Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2024 17:55:23 +0100 (GMT+01:00) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: The Ponies of Windemere Valley, chapter 2 (Revised) I awoke to the sound of whinnying coming from the ponies of Windemere Farm. I looked out of the window, seeing the sun rising over the barns and fields behind me. There were a dozen or more ponies frolicking around just a few yards from my fence. I threw on my robe and slippers, grabbed a cup of coffee and went out onto the deck. For a moment, I wished that I had already moved my patio furniture. Remembering my time yesterday with the boys by the pool, I made a mental note to move the patio furniture today, but leave one lounger until my very last trip. The ponies were moving away from the fence, still romping around like children playing at a school yard. I stepped off of the deck and walked the depth of the back yard to the fence. I would be making this trip several times today, relocating my old shed's contents to the larger barn style shed in the back corner of the yard. Seeing me approaching the fence, some of the ponies moved closer, investigating me. I rubbed a couple of them on their noses, but it seemed that they were probably more interested in finding a snack than they were in receiving affection. I turned to walk back toward the house. I took notice that my house sat a little bit further back on the lot than my neighbors houses do. And with the number of mature trees on my lot, my back yard is completely private from neighboring views., only open to the vast horse farm and distant barns. I had a couple of hours before my scheduled furniture delivery, so I got dressed and unloaded the back of my pickup from yesterday's stop at the other house. There were a couple boys playing down the street, but my helpers were probably at their baseball game. I still had time to go grab another load, and I wanted to wait for Tristan and Natey, but I also knew that I wouldn't get as much work done if they were there with me. Back at the other house, I finished unloading my shed. I made sure to grab the wheel barrow, as it would become very handy in the next couple hours. Cole, Natey, and a few other boys were out in the street when I pulled up to the house, talking to a couple of girls that were standing in the driveway directly across from mine. Natey ran over to greet me. His younger brother Cameron followed right behind him, and Natey introduced us. Cole made his way over a minute later with another boy about his age. Natey offered to help, and jumped right in. "Who is your friend, Cole?," I asked, a couple minutes having passed without an introduction. "Oh, this is Gavin," he said. "Gavin, I'm Andrew. It's nice to meet you," I said, offering my hand. "Hi, nice to meet you," he responded, accepting my hand in a shake. I was excited about having two new boys to look at and size up. Cameron joined Natey and offered to help, and then Gavin did, too. Cole watched for a few minutes, obviously disinterested in helping without any mention of pay. He begrudgingly began to pitch in since Gavin had become determined to load the wheel barrow and haul everything back to the shed without my help. Natey, Cameron, and I ended up organizing in the shed as Gavin and Cole brought a few wheelbarrow loads of the miscellaneous yard shed equipment from my pickup. Cameron was wearing his dirty baseball uniform from his game earlier in the morning. He had patches of baseball dirt ground into his butt and his right leg, where he must have slid into a base. "Were you safe?," I asked, leaning down and dusting off his bottom and leg. "I was safe the first time, in the first inning when I slid into third base. But when I slid into second base in the last inning, they said I was out" he said. "But everyone on my team said I was really safe, though." "Yeah, but they won that game, anyway," Natey said in support of his little brother. The lines from Cameron's briefs showed through his thin pants, framing his soft rounded bottom. Cameron had the same gray eyes as Natey did. His baseball Jersey read "Cooper" across the back of his shoulders. The two younger Cooper boys have nice behinds, I thought to myself. Cameron's hair was a lighter brown than Natey's, and cut into a faux hawk. His cheeks had a faint, natural pinkish tint that gave him an adorable, innocent glow. "I'm hot. I'm going to run home and change," Cameron announced. "We'll be right back," Natey said, turning to accompany his brother home. He looked at me for an approval. "Sure, kiddo. Take your time," I said with a nod. They both took off running, with Natey matching the smaller boy's pace. I could tell that Natey really loved Cameron by the way that he took care of him. Cole and Gavin were returning with the wheel barrow as I was making my way back to the house. "This is the last load, Andrew," Cole announced. "I'll take it from here, if you'd like," I offered. "That's okay," Gavin answered. We got it." Cole sighed at Gavin's response, obviously wanting to be doing anything other than working. I went into the house and grabbed a couple bottles of water to take back out to the boys. The doorbell rang, and I looked out to see Tristan standing on the porch. I greeted him, let him in, and invited him to follow me out to the back yard. "Are you going back over to the other house today?," he asked. I looked at my phone to get the time. "My furniture should be here soon, and depending on how long that takes I may go back over." "If you do, can I go with you?," he asked. I looked at his face, and he looked at mine. His sapphire eyes sparkled with life and joy. "I don't see why not, as long as you have permission," I answered, snatching his little league hat off of his head and then replacing it on him backwards. He looked up at me wearing a huge smile and grabbed my arm. "We're back," Natey announced from behind us, both boys jogging to catch up to us. Cameron had changed into a set of off-white, loose mid thigh length shorts and matching tee with a palm tree outline printed all over. He looked like he came straight out of a kids' clothing catalog. Half way down the back yard, I heard the beeping sound of the furniture truck backing into the driveway. "Boys, take these to Cole & Gavin, please. I have to go out front and meet my furniture delivery," I said, handing a water bottle to Natey and one to Cameron. "Can I come with you?," Tristan asked, looking up at me and securing his hold on my arm. "Of course you can buddy," I concurred, turning back toward the front of the house. Tristan held on to me as we walked, and he began talking about his baseball game. I loved that he wanted to touch me and connect with me. The boy is a talker, and in that moment I knew that I needed to become a listener. "Andrew, come quick!," Cole yelled, running up the back yard as my living room furniture was coming through the front door. I ran out to meet him, and Tristan ran after me. Seeing me coming, Cole turned back around and ran back to Cameron, who was flailing around in the grass, covered in fire ants. I took a couple swipes at the ants, knocking as many off of him as I could. I pulled Cameron's shirt off of him and he already had several bites. "Go get your aunt or uncle and come back in through the kitchen," I instructed, pulling Cameron's shorts and underwear off of him. Cole and Gavin sprinted towards the front yard. I used the little boy's underwear as a rag, knocking as many ants off of him as I could before picking him up and rushing him to the kitchen sink, pulling his socks and shoes off of him as I ran. Tristan and Natey just watched in silence. I stood the little naked boy up in the sink, assuring him that he would be okay, and began cupping water onto him. It was cold, and he yelled out in surprise through his crying. I had gotten several bites on my arms and hands. I cupped water all over the lower half of his body, running my hands all over him to get the rest of the ants off. His legs and torso were not quite as badly bitten as his mid section was. "Buddy, what happened out there?," I asked, pumping a load of hand soap into my hand and beginning to wash his lower back and abdomen. I hoped that the soap would feel soothing to his skin. "I sat on that old log out in the yard, and it fell in. Then I started feeling stinging, but I didn't know what it was at first, but then I saw the ants. I couldn't get up fast enough, and by the time I did, there were a million of them on me," he explained, trying to dry up his sniffling. I lathered up my hands again, spreading the boys legs, and worked the lather into his bottom and his genitals. I felt the typical surge of adrenaline that comes with touching a boy's nakedness. Tristan and Natey watched as my hands met underneath Cameron's undercarriage. I took the opportunity to engage the little boy's small hole before bringing my fingers up his crack and getting an another full detailed feel of his little boy sack and penis. He was small, with his round purplish head making up half of his overall length. His penis was a perfect smaller replica of his brother's. I pumped a few more pumps of soap into my hand and began to rub it into his legs as the boys and Aunt Caryn came in through the kitchen. "Hello," Caryn said, knocking as she entered. "Hi Andrew, I'm Caryn. Luke and the boys have told me all about you," she said, making her way to the sink and standing close behind me. "Hi, Caryn, it's nice to meet you," I said, turning to acknowledge her and still soaping Cameron's legs. "He isn't allergic to anything like this, is he? Bites or stings or anything?," I asked, moving up to lather his bottom and genitals again. "No, not that we know of. Cole, do you know of any allergies?," she turned and asked the older boy. "I don't think he has any. I don't remember anything like that anyway," Cole answered. I cupped more water onto his bottom and between his legs, and gave them both the necessary touching to rinse the soap off. "Natey, can you grab a towel from the bathroom?," I asked, giving Cameron a final rinse. Natey returned with a towel, and I wrapped the little boy up and lifted him out of the sink. "He sat on a rotted log and there were fire ants on him in seconds," I said, standing him up in front of Caryn. "Oh, and those things are just horrible around here!," she said, shuttering at the idea of them. "Yeah, they are," Cameron agreed. "Even though I got to him as quickly as I could, he was already covered, and unfortunately the worst of it is in his private area," I said, unwrapping him and pointing out the area around the boy's front and then turned him around to show her his bottom. "Poor little boy," she said, sympathizing with him with a soft finger stroke on his cheek. "Are you okay now, Cam?," she asked. "Yeah, it's not as bad now that Andrew washed them off of me," he said, standing naked between us. "Well, I knocked as many off as I could before realizing that they were inside of your shorts, didn't I buddy?," I asked, lifting him up and holding him. "Yeah, and they were inside my undies, too." "Yep, but now you're all taken care of, right buddy?," I asked, patting his bottom. "So," I continued to Caryn, "I just stripped him out back and ran him in here," I explained, turning toward her and handing him over to her. "Well, Andrew, thank you so much for taking such good care of him," she said. "Many men would be afraid to do something like this, and understandably so, I suppose." "Well, I don't have any kids of my own, but I certainly wouldn't treat your child any differently than I would my own in a situation like this. If he were my boy, I'd have done the same thing. Why would I treat your boy any differently?," I reasoned. "And I hope that you would do the same if the role was reversed." "Well, Luke and I certainly would, she agreed. And we're glad to have a neighbor with that kind of mind set, looking out for our kids," she smiled. "It truly does take a village." She put Cameron down and I wrapped him back up in the towel. "I'll go put some bite & sting relief on him and let him air out for a bit, and I think he'll be fine. And I'll wash this towel and get it right back to you, she promised. "No hurry," I said, opening the door for her. The furniture delivery ended up taking almost an hour and a half, with some assembly being required by the delivery drivers. The boys hung around until the truck left, and when it pulled out, Cole and Gavin left, too. "Boys, I'm going to close up the house, go grab a bite, and head over to the other house to grab another load," I announced, anticipating their responses. "Andrew, can I come with you?" Tristan asked, reaching up and holding on to my arm again. "Can I come, too?" Natey chimed in, just as I anticipated, before Tristan's question had fully passed through his lips. I sighed a fake sigh. "If you get permission, you can get in." ------------------------------------ Both boys sat up front with me. We ate at Chic-fil-A and made it quickly back to the old house. "Okay, guys, today, we've got to empty the attic. There's not a whole lot in there," I said, "but it's a tight fit, so I'm going to lift one of you up there, and whichever one goes up can hand the boxes down to me. And whichever one of you stays down here can help me take the boxes to the truck. Tristan spoke up quickly, "I want to stay with you." "Good, because I want to go in the attic, Natey added. "And when we're done, we'll get to go swimming?," Tristan asked. "Oh, I didn't know that you brought your trunks and towel," I kidded, rubbing the questioning boy on the head. He still looked at me, waiting for an affirmative answer. "And then if you want to, you can go skinny dipping," I answered. Both boys' voiced their approval and excitement. "Let's get started," Natey said, ready to get to work. I lifted him up into the attic access, and he pulled himself up as I pushed up on his bottom. "There's a string hanging from the ceiling. If you pull it, the light will come on," I instructed. Seconds later, the light clicked on. "This one's kinda heavy," he said, scooting it to the attic opening. "Slide it over, and I'll grab it," I said, and he did. I took the first box out to the truck, and Tristan met me on my way back inside with his first box going out. About half way into the job, Natey stopped. "Hold on a minute. It's really hot up here," he said, pulling off his shirt. He threw it down and I caught it. It was warm, slightly damp, and smelled like boy. Then his shorts and underwear fell from the hole in the ceiling. "Dude, you're naked," Tristan giggled. "I'm not naked, Tris. I still have my socks and shoes on." They both laughed. "Besides, we'll both be naked in a few minutes anyway," Natey reasoned. Tristian looked up at me, and I saw the question before he asked it. "What, you want to get naked right now, too?," I asked. He grinned. "How'd you know what I was going to ask?" "I know how boys think," I said, ruffling my hand through his hair. "I'll tell you what. You can get naked right now if you want to, but you'll be out front, showing your butt to the whole neighborhood. "Ummmm, Nevermind," he laughed. "I'll wait." "Ooh, Dude! I dare you!," Natey challenged. "No way!," Tristan giggled. "I'm not going out front naked!" Natey started to make chicken noises as another box came through the opening. "I'm not a chicken Natey," Tristan said, taking the box. "I just don't want to," he responded, heading down the hallway. I picked up Natey's shorts and underwear, stepped out of view, and planted my face in his underwear, inhaling his scent. "Here comes another heavy one,"Natey called. I tossed his shorts and undies over into the living room area. "I'm right here buddy," I said, reaching up to take the box. We had the attic emptied and truck loaded in twenty minutes. "Alright Natey, I need you to sit on the edge and let your legs dangle," I said. Tristan was standing right next to me, watching. Natey straddled the attic opening and squatted down as he was positioning himself on the edge of the edge, giving Tristan and me a beautiful wide open view of his little boy hole and parts. Tristan giggled and looked at me. I winked at him, acknowledging his amusement but downplayed it as if I was indifferent to what I was seeing. Natey's legs came down from the attic access hole and his feet waved in my face. "Let's take these off, I said," untying his shoes and pulling them off, and then pulling each sock off. "Are these ticklish?," I asked, running my finger on the underside of his foot from his heel to his toes. He jerked in reaction, pulling away. "Oh my God, that tickled so bad," he laughed, slowly lowering his foot back down. "Please don't do that again. My feet are so ticklish." I agreed to hold off on tickling him for the moment. "Okay buddy, I need you to slowly lower yourself down, and I'll help you," I said, holding my arms up to him. "Just slide into my arms." Tristan stood watching as more of Natey's body descended through the attic access. I grabbed the boy's legs and held on to them as he slowly slid down to me. I reached up and around him as his midsection was coming through the opening, and I held on to his bottom, securing him. As his thighs lowered, I eased my face in to rub against his skin. His balls and penis passed my nose and lips within two inches. "Let go now, I've got you," I said. He let go, and as his weight shifted, his penis touched my lips for a split second before I lowered him. Tristan got giggly. "His weenie almost went in your mouth!," he laughed. "It did?," I asked, acting as if I didn't notice, and lowering him all the way to the floor. "Yeah. It looked like you were going to kiss it," he said, giggling even more. "Well, maybe I was," I said, rubbing Natey's head and making kissy noises. Both of them laughed. Natey reached down and touched himself before firing back, "Kiss Tristan's first." "Come here, little boy," I said, taking a couple of overdramatic steps toward Tristan. He took off down the hall with a scream and a lot of laughter. I chased him, making kissing sounds. Natey took off after us, laughing too. Tristan stopped at the back door, ending the chase, and he fiddled with the lock, trying to open the door. He had a huge grin on his face, and he threw his hands down to cover his penis. "Hey Natey, do you think weenies taste like hot dogs?," Tristan joked. "I bet they do," he answered his own question, laughing. "Yeah, that's why hotdogs are called weenies, too," Natey reasoned, igniting more laughter from both of them. "Well then, I guess that I almost ate Natey's hot dog," I kidded with them, wishing that I actually had. "And kissed it. You almost kissed it, too," Tristan giggled, becoming more energetic. "Well, Natey said that I have to kiss yours first, so I guess I have to eat yours first too," I joked, opening the door. Both boys went out ahead of me. "And, I do love hotdogs, so you better be on guard," I warned. They laughed as Tristan began to take his clothes off and Natey jumped in. He started with his shoes and socks. When he lifted his shirt over his head, I pulled his shorts and underwear down, and He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt all the way off. "Oh, here's that hot dog," I said, giving his penis a little wiggle with my finger. "And I'm hungry!," I added jokingly. He squealed, and I barely landed a little swat on his bottom before he ran and jumped in the pool. "You're not hungry!," he yelled, coming up from his splash, "You just ate lunch!" "Oh my God, Tris, what if there were hot dog restaurants that actually served boy's weenies instead of real hotdogs, but nobody knew it?" Natey asked. They both roared in laughter. "Get in with us, Andrew," Tristan called, recovering from Natey's question. "And what if their mustard was made from pee?," Natey added, causing more laughter from both boys. "I'll change and be right back," I said, heading inside. I could hear the boys laughing and playing from inside as I changed. I loved the direction of their conversation. "Why don't you skinny dip too, Andrew?," Tristan asked as I jumped in the pool. Both boys flocked to me, and my hands flocked to their bottoms. "I can't skinny dip with you," I said. "There's a law called indecent exposure. That's when an adult shows his privates to kids. I could go to prison for that," I purposefully mis-explained. "Oh," they said in unison, each with a hint of disappointment. "Are you going to get a pool at your new house?," Natey asked. "Yeah, and can we come swimming if you do?" Tristan added. "Do you mean swimming, or skinny dipping?," I asked, lightly pinching their young, perfect bottoms. They both reacted with giggles and tightened their butt cheeks. "Ummmm..." Tristan paused. "Swimming?," he said, raising his voice as if he were guessing at the right answer. Their bodies both relaxed at the same time. I spun around playfully, creating a distraction, and moved my hands across both of their bottoms, resting with my middle fingers slightly lodged in both of their cracks. Neither responded. "He means skinny dipping," Natey said, laughing and splashing Tristan in the face. "We should call it `swimming with our hotdogs out'" Natey suggested. They both roared with laughter, and I laughed, too. "You guys are really making me want hotdogs," I said, hoping to continue the playfulness. I was really enjoying holding them and feeling them. Their energy and movements were so pure and innocent. "Real hot dogs or boy hotdogs?," Natey asked. Their laughter didn't let up. "If he says `boy hotdogs,' he has to eat mine first, Natey," Tristan reminded his friend through heavy laughter. "Well," I paused, turning each boy around, facing away from me and holding onto them under their ribs, "If they're serving boy hotdogs at the restaurant anyway, then I guess I'll eat boy hotdogs," I said, moving my hands down and giving each penis a little tickle with my finger before readjusting my hold on them and cupping them between their legs. "He just tickled my hotdog," they both squealed, and then they laughed even harder at how they said the exact same thing at the same time. "So are you?," Tristan calmed himself enough to ask. "Am I what? Am I going to get a pool or eat your hotdog?," I asked. They both lost it again, and I released them, pushed them away from me, and began to splash them. They attacked me hard, climbing on me and trying to dunk me. "Okay, guys, fair warning," I said, catching their attention. "With all this talk about hotdogs, if any little boy hotdogs end up near my mouth, they may just get gobbled up," I announced to their giddy laughter. They attacked even harder, both boys coming straight at me. I ducked under the water, and both boy's penises were in my face for a split second. "He's gonna eat our hotdogs," one of the prepubescent voices shreiked. I couldn't tell who said it from under the water, but I could hear the excitement in his voice. They both scrambled to get away from me as I popped up out of the water. I stood up, chest deep. Both boys were treading water, just on the other side of the drop in the pool. I began to slowly close in the gap. I could easily get to either one of them, but I was really hoping that they'd come to me. "Let's get him," Natey called over to Tristan, all the while looking at me with a taunting glare. I continued to gradually drift closer to them. "I don't care if he eats my hotdog, Tris," Natey shrieked. They both laughed, and then splashed at me a couple times, daring me to charge at them. "I don't care if he eats mine, either," Tristan replied, amping up the boyish energy in all three of us. They looked at each other. I could see Tristan's head slightly nodding to Natey in a count down, and then they both took off towards me. I took a breath and sunk down, sitting on the bottom of the pool. I watched their legs working to keep them afloat, and their buoyant little boy parts gracefully moving in the chaos of the churning water, creating an indescribably beautiful scene. Natey dropped down and waved at me with a big smile, and quickly pushed himself back up. Seconds later, they both dove down, directly towards me. I was running out of breath, and needed to resurface, so I shot up, exhaling abruptly. They shrieked and shot backwards in surprise, giving me time to catch another breath and sink back down. The boys both dove back down and Tristan sat on top of my shoulders while Natey taunted me to come get him from just outside of my reach. I lunged foreword, faster than he anticipated, and wrapped him up, hugging his chest. Tristan's legs clung to my shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my head and face. I surfaced, giving them a chance to breathe. "Dang, Andrew, how did you catch me so fast?" Natey squawked, still trying to exchange his breath. I lightly smacked his butt cheeks with both of my hands. "You can't out maneuver me little boy," I said, pushing Natey away and grabbing Tristan. I flipped him over my shoulders, catching his butt in my right hand, and pulled him right into my face, taking his penis into my mouth. He squealed in surprise, and I quickly released him with a couple tongue swirls around his soft shaft. "He did it, Natey! He actually ate my hotdog!," Tristan yelled to his friend in his young excitement. "Oh my god, I can't believe you did it, he said, grabbing my arm and pulling himself into me. "Uh-oh, that means that I'm next," Natey responded, still treading water out of my reach. "Let him do it. You'll like it," Tristan encouraged. My hand patted his bottom. I was happy to hear his excited approval. "Let him eat it, Natey!" "He'll have to come and get me," Natey answered, moving slowly toward me. "Let's get him, Andrew," Tristan whispered in my ear. The boy was on my team now and wanted me to suck his friend. He pushed off of me, torpedoing directly for Natey. Natey disappeared under the water, and I waited for him to resurface before I ducked under. "Where is he, Tris?," Natey yelled, with his back to me. I swam underwater towards him, closing in on him quickly. "I don't know," Tristan lied. Natey turned around and faced me, but he couldn't see me under the water. My hands grabbed his bottom from around him and I pulled him into my mouth. The boy screamed in surprise and kicked, but I held on, getting a good feel of his shaft and head with my tongue, releasing him with a kiss on his penis. "He did it!," Natey exclaimed, moving towards me. I gave him my hand and pulled him into me. "He ate my hotdog too," he barely got out through his laughter. I held him, enjoying the feel of his nakedness on my body. "Oh my god, Andrew, do they taste like actual hotdogs?," Tristan asked, causing both boys to explode in laughter. He pulled himself up to my other side and I held him, too. "Well, I didn't really pay attention," I said. "I guess I'll just have to do it again." "Do me," Tristan interjected a split second before Natey. I held both of their bottoms and lightly fondled my way to their holes. "I have an idea boys," I said. "Let's get out and you can just relax naked for a little bit, and then we'll dry off. And If you want me to eat your hotdogs before you get dressed, then I will." "Ooh! Promise?" Tristan asked. "Yeah, you've got to promise us!," Natey playfully demanded. They both looked at each other and then back at me, with giddy anticipation. "What am I supposed to do? Make a pinkie promise with your weenies?," I kidded. "Oh my god! Yeah! You have to make a pinkie promise with my weenie," Tristan laughed, sticking his out. "Mine too!," Natey demanded, giddy with laughter. He poked his penis out toward me, too. I wrapped my pinkie around Tristan's penis and said "I pinkie promise to eat you later," and then did the same with Natey. They were both hysterical. Out of the pool, the boys ignored the empty chairs and lounger and they piled onto my lounger with me. I had two little heads laying on my chest, two young naked boys on each side, and one perfect boy bottom in each hand. "I love being with you, Andrew," Tristan said, lifting his head and looking at me. I caressed his bottom. "I love being with you too, buddy," I replied. His head sunk back onto my chest. Both boys were fully relaxed. I lay there holding them for almost thirty minutes, caressing them. They talked quietly between themselves about their earlier baseball game. Both boys were perfectly content in the moment, enjoying the feeling of my hand sliding over their backs and bottoms. "Guys, it's about time to wrap this up," I said, so relaxed that I could almost go to sleep. "Aw, man! Already," Natey sighed. "I have to get up to pee, anyway," Tristan said, peeling himself up from my side and making his way to his feet. "Hey Natey, wanna freak Tristan out?" I whispered as Tristan disappeared into the house. "Yeah! How?," he asked, rolling over and looking up at me with a mischievous grin. "What if I'm eating your hotdog when Tristan comes back out, and we let him catch us?" "Oh, he would definitely freak out," Natey said with an excited laugh. "Let's do it!" "There's a couple ways to do it, I said, pulling my legs over to the side of the lounger and sitting up. "Stand right here in front of me, and we'll try it like this first. And as soon as he walks out, he'll see us," I said, moving him in front of me. "This will be awesome!," Natey laughed. "Okay, ready buddy?" "Yeah, I'm ready!" I began to suck him for a couple seconds, and then stopped. "We can do it that way, or this way," I said, laying him down on the lounger and taking him into my mouth for a couple more seconds. "I like the stand up way," he said. "Hurry," I said, standing him back up. "He'll be out here in just a second." I put my hands on his bottom, pulling his front into my face, and began to molest him with my tongue. "That feels really good," Natey said as his penis began to stiffen. My tongue played around with his little head and ridge. "Oh my God, Natey! He's totally eating your hotdog!," Tristan exclaimed, running over to us. "Yeah, it actually feels really good, Tris.," he said as I continued to work his boy sized pole. "I have a boner, too, Tris," Natey said, giggling. Tristan came closer and watched as Natey and I enjoyed his friend's boyhood together. I placed my hand on Tristan's bottom and pulled him in close, releasing Natey's penis and taking his into my mouth. "Look at my boner, Tris!," Natey laughed. "Dude, it's big, like a real hot dog!," Tristian laughed. "No, it's only like half of a hot dog," Natey said, "and not as thick. But now it's getting smaller again." I reached over and began to fondle Natey as I explored Tristan's beautiful penis with my lips and tongue. His body lightly quivered as I repeatedly slid my tongue up and back under his hardening shaft, and finally circling his ridge before releasing him. Without a word, I pulled their bodies together so that their penises were touching, and I wrapped my tongue around them. I sucked them both, holding on to both of their butts as they both instinctively began figuring out how to fuck my mouth. After a minute, I pulled back, leaving their little boy dicks hard and still touching each other's. "Bad news, guys," I said. "They don't taste like hotdogs." They both laughed. "Do mine some more," Tristan requested. "Yeah, mine too," Natey jumped in. "Well, we've got to go ahead and get dressed now, but here's the kiss you both wanted earlier," I said, giving both boys a wet kiss on the very tips of their penises. "We'll do more later," I said. "Right now, we've got to get dressed and run to the store to grab a few groceries, and then get back to the house. "Promise we can do more later?," They both asked. I went inside, cleaned myself up, and got dressed. Both boys had come inside carrying their clothes, but were still naked. I took the opportunity to touch them as I "helped" them get dressed. I had the boys help me load my patio furniture, leaving back a single lounger. -------------------------------------- I tried to make our stop at the grocery store quick. Each boy took a side of the shopping cart and rode with me as I pushed. No joking was made when I had Natey grab the all-beef hotdogs, which kind of surprised me. "Hey Natey, hey Tristan," a male voice called as we turned towards the check out line. "Oh, hi Reverend Tom," Natey answered for both boys. "Reverend Tom, this is our new neighbor, Andrew," Tristan blurted before I could introduce myself. "Hi. Andrew Phelps," I said, extending my hand. "He's our friend, too, not just our neighbor," Natey added as Tom was introducing himself. "Yeah, our friend and our neighbor," Tristan said, correcting his first introduction. "So, you're new to Windemere Valley?," Tom asked. The boys hopped down off of the cart and each took a place at my side. Tristan held onto my arm, as he's done several times before. "Yes, I just moved yesterday. It's been a whirlwind," I said, hoping that Tom wasn't a conversationalist. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood," Tom said sincerely. "You've got a couple wonderful boys young here," he added, possibly probing. "Yeah. I do," I agreed. "They came over and helped me unload the moving truck yesterday, and they've barely left my side," I said, tousling their hair. "Well, that's nice," Tom said. "I'm the pastor at Windemere Valley Community Church, and I'd love to see you tomorrow, if you don't already have a place to worship," he offered. "Well, I don't yet," I said, not having stepped inside of a church for over ten years. "Well, boys," he said, lifting both of their chins with his finger, "I hope you'll do your part as soldiers for Christ and bring your friend to church tomorrow," he said, extending his hand to me again. "We will," the boys answered. I shook his hand and dismissed him. "Church is really close," Tristan said, as he and Natey climbed back up on the shopping cart. "Yeah, we usually just walk there," Natey added. "So, you're coming with us, right?" Tristan asked. ------------------------------------ Back At the house, the boys unloaded the boxes and patio furniture that we had brought from the other house, and I unloaded the groceries. "Tell you what boys," I said. "Why don't you guys go tell your parents and the neighborhood kids that I'm going to have a bonfire tonight in the back yard. They're all invited to come." I looked at the time. "Tell them 7:30," I said. "Awesome, a bonfire!," Tristan exclaimed. Natey was equally excited. They turned to leave, and Tristan turned back around and hugged me. Natey followed right behind, and I dropped down on my knees to hug them back. Neither of them said a word, and a few seconds later, they were gone. I threw a couple snack foods together, and then went out back, dragging as much dead wood as I could into the center of the yard, piling it on the rotted out log that Cameron had sat on earlier. The three Cooper boys showed up with Tristian, Gavin and Bryce, and they introduced me to Jacob, Katey and Marianne. The girls were the same ones that the boys had been talking to earlier. They all pitched in and helped me build a burn pile. Moments later, Luke and Caryn made their way back, bringing me a small gift bag from the home goods store. I asked Luke to light the fire while I ran inside and grabbed a couple of goodies. Tristan followed me in, and I gave him a blanket to lay out for everyone to sit on. I came out with hotdogs and buns, and skewers to roast them in the fire. I handed Cameron a container with a lid covering it, and asked him to open it. "Ants on a log!" Really!?" He giggled, looking at the peanut butter smeared celery sticks dotted with raisins. "I remembered this snack from when I was in kindergarten and I thought it would be perfect for tonight," I explained to everyone's light laughter. As the kids ran around playing, Luke, Caryn and I talked by the firelight, roasting hotdogs and watching the ponies of Windemere Farm grazing across the fence. The kids, the ponies of Windemere Valley, played and ran around in the yard. "Are ours ready yet?," Tristan and Natey asked, running up to us to see if their hotdogs were done. I handed them each a dog in a bun. "They're not as good as yours, but they're still good," I whispered to them. They both giggled, and I swatted at Natey's butt as they ran off. "You sure have a way with these boys," Caryn said. "Yeah, they've fallen in love with you," Luke agreed. "They're good boys," I said. "So, I hear you're coming to church tomorrow?" Caryn asked.