Hi folks! Welcome back to my story based on characters from the earlier story Nathan's Nipples. This is Part 3. If you haven't read parts 1 or 2 you can find them in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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Gamin Paramour, July 2021
Part 3
Sunday morning Evan met me at his kitchen door before I'd even knocked. His coy smile told me he'd been waiting for me and my heart filled with emotion. He looked especially fetching to me in a tight yellow t-shirt and my favorite jeans of his that clung to his sexy buns like no others.
"Hi," I said shyly.
"Hi," he sweetly returned, then called over his shoulder, "Mom! I'm going out to play with Nathan!"
"All right honey," I heard. "Hi, Nathan! Please have him home for lunch at noon."
"OK, Mrs. Yates," I called, although she and I both knew that her son was far more likely to be responsible about the time than I was. Somehow it had always simply seemed right, that I should be treated like Evan's protector even though I clearly wasn't and he even more clearly didn't need one.
Maybe it was just because I was older and bigger, but I think it was more the way Tommy, Richie and I took him under our wing when he unexpectedly materialized in our 3rd grade class after skipping 2nd. The tiny, shy 7-year-old had needed protection then and we stepped right up and gave it to him.
Evan's parents had always loved us for it.
I followed him to the garage to get his bike but noticed something peculiar in his gait. "Are you OK, Evan?" I asked with concern. "You're walking funny."
Evan glanced back at the house and dragged me into the garage, where he immediately pulled me in for a deep kiss. My arms went around him and we made out for a solid minute, my cock springing hard and pressing against him.
"Wow!" I exclaimed softly as I caught my breath. "What was that for?"
"That was for last night at Alex's house," he said, his deep blue eyes burning into mine. "I love you I love you I love you!" he whispered and kissed me again, although quickly this time. "I need you to know that I loved what we did and I can't wait to do it again, even though..."
"Even though what?" I prompted, growing concerned.
"Even though I'm kind of sore," he admitted sheepishly. "I didn't sleep that great and it hurt a little to poop this morning."
I gasped in alarm. I had injured my darling boy!
"It's OK, Nathan," he insisted. "I'm just a little sore and I'll be fine in a day or two. I just don't know if I can ride my bike today." After a second of quintessential Evan-figuring-it-out he added, "I guess I could stand up on the pedals."
"I'm so sorry, Evan," I said in dismay. "I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"Of course you didn't, goofball," he said with a fond scoff. "We were making love and it was the best thing we ever did. If it has to hurt a little that's OK with me. It's totally worth it!"
I gazed into his eyes and reveled in the loving look I found there.
"It was pretty great, wasn't it?"
"The best!" he whispered. "And you know what's super weird? I actually kind of like that it hurts. Lying in bed last night I couldn't sleep because I couldn't get comfortable, but it was sexy because it made me remember when you were in there and I got a big hard boner and I had to jerk off!"
"I had to jerk off too," I said, "once before I fell asleep and then again when I woke up. I wish we could do butt stuff again right now!"
"Not yet," Evan said apologetically. "Last night it was so good rubbin' it and thinking about when you were inside me, but when I got close to the feeling I had to stop because my butthole was squeezing tight and it hurt way lots."
"Oh, honey..." I said in sympathy, feeling a little weird about calling him the same pet name his Mom had just called him. Then I felt his hand squeeze my bulge.
"Would a blow job be enough?"
I let him feel me for a few seconds before my conscience out-wrestled my libido.
"That's sweet, Evan," I said, "but you don't have to. You're all sore and everything."
Evan grinned devilishly up into my face. "I want to!" he said. "I can't wait 2 or 3 days for your dick. I need it so bad!"
I was thrilled, but worried. "You mean right here?"
"No," Evan said. "My Dad's fixing something in the basement and he might come out any time to get a tool or something. We have to find another place."
"Everybody's home at my house," I said, "and I don't think we'll be using any of Tommy's houses for a while."
We locked eyes for a few seconds breathing heavily, then said in unison, "The woods!"
I pondered this desperate choice as we both stood on the pedals and rode hard. The woods was a 30-acre stand of thick old growth on the edge of town that was getting smaller every year as developers bought up the land for custom homes. There were plenty of grottoes that were well-hidden from the main path and we had gone there for sex a few times when no other place was available.
The last time though, just before the weather got too cold to do it outside, Evan and I had damn near gotten caught with our pants down. Actually only Evan had his pants down, with me kneeling in front of him sucking that wonderful little knob like there was no tomorrow.
Evan was the one who heard them coming, high school boys crashing through the brush as they inexplicably blazed a new trail that went nowhere we could ever discern. I was so enthralled with his delicious dick that Evan had to shove me off of him and scramble to get his pants up just before they spotted us, me still on my knees. It was awkward and embarrassing and scary as hell, but fortunately my genius boyfriend kept his wits and exclaimed in an Oscar-worthy line-reading, "There it is!"
He reached into the undergrowth just in front of me and came up with his house key dangling from its oversize key ring. He had slipped it out of his pocket to use as a prop to explain what the hell I was doing on my knees in front of another boy.
"Whew, I thought I lost it!" he said for the older kids' benefit, but not directly to them. "My Dad would have killed me!"
We got away with it that time but I was really scared to take such a risk again. Stiff cocks are sometimes in charge though and on we rode as fast as we could.
We stashed our bikes off the trail and Evan took the lead through the woods, rejecting several spots that looked as good as any to me before finally stopping. He looked around from all angles for half a minute and finally nodded his approval.
"This should be OK," he said, indicating three big trees close together in a semi-circle. There was just enough level ground at the base for one boy to stand and another to kneel. Evan placed me with my back to the trees.
"Nobody can see anything from behind..." he said, then pointed along my line of sight and added, "...and you'll be able to spot anybody coming from that way."
He got to his knees before me and reached up for my belt. "You have to keep your eyes open Nathan," he warned, sounding deadly serious. "No matter how awesome it feels you have to keep lookout."
"OK," I said, hoping I could concentrate on both things at once. Too much ecstasy and we might get caught, too much caution and I wouldn't cum.
And I really wanted to cum.
Evan opened my pants and slipped them and my underpants to my knees, my raging hard-on springing out into the cool forest breeze. Instantly his mouth was on it, slurping, sucking, plunging, tickling the tip, while his small soft hands gently squeezed and caressed my bare ass cheeks. I shuddered with the familiar delightful sensations, but also recognized the extra naughty excitement of being out in the open with the birds twittering and the leaves rustling and the omnipresent fear that we just might be discovered.
Not that I wanted to get caught, but it sure added a level of wickedness that was sexy as a motherfucker.
Evan played with my balls and fondled up behind them with gossamer touches of his fingertips, reminding me of how Jake had tongue-tickled Alex in the Media Room. Passion mounted inside me and I caressed the back of his head as he worked.
I suddenly realized that my eyes were dreamily closed and I jerked them open, scanning the woods in terror until I satisfied myself that no one was there. Evan's blow job was epic however and my cock never flagged.
In only a minute or two my breath began to falter and the tremors began in my gut, signaling Evan that I was getting close. His little hands came up inside my shirt and began to tweak my razor-sharp nipples and I immediately felt my climax rising inside. At exactly the right second Evan pinched both of my nips — hard. My guts heaved and strained to shoot the juice that wasn't there and I thrust into his mouth and grunted and pulsed and held his sweet head tightly to my crotch until I could pulse no more.
Evan sucked gently for several more minutes until my dick finally began to slacken and he released it, looking up at me like a dog that's just done his best trick. I smiled down with all the love I had within me.
Evan stood and smiled happily back. "Can you kiss me and still keep lookout?"
"If you turn your head to one side," I replied and in a flash his beautiful soft lips were back on mine. We kissed deeply and traded tongues and I really did try to keep lookout but I couldn't help drifting a few times. Thankfully we were not interrupted and it was a truly wonderful, loving kiss. After a while Evan broke away and began raising the hem of my shirt.
"Hold it up with your chin," he instructed and a second later his hot little mouth was on my left nipple. Erotic lightning coursed through my body and I gasped, then a minute later I gasped even more deeply when Evan sank back to his knees and engulfed my half-stiff dick once again.
"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, and amazed myself by instantly getting stone-hard again less than two minutes after a shattering orgasm.
Evan sucked me slowly, tenderly, lovingly, with much less urgency than before. I could tell he wanted it to last a long time, and I shook my head in wonder.
"What is going on with you, Evan? Don't get me wrong, I love it. I just never saw you so horny before."
"I've never been so horny before!" he said desperately. "I can't get enough of your dick!"
Evan's magnificent sucking soon had me going full steam again but he made sure not to let me boil over. On and on it went, God knows how many minutes, him backing off every time I got close until I had no choice but to speak up.
"Evan... baby?" I tentatively said. "My legs are getting tired. I can't stand up much longer."
He smiled sweetly up at me and I felt him increase his intensity. In seconds I felt the pressure building and I thrust between his lips fifteen or twenty times until my nuts tightened and my ass clenched and I once again bucked to a powerful dry cum. Again he didn't relinquish my dick, this time not until it had softened completely. That's the only time I can ever remember being entirely limp while Evan's mouth was on me.
"Holy fuck," I murmured, my knees actually beginning to buckle. He helped me get my pants up and supported some of my weight as he guided me to a fallen log.
"Sit here," he instructed, "and catch your breath." I sat gasping and gulping air while Evan's eyes beamed love my way.
Eventually, when I could again breathe and speak simultaneously, I looked up at Evan and said, "That was fantastic, man, but what about you?"
He looked at me sweetly and said, "I'm horny as hell, but it would hurt to cum."
"I could just suck it a little," I offered. This wasn't entirely altruistic, I'm ashamed to admit. In truth I was just hot for his little cock.
"We'd better not," he said. "I need to get home for lunch."
Told you he'd be more responsible than me.
I would have gladly taken him right back to our new spot in the woods straight after lunch, but his parents surprised him with a visit to his grandparents' house from which he wouldn't return until after dinner. With Evan gone and Richie and Tommy avoiding me I sullenly rode my bike home, facing the whole afternoon alone.
It turned out my folks had some chores for me to do after lunch and at first I was annoyed, but after a while I realized that it helped to distract me the rest of the day. It was actually nice to get my mind out of my pants and just be a kid for an afternoon.
I didn't even get a boner again until bedtime but boy, did I get one then! I treated myself to a lovely extended j/o session in which I fantasized banging both Evan and Alex side-by-side on that big Media Room couch, pulling out of one and plunging deep into the other back and forth until I boiled over in a grunting, sweating climax that knocked me completely out.
When I woke up Monday morning my PJ bottoms were still around my knees.
Before school Evan and I were hanging out in the Commons when Alex approached along with a kinda cute black-haired kid of some Latin heritage. He had the tiniest shadow of a mustache on his upper lip but his voice was an angelically high soprano so I was pretty sure he hadn't yet started puberty. Latin boys just have that lip fuzz sometimes.
I was also starting to think that Alex might have a thing for Latins.
"This is Benny," Alex said. "We went to MacArthur together since, like, second grade. Benny, this is Evan and Nathan."
Benny smiled — nicely brightening his coal black eyes — and said, "Alex must really like you guys. He can't stop talking about how cool his new friends are."
Alex flushed a bit and said, "It's not like I can't stop."
"I get it," Benny said, "after the kind of fun you guys had together."
My mouth dropped open and I stared at Alex. "Whatever happened to no names?"
Alex's pink face turned deep red. "I didn't say your names, I swear!"
"That's true," Benny admitted. "But the way he lit up when he saw you guys just now it wasn't hard to figure out!"
Evan eyed the boy for a moment, exchanged a glance with me, then asked softly, "Do you like to have fun too, Benny?"
He replied with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow.
I looked Benny over in a new light. Maybe it was my libido talking but all of a sudden he looked a whole lot cuter. I stole a look at his backside and found a roundness that I thought very pleasant, and when I made eye contact with him again he was smiling in acknowledgment.
I'd never really thought that much about butts before Saturday but suddenly I found myself very interested!
Evan nudged me with his elbow and nodded to our left. I looked to see Tommy and Richie standing off to the side watching us. Richie caught my eye and I thought I detected a pained expression, which I chose to interpret as our dear friend missing us. Tommy's gaze however was accusing and angry. He wasn't just avoiding us, afraid of guilt by association. He was downright mad, clearly blaming us — actually me, I guess — for the current mess.
I didn't disagree. This was on me and I tried to project an apology to Tommy with my eyes. Even though it appeared that we were getting clean away with it I still felt guilty.
Getting away with it? Shit, we were making out like bandits! As a result of my stupidity we had already made it with two sexy new friends and it looked like there would be a third. If I hadn't brought that note to school we wouldn't have met Jake and Alex and I would never have fucked my beautiful boyfriend, at least not until we thought of it on our own.
Tommy nudged Richie and they moved away, off to their Science class even though the first bell hadn't even rung. Evan and I shared a regretful look.
"Maybe you guys can all come over to my house on Saturday," Alex suggested, snapping our attention back. He had a distinctly lewd glint in his eye when he added, "My Dad will be in L.A. on business and my Mom has a golf outing for her ladies' club."
Evan and I shared an excited smile. "You live too far away to ride bikes," I said, "but I'll bet my Mom will give us a ride."
I noticed Benny eyeing my boyfriend with interest.
"We could hang out sooner if you want," he said. "My abuela, my grandmother, lives alone since my Lito died and sometimes she has me come after school and do chores. Mostly she just wants to see me and give me a little money. I'm supposed to go tomorrow and it's not far from school so you guys could walk there with me."
Already annoyed at his eyeballs roaming over Evan's body and remembering yesterday's slave labor I said a bit snippily, "You want us to come do chores with you? We can do chores at our own houses."
Benny turned a smile toward me that was actually quite friendly. "It's never anything hard, just cleaning up the yard or something. If we did the chores together we'd get done fast and you guys would get, like, a dollar each, but that's not the good part. She has this big room upstairs with a TV and an old Nintendo, and like bean bags on the floor and stuff, but she can't go up the stairs anymore on account of her knees."
Alex jumped in with an excited whisper, "We put the game on demo mode so she hears the sounds and then we fool around!"
"It's a lot more fun than Nintendo!" Benny said with a laugh. I had to admit he had a really cute laugh.
"Can we go, Nathan?" Evan asked in a weirdly hesitant voice, like he needed my permission or something. "It sounds like fun, and I can always use an extra dollar."
I regarded him in surprise at his tone. "Sure, if you want to and my Mom says it's OK."
"Nice!" Alex said happily. "And we can do Saturday at my house too, when Jake can be there. Man, this is going to be good!"
My eyes traveled over Benny again, surprisingly excited by his quite ordinary sixth-grader's body. I loved that firm bubble-butt and his smile was truly cute. As my dick straightened in my pants I glanced around the Commons and was struck by how many of the boys I found attractive, shocked to realize what a horn-dog I was turning into!
One table away sat Jimmy Adamsen with his friends Jesse Turner and Michael-something. Jimmy and Jesse had been our classmates for years and I had never looked twice at them, but now I watched Jimmy wiping his nerdy glasses with his handkerchief and for the first time noticed his beautiful green eyes! I had never seen him without his glasses and never knew how utterly lovely his eyes were. Jesse still did nothing for me but Michael's strong profile suddenly commanded my attention. I flicked my gaze back and forth between Jimmy's eyes and Michael's jawline and felt my heart beat faster.
What the fuck?
I forced my attention back to my friends but there at the table behind Evan and Alex were four 7th-grade boys I didn't know, and damn if one wasn't more adorable than the next! Two gorgeous Scandinavian-looking blonds laughed and joked with two brown-haired beauties, all of their voices deliciously high and unchanged, promising exciting hairless bodies under their clothes.
One of the blonds struck me vaguely familiar, and as I watched him and tried to remember he glanced over and gave me a half-smile and a head-nod, like you do when you're sure you know the kid but you can't immediately place him. The memory came suddenly.
"Andrew?" I ventured, surprising my table buddies. All eyes at both tables turned to me.
"Just Drew," he said in his lilting alto, "but yeah. How are you, Nathan?"
"Um, good," I said. "I didn't know you went here."
"Transferred in this semester," he said, then to his friends, "Nathan's Dad teaches at the University with my Mom." Heads at both tables nodded in understanding.
The rest of the memory flooded back to me, of meeting smokin' hot Drew at a Mathematics Department family outing the University threw not the summer just past but the summer before that. Drew had recently turned eleven and I was not quite ten, but since all the other kids were either much younger or much older we had hung around together the whole afternoon. Though we hadn't seen each other since then I had very fond memories of that day.
Of course that was B.G. — Before Gay. I hadn't even registered at the time how incredibly cute he was but suddenly the memory was crystal clear. There was a Slip 'n Slide for us kids and Drew and I had changed into swim suits together in the bathroom. He had been very casual about nudity as I recalled, and my eyes opened wide as a perfect mental image of his lovely naked body formed in my mind.
Drew clearly noticed my reaction and he gave me a sly little smile. I wasn't exactly sure what it meant but it made my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Could he somehow know I was picturing his sweet little dick and his beautiful round ass, and did the smile mean he liked it? Could everyone tell I was perving on the kid like a sonofabitch? Would I ever again have a single thought that wasn't about boys?
"Nathan?" I heard, snapping me back. It was Evan, looking quizzical and concerned. "Are you OK?"
"Um, yeah," I said, flustered and embarrassed. I concentrated on my shoes, hoping to duck what felt like a spotlight.
"So," Drew said not letting me off the hook, though of course he didn't actually know I was on one. "We should hang out some time."
"Yeah, cool," I said, avoiding his eyes.
After an awkward five seconds Drew opened his notebook and scribbled something on a corner of a page. He tore it off and stepped over to our table. "Here's my cell number," he said. "Give me a call."
"You have your own cell phone?" Alex asked brightly. He was clearly impressed, and it's no easy feat to impress a rich kid. "Nice! My folks won't let me have one until I'm 13."
Drew chuckled wryly. "Yeah. It's a pretty basic one, only calls and texts, so no Internet or anything. My Mom called it a Christmas present but I think it's more like a consolation prize because my Dad left."
"That's a drag, man," Benny said sympathetically. "I have some friends whose parents split up. Do you get to see him, like weekends or whatever?"
"Not until summer," Drew said. "He lives in Denver now. I'm supposed to go there for two weeks in July."
"It could have been worse," one of Drew's brown-haired friends piped in. "I haven't seen my Dad in two years and I didn't even get a cell phone out of it."
Drew shared a sardonic smile with the kid and then said to us, "Oh, by the way this is Jason, and Pete..." and then indicating the other blond, "...and that's Hunter." All three boys nodded and mumbled some version of the word Hi.
I was still flummoxed, unwilling to move my thoughts beyond the safe subject of whether or not Hunter was really a name. Five silent seconds went by.
"I'm Evan," my boyfriend jumped in with a smile and a little wave.
"Alex and Benny," Alex said, indicating his Latin friend.
"Um, yeah," I mumbled. "Sorry."
I was not doing well. Just then the first bell rang, and I felt like a boxer saved from a knockout.
We all rose and gathered our books. I started to walk away but Evan grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him. His look was not to be ignored.
It was his don't-be-an-asshole-Nathan look.
I raised my eyebrows in question and he hooked a nod toward Drew. I guess I already knew what he meant.
"Um, Drew?" I said, and he turned around. I stepped closer and spoke softly, "Listen, man, I'm sorry I was kind of weird just now. It's really great to see you, and I really will call. I'd love to hang out with you again."
Drew broke into a wide smile. "Cool!" he said eagerly. "That'd be neat."
I smiled back at him. Drew's obvious enthusiasm made me feel better and I floated a bit as Evan and I made our way down the hall.
"Drew seems like a cool guy," Evan said. "You acted like you were mad at him or something."
I told him about the last time we saw each other, and how when I remembered seeing Drew naked I got all embarrassed and weirded out.
"So you were like hot for him?"
Blood rose in my face yet again. "Not then," I said. "I didn't know I liked boys yet. But now, fuck yeah!"
Evan smiled slyly up at me. "He's super-sexy!" he said quietly. "Do you think he'd be into it?"
"How would I know?" I said with a shrug. "I spent one day with him two years ago. But the way he looks he probably has eleven girlfriends."
Tuesday after school Evan, Alex and I met up with Benny for the walk to his grandmother's house. We ambled and chatted and laughed like a bunch of 6th-graders.
Funny how that works.
"When I asked my abuela if you guys could come over she said she'd make churros for us," Benny said. "Did you ever have fresh warm churros? They're unbelievable!"
"Oh yeah, you guys!" Alex enthused. "I had those in Cabo. They're these long thin donut-kinda things covered in cinnamon and sugar, and if you look at 'em straight down the end they look like stars."
"These don't look like stars," Benny said. "You have to have a special thing to make them like that. Hers are kind of like hot dog shaped." Then with an evil grin said, "Or if you took a turd and rolled it in cinnamon!"
"Ewww!" we all cried in unison, cracking up laughing.
Just then two kids rode up alongside us on their bikes.
"Tommy!" I blurted happily. "And Richie," I added for the benefit of our two new friends. "Alex and Benny, these are our two best friends since, like, forever!"
Richie returned the new boys' smiling nods but Tommy looked pissed.
"It looks like you have new best friends now," Tommy said.
My eyes opened wide and I'm sure I looked pained, because I sure was.
"No!" Evan implored for both of us. "They're new friends, but you're still our best friends."
"Yeah," I added. "They're cool guys, Tommy. Who says you can only have four friends?"
Alex waded in, "Sure! Evan and Nathan talk about you all the time, and I know they've missed you lately. It would be real cool if we all hung out."
Benny grimaced and said, "Yeah, but not today. I don't think my abuela would want six kids in the house at once. Four is already stretching it a little."
"Your what?" Richie asked.
"His grandmother," Evan explained. "We're going there to help with yard work and, um, play Nintendo." The last part he said hesitantly, not wanting to come right out and say what we were really going there for.
Tommy decisively grabbed his handlebars and put his foot on the top pedal, ready for a strong takeoff.
"C'mon, Richie," he said. "Let's go find somebody better to hang out with." With that he began riding quickly away, and Richie gave us an apologetic look as he took off after him."
"Tommy!" I called after them. "Don't be like that!" but he never looked back.
"What's his problem?" Benny asked belligerently.
"He's a good guy," I said sadly. "He's just being a little weird right now."
"Tommy freaked out when we told him that we lost Nathan's note," Evan said, directing it more toward Alex. "That was before we knew that you and Jake had it, and you were, like, into that stuff too."
"He got scared that people would figure out that they were doing it with us," I said, "since they hang out with us all the time." After a sad pause I added, "Used to, anyway."
"And now he won't talk to us long enough to explain," Evan said. "Somehow we have to let him know that the note isn't a problem anymore."
"He was acting jealous," Benny said. "I've seen that before, when my cousin Tito's best friend met another guy he liked better and Tito got dropped like a hot rock."
"Ouch," I commiserated. "That must have sucked for him."
"Yeah," Benny said, then added with a naughty smile, "but I made him feel better with some sucking of my own!"
We all grinned, then Alex asked, "Tito and his friend weren't, like, boyfriends though, right? I mean, they were just regular friends."
"Right," Benny said. "Tito never did anything until him and me did, but losing his best friend was plenty bad enough."
Alex turned back to us. "Do you think Tommy's jealous just because we're friends or because we're doing sex stuff?"
"I don't think he knows about that," Evan said. "We haven't told him and he sure wouldn't guess we were on our way to do it at Grandma's house!"
I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting for somebody's Mexican abuela, but Benny's Grandma looked pretty much like anybody else's. Better, even. One of my Grandmas looked really good at 53 and the attractive, smiling lady who greeted us at the door couldn't have been any older than that.
"Ah, Benito!" she said happily, gathering the boy into her arms. "You're a sight for sore eyes." She placed a quick kiss on his cheek and held him out at arms length for a good look. "Did you go and get taller again?"
Benny grinned and said, "Abuelita, I just saw you last week!"
"And you spent that whole time growing!" she said. "You have to cut that out, or you won't be my niñito anymore!"
Benny went back in for another hug. "I'll always be your niñito, I promise."
"You're a good boy, Benny," she said and kissed him on top of the head.
It was so wholesome I could have puked.
"Abuelita you know Alex," he said, "and these are my friends Evan and Nathan."
"Hello boys," she said brightly. "And thank you for helping with that pesky yard work."
She turned to lead us into the house and that's when I noticed that she walked with a limp. She saw that I had noticed.
"Damn arthritis," she explained. "Ten years ago I blew my knee out playing tennis and it hasn't been right ever since. I've had operations and it gets better for a while but then it gets worse again and now I can't even get up the stairs. It's a good thing I have Benny and his nice friends to help me or this place would be a disaster area."
She led us through the house and out the kitchen door into the back yard. It was like no disaster area I ever heard of, beautifully landscaped with a screened-in gazebo, a flower bed with just a couple of shoots starting to break through into the April sunshine, and wooden vegetable planters along the fence line waiting to be planted. I couldn't see anything that desperately needed doing.
As if reading my mind Benny's Grandma said, "It actually isn't too bad today. If you could go along the outside of the fence and pick up the trash that has blown there that will probably do it."
I pegged that for maybe ten minutes worth of work for the four of us. "Do you have a garden fork?" I asked her. She looked at me quizzically.
"I don't think that's the best way to pick up trash, honey" she said, as if to an idiot.
"I just mean it won't take very long to pick up the trash, so as long as we're here I could turn over the dirt in your veggie planters like I do for my Mom."
A big smile spread over her handsome features. "That would be very nice!" she said. "Thank you, Nathan. The fork is in the shed."
"Do you have another one, Abuelita?" Benny asked. "I could do the flower bed."
"No," I cautioned. "There are probably perennials under there waiting to come up. You'd mess 'em up if you did that."
"He's right, Chiquito," she said. "The boy knows his gardening."
I beamed all the way to the shed while the others headed out the gate to pick up trash. Benny's Grandma called over her shoulder as she limped back into the house, "Give me about half an hour and the churros will be ready."
The planters weren't very big and I figured 20 minutes would do it. As predicted the guys were back in minutes with a trash bag maybe a quarter full of paper wrappers and assorted crap that had stuck along the bottom of the fence. Benny wanted me to show him how to turn the soil and Evan and Alex took turns as well, and soon the work was done without anyone breaking a sweat.
Bustling into the kitchen Benny ran to his Grandma and said, "We're done already. Is there anything else we can do for you?"
"You know," she said, "it would be very nice if you could vacuum the play room upstairs. It hasn't been done in a while and I can't get up there, especially not with a vacuum cleaner."
"C'mon," Benny said, waving us to follow him. He pulled an upright vacuum out of a hall closet and handed it to me.
"You're the biggest," he teased with a smile, "so you get to muscle this thing up the stairs." Alex started to walk away but Benny stopped him. "Not so fast," he said. "If the vacuuming hasn't been done then the upstairs bathroom hasn't been cleaned either. Take that bucket of cleaning supplies and we'll do that while we're at it."
"Boy," Alex said in fake annoyance, "You're gonna make us earn those churros, aren't you?" but then the two friends shared a smile.
I noticed that Alex had pronounced the word in a flat American accent, without the lovely rolling Rs that make the language so beautiful. I decided it sounded more delicious in Spanish.
The upstairs hadn't been used much and only needed a once-over so we were done in fifteen minutes. I could smell the delicious Mexican pastry and it definitely had my name on it.
We bounded down the stairs and after putting away the tools of our efforts hurried into the kitchen. A plate piled high with fresh churros sat on the kitchen island and we eagerly climbed onto the four bar stools, practically drooling.
"Hold your horses!" Benny's Grandma said. "You pick up trash, dig in the dirt, clean a bathroom and you think you're going to eat with those hands? Think again, muchachos tantos."
We three gringos didn't know exactly what she'd just called us but we got the gist. We jumped off the stools and crowded around the kitchen sink, giggling and jostling for position as we all got a few layers of crud off of our hands.
One minute later I was moaning in gastronomic ecstasy as the sweet, delicious fried dough melted on my tongue. We all made unabashed yummy sounds and in record time we had each put down two of the sugary cinnamon delights. Benny reached for another but his Grandma playfully slapped his hand.
"That's enough, gordito," she said. "Tu madre me matará si estropeó tu cena."
Well, that was too much to let go by.
"What did she say?" I asked with a grin.
"She called me fatso," Benny said with a laugh, "and she said my Mom will kill her if she spoils my dinner."
Sensitive Alex was clearly aghast at his friend being so casually insulted by his own grandmother, but Benny headed it off.
"The gordito thing is different in Spanish," he said. "It's not really a put-down. It's more of a teasing thing, like a pet name."
"OK," Grandma said, changing the subject and reaching for her purse. "We said one dollar each I believe."
"You don't need to pay me," I said. "Your delicious churros were enough for me."
"Very nice pronunciation, Nathan," she said fondly. "Benny will have you speaking Spanish in no time, or at least Spanglish."
"That's..." Benny began but Evan chimed in.
"I get it, Spanish and English mixed together."
"Take the dollar, Nathan," Grandma said. "It's not going to make me eat cat food."
My eyes narrowed at the idea of Benny's abuela munching Meow Mix, though I had no clue what in the world paying me a dollar had to do with it.
"You boys run upstairs now and play your game," she said, distributing the other three dollars. "You only have an hour or so before you need to get going home."
I felt a bit unsettled as we trooped up the stairs once again. Benny inserted a game cartridge into the ancient console and in a minute the splash screen for Legend of Zelda came up on the TV. Benny deftly entered the hack code that set it to demo mode and turned up the volume.
"This game almost never goes quiet," he said softly, "and the demo loop runs for like ten minutes before it repeats. She'll never know we aren't really playing."
"Should we be doing this?" I asked. "Your Grandma is so nice I feel funny about fooling her."
"Well, maybe I can make you feel something different," Benny said, reaching straight between my legs and finding my dick. His voice had turned decidedly sexual and I gasped in surprise at his aggressive touch. Alex had presented Benny as a straight kid who just liked playing around for fun, but with him making the first move like this and remembering how he had "consoled" his cousin Tito I now thought it was a lot more serious for him than that.
My cock inflated in seconds and I forgot all about Benny's Grandma.
There was a futon mattress on the floor and Benny pulled me down onto it. Without a word he turned me onto my back and began fumbling with my belt. I made no effort to resist.
Would you?
I had been anxiously awaiting this day anticipating finally getting my hands on beautiful Alex, but there was a lot to be said for Benny's energetic ardor. This kid wanted me as badly as I wanted Alex and it was flattering and ego-boosting as hell. I looked to Evan and he was smiling broadly, a clear go-ahead.
Benny opened my pants and wrestled them down, unable to get them off because I still had my sneakers on. Evan jumped in to help, pulling off my left shoe and a second later Alex imitated him on my right. Benny tossed my pants to the side and reached for my underwear, jerking them down without hesitation. My cock sprang up just as stiff as it had ever been.
"Nice," Benny breathed as he pushed my knees apart and settled onto his stomach between them. In a second his warm mouth was on me and I knew that this was his passion in life. It was no casual sex-play to him. Benny was a gay boy who adored sucking cock.
I could relate.
"Help me with his shirt," Evan said to Alex, and four little hands tugged at it while I helped them as best I could. Suddenly I was naked except for my socks and Benny had my entire length engulfed. He slurped and sucked and licked with amazing energy and then reached up with both hands to play with my nipples. Apparently he had been briefed on my hot buttons and got me going incredibly quickly.
It was surreal, the exquisite sensations on my dick and nips while the room echoed with Zelda's electronic music and sound effects. Benny was very good and I knew he'd get me there big time if he kept it up. I turned my head and saw Evan avidly kissing Alex, and though they remained fully dressed I could see they were both very into it.
An especially strong jolt fired through my loins as Benny worked his magic. I found my hips flexing up to him without conscious direction from me. My pubes and balls rhythmically met his lips an inch above the futon. I held his head as I thrust, very aware of his silky-soft black hair between my fingers and getting off even on that. My breath came heavy and Benny made sounds not far removed from when he was devouring churros.
A searing bloom of heat began somewhere deep inside of me and I clutched his head to me with all my strength. His suction grew stronger as he strove to pull out what I so desperately needed to send forth. Unintelligible sounds came from both of us as my hips bucked and my guts quaked and my nuts pulled up tight, straining to shoot my nonexistent seed.
Benny rode the crest of my wave, holding me at blastoff minus one second for what felt like a really long time. My guts finally heaved and a universe of invisible dark matter surged out of me. I clutched his head and marveled at his voracious sucking, his efforts never subsiding until my peak was clearly past. He rode me back down to Earth, still nursing my sensitive flesh until I smiled down fondly upon him and gently nudged him away. He sat back on his haunches between my legs and beamed me a smile.
"I love your dick, Nathan," he said in all sincerity. "It's just long enough and just thick enough and it gets so fucking hard!"
I glanced over to gauge Evan's reaction and only then realized that he and Alex were no longer there. I saw shadows moving on the bathroom wall and I wondered why they went there together.
"Did you like it, Nathan?" Benny pushed. "Did I give a good blow job?"
I smiled at him. "Oh my God yes!" I said. I really meant it but I also sensed that he needed me to play it up even bigger. "That was the best one ever!" I lied.
In truth Evan had completely drained me just two days before in the woods; the undisputed Grand Champion of blow jobs in my brief career. This white lie didn't hurt anybody though and it made Benny feel good.
Not to mention that it really was a great blow job.
For some reason my socks were annoying me so I pulled them off and flung them in the general direction of my pants and shirt. Being completely bare-assed naked in Benny's Grandma's house was suddenly a major turn-on.
"Can I do you now?" I asked, with a little wiggle of the eyebrows like my Dad sometimes did when impersonating this guy in old movies called Groucho. I watched with him once and it actually was really funny.
Benny smiled and said nothing as he began stripping off his clothes. His shirt came off and my first impression was that Grandma had not been entirely wrong when she called him gordito. He was soft and rounded with little bitty boy-boobs and dark, fiercely erect nipples.
I was no one to talk about early-adolescent boys with boobs, having myself just finished a 6-month stretch in gynomastia prison. Mine were pretty flattened out by then but it had been touch-and-go for a long time.
Fortunately the touching part had been fun.
Benny had a small, soft roll around his middle too, which disappeared completely when he lay on his back. He wasn't actually fat, I decided, just not as slim and beautiful as the other boys I'd been with up to that point.
I'd had sex with five boys before Benny, and it seemed to me that mine was the least beautiful body of the bunch. OK, maybe I was objectively hotter than skinny Richie, but Tommy and Jake were athletes and Alex and Evan were simply, naturally, God-sculpted gorgeous.
Don't get me wrong though. I liked Benny a lot and I didn't only want to return the favor. I really wanted to suck his cock.
I watched him slip down his pants and underwear together and my eyes opened wide in surprise. Benny's stiff hairless little thing had a snorkel of foreskin protruding well past the head. I'd seen them before but this would be my very first close encounter with an uncircumcised dick!
"You've still got your skin," I observed.
He looked down at himself, as if he needed to verify it. "Yeah," he said a bit meekly. "Does that gross you out?"
"No, I think it's neat," I said with a smile. "I never, you know, had one like that before."
"Cutting it off is kind of an American thing," he said. "They don't really do it much in Mexico, or anywhere else really."
"Some religions do it," Evan interjected as he and Alex returned from the bathroom, nude and fully erect. "It's kind of a ritual, I think."
Alex piped in, "Give a piece of your weenie to God?"
We laughed. "I guess so," Evan said. "People do all kinds of weird shit for God."
I wasn't interested in a symposium on World Religions so I scooted over between Benny's open legs and took hold of his rampant boner.
"It feels weird," I said, "but in a really good way. I can move the skin over your head and it slides super easy."
"It feels really good when you do that, Nathan," he said. "My Dad says uncut dicks feel better than cut ones. He told me all about it when I was maybe about 8."
"Your Dad told you about jerking off when you were 8?" Alex asked in surprise.
"No, not exactly," Benny said. "He just said it was more sensitive. He told me I would start seeing other boys' dicks soon, like in gym class or at the pool, and I should know why mine looked different. But you know what? Him telling me that made me play with it to find out how sensitive it really was, so in a way my Dad got me to start jerking off!"
"Do you like how I'm doing it, Benny?" I asked, stroking him gently with a thumb and two fingers. That was about all that fit along his maybe-three-inches.
"You can do it harder," he said, and I complied. I began to caress his soft bare thigh with my other hand.
"I love your skin, Benny," I said. "It's super soft, and it's just a little bit darker than any of us. It's really pretty, like you have a permanent tan!"
"My skin is super white," Alex lamented. "I'm practically a snowman."
"I used to like to eat snow," Evan said cheekily. "Can I eat you?"
"Sure!" Alex replied and flopped onto his back right next to Benny. In a second Evan was prone between those lovely white legs, laving and slurping Alex's small pink erection for all he was worth.
"Damn, man," Alex breathed. "You do it good."
I grinned at Alex and said, "You ain't seen nothin' yet. Wait until he really gets sucking!"
Benny pointed down at his own waiting member. "I ain't seen nothin' yet either," he said in mock impatience. "How about a little taste of my sweet churro?"
I smiled and said, "My favorite treat," and ducked my face to his crotch.
Normally I would start with a soft lick right around below the dickhead pretty much following the circumcision scar, but this particular dickhead had no such clear delineation between the shaft and the head. I bent the cock back toward me so that I could look straight down the cone of his foreskin.
It was sort of like looking down a well to see what was at the bottom. Three-quarters of an inch inside was the tip of a perfectly normal cockhead, round and pink with the usual vertical pee-slit. Although I was intrigued I was also a bit intimidated by the unfamiliar terrain.
Benny had said it was extra-sensitive and I wondered if my usual approach would be too much for him, but then it occurred to me that Alex and probably Jake and Tito had all sucked Benny off without hurting him, and in any case he surely would have cautioned me if it could possibly be a problem. And then it further occurred to me that boys all over the world were having fun with their uncircumcised dicks and I decided that I was over-analyzing the whole thing.
I licked up the side of Benny's turgid little cock, which felt exactly like any other boy's until I got past the bulge of the head and onto the sudden emptiness of the protruding snorkel. It was weird, to have this loose skin under my tongue without the spongy firmness of his erect dick underneath it. I put the tip of my tongue right inside but couldn't quite reach his cockhead.
"Just skin it back," Benny urged, more than ready for the oral-genital action to begin. "Don't worry, it won't hurt me. It slides back real easy."
I used my thumb and forefinger to pull the skin backwards and sure enough it slipped right over the nice helmet-shaped head and gathered around the top of the shaft, just where the circumcision scar would have been. Other than the extra bunched-up skin it looked just like any other sweet little boner. I leaned in and licked around the corona.
"Ahh," Benny sighed. "That's what I'm talking about."
I took his dickhead into my mouth and pressed slowly down to the base, engulfing it fully. It was a marvelous, tasty piece of boy-meat and it pulsed and throbbed delightfully. He pushed his hips upwards a bit and his soft, smooth pubic area pressed against my nose.
He smelled great.
I found his tender hairless sack with my other hand and began to tease it with my fingertips. It was taut and round, the individual balls not separately visible but they squished around easily and I heard him sigh with pleasure.
"That's it, Nathan," he breathed. "Pump your mouth on it and play with my balls, just like you're doing."
I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft, marveling at the sensation of his foreskin sliding along with my lips. It was familiar yet a little bit different and I liked it more than I even expected to. I slid my free hand up to his baby-soft torso, lovingly caressing his smooth brown chest and finding one of his severely sharp nipples. He moaned as I added nipple play to my exquisite attack.
"Oh, yeah Nathan," he murmured with quickened urgency. "I think it's starting."
I pumped and pumped on his cock and tweaked and twirled his nipple. I gave it a pretty firm pinch and he reacted strongly.
"That's it, Nathan," he half-grunted. "I wanna cum. Make me cum, Nathan!"
"Suck that dick, Nathan!" came Alex's excited voice. "Fuck, this is so hot!"
I felt a presence next to my ear and I knew it was Evan. "Go for it, baby," he whispered. "I love watching you suck!"
Benny's thighs tensed and he pulled my head down with all his strength. I had all of his cock and I sucked with everything I had. I knew it would happen any second but something told me to give it one more beat.
And then when it was exactly the right time I pinched Benny's tit really hard. I felt him rush over the edge, his stifled scream of pleasure telling me exactly how hard I had made him cum.
It was incredibly satisfying.
Benny twitched and squirmed under me, his soft warm skin grinding against my nose and chin. He gasped and heaved as he came down and, once he had regained some modicum of composure, began to lovingly stroke my cheeks and play his fingers through my hair.
"That was awesome, you guys!" Alex gushed. "You should have seen your face, Benny. You were all red and sweaty and you were making faces like you could hardly stand it!"
Benny chuckled softly and made fond eye contact with me. "It was amazing, Nathan," he said with every ounce of his sincerity. "Thank you."
I rolled away from between his legs and smiled sheepishly. I still wasn't the best at accepting praise, although I knew that when it came to making boys feel good I was right up there.
Evan's soft hand lightly touched my shoulder. "That's my guy," he said proudly, his eyes full of love.
"Hey Evan," Alex interrupted. "Are you ready to try the other thing?"
Evan's smile widened. "I sure am!"
Benny shot me a questioning glance and I shrugged. Alex rolled onto his back once again and Evan settled between his legs just as they had before, but then Alex pulled his legs up over his head and I was both surprised and excited.
"You gonna lick his butt?" I asked.
"We washed each other in the bathroom and did rock paper scissors to see who did it first."
"Oh," I said, "And Alex won?"
Evan grinned naughtily. "No, I did!"
I returned my horny little boyfriend's grin while Benny and I took close-up positions where we could watch the show. Evan leaned right into Alex's wide-open cleft and pulled it even wider with his two thumbs.
"Do it, Evan!" Alex urged. "Lick me!"
Evan extended his cute pink tongue and lapped Alex's sweet pucker from bottom to top. Alex sighed and Evan took a breath, but then with a smile for me Evan leaned right back in and began running his tongue all around and inside of Alex's hole. He never hesitated, rimming like it was the most natural thing in the world. I watched in fascination as Evan worked his tongue deeper and deeper inside of Alex.
"Oh, fuck Evan," Alex moaned. "You really never did this before? Oh, God, you're way in there!"
I ducked my head to within inches of their decadence. "Jesus, Evan," I whispered to my boyfriend. "That's so fucking hot! You're just the sexiest boy in the whole world!"
He pulled an inch away just long enough to say, "This is the craziest thing I ever did, but I love it!"
Evan licked and lapped and probed as Alex squirmed and sighed and gasped. Both of them were as into it as they could be.
"Benny?" Alex implored. "Do we have anything we could use for lube? Vaseline, hand cream, anything?"
"I'm sorry, man," Benny said. "There's nothing up here, and by the time I get dressed and go find something it will be time to go."
"Shit!" Alex cried. "God, I need to get fucked!"
My heart pounded so hard it gave me a headache. The irony was killing me, that beautiful little Alex who I was dying to fuck was right in front of me begging for cock, and for the mere lack of lube I couldn't accommodate him. It killed me even worse when I remembered that my Mom had a whole drawer of little bottles taken from hotels: hand cream, body lotion, shampoo and the like. If only I had thought to slip one of those into my pocket before school that morning! She must have had fifty of them and would never have missed one in a million years! I vowed on the spot that from then on I would always have something handy for emergencies — like an open and willing butthole!
Looking back I realize that I was so consumed with my own lust for Alex's amazingly hot bottom that it never even occurred to me that maybe he was actually begging for Evan to fuck him and not me. My self-centered libido just assumed that somehow Alex's ass was reserved for me, apparently just because I wanted it.
Boy, I was kind of a dick, wasn't I?
Evan popped up his head and asked, "Should I switch to a blow job, Alex?"
"He can make you cum, for sure," I said. "He's great at it!"
"OK," Alex said. "I've gotta get off somehow! But flip around, Evan, like a 69. You're all nice and clean, so I'm gonna lick your ass while you suck me!"
I sighed and said, "Yeah, it's a shame to waste a nice ready asshole."
Evan deftly switched positions and slurped Alex's deep pink boyhood into his mouth while Alex picked up his head and began to tongue-bathe my boyfriend's delicious pink bunghole. I grabbed my own dick and started beating it furiously, my eyes flicking back and forth between the two ends of the marvelous vision before me and remembering when my tongue was the one in Evan's wonderful cavern. In no time I was bearing down on another orgasm.
I felt Benny scoot up and press his chest up against my back. I expected him to reach around and take over jacking me or something of that nature but instead he began massaging my shoulders, nuzzling the back of my neck and pecking soft kisses behind my ears, trailing them down to my shoulders and back again. It was sensual and affectionate and I gasped at the overwhelming sexiness of it all.
And then he reached around and took both of my pin-sharp nips in his fingers, gently pinching and tickling them as he whispered soft, sexy words directly into my ear.
"Watch your boy Nathan. Look at him sucking that beautiful dick. Look at Alex licking right up in there Nathan, right up inside your boyfriend's tight hot asshole!"
Oh my God did I cum! I flopped around and pushed back against Benny, my guts heaving and little grunts escaping despite my best efforts to keep them in. I jerked my dick and came and grunted and flopped and moaned until the waves of pleasure were finally finished having their way with me and I collapsed into a wrung-out dishrag.
Benny turned my face to his and tenderly kissed my lips, driving home the amazing affection I felt for my newest friend. I locked eyes with him and pressed my lips harder against his, sensing us both falling into each other.
Alex's muffled cry of ecstasy broke the spell and Benny and I both turned to see. The boys were writhing together feverishly, both struggling to breathe through their noses while their mouths were busy on each other's excited flesh. Alex gripped Evan's hips and pulled him back to his face with all his strength, his little tongue buried in my boy's ass, while Evan pumped his mouth up and down Alex's short, stiff poker for all he was worth. Evan's face was deep red and beaded with sweat as Alex thrust his hips up to that plunging mouth, meeting it above the futon with double-time slaps. Alex's legs tensed and his belly twitched and then a second later the boy groaned out his desert-dry orgasm.
Much as I loved to make boys cum I also found it great fun watching them cum with someone else, when I could observe with a more detached eye. Alex really had a good one with his tongue up Evan's ass, evidenced by his bucking and writhing and the way his hairless little balls pulled up and strained. Evan seemed thrilled to have made it happen for Alex but I knew Evan's signs and I didn't think he got there himself. Typical of my generous boyfriend though, he came up smiling and genuinely happy for the pleasure he'd given Alex.
"Boys!" we heard echoing up the stairwell, the commanding tone of an abuela not to be trifled with. "What is going on up there? Come on, now, it's time to go home!"
"Yes, Abuelita," Benny called in his most innocent niñito voice. "We just have to put the game away."
We all scrambled into our clothes and tried not to look as flushed, sweaty and guilty as we actually felt when we hurried past Grandma and out and away.
Thanks for reading Part 3 of Nathan's Naughty Note. Part 4 is coming soon, or if you came to this story late it's already in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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