Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2023 20:14:48 +0000
From: anthonymasterson10@proton.me
Subject: A Weekend with Andrew and Simon

If you're able to, please donate to Nifty. It helps keep the site up and
keeps it free. This story involves depictions of sexual acts between
three boys (two of which are 11 and the other is 8) so if that's not your
thing, there are plenty of other stories on here. Comments and feedback
are always welcomed. Please, keep in mind that I'm dyslexic and my
writing won't be perfect.

At 3:15 PM, the school bell rang. Everybody in class gathered their
belongings and made their way to the nearest exit. In the hallways, the
other students talked about their plans for summer break. However, all I
could think about was my plans for the next three days. No parents, no
chores, no homework, just three days with my two best friends.

My best friend's parents would be away in Spain for their second
honeymoon and I would be spending the weekend with Andrew and his little
brother Simon. Though Simon was the youngest of us, being only eight, he
was still a lot of fun to be around. It sounded a little bit weird to my
parents at first, but with some work of the silver tongue, we managed to
talk them into letting us stay unsupervised. Their parents had left us a
few hundred dollars for entertainment and food so we wouldn't have to
spend our own money. Not that the three of us had two pennies to rub
together.

"Hey, nut licker, I hope you're ready for this weekend. It's gonna be so
much fun." Andrew said, sneaking up behind me and wrapping his arm around
my shoulder.

I answered, "You know it, butt breath."

"Did you bring everything you need, toad sniffer?" He asked, playfully
punching my backpack that no longer contained books for school but
instead had been filled with some snacks and a few video games.

"You know it," I replied, removing the backpack and unzipping it to show
him that I was prepared.

"Good. Now, all we have to do is find Simon and we can get out of here."
Andrew said, scanning the crowded hallway.

Once we spotted Simon, we made our way toward the exit. As we pushed the
door open, the bright sun contrasted with the light blue sky and shone
its warmth on us. The slight breeze blew Andrews's medium-length blonde
hair into his light grey eyes. A slight smile spread across my face as he
gave me a side glance and his enchanting eyes met my green ones. I
quickly averted my gaze, hoping he hadn't caught me staring at him again.

We made idle small talk as we traversed the three blocks to their house.
Once inside, we tossed our backpacks into a pile by the door and then
kicked off our shoes. Simon wasted no time stripping naked. I have to
admit that the first few times I hung out with Andrew and his family, I
felt a little awkward about the casual nudity. My parents raised me to be
modest and it took me several months to feel comfortable with their open
nudity and even longer for me to join them. At this point, it feels more
natural to be naked around them than to be dressed.

"Whatcha say we go for a swim?" Andrew asked, pulling his shirt off his
torso and letting it hit the floor.

I slid my grey shorts and blue briefs down my legs and stepped out of
them as I answered, "That sounds good to me."

Once the last little bit of our clothes was shed, we raced outside to the
pool and dove into the deep end. The cool water felt amazing on an almost
one-hundred-degree day. As I surfaced, I used the palm of my hand to take
my dark red hair away from my face.

"Wait for me!" Simon exclaimed in protest.

As Andrew broke the surface of the water, Simon dove in between us and
made a thunderous splash, soaking us further. When he surfaced, we both
splashed him. He jumped on my back and I dove under the surface of the
water and swam to the other end of the pool.

"Okay, you guys win." He said, admitting defeat.

I couldn't help but admire their bodies. The small droplets of water that
slid down their taunt torsos made me envious. They were both on the swim
team for the local YMCA and had developed a small amount of muscle. I, on
the other hand, looked like a match stick. Every time I saw either of
them, even for a fraction of a second, I got a weird feeling that I never
could fully understand. My mind would go blank and my heartbeat would
become faster.

I couldn't understand why, but over the past few months, I've been having
dreams about the three of us that I can't explain. At first, it would
happen once a month but now, I have those dreams every time I sleep.
Sometimes, I go to bed early just to see how they unfold.

"Earth to Jackson. Hello!" Andrew said as he splashed me with water and
continued, "Stop staring at my dick and pay attention, you perv."

"S-s-sorry..." I stammered in response, my cheeks now flushing a light
shade of red from being caught.

"Calm down, dude. Can't you see Jackson has a crush on you?" Simon said
as he pushed himself out of the pool and sat on the edge, kicking his
feat against the surface of the clear liquid.

"No, I don't! I'm not gay, you're gay." I snapped back.

When I realized what I said, I felt bad. Not only because I had yelled at
one of my best friends, but also because I wasn't sure if what I said was
true or not. I hadn't thought about liking boys, but I also didn't like
girls. Most boys seemed to be developing crushes on girls, but none of
them were attractive to me. Even the thought of them repulsed me.

"Dude," Andrew began cautiously, "You're my best friend. Even if you are
gay, neither of us cares. We've both seen you looking at us when we hang
out and seen you get a boner every time we're naked together."

"I'm NOT gay," I repeated a little softer than before.

"Jack, we want to try something with you. Just try it out for us." Simon
added.

Exhaling a deep breath, I replied, "What is it?"

Andrew elaborated, "Kiss us and if you don't like it then it means you're
not gay. But..."

"But what?" I asked quizzically.

Simon answered, "Then you have to be our boyfriend."

"What do you mean 'our' boyfriend?" I asked.

"We both like you a lot, Jackson," Andrew said, looking into my eyes and
taking a step towards me.

"Are you serious?" I said in a mixture of both shock and wonder.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Not only had they caught me
staring at them multiple times, but they also shared some kind of
feelings for me. As I thought about it for a moment, I realized that
maybe I should give it a try. As they said, if I don't like the feeling
then it means I'm not gay, right?

"Okay, I'll do it," I answered.

"I wanna go first," Simon stated as I sat on his left side and Andrew sat
next to me.

Leaning forward, Simon's lips grazed lightly against my own. They felt
warm and soft. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of them lingering
before he pulled away smiling.

"My turn," Andrew said, placing his hand on my naked thigh and leaning
in.

In a mixture of both surprise and dismay, I found I enjoyed the feeling
just as much. Relaxing and closing my eyes, it all started to make sense.
Despite this new-found knowledge, I knew this would have to be our
secret.

Andrew pulled away and my eyes slowly opened to meet his light grey ones.
I wanted more, but I couldn't form a single word. It felt like my head
was spinning and time was slowing down and moving in fast forward
simultaneously.

After a moment of silence between us, Simon said in a giggly voice, "It
looks like he liked it to me."

"I think you're right. Do you think we should show him that one thing?"
Andrew inquired, letting his hand slowly inch further toward my crotch.

As I looked down, I noticed that my boyhood was at full mast and on
display for them both. I tried to hide it by tucking it in between my
thighs, but Andrew stopped me.

"Dude, you don't have to hide it. We've seen your dick hard like a
million times. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Andrew said.

He pulled my foreskin back and exposed the swollen glans. Using the tip
of his middle finger, he gently rubbed it. I let out a small whimper of
pleasure. In turn, I reached out both of my hands and rubbed the
circumcised heads of both of my best friends. I was almost fascinated by
the scar from where their foreskins once were.

"Do you wanna try something fun?" Andrew asked in a voice barely above a
whisper.

"It feels really super good," Simon added, gently squeezing my jewels in
between his small fingers and rolling them around in my sack that had
barely started to drop.

At this point, I was putty in their hands. They could have asked me to
rob a bank and I'm almost certain that I would have done it. I nodded and
watched as they stood and walked towards the hot tub and worked together
to remove the sun-faded black cover. Their small erections swayed from
side to side and up and down as they walked.

I followed them as I slid my foreskin back into place. Though I always
pulled it back while at the urinal, this felt so much better. It made my
entire body shudder in pleasure. We climbed into the hot tub and the jets
started roaring to life. I sat down in the quickly warming water.

"Now what?" I asked, looking at my two best friends.

"Put your dickey against the water jet. It feels so good." Simon
answered.

Turning myself around and sitting on my knees, I did as I was instructed.
I inched forward until the bubbles were enveloping my two-and-a-half-inch
boyhood. It felt so good that I could barely keep myself from moaning. My
entire body shook as this strange new sensation enveloped me.

As I began to tremble, Andrew and Simon wrapped their arms around me. I
felt a small finger and thumb wrap themselves around my stiffness and
start pulling back and forth. My whole body felt hot and I almost thought
I had to pee. Once I felt Andrew's hand on the small, hairless orbs
between my legs, I knew I didn't want to stop.

With a loud gasp, my small dick began to twitch and throb violently.
After what felt like hours, it went soft. I panted heavily as my
breathing gradually became normal again.

"What was that?" I asked, finally managing to catch my breath.

"I think it's called an organism." Simon answered.

"No, you dummy," Andrew chided, "It's an orgasm."

"Whatever it was, it felt great. You were right, Simon." I responded.

"Can you touch my dickey again?" Simon asked, inching closer to me and
grinning a wicked grin.

"Sure," I answered, rubbing the fully exposed head of his inch-and-a-half
boyhood. It felt firm and warm. His hairless balls were smooth to the
touch and almost as big as my own.

"What about me?" Andrew asked, rubbing himself against my leg.

"Wrap your fingers around our dickies and run up and down." Simon said as
he jumped his boy bits against my hand.

I did as I was instructed and within a minute, they were both releasing
sighs of pleasure. In unison, they let out a high-pitched whimper and
their stiffnesses throbbed in-between my fingers. As they went soft, I
was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek from both of them. In that moment,
I felt happier than I ever had.

"I say we go inside and dry off. I'm turning into a prune." Simon
suggested.

We agreed and placed the cover back on the hot tub. We went back into
their house and dried ourselves off and sat together on the couch, all of
us glowing from our orgasms. Within a few minutes of us coming inside, we
started drifting into a peaceful slumber one by one.