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Pookie Crashes a Garden Party

by Larkin, all rights reserved



The brothers were very different.  Dusty always seemed to have a sweet, open and angelic smile on his face.  He was agreeable, pliable and generally irresistible.  

In contrast, Pookie always seemed to bear an ornery frown, maybe because he was always ready to jump into the fray. His mother called him the little dictator.  In spite of the contrast between the two they share the title of adorable, equally.  

Surrounded by toys, they sat together in their room.  They had everything they could possibly want and not a worry in the world.  With a birthday coming up Pookie was going to be 8 and even though he was younger than Dusty by 2 years, Pookie was clearly the one in charge.

There was nobody home except the maid and she was downstairs preparing an evening meal.  The boy's parents were on an afternoon outing.  

The bedroom door opened up and Haddie, the maid stood there. Dusty was reclining on his bed nursing a small but stiff erection. 

"Will you boys pleeease put some clothes on! It scares the life out of me to see you naked every time I turn around!  You can be as naked as much as you want when I'm not here!"

Pookie stuck his tongue out at her.

He took off his underpants and sent them sailing off into the corner.  Now he was naked too. 

Haddie would always say, "Mrs. Cloverfield, I don't want to be impolite but your two boys are the most spoiled ever!  No where have I ever seen anything like it and I have 4 grandchildren."

Flipping his springy penis with one hand, Pookie complains, "Let's do something?"

Dusty nodded in agreement. "Where's your vibrating egg?  Didn't it disappear up your butt?  That was the last time I saw it."

Dusty laughed but Pookie's eyes narrowed.  It reminded him of an unresolved issue that he was still mad about.  He started stuttering and fuming which usually means that he's headed to a Pookie melt-down 

"No!.. You broke it, remember?  You pulled the wires out of my butt and it just stopped working you big jerk!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"I didn't!"

 "You did!"

Pookie let out a scream of frustration and next thing the two boys were rolling on the floor.  It usually lasted only about a full minute and then it all evaporated as if nothing had happened.  The vibrating egg issue was gone until recalled again tomorrow or the day after.  

They cuddled and coupled first one way and then the other.  Pookie pushed down on Dusty's back, penetrating him in a rapid burst of energy.  If it was incomplete, they would pick-up where they left off later.  Pookie and Dusty were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. 

"Let's go somewhere.."

"Like where?"

The two boys paraded naked through kitchen which always shocked the maid.   Forgetting that they were naked, they went out into the garage.  They  climbed into their mom's Volvo station wagon.  There was something fun about jerking off in their mother's car.  Dusty put both feet up on the dash and slid down so he could finger his butt.  He continued to prolong his masturbation.

Of course Pookie had to have the driver's seat.  He reached into the back seat and pull up a cushion to sit on and pretended to be driving.

The keys had been left in the car and Pookie started it.  Being a fine car, it started instantly.  Dusty examined his finger after it had been up his butt.   Pookie could barely reach the peddles with his bare feet.  At first, the car lurched forward causing Dusty to sit up and watch what his brother was doing.  The impact crushed boxes of Christmas ornaments that were stacked in front of the car and then he put it into reverse.  The car zoomed out of the garage almost hitting Haddie's old wreck.  He had to stretch his full length to put on the brakes.  

If anything bad happens Dusty was entirely willing to let Pookie take all the blame.  Dusty lowered the window so he could look out.  Pookie surprised him by skillfully steered the large car out into the street.  The two naked boys drove the black station wagon around this block and that block of their wealthy upper class neighborhood.  3 blocks down, cars lined the both sides of the street.  There was a large palatial house with many people gathered on the lawn.

Dusty looked out the car window and noticed people walking towards the Henderson's house. "Some one's having a party."

With skill and confidence, Pookie pulled over to the side of the road and turning off the car engine, he said, "Let's go."

The two boys got out of the car and headed for the Henderson's lawn party. There were many well dressed people all sipping champagne, eating hor d'oeuvres and gathering and socializing.  They were chatting, laughing  and talking with each other.

Pookie showed his disapproval, "There's nobody here except adults."

A woman with a large expensive hat and Gucci sunglasses saw the two boys. 

She tugged on the sleeve of the man she had been talking to. "Look how progressive the Henderson's are.  They let this children go without clothes.  I think that is probably very healthy for them, don't you?"

The man she was talking to tried to maintain his composure by putting on his own sun glasses to conceal his gaze.  

Oblivious, Pookie paused to reinvigorate his penis.

The boys made their way to the epicenter of the party that was around the large pool.  Pookie picked up an unattended glass of champagne and gulped down before Dusty saw him. 

The next time Dusty caught him.  "Pookie, don't.. Remember the last time when you couldn't stop vomiting?"

The group of people pretended not to notice the naked boys in their midst but they watched every little move.  After a few stolen drinks Pookie was feeling embolden. He was also stiffly erect, a detail not lost on the party goers.

The regal host, Mrs. Irma Henderson had her back to the spectacle going on behind her.  She was oblivious.  She held her glass high to toast some realtor dressed in a lime green sport coat and an ascot.

Just then, a lady carrying a glass of red wine approached Mrs. Henderson. "I just have to tell you, You have the most adorable children."

Mrs. Henderson's smile faded. "What are you talking about. I don't have any children?"

She turned to see two naked boys mingling with her guests.  A look of horror crossed her face.

In her high heels she went running awkwardly across the lawn. "Walter, Walter!"

She was calling her husband who came out to quickly attend to her. "Walter call the police. The Cloverfield boys are here and they have no clothes on."

Fortunately a her husband had a cooler head.  The bartender was ushering Pookie and Dusty into the house out of the view of the guests.

On the other hand, his wife was going into a state of hysterical collapse. "Walter, please call the police"

"Irma, relax!  I can't call the police on the Cloverfields, He's a very prominent lawyer, remember?  You relax and I call them and we'll settle it ourselves."

Mrs. Henderson snapped at the maid. "Bring me my prescription!..Now!"

~

Pookie and Dusty were lead into a large bedroom with a huge bed and a large TV.

A maid came in carrying a pair of bathrobes. She was smiling and was doing her best to contain her amusement. 

"Here, put these on and leave them on and don't take them off."

The white terrycloth bathrobes were so oversized that they could not walk in them. 

"I am sorry but we don't anything better so these will have to do.  Stay in here until your parents come  and don't come out.  I'll bring you boys something to eat in a while but just stay in here and please, don't come out!"

The boys sat on the rug in front of the TV.  The maid gave the remote to Dusty and it was immediately snatched out of his hand by Pookie who started flicking through the channels.  When cartoons came on he was satisfied.

After the maid left, Pookie let his robe fall to the floor and climbed up onto the big bed and got under the covers. 

Dusty look back at him. "What are you doing?"

Pookie was preoccupied. "I'm going pee pee."  

~

"Did you call the Cloverfields!"

"Yes dear.  They are not home but the maid said that they went out somewhere and she would be sure to tell them as soon as they got in."

She lay out on the chaise with a warm cloth compress covering her eyes. "Those filthy boys have ruined my party.  They were the most select people in all of Connecticut. What must they think of me.  They will never come to one of my parties again and they'll never invite me. I'm ruined! I'll never live it down. I will be sure to have a few things to say to the Colverfields when they get here.  Imagine letting your children run around like savages!.  Walter, Walter!"

When she sat up she saw that her husband had gone.

~

John Cloverfield was a big man who towered over the other guests. Well-dressed even on his day off, he chatted amiably with Walter Henderson.  John had one squirming boy under each arm.  Both men were enjoying the novelty of the event. 

John had a poetic nature. "It things like this that we remember when they are grown and off on their own. These are things worth cherishing.  Thank you for taking care of them and I do apologize.  I will send you wife a nice gift."

When he got home he released the two boys who ran off, tumbling and crowing.

~

His wife, Star had a worried and look on her face. She approached him. 

Putting his arm around her he said, "What's the matter, come on tell me."

She looked into his face and said.. "I don't know how to tell you this, but...My car is gone!  I think it's been stolen..."   



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