The Jameson Brothers by Kelvin Guard Craig slowly opened the door to the study and peeked in to make sure no one was inside. Seeing that the room was empty, he entered and crossed to the bookshelf. He was looking for a very special book, one that he and his older brother Peter had stumbled across earlier that afternoon. Nervousness made his hands shake as he anxiously thumbed through the books looking for the thin volume he wanted, then his fingers touched it. With a quick glance around he pulled the book from the shelf and nervously slipped it down the front of his shirt without looking at it. He held it there against his chest and went back to the door. The hallway beyond was empty and he very quietly sneaked up the corridor to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door and sat down on the toilet. Excited by his sneaking and anticipating the contents of the book, he was panting softly as he pulled it from his shirt. The cover was red and grey with no more decoration than its title: The Life Cycle Library, Volume 2: Child Development. With a slight grin, he opened the book and scanned the table of contents until he found what he was looking for: Puberty in Boys. Gasping nervously he turned to the page and began reading. He felt his young penis stiffen as he read about the primary sexual development of boys, about increased sexual desire, about the growth of hair on their penises. The book said that these changes normally occurred in thirteen year old boys. He had never seen pubic hair on his own six inch penis, but grew so curious that he set the book aside and unzipped his pants. He stood up and pulled his pants and underwear down, his young penis throbbing out between his legs with mad desire that begged him to... something, he didn't know what. He sat back down and stared at his erect penis, at his large pink scrotum, anxiously looking for any sign of hair. He gently pushed his hard cock to the side and looked all around it. He couldn't see a single hair between his smooth thighs Still, he did feel odd pleasures when he touched his erection. Confused, he picked the book up again reading about underarm hair and wondering if he might have underarm hair even if his penis was hairless. Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away from is slender body. He lifted his arm above his head and gazed at his armpit, but all he could see was the smooth, hairless skin like the rest of his body. If boys were supposed to grow hair when they turned thirteen, why wasn't he? He wondered if Peter had hair on his penis. Peter was a year older. Surely he must be in puberty. He looked down at his own penis again, wondered why it throbbed so madly and felt so hard. He read farther about how a boy's voice cracks when it starts to change and realized that must be why Peter's voice had grown so funny sounding lately. He jumped when somebody tried to open the locked door. "Who's in there?" It was his father. "Craig," the boy managed to stammer back. "Well, hurry up." Craig didn't waste any time. He pulled his pants back up and felt his penis grow harder as the tight fabric rubbed against it. It didn't fit easily into his pants, so hard was it, and he had to bend it painfully to be able to zip up. Then he grabbed his shirt. Mr. Jameson stood impatiently outside the door wondering what could be keeping his young teenaged son. He knocked again. "Craig, what..." The door opened and Craig appeared gazing up at him like he thought he was going to get hit, his smooth, boyish face flushed a bright red. "Finally," Mr. Jameson sighed and entered the bathroom around the boy. Craig swallowed his momentary panic and walked quickly back down the hall to his bedroom. He opened it and was relieved to see that Peter hadn't come home from baseball practice yet. He closed the door and flew onto his bed pulling the book from his shirt again. The book opened to the page he'd been on and he continued reading, completely engrossed until he reached the part that talked about how babies were made. His penis, already throbbing, grew harder as he read how a man gets an erection and his penis becomes hard. He'd already read about how frequently boys his age get erections, now he was finding out why, finding out how a man sticks his penis into a woman's body and rubs it inside of her, finding out about strange pleasures called orgasms, finding out about ejaculations. His throbbing penis hurt so bad that he had to straighten it in his pants as he continued reading. He knew that was what his penis wanted, needed, to be stuck in a woman and rubbed until he squirt his sperm inside her, and he fantasized about his friend Shari's body and what she would feel like. Barely able to focus on the words, the horny young boy suddenly realized that the book was no longer talking about a man and woman but about boys just like him. It said that many boys frequently did something called masturbation. Masturbating was when a boy rubbed on his own penis until he had an orgasm all by himself. Craig thought about Peter again, remembered waking up several times and seeing Peter's sheets moving just like his hand was rubbing is penis, and seeing, too, as the older boy suddenly jerked in his bed and cried softly. Some mornings, Peter's underwear was wet and Craig had thought that he'd wet the bed or something. The book slowly slipped from the boy's hands as his blue eyes slowly slipped down his shirt and gazed at the incredibly hard bulge in his jeans. He wondered if he could do that with his own penis, if he was old enough to feel that strange thing called an orgasm. How long had Peter been playing with himself? Peter was only a year older than him and it seemed like he'd been doing it for years. A little frightened, the thirteen year old's hand slowly slipped down his body and his fingertips gently felt along the slender, six inch mound of his penis. It felt exciting to him, as if his penis was asking him to do it. He began to gasp as he cupped the bulge in his hand and pressed down on it. A ticklish wave of delight swept across his belly and he giggled through his gasping. His penis had never felt like it did that very moment, an intense, immediate hardness, a strange, almost lonely desire. Sometimes when his penis had an erection and he climb a pole on the swing set at school it felt like it did then, but not near so nice. Delighted by his discovery, he pressed harder on his penis and was shocked when his hips suddenly pressed his penis back up at his hand. He continued holding it as he stared. The bulge felt hard and very warm and he found himself wanting to rub it more and more. Too young to fight his pubescent hormones, the boy gradually gave in and slowly rubbed down toward his testicles then back up. Still greater pleasure filled his belly and an even greater hardness crept into his penis. He could hear himself gasping but couldn't help giggling. Never had he felt anything so wonderful in all his life. To think that the hairless penis he tinkled out of could feel so good. He wondered if he'd had an orgasm. Still holding his hard mound, the boy found himself wanting to see what his erection looked like. Though he'd just been looking at it only moments before, all he had been looking for was peach fuzz. Now, he started feeling curious about his penis itself. He even wondered if maybe he had hair on it that he just hadn't seen before. He'd be able to see better in his room where he didn't need to worry about his Dad walking in. Still staring at his bulge, his fingers slowly took hold of the snap to his jeans and they snapped open causing his thin, boyish body to flinch nervously. The knob of his penis immediately poked through the opening, covered tightly by his white cotton underpants, just shaded by the purple young skin beneath. The bottom tails of his shirt were separated enough to show the smooth, soft, hairless skin surrounding his young belly button. The boy slowly slipped his index finger down the front of his underwear along the upper length of his penis and giggled at the strange thrill it sent through his body. His hard penis was drawing him more and more into its power, insisting more and more that he satisfy it. This feeling frightened Craig a little but he was young enough that his penis seemed to be like a new toy, too young to be afraid of it or to think he shouldn't give in to its desires. Nervously, he unzipped his pants, saw the length of his penis swell out from the zipper through his underwear. It looked funny to the innocent boy and he smiled down at it. Filled with pubescent excitement and curiosity, the blushing boy slowly pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and his thirteen year old penis stuck out stiff and throbbing along his hairless young belly. He lay grinning down at it thinking how much bigger it looked now than it had a few weeks earlier. His penis head was a young purple in color, swollen until it shined in the window light and the little slit was pressed open. The long, slender shaft was a cute pale color, almost white, broken only by a single light blue vein that pulsed along half its length. It joined to his body in incredibly smooth, soft, hairless skin that blended in with the skin on his belly and below on his thighs. He could see his young testicles beneath, enlarged with the onset of puberty, but just as hairless as the rest of his teenaged body in their pale pink scrotum. His penis looked so cute and young to his fascinated eyes, so smooth and hairless, so excited and hard. He sat up to see it better, again looking closely for even the faintest sign of pubic hair, but all he could see was soft, pale skin. He wondered if he would ever grow any hair. He didn't wonder about that long, however; too much desire filled him and he thought it was so pretty that it was difficult for him to think about anything but its beauty. Remembering the book's words about boys masturbating added the excited fascination at playing with it, seeing if he was old enough to do it like Peter did. He lay back down, his head propped up on his pillow and grinned excitedly down at his excited organ. He was gasping loudly and his fingers gently reached down and touched his naked penis. Pleasure swept through his slender body immediately and he made a little crying noise of surprise and delight. Slowly his palm slid down and came to rest on top of it, feeling it throb in its warmth against his flesh. He pressed down on it again and felt the same strange thrusting of his hips to greet it. He might have held it like that forever, but he was a bright boy and bright boys quickly realize that their penises will fit into their hands very neatly. Slowly, the child's hand encircled his hairless penis and formed a fist around it. It felt harder and even more excited and the boy gasped still more frantically. He began to masturbate himself and was instantly rewarded by his penis with a wave of pleasure that shocked him into crying out softly. He could feel the flesh of his penis rubbing slowly across the incredible hardness beneath it and smiled delightedly at the feel. Every time his young hand made a stroke on his penis, the pleasure filling him would grow greater and he quickly realized that the faster he rubbed it the better it felt. In no time he was rubbing on it very quickly, stroking himself until it almost hurt. The more pleasure he felt, the faster he rubbed and the faster he masturbated, the more pleasure he felt. The boy was soon engulfed in the passions of his pubescent young body. He stared wide-eyed at his horny penis, fighting to keep his vision clear enough to see it through the passion that threatened to blind him. He could see the large purple head, now almost pink with excitement, reflecting the light from the window brightly, poking rhythmically from his fist, the slit gaping open even wider with hardness. Beneath it, his hairless testicles, though held tightly in his scrotum, moved rhythmically up and down with the excitement of his strokes. Time seemed to slow and the boy lost all awareness of everything but his penis and the joys of his young body. His forearm ached with the tight grasp he had on himself but he was unable to stop or even to slow down. It felt so good and his penis wanted it so badly. He wouldn't stop for anything, so great was his pleasure and desire for more. He had just enough awareness to keep his eyes locked on his penis. Nothing else in the world mattered. His pleasure suddenly took a massive leap and he heard his soprano voice crying out. His slender thighs and belly ached as his muscles tightened into slender ripples of boyish strength. Certain that his penis couldn't feel any better than it did at that moment, he suddenly cried out loudly as the pleasure doubled, the boy gasping and crying as he felt his slender hips suddenly begin to jerk up and down. He stared at his rock hard penis, feeling muscles in it contracting, watched as the tiny slit on his shiny purple penis head suddenly opened and rhythmically started to squirt out a thin, milky liquid. The boy juice sailed over his body and he felt it splatter into his face, felt himself squirting more sperm across his shirt. His orgasm racked body fell backward still jerking and the boy could neither think nor see. It seemed to last forever and he wondered if it would ever end. Then he felt his young body suddenly begin to relax. The incredible tension in his muscles eased and he felt a calm, happy warmth fill his body with relief and happiness. He lay smiling for a long moment. He could feel his boy juice trickle down his cheeks and roll back into his hair, felt his penis softening as he held it, more juice trickling down over his fingers and dripping onto his belly. Never before had the young child felt so good. He loved himself, loved his body, loved the rubbery penis between his hairless legs. He realized that the juice from his penis must be sperm and smiled that he could make a baby even if he didn't have any hair on his penis. Suddenly the door to the room opened and Peter strolled in. He didn't notice his little brother laying on the bed at first, but when Craig frantically grabbed his jeans, he noticed the boy's movement and turned to look. His mouth dropped open and he stared in astonishment as the boy zipped his pants. Though he hadn't actually seen his brother's penis, he could see the sperm on his smooth face and the wet globs all down the front of his shirt. He knew instantly that the boy had been playing with himself and felt his heart pounding madly, his breathing catch in his chest. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, his soprano voice cracking with pubescent youth. "Nothing," Craig said, swallowing and blushing as he realized that his sperm was all over his shirt. "That's sick!" Peter said. "God, only weirdos play with themselves." "I didn't..." Craig countered. "Anyway, you do it." "Do not." "Do to. At night when you think I'm asleep." This shut the older boy up. He felt so nervous and surprised, so embarrassed for and of his brother, that he wanted to get away from him, to have time to accept that his cute younger brother had learned about his penis. He knew, however, that if he opened the door his parents might see the sperm on the boy's body and face and that would give them both away. "Change your shirt," he nervously instructed the younger boy. Craig swallowed, his face red with embarrassment. Too embarrassed and uncertain to argue with Peter as he always did, he quickly stood up and did as he was told, awkward fingers unbuttoning the shirt, feeling the warm wetness of his sperm as they moved down his slender chest. Peter tried not to look at the boy but found his eyes drifting over as Craig's slender, hairless chest appeared. He had always thought his little brother was cute, but somehow knowing that the boy masturbated made him feel a strange new love for him, as if they shared a secret now. And Craig's sperm... Peter couldn't believe that Craig had sperm. He seemed like such a little boy. He wondered if he had peach fuzz on his penis, too. He hadn't had a chance to see when he entered. Now he wondered about it, found himself longing to see it. He realized suddenly that his own penis was throbbing in his pants and he watched as Craig pressed his small chest through the shirt, sliding it down his long, slender arms. "Are you going to tell Mom?" the boy asked. "No," Peter replied watching Craig's naked back as the boy looked through the closet. Craig's skin looked so soft and smooth. His slender shoulder blades entranced Peter, made him wonder what it would feel like to touch him, to feel his thin shoulders. The boy pulled a shirt from a hanger and turned to put it on. Peter swallowed uncomfortably, his eyes unable to leave the boy's small chest and tiny brown nipples. His penis was throbbing and he felt extremely confused, silently realizing that he wanted to make love to Craig like he did all the boys at school, that he wanted to share his penis with his own little brother. Craig slipped the shirt over his shoulders and began to button it only to realize that a dark wetness had appeared on his jeans between his legs. He looked up to find Peter's blue eyes nervously watching his bare chest. He smiled shyly at the older boy. "I need to change my pants, too," he said bashfully. "You better take a shower," Peter said distantly. "They can smell it, too." Craig looked momentarily panic stricken. "It's okay," Peter said, an idea suddenly forming in his mind. "Mom and Dad are going grocery shopping. We can wash your clothes before they get back." The two boys had their own shower and bathroom attached to the room. Peter still looked at his thirteen year old brother and began to look forward to having him take a shower, of having him be naked. Craig didn't even seem to think anything odd about it. He smiled, making his already adorable face even prettier. Without noticing how infatuated his older brother was as he watched him, the boy pulled the shirt back over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as he sat on the bed. Peter watched him out the corner of his eye, watching his thin shoulder blades ripple softly as he untied his shoes and pulled off his socks. Even the young boy's feet looked cute to the older boy who couldn't help but watch as Craig stood back up grinning and undid his pants. Craig's underpants were still wet with boyish semen as he stepped out of his pants, his long legs looking very soft and smooth as he stood back up, the bulge of his young penis looking very large in his white shorts. "Here," Peter said reaching for the jeans. "I'll put them in the wash and you can go shower." "What about my underwear?" the boy asked. "Well, gees, Craig. Just give them to me." The young boy seemed a little embarrassed about letting his big brother see his penis since it was still hairless and boyish, but he felt oddly excited about it, too. With a bashful giggle he grabbed the elastic and quickly pulled them down his legs. He held his wet underpants out to Peter and grinned as the older boy gazed at the big, hairless penis dangling between his legs. It looked very cute and innocent to Peter and he felt a deep longing to reach out and fondle it. He could see now that his little brother's penis was still hairless, but it seemed so big and the boy had ejaculated. Peter took hold of his little brother's sperm drenched underpants and tried to hold them so his fingers didn't touch the wet parts. "Now get in the shower before Mom comes home," he cautioned the younger boy as he left carrying Craig's clothing with him. Craig looked at his naked body in the mirror above the dresser and grinned at himself. Though he wasn't aware of how beautiful his cute face was, he was intensely aware of how pretty his body and penis were. Even if he didn't have any hair on his penis, he thought it looked cute and he wondered why it didn't get hard again, wished that it would so he could play with it some more. Shrugging his slender shoulders, the naked boy walked to the bathroom watching his hairless penis swing between his legs with his stride. He hadn't finished his shower by the time Peter returned to the room. Peter longed to go into the bathroom and watch Craig's naked body in the shower, his penis still throbbing with hungry desire to go to bed with him. But he was embarrassed and knew that boys shouldn't play naked with each other. Still, they shared the bathroom, and Craig himself would go into the bathroom while Peter was showering if he had to go. You couldn't see through the glass of the shower anyway, at least not very well. He could go to the bathroom... and maybe Craig would come out just while he was doing it. If he took his shirt off... His young heart was pounding madly and he felt hot and queasy. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, half wanting to cry, half wanting to just walk in the shower with his brother. Suddenly gasping, the boy grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it off his body. He held it over his forearms for a long moment, staring at his half naked chest, every bit as soft and smooth and hairless as Craig's. His chest was even prettier than Craig's, because he had more muscle. He pulled his hands free of the shirt and put it down on the dresser. Now he could see his abdomen, slender and flat with young muscles, completely smooth and hairless. Not altogether sure of what he was doing, he entered the bathroom. The shower was running and he looked at it as he walked to the toilet. He could see the flesh colored form of his little brother through the glass, could tell that he was rinsing his hair. The boy's big penis made a clear impression and even the purple coloration of its head could be made out. Peter stopped and stared at it a moment and at the gentle curves of his brother's body, down his back and over his round buttocks to his slender legs. He didn't understand why he felt such love for Craig or why his penis throbbed so incredibly hard. Craig's form suddenly grabbed for the faucets and Peter quickly turned to the toilet. The shower door opened and warm wet steam billowed out. "Hand me a towel, Peter," Craig's soprano voice said behind him. He didn't have time to undo his pants, so he pretended he was finished and flushed the toilet. The towel hung on the rack beside the sink and he grabbed it and took it over to the naked boy standing in the shower. In the moist steam of the shower stall, Craig's soft body looked very adorable to the older boy who stared at the smooth skin and little nipples on his water speckled chest. Craig was wiping the water from his face and Peter's eyes reflexively looked down at his penis. It looked even prettier now, so clean and big for so young a boy, water dripping from the sweet purple tip. He hadn't seen Craig naked in several months and now he almost couldn't pull his eyes away from his innocent boyhood. It must have grown more than an inch since the last time and lay limp, curving as it lay over the boy's big testicles. Equally beautiful to Peter was the smooth hairless flesh that surrounded his little brother's penis. He fought the desire to touch the boy, feeling his own cock grow rock hard in his jeans, leaving a big bulge that anyone could see was a pubescent erection. He still couldn't believe that Craig had actually ejaculated. He looked up and grew bright red when he saw that Craig was grinning at him, obviously aware of what he'd been looking at. The young boy just grabbed the towel from his older brother and started to dry his hair, his slender arms raised above his head exposing his smooth, hairless underarms. Peter swallowed in embarrassment and desire and walked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He managed to avoid Craig for the rest of the day, but the two boys sat facing each other at dinner, their Mom and Dad talking about going to the cabin that weekend. Same old story: Mom wanted to go, Dad didn't. Craig sat smiling happily as he wolfed his food down, but Peter was quiet and stared down into his plate as he played with his food. He couldn't look up at Craig. Every time he saw his little brother's cute face his innocent mind filled with thoughts of the boy's smooth, naked body and hairless young penis. Secretly, secret almost from himself, he fantasized about sleeping with his younger brother and playing with him; but the thoughts embarrassed him and he tried to repress them by focusing on his food. Still, he half-listened to his Mom and Dad discuss the trip, thinking that if they left, he'd go ahead and try and sleep with Craig. "Will you boys be good while we're gone?" his Dad asked suddenly. Peter's young face flushed with terror as he looked up, certain his Dad knew what he'd been thinking. "Yes, sir," his voice cracked nervously. "What's wrong with you?" his Dad asked. "You look frightened or something. Do you want us to stay?" For the briefest of moments, Peter was about to say 'yes', spare him the nervousness of being alone with Craig, but his pubescent body replied before Peter could stop it. "No," it cracked. "We'll be fine." "Can Erin spend the night, too?" Craig asked his father. "No. Now just because we're going doesn't mean we want you boys to run amok." Peter sat silently, trying to consider the angles. He'd long loved Erin although he was usually mean to the younger boy and refused to admit to himself how cute his brother's friend was. "Oh, please, Dad?" Craig pleaded, his young voice sounding like he was going to die if Erin couldn't stay. "Oh, let him stay, John," his mother came to the rescue. "I'm sure they'll be good." "Yeah, Dad," Craig's blue eyes looked hopeful. "We'll be good." His father shrugged hopelessly. "Alright..." he said. "Yeah!" Craig grinned. "...But if there's a mess when we get back..." "We'll be good, Dad," Craig said immediately. "Promise." "Fine. But Peter's in charge. If he says you two have been bad, it'll be the last time Erin stays here. Understand, young man." "Yes, sir," Craig said, still smiling happily. Peter scarcely said a word from then on. Erin arrived, and he and Craig ran up the stairs to their room to play. Peter sat watching TV and said good-night as his parents left. He sat hunkered down in the lazy boy, his eyes on the TV, his pubescent body filling his mind with questions about what his brother and Erin were doing up in the room. A small battle waged in the boy's mind; he was in charge, he should go up and see what the boys were doing; maybe they were naked with each other... he could... The TV was fine and it was his favorite show. Erin was so cute. What did he look like naked? He'd go to make sure the boys were behaving after the show was over. The commercials came on after the show ended, but Peter just sat there. He wanted to see the boys, but he was frightened by the things he wanted to see. Too frightened to move it turned out, and he began planning to check on them after the next show. After that show, his hormones took over and his mind excused his getting up, first by telling itself that he was going to the kitchen, and after that by insisting he was just going to check that they were alright. He slowed as he approached the room, wanting to sneak up on them. The door to the room was opened, however. What naked games could they be playing with an open door? Still, he walked very slowly toward it, trying to overhear their conversation. By the time he got there, it was plain by their talk that they were only playing Poker. An innocent card game. He stepped into the room feeling relieved, but let down at the same time. The boy's sat on the floor, the cards dealt out between them. They were already dressed in their pajamas, for it was nearing bedtime; close enough, in fact, that Peter could use that as an excuse to intrude. With scarcely a glance at the younger boys, he walked to his bed, sat down and started to take his shoes and socks off. The boys asked him if he wanted to play, but he said no, particularly since they didn't have any money to put down. "I've got some pennies," Craig offered. "Doesn't matter," the older boy shrugged as he tugged the last sock off. "Nobody cares if they lose pennies." "I care," Craig countered. "We could play strip poker," Peter said with a wicked grin, utterly faked for he felt half embarrassed just by saying it. "What's that?" Erin asked. Peter's eyes fell on the younger boy and he fell in love with him all over again. Erin had dark hair and dark eyes, his smooth face a soft brown in color. He was very cute, beautiful to the pubescent boy. He could see Erin's soft, slender neck as it joined to an equally soft chest before being swallowed by his pajama top. "Yeah!" Craig suddenly said, delighted by the suggestion. "It's easy," he replied to Erin. "Instead of money, you play with clothes. Whatever you lose you have to take off." Erin giggled and blushed crimson. The younger boys were obviously in agreement and both looked eager to play, but Peter was immediately filled with nervous fear and wished he hadn't said anything. Both boys looked at him expectantly and his face grew red as he finished taking his socks off. "Nah," he said crossing to the dresser and taking his pajamas from the drawer. "I'm tired anyway." "Oh, come on, Peter," Craig whined. "I don't wanna' play," the fourteen year old boy said firmly, entering the bathroom and closing the door. He stood for a long moment leaning on the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. He felt a nervous pit in his stomach, the ache of a sad puppy love he dare not speak of. In his mind, he could see the bright, clear eyes of the two boys in the other room, so eager to please, so filled with boyish expectation. They were both so pretty. He had no idea what to do with his desires for them and it made him feel like crying. Still aching, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his slender body. Without pausing to look at his naked chest, his enlarged hands slipped to the snap to his jeans and, as he started to unzip them, he realized that his penis was throbbing. For a moment he panicked, but quietly reached over and locked the bathroom door. He slipped his pants down his legs and stepped out of them, his blue eyes locked on the hard bulge in his cotton underpants through the mirror. He dropped the jeans and stood up now taking a full appreciation of his young body. His penis was just short of six inches and it left a clear impression in his underwear. The skin about the white fabric was smooth, pale and hairless. His belly button was small and centered on a belly just touched by a thin layer of baby fat that made his young body look even softer and more beautiful. He took in a deep breath and watched as his small chest swelled, looking more muscular beneath his small brown nipples. He looked at his reflection with mock arrogance as he boldly slipped his fingers down the elastic of his underwear and slowly, sensuously pushed them over his hips. He could feel the tight fabric slide along his sensitive erection and his chest deflated with a sigh as his naked penis appeared. He continued sliding his underpants down as his eyes gazed lovingly at his young penis. The head was a purplish brown in color and shined with the hardness of his erection. Slowly, his long, slender shaft appeared, pale in color, unmarked by veins until half-way down its length where a slender blue vein pulsed with pubescent hormones. His hairless, pink testicles appeared, held tight in his scrotum, at the same time that his small circle of sparse young pubic hair became visible just around the base of his penis. The entire organ throbbed madly between the boy's legs, sticking straight out at the mirror, as he stepped out of his underwear still watching his young manhood. The young teenager stood naked in front of the mirror and smiled as his hand slowly rubbed across his smooth chest. His other hand just as slowly slid toward his crotch and tenderly took his throbbing penis in a gentle fist. He rubbed it several times, still trying to decide if he would masturbate or not. He could feel his body filling with rapid orgasm and knew if he didn't decide quickly, he would have no choice. Gasping with self-control, he pulled his hand away, stared as his red penis throbbed with eager desire. No, he would wait, wait until Craig and Erin were in the next bed together. Then he could think about them, about their young bodies sleeping so close together, imagining the warmth of their soft skin. Almost crazy with desire, the boy grabbed his pajama bottoms and slipped them over his legs, snapping them down the front and pausing to caress his erection again. It felt so good through the light fabric of his pajamas, just as warm and hard as it had naked. Wanting to cry, but eager to be in the bed beside them, he slipped the top over his shoulders and frantically snapped the front, feeling less pressure once his naked body was finally covered. He stood there for long moments, waiting for his heartbeat to slow and his penis to soften, but the young erection grew only half-soft, pressing out even more prominently between his legs. Feeling depressed and lonely, he grabbed the doorknob and deftly unlocked it as he turned it. Leaving his clothing behind him he walked back into the bedroom. Erin and Craig were giggling hysterically at the foot of the bed and with a quick glance Peter could see that both boys were stark naked, Craig's penis standing out rock hard between the boy's legs. "What are you doing?!" Peter exclaimed coming toward them. He was shocked (and excited) to see that the boys each held the other's penis in their hand. Erin grew bright red and pulled his hand from Craig's erection as Peter approached, but he kept giggling with the other boy. Peter's objections were swallowed, however, when his eyes fell on Erin's penis, smaller than Craig's or his own, but throbbing with equal hardness. It had the same brown complexion as the rest of the boy's body, the head slightly darker, both looking all the darker against the smooth, pale skin of Craig's fingers. All around the adorable base, dark peach fuzz shone out clearly in the table lamp light. Peter's own penis softened as he recoiled in confusion and fear. "Come on, Peter," Craig giggled, letting the other boy's penis go and standing up. This caused his own six inch, hairless penis to stick out straight and throbbing and the grinning boy looked utterly adorable to his older brother. "I'm telling Mom, Craig," Peter warned backing up as the naked boy approached him. Craig paused a moment at Peter's threat and his boyish smile wavered for a moment. "Come on, Peter. It's just for fun." The young pubescent boy moved closer to his nervous older brother. With a loud, high pitched giggle, he grabbed Peter's shoulders and threw the older boy onto the bed. Peter was so confused he couldn't fight back and felt his body bounce back on the bed, his little brother's body crawling on top of him and fighting to pin his arms back. After a few seconds, Peter realized what was happening and he started to fight back, but he succeeded mostly in hooking his thumb into his pajama shirt. Frantically he tried to free it and the snaps along the front of the top stripped open, his soft, hairless chest fully exposed between the ends. Craig's slender young chest slid up along the bare skin of his older brother and their boyish bodies felt warm and smooth against each other. Peter could feel Craig's rock hard penis pressing against the rapidly stiffening organ in his light pajama bottoms and filled with excitement at the wonderful feel of the younger boy's slender, naked body as it laid on top of him. Their bodies rubbed together and Peter found himself glancing down their naked chests. Their baby soft bodies looked hard as their young muscles flexed and struggled, both their hairless bodies rippling with their ribs and the slender muscles of their abdomens. They parted as Craig's body rose to put weight down on Peter's arms and Peter could see Craig's large, but still hairless erection rubbing against the hardness between his own legs. The young cock looked so pretty that Peter didn't know what to think or feel. He could both see and feel how hard his little brother was, could see the pale, pink skin surrounding Craig's penis and all along his big shaft, could see the pretty purple head throbbing, his young slit pressed open against his own belly. He felt so horny that he couldn't fight the weaker boy anymore and felt his hands pinned back against the bed by Craig's, saw the boy's cute face grinning down at him with knowing desire. "Get off me, Craig!" he yelled, fighting to defend his pubescent innocence. But Craig was not to be deterred; with a broader grin, the thirteen year old boy pressed his hard penis against his older brother's with rhythmic pressure that caused the older boy to gasp. With a hardness that surprised both boys, Craig's throbbing erection pushed against one of the middle snaps to Peter's pajama bottom. The snap popped open and left enough room for Craig's hairless penis to slip between the fabric. Both boys caught their breath as the younger boy's naked penis slipped up along side the throbbing, naked length of his older brother. Their hard erections felt warm against each other and both boys could feel the other's pulsing with pubescent excitement. Craig felt a wave of excitement rush through him that was so strong his hips pressed harder forward, his throbbing young cock poking at Peter's pajama bottoms and pushing the top snaps open. Peter let out a startled, excited cry as he felt his younger brother's hairless erection slide into his pajamas, rubbing directly against his own desperate penis, against his own soft, warm belly. He felt so frightened and confused that he didn't know what to do or say. It felt so good. Craig was so entranced enjoying the feel of his brother's penis against his, that he forgot all about Erin. He lay on Peter's body, giggling and watching Peter's face for his reaction, instinctively and excitedly moving his hips so his penis could feel the older boy's. He was openly delighted with the feel of his brother's bare chest against his, the tender caresses of their baby soft skin as he moved on top of him. Surely Peter liked it just as much. It was so much fun. Peter, however, lay in nervous terror. He was frightened by what Erin must be thinking about what Craig and he were doing and he looked around Craig's face and shoulders to see what the dark haired boy was doing. But Erin just stood there, blushing and beautiful, a few feet from the bed. One of his brown hands was reaching across his baby soft belly to hold the smooth, hairless, brown forearm of his other arm, and he stood, with his head bowed bashfully, watching the two brothers. All he could see was the backside of Craig's body, the thin, naked boy wiggling on top of Peter, his small, round butt gently pumping his penis between the older boy's legs. Erin's lean, soft, brown body looked so cute to Peter and he felt such love for him that a large part of his mind imagined that the naked boy laying on top of him wasn't his brother, but Erin, or a boy like Erin, that the penis rubbing against his belonged to the adorable young boy. He swallowed nervously, struggling faintly against Craig's squirming, and his eyes moved down to behold Erin's penis. It was so pretty to him that it almost made him forget the excitement of his own young manhood. The slender young cock was only half hard but it was a very cute shade of smooth brown, the same as his beautiful body and soft thighs. His enlarged penis head was a slightly darker shade and looked sweet against his baby soft, pale brown skin. His testicles had begun to grow with puberty and they hung in a soft brown scrotum between his legs. Peter longed to touch them, imagined how soft and warm they'd feel. Mostly he felt himself adoring the soft, brown peach fuzz above the base of the cute boy's shaft. The young hairs was so pretty to the fourteen year old that he wanted to cry in worship. For so long he had fantasized about Erin, had dreamt of him as he masturbated himself; now Erin was there, standing naked and beautiful before him. He didn't know what was happening and he felt very confused. Peter's worship of both Erin and Craig lapsed into fear and confusion again when his little brother suddenly giggled and rolled off his body, laying down beside him. He was immediately aware that his throbbing penis was now fully exposed through the opened fly of his pajamas and his large hands quickly grabbed his bottoms and he frantically pulled them shut as he glanced about uncertainly. Craig's beautiful, naked body was laying down beside him and the thirteen year old was grinning: blushing, but otherwise behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. "Come on, Erin," he grinned to his young friend. Erin smiled much more bashfully, and slowly crawled over to lay down on Peter's opposite side. His deep brown eyes gazed down at his naked penis, watching as the young thing immediately stiffened into an erection as hard as the other boys, and he smiled down at it as he lay blushing in adorable innocence. "Take your pajamas off, Peter," Craig grinned happily. "I'm going to tell Mom, Craig," Peter threatened weakly, his fists still clenching the top of his pajam bottoms closed. Craig just grinned, that cute boyish grin that seemed to know no wrong. His big, hairless penis was throbbing with delight and the sweet boy didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed by it. He just lay there smiling and gently tried to pull Peter's hand away from his pajamas. Peter shot his most dangerous glare at Craig and was ready to hit the boy until he suddenly felt Erin's hand joining with Craig's, felt both of them urging him to join them in their naked play. "Come on, Peter," Erin said bashfully, his smooth brown cheeks blushing. "We just want to see it." Peter didn't know what to do. He felt so confused and embarrassed. So much of him longed to play naked with them, to be as happy and eager for it as they seemed to be, but, after more than two years of wanting to play with boys, he had learned to accept that it would never happen. Now, his little brother and his little brother's best friend were encouraging him to do just that. Inside, he longed to be the older one, to make them stop being so childish and to stop being little weirdos; but he also longed to be loved by them, to love them back. Besides, they were only thirteen. Craig didn't have any pubic hair and Erin had nothing but peach fuzz. He was certain that they would just make fun of his small bush of sparse little pubic hairs, and how could he deny his willingness to play with them when they saw how excited his penis was? Still, he wanted them so bad, needed them so much. How he dreamed of petting Erin's soft peach fuzz, of feeling Craig's naked body and big, hairless penis against his. Very near tears of confusion and uncertainty, the fourteen year old boy slowly released his grip on his pajamas and immediately felt the other boys pulling them down his long, thin legs. He lay, elbows held tightly against his bare chest, as his young erection was stripped naked. The boys pulled them all the way down his legs and he soon lay as naked as they were between their excited, young pubescent bodies.