Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 14:53:04 -0400
From: Lytle Peters <lytle.peters@gmail.com>
Subject: Home from College Part I

DISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy. We all know that boys don't act as the
boys in this story do.

My parents are going to the beach this weekend; in fact, they've already
left. I had to wait for my 11 a.m. sociology class to finish before I could
hit the road for the weekend home. I told them I'd be glad to escape the
freshman dorm where I'm currently locked up with hundreds of other 18 year
old guys and come home to stay with our collie, Rex. It's only a two-hour
drive, so I'll be home easily by 2:30, which should work out just great.

It's late September but still really warm, so I'm wearing just gym shorts
and a tshirt and got the windows down, CD blasting, and blowing down the
highway. It should be a beautiful weekend, and I'm looking forward to some
privacy with Rex.

My parents and I just moved to this neighborhood back in July, so the house
and the neighbors are still pretty new to me, but I'm starting to feel more
comfortable there. There's a family whose back yard is kind of diagonal to
ours; he's a banker and she's in real estate, and they have a boy who's 12,
with long blonde hair, a little on the pudgy side, called Brad. He isn't
fat, but still just seems to have a bit of that prepubescent weight that
boys carry until they start to grow up (literally) and slim down. Brad is
an athletic little stud, who seems to like the idea of hanging out with a
college kid.

Directly behind our house is another family. Both the husband and wife
work, but I'm not sure where. They've got an older girl, then a boy, Davy,
with longish auburn hair and blue eyes and freckles across his nose, Dennis
the Menace style, and then a younger version of Davy about 8 or 9, I guess.
Davy just turned 11 a few weeks ago. I know 'cause I gave him a new
basketball for his birthday and told him he could use the hoop in our
driveway whenever he wanted. He's gotten pretty comfortable hanging out in
our driveway and garage either with Brad or by himself. Back in August just
before I was leaving for fall semester, he and Brad were in our garage
cooling off after shooting hoops. Brad was standing in front of Davy and
suddenly grabbed the waistband of his sport shorts and pulled down the
front to expose himself to the younger boy. Then Davy stood up and did the
same with his shorts, in a classic
I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. They didn't realize I saw them
from a distance, so I rattled a watering can and acted like I was just
coming round the house, giving them time to cover up. But this confirmed
that they were true 11 and 12 year olds: curious and ready to explore. I've
been thinking about them ever since.

Sure enough, I'm pulling into the driveway at 2:25, and Rex is going crazy
running laps around the back yard. Then he runs to me and stands with paws
on my shoulders for hugs, rubs, and scratching. He and I have been best
buds since we got him when I was 12. He follows me into the house and
watches as I throw my stuff in my room, devour a sandwich, and drink a
beer. Hey, it's Friday; a beer with lunch is just the start of the
weekend. By 3:00 I'm out in the driveway dribbling the basketball and Rex
is stretched out in a shady spot watching. As it gets closer to 3:15, I'm
not so much dribbling as deliberately bouncing the ball hard, making more
like a drumbeat.

I swear it isn't more that 5 minutes before I spot Davy's auburn mop
flopping as he runs across our back yard and into the driveway. Like me,
he's wearing sport shorts and a loose tshirt. "Hey," I say and bounce the
ball toward him. He catches it and says "I didn't know you were coming home
this weekend, Jake. I thought..."

"My parents went to the beach, but I'm staying here with Rex."

"Cool. By yourself?"

"Uh, yeah. Except maybe for my buddy Davy."

He grins. "Cool."

"Yep. We've got the place all to ourselves. We can run through the house
buck naked if we want to."

He snorted a laugh but blushed deeply and looked at the bouncing
ball. "Cool. Wish I could stay the night."

"Who knows, maybe we can figure something out. Want to come inside the
garage? I'm gonna get a beer."

"Sure," he said and followed me into the cool darkness. I opened the door
to the little storage room where my dad had his garage fridge and reached
for a cold bottle. Davy followed me and stood in the doorway behind me. I
popped the cap and took a long swig. Turning to him, I said, "You want a
taste?"

He looked unsure.

"I won't tell anyone. It's just us guys here, you and me and Rex." Rex had
followed us into the garage and was eyeing us carefully.

"OK," he said softly and I handed him the bottle. He raised it to his lips
and took a little sip, then said. "Hmm, not as bad as I thought."

"That your first taste of beer?"

"Uh, yeah," he said and took another longer swallow. "I kinda like it."

"Better go easy," I said, reaching for the bottle. He took another swallow
before handing me what was now half a beer.

Rex is standing behind Davy now, sniffing at his sneakers and then up the
back of his leg. Davy jumps at the cold nose on his bare leg.

"He's just smelling you, don't worry. He just wants to smell your
buttcrack," I say and finish the beer in a long gulp.

Davy snorts again and again blushes deeply. Rex is getting really personal
now, snuffling lustily in the boy's shorts. "Ewwww," Danny says.

"Hey, it's like sweet perfume to him. Think about it from the dog's point
of view."

"Ewwwww."

"OK, Mr. Sensitive, let's go shoot some hoops."

We're back in the driveway playing HORSE. Davy makes a little half-hook,
and I'm trying to match him. Swish.

"Where's Brad today?"

"His mom was taking him shopping after school."

"Poor guy."

"Yeah." He makes a bank shot from beyond the free throw line.

I try the same shot and it bounces off the front of the rim. "H," I say,
then "I wonder how Brad would like Rex sniffing his butt crack."

Davy snorts. "He'd probably love it."

"Yeah, his cock would probably jump out of his shorts."

"Yeah." Underhanded two-handed shot from the line.

I'm at the line. "I bet Brad has a really nice cock, huh?"

"Yeah," he says, then, "I mean, I guess so. I don't know." The little liar.

Air ball. "H-O." Then as he is figuring out his next shot, I ask, "Is Brad
circumsized?"

"Sure," Davy says, launching a jump shot that swishes through the net, "Me
too."

"Me three," I say. My shot doesn't swish, but it's good. "Does Brad have a
girlfriend?"

"Nah. Me neither," he adds.

"Me neither," I say.

********** So I won the game of HORSE and me and Jake are sitting on his
patio. It's cool 'cause earlier he let me try some beer. I wonder if I
spend the night over here if he'll let me have more. Bet he will. Jake
seems to like me a lot. He keeps staring at me and smiling. It's cool that
he likes to hang out with me and me being a kid and all. I've got my feet
up in the chair where I'm sitting. I think Jake is looking at my bare
legs. He keeps fiddling with himself, adjusting his paddywacker - that's
what Brad calls it - inside his shorts. I swear I think now he's staring at
my crotch, so of course that makes my paddywacker start to get hard. I put
my hand over it to hide it and Jake smiles at me and winks. Yep. He was
staring at my crotch. Man, I bet he's got a big one. With hair and
all. Brad has like two little hairs and makes a big deal about it like he's
some macho man. Oh my gosh, Jake has flopped his legs wide apart and I can
see up the leg of his shorts. I can see the head of his paddywacker up in
there. Cool. It looks like mine only a lot bigger. He's staring at my
crotch again so I move my hand and let him see my bulge. Do you think he
wants to touch it the way Brad does at sleepovers?

Jake says, "I'm going to get a beer," and he gets up and goes into the
garage. Rex follows him of course.

I love doing sleepovers at Brad's house. I'm remembering the last one, last
weekend. I swear I think he stayed awake all night playing with my
paddywacker. He even took my underwear off me so I was completely
naked. And he even kissed my hard paddywacker and got me to do the same to
him. I'm replaying the night in my head. Eventually I realize that Jake
hasn't come back so I go into the garage looking for him.

He's not in the garage so he must be in the storage room where the fridge
is. Yep. There he is and Rex too. As soon as I step into the little room,
Rex comes over to me and starts smelling me in the crotch and then my butt
again. He really likes to do that but it seems like it's only in this
little room. Jake is watching Rex and smiling. I can't help blushing again.

"It feels good when he sticks his snout in your butt like that, doesn't
it?" Jake says.

"I - I guess so." I'm really embarrassed.

"You should let him lick your crack. Just pull down your shorts and he'll
do it. He loves it."

"You serious?"

"Pull down the back of your shorts and you'll see."

I reach back and start to pull my shorts down and Rex is in my butt
crack. All I can feel is hot tongue licking my crack and going deeper. He's
licking me like crazy.

"Spread your legs a little."

I do and before I know it, Rex's tongue is at my hole and licking like
crazy. My paddywacker feels like it's gonna explode it's so hard. And every
time his hot tongue brushes my hole it's like a jolt goes through my whole
body. I'm really embarrassed that Jake is watching this, but it feels so
good I have to just close my eyes and let it happen. After a minute of this
hot licking, I hear myself whispering "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" as the tongue starts
to lick up inside my butthole. I don't even realize with my eyes closed
that Jake has pulled the front of my shorts down until I feel something
brushing the underside of my paddywacker right up to that super sensitive
spot at the head. I look down and Jake is crouched in front of me and
running just the back of his index finger up and down my whole
two-and-a-half inches, which is up so straight it's almost touching my
belly. Jake slowly traces my shaft from my ballsack up to the flared pink
head, making me shudder, and asks "Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Nuh-no," I manage to whisper, "'course not."

Jake is really tickling that spot under the head, and Rex's tongue is
licking inside my butt. "You've got a beautiful cock, Davy," Jake says. He
squeezes the shaft more firmly and starts to slide the skin up and down,
the way Brad showed me. "Good boy, Rex," Jake says. "Eat that boy ass
good." Jake is stroking my cock faster. "Beautiful boy cock, beautiful hot
boy cock." He's stroking me faster, Rex is licking away at my hole. They've
got me pinned between them, making me feel electric jolts back and front. I
never knew I could feel like this. My knees feel like they're gonna give
way. But the stroking and slurping keep going. Then eventually I start to
feel something else.

"I've gotta pee," I say.

Jake doesn't let go or even slow down. "No you don't, baby. Just let it
happen. You are so fuckin' hot. Look at that beautiful boy cock."

I like it when he talks this way. But I don't want to pee on him or
myself. "But..."

"Shhh," he says. "You're not gonna pee. Just let us do this." He strokes me
even faster.

It's no use to argue. My paddywack -- I mean my cock is in charge. Soon I
hear myself half moaning half whispering, "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh" in time with
Jake's stroking and Rex's licking, and then I feel like an explosion inside
and get all lightheaded at the same time. My cock is pulsing and my
butthole squeezing. And then my knees really do give way. I fall into
Jake's chest and feel his arms grab me and hold me.

He's got his mouth near my ear and says, "Enough Rex." The dog stops
licking my throbbing butthole. "Take it easy, Davy. I've got you," he
whispers in my ear. "Jake's got you, you beautiful boy."

I am panting and my face feels hot buried in his tshirt, which feels
wet. Then I realize I'm crying. Jake is holding me tight and rocking
slightly. "Shhh, just let it out, you beautiful beautiful boy." After a
minute he pulls away from me and kisses my eyes. Then he kisses my nose and
my lips. I've never been kissed like this. Wow.

"I'm sorry. I don't cry like..."

"Hush," Jake says. He is kissing the tears off my cheeks and my eyes. "You
are perfect just the way you are." I look up into his eyes and realize they
are full of tears too. Why is he about to cry? "You are perfectly
beautiful. And look at that perfect cock." I look down at it still standing
erect, still pulsing, its flared head a rosier pink than usual. "Your body
just had an orgasm, so if you need to cry, cry."

"Organism?"

Jake laughed. "No, Silly. Orgasm. You're a big guy now."

**********

I could hold Davy like this for an hour, but I force myself to stand him up
in front of me. His shorts are down at his ankles so I'm face to "face"
with the most gorgeous boy cock I've ever seen: a creamy white shaft rising
two inches to a darker band of brown skin and leading to the pink flared
head, the edge of its rim almost a light purple. The shaft is about the
thickness of a Magic Marker, its mushroom head fatter. His little ball sack
is tight to his body with what look like large marble sized balls. And not
a hair to be seen. A perfect specimen of boyhood, still pulsing with Davy's
heartbeat. Reluctantly I reach for his shorts and pull them up, clearing
his erection and snapping the waistband against his belly. I reach and give
his cock one more squeeze, which makes him suck in his breath suddenly.

"It's real sensitive," he whispers.

"I know it is. But I can also see it wants more."

Davy smiles at me and blushes deeply yet again.

"Would you like to figure out a way for you to sleep over here tonight?"

"For real?"

"Absolutely."

"Wow. Yeah. Of course I would."

"We could have a lot more fun together, just you and me. I've got lots to
show you."

Davy swallows and says, "OK. What do I need to do?"

**********

So I can't go back to Jake's house until after dinner. Friday night is
family night dinner and we all have to be there. Ug. Double Ug. But when I
told mom Jake had a bunch of Three Stooges movies and I'd never really seen
any and that Jake really did invite me and that I didn't invite myself and
that I would be right next door and not in Timbuktu, she finally gave in
and said OK to let me sleepover at Jake's. Cool. Double cool. So my
overnight bag is packed and I'm ready. In the meantime, Brad called to see
if I wanted to camp out in the backyard tonight and he was really jealous
when he heard why I couldn't. I told him maybe tomorrow night.

When is dinner gonna be ready? Like ever?

**********

The doorbell rings at 7:05. It's Davy, still wearing the same gym shorts
and t-shirt, only now with flip flops. And a small gym bag. "Hi again," he
says shyly.

"Hi again." After an awkward moment, "You gonna come in or stand out here
all night?"

"I'd rather come in."

I step aside and he sweeps into the entrance hall.

Another awkward pause, then I say, "You want to put that bag upstairs in
our room?"

"Yeah," he says softly. "Our room." And he glances at me with a little
grin. I could grab him and hug him. But I don't.

"There's a spare room with a single bed if you'd prefer your own space. And
Rex is outside in the yard for the night."

Davy blushes at the mention of Rex. "No, I, uh, I'd rather be with you."

"Cool. Top of the steps, first door on your left."

I follow him up, my face level with his hot little ass. Once in my room, he
looks at the queen size bed, then at some of the posters on the
walls. There's a door that leads to a walk-in closet and another that leads
into my private bath. I point to that one and say "The bathroom's through
there. I want you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"Before we start looking at the movies, I want you to take a shower."

"OK."

"I mean a thorough shower, like soaping every square inch of your
body. . ."

"Jeez, I don't have cooties."

I laugh and finish "especially where Rex cleaned you earlier, even up
inside, OK?"

He stares at the floor. "OK, sure," he says softly.

"And one other favor," I say, tossing him one of my t-shirts. "When you get
out, I want you to put this on."

"OK."

"I mean ONLY that."

"Oh, uh, OK, uh, sure."

"Good boy," I say and turn to leave him to his business. "See you
downstairs when you're ready."

**********

So I dry myself pretty good and dry my hair just with the towel and leave
it kinda flopping everywhere over my ears and down my neck. And I put on
Jake's t-shirt. It's an L, so it's pretty big on me and covers about
halfway down my thighs, but if I lift my arms it exposes my paddywack-- I
mean my cock. Jake kept calling it my cock. I reach in my bag for my
boxers, but then I remember Jake said to wear only the shirt. And thinking
about it, it does feel kinda sexy like a dress with no panties.

When I come downstairs, Jake is camped out in the middle of the couch and
he pats the cushion to his right.

"You can sit on this end with your back against the arm, and that should be
comfy," Jake says. "I'll start the first movie. Now remember, this is
highly intellectual, very serious adult comedy."

"OK," I say, plopping down where he told me but realizing I've got no place
for my legs.

"Put 'em across my lap," Jake says, draping my thighs and legs right across
him.

I settle in, and soon the Stooges are on. They're running a cleaners and
tailor shop. One of them is up on the ironing board trying to iron a pair
of pants that keeps rolling up behind him. Then he gets folded up in the
wall with the ironing board. Then it spits him out on the floor and smacks
him in the head when he tries to stand up. I'm a mass of giggles.

Jake's left hand is on my knee, lazily stroking around it with his
thumb. His right hand is wandering ever so lightly up and down my thigh,
going a little higher each time until it sneaks under the shirt and starts
to stroke my thigh all the way up near my balls. My cock is hard instantly,
which I guess he can see from the little rise in the shirt there. Jake is
so light with his touch, I could let him do this all he wants. I love
it. He's lightly tracing over my balls now but not touching my cock. I
think he's teasing me. My cock is straining to be touched, but he goes back
down my thighs. I spread my legs to give him more places to touch but keep
my eyes on the screen. His left hand travels under me and a finger starts
to touch around my crack and my butthole. Once it finds my hole and starts
brushing it, Jake's other hand lightly touches and then slides up and down
my shaft. I'm not watching the movie now. My eyes are closed. I feel my
shirt pushed up to expose all of me.

"Want me to do what I did earlier?" he asks.

"Yes, yes please."

"OK," he says, "but let's do it a little different." I feel him scooch
himself out from under my legs and down to the far end of the couch, and
then I feel a sudden heat on my cock. I look down and Jake has my cock in
his mouth. It feels like his tongue is swirling around and around it, the
head especially.  Every time he licks across my supersensitive spot, I
think I'm gonna see stars like in a cartoon. In the background, one of the
Stooges says, "whoop whoop whoop." Now Jake is holding my cock in his mouth
still but licking my balls. Then he goes back to my shaft and starts moving
his mouth up and down, up and down, like he did with his fingers only now
it's with his mouth and tongue. His fingers are stroking my chest and
stopping to tweak my nipples. I didn't even know they were good for
anything! But they are! The shirt is up around my neck now. And Jake's
mouth is riding up and down on my shaft.

When he pulls off it, I say, "Please don't stop," but he crawls up beside
me kneeling on the floor and whispers in my ear with really hot breath, "Do
you like it when I suck your cock and lick your balls?" Then his tongue
goes in my ear.

"Yesss," I whisper.

"Say it. Tell Jake what you want him to do to you."

"Please, Jake, suck by cock and and lick my balls."

"OK, baby boy, OK" but before he does, he stops to kiss my lips and push
his tongue against them. I guess he wants me to open them so I do, and his
tongue starts to rub against mine. When I put my tongue out a little bit,
Jake takes it in his mouth and sucks my tongue. And his hands are
everywhere tweaking my nipples, brushing my cock. Just when I'm sure I
can't breathe, he releases my tongue and as I'm trying to catch my breath,
he sucks my two and half inches back into his mouth. His tongue is going
round and round my little mushroom head. He starts seriously bobbing up and
down my shaft sucking it like a lollipop, and his hands reach under me to
spread my cheeks and start teasing and tickling my hole. I am panting and
moaning in a matter of minutes.

"I've got the pee feeling, Jake," I warn him.

He just keeps going, if anything faster. I lay my head back with eyes
closed and just let him have me. I pretty much tremble all over when the
orgasm feeling hits me. I'm panting as he stops bobbing and just lets my
cock throb in his mouth.

Eventually I can utter a "Wow."

I look down over my pushed up shirt, across my heaving chest, my belly, to
where Jake is holding my cock in his mouth. When I look at the screen, I
see the Stooges are standing over some guy they've apparently knocked out
cold.

"Yeah," Jake says, releasing my cock with a final slurp. "Wow."

**********

I've got some other movies for Davy to watch, but I'm thinking I still need
to go slow. So I go over and find You Are Not Alone. I'm mostly interested
in Davy's reaction.

When the film starts, Davy says, "How come they're not speaking English?"

"Uh, because they're Danish."

He giggles. He has pulled the shirt back down to cover himself, which is OK
for now. We don't want to wear the boy out. Actually, yes we do, but we
settle in back in our former spots, Davy's legs across my lap. When the
headmaster's 12-year-old son comes on the screen, I watch Davy smile.

"Look at his hair," he says. Then, "He's really cute."

"Just wait," I say, "until you see ALL of him."

"For real?"

"For real." I'm lazily tracing the insides of Davy's thighs, and he spreads
his legs to give me access. His cock is hard again. Did it ever go soft? I
cannot believe my luck in watching this film with this beauty draped across
me.

"What's that bump?" Davy asks.

"What bump?"

"That bump," he says, moving his left leg so that it brushes across my lap.

"You know what bump that is."

"Yeah," he says. Then, "You gonna let me touch it?" A devilish little grin.

"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna let you touch it. But later, after we're through down
here."

"Oh... OK. Well, you can touch mine whenever." Another little grin.

"All night long, young man. All night long," I say, as I reach under the
shirt and gift his cock a squeeze.

We stop the Danish film after the scene where the two boys strip and shower
together. Davy doesn't like reading the subtitles.

Then I put on one more film. "This is a short movie. It's called "The
Sleepover," I say, settling in. We are soon watching a room with about a
dozen boys ages 10-12. All of them are naked. Most of them are paired off
and playing with each others' cocks. One young boy is watching the others
from a sofa and slowly masturbating. In the foreground is a boy about 12
with a hard cock that he is jacking off to keep it hard. In front of him is
a boy kneeling and presenting his butt. A third boy is beside him spreading
the kneeling boy's butt cheeks to show his hole. The 12 year old moves in
and tries to insert his cock in the kneeling boy's butt. I look at Davy and
his mouth is hanging open. The boy cannot get his cock to go in. The third
boy reaches for a bottle of what looks like oil, maybe baby oil, and rubs
it up and down the 12 year old's shaft. Then he pours more oil in his hand
and rubs it in the kneeling boy's buttcrack. The 12 year old then moves in
again, with the third boy spreading the kneeling boy's cheeks, and the
older boy's cock slides into the butthole. The camera is so close that the
whole screen is nothing but this boy's cock sliding into and out of the
boy's ass. We watch in silence as the kneeling boy gets fucked. Then the
camera moves and we see that the third boy is now in front of the kneeling
boy with his cock in the kneeling boy's mouth, face fucking him. Davy's
chin is on his chest. We watch the kneeling boy taking it at both ends for
a couple of minutes before I say, "I think that's enough of this film."

Davy whispers, "OK... if you say so."

I get up and turn off the film, go back to the couch, and scoop Davy up in
my arms. "Let's go to bed." I carry him up the steps, into the room, and
lay him gently on the bed.

********** Jake is in the bathroom. I can hear him peeing big time. I need
to pee too, but he put me on the bed. I wonder if I should go in the
bathroom with Jake so that I can pee. Or should I just lie here and
wait. That last movie he played was really hot. But I don't want him to
stick his big cock in me. I think I would split in half. I go to the
doorway. Jake has his back to me finishing up but he sees me in the big
mirror. I see him too. He's soft of course but it still looks as long as
mine is hard. He is giving it a shake. He has brown hair above it. His
balls are huge but tight, not hanging down like my dad's.

"I gotta pee too," I say.

Jake motions to me and says, "Mind if I watch?"

I step to the toilet and reach to pull up the big t-shirt. "Let me," Jake
says and lifts it up and over my head in one motion. I'm embarrassed. My
soft cock is no more than an inch long nestled on my ballsack. "God, you
are incredibly beautiful," Jake half whispers. "You better pee before he
starts to get hard." I have trouble starting with Jake watching me but once
I do, it's a long one. He watches me and grins the whole time. I'm shaking
off the last drop.

"Jake?"

"What, buddy?"

"I -- uh -- I mean -- what I mean is..."

Jake scoops me up in his arms again and carries me back to bed, but this
time dropping me so that I bounce. I'm giggling. He jumps over me and
stretches out beside me. We are face to face. "Know something?" he says
softly.

"What?"

"You and I have to have one hundred percent of three things."

"What?"

"Honesty, secrecy, and trust."

"OK, sure."

"Don't say that lightly. I mean it as seriously as anything I've ever
said. What we're doing has to be totally ours and only ours. And I'm
trusting you and you are trusting me to keep it that way, right?"

"Right. I understand."

"And the honesty? You can say anything to me. We are closer than brothers
now. Anything."

"OK."

"So don't start stammering and all that. I want you to feel comfortable
telling me anything."

"But I don't want to make you mad."

"Why would I be mad?" His fingers are tracing lines up my belly and around
my nipples. My cock immediately starts to grow.

"Well, I -- I mean, I -- what I mean is I really want to play with your
cock, but..."

"And I'm gonna let you, but..."

I take in a breath and let it out, "but I'm scared you want to stick it in
me like in the movie and it will hurt bad and..."

Jake stops me with a soft and sweet kiss on my lips. "Hush. Listen to
me. You listening?" I nod. "We're not gonna do anything you don't want to
do, OK? Get this through your knucklehead: Davy is in charge."

"OK. But in the movie..."

"Hush. Davy is in charge. Why in the world would I want to hurt a boy as
beautiful and perfect as you?"

I feel myself blush. Jake kisses me again on the lips, then puts his mouth
to my ear and whispers with hot breath, "Now I want to touch all your
private places for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop." My cock
goes rock hard. I like it when he talks dirty to me like that.

Jake repositions himself so that his head is down at my thighs, which means
his cock and balls are now at my face. He's mostly hard now. I reach and
touch it tentatively, sliding a finger up and down it, and it goes fully
hard. It's twice as long as mine. I trace the big vein running up the side,
and the mushroom head flares at me in response. I run my fingers through
his hair. It's soft. Then I run them across his balls. They are smooth but
not hairy and tight under his cock. "That's right," I hear Jake say. "Just
do whatever you want." I squeeze his cock wrapping my fingers around
it. It's like a Polish sausage size around. I slide my fingers up it to the
head and I hear Jake sigh. So I do it again. Then I remember what Brad
likes, so I make a circle with my thumb and middle finger and slide just
the cock head back and forth through it over and over again, making sure I
rub across that super sensitive spot. Another sigh. The head flares out at
me. I pull it toward me and kiss it. Then I kiss that spot. I can feel
Jake's breath on my thigh, but he's not touching me. He's just letting me
explore. I kiss the head again and slide my fingers down the shaft all the
way to his balls.

"Oh yeah, baby..."

After a few minutes of this, Jake says, "Let's turn around. Let me sit
against the pillows." So he sits up and turns me so that my head is still
at his cock.  Then he says, "Put your legs on either side of me." I do. I
go back to feeling and kissing his cock. Then I feel Jake licking my balls
from behind. That is so hot but it means his nose is in my crack. But not
for long. He is licking from my balls up into my crack. Oh my gosh. He is
licking my hole just like Rex did. His hands are spreading my butt and his
tongue is licking around and across my hole. I let out a long "Ohhhhhhhh"
and lick Jake's cockhead.  His tongue is working on my hole. I have to stop
licking his cock so that I can breathe. I start sliding my hand up and down
it, jacking it like Brad showed me. Jake's tongue is pushing at my hole and
oh my gosh slides inside me. "Ohhhhh" "Ohhhh" "Ohhhhhhhh" I say as it goes
in and out of my hole. I'm jacking his big cock and I see pee starting to
leak out of it. The tongue is going in and out, in and out. My whole body
is focused on that spot.  Now it's in me even deeper. It feels like he's
sucking my ass. My toes start to curl. Jake's tongue is trying to crawl all
the way inside me. Thrusting, licking, sucking. "Jake," I say, then
"Ohhhhhhhhhh" as my body gives in to the orgasm feeling. Something hot is
all over my face. I open my eyes and Jake's cock is shooting white stuff
all over me. All over my nose and lips and cheeks. I think it's in my hair
too. But the tongue just keeps eating my ass until I have to pull forward
and fall across his still twitching cock, panting as I try to catch my
breath. We lie there for a long time just breathing.

**********

I pulled him up to me and began kissing and licking the cum off his
face. It must have looked like a mother cat grooming one of her kittens.

"Are those sperms?" he asked.

"Yeah, but it's called 'cum.'"

"Oh. OK. Wow. It's everywhere."

"I'll clean you up. You'll make that in a couple of years, and it feels
amazing when it shoots out of you."

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"What you just did to me felt amazing."

I hugged him tight and said, "I think we may need a warm washcloth."

As I swabbed him off (almost none of it had landed on me), he whispered,
"Thanks for being so good to me."

I couldn't help tearing up. "No. Thank you for just being you; you are
incredible." He grinned at me. "Let's go downstairs for dessert and then
you can tell me what you want to do next...."

********** I've got two scoops of ice cream in my bowl, and I'm reaching
for a third when Jake says, "Hold on. We don't want you to get a
bellyache." So I put the scoop down on the counter. "You want chocolate
syrup?" he asks. I nod.

"Of course you do. Stupid question." He takes the bottle out of the fridge
and squirts some on my ice cream.

It makes me think and I say, "Too bad that isn't what comes out of you."

Jake gives me a devilish smile. "Oh yeah. Bet you'd eat it up then." He
holds the bottle toward my mouth and I stick out my tongue. He squirts
syrup on me and I swallow it, then take my tongue and lick the end of the
bottle. "You are the naughtiest boy ever. I think I love you," Jake says.

"Jake? Can we watch that movie again, the one with all the boys my age?"

"Sure. If that's what you want."

I settle on the couch while he starts it again.

He turns around and says, "I want you to watch it standing up this time." I
give him a curious look. "Don't worry. I'm not calling Rex in, if that's
what you're worried about. Besides, Rex only does his favorite trick in
that little storage room. You might want to remember that next week when
I'm back at school." I nod and grin. "Anyway, just stand there and watch."

Again the camera is going around the room of boys zooming in sometimes to
show a particular boy. My cock is hard even before the camera comes to the
12 year old fucking the kneeling boy while the other boy fucks his
mouth. This time, though, Jake lets the movie keep playing. The camera
moves to a door and shows an older boy, maybe 14, with some hair over his
cock, come through. Like the others, he's naked, and his circumcised cock
is kinda half hard already. He walks over to the three boys fucking and
watches them. Then he motions for two other boys to come over. They're more
my age. The camera focuses on the older boy's chest. He has big pink
nipples, kinda puffy, a lot like Brad's. The two boys my age come into view
and each one starts tickling and licking a nipple. The nipples go hard and
stand out instantly. The boys tongue tickle them over and over. Then the
camera moves back and you see the older boy's cock is now really hard and
maybe five inches. It's really pretty. The two boys my age go down on their
knees on either side of the older boy, and they both start licking his cock
at the base. Their tongues slowly work up the shaft until they are licking
the purplish head until their tongues get to the tip where they are
flicking each other and the cock head at the same time. Then they slowly
start back down licking on either side of the cock all the way to the balls
where each other licks and then sucks a ball. This is the hottest thing
I've ever seen.

Jake is kneeling in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. He has his
hands on my butt cheeks and he starts moving me in and out of his mouth so
that I'm fucking him.

The young boys lick and kiss the big cock and each other until the cock is
covered in spit. Then the older boy moves and brushes the 12 year old
fucker aside so that the kneeling boy's hole is visible. Then the older boy
goes to his knees and in one motion slides his spit covered cock into the
kneeling boy. The kneeling boy draws in a quick breath and moans.The camera
zooms in to show the cock sliding in and out of the boy's hole. He fucks
him like this for a minute or two. The kneeling boy is saying "Ohh" "Ohh"
"Ohh" with every push. Meanwhile I am fucking Jake's mouth and feeling his
tongue flick over my cock head. Then the older boy pulls all the way out
and makes the kneeling boy lie on his back. He pushes the boy's legs up
until his knees are on his chest. The camera zooms in on the boy's hole,
and the older boy starts to lick and then fuck the hole with his tongue.
After a minute of this, the older boy crawls on top and slides his big cock
back into the boy on the floor. The older boy has his arms extended so that
his chest is visible, and the boy being fucked reaches up and squeezes and
twists the older boy's nipples. That makes him fuck the boy even harder and
harder until he pulls out and white cream starts shooting out of his cock
all over the younger boy's cock and belly. Then he plunges his big cock
back into the boy's hole and keeps fucking him.

I've got that pee feeling again as I fuck Jake's mouth as fast as I
can. "Ohhhhhh Jake" I cry out. His tongue is flicking at my cockhead. My
body goes limp and I fall across Jake's back. His tongue has stopped, and
he's just holding my twitching cock in his mouth, holding my butt cheeks
with his hands, stroking them lightly.

When I've caught my breath and stood back up, Jake says, "That's enough
movie for you, young man. Let's take you to bed." He picks me up so that
I'm slung across his shoulder, my butt cheeks in the air, and he starts up
the stairs.

End of Part One.

Let me know if you think there should be more. This is my first attempt at
writing one of these stories. You may send comments, illustrations,
suggestions to lytle.peters@gmail.com but as they always say, flames will
be ignored. If this story isn't to your taste, there are certainly
thousands of others from which to choose.