Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2023 10:10:32 +0700
From: MrBunns@proton.me
Subject: Secrets of Pinewood Heights: Dude, That's Gay!

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Dude, That's Gay! (b/b, oral, anal)

By Mr.Bunns

BING BONG!

"Coming!"

The middle-aged blonde woman unlocked the front door and opened it inward
to look out of the screen door. She was expecting precisely one particular
visitor this afternoon and was not at all surprised to see the
nine-year-old brown-skinned boy with a backpack standing on her front
porch. "Well hello there, Miles!" she smiled.

"Hi, Mrs. Beachwood," Miles smiled and nodded politely back at the woman,
"Is Kevin home?"

"He's right upstairs, sweetie," the woman opened the screen door for the
boy, "Come on in."

"Thanks, Mrs. Beachwood," the boy crossed the threshold in the same polite
manner. Indeed, Miles Kirkland was famous around the neighborhood as the
most well-behaved child around. There was never a day when the
chocolate-skinned boy with the poofy curly hair and cute button nose
wouldn't flash his perfect pearly white smile to any man, woman, or child
that he met along the way to school. That was just the kind of boy he was:
kind, caring, and polite to everyone he met.

This is why Miles always refrained from commenting on the constant disarray
of the Beachwood homestead. Unfolded laundries hung from the sofas, and
coupons cut out from newspapers littered what should have been a family
dining table. Despite her "Mrs." title, Mrs. Beachwood was a divorced
single mother who worked on the erratic schedule of a nurse in the nearby
hospital. Add that to the force of nature who is Miles' best friend Kevin
and it's easy to understand why Mrs. Beachwood could never get her house in
order.

"It's a good thing you got here early," Mrs. Beachwood guided her guest up
the steps, "Something came up and I have to run back to the hospital. Is
your mom okay with you staying over?"

"She never minds as long as it's not a school night," Miles nodded.

"You're a real lifesaver, kiddo," the woman chuckled. Miles has heard it
all before, how the adults praised him as 'mature' and 'reliable' and would
trust him to be left to his own devices. He didn't feel like he was doing
anything other than being himself. Still, it felt nice to be praised!

"So, what's going on between you and Kevin?" Mrs. Beachwood spoke again
when they cleared the second-floor landing.

"H-Huh?" Miles hesitated, feeling off guard by that question.

"Kevin usually makes a big deal out of your sleepovers," Mrs. Beachwood
went on while they walked down the second floor's hallway, "Gotta get the
snacks right. Have to have this movie or that. Gotta clean his room. This
time, he didn't even say anything and just marched straight upstairs. The
only times he would do that was when you two fought in school."

"Oh!" Miles sighed with relief, "Y-Yeah, I guess you could say we, uh, got
into a fight."

"Well don't you pay him no mind, sweetie," Mrs. Beachwood chuckled again
and shook her head, "That boy of mine is more stubborn than a mule. He
probably knew that he messed up but won't admit it. Betcha' five bucks he's
sulking in his room right now just waiting for you to make the first move."

"It's probably my fault too, so I'll apologize first anyway," Miles rubbed
the back of his neck.

"Aww, aren't you just the sweetest?" the woman smiled. Miles gave a wry
grin at that. He wondered if Mrs. Beachwood would still praise him if she
knew what he was really up to with her son.

"Well, here we are," Mrs. Beachwood gestured towards the door they stopped
in front of. The white wooden door had stickers of monsters and aliens
scattered across its surface. Fake traffic signs reading "Keep Out" and "Go
Away" were also put up alongside other stickers of robots and
spaceships. Ironically, colorful block prints of cartoony letters reading
"Kevin's Room" were set in the middle of the chaos. Kevin had once
sheepishly admitted that the words were carved and painted into the door
when he got his room four years ago. There was no way for him to remove
them even if he wanted to.

"Kevin, honey? Miles is here," she said when she knocked on the door. Both
she and Miles waited but there was no response. She tried the doorknob but
found that it was locked to her exasperation. "Kevin, come on! Open the
door! I have to be at the hospital soon," she called out again, the tone of
her voice giving her irritation away.

"I got this, Mrs. Beachwood," the brown boy jumped in.

"You sure, kiddo?" the woman turned to him.

"Yeah," Miles nodded, "I'm sure he'll open the door if it's just the two of
us."

Mrs. Beachwood thought about it for a full three seconds before she
shrugged. "Well alright then," the woman nodded, "There are some leftovers
in the fridge and money in the cookie jar if you boys are feeling for some
pizza. If anything happens-"

"We call the number on the fridge or go next door to my place," Miles
finished her spiel for her. He has heard the lines so many times before
that he could practically recite them by heart.

"Ha! Shoulda' known you knew," the woman smiled and patted Miles' head
lovingly. She then strolled back down the hallway and disappeared down the
stairs in a light jog. There were sounds of jangling keys and clothes
shuffling before finally Miles heard the front door slam shut. The last
things he heard out of her was her locking up the front door and her car
driving away.

Once he was certain he was alone, Miles tried knocking on the wooden door
yet again. "Kev? Your mom's gone. You can open the door now," he called out
only to be met with silence. "Dude, come on," the brown boy sighed in
exasperation, "You're not gonna make me stand here and apologize through
the door, are you?"

Miles knew his best friend all too well as after a few more seconds of
silence, he could hear the soft patter of bare feet on the carpet beyond
the door. A loud "click!" can be heard, followed immediately by rushed
footsteps and the rustling sound of someone hurriedly jumping back into
bed. Miles gave a silent chuckle at that. If nothing else, Kevin's
predictably is a blessing in disguise as he placed his hand on the doorknob
and pushed the door open.

The room beyond was a rather familiar warzone. There were piles of dirty
laundry on the play carpet and toys littered across the floor. Paper cups
and plates were strewn across the study desk near the window, which Miles
was certain had never seen any action in a while considering Kevin's
attitude towards studying. On the side nearest to the door was a wooden
bed, and on top of it was a pile of blankets with a boy-sized lump
underneath.

Miles knew this was classic Kevin behavior. A holdover from the day they
first met back in preschool. Just like the cartoon name print on his door,
it's a trait that Kevin could never shake off ever since he was far
younger. This wasn't the first time he had to deal with it so Miles knew
exactly what to do in this situation.

"Oh no," he spoke in an intentional, loud sing-song tone, "Mrs. Beachwood
said Kevin was up here. But all I see is just an empty room! I wonder where
my best friend could be? Hmm..."

Miles noticed a little part of the blanket lifted to toss a green toy
walkie-talkie clattering onto the floor. It was the same green toy
walkie-talkie that the two of them often used to play army men in the woods
behind Kevin's home. Yet another holdover from their younger years, Miles
shook his head before gingerly picking up the toy and pressing it against
his ears.

"Calling Mother Base. Mother Base, this is Thunderbird, over!" Miles
mimicked the radio static while reciting the fictional callsigns they
normally would use to play pretend.

"This is Mother Base. Whaddya want, over?" Kevin's voice came from
underneath the blanket. Despite sounding annoyed, he's still committed to
the role and mimicked the sound of radio static as well. Miles took it as a
good sign. It meant that Kevin had calmed down quite a bit and might be
more willing to listen to what he had to say.

"I, um, just want to apologize for what happened today, over," Miles closed
the door behind him while he talked.

"Oh, you mean when you blew off your best friend over some girl, over?" The
venom in Kevin's reply was so thick that Miles winced a little at
that. Still, he accepted that he had it coming although that didn't stop
him from defending himself.

"We had to do some last-minute adjustments to our group project! You know
that, over!" Miles replied without breaking character.

"And what about afterward, when you picked Pablo Martinez over me for
dodgeball, over?" The venom in Kevin's tone was now twice as potent with
every word.

"Dude, I swore I was about to pick you next! Gabe just got to you first,
that's all, over!" the brown-skinned boy plopped down onto the play carpet
right next to a pile of unwashed laundry. The rank smell of boy musk
wafting from it made his nose curl. It also made him pop a boner, a recent
development that he is still trying to figure out.

"I'm your best friend! You're supposed to pick me first over him, over!"
Kevin's words were charged with fire now.

"Over the best athlete in school? Are you crazy?!" Miles immediately
regretted those words when he could practically feel Kevin wincing
underneath the blanket. It's strange sometimes how they were so close that
they could practically feel what the other was feeling. Now was
unfortunately such a time and Miles pinched the bridge of his nose in
frustration. "Look, I thought he could protect the both of us from losing
all our teeth when some jerk took aim at our faces! I didn't mean anything
by that! Honest!"

Miles felt unnerved when he couldn't tell if the silence that followed was
because his words had hurt his best friend or because he forgot to end it
with 'over!' Just to be sure, he nervously said, "O-Over!" and waited for
Kevin's reply.

The blanket was still and the silence hung heavy in the room. Miles was
thankful when Kevin finally spoke up. "He, he was the best athlete in
school, wasn't he?" the tone of the other boy's voice sounded heavy and
dejected. Miles knew that the walls were broken and he could finally do
what he came here to do.

"Mother Base, permission to come in for a landing, over," Miles sighed
feeling a slight bit relieved.

In response, Miles could see a part of the blanket lifted as a familiar
pale white hand beckoned him to come in. "Permission granted, over and
out!" Kevin's voice came from within the lifted part of the blanket.

Miles approached the blanket and gently climbed inside to meet face-to-face
with his best friend at last. The redheaded, pale-skinned boy with freckles
across his nose and cheek still wore the same scowl that Miles saw him left
the school in an angry huff with earlier. In fact, he was still wearing the
same white tank top and blue jeans that he wore to school today. Of course,
this is what Kevin always wore to school anyway so maybe that wasn't a good
observation.

Still, some differences are hard to miss now that Miles can take a good
look at Kevin. His ear-length hair was a mess, far messier than they
usually were. His blue eyes were damp as if he had been crying, and his
perpetual good-natured smile was absent from his face.

"Hey," Miles nodded, sitting Indian-style across Kevin underneath the
blanket.

"Hey," Kevin nodded back.

The two stared at each other for a while before Miles broke the silence
once again. "I'm sorry I blew you off twice today," Miles rubbed the back
of his neck. He always hated seeing Kevin look so sad, and he hated even
more that he was the reason his best friend was sad.

"No, I'm, I'm sorry," Kevin mimicked Miles' uncomfortable gestures. "I was
a big doof. I, I know you can have other friends than me. It's just, I
dunno, I kinda feel like you're throwing me away like everybody else."

Miles knew precisely what Kevin was talking about. The redheaded boy was
infamous around school as a kind of troublemaker-slash-class clown. He was
the kind of wild child who would always show up to school with fresh scabs,
scars, and even a cast or a sling every once in a while. Parents warned
their kids to never hang out with him since he tended to drag other kids
along with his shenanigans to share in their fair share of injuries. All
parents, that is, except for Miles' mom and dad.

Perhaps that's because they could see how well Miles clicked with
Kevin. Ever since Kevin accidentally gave him a bloody nose back in
preschool, the boys have been practically inseparable. Maybe the two of
them helped fill in the void of being the only child in their respective
families. That longing of having a sibling made them closer than even the
closest of brothers, and thanks to a certain event in a not-so-recent
sleepover, probably something even more.

"No way, dude," Miles leaned in to wrap Kevin in a big hug, "I would never
throw my best bud away."

"Heh, yeah, I know," Kevin grinned and returned the hug, "Cuz if you threw
me away, you'll end up with none!"

"Don't push your luck, Beachwood," Miles rolled his eyes with a grin.

The two boys chuckled in each other's embrace. That's when Miles felt
it. It's the same thing that always happened when their bodies are in such
close proximity to each other like this. The tingles and the rush that he
felt all the way down to his loins. He knew Kevin felt the same too, for
Miles could feel his best friend's stiffie from the front of his shorts.

"H-Hey, you wanna..." Kevin's words trailed off in Miles' ears.

"Y-Yeah," Miles nodded gently. The brown-skinned boy started gyrating his
hips. The friction felt so good on his rock-hard weenie tucked away in his
pants. Miles could feel Kevin hugging him even tighter in response.

"Hmmmh," Kevin sighed in Miles' ear. The redhead moved his hands down from
Miles' back to his butt and massaged his cheeks. Normally Miles would
object to anyone touching him back there, even his own mom. Right now,
those pale hands felt so good that the handsome brown boy couldn't help but
return the favor to his best pal.

"Hnnh, nhhhh," Miles closed his eyes and draped his neck over Kevin's
shoulder. His nostrils picked up the scent of the pale boy. It was a mix of
boyish musk with leaves and earthy tones. That kind of smell would make a
mother dump her child in a bathtub instantly. For Miles, though, the scent
was only driving him wild and made him hump against his buddy even faster.

"Hnnnh, nnoohh, Mmmiiilesss," Kevin's hot breath blew on the nape of Miles'
neck. He had one hand pressing down on the brown boy's rump and the other
roaming against his best pal's soft poofy hair. The two boys were smashing
their loins hard against each other. When they let each other go, they were
flushed and panting like they were running a marathon.

"You wanna?" Miles panted.

"Uh-huh," Kevin nodded eagerly. The two boys then frantically stripped out
of their clothes. In less than a second they were naked save for their
socks. Kevin and Miles sat in front of one another with their legs
crisscrossed. They made no attempt to hide that they were sizing the other
up, their eyes filled with a hunger for each other's bodies.

For a boy who spent so much time playing outside, Miles couldn't believe
how Kevin was practically devoid of any tan. He was pale from his head to
his legs, covered with a dusting of freckles on every inch of his skin. The
only sign that the redhead was an active outdoors type was how lean his
limbs were. His toned physique was no doubt gained from all those hours
traipsing in the backwoods behind his house.

By contrast, Miles had a far skinnier build. He was a homebody by nature
and has the build to fit his nature. Kevin was the only reason why he was
starting to develop some muscles on his smooth brown skin in the first
place. All those hours of hunting imaginary pirate treasures and racing
their bikes down the tree-lined paths had prevented Miles from becoming the
stereotypical out-of-shape nerd. He's still a far cry from the athletic
build his red-headed friend was building up to, though.

This is why Miles felt more than proud when Kevin looked down on what he
was sporting between his smooth brown legs and gasped. "Wow," the redheaded
boy mouthed his admiration with a twinkle in his eyes, "Yours is even
bigger than last time!"

"Thanks," Miles grinned looking down at his circumcised ebony shaft. He
knew that his modest black stalk was precisely the same size it was last
week. He should know since he measured it from the base of his
underdeveloped brown sacks to the angry purple knob. Still, it was nice to
be complimented for the thing you're most proud of at that age.

"Yours is, um," the handsome brown boy hesitated when he laid his eyes on
his best friend's package. While not exactly tiny, the slim pale shaft with
the bright cherry knob and taut wrinkly nuts simply paled in comparison to
his own. He didn't want to hurt his best friend's feelings, especially not
when things are getting hot and heavy. That's why Miles quickly settled for
calling it, "Cute."

"Oh put a sock in it, Kirkland," Kevin pouted.

"No, no, I really like it," Miles blurted out.

The effect was near instantaneous as Kevin blushed and smiled. "Well, if
you like it so much," he then opened his legs and grinned, "Why don't you
come over here and give it a big kiss?"

Miles giggled quietly. Kevin stole that line word per word from the porn
video they saw on that fateful sleepover. It was corny as hell, but it sure
gets the point across. The handsome brown boy lowered himself to his pale
friend's crotch, his hot breath causing the hard stalk to twitch a lot.

"Yeah, that's it," Kevin's voice trembled when Miles opened his mouth and
drew closer. "Ah!" he threw his head back when Miles took it all in his
mouth. "Oh jeez, Miles!" the redheaded boy whined in delight when Miles
rolled his tongue around the pink wiener. The red-headed boy twitched and
shudder each time Miles ran his tongue along the length of the pale pink
member.

Miles secretly smiled listening to his best friend whimper and whine. He
was used to his freckle-faced friend taking the lead. Now, he was the one
who had the reins! Each flick of his tongue caused Kevin to shudder. Each
bob of his head caused Kevin to gasp. Kevin was putty in his hands each
time Miles slurped and licked his most sensitive parts, and Miles was
loving every second of it!

Of course, it wouldn't be Kevin if he didn't try to take control. Miles
felt his pal's hand snaking down his body. He groaned when Kevin's fingers
wrapped around his cocklet. Miles panted harder when Kevin started stroking
his modest length. The tingles in his taut brown sack were delicious! Even
so, he never stopped bobbing his head to slurp on his best friend's dickie.

"Can, can I do it to you too?" Kevin's gasps were desperate now. Miles
looked up to see his buddy flushed from cheek to cheek. He was amused at
how Kevin was only so polite whenever they were doing this. Still, far be
it for him to deny his best friend's polite request to return the
favor. Miles quietly nodded without stopping to slurp and slobber all over
Kevin's junk.

The boys re-arranged themselves while still keeping the blanket over
them. Miles was now on his back with Kevin lying on top of him. They shared
the same heights, so they had no trouble kissing each other's groins. Soon
both Kevin and Miles were bobbing their heads and slurping loudly on each
other's dicks with wild abandon. The two young nine-year-old boys were lost
in the throes of animalistic lust.

Miles sucked and slurped while Kevin's taut sack constantly bounced on the
bridge of his nose. His nostrils were deep in Kevin's loins, inhaling his
strong smell of boyish musk. The mix of strawberry body wash and a faint
trace of ammonia overpowered his senses. It would've been gross if this was
his first time doing this to his pal. As such, the smell only fueled his
hunger and he horked down on Kevin's sausage and beans like it was his
first meal in ages.

For his part, Kevin slammed his face non-stop onto Miles' loins. When he
did stop, his tongue lapped up the chocolate treat and covered it with his
spit. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down the brown boy's
spine. Miles groaned when he felt Kevin tease his knob with his tongue. The
tip of his tongue jabbed at his pee slit, making Miles whine with
delight. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and he was sure Kevin felt
the same as he returned the favor.

"SLLLRP! SLLLRP! SLLLRP! SLLLRP!" both boys pistoned their heads onto each
other's loins. Miles' brain can't process anything anymore. He was driven
by pure instinct now, moving his head faster and pumping his hips
harder. The handsome brown boy felt a kind of warmth from being so close to
his friend. He wanted more! He needed more! He then seized Kevin's pale
buttocks and forced his best friend to slam his nuts against his nose even
harder.

Kevin was growing desperate as well. He was bobbing his head up and down
Miles' shaft like a machine. The freckle-faced boy was determined to hork
down his best friend's entire genitals. Several times he got overeager and
gagged when he inhaled too much. That still wasn't enough to deter Kevin
and he went back to showering Miles' pubes with full smacks of his puckered
lips, the brown boy's modest cock fully lodged in his throat.

Miles could feel the pressure building up in his taut little brown
sacks. The warm wetness of Kevin's mouth was getting too much for him to
bear. He arched his hips and felt like he was about to sneeze with his
entire body. The feeling had terrified him the first time they did
this. Now though, he willingly surrendered himself to the strange tickling
sensation that washed over him instead.

Kevin noticed right away when Miles' body shook and shivered underneath
him. "Did you come?" he whispered while licking Miles' knob like a
lollipop.

'Cum' was another word that they'd learned from that porn video. Though
Miles had tried many times to correct Kevin, it seems his words were still
not getting through to him. Right now, though, he's far too into riding the
highs of his own dry orgasm to care. `Orgasm'! Now there's another word he
would have to teach Kevin about later on!

"Yeah," Miles whispered back, kissing the twitching pale dickie dangling in
front of his nose.

Kevin giggled with delight, no doubt tickled pink over the naughty nature
of the word. "C'mon, dude, make me feel good too," the ginger boy waggled
his hips. His desperate gesture made his tube stalk flop around over Miles'
lips. Ever the loyal friend, Miles opened his mouth again to welcome it
back in.

"Ohhhh maaaan," Kevin sighed and pumped his hips while laying his head to
rest on Miles' crotch. Miles could feel his redheaded friend's hot breath
on his limp noodle. It excited him so much that he decided to pull a fast
one on Kevin.

"Agh!?" the pale boy jerked his head up when Miles slipped a saliva-coated
middle finger up his butt hole. "D-Dude," he weakly protested, but Miles
ignored him. Kevin always threw a fit when they started doing butt
stuff. In the end, he always can't get enough of it.

Miles was proven right once more when Kevin begged, "P-Put two in!" Miles
inwardly chuckled before slipping a second digit into Kevin's hot warm
anus. "Hmmmmh!" the pale boy mumbled, savoring Miles' index and middle
fingers massaging his sweet spot. His hips were shaking, trembling under
the spell of the plundering digits.

"Hmmmph!?" Miles yelped in surprise with Kevin's dick still pumping in and
out of his mouth. There was no mistaking that feeling of tightness in the
brown boy's bottom. Kevin must've liked Miles' prostate massage so much
that he decided to return the favor. `Prostate'! Yet another word to teach
his pal! The thought excited him when Miles groaned again, enjoying the
invading digits teasing his sweet spot.

"SLLRRPP! SLLLRRP! SMACK! SLLLRRP!" the two boys went down even louder on
each other than before. Miles licked and kissed every inch of Kevin's
hairless loins. His heart was pounding hard against his chest. He couldn't
believe how naughty he was being! There he was, pinned down between his
pale friend's legs and finger blasting his pink hole while said friend
returned the favor. This was wild, and he was loving every second of it!

"M-Miles, hngh, p-put it in me," Kevin gasped in between slurps.

Miles knew precisely what he meant, and he was quick to clamber from
underneath him. Kevin's wet pink hole looked so inviting. Miles could feel
his hunger growing as he seized his slicked brown shaft in his arm. His
spit-shined dickie found the ginger boy's winking pucker in no time at
all. Miles seized Kevin's hips while his best friend braced himself on all
fours. With one swift push, the modest brown stalk sank all the way to the
hilt.

"Ahhhh," the two boys gasped. The heat of Kevin's hole was driving Miles
wild. His best friend's anal muscles flexed all around his cock. They were
massaging his dickie so much he felt the familiar tingles rising up from
his balls in no time. He had to take deep breaths and calmed himself to
make sure he didn't cum right then and there.

"You okay?" Kevin panted while glancing over his shoulder.

"Y-Yeah," Miles whispered, "Give, give me a minute." He slumped over his
friend's back, calming himself down. His cheek brushed against the soft
downy mess of red hair on the back of Kevin's neck. Miles could feel his
friend's soft velvety skin rubbing against his bare chest. It felt so good
to be this close to him that his dick twitched hard against the walls of
Kevin's anus.

"Looks like you're ready," the red-headed boy chuckled. Miles couldn't see
it from this angle, but he was sure his pal was sporting the biggest grin.

"Yeah," the brown boy nodded. He then picked himself up, seized Kevin's
slender hips, and pumped his hips forward in one hard thrust.

"OH!" Kevin gasped out loud. His naked body was shuddering. Miles knew that
meant he was hitting that sweet spot with the tip of his dick. He grinned
before repeating it to yet another surprised yelp from Kevin.

"JESUS! That, that's, oh wow!" Kevin gasped again. Miles didn't let up and
started pumping in and out of his best pal's love canal. The brown boy
gasped and grinned when he felt Kevin's anal muscles contract around his
dick. He knew his friend was feeling really good right now. Miles then
settled for a steady back-and-forth, driving his stake in and out of
Kevin's chute in rapid thrusts. Kevin's arms started to buckle. "Ungh,
h-harder, f-faster!" he begged while his voice and his body quivered.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" Miles rammed his loins against Kevin's buns again
and again. He heard his best friend mewl like a cat in heat. The brown boy
could feel his taut brown balls slapping against Kevin's pale
nutsacks. Kevin's freckled back shuddered with each plunge of Miles'
shaft. "Ohhh! Unnnhh!" the two boys hollered almost in unison.

"Aunnnnggg!!" Kevin yelped when Miles grabbed a handful of the messy orange
hair at the top of his head. His protest quickly turned into grunts of
delight. Miles smirked when he saw Kevin backing his ass up to meet each
and every one of his hard thrusts. His best pal then turned his head
slightly to look back at him with his tongue lolling like a dog in
heat. "Yeaahhhh," Kevin whispered, "D-Do it, Miles! Do it hard!"

Miles took a firm hold of Kevin's hips with one hand while pulling his head
back by the hair with the other. He then pumped his hips even faster than
before. "SLAP SLAP SLAP OHHHH HHOOHHHH! SLAP SLAP OHHHH!!" Kevin yowled
amidst the flurry of wild thrusts. Miles pummeled his hole without
mercy. The slickened brown boystick slid in and out of his pink hole like a
piston, ramming the tip against his sweet spot again and again.

The room was filled with the sound of high-pitched squeals, wet skin
slapping against skin, and the non-stop squeaking of Kevin's old
bedframe. Neither Miles nor Kevin cared how loud they were. For Miles,
nothing existed in this world save for Kevin's sweet quivering hole. He
wanted it. He needed it! He panted each time he drove his dick
home. Nothing else mattered now but the desire to cum in Kevin's warm tight
anus.

"AHHH!! OHHH!! MILESSS! IMMAA, UNNHHH!!" Kevin blubbered.

"UGGGGH! UGGGGG!! K-KEEVVVV!" Miles groaned, the pressure in his balls
building up. He had yanked his friend's hair so far back that Kevin was
practically on his knees. Miles did not let up one bit, pummeling Kevin's
pooper with a vengeance. The ginger boy mewled while a hands-free orgasm
wracked his body. Miles could feel Kevin's anal muscles contracting
rapidly, milking his dick like a machine. There was no way he could last
any longer like this, and with a loud frustrated groan his dick twitched
hard to expel seeds he was too young to produce.

"Aah, oohhh, ooooohhh," the boys cooed. Miles relaxed his grip on Kevin's
hair and the ginger boy flopped face-first onto the mattress. The handsome
brown boy followed suit, collapsing on Kevin's back and panting onto his
ears. They were both damp and sweaty all over, and Miles could feel his
softening dick flopping out of Kevin's well-abused hole. Neither one seemed
willing to untangle themselves though. Miles in particular seemed to love
the warmth of Kevin's body and the covers draped over the two of them.

"That was awesome," Miles sighed into Kevin's ears.

"Yeah," Kevin panted, wiggling his hips a little. The two were silent for a
good long while. Their breathing became steady again. For some time there
was no sound save for two nine-year-old boys basking in the warmth of their
mutual afterglows and the rustling of the sheets. "Okay, my turn!" Kevin
broke the silence when he chirped happily.

"Whoa!" Miles yelped in surprise when Kevin bucked from underneath him. The
rambunctious ginger imp then flipped the brown boy onto his back and
brought his knees up to his ebony chest. Before he knew it, Miles already
assumed the position to show off his inviting brown pucker to his best
pal. What's more impressive was Kevin managed to do all of this without
having the blanket covering the two of them fall off.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, Kirkland!" Kevin licked his lips while
stroking his modest pale stick.

Miles noticed that Kevinl's stiffie had grown by at least a full inch since
the last time he did this. The angry bulbous red knob too seemed a little
bit bigger. He grinned as he realized he was about to find out if Kevin's
growth spurt was real or an optical illusion instead. "Bring it on,
Beachwood!" he chuckled in excitement.

Kevin wasted no time and rested the pulsating red knob on Miles' chocolate
starfish before he pushed it in. "Hnngh!" both boys groaned upon
entry. "Ohhhh," Miles moaned when he felt the fleshy tube scraping the
insides of his anus. That was no optical illusion! Kevin did grow bigger
since the last time they did this!

"It's in," Kevin whispered when Miles felt him bottoming out. A warm tingle
rose up from deep inside the handsome brown boy. There was an itch in his
rectum that Kevin's slim dickie was barely long enough to scratch. He knew
this wasn't enough. He wanted more from his pal.

"Do it," Miles panted while hooking his arms behind his own knees. Kevin
now had free access to his sweet brown hole. The ginger boy wasted no time
and pulled his hips back to slam back down into Miles. "Ohhhh," the two
boys groaned. Kevin repeated it again, Miles grunting quietly this
time. Soon his thrusts grew faster, poking even deeper. Miles could sense
his impatience as Kevin started pistoning into his hole.

He had underestimated his friend's dick. Kevin was not as big as he was,
but he sure knows how to use what he got. Miles could feel the bulbous knob
rapidly scraping in and out against the walls of his anus. It made the itch
in his hole almost unbearable. Miles was craving Kevin's cocklet more and
more. He licked his lips and sighed. "Duuuuuuude," he exhaled while closing
his eyes.

"You like that, uh?" Kevin's voice was shaky. Not once did he stop bouncing
his loins off Miles' buns. The handsome brown boy scrunched his brows. He
was too focused on the bulbous knob jabbing at his sweet spot. It felt so
good! Like being tickled from the inside!

"Yeahhhhh," Miles finally answered with a goofy grin. He could feel his own
dick hardening again in excitement. He was feeling really good even bent in
half and pinned down under his naked best friend. He wanted more! He needed
more! Lucky for him, Kevin was more than happy to oblige.

"Then you're gonna love this!" the ginger boy exclaimed before he abruptly
stopped thrusting. Miles opened his eyes to see Kevin swung around to face
away in one smooth motion. Miles now found himself staring at Kevin's
exposed pink anus. It was still gaping from Miles's thorough pounding
before. Kevin then used his toned thighs to keep Miles pinned down with the
brown boy's legs still above his head. Naturally, all of this left Miles
more than a little confused.

"Kev? What are you-oohhhhhhh!!" Miles couldn't finish as his eyes opened
wide and his mouth formed the shape of an 'O'. He felt the bulbous pink
knob plunge even deeper into his hole. As Kevin pumped his hips, the itch
in Miles' anus became even more intense. This is new! This is even better!
Miles then closed his eyes to savor the delicious tickling of his sweet
spot. He grunted and grunted each time Kevin slammed down hard against his
butt.

"Ngh! Y-You like that, buddy?" Kevin panted. The ginger boy was bouncing
off of Miles' ass like a trampoline.

"Nnhhh, nnngghh, yyeaaaahhh," Miles whined with delight. The pistoning
shaft was driving him crazy! He could feel not just the knob but the shaft
rubbing against his prostate as well! Whatever Kevin was doing made his
cock feel even longer! Why, Miles swore he could feel the tip of his pal's
dick in his belly, and he loved it! He found himself licking his lips while
rubbing his belly, savoring the fullness he felt in his tummy.

Miles then noticed his own flailing hard stalk and how dangerously close it
was to Kevin's exposed pucker. Ever the curious boy, he decided to see what
happens when he held it up to his best pal's winking hole. To his surprise,
it was long enough to reach his friend's cherry. It kept on poking and
poking at the repeatedly puckering and unpuckering hole. Then without
warning, it slid up his chute in one go during one of Kevin's vigorous
downstrokes.

"AHH!?" Kevin gave a surprised yelp when it happened. He abruptly stopped
his thrusts to look over his shoulder at a panting, gasping Miles. His
initial reaction was one of shock, but seeing his friend grinning from ear
to ear made him smile too.

"You like that, buddy?" Miles threw the words back at Kevin.

"Ahh, hnnghh, h-hell yeah!" Kevin grinned back while gyrating his hips. He
then tried thrusting back into Miles while keeping his best pal's dick
lodged in his anus. It was awkward at first and the brown stalk kept
slipping out of Kevin. In time though the boys managed to settle on a good
rhythm. Now Miles was fucking Kevin from below while Kevin sat on the black
boy's ass to fuck him. Soon they were thrusting into each other like they
were born to do it.

"Ahh! Ohh! Ohhhh!!" Kevin gasped while pumping in and out of his best pal's
anus.

"Nnhhh!! Nnngghh! Mmmhh!" Miles bit his lower lip. He closed his eyes to
run his fingers over his hair and belly.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SCHLORP! SCHLORP! SCHLORP!" the room was once again
filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat trickled down
from both of their naked bodies. The bed creaked even louder in
protest. The tingling in Miles' nuts was driving him wild! He knew neither
he nor Kevin could last any longer!

"Aahh! Ohhh! K-Kevvv!! I-I'm gonna! Hnnnhh!" Miles grabbed Kevin's
pistoning hips and forced him to pump even faster. Kevin was more than
happy to comply, getting on all fours and slamming down on his best bud
like a boy possessed.

"Nnnnggghhh!! Ohhhhh!!!" The two boys cried out in unison. The pent-up
tension in their marble-sized balls spilled over. They shivered and
shuddered in the throes of an intense mutual kiddie cum. Miles could feel
his mind going blank. Nothing else mattered more than what was between his
legs right now.

The two sweaty, naked young boys rode the aftershocks of their delicious
climaxes. Miles' cocklet then slipped out of Kevin's hole when the ginger
boy slumped forward in exhaustion. They were panting and gasping for air,
yet neither one of them made a move to climb out of the now slightly damp
blanket that is still draped over them.

"A-Awesome," Miles weakly gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly
while his breathing calmed down.

"Yeahh," came Kevin's groggy reply. He couldn't see his face from here, but
Miles could tell his best friend must have been wearing the biggest
shit-eating grin right now. He always did whenever they were doing
something they weren't supposed to, which happens a lot these days.

They lay there motionless until they both calmed down. Kevin stirred a
little, and the velvety friction between their thighs sparked a new hunger
in Miles' belly. He couldn't believe it himself when he saw his limp black
cock growing rigid again. Just how many times is he going to be horny for
his best friend today?

Sensing his arousal, Kevin called out from the other end. "Wanna go again?"
the ginger boy whispered. This time, Miles knew he was wearing that
shit-eating grin for sure! Miles chuckled before pulling himself away from
under his thighs and draping himself over his best pal, all still under the
covers of the increasingly damp blanket.

"Like you even need to ask," he grinned and thrust his hard dick into
Kevin's quivering hole.

The two boys were all over each other again in no time. First, Miles rode
his best friend into an earth-shattering dry orgasm. Then Kevin pistoned
his dick into Miles's warm hole much to the handsome brown boy's squealing
delight. Miles then rolled them both over so he could fuck Kevin's hole
sideways. Then it was Kevin's turn to do the same, draping Miles' legs over
his thigh and pumping his hole full of his pale cock.

They were rolling around so much that they stumbled off the bed with the
blanket still covering their moist bodies. That didn't stop Kevin and Miles
from fucking each other silly. They pumped and pumped while holding on
tight to one another. Their bodies were now slicked with each other's
sweat. Their penises have penetrated one another's holes more times than
they can count. Yet they still couldn't get enough as Miles once again
topped his best friend and pistoned his dick into Kevin's pooper.

"Aahh! Ohh! K-Kevvvvv!!" Miles panted into his best friend's ears. He took
Kevin doggy stole, holding him close while slamming his nuts against his
pal's marbles. He had one hand around Kevin's chest while the other reached
down to milk the boy's dick. Kevin mewled in heat, pushing his ass back to
meet each and every one of Miles' thrusts.

"Aauuuunnngghhhh!!" the two boys whined when a final earth-shattering
orgasm wracked their bodies. Their immature cocklets twitched and twitched,
and their bodies shuddered and shook. Miles rode the highs to Nirvana. He
was exhausted, yet deeply satisfied. Kevin's arms grew wobbly before he
crumpled onto the carpet, his cheeks flushed from ear to ear.

For a good long while neither one of them moved. The sweat dripping down
their bodies made them both slicked and sticky. The heat of their mutual
passion was trapped underneath the cover of the now-damp blanket. Yet
neither Kevin nor Miles made any move to leave the comfort of each other's
nakedness. Truth be told, Miles craved more of his best pal's musty boyish
musk as he rested his head over Kevin's bare back.

"Wow," Kevin sighed after a long stretch of gasping and panting.

"Yeah," Miles purred while rubbing his face across Kevin's messy orange
hair. "Wow," he repeated.

They were silent again for even longer before Kevin shuffled around
underneath Miles. The brown boy thought he was trying to get up and moved
out of the way for him. It turned out his pal just wanted to flip onto his
back before pulling Miles back on top of him. Their bare chests, flat
bellies, and hairless loins once again made contact with one another as
Kevin looked up straight into his eyes.

That was when the thought crossed Miles' mind. Without hesitating, he
leaned in and planted a clumsy smack on his lips. Kevin's look of genuine
surprise lasted for a second before he flashed Miles a wide grin. "Dude,
that's gay!" the orange-haired imp giggled.

"So?" Miles grinned back.

His laughter reduced to a smile and the freckle-faced imp thought for a
second. "Yeah, I got nothing," Kevin then shrugged. He then pulled his best
friend close, tilted his head to one side, and locked his lips onto
Miles'. Soon the two boys smacked and slurped on their first-ever attempt
at a deep kiss. It was messy and slobbery, but it made Miles' heart
flutters anyway. He didn't know what it was, but he just couldn't seem to
get enough of his best pal today. Judging by how much Kevin loved the
attention, he figured his ginger pal felt the same way.

"We really gotta get dinner first," Kevin sighed and craned his neck.

"Uh huh," Miles nodded. The brown boy trailed saliva from licking the sweat
off of Kevin's neck.

"And then, we, we have to take a bath," Kevin panted, arching his back and
wrapping his legs around Miles' waist.

"Yeah," Miles groaned. His long ebony dick was hard again. He reached down
with one hand to aim his twitching shaft straight at Kevin's dilated hole.

"And, and then, and then, ohhhh forget ittt," Kevin grinned. The ginger boy
licked his lips and closed his eyes to once again savor Miles' slim black
dick penetrating his hole.

Miles chuckled and slow-pumped in and out of Kevin's moist warm anus.
Bathtime, pizza, and even their fight earlier seemed so unimportant right
now. Because both he and Kevin knew that everything they will ever need is
right here, underneath the sweat-dampened blanket and between their young,
naked, eager sweaty bodies.

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