Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 08:35:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brazen Brothers

I actually had a dream about these two boys. In it there were some five
episodes where they groped my crotch through my shorts just as I describe
in the story. The groping were progressive in duration and brazenness
until the last part of the dream where I simply lay still while one of
them put his hand up the leg of my shorts and felt my stuff while the
other one watched. It never went farther than that but I did wake up with
a tremendous hard on and immediately began writing this story. Well,
almost immediately. Hope you like it.
Hugs
Tag_m

I had leased the two bedroom cottage for the three months that I was on
"sick leave" and vacation. I'd Chosen Costa Rica for a variety of
reasons, none of which I'm going to go into other than the fact that I
was considering retiring there. Granted that long awaited time wasn't for
another fifteen years or so but if I could make it happen I would be
retiring a good ten years short of the usual retirement age in the U.S.
I'd been looking at the country since I was a teen because of a school
mate in eight grade who had moved from there. The stories he told about
the weather, beaches, the jungle, the animals and everything else sparked
my teenage imagination and desires and I'd had a fixation on it from then
on.

I had gotten wind of a house from a co-worker who had a friend who had a
friend sort of deal. A phone call or two were made. The initial house
wasn't available but apparently another one in the area was and would I
be interested even though it was at least four miles outside of Jaco
where the other house was. The second house was actually a two bedroom
cottage that was just off of a much larger estate villa and as it turned
out it wasn't much but it was clean and the degree of bugs seemed to be
at a minimum. I wasn't a huge bug fan but if I was planning on living in
a tropical country I knew I'd best get used to them.

My landlady was an elderly woman, although she looked older than her
actual sixty one years. The cottage had been occupied until recently by
her daughter, son-in-law and their two boys until they had moved to San
Jose to find decent work, not an uncommon decision in that area. Andrea,
pronounced Ahn-dray-ah with the emphasis on the middle part, was the
landlady's name. She told me her grandsons would be returning to stay
with her for a while as their parents were apparently having some
difficulties finding suitable housing. She was fine with that as the boys
were the shining light in her life, the son-in-law quite a bit dimmer.

The main house was quite large having been the living quarters for the
owner of what been the largest farm for miles around for over a hundred
years. Andrea and her husband had inherited the place from her father
twenty years before but by then it was in decline and when her husband
passed away some five years before things had gotten worse. Over the
years chunks of the property had been sold off so by the time I got there
it was only a paltry three thousand four hundred and sixty three acres in
size. Originally it had been over eight thousand acres.

A typical hacienda, its original two storied whitewashed fa‡ade was now a
mess of muddy brown, almost a burnt sienna. The same was true for the
eight foot high walls that bordered the four acres that the house sat on.
The gardens inside the walled compound were fairly well over run except
for a vegetable garden. There were garden pools whose water was long gone
and a cracked swimming pool in no better condition. Chickens ran wild but
were tame enough for one to be caught from time to time to grace Andrea's
dinner table. Said dinner table, actually a long table with a bench
against one wall and a few chairs on the outside of it, sat in a corner
in the huge kitchen. A more formal dining room with a table that sat
sixteen hadn't been used in years.

I said the kitchen was huge and it was but really, everything about the
hacienda was huge including the seven bedrooms on the second floor, some
of which offered a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean barely a quarter
mile away. The house had plenty of open space with lots of large easy to
open windows as well as verandas, and tile flooring to help facilitate
coolness. The house was filled with antiques that mixed well with items
that had been home made a hundred years before. I fell in love with the
place and Andrea almost immediately.

From Andrea I learned the local history and the fact that her great-great
grandfather had come there from Spain when he was barely sixteen. With a
bit of a blush she told me that hard work coupled with brutish behavior
had earned him the property along with an unsavory reputation and for a
century anyone within five hundred miles knew of the villa la Joya del
pacifico-The Jewel of the Pacific, which was the name of the estate.  A
great deal of the property was now jungle but originally it had yielded
an income from fruit, coffee and cattle but had begun to fall into
disrepair shortly after world war I and gone downhill ever since. There
had been some money in the local bank but that was dwindling at a rapid
pace which was why she was renting the cottage. She didn't want to have
to sell off the property even though she had received some offers that
would have made her a millionaire many times over.  Part of the reason
her daughter moved was because her husband was seriously discouraged that
his mother in law had turned down such glorious offers. There were other
reasons and frankly she didn't like him at all.

"He is a rather lazy bum so he saw the money as a way for him to not work
the rest of his life. Well, phooey on that," she'd told me with a snort.

I spent the first few days exploring the property which of course was
mostly jungle. There was a medium sized river on the property which
provided the water for the house as well as a beautiful waterfall and
grotto less than a mile from the house. There were a couple of creeks as
well. Among other things there was also a good 2 miles or more of
unsullied, unused and very private beach.

I drove into Jaco, a town of about 5-6,000 people unless it was spring
break and the population swelled considerably. Apparently Jaco is THE hot
spot for a wild time in Costa Rica. I would be eschewing the night life.
I did a little exploration further down the coast, thankful that I'd had
the foresight to rent a four wheel drive vehicle. Hell the road from the
villa to Jaco itself was no prize. On Saturday I took Andrea into town to
shop for food and was amazed at how far a hundred dollar bill could go,
at least at the ferias, the Latin version of a Saturday farmers market.
That was where we picked up the staples of fruits, vegetables and beans.
The supermarkets were much more expensive. My landlady was a bit outraged
when I insisted on paying the bill but she was a hell of a cook and I was
eating in style so I didn't mind. Had I known just what "a dwindling bank
account" meant to her I would have let her pick up the tab.without a
second thought.

While I had read about it, on my own I discovered that the area was
excellent for all manner of outdoor activities from surfing to hiking.
There was a national park within easy driving distance as well as a
nature preserve. Even though there were plenty of hotels and touristy
type businesses I felt the germination of an idea in the back of my head.
I needed to think it through a little, or a lot, before I went any
further with it.

At the end of my first week I hiked down to the beach for a swim and
since there wasn't a soul for miles I went skinny dipping. I'd done my
share of nude beaches and loved the freedom of wandering about
unencumbered by clothing. Andrea had packed me a lunch so I was down
there most of the day alternating between swimming, sunning, and dozing
in the shade along side of a softly babbling stream.

I was dreaming about lord knows what when giggling touched the edge of my
semi-consciousness. I opened my eyes to see two boys standing about ten
feet in front of my spread open legs and all but staring at my crotch.
Both were wearing shorts, t-shirts and leather sandals, none of the
clothing new but not tattered either.

"Oh, he's mucho grande," the smallest of them said and I quickly grabbed
my shorts and held them against my crotch.

"You are Senor Greg?" the oldest looking of the two asked in accented but
understandable English. I nodded my head and sat up, my nuts resting on
the soft sand.

"I am Javier and this," he said pointing to the younger boy whose beaming
smile battled with the tropical sun for brightness, "is my brother
Angelo. We are senorita Andrea's grandsons." I nodded my head and
extended my hand which both boys took in turn. Angelo seemed a little
excited about seeing me naked for his hand crept to his crotch and
massaged it a bit, the cute young thing unselfconscious about what he was
doing.

We sort of just stared at each other a moment then I said I should get
dressed. I stood up and turned away, keeping my front covered, then
started to put my shorts on.

"Sand Senor," Angelo said so I stopped what I was doing to reach behind
myself and brush the sand off my ass and then my balls and started to
pull my shorts up.

"Wait Senor," Angelo said and I felt his hand brush against my lower back
just above my butt crack as well as my back. "There," he said and I went
about getting myself covered up.

"So," I said, turning back toward them, "sorry about that. I wasn't
expecting visitors."

"That's alright Senor, we swim like that too," Javier informed me, Angelo
nodding his head in agreement. That I would have loved to see. Both boys
were strikingly cute, large dark eyes and crystal white teeth the
dominating features on their smooth brown skin. Their pitch black hair
was thick, slightly long and unruly. Eyelashes and brows of equal
thickness and color matched their hair, the lashes also long and
luxurious. Angelo looked to be about ten, Javier twelve or maybe
thirteen. On closer inspection I could see that the older boy had a very
light smattering of hair starting to sprout on his upper lip which of
course led me to believe that he was experiencing a similar growth in the
basement and boy did I want to pay a visit to the basement.

I was a gay man and a lover of boys. When I say a lover of boys I mean I
loved boys but my experiences were mostly limited to men, except of
course when I was a boy. Actually my first experience had been at
fourteen with my Costa Rican friend Carlos. He had initiated, I had
followed along in an "I'll show you mine" sort of vignette. We'd both
gotten hard which led to a jack off session. I was fascinated by his cock
for of course he was uncut whereas my wrapper had been taken at birth.
The first time we'd jacked each other off I had taken the time to fully
examine how his foreskin worked, wishing that I still had mine. Carlos
was a shooter whereas I caught some air only once in awhile. I loved
watching him cum, his sperm often arcing out to land at his nipples, the
white of his juices a contrast to his darker skin.

Carlos showed me everything about boy sex. The first time he sucked my
cock I thought I was gonna die on the spot. He told me he loved my dick
because it was nice and big and fat, which I already knew because of my
gym class showers. I wasn't the biggest in my gym class of thirty boys
but I was in the top three or four. Carlos was a nice five and half
inches and his cock fit into my mouth very nicely. I loved sucking
Carlos' cock, loved playing with his smooth balls as he shot his warm
sperm into my mouth.

Carlos confided in me that he had learned a lot of his stuff on the
streets of San Jose where tourists paid boys and girls for sex. It was
quite common actually and helped put food on the family table. He said
that he could make a couple hundred American dollars a week letting men
suck his cock and even more if he let them fuck him, which he didn't do
very much. When he was twelve he lost his virginity to a man and his
wife, the man watching as the boy fucked his wife then she watching her
husband fuck Carlos. The husband and wife fucked each other while Carlos
had fucked a ten year old boy right along side of them. He said he made
quite a bit of money those two days.

The first time Carlos fucked me I was hooked. I loved the feel of his
warm soft body against mine. I loved the feel of his body moving against
me, him driving his hard young cock into my tight little butt hole, his
balls whacking against my butt. I loved making him cum inside of me, his
soft grunts and groans making me cum along with him. Of course I fucked
Carlos too and enjoyed every minute of it. I had lived on a farm outside
of town so my brown skinned friend and I spent hours in the hay loft
rolling around and playing sexy with each other. I was really sad when
his family moved back to Costa Rica when we were sixteen.

I'd had plenty of experiences with other boys as well, sometimes Carlos
and I initiating boys into our little circle of sex friends. When I moved
off to college my experiences were generally with other students but from
time to time I managed to get a teenage boy into my bed, or me into his.
Had I a choice, my partners would always be boys but that wasn't
practical for me.

Angelo and Javier chattered away with me as we walked the quarter mile
back to the house, Angelo doing most of the talking. Along the way Angelo
had to pee so stopped and dropped his shorts then stood with his hands on
his hips and let fly into the bushes not caring that I saw his little
brown uncut cocklet. I had never been with or been attracted to pre
teens, preferring my boys to have hair and to be able to sperm, however
the boy was a little hottie and while I didn't entertain any ideas of
fucking him sucking his cock was certainly an option I began to consider.
Still I would have preferred to get Javier naked and have my way with
him. The boy was adorably cute and seemed like a sweetheart.

Back at the house Angelo had to inform his grandmother that they had
found me asleep and naked on the beach. I was mortified but Andr‚a simply
laughed.

"All the boys and the men in family have done that, run naked on the
beach. In fact that diablillo peque¤o-  little imp," she said indicating
Angelo, still runs naked around the house sometimes, or did before he
moved away.

"I will still abuela, I bet senor Greg won't mind." He shot me another
beaming smile and I informed them all that it was their house and they
could do as they pleased.

After that first day the boys went with me wherever I went and Angelo
would have followed me into the bathroom had I let him. We got to know
each other pretty well and seemed to become fast friends within days.
Andrea told me in private that the boys liked me a lot and she heartily
approved of the relationship since their father wasn't a very good role
model or even that much of a father. With the boy's help I began to clean
the place up, starting with the lawns and gardens. An out building
contained all the needed tools including an old but workable power mower.
Once the boy's were set to a task I began doing some of the more pressing
repairs around the house.

My father, like his father and probably his father before him, had been
one of those men who seemed to know how to do everything and from the
time I could walk he included me in everything about the farm including
building and repairing. A hundred year old, eighty five acre dairy farm
required continual upkeep so because of that experience I could do most
everything but build a house from the ground up and even that I could
probably manage. In fact I had worked my way through college doing minor
repairs and other handyman things for people.

Three weeks after I arrived I was sitting with Andr‚a on the veranda and
enjoying the sunset with a glass of wine. Angelo had come and sat on my
lap for awhile until he began to drift off and his grandmother suggest he
go up to bed. The little boy crawled off my lap then gave me a tight hug
and a kiss on the lips before repeating the act with Andr‚a and heading
upstairs.

"He thinks the world of you Greg," she said after Angelo had left. I told
her that I felt the same about the boys and her too.

"In such a short time you've become like family Greg," she said quietly.
"You've done so much here even though you're supposed to be on vacation.
The place looks so much better. I think the boys and I both would be
pleased if you would move into the house with us." I raised my eyebrow at
that then asked about the rental agreement which she said was already
paid for in the work that I'd done for her. Honestly I hadn't been paying
her that much and she was cooking all my meals besides.

"But the money Andr‚a, you need it." She shushed me off with a wave of
the hand and said it wasn't all that bad besides if she rented it to me
she could just as easily rent it to someone else. That gave me the
opening for what I'd been considering the past two weeks. I had already
shared with her my overall plan to eventually retire to the area.

"Look, I've been thinking. If you want to generate an income you could
turn the house into something like a bed and breakfast or small private
hotel." She understood the latter but not the former so I explained. She
said she couldn't imagine that anyone would want to stay so far in the
country and I countered with,

"You would be amazed at the number of people who want this sort of peace
and quiet and are willing to pay handsomely for it. You've got miles of
private beach, you're close to the Park and Jaco and you're an incredible
cook. I know exactly how to market it. Believe me it would work." She
blushed at the compliment but I could see she was pleased and interested.

"It wouldn't take that much money to make the place presentable. I can do
most if not all the work and
it doesn't have to look like the Marriot in fact it's better if it
doesn't. Over time we can make all kinds of different improvements." I
had some ideas for that as well but didn't want to overwhelm her.

"But you're not going to be here that long Greg. I don't know how to do
something like that."

"Well that's part of it Andr‚a. I would stay here in Costa Rica, not go
back to the States."

In fact I could do just that. I'd had a very good paying job in the dot
com business for the past ten or so years and my cost of living had been
kept purposely low in the advent of retiring early and moving south. I'd
inherited the farm from my parents when they passed away and they had
owned it free and clear. When the town began it's expansion to create a
little suburb developers wanted my property and paid me well for it. All
in all I had three hundred thousand in the bank along with a substantial
retirement plan, my debt was minimal, the biggest part being my condo in
Belltown which I could keep and lease or sell as I saw fit. I had a
degree and a job in marketing and my first job after graduation from
college had been in the travel industry. I was quite confident that I
could make the project fly.

She seemed to consider what I'd said then asked "How much money would it
take and how would we get people to know about the place?" I explained my
background and said,

"Well a basic fix up could be done for about $10-15,000.00 American and
the place would be more than presentable. A really great job would be
about $40-50,000. The better we make it the more we can charge."

"Well that's a lot of money I don't think I could manage that," she said
with a frown." Well, as I found out later she could have afforded it
easily but she had a thing about spending money, was worried about being
broke and destitute so she hoarded. In any case, this was where I had to
tread lightly.

"I know this can work Andr‚a so I'm willing to invest some of my own
money along with the labor. How I get my money back out it you and I will
have to work out but for now I'm not worried about it." She was quiet for
a good two minutes and as she stood up and stretched she said,

"Let me think on this for a bit. Meanwhile why don't you move into the
blue bedroom upstairs tomorrow and see if you can rent out the cottage."
Then she surprised me by stopping on her way by and kissing me gently on
the forehead before leaving the room.

So, the next day I moved into a large airy bedroom with a spectacular
view of the ocean in the distance. Done in various shades of blue it was
better than any hotel I'd ever stayed in and bigger.

The next day was also the first sexual contact from the boys.

As Andr‚a had stated on the first day I met her grandsons, Angelo did
tend to run naked in the house. At nine years old he was still very
unselfconscious about his own nudity and while he didn't go bare all the
time it certainly didn't bother him in the evenings after his bath and
the cute young thing generally went nude in the afternoons when the three
of us went to the beach. Javier on the other hand was much more modest.
At twelve, almost thirteen year old, he always wore shorts or sometimes
his briefs and when we were at the beach he swam in his briefs. Neither
boy owned a swim suit, not because of financial reasons but because they
didn't really need one.

So, in the heat of the day we tromped off to the beach to cool off and
rest. On this day the surf was breaking at about four feet; not real high
but enough to toss you around a little bit. On one of those tumbles all
three of us got tossed in a bundle and it was there, under water in a
mass of arms and legs I felt a hand on my crotch. In and of itself that
might not be unusual, given the circumstances, but this hand stayed there
for a good three or four seconds and actually closed a little bit on my
cock and my balls. One of the boys was feeling me up through my swim
suit. When we came up for air both boys were laughing and Javier was
pulling his underwear back up over his partially exposed butt. I didn't
have a clue who my perpetrator was.

Later we'd rested under the shade of a palm tree and while I dozed
lightly both boys fell sound asleep. I came to and sat up and glanced at
the boy on each side of me. Javier, in a deep sleep, had grown hard and
his cock was pressing against the fabric of his jockey's. From what I
could tell the boy had a respectable dick for his age and had I known him
better I might have taken the liberty of gently feeling him but I didn't.
What I did do was begin to get hard myself. At thirty six I was not
immune to such displays, the fact that the boy was covered making it even
more erotic. I elected to go for a swim then wake the boys up. Needless
to say Javier seemed quite embarrassed by the fact that I saw his arousal
and pulled his shorts on quickly. Either Angelo didn't see his brother's
physical state or he'd seen it before and wasn't curious about it at all.
Well I certainly was.

The next morning we had a similar encounter as I was coming out of the
bathroom. Although there were three bathrooms upstairs only one was in
use. Like the rest of the house and property the plumbing was old so it
was the only bathroom where everything in it worked. I was coming out as
a half awake Javier was on his in. The front of his underwear was tented
out in a typical morning fashion that I couldn't miss and Javier knew I
couldn't miss. His hands went down immediately to cover himself.

"Poor kid" I thought to myself. I doubted that he'd had any kind of
education on such matters so I debated taking on that task. I was sitting
in my underwear in a chair facing the windows and gazing out at the ocean
in the distance when I heard a tentative knock at my open door. I turned
and saw Javier and waved him in.

I watched him approach, admiring his lean brown body. He sat in the chair
opposite me with a serious look on his smooth face. I turned to face him
and of course his eyes went right to the front of my underwear. I
couldn't blame him because my eyes had done the same thing to him.

"Can I ask you a question Greg?" he said. Everyone in the house had
dropped the senor at my request.

"Of course you can Javier, you can always ask me questions, how else
would you learn things?" He had lapsed into Spanish, something he did
when he got serious. I was fluent in the language because of the Mexican
workers my father had employed since before I was born.

"Why does my penis get so hard all the time? It didn't do that before,
when I was little like Angelo. I mean, it did get hard sometimes,
especially if." he stopped and I said,

"If you played with it." He very embarrassed, hid his face and nodded his
head. My heart went out to him.

"It's all a normal part of being a boy and growing up. When you get
older, like you are know, that starts to happen because your body is
maturing, getting ready for you to be an adult and have children." He had
a bit of a perplexed look on his face which made him all the more
adorable.

"You don't know anything about sex, is that right?" He shook his head.

"When boys get to your age their penises start to grow, the same with
their testicles which also start to hang lower. They start to grow hair
down there as well as under their arms and on their face. I'm guessing
that has all started to happen to you." He nodded his head and I went on.

"They also seem to be more sensitive down there and seem to get hard for
no reason and it seems like it happens a lot, along with new and strange
feelings like the kind when you get ready to open a present or
something." He was nodding his head as I spoke." I decided to take a
grand leap.

"Boys also start to masturbate and make sperm." He had a questioning look
on his face so I used the universal gesture and he still didn't get it so
I started asking questions. Yes he'd moved the skin up and down on his
penis when it was hard and it had felt very good but it also started to
tickle so he quit. No he'd never had any stickiness on his penis when he
did that and he'd never woke up with stickiness in his underwear.

I went on to explain the mechanics and reasons behind masturbation along
with the frequency and the fact that boys his age generally did it quite
often and it wasn't unusual for boys to even do it together.  I explained
that men did it as well although nowhere nearly as often as teenage boys
did. Of course he asked if I did and I nodded my head. The he surprised
me and asked if I could show him. I'd never had that request before and
as tempted as I was to peel my underwear off and show him, I didn't.

"Well Javier it sounds like you already know the basics you just have to
keep doing it even though it tickles so much." He nodded his head and
thanked me for explaining it too him and I told him that it was my
pleasure to be able to help and that if he had any more questions to
please ask. He nodded his head as he stood up and started to head toward
the door he changed his mind and came to me and gave me big hug. I hugged
him back, reveling in the warmth and smoothness of his young body. He
broke the hug and kissed me on the lips and left so I watched his tight
little butt move as he walked away, loving the fact that kissing other
males in the family was acceptable in that culture. As soon as he left I
closed the door and jacked off thinking about how much I would have loved
to teach him, to see his naked hard body and maybe even jack him off
myself.

Later that day Javier came to me and told me that he'd done and that it
was wonderful and he wanted to do it again and again. I smiled, ruffled
his hair and told him I understood completely. He said that he was amazed
at the white stuff, the sperm, and how it flew out of his penis and
landed on his belly.

"There wasn't a lot, only a few drops but still it was so much fun."

"I told you so," I told him with a grin.

"Remember when you said that sometimes boys would do it together?" I
nodded my head and he asked why. I went on to explain that boys seemed to
have sexy feeling quite a bit and often talked about sex with one another
which of course often leads to getting hard. Once that happens and a boy
is feeling really sexy he seems willing to experiment with other boys and
jacking off is one of the ways they do that. It tends to enhanced the
overall feeling of sexiness watching another boy while you did it or
having a boy watch you."

Javier seemed to think about that a moment then said, "Would you do it
with me sometime then Greg, masturbate with me I mean?" I should have
seen that coming but I didn't.

"Uhmm, I'm not a teenage boy," I told him. Well of course that didn't
matter in the least to him so I after some back and forth banter I said
I'd think about it and got another hug.

The next day the three of us were tossing a beat up old nerf football
around the yard, which was now beginning to actually look like a yard, at
one side of the house. It was the boys against me and of course the
tackles often ended up in a dog pile which more often than not segued
into a wrestling match. During one of those episodes I felt myself being
groped again and this time the hand was intentionally fondling, gently
squeezing and feeling me up. I was pretty sure it was Javier but of
course I couldn't prove it nor did I care. About ten minutes later I'd
made a dive for Angelo and hooked his pants and we both went down. My arm
was at full extension and I had a fistful of his shorts which had gotten
pulled down along with his briefs exposing butt. The little tyke wasted
no time wriggling out of his clothes and dashing the last few yards to
our ersatz goal line where he tossed the ball on the ground then turned
and undulated and gyrated like any player who just scored a touchdown.
Angelo's movements had a lot more of a sexual overtone, moving his hips
in a hula motion and thrusting his little penis at me in a fucking motion
then turning and sticking his little brown butt out, laughing the entire
time. I must say though the little boy had a more than respectable cock
for a nine year old. When play resumed he elected to stay nude saying he
liked being naked.

"Besides you like to look at my naked body, I know you do, just like
Javier does." I looked to the older boy who actually was blushing while
shaking his head in denial. So I had to be more careful when tackling
Angelo who ended up with the ball more frequently than Javier. On one
play when the older boy did have the ball and I tackled him Angelo piled
on both of us and literally stuck his naked groin in my face. My free arm
automatically when around his waist which only encouraged the boy to push
himself against me. I breathed in, inhaling the equally sweet and musky
fragrance of boy. At the same time I felt a hand at my crotch again and
this time I knew it was Javier. Time seemed to stand still for a good ten
seconds as Javier gently felt me up and Angelo proceeded to get a boner
in my face. I wanted to open my mouth and swallow the boy whole. I could
have stayed there forever and had we stayed there like that I'm not sure
just what would have happened. It was a moot point as we all heard Andr‚a
call out for Angelo.

"Abuela," Angelo said in a tone of voice typical of a boy not wishing to
get caught at whatever he was doing. He rolled off of me at the same time
that Javier's hand moved but not before the older boy could tell that I
too was getting hard. Angelo lay on his back for a moment getting
orientated to where his clothes were. I all but stared at his hard little
dick standing proudly above his flat belly, the nipple of foreskin
extending past his cock head. The kid had to be four and half inches long
and I saw that the boy's balls had started to drop and weren't a crinkled
little bag held close to his body.

As soon as he spied his clothes he was on his feet and running. I looked
toward Javier who's head was not quite bowed down, his hands both
covering his groin. When he stood I could tell that he had gotten hard as
well and when I stood the boy looked right at my crotch, my own arousal
not as noticeable as his.

"I need a drink of water," I said to no one in particular and followed
Angelo's path toward the back door and the kitchen. Javier was following
me but as I turned and held the door for him I saw the boy headed off in
another direction. I decided to follow him, knowing exactly what he was
going to do and wanting like hell to see him doing it. As I followed him
I wondered if that whole thing in the yard had been a set of sorts, if
the boys had maneuvered us all into what had finally taken place.

Javier was headed for a section of the gardens where we'd been busy the
past few days trimming the hedges back to look like hedges and not
hedgerow. There was a small sitting area that was sort of a meditation
garden although I doubted seriously that was the original intent. I moved
quietly on the recently mowed grass and as I neared the spot I slowed
down and tiptoed. I peeked in and saw Javier, his shorts and underwear on
the ground, lying on the concrete bench with one sandaled foot on the
ground on each side. He was situated facing away from me but his arm was
covering his eyes in any case. His other hand was wrapped around his rock
hard cock and pumping away as if it were to be his last jack off. I wish
I could have gotten closer but I didn't dare. Yes the boy wanted me to
jack off with him but I was still reluctant so the best I could do was
feel up my own growing cock and watch the boy love himself from more than
fifteen feet away. I couldn't see much but it appeared as though he was
hung well enough for a twelve year old, I mean after all, his cock was
big enough to wrap a hand around it. I could tell he had a small patch
hair growing but I couldn't tell how much, and of course I couldn't see
his balls. I could however see him as he jacked his cock, covering and
uncovering his cock head. Then his upper body rose up enough to watch
himself cum as his sperm plopped out onto his belly.

He was still stroking as I quietly stepped away then headed back toward
the house, my dick fully swollen inside my shorts. I elected to take a
short detour to another somewhat private area of the gardens and dropped
my shorts and began pounding my own eight and a third inches of solid
hard cock. I tugged on my balls, reveling in the feelings and the soft
smoothness of shaven skin. I fantasized about being with Javier and
Angelo together and when I came I shot a glob of sperm a good foot from
my body, moaning softly as six more jets of cum followed the first one. I
nursed my dick until it stopped then jerked the shaft sharply to fling
off the remaining drops. I stood there panting for a good minute before
wiping the very last oozing of cum and wiping it off then tugged my
clothes back on and adjusting myself before turning around to see Javier
standing there watching me.