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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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The Pooky and Dusty was first published 2008 has been re-written and re-organized and added to. Pooky and Dusty is not a single story but a collection of stories. All but one are from the point of view of Pooky's older brother, Dusty's. You can assume that this story is fiction and that all the usual disclaimers apply

Pooky and Dusty Part3

The school nurse pulled me out of class. “Is Alexander your brother?”

“You mean Pooky? Yes.”

“Dustin, Alexander wet his pants in class. Do you think you can take him home early?”

I followed the nurse to the office where I found a grumpy Pooky with his arms folded and a awful frown on his face.

“Alexander, Your brother is here to take you home so you'll be able to get out of those wet pants. It's too late to come back so we'll see you tomorrow. I called and your mother's home.”

None of this improved Pooky's mood.

On the way home I said, “Pooky you are really soaked! I've peed in class before but never that much.”

His pants were wet almost to his knees.

Pooky answered casually. “Once it got started I didn't want to stop.”

Pooky stared off into space for a moment. “Ya know what?”

“What?”

“You know I think I like how it feels. Ms. Grimes noticed the puddle and sent me to the office.”

Our mom was in some other part of the house so it was up to me to change my little brother. Pooky sat on the bed while I pulled off his shoes and socks. He just sat there and let me do all the work. I tugged his wet pants off to reveal his white underpants all soaked with pee. The scent of Pooky's pee always gives me a boner. I reached into his wet underpants and played with his penis. Letting my own pants drop, I pulled out the front of his underpants and started peeing into them. Pooky smiled and cooed at me. I turned him around and peed down the back of his underpants until he was drenched with my warm pee that ran down his legs, soaking the rug. When he got bored, he pushed them down and kicked them away. We climbed on the bed and continued our play. I licked Pookys scrotum. It was salty and sweet. I love my Pooky.

Later.

“Oh my Lord! What have you two boys been doing?”

We looked up to see Hatty our maid, standing in the doorway. She usually doesn't come in if we are naked but this time she rushed into our room.

“Pooky, Dusty, where is that smell coming from. Your mother's gonna have a fit and look at you two, naked as jaybirds doin God knows what? If you was mine, I would be getting the switch and go after both of yuzz.”

She opened the closet door and started up again. “Oh my Lord! Which one of you boys went to the bathroom in the closet?”

Looking innocent, we both shrugged.

“Looking at us she said in the highest voice I've ever heard. “The bathroom is right over there. You have your own bathroom! How many boys have their own bathroom? What's the matter with you?”

She ran to the bathroom and returned with a pile of tissues, then into the closet to clean up the mess. “Now Pooky don't be goin and blaming your brother, Dusty would never do something so childish!”

The storm had passed.

Pooky was sitting on my bed, legs pulled up and open wide. I crawled on my belly closer and closer until I could take his penis into my mouth without using my hands. Pooky cooed and I felt it getting hard in my mouth. This is one of the best feelings. He placed his hands on top of my head to encourage me. I sucked up and down until he was stiff and springy. Pooky lay back a little so I could lick all around his little scrotum. Pooky cooed more. I went back onto his penis until he raised his legs and with his hands on top of my head, pushed me lower. He lay there with his legs all the way back and I began licking his Pooky hole. He began jerking off while I did it. Yummy, yummy, Pooky tastes so delicious like a dirty pie, a grubby hut and a smelly hole.

I don't care, you know why? I don't care because I love Pooky. I would do anything for Pooky.

I stuck my finger up his behind and started going in and out while he continued to jerk off. After a bit I went back to using my tongue until he moaned, twisted his body and cried out. Still licking his balls I waited for Pooky to recover. When he did, I said, “My turn!”

Pooky sat up and said, “Maybe later” and then, still hard, headed down to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.

But I got my turn when we went to bed. Pooky and me sleep naked and so close. This time He was faced away from me so that I could stick it up his behind. He lay quiet and let me continue. I put my fingers in my mouth to get all my boy spit and then pushed it up his Pooky hole. Without a word, he pulled both knees up to his chest making his bottom accessible. I pushed it in and held him tight as if little brother was going to try to get away and I began to go for the sparkles. I took my time and went on and on. I rested my chin on his shoulder at the back of his neck and breathed in my Pooky smell. He is so warm and cuddly with me. I open my eyes because I can feel my sparkles coming.

What would I do without my Pooky?

All calm and sleepy, I whispered into his ear. “Robin's coming. He'll be here in a few days to babysit us while mom and dad go on holilday.”

Pooky cooed and cuddled me.



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