Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 02:03:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Markus Berger <mb_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Double Wank - 5

DOUBLE WANK - 5
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Warning: It's for adult readers at legal places only, as it deals with
sexual activities between men and underage boys

Adult-Youth -  t/t, m/t [f/t mentioned]

Double-Wank
by mb_stories 2011

Part 5

Despite it had a railway worker in his forties I barely knew from seeing at
the station standing at the urinal wall, Alex and I didn't care and just
went together into the next stall at the other side and locked, both
grinning.

Not for long though, as we then got serious and searched for each others
mouths and lips and tongues, before I was feeling Alex' hand groping for my
hard tool in my shorts.

"Can I?" he still wanted to know, asking me quietly, when brushing over my
stiff boy cock.

"Wait; just tell me how you need to punish me ... you know, what Tom had
said.

"Uh not now -- it's nothing that would hurt you -- OK? Now can I?" he asked
again.

"No pain then, you've said? Well, yeah ... pleeease," I just whispered to
him, and then felt him cup my balls first, before his fingers run up the
lenght of my hard thin stem, reaching its tip and starting massaging
tenderly the head, whereas I dared without asking to grope what Alex had
between his Sunday trousers clad legs, and my small hand got quite a
handful of pubescent teen junk to grip and squeeze.

It was hard there, very hard, and strong, and huge, and it was a must to
squeeze him again, then did it rhythmically, making him groan lowly, the
harder and faster I pressed.

However, he did not just stand there, getting himself fumbled, but had
started to rub his fingers very expertly, and rapidly, up and down on my
shaft throu the thin shorts, and ...

"Oh gosh -- Alex ... it ... shit, but I ... it comes ... nnnow ... oh
... unnghhhh ...unmmm ... unghhh ..."

"Huh? What? YET? Nooo ... wait for meeeee ... it ... I'm ... toooooo
.... ungggmmm ... oahnnnghhh ... mnnnggggg ... "

Tightly pressed into each other, our naughty hands working between our
crotches we stood there in that not so clean cubicle with nasty sketches
and drawings all over the walls and the door ... it even had some at the
water tank up at the ceiling and on the iron tube that ran down.

All what mattered though was to hold each other as strong as we could, and
since he was even longer and more violent shuddering, overruling my
spasmodic writhing by some seconds, I guessed that he'd shot a huge load,
when we both were calming down, grinning a bit sheepishly first at each
other, before Alex said: "That was a very good one I longtime not had that
way -- thanks, Mark!"

"The same to me, Alex â€" the same! I would like ... uh, can I see
... your spunk?"

"Oh sure, and ... you know, we even could exchange our undies -- if you
want!"

"Oh nooooo ... I mean: Yes, yesssss, but ... damn', I'd messed up after
lunch and then had no clean ones and left without ... see?" I explained,
pulling a bit away from him to show the indeed rather big wet patch it had
just once more at my shorts' front and up to the waistband.

"Shit, what a pity, but hey, you still could take my briefs ... well, if it
wouldn't gross you out, that is ..." he said, with a clear blush in his
face.

"No, no -- how could I since it's from YOU; so I'd like it a lot, actually
..." I had to admit, asking then if I should take off my shorts.

"Yes, let me see what you're walking around there ..." Alex gave back,
looking expectantly at my messy crotch.

I almost squirmed in joy to expose myself for that beautiful teen and quite
teasingly slow opened the button, then zipped carefully down for not
hurting my still or again stiff member with it, who'd stretched its long
and just a bit softened neck quickly when hearing that I should show him,
and then made the upper third to be seen first, before shoving the shorts
more down over my prominent scrotum, then let it fall down to my ankles and
stepped out and stood there in sandals and beige short socks and polo
shirt.

"God -- you are sooo beautiful, with such a big fat nut sac and that long
wiener. I didn't expect you'd be that blessed! Uh, I mean one can see that
you've some junk, but not that you'd be that big there, honestly ... and it
has still spunk on it ... I ... just let me ..." he nearly panted then.

And before long he was already on his knees and swiftly had engulfed almost
the half of my erection, sucking on it and loudly savoring the taste of my
cum, before giving it free, but just to run his tongue and lips down its
stem to my balls, kissing and nibbling and sniffing at my plump sac like a
dog ... and I had to giggle.

"What?" he then looked up at me, amused.

"Uh, just 'cause your acting so ... so hungry, hihihi," I laughed, and
right away remembered that Werner, the butcher's helping hand down in the
city had said last time, that he would like to cut off my nut sac and fry
it nicely seasoned with fresh butter and onions, upon which I'd said that
it wouldn't be tasty, just to learn from him that there were people who'd
like to eat at least the tests of bulls, called Spanish kidneys ... it was
just one of several bad jokes Werner had made, whereas that with the bull
nuts though really was true.

"Oh, I would eat it and cut it off in case it would grow again, but ... uh,
sorry, but I've promised your brother to cut you something else off from
you!"

"HUH? You're joking now ..." I tensed up.

"Not that, not your balls ..."

"But also not my wiener, pleeease ... I know it's wrecked with that bow to
the left, but I still like it to be part of me," I begged, albeit sensing
that it couldn't be that serious, as Alex giggled then too.

"Hey â€" that dick isn't that much bent and looks still better then mine
which has a too big head ... uh, no, no, just those few hairs here on both
sides of your dick â€" they have to go away, and I'll do it with my
pocket knife when we're back in my room!"

"Shit -- you really have to cut them off? It's just like some fuzz only,
barely to see -- so why?" I asked.

"Jeez -- that's the price for not getting belted by your stronger bro, what
I couldn't have to happen -- not to you ... that's why your pubes which
anyway just look like dirt ... hihihi ... have to get scrapped off, shaved
I mean -- understand?"

"Yeah â€" OK; but you won't hurt me with your knife, huh?" I worried
anyway a bit.

"No way -- I'll take some foam from dad, and gone they are in a single
blow," he assured me then, and so I sighed and then of course needed to see
what HE had.  Alex stood and then carefully opened his trousers, which by
then also had a visible damp patch, provided by the blue briefs he wore
underneath and which glistened very wet.

"You've got nice underwear, not like those skimpy white Y-fronts Tom and I
have," I said and then reached for the fat lump his briefs made.  Careful,
it's all spunky here," Alex warned.

But I didn't care, in fact enjoyed that my palm got smeared up with his
gooey stuff that had seeped throu his underwear, and I wanted to see more.

Therefore Alex got rid of his shoes, stepped out of his trousers ... and
then lowered his blue briefs with the huge wet stain in front and a hefty
slimy load still inside.  "Ohhhhh -- so beautiful your stuff there," I said
in awe, quite mesmerized then by a much fatter and stronger teen penis then
Jack, Rolf or his 15-years old brother Adrian had, just that my nut bag was
really plumper, like a peach you could say, whereas Alex' was maybe the
size of a medium tangerine, glistening now slightly cum drenched, as his
dark curly groin also was.

"Wow Alex â€" you've got really a big bird with a huge knob and it's
quite more then 5 inches I guess!"

"Uh yeah, thanks â€" it's 6 inches actually; just this here ..." he lost
his words, trying then to pull a bit on his foreskin, what let me see a bit
from the bird's 'mouth'.  "Uh ... I like it that way, Alex -- really, and
if you want, you can ... well, you not HAVE to, but you can ... fuck me
with that cock and its fat top too ..." I then offered.  "Yeah, glad,
thanks; just â€" I guess it won't go in 'cause of that tight skin here
..."

"Oh, you just have to try -- I'll stay with you till the whole lenght is in
..."

"Well, to tell you the truth: I've tried it several times last year with a
cousin on Xmas holiday, and it had hurt like hell and even prevented me
from cumming, once it was eventually in his ass ... just tell nobody,
please ... they all think I'm a tough guy because I'm good in sports and
have rich parents, but ..." he then got suddenly watery eyes.

"Oh no, Alex -- no!" I also felt tears welling up and hugged him, our half
limp tools touching and our sacs rubbing their wrinkled skin to each other.

"I love you, Alex," I then brought out, swallowing afterwards ... and he
just said and did the same.

"Alex?" I asked after a while.

"Yeah?"

"Can I wear your briefs ... now?"

"Uh, but they're so cummy ..."

"Please," I just begged, slightly stroking his strong cock.

"Oh ... careful with my foreskin ... yeah, that's better with those
delicate tender hands and fingers of yours ... uh, yeah, yeah, yes, please
take my briefs, take and wear'em ..." he just shuddered a bit and then
watched me grab and sniff at his filled briefs inside, wrinkled his nose
when I was putting my digit in and brought a snotty glob up and into my
mouth, him then grinning though, whereas I then swiftly got clad with his
briefs and he was groping my pouch and smearing around into my tools what
his manly bird hat vomited.

"Hey â€" they're perfect, even not too big for such a ... uh ... isn't
it?" he blushed.

"Such a wimp you've wanted to say, what I am indeed â€" hihihi; it seems
though that your not much more in size here around the hips the way your
underwear sits so tight, huh?"

"Well, right; I'm not tall and smaller like most others in my class, but in
good shape anyway with some defined muscles ... uh, let's go then," he
said, when I and he had pulled up the shorts and trousers, then left the
cubicle.

The man we'd seen before was still there at the urinal, cleaning it now
though with a brush and soapy water and gave us a knowing smile, and then I
saw that his face got longer, and his Adam's apple jumped, as soon as he
was aware of the wet patch in my shorts, and had I been alone, I surely had
considered to let him shove his dick up my ass, as I was already horny
again, despite just emptied my nuts.

Boldly I booked him mentally and blinked at him, before leaving the
restroom behind Alex -- and 'cause he was blinking back, I'd made a quick
decision and more mouthed then whispered to him: "Tomorrow!"

*

Alex' parents had a villa-style house and a nice garden with a little pool
in the upper part of our village, and he then led me first behind the house
to a bubbling fountain, where he helped me to clean a bit the front of my
shorts, what was the 2nd time that afternoon, explaining then to his mom
that it had been some spilled ice cream !

"You've got a nasty stain there too down on your trousers, honey," she said
to him, adding then: "What flavor that ice cream was?"

"Strawberry with vanilla," Alex replied.

"So, so? Hm ... why is it that I have a strong feeling that it was just
vanilla there ... certainly from your ... your puberty cone ... or was it
from his thing already?" she then smiled at me.

"MOM!"

"Shhhhhh, Alex â€" don't scare your nice little friend away; Mark it is,
huh?"

"Yeah, ma'am," I quietly replied.

"Well, I know just randomly about you and Tom because my husband has a
honorary job in our community and oversees the cases of father- or
parentless children and was talking to me recently to brush up that little
department and let a social worker check more regularly such families as
yours. But I hope you've got no problems at home right now, huh?"

"No ma'am."

"Fine, how old are you anyway?"

"Been just 13 a month ago, ma'am."

"Oh really? Thought you'd be around 11 or then 12 at most! Thirteen
... what an interesting age," she said and then approached to caress my
cheek and tousle my hair, but I also saw her intensely starring at my
crotch for a moment and blushed.

"Nice boy you are ... and it seems quite big already where it matters,
there, where you're about to become a man, huh?"

"Yes ma'am ... thanks ma'am," I said and had even more heat in my face.

She was acting a bit like Peter's mom, just that she hadn't felt me up, and
I wondered, if more moms would behave that way, getting onto the private
parts of boys ... maybe she was after Alex' too I then thought.

She was smaller then Peter's mom and more like a real lady, surely rich,
but not snobbish and was then telling her only son that his dad wouldn't be
back till late and that we could eat with her or up in Alex' room in around
an hour, where I should take off my shorts and put them in the dryer it had
upstairs. Alex would do that for me and change into some house shorts and
look for a worn out piece for me too.

That sounded great, and so with a blink from the 14-year-old and my sandals
left near the back entrance we rushed upstairs, and it was as I came into
paradise -- nothing else:

His bed was at least queen-sized with nice colored covers and pillows as
well as several cushions on the Berber-carpeted floor, where you could look
up to the ceiling, painted as a light blue sky with stars on it, surrounded
by pastel colored, faintly yellowish walls and bordeaux-red curtains on two
windows, one leading to a balcony. It had cupboards, desks, shelves, books,
board games, stereo, pictures, lights ... and even a medium-sized TV,
whereas there were people those time who hadn't even one in their family
room yet -- we for instance!

"That's such a cool place, Alex ... " I stunned, staying still in the
middle of his spacious room and letting him undo not only my shorts, but
helping me to get rid of my polo shirt plus undergarment too and eventually
asking if he should dry up my new briefs as well.

"Yeah, I want to feel your starched stains afterwards," I said and then
also pulled my socks off the while Alex went out to throw it into the dryer
and start the machine.

Back in his room he locked it and got naked too, came over and hugged me
tightly.

"You know, you're so hot and cute, you'd be just sooo ready for a hard fuck
right now ... if I only could, that is ..." he then shrugged, before
opening a drawer of his desk and taking out his pocket knife, then quickly
tiptoed out again, just to come back with a liberal amount of razor foam in
his palm, locking the door another time and asking me to get onto my back
on his bed and spread my legs, what I a tiny bit anxiously did, whereas my
thin banana was rapidly stretching out to its full lenght, throbbing then
some.

"We just want to bring that promised task behind us, won't we?" he smiled
at me, and without waiting for an answer he then covered my few little
silky fuzz pubes with that foam, but having still lots in his palm, he then
applied some onto my ball sac too and finally even coated my curved
erection as well.

"Hey, I haven't got any hair there!"

"I know, just let me do you anyway ... please," he asked and was putting
the rest on a paper it had on his desk, pulling then a crumpled hanky from
underneath a pillow and opened it with a dirty smile.

"You had quite some wanks too I guess, naughty boy," I giggled, when I was
sure what for sticking together stains it had, but then froze a bit, after
he'd opened the sharp looking blade of his knife.

"Just relax, Mark -- I won't hurt you in any way," he softly spoke, and I
let my breath out and gave my and my small wimpy body to him.

It scratched some, when those few hairs came off together with the foam,
but then I tensed and forgot to take air, as the blade glided over my tight
scrotum and last but not least came up along my then again pulsating
wiener, without passing over the foreskin's ridge to prevent touching my
bare cock head.

"OK, done," I sighed just another time and let my fingers glide over that
area, feeling just no stubbles around.

"Almost, please take that pillow, turn and put it below your belly and
spread your crack!"

"Oh come-on," I replied, but did already what he wanted, just to feel the
spared foam from the paper being applied now into my crack.

And then the blade was carefully scratching it away, even there where my
sphincter had its little wrinkled mouth tightly shut, before I after some
seconds of quietness had to shriek in total surprise by a warm wet thing
there, what let me crane my head over my shoulder to see his face buried
into my crack.

"What are you doing there? Oh no -- you don't need to do that with your
tongue, it embarrasses me ... just a client ..."

I abruptly went quiet, fearing the worst if he'd got me.

"I know already, Mark ... I know," he just gave back, before resuming to
try and shove his tongue again throu my bum hole.

"You know? And do it anyway? Why?" I after a while carefully asked.

"Because ... you remember Rolf?"

"Yeah, it's a couple years ago though ..."

"I know, but it was him who'd given me a clue and wanted me to join too,
but I'd chickened out because of my foreskin ... till today ..." he
confessed.

"You just say!" I said, perplex, and then added, that I loved the way his
foreskin was tight and that his cock had a damn' huge knob and was at least
straight -- very straight up and not curved like mine, just his had then
that puckered foreskin on top.

Now Alex came up, snuggled to me and said, that he too loved the way my
5-inches penis was, but what I denied it would, and also not that it was 5
inches.

However, he insisted it was and took a ruler from his desk and started to
measure my stiff tool, trying to bend back that curve it had on the upper
third, but what didn't work properly though.

"See, a bit more then 4.5 inches," he stated, but said too, that I had to
consider the bow and that it would come up to 5 inches, tearing then a
stripe from a paper and measuring the bow with it, then measured the
straight lower part, and it brought even 2 lines more then 5 inches, give
or take â€" so 5 inches it WAS.

"Wow -- so I have almost the same size as my bro -- wow!"

Ding -- ding -- ding ...

"Oh, that's the dryer; wait, I'll give you something else to wear for now
and then we go down to eat first," he said, went to the cupboard and
nestled between piles of clothes, then pulled two little black gym shorts
made of cotton with the known 3 stripes out, brought them to me and gave me
the smaller one to try.

"They're hot, Alex ... uh, what's that here?" I then asked him, pointing at
several dried and even crusty protein stains inside.

 "Uh, just the same as here ... vanilla cream, look," he grinned, albeit
blushing, and showed me an even bigger dried stain in his shorts, then
stepped in and pulled them up, leaving a rather huge bulge where his junk
was.

I did the same and found it comfortable, just that they were a bit too
short, so that my dick had to go to the left and upwards as usual, whereas
my nuts could not hide properly under the legs highly cut opening.

"Looks nasty that way," I said to Alex and pulled on the shorts to come
down a bit, but then it was my meanwhile once more erected banana which
poked out of the stretched waistband, complaining that I hardly could go
downstairs that way.

"Hardly ... hihihi ... uh, but mom won't care ... she ... she actually
like's to see what growing boys carrying around, Mark," Alex brought out
and then just took my hand, but I resisted, saying:

"She ... DOES? Really?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, she won't touch you there, just looking at and ask
you things ... if you wouldn't mind and keep your thighs a bit spread at
the dinner table for her," Alex replied and then pulled on my hand again
... and I gave in.

Well, not that I really had objections if she needed to feel me up, as I'd
let Peter's mom do that too. But like two such events in a short time was a
bit too much to handle, at least now with Alex' mom and in front of her
son, who was sporting an obscenely stiff cock then, what didn't help my
erection to shrink -- the contrary was the case, as it then poked out, when
we were together on the way downstairs.

"Oh well, you're just right ... let's see: nice fit those shorts, Mark, or
do you think they're too tight?" Alex' mom asked.

"Uh ... not really, ma'am -- just a bit maybe," I smiled with a reddened
face at her.

"Well, I know they are from Alex when he was 11 and worn out now, but just
inside the house it wont bother any of us, since we know what your
pubescent things behind look like ... as far as they are hidden, huh Alex?"
she then smirked at her son.

"Sure mom ... uh, can we ..?" he asked, making a gesture with his head
towards the dining table.

"Of course we can ... sit there at the other side please ... and you Mark
can sit next to me!"

Shit though: as soon as I was on the chair, my whole ball sac made its way
free and sat in the full fat nude high on the left junction of my thin
thighs.

"Let it out there, Mark ... you know the testicles need a cooler
environment then the body, or your sperms in your ... um, vanilla sauce, if
I might call that again that way, they might die ... therefore let them
rest in the fresh air, before they have to go back to work ... "

"OK," I just agreed.

"You're an obedient kid and I like that and hope you had a nice time
upstairs with my son, huh?"

"Yeah -- he's very friendly to me," I said and blinked to Alex, who was
just listening to our not quite orderly discussion.

"That's nice to hear, dear Mark, just be careful when you do him with your
hand, since his foreskin is too tight, what we might consider to correct
after his 18th birthday, as he's not that much into girls and therefore
surely would not need to get physical that way before -- understand?"

"Yes ma'am, just ..."

"What else? Tell me please, as I'm the one you can ask everything you
want," she offered, her head turned towards me, but her gaze again fully
onto my plumply swollen nut sac.

"Um, but what then, if it is just, say ... well, in case he would like to
get ... uh, you've said physical, but you know .. with ME then instead of a
girl?" I breathed to her, with Alex then rolling his eyes back.

"But he CAN do that, if he wants and you want it too, Mark; isn't it, Alex?
But if it hurts too much, then ... I mean it has not always to be the bum,
but the lips and mouths too â€" my husband likes that a lot better then
the ordinary way and I cannot see a problem, if two young healthy spunky
kids like you two would exchange their ... hihihi vanilla sauce, huh?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fine â€" I like talking to you; you're not only a cute, but also a
clever young kid, Mark!"

"Thanks ma'am!"

"Uh mom â€" can we now?" Alex then wanted to stop our dialog.

"Of course ... and you don't worry, Mark, as tasty, tight and fresh your
huge eggs look, we have already some on the table, boiled and cut already,
hihi ..." she couldn't help but to drop a last joke.

Then we had dinner with smoked salmon, rye toast, butter, a variety of
cheese, tomatoes, mixed pickles ... boiled eggs and cut as said ... brrr,
and tea; and later on at the coffee table some mousse au chocolat, an
espresso for Alex' mom and iced tea for us was served.

All the time though the before at the dinner table started dialog
continued, with Alex then also jumping in, and before long it was time for
me to leave.

"Oh sorry, that I have stolen your time, Mark. But Alex, honey -- he could
come again tomorrow after lunch, if he wants ... not that his so
respectable scrotum might burst, if he cannot empty it nicely, isn't it,
Mark?"

"I'll do it then at home, after Tom had bummed me, ma'am," I meanwhile used
to her language gave bluntly back.

"I see -- that naughty, naughty brother of you ... but at your young age it
might not need but a few strokes for Alex to help you empty your heavy bag,
just when you anyway have to change into your shorts upstairs!"

"MOM!"

"OK, OK -- it was just a suggestion Alex, you not HAVE to do him, but he
would need it I guess ... uh, get upstairs now boys, it's 8.20, past
already," he then hushed us up, Alex asking me then quietly on the stairs
if I knew 69ing ...

*

Ten minutes later and after a mind-blowing one-minute mutual suck job with
swallowing all we could I was on my way home and I had a bit cold then in
early May, but not wanted to wear a jacket from Alex or that he had to
bring me with his bike, because ... well, I just needed to look briefly
down at the station for that worker, as the last train would arrive just
before midnight.

And he was indeed there, carrying a suitcase from a train into the
magazine, when I was approaching from the other side and then was calling
him.

"Shit boy ... glad to see you, but shouldn't you be at home right now?" he
answered and beckoned me into the magazine, where he was putting the
suitcase onto a shelve, when I replied that I still had 15 minutes left.

"Gosh ... and you could take it for 5 bucks? Up your bum I mean?"

"Sure! Where?" I asked, thrilled that I could earn 5 bucks, as it normally
wouldn't be more then 2, maybe 3 from another John, if he'd shot first down
my throat before pumping a 2nd load up my chute.

He then grabbed my thin neck and shoved me into an adjacent room which was
his semi-private refuge with an old sofa, a sink and an electric cooker.

"I don't wanna open the light," he said, when glaring briefly out of the
window towards the station, then asked me just to pull my shorts a bit down
and kneel onto the sofa to get a tight grip on its back.

"Hot black undershorts you've got kid ... here comes some handcream what
will help you, 'cause mine is ... quite a bit ..."

"OOOUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHH ..." came my scream instantly, not with my regular
broken voice, but high-pitched due to an extreme pain.

"SSSHHHHHHHH ... not that loud ! Shall I stop then?" he asked behind me,
but I'd wanted to have a shag and had to have it now and therefore hissed,
that he slowly should go ahead.

He did, and eventually my sphincter relaxed and let that fat manly cock
enter my chute to the worker's pubes, resting there a couple seconds,
before the fuck began.  For a moment the stinging pain came back, but I was
biting my lips and let him accelerate the pace, and then felt his nut sac
slapping against my low hanging balls, but which would then draw up in
their fleshy pouch, as I felt it cook and then boil in my eggs, and as soon
as his thrusts were badly hammering my poor little ass, I was gripping the
back of the sofa tightly and started to tense, and he must have felt that
too, as he then banged me a couple more times almost like with a rape, then
froze briefly, before fucking me his ripe slime in short pushes into my
guts, whereas I squirted my boy load onto the back of that old sofa.

"S-sorry ... I need to go ... another train, you know," he panted, then
withdrew, pulled his trousers up and fished a bill out of his wallet.

"Come next week after school, any day, and between 4 and 5 is the best; now
go please and walk out throu that door there behind -- it's less obvious
then to see where you're coming from ... and thanks for that great shag,
was very much appreciated, boy ... uh, what's your name? I've seen you
before, but ..."

"Mark ... and thanks for the bucks; see you around then ..." I waved to
him, after I'd pulled that skimpy black cotton shorts from Alex and my own
shorts up and left with the whole load in my dripping ass, walking then
past the station as I'd come from farther away and was then just ringing
the door bell, when it was chiming 9 times from the Protestant church's
bell tower.

Mom was pushing the button upstairs, the relais snored and I could open the
door.

"Was it nice up there at doctor's place?"

"Oh yeah, great it was, mom," I've said and had planted a kiss onto her
cheek, her then saying that Tom went for the sleepover at Peter's instead
and that I could sleep at her place, if I wanted.

'Huh? OK, that with Tom and Peter didn't bother me, but that with mom? Did
I want that? Well, as a younger boy we had sometimes shared a bed with mom,
me quite more often then Tom, but since I had my 'days' it hadn't happened
over more then a year anymore,' so I then thought and worried a bit.

"Yeah, would be neat, but I guess I need some privacy right now" I then
heard myself breathe to mom, kissing her again, almost onto her mouth.

"Well then, maybe tomorrow morning; it's Sunday, and I just wanted to talk
a bit about your so called privacy, nothing more ... and what it had to do
with Tom, Peter and now with that Alex too.

"OK, night mom ... uh, can I come over in case I'd change my mind?"

"Sure you can, you're my small boy, always been, and you'll need some help
to come back on track with your puberty -- sweetie ..." she then smiled,
and briefly kissed my forehead ... and was starring at my shorts' bulge not
differently then Alex' or Peter's mom had done before ... and I got a boner
-- a rapid one, and wanted to turn and hide it in the bedroom, but could
not move, just stood there and let mom see how badly my shorts were tenting
up.

"Now just go ... and help yourself ... " she smiled at me, tousling my hair
and what seemed to be a favorite task for moms; and I turned and went.

"And take a hanky afterwards ..." I heard her behind me, before closing the
door.

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END OF PART 5
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