Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 18:30:14 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys - part 2

Thanks for the letters of support.  I know it was my first
story, so with that I know that I am not the greatest
storyteller.  Ok, so I said that I would do something from
"Cool-kid-brother" in the athletics section.  So if you send
me a letter, saying that this was a good story, and put your
first name or nickname at the end of the letter.  Read the
beginning part of the story for the disclaimers.  If you
have any questions or comments send to:  CupDrinker@aol.com.
Also please do not be dumb and send viruses in your emails.

     When we left off, I the main narrator, of the story
went looking for my best friends brother.  I found him, at
his apartment in mid-Michigan.  When I knocked down the door
I saw him fucking a guy.  After my initial shock, I started
to talk to him and figure out what was going on.  Towards
the end of chapter one, Chris is telling us how he got
involved with having sex with guys and girls.  He has just
finished fucking a guy and the guy leaves while he is
resting on the floor.  So here is the end chapter:

"Just give me a call ahead of time, so I can make sure that
I'll be here."  He knew that Zak was now addicted to his
tool, he has seen first hand, what women go through, when he
tortures them, by not showing it in.  Zak was now dressed,
and took out his wallet.  He pulled out all the cash he had,
and sat it on the bed.  $250, but Zak knew that this kid was
worth more.  He walked to the door, and he felt his hole
still staying open.  He never thought that something as big
as Chris' tool could have fit into this virgin hole.  He
shut the door, and walked past two kids playing in the
hallway.  Chris was not tired from fucking, he was just
thinking of the new market that opened for him.  If one
college boy would pay that for two fucks, imagine was the
rest of the men would pay?  As he sat sprawled on the floor,
dick still hard, he didn't hear the door creak open.  He
finally opened his eyes, as his closed eyelids darkened as
if something or someone was blocking the light.

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter - 2 - Bryan the kid

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     "What can I help you two with?"  Chris remembered them
as Andy's two youngest brothers, Steven and Danny.  Each
wore sandals, and cargo shorts.  Steven wore a dirty wife
beater shirt, while Danny worked on his rather nice tan.
Danny had a pair of boxers that were visible under his
shorts.  Their blonde hair was messed up, like they just
woke up, and their young bodies looked like they kept in
shape nicely or haven't eaten a good meal in a couple of
days.  Danny was the first to speak, in his soft voice.

     "You motherfucker have one huge fucking dick.  You
fucking have a third leg.  That's fucking huge, and thick."
Danny was just awe struck.

     "Did you just fuck that guy that left?"  Steven was the
quite brother.

     "I did.  Did he seem happy when he left?"  Chris' first
man experience just happened, but he wanted more.

     "I would say so.  He had a huge grin on his face.  His
boxers were showing through his zipper too."  Steven kept
his eye on the monster that was attached to his new
neighbor.

     "Another, happy customer."  Chris smiled, knowing where
he wanted to take this.

     "Shit, you saying that we can play with your dick?"
Danny asked.  And with a slight nod from Chris the games
began.  Danny, reached out this small 13 year old hand
towards the cum filled condom wrapped, rock hard dick.
Chris couldn't believe this.  Him and Kevin never came close
to doing this with each other.  With Danny stroking Chris'
dick the best he could, Steven was taking off this wife
beater.  His chest was flawless, his ribs could be seen, but
it was not a gross sight.  His nipples were the size of
dimes, and his stomach was expanding in and out, as his
breathing became heavier.  Both of the boys knew what was
going on, as they were each taught the joys of sex at the
age of 10, by their older brother Andy.  Danny needed relief
from his now rigid dick.  He jumped on the bed, rested his
knees on the edge, leaned over into a 69 and tried to deep
throat the massive member.  His mouth was just a tad small
as he could only take three inches.  Chris didn't know what
to do, as he never sucked a dick before, but there in front
of him stood a thin three inch little boy dick.  It would
poke his lips, but he wasn't not about to start his dick
sucking with a little boy.  Steven saw Chris leaning against
the bed, and saw that his brother was not about to get any
relief from their newfound sex partner.  He walked to the
bed, tugged off his shorts (no boxers for him as he went
commando since the age of 11) laid down and started to deep
throat his brother.  Danny kept at it, as he never sucked
such a big dick before.  The largest one was Andy's, and at
only 7 inches, this was huge.  Chris was surprised, when
Danny lifted himself and with one arm took off the cum
filled condom, take it to his mouth and with a loud sucking
sound, swallowed the half filled rubber.  Chris again, had
found him self a cum swallower.  Ten minutes continued with
the blowjobs, when Danny decided he had to have this in him.
He stood up, looked Chris in the eye and spoke.

     "You are going to fuck me, with your fucking huge
motherfucking dick."  Getting a blowjob from the little boy
was all right with Chris, but this might be going to far.
He looked at Steven and Steven told him that it would be all
right, and that he would enjoy it.  So Chris, walked to the
bathroom, wrapped on a new condom on his still hard cock
(yes, I'll tell you how he keeps it hard all the time.), and
lay back down on the bed.  He sprawled out, and looked at
the two boys standing in the corner, they talked and pointed
at Chris.  Danny spoke first.

     "You ready for a ride of your life?"  A big smile came
on his and Steven's face.

     "I think I should be asking you that."  Chris was a bit
surprised by the comment.  "But, I'm ready if you are."  And
with that Danny walked over to the bed, and stood up above
his sex partner's dick.  And then as if someone pushed
Danny's shoulders down, his knees gave way and he fell down
on to the cock, and as a smack came as Danny's ass came into
contact with Chris' thighs.  Chris was bugging out, but
Danny was in heaven.  Danny was addicted to sex, and he made
every experience a better than the last one.  Danny smiled
as he could feel every inch of man(boy) meat in him.  He
reached out and started playing with the older boys nipples.
This was all new to Chris, as usually it would be he that
would be playing with nipples.  Danny started to raise his
hips up and down, bucking in mid fuck, almost causing the
cock to bend in half.  Steven now jumped on the bed, stood
above Chris and feed his rock hard five inches to his
brother.  Danny was a master fuckee as well as a master blow
jobber.  His mouth filled with spit and precum as it was
trailing out the corners of his mouth and landing on Chris'
tight six-pack.  Danny was moaning, and at times it was
almost a slight whimper.  He raised his hips, withdrew half
of Chris' dick, and then slammed back down.  As he worked
the monster dick, he deep throated his brother's dick.  The
fuck and suck romp last fifteen minutes, with Steven started
to tighten his hips, stiffened his back and blew his load
into his younger brothers mouth.  Steven blasted out three
shots of cum to the back of Danny's throat.  He could feel
each hot wad travel down his throat and into his stomach.
Chris was reaching his breaking point, also, and he told
Danny that if he wants more, then he better get his mouth
ready.  With that, Danny pulled off, tossed the condom onto
the floor, started to lick the piss slit.  The first shot
caught them off guard, and flew into the air and hit Steven,
still standing above Chris, in the cheek.  Danny was not
about the rest to escape, and covered the mushroom head with
his mouth.  Eight thick shots coated his mouth, the taste
was not as bland as his brothers, but it was a thick sweet
taste.  Danny pulled off, and lay on the floor, with his
hands on his stomach, as he could feel the fresh sperm
swimming around.  Steven jumped off the bed and sat on the
chair, his five inches now turned to three inches limp.
Chris grabbed the remote from the nightstand, and turned on
the tv.  For the next hour, the three of them watched to six
o'clock edition of Sportscenter.

     "You fucked that innocent little kid out there?"  I
finished my coke, and stared at Chris, who know had to
spread his feet a little farther apart to keep the puddle of
precum from touching his toes.  I thought to my self as I
became amazed at the puddle of precum, "I'm all most for
certain that Chris never had to use spit or lotion when he
jacked him self of was a kid.

     "Didn't you hear the story?  That little kid is not
innocent; he's a sex oholic.  He can, loosen his ass and
then tighten it to the size of a nickel in less than a
second."  Chris took a swig of the pop, and rested the can
on his rock hard cock.  Only he could use his dick as a
coffee table.  I finally gave up searching for an answer and
asked the question.

     "How the fuck do you keep your dick so hard?  We have
been talking for almost two hours now, and it's still as
hard, from when you were fucking Andy, when I busted in."
Chris smirked, as if I should have already known the answer.

     "Remember when you bought your house, and Kevin and I
came down to help you unpack your boxes?

     "Yeah.  But I'm not quite following."

     "Well, you yourself said that you would only be using
the first floor, and the top three floors and the basement,
were going to empty rooms.  I started to take up boxes to
the top floor.  On my third box, I tripped on the last stair
and the box fell onto the floor and opened up.  Remember
Kevin's gag gift for you on your 18th b'day?

     "Um....well, there was the blow up sheep one year, then
there was the fat lady calendar another....wait, don't say
that I still kept that?"  The answer finally came to me.

     "Yep.  He got you that penis pump.  It was still in the
packaging, and I figured I would use the gift to good use.
So I walked to the end room, opened it up, plugged it in,
and got hooked.  I must have had that pumping away for about
thirty minutes, when I filled up the tube.  I hid the pump
in my jacket and used it every given minute after that.
After a couple of weeks I could just will myself to keep it
hard, and with that the precum would just start coming out.
I would show off to Gwen, when we would go out on dates.  I
tell you what, that's a good way to get laid.  By just
snapping my fingers I could go from a soft six inches to a
rock hard ten inches."  I never thought of using the pump
Kevin got me, but I'm glad someone used it for good use.  I
scratched my messed up hair, and then heard my cell ring.

     "Hello?"  The number on the caller ID didn't register
in my mind.

     "Agent Douglas, this is Agent Smits.  Could you come
down to the office and join us for a meeting?  Field
Director Johnson has asked for you."

     "Sure, I'll be there within an hour."  And with that,
he hung up.  "Well, I must be going.  I have to meet up at
the office.  Are you going to be here all day?"  By all
means this intervention was not going to end like this.

     "Yeah.  I have no plans to leave.  I might jet out and
pick up some take out."  Chris, for some reason looked a
little sad.

     "Ok, then I will be back, and we will work something
out."  I walked out the door, down the hallway, flight of
stairs, and then into the parking lot.  There, just as I
first met them, stood Jon, Steven and Danny.  The three of
them, looked at me, as I was about to open my truck door.

     "Hey, Danny."  I said to the younger brother.  "You
ever live in a house with just you and your father?"

     "Nope, always been here in this shithole".  Danny said,
and looked at me, like I had just smoked a joint.

     "Really?  Never, lived near the ocean have a pool in
your backyard?  Never have a little neighbor boy, swing from
the trees on the other side of your privacy fence?

     "Are you ok, mister?"  Danny couldn't quite figure out
what was going on.

     "Never called the kid `Tarzan'?  Your father wasn't a
model photographer, who actually liked to photograph naked
boys?  Never had a best friend who, had a brother that you
both wanted to have sex with?"  For some reason I thought
Danny looked familiar.

     "What ever you just got done smoking, I would like to
buy that off of you."

     "Danny...Dudes..."  I lost my train of thought, smiled
at the three and got back into my SUV, and headed onto the
offices.  I drove for about fourth-five minutes and arrived
at the multistory office building.  I walked through the
metal detectors, and passed through the security checks.  I
meet up with Agent Smits.  He handed me an inch think file.

     "You ready?  Everyone is here."  Smits, waved his hand,
and opened the door to the conference room.  In there stood
seven other agents.  We all looked alike dressed in dress
trousers, white dress shirt and a tie.  We all sat down, and
then Smits started to go over the details.

     "As you know, we are losing the war on drugs.  We can
only put a small dent in its use.  Drug use among children
ages 10 - 15 is up over three hundred percent from five
years ago.  During the next three weeks, we will be casing
out the schools and making arrests."  Smits went one, giving
us details, specifics.  On the sides of the room, maps of
the local schools appeared.

     "Agent Smits, I have a question."  I wasn't getting the
entire picture.  "So we are not busting the main guys on
this, we are just busting the kids that sell the drugs to
the kids correct?  Sorry, to say but this sounds more like a
job for the local authorities."

     "You would be correct Agent Douglas, but the locals
have an over extended case load.  They have asked us a some
assistance, and they asked to do these raids, as more of a
way to scare the younglings."  We all got our assignments.
While most got the jobs of writing up the reports, I got the
uneventful job of casing out the schools.  I had to choose
the best spots for the cars, and the `walkers'.  I then
thought of the deal that I had just done with the three
brothers.  I had to get back with them, and tell them to
hang low, during the date of the raids.  I looked at the
map, and saw that there was a school, just three blocks from
Chris' apartment.

     For obvious reason, I decided to check that one out
first.  I drove back to the apartment, and saw that the
three boys were not there anymore.  I walked into the
apartment building, and started up the flight of stairs.  As
I was in the middle of the stairs, I heard a loud crash,
from downstairs.  I walked back down, and started down the
hallway, when I heard another crash again.  It was coming
from one of the apartments.  I determined the door, and
pressed my ear to it.  Again, a loud crash echoed through
the door, it sounded like someone was throwing something up
against the well.  I decided to check it out, so I knocked
on the door.  No one answered, I knocked again, and no luck.
Again a loud crash, I stood back and kicked the door open.
There stood an older man of seventy, naked from the waist
down, holding a young boy up in the air, who from the look
of it were twelve.  They both turned to me, as I could
finally see the boys face.  A rather cute boy, but the blood
trailing down from his nose was not a pretty sight.

     "And who the fuck do you think you are?"  The older man
stood, with a hardon, with nasty gray hair covering his legs
and pubic area.  The hardon, of four inches was probably
from viagria, I determined.

     "I heard some crashes."  I pulled out my FBI badge and
showed the man.  "Can I ask what is going on?"

     "If you must know, this is just an Uncle Nephew
conversation, so I must ask you to leave."

     I looked in the water filled eyes of the boy.  I knew
that this was no conversation.  "So you usually talk to your
nephew with your pants down?"

     "Damn kid didn't do his chores, so he must be punished.
And this here is the ultimate punishment for this kid."  The
fragile man now set the boy on the bed.

     "Punishment for the kid, yes, but I'm sure not for you.
You sir made the wrong choice today.  You beat up a kid, in
front of me."

     I walked over to the old man, and with all the pinned
up anger inside of me, I punched the man in, just below the
eye, causing him to fall to the floor passed out.  I made a
call to the local police unit.  They arrived in a matter of
minutes, and put the man in cuffs.  I sat down and talked to
the kid, in the bathroom.  He sat on the toilet, while I
leaned up against the bathtub.

     "So, kid, feeling better?"  There was dried blood,
coming out of his nose.  I walked to the sink and wetted a
washcloth.

     "Yeah, thanks...."  This was one bad thing about
talking to children.  They think that they are the ones to
blame so they keep quite.  I washed the dried blood away,
and then I stretched out his arm to check out the black and
blue marks.

     "So is this man your `real' uncle?"

     "..no.  My parents died three years ago.  I was placed
in here by the foster care system.  This is my first place
I've been in.  The kid was down right cute.  Moppy brown
hair, a cute nose, sparse freckles on his face, at most he
only weighed seventy-five, eighty pounds.

     "So what was happening when I came into your
apartment?"

     "I forgot to rinse out a cup.  I was sleeping in my
bed, that's when he walked over, picked me up and threw me
into the wall.  I didn't know why.  This was the first time
that he actually hit me.  He threw me into the wall again.
After that he took off his pants and told me that I was
going to get the worst pain that I have ever felt in my
life.  And that's when you came in."  That statement was
enough for me.  I nodded to the senior officer, and they
took the old man away.  "Where are they going to take him?"
I looked back over to his face, and I saw a smile.

     "First they will take him to a jail, here in town.
Then they are going to have a trail, where a friend of mine,
will prove that what he was doing to you is wrong.  He is
going to be found guilty, for laying a hand on you and then
will be sent to a bigger jail.  My hope is `Jackson State
Pen', the worst jail for men like him."  I assured him that
he would not be hurt anymore.  "So now we just have to find
a place for you.  You have anymore family members you can
stay with?"

     "Not that I know of.  I think my parents were only
child's, growing up."  The kid walked out of the bathroom,
and sat in the kitchen.

     "Ok, well what about any friends from school?"

     "I haven't seen them in three years."

     "No not from your old school, your new one that is just
down the road."

     "That's what I'm saying.  I haven't been to school in
three years."

     "Really?  So what has this man been doing to you, in
those three years?"

     "I have to wake up at four in the morning, to make
breakfast.  After breakfast, I have to help him with putting
on his clothes.  I get the dirty clothes and take them to
the laundry room, which is just next door, and do the
laundry.  At eleven I start lunch, and then he eats at the
table.  After he is done, then I eat.  I then start to do
the daily cleaning, in which I sweep and mop the living
room, kitchen, dinning room and bathroom.  I clean the
sinks, the bath tub, and the counter tops, I clean the
windows..."  The kid kept on for five more minutes.  This
man did not help this kid cope with the loss of his parents,
instead he found a free maid to clean his home, and the
state paid for it.  This man was going to pay for this.  If
he were to fall in the shower in the prison, and something
were to happen to him I could care less.  I told the kid to
pack up his clothes and that I would be right back.  Where
was this kid going to stay?  There was no way I was going to
take him to my house, and I was not going the state find
another place to put him in that could be worse than this.
I then remembered what I first came to the apartment
building for; Chris.  I knocked on his door.  This time he
came to the room, with some cargo shorts on.

     "Hey, Avery.  What the fuck is going on down there with
all those cops?  I thought they were doing a drug bust."  He
showed me in.  I looked and found the soiled condoms were
taken care of.

     "I was just helping someone out.  Tell me what you know
of the little kid downstairs?

     "What kid?"

     "The one that lives in apartment 13.  Little twelve
year old.  Brown hair, cute kid, he lives with the old man?"

     "The only kids I know of, are Andy's brothers, and they
haven't told me of any kid.  Besides I'm sure I would have
noticed another boy running around here."  Shit.  This man
must have locked this kid up in the room, when he left to go
out.  And he chooses the best time to do the laundry, which
was when everyone was out of the first floor.

     "Why what's going on?  Did you find a kid down there?"
Chris asked, as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed each
of us a coke.

     "I did.  It seems, this kids foster parent kept him as
a maid.  Must have locked him in the room, for the last
three years.  Well, if you excuse me I'll be right back."  I
walked away with more questions than answers.

     "You know Avery, this is some messed up shit."  Chris
yelled to me, as I walked out the door.  I came back into
the kid's apartment.  There were several police officers,
taking photographs, and boxing up some evidence.  I sat next
to the kid, and told the officer who was standing next to
him that he could leave.  "So do you have a name?"  I slid
my unopened coke towards the kid.  He opened it up and took
a drink.

     "Name is Bryan, but the old man just called me `kid'.
Either is fine with me, just use to kid though."  His hand
could barely wrap around the pop can, as he took it up to
his mouth and chugged the rest of the pop.  By now there was
just two other officers, Kid and myself in the room.  I told
him to grab his duffel bag, and that I would find him a good
place to live.  I signed a couple of papers for the
officers, and led the kid up the stairs and into Chris'
room.  Chris' tanned back was turned to us, and when I
introduced Chris to Bryan, he turned around and stuck out
his hand.  Bryan stared at Chris' pecs and abs.  His mouth
dropped open a little, Chris saw the kid's amazement and
started to smile.  I poked Bryan in his side, and he came
to.  He reached for Chris' hand and gave it a rather long
shake.

     "Chris, here is a good friend of mine.  This is his
apartment."  I said as I looked down at Bryan.

     "So Bryan, where are you going staying at?"  Chris
said, as he walked over to his bed, and sat on the corner.

     "Um...He is going to be staying at my parents house,
until I can find him a suitable house."  I picked up Bryan's
bag, and started to walk out the door.  Bryan was right
behind me, and when I looked back, he was again starring at
Chris who pretended to be stretching from yawning but was
actually flexing for the little boy.  We walked toward the
parking lot, and I opened up the passenger side door for
Bryan.  He hopped in and buckled his seat belt.  I turned
the key, and pressed the Onstar button, "Call parents", I
said and it rattled off the numbers.

     "Wow, just like in the Batman commercial!" acclaimed
Bryan.  "It's funny, what you learn from commercials."

     "Hello."  My mother picked up the phone.

     "Hello, mom.  This is Avery.  I have a favor to ask."
I usually called my parents at least every other day.  And
then once a week I would drive up and help them with some
home repairs.

     "What's the matter, you need some money?  Are you and
Roxanne (Roxy) doing ok...?"  She went on with other
concerned mother questions.

     "Actually none of those.  Do you still have my room
empty?"

     "Why yes.  Anything wrong with your house, was there a
fire?"

     "No, everything is ok.  I actually need to find a room
for someone that I'm helping out.  I'm thirty minutes out,
so I'll meet you then."

     I pulled into my parents' driveway, and saw them
standing outside on the front porch.  I told Bryan what was
going to happen, and he seemed happy.  He was more amazed at
the rather large yard that they owned.  We stepped out of
the truck, and I carried his duffel bag, and introduced him
to my parents.  We walked into the house, and I showed him
to my old room.  It was freaky how it was kept the same,
since my last time sleeping in here, almost three years ago.
I showed him my computer, and I turned on the tv for him.  I
left him alone, and then talked to my parents.  My mom was
rather excited to have a kid in the house; oh how she wanted
a grandchild.  I explained how I found him, and that he was
made to clean the old mans house, and that he really hasn't
talked to anyone except for the old man, in almost three
years.

     It was now late in the evening, and I continued to talk
to Bryan, in my old room.  I showed him some computer games,
and put in some dvds.  My parents made a big meal, and he
ate almost the entire meal by himself.  He became tired, and
I showed him back to the bedroom.  I fished out some clean
boxers and a clean shirt out of his bag.  He stood next to
me and undressed, all 80 lbs and five feet of him.  He
tossed his clothes onto the floor, and leaned over the bed
to get his clean clothes.  He sat on the side of the bed,
slid his boxers on one leg at a time.  He was totally
hairless, except for the hair on this head.  His little dick
was two inches soft, and sat above two gumball balls.  He
smiled at me, just before he covered up his private area.  I
told him that I would meet up with him in the morning, and I
leaned down and kissed him on his forehead.  He laid his
head down on the pillow, and the looked at me.

     "Can I go with you tomorrow?"

     "I'll be back in the morning, and I'll see what
happens."  I left and turned off the lights.  I told my
parents that my cell would me turned on, and that I would be
back at 7AM.  My mother said that she would have breakfast
ready.  I told her that maybe we should go out to eat,
saying that putting him back in public might be better.  She
agreed, and said that everything would be ok.  I got back
into my SUV and drove back home.  It is an hour drive from
my house to my parents, and at this late of a time, there
was no traffic on the expressway.  I thought about, what was
going to happen to Bryan, and then thought about Andy's
brothers.  How was I going to do this drug bust on the
schools?  I pulled into my driveway, and hit the garage door
opener.  I stepped into my house, and kicked off my shoes.
I walked into the living room, and sat down.  What a fucking
day this was.  The next thing I knew, my cell was going off.
I looked at my watch; 515AM.

     "Avery, this is your mother.  Just wanted to let you
know that Bryan is already up and around."  I told her that
I was on my way.  I quickly got around, and I was on my way.
We decided to go to a sit down restaurant; a place known for
their sausage on the farm.  Bryan was excited, as he
couldn't remember the last time he went out to a restaurant.
We sat down, and looked at the menus.  Just then our waiter
came to our table.  He was probably 17, curly brown hair,
with blonde highlights.  He looked like a swimmer, as his
dress shirt clung to his buff chest.  After each sentence,
he smiled and flashed his white teeth.  He took our orders,
and walked away.  Bryan leaned over, and whispered into my
ear.

     "Did you see his ass?  Damn that was one fine boy."

     "What the fu...."  I said that a little loud, and my
parents looked at me.  I told them that Bryan had to go to
the bathroom, and that we would be right back.  I took him,
into the mens room, and set him on the sink.

     "What was that comment about?"  I stood against the
wall.

     "When I was in school, a couple of the older boys,
would meet up with me after school.  Sometimes, we would go
to my house, other time we would go to theirs.  They would
pay me $20 and they would have me suck them, or they would
stick their dicks up my ass.  My parents thought I was
working as a yard boy, so I could buy video games."  I was
now taken back by his statement.  Here, this innocent boy
was letting people fuck him at the age of nine.

     "How did you start to do this?"

     "My next door neighbor, Ryan.  He was seventeen, and
would mow our lawn.  One day, he came in to get a drink of
water, while my parents were away.  While he was in the
kitchen, he took his shirt off, showing off his slim
quarterback body.  He saw me looking at him, and he told me
to come closer.  He lifted me up, on set me on the counter.
He picked up my hand and placed it on his nipple.  It was by
second nature, and started to play with it.  With his free
hand, he unzipped his shorts, and dropped them down towards
his ankles.  He took off my shirt and then pulled down my
pants and whitey tighties.  I sat there bare assed as he
started to rub his hard dick onto my thigh.  I reached down
and started to play with it, as he started to kiss me on my
neck and face.  He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs
around his waist.  His hard seven inches, was riding in my
ass crack, as he laid me on the living room sofa.  He lifted
my legs in the air, as I felt his hot tounge travel its way
along my entire ass crack, and stopped at my hole.  I
started to scream in delight, as he started to probe his
tounge into me.  He flicked his tongue a few times, and then
inserted a finger.  He started to slide it in and out, as he
opened his mouth and swallowed my dick and balls.  He would
swirl his tongue the base of my dick and started to bite,
very softly my balls.  After a while, he had his middle
three fingers in my now stretched ass.  He looked me in the
eye, and smiled as he placed my legs on his shoulders.  He
eased me closer to him, and I could feel his fingers leave
me, then felt something take its place.  I could feel it
slide in me, and then I felt something tickle my ass, it was
his pubic hairs.  He pushed it all the way in, and then
slowly eased it out.  I remember seeing a video that my
parents had left in the vcr of a man doing this exact same
thing to a girl.  I started to moan, as he feed me his
fingers.  I could taste the slim that was on his fingers,
which came from my ass.  I was in heaven, as I felt every
inch fill my boyhole.
     After about three minutes, of his hot dick in my ass he
took it out and started to stroke it.  I looked at it,
straight on as I saw his slit open and a blast of white goo
land on my chest.  A second on hit me by my bellybutton, and
a third one trailed out and landed on my dick.  He looked
down at me, and smiled.  He leaned down, and swallowed my
dick again.  This time he kept on sucking.  I felt some
strange feeling as I started to curl my toes.  I stiffened
my back and I started to scream, I felt his huge jolt come
over me as I started to buck my hips up.  Ryan withdrew my
dick from his mouth, and started to smear his cum shots over
me.  From that day on, whenever his parents or mine would
leave, we would meet up and he would with fuck me or show me
how to suck a dick.
     The best days were Fridays, when he would be pumped up
for his football game.  He would ask my parents if I could
go with him to the game, and he would take me into the
locker game.  In there would be some of the hottest boys I
have ever seen, some would only be wearing their spandex
pants, some would wear a towel, and a few would be wearing
their jock straps.  He would lead me into of the bathroom
stalls, and have me suck him off.  He would have me stop
short of making him cum, saying that he played better horny,
and he did.  After the game, he would bring me back into the
locker room, and sit me outside the shower room.  I watched
as the buff teenage boys, walked past as their packages
swayed when they worked.  At the end of the regular season
they had a perfect record, thanks in part to Ryan.  As they
made it through the playoffs, him and I spent more time
together, when he got the best idea; if I could make him
perform better by giving him a hand or blow job before the
game, when if I did it to the entire team?  So before the
big game, he would bring in a football player into the
bathroom stall that I was in, and I suck them to the brink
of cumming.  When Ryan would hear them start to moan in
response to them about to blow their wad, he would pull them
away from me, slap them on their bare ass and send them onto
the field.  I must have had 30 dicks in my mouth, and not
one drop of cum.  You should have seen some of those dicks;
some were long and skinny; somewhere short and fat.  Some no
bigger than mine, at the time but the best one was Ryan's.
His smelled and tasted the best, and of course, when I
sucked his cock I played with it a lot more than the rest

     .  They won that game 72 - 0, and after the game, they
set me in the middle of the shower room, and jacked their
cocks over top of me and sprayed me with their cum.  I must
have been hit with at least one hundreds shots of cum over
my naked body, most of the guys aimed for my nose and mouth.
After they were all finished, they turned on the showers and
washed away the games sweat.  Ryan picked me up off the
floor, and held me to his chest as I wrapped my feet around
his waist.  As the other players were soaping up, Ryan and I
gave them a free show, as he soaped up his cock and shoved
it in my hole.  My fun continued with Ryan even after the
football season, cause then he joined the rugby team, but
that's another story."  He shifted his weight, as he had to
adjust his hardon I looked at my watch, we were in the
bathroom for ten minutes.

     "Well, that's some story.  Well, as long as you are ok
with all that, and you were not hurt, then I guess there's
no harm done.  Ok, lets go eat our breakfast."  I opened up
the door, and he jumped down and as he was about to pass in
front of me, he tugged on my dick, and then ran to the
table.  He ate his entire plate, before the other three of
us got through half of ours.  I waved for the waiter to come
back and Bryan ordered another plate.  Bryan never kept his
eyes off of the waiter and watched as he walked away, and
headed into the bathroom.

     "I need to go to the bathroom again."  He stood up and
walked towards the now closing bathroom door.  As he walked
in he saw that waiter standing next to the urinal, holding
his dick while a stream of piss was hitting the urinal cake.
Bryan walked behind him, put his arms around the boy's
waist, and placed his hands on the beefy dick.  The waiter
was a little startled, and then looked down to see the
little hands holding his dick as piss still streamed out.
As the waiter finished up, Bryan gave it a couple of shakes
as the last drop of piss fell out.  The waiter turned around
to face Bryan, as his dick came within a few inches of
Bryan's neck.

     "Name's Mike."  He extended out his hand.

     "Name is Bryan, but people just call me `Kid'."  He
extended out his hand, but instead of shaking Mike's hand he
took his cock in his hand and shook that instead.

     "How are you, Kid?"  He kept one eye on the door and
one eye on this little demi-god boy.

     "Twelve.  My birthday was just a month ago.  How old
are you?"  He started to stroke the tanned half hard cock.

     "Seventeen.  So I guess that means if we get caught,
then we won't get in trouble."

     "Oh, no need to worry about that.  That man that I'm
with, he's FBI.  He's got the gun and badge.  Besides he
knows what I like."  Mike seemed a little scared when he was
told that there was an FBI agent, not more that thirty feet
from the door.  He didn't seem to care, though, when he a
tug on his dick led him to follow the little boy in the last
stall.  Bryan unbuckled Mike's belt and tugged down his
chino pants.  Bryan laughed when, he saw the kind of boxers
that he was wearing; they were A&F boxers, blue and had a
print of a pin up girl on them.  Mike, lifted up his dress
shirt and apron to give the kid full access to his private
area.  He had kept his chest shaved to help reduce friction
from the water.  His pubic hair was also trimmed into a nice
little V patch above his cock, and he kept his balls totally
hairless.  Bryan sat down on the toilet seat and started to
lick the underside of his waiters seven-inch long, four-inch
diameter cock.  He would circle his tongue around the head
of the dick and then go and lick the other side.  Just then
the heard the door open, and in a panic Mike sat down on
Bryan's lap.  Bryan started to laugh, and put his mouth up
to Mike's back to muffle the sounds.  The man went to the
stall next to them, and dropped his pants down towards his
ankles.  Bryan regained control, and started to give Mike a
hand job.  His cock was still wet from the spit and precum
that was in his mouth, while he was stroking his cock, Mike
began to moan.

     "You ok, in there?"  The man asked as he taped on the
metal divider.

     `Um, yeah...uh....you know that
sausage...urghhhhhh....has a mind of its own."  Bryan
started to laugh again.

     "You know what I find helps?"  The man next door
started to give advice.  "Think of some beautiful girl,
standing in front of you give you the best blow job in the
world.  I tell you what if that doesn't make you shit, so
you can stand up and fuck here then I don't know what else
will get that turd out of you."  The man then stood up,
pulled some toilet paper, pulled up his pants, flushed and
left the room.

     Just as the door shut, Mike hit his peek and big wads
of cum, shot up in the air.  Luckily they three of the four
landed in his boxers that were around his ankles, will the
fourth one ran down his mushroom head and rolled onto
Bryan's fingers.  Mike stood up and lifted his pants and
boxers and zipped his pants.  He could feel the three cum
shots, around his thighs.  Bryan took the cum filled hand
and dipped the three fingers into his mouth to savor the
salty taste.

     "Uhhmmm, you have some tasty cum there.  I whished I
could get some more."  Bryan stood up and checked to make
sure he wasn't unzipped or anything.

     "Well, maybe I could give you some more later on."
Mike smiled, flashing those perfect teeth.

     "I don't know, I don't think Agent Douglas would let me
stay here, so I could suck you again."

     "Well, Kid I'll think of something."  Bryan rubbed his
hand through the kid's moppy hair, messing it up.  Mike
walked out first, looking around to see if there was anyone
watching for him as he came out.  A couple of seconds later,
Bryan came out and sat back down.

     "What happened did you fall in?"  I asked, as I all
ready knew the answer.

     "What would you say, if I did?"  My parents started to
laugh, as they said that I used that line on them growing
up.  Just then our waiter Mike appeared.

     "I just wanted to let you know, that he have some
dessert that we are going to give away, since we did not
sell it last night.  Would any of you care for some free
desert?"  Mike smiled down at Bryan, as he realized how he
was going to get some more cum from the waiter.  We told him
what we wanted, and within a few short minutes he brought it
out to us.  I got some Strawberry pie, my parents both got a
slice of apple pie, and Bryan got this huge plate.  It in
middle of the plate, was a rather thick slice of chocolate
pie, on both sides was two big scoops of ice cream and on
the top was some whipped cream.  We all ate our first bit
when Bryan smiled and said.

     "This is good, but I think the whipped cream is a
little warm.  It has a sweet taste to it."  Holy shit, I
thought.  Our waiter just blew a load over this kids
chocolate a lo mode`.   We finished out breakfast, and Mike
came back and left us the bill.  My father and I fought over
who would pay for it.  He ripped it out oh is hand.  That's
when I used a little of old people wisdom.

     "Wait, dad.  If you let me pay for this, I can turn in
the receipt and write it off as a business meal."  Well,
that solved that as my parents thought I would get my money
back.  We all sat up, and we went to counter to pay for our
meal.  Bryan tugged me on my on the side of my pants and
whispered in my ear.

     "How much of a tip did you leave him?"

     "I left him five bucks.  Why?"  I whispered back to
him.

     "Could you leave him a larger tip?  He did make my
dessert extra special."  I nodded ok, and handed him my
wallet, after I took out my black American Express card.  I
saw Bryan walk back to the table and pull out several bills.
Just then Mike walked towards him and handed him a pen.  He
wrote down something and they both smiled.  In a matter of
minutes Bryan was back at my side.  The four of us walked
outside, and I talked to my parents telling him that I was
going to take him with me for the day, and try and find
someone he could stay with, on a somewhat permanent basis.
I thanked my parents for helping them out.  I pulled onto
the northbound lane of the expressway, and told Bryan that
we were heading back to his hometown.  My cell rang, and I
pressed the speaker button on my console.

     "Hello, Agent Avery Douglas."

     "Hey, Av, this is Kevin.  How's it going?"

     "Everything is going good.  Have you heard from your
brother?"

     "I have not, that's why I'm calling.  Just wanted to
know if you have heard or seen anything yet, on the
whereabouts of Chris?"  Shit!  I forgot about coming up with
a cover story for Chris.  Aw, screw it; I'll have to wing
it.

     "Sorry to say, but I haven't.  I did talk to Sean and
he gave me a couple places that he might be at.  During my
search, I actually got called into `the' office.  Doing some
sort of bust, coming up within the month."  I just lied to
my best friend, and then changed the subject.

     "No shit.  Hope it's nothing to serious.  Hope nothing
bad happens.  I can't lose a friend, like you to some
asshole with a gun."  This was a weird friendship; we never
actually referred to each other as best friends, but
everyone said we were.  We could go and not talk to each
other for two weeks and then out of the blue, one of us
would call.  And if one of us did call, we would each drop
whatever plans to go grab a drink or a meal.

     "I hope nothing goes wrong, and I don't think there
will be any shooting.  The early info we have says that we
will have a size advantage on them.  I do though have to
meet up with an informant, so I have to let you go.  I'll
keep you up to date if I hear anything.  Talk to you late
Kevin."

     "Ok, thanks.  Catch you later," And with that we both
hung up the phone.

     "Who was that?"  Bryan looked over at me.

     "You remember Chris?  The guy on the floor above you,
well that was his brother."

     "That hottie has a brother?  Holy shit, I might cum
right now for thinking about that.  How the fuck, did you
find such cute guys as friends?  Cause where ever you found
him at, I want you to take me now."  His hand started to rub
his dick through the chino material of his shorts.  After
thirty minutes of driving we arrived back at the apartment
building.  I showed Bryan Chris' truck, and we headed up the
stairs.  Bryan was excited as I knocked on Chris' door.
Chris opened the door, wearing a pair of Polo boxers, and a
pair of sandals.  His hair was freshly cut, spiked up with a
messed up look and blonde highlights.  He showed us in, and
as soon as I was out of the way, Bryan walked up to Chris
and wrapped his arms around his waist, and placed his mouth
were the base of his dick started.  He finally let go, and
we sat around his kitchen table.

     "Kevin called.  Wanted to know, if I heard from you."

     "Yeah?  What did you say?"  He got up and got us
drinks, as he did Bryan stared at his ass, and then on the
way back, he could see the outline of his monster cock.

     "I told him that I still had a couple of leads, but
that I was a little busy with a job at `the' office."  I can
lie to my best friend, but I can't lie to his brother.  Now
that is messed up.

     "You fucking lied to your best friend?  But why, why
lie for me?"

     "Because I can not call up Kevin, say hey `I found your
brother, he's ok, oh and yeah he likes to fuck little boys!'
How do you think he's going to take that?"  After I finished
that Bryan lifted his head up off the table and had a big o'
smile as he turned towards Chris.

     "You like to have sex, with boys?"  Bryan's eyes
lighted up, and he had a big grin.  He stood up and took off
his shirt, as he started to do some poses in the window
light.  I couldn't believe this; just one day ago I `saved'
this little boy from the grips of a sick old man, and within
the last twenty-four hours he has told him of his high
school boyfriend; he gave a blow job and a hand job to the
waiter and now he is seducing my friends brother.  Bryan
started to rub his hands up and down his chest and sides.

     "How the fuck did you give this up?"  When Chris
finished that sentence, Bryan stopped.

     "...just as quick as it started, I stopped.  I just
didn't care for it anymore.

     "You fucked boys too?"  Bryan was unzipping off his
shorts.

     "Actually, when he was a boy, he fucked boys," Chris
stated.  "He was the `Tom Hanks' of boy gigolos.  At 14, he
could go to a shopping mall, pull down his pants and have
everyone in that mall in a line, waiting to get fucked by
him.  When I first heard, on what you use to do, from Kevin,
I thought that he was just messing with me, but then when
Roxy told me, I couldn't believe it."

     "That was over seven years now.  I have learned from my
past.  I gained a lot of knowledge and influence during that
year.  I earned some mad money, and made some close
friends."

     "Tell me all about this, it sounds like fun.  Do you
think I could do it?"  Bryan was completely nude, and
leaning up against the windowsill, stroking his little
boycock.

     "I will tell you another day.  This is not a story to
tell over cokes."  Bryan walked over to Chris, leaned over
and started to lick his nipples.  Chris picked him up and
threw him onto his bed.  He got up on the bed, and stood
over the boy.  Bryan got on his knees, and unzipped the
Adonis boy's shorts, and tugged them down to his ankles.
There in front of the boys face was a semi erect cock of 8 «
inches of thick meat.  Chris looked down into his eyes,
smiled and with his right hand snapped his fingers, and with
that his cock expanded into its full ten inches.  Bryan
placed his little hands on the top of Chris' firm ass,
leaned in close to smell the older boys cock.  There was a
slight hint of sweat, coming from it, and with a slight
taste from his tongue he could taste it.  This was all he
needed, as precum started to drip from the head of his cock,
onto Bryan's face.  Bryan started to rub his face all over
the dick, and whenever his face caught a beam of light, his
face glistened with a shine.  Bryan slowly opened his mouth,
and started to swallow the huge cock; he mouth was tiny, but
he managed to get eight inches into this mouth and throat,
he tried to get the last two but the back of his throat
prevented it.  So with his mouth full of cock, he started to
withdraw all but the last inch, swirl his tongue around the
head, and then swallow again.  Back and forth this kids head
went, and about every minute he would stop and swallow mix
of spit and precum.  Chris enjoyed the pleasure we was
getting, and looked over at me.  There I was, just staring
out the window; Chris yelled out.

     "Damn it Avery, if you don't get over, I'm going to
bust my nut before I get to this `Kid's' hole."

     "Yeah, Agent.  I wanted to be used by everyone.  You
can show me what you learned."  Bryan took the time to talk,
and then went back to work on the cock in front of him.  And
then as quick as I stopped having sex with minors, I got
back into it.  I stood up, took off my black suit jacket and
slipped off my white dress shirt.  Both Bryan and Chris
stopped and stared at me, looking at my chest and stomach.
I finally realized why; this was the first time that Chris
was going to see me naked, and Bryan was about to see his
first naked man in three years, besides the old fuck.  I
unbuckled my belt/gun holster, and slid my slacks off; all
that was left was by Polo golf boxers.  I slipped my thumbs
under the waistband, and slowly lowered them down.  I kept,
my private region trimmed, as I always had a dislike for
bushy cock hair, and kept my balls totally hairless, I
usually sunbathed on my second floor deck so my hair on my
head and dick had a slight sun bleached tint.  I walked over
to the bed, stood up next to Chris side by side.  Bryan took
my cock in his right hand, and Chris' cock in his left hand
and looked at both of them.

     "They look the same!  They are both fucking huge!"  And
he was right, they were almost identical.  The only main
difference was Chris' dick was tan.  But, Bryan thought
something else separated the two baton sticks; so to see if
he was right, he again swallowed Chris' tool, he took as
much as the could then pulled off; then he moved his head to
line up his mouth and swallowed mine.  While he could get
eight inches of cock from Chris, he could only get deep
throat seven « inches into mine; Bryan pulled off:

     "Your dick is bigger than his."

     "Shit it is!  Longer, by a mere half inch, but mine has
more girth!"  Chris was a little pissed that Bryan said my
dick was bigger; so Chris grabbed his dick and smacked it up
against his little face.  Each time it hit his face, a spurt
of precum would fly into the kid's hair.

     "Ok, guys enough with this cock whipping.  I'm here and
ready, so start your cocks."  Bryan wanted to feel the
twenty plus inches of Chris and I combined.  Bryan adjusted
himself, and got on all fours on the bed.  Chris looked at
me, and I looked at Chris; each in our minds wondered who
was going to go where.  I made the first move, and moved in
front of the `Kids' face, with that I saw I small smile come
from Chris, who moved behind Bryan.  He reached for the box
of condoms on the nightstand, and wrapped it up; hacked up
some spit and smeared it over the latex covered dick, and
slowly inserted into his hole.  It was like watching someone
push an elephant through a keyhole, as inch by inch entered
his tight ass.  I looked on, as Bryan reached with one hand
and started to play with my medium size lemon balls.  I
placed my hands on the head board, and lowered my waist down
a couple of inches to bring my cock directly in line with
Bryan's eager mouth, and with that he wrapped his lips
around my cock.  He didn't have to move his head, as the
weight of Chris fucking him, was making his mouth move back
and forth over my dick.  Chris was taking it easy, as I've
heard him say how he used to fuck hard and painful; but it
was like he had a thing for this boy.  He leaned over and
started to run his tongue all over the boys back, and down
to the start of his butt.  I stared at Chris, as he was
fucking this boy, and tasting this boys skin with this
tongue, I kept on looking at Chris, and every time that I
saw his face I could only picture Kevin.  I smiled at Chris
when his eyes might mine; this was too much for me.  Bryan
continued to work on my pole as he kept on trying to get
every inch into this mouth, trails of spit was leaking out
of the corners of his mouth as moans emerged from him.
Chris was slowly picking up the pace, as he knew Bryan's
tight ass would not last long on his dick.  He was now
ramming the tiny ass that was in front of him, a slight
smacking sound was heard in the room as Chris' balls were
slapping against Bryan's small ass.

     Chris couldn't take anymore and he shoved it into the
kid one last time, and then pulled it out.  He quickly tore
off the condom; and with one full stroke of his hand, he
started to spew cum onto the back of Bryan.  The first shot
was aimed straight at me, and landed right in the middle of
my pecs, two shots hit Bryan in his hair, one wad of cum
landed on the back of his neck and the last five spurts of
cum dotted over his small back.  Chris smiled at me, as if
gloating.  I was not about to be out shown, I did not want
to disappoint Bryan, who was eagerly looking for a hot
lunch.  I pulled Bryan's face off of my cock, and with his
hot breath breathing on my cock, I unloaded two days worth
of sperm.  I aimed my first shot at Chris' face and as in
slow motion the shot could be seen coming out of my cock,
floated in mid air and was laser guided to the left side of
Chris' face.  My second shot was aimed right into Bryan's
mouth, the third shot hit his hair, and the fourth shot hit
Chris on his left thigh along with my fifth.  I pointed my
dick down, towards Bryan's back and unloaded shots six
through ten onto his back mixing in with Chris' shots.

     Bryan stared at me and smiled, I looked across and saw
Chris.  He was drop dead gorgeous, as small sweat beads
covered his body.  We both kept our hardons as we started to
stand up and get off of the bed.  I walked into the kitchen,
to get a glass of water for the three of us.  Bryan was
still on the bed, but was now lying down on his stomach; I
turned on the TV and started to watch ESPN to find out the
hockey scores.

     "You like hockey?"  Bryan turned his head to look at
the screen.

     "Yep.  Hockey is my favorite sport.  You ever watch
it?"  I sat down in the chair, and started to drink the ice-
cold water.  I heard Chris turn on the shower in the
bathroom.

     "I use to play it.  I use to play for the Blazers, but
when my parents died I had to give it up, when I moved in
with the old man.  Who's your favorite team?"

     "The Detroit Red Wings!  Do you think they will win the
cup this year?"

     "I hope so.  No team from the south deserves to win,
hockey is a cold sport."

     "You ever think about getting back into hockey?"  I
just got done having sex with this kid, but yet I really
knew nothing about him.

     "I wish I could, those were the best days I ever had."

     "Well, we will see what can be done."

     I was glued to the TV as the highlights of the Wings-
Avs series were flashing on the screen; I looked over at
Bryan who seemed to be taking a short nap on the bed.  The
wads of cum were still on his back, but they were starting
to turn into a runny substance as the heat of his body was
making the sperm to form a puddle just above his butt.  As I
was watching, I heard my cell ring, so I stood up with a
raging hardon and fished my phone out of my pants.  I looked
at the caller id; shit it was the office.

     "Agent Douglas."

     "Douglas, this is Matthews."  Matthews, was the special
agent in charge of his operation.  "How are your
surveillances going?  We have a separate project for you
also, to help coincide with Operation Recess."

     "Operation Recess?  What a cheesy name.  Ok, so what's
the new agenda?"  I was almost certain that Special Agent
Smits had coined the name.

     "We need to gain an informant, in at least one of the
schools.  Your job is to gain the advice of the informant to
get on the inside.  Understood?"

     "Sir, you want me to have a kid as an informant?"

     "Agent, I don't care if you get a kid, teacher or a bus
driver.  You get an informant and you drain any and all
information from him."

     And with that he hung up the phone, and I flipped
closed my cell.  I looked at Bryan sleeping on the bed, and
I just realized that I had just found my informant.  True, I
would possibly be putting him in danger, but I was sure that
I could trust him.  I could also use the four brothers, but
Bryan would be the main kid.

     "Cute kid, isn't he?"  Chris stood outside of the
bathroom, with a white towel around his waist.  Water was
still dripping off from his hair.

     "Yes he is.  I just don't know what is going to happen
to him?  I mean eventually the Department of Family Services
will be called in, and they he will be put him in another
foster home."

     "Why don't you take him?  You have that fucking huge
house that you only use one floor, you are a fucking
millionaire but yet you still work!!"

     "What would Roxy say?  I just can't bring him home and
then say to Roxy, `oh by the way here's my adopted son.'

     "Please, she would enjoy that, besides she's never
going to get pregnant if she keeps on taking your loads in
her mouth."

     I acted like I didn't want to take him, but deep down I
would have given up everything to keep Bryan.  I sat back
down, in the chair while Chris walked over to the bed and
lay down next to Bryan.  He parted his towel so that he dick
could stick straight out and air dry.  Bryan started to
wake, when he felt Chris on the bed so he moved closer to
him and rested his head on Chris' wet torso.  What a sight I
was looking at, two naked kids lying on the bed; one
dripping with water the other had his back covered in cum.
Chris seemed to enjoy have Bryan next to him, so he reached
out his arm and started to rub it along his neck and back,
as he took his right hand and slowly stroked his hard cock.
There came a light knock on Chris' apartment door, and the
door creped open.

     "Chris?  Can I come in?"  Just then I saw who was
speaking, it was Danny.

     "Doors open, I have company though."  Chris didn't
move, as one hand still twirled on Bryan's back and his
other still stroking his dick.  I moved my glass of water
down towards my hard dick; so I could somewhat cover it up.
Danny walked in; he was wearing some sandals, and a pair of
frayed cargo shorts.  His upper body was well tanned, as
probably from many days in the early summer of playing
outside.  He looked at me, and then his eyes traveled all
the way down till his eyes started to bug out.  He turned
around and looked at Chris, and what his hands were doing.

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     Ok, so ends chapter two.  I know it was a little long,
but I had to get in some of my past and Bryan's past in to
make the stories flow.  Again, if you have any comments or
questions send them to CupDrinker@aol.com.