Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 23:01:21 -0400 From: RANDY WIGGINS Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 2 This is a fictional story/ series and is explicit in nature so if you don't like reading about men and boys get lost. Then again if you didn't like this stuff you wouldn't be here at all would you? Either weay, enjoy and let me know what you think. rwig@hotmail.com Legal stuff: The story is mine so don't steal it or I'll be pissed. If you have a few extra bucks be sure and donate to Nifty to keep the archive a free site. Thanks RClayton LITTLE ADVENTURES 2: RYAN'S STORY (1) Greg drove me back to the library in the Mercedes, he even let me put the top down. It's an old car but it is still way cool. The guy has to be like totally rich but he doesn't act like a rich guy. He's fun too, that's what I like best, after being kinda shy, but he ended up a wildcat in the sack. I have been having sex with guys for two, maybe three years now and I have never had that much fun. He did things that I'd never even imagined, in ways that were so...cool. Nobody ever ate their own cum out of my ass before, then taking the time to wash me himself? Another first for me; and I liked it. When dad wants to play it's always an adventure. He brings neat toys home sometimes, other times it's just the normal stuff, but it's always fun. Dad likes to make sure we enjoy the sex as much as him, more often than not, more than him. It's weird to have sex with your dad and your brother but he says it's just a way of showing us he cares, and spending more time with us. Dad works a lot, has to because of the bills and all and him being the only one working. He is a teacher at the college as well as writing books and stuff. He doesn't get to spend as much out of the house time with us except at night on weekends. He is really good to us though, we get pretty much anything we want and he isn't a bossy dad as long as we do our part. We have to do our homework, keep our room clean and a few other minor chores but he doesn't go ballistic if we forget something. Dad cuts the grass himself because both me and Harry are allergic to grass seeds and stuff. I have more allergies than Harry but he is the one with asthma, bad too, he has to carry one of them inhalers with him everywhere. Harry is a sweet kid, real quiet. He is three years younger than me and is probably twice as smart as I'll ever be. He was mom's little `accident' as she called him. My mom... what a bitch. She left us when I was eight and Harry was five. Dad says that she left three or four times before the last one but always came back after a few months. Mom cheated on dad, a lot. We're pretty sure that Harry isn't dad's son. It's never been tested or anything but he says she came home three months pregnant one time, she'd been gone for five months though; you do the math. It doesn't bother dad though, as far as he is concerned Harry is his, and Harry doesn't know any different. Dad says it's our little secret. He likes to say things like our little this or our little that, making a play with our last name. Yeah, corny, I know. My full name is Ryan Paul Little and Harry is Harold Amos Little. Dad is Frederick Michael Little. His friends call him Freddie. I guess you're bored with my life story though so I'll get to the good stuff. We got back to the library and dad was standing beside his BMW looking tired and bored. He had on his white shorts and a Polo shirt that was also white. He had probably been at the club playing tennis or something. He does that every Saturday while I play with whoever I find. Harry is usually at Gram's house. She lives three houses down from us and Harry likes to go there on Saturdays. She has a better computer than we do, so that probably explains that. Greg pulled the Mercedes into a slot next to the Beamer and said hello to my dad. They talked for a while and I played with the CD player. Greg is really cool but he has strange taste in music. He and my dad even have a lot of the same CDs. "Sorry we kept you." Greg said. "Not a problem. I just got here and went looking for junior here about five minutes ago. When he wasn't inside I figured he had hooked up with someone." Dad smiled and I could tell he was checking Greg out. They are about the same age, dad is younger, but not by much. "You have a very interesting, and talented young man here." Greg said. He was being a bit reserved so I guess that's just how he is with new people. "Yeah, he's an okay kid." Dad said. He started messing with my hair; I hate it when he does that! I have really silky, longish blond hair. I take a lot of special care of my hair because I like it. Some boys couldn't care less what they look like, not me, I have to look good. Dad and Greg were giving each other the eye which meant we would probably be having company for dinner, and desert. Dad loves sex with me and Harry but he gets the urge to have someone closer to his age sometimes, someone who can fuck him like he fucks us. I've tried but I can't really do it for him unless I use one of the toys. He always thanks me but says that it just isn't the same. I can relate to that! The toys are okay but nothing like getting a real cock up me. I like dick, okay? The first time I ever had sex with a guy was with my dad. He caught me fucking myself with one of his dildos when I was ten. After that, I didn't need the dildo any more. Harry joined in just a few months ago. He's almost twelve. I got to be his first. We always sleep naked because it feels good. One night Harry came over to my bed and started sucking my cock while I was reading a comic book. I put the comic on the bedside table real careful because I like my things cared for. Harry's head was going up and down as his mouth worked my five inch cock. He wasn't very good but he did seem to know that teeth were a no-no. "Hey, hey! Slow down bro." I said. I put my hands on his hair. Another way we know he isn't dad's is his thick black hair. Dad says he looks like that Harry Potter kid in the movies. He even has the same kinda glasses but no scar. Harry's head stopped moving so fast and I began to really get into the attention he was giving my cock. He started to swirl his tongue around the head and lick the pee hole. I make a lot of pre-cum for my age and he was lapping it up like milk. "Better, bro, better." I was seriously chillin'. It wouldn't be long and I'd pop off in his mouth. "I'm about to cum so if you don't want it..." I decided it would be best to warn him before I shot in his mouth. That was what dad did for me. His head shot up and my cock bounced against my belly. He took my cock in his hand and jerked me off real slow. "What's it taste like?" Harry asked. He looked nervous but curious too. "Kinda salty, I've only tasted my own a couple times." I told him. "Oh, okay." His hand kept working my cock but the edge was off so it would be a while before I came. He watched the skin on my cock as it moved with his hand. He didn't take my dick in his mouth again but licked the sides and played with the slit with his tongue. "It's not nasty or anything." I told him. I really wanted his mouth back on my dick but didn't want to rush him or scare him off. This was the first time he had shown any interest in sex. He knew that me and dad got it on but had never done more than watch a few times. Slowly, Harry took the head of my cock back between his lips, he swallowed another inch and just went back and forth on it for a while. He would slip his lips down another half inch or so with each trip down my shaft. After five or six more trips up and down his tongue got busy wrapping around my cock and working it like he had been before, any worry about the taste of cum seemed forgotten. "Oh, fuck, baby!" I yelled out. My nuts got tight and spurts of jizz flowed quickly into my little brother's mouth. Harry worked my cock, swallowing my seed, he choked once then kept at it. I don't shoot much yet, but when I do, hold on baby! "Did I do it right Ryan?" He asked after moving off my cock and slipping up to lay his head by mine. "You did great bro." I told him. I kissed him on the mouth and after a few seconds he started kissing back. Before long we were tongue wrestling. The kid was learning fast. "Ryan, I asked if you're ready to go." Dad said as he shook my shoulder. "What? Oh, sorry dad, I was thinking about something." I replied as I opened the car door. "You can ride with Greg if you want." He said as he pushed the door closed again. "That must have been some thought." Greg said. He reached over and fondled my hard on through my shorts. "Yeah, I guess it was." I said with a smile. (2) Greg followed dad back to our house. I could have easily given him the directions but, oh well. I sat back and listened to the Elvis CD. I had gotten it out of the Caddy before getting in the convertible. I like Elvis. He's cool. Hot, for an old guy too. "You okay buddy?" Greg asked. He was glancing from the road to me every so often. He had unzipped my shorts after we got rolling again and moved a hand in now and then to play with my dick. "Yeah, I'm good." I replied. "I bet you'll love Harry." "Why is that?" "He's totally smooth and loves to sit and ride a hard cock. I taught him how to do that." I said with pride. Between me and dad Harry was turning into a real sex box. He loves it too, but so far he is still only doing it with us and his best friend, Billy. I've done Billy a few times myself but dad hasn't had the pleasure. I don't think he wants that much risk. "Sounds nice; I really enjoy being with you though." "Same here." I replied. He's been sorta mushy since we left his house. From that hidden room I kinda thought he did this sort of thing often, I guess he does but he sure seems to have a thing for me all the sudden. I had a guy named George last summer and he became obsessed. I had to stop hanging out at that library because he was always there. Dad even told him he would call the cops; that stopped George cold. Then there was this Clay guy that owns a comic shop. He was kind of fun, but he kept wanting to take pictures and shit. I always said no but had the feeling he had a camera hidden, filming us. I only messed with him for about a week and stopped. Dad says he was a kiddie porn dealer. If he'd paid me he coulda taken as many pictures as he wanted. "It's on the right when you pass the blue car there." I said, pointing to the old blue Buick that dad keeps trying to get the neighbor to move. Piece of shit car makes the property look bad. Greg pulled the Mercedes in behind the BMW. Dad was already out and heading down the block to get Harry from Gram's house. Gram is dad's mother. She is really cool. She has no idea about what goes on in our house of course. Dad says she would so not approve. She knows that he had boyfriends before he met mom and he's sure she knows he's had a few since she left. "Where's he headed?" Greg asked as he put the top up on the car. I helped with my side, then he locked the doors and set the alarm. "He's got to get Harry from Gram's house." "Okay. We wait until he gets back before going in?" "Nope, I have a key." I said, leading him to the house. When I got to the door I thought about what he had been doing in the car, and sure enough, my pants were still unzipped. "Fuck." "Problem?" "Forgot to zip up before getting out of the car; no biggie, I doubt anyone noticed." "Sorry, I should have thought of that." "Doesn't matter, come on in." I walked in and punched in the code to turn the alarm off. The den is that way. I have to take a massive piss." I pointed down the hall and turned in the opposite direction. I had to do more than piss but I wasn't going to tell him that. I got in the bathroom and closed the door, we rarely lock doors around here, just no pint in it I guess. I took my shirt off and pulled my shorts and undies off, then my shoes. I decided to jump in the shower after my piss and shit. I always have to go like wild after I get fucked. Cum must be like a laxative or something. Get constipated, go get fucked without a condom, cleans you right out. (3) I finished my business and walked across the hall naked to put on some clean clothes. Well, a clean pair of undies and a robe anyway. If dad wanted me to put on something more I would, later. Dad, Greg and Harry were in the kitchen when I came through. Dad had pulled steaks from the fridge and was getting them seasoned and ready for the grill. "Harry, why don't you go get more comfortable like your brother?" Dad said. It was more of a statement than a question which meant he wanted alone time with Greg. "Want to help your brother, Ryan?" "Sure, Dad," I said. I followed Harry back to our room and closed the door when we were inside. "You do him already?" Harry asked as he took his shirt off. "Yeah," I replied. "Well?" Harry asked. He had slipped his shorts down his smooth legs and was wearing no underwear. "It was cool, hell, it was the best ever! Don't tell dad I said that though." Harry laughed and jumped up on his bed, crossing his legs, ready to hear the story. "I pulled out a pair of bikinis from his drawer and tossed them at him before sitting beside him on the bed. I launched into my story. Before I was finished, Harry was sucking my cock. I had skipped the underwear when I came back to my room, decided a robe was enough. It lay open around me as his head bobbed up and down in my lap. Harry has really learned a lot since the first time he gave me head. I wanted to fuck him so bad right then. I kept thinking about the first time I got in him, couldn't help but think about it. "Ryan?" "Yeah, bro?" I asked, lying next to him. He had taken to sharing my bed a lot after the blowjob the week before. He had given me head every night since then. "Does it hurt when dad puts his dick up your ass?" He asked, looking into my eyes. His hand was jacking my dick real slowly. "Not really. It did the first time, but that faded pretty fast." I reached over and tweaked his right nipple. I love his body, it's so light compared to my tan. His nips are barely even visible, there so small but I can still get them nice and hard. "You want to fuck me?" He asked. "Whenever you think you're ready." I said. My cock jumped with just the thought of getting my dick in his tight, virgin ass. "I'm ready, now." He said. He removed his hand and sat up on the bed. "Okay." I replied. I didn't know what else to say. I'd been wanting this for a week, hell, longer than that. "The easiest way for a virgin is to sit on it, and ride, that way you control the action." "Tell me how." He said. His face lit up with excitement. "Put your legs on either side of my body and sit on my chest." I reached over and got the lube from the table by the bed. I keep it in an old cigar box with a cock ring and a few other small toys. My big toys are in the locked toy chest by the bedroom door, mixed in with the old GI Joes' and other action figures and shit; about a hundred Matchbox cars to. Siting in there with all that are three dildos of various lengths and widths. I keep my butt plugs in the cigar box. There's an enema kit in there too and I thought about using that on Harry before our new adventure but changed my mind. Harry slid a leg over my body and I lubed my cock up. I had him move his body up to my face so that I could get my tongue up his ass. I licked and tongued him for a few minutes then worked a lubed finger up his ass. I had fingered him a couple of times during the week worth of BJs so I guess that's what got his mind on being fucked. "You want me to give you an enema first? Cleans you and makes it easier to take a good fuck." I asked, kinda split on which choice I wanted him to make. He remained still, my finger slipping in and out of his super tight asshole. "Nah, I guess not. I had a good shit this morning." He replied. I said okay and began to work my finger in and out of his hole with a little more speed. His moaning and slipping around on me was enough encouragement to go for a second finger. I figured if he could take two or three fingers, he could take my cock. Harry cried out when I inserted a second finger. He moved around and after a few minutes, began pushing his ass down on my fingers, forcing them in as far as they would go. I worked in a third finger without the slightest hesitation from Harry. He was sliding up and down on my long fingers like they were the biggest cock in the world. "Okay," I began. I pulled the fingers out and he whined. "Don't get excited, it's time for the real thing. Now, slide back down `till your over my cock, stay up on your knees though." Harry followed the instructions to the letter. His body hovered over mine, my cock pointing upward slightly. My cock tends to lay against my belly when it gets hard. Dad's does about like mine but Harry's points straight out from his body, like an arrow. I jacked my KY coated cock a bit while slipping a finger back in Harry's butthole. I pulled up on my cock and told Harry to lower himself slowly so that I could guide my dick into him. He was perfect. His butt moved closer and closer to my cock, the head touched the muscle around his hole. "You ready?" I asked. "Yeah, let's do it." He said. His voice was a bit shaky. Don't know if it was from fear or excitement. "Okay, baby, here goes." I pushed up and he pushed down as I had told him to. I felt some slight resistance to my cock head but it eased on past the ring and slid easily into Harry's ass as he sat down. "Fuck!" He yelled out once he was all the way down. "You okay?" I asked. I had to smile. The look on his face was priceless. He was shocked and happy all at once. I had him keep his glasses on because I had always had a thing for the Harry Potter character and my Harry looks like his twin. He nodded his head, smiling. Harry began to move his body up and down, letting my cock slide through his tight ass. It was the tightest ass I had ever been in. Even his friend Billy was looser than Harry. I felt his muscle clenching my sensitive cock as he rode me like a race horse. The boy had gotten the picture. "I want to change positions." I said. I told Harry to slide off and lay on his back when I got up. With harry under me, I slipped his legs up and apart as far as they would go. He is a really limber kid. He's been taking gymnastics since he was seven. I got in position and slid the head of my cock just inside his ass with no resistance. I pushed in and started slipping right down, balls deep in my little brother. With a pull backward and a thrust forward I got into a rhythm and really fucked the boy like he was a pro bottom. Harry moaned and groaned and with ever deep, hard thrust he cried out in pleasure. He was jacking his four inch cock as hard as he could as I pounded into his no longer virgin, boy ass. "Fuck me, Ryan!" He begged. This request inspired me so much that I began to use every bit of energy I had to piston fuck my baby brother's ass. I slammed in and out so fast, it was like I was The Flash or something. It felt so good, his ass grabbing my cock with each plunge in. Hearing Harry beg for more and moan when I gave him what he wanted. It would only be another minute before I shot my load. That was when the bedroom door opened and dad came in. "Well, I thought I might see this from the noise you two were making." He closed the door and walked over. I didn't slow up once bit as I kept going at Harry's twelve year old ass. Dad sat on the other bed, watching as his oldest son fucked his youngest. He opened his robe and stroked his cock. That was it, I began shooting in Harry's ass. I counted four blasts before I realized I was hitting on blanks after that. I relaxed, lying on top of Harry, kissing his mouth and being kissed in return. "Okay, my turn." Dad said. I got up, slipping my limp cock out of Harry's asshole. It was a little red and there was the slightest bit of blood seeping out mixed with my cum. I looked at my limp dick and there was some blood there to. "Is he gonna be okay?" I asked, scared. "He's fine." Dad said. He took a tissue from the box beside my supply kit and began wiping at Harry's asshole. After a few more drops came out, there was nothing but clear cum. "See, some people just bleed the first time. Some it takes a few times before they stop. Plus Harry is only twelve." "I started at ten and I didn't bleed." I said, confused. "You had been stretching your hole with dildos and such before I fucked you. Your ass was used to having something up there." "Yeah, true. I didn't think about that." I said. "Here, clean yourself up." Dad handed me some tissue. He got on the bed and laid on top of Harry, kissing his mouth and neck, letting his hands run down my brothers tight boy body. "You gonna?" I asked, a little worried. "Don't know yet. I may wait until tomorrow." "No, now." Harry said. He wrapped his legs around our father's waist. "You hurting any?" Dad asked. "It stings a bit but I'm okay." Harry said. "If it hurts at all say so and I'll stop. I don't need you getting hurt and having to go to the doctor. Wouldn't know how to explain that away," Dad said. "I promise." Harry said. Dad got to his knees, raising Harry's legs back. I moved to the head of the bed and held Harry's legs out of dad's way. Dad got lubed up and slid into position. I was still worried because dad's dick is huge. Nine inches long, and fat too. That's a lot more than my five incher, even with the width of mine it isn't half what dad's is. Harry looked a little worried himself for a few seconds as dad jacked his dick, getting it good and slick. Dad pushed at Harry's hole with the monster head of his cock and it popped in. Harry screamed. That was pain, through and through. Dad stopped still, waiting. There were tears streaming down Harry face. I removed his glasses and put them on the bedside table. "Okay, this wasn't a good idea." Dad said, starting to pull back out. "No! I'm okay. It just hurt going in. Please don't stop." Harry still had tears flowing a bit. Dad took a deep breath then nodded. I wished he had stopped though. With a careful push, dad slipped an inch into Harry's ass. He waited then pushed another inch. Harry had stopped crying and was moaning a bit. Dad looked at Harry and Harry nodded that he was okay. I stood there with my knees on each side of Harry's head, holding his ankles apart. I wasn't happy about it though, I was scared shitless that Dad would hurt Harry, not on purpose, of course, but still. Dad pulled back and pushed in again. He seemed content to only use about four or five of his nine inches. I could see the muscles in his arms bulge as he held himself up, above my brother. His elbows would bend some as he pushed in and straighten on the pull out. Harry moaned, but now there was a content smile on his face; the tears were drying on his cheeks. Dad began to speed up. He pushed in and pulled out, going at it as long as my brother acted like he was enjoying the attention and not suffering. "Put in more, dad." Harry said. With a nod, dad sank himself deeper into Harry's ass. Harry yelped and moaned some but seemed okay so dad kept going. Dad had settled to his elbows on the bed as he plowed nearly his entire cock into Harry's boy ass. There was sweat on dad's face as he went in and out, being careful not to jerk wrong or move his hard cock to rough inside of Harry butt. Harry was jacking himself again as Dad plowed his ass. I started getting hard again and before I knew it, Harry had taken the head of my cock in his mouth and was trying for more. I gave him what he wanted as I began fucking his face. It was not easy in the position I was in but where there's a will, there's a way. Dad started grunting and tensing up so I knew he was about to blast his load. There was no way Harry's ass could hold even a small portion of dad's spunk. Harry worked my cock even faster with his mouth as he worked his own with his right hand, which is strange because Harry's left handed. Dad yelled loud as he shot. I could smell cum and a slight metallic smell that was like blood with a tinge of shit. Harry screamed again. He had spit my cock out and was yelling like there was no tomorrow. Dad pulled his softening cock out of my brother. He reached for the tissue box and I handed it to him. "Go get a warm damp rag please." He said as he wiped pinkish cum and shit from around Harry butt. I ran to the bathroom and got the wet rag and came back. I handed it to dad and he tossed the mushy tissue to the hard wood floor. Dad cleaned Harry up and watched for more of the bloody cum. "Damn it! I knew better." Dad said as he held one of Harry's hands. I took the other and used a new tissue to wipe the new tears from Harry's eyes. "I love you, Harry. I am so sorry, son." Dad said. He was just about to tears himself. I had already started crying and didn't even realize it because I was so scared. "Should we call an ambulance?" I asked. I knew it was a bad idea because they would arrest dad instantly. "Not yet." He kept watching Harry. "Go rinse this out and bring it back." I took the rag and did as I was told. It was a long night and Harry finally fell asleep after dad carried him to the toilet and had him push out whatever wanted out. He cried but when he was done he said he felt better. I had already drawn him a warm bath so dad helped him into the tub. While dad went to clean up and change in his room I cleaned myself up there at the sink and then sat on the floor beside the tub. Harry went to sleep after three minutes of soaking. Dad said to let him soak for another ten minutes. Dad carried Harry to his bed and I followed. We had all slept on the king size bed many times. Dad slipped into sleep after watching Harry for another hour. I didn't drop off until almost dawn. The next morning when I woke up I found myself alone. I got up and slipped my red robe on and wandered down the hall to mine and Harry's room. Harry was on his bed watching Justice League on TV. He looked up and smiled. "How ya feeling bro?" I asked. I walked over to the bed and sat beside him. He was wearing a pair of white briefs and nothing else. "Better. Man, how can something feel so good and hurt so bad too?" He asked me. "I don't know, bro." I replied. I kissed him on the head and messed his hair up. "I love you." "I love you, too, Ryan." He said, smiling at me. I bent over and kissed him on the mouth and he returned it briefly. "I want to finish this, then we can play." He said. "Let's not play today. Maybe some oral tonight if you feel like it." He didn't look pleased but shrugged and went back to watching his cartoon. "Boys!" Dad called from down the hall. I popped out of my day dream about the same time my cock shot off in Harry's working mouth. He swallowed my small load, raised his head, licking his lips, and smiled. "That was great!" He said as he got up and pulled his robe back on, tying it at the waist. "Tell dad I'll be out in a few minutes." I told Harry. "You okay?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?" "Not at all Harry. Come here." He moved back to me and I kissed him, letting my tongue slip between his open lips and into his cum tasting mouth. "I love you bro." I said when we stopped. "I love you too." He said. "Hurry up, okay? I'm hungry." I heard him running down the hall as I stood up to pull my own robe on. Harry recovered nicely from his first anal encounter. Dad was reluctant to ever give him a second one, at least with him. It took weeks before he could be with Harry again. In that time I had been with him about twice a week, anal anyway. Oral wise, Harry still sucked me off every night. Brotherly love. I shook my head with a laugh and headed down the hall to see what was going on in the kitchen.