Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 01:26:55 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Kentucky Boy (gay/adult youth or incest, b/M, gg/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                      Kentucky Boy
                          By
                         Wolf

	It all started when our mother remarried.  I
was 4-years old and my brother Chris was almost 1
year old.  We lived in rural area of western Kentucky,
not far from the Indiana border.  Mom married a guy
that was a product of the 60's Cultural Revolution.
Rodger could be called a bit of a hippie, minus the
long hair.  He was a free spirit and thinker.

	The fact that we lived in an isolate area, where
there were no neighbors within walking distance,
added to my brother and I being shy.  We didn't have
other children to play with.  We only had each other
to play with.

	Mom was a registered nurse.  She worked 12-
hour shifts.  She would work from 7 am to 7 pm one
week and from 7 pm to 7 am the next week.  Rodger
had to look after us a lot as a result.  He was a good
baby sitter and good listener.  He always was very
patent, when I know I was boring him to death with
childish questions.

	Rodger was the perfect stepfather, but he was
a bit of a nudist, nothing too extreme.  He slept in
the nude, longed around the house naked, or in his
under-shorts.  When mom was home we even went
swimming nude in a private pool, located in a creek
running through the property, that sort of stuff.

	Chris and I were used to seeing mom and Rodger
getting up in the morning and walking around the
house naked.  We felt free to run around naked too.
I never paid much attention to mom's body, but
Rodger's body fascinated me.

	Rodger seemed like a tall man to me, but he was
only average height and sized.  He was a hairy man;
chest, back, legs and ass.  I was fascinated by the
trail of hair that ran down the middle of his body
from his chest, past his navel to that dark tangle of
thick hair above his cock.  The cock fascinated me
too.  His cock was about six inches long, thick as my
wrist, and he had foreskin that completely covered
the big knob.  My brother and I had been cut at
birth, so I wondered why we were different.  He also
had a scrotum that swung between his legs covered
with hairs.

	When I was about 7 or 8-years old things began
to change.  I had always enjoyed sitting on his naked
lap, feeling the bulge of his meat poking me in the
butt.  That may have been what led to the rest.  I
liked watching TV, while we were both naked, and I
was sitting on his lap.  I loved resting my head near
his armpit, so I could smell the manly odor while I
was rubbing his hairy chest.  Rodger would rub my
back or my legs.

	There had never been any shyness when it came
to the bathroom.  We were never restricted from
entering the bathroom when someone was in there.
Rodger encouraged me to come in and sit on the
toilet, to talk to him while he showered.  I never
thought there was anything unusual about the
request.  I would sit there pretending to shave my
face while we talked.  I don't even remember how
many weeks we did that before Rodger invited me to
join him in the shower.  We just shared the shower is
all!  After sometime Rodger would take a wash cloth
and wash my back and hair for me.  I naturally took a
washcloth to wash his body too.  That led to a "game"
as he called it.  He would wash some part of my body,
like an arm then I would wash the same part on him.
We did that for a few weeks before he washed my
little cock for me.  I was thrilled at the prospect of
washing his cock for him.  We just used the
washcloth to do it.  It was several more weeks before
he didn't use a washcloth to wash my cock for me.
(He said he forgot to get one.)  When he washed my
dick I got a boner.  I was obligated to wash his cock
with my hand too.  I was fascinated with the loose
skin on his cock.  I would pull the skin back to expose
his big fat cock head.  We would always end up with a
hard-on by the time we rinsed off our bodies.

	I was still a skinny boy, with brown hair, that
was slightly blond, blue eyes.  During the summer I
spent a lot of time outdoors naked, so I had a good
tan, during the summer months.  I was no more than
four-foot four or five.  I had a typical little pecker
and scrotum that had not dropped.

	One evening while we were showering together I
was washing him and he had an orgasm.  His cum
splattered against the tile wall of the shower.  Some
of his cum was clinging to the head of his cock, and
when the foreskin covered his knob it was frothy,
afterwards Rodger had a long talk with me, about the
importance of the secrecy of what we were doing.
Now I suspect he had always been planning on our
games leading to that moment.

	We would play that game in the shower for
awhile before we would go bed.  Rodger would jack me
off for a long time.  He could do that because I was
too young to cum.  I would jack him off until he would
shoot his cum on the wall of the shower.

	Eventually he would come to bed with me.  We
had a two bedroom home, so Chris and I shared a
double bed.  Rodger would wait until Chris was asleep.
We would play with each other until he would cum.
Sometimes I would have a dry cum, or get the feeling,
as we called it.

	My brother was three years younger than me.
As far as I know Rodger was not playing with Chris.
However not long after Rodger taught me the game, I
taught Chris the game.  Sometimes Rodger would let
the two of us bath together in the tub, while he sat
on the toilet and watch us.  Some times he would
kneel by the tub, and help wash the two of us.  He
would encourage us to play the game with each other.
We would fondle each other in the water until we
would both have hard little boners.  Rodger seemed
to enjoy watching us, and helped us get the most fun
with each other.  That continued until we were 10 and
7-years old.

	I am not sure anymore about the ages, all I
remember is that I was still too young to cum, and I
didn't have any pubic hair.  I do remember I had my
first wet orgasm after turning 11.  By that time I was
very devoted to my stepfather and would do anything
to please him.

	One night after we had gone to bed, and I was
sure Chris was asleep, I got out of bed and went to
my parent's bedroom.  I got in bed with him.  We
were both naked, and we played with each other's
cocks for awhile.  Normally, we would do that until he
would cum.  Sometimes he would show me porn
magazines.  They were normally black and white
magazines of people having sex or just nudist
magazines.  I never paid much attention to the titles.
All I was interested in was the pictures.  We would
look at them while we played with each other's cocks.
We would select pictures and mimic what they were
doing.  That was how we started sucking each others
cock.

	Of course when Mom was home at night, I had
to stay in bed with Chris, so I taught him to suck my
cock in exchange for sucking his.  Eventually Chris got
the feeling and would dry orgasms as well.

	On the nights Mom was working, I would slip
into bed with Rodger and suck his cock for him.  The
first time he came in my mouth it shocked me, and I
opened my mouth, as the cum spilled out of my mouth.
The cum flowed down his thick cock and collected in
the hairs around the base of his cock.

	I could taste his cum that had coated the inside
of my mouth.  I found that I didn't mind the taste at
all.  After that night I was willing to swallow what
ever he wanted to give me.  Eventually, Chris joined
us.  It was fun sucking Rodger while Chris sucked me.
It was not long before I was filling Chris' mouth with
my own cum.

	I don't know if our mom ever figured out what
we were doing.  Chris and I still have a fetish for
hairy older men that can only be called bears.  It is
also a plus if they have foreskins.  Neither of us have
any desire to indulge in anal sex.

	Rodger passed away in 2002.  Chris and I still
miss him a lot.  We often talk to each other about
him and what he taught us.



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