Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 08:28:47 -0700 From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me Subject: Kevin's Awkward Antics 3 As I mentioned before my childhood was different than most boys filled with insecurity, fear (like every boy) and sex (with boys and grown men). Don't get me wrong, I loved that my life was different; I just wish I could have understood more. None of the charters represent anyone real but depict the way I felt, fear, and hated. I hope it is a good read. Kevin's Awkward Antics: Chapter three: What's up with Jon! The rest of the morning went okay; neither Jon nor I said a word to each other about jacking off but the tension could still be found hanging in the air. We actually made some good progress on our homework when Xander and Kyle built stuff with Xander's Legos. Dad cooked breakfast but spent most of his time on his computer in his bedroom. Jon and me played with Kyle and Xander for a while pretending to blow up what they made with the plastic blocks. As much as I liked Kyle, I was really hooked on Jon. I don't know it was different with Jon; Kyle was more of a playmate to do sexy stuff with, like try things with. But Jon, shit! "Well Kev, my dad is here I have to go." Jon smiled putting his phone back into his pocket, gathering his things. Jon said his goodbyes to my dad and the boys before giving me a fist bump as he disappeared into his dad's car. He was gone. I had an empty feeling inside for some reason. Not long after, Kyle's Mom was here to pick him up. While me and Kyle gathered his stuff his mom and my dad talked in the kitchen. "I had a really nice time, Kev," Kyle whispered before pressing his lips to mine, our tongues playing together once again, "I mean a really nice time." "It was okay," I joked tweaking his limp dick through his shorts, "you are awesome." My tweaking turned into mutual rubbing; I loved the feeling of Kyle's dick growing under my gentle rubbing. And his smell, shit I could not get enough! "We better not." I sighed, kissing Kyle again before being interrupted by Xander. "Hey, I want a kiss too." Xander complained. Kyle just laughed and messed my little brother's hair. I was glad that Kyle's mom decided to have a glass of wine giving us a few more minutes together. After they left everything seemed to be back to normal, Xander watching cartoons in my room and I was playing video games in the living room. Dad was in his bedroom with the door locked. I had an idea what he did in his bedroom with the door locked but the thought of him jacking off made me shutter. After dinner we sat around watching TV, me on the couch, Dad in his chair and Xander on the floor. I kept getting this funny feeling as I watched my little brother roll around on the floor. He was on his back with a toy car in each hand playing over his head. His bent lags would sway and the leg of his shorts would gape open giving me a nice view of his tiny tool. It was unusual but I was glad he was not wearing briefs. Not soon after sleep overtook my brother and he rolled to his tummy. He slept sprawled out in the middle of the floor, God his little bottom was driving me crazy! I followed the curve of his spine to the round plump cheeks of his bottom. You could see the crease of his crack trough his thin light blue shorts. God, I wanted to smell his crack so badly! I rubbed my dick discreetly through my boxers. But why did I like looking at his butt and why did it make me all weird inside, tingly? What is up with me? Eventually Dad stood and stretched, it was late. "Okay boys time for bed." "But it's Saturday, Daddy." Alexander yawned, not really waking up. "Come on Xand-a-roo, I'll tuck you in." I whispered, rubbing my brother's back. I pulled the small boy to his feet and he slipped his arm around my waist. I heard my dad's door shut and I paused in the hall looking down at Xander's bedroom then back at mine, my heart started to race! I rubbed Xander, cuddling with him as I guided him into my bedroom. I hadn't slept with my brother in a while and it was over do. This time felt different somehow. I sat him on my bed and closed the door. When I turned back to him he had flopped back. I studied his sweet face and watched his tummy and chest rise and fall as he slept. His eyes were moving under his softly closed eyes, his small fingers flinched and his feet and toes wiggled slightly. I didn't even think he knew where he was. I slipped out of my boxers and stroked my dick as I watched the small boy sleep. I moved closer and squatted in front of him spreading his legs. Leaning in I pressed my nose into the cotton that covered his small limp tool. I took a long deep sniff and savored the smell he held there, the Alexander smell with traces of pee. I knew it was wrong but I could not stop myself. I sat back still on my knees and stared at the small lump in his shorts. With my dick in one hand I reached out with the other and rubbed my brother's private parts with trembling fingers. My little brother's dick grew out quickly. With my pinky I traced the shape of his little spike feeling his foreskin under his cotton covered dick. I got bolder and started to stroke him but freaked, jerking my hand away, when he shifted a little grunted and smacked his lips in a long drawn out groan. Then he started so snore softly. That is when I realized my dick was drooling like crazy. What the fuck? This is my little brother! As I watched his hard little wiener start to fade and my heart started to race faster, I was slipping back to the forbidden place my head was at just moments earlier. I had to do more to him. I gently turned him so he was sprawled out on my bed instead of just half laying on it with his legs hanging over the edge. I reached for the waistband of his shorts and started to ease them down. "What are you doing, Kev?" Xander mumbled, raising his rump. "I'm going to make you feel good, okay?" I whispered, removing his paper thin shorts. I did not get a response and was nervous as heck, both of us naked in my bed. But that did not stop me, he was back asleep. I rolled his dick in my fingers until his little tool was standing up tall. God, he was so cute! I closed my eyes and slipped his little erection into my mouth. It tasted amazing, sweet and tender. I sucked and bobbed on his shaft playing with his foreskin with my tongue. He did not clean under his foreskin very well as usual but I took care of that, a tongue bath was perfect! I was in heaven; my senses were filled with his taste and smell of his boy sex bits! I worked on his nuts for a while loving his immature little balls, rolling them on my tongue in his clinched tight sack. I could smell his stinky butt and the stink just added to my excitement. I spread his legs wider and licked and kissed all around his nut sack and back door. Then I pulled his cheeks open a little and pressed my lips into his tacky pucker. "That's silly, Kev." Xander giggled, whispering. "You're awake?" I panicked, "I'm sorry!" "No Kev, keep playing nakie with me." Alexander sighed. Xander sat up and looked into my eyes; it was a new look, like he was pleading for more. He ran his fingers over my lips, stroked my cheek and ran his small fingers into my hair. "Please, Kev?" Xander squeaked pushing my head towards his crotch. I did not resist and quickly took his tiny spike back into my mouth. Lovingly I sucked my kid brother's dick while I jerked him fast. I kind of wished he was still asleep so he would have no knowledge of me messing with him. But now it was all about getting the little guy off and he loved it. With his fingers clinching my hair he rose up and I felt his worm swell and pump for all it was worth. I held his dick gently in my mouth softly sucking and licking his beautiful boyhood. I was disappointed when he gestured for me to release him. "I'm done playing nakie now, Kev." Xander smiled. "Not quite yet Buddy," I giggled, "let me show you something really cool." I got up and turned on my desk lamp so Xander could see. His eyes got wide and him mouth hung open. "Your wienie is so big!" Xander gasped, "Why is it wet, did you pee?" "That is what is called pre-cum, you start to make it when you get to be twelve or thirteen." "Does it hurt, Kev?" "No it feels really good when it leaks out and makes your wienie nice and slippery." I hushed squeezing the goo out of my dick, sliding my fingers on my shaft. "Ummm, yummy." I scooted up close to Xander sitting us up against my head board and pressed into his side. I flopped my leg over his. The little guy just stared at my dick causing me to giggle. We looked at each other with big grins on our faces. I took his hand and he made a screwed up face when I wrapped his tiny fingers around my leaking shaft, then he smiled. I watched as he explored my meat and played with the gooey, slippery sauce I was making. When he pulled my foreskin back and pushed his finger at my leaking slit I moaned out, it felt so good. "Here let me help," I whispered, wrapping my hand around his, "God Buddy, this is amazing!" Xander kept looking at my dick and then into my eyes as we jacked me off. I was getting so close, very close. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling, his hand was so little! "Are you alright?" Xander asked slowing his strokes. "Never been better," I huffed, "faster." Xander started to go faster and I gave him a little more help so he got the right pace. Then I let go of his hand letting my kid brother jack me off on his own. I listened to myself moan out as my crotch flared out, and then it happened. "Watch!" I exclaimed in a heavy huff. "Whoa, what is that stuff!" Xander gasped! I couldn't answer as I pumped out my meager but amazing load. I had to stop has frantic jerking on my spent sensitive dick. I blinked my eyes open watching my brother smelling my cum. His face was curious but he grimaced at the smell. "That smells yucky, what was it? Can you do it again? Why don't I have any yucky goop? Does it feel good or does it hurt when it shoots out?" How much can you make? Can you do it again, please? "Slow down Xander," I smiled, messing with his limp little dick, "it is cum, you get it when you are older and it is the best feeling ever when it shoots out." My brother continued to pester me with questions as I cleaned us up with a dirty t-shirt. I did my best to answer him. I started to feel a little guilty; I just exposed my little brother to something he should not know about for years. Then I thought about Kyle and his step brother, Kyle hated his stepbrother for making him suck his dick. Would Xander be mad at me? I walked my little brother to his bedroom not bothering to put anything on either of us. I helped him into bed and pulled the sheet up. He smiled at me so sweetly. "Can I have a kiss good night?" He peeped, turning his head to the side. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. I was so uncertain of what I had done and knew it was a very bad thing to do with my little brother. I wished I could undo it somehow but I couldn't. I just would never do anything to him again and hope he forgot about it. "Can I have a kiss on my wienie too?" Xander giggled exposing his cute little limp wiener. "Sure you can." I whispered forcing his tight foreskin back so I could suck his mushroom for a moment, it flared out hard. "I like that, Kev." Xander sighed as he drifted to sleep. Having sucked Xander to sleep I made my way to the kitchen for some of milk. I tilted the carton and gulped at the cool liquid. "Get a glass Kiddo." My dad sighed from behind me. Totally caught off guard I spun around and held the milk carton in front of my privates. "Dad, what are you doing here?" I panicked. "Getting some milk." Dad chuckled. My dad took the milk carton from me and I covered my dick, dashing to my bedroom. Slamming the door shut I dove into bed, curled up into a tight ball and pulled the covers up over my head. I can't believe I messed up so bad! What was Dad thinking? Did he see me sucking Xander's dick? Fuck this is so weird, I was weird! I froze when my dad came into my room and sat on the bed. I jumped a little and started to cry softly when he started rubbing my back. "It is okay, Buddy." My dad whispered into my ear, kissing my cheek that was covered by the sheet. I could hear him sniffing the air and fishing around on the floor. Then he sat back and took a big sniff, my t-shirt, no! My dad chuckled and I could tell he tossed my nasty t-shirt. Then he started rubbing me again. He tried to pull at the sheet that I had clamped over my face. I held tight and he stopped trying to expose me. As I was rubbed I did not know what to do so I just stayed frozen in my place. "You know Kiddo you need to wash under your foreskin when you are finished," Dad whispered, squeezing and rolling my shoulder, "you are becoming a young man, Son." I shrugged my shoulders just hoping he would leave me alone but as he rubbed me more I started to relax. He was using both hands rubbing me from head to toe; squeezing, kneading and massaging me deeply through the covers. God, it felt amazing, I relaxed more. Then I rolled to my tummy, crossed my arms and rested my head on then. Dad rubbed my back and lowered the covers from my back stopping short of exposing my butt. He was straddling me his muscular legs spread on either side of my thighs. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. I took in the familiar smell of the man rubbing me, my dad. He kissed my ear causing shivers down my body and my dick filled out. Fuck, not my dad! Then he pulled at my side. "Roll over Sweetie; we should talk a bit," Dad whispered into my ear, "it's okay." I reluctantly rolled over petrified about what he would say. Why did I get some milk? Pulling the covers back up under my chin I looked into my dad's eyes. I could feel more tears on the way but held back. He smiled sweetly and rubbed the single tear rolling down my cheek. Then he kissed me there. "This talk is over do, Kiddo." Dad sighed, rubbing my chest. "What talk?" I gulped. "It is too late to tell you boys your age will start to change," Dad whispered, "you are already making sperm." "Am I bad Daddy," I gulped, "for touching it?" "No, no Kiddo, you have to play with your penis so you can grow up." Dad smiled running his fingers through my hair. "Everybody does it, you have been playing with your penis as long as I can remember, but now you make sperm." "You know that I play with my thingy?" I gasped. "I always have, you have just got better about hiding it the last few years." Dad whispered lovingly, rubbing my chest, pulling the covers down. "Alexander plays with his too, and so do I." I started to get that feeling again as my dad rubbed my arms, chest and tummy. I closed my eyes and thought about my dad jerking his dick. I kind of knew that everyone played with them self but I do stuff with other boys and even my little brother. I can't even look at another boy or even a man without thinking about his dick! Why was this happening to me? I pushed the thoughts from my mind and just enjoyed the intimate attention my dad was giving me, long over do attention. I knew he could see the tent I was pitching under the covers but there was no way of hiding it. "You are turning into a beautiful young man, Son." Dad whispered, rolling my biceps in his fingers. As his hands slid down my body I held my breath. Was he going to rub me lower? His movements were really slow. I could feel each of his fingers glide lightly over my skin. My heart was pounding. Did I really want my dad to touch me there? I did, my middle was all weird, tingly and excited. As his fingers slipped past my belly button my dick started to swell even more. No I don't want to be so hard when he pulls the covers off my privates. I was terrified but it did not stop my throbbing, leaking dick. I felt him grab the sheet; he lifted it peaking under at my dick, this was it! But then he chuckled and pulled the sheet up over my body. "Good night, Kev." Dad smiled patting my chest. After a sweet kiss on my forehead my dad was gone. I got up and turned off my desk lamp before curling up in my bed holding my retreating dick. I thought about what he had said and it was nothing I did not know about, except him knowing I played with my dick. I guess that was the big "sex talk" I had heard about. I needed to warn Xander in the morning to be careful when he played with his dick. I smiled thinking about Jon and me jacking off together, did he like me? With imaginary images of Jon and me cuddling naked I drifted off to sleep. "Kevin you need to get ready for church." Dad called into my room. "Five more minutes, Dad." I mumbled, turning to the wall and pulling my pillow over my head. I honestly did not know why we went to church, it sucked. I would be shuffled off with the teenagers for teen class and Xander would be with the littler kids. I would daydream while the older boys would through random objects at me, pencil erasers and spit wads mostly. I ignored them and just put up with it. The Youth pasture droned on and eventually stopped the boys who were teasing me. "Now guys, it is time to reflect on last week and pray for next week," Pasture Bob shushed, "Brother Raymond please lead us." Ray seemed to go on forever asking for forgiveness for picking on his sisters and prayed that he would be kinder next week. I asked for forgiveness for messing with Alexander and Kyle, jacking Jon off, wanting my dad to touch me and constantly thinking about naked boys while I jacked off. I thanked God for sperm and the good feeling that came with it. I promised to be better next week and to think about girls when I jacked off. "Amman." The rest of the day was like any other Sunday. Xander and me begged for McDonalds after church and we got peanut butter and jelly when we were home. We got scolded for not changing when Xander dribbled jelly down his white shirt, we changed. Dad watched sports, drank beer and yelled at the TV. Xander went next-door to play with Jimmy. Me? I sat in my room and watched Nic Teen wishing I had my own game consol. Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide came on I instantly got interested because I really liked the kid who played Ned, his real name is Devin something. I softly closed my door and slipped my shorts and boxers down. I studied everything about the boy tuning out the other actors and not paying attention to the plot. I rubbed my dick fast rolling my balls with my free hand. Then I started to seriously jack off imaging me and Devin sucking each other's dick. "Oh yes, Devin this one is for you!" I panted, shooting my cum! As I recovered I felt like shit, he was an actor! Why was I like this? I cleaned up and pulled on my shorts and vans without socks. I ran out of the front door with my dad hollering at me about where I was going. I did not know. My skateboard was my escape. Alone with the wind in my face I cried, I cried hard. It was freaking hot and the skate park was empty, thankfully empty. I sat at the picnic table under the only shade and stared out into space. Snot dripped from my nose and tears dried on my face before they could drip. "I'm sorry Xander, I am so fucking sorry!" I cried, "I love you Xander!" There was no one to hear me cry and plead but it helped a little. I flew off the jumps and grinded my heart out crying all the while. Finally I was done. I listened the wheels of my board roll on the street as I went back home, the drone was comforting somehow. Dad was asleep on the couch, the coffee table holding a half dozen empty beer cans. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 3:15. "Great, Dad." I mumbled. This only made me feel worse, worse until I heard Xander and Jimmy banging around in the kitchen. I could feel the joy and excitement build as I listened to the little guys raid the refrigerator. Jimmy's voice was high and shrill, I loved it. But why did I love it? I never really paid any attention to the boy half my little brother's age before. Now I was holding my breath so I could hear him better. I had to see them. I busted the little guys with ice cream and milk in the kitchen. "What are you guys up to?" I beamed at the little boys caught in the act. "We are having ice cream, Kev," Xander peeped with a brown circle of chocolate around his lips, "I asked Dad." "Right what did he do, snore that it was okay?" I laughed, "I'm going to get some too. You guys want to watch SpongeBob in my room?" I leaned up against the kitchen counter enjoying the boys eating their treat, legs dancing freely as they sat at the table. There it was again, that weird tingly feeling inside of me. Jimmy was so cute! I studied the small boy, his short curly black hair, his cute little ears sticking out, amazing big brown eyes with long lashes, his little cargo shorts, the tiny lump in the front, his tattered little red sneakers, laces hanging untied that held his small feet. His kicking thin dark brown legs were amazing. My dick swelled as I took in his supple shins. He was small, really small. His brown eyes were sparkling darting around as he chattered. Like my little brother his rump was plump. His arms and legs were plump and short; his tummy was round and stuck out a little. God, he was a beautiful little black boy! Why was I getting hard? "Let's go to Kev's room Jimmy." Xander mumbled his mouth full of his last bite. We put our bowls in the sink and wiped off the table. Then I followed the boys down the hall my eyes glued on their shirtless backs right where they dipped into their shorts. I did not know how but I needed to kiss and smell Jimmy's soft dark skin. My dick was pushing hard against my shorts struggling against the fabric, fully hard. I stopped in the bathroom and steadied myself against the sink gasping for air. I reached into my shorts and adjusted my hard shaft finding the tip slick and wet. "What the freak is wrong with me?" I sighed looking into the reflection of my eyes for answers. I rinsed a washcloth with warm water, took a deep breath and made my way to my bedroom. Xander was standing a few feet from the TV talking to the cartoon, so cute! Jimmy was sitting on my bed concentrating on the SpongeBob action. I knelt down by Jimmy just taking the beauty of the boy. I lifted his sticky hand and gently washed it, the boy never even acknowledged my rubbing. His palm was light brown and his fingernails were pink underneath. I kissed the back of his hand before I placed it in his lap and reached for the other one. I loved the bits of grit under his fingernails and I imagined the little guy playing with toy cars in the dirt. I could not help myself; I pulled his hand towards me and sucked on his middle fingers. The residue of chocolate ice-cream made his fingers sweet and tasty. Jimmy giggled and wiggled his miniature fingers in my mouth. Reluctantly I let his hand go and turned my attention to his face decorated with dried chocolate ice-cream. I softly whipped his face with the wash cloth watching his incredible brown eyes shift and move as I mopped his head. His mouth was open, his tongue making random passes on his full lips before retreating exposing his tiny white teeth. His flat little nose got a tweak before I sat back to appreciate my hard work and the beauty of the boy that had been hiding under the mess that had been on his face. God, he was beautiful. Why didn't I notice how amazing he was before today? I leaned in and kissed his cheek, and then I nibbled his ear. He scrunched up his shoulder and wiggled away squirming. "Stop it." Jimmy giggled. I sat next to him pretending to be watching the TV, heart pounding! Slowly I started rubbing Jimmy's knee, thigh, then between his legs. He did not even seem to notice as he concentrated on the cartoon. I held my breath rubbing his soft shorts right between his legs pressed into his immature crotch. I advanced softly touching the small lump in his shorts. He shifted away but my hand followed him. It was like I was somebody else, outside of myself watching. I swallowed hard pulling him onto my lap. He squirmed and wiggled at first but then he settled back resting his head on my chest and shoulder. His bare back on my shirtless chest was amazing and warm. I rubbed my cheek on his soft hair taking in the overwhelming and awesome smell of the boy. My hands slid up and down his chest, under his arms, over his arms and I played in his belly button. The only response I got was him snuggling in tighter. Xander and Jimmy talked about the cartoon during the commercials as if I was not even holding the boy stroking his body. His hair felt incredibly soft against my lips as I kissed the back of his head. I had this really weird feeling as I stroked the boy in my lap and studied the movements of my brother. My brother did not even acknowledge me stroking up and down on Jimmy. They just kept going on about SpongeBob. Both boys turned their full attention back to the TV as soon as their show was back on. Jimmy shifted back on top of my hard on. He wiggled his bottom until he found a good fit. I was beside myself. I knew I should not be rubbing on Jimmy but I could not stop. But after all the kid was just sitting on my lap and I was only rubbing his tummy. Then I moved my fingers to his waist band rubbing it along with the tender skin of his tummy just under. I fully rubbed his stomach playing more in his tight belly button before rubbing back at his waist band. I took a deep breath and continued. He was fully relaxed and seemed to like what I was doing. He was not ticklish at all, I loved it. Then I started rubbing over the front of his shorts biting my lower lip. I felt a bead of sweat roll down from my temple and we were damp between us. I gently moved to the snap on Jimmy's shorts, easy. I felt the fabric relax spreading open as I lowered his zipper. I held my breath, what was I doing? He squirmed a little when I rubbed the soft cartoons that covered his tiny tool hidden by his briefs. My heart was sure to explode as I felt the little spike grow ever so slightly. He shifted again; I realized he must have felt my dick pressing uncomfortably into his butt. I slipped my hand back to the waist band of his briefs ready to advance inside. I closed my eyes and took his intoxicating smell deep into my lungs. I hesitated with just the tip of my middle finger under the elastic band that kept me from his boy treat, my treat! This was it. "What the?" Dad slurred from the living room, kicking the coffee table causing the empty beer cans to hit the floor. I pushed Jimmy off my lap in a panic and dashed for my doorway listening to the commotion of Dad waking up still drunk. What if he came into my bedroom and found Jimmy's pants open? This was messed up, fuck I was messed up. Why would I want to mess with a little kid, shit I am thirteen? "But Dad said it was okay to explore with other boys." I hissed trying to convince myself it was okay. I went to the living room happy to leave the two boys behind. Had I done anything Jimmy he could tell on me? Fuck, what was I thinking? No it was okay, I didn't really play with his dick making it hard. Or did I, shit! "Man, I am such a fuck up!" I hushed under my breath. I went to the kitchen and got three Cokes. When I went back into my bedroom Jimmy gave me a weird look but not a bad look. Then he smiled slightly and I felt better. He had snapped his shorts with the fly still gaping open. I handed the two boys each a Coke getting a big smile from both of them. I knew they would get tummy aches after the ice-cream and milk but I needed some bribes. I pulled Jimmy's zipper up and squeezed his soft shoulder. With a sigh of relief I went to the living room. Dad was sitting up and seemed somewhat confused. I sat on the other end of the couch and started to flip through the channels. Dad fought his way out of his t-shirt. I studied his muscular arms enjoying his movements. His pits were hairy and damp, his chest smooth. I could smell beer and sweat, I like how my dad smelled but the beer was kind of nasty. "I think I'm going to lay down for a while," Dad yawned, "You okay with Alexander?" "I'm fine Dad, go lay down." I sighed, smiling. My dad stumbled and staggered down to his room. I jumped up to help him. The break from Xander and Jimmy gave me the chance to get over my need to mess with either of them, especially Jimmy. That was just messed up! Dad sat on his bed and flopped back into it as I shut his bedroom door. He was barefoot and I lifted his foot to examine it. After all he was passed out. I liked his feet. There were these little hairs on his toes and a little on the top. I sniffed his pink size elevens and only found the smell of sweaty feet, I liked the way my dad's feet smelled. I helped him get on top of his bed and then decided to take his pants off. My heart started racing as I slowly undid Dad's belt, I paused. Then I reached for the button at the top of his zipper. I froze as he shifted and groaned. I noticed a small, almost invisible trail of dark red hair the seemed to come out of his belly button and dip into his shorts. Why had I not noticed before? I could hear and feel every click as I lowered his zipper. I had to tug hard on his shorts to get them off; he did not help at all. I studied his body and wondered if I would look the same when I grew up. His thighs were creamy white and his shins were tan with a light dusting of hair. His boxers were small and the fly gaped open a little. I undid the button on the middle of the fly and they gaped open more. It was dark in where his dick was hiding and the smell was strong, I was lost in it. I watched my shaky fingers spread his fly and I saw his shaft resting in the dark red hair that snuggled it. He groaned and smacked his lips, I held him on his back not letting him roll over. I knew he could wake up at any time so I had to get my feel fast. I reached into his boxers through the gaping opening. It was surprisingly warm and soft there. It was also very irresistible; I had to fish his wiener out! I pulled and he shifted as his limp noodle appeared. I held it gently rolling it in my fingers, amazing. I knew he would beat the heck out of me if he knew what I was doing! I stroked his shaft, nothing. I leaned in and smelled his mushroom I had just rolled out of his foreskin. "Yikes!" I gasped quietly. "It stinks, yuck!" I rolled his soft member in my fingers hoping he would get hard but not wake up. I pulled back on his skin and enjoyed the weight. My eyes widened and my heart pounded as I felt Dad's flesh stretch and as it grows in my fingers. I slowly slide his foreskin enjoying the huge red glistening mushroom that would pop out on the down stroke. Suddenly Dad groaned and shifted reaching to scratch his balls, I froze! His hand came to rest up against my hand that was still holding his shaft. I started to tremble and sweat was pouring out of me. I was gasping trying to catch my breath! His heavy pole started its retreat and soon was limp and soft but still in my grip. He moved again and he wrapped his fingers around mine grunting and licking his lips, I was his prisoner. He started to snore softly and I had to escape, at least his dick was not hard if he woke up. I reached for his arm with my free hand and took a deep breath as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Ever so slowly I moved his arm. His fingers slipped from my hand and I released his dick. I rested his arm down at his side and then I gently returned his limp dick inside of his boxers. Quickly and silently I rushed to my bedroom thankful that the boys had moved to the living room! I dove under my covers and could still smell Jimmy in them. God, I want the kid so badly! "Why am I doing this?" I cried heavily into my pillow, "No more, ever!" I punched my head several times as I sobbed not really hurting myself. Eventually I got it together a little bit. I peeked out and watched Hook that was playing on my TV, a good distraction. My eyes became heavy; I was exhausted for some reason. I fell asleep. "Le Kev, Dad says you need to get up and take a shower." Xander chirped climbing in bed with me, a towel around his waist. I stretched and yawned. Xander poked his finger into my gaping mouth giggling. I sat up and tickled my brother a little watching my pillow get wet from his freshly washed hair. I had slept all day and night till Monday, shit. I sighed in relief because I did not even have the temptation to reach into Xanders towel. He looked so sweet and beautiful. I rubbed his cheek with the back of my hand. God, I loved my little brother! "What?" Xander giggled. "Nothin', Kiddo." I smiled tweaking his nose, "I'll take my shower before school." "Kev, t is Monday morning." Xander laughed, opening his towel to show me his hard little spike. "What the heck let me have that towel." I joked tickling my little brother's balls. I pulled Xander's towel from under his butt as he giggled and squirmed, his little dink bobbing about. I wrapped his towel around my waist and headed down the hall as a naked little boy dashed past me. My little brother was so cute, born to be naked! "Hey Kev, sorry about yesterday," Dad sighed, coming up behind me, "I am such a light weight!" My dad massaged my shoulders as I padded down the hall. I turned right into the bathroom and he went left into the kitchen, Kyle made Ninja moves down at the end of the hall. Ninja moves were awesome when a naked little boy does them. I turned on the shower and steam filled the small bathroom. I climbed into the shower and backed up against the warm spray. The effect was immediate! I looked down and pointed my hard dick up releasing my bladder. I pushed the piss out hard. The stinky warm liquid splashed onto my face and into my open mouth. I blinked my eyes open as my piss subsided. I watched the last dribbles of piss run down my shaft and the open piss slit come to close, fresh yellow drops falling from my face. I turned around and washed my face giggling. It was nasty but I liked my secret pee play. I swallowed what little piss was in my mouth before rinsing it out. "Sweet!" I whispered, proud of myself. As I finished washing my hair the water came on in the sink. As usual when I took a morning shower Xander would be brushing his teeth and fixing his hair. I stepped out and grabbed the towel Xander and I had shared. I watched my brother hum, dance and squirm as he combed his hair different ways. I had only one way, however I could get it to stay down. I smiled at him and his reflection smiled back. His movements were so cute. He was wearing a clean pair of cargo shorts and slip on red Vans, adorable. "Make sure you put some socks on or you feet will stink-a-roo, Xander." I sighed kissing his cheek before heading back to my room. "I'm starting your toaster waffle Kev," Dad sang from the kitchen, "hurry up." Before I knew it I was walking the crowded halls of my middle school happy to be invisible. I looked out of my English class window seeking out Kyle, nothing. I could hear the usual chatter and abandoned my efforts before the bell rang. "Hey Kev," Jon smiled at me. "Oh hi!" I stuttered nervously, beaming from ear to ear. My heart sank as I watched him pull his chair away to where the cool kids were. I dug in my backpack as the bell rang pulling my book and homework out. Mr. Dunlap passed the rows looking over everyone's shoulder. My heart raced when he stopped behind me! What was he doing? Then his sausage sized fingers squeezed my shoulder. "Page 237 class; Alison start reading." Mr. Dunlap barked, walking away from me. As usual I was fumbling with my back pack when the bell rang finally ending my hated English class. I slung it over one shoulder and headed for the door. Mr. Dunlap stepped in front of me. I came to a quick stop and looked up at him. "I don't want to be late Mr. Dunlap." I peeped. "Are you getting along okay, Kev?" The giant man asked running his fingers through my hair, "I can help you after school with your home work if you want. We could even go to my house." "Thanks, I'll let you know Sir." Mr. Dunlap squatted down as he pushed the door closed. I trembled as he slipped his hand under my shirt, pulling me in and hugging me. I did not hug back. He smelled like garlic and aftershave and all I wanted was to be free of him! His big hand was rubbing my back as he held me then his fingers worked into the back of my pants and his middle finger slipped down my crack. I was scared to death! What did he want? "Like I said I can help you out, Kev." Mr. Dunlap hissed, his hand slipping further over my butt cheeks. "Thank you, can I go now?" I squeaked, escaping the man. The hall was nearly empty as I ran to my next class; the bell rang. I burst through the door and caught the attention of everyone. I could feel my face turn red and some of the kids giggled. Then my heart jumped, Kyle! He was at the same table as last time and I joined him fast. Mrs. Jackson just grinned sweetly at me, no questions about why I was late. I sat down by Kyle and we smiled at each other. "Get comfortable Kev," Mrs. Jackson sighed, "take your shoes off, Honey." I pushed my shoes off with my feet and Kyle and me started our foot play hidden from view. His beautiful green eyes were sparkling and clear. I loved his sweet smile and those cute freckles, fuck! We quickly stopped our game of footsie when Mrs. Jackson came our way. "This week class we will be learning from the Masters of Modern Art. You will also learn from each other. I have scanned your amazing pieces from last week and each of you will have the chance to let the art move your heart." Great, all I wanted to do was draw and play with Kyle under the table. The teacher put on a movie with classical music as images of artwork scrolled through the scene. It was kind of cool but the best thing was that the room was nearly dark so we could see the projection better. As we watched Kyle's feet found my lap and mine found his. I loved his feet, so small and they smelled amazing. His shins had a nice curve and I could not help but get hard when I rubbed him. Neither of us noticed Mrs., Jackson floating behind us. "Get lost in the beauty." Mrs. Jackson sang. "Look boobs!" George gasped. "Class no outburst, it is art!" Mrs. Jackson scolded. "No, it is a tit!" Conner snickered. "That is quite enough!" Mrs. Jackson scolded. Kyle and me dropped our feet to the floor knowing that from where she was Mrs. Jackson saw us messing around for sure. Then she squatted down between us and rubbed our shoulders. "Okay little Sweeties, go to the class computers and log on to view the artwork. Use the happy faces to let us know how you feel about each one." "You want us to grade the art?" I asked confused, why us? "No cutie," Mrs. Jackson smiled, tweaking my nose, "uses the happy or sad face to show how the art makes you feel." Kyle and me reluctantly made our way to the computers and started to look at the other kid's art, stupid. But Kyle seemed to get into it, he was so cute. "This is lame." I whispered nudging Kyle. "I like this one." Kyle sighed in a whisper. I looked at Kyle's screen and there was a drawing of a little boy and girl hugging, sad faced and tears in their eyes. Kyle clicked the medium sad face. Mine came up next, the picture I drew of Kyle and Xander with the puppies. He clicked the biggest happy face choice, he blushed a little. And so it went, I really tried to let my feelings flow but to tell you the truth most of it caused nothing inside of me to feel anything. I finished fast and was sent back to my seat. Two more kids came and went before Kyle was finished. When he came back to our table he moved his chair around next to me and sat leaning into me as we watched the movie. When the CD was done he sat up so no one would see him resting up against me. I missed him right away. The lights came up and we got our back packs just as the bell rang. "See you after sixth period?" "For sure, Kev!" Kyle chirped, dashing down the hall. Once again my day ended in pain, P.E. class. Fuck I hated it, on top of everything else we were running laps with the athletic class. I felt like crap and some of the boys teased us because the dweeb class of boys worked out with the girls. I had to find a way to get out of P.E. altogether. Then it happened, I tripped on my untied shoelace. The track was hard and I felt the red clay grinding into my hands and knees as I scraped into it. I just wanted to die as the laughter rang out and although the pain coming from my scraped body was intense the pain of embarrassment was worse! "Kev, are you alright!" Jon screamed, dashing to me. "I'm fine!" I snapped. "Leave me alone." Jon was the first to get to me followed by Ms. Miller, my coach. He helped me up and brushed the dirt from me. "Ouch!" I cried as Jon wiped the grit from my knee. "Man that was a bad fall, Kev." Jon comforted. "Here Jonathon, take my key and go into the gym. There is a first aid kit in the office. Thank you, Sweetie" "Don't worry Coach; I will take care of my clumsy Bud!" Jon smiled. Jon held onto me helping me limp to the locker room. He was hot and sweaty and although I felt stupid for tripping I was glad that Jon came to my rescue; just being with him made me felt funny, a very good funny. The locker room felt weird with just the two of us and every sound echoed. I could even hear the water dripping in the shower. Even empty it smelled like sweaty boys and dirty socks. I loved the way boy's locker rooms smelled. "Where is your locker Kev?" "I got it, thanks." "Come on Kev, let me help you." Jon whispered, "Let's get you washed up so I can see the damage." Jon, still holding me helped me the rest of the way to my locker. He disappeared as I fucked with the combination lock, eventually getting it open. When I turned around Jon was standing there naked with our towels in hand. I smiled at him and sat down to take my gym shoes off. "You just sit there I'll do the rest Kev." As usual with Jon it was pointless to argue with him. He slowly and carefully pulled my shoes off massaging my feet as he went for my socks. He smiled as he tugged on them. I could smell my feet and Jon's face was just inches away from them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath all the while his fingers worked my feet. With a silly grin on his face he stood and helped me out of my gym shirt. He pressed the sweaty shirt into his face before setting it down next to me. His hands rubbed my sides and he worked them under my arms. He pulled up slightly. "Stand up." I rose as he lifted me; this was becoming more than just one boy helping another boy. It was getting scary, what if we got caught? But we were not doing anything. So why did I feel like we were? Jon squatted in front of me and pulled my shorts down startling me. He was being careful about my bleeding knees. Jon lifted each of my feet pulling my blue gym shorts free. Now I was starting to freak out! He leaned in and smelled the front of my jock strap; my swollen dick filled jock strap. "What are you doing?" I panicked, backing off. "Just curious, Kev." Jon smiled as he stood up. "Let's hit the shower so I can see if you need a bandage." Jon turned and walked away and I followed like I was in some sort of trance. He had these cute little dimples on his bottom that made me smile. I reached down and tugged on my dick a little. "Shit." I whispered to myself. Realizing I still had my jock on I pealed out of it fast and tossed it in the general direction of my locker. Then I dashed to join Jon. He took me by the hand and eased me into the spray. First he washed the grit from my palms, gently rubbing, lifting each for a soft kiss, I was confused but I loved it. "All better now Kev, my Mom used to kiss my hurts." Jon giggled. "Thanks." I chirped, my voice cracking. Jon got some more soap and squatted in front of me, his face just inches from my dick. God, I was nervous as heck a being in the school locker room with Jon washing me but this was incredible. I closed my eyes in anticipating of him sucking my dick. But why would he? I realized that I was getting hard! "Your knees are scraped up all kinds, Kev." Jon sighed. He gently picked grit out of my torn skin. The break in silence kind of brought me back to earth. Suddenly he stood and put his hands on my shoulders with a big grin and a sparkle in his eyes. "I think you will live." Jon joked. With that he went two showers down and started washing himself. What the fuck was that all about? I thought for sure he wanted to mess with me and boy did I want to mess with him. Was I wrong about everything? I tilted my head back into the water and let it flow over my face. My partial erection faded as I tried to figure out what just happened. "Sally said the Alison thinks you are cute, Kev." Jon peeped out of know where. "I look stupid; you don't have to fuck with me." I glared. "Hey Man, I'm just sayin'." Jon said as irritated as I was. "Well I don't like her." I huffed turning my back to Jon. Why was he brining up girls, five minutes ago he was washing my hands and even kissed my palms. I was half hard the whole time! I just wish I did not get all stupid around him. Why did he do this to me? And what was it about Jonathon A. fucking Siva that made me crazy? I jumped ad froze when I felt his hands squeezing and massaging my shoulders. Shit he was right up close behind me and his dick, his beautiful limp dick was randomly hitting my butt. Then he pushed into me our bodies pressed together. "You know what's stupid, Kev?" Jon whispered into my ear, "You don't even know how amazing and cute you are." Jon walked away, wrapped his towel around his waist and went to the athletic boy's locker room. I should have just played along but no, I had to be an Ass Hole. The bell rang for the P.E. class to come in and slowly the place started to fill with boys. I got dressed and headed out, fuck school was finally over! "Hey Kev, wait up!" Jon shouted running up to me. "What? I thought we were not studying this afternoon!" I barked. I watched the big smile fall from Jon's face and he came to a stop. All I got from him was a confused look as he turned and walked the other way. My heart sank and I felt the tears welling up inside of me. What was wrong with me, a cool kid actually wanted to be my friend and I was a jerk. Kyle chattered as we walked home, all I could think about was Jon even when Kyle slipped his small hand into mine. I felt sick and though I might throw up. "Come on Kev; let's go to my room." Kyle begged pulling me onto his porch. "What about Charlie?" "He is not here, his bike is gone." "Okay, but I can't stay. I need to get Xander from school." "I just need to change, can I come with you?" Kyle asked knowing what my answer would be. Once again I was following my new little Bud into his messy house. I felt much better, warm and safe with the little kid, he was just what I needed and was a welcome distraction after a fucked up day. He randomly pealed out of his clothes as he went on about art class. A shoe here a shoe there, his t-shirt hung on a free door knob, his socks flung randomly. He stopped in his doorway and shook his amazing little butt as he wiggled his briefs down grinning at me over his shoulder. My dick grew fast at the sight of his creamy whit ass and adorable smile. "Come on Kev, let's play really fast." Kyle hissed. I ran and scooped up the kid pushing my shoes off as we landed on his never made bed. He pulled at my t-shirt as I worked out of my shorts and boxers. I tickle fight was in order. I'll get you, Kev!" Kyle cheered his wiggling fingers in my ribs. I retaliated tickling hard into his pits. We were squealing and laughing so fucking hard it hurt. Exhausted we came to rest tangled together with our dicks pressed together. Our mood changed and I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand as I was lost in the green eyes of my amazing friend. His smile was sweet and he had an intriguing look on his face like he was looking inside of me. The stench of this filthy seat soaked sheets was making me hunger for the boy. Without thinking I leaded in and kissed him! What the fuck was I doing? I didn't think I liked tongue kissing but I was first to push mine into his welcoming mouth. After a tongue tangle he pulled back a little. "Sweet, Kev." Kyle hissed before thrusting his tongue back into my wanting mouth. Kyle reached around my back and head and held me there as his tongue poked into my mouth. Yikes! After a brief freak out I relaxed and played the tongue kissy game, I liked it now! As we tongue kissed we humped and my pre-cum was making the space between our dicks slippery and the feeling, shit! Faster and harder we humped. We were gasping for air and the groans coming from the little boy were not little at all. I wanted to slow down and make it last but I couldn't. My dick would push hard between his leg and nut bag before sliding deliberately into his dick! "Here try this." Kyle gasped. I don't know how he got his hand between us but he pushed my dick down so I was fucking him between his legs. Now I was sliding under his balls, up over his pucker and up his crack. He reached under himself and pushed me hard into his crack. It had to hurt him as I thrust at his back door unable to enter! I can't hold it any longer, Kyle!" I cried out, my cum blasting him between his legs and into his pucker. "Oh yes, Kev." Kyle giggled, "You gushed up my butt!" I knew I was smashing the much smaller boy but all I could do is lay on top of him in a sweaty heap, catching my breath. That is when I realized the head of my dick was inside of his butt, yuck! He was rubbing up and down my back, his small fingers dancing on my skin. When he rolled my butt cheeks he pushed down as if he wanted more, I slipped in more. It was hot and unfamiliar inside of the boy. I wanted out! I managed to lift myself and looked into his sparkling green eyes the whites pure and innocent. He giggled as my dick an inch inside of him popped out. "Okay Kyle, your turn," I hissed into his ear. I licked my way down his salty skin spending a lot of time on the buds of his nipples. God, he was delicious and his soft moans were driving me crazy. I licked his sweet deep belly button, kissed it and went further. I gently kissed and licked all around his throbbing little pole. He giggled when I tickled his nut sack with my fingers. He was sticky from my dick juice. I swallowed hard as I swiped over his goo covered pucker. Then I pushed my finger into his hot little hole taking his dick into my mouth. "Oh Kev, that feels amazing." Kyle hissed as I fingered his butt hole while I sucked his pecker. "You are amazing, Buddy." I huffed lustfully. I flinched at the flavors saturating my finger as I tasted the contents of Kyle butt coated with my cum. Even though it was kind of nasty I dipped my finger deeply into his clenching hole for taste after taste sucking my finger clean each time all the while jerking his ridged spike. I was thrusting my rigid member into his bed hard and fast as Kyle twisted and squirmed under my devouring attack. I felt my second round of cum starting to swirl deep inside of me but I had to get this horny kid off first. I rolled his useless tiny balls in my fingers, poked around up his butt, jerked his hot staff and sucked the shit out of him. I could tell he was close, just like me. I had memorized every inch of his shaft, foreskin and piss slit with my tongue. He got ridged, squeaking and grabbed my hair. He thrust forward sinking his pulsating dick as far as he could into my loving, sucking mouth. He spent his dry load hard. Then I exploded in my second cum. There was not much wet cum but my dick gave his dirty sheets as much as it could. It was an amazing nearly dry cum. He pushed me off of him and I came up next to him resting the side of my head into his. We didn't say a word letting the moment swirl around in our minds. We both sat straight up as slow clapping and cigarette smoke filled the heavy air. I quickly pulled the sheet over us the best I could and trembled in fear. "Well, well, well what do we have here; a couple of Fagot lovers?" Charlie taunted. Hash Well part three, what do you think? I love that a few of you shared some personal stuff and that I was able to share from my childhood too. Please share more. I also like feedback on the story and especially if it makes you Randy, thank you Paul. I try to answer all comments (unlike some authors) so please write me even if you have not written and author before, it means a lot. Your fantasies or past experiences are awesome to read about!