Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 12:25:59 -0800
From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me
Subject: Trailer Park Boys 6

Hey Guys, the next chapter. I hope it gets a rise out of you. Scott misses
Tommy deeply and is confused by how he feels about the other boys in the
trailer park.  This story is totally fictional as always.

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"Hey lover, I made us some coffee." Yoshi whispered, kissing my ear.

"Ummmm, thanks." I yawned, blinking my sleepy eyes open.

I had spent a few days in Malibu just to clear my head, too many boys too
fast. I was so confused, shit. I had met Yoshi at the corner coffee shop.
He had just moved to LA a few weeks ago fresh out of high school. God, he
was adorable, small thin and nearly hairless except on his head. What hair
he had was soft, silky and jet black.  I loved watching his dink bounce and
sway as he crawled back into bed. God, he had a cute dick!  I had shaved
his pubes off making him even smoother. He did not have any hair under his
arms yet, fucking sexy as shit!

"Is the coffee alright?" Yoshi beamed snuggling up to me.

"Delicious, Kiddo." I sipped before sitting the cup on the night
stand. "But you are more delicious!"

I kissed Yoshi passionately. He was a quick study and eager for sex, he
kissed back pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. This was the first time
he was away from home settling in for UCLA in the fall. He had a girlfriend
back home, both of them were virgins. Well Yoshi was not a virgin
anymore. He giggled when I rolled him over onto his tummy and slipped
between his legs. I spread his cheeks and ate his tight little pooper. He
spread his legs wide and lifted his rump. I had never met a boy who liked
his ass eaten more! I closed my eyes and imaging it was Tommy's tight
little pucker.

"I want to make love to you again before you go." I hissed as I licked his
opening butt.

Yoshi just moaned and pressed back into my face. He had a very distinctive
taste, delicate. I decided right there that I loved Japanese butt as much
as Japanese food!  He jumped when I pressed the tip of the lube against his
pucker and squeezed. He knew what was coming; I had fucked him at least
four times in the last few days. I also got amazing loads of his yummy cum
in my stomach. Fuck the kid could cum a lot and often, oh to be eighteen
again!

"That's cold!" Yoshi gasped.

"It won't be cold for long, Sweetie." I huffed as I worked my finger all
the way up his lube soaked boy pussy.

As I watched my finger slide in and out of Yoshi's creamy bottom and I was
struck by how small and white it was. It was easy to imagine it was Tommy's
pooper. Yoshi was good practice for me as I had coaxed him into having sex
with me, his first time. I found that I had to go really slow. And as much
as he wanted it I just could not get my dick in his ass the first time I
tried it. Then I let him get on top and he eased himself down slowly onto
my pole. The faces he made were incredibly erotic as he pushed through the
excruciating pain. That was two days ago and now he craved dick! I crawled
up his back and positioned my dick right at his tight pucker. I pushed up
and Yoshi pushed back. His butt opened as I slid slowly into his warm slick
bottom. He was holding his breath and held anguish on his face.  I groaned
when my pubs pressed into his bottom, I was buried to the hilt. I kept
still until he was ready; I was steadily kissing his neck and head.  He
relaxed and his expression of pain turned to pleasure, his sphincter
relaxed. He blinked his eyes open and smiled.

"You feel so good inside of me." Yoshi moaned, wiggling his butt forcing my
dick even deeper.

I started out slow but was pounding his tight teenage ass before I knew
it. And once again he shot a huge load into my sheets before I could cum,
but not much before. Without warning I was flooding his guts with my thick
hot love. I rested on top of the boy as our bodies heaved out of breath,
our juices mingling. When my dick withered and slipped from his cum soaked
love cave I rolled off of him. He crawled up next to me and rested his head
on my chest. God, he was so sweet and beautiful. He was glowing with
pleasure. I raked his hair with my fingers enjoying his content face and
pungent post sex smell.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Yoshi sighed.

Now it just got complicated. This boy had never had pussy but he got plenty
of my dick the last few days and now he wants to stay with me! What was I
going to do? I needed to go back to the trailer park today, back to my
boys. Did I ever give him the impression he could stay?

"Shit, Akemi is coming today." Yoshi sighed sitting up, "I'm sorry, I have
to go in a few hours."

"I know. I really like you but don't want to complicate your life,
Sweetheart." I whispered genuinely, stroking the teenagers back.

"Thanks, this has been the best couple of days of my life." Yoshi smiled
sweetly.

We kissed passionately and rolled on the bed playfully. We showered
together, had lunch and kissed every chance we got. For a minute I thought
about steeling him from his girlfriend and setting up house. He was cute
and even better legal! But the reality was that he was too old for me. I
started to miss him already as I drove him to the airport.

"I guess this is it." Yoshi sighed freely kissing me in LAX.

"Good luck at UCLA," I sighed, smiling, "Akemi is a very lucky girl."

I stroked Yoshi's cheek one last time before I watched him disappear into
the crowd to meet his girlfriend. My heart was heavy with loss but even
with the pain of missing him I knew it was best for both of us. I took a
deep breath holding back tears and before I knew it I was rolling down the
10 back to the desert. My head cleared.

"Fuck, this is better!" I sighed under my breath alone in my truck.

I pulled into a rest stop just outside of Palm Springs and snagged a beer
from my cooler behind the seat. As usual people were coming and going from
the place but my attention turned to a boy running around and playing by a
woman who I took to be his mother. He was so cute, straight black hair and
a milk chocolate completion. He was talking to pretend friends and his
smile was amazing. I loved that he still had his first set of teeth with
sweet little gaps between his small pearly whites. I moved closer.

"Hey Buddy, you on a trip?" I beamed at the little cutie.

"Our car broke." The boy smiled before running off pretending to be an air
plane.

"Hugh, don't talk to strangers!" His mother barked.

"I'm sorry, I guess it is not cool to talk to anyone you don't know these
days." I sighed, backing off.

"No, it's me," the woman huffed, "I just needed to get away from LA and now
less than two hours away my fucking car breaks down!"

"Why don't you call someone?" I asked compassionately.

"On top of everything else my fucking cell is dead."

The pitiful woman sat back down at the table and started to cry. Instinct
took over and I sat down next to her and handed her my cell. She looked up
with a weak smile and took my phone.

"No one is picking up." The woman sighed handing my phone back to me.

We made small talk and I gave her a beer. Before we knew it we were heading
east on the 10, I was going to drop her and Hugh off at a friend's house in
Coachella, not far from where I was living. And then there was Hugh, he was
so sweet and cuddled into me as I drove. His mom, Terrie had hijacked my
phone and was chattering away not paying any attention to me or her son who
was sitting between us in the front seat. I rubbed his shoulder and petted
his silky soft black hair as we drove. I felt good, reassured about what I
loved, boys. Yoshi had just been a distraction. I unwrapped my arm from
around Hugh's shoulder and squeezed his thigh, patting his leg. Jolts of
electricity shout through my body as I stroked the young boy's bare leg
slipping my fingers under the leg of his shorts. I rubbed further, under
the leg band of his briefs and in between his nut sack and leg. He spread
his legs giving me better access to his warm treasure. He was so soft and
he just kept his attention straight ahead except for a few glances and
smiles at me as I rolled his small sweaty sack in my fingers. I fiddled
further and rubbed his silky little tube. God, he was so warm and getting
hard.

"That is the exit, ten more miles" Terrie sighed, watching me pull my hand
from her son's pant leg.

I did not know what to do; I was obviously busted touching Terrie's
kid. But she did not say a word. I drove without making eye contact. I was
sure I was going to jail if I did not get rid of them and change my
identity.

"I am so fucking broke." Terrie sighed looking out the side window.

"What?" I stuttered.

"I could sure use some cash, can you spare any?" Terrie mumbled still not
looking at me.

"I don't know, how much do you want?" I fumbled.

I watched Terrie reach across her son, undo his pants and lower his
zipper. Then she pushed his shorts and underwear to his ankles. Lastly she
pulled his t-shirt up and over his head.

"I think $200 would do it," Terrie sighed looking back out of the window,
"you get ten minutes."

Hugh cuddled back into me and kicked his feet free of his shorts and
underwear. Nervously I took his now limp little noodle in my fingers and
stroked his tiny pole back to life. Fuck, this was so sexy and so fucked up
at the same time. The boy had obviously done this before and his mother was
probably the one who offered him up for sex. He opened my fly, slipped his
small fingers around my dick and pulled it out. I jerked him and he jerked
me as we rumbled down the Interstate.

"This is it; Hugh put your shorts back on."

I let go of the boy's stick and he let go of me. We stowed our dicks and I
pulled two Franklins from my wallet. Terrie put the money in her front
pocket and pulled Hugh to her. He sweetly cuddled with his mother.

"Turn left at the next light." Terrie sighed.

I followed direction to her friend's house and dropped them off, still
little words were spoken. Hugh gave me a confused look as they walked
away. I drove off worried about whether she got my license number from my
truck but she did not look back as I drove off.  I drove slowly to the
trailer park; still rock hard thinking about Hugh. I pressed his left
behind t-shirt to my face and savored his aroma. As sexed up as I was about
Hugh I felt dirty somehow, it was just wrong doing what I did, paying to
touch the boy but his mother was even worse. I was just hopeful that I
would never see them again.

"Hola Scott!" Hector yelled, waving as I rolled up under my carport. "Have
nice time?"

"It was okay, just work." I smiled killing the engine.

I went into my house and turned on the A/C, shit it was hot as hell in my
tiny trailer. I made a cocktail and slipped into my board shorts. I pressed
Hugh's size 4T tee shirt to my face and took in his scent before I gently
put it in my nightstand with the other boy's clothes.  When I walked out of
my bedroom door I was met with smiles and waves from Hunter, Billy and
Sammy. I found some shade and sat by the pool. I would be in the water as
soon as my drink was in my gut. The breeze was hot and I found little
comfort in the shade so I downed my cocktail choking a little on the
bourbon. I eased into the cool water and was quickly splashed by the little
boys. I splashed back and soon it was a three against one splash
fight. Billy jumped on my back trying to take me down. Soon he was joined
by Hunter and Sammy. I was so glad to be back in the desert with boys. As
we wrestled and splashed I felt up Sammy as much as possible. I don't think
he even noticed when I tickled his dink and butt.

"Boys, come here." May barked.

Hunter and Billy swam over the where their mother was by the side of the
pool. Sammy kept crawling on me. I gently played with his dick under the
water, again no reaction from the small little nudie. But his little wienie
was responding to my stimulation.

"That's just great, I hate staying over there!" Billy huffed crawling out
of the pool, "She's mean and smells funny."

"She is doing me a big favor young man, why do you have to be so
difficult."

"Do we have to spend the night, Mommy?" Hunter peeped, "Are you bringing a
new Uncle home for a sleepover?"

"I am not sleeping at her house, Mom!" Billy snarled as he dried himself
off.

"You are asking for it Billy!" May huffed, "If I say you are staying there
you are staying there!"

As I held Sammy and squatted to get us deeper in the cool water to hide my
fondling I wondered, was this a good time to intervene? Billy and May
continued to argue and I continued to roll Sammy's hard spike in my
fingers. He kept his attention focused on the commotion until Juan and
Jesus walked into the pool yard.

"Juan!" Sammy cheered, pulling away from me.

Juan dashed into the water and scooped Sammy up hugging the naked little
boy and spinning him in a circle. The teenager gave me a weird look, half
grinning. When he flung Sammy out over the water I could clearly see that
the youngster was still hard. I could feel myself blushing; Juan obviously
new Sammy was hard while I was holding him. Busted, I went over to where
May and the boys were.

"I could watch them if you want." I stated.

"Thanks Scott, but no thanks. They are staying with Mrs. Jenkins." May
huffed pulling Billy by the arm.

I was disappointed she would not let them stay with me. Was she suspicious
of me? No, she was just being May. I swam and played with Sammy and Juan
for a little bit all the while getting weird smirks from the
sixteen-year-old. The sun had been beating down on me long enough so I did
a few laps and got out of the water. I sipped the melted ice from my drink,
grabbed my towel and headed towards my house.

"Hey Scott, wait up." Jesus chirped his voice cracking.

"Hey Buddy, what up?" I smiled back.

"Can I play with your new video game?" Jesus smiled, leaving his shade to
join me.

I just smiled and pulled the youngster next to me. We walked with my arm
around his soft warm shoulder. I really liked Jesus and if it was not for
Tommy I would probably pursuing him as my lover. But I needed friends too,
he was a good friend. When we got into the house I took a piss with the
bathroom door open. Jesus was going on about a drifting game he had
played. His eyes widened when I pulled my wet shorts off and through them
over the curtain rod. I just smiled and grabbed my cut off sweat pants from
the bathroom floor and slipped them on. Jesus giggled and blushed, I loved
showing off my dick to boys.

"Show me how to make your drink." Jesus peeped, grinning big.

I stepped behind him at my kitchen counter and I helped him make me a gin
and tonic. I pressed into his warm back and felt my habitually stirring in
my dick. Then I poured some coke over ice and put a cheery in it for
him. The whole time he kept fusing with his dick through his swim shorts
and seemed kind of distressed by it.

"I'll play you." I smiled, stroking Jesus' soft dark brown hair.

"You're on!" Jesus cheered.

Neither one of us was any good at the game we were playing and that only
made it more fun, he was really silly. I really needed to just have some
fun and Jesus was just the ticket. But he kept fiddling with himself
reaching inside of his shorts to adjust and scratch his dick several
times. I had had enough, the kid was obviously uncomfortable. The next time
he reached into his shorts I grabbed his arm.

"Okay Buddy, what's going on?"

Nothing!" Jesus barked pulling his arm away from me, "Let's just play."

I sat my controller down and started to rub Jesus' back. He was annoyed at
first but started to relax. The game ended and he dropped his
controller. His skin was so soft, smooth and tender. I wondered what his
back tasted like but resisted the urge to lick and kiss him. He huffed and
once again messed with his dick through his shorts. Then he turned to me
his eyes filled with tears.

"I've been really bad and." Jesus sniffled, looking away.

"And what, Jesus? I whispered, squeezing and rubbing his neck. "We are
friends, you can tell me anything."

He looked back at me and this confident outgoing twelve-year-old looked
venerable and scared. I pulled him to me and hugged him for all I was
worth. His arms wrapped around me and I was squeezed tight! He drew his
dripping snott back up his nose and sighed.

"I have been doing bad things and I think I broke my wiener." Jesus
whimpered into my ear.

I pulled him back and looked into his eyes, I was confused but continued to
comfort him. He took some deep sighs and started to look a little relieved
he had told me.

"Do you want me to look at it?" I whispered.

Jesus shook his head and picked up the game controller. He started to play
alone but then he paused the game, his hand back in his shorts.

"I don't want to do it here." Jesus whimpered.

"You can show me in the bathroom if you want, it's okay Sweetie."

"Can we lock the doors and go into your bedroom? It's more private."

I nodded and checked the front door while Jesus checked the kitchen
door. He padded to my bedroom, locked the slider and closed the curtains. I
turned the light on but when I saw the fear in his face I dimmed it way
down. He relaxed and sat on the edge of my bed. I reached out and pulled
his shorts down just enough to expose his limp little dick. He sighed again
and rested back on his elbows.

"What the fuck?" I sighed rolling his dick in my fingers.

Jesus flopped back, closed his eyes and tears rolled out of the corners. He
had scabs and burses on the underside of his pecker some bleeding
slightly. What had he been doing? He flinched when I touched his wounds.

"How did this happen?" I asked.

"Don't know." Jesus mumbled.

"I will put some ointment on your ouchies but you have to tell me what you
did." I sighed forgetting how old he was.

With his eyes closed he positioned his dick up against his hairless pubic
mound holding his hand out straight and made a frantic rubbing motion.

"Shit little Dude, you can't do it like that, you are rubbing your wiener
raw." I gasped.

"I can't help it." Jesus cried rolling over onto his stomach as he crawled
all the way up onto my bed. "I can't stop rubbing my wiener no matter how
much it hurts. I am so bad and will go to hell! I will never see my Grams
again, she is in Heaven!"

I rubbed his back softly not bothering to pull his shorts back up. I could
not help but love and caress his little bottom. My compassion was turning
into lust. Once again I was faced with a choice, comfort or sex.

"It feels really good when you rub it doesn't it?" I whispered as I stroked
his supple back.

Jesus shrugged his shoulders and relaxed as my hands drifted over his back,
arms and butt. I kept pushing his shorts a little further down as I stroked
the boy. He jumped a little when I pulled his shorts off completely.

"What are you doing?" Jesus panicked.

"I am going to teach you how to do it without hurting yourself." I
whispered massaging his shins and feet. "Roll over, Buddy."

I pulled at Jesus' side; he shook his head and fought me. What was wrong
with this kid? I had just been examining his penis a few minutes earlier
and now he won't let me see it.

"I can't turn over, not till it goes back down." Jesus stuttered.

"You're hard?" I giggled, "Come on you need a stiffie for me to show you
anyways."

Reluctantly the boy let me roll him over exposing his hard tool. For twelve
he was impressive, still hairless with a nice sized pair of low hanging
balls.

"Well young man you are not a little boy anymore. You are a good sized
young man. Now scoot up and lean against the headboard."

Feeling pleased with himself Jesus scooted up and rested into the headboard
smiling nervously at me.

"You can never dry rub your penis like you were. After it heals I will show
you what to use if you want to rub yourself that way."

"But I am not supposed to rub it at all!" Jesus gasped.

"Look Kiddo, all boys and I guess all men rub themselves, it is just the
way it is." I reassured the frightened boy.

"Really?"

"Yes really, I rub mine all the time, it feels amazing. I am going to show
you how to masturbate without hurting yourself, Ready?"

Unsure of what was happening Jesus nodded and concentrated on his injured
pole. I gently took his shaft between my index finger and thumb and started
to stroke being careful not to touch his scabs. The kid must have been
rubbing it like crazy it was red, raw and covered with several crusty
scabs.

"You see, just hold it up and pull on it like this." I smiled. "Move the
skin with it."

"I like that, can I try it?"

"You bet, go for it!"

I let go of the boy's dick and watched his small fingers take his aching
tool between them. He slowly pulled on his member looking up at me for
approval. It was easy to smile and nod, he was absolutely adorable. He bit
his lower lip and picked up the pace. Then he suddenly stopped.

"This seems kind of weird doing it in front of you." Jesus whispered,
blushing, "I have only touched my wiener when I was alone."

"Okay, you want me to leave you alone so you can finish."

I started to get up and as much as I wanted to stay I figured he needed
some privacy. But I did not get far, he grabbed my wrist. When I looked at
him to see what was the matter his eyes were fixed on my shorts. I was hard
and tenting badly with a huge wet spot forming. Jesus mumbled something so
softly I could not make out what he said.

"I am sorry, I get boners too." I giggled nervously.

"Can you show me, you know, with yours." Jesus whispered.

"You know you are right, we should do it together. I need to rub one out
today sooner or later," I chuckled, "and sooner would be better than
later."

Jesus just sat there and watched me drop my shorts. His eyes got wide when
he saw my hard drooling dick. I crawled up next to him and started stroking
my pole.

"Go ahead, do yours but be careful not to rub your hurt spots." I smiled.

I had to take the boy's hand and put it on his dick before he started to
jack off with me. God, he was so sweet stroking his maturing hairless pole
next to me. It did not take long before he was fully enjoying himself and I
was enjoying sharing the moment with him. It reminded me when I was his age
and I would jack off with a friend. There is something magic about being at
the age when you start to develop; excited, unsure, kind of scared and so
fucking horny! And doing it with a friend, shit!

"That feels awesome, doesn't it?" I panted.

"Yes, but it still hurts a little." Jesus whispered.

"Let's trade."

"What do you mean?" Jesus stuttered as he stroked.

Without further explanation I took the nearly teenage rock hard dick from
him and went to town. I found the sensitive little spot just under his dick
head causing Jesus to gasp. He had not reciprocated so I guided his soft
fingers around my dick. He smiled up at me and started to jack me off. The
scene in front of me was amazing as I watched our hands do the work. I
looked over at Jesus and he had his eyes softly closed and his lips
slightly parted. He was close and so was I. Suddenly he started to moan and
flinch. I felt his pole swell and then it started to pump.

"GOD!" Jesus gasped.

I watched several clear blasts of immature cum shoot out of his dick
pooling in his tummy. He was just holding my dick so I took his hand in
mine and started to violently jack off. It did not take long.

"Oh shit, here I go!" I hissed, my dick spewing cum.

"Whoa, look at all that stuff!" Jesus gasped.

We panted trying to recover. Jesus was not sure what to do; his hand was
covered in my thick cum. I helped out and wiped it off onto my thigh.  I
grabbed my shorts but before I wiped him off I scooped up his meager
offering and tasted Jesus' delicious goo.

"Yuck, that's gross!" Jesus gasped as I took another taste.

"Try it, not mine yours." I beamed, "It's really good."

"I'm good." Jesus giggled as he got off the bed and slipped into his
shorts.

"You are more than good, you are awesome and your cum is delicious, the
best I ever had." I beamed, wiping my cum off of my thigh.

I put on a fresh pair of boxers and Jesus went back to the game consol. I
made us some new drinks and retrieved some ointment from the medicine
cabinet. I sat next to him sipping my drink until he got game over.

"Stand up for a minute." I sighed. "Lower your shorts, Kiddo."

I gently rubbed his sore little noodle with the ointment and he blushed
when he started to get hard again. I was tempted to do more with him, was
he ready for more?

"I think that is good." Jesus chirped pulling his shorts back up. "Wanna
play? Vroom, vroom, race ya!"

Well I was hoping he wanted to play back in my bedroom not the video game
but it was fun. We roughhoused and wrestled while we raced cars and avoided
zombies. For some reason I felt thirteen again horsing around after jacking
off with a friend. Jesus was so awesome! He never asked any questions about
what we had done but then again I did not expect him too. Around 7:00 he
said he had to go home for dinner. My heart sank; I was not ready for him
to go.

"Can I come and play here again, your games are awesome?" Jesus beamed.

"Sure you can, no problema," I smiled.

"Cool."

"I had a lot of fun today, Kiddo." I smiled genuinely.

"I did too; can I grab a Coke for the road?"

Jesus raided my refrigerator grabbing a Coke and a left over piece of
chicken. Before he could leave I pulled him to me and gave him a big
hug. He just stood there like a log and seemed confused by my affection but
smiled after I let him go. He blushed and walked out of my front door with
his mouth stuffed with chicken. Suddenly I felt so alone, why couldn't I be
his age again? Why couldn't we have a sleep over? I ate the rest of the
leftover chicken and made a drink in the glass that Jesus had used
earlier. I could see where his lips had touched the glass and I drank from
the same spot as my thoughts drifted. I wondered if Tommy was having a good
time, I was feeling empty without him. It got late and my eyes were getting
heavy as I tried to pay attention to the TV in the otherwise dark room. I
started to drift off but my cell phone rang out shocking me back awake. The
caller ID indicated it was May. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep on
the couch and it was only little after 11:00.

"Hello, are you okay May?"

Just what I needed, a drunk woman on the phone. She was going on about how
much fun she was having as if I cared. I tried to interrupt several times
to find out what she wanted. Eventually she got around to it. Billy was
being a pain and neither of her boys would go to sleep. Mrs. Jenkins wanted
May to come and pick them up; they were just to wild for the old woman to
deal with. Through her tears she asked if I could keep them so she could
stay with whoever he was. And besides she was in no condition to drive.

"It is okay May, settle down." I interrupted, "No really, just call and let
her know I am coming to pick up the boys."

After five more minutes of her rant I finally got her off of the phone. I
felt uneasy for some reason, guilty. I knew if those two boys stayed with
me I would want to do stuff with them. I wondered what Tommy would think if
he knew how many boys I had done stuff with.  If I loved Tommy so much why
I did I want to touch as many boys as I could gain access to.

"Why the fuck did I jack off with Jesus," I huffed as I pulled on my shots,
"and why did I stroke Sammy's little dick?"

I took a deep breath, pulled on some shorts and headed out to
Mrs. Jenkins's. The hot thick air hit me like a brick, fucking desert. The
trailer park was mostly quiet and the sky was clear, there were tons of
stars. I turned the corner and waved to Serge's cousin who was sitting on
his porch sipping a beer. He toasted the beer can into the air and smiled
at me, I pondered being friends with him since he was about my age and cute
as fuck. I wondered why neither of us had attempted to meet the
other. Further down the street I came upon a trailer with every light
on. Squeals and laughter poured into the otherwise silent evening. I had
arrived at Mrs. Jenkins's.

"Hello?" I called through the tattered screen door.

"Scott!" Hunter beamed bursting out of the house, leaping into my arms.

"Hey Buddy." I sang as I spun us in circles.

A gray haired disheveled woman smiled weakly at me as she walked up to
us. I plopped Hunter down and he dashed back into the house.

"Get your stuff and let Billy know he is here." Mrs. Jenkins sighed after
Hunter.

"He seems to be really wild tonight." I joked.

"I guess I got in over my head, Scott." Mrs. Jenkins smiled.

"Let's go!" Billy sang, pushing past us followed by Hunter, backpacks
swinging.

Mrs. Jenkins just smiled weakly, shrugged her shoulders and disappeared
back into her house. I walked down the dirt street towards my house. Billy
and hunter dashed back and forth in front of me pretending to be fighting
jets. They ignored my calls for them to be quiet. Billy was the first to
jump up on my porch but Hunter was right behind him. They started pushing
each other and their playing turned into fighting.

"Get back I was here first!" Billy barked.

"No I want to go first, Scott like me more!" Hunter pushed.

"I said no, I'm first!" Billy pushed back before he slapped the back of
Hunter's head.

"Ouch, that hurt!" Hunter cried out, exaggerating his injury.

"I know, you can both go in at the same time," I sighed stepping up onto my
porch, "and by the way the door is open."

I have to admit it was a set up. I knew they would push trying to force the
other behind as they fought to get into my house first. For the first time
I felt unequipped to deal with little boys. But I liked their physical
contact and was wondering how I would ever get them to sleep. Billy won of
course being a head taller than Hunter and much stronger. He flung his
backpack, immediately grabbed the game controller and turned on the
TV. Hunter tried to take it away from him being pushed away forcefully by
Billy. I immediately turned off the TV and took the game controller from
him. I got a dirty look but then he smiled slyly and dashed to the
refrigerator Hunter right behind him. They fought over the last Coke but I
settled the argument and pored them both some milk.

"Look at my milk mustache." Billy beamed.

"Me too, lookie!" Hunter chimed in.

"Very nice guys." I chuckled.

The boys sat there their legs swinging under the table. God, they were
cute. I had made up my mind not to play sex games with them but as I
watched them push each other, chat and drink their milk my dick started to
swell. The way they moved, the milk on their upper lips, the way their
tongues would swipe it away, shit! I knew Hunter would do anything I wanted
with him but I was not so sure about Billy. He was cocky and strong
willed. I sat down with a gin and tonic and stroked Billy's warm back; he
did not acknowledge my affection.

"So, why can't we play video games?" Billy asked not looking at me.

"I like playing." Hunter added.

"You guys need to settle down, it is after midnight. I am going to fix my
bed for you and we will find something for you to watch that you can fall
asleep to."

"I am not ready to go to sleep." Billy sneered frowning at me.

"You don't have to; you can watch TV all night for all I care." I chuckled
but you have to settle down.

"Me too?" Hunter peeped.

"Yes, you too Kiddo." I sighed.

The boys finished their milk, dashing to the bathroom and fought to see who
would piss first eventually pissing at the same time having a sword fight
with their yellow streams. Why were they so wound up and so wild? How much
sugary shit had they been eating? I grabbed a blanket and pillow from the
closet and tossed it in the general direction of the couch. Then I turned
down my bed and fluffed two pillows for the boys. I smiled at them as Billy
held the remote over his head and Hunter jumped for it. God, I wanted to
strip them both and have my way with them, take them to my bed and make
love to them. But I needed to keep my distance. I knew if I went to bed
with them none of us would get any sleep. But I had to be strong for
Tommy. But I did not love Hunter like Tommy and I was not even sure if I
liked Billy, would I really be cheating on Tommy if I did stuff with these
two boys? I took the remote from Billy and found some cartoons. The boys
sat on the end of the bed and seemed to be interested in the colorful
images as they danced across the screen. I went to the kitchen to make yet
another drink, I needed it. I looked over at the blanket and pillow on the
floor by the couch.

"I guess I should make my bed." I sighed, sipping my drink as I made my way
to the couch.

I quickly made a makeshift bed on the couch, sat down and turned on the
TV. Then the noise level picked up, arguing and laughter was coming from my
bedroom. I sighed, shook my head, sat down my drink and headed towards the
commotion. Hunter was jumping on my bed with a huge smile on his
face. Billy was giving him dirty looks flipping through the channels again
as he tried to look around his bouncing little brother.

"Hunter you can't jump on my bed with your shoes on." I huffed, pretending
to be angry.

"Okay!" Hunter peeped.

Hunter flung his feet and his untied shoes flew off of his feet, one
hitting the ceiling before landing on the bed, the other one landing on my
dresser.

"Sit down!" I growled grabbing Hunter's ankles forcing his butt to my bed.

I took the remote from Billy under his protest and searched the channels. I
stumbled across The Swiss Family Robinson on the Disney channel. It was an
ancient movie but still a good one. Hunter settled down and sat Indian
style on the foot of my bed. Billy rested into his pillow propped up
against my head board.

"Okay guys, get your pajamas on and settled into watch the movie." I
sighed, patting Billy's shin.

"Knot." Billy smiled lifting his foot into the air.

I could not help but smile back. I sat on the bed behind Hunter and rested
Billy's feet into my lap. His dirty black High-tops were well worn, had
random holes and the soles nearly smooth from the miles they had been
walked in. Billy paid me little attention as I worked on getting his foot
free. I got that tingly feeling in my crotch as I held his ankle with one
hand and worked the dirty shoe laces free with the other. Eventually I won
and I spread his shoe so I could get his foot out. When I pulled the dirty
sneaker from his foot I was hit with the strong smell of his sweaty
foot. He was not wearing socks. His foot reeked and I should have been
gagging but I sucked the smell into my lungs willingly. I felt my dick
swell. I massaged the dirt from his small clammy feet paying special
attention to what was hiding between his toes. I rubbed his shin and
stroked his foot. I let out a sigh and took his other foot into my
hands. Once again I was faced with a knot. You could tell that his
shoelaces were either in a knot or not tied at all dragging freely on the
ground the dirt was maximized on the last quarter of his shoe laces. He had
random scrapes and scratched on his knees and shins, yes Billy was all
boy. The same pungent odor hit me in the face as I freed his other foot, I
loved it. I generously massaged both of his feet while we watched the
movie. Neither boy paid any attention to me. As I massaged his right foot
with one hand my other hand started to drift over his left leg. He was
wearing these sports shorts with an elastic waist band and no pockets. My
fingers slipped easily under the legs of the shorts. When my fingers
slipped over the piping of the leg of his briefs my dick filled out the
rest of the way pressing hard into my shorts. There was no turning back,
what had I started? I was surprised to find a nice sized hard little spike
hiding under his briefs, big for an eight-year-old. But then again my only
other reference was Tommy. Billy glanced over at me and smiled.

"It's okay, go ahead." Billy whispered.

Billy turned his attention back to the movie and I tugged on the waist band
of his shorts. My heart was pounding as I slipped his shorts past his small
feet. I quickly but softly rubbed Billy's hard little pole concealed in his
briefs. He looked puzzled at me and slipped his thumbs into the side of his
briefs, lifted his rump and pushed them down. With his underwear pushed to
his knees he relaxed into the pillow again. With trembling hands I pulled
his briefs off leaving the boy completely naked. With my thumb and
forefinger I gently stroked Billy's little stiffie as he concentrated on
the TV. It was so soft and hard at the same time. He was several inches
shorter than Tommy tall but his dick was at least a half inch longer and
fatter for sure. I knew Billy was three months older but I did not expect
so much difference in eight-year-olds. His knob was more defined and
pointed a little down. His circumcision scar was dark and the skin was
loose, I could roll what was left up over his knob a little. His balls were
a little plumper than Tommy's but still held close to his body in a tight,
wrinkled, light brown sack. Tommy's bag was much pinker and hung down just
a bit also tight to his body. Hunter let his legs fall off the end of the
bed and flopped onto his back, his head landing in my lap. He did not seem
to notice Billy running his stinky toes through his hair. They were so cute
as they drifted asleep.

"Come on kiddo, get into bed." I sighed to Hunter, stroking his cheek.

"You better get him up in a few hours or he will wet the bed." Billy
sighed, stretching before resuming his soft snoring.

Getting no response I pulled away from Billy and moved in front of his
little brother. I squatted down in front of the much smaller boy and pulled
his socks off, then his shorts, then his underwear. God the brothers looked
adorable sound asleep and naked. I pulled Billy down onto his pillow and
pulled Hunter up onto his. Then I kissed each of their dinks good night
prior to covering them with the sheet. Before I left my bedroom I kissed
them both softly on the lips. Billy scratched his nose after I kissed him
and rolled to his side smacking his lips. Hunter stretched in his sleep,
sighed and slipped further into his slumber. I killed the TV and made my
way to the living room. The couch looked lonely but I made the best of
it. I settled into my spot and closed my eyes. I was asleep in seconds.

"What time is it?" I yawned to myself, stretching and sitting up.

I shook myself awake and stared at the infomercial selling some kind of
diet pill. I ended it by turning off the TV. I grabbed my phone from the
coffee table.

"Shit it is only 3:30am I need to sleep." I sighed, resting back down.

I tossed and turned a little wishing I had put the boys on the couch
maintaining my bed for myself. I slipped my boxers off and softly played
with the tip of my dick while I thought about the cuties soundly sleeping
in my bed. With my dick hard I slowly stroked.

"Awe, Hunter and Billy are so cute and so naked." I sighed, picking up the
pace on my dick. "Hunter is naked, shit!"

I jumped from the couch remembering what Billy had told me but was I too
late? I quickly but quietly moved to the side of my bed where Hunter was
sleeping. I slipped my hand under the sheet and felt all around his crotch
on the bed.

"Still dry." I sighed.

Looking for more signs of piss I rubbed his tummy and down to his dick. He
was hard as a rock ready to piss!

"Hunter, wake up," I whispered shaking the boy, "come on Buddy, let's go
potty."

Hunter just moaned and shifted a little. I pulled him up by his arm and
turned him with his legs hanging limply over the edge of the bed. Not
wanting to be so close to a dry night and blow it I needed to get him to go
pee. I scooped him up into my arms and carried him to the bathroom. I
steadied him in front of the pot and he yawned releasing his bladder. I
quickly grabbed his hard little spike and pointed it at the toilet before
he flooded the bathroom floor.

"That's it Hunt, let it all out." I smiled, kissing the side of his soft
head.

My dick swelled as I felt the fluid flow from his tiny hard pole. I gently
stroked him while he pissed and my dick filled out. Once done I shook his
member and the last drops flung from his helmet. I picked him up and hugged
the naked little boy. With one arm around his back and the other holding
his rump I walked him back to bed. I loved the way he was resting his head
on my chest.

"I love you, Hunt." I sighed.

I rested the small boy down in my bed and covered him with the sheet. I
really loved Hunter but it was more like the way I imagined a dad would
feel. It was different than how I felt about Tommy. But then I felt
differently about all the boys I had become close to in the last few
weeks. Was this an added pleasure I was not expecting or just the way it
was?

"I can't sleep on the couch," I sighed to myself, "I have to jack off now."

I grabbed Hunter's sock from the floor and then I crawled over him pulling
him on top of me. With his head on my shoulder and his legs straddling me I
slipped the sock over my dick and started to stroke. I closed my eyes and
settled into a steady stroke. It was so fucking amazing jacking off with a
little boy's chest resting on mine, his little dick pressed into me. My
free hand found hunters supple little bottom and I squeezed and rubbed his
globes. I was in heaven. I froze when he closed his legs on my dick.

"Okay." Hunter whispered.

I pulled the sock off my dick; I had to feel his skin on my dick. I pulled
the sheet off of us and started to jack my dick head as Hunter squeezed my
shaft between his silky thighs. He rubbed my shoulder and ran his finger
into my arm pit. I spread his cheeks with my free fingers and rubbed his
pucker. My dick had been drooling like crazy and Hunter's crack was filled
with my pre-cum. I could feel him gently humping his hard little tool into
my stomach. I made several passes over his tight little raisin before
slipping the tip of my slippery finger inside his most secret opening. He
gasped and pushed back, my finger sank deeply into hunter's tight
cavern. The heat surrounding my finger deep within the boy sent me over the
edge! I unloaded my cum over his back and butt cheeks.

"That was a good one." Hunter giggled.

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of his hot little pucker and grabbed his
sock again. I wiped him off the best I could with his small dirty sock and
rolled him off of me. I instantly felt guilty for some reason. I had told
myself that I was not going to mess with these boys but I did anyway. It
seems I can't help myself. Drenched in sweat I sank into my sheets with the
two boys snuggled up to me on each side. As the boys snored softly my heart
pounded as it melted. Billy was so warm, small and sweet as he slept, drool
forming on my chest. Hunter was, well he was Hunter, soft, warm and oh so
ever loving. I felt myself drifting to sleep, a sleep as perfect as any
sleep could be. I realized that I loved these boys too, so very much. I
kissed their sweet little heads softly; they would never know I did. Could
Tommy become a part of this love, or a better question could Hunter and
Billy become part of what me and Tommy had. I slept.

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Please feedback! I have loved the Guys who have shared with me either a
simple thanks or a detailed experience or fantasy.  It is always fun to
hear what age boy you find most attractive, for me I like all ages. I still
remember how I felt when I was a kid, it was the most content and confusing
time for me as I was exchanging love with a grown man. Please write.