Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2020 20:54:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Casey Monoghan Subject: Little Helpers (Gay/Young Friends) I hope you enjoy this story! If you do, let me know! You guys have been so nice. email: monoman89@yahoo.com And don't forget to donate to nifty again for this wonderful service! Little Helpers Alexis was in my mom's dance class, and even though she was at least my mom's age I just felt like we had a special bond. She had a great sense of humor, and she was fun and free spirited, and she was one of those women who knew she was beautiful and just exudes sexual confidence. And boy did she know how to make me blush! I loved that an adult felt comfortable joking with me as if I were an adult, most adults just pretended that anyone under 16 was completely naive about sex, and having just turned 14 I was generally treated as if I knew even less, so it was just so fun and refreshing that she respected me enough to make her little jokes and innuendos. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't attracted to her, I'm 100% into boys, and a part of me believes she knows it, which made me nervous and a little excited, since I'd never told anyone. I was even more interested in getting to know her better once I met her son Eric at one of their dance performances. He was just like her, blond and blue eyed and sexy and confident. And he was openly gay! But he was 17, practically a whole generation of difference when you're a teenager. And he had a boyfriend. And he paid me almost no attention. Not that I'd given him much of a chance to socialize with me anyway, the way I blushed and squeaked every time he greeted me. But I didn't really know very many gay boys, let alone ones in my (sort of) age group, and who were hot, with those pale blue shorts he liked to wear that showed off his ass so perfectly... Anyway, Alexis was throwing herself a big birthday party and asked if I would help out, even offering to pay me forty bucks, so of course I agreed. I was amazed when I got there. It had never occurred to me but apparently she made a lot of money as an attorney, and her house was beautiful, with a huge pool and a view overlooking the canyon behind. And the party was quite an affair, lots of fancy decorations and foods and well dressed people, and it hadn't even started yet. I found Alexis, looking extra stellar and talking to a little cluster of fancy looking friends in the backyard, and I stood nearby shyly, but as soon as she saw me she lit up and rushed over. "Aaaah! Jacob!" she squealed loudly, squeezing me like she was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out of me, and I grinned happily. "Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're here!" "Hi." "Come on!" She pulled me inside by the hand and I grinned stupidly at the attention. "So!" she said as we entered her massive bedroom. "I got you these, I hope that's okay, you don't have to wear them," and she picked up a folded set of clothes. She held the button-up shirt against me. "I just think you will look so handsome in these! My hot little waiter! Now, you don't have to wear them, it's totally fine if-" "No, no, it's okay, it looks nice," I said, taking the shirt, amused that she'd bought clothes for me. I couldn't say no to Alexis if I wanted to, and actually it might be kinda fun. "Okay then! Eric's room is down the hall to the left, if you want you can get changed in there, then head downstairs and give us a hand, okay sweetie?" She gave me a wink and a pat on the bottom to send me on my way. I walked into what had to be Eric's room, closing the door behind me. It was big, of course, like the rest of the house, with a large bed dominating the back wall. There was a rainbow striped throw pillow on the messy bed next to a stuffed unicorn, and the word "love" was hung on the wall in big cursive letters. Eric wasn't very shy about his sexuality, was he? I walked to the bed, imagining how many times he'd taken it up that beautiful ass of his on this very mattress. I opened the nightstand drawer and saw lube and an assortment of what I had to assume were anal toys. His closet door was open and it was a complete mess, clothes piled all over and spilling out onto the floor. A pair of white underwear lined with red caught my eye. Printed on the seat was "I (heart) DICK." Well. I couldn't decide how I felt about all this. It was kinda hot that he was apparently a bit of a slut - it made my chances a little better, I guess - but I was a bit overwhelmed by it all. I changed into the clothes Alexis got me, pleated black slacks and a formal white shirt with a clip-on black bowtie. I checked myself in the mirror in Eric's bathroom, making little adjustments. I really did look pretty good, and the clothes fit well. I touched up my light brown hair and smiled at myself, then headed back downstairs. I looked around for Alexis, and when I entered the kitchen I saw two people in there, a pretty brunette girl in her late teens or early twenties and a younger boy with braces dressed in the same outfit I was, with long blond hair down past his shoulders. "Hi," I said awkwardly. "Oh, hey," the girl said. "I'm Jacob. I'm here with my mom? Alexis wanted me to help with the party?" "Oh! Okay, perfect," the girl said, hopping off the granite countertop. "You can help Christopher with the drinks then." "Um, okay. I should probably check in with Alexis though." "You're fine, I'll let her know. You're with Christopher." "Okay... " She showed me some cases of wine and beer and some bottles of liquor, and where the extra plastic cups were, and other odds and ends. She had us carry them over to a table with a white tablecloth and said we'd be in charge of the drink station. "I... don't really know anything about drinks." "I know, it's gonna be great! Don't worry about it!" "Okay," I said, lacking her enthusiasm. I could hear Alexis the moment she entered the house again. "Oh. My. God." she said when she saw me and this Christopher kid standing at the drink table together in our matching outfits. "You guys look AMAZING!" she squealed in delight. "You put them in charge of the drink station!" she said to the dark haired girl. "That is so... perfect. People are gonna lose it. I can't believe how handsome you boys look!" She pinched Christopher's cheek and he blushed, and I felt a little jealous, if I'm being honest. "You guys got this, right?" she asked. "I guess we'll figure it out!" I said, laughing. "You are the best. The absolute best. You guys are going to be the hit of the party." And she was right. I've never gotten so much attention in my life. Turns out the drink station is a pretty popular spot at parties, and we were swarmed with adults who thought having two kids serve them alcohol was the cutest thing they'd ever seen. I couldn't speak for myself, but I had to admit Christopher did look pretty adorable as he smiled and acted fancy and poured wine. He was pretty funny too, describing the wines as if he knew what he was talking about. "Red or white?" he asked a couple as they walked up. "Oh my, look at you two!" the woman said. "Are you even allowed to serve alcohol? Well, what's your recommendation?" "The red is quite popular," Christopher said. "It has delicate notes of... uh, autumn." "Autumn? Really?" "Yes. And gooseberries." "Sounds delightful," she said, amused. "Hmm, what about this one?" "You have a good eye, madam," Christopher said, picking up the bottle and trying to read the label. "This here is our... um... Mena... Manage... a... Manage a Trose!" "Manage a Trose!" the man beside her laughed heartily. "I'll take some a that!" Soon the nearby guests were laughing and requesting some of Christopher's "Manage a Trose," and I struggled to contain my own laughter and pretended like I didn't get the joke. Christopher smiled sweetly and tried to meet the sudden demand. "Well, that was a popular wine," Christopher said to me once things calmed down a bit. "Yeah. So, about that. It's pronounced... 'Menage a Trois.'" "Oh. Okay," he said, smiling. "You... don't know what that means, do you?" "No. Should I? It's French, right?" "Yeah," I said, chuckling. "It means, 'threesome.' Like, three people having sex together." "What!" The look on his face was priceless. He picked up an empty bottle and looked at it. "Why would they call it that?" "I don't know!" I said. I started laughing. I couldn't help it. "That whole time!" he exclaimed, and I lost it. I had to crouch down behind the table and cover my mouth. "Oh, hello!" Christopher said cheerfully above me to a guest. "You look like you could use a little 'Menage a Trois!'" "Excuse me?" a female voice said. "Look at the bottle, Daphne," her male companion said, and they both laughed. "It's been quite a hit this evening," Christopher continued innocently. A fresh round of giggles hit me until I got a soft kick in response. "Has it really?" she asked. "Oh yes, everyone seems to want some! It says here that it's, 'A seductive blend-'" "That's not necessary, thank you. I'll have some," she interrupted. "Excellent, here you go. Enjoy your evening!" "Oh my god!" I said as I stood up next to him, and he started laughing too. "What?" he asked. "She said she wanted it, so I gave it to her!" "Oh, so, what, you just give it to anyone who asks?" I joked. "Depends who's asking," he said, and winked. I decided I was gonna leave that one alone. "Wow, she cleans up nice," I observed as I saw the brunette who'd assigned us drink duty at the beginning of the party walk by in a silver dress, looking ravishing. "Ew," Christopher said. I was a little surprised at his reaction. He was younger than me but I didn't think he was so young he still thought girls had cooties. Was he gay, perhaps? That would be interesting. "That's my sister," he clarified. Oh. "Hey, since things are slowing down a little I'm gonna go pee real quick," he said. "Okay. Do you know where the bathroom is?" I'd seen at least two earlier. "Yeah," he said, smiling. "It's my house. I mean, I don't own it, obviously, but I live here." "Oh! I didn't... so, wait, you're Alexis's son?" "Yes. And that was my sister Amanda." "Oh... I see. And Eric's..." "My older brother." "Right." "You know Eric?" "Not really. My mom knows your mom from dance class." "Oh, okay. Gotcha." We stood there a moment. "Didn't you..." "Have to pee, yes," he said, and he smiled and hurried off. "Hey there, bartender!" I turned and there was Eric, speak of the devil, wearing what looked like an expensive and fashionable sweater, accompanied by someone I assumed was his boyfriend, a beautiful but vapid looking boy with black hair and big liquid brown eyes. Eric laughed as he walked up. "Oh my god look at you! Damn, you are a total smoke show in that suit! How many numbers did you get?" "None," I said bashfully. Eric grabbed a cup and gave himself a very hefty pour of zinfandel. "Hell, I'd give you mine, you're a stud and dressed up like that. Come on, let's get some fresh air." "Thanks," I said, trying not to blush, "but I'm in charge of the drink station." "Where's Christopher? I thought that was his job tonight." "He went to the bathroom. We've been doing it together. The drink station, I mean." "Oh, well I'm sure he'll be back soon. Let's go." I felt torn. I had a responsibility, and I actually really liked Christopher, I didn't want to just abandon him. But it was Eric! He was the main reason I'd agreed to help in the first place! I hesitantly followed Eric and his boyfriend out the front door to the sidewalk, where they lit cigarettes. It felt super cool that I'd been asked to hang with them, but the feeling faded quickly. They'd clearly already been drinking, and they didn't even acknowledge me. They both seemed to talk nonstop to each other about people I didn't know. He hadn't even introduced me to his boyfriend. Why had he even brought me out here? I'd abandoned my new friend for this? "Well," I said when there was a break in the conversation. "I should probably check in with Alexis. Do you know where she is?" "Oh I'm sure she's putting on a show somewhere," Eric said sourly, and spent the next few minutes talking about how selfish she was, how she always had to be the center of attention and even her own kids always came in second. I was feeling profoundly uncomfortable, but then he got a call and started talking to someone as if I'd disappeared, so I took the opportunity to make that a reality. I felt a little ashamed when I saw Christopher standing alone at the drink station. Now that I knew they were brothers I could see the resemblance. The pretty blue eyes, the attractive features, though Christopher had a sweetness to him his brother lacked. Earlier I'd had the impression that he was kinda cute once you looked past the braces and awkwardness, but looking at him now as he straightened and organized the items on the table, I saw that he was actually very attractive. And I'd let him down to go hang out with his sleazeball brother. "Oh! Hi!" he said happily when he saw me. I actually kinda liked his braces. Yeah, I was definitely warming up to him. "Sorry! Eric kinda pulled me away." "Eric? I didn't even know he was here. He usually takes off at these kindsa things." "Yeah, I gathered that." We joked around a bit, occasionally pouring drinks but for the most part people had reached the point where they just poured for themselves, the novelty of kid bartenders having worn off, so we just hung out and entertained each other. Soon my mom showed up and it was time to go, and I said goodbye to Christopher. I didn't get to say goodbye to Alexis, and didn't bother asking after her. It was her party after all. "Hey, do you remember that boy that was bartending with you at Alexis's birthday party?" my mom asked from my bedroom doorway as she towel dried her hair. It was a Friday a few weeks later and I was just finishing up my homework. "Yeah, Christopher. What about him?" "You two got along okay, right? Alexis is going out of town for a seminar and Eric's not available so she asked if you'd want to hang out with him for an evening." "You want me to babysit him? He's only like a year younger than me." "I wouldn't call it babysitting. Just keep him company." "At their house?" "Yes." "Okay. Sure. When?" "Tonight." "Oh!" "Alexis thought her daughter was going to be available but that turned out not to be the case." "Okay, yeah, that sounds cool." "Might be fun!" "Yeah." "Great, I'll let Alexis know." When we rang the doorbell an hour later it was Christopher who greeted us. Apparently Alexis had already left. My mom fussed around a bit making sure we had everything we needed, and then she was gone and it was just the two of us. I didn't have any siblings so I was pretty used to being home alone, but it felt a little extra cool to be alone with another kid at someone else's house. And I really liked Christopher. He was a little quiet, but he had a certain mature grace about him for his age. He could be silly, but he wasn't childlike, and I found myself seeing him as more of an equal than a kid who was younger than me. The TV was on in the family room but we mostly just talked over it, getting to know each other better, and I felt like we were becoming actual friends pretty quickly. We heated up some pizza and had that for dinner, and talked and laughed as we ate. "So, anything you wanna do? Or anything you wanna watch?" Christopher asked as he finished his last slice of pizza. "I don't know. It's your house. What do you want to do?" "You're the guest, it's your choice." "I don't know. I kind of like just sitting here talking to you." "Oh. Okay." I tried to think of something to talk about. "You and Eric get along well?" I asked. "Pretty good. He can be kind of bossy, but he spends a lot more time hanging out with his friends and his new boyfriend now so I don't see him as much." It felt so weird to just be talking to someone about his gay older brother. A gay brother I had jacked off thinking about on more than one occasion. Oh who am I kidding, I'd jacked off thinking about Christopher too. And Eric's boyfriend. And all of them together. Hey, I got a strong imagination, okay? Don't judge. "What do you think of his boyfriend?" "I don't know. It's not like they invite me to go hang out with them, so I barely know him. But I doubt it will last long." "Why?" "I'm pretty sure their relationship is mostly just based on sex." "Yeah, I kinda felt that way too. Is it, like, weird having a gay brother?" "I don't know, I don't have a straight brother to compare it to." "Hmm, that's true. Well I don't have a brother at all, so it's all foreign to me," I laughed. We talked a bit about his family, which was interesting. I'd known Alexis for about six months, and I'd only recently learned she had a kid. Then I found out she had three. And what had at first glance seemed like a wonderful, wealthy, happy family turned out to have a lot of dynamics. But I guess that's all families. We finished the pizza and Christopher cleared everything, insisting on doing it himself because I was his guest, so with nothing to do I perused the family photos on the walls and shelves. "Wow," I said when Christopher came back in. I was looking at a picture of his sister when she was a lot younger. "Amanda was always pretty, wasn't she?" "Yeah." "You guys all got good genes. Lucky." "I guess. They got luckier than I did. I'm kinda the ugly duckling of the family." "What?" I said, laughing in genuine surprise. "You think you're ugly?" "Okay, well, maybe not ugly, but I'm pretty average. Especially compared to the rest of my family. But it's okay. I'm okay with it." "You're not average." "Thanks, but really, it's okay." "No it's not! You really think you're not attractive?" "Ugh, can we talk about something else?" "No, not until you admit that you're hot." Christopher laughed. "Woah, okay now, that's a bit of a stretch." "No it's not." "Oh come on. I'm a lot of things, but I'm definitely not 'hot.' First of all I'm pretty sure anyone with braces is automatically disqualified." "Whatever! I think your braces are cute." "Um... thanks. Anyway, even overlooking the braces, Amanda and Eric are obviously in another league from me. They always have been." "Well, you can think whatever you want, I'm just telling you, I think you're very pretty." Christopher didn't immediately respond to that, and I felt myself blushing a little. I probably should have used a different word. "You think I'm... pretty?" Christopher asked. His tone was genuinely curious, not teasing. I almost backtracked, but I decided to just roll with it. "Yes. Maybe that's a weird choice of words, but I think it fits. I do think you're pretty." "Thanks," he said shyly, and we both fidgeted. "Do you think...? Nevermind." "What?" I asked. He continued to fidget and looked uncomfortable. "Really, you can ask me anything. Or tell me anything. For real, ask my friends, I'm really confidential." "Well, I was just going to ask... since we're on the subject, do you think I'd look better as a girl?" "A girl? I don't know. Is that why you have long hair?" "No. Actually I didn't even think about it till I started growing it long." "Hmm. I honestly don't know. I think you're good looking as a boy, but I do think you'd be really attractive as a girl too. It's just a little hard to picture, just since I know you as a boy already, you know?" "Yeah, that's fine. Actually, can I tell you something else?" "Of course." "You can't tell anyone though!" "I won't, I promise." He hesitated, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. "You have my word. Besides, who am I going to tell? Your mom? My mom?" "Nevermind." "Oh come on, you can't do that! Look, I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise. You can trust me." He was tapping his leg nervously but still didn't say anything. I'll be honest, I was getting a little excited. I had a very strong feeling he was about to come out to me, and he just needed a little encouragement. I decided to be bold. "Okay, how about this. I'll tell you a secret, something I've never told anyone in my life, so that you know you can trust me. Okay?" "I dunno..." "Trust me, this is a big secret. Like, I'm seriously trusting you here, okay?" "Okay." "You won't tell anyone?" "No, of course not!" "Okay." Now I was second guessing myself, getting nervous. But there was no going back. "I... kind of... like... boys." "Oh! Well, that's cool with me. I mean, Eric likes boys too, so... it's not a huge deal to me. Really. You've never told anyone?" My heart was racing. I'd told him because I wanted to encourage him, but what if he didn't like boys too? Had I just come out for no reason? I could feel myself starting to panic a little. "No. You're... the first person I've told." "Wow. I mean, wow! Thank you. For trusting me." "Yeah. Um, can I get something to drink?" "Yeah! Of course! I'll get it, whatever you want!" he said enthusiastically, already standing. "I'll just have a Coke." "Okay!" He rushed from the room excitedly. Jesus Christ, had I really just come out? To a boy I barely knew? This certainly wasn't how I'd imagined the evening going. "So, my good sir," Christopher said a minute later from the hallway. He held up a can of Coke and a can of Diet Coke. "Do you prefer red or white?" I couldn't help smiling. He was so cute. "Hmm, do you have any Menage a Trois?" I asked. "Oh, I'm so sorry sir, it's just the two of us this evening." I laughed at the joke as he handed me the soda. I popped it and drank eagerly. "Can I ask... do you only like boys, or...?" "I don't know," I said with a sigh. "I still think girls can be super sexy, and there's a few girls I think I'd totally do. But there's a lot more boys I like than girls, and if I had to pick... well, I guess I'm still figuring it out. So anyway, I hope I've earned your trust." "Yeah, I'll say!" "So... are you gonna tell me what you were going to say?" He resumed tapping his leg nervously. "Okay. Well, my thing is... sometimes I like to dress in girl's clothes." "Oh. Well, I think lots of people try that." "I dunno, for me it's like... I just don't feel sexy as a boy. Like, I can't imagine anyone looking at me and finding this..." he gestured at his body, "... sexy." "Seriously? Cause, you are. And now you know I mean it when I say that!" I said, laughing to make light of it. "Yeah, and thank you. You're really nice. I dunno," he sighed. "When I dress that way it just makes me feel so... sexy and confident. In a way I just don't when I'm dressed as a boy. It's like I'm a different person." "What do you wear?" "Um... I have a couple things." "Like what?" "Like... you know... sexy stuff." "Sexy stuff?" "You know! Like... panties and stuff..." "Oh, I gotcha. Wow." "What?" "Nothing, it's just... I'm trying to picture it." "God, please don't." "Why? I already told you you're hot. Seeing you in, like, panties and stuff would blow my mind." "Really?" "Are you kidding? Absolutely." "Oh. Do you, uh... actually wanna see?" "Hmm..." I tapped my chin with my finger sarcastically as if I was considering it. "Yes! Of course I actually wanna see!" "Really?" he asked with a huge grin. "Yes!" "Um... okay." "Okay!" He put his hands on the couch like he was going to get up, then sat for a moment, smiling but looking nervous, still tapping his leg. "Okay!" he said as if making a decision, finally standing up. He ran over to the stairs and raced up them, leaving me alone in the family room. I couldn't believe it. Right now, right this very second, a cute blond boy was putting on sexy panties and stuff and was going to come down and show me. After I'd just told him I liked boys. I think I was horny, but I had so much excitement and nervousness I didn't even have a hard on. Which was very unusual for me, considering the circumstances. I pulled out my phone, but I couldn't concentrate on anything and put it away again. Finally I heard a door open upstairs. "You need any help up there?" I called. "No," he said. It sounded like he was right at the top of the stairs. "I'm coming down. Close your eyes!" "Okay! Tell me when to open them!" I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands. I heard quiet movement as he came down the stairs. "No peeking!" "I'm not going to peek!" I heard a click, which I assumed was him turning off the lights. Bummer. Oh well. "Okay." I opened my eyes. He hadn't turned off all the lights, thankfully, just the bright overhead ones, and he was standing in front of me in a lacy red bra and matching panties. "Oh, wow." "What do you think?" he asked, smiling. "You look amazing," I said, and I meant it. He was practically naked. The laced panties barely covered anything. He didn't really look like a girl, with his narrow hips and squarish shoulders, despite his long blond hair. Which was fine with me. He giggled. "Could you... turn around?" He lifted his arms and did a slow twirl, and I enjoyed the view of his tight little butt, the smooth white cheeks barely covered. My horniness was winning out over my nerves and I was finally getting hard. "God, you look so hot." "Really?" "Yes." "So, do you think I look better as a girl?" "I think you just look better with less clothes on." He laughed. "So what do you like the best?" he asked, slowly spinning again. "So far? Your butt." "Really?" he said teasingly. You like my butt, huh?" "Yeah." "Want a closer look?" Oh Jesus Christ. "S-sure." He walked up to the couch seductively, then turned around. It was already a great view, but then he surprised me by getting up onto the couch, his back still facing me, putting one leg on either side of me. He lifted his long hair and held it against his head with both hands, giving me an unobstructed view of his neck and shoulders, his back and his butt. It was unbelievably hot. "How's that?" he asked over his shoulder. "I... god..." He laughed, then leaned back against me until his bare shoulder was against my face and his butt was against my crotch. He rolled his hips against my obvious hardness. "Mmm, I guess you do like it." He lifted his arm over my head and wrapped it around my shoulders. "Don't be shy. You can touch me if you want." Holy crap. This was escalating very fast. He was like maybe thirteen years old and super sweet, where was this coming from? Well, he had said that he only felt sexy and confident dressed like this. And sexuality seemed to run in the family. Was he gay? I hadn't had time to process any of this, and now my mind was mush and all I knew was I had a sexy blond kid wearing panties rubbing his ass against my dick and telling me to touch his practically naked body, so I abandoned rational thought. I took his narrow waist in my hands. I slid them up his torso, then back down, and he arched his back erotically as I rubbed his flat stomach, felt his smooth thighs. He leaned forward and put his hands on my knees and bent over, lifting his ass until it was right in front of my face, a smooth white heart shape with a splash of lacey red in the middle, and I didn't even know how to handle it. I reached up in awe and placed my hands on the smooth skin, and he moved in a way that said he liked it. I traced the frilly lining of his panties with my thumbs, then rubbed one thumb down the center, completely mesmerized. He sat up, letting his hair cascade back down and looked at me over his shoulder in a way that almost made me question my sexuality all over again. "Do you wanna see it?" he asked. I literally gulped, like they do in cartoons, and nodded. He ran his hands seductively down the small of his back, then slowly pushed the red panties down, first revealing the cute little "V" at the top of his crack, and then the rest of the smooth skin, the small, firm muscles of his cheeks, the dark line of his crack. I'd seen plenty of porn, but this was on another level. He lifted his hands to his chest and stayed there expectantly, as if waiting for me to do something, so I felt him, running my hands over the soft curves of his butt. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he put his hands on my knees and bent over again like he had before. His butt made that white heart shape again in front of my face, but now his hole was right there, small and clean and peach colored. I put my hands on him again, and I ran my thumb over that pretty little hole, and he moaned provocatively. I hooked a finger under the loose panties and tugged them down some more, revealing the soft bulge of skin under his crack, and I kissed the line running up it, my mind barely registering anything anymore. I pulled them lower until I could see the sack between his legs. I wasn't sure how he would feel about it, but I couldn't resist his boy parts, and I reached my thumb in and felt it. He didn't seem to mind, so I got my tongue in there and tasted it, then licked all the way up him. He sat up and leaned back against me again, and I reached around to his crotch. He was hard now, and I could feel his dick sticking out past the lace of his panties, small and hot and smoother than silk, and I held it in my hand, rolling the small head between my fingertips. He moaned and thrust his hips in response, and then he climbed off me. I was worried I'd gone too far, but he got down on his knees between my legs and smiled at me. He flipped his hair over one shoulder and reached up my thigh until he gripped my hardness and rubbed it through my cargo shorts. Then he laid the side of his face on my thigh, staring at my crotch as he rubbed it with his hand. "Can I take it out?" he asked. I nodded, and he lifted my shirt and unzipped my fly and fished around. He couldn't quite work it out, so I helped, and then it was free. He kissed it, right on the tip, and then I was in his mouth. "Oh!" I said in surprise, and he ignored me and started sucking on it. I couldn't see anything with his long hair in the way, so I leaned my head back on the couch and just tried to wrap my brain around what was happening. I was getting a blowjob. A cute young blond boy with red panties pulled down over an ass that I had just licked was sucking my dick. I had just tasted his balls. I could still taste them on my tongue. He started to get into it, really moving his head. "Okay," I said, putting a hand on his head, but he kept going. "Christopher!" I pulled away from him, half climbing up the couch. "It's okay," he said, reaching for my dick. "I know what's going to happen. You can do it in my mouth. I want you to." Jesus Christ. "Okay," I said, touching his face. "But I want more of you first." "Really?" "Yeah. I mean come on, look at you!" He smiled. "What do you want?" "Uh... everything? Okay, get back up on me again, but facing me," I asked, and he climbed up and straddled me, his panties completely pushed aside at his crotch by his smooth hard on. "God damn," I whispered, feeling his body. I kissed his chest and he undid his bra and took it off. He moaned when I sucked on his little nipples, then kissed my way up his neck. "You're so pretty." "Mmm, I love it when you say that." I looked up at his face and rubbed his cheek. "I mean it. You're beautiful." "Even dressed like a girl?" "I don't care," I said, running my fingers through his thick blond hair with my right hand and grabbing his smooth hard on with my left. "I love it all. You're just fucking beautiful." We looked each other in the eyes for a moment, and then he kissed me. It was gentle, but I didn't want to be gentle. I opened my mouth and kissed him hard. He gave a surprised moan and kissed me back, and I moved my hands down and cupped his half-bare ass as we made out, his long blond hair a beautiful cascade against the side of my face. His braces took a little getting used to, but they also really turned me on for some reason. I slid forward and guided us onto the carpeted floor, holding him tight. I kissed hungrily down his neck and chest, then I slid his panties down his legs. He was now completely naked, laying on his back on the floor, his blond hair splayed around his head. I lifted my shirt off and took a moment to gaze at his body. He was smooth and hairless everywhere, and his genitals were slightly darker than the rest of him, a nice peach color like his hole, and a little smaller than mine, and I wanted them. I reached down and felt them, thrilled that I could do it as much as I wanted, until I couldn't take it anymore, and I ate his crotch. I sucked and licked and kissed him. I held his dick in my hand and kissed the cute little slit at the tip, I sucked his tight little sack into my mouth, I kissed the smooth skin of his hips and groin. I was starving for him and only got hungrier the more I tasted. He sat up and went for my shorts, and I helped him pull them down, then he pushed me back until my bare back was against the carpet and he got on top of me. He put his hands on my stomach and rolled his hips against me, riding me, and I pushed up, holding his little ass, and we went faster until he was bouncing on me, his dick sticking almost straight up. Then he laid on me and kissed me again, and I reached into his butt and rubbed my finger against his hole. I got the very tip of my finger into him, and he moaned and kissed me even more deeply in response. "Are you ready yet?" he asked. "Haha, you really want me to, huh?" "Yes." "Okay." He smiled and gave me another quick kiss and then got up. He scooted on his butt until his back was against the couch. "Can you just, like, stand in front of me?" he asked. I moved in front of him, but he was too short to reach it comfortably so he got up onto his knees, and then he was sucking me again, moaning hungrily. I looked down and watched as he closed his eyes and licked my balls and my dick and my thighs. Then he grabbed my dick and rubbed it against his face, his mouth open, and it looked so incredibly hot I took over and pushed my dick back into his mouth and fucked it in and out, and he seemed to love it as much as I did. He wanted my dick. He wanted it so bad, and I wanted to give it to him forever. I rubbed my wet cock on his face and his lips and slid it back into his mouth while holding the side of his cute face. "Stick out your tongue," I whispered, and he opened his mouth and hung his tongue out and looked up at me with those sweet blue eyes. I rubbed the sensitive part at the bottom of my dick against his soft, wet tongue, and he looked so hungry for it, it was so hot. I moved my dick back and forth against his tongue as my orgasm built up. "Okay, okay," I said, and he swallowed my whole length. "Oh fuck..." I whined, and then I was cumming, and my knees bent and I hunched over as I delivered my load into his mouth, and he swallowed everything. It was incredibly satisfying, but at the same time it was different than when I jacked myself off. I didn't feel as spent as I usually did when I came, and when I finally pulled it out and he looked up at me, I was surprised to realize I wasn't done yet. "So how was that?" I asked him. He smacked his lips and smiled up at me, and I got down on my knees with him. He looked like he didn't know what was happening, and I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him again. He made a surprised sound, and then he kissed me back, and I could taste my cum in his mouth but I didn't care. Soon he pushed me down and got on top of me again and we continued making out for I don't even know how long. Sometime later he broke the kiss and looked to the side as if he'd had an idea. "What?" I asked. "Would you... maybe..." "Yes...?" All sorts of ideas flooded my mind about what he might be about to ask. "Do you wanna go in Eric's room?" he asked with a mischievous grin. Whoa. I was not expecting that. I thought about it for a second, and realized that I did. In fact I really, really did. "Yeah. Okay. Let's go." We got up and he led the way up the stairs. I stared at his naked butt, still amazed that this was happening at all. We got to Eric's room and Christopher hopped onto the still messy bed and rolled over, giggling. He held up a finger and beckoned me naughtily, and I happily hopped up next to him. "This is so wrong," I said, but I smiled as I said it. "Mmm-hmm," he agreed, nodding and smiling back. I flipped around so our crotches were at face level with each other, and we started sucking on each other at the same time, something I've always fantasized about. I rolled us so he was on top, and I was so horny I didn't even suck on him very much, I just relished the satisfaction of such a long held fantasy fulfilled, holding his sweet dick in my mouth, savoring the incredible view of his smooth little sack and the "M"shape of his tight little butt right above my face. I moaned with pleasure at all of the sensations, at the reality of it, as I felt his smooth ass above my face. I rubbed my finger against his hole and Christopher stopped sucking me and moaned, humping himself against my face. I got out from under him but held him in place so I could take another look at him from behind. I rubbed his little peach colored hole with my thumb some more, then I licked my finger and pushed the tip of my finger into him. It was warm, and so tight I could feel his pulse. I was inside him. I carefully moved my finger, straining gently against the warm, tight resistance. "Do you wanna fuck me?" Christopher asked, looking over his shoulder at me as I gently fingered him. I couldn't believe I was hearing those words from such a sweet face. "Really?" "You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh, no, I want to! I mean, if you do. Can I?" "Yeah. I want to try it." Fuck! I got behind him eagerly and pushed against him, but I could already tell this was going to be difficult. Then I got an idea, and I quickly crawled over to Eric's nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. "What's that?" Christopher asked. "It's supposed to make it easier," I said, pumping a little of the cool, thick liquid into my hand. I rubbed it onto myself and could already feel a huge difference. I wiped the rest onto Christopher's smooth crack, then got back into position and pushed again. This time it slid in much easier. "Ah!" Christopher exclaimed, and hissed a little. "Are you okay?" "Yeah..." his voice was thin and strained though. I didn't want to hurt him. "Just... hold on a second..." "You sure?" "Yeah." So I waited there a moment on my knees, my dick about halfway in him. God it felt amazing. I realized I could now feel his pulse around my dick. Then Christopher slowly pushed against me and I slid all the way into him, and we stayed there for a moment. I started tentatively moving my hips, and soon he was moving with me. Christopher sat up, and I sat back until my butt was on the bed and pulled his torso against me. I pulled his hair back from his shoulder and kissed his neck, and he moved slowly, sliding himself up and down my length, and I let him have control. I turned his face toward me so I could look at him, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, the blue bands in his braces complimenting his pretty blue eyes. I kissed him over his shoulder, and he raised his arm to hold the back of my head as he kissed me back, and I ran my other hand down his beautiful naked body as he worked himself on me. I grabbed his dick with my right hand, which still had some lube on it, and I got him all slippery with it and fondled him until he was gasping and moaning and moving faster, and I jacked him, and I watched his face as he rode up and down on my dick and his orgasm built up, I could see it in his face and hear it in his voice, and then he leaned his head back against my shoulder and he froze and made a cute little grunt in the back of his throat and even though he didn't shoot I could feel his orgasm happening in my hand, and I could feel it inside of him at the same time, and I kissed the side of his pretty face as it overtook him. He caught his breath, and I eased him down until he rested his face against the bed. I looked down at the beautiful heart shape of his ass and held his waist and I gently continued fucking him. He moaned with each thrust, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against his brother's sheets, and I could feel another orgasm rapidly approaching. I wanted to tell him I was going to cum, but I kept thinking of how I was fucking this beautiful boy in his brother's room, in his brother's bed, and the thought was so hot, and I looked down at that smooth ass bouncing against my hips and it just happened. He continued moving against me as I came, his tight hole massaging everything out of me until I felt completely drained. I pulled out of him and fell onto my back on the bed, and he continued to lay next to me, his butt shiny with lube. "Oh my god," I breathed. "We should probably get out of here," Christopher said, looking around. "Yeah." We went downstairs and took turns in the bathroom and got our clothes back on, then turned off the lights and sat on the couch and quietly watched TV. It felt surreal to be sitting there like nothing had happened, knowing that a short time ago we had been naked on this very carpet. I didn't even know whether to be ashamed or not. I looked over at him, and he looked at me, and he smiled bashfully and lowered his head. I scooted over until I was sitting right next to him, and I pulled his hair back behind his ear so I could see his face better. How had I ever liked Eric more than this perfect boy? "You're still pretty," I said. He smiled his beautiful smile, and I put my hand on his, and he rested his head against my shoulder, and it felt right.