Date: Tue, 07 Sep 2021 05:50:27 +0000 From: Mick Juventus Subject: Kyle Knuckles Under - Chapter 1 (young-friends) *** Welcome, Adults. Nifty does not require a subscription. Consider contributing the money from your "swear jar" to Nifty. Thanks. And now to our story ... *** Chapter 1 As Kyle toweled off from his shower he stepped closer to the large bathroom mirror to admire himself. His eyes drifted from his wet blond hair to his proud boy prong. Today was his 12th birthday and it really looked like his body was starting to take shape. Yes, he liked the look of his taut chest and abs but what he most admired was his growing prong. He jostled it with the towel and it swung softly at 4.5 inches. It was a rich pink color from shaft to knob although the knob did turn red when it engorged with blood. Kyle thought it was so cool that he could hang his towel on his boyhood and it would support the weight. And why shouldn't it. Stiffened it was a solid 6.5 inches long and surprisingly thick from pubis to knob. The knob was his crowning treasure. It was mushroom shaped and bulged a solid quarter inch wider than the shaft on all sides. He couldn't wait to get his birthday present: his first cell phone. He planned to take pictures of his entire body in various poses in front of a mirror to create an entire photo essay of his boyhood pride from soft to stiff. You only go through puberty once and he wanted to document it. His best friend Alex got his first phone six months ago when he turned 12. Alex gave Kyle the idea of documenting puberty and had been taking pictures of himself and Kyle as they developed. Exciting activities often followed "picture time" but they had agreed not to record them--at least for the time being. School had just started after a long hot summer. Since Kyle's birthday was on a school night the family agreed to have a private dinner celebration and then a party on Friday night including a sleepover. After a lasagna dinner Kyle opened presents. He thanked his 14 year old brother Tim for the new video game with a bro hug. He might thank Tim some more later once they had privacy. His real enthusiasm was for the gift from his parents: the mobile phone. "This is perfect," exclaimed Kyle! "I promise to take good care of it." "Thanks Mom and Dad." Kyle's brother Tim did him a favor and put it on the charger so they could do set up later. The fast charger got the phone battery to 100% shortly after they finished having birthday cake. "Hey Tim, can we set my phone up now?" "I'm really anxious to make my first call and I can't call Alex after 9:30 pm." "Sure we can," said Tim. "Your room or mine?" The boys adjourned to Tim's room where they shared a small couch. Tim sat down with Kyle along side. Kyle was practically in Tim's lap. "Move over dude," urged Tim. Kyle shifted to the right but his thigh was soon touching Tim's as he leaned in so he could see his phone screen. Tim asked a few questions including "Do you want Siri enabled?" Kyle had heard enough stories about "the Internet of Things" and Siri's uncanny ability to misunderstand commands and do crazy shit. "No thanks Tim, I don't need Siri eavesdropping on me and taking control of my life," Kyle said with a laugh. "Oh, and I don't want iCloud either." "Why not?" asked Tim. "iCloud is free storage," noted Tim. "Cuz Alex said so," Kyle replied. "I don't know the technical stuff but Alex's dad works in computer security and he won't let Alex use iCloud. "Something about privacy concerns and Apple sending your photos to groups connected to law enforcement if they don't like what they see." "Okay, but iCloud is on by default, so I'll have to turn it off," explained Tim. Tim decided he would have to look this up once they were done setting up the phone. He didn't like the idea of some corporation spying on his private photos. He knew Kyle had an active imagination so he really didn't think Kyle knew what he was talking about. But he did know that Alex's dad was a computer expert so there might be something to it. Tim handed the phone to Kyle and asked, "Ready to make your first phone call?" "Heck yeah," said Kyle and he took the slip of paper out of his pocket that his friend Alex had given him. He read the phone number on the paper and put it into the phone. It rang a couple of times and was answered with "It is another beautiful evening at the Red Pony Saloon and Continual Soiree." It was Alex's voice and Kyle broke up laughing. He recognized the phone greeting from the TV show Longmire, which the boys had been binging. They would lay belly down, butt up, side by side, watching episode after episode pausing for occasional washroom breaks, drinks, and spontaneous wrestling attacks. "I see you got your phone birthday boy," taunted Alex. "How does it feel to be the big 12.0?" "It feels great and will feel even better at the continual soiree, I mean sleepover, on Friday," giggled Kyle. The boys talked for a few minutes and then Alex sent Kyle his first text. It was picture of Alex in just his boxer briefs somewhat aroused. "Alex, You know my mom is sitting next to me and really likes what she sees," replied Kyle. Before Alex could think of a response Kyle sent another text, "Gotcha! Just joking. CU in school tomorrow." It was 10:00 pm so Kyle grabbed some soccer shorts and headed to the washroom he and Tim shared. Moments later Kyle's clothes were in a pile on the floor and he wore just the soccer shorts. He admired himself in the big mirror and flexed his slender biceps. After peeing and brushing his teeth Kyle headed over to Tim's bedroom. "Did you come to tuck me in?," teased Tim. "In a manner of speaking," replied Kyle as he crawled on to Tim's double bed. "Glad to see you are already shirtless," said Kyle. "Lay on your stomach for me," urged Kyle as he straddled his brother's back. "My phone worked great and I traded text messages with Alex," chatted Kyle. "I want to thank you for setting my phone up." Kyle began rubbing his hands on Tim's shoulders and giving them hard squeezes. As he squeezed he moved his thumbs in small circles. Soon he was using his hands to trace circles on Tim's middle and lower back. Kyle began working his knuckles into Tim's lower back and upper butt. "I'm gonna give you a good knuckling tonight." "Are you ready," asked Kyle. Tim replied with a long moan. Kyle curled his middle and index fingers on both hands so that the knuckles protruded. He leaned forward and pushed his knuckles into the space between Tim's shoulder blades. He worked his knuckles in circles pushing firmly. He worked his way down Tim's spine making him writhe. When he reached Tim's waistband he scraped the back of his fingernails up Tim's spine and did not stop until he reached his neck. Next Kyle started knuckling the back of Tim's neck and pushed slowly up his head until he reached the top of his scalp. "Oh god that feels good," moaned Tim. Kyle responded by slowly but surely knuckling his way back down the head and neck and then set loose of the shoulder blades. Tim was alternatingly relaxed and tense. Kyle slowly rocked his hips as he ground his knuckles down Tim's back. This time Kyle didn't stop at his brother's waistband. Kyle shifted his hips down a few inches so he was straddling Tim's upper thighs. His knuckles dug into Tim's buttocks in a random pattern that Tim found impossible to anticipate. Kyle resumed rocking his hips forward into the bottom of Tim's buttocks. Tim started lifting his hips up to better meet Kyle. Kyle loved the feel of Tim's strong back and tense buttocks. He use to just squeeze them but found by experiment that Tim really reacted to a good knuckling. Kyle halted the knuckle job long enough to grab Tim's waistband with both hands and slide the lads shorts and underpants down to his ankles and then off his feet. He immediately resumed grinding his knuckles into Tim's firm bottom and got excited as Tim clenched his butt cheeks together. Kyle quickly shifted his knuckles to the crease of the clenched cheeks and began working his knuckles against the flesh to force the cheeks apart. Again and again he applied his knuckles to Tim's bottom in every direction. He pushed the cheeks together only to immediately drag his knuckles from top to bottom and then push the cheeks outward. Kyle wondered how knuckling would work on his mate Alex. Alex was in great shape but had a plump rump. After dozens of iterations Tim was humping the mattress. When Kyle saw this he palmed Tim's left cheek with one hand and drove the knuckles of his right hand directly into Tim's crease. Kyle maintained the outward pressure on his brother's left cheek while dragging the knuckles of his right hand up and down Tim's crease. Kyle paused for emphasis at Tim's most vulnerable depression. Now the knuckling had a new and stronger effect on Tim. Instead of humping the mattress he raised his hips lifting his bottom toward the knuckles and giving Kyle better access. This was all the invitation Kyle needed to depress the knuckle of his middle finger squarely into Tim. Kyle pushed in but not to penetrate deeply. He wanted enough depth to push and pull his knuckle in every direction, left then right, then up, then straight in with a jabbing repetition, only to drag his knuckle up the crease and work the base of Tim's spine. Kyle had been working over Tim's back and rumps for over 15 minutes and his hands were tiring. He began to gently knuckle Tim's right cheek while releasing his left cheek. Tim started to relax but was jolted to full alert when Kyle's left hand seized his hairless ball sack and gently, but persistently tugged downward. The effect on Tim was immediate. He lifted his hips so Kyle could get at his defenseless balls more freely. Kyle loved that reaction and grasp both orbs and tugged in rhythm with the knuckling of Tim's right rump cheek. Kyle began to add squeezes to the ball sack but only when it was stretched taut. He relaxed his grip as his hand traveled back up between Tim's legs and seized the innocent balls for yet another combination of tugging, squeezing and rump knuckling. Kyle was now 25 minutes into Tim's knuckling and bedtime was nigh. He leaned forward and stretched his body across Tim's back and whispered the words Tim so wanted to hear, "roll over." The 14 year old smoothly rolled being careful not to knock his brother off him. Tim gazed up in to Kyle's eyes revealing an attraction and affection far too few boy's would ever know. Tim never took Kyle's feelings for granted. He knew he was the big brother if only by two years. Tim reached for Kyle and drew his head forward for a peck on the lips. Kyle dissolved into his brother's arms and pressed his lips tightly against Tim's. Tongues battled pushing and swirling about and then suction began, first on Kyle's tongue and then on Tim's. The tongue joisting persisted until Kyle was breathless. Kyle lifted his lips away ever so slightly and began to pant into his brother's mouth. Tim extended his tongue and licked at the ridges of Kyle's lips being careful not to impede his breathing. Tim wanted Kyle to recover quickly so the fun could resume. He traced the edges of Kyle's lips and wet them thoroughly. After two or three minutes of this treatment Kyle was recovered. He sat up and shifted his body down between Tim's legs. Tim was happy to spread his legs in anticipation of what would follow. His dick was a steel rod leaking a viscous fluid at the tip. Tim needed relief and soon. "I'm gonna give you a knuckle job you'll never forget," boasted Kyle. Kyle positioned himself between Tim's thighs and held up his hands so Tim could see as he form his hands back into knuckle machines. Kyle softly pressed the two center knuckles of each hand into Tim's pubis and began softly working his way around every inch of Tim's modest bush. The dick below that velveteen bush was reaching to the sky like a rocket on a launch pad. If Tim had his way it would soon launch. Kyle was on his knees during this pubis knuckling and remained so as he shifted his focus to the base of Tim's teen pride. The knuckles pushed in on either side of the base of Tim's dick. It was a fine, sturdy dick that was perhaps two inches across and six, may be even seven inches tall. It seemed to grow taller as Kyle's knuckles worked him over. No inch of Tim's shaft escaped knuckling as Kyle's hands traveled up and down, and then up and down again and again. Kyle continued the knuckle job as he lowered his head and brushed Tim's straining dick. But Kyle's wet lips weren't meant for the dick. They seized upon the defenseless orbs that rested between Tim's thighs. Tim sucked in his breath as knuckles drove into his dick and a pair of very wet lips began nuzzling his balls. Soon the balls were drawn into a furnace of mouth which laved them in a tongue bath. The dick was actually leaking steadily at this point. Kyle knew that Tim could shoot cum but before that he could draw quite a lot of pre-cum out of his brother's dick. Kyle didn't know what edging was from some health class lesson. For all he knew he invented it. He certainly had mastery at the tender age of twelve. Of course he began practicing his craft when Tim had turned 12 which meant Kyle was only 10 at the time he began his art. At first, all Tim's dick did was "leak" but quite soon Kyle got his first face full as he stared down the barrel so to speak whilst running his hands up and down Tim's shaft. But today's technique had evolved into something that left both Kyle and Tim insatiable. Kyle began sucking the balls while pushing his nose forward. Tim whimpered for Kyle to finish him. Kyle liked being in control so he ignored the pleas for release. Another five minutes of dick knuckling and ball sucking would ensue before Kyle removed his lips from Tim's balls. Kyle curled all his finger's into knuckles and rhythmically traveled up and down the full length of Tim's shaft. By this point Tim had closed his eyes fearing Kyle would further prolong his climax. Tim was wrong tonight. Without so much as a whisper, as the knuckling continued uninterrupted, Kyle planted his lips around Tim's neglected knob and sucked in for dear life. Tim's eyes flew open as he was jolted back into Kyle's world of Dickneyland. Only the attractions were focused on his body and Kyle operated all the rides. Tim's dick was the sole attraction open now as Kyle neglected Tim's balls and rump and focused 100% on the dick. The knuckling persisted up and down and the suction of Kyle's mouth was focused entirely upon Tim's knob. For added pleasure Kyle's tongue was swirling in circles around the dick keeping it wet and excited as the suction pulled every spare drop of blood into Tim's engorged dick. Tim felt it happening. It started with his balls as they drew themselves up and soon he felt muscle spasms forcing the cum from his balls up his urethra and into his clenching shaft. Kyle sensed it too but only intensified his knob sucking and shaft knuckling. Faster and faster he knuckled as Tim's hips thrust up trying to bury his dick in Kyle's mouth. Tim's buttocks involuntarily clenched. Cum began spurting into Kyle's mouth and throat. Spasm after spasm sent multiple loads up the dick and down the throat. And when Tim started to lower his hips Kyle sucked so hard it seemed he held Tim up off the mattress by sheer dick suction. Finally, Kyle opened his mouth and released Tim back to the mattress. Now it was Tim who was panting. Kyle licked his own lips and swallowed several times making sure he got the juice he so very much loved. Without discussion, Kyle rose and started toward the door. He paused and picked up Tim's soccer shorts and underpants. He tossed them to Tim who was still so delirious they landed on his face. Tim moved them aside and spoke to Kyle. "Hey Kyle, you were fantastic!" "Come over here so I can give you a special birthday present." *** End of Chapter 1 *** Encouraging comments welcome. Hope you enjoyed. Cheers, Mick. *Do your own research and draw your own conclusions before installing iOS version 14.7.1 (or higher version) on your iPhone/iPad. You can change the settings on your device so that photos/videos remain on your device and are not uploaded to iCloud.