Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 04:17:57 -0700
From: dakota phillips <boilvr1219@gmail.com>
Subject: Dakota ... Part 10

The late afternoon sun was dipping into the horizon.  The trees that
covered the street I walked down made my journey very pleasant.  A gentle
breeze blew through my hair, across my young body.  My whole being was so
relax.  I pulled my watch out of my pocket.  It was 4:45.  I had a little
more time before I had to be home.  Just then my celly rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, honey," came the familiar voice of mom.  "I have Rio with me.  We are
going to stay late at the office.  He's going to help me finish up getting
everything unpacked.  You go ahead and fix you and Shelby some dinner."

I pushed the disconnect as my mother was saying goodbye.    Okay, so I
still had some time.  While I was at the ball park I had overheard some
boys talking about a skatepark a few blocks away.  I decided to explore and
see what was there.  I continued walking past the antique homes that lined
the quiet street.  My ass still tingled from Spencer's attention
(remember?).

After I had navigated four blocks, I turned on one street to cross over a
few blocks.  I was rewarded.  I found the skatepark.  It was a part of a
larger family park right on the Ohio river.  I walked over to examine it
more closely.  As I neared, I could hear the sound of skateboards.  As I
got closer, I saw that the park was pretty full.  Mostly boys, some girls,
a few men.

I didn't know a whole lot about skateboarding, but that was not really why
I was there.  I made my way to a set of bleachers off to one side.  As I
sat down, my view was bombarded with boys of all ages practicing with the
hope of making it big in the sport.  Most of the boys were shirtless.  Most
also sagged.  Nice.  Very nice.

I hadn't been sitting there long before one of the boys sat a few bleachers
down from me.  He looked to be about my age, maybe a little older.  He
grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.  He had auburn
colored hair that hung down over his eyes in the front and went about to
his neck in the back.  His eyes were dark; they looked to be hazel-colored.
 He was pretty thin, not really muscular in his arms or legs.  I couldn't
see any hair in his pits when he lifted a bottle of water to drink.  His
bare chest was smooth and  undeveloped.  He had the cutest little nipples.

"Hey," he said, looking up at me.  "Some people get a little nervous being
stared at."

"Oh ... uhm, sorry ... I," I stammered, looking down at my shoes.

"I'm just fucking with you," he laughed.  "'Sides, I'm used to it!
 Impressed with my moves!"

"I wasn't staring," I lied.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he said calmly.  "So, you skate?"

"Uhm, a little," another lie.  "I just moved here, so was checking out what
was around."

"Well, alright!" he said, raising his fist to knuckle-bump.  "What's your
name?"

"Dakota," I said, bumping his little hand.  "Friends call me Kota."

"Cool name.  I'm Austin.  You can call me Ollie," he said as he popped up
his skateboard.  "See you around, Kota."

A passing conversation.  With that, Ollie pushed off and rode his board
into the midst of the others.  I couldn't help stare at his little ass as
he rode away.  I watched him practice his moves for the a while.  He looked
over at me a few times.  He smiled the prettiest smile when he looked at
me; sort of a half smile, with his lips still closed.  Cute!

I looked at my watch, realizing I had to get to the house.  Tucking my
watch into my pocket, I looked around for a scrap of paper and something to
write with.  I finally settled on a piece of old newspaper and a pen I
borrowed from someone's mother.  I decided to write my name and number on
the paper and tuck it into Austin's towel.  We'll see what happens.

I think he saw as I tucked the scrap into his towel.  I waved to him as I
turned to leave.  He didn't wave back to me, just sort of nodded his head
upward.  I made my way out of the park and onto the street that would take
me home.  The sun was nearly gone, and the sky was darkening.  The
streetlamps began to light sporadically.  Looking back at the skatepark, I
could see the huge lights had already come on there.  The glow from the
park pierced the darkening sky.  In the next ten minutes, I was bounding up
the stairs to our front porch.

Entering the house, I turned some lights on and made my way to the kitchen.
 Looking about, I decided Shelby and I would have PB & Js for dinner.  As I
assembled all the ingredients, the overwhelming urge to piss hit me.
 Leaving everything on the counter, I sprinted upstairs to the bathroom.

Without warning, I flung the door open.  I was stopped in my tracks.  Time
seemed to stand still as I stared at my littlest brother standing naked in
the bathroom, fapping.  He was watching himself stroke down and then up the
length of his dick.  The length of his dick.  Fuck!  He was blessed.  It
looked to be at least 7"!  A very small bush was comiing in around the base.

"Do you fucking mind?" Shelby asked sharply, covering his junk with his
hands.

"Oh, dude ... I'm sorry," I stammered.  "I didn't know you were in here,
and I had to ..."

"So you just barge in?" he interrupted, noticeably embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, sincerely.

As I turned to leave, he interrupted.

"You were staring."

"No, I ... no, I wasn't."

"Yep," he said.  "Right at my junk."

"Well, it was right there ... I mean ..."  I turned back and made my way to
the toilet to piss.  Taking out my member, Shelby looked at mine.

"Told you I was bigger."

Up until this point, I had never seen my littlest brother naked.  I must
say, he was really cute.  As he stood there, I took in his beautiful little
body.  He was a bit shorter than me by several inches, and weighed probably
under 100 pounds.  He had the hottest little ass; round and smooth.  It was
set off by the tan lines above and below it.  His dick was softening now,
but still hung unproportionately from his little body.

"You fap a lot?" I asked, shaking the last drops of piss from my dick.

"I guess," he said.  "I don't really get what the big deal is."

"What?" I said, in half-disbelief.

"I mean, it feels good.  But what's the big deal?"

"What ... wait ... have you ever nutted?"

"Ever what?" he asked.

"Nutted," I repeated.  "Unloaded your wad."

"Uhm ... no ..." he said, unsure.

"Shell, you've been missing the best part!" I said.  "Here, c'mon.  I'll
show you what I mean."

I led Shelby out of the bathroom down to my room.  Naked, semi-hard dick
bouncing with each step, he followed close behind.  Once in my room, I shut
and locked the door.  Turning on my desk lamp, I turned to him and lifted
off my t-shirt and slid off my shorts and underwear.  My dick popped upward
as I lowered my boxers.  Shelby's eyes were glued to my junk.

"Not so bad, huh?" I said.

"I'm still bigger!" he teased.

"Hell, I'll say," I agreed.  "You sure we're brothers?"

We laughed.  I then went to my closet and got out my jar of lube.  I
scooped some out and Shelby followed my lead.  Smearing some on my dick, I
began to stroke the length of my six inches while watching Shelby work his
seven inches.  I couldn't help but stare at his slender  tool.  It was
awesome.  I could see his little balls hanging about two inches below.  His
erect dick stood parallel to the ground.

"That's it, just keep working it like that," I coached.

"This feels really good," he said.

"Keep it yup," I said.  "I gets better."

As Shelby and I fapped together, I tried not to stare but found myself
stealing glimpses of his dick.  He was right.  He was bigger than me.  Life
can be so unfair, huh?  He was fapping using only his fingertips.  I
suggested that he hold his dick in his fist.  I went over to him and,
kneeling in front of him, demonstrated.  It was so hot to hold his dick in
my hand.  I gently slid my fist up and down his long-ass tool.  I so wanted
his dick in my mouth!

"I like it when yo udo it," he said.

Shit!  My little brother was into this.  My mind raced with thoughts of
him.  I wondered if he ever thought about other boys, or if this was a
first for him.  As I stroked his member, I looked up at him.  His eyes were
closed, a little smile on his face.  Within the next minute, his little
hips were moving back and forth with my hand rhythm.

"I'm feeling strange," he whispered.

"Don't be scared," I said softly.  "You're about to nut."

I kept pumping his tool, quickening my pace.  His face was contorting,
shifting from pleasure to uncertainty and back again.  All of the sudden he
cried out and then his dick spit a load of nut all over me.  A smaller wad
squirted out next, landing on my chest.  His chest was heaving as he tried
to catch his breath.

"What happening?" he asked breathlessly.

"You nutted, little bro," I said.

I scooped some of his nut from my face, and licked it off my hand.  His
eyes widened.  I next scooped some from my chest and held it to his mouth.
 He looked at me oddly.  Then he hesitantly licked it.  He drew back,
making a menacing face.

"You like that?" he asked.

"It's an acquired taste."

"Ac ... acquir ..."

"Acquired," I said.  "You have to get used to it."

"So you ... I mean, you eaten it before?"

"Sure," I confided.  "Mine and ..."

"Other's?"

"Yes, Shelby.  Other's.  You can't tell anyone, especially mom."

"I won't," he promised.  "How did you eat other's?"

"I suck their dick."

Shelby's eyes widened in unbelief.  I knew where this was going.  I have to
admit, I let go.

"Would you ... I mean, if you don't mind ... would you suck my dick?"

"You're my little brother!" I said.  "Of course, I will!"

I got a rag and cleaned the lube off of Shelby's dick.  The attention I wsa
giving him made his tool hard again.  He pointed his dick in my direction.
 I couldn't believe how big this little boy's dick was!  I held it gently
with my right hand and then licked the little head.  I swirled my tongue
around the tip before allowing the head to slip iinto my mouth.  Shelby
moaned loadly as about three additional inches slid deep into my mouth.

I moved my hands to his tiny waist and began bobbing back and forth on his
rod.  My hands worked back to his young ass.  Fuck, it was so soft.  My
fingertips ran in the crack, my right index finger pushing at his hole.  As
I continued sucking and feeling him, Shelby spred his legs a little wider.
 Given the opportunity, I pushed my index finger slightly into his virgin
hole.  It was tight as hell.

I was taking about 5 or so inches of his boy-rod in my mouth.  He now hand
his hands in my hair.  His breath was quickening.  My index finger was in
his ass up to the first knuckle.  I wigggled my finger in his ass.  By the
way he raised up a bit, I knew he was loving it!

"I'm getting that feeling in my stomach again," he whispered.

I intensified my attention on his dick.  Finally, he gasped.  I pulled his
hips forward, sending his dick deep into my mouth.  I could feel it spasm,
then tasted the warmth of his preteen nut.    He gently pulled his dick out
of my mouth, looking at me.

"Are you," he asked hesitantly.  "You know, are you ...?"

"I think so, Shell."

"That's cool," he said.  "I don't know what I am yet.  When will I know?"

"When it's right," I said.  "You'll know."

Shelby got dressed.  He thanked me for teaching him how to fap, to nut.  I
knew he would spend many hours over the next years in his room going
through many jars of lube and as many rags.  As the door closed, I yelled
to him to fix some sandwiches for dinner.

I laid on my bed, taking my dick in hand.  Working my tool, thoughts about
my two brothers and the other boys I have messed around with played in my
mind.  I took my time as I stroked my dick with my right hand; my left hand
fumbling my balls.  In the next few minutes, a string of nut flew upward
and landed on my chest.  I lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

I smiled.


(TO BE CONTINUED)


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