Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2024 14:45:32 +0100 (GMT+01:00) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: The Ponies of Windermere Valley, chapter 3 (Revised) Church. I wasn't really very interested in church, but I wasn't super opposed to it, either. Church does a lot of good for a lot of people, I told myself. I've matured quite a bit since I've been to church, so maybe it wasn't a terrible idea. Before I knew it, I had decided to go for the boys. I told myself that I would do it for them. Natey rang my doorbell at 9:00. I was shaving, still in my underwear, but I let him in seeing that it was just him. "Here," he said, handing me a package. "It was on the porch." "Oh, my DIY security system! You want to help me install it later?" "Sure," the boy said, "but right now you have to hurry. Church starts in a half hour." "It starts at 9:30? I guess I assumed that it started at 10:00," I said, hurrying to finish my face. Natey was dressed in white dress pants that looked like a summer cotton and linen blend and a tucked in light blue polo shirt. His brown belt and matching shoes completed the look. "You sure are looking good this morning," I said. He looked up at me with a grin. Natey followed me into my bedroom and watched me get dressed. Tristan came over and let himself in. Natey and I were sitting on the edge of my bed while I was tying my shoes. "Come on, Andrew, we're going to be late," Tristan announced, walking through the living room and into my bedroom. I couldn't believe that these boys had me getting ready to walk out of the door to go to church. Tristan, Natey, and I walked with Luke & Caryn. Cameron, Cole, and Gavin, who had slept over with Cole last night, kept a few paces in front of us. I took the opportunity to thank the older boys for their help the previous day. "You were a real champ, Gavin, and you probably saved my back," I said. "And Cole, I really appreciate your help, too, buddy." "Oh, Gavin is a great helper," Caryn added. "I wish a little bit of that would rub off on Cole," she said with a hopeful smile. Cole turned around and met Caryn's smile with an unamused gaze. Gavin ate up the praise, his cheeks turning a blushy pink color that complimented his dark features. He was a hard one to figure out. He had a feminine boyish side with a more rugged and handsome face. His shirt tail covered his backside just enough to keep me guessing, and I didn't want to be caught staring. "So what do you do for work, Andrew?," Luke asked, as we walked up to the church walkway. "I do freelance work from home. I'm a financial consultant, day trader, and I also dabble in videography," I said, hopefully using enough boring and generic terminology to end that particular part of the conversation. "Oh, a financial consultant? We could use one of those," he replied, slowing his stroll, and then coming to a complete stop. I stopped with him. Caryn and the boys walked into the church. Tristan noticed that I had stayed behind and came back to me, grabbing on to my arm. "Well, I'd be happy to sit down with you two and see what you're working with," I said. "And of course, I'm not one to turn down a good meal as a form of payment," I added with a grin. "You're a good man, Andrew," he said, giving my shoulder a light, brotherly shake and a pat, and then he motioned for me to walk in ahead of him. "I want to sit right next to you," Tristan said, looking up at me and holding my arm a little bit tighter. "Oh, man!," I said. "I was hoping that I could sit on your lap," I teased. He tugged on my arm, still looking up at me. His smile warmed my heart. We took the second row from the back, and Tristan scooted around me to my right side. Several people came and introduced themselves and welcomed me. "Uncle Luke said that I could sit back here with you," Natey said, taking a seat at my left side. I couldn't help admiring the shape of his bottom in his white pants. They were like a display case proudly showing off his trophy butt. I wondered how many other men in the church were jealous because he came and parked himself at my side, and not theirs. "It's good to see you this morning, Andrew," Reverend Tom said, approaching me with his hand out. I stood up, reaching out to shake his hand. "I see you've got these two good looking boys with you again," he said, extending his hand to each of them. I sat down, and Natey stood to shake the reverend's hand. "Yes, I do." I put my arm around Natey's waste and patted his bottom in agreement with the reverend's comment. "They've become my shadow," I said. Tristan stood to shake the reverend's hand, slightly leaning over my lap. "...But I wouldn't have it any other way," I said. "I'd like to chat with you for just a minute after service, if you don't mind," the reverend said. "It'll only be a minute." "Sure, that'd be fine," I answered. We sang three songs out of the hymnal, and one of the ladies sang I'll Fly Away to a soundtrack. After the announcements and offering, it was testimony time. I was shocked when Caryn stood up and thanked God for the new neighbor who took her boy in like his own child, not sparing any details about the boy's nakedness or my handling of him. Then she acknowledged me, as if no one could tell who the new neighbor was. All of the small congregation gave me a standing ovation, and Cameron made his way back to sit with me, parking himself next to Tristan. There's really nothing quite as awkward as being a visitor at a small community church. "Sister Caryn, that's a perfect segue into my sermon, entitled, Love Thy Neighbor." He began. Tristan moved from the pew on to my lap and Cameron took his place, scooting right up next to me. "When sister Caryn called me and asked to pray for little Cameron, and told me the story..." the sermon opened. Tristan nestled into me. His head rested on my chest just under my chin. He smelled like strawberry shampoo. I laid my arm across his lap, and put my other hand on Natey's leg. My thoughts were not on the sermon, and it was all that I could do to try to tune out of boy mode and listen. "...seeing the youngster's need, and having the courage to put his name on the line, well, that's what it means to love thy neighbor..." Reverend Tom rambled. "Andrew, is that why you helped me-- because you love me?," Cameron asked, having been glued to the sermon. "Well, I guess so," I answered, seeing a big smile appear on his face as he turned his head back to face the pulpit. "Do you love me, too?," Tristan asked, looking up at me. "And me?" Natey asked, more in the spirit of inclusion than actually wondering. "I suppose I do," I said, patting both of their legs. "I love you, too," Tristan whispered. In that moment, I wished that I could hug him and hold him more intimately. I couldn't resist the urge to plant a little kiss on his head. He placed his hand on mine, resting across his lap. "...he washed the boy's wounds in the sink with his bare hands, and then covered his nakedness with a towel...," the reverend kept on. All I wanted to do was be with my boys in my house. My erection showed no reverence to being in church, and try as I might, I couldn't help that these boys were turning me on, just sitting with me. "Church, when are we going to learn how to really love our neighbor as Andrew has so beautifully displayed for us?," He asked, in a moment of congregational reflection. "It's evident that Brother Andrew is saved and has the love of God in him, because we can see God's love at work in him so much, that it just naturally comes out of him," he continued, His voice softening in transition to the closing prayer. "Lord, may we all be motivated to love our neighbors in the way that Andrew loves his." After the final "Amen!", I received pats on the back, and congratulations, and more comments welcoming me to the community. After the service, Reverend Tom asked me to follow him into his office. I signaled with a shrug and held up a finger to Luke, Caryn & the boys. "Andrew, I'll make this brief. Tristan is in need right now and is very vulnerable. Do you know much about Walter's situation? " He asked. I assumed that Walter was Tristan's father. "I don't," I replied with a `no' nod. "Walter lost it when Marilyn died, and he's been severely depressed and in declining health ever since. There was a big fight between him and the girls, and now they don't talk. One of the girls calls Tristan every now and then to check on him, but Tristan is on his own for the most part." "Got it," I said. "I'll do what I can to help." "He doesn't just need help, he needs fathering, and seeing how he has glued himself to you -- would you just pray about what your role in his life might look like?" "Okay. I can do that," I answered. "One more thing. We have about a hundred and thirty church members on the books. Sixty or so show up on a regular basis. Seven of those regulars are preteen boys. We really need someone to mentor these boys, and no one will step up to the task. I know that you haven't made a commitment to this church, but there is a great need for someone like you here." "I'll consider it Reverend," I said. He thanked me and led me out the door. The walk home was filled with talk about how inspirational the sermon was, and how God had used me to put a spark back in the church. I just listened. Tristan held on to my arm, and I couldn't help but thinking about what the reverend had told me about him and his family. I also couldn't help but thinking about this little boy's naked body, and how he turned me on. "Do you have lunch plans,?" Caryn asked. "We're just having roast beef sandwiches and chips, but you're welcome to join us," she invited. I accepted, and went home to change my clothes before going over to their house. Tristan crossed the street and went into his house. It was the first time that I had seen him over there. I wondered if I would ever even meet Walter. Hearing of his situation made me feel bad for him, and more so for Tristan. I genuinely wanted to help the little boy, and I could tell that Luke and Caryn did, too. I didn't make it half way down my driveway on my way to the Coopers before Tristan met me, running to come get me. He unexpectedly leapt into my arms, but I caught him, and held him as I walked. "I want to sit by you for lunch," he said. I moved his hair back from his eyes with a finger and looked into his deep blue eyes. They refreshed my soul like a cool pool on a hot day. "You know what I want?," I asked. "What?," He questioned. "I want your naked little bottom," I said, sliding my hand up his thigh and into the opening of his gym shorts. "You do?," he giggled, shifting in my hand and helping me find entry inside his underwear. "There. You found it," he said, with a little giggle, settling back down and resting his weight on my hand. "Why do you want my naked bottom?," he asked, laying his head down on my chest. He was hugging me, and I was savoring the way he felt in my arms and in my hand. "I just like your bottom," I admitted. "I like the way it feels. It's soft, and it just fits perfectly in my hand." He tightened his embrace around my neck and I caressed his soft fleshy cheeks until we got to the Cooper's porch. "We're here," I said, removing my hand from inside his underwear. He sat up in my arms and I knocked lightly on the door. "Now my bottom is cold where your hand was," he whispered. I kissed his forehead before putting him down. Cole opened the door and let us in. After lunch, the boys went outside to play, while Luke and Caryn filled me in a little bit more on their story. They never intended to have kids, initially, but Luke & Caryn agreed to be the boys godparents, not expecting that anything would actually come from it. The boys' parents made a living will and trust, naming them as the ones that the boys would go to upon both of their deaths. Four months later, they both died, and Luke & Caryn inherited and adopted three boys. Cameron was just an infant. I asked about the deal with Walter, explaining what the Reverend had told me. Walter pays Caryn to do grocery shopping for him and Tristan, and she takes Tristan with her when she shops for her boy's clothes and miscellaneous things. "He's pretty much given up, but he wouldn't really be that bad off if he'd just snap out of it," Luke said. "Walter Stanley used to be a pretty big name in the horse industry, and was worth millions at one point. Now, he's simply given up," he added. After an hour long conversation, I excused myself, telling Luke & Caryn that I still had quite a bit of work to do around the house. I was surrounded by five boys and two girls as soon as I walked outside, and they all accompanied me home. Cole and Gavin were a little bit flirty with the girls, and I enjoyed watching them in their awkwardness. At the mention of work, all of my company split except for Tristan and Natey. I opened up my security system package and went through all of the components. I sat the interior cameras aside and let the boys help with installing the door and window sensors. Then they helped me by holding the ladder while I was installing the outdoor security cameras. "One more camera for out back," I said, folding the ladder. "This one is going in the shed," I said. The boys each took an end of the ladder and carried it for me. I could hear them whispering as they walked behind me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I opened the shed and went to the far corner, pointing the camera to try to get the window and door in view. "Andrew, there's something that we need to tell you," Natey said. "I don't want them to get in trouble, but you're probably going to find out anyway," he said. "What is it, kiddo?," I asked, seeing concern on his face. "Well," he started. He was hesitant to speak. "Tell him, Natey," Tristan encouraged. "It'll be okay." "Well, you know how you did that one thing with us yesterday?," Natey started out. "What one thing?," I asked, pretty sure of what he was referencing. "You know," he hesitated. "When we were talking about... about hotdogs?" Natey paused, looking at Tristan for support. Tristan confidently gave him the go-ahead nod. Natey took a deep breath. "Remember when you ate our hotdogs yesterday?," he asked. They both giggled as their countenance shifted from serious to silly, and back. "Okay?," I responded, nervous about where this was going. "Well," he continued, "Sometimes we follow Cole and Gavin back here, and they don't know it..." "We spy on them," Tristan interrupted. "Yeah. Sometimes we spy on them," Natey confirmed, "and sometimes they come in here and do that to each other," he said. He looked at Tristan and got a nod of approval, and then looked back at me. "Cole and Gavin suck each other's weenies?" I asked. "Mmm hmmm," he said, both of them trying to conceal their silly smirks. "We've seen them a few times," Tristan added. "No, it's been a lot of times, Tris," Natey corrected. "Like maybe ten or something." Natey cracked a half smile before re-straightening his face. "Also, those girls come back here with them, and sometimes they suck Cole's weenie, but not Gavin's," Tristan added matter of factly. "Yeah. I think Gavin only lets Cole suck his weenie, Tris," Natey said, "But Cole lets everyone suck his." They both laughed nervously, but were obviously proud of themselves. "Well, what do you think about that?," I asked. "They looked at each other, surprised at my response. "I don't know," Natey said with a cautious giggle turning straight faced. "What do you think, Tristan?" I asked, seeing the `please don't ask me' look on his face. "Ummm, I don't know either," he said pausing briefly. "I don't know, but it kinda makes me laugh a little bit sometimes." They both giggled, not knowing what their appropriate response should be. "Yeah," Natey agreed. "I kinda don't know, and I also kinda think it's funny. Like, a little bit funny, but I don't really know." I let them marinate in their nervousness for a few more seconds. "Well, I think it's great," I said. The relief on their faces would have made a perfect picture. "We didn't know what to say," Tristan admitted. The sound of relief was prominent in his voice. "We thought that you might be mad at us." "Mad? Over a couple of boys getting their peckers slobbered on?," I questioned, blowing the whole thing off. They laughed with nervous relief, exchanging quick glances of disbelief as their confidence began to be rebuilt. "Well, we just didn't know for sure if it was going to be okay to talk about that," Tristan said, allowing a hint of hesitation back into his voice. I could tell that there was something that still remained unresolved. "Is there something else, boys?," I asked. They looked at each other, giggly and equally apprehensive. "Well, Natey wants to know...," Tristan started. "No, Tris wants to know," Natey interrupted. Their tension was mounting, both slightly frustrated with the other's lack of willingness to fall on the sword. "Okay, we both want to know, right Natey?" Tristan asked. "Yeah, we both want to know," Natey confirmed. They were both nervous. I finished installing the camera, and stepped down from the ladder. "Well?," I asked. "What is it that you want to know?" "Ummmm... so, do you remember that promise that you made yesterday?," Natey asked. "The pinkie promise with your weenies?," I asked. I knew exactly where this was going, but I was going to make them both work for it. "No, the other promise." "No, buddy, what promise?," I asked. "Oh, crap," Natey said. "You do it, Tris," he said nervously, passing the baton. "So, when we were getting ready to leave the other house?," Tristan hinted, trying to spark my memory. "And it's about what we were just talking about," Natey chimed, "About what we told you Cole and Gavin do sometimes." "Oh, do you mean when you boys asked me if I promised that I'd eat your hotdogs again?" I asked, as if just beginning to understand what they were talking about. "Yes! Finally!," Natey said, with a sigh and giggle of relief. "Oh, well that's easy," I said. Their faces lit up. "I remember that you asked me if I promised, but I didn't actually answer," I said, "So, I didn't really make you a promise." Both boys just looked at me, and I stared at them. All of the boyish joy had left their faces. "What was the question again?," I teased. "Tristan knew that I was pulling their legs, and gave me a light punch on the arm. "When are you going to do it again?," he asked, playfully frustrated. "Do what?," I shrugged, matching my mock frustration to theirs. "When are you going to eat our hotdogs again?," Tristan blurted, finally finding the courage. "Yeah!," Natey said, nodding his head in support of his friend. "Oh, well," I paused, "How's Friday at noon?," I asked, to their immediate dismay. "Friday? Why Friday?!," Tristan playfully demanded. "Come on Andrew, really?! Can't you do it sooner than that?," he negotiated, looking at Natey for more support. "Yeah, why not today, like when we're done in here, or something? " Natey asked. "Well, we're done in here right now," I said, packing up the ladder. "Do you want to do it in here, right now?," I asked. They looked at each other, shocked at how the conversation had just turned. "Yes!," they both enthusiastically answered. "We want to do it right now," Tristan added with a nod, making sure that I understood their answer. "Well, why didn't you just say, `Hey Andrew, will you suck our weenies while we're in here?'," I asked. They looked shocked at my question. Neither boy had an answer. "Well, are we going to do this through your clothes, or are you going to pull your shorts and underwear down?," I asked, activating the camera and beginning to record with my phone. They both pulled their underwear down to their ankles, looking at each other in excitement. "Now, you guys said you've seen Cole and Gavin do this, right?," I asked. They both nodded in agreement. "Have you tried it with each other?" "No," they both said, shaking their heads. "Well, let's start there," I suggested, pulling Natey around to face Tristan. "Natey, get down on your knees, and put your lips on Tristan's weenie," I said. He hesitated. "Come on, Natey," Tristan whispered. "What if you really like it?" Natey made a couple attempts, backing off each time before contact. "Will you do it first?," he asked me, looking at me with apprehension. I sat down in front of Tristan, positioning for the camera, and began to suck his flaccid penis until it became hard. I didn't suck him the way that I really wanted to, but I knew that I'd be able to later. "There," Tristan said, fidgeting nervously with his boner. "Now it's your turn, Natey," he encouraged, turning toward his friend. "Natey, would it help if I sucked you a little bit first, too?," I asked. "I think so," the hesitant boy replied. I turned to Natey and held his bottom, pulling him into my face and putting my lips around his shaft. I sucked him, hoping to calm his nervousness. When he reached full erection, I released him and he took a step backwards. "Okay, I'm ready now," Natey said, fondling his hard on. "I'll suck you first," Tristan said, kneeling down in front of Natey. He didn't hesitate, going right for Natey's penis. "Now you have to be careful of your teeth," I said. "They can really hurt him." Tristan acknowledged me with a thumbs up, and sucked his friend for about a minute. "How is that, Natey?," I asked. Tristian released himself from Natey. "Yeah? Did you like it?," Tristan asked. "Yeah. It felt good," he said with a big smile. "Okay, now let's change it up," I said. "I really liked the way his boner felt in my mouth," Tristan said, laughing at his admission. "I do too," I said. "I like the way that both of your boners feel." "I think I'm ready to suck Tristan's weenie now," Natey said confidently, kneeling in front of Tristan. Tristan's penis disappeared in Natey's mouth, and I reminded him about his teeth. They were both adorable sucking each other. I let Natey get used to the feel of sucking his friend for a couple minutes. "All right, guys," let's get those undies up," I said. "We'll go inside, and I'll suck you, and then I'll help you practice with each other," I said, stopping the recording. The boys carried the ladder back up through the yard with a pep in their step. "Boys, let's go into my bedroom," I said. "I'll be right there." I stopped to grab the two interior security cameras and brought them into the room with me. "Go ahead and get fully undressed," I said, placing one camera on my dresser and one on the night stand. They were oblivious to what I was doing. I opened the security app and made sure that the cameras were working. After repositioning one of them, I hit `record' and set my phone down, and I sat on the end of the bed. "I'm ready," Tristan said," taking his favorite place at my right side. I pulled him up on my lap, and Natey came up right behind him. "Okay, boys, this is your first real lesson, so please just pay attention," I said. "Natey, I want you laying in the center of the bed, with your legs spread open," I directed. He laid down in anticipation, fidgeting with his penis almost the whole time. "Are you going to let go of that, or do you just want to play with yourself instead?," I asked, teasing the boy. They both laughed and Natey let himself go. His penis relaxed over to his right side and laid limp. "Alright Natey, Tristan and I are both going to suck you. Sometimes we'll do it separately, and sometimes we'll actually be doing it together," I said. "And then, after a few minutes, you boys will switch out. Sound good?," I asked. They both answered excitedly. I pulled Tristan aside and gave him some instruction, and told him to take it slow. "Can I start now? " Tristan asked. He was excited about feeling his friends penis in his mouth again. "Go ahead," I allowed. He put his lips around Natey's soft penis and began gently bobbing up and down on him. Less than a minute later, Tristan sat up. "It's hard now," he said. I was happy that Tristan was able to feel Natey transitioning from soft to rock hard. That's one of my favorite things about sucking a young boy. "Okay, now my turn," I said. I took Natey into my mouth and sucked him softly, giving him a few minutes to enjoy the texture of my tongue on his sensitive shaft and head. I motioned for Tristan to join me, and he followed, coming in and sharing Natey's stiffness with me between our tongues, each of us slowly licking the boys pole and moving down to his loose ball sack. Natey's soft moans encouraged us to keep going, and Tristan's soft tongue, dancing with mine around Natey's erection made my underwear wet. "Watch me Tris," I said, licking the underneath of Natey's velvety sack. I took it into my mouth and applied gentle sucking pressure while letting his balls rest on my tongue. "You try," I said, "and be very, very careful with his balls. Suck very softly and let your tongue play with his sack," I encouraged. As Tristan worked Natey's sack, I worked his purple helmet, with gentle swirls and slightly increasing suction. Natey's moans were music to my ears. Tristan and I both worked him for another minute, and then I pulled away. "Alright Tristan, light kisses all over his penis and balls." We both began kissing Natey's boyhood, and each other as our lips fondled Natey's erection. Natey's penis was a beautiful treat in itself, and sharing him with Tristan was magical. They both tasted and felt wonderful. "Okay Tris, tongue again," I whispered, beginning to tongue Natey's ridge. Tristan's tongue worked its way up from Natey's balls and found mine, and we slid up and down Natey's hard boy dick together. "Keep doing that, but now, instead of doing it on Natey's penis, we're just going to do it together," I said, fully engaging Tristian's mouth and tongue. I sat up, pulling Tristan into my lap and spreading his legs. "Natey, start sucking him, very softly," I said. When Natey got a good start on Tristan, I continued to tongue Him. I eased my fingers under Natey's chin, finding Tristan's balls. Tristian kissed me more deeply as Natey sucked him and I touched his silky boy bag. Our tongues lovingly played together for a couple minutes before I laid him down and Natey and I began tonguing his boner. Tristan continually made quiet sounds as his body was being pleasured like this for the first time. Natey wrapped his tongue around Tristan's pole, sliding it from his base to his tip, and my tongue wrestled Natey's for a taste of Tristan's sweet penis. "You like this, don't you, Natey?," I asked. He pulled back with a big smile in response, and went right back to work pleasuring his friend. "Let your tongue play with his balls, Natey, real easily," I said as I began focusing on Tristan's soft pink oval head. His body shuddered several times as my lips slid slowly up and down his ridge and my tongue explored the underside of his throbbing glans. "Now, suck his balls, one at a time, and be real gentle," I told Natey, taking Tristan's full length into my mouth and polishing it with gentle suction. His body quivered once and then a second time. "Oh God," Tristan moaned. His young boy erection pulsated, held securely by the suction of my tongue. I sucked him through his first climax as he thrust his hips forward and back, repeatedly until he finished shooting his dry little boy load. His soft grunts and moans continued for a few seconds after his orgasm. Natey looked up at me and we both released him. "Wow." Tristan's voice was quivery. "That felt so good. Why did my boner do that?," he asked. Natey was still looking at me, also wondering what had just happened. I explained to them what had just taken place, and how it would change as they grew older. "Why didn't my boner do that?" Natey asked. "Well, it's possible that you're just not quite ready yet, or maybe Tristan and I just didn't give you enough time to reach your climax." "Can we try again?," Tristan asked before I had the opportunity to suggest it myself. "Natey, want us to give it another try?," I asked. "Natey, say yes! You'll love it!," Tristan excitedly encouraged. Natey was already sold on the idea and was repositioning on to his back. He laid with his legs open and his soft penis folded over to his right side. "Can I start licking his weenie now?," Tristan asked. The sparkle in his eyes and the innocence on his face when he asked that question made my underwear wet again. "Go ahead Tris," I said. "Remember, really gently. And be very careful that your teeth don't get in the way," I said. I stepped out of the way and opened my phone app, viewing what the cameras were picking up. The camera on the night stand was perfectly capturing Tristan enjoying Natey's boner, and the other camera was in perfect focus, getting a longer shot of both boys' full bodies. "Can I join you Tris?," I asked. "Mmmm hmmmm," he managed. "Let's lick him again," I said, moving in close to Natey's erection. It stood straight up in the air. Tristan and I both began to paint Natey's boner with our tongues. The feeling of Natey's hard little boy penis with Tristan's breath, lips, and tongue was nearly overwhelming my senses. I took Natey's scrotum into my mouth and let my tongue fondle his baby soft sack, feeling every detail of him. Natey's soft sounds encouraged Tristan and I to keep going. His soft wrinkles and the little midline ridge felt extra pronounced, and his little balls balanced on each side of my tongue as I eased up and down the back side of his sack. I paused to inhale Natey's faint boy smell mixed with Tristan's exhale as he was still working Natey's length. "Keep it up, Tristan. You're doing great," I said. "Natey, I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth. Can you do the same thing to my tongue that you did with Tristan's boner?," I asked. "Yeah," he moaned, opening his mouth. My tongue made entry, and we were instantly entangled in each other. He sucked my tongue, and I sucked his in perfect rhythm with Tristan's up and down motions on Natey's erect penis. Tristan came up for air. "Can I try that part, Andrew?," He asked. "Sure, you come up here, and I'll take over down there," I said, switching places with him. I watched as their tongues were drawn to each other's like magnets. I turned toward the camera, out of the boy's view, and milked the juices from my erection onto my fingers. Opening Natey's legs a little bit wider, I eased my fingers down his crack and found his hole. I applied moderate suction to the pulsating tip of his penis and lightly massaged his tight little hole with my precum, feeling his rigid texture on the pads of my fingers. Natey's body began to tighten, and I applied a little more suction to his head. My tongue played with his ridge and pee hole before fully taking in the boy's erection. His moaning and movement let me know that he was very close to his first orgasm. I glanced up to see that he and Tristan were still enjoying each other's tongues. I let the tip of the boys hard shaft rest on the back of my tongue, applying stronger suction while the tip of my tongue massaged the underside of his penis, causing him to tremble, tighten up, and moan for several seconds. His erection worked hard, pushing against my tongue while trying to expel what his premature testicles were still unable to produce. Natey's quiet grunts turned into soft sobs. Tristan pulled away from his mouth, unsure of what to do next. "Oh my god, Natey. Did we hurt you?," Tristan asked, seeing tears in his friend's eyes. His voice was sharp with concern, and he took Natey's hand in his. "Natey was lightly panting. "No, that didn't hurt," he said, wiping his eyes. "It felt so good. I've never felt anything like that before." Tristan looked at me, still unsure that his friend was okay. "He's fine Tris," I said. "Some people react differently to orgasms," I said. "It's not uncommon for a boy to cry, or some laugh, or some moan like you did. There are lots of different reactions." Natey swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. "Well, guys, what do you think?" I asked. "I loved it," Tristan answered. I loved all of it. "Me too," Natey said. "At first I was kinda... well, I didn't want to put Tristan's weenie in my mouth, but I just tried it, and found out that it's not gross. Then I started to really like it." "And, boys, now the big question... do boy's penises taste like hotdogs?" They laughed, and began to get a little bit rowdy on the bed. "I think they taste better than hotdogs," Natey said, laughing and holding himself. "Me too. Your boner tastes really good, Natey.," Tristan laughed, and Natey responded playfully, both boys standing up on the bed. I sat back against my headboard and watched the beautiful naked boys playing together. "Actually, I don't think your weenie had much flavor," Natey added, but I still think that it's better than hotdogs." "Come here, boys," I said, holding out my arms and inviting them in. Tristan came and leaned up against me on my right side, and Natey on my left. "Let's unwind for a little bit, and then you boys have to go home soon. We don't want anyone coming over here and seeing us like this," I said. They both nestled into me, and my hands found their bottoms. "Can our next lesson be tomorrow, Andrew?," Tristan asked. "It will be soon, and I promise, you'll love it," I said. "Well, can we at least go skinny dipping tomorrow?" Tristan proposed. "Yeah. Please, Andrew?," Natey jumped in. "We'll just have to see. There's no telling what we'll do tomorrow." "Andrew, what did Reverend Tom mean when he said that you were saved because of how you love your neighbors?," Tristan asked, hitting me like a splash of ice cold water in my face. "Yeah," Natey jumped in. "Tristan kissed my boner," he giggled. "Does that mean that he loves his neighbor?" They both laughed. "You kissed mine, too, Natey," Tristan reminded. "Cause I love my neighbor, and you're my neighbor," Natey reasoned. They both laughed harder. "So, can we just go to Heaven if we keep on kissing each others weenies?," Tristan asked. They both erupted with laughter, getting up on their knees as their moment of relaxation had obviously expired. "Oh my God, Tris! "What if everyone at church just went and kissed each other's penises, and then we all went home?," Natey said, barely finishing through his laughter. Tristan lost it too, and they both took a minute to recover. "Yeah, but what about the girls, Natey? They don't have penises," Tristan pointed out. "We'll just have to kiss their..." "Vaginas!," Natey interrupted. They both laughed. I watched the boys playing, and it was almost as if they had forgotten that I was even there. "No way. I'm not kissing a girl's vagina," Tristan said. "Then that's not loving your neighbor, and you're not saved," Natey reasoned as the laughter subsided. "That means that you're going to hell, Tris!" "I'm not going to hell! I already kissed your boner, retard!" Tristan quipped, defending himself and prompting more heavy laughter. "You better kiss it again, just to make sure," Natey said, wiggling his penis in his fingers. "Then you better kiss mine again, too," Tristan said. "Nope, I don't have to kiss yours again, 'cause I'll probably kiss vaginas, too." Natey argued. "But vaginas smell like fish, Natey!" They both roared. "Remember? Cole said so!," Tristan said laughing. "And he said that if you get vagina on your lips, you'll taste fish for the rest of your life!" It took them both a few seconds to catch their breath. I had been laughing the whole time, watching the naked beauties bantering. "Isn't that right, Andrew?," Tristan asked, drawing me in to their hilarity. "Well, there's a reason that I only eat hotdogs and not fish," I said. Both boys lost it. "Alright, boys, it's time to get dressed," I said. "We don't want everyone wondering where you are and what you're up to." After a few minutes to settle down, they put their clothes on, and we walked through the house to the front porch. The sun was just starting to set. "Can we come back in the morning?," Tristan asked. Both boys looked up at me for an answer. "I've got some work to do, so why don't you wait for a little bit," I suggested. "Like, until 10,?" Natey asked. "How about if I open my door when I'm ready for company, and then you can just come in," I offered. Tristan grabbed my arm and I instantly questioned in my mind what he might be going home to. "See you tomorrow," Natey said, hopping down the steps and running across the yard. Tristan stood directly in front of me, looking straight up at me. I lifted him up. "You know what this means, don't you?," I asked. "Yes," he smiled. "You want my naked bottom, don't you?" He leaned over slightly, and I slid my hand inside of his shorts and underwear and held his bottom. "There, you found it," he smiled, and then rested his head on me. I held him for a few minutes, patting his back and rubbing his bottom. "I love you," he said sitting up in my arms, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before resting his head on me again. A tear ran down my face without warning, and I hugged him, gently caressing him. "Hey," I said, getting his attention. He looked at me. I kissed him on the cheek. "I love you too, Tris," I said softly, with another kiss on his forehead. I held him on my porch for several more minutes. I knew that he needed something else, but I didn't know what, and I wasn't even sure that he knew what it was, either. "Are you okay, kiddo?," I asked, walking down the steps and slowly crossing the yard. "Are you afraid to go home?" I pulled my hand out from inside his underwear and shifted his weight from one arm to the other. "I'm okay," he said. I lowered him to the ground. "I'll see you tomorrow, Andrew," he said, turning and breaking into a jog up the sidewalk and across the street. I watched him disappear into his house, and a minute later, a light lit the front upstairs window.