Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2021 04:38:11 +0000 From: Mick Juventus Subject: Kyle Knuckles Under - Chapter 8 *** Thanks to those who support Nifty financially. Donate frequently and often. *** And now to our story ... *** Chapter 8 - Ricky's New Beginning *** Andrew had come in the middle of the night and repeated the treatment of cream and lotion to where Ricky had been invaded by not one, but five boys. Ricky had clutched his friend and rescuer Angus as the treatments were fingered into him by Andrew. As the anaesthetic melted Ricky's discomfort away, he cooed softly at the gentle fingering. In the morning Ricky and Angus woke in the bed they were sharing and exchanged morning greetings. They decided to take a shower together. The warm water felt wonderful after a sound night's sleep. "Angus, do you want me to wash your back?" ask Ricky. "Yeah, sure, just as soon as I rinse out the shampoo," replied Angus. Angus planted his feet apart and faced the shower. He let the water drench down his head, face and front while Ricky ran a soap bar over the boy's strong shoulders and back. "That feels great Ricky," said Angus as the boy rubbed the soap all over Angus's back. Angus had been forced to watch while five boys ages 14-16 plundered Ricky. He and Ricky had never been intimate. Ricky was too nervous to run his hands down Angus's rump let alone his front. "Can we change places?" ask Ricky. "Sure, why don't you start washing your hair while I finish lathering myself and then I'll get to you," said Angus. Angus knew Ricky had been through a lot but it was morning and it had been two days since he had gotten off. He soaped Ricky's shoulders and put the bar down. He kneaded the boy's shoulders firmly working his fingers from the neck to the deltoids and back again repeatedly. He applied more soap to Ricky's back and began to rub his back and scratch his nails down the lad's back. "Oooh Angus, you don't know how good that feels!" murmured Ricky. Angus reached Ricky's waist but continued to lather his bottom. Ricky had the most well-defined buttocks Angus had ever seen. He knew the kid was obsessed with running and soccer but figured he must be genetically predisposed to have such a muscular posterior at only age 14. "Is this okay?" ask Angus as he pulled Ricky into him. "I feel great. Wash whatever you can reach" said Ricky. Angus had left the lather on his own body and drew the soapy boy's back against his chest. He reached around and ran his hands over Ricky's chest, spreading soap as he palmed circles all around his chest. They were far enough back in the shower that the water no longer rinsed Ricky. He could feel something hard and thick pressing against his bottom and lower back. Ricky had seen Angus's erection when he pronged Jonny at the tent. It was massive! "Ricky, are you sure it's okay if I keep lathering you up? I'm getting kinda excited," said Angus. "Drop you hands a little lower and you'll see that I am too," replied Ricky. Angus ran his hand down the area where there would be a treasure trail if Ricky had grown one. But he was still smooth particularly because those boys in the tent had plucked his sparse and newly grown pubic hairs. Angus squeezed Ricky's root and ran his hands forward to the tip. "You're uncut, I forgot about that. Is it okay if I skin you," ask Angus. "Oh, yeah, please, umm, thanks Angus, ohh," Ricky managed to croak out. Angus gently skinned Ricky and then polished his knob in soap. Ricky was fully aroused and hoped Angus might give him some relief. Angus stepped back from Ricky long enough to bend his own erection down and slip it between Ricky's legs. With his left hand Angus grasp both of their erections and squeezed them together as Ricky moaned. Angus's' right hand reached around and cupped Ricky's balls and began massaging soap into them. "I thought I could beat us both off at the same time if you don't mind my dick sticking between your legs. I'm shorter than you so we're a perfect fit," said Angus. Ricky had peered down and felt inadequate. He was a little over four inches long and Angus was double his length and easily twice his girth. Still, he loved the sensation of being beaten off while snugged up against Angus's man slab. "Lean back into my chest and let me take control," said Angus. Ricky practically swooned into Angus's chest as the boy worked his dick. Angus was use to milking cows and he had the perfect touch for milking a teat or a dick. With a dick he ran his thumb over the knob at the end of each milking stroke. Ricky was leaning back but began to sway his hips a little causing pleasures to tremble through Angus as his massive dick got squeezed between Ricky's legs. "Don't stop Angus! I'm so close!," said Ricky. "Me too," echoed Angus as he continued to squeeze their dicks together as he milked Ricky. Both boys let out moans as they shot cum against the shower walls. They were overdue for a good cum so it felt especially fine. As they finished cleaning up Ricky turned and gave Angus a kiss on the lips. Angus stared at him a moment giving Ricky a bit of a fright. But then Angus stepped into Ricky and kissed him back. The tension drained out of Ricky. "Hey Angus, you ever flown on an airplane?" ask Ricky. "No. Why do you ask that?" said Angus. "Well, I was wondering if they charged you for extra luggage when you brought that dick of yours with you," joked Ricky making Angus laugh. The lads began toweling off as they made their way back to Angus's bedroom. As they entered they were followed by Angus's brother Andrew. "Hey guys, good morning," said Andrew. "I was hoping to catch you before you showered but it's no big deal." "Ricky, how are you feeling today?" ask Andrew. Andrew had been taking care of Ricky by applying a soothing cream and lotion. "I feel good. No soreness, well, a little tender, but I don't hurt," said Ricky. "Would you mind if I check you out just for good measure?" ask Andrew. "Heck no. I totally trust you," replied Ricky. "Okay, great. Before you put on your briefs can you get onto Angus's bed on all fours," ask Andrew. Andrew pulled Ricky's cheeks apart and studied the boy's entrance. The rosebud was fully closed and light pink. He then put ordinary vaseline on his index finger and worked it into Ricky's bottom. He probed the walls for excessive tenderness but found none. He rubbed Ricky's boy bump making Ricky moan and coo for more. "Ricky, I'm impressed! Everything looks and feels like you have recovered. Whoever went first at the tent did you a favor. He must have used extra lube and taken his time loosening you up. If he hadn't I think you would still be in pain. I'm not sure how to put this ... but I think you can resume your daily conditioning runs but I wouldn't use that muscular ass of yours for anything else," said Andrew. "Not to worry, I'm hanging with Angus and he can knock on my backdoor all he wants, but I'm still not answering," said Ricky with a smile. "Have you guys experienced any trouble those five boys? I'm happy to intervene," said Andrew. "I'm pretty sure that won't be necessary. We got photos and video of the ringleader so I expect he'll leave us alone," said Angus. "Ricky, Liam went first so he prepped you. And I've been meaning to give you a message from him. Liam told me at the tent to tell you he was awfully sorry he attacked you and that you can do anything you want to him and he won't resist. Kind of an open door. He was nice to me too so I think he means it," said Angus. Ricky's cell phone chimed that he had a text message. He opened his phone but didn't recognize the phone number. He clicked on the video and went silent and turned pale. "Who is it Ricky? Let me see," said Angus. Angus watched the video clip and so did Andrew. Angus threw an arm around Ricky's waist and said, "I'll take care of this." Ricky was so upset he fell into Angus's arms. The video clip of him being spit roasted by the Kincaid twins brought back memories of that entire night. *** End of Chapter 8 *** Author's rely on reader reaction so drop me a line and tell me what you think. Feel free to make suggestions of how you would like the story to proceed. Email mick.juventus@protonmail.com