though he is still hard, he needs a chance to recover. It won't take long, not in a boy that young. I fuck Tristan doggy style. He is so michevious and rambunctious that I feel he needs to be dominated and he loves that too. He spreads his legs and sticks his ass up in the air. There's not a lick of hair around his sweet hole and I push my stiff hard dick into it. He's been fucked and he knows what it is. I fill him up, all the way, my crotch against his ass and then start fucking him. I'm horned up and needing release from Brady's hot hole and Tristan is paying the price.. 'Fuck me" Tristan says, bouncing back on my dick "Fuck me harder, Dusty" "This what you want little boy?" I say as I pound his ass hard and fast. "Come on, Dusty, fuck me" he says, reaching down to stroke his little dick. Brady is hard still and now stroking it as he watches his friend get sodomized. He grins big and laughs as Tristan taunts me. But I know Tristan. He likes being fucked but he is doing it so I will get off. He can sense my hunger and lust. So I keep going, grunting as I do. In and out and Tristan strokes himself as I do. "Oh, fuck!" I call out. He is too tight and I am too horny. "Oh fuck!" I won't pull out like a porn star. I'll cum in his ass. And it will be in a second. The pressure is too great and I need the release. I pound it one last time and like a dam collapsing, the torrent flows. My dick twitches one, two, three, four, five times, spewing out hot cream as the wave of orgasm sweeps over me. "You fuck better than my dad" Brady says. "Anytime you want to sleep over, it's cool. Bring your dad. Maybe I can give him some pointers." I'm spent and satisfied. I go into the kitchen, still naked, to get the boys another drink. When I get back, they are on the couch, in each other's arms, making out. It is is a deeply erotic sight, of course, two young boys like that. They take the alocohol and are a little drunk but we head on back to the bedroom where we will all share a bed tonight. Round two.