Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 16:51:16 -0400 From: RANDY WIGGINS Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 3 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 3: GREG'S CHOICE (1) I must admit that I was amazed when I saw Ryan's brother, Harry. He really is one of the most adorable boys I have ever seen. Oh, he's no Ryan, that's for sure, but there was something about the dark haired boy. Something I wanted to explore a little more closely. "Harry, tell me more about yourself." I asked. I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy. I'm sure Ryan was getting pretty jealous of the attention I was giving his brother but I just couldn't help myself. "I like soccer, computers, and comic books. I love cartoons and reading regular novels too." The boy pulled a bit of steak from his fork with his teeth. "Nice hobbies. I'm a bit of a comic book fan and collector as well." I said. "Cool." The boy replied. "Ryan, how was your afternoon?" The boys' father asked. "Very filling." Ryan replied with a sly grin. Mike, he had asked me to call him that while the boys were in their heir room, looked at me with a smile of his own. "I just bet it was." "I guess you find us very unusual don't you, Greg?" Mike asked. He had finished his dinner and was working on a cold Corona. The beer bottle was half empty after the second swallow. "Well, I must admit that I have not been around many fathers and sons who share as much as all of you do. I've never been with many boys who are as passionate as Ryan either, for that matter." I replied. The man laughed. "I suppose not. I guess you would like to become more friendly with Harry now? See how he compares with his brother." Mike had a smile on his face that was very uncomfortable to look at. Something was on the man's mind and it bothered me. "Well, that would be up to Harry. I have a rule about not making plans to be with anyone unless they ask me first. Boys have to want to be loved rather than be made to." I said. I had always felt the same way about my involvement with the boys I had experiences with over the years. I would let them know that they were wanted, if they wanted physical attention from me, they knew where to find me. I had rarely been left waiting for one to approach. "Son, how do you like Greg?" Mike asked Harry. "He's pretty neat. Ryan says he is real fun and caring to. I'd like to talk to him more first, though." Harry said. He looked to me to see if I would be annoyed at his minor rejection. "I can live with that." I said with a smile. If the boy liked me, we would have an experience together, if not, well, there was always Ryan who had expressed avid interest in a replay of our afternoon delights. Plus, there was Mike who had been giving me the eye since I first met him in the he parking lot. I didn't see myself lacking for a sexual partner for the remainder of the evening so I had myself a win, win situation. "Great." Harry said. Mike nodded in, what looked like, appreciation for a situation handled well on all accounts. He was certainly an interesting man, with very unusual sons; sons he obviously loved a great deal. It would be an entertaining adventure getting to know these boys. I wasn't really enthused about becoming involved with Mike though. Not that I didn't find him attractive, or that I passed on sex with adult men. I just wasn't sure about the man, not yet. "Have you got a lot of homework, Ryan?" Mike asked. "A bit, nothing I can't knock out in study hall tomorrow." "Harry?" "Finished it already," Harry replied before returning to his meal. He had nearly devoured the entire steak and the baked potato in the time I had been talking to his father. "Excellent." Mike said. He stood up. "Want a beer, Greg?" "I'll pass. Thanks though." I replied, "I don't like drinking too much before I engage in sex, makes me cloudy headed and reckless if I drink too much." "A soda then." He asked. "It is probably a good idea to stay clear headed. Accidents can happen." >From the look on Mike's face I could tell he was remembering what might have been a bad encounter at some point due to alcohol. "I'll take a Coke, sure." I replied. Mike went into the house, carrying his plate and tea glass. He looked at Ryan and the boy picked up his dishes and followed his father into the house. They closed the sliding glass door, leaving me alone with the very attractive Harry Potter clone. Harry finished his steak and pushed his plate forward on the table. "I guess that's our cue to get to know each other better. Dad isn't terribly subtle about some things and Ryan is kinda slow on the uptake but they mean well." "You speak very well, Harry; A sign of a good education." "I am interested in you. I wouldn't even mind having sex with you, not if you're as attentive as Ryan told me." The boy said. He had a sly grin on his gorgeous little face. "Thank you, Harry. I like you a great deal as well, and yes, I would be just as attentive to you as I was to your brother." I said as I looked up toward the kitchen window. I had felt like I was being watched, and sure enough, I saw both Ryan and Mike watching us from the kitchen. I raised a hand and waved to them. They left the window pretty quickly once they knew they had been spotted. "They were watching, right?" Harry said. He shook his head and laughed a bit. "You know my dad has a thing for you, right?" Harry asked after a moment of silence. "I got that, yeah." I replied. I didn't want to show that I wasn't as interested in a one on one with Mike as the man obviously hoped I would be and I didn't want that spoiling my chances with Harry. "You don't feel the same." Harry said, flat voiced. "I can tell these things. Just a gift, I guess." "Interesting gift." I replied. I was more than a little flustered that this twelve year old boy had read me so easily. "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to offend you." Harry said. He looked worried. "Not offended, buddy. Taken off balance, yeah, but not offended. I doubt that either of you boys could offend or anger me, not for long anyway." "Ryan gets that a lot. He is such a slut sometimes." Harry shook his head again. "That's not a very nice thing to say about your brother, Harry." I said. I wasn't sure what to think about his comment. Ryan is certainly adventurous and more than a bit amorous but I hardly think he is a slut. "I know; he just upsets me with his tricks sometimes. No offense." "None taken." I replied. I was beginning to feel like it was really Harry that had the brains in this family; that if any of them were worth my time, it would be him rather than Ryan, or Mike who had no chance at all compared with his sons. "I guess I'm jealous of Ryan's adventures. He tells me about many of them and they sound like so much fun. I feel guilty because I want to be the one that gets to pick up guys and enjoy sex with them." "Don't you enjoy the sex?" "Oh, I love it, most of the time. I like to just be held a lot too, cuddling up and just feeling someone next to me. I know how weird that sounds coming from someone my age." Harry said looking away from me for the first time. "I don't think it's all that weird, Harry. I often feel the same way. It's like there is so much more to being with someone than just physical sexual activity." "Exactly." Harry said. He looked back at me again. "You are the only person that has ever understood and not acted like I was a nut or something. Dad calls me a hopeless romantic." "What does Ryan call you?" I asked. My curiosity with this boy grew the more he said. "He usually just holds me and lets me cuddle up to him. Sometimes he returns the affection the way I feel it but others he just does it to please me. Ryan really does love me, he just doesn't relate to me very well." Harry said. He pushed his glasses up his perfectly shaped nose. "I would love to just spend the night with you, Harry, even if we did nothing but cuddle and kiss." "I would like that as well, Greg." Harry replied. He smiled for the first time in, what felt like, hours. It was like looking right at a beautiful sunset or sunrise. (2) Mike allowed Harry to spend the night with me at my home. It was a Saturday so there would be no school the following day. Come to think of it, it was summer so there would be no school for many weeks yet. I began by showing him around the house, more of a tour than I had given his brother earlier that day, actually. He seemed to be impressed with the art and the books I own. He also made mention of his liking of the furniture and general design of the house. This was easily the most enjoyable time I had ever spent with a boy his age when sex was not an issue. Actually, he was a bit too young for my usual tastes. His brother barely met the age range I prefer. "Where is your comic book collection?" Harry asked as he wandered around my living room. "It's in the basement. I had the space designed specifically as a storage room with the collection in mind. It is well ventilated so it's never too cold or too hot; sealed tight to prevent water or humidity as well." "Nice. You have a real respect for your things. I wish Ryan and dad had that outlook. They tend to be a little more rough and tumble with their things." We spent nearly two hours in the comic book room. He admired many comics as well as the various signed prints and special collectibles. I don't think he ever imagined an individual person owning and displaying such a collection with pride. Around one in the morning I led him upstairs to my bedroom. Not the small room off of the den I had taken Ryan to. I hadn't cleaned the sheets in there anyway. I have rarely slept in that room in fact. Only when I had a spend the night friend over, which was rare because of the dangers involved with such an activity. I may enjoy the company of young boys but I am not reckless or stupid about it. "This is nice." Harry said as he walked around my master bedroom. It's probably the largest room in the house next to the den, where I sleep and where I read are two of my most treasured rooms. I have a great kitchen too but that's beside the point. "Thanks. I spent a lot of time making the choices for this room. I wanted it to be the most comfortable room in the house because I spend a great deal of my time here." I sat on the small couch which faces the bedroom door. There are two arm chairs across from it and to the far right is the king size bed and to the left is the entertainment center. I really do spend a lot of time in here, much more than the den at times. Harry sat on the bed and yawned. He stretched before pulling his shirt off and tossing it on a chair near the bathroom door. I watched as the boy pulled off his shoes and socks, then his shorts. I noticed he hadn't been wearing underwear. Naked, he stood up and walked over to me. His body was like a porcelain statue, perfect in every way. Smooth skin, slight curves where they were most desirable. "You are a beautiful boy, Harry." I said in amazement. "Thanks." He said. He went to his knees on the carpet and began to untie my shoes. He removed each show, then sock placing them in the shoe for that foot. He stood back up and began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. I can't describe how erotic this was to me. I had experienced my young friends undressing me before but never with such care and attention. Harry worked quietly as he encouraged me to stand up. I did so and he un-hooked my belt and slid the zipper down on my jeans before popping the button. His hands slid my pants down my legs and I stepped out of them as he began to fold and lay them on the back of the couch with my shirt, which he had also folded. I was amazed! I didn't undress with this much care for details when I was alone. By this time I had a full blown hard-on. There was no way to hide it and I didn't even care to try. The boy didn't seem the least bit put off by my show of sexual arousal. He simply began to slide my boxer briefs down, taking great care when he moved my hard cock so that it wouldn't get caught in the waistband. His hands moved the underwear down and I stepped out of them. He folded them and placed them on top of the jeans. There we were, both stark naked, both sporting hard cocks. He only had about four inches of cock but I'm sure that would grow as soon as puberty took hold. His brother, only two years older, sported a nice five plus inches. I remembered Ryan telling me that Harry was not his father's son so there is no telling how the boy would develop. I had a strong feeling it would be nicely. He could very likely wind up much more desirable than his brother within the next six years or so. I'm not putting Ryan down in any way. His body is just as perfect for his age as Harry's is for his. Both boys were highly attractive in very different ways. Ryan is the kind of boy I could become monogamous with, but so is Harry. It would be interesting to see how my relationship with the two brothers, and with their father, developed in the coming days and weeks. "I guess I know what you want to do." Harry said with a smile that reminded me so much of his brother. "You look ready to go too, kiddo." I replied with a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I am." His eyes roamed my body, centering on my genitals. I am not the best hung man in the world but I have a fair seven inches or so and I keep my pubes well-trimmed. I even go to a special hair care professional who handles the hair on my lower back and ass. Someone I pay well to make sure that I remain smooth in all the right places. "I like your dick." Harry said as he watched it throb up and down slightly with my excitement. "I like yours as well." I replied. It's not as large as dad's but it is a bit bigger than Ryan's. I believe it will fill me well without causing much pain." He reached out to touch my hard cock but stopped, looking up at me. I nodded approval and he wrapped a hand around my penis. His fingers barely made it all the way around to touch each other. With thumb and forefinger he began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. I could tell he was trying to figure out why the skin was so loose. "I have always had a little more skin. When I was circumcised the doctor didn't remove enough of the foreskin." I explained. "Interesting," Harry replied. He went back down to his knees and began to lick my smooth balls and the underside of my cock as he continued to jack me off slowly. I enjoyed the way he was handling my tool though I knew at this rate, I would last for hours before shooting; which, I guess, is a good thing in this case. Without warning, Harry took the better part of my cock into his mouth and began to tongue the head of my cock, working his mouth around the fleshy helmet and down the shaft. He worked this way for several minutes as he took the rest of me into his mouth and I could feel when my cock head passed into his tender young throat. The boy didn't gag in the least bit. I looked down at this seductive, black haired boy who, wearing only his glasses, was working my cock so perfectly with his mouth, tongue and throat. Harry, I decided, was easily a better oral performer than Ryan had been, yet I could tell that it was his brother that had taught him the fine art of cock sucking. Both teacher and student received an A+ in my book. I think that the difference is the care with which Harry works; Ryan is much more passionate and active, not taking the time and care to use his tongue to examine my cock from end to base as closely as Harry was doing now. There is something to be said for variety and style where oral sex is concerned. I placed my hands on Harry's head, not speeding him up or slowing him down, just to touch him. I let him guide the way he worked, making my cock feel loved, caressing it with his lips and tongue. I no longer believed it would be hours the way he was working it. Maybe another fifteen minutes would do the trick, hell, maybe fifteen seconds! Harry stopped, pulled off and stood, keeping my hard, spit slick cock in his right hand. He walked over to the large bed leading me like a dog on a leash. This twelve year old boy was a master of seduction. I lay down and he climbed up on the bed with his legs pointed toward my head. He replaced his hand with his warm, inviting mouth again and took my rod deeper than he had before. Looking at his perfect little ass I had to play with it. I pulled him back on my body just enough to reach those perfect mounds, pushing them apart slowly. Harry spread his legs wide once he understood what I was after. His pink hole was nearly winking at me already. I ran my tongue up the crease of his ass, licking the hole with great care. I could hear the boy moan around my cock as I began to work his puckered sphincter, getting my tongue into the tightly muscled ring. The boy tasted clean, with only a hint of sweat and soap. There was a twinge of boy musk, not fully developed yet, but a distinct smell that was like the sweetest flower. My cock began to throb heavily as I felt the load working up the slightly better than average shaft. I could tell that Harry knew it was coming as well because he pulled back on my cock until just the head and an inch or so was in his mouth. I tensed up and began to shoot wad after wad of thick cum into the boy's mouth. Harry worked my erupting cock with love and respect as he managed to get the last drops of my load out and down his throat. I don't believe the boy missed a drop. Harry didn't remove his mouth from my rapidly deflating cock for several seconds. I could feel his tongue cleaning my head and shaft of any remaining semen. He pulled off and I was forced to stop my working of his perfect ass. "That was the best blowjob I think I have ever had, Harry. Thank you so much." Harry turned his body, smiling at me. "I enjoyed it as well, Greg. Would you suck mine now?" "Absolutely!" I replied. The boy moved quickly, much more so than he had since we had entered the bedroom, getting over beside me on his back. He spread his legs and bent them slightly at the knees. I certainly couldn't ignore such an incredible sight so I rolled over, placing myself between his baby smooth thighs and began to lick the small testicles. The slightly wrinkled skin moved around over the balls, making Harry laugh. "Tickles." He said. "I can stop." I teased. "No, please don't!" He exclaimed quickly. I lowered my head back down and took his small, very erect penis in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the boy squirm with pleasure. Harry began to raise his hips, pushing himself against my face, trying to fuck my mouth as best he could with what he had to offer. As with his oral stimulation of my cock, I let him guide my pleasuring of his. Being twelve, I knew that if he shot anything it would be a minimal amount of clear liquid. I was a bit surprised when a few moments later he tensed and an actual shot of pure cum hit my tongue. I licked around the piss slit until I was able to pull out another tiny drop. Harry moaned as he shot his load. His legs were now around my neck, ankles locked behind my head. I pulled up and he removed his legs. I moved back to my side and looked down at the boy. He looked as though he would drop off to sleep within seconds. Harry moved to his side and backed himself up against my chest and crotch, working until he got my semi-hard cock buried between his small butt cheeks. "Night, Greg." He said softly. "Good night, my little lover boy." I kissed the top of his head and wrapped my right arm over his side, placing it palm flat against the boy's chest; feeling his heart beat slowing down. I was right, seconds later, Harry dropped off into a deep, well deserved sleep. I followed very soon after. (3) I woke up to the smell of frying bacon. I remembered that Harry had spent the night with me and I wasn't expecting Harriet, my twice a week maid, until tomorrow. I opened my eyes and found myself alone in my king size bed. There was some sun coming in through the blinds but not much. I climbed out of bed, pulled on a robe and went to the bathroom to take care of my piss hard cock. Finished with that, I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Harry stood by the stove lifting freshly cooked bacon from a pan onto a napkin covered plate. He was wearing white briefs and nothing else. His body was very defined for his age, though it would still be years before all the baby fat dissolved and the real muscle definition began to show. His back was slightly tanned, though nothing like his brother's. He had a pert little butt, tightly held in the traditional briefs boys his age wore. I suspected that he probably had underwear that was a lot sexier than that but he didn't seem the type to wear that kind of thing very often. His Harry Potter glasses made his eyes stand out, the lush green color sparkling under the fluorescent kitchen lighting. In all the years I've let myself enjoy the company of boys, none have ever cooked breakfast for me. I kind of liked it. "Busy little bee, aren't you?" I said as I took a seat at the round table in the breakfast nook. The large window over the table gave the sun a solid chance to light up the room. I looked out over the back yard, the swimming pool and into the neighbor's back yard. Ben Chambers, the kid that lived there with his parents, was mowing the lawn in a pair of speedos and tennis shoes. It reminded me that I really needed to introduce myself to the new neighbors before much longer. "I like to fix breakfast on weekends." Harry said. He moved the hot pan to a cool eye and turned to face me. There was a sheen of grease and sweat on his face and chest. "How do you like your eggs?" "I'll fix the eggs, pal, you pour the juice and put the toast in the machine for me." I stood up and walked over to the sexy twelve year old boy. I took his face in my hand and kissed him, softly. "Yes, sir." He said with a smile. "How do you, like your eggs?" I asked, teasing. "Over easy, please. Not too runny though, I hate runny." "You got it bud." I went to the fridge and removed the eggs and went to helping Harry finish up our morning meal. I hoped he got some energy from all this because if he was interested in what I had in mind, he would need it. Dishes washed and placed in the cabinet, we walked back to my bedroom. It was great to just spend time with this boy. He was much smarter than his brother but Ryan still had that sexy, sneakiness to him that I really admire. Harry was much more reserved and somewhat methodical, but still very fun to be with in bed; two brothers, different in every way imaginable way, yet both utterly adorable. How did I get this lucky two days in a row? "What would you like to do today?" I asked. "Hmm, I think I'd like to go swimming..." He paused, looked back at me and continued, "after we have sex again." He said. He laughed and it was like being with Ryan again. Maybe this little sucker had a few tricks up his sleeve after all. "I was hoping you would say that." I replied. I removed my robe and tossed it to the floor. My cock was already hard and throbbing. I have a nice package, not what I would like to have, of course, who does have what they want in that department? "I thought you might." He sat up on the bed. "Want me to blow you again? Or..." He smiled, seductively. This kid had definitely been taking lessons from his brother. It was like being with a totally different boy than last night. He seemed more comfortable, and much more confident. "Harry?" I asked. I approached the bed and sat beside him. I pinched his right nipple between my thumb and finger and twisted it a little, not hard, but just enough. "Am I the first person, outside of Ryan and your dad, to have sex with you?" "Yeah, does it show?" He asked. He seemed to have become withdrawn again. "Not much. I was just thinking about how much different you are from last night." "Which do you like better?" He looked at me, as if wanting me to tell him how to proceed. "I like you, whatever makes you comfortable I'm happy with." "I kind of like things a little more romantic. I know Ryan is more of a tease and likes to play rough sometimes; that just isn't me." He answered. He smiled again letting me know he was okay. "Then that is how it shall be." I replied. I took his chin in my hand again and kissed him, much more deeply and with heartfelt passion. Harry moved against me, letting his body relax into mine. His hands went around my neck and he put his knees on either side of my thighs, lowering himself to my lap. We remained that way, kissing for a long time; tongues mingling together, mixing our juices. After a while my back began to cramp so I lay back against the bed, pulling Harry down on top of me. His chest was so warm against mine. There was still a bit of sweat and grease from cooking, making him slip when he moved around to get comfortable. "This is nice, Greg. Dad and Ryan aren't much for foreplay and kissing and stuff. They are nice and loving, just not as emotional about it as you." "Thanks buddy." I said, smiling. "I like being with you this way too." I moved my hands down his back, feeling his spine through the soft skin, I rested them on each of the boys butt cheeks, squeezing them every so often just to enjoy the feeling. "That feels so good." Harry said. He looked at me through those cute glasses. He moved a hand up to his face and removed them, placing the glasses, arms folded, down on the bedside table. I continued to fondle his bubble butt, slowly moving the tight white undies down over the cheeks. With help from Harry, I slid the whites down as far as I could, leaving his smooth naked body against mine. "Take them off, Harry." I said to him. He got to his knees and rolled over, kicking the underwear off and on to the floor. He moved back on to my chest and began kissing his way down to my seven inch cock. He took the head in his mouth and began to work the way he had the night before, making me feel like I was in heaven with each pass of those sexy lips. "Keep that up and I won't be able to last long." I said. Harry came up off my cock and smiled. He moved over to his back beside me and pulled his legs up with knees to chest. I moved myself into position and sucked his boy cock into my mouth. It was about 4 inches or so but it had some width to it; A short fatty to be sure. There was no pubic hair yet so his mound was still baby smooth to the touch. His balls were tight to his body, just beginning to drop. This boy was going to have a long, fat cock and nice balls when he got older, his asshole, small and pink, just a puckered center. I knew that he had been fucked before but it was hard to see how with a hole as small and tight as this one. I licked up and down the crack, every so often passing my tongue over the hole, playing with it with my tongue. I listened to the boy's moans as I continued to service his anus. It only took a few slow jabs to get my tongue into the puckered hole. Harry squirmed around under me, moaning and gripping his legs tight. With a bit of lube from the dresser, I entered the beautiful canal with one finger, slipping it in to the first knuckle. This didn't seem to bother him so I slipped the finger in as far as I could and began to move it around, searching for the special spot on his prostate that would send real pleasure through his body. I found it and was rewarded by a jump from Harry and a nice tightness around my finger. I began to pull out and push back in, loosening the anus so that I could get myself inside of him easier. I wasn't sure what to expect when I pushed my cock in. The head slipped in past the muscle, pulling a small scream from the boy. He relaxed under me as I slipped more of my cock into his ass. It didn't take long to hit bottom and I rested there, letting him adjust to the invasion. Harry smiled at me and nodded that he was okay, and ready. I pulled almost out and sunk back in, building speed with each down slide. I felt his tightness wrap around me, heating my hard dick as I continued to thrust into this hot young boy. His responses were much the same as his brother's. Both boys had the same passion and fire for what they were doing, or rather allowing to be done to them. Harry pushed his ass hard on my dick as I started to go in again, taking my cock even deeper than before. "That feels good!" He yelled. I laughed as I began to pick up speed. My body was tensing up and I could feel myself swelling even more inside the boy. His ass, wrapping around the shaft of my cock held me in place as Harry shot his load on my chest. That was all I needed to see. The boy had produced just a small bit of clear liquid but it got my own juices pumping and I filled his ass with my cum, shot after shot went into his guts and he kept tensing the muscle, milking me as I shot my final rounds inside his bowels. With a contented sigh, I rolled over to my back and pulled Harry close to me. I entered his mouth with my tongue, kissing him with as much energy as I had left after the incredible fuck he had given me. "Your dad and Ryan will be here soon." I said as I looked at the clock. An hour had passed since I had emptied myself into this child. "Yeah, I know. That was great, Greg. Thanks." He kissed me softly and pulled away. "You better believe it was!" I said. "You going to fuck my dad too? I'm sure he wants you too." "I doubt it. I will if I have to, to be able to be with you and Ryan again though." I answered. The boys' father was an attractive man but not really my type. I have been with guys in their twenties and even a few in their thirties but with few exceptions the sex wasn't as pleasing as when I was with a boy. My preference has always been between thirteen to seventeen year old boys; sometimes a little older, sometimes a little younger but not much variation on the age range. I heard the doorbell ring downstairs so I moved to the bedside table and pushed the intercom which would let me talk to whomever was at the door. "That you Ryan?" I asked. "Yeah, It's us." Ryan replied. I pushed the button to unlock the door and told them to come on up to the bedroom. I pulled Harry back against me, resting my semi-hard cock between his cheeks. Ryan entered the room. "Looks like you two had a good time." He sniffed and looked around. "Smells like it too!" Harry laughed at his brother's joke and I did as well. "Where's your dad?" I asked, moving back away from Harry and on to my back again. I didn't want it to be that obvious that I had been fucking his twelve year old son only an hour before. "He had to leave; got a call as we were about to come in. He said we could stay as long as we want or, if you have other plans, you can just leave us at home." Ryan pulled his shirt over his head. I looked at the luscious body of the fourteen year old. Even knowing what his body looked like, I was still awed at the sheer beauty of the blond god. "You don't have other plans, do you?" Ryan said as he slipped the running shorts down his tanned legs. He was not wearing underwear. "No, no plans." I said. Harry looked from me to his brother and back again. I could see that he was unsure of my reaction. I hoped he didn't feel like I favored his brother over him. If I had to choose, I don't think I would be able to do it. "You good, bro?" Ryan asked Harry as he got on the bed and moved closer to the younger boy. "Yeah, I'm good. He said. His face lit up with that precious smile again. "Excellent!" Ryan said. He dropped down on the other side of Harry and they began to kiss and wrestle around. I laid there, enjoying the show as these two boys rough housed, bare naked, right next to me. It wasn't long before my cock was hard as stone again. "I have an idea." I said as I grabbed the lube. "Ryan, you fuck Harry while I fuck you. That way I can push in and effectively be fucking you both at once." I had only tried the trick a few times but it had always been a blast. "Cool." Ryan said. He took the tube of KY and used a modest amount to slick his cock up good. Harry returned to his back and pulled his legs back as Ryan got between them. He put his cock at the slightly red, cum filled hole and pushed in with none of the preparation I had done before him. Watching this annoyed me a bit because I didn't like the pained look on Harry's face when his brother had so roughly entered him. I got to my knees behind Ryan and greased my cock and his ass but I didn't go to the trouble of rimming him as he hadn't done the same for Harry. I pushed into the boy's tight hole with a little more force than I had meant to and he yelled out. "Sorry, babe." I replied, not sure if I was really sorry or not. I suppose I was because I hate hurting the boys. I want them to have pleasure from our experiences as well. It's never any fun if it's one sided. "I'm okay, just took me by surprise is all." Ryan said. He turned his head slightly to look at me. I moved in close and kissed his pretty lips. I began thrusting in and pulling out of the boy, forcing him down into his brother's ass. I felt the tight warmth of Ryan's hot ass as I continued to pummeling it with my cock, feeling my heavy balls slap against the back of his. Harry moaned as I fucked Ryan, pushing one boy into the other with growing speed. It wasn't going to take me long to blow since I had already lost a load to Harry earlier. I could feel Ryan trying to control the action and slowed up, letting the boy have his way for a bit. Truth to tell, I was pretty tired from my morning's exercises. Ryan bucked himself up on my cock and slammed down into his brother's nice bubble butt, making Harry moan with pleasure with each down thrust. The boys began kissing each other as Ryan slowed down to a more leisurely pace which gave me leave to speed up again. I pushed in and began to pound into Ryan as hard as I could. I felt the stretching of the boy's anus as it formed around my cock with each pull out and thrust in. Ryan began to get tight so I knew he was about to send his seed to join mine in the confines of his brother's ass. I felt my own load slam through my cock, shooting into Ryan's ass with more force than I had into Harry's. We both collapsed onto Harry before I rolled one direction and Ryan moved the other, relieving the pressure on the young boy. "God! That was in-fucking-credible!" Ryan said. His hand was jacking Harry's small cock, trying to get his brother off. I could hear the younger boy's ragged breathing and felt a little worried. I remembered that Ryan had told me his brother has bad asthma. "You okay, bud?" I asked. I placed a hand on the twelve year Old's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," Harry gasped. He was sweating a good bit I could tell from his body movements that he was about to shoot. A very small bit of clear liquid seeped out on to Ryan's hand as the boy had his orgasm. For such a young boy I was amazed he could shoot at all, mush less twice in just over an hour. "Wow," Harry said. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Ryan and I looked at each other moments later as we both realized the boy had gone right to sleep. I nodded toward the bathroom and got out of bed. Ryan followed after pulling the sheet up over his brother. "That was some scene." Ryan said as he closed the bathroom door. "You did something that bothers me, Ryan." I said. I sat on the counter between the dual sinks. Ryan looked confused. "What?" "When you entered Harry, you didn't rim him or finger him to make sure he was loose enough to be fucked." I replied. "Fuck, I forgot." Ryan said. He looked back to the bathroom door. "I didn't mean to forget, I guess I got too excited." He paused before speaking again. "You didn't do those things to me either." "No, I didn't." I replied. I had my arms crossed over my chest. "I get it, that was your way of reminding me of what I should have remembered." "You guessed it. I really am sorry though. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was annoyed and took it out on you and that was wrong. I should have just waited and had this conversation with you." "It's okay, dude. I understand. Hell, dad never rims either of us. Sometimes he'll finger us a while before he rams in though; depending on how horny he is." "You know why that's wrong, don't you?" I asked. "It can cause damage?" "Exactly." I replied. I stood and walked over to the teenager, pulling him into my arms. I pulled his face up to mine and we kissed deeply. There was a knock and Harry rushed into the room and made his way to the toilet. He turned sat and passed all the cum and probably a good bit more out of his bowels with a putrid fart. Ryan and I laughed and, once finished Harry did as well. "Let's shower and go for a swim guys." I said. "Coolness!" Both boys said together. I turned the shower on and we all moved into the spacious unit to get clean before enjoying our after sex swim.