Not So Grown Up - Part 2

      

 

Henry walked into his bedroom and peeled off his sweaty shirt. He swung it in the hamper before walking over to the air conditioning mounted in the window and turning it on. The blast of cold air made his nipples stand up. He just stood there for a second enjoying it. It had been nice hanging out with the new neighbors for a bit, but he had to send them home when they got baseball practice.

Walking over to his bed, he picked up his phone and started texting Ashton. They had exchanged numbers before leaving. He started typing a message.

-I asked. One has a brother your age. There are two for Mason. There's a couple of cousins, but they would be a maybe. If you come to the game Saturday, some should be there-

He sent the message and put the phone down before taking off his pants. They had grass stains on them. With this being the last practice for the week, he put them in the hamper too. His mom only bothered washing those once a week. He was slipping off his socks when he heard the little thing that signified he got a message. Leaning over, Henry looked down at it.

-Thanks. You're so nice! Two questions. Is there a place to order pizza around here? Would it be okay if we went swimming tomorrow? Dad found our suits! -

Henry was a little disappointed to read the last part, but he wondered if he could get them into some other competition like they had done today. He did not immediately respond and instead put on his pajama bottoms before going out to his mom and getting the numbers from her. He texted both with his own opinion on the pizzas and added they could stop by.

Retreating to his room, he plopped down in the bean bag chair. Henry's parents would not let him have a TV in his room, which sucked because it was the only one with an air conditioner. He started streaming through his phone, propping it up and staring at it. His mind was not really on the show but thinking back to earlier.

Ashton and Mason were not biological brothers. Ashton's mother had died when he was young, whereas their daddy has conceived Mason after their dads were together. It was a little confusing at first hearing about it. They had two dads, but only called one dad and the other daddy. Henry had not called his dad, `daddy' since he was probably younger than Mason, but he guessed it worked. It had been interesting to hear about it. Of course, not as nice as seeing the two naked.

Shifting a little back in the bean bag chair, he tried to remember what the two brothers had looked like. Mason had brown hair and either a tan or slightly darker skin color than Ashton. Ashton's hair was more of a dirty blond. The most significant difference had been between their legs. It was so weird that the younger Mason was bigger than his brother. But he was not sure what a nine-year-old should look like, but it was bigger than Ashton's thing for sure.

Thinking back to earlier was having an effect on Henry. He reached down and felt his erection in his pajamas. Henry wondered if his neighbors felt as hard as he did when he was like this. The idea of feeling the other two up brought him to full mast. Pushing his pajamas down, Henry freed his erection. It stuck straight up towards the ceiling.

Henry wrapped his fingers around his dick and slowly started to stroke. In his imagination, he was back in the little fort, but instead of just masturbating together, they were racing to see who would finish. In his mind, he reached over and started stroking Ashton before pulling him in and kissing him. He had no idea what that would be like, but he wanted it. He wanted to feel someone between his legs, to hold someone, to grind against them. He wanted all the feelings. What it felt like to have a dick in his mouth or to hold another one in his hand. He climaxed to that thought.

Henry knew he had always liked boys. He had friends who were girls, but that had been mostly back when they were more immature and playful. Now they seemed to stand around and talk. A couple of his friends were falling into that too. For a brief second, he hoped the boys would not make any friends at the baseball game. Henry felt a little guilty about that, but it would be nice to have somebody nearby again.

Kicking his pajamas off, he lowered his underwear the rest of the way and used it to clean himself off before tossing it in the hamper. Turning off his air conditioning, he put his pajama bottoms back on and grabbed a nature walk before heading back out into the house.

It was a little after ten the next morning when Henry got the text that they were coming over. It was already hot, so Henry texted them back to head straight for the pool. Henry had pulled the solar cover off with the help of his mom, just as the two were arriving. To his disappointment, they had already changed into their swimming trunks. Ashton's swimming trunks were like his only bright red, but Mason's were smaller. They were so little that the oversized shirt he was wearing almost made him look like he was not wearing anything. Both boys got off their bikes and carefully put their kickstands downs before wandering over. They both had backpacks.

"Hey, Henry. Hi, Mrs. McRae! Our parents want to know if they could come over and introduced themselves some time. They like to meet our friend's parents."

Henry's mother smiled. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem. Is there a time that would be good for your mom and dad?"

The brothers shared a brief look. "We were going to go to Henry's game. You said there should be some kids for us to meet there. Could they stop by before and follow you down?"

"I don't see why not," Henry's mom said. "We usually leave at 9. I'll see if your parents can stop by around 8:30. I would love to meet your parents."

"I'll pass that along," Ashton said with a little smile, waiting until Henry's mother was out of earshot. He asked. "You didn't tell?"

Henry shrugged. "It didn't come up. I'll tell my folks tonight if you want."

Ashton did not respond instantly. "I'm just a little nervous. I have never been the new guy."

"Don't worry so much. You are my friends." Henry said with a little smile. "Let me go run and change. I'll be back in 2 minutes. You can put your backpacks in the clubhouse if you want."

Henry ran towards his house, passing his mom on the way. Grabbing his swim trunks from the bathroom, he quickly stripped and out them on. Grabbing a towel, he headed back out with only a pair of flip-flops.

The brothers had taken off their shirts. Mason's swimming trunks were skin-tight. He caught himself looking at them and tried to cover it. "Aren't those a little tight, Mason?"

The younger boy shook his head. "They're for racing. I was on a team for swimming. I made daddy promised that he would let me race over here too. I guess we have to drive over to the next town."

"You are on a swimming team?" Henry said as he put the ladder into the pool. "I would have thought you would be faster then."

"I went easy on you yesterday." Mason said, hopping onto the ladder as soon as it was put in.

Henry let the two brothers go in first. He did not mind the view.

They raced back and forth for a bit. Mason was fast, but he complained that there was not enough space for him to get a good lead.

"Your legs are longer than mine! You kickoff better." was one of Mason's arguments.

Ashton teased him a little for whining, and Henry joined in once he saw the little guy could take it. He responded by squashing them, which resulted in Henry trying to dunk him. He was a slippery little guy. Henry found himself hard again, feeling the muscular little legs slipping between his hands. A situation made worse when Ashton decided to show some brotherly love and attacked him from behind. It was a three-way battle. Henry thought his cock got grabbed, but the hand was only there for a second, and he wrote it off as an accident.

After that, they made a whirlpool, moving around it. They were able to create a current strong enough to push the ladder over to one side. Occasionally one of them would try to run against it, and it was intense. Both Mason and Ashton toppled over at least once when trying to go against it.

Ashton announced he was tired. With the ladder not being usable now, they just went out over the side. Mason needed help. Henry provided a barricade against the current and a knee to use as a stepping stool.

Like yesterday they moved into the clubhouse and headed upstairs. Just as everyone was laying the towels down, Ashton asked. "Can I take my shorts off? They'll dry quicker that way."

"Sure," Henry said instantly, realizing that he had probably sounded too eager, he added. "I... we saw everything yesterday."

Mason laughed. Henry felt his cheeks blush. Ashton pulled his trunks down and threw them back down onto the floor. Mason just put his on the floor. Henry was the last to do so. He crossed his legs in front of himself, partly concealing his private area. Mason was leaning against the wall legs spread, just letting it all hang out. Ashton tucked one leg up so he could rest his chin on it.

Ashton broke the silence asking what position Henry played on the baseball team. It was weird talking about normal stuff like that while they were naked. Maybe this was what locker room chat was supposed to be like, but he could not keep his eyes from staring between the boy's legs.

"I'm bored." Mason suddenly announced. "Can we sword fight?"

"I guess I could get some sticks from the woods." Henry said, reaching for his swimming trunks.

Mason shook his head. "Not that sword fighting." He pointed towards his crotch. "Like yesterday."

Ashton tried to kick his brother. It was only a half-hearted attempt. "Ignore him. It's something we used to do."

"Yeah, but what is it?" Henry said, feeling himself already becoming hard. Leaning forward, he tried to push it down casually, but Ashton was staring at him.

"Well, it's like yesterday only we're rubbing against each other instead of our hands. The last one hard is the winner." Ashton said, covering half of his face with his hands like he was embarrassed describing it.

The idea sounded arousing to Henry, but he saw one problem. "I wouldn't mind trying it, but I don't know if any of you noticed yesterday, but stuff comes out when I cum."

"We can just jump in the pool." Mason said, getting to his knees. His limp penis was starting to become stiff. Henry could not help but watch.

Ashton put his hands down. "All right then. Three-way battle."

Ashton gave a few rules. Most of them obvious, like no punching or grabbing anyone's penis. They were just supposed to rub. Henry still was not quite sure how to do it but would follow their lead. They formed a little triangle. Ashton made the first move by closing the remaining distance and brushing up against Henry's erection.

Henry had rubbed against his bed and pillow. Those had felt different than just using his hand. However, feeling another erection against his own was different. Maybe it was more in his brain, but it felt exciting. Like there was a tingling in his balls and stomach. The nervous laugh that escaped his lips also made him blush a little. In response, Mason giggled and pushed back.

Ashton's little dick poked Henry in the balls. The oldest boy twisted his hips, trying to grind up against the little thing. Mason pushed his hips forward, sliding his erection behind Henry's. For a second, the oldest boy had two dicks touching him from either side. He pushed his hips back, trying to push Mason back.

It was quiet. The three boys were pushing and grinding against each other like elephant seals trying to figure out dominance. It was exciting in a way that was hard to describe. Henry felt himself starting to leak and a growing feeling that made him want to push over one of the boys and rub against him. However, he did have enough of a competitive spirit to realize he should fall back.

Unfortunately, Mason must have seen that as a weakness. The youngest boy threw his entire body weight against Henry. He found himself tipping over to the side. Before he could roll over, Mason was straddling him. Henry pushed his hips upwards, but that only cause Mason to fall forward onto his chest. Small arms wrapped around Henry as the youngest boy ground against him.

Henry had two thoughts. The first one was, he had passed the point of no return. He could feel his climax building and did not care about winning. The second one was Mason did not care either. Henry felt his climax coming. The little liquid shot out between the two of their bellies. Mason went a little longer, but he came to a stop, still hugging Henry.

There were a few seconds of silence before Mason slowly slid off. Ashton was still on his knees, looking at the two of them, his small dick hard. "Guess I win."

Mason touched the gooey substance on his stomach. "Slippery." He squished his face up like he was disgusted.

Henry reached for his swimming trunks intending to wipe it off. Mason lunged towards his brother. With his sticky hand, he intended to wipe it on his brother. Ashton caught it. The two started to struggle. Ashton was older but being caught on his knees gave him a disadvantage. Mason looked like he was just about to overpower his brother when there was a shout.

"Boys!" Henry's mom called out.

Everyone froze for a second before Mason dropped back to the ground, and everyone started scrambling for their shorts.

"Boys, do you want lunch?" She said again.

Henry's heart felt like it had stopped at the first shot but started beating with the second. Standing up, he looked over the side. "Sure, you could have just sent a text, Mom."

His mom was a dozen steps away from the fort. "It would have saved me the walk, but you left your phone in your room. Hot dogs and French fries okay with you guys?"

Henry checked with the other two, and it was. They draped the towels over the clubhouse's side before heading down. The brothers put on their shirts, Henry walking back to the house bare-chested. Even though he had wiped himself down thoroughly, he felt like somehow someone could still see the stain on his stomach.

Within fifteen minutes, they had gone from rubbing their erections together to sitting down for lunch. If Henry had thought about it more, he would have felt it was weird. They chatted like nothing had happened, drifting from topic to topic. Ashton was the one that brought up the idea of playing with Nerf guns. He wanted to try attacking the fort.

After they finished eating, Henry took them to his room to dig out the Nerf guns from his closet. He had not used them in months, but a few experimental shots showed they were all still working. The next three hours passed by, shooting, and jumping in the pool. Ashton tried to pull Mason's swimming shorts off, but that was just brother stuff.

When the brothers had to go home, Henry felt more exhausted than he did after a game. He retreated into his room and turned on the air conditioner. He sat down in his bean bag chair. Henry just sat there for a few minutes before his mind wandered back to earlier that day. Henry's siblings were older. His brother was in college and trying to blast through it so fast he was not even bothering to take the summer off. His older sister was rarely home, either working or hanging out with friends. They were not close.

Were Ashton and Mason closer because they were closer in age? He could not imagine being naked in front of any of his siblings, let alone doing any of that stuff. He had a few friends who were in a close age range. He wondered if they did stuff. He had never really thought about it. There was no way he could ask.

He wondered if those two had done anything else with each other. His mind started to wander onto that subject. Images popped in his mind, other sex things they might be doing. Despite their age difference, Henry found himself imagining doing more things with them.

Before his imagination could get carried away, there was a knock at his door. "Come in."

His mom came in. "I need to grab some laundry."

Henry stood up and beat her to the hamper, tossing some of his clothing into the basket she held out. As she turned to leave, he remembered the promise he had made Ashton. "Mom, can we talk for a minute?"

"Walk and talk." she said, turning to leave the room.

Henry followed her. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"Door." she responded.

Henry went back and closed his bedroom door then followed her to the laundry room. "Ashton wanted me to tell you something."

"Oh, what's that?" She said, lifting the basket of laundry onto a little table.

Henry did not have to be asked. He started unloading the washing machine and putting it in the dryer for her. "There's just something about their family. He asked me about it, and I didn't know how to answer."

"What's that?"

Henry hesitated. "Well, both of their parents are men. They're a gay couple, and well..." he trailed off, not sure why he was feeling so nervous about bringing it up. "They wanted to know if that would be a problem around here."

His mom was spraying some stuff on his clothing. She stopped for what seemed like several seconds. "I see. Well, it's not a problem for me. I don't think your father will care either. Do you remember Tom and Steve?"

Henry did remember Tom and Steve. They had been the last of the tenants to move out of the trailers. "The brothers?" His heart started to beat faster.

"Well, that's what we told you. Tom and Steve were a gay couple, Henry. You were so little at the time that we didn't want to bring it up with you. If those two have gay parents, that's fine with me. I can't speak for everyone. I can think of a few people who may not like it, but that doesn't mean they're going to make a scene about it."

Henry felt a sense of relief out of proportion to the news. "Thanks, I'll pass it along."

He finished unloading the washing machine and was about to leave when his mom asked a question.

"How do you feel about it?"

Henry stopped in his tracks and then just shrugged. "I don't care. It's just nice to have someone to hang out with again. Someone I don't have to call and arrange stuff with, you know?"

His mom stared at him for a moment before turning back to the wash. "They seem like nice boys. It'll be nice to meet their dads."

For a second, Henry had a feeling something was going on. He ignored the feeling and headed back into his room, texting Ashton he had told his mom about it. About an hour later, he got a smiling emoticon back.

 

End of Part 2.

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