Date: Sun, 6 May 2007 12:55:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: LJ
Subject: The Three Ms Chapter 2 (b/b/g mast preteen)

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The three Ms chapter 2

Story codes: b/b/g mast bi preteen


Chapter 2

	Mitch is smiling widely as he looks at us.

	"You guys jacking off?" He asks even as it is quite obvious as we
lay there with our hard little cocks in our fists.

I wondered if Mike would answer with a smart ass comment, but he just
smiles up at his brother and nods.

	"Cool! Make room." Mitch says and immediately starts to work on
opening his cut offs.

Even as he is doing this, I remove my hand from my cock and he exclaims.

	"Wow!  That is about as big as mine!"

	"Shhh, not so loud goof ball." Mike whispers.

	"Oh, sorry." Says Mitch as his own cock comes into view.  At this
point I sit up and find myself face to face with his pride and joy.

Mitch is five feet two or so.  He has the same color hair his brother does,
and his eyes are a darker shade of brown.  He is wearing a plane t-shirt,
and suddenly from the waste down he is naked as he lets his cut offs drop.

His cock is probably the same length as mine, if maybe a quarter of an inch
longer.

A very light dusting of peach fuzz covers part of his little ball sac as I
watch it move and tighten with his arousal.

ON the left side of his four inch cock there are a few little black hairs,
short and not even curled yet.

His cock is very hard already, and he makes it jump as he becomes aware of
me staring at it.

Like me and Mike, he is uncut, but I can see his foreskin is more
retracted.  The tip of his glands is actually showing some.  This lets me
see the sudden bid of moister which appears at the tip of his piss hole.

A clear droplet emerges from it, and I wondered if that was the stuff that
I had heard my cousin talk about to his buddy one time, the stuff that made
babies.

	Mitch does not waste any time, he just makes a fist around his
recently turned twelve-year-old cock and starts to pound it purposefully.

His hands are slightly larger than mine, but his cock is about the same
thickness as my own.

Nonetheless, he has a perfect fitting grip that manages to fully hold and
stimulate his boyhood.

I am again mesmerized as I watch the soon to be seventh grader jacking off
before me.

Though he is my size I can't help but feel a bit of envy as he is older
than me.

Even as I watch, more of that clear stuff appears at the tip of his little
cock.

As his foreskin moves over and over up and down around his glands, the
wetness spreads.

IN no time I start to hear a quiet but clear squishy wet sound to each
stroke of his cock as the tip gets wetter with his precum.

I would later find out that it is rare for a boy so young to make precum,
but Mitch was the exception.

	"Make room Mike." He says, and stops fisting his cock.

Then he is laying down next to me and between us.

Again, he grasps his cock, and I turn to the side to look at him
masturbate.

The twelve-year-old boy starts to really jack off.  Now that he is
comfortable, he gives all of his attention to his pleasure.

He starts to shake the bed with us on it, and soon, he is making slap
sounds.

Mike seems to be unaware, or unconcerned about the whole thing, and he just
lays there holding his own cock, and giving it the occasional stroke.

I on the other hand am sitting and leaning over to look closely at Mitch as
he jacks off.  He looks so happy, so enraptured in his moment of self love.

What gets me is the way his little fist moves, and how the few little hairs
at the base of his cock can be seen from the side when his fist reaches its
upward peak.

The image of his puberty, of a boy entering puberty and jacking his little
cock is what would stay with me for ever.

	Then he starts to pant and give out little soft moans.

He must have been quite horny even as he was out.  Suddenly he is jacking
himself faster.  His little pelvis lifts and falls a few times, and then
his mouth opens in an oh of bliss.  I watch opened mouth as suddenly a
squirt of clear white fluid shoots up and splats on his tummy nearly
messing the bottom of his t-shirt.  Then another smaller spurt, and another
which dribbles all over his pumping little fist.  A last one which is
almost hidden by the stuff already covering the tip of his cock.

He can only grunt quietly as he lets us witness his little boy orgasm . The
so precious display of his twelve-year-old release.

Even as his little fist starts to slow down I can hear the additional
wetness making that sweet sounding slurp sound as he rubs his wet cock.

	"Oh man!" I exclaim under my breath, truly amazed at what I have
just seen.

	"That was good!" Says Mitch still panting.  He lets go of his cock
for me to se the wetness covering it.

	"I thought you wanted fried chicken."  Mike says grinning.

	"I do, but that was better." Mitch answers with a grin.

	"Boys!"  Comes the call from down stairs, and suddenly Mitch jumps
off the bed.  He barely manages to not trip as he tries to pull his shorts
back up even as he is running to the door.

As he opens the door and runs out, me and Mike get up and pull our clothes
back on.

Lucky I had an extra pair of shorts on my bag since I hate wearing my wet
trunks.

	"Was that sperm?"

I ask Mike, still in a daze as we get dressed.

	"Yeah, you never seen spunk before?" He asks.

	"No, I haven't.  That was cool!" I answer.

	"Yeah, he started doing that like a few months ago, right before he
turned twelve." Mike says.

	"You think he will let me see it again?" I ask walking to the door.

	"Yeah, but we have to do it when mom is not here." Mike answers,
and follows me.

	I had planned to go home, but Mike's mom invited me to stay and
have lunch with them.

She had bought fried chicken and fries, and baked beans.

As we eat, I steel casual glances at Michelle who is sitting next to her
big brother.

Thinking of what me and the boys had just done keeps me hard through out
lunch, and thinking of what I want to do with Michelle if only... makes my
little dick ache with need.

	I call mom and ask her permission to stay there for a while longer
as Mike wants us to shoot hoops after food settles.

Mitch takes off with a buddy of his who comes over on his bike, and
Michelle goes up to her room.

	It is after me and Mike have been playing outside for a while that
I get an urge to use the restroom.

The down stairs bathroom is being cleaned by his mom, so she tells me to
use the kids' bathroom up stairs.

I quickly make my way up the stairs leaving Mike outside with another
friend of his whom I don't know.

As I reach the top of the stairs and start for the bathroom, I go by
Michelle's closed bedroom.  IT is quiet up stairs so I am perfectly able to
hear as I go by what seems a rhythmic squeaking from the bed springs inside
her bedroom.

Instantly all physical needs are forgotten as I stop and listen.  My piss
hard on turns into a full blown fuck hard on as I hold my breath.

The squeaking is not constant, but it comes intermittently.  That is when I
decide to put my ear to the door and listen closer.

With my heart in my throat I hear what sounds like panting from inside.
Then quiet, then again, the bed gives out those quick squeak noises.

Then I actually hear what seems to be a squishy sound repeated for the next
few seconds, followed by a gasp, and a cut off little high pitch moan.

Then I hear her feet hit the ground and I am off as quickly as I can into
the bathroom.

I have just closed the door and locked it when I hear her bedroom door
open.

Briefly I wonder if she had heard me, but then decide that she could not
have as I did not make any noise.

I have to wait till my hard on goes down some before I start to pee, always
my heart hammering and my brain recalling over and over what I have just
heard.

Could she had been playing with herself in there?

'Did girl play with themselves?

I could not account for what I have heard in any other way than by the only
similar way my bed would make those noises.

IT had sounded there for a moment just like my jacking sounded when I used
spit, or baby oil to lubricate my little cock.

	I come out of the bathroom and walk passed her open bedroom.

She is standing by her door, and as I walk by she gives me a little smile
that makes me almost gasp out loud. Then she slips passed me into the
bathroom with out a word.

	I run down stairs almost tripping, so high I am in a cloud of joy.
She actually smiled at me!

	I find Mike and his friend sitting on the lawn just chatting.  He
is wearing shorts like us, and has blue eyes and curly hair. He is also
wearing his roller blades and keeps spinning one of the wheels with his
fingers as he talks.

My drawing near seems to end the conversation because he gets up and waves
in my direction, then nods to Mike, and is off like a shot down the
sidewalk towards the end of the street.

	"That's Nick." Mike says. "He lives down the street in the pink
house."

	"Pink?" I ask.

	"Yeah, weird huh?" Mike answers and we start laughing.

	"Hey, come on lets walk." I say and give his shoulder a gentle tug.

He stands up and I start to walk in the opposite direction Nick went.

	"Hey, hum, do you know if girls can play with themselves?"

I ask.  I want to tell him what I just heard, but wonder if he would be put
off being as it is his sister after all I would be talking about.

	"Yeah, they do, everybody can." He says grinning.

	"No man, seriously."  I say.

	"Yeah, everybody can, why?" He asks.



	"You won't get pissed if I tell you?" I ask.

	"What?" He says, and stops walking.

	"I was going by Michelle's room, and I heard her bed squeak." I
blurt out before I can chicken out.

	"OH wow!" Mike exclaims.  "What she making moaning sounds?"

	"Yeah, she was, and I think I heard squishy sounds, you know, like
when you jack your cock with soap or in the shower."  I say, my own cock
starting to harden in my shorts.

	"Yeah, I hear her sometimes at night when we are supposed to be in
bed.  And Mitch too.  He says that she is really horny." Mike whispers
close to me.

	"Dang dude!" I exclaim.  "I want to go jack off really bad now." I
finish lowering my voice.

		"Yeah, me too.  But mom is in the house, so we can't go up
to my room because she is supposed to be vacuuming the up stairs rooms."
Says Mike.  "Can't we go to your house?"

	"Nah, my aunt is there, and I had to give up my room for her." I
say.

	"I got an idea!" He shouts excitedly. "You know by the school,
there is a hidden area behind the benches by the play ground. We can go
there and jack off cause there are a lot of trees and nobody will see us."

	"Cool where is it?" I ask.

	"I'll show you." He says, and takes off running.

To anybody who saw us then we were just two kids playing tag, or catch.
Little would they suspect that we were on a mission.  A fourth and fifth
graders running to find a hidden place to jack their little cocks.  Two
horny little boys eager to feel the tickles from our little cocks.

	The place he has in mind is behind the elementary school.  Indeed
there are a bunch of bushes and quite a few trees around them forming a
circle.  We climb the fence and he leads me to the center of the area.
There is a denser growth of tall bushes and leafs that is just high enough
to stand over our heads.

It forms a sort of enclosure that I immediately think of enhancing with a
blanket, or even some card board boxes to make a hidden fort of sorts.  IT
is not very big, but two boys our age had no trouble fitting and having
enough space to stand face to face.

	"You don't think there are bugs or something?" I ask as we stand
facing each other.

	"Nah, I come here all the time when I want to be alone." Mike says.
We have lowered our voices for some reason, as if anybody would hear.  It
was a Saturday after all, and the elementary school was empty save for us.
I realize that even during lunch, nobody would be able to see from the
benches, or even high up from the monkey bars in the play ground.

	"You know what?" he asks.

	"What?" I say.

	"Bet we could bring a girl in here and we could fuck if we bring a
blanket." He says, and his little hand reaches down to rub his boner
through his shorts.

	"Yeah man!" I exclaim excitedly.  I almost blurt out in my joy the
name of my very first and ultimate candidate for just that purpose, but
find myself clamping down on the words.  I still did not know how he would
handle the situation if he knew.

	"You know Phil?" He asks.

	"Yeah, he is in my class." I say.  Phil was known for being the
best basket ball player in the school, and even the younger kids in the
lower grades knew him.

	"I heard that he fucked Brenda Green in here."

	"Nah ah!" I say my jaw almost hitting the ground.  Next to my
Michelle, Brenda Green must have been the biggest fifth grade and even
fourth and third grade jack off fantasy of the whole elementary.

Shit, looking back she was probably the jack off fantasy of every grown up
in the school as well.  To think of Phil and her actually fucking each
other gave me a thrill.  Having never seen a porn, I think the image of
Phil and Brenda fucking was my first glimpse in to what later would become
a growing voyeuristic streak in me.

I could almost hear them hiding in where me and Mike now stood.  Their
naked bodies tangled and moving together as they fucked.

I would later find out all about it from Phil himself, but that is as they
say a tale for another day.

	"that is fucking hot!" I say, and reach down to unzip my shorts.  I
waste no time and taking out my four inches of boy meat and as Mike
watches, I start to jack off.

He grins and then reaches down for his own shorts.

As his little cock comes into view, I stop the pounding of mine.

	"Race you dude." He says as he makes a little fist around his
nine-year-old cock.

	"Cool!" I say.

	"Ready?" He asks.

	"One, two... Three! Go!" He cries out.

Instantly the race is on.  I start jacking my little cock as if my life
depended on it.

I am inspired by the look in his face as he jacks his own cock.  His little
ball sac is hitting the bottom of his shorts and causing the zipper and
metal buttons to make a quick clink clink clink sound to each little
stroke.

Under his breath he gives short little pants.

Even as I jack my own cock, I start to think of Michelle, of the sounds I
heard coming from her close bedroom door.  Then of the smile she gave me as
I came out of the bathroom.

I pictured her with me, there in that little hide away.  My lips on hers,
her lips on mine.  Both of us panting as we kissed each other all over.

I could almost smell her scent, her sweet breath.

Then I pictured her warm, and so hot looking little body beneath me as we
fucked on a blanket in there.  Just the two of us.

Then I suddenly pictured Brenda Green and Phil fucking next to me and
Michelle, the panting and moaning of the girls quietly filling our ears
with their musical sounds as we fucked their tight, hot, and very wet
little pussies.

	With a gasp, I cum.  That picture alone setting me off with out
warning.  Where normally my orgasms would build and explode, this one just
comes out of nowhere.

I stand on my tippy toes for a moment, then I push my front out trying to
feed my pumping fist as much of my ten-year-old little cock as I can.

I am grunting in the back of my throat out of control.

I want to yell out Michelle's name as that is whom I picture as I cum, and
cum, and cum, my dry orgasm so intense that I almost collapse as it passes.

As I slow down and let go of my cock, Mike cums himself.  He gives a few
little moans leading up to his climax, then as he cums, he lets out three
childish little grunts which sound magical to me.

Even as a young boy I loved the sound of another child in pleasure.

	As we catch our breaths, I suddenly hear a rustling sound from the
bushes near by.

	"You hear that?" I ask, suddenly concerned.

	"Yeah." Mike says, still panting.  "Its probably a bird or
something."

Even so, I pull my shorts up and zip up quickly.

After a few seconds Mike does the same, and we come out.  We can't see
anybody around, but I could not stop wondering if somebody had seen what we
were doing and heard us.



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