Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 16:56:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Gregory Eugene Subject: Parentless boys chapter 2 Parentless Boys, Chapter 2 Gregor E Gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com I like believing you would consider my stories and characters as real. Probably, not so real. I would really like to know what you think of my story. Good or bad, too long, too many words, not enough description, or how it made you feel. I would love to read emails and will do what it takes to respond to you. Please email me at gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com Thanks Gregor E I hope the title shows up correctly. It keeps getting changed to PANTLESS... instead of Parentless. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html After that fun with the Lasky boys, my mom came to check on me. She brought a box of eggs from our chickens and wanted to go grocery shopping for the town house and the ranch house. So, I felt like I was smart to be careful about when the boys were at the house or what I was doing. I really didn't have any plans. First, I didn't know the Lasky boys were there, and second, I thought the how town house thing was supposed to be during school times and not the summer. And third, my mom said that she was going to live in town too. As well as my dad was going to live here most of the time. I wasn't needed very much around the ranch that summer. We didn't have any new colts. We finished rebuilding the entire fence line. We were still waiting to get the pipes to build the new stalls and corral. My parents finally listened to me about how much I hated my bedroom. We were in one of the older ranch houses and it had problems. I first hated the paint color. It was puke green, I have no idea how my grandparents or great grandparents ever thought it was a good color. It made the lights look green and made my whole body look moldy. And I hated the roof that leaked. I hated that the scorpions could crawl so easily through the cracks in the walls. And a lot more little stuff. So, since we had the town house, they could move me out and redo my room without making me sleep on the couch in the living room. It smelled like one huge fart too. And my parents ended up staying at the ranch more than they expected. They also trusted me. They knew I could cook and take care of myself. The one thing they reminded me to do was shower, often. My mom said she needed to do stuff in town and was going to stay at least a few nights. I also heard her talking to my aunt. She didn't say it exactly like this but I knew she was saying that my dad was taking advantage of it just being them in the house and he wanted to fuck as much as he could. That was interesting to me. I kept a vision in my head that I should have been fucking the youngest Lasky boy, Clark. I knew Clark wanted to do it but I hadn't seen him since my mom came in. I had absolutely no experience with fucking. Not a girl, not a boy, not even a goat (like a couple of my cousins, maybe. I was told that anyway). It was only recently that I had ever touched another boy's dick, and had my dick played with. It lit a wanting in my brain. I got real clothes on and spent a few days helping my mom rounding up materials for the redo. I wore jeans, and they felt so weird, especially my dick and balls rubbing on the denim. I also realized at the end of summer, I had outgrown my jeans, and underwear. I did most of the lifting and loading. We got everything faster than she thought and my mom didn't want to park the trailer on the City Streets very long. Them city folk would steal it all! So we ran to the store and bank one more time and she left me there. When I watched the trailer turn on to the main road, I went back inside and got naked right away. I wanted to get out of my clothes fast. I didn't even jack off right away but I was scratching my balls and getting air down there. It was the first time in days that my junk had any freedom and it felt great. I had never played with and stretched my scrotum that much in my life. I also experimented with my balls, to see if they could go inside of me or swap sides. I know I was being weird but I was able to experiment with myself. I sat on the couch and spread arms and legs and just relaxed. I didn't move until it was dinner time. Instead of eggs or hamburgers or ham, or spaghetti, I chose the rest of the box of Daylite Donuts. My football couch would have had a fit if he knew I was eating like that. He would also have a fit that I didn't share the donuts with him. My team mates would bring him donuts anytime they thought they were in trouble. I would say anytime we lost a game but we never lost those years. The next morning, by the time the sun was high and it got hot, I heard the doorbell. As I walked to the door, I saw Conrad, Curtis, and Clark looking through the window and I waved them in. They were all smiles, and yet, they did look as dirty as normal. Although, they didn't smell musky or musty. They asked if my parents were actually gone. They smiled big when I said for probably a week. They also had a plan, and they had a handful of coins. Conrad told me it was his turn to buy me an Icee. They had the Coke flavor working! I couldn't resist that and we headed for the Cabell's. Curtis was walking in front of us and his shorts had a big gash across the back. His shiny white butt was clearly visible. I kept looking at that as we walked. I got into the rhythm of his butt moving. All of them were talking to me and I was trying to hold the different conversations. At one point, I realized they seemed a lot nicer and smarter than in the past. I figured it was because I got to know them. When we got back to my house, we flopped down on the couch and cooled off. It didn't take long before we were talking fun and sex and jacking off. Clark said that since he found out that he could jack off (actually that he could cum) he was doing it a lot. He asked me if I wanted to see as he stood up and pulled his shorts down. It shocked me some when I saw how red his dick was, from his foreskin all the way to the base. I thought he had rubbed all the skin off! His brothers laughed about it and said they told him that if he did it too much that his dick would just fall off. Well, I didn't jack off that much but I had a time when there wasn't that much to do in the country and I jacked a little too much. I learned from a cousin that there was something that would be good. I didn't tell my cousin what I had done to my favorite appendage but I heard him talk about treating his cows' teats. Udder balm was a miracle cream that worked on raw chapped skin. It really did. And I didn't even have to go to the barn to get it. My mom kept it in the house for her skin. She said she used it on me when I was little. My butt got all chapped. I don't know how or why. Mom included it in her cosmetics and put some in her bathroom at the town house. I told Clark to leave his shorts off and I would be right back. I grabbed the balm and got Clark in front of me. I applied it to his dick and kept rubbing it in. I knew I was jacking him as much as applying the balm. He was loving it. He said it was feeling better as soon as I put it on. I got a nice boner that was tenting my shorts. It was so good that Conrad and Curtis had to use some. Conrad asked me if I wanted to see something really neat. He grabbed Curtis and they got on the floor. Conrad stroked his dick a few times to make sure it was all lubed up and hard. He added some to Curtis' dick and balls. Then, Curtis got on top of Conrad. They got lined up so that Curtis's dick was rubbing right on top of Conrad's. I watched and saw their balls get squashed as Curtis started to hump. There was no buttholes involved, just dicks rubbing together. Conrad said it was ONE way for boys to fuck. I was really sorry to not have gotten closer to see what they were doing. I thought they were just rubbing boners together. I'd find out a year or more later that they were docking. They thought I wasn't interested in that and just left it alone. If I had only known, it could have been a routine occurrence. Clark was all doctored up and I stood up. I stood there for just a few seconds and Clarked pulled my shorts down. He was surprised to find I was also wearing a jock, the old fashion kind with straps that came together near the taint. He liked how it let my butt to be rubbed. That was the start of a fascination of jocks. It was mostly Clark but the other two enjoyed how I looked and how odd it was to wear something that didn't even start to cover a butt. Over the years, we had conversations that it should be legal for boys to wear jocks in school and public. If girls could wear bikinis, boys should be able to wear just jocks. I had to laugh to myself several times. Other than a bare butt, my jock covered more than their tight little cut off jeans did. At least my dick wasn't poking out the sides and my balls weren't falling out. Clark want to use the balm on me. He had me stay still in front of him and the put his hand under my jock and balmed me up. I was shaking all over as he was doing that. I was exciting and felt like he was doing something in hiding. Clark quit rubbing the balm in and had me get on the floor. He pulled my jock down just under my balls. It was a lot of balm! He could have rubbed a long time before the balm was all rubbed in. Clark sat on my belly. His brothers kept telling him "do it, do it, come on do it". I should have known was going to happen and when I realized it, my heart was pounding hard and fast. I was quiet but Clark's brothers were giving little cheers for him. Clark with a little help from Conrad, lined up my dick with Clark's butthole. When the tip of my dick felt his tight little hole, I almost shot my cum right then. I gasped loud enough to make them all laugh. I could barely stand the anticipation, I felt like Clark was going slow just to torment me. I'm sure now he was going slow so that it wouldn't hurt. It would be awhile before I found out that it could hurt. I felt my dick head get squeezed as it was going in. Slowly my head went in and then I felt a pop! Clark yelped a little and I made some kind of sound, not sure if it was a human sound. Once my dick head was in, my thin shaft was going in much easier. I had to think to breathe as I could feel my dick going deeper and deeper. I could hear the voice in my mind that kept saying "I'm fucking, I'm fucking, I'm fucking!!!!" Just as Clark's pubic bone hit my bone, Curtis got right in my face and said that I was in all the way. Conrad was coaching Clark, telling him to go slow or to hold still until it felt good. It felt good to me! Clark got humping, slowly at first and not going up very high. Then he would do too much and make me fall out. I was begging to get back inside. I know they were laughing at me but I needed to me in! After I came out a couple of times, Conrad slipped out from under Curtis and stood behind Clark. Conrad grabbed Clark at the hip and guided him on speed and distance. I'm looking up at their faces. Clark was in a little pain but he had on his fuck-face. Conrad was smiling and winking at me! I got thinking that it was really cool that I was actually fucking both of them. Or that Conrad was fucking me with Clark. Either way, I started begging them not to quit and telling them how good it felt. I thought I was going to cum several times but I clamped down and held off. Conrad let go of Clark and told us to get ready. Clark really started to use his butt to fuck me. There was no stopping or going much longer. I lifted my hips like I was trying to thrust in deeper into Clark. The hardest cum I ever had blasted out of my dick. I could feel it pounding behind my balls. I kept shooting and shooting. Even when I knew my balls were empty, I had a few more spasms. My mouth got so dry that I couldn't swallow and could barely breathe. The sound of my naked, sweaty body hit the tile floor so hard that it sounded like I fell from 10 feet high. Clark kept moving a little, to grind it in. My dick had never been that sensitive and I yelped each time he moved. Clark stopped moving but Conrad sat on my leg and reached around and jacked off Clark. I could feel Conrad's hot and wet butthole pressing on the skin of my leg. It was making me stay hard as I was still inside Clark's butthole. Clark lasted only a little while and then started shooting on me. It was so cool to see cum shooting towards my eyes. I swear I could see his pee hole open wide and then cum fly out. It was even more amazing that I could feel his spasms squeezing on my dick. Clark laid down on top of me and we didn't move for many minutes. My dick flopped out of his hole and we both jumped. Both of us were soaking wet with sweat and we had to recover for a while. The whole time I kept thinking, "I just fucked!" I'm not sure how long we stayed there but when we moved, I looked over at Curtis and Conrad. Curtis was on his knees and hands. Conrad was crouched behind him. They were doing it doggy style, actual doggie style. I thought that was just guys being funny but I found out that it was a real thing. Curtis kept looking at us and smiling. Conrad looked a little mean, or a little mad as he was pounding his boner into Curtis. I could see under Curtis and I thought it was weird that Curtis' dick was flopping and bouncing around every time Conrad thrusted into him. Conrad yelled as he shot and Curtis yelled like he was mocking Conrad. Under Curtis was a big puddle of his cum. I don't know how he could shoot and still be soft. With all the Lasky boys collapsed on the floor, I had to get up to get water. I gulped down a lot right in the kitchen and brought out glasses, ice, and pitchers of water for them. When I came back in, the scent hit me hard. I liked it but I knew it wasn't going to be good with parents around. We hung around the living room for at least an hour maybe two. Just staying naked and feeling each other up. Clark was very interested in my pee hole. It was like he was trying to wiggle his finger inside of it. Thin dick, thinner pee hole. We were laughing and making jokes. Curtis said the next thing we do is he would fuck my butt. That made me react enough to make them all laugh. I had thoughts that it would be a good idea. And also wasn't sure if I could handle it. Nothing had ever gone up my butthole since a baby thermometer. I didn't want to whine and not take it but with the way they were talking, "if you poke a dick in, you got get poked too". At least it wasn't that day. It took a while to clean up. A lot of toilet paper and towels to clean the floor. We needed to shower too. We didn't want to try to shower together again. It was fun the first time but too crowded and too dangerous. I let them go first. I sat on the floor and kept looking at my dick. I was looking at it like it had changed, somehow it had matured by getting to fuck somebody. I had a little mental conversation with it. I was just silly and made myself laugh. I made my dick talk back by squeezing my dick head so his mouth opened and closed. I think that is the happiest I've been for possessing a dick. The boys eventually came out of the bathroom. They told me that I would have to wait, there was no more hot water. They did smell extremely clean, or at least a lot like Irish Spring. It looked to me like their freckles on their faces and shoulders were better defined and it made me wonder if they had been that dirty that it just smeared the freckles. I thought it would be nice to start with them taking showers. I was still on the floor and Clark grabbed the udder balm can and said he needed more. Just not as much. I used a more modest amount to coat his dick. The first time, I used enough to coat a cow's big udder. He got hard and pointed at my face as I was rubbing it. My heart started beating faster when he pulled back his foreskin and wanted me to put the balm underneath. It looked so different and so tender that I was a little afraid to do it. I slid my finger all around, even when Clark let his skin close over the head. I looked up at his face and he said that was feeling really good. Curtis was paying more attention to my boner. It was throbbing and twitching. Curtis was teasing me a little about how much I was enjoying it. With balm on my hand, and a killer boner, I would usually have started jacking right then. I just wanted to be cool and not do it. I was pleased that precum started to ooze. I got to be a precum fan that summer.