Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 13:25:03 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Roadie - Part Two - Kyle And Kelly

The usual warnings:
     This story contains depictions of sex between three teenage boys.
     Under 18 - leave now!
     This type of story is illegal where you live - leave now!
     This type of story would offend you - leave now!

This is the continuation of a true story of my travels with a famous band
in the 60's.  I was a Roadie at the tender age of sixteen.  Hope you enjoy
this portion.

The Roadie - Part Two - Kelly And Kyle

     It was a hot humid day in early August.  We had arrived somewhere and
had set up.  I was beginning to lose track of where we were.  The concert
hall was fairly large, seating about 6000 people.  As usual, I scouted the
backstage area for a secluded spot.  The only place I found was a large
storage area immediately under the stage.  It was filled with old props,
clothing and scenery from countless past plays.  In the midst of chaos was
several stacks of some kind of padded matting.  The mats were about eight
foot by eight foot and a few inches thick.  Lacking anything better, they
would make a large and private spot for any activity I might be able to
arrange.
     Heading for the "fish pond", I surveyed the waiting crowd of mainly
female fans.  I wore only my jeans and was barefoot and naked from the
waist up.  I was armed with my pass and Eddie's.  I could see a couple of
guys but they seemed attached to female partners.  Deciding to set my
sights on a nice sweet young girl, I scanned the crowd.  Over on the far
side, I spotted her.  She was about five seven with short, reddish hair.
She looked to be alone.  She would do nicely.  I made my way in her
direction.  As I passed through the crowd of females, I felt several stray
hands brush across my chest in an attempt to get my attention.
     As I neared the red head, I tripped over something and almost fell.
As I recovered my dignity, I spied the object that had gotten in my way.
It was a boy.  A young boy, possibly ten or eleven years old.  He was very
short - probably only four foot six at the most.  He had the blackest hair
I had ever seen; clean and shiny looking; shoulder length and surrounding a
golden brown face.  His eyes were deep brown pools that stared back at me
as I eyed him.  He looked to be Native American.  His face was long with
high cheek bones.  He wore a white T-shirt that contrasted sharply with the
golden brown skin of his neck and bare arms.  He wore cut-off jeans that
ended just below his crotch.  His legs were the same shade of brown and
ended in white socks and sneakers.  Red-head you ask; what red-head?
     "What's your name," I asked.
     "Kyle," he answered as he looked up at my face.
     "Hey, Kyle.  My name's Dave.  Going to the concert," I asked?
     "No, I couldn't afford a ticket," he said, looking sad.
     "Well," I said, "this may be your lucky day.  Would you like to come
back stage with me?  I work for the band and I can get you in."
     "Could I," his eyes lighting up like stars?
     "Sure, c'mon," I answered.
     He hesitated for a minute.
     "What's wrong?"
     "Uh, can my brother come, too," he asked, a hint of panic in his
voice.
     Damn, I was hoping Kyle was alone.  This might not turn out so well
after all.  Then I remembered the excited look in his eyes.  I had made a
commitment and didn't want to break Kyle's heart.
     "Yeah, sure," I said, "Where is he?"
     "Hey, Kelly," he hollered.
     I could see the crowd parting as someone came towards us.
     "Holy shit," I exclaimed as his brother came into view!  They were
twins - mother fucking identical twins.  I couldn't believe it.  They were
even dressed alike.  I suddenly realized that my heart was racing and I was
breathing heavily.
     Kyle told his brother who I was and that we could go back stage.
Kelly almost bounced up and down, he was so excited.
     "Just one thing," I said.  "Nothing in life is free.  You have to earn
it."
     "That's O.K.," Kelly said excitedly.  "I would do anything to get back
stage."
     "Remember you said that," I laughed as I started to lead them to the
door.
     We entered the door and I proceeded with the fifty-cent tour.  The
boys were excited as they saw the stage, the huge hall and the band's
instruments.  It was always impressive standing on a stage looking out at
6000 empty seats.  It looked ten times big as it did when you were in the
audience.  At some point, we ended up in the washroom as both boys had to
take a leak.
     In an effort to relax things, I stepped to the urinal first and
dropped my pants to my ankles.  I was almost totally naked as I pissed into
the white porcelain.  Both Kyle and Kelly watched as I relieved myself.
     "C'mon guys, I thought you had to go."
     Both boys stepped to a urinal.  Kyle undid his zipper and pulled out
what appeared to be about four inches of uncircumsized brown boy cock.
Kelly appeared to be the braver of the two.  Stepping to the urinal next to
me, he undid his cut-offs and pulled them and his white briefs down to his
knees.  He grabbed hold of his dick and let lose a golden stream that never
seemed to end.  He really did have to go.
     "You're really cute," I said as I reached over and brushed my fingers
across Kelly's smooth round ass cheeks.  He clenched them slightly, but did
not pull away.  I looked at his face and realized that he was looking at my
long soft cock.  I looked down and saw that he had stopped peeing and was
sort of letting his fingers slide along his brown dick.  I didn't know
about Kyle, but Kelly was definitely interested in what he saw.
     I waddled to the sink, and proceeded to wash my hands, then my cock.
I was careful to ensure that both boys could see, as I carefully slid back
my foreskin and washed my large red head.  Kelly joined me at the sink and
proceeded to wash himself.  Kyle just stood back watching as he zipped
himself back into his shorts.  Kelly and I dried off with paper towels and
then pulled up our pants.  We headed out the door for the rest of the tour.
     The last stop was the storage area I had found earlier.  I pushed
opened the door and ushered Kyle and Kelly inside.  They both let out a
small gasp as they looked around.  I hadn't stopped to think about it, but
I guess the room held a lot of neat things.  They both started rushing
around; touching props and costumes; picking up fake weapons; and generally
having a good time.  They ended up at a fake Roman Chariot made out of
cardboard and wood.
  It was painted to look almost real.  The two boys picked up swords and
shields and entered into a mock battle.  A light flashed in my brain.
     "You guys want to stay here for a while and play some really great
games," I asked?
     "Yeah, that would be neat," they both chanted in unison!
     "O.K., but come over here for a minute and lets talk," I said as I
pointed to the stack of padded mats.  The two boys came and sat down.  I
hunkered down facing them and removed the passes from my pocket.
          "How old are you guys," I asked?
     "Thirteen," answered Kelly.  Sensing my doubt, he added "we're short
for our age.  We have a problem with some kind of gland and we don't grow
fast."
     "How late can you guys stay out at night," I asked?  I didn't want to
have them earn passes they couldn't use.
     "We can stay out all night if we want.  It's Saturday," Kelly said in
a quiet voice.
     "Your parents let you stay out all night," I said.
     Kelly hesitated.  He almost seem to be ready to cry.  "Our mom and dad
drink a lot and party on the weekend.  They are usually gone all weekend -
or at home, passed out, and don't notice us anyway."
     I felt really sad for these kids.  I could remember some kids I knew
whose parents were alcoholics.  It was really hard on the kids as they
usually paid the price.  I needed to change the subject back to where I had
started.  I was getting depressed and so were the twins.
     "Know what these are," I asked?  Both boys shook their heads in a
"no".
     "These are backstage passes and they could be yours if you want to
earn them."
     I explained what the passes were for and what they could do with them.
     They looked at each other.
     "What do we have to do," Kelly asked?
     "Well, I like you guys a lot in more ways than you realize.  We can
play some kids games like what you have been doing.  Then we can play some
adult games that I like doing.  It will be a lot of fun and you guys will
really enjoy it."
     Kelly was obviously wise in the ways of the world.  "Will we have to
take our clothes off?"
     "Sure, eventually we can all take them off if we want to.  The adult
games are better without them."
     He looked at Kyle and at the passes.  Kyle nodded his head at his
brother.
     "Yeah, it might be fun, and we can go home if we don't like your
games."  It was a statement, not a question.
     "O.K., then," I said as I slipped the passes back into my pocket.  "So
you guys want to play Roman soldiers?"
     "Yeah," they both jumped up off of the mats and ran at me.
     "It will be a lot more fun if we dress like real soldiers," I added.
     Hunting around, I found some sheets that could be made into togas.  I
decided to go first so that they would get the hang of it.  I stripped off
my jeans.  I started to wrap a sheet around my body.  It lay over one
shoulder, partly covering my chest.  It ended below my crotch, just barely
covering my cock.  Finished, I turned a circle and modeled for the boys.
They seemed to like the idea.
     Grabbing another sheet, I stood waiting for the boys to undress.
Kelly was first.  He quickly removed the white T-shirt revealing a smooth
hairless torso and hairless armpits.  His nipples were a darker brown than
the surrounding skin.  His stomach was flat and smooth.  As he slipped off
his jeans, the contrast of white briefs against his brown skin was exciting
and I felt my penis start to perk up a little.
     Not hesitating, Kelly pulled off his white shorts and presented
himself to me for wrapping.  It would be like gift wrapping a present for
myself.  I would later have the fun of unwrapping it.  Kelly was not
circumcised and his thick cock jutted out at an angle as it rested on his
tight sac.  He appeared to be starting to get a boner.  He was about four
inches in this state.  I was going to wait for Kyle to undress but decided
he might be more comfortable if he saw his brother in costume.
     Taking the sheet, I saw that it was too big.  I folded it in half; bit
the edge with my teeth to break the seam; and ripped the sheet in half.  I
wrapped it around Kelly's brown body in the same manner as my own.  I made
sure that my hand brushed him frequently in the process so that he would
get used to my touch.  Once he was finished, he did the model's turn and
faced Kyle.
     "C'mon Kyle.  It's your turn.  Don't be a sucky baby," he admonished.
     Kyle stepped slowly towards us.  If Kelly's strip show had been fast,
Kyle's took forever.  After removing his shirt, he turned his back on us.
It seemed like five minutes passed before he stood there, holding the
elastic on his briefs.  Still facing away, he slowly slid them down
revealing a beautiful round ass with firm bubble cheeks.  As he bent
forward to pull his briefs off, his cheeks parted slightly giving me a
flash of his little brown anus.  Having removed his briefs, he stood with
his back to us.
     "C'mon Kyle.  Don't be a chicken shit.  Turn around," Kelly urged.
     Slowly, Kyle turned to us.
     "Kyle's got a boner.  Kyle's got a boner," Kelly chanted as his
brother faced us.
     And Kyle did indeed have a boner.  His beautiful young cock jutted out
at an angle that brought it almost to his belly.  It was an even brown
color with a hint of a dark purple head pointing out from beneath his
foreskin.  It was thick like his brothers, but stood about five inches in
its erect state.  Like his brother, he was totally hairless.  Kyle's brown
face showed a slight reddening as he blushed beneath his dark skin.  So
much for Kyle being the quiet one that I thought would take the most
convincing to get him into the games.  He seemed more than ready.
     I proceeded to wrap Kyle with the other half of the sheet.  The fun
part of the game was trying to wrap his hard on.  It took a while, but I
finally covered it - with plenty of accidental touches, of course.  We were
now ready to play.
     I had to caution the boys against getting carried away.  The swords
and other weapons were fake but could still accidentally injure.  Kyle and
Kelly did most of the playing.  I was content to watch as their actions
gave me plenty of opportunity to see their young bodies.  The togas moved
and shifted as they enjoyed their antics, leaving them almost naked from
the waist down.  Kyle and Kelly didn't notice or didn't seem to mind as
they frolicked.  Even though the storage room was cool because of its
cement floor and walls, the boys were soon sweating.  As they played, I
looked around for some other props we could use.
     My eyes came to rest on a box that appeared to have Indian gear
sticking out of it.  I walked over and started rummaging through it.  There
were feather headdresses of various sizes.  There were loin clothes and
bows and arrows and other goodies.  There was even a tray of water color
paints.  In the box next to it were cowboy clothes including hats, guns,
holsters and a lasso.  We could have a game of Cowboys and Indians.  Of
course, the Indians would have to win.
     When I turned my attention back to Kyle and Kelly, they had tired of
being Roman soldiers and were sitting on the mats, watching me.
     "Do you guys want to play Cowboys and Indians," I asked?
     "Sure," Kelly yelled. "We get to be the Indians!"
     It took only a matter of a few seconds for them to unwind their togas
- even the shy Kyle was quickly naked.  Kyle had lost his erection during
their game.  They started rummaging through the boxes picking out things
they wanted to wear.  Taking them to the mat, they started to dress.
     As Kelly started to put on a loin cloth, I asked, "didn't your parents
teach you anything about your ancestors?"
     They both shook their heads from side to side.
     "Indian braves never wore loin cloths.  Those were just invented for
the movies.  When they went to war, they never wore anything except a few
feathers and war paint.  You want to do this right don't you," I asked?
     "Yeah, I guess," it was Kyle who spoke this time.
     "O.K.," I said.  "Let's get you ready."
     I place leather headbands on both boys, tying them at the back.  I
gave each a single feather inserted at the back.  I found leather arm bands
and tied them around each of their arms, the ends dangling.  There were
leather belts with knife scabbards and fake knives.  I tied these around
slim waists, having to double wrap them to get them to fit.  Leather leg
bands were tied around their smooth brown thighs.
     It was time for the paint.  Yellow would look good on their brown
skin.
  Having no water, I spit into the yellow paint a couple of times and
started to mix it around.
  Taking my finger, I painted Kyle's face then Kelly's.  Then it was time
for their bodies.
     Kyle stood in front of me as I applied streaks of paint across his
shoulders and down the sides of his chest.  My finger against his smooth
skin caused him to giggle.
  I put streaks across his chest, joining his nipples.  More streaks were
applied across his lower belly and thighs.  Kyle squirmed as the paint
coated finger tickled him.  As I painted, I noticed he was getting hard
again.  Applying paint to the fronts of his legs and thighs caused him to
wiggle so that his five inch semi bounced in front of my face.  I resisted
the urge to kiss it.
     Finishing Kyle's front, I turned him around.  I applied paint to his
back, his bum cheeks and down the backs of his legs.  Now, it was Kelly's
turned.  Another generous donation of spit gave me a second load of paint
to work with.  As I had done with Kyle, I applied it to Kelly's body.  As I
painted, I looked for differences in the two boys.  Maybe there mother
could tell them apart, but I sure couldn't.  The only difference was in the
sound of their voices.  Kelly was a little louder and more confident.  Kyle
was quieter and generally took a breath before he spoke.
     By the time I reached Kelly's thighs, he too was getting hard.  His
smooth brown dick bounced and jiggled in front of my eyes as he struggled
against the ticklish application of the paint.  Finished with the paint, I
handed them both bows and arrows.
     "No fair," cried Kelly, "we want guns."
     In a compromise, I put a bow across each boy's shoulder and handed
them a rifle.  Now it was my turn.  I put on a cowboy hat and a holster
with two six guns.  I found a leather vest that partially covered my upper
body.  A lariat graced my shoulder.  My jeans would have to do for the rest
of my costume.
     "Time for the Indians to chase the Cowboy," I said.
     A wild chase ensued as we galloped around props and over and under all
kinds of theatrical junk.  As we were running around, I spotted a prop
tree.  It looked to be made out of chicken wire and paper mache, but looked
pretty real.
     As I ran close to it, I "fell" off of my horse.
     "Oh no, I fell off my horse.  The Indians are going to catch me and
torture me.  They're going to tie me to a tree and burn me alive," I
screamed in mock terror.
     Kyle and Kelly took over the game instantly.
     "White man must die," cried Kelly!
     "Pale face burn at stake," yelled Kyle!
     Standing up, I allowed them to push me over to the tree.  I had to be
careful as I could easily have pushed it over.  Grabbing my lariat, the
boys proceeded to wrap it around my arms and body until I was "tied" to the
tree.  They started to do a war dance around me, whooping and hollering.
It was really cute.  Two naked little Indians, dancing around me; sweat
streaking the yellow paint on their brown bodies; their semi-erect boy
penises bouncing as they danced.  I was starting to get turned on and my
jeans became a little too tight for comfort.
     When a break came in the noise, I spoke, "don't take my clothes off in
front of your whole tribe.  I'll die of shame!"
     Hesitating only a second or two, Kyle and Kelly proceeded to strip me.
Off came the hat.  Off came the holster.  The vest had to stay on as it was
held in place by the ropes.  Their young hands were at the button on my
jeans; pulling them open; tugging down the zipper.  They pulled the sides
of my jeans and struggled until they were at my feet.  I helped them pull
them off.  I was left tied to a tree in nothing but my white briefs and my
vest.
     The boys looked at each other then grabbed for my briefs.  My semi
erect cock was already pushing the front out, but I don't think they
expected it to be so big.  As they freed it from my briefs, I heard a quiet
double "wow".  The surprise over, they pulled my briefs down and off my
feet.  They stood their wondering what to do next.
     "Don't torture me," I cried! "Please don't tickle me with a feather!
I am so ticklish, I would die!"
     Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Kyle and Kelly grabbed feathers from
the box.  They started to tickle my chest and neck.  I giggled and writhed
as best I could without pulling the tree over.  The feel of the feathers
against my skin was getting me really worked up.  My nipples were hard and
my cock was almost at full attention.
     The boys started to tickle lower, down my sides and across my belly.
Shit, this really was torture.  I never realized how sensitive I was.  As
the boys got bolder, the feathers came closer to my pubic hair and mound.
The twins seemed momentarily fascinated by the growth of hair as they
tickled in and around it.  Soon, feathers were applied to my groin and
thighs.  They seemed nervous about approaching the big dick that throbbed
in front of them.
     Feathers found my balls as I spread my legs a bit.  It was ticklish,
but very erotic at the same time.  As Kyle stayed on my front, Kelly
circled the tree, tickling the backs of my thighs and any other areas of
exposed skin not up against the tree.
     Kyle had finally got up enough nerve to tickle my cock.  Slowly,
unsure of himself, he tickled the base.  As he worked his way up it
gingerly, he watched the effects showing clearly on my face.  I wasn't sure
whether I was going to pass out from laughing, or blast my load across the
room from the intense pleasure in my erection.
     Kyle soon found my throbbing red head.  My foreskin was almost
completely pulled back.  Pre-cum wet the tip and threatened to drip off the
end.  Eyeing it, Kyle temporarily stopped feathering me and reached the tip
of his finger to my slit.
     "Did you pee," he asked?
     "No," I answered.  "That is semen.  When boys get very excited.  Semen
comes up from their balls into their boners and shoots out the end."
     "Why," Kyle asked.  Kelly had joined him to look at what his brother
was talking about.
     "Well," I continued. "Sperm in the semen is what helps a girl to have
babies, just like your mother had you two.  When a boy puts his penis
...........boner, to use your word........ into a girl's vagina, and moves
it back and forth, semen shoots into her.  The little sperm meet up with
her eggs and a baby is born."
     "Yeah, we know.  Dad tried to tell us about it once but he got
embarrassed," Kyle said.
     "But why is it coming out now.  There is no girl here," asked Kelly?
     "There doesn't have to be a girl.  You can make it come out all by
yourself.  All you have to do is rub your boner long enough and you will
feel really good and semen will shoot out - if you are old enough to make
it," I added, looking at their hairless bodies.  The little bit you see now
is called pre-cum.  Sometimes it comes out before the rest of my semen
......... or cum .........  shoots out."
     "What does it look like when it shoots out," Kyle asked innocently?
     "Well, if you keep playing with those feathers and maybe play with my
boner a little, you will make it shoot out."
     Kyle and Kelly looked at each other.  "That would be neat," Kyle said
to Kelly, "want to try it."
     Kelly nodded his head up and down.  A few seconds passed and then the
feathers started their work.  As they continued to torment me with
pleasure, they continued to ask questions.  Answering was difficult, but I
tried.
     "Why does it get so big and hard," Kelly asked?
     "It fills up with blood.  It gets big so that it can get all the way
inside the girl's vagina to where the eggs are.  See, you are getting
excited, too.  Your boners are filling up with blood and getting hard."
     Both boys looked at each others erections.  Then continued with the
feathers.  My mind was going numb with the intense feelings moving up and
down my dick.
     "What does it feel like," Kelly asked?
     "What does what feel like," I moaned?
     "Your boner.  What does it feel like," he continued?
     "You can touch it if you want.," I managed to gasp out the words.  One
of the boys was tickling my head while the other tickled my shaft and
balls.  I was going rapidly insane with the pleasure, but the stimulation
was not quite enough to make me shoot.  So I just hung there on the edge
enduring the most pleasant torture any boy ever experienced.
     I felt, rather than saw, the first light touch of Kyle's fingers.  He
reached out and circled the head with a finger, smearing my pre-cum as he
did so.
     "Taste it," I moaned.
     I managed to focus my eyes long enough to see him put his finger to
his tongue.  His face registered neither pleasure nor displeasure as he
returned his finger to my throbbing, sticky red head.  He circled his
fingers around it.  Slowly and gently, his fingers slid back and forth over
my head.  The gentle touch was almost as bad as - or as good as - the
feather.
  As Kyle slowly massaged my throbbing head, Kelly ran his fingers up and
down my shaft.  Like his brother, Kelly's touch was very light and would
not allow me to fall over the edge into my orgasm.
     "Rub it harder," I sobbed to no one in particular.
     Kyle was the first to obey.  He wrapped his fingers around my shaft
and slid my foreskin back and forth over my head.  His grip was firmer and
I could feel the tightness forming deep in my scrotum as I prepared to
shoot my load.  Kelly watched as his brother stroked my throbbing cock.  He
reached a finger to my slit and gathered some of my pre-cum.  He tasted it.
His face broke into a half smile.
     Before I even realized what had happened, Kelly had pushed Kyle's hand
off my head and down farther on my shaft.  As Kyle stroked my shaft, Kelly
placed his lips over my piss slit.  His tongue drove me mad as it wandered
up and down my slit; gathering pre-cum and tasting it; then sliding back to
search for more.  The supply exhausted for the moment, Kelly slid his mouth
over my cock head and tried to suck out some more of my juices.  I didn't
know whether to warn him or not.  He was going to get more than he
realized.
     "Ughhhhhh!  I'm cumming," I moaned.
     My juices were boiling up from my sac; they almost burned as they
finally shot up the inside of my shaft; seeking release and an end to this
torturous orgasm.  Kelly caught the full blast in his young mouth.  He
sputtered and choked as he pulled off.  Kyle stroked my juices out of my
throbbing organ.  The next blast hit Kelly in the face.  He pulled away
from me as the third and fourth shots burst into the air and arced to the
floor.  Kyle continued to rub my cock long after the last of my semen
dribbled harmlessly to the ground.
     Finally, I could breathe.  I freed myself from the ropes.  Kyle took
this as a sign to let go of my dick.  He looked down at his hand and
fingers, sticky with my cum.  Meanwhile, Kelly had recovered from his
surprise gift.  He seemed to have swallowed much of it and was now wiping
his face clean with his fingers.  Each time he gathered more cum, his
fingers would be shoved into his mouth to be sucked clean.  I noticed Kyle
was also having a taste of my sperm.
     I managed to stagger to the mats and fall onto my back.  My two naked
Indian boys followed, still dressed in their feathers and leather straps.
They lay on their sides beside me, both facing my reclining, recovering
body.
     "That was neat," Kyle was the first to speak.  "Do you think we can
shoot like that?  I've rubbed on my penis until I got a boner, but always
quit because it felt weird."
     "Me too," chimed in Kelly.  "I want to shoot like that."
     Far be it from me to deny these two golden brown beauties the
opportunity for what could be their first orgasms.  My mind was working
overtime as an idea formed that I just had to act on.
     "You know there are better ways to make your penises shoot cum," I
said.  "Do you want me to show you?"
     They both nodded their heads in affirmation.
     "O.K., I will show you each what to do and then you can do it to each
other," I said.
     Which one should go first.  Well, it was Kelly who accidentally
swallowed part of my load.  Maybe he should go first.  I rolled and raised
up until I was over top of Kelly.  I told him to move farther onto the mat.
When I was over his five inch erection, I stopped him.  Deciding to delay
the process, I crawled up his body and began to lick and kiss his neck and
shoulders.  My mouth smeared the yellow paint as I worked.  I bathed him in
my saliva until I was at his nipples.  Each one, in turn, was sucked and
licked and nibbled until it was a tiny little bullet.
     I licked down over Kelly's chest and to his belly button.  I cleaned
out the small puckered navel.  My tongue teased his smooth brown flesh as I
licked across the base of his stomach and onto the raised mound above his
beautiful dick.  It was pointing right at me, the small round purple head
half emerged from its cocoon.  I brushed the end with my tongue and it
jerked in reaction.  My mouth closed over top of his head as I sucked his
foreskin up over it.  With my mouth covering his head from its raised edge
to his tip, I pushed my tongue in under his loose foreskin.  I found I
could slip my tongue all the way round his head, inside his foreskin.
     This must have felt pretty good as Kelly moaned several times as I
licked his tender head.  I played with his head for a couple of minutes,
them released it.  I licked down his five inch erection until I was at its
hairless base.  I allowed my tongue to wander to his tight sac and fondled
the two small eggs between my lips.  Playing with them, I sucked them in
and out of my mouth; first one at a time; then both of them together.
Kelly was moaning and raising his hips in a slow hypnotic motion.  His
young cock throbbed into the air, trying to fuck something that wasn't
there.
     Not wanting to make Kelly suffer as I had with the feathers, I
returned to his purple head.  There was no indication of any pre-cum and I
wondered if he was able to produce any sperm yet.  Maybe the same gland
that had delayed his growth physically had also slowed down puberty.  His
hairless body might be an indication that sexually he was younger than his
thirteen years.
     Taking Kelly's stiff shaft in hand, I pressed my lips together.  I
pushed my mouth against his head.  Allowing my lips to part slightly
created a tight opening for him to slide in and out of.  Slowly, his purple
head squeezed between my clenched lips.  Keeping my lips almost together, I
slid all the way down his shaft.  His body shivered and shook as I slid
tightly down to his mound.  I set up a steady up and down motion, timing
myself to the slow pumping of Kelly's hips.  I wondered if Kyle was
watching.  I was sure he would be and probably stroking his own five inches
as he watched.
     Pumping up and down on Kelly's shaft and head was sending small shocks
through the boy's body.  I could tell when they hit as he was unable to
keep up the momentum of his hips as they pumped his cock into my mouth.
Each time he would recover, only to lose his rhythm a minute or two later.
His moans and cries of ecstasy filled the store room, echoing all around.
I could feel him coming closer every second.  I fondled his two small
testicles in their tight brown sac.  They were almost up inside his body.
I felt the first spasm as he started to cum.  His hips stopped pumping and
he just lay there and twitched.  His five inch boner throbbed madly between
my lips.  I felt the rising orgasm driving his seed up his shaft and
towards my mouth.  Kelly was gasping and had tangled his fingers in my
hair.  He hung on as the ride got even wilder.  As his first shot hit my
mouth, I tasted the thin watery seed that told me he was not quite through
puberty yet.  It was not thick and creamy as mine was, but still had that
wonderful sweet boy taste that I had come to love.
     His body jerked and bounced as four or five more small loads of his
sweetness shot into my mouth.  I was able to swallow it easily.  I
continued to suck him as the last spasms left him limp and satisfied.
Beads of sweat had formed on his body.  His breath slowed from a ragged
gasp to deep, long breaths.  I released him from my mouth.  Not quite soft
yet.  I held his shaft in my fingers and peeled back his foreskin, exposing
the entire head.  A last drop of his juice formed at his slit.  I licked it
with my tongue.  I lowered his spent little tool onto his belly and let his
rest.
     "Your turn," I said, turning to Kyle.  He grinned at me as he lay down
on his back.  His hard little boner bobbing and throbbing for attention.
     When I did not approach him, he looked puzzled.
     "I'm not doing it, if that's what your thinking.  Your brother is
going to take care of that big thing between your legs," I teased.
     I looked over at Kelly and saw that he was already up on his knees
advancing towards his brother.  He didn't look like he was going to need
any encouragement to take his brother's boy meat into his mouth.  As he was
about ready to climb over Kyle in the same position I had been in, I
stopped him.
     "No, I want you to do it differently.  And while you work on his
weenie, I will work on a few other places," I said as I grabbed Kelly by
the waist and picked him up.
  Standing up on the mat, I turned him around.  I deposited him gently onto
Kyle's chest; his face over Kyle's erection; his cock and butt nearly in
Kyle's face.  By the time I knelt down on the mat again, Kelly was already
licking his brother's purple head.
     I moved over Kyle's face and gave him a tender kiss on the mouth.  The
side of my face was resting against Kelly's smooth bum.  As I pulled away,
he smiled at me.  I wasn't sure whether he smiled at my kiss or the feeling
of his brother kissing and sucking his dick.  So, I kissed him again.
Slowly, I parted his lips and entered his mouth.  It took a few seconds for
him to respond, but when he did, it surprised me.  He threw one arm around
my neck and pulled my face hard into his.  Finally, unable to breathe, I
broke free of his grip.
     Moving onto my hands and knees behind Kyle's head, I eyed Kelly's wide
spread cheeks and the exposed puckered holed between them.  While Kelly
pleased Kyle, I would show Kyle how to please his brother.  I leaned my
face forward and kissed Kelly's soft cheeks.  I found the crack between
them and licked up and down it, being careful not to smother Kyle in the
process.  After a few licks, I brought my tongue to rest on Kelly's tight
anus.  I licked around it, wetting it throughly.  I pushed my tongue
against the moist hole and moved it in a small circle as I gently pushed
forward.
     My tongue was greeted by a tight resistance that slowly relaxed.  I
pushed in farther and farther until my lips rested around his anus.  I
slowly drew back then pumped him with my slick, wet tongue.  I felt a light
push from Kelly's body.  He could not push back too far without releasing
his hold on Kyle's cock.  He seemed to be enjoying himself judging by the
noises I could hear coming from that direction.
     I continued to slide in and out of Kelly's tight ass.  I reached a
hand under his hips and slid it past his tight sac to his dick.  Kelly was
already getting hard again.  It was time to help Kelly out by speeding up
Kyle's orgasm.
     As I released my tongue from Kelly's tender tight hole, I bent down
and kissed Kyle.  I went to the other end of the mat where I could see
Kelly bobbing up and down on his brother's wet erection.  Getting down
between Kyle's legs, I grabbed his ankles and pushed them forward.  This
raised his knees, exposing his crack between his legs.  I would not be able
to get my mouth in there without disturbing Kelly's rhythm.  But, I would
try for a finger.
     I pushed in as close as I could get to Kelly's head.  I pushed Kyle's
knees apart.  I could just see the little puckered hole peeking up at me.
I reached my hand between his cheeks and, as I slid my hand up his crack,
was able to push my thumb against Kyle's anus.  As my thumb rested against
Kyle's tight ring, I started to push it inside.  Slowly and deliberately, I
pushed my way in.  At first his body tried to resist, but the constant
pressure of my thumb against the opening eventually overcame his small
muscles.
     My thumb slipped up inside of him.  Slowly, I penetrated his tightness
until I could go no further.  I started to rock my hand back and forth
gently.  This caused my thumb to slide in and out of his tight ass in a
slow, steady motion.  By flexing my thumb, I was able to massage his
prostate.
     Kyle's body was giving every indication that it was about to explode.
My finger in his butt and the work his brother was doing on his hard on was
more than a young boy could take - for very long, anyway.  I watched in awe
as Kelly worked over his organ.  He sucked it and slid up and down its full
length, pausing occasionally to tease the swollen purple head.  I enjoyed
watching Kelly work as much as I had enjoyed working on his boyhood - well
almost.
     Kyle started to buck and heave, trying to force himself into his
brother's face.  His anus tightened so much on my thumb that I thought I'd
never get it out again.  Kyle's little body shook as he lost control of all
his muscles.  I could see that Kelly had reduced the length of his strokes,
working on the upper half of Kyle's pumping erection.  Kelly was milking
Kyle's seed from his hard boner; not losing a single drop.  He continued to
pump up and down on his brother until Kyle collapsed in a heap on the mat,
no longer able to move.  I watched as Kelly released Kyle from his mouth;
peeled back Kyle's foreskin and lapped the last drops of his thin boy juice
into his eager mouth.  I slid my thumb from Kyle's anus and sat up on the
mats.
     Kelly rolled off Kyle and lay beside him.  I could see that Kelly had
a stiff erection once again.
     "Another one to take care of," I laughed as I reached over and grabbed
Kelly's dick in my hand and worked it like a stick shift.
     "Did you like the feel of my tongue in your bum," I asked Kelly?
     "Yeah, it was neat.  But it made it hard to concentrate on what I was
doing to Kyle."  Kelly's face turned a deep red brown as he realized he was
talking about sucking his brother's cock.
     "Did you like it when I had my thumb up your bum," I asked, nodding
towards Kyle?
     "Yeah.  It hurt a little at first, but then it was like
........ really intense.  I couldn't tell whether I was shooting from my
boner or what.  The feeling just seemed to go........ all over me."
     "Well, how would you like to have Kelly's boner up inside your bum," I
continued?
     "I don't know.  Would it hurt," Kyle answered and asked?
     "Maybe a little at first, but you would soon start to enjoy it and
Kelly would REALLY enjoy it.  And maybe later Kelly will let you do it to
him."
     "O.K. I guess so," Kyle answered.
     I could just hear the start of the sound check on the stage above us.
We had about an hour left before I gave Kyle and Kelly their passes.  Just
enough time.  I got off of the mats.  I slid Kyle over to the edge so that
his bum rested just at the edge.  I stood Kelly beside his butt.  Too low,
I needed another mat.  I motioned Kyle off the mats and dragged one more on
top of the pile.  I pushed Kyle back down onto the mat.  His anus was just
the right height so that Kelly could stand and enter him.
     "I need to get everybody nice and slippery," I said.
     I knelt on the floor next to Kyle's butt.  I pushed his legs forward
and exposed his upturned crack and brown bud.  I pushed my face into it and
gave him a rather fast and rough tongue bath.  Kelly stood beside me
watching my every move.  I pushed my tongue inside of Kyle and wet him
thoroughly.  Removing my tongue and taking my middle finger and wetting it
in my mouth; I placed it against his anus.  I pushed it in gently and
firmly.  Working it back and forth, I gradually relaxed Kyle until I was
sliding in and out easily.  Kyle was already moaning a bit and pushing down
to meet my thrusting finger.
     Kyle was ready.  Now for Kelly.  I got down on my hands and knees and
took his hard erection into my mouth.  Sliding my mouth back and forth, I
wet him completely; my mouth sliding his foreskin up and down, bathing him
in my saliva.  Kelly was really ready.  I got up and positioned him between
Kyle's legs.  He stepped forward, placing his head against Kyle's puckered
wet anus.
     "O.K., go slow.  Just put a little pressure on Kyle's hole and don't
relax it.," I instructed.  "Kyle, you push down like your taking a dump -
without actually taking one."
     I watched as Kelly leaned his dick head against his brother's brown
ring.  The weight of his body was behind it as he leaned slightly forward.
Sure that everything was going to go well, I sat on the mat next to Kyle's
bum.  As I watched Kelly slip slowly inside, I took Kyle's limp cock in my
hand and started to massage it.
     Kelly was half way in and still pushing.  Kyle was responding to my
attention to his dick and was starting to harden.  With a gasp from both
Kyle and Kelly, Kelly slid completely inside.  He rested there for a
moment, then started to take short strokes.  Gradually they became longer
as he got used to being inside his brother's tight ass.  Kyle's legs were
along either side of Kelly's chest.  Kelly gripped them firmly as he
stroked back and forth.  From the look in his eye's, Kelly was in a
different world - one where there was no pain, only true pleasure of mind
and body.
     All this action was having its effect on me.  My own cock was hard,
and I started to stroke it in time with my motion on Kyle's dick.  I could
not concentrate on all that was going on.  I changed positions, laying on
my side on the mat.  My head was next to Kyle's bum as I leaned on one
elbow.  I resumed my stroking on his rock hard cock and watched Kelly pump.
My own cock would have to wait.
     Kelly continued to pump his brother.  His stroking gradually became
faster and a little erratic as a few preliminary spasms shook his body.
Kyle was breathing hard as I worked my fingers up and down his stiff boy
dick.  I could see Kyle reaching the brink of his orgasm.  He held tightly
to Kyle's legs; his knees like rubber as the powerful forces overtook his
little body.  I watched the beautiful sight unfolding in front of me.  Two
identical brother's, each about to experience an orgasm for only the second
time in their lives.
     Kelly was the first to arrive.  His knees almost buckled as he pumped
his boy juice into his brother's tight ass.  He pumped frantically, trying
to release his young body form the tension that held it.  As wave after
wave of pleasure swept from his young cock and flooded his body with a
thousand new feelings, he held on for dear life.
     The frantic movements in his tight hole pushed Kyle to the point of no
return.  I forced my head in over his throbbing erection and found it with
my mouth, almost pushing Kelly over in my eagerness.  I took the first shot
of Kyle's beautiful cum into my mouth and savored the heat and the sweet
taste.  Five or six more boy-sized loads shot into my mouth.  Kyle gasped
and panted as his tight anus gripped Kelly's hard dick buried deep inside
of his.  I licked the last of Kyle's seed from his purple head as I felt
his legs push against me.  Kyle had collapsed forward, almost pinning me in
place.
     Freeing myself, I got off the mat and helped Kelly to lie down beside
his brother.  I lay beside them, watching the rise and fall of their young
chests as they recovered.  My cock was still hard as a rock and needed
attention badly, but time was running out.  Although the passes were
probably the farthest things from Kyle and Kelly's minds at this moment - I
wanted them to have them.  This night was already memorable and I hoped it
would be even more so.
     The twins started to stir and I heard them whispering to each other.
Without warning, they attacked.  Kyle landed on my chest, his head facing
my dick and his ass near my face.  Kelly sprang in between my legs, forcing
them apart with a mighty effort.  I wasn't sure what they had in mind but I
was eager to find out.
     I felt four small hands on my cock and balls as the boys scrambled
into position.  Kyle licked my swollen red head as Kelly tongued my balls
through their thin sac.
  Kyle moved his mouth over top of my head and started to swallow my dick.
Kelly moved up and licked the under side of my shaft, as his fingers
squeezed and massaged my balls.  The pleasure was intense.  It was even
better because I couldn't see what they were doing.  The only view I had
was of Kyle's spread cheeks and recently fucked anus.
     Kyle managed to take about four inches into his mouth before he
started to gag a little.  Satisfied that this was all he could handle, he
proceeded to slide his mouth up and down over my head and upper shaft.
Kelly continued to lick and suck down to the base.  As I lay there, I
watched as a little bit of Kelly's boy cum escaped form Kyle's anus.  What
the heck.  I leaned my head forward and licked him cleaning.  I tongued his
tiny brown bud, hoping for more, and occasionally being rewarded for my
efforts.
     The twins worked feverishly to get me off.  And it was certainly
working - what with the partial hand job I had already given myself - I was
almost ready to shoot again.  Kyle was enjoying sucking on me and the taste
of my pre-cum.  Kelly alternated between my balls and my shaft.  When he
wasn't licking my balls, he was massaging them in his small fingers.
     "Oh shit, you better get ready.  I'm ready to blow," I moaned as
loudly as I could manage.  Kyle must have heard me and decided not to risk
getting blasted in the mouth again.  He pulled his mouth off of my head.
He wrapped both hands around my shaft and started to pump up and down
rapidly.  Kelly watched and waited, still squeezing my nuts.  Kyle's hands
slid back and forth on my wet dick.  His fingers pulled my foreskin back
and forth over my head, causing me to pray for immediate release as the
tension built inside of me.
     As Kyle's magic fingers stroked me and Kelly's squeezed my testicles,
I felt the first surge of sperm rising from my sac.  Kyle and Kelly seemed
in awe as they watched the first load shoot up and splash onto my chest.
Load after load emerged to follow, creating a trail of cum down my smooth
chest and onto my belly.  Kyle put his mouth back over my swollen head,
taking the last few shots into his sweet mouth.  He sucked until I had
nothing left to give.  As Kyle sucked me, Kelly moved up to my chest and
started to lick my cum.  As his mouth became sticky and cum oozed from his
lips, he gave me a huge grin.  Once my dick was sucked dry, Kyle joined
Kelly in the final clean up.  Together, they removed every last sperm from
my body - inside and out.
     I couldn't help myself.  I grabbed both boys and pulled them to my
body in a big hug.  We remained like that for some time, until I heard the
noises of the audience as they cheered for the band to come on stage.  I
would have been happy to spend the rest of the night with these golden
brown boys hugged close to me.
     "Do you live here," Kyle asked?
     "No, I travel with the show.  I wish I did live here and could stay
with you guys."
     "I would like that," Kelly added.
     "I love you," Kyle finished.
     We hugged some more.  I reminded them about the passes and that they
had a show to see.  I helped them dress then put my pants on.  I hung a
pass around Kelly's neck and one around Kyle's.  I walked upstairs with
them to the side of the stage.  For the first time on the tour, I felt like
watching the show, rather than sleeping.  As the band prepared for their
entrance, I pulled three chairs to the side of the curtain.  I sat on one
and Kyle and Kelly sat on the other two.  Both boys pulled in close to me
and we held each other for the entire show.
     I was very sad when it ended.  I introduced the boys to the band
members and then headed off to pack up the equipment.  I never saw Kyle and
Kelly again, but I would miss them for a long time.  I wished I could have
stayed and somehow made their lives better.  But I had a job to do and had
to move on.

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The end of The Roadie - Part Two.  Hope you liked it.  Stay tuned for Parts
Three and Four.  Comments appreciated.