Date: Wed, 30 Jul 1997 21:01:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: FtLaudKidd@aol.com
Subject: Justin, Brad and Chris

This is the standard issue disclaimer, which you can copy and paste from any
story in this newsgroup.  If ya live in a place where man/boy sex is illegal,
dont read any further.  It contains events which actually happened to
someone; who, you ask?  Well someone I know and you dont. 


Justin, Brad and Chris

  "Justin? Brad?.....Chris? Get your butts in here and eat yer dinners." A
shout came from the kitchen.  Several minutes passed before Patricia realized
that the boys had once again ignored her orders.  So, as usual, she stampeded
her way through the glass sliding doors into the back yard, grabbing Justin
by the shirt and Brad by the arm.  Chris was lucky enough to escape her
clutches, and raced in through the parted glass doors to the table.
 Together, in unison, the three boys ate their dinners quietly, under the
pressure of moms thunderous roars.

   Justin, Brad and Chris lived on Douglas street, one block from me.  They
lived in a three bedroom house with their mother, Patty....Grandmother,
Nancy....and Uncle, Tyrone.  Their house was typical of a suth'n upbringing.
 Rebel flags were hung all throughout the house, as well were pictures of a
generation of hunters.  The house was always a mess, clothes having been
thrown everywhere....dishes always in the sink, etc.  Still, as
"backwoods-ish" as they were, they had been friends for several years and
their messy housekeeping did not affect my judgment of them in any way.

   I grew up with Tyrone.  We had gone to the same middle school and high
school, as well as having worked at the same grocery store during our earlier
teen years.  At the time, Tyrone's nephews were very young, so I hardly took
notice of them.  But as the years went on, I began to notice how simple
adorable they each were.  It wasn't until I was seventeen that I saw the
potential for a very good friendship with the boys.  They desperately needed
some male influence in their lives since their father lived in Kentucky; a
result of a court order.  (After Patty and Rick's divorce, he was not allowed
to cross county lines.)  

   The year is now 1990, and I just turned 21.  Justin is now 11, Brad is 10,
and Chris is 9.  Up to this point, the years having progressed, I had become
very good friends with Patty and the rest of the family.  Tyrone has moved
into his girlfriends house, leaving no other adult male in the house.  Patty
began using me to help out with the boys here and there, a job which I
absolutely loved.  On nights when she and her friends would go out, I would
'conveniently' pop over and volunteer to babysit for her.  I was 'popping
over' almost everynight of the week as it was.  On these particular nights, I
would let the boys stay out in the living room to watch television until they
fell asleep where they lay.  Having been boys so young, it was normal for
them to prance around the house in their fruit of the looms, (the kind with
the blue wasteband, You boylovers know exactly what I'm talking about to!!!)
 My mouth would begin to water as soon as Patty closed the door behind her
waving goodbye.  The boys grew up learning about sex at a young age.  I would
often times find them running into the living room, standing three or so feet
from me and pulling down the fronts of their underware.  Some may say it was
the "boy" type of thing to do, but I still contend that there was something
more to it.  Justin was the biggest tease of them all.  I had been fondeling
the boys in their sleep for about two years.  I cannot be sure, but I have a
feeling Justin may have been awake for some of the visits I made to their
room in the middle of the night over those two years.  For that matter, Brad
and Chris may also have been awake on occasion.  Anyhow, Justin would say he
had to pee, then stop at the bathroom door, turn to me and pull his penis out
and wave it at me.  I was either too surprised, or too young to realize
whether or not he was trying to tell me something.  I would say stuff like,
"You better put it away or I'll pull it off!".  That would send him on his
way, smiling that impish little boy smile.

   One night, the best night of my entire life to date, I got caught-red
handed.  All three boys were sleeping in their respective beds.  There were
two sets of bunk beds in the room.  Justin slept in the upper bunk, the lower
being unoccupied.  Chris, (or Chrissy, as he was called) slept in the lower
bunk of the other set, with Brad above him.  I did not play favorites with
these three.  Chrissy, even though he was the youngest, was just as
scrumptious as Justin, the oldest.  On this particular night, I crept into
the dark room, partly closing the door behind me to shut out some of the
light.  After my eyes adjusted, I could make out the sleeping positions of
all three, and see that they were asleep, or so I thought.  I felt around in
the dark, until I reached the edge of Chrissy's bed, and sat down.  As usual,
I moved the covers from his smooth-as-silk body, and placed my hand gently on
his small globulous cheeks, and rubbed back and forth.  This would set my
boner almost through the top of my briefs.  Then, I stripped, totally naked.
 I sat back on the edge of Chris's bed, and lowered my face to his crack.  I
just loved the smell of these little boys' butts.  I ran the tip of my nose
back and forth a couple times.  Finally, after a good two minutes, I began to
slowly lower his underware, gripping the wastband tightly with my thumbs and
fingers.  I could feel the heat rise off from his skin, and this sent chills
up my spine.  When I had managed to get them down to the top of his thighs, I
lifted myself and moved on top of him, sortof in a push-up position.  I
lowered my raging boner to fit between his cheeks and began to rock back and
forth, simulating sex.  When my arms got tired, I would lift myself over to
the side and rest, then begin again.

  "Ahhh, I see you," I heard as I quickly moved between Chris and the wall to
hide my nakedness.  I layed perfectly still, in hopes that the one whose
voice just spoke would think he was seening things, then turn over and go
back to sleep.  No such luck here.
  "Richard, I saw you boofing Chrissy," the voice said again.  I was able to
now determin that it was Justin, peeping over from his upper bunk on the
other side of the room.  I was caught, red-handed, humping his 9 year old
brother's butt.  I sat up, pulling the covers to myself, still trying to hide
my naked body.
  "Huh? What?" I said, trying to pretend to be asleep.
  "Chrissy knows you do it to him too, he was awake last time.  He said he
kinda liked it, and thats why he didn't stop you," Justin whispered.  It was
clear to me that there was no way I was gonna convince this boy that he was
dreaming.  I got up, bare assed naked, and walked over to his bed.
  "You gonna tell on me?" I asked, as I began shaking with fear. 
  "Hehe," he laughed,..."No, if you suck my dick!" he answered.  Now, I am
almost sure my knees went numb, because I fell right on my ass. I can still
remember how cold the terazza floor was!!!  I worked my way back to my feet,
and placed one foot on the ladder leading upward to the top bunk.  Justin
must have figured I was on my way up because he layed back down and  pulled
the covers off himself.  

Pefection is a word most commonly used to describe one's favorite boys. I
feel it is over-used, as well as an understatement in this case.  Justin had
the biggest penis of any boy I have ever seen, or have ever even imagined.
 For an 11 year old, he was built like an adult.  I am not ashamed to admit
that he was bigger than me, at 21!!!
His penis was at least 5.5 inches.  Hard as a rock? Hell yes!  Both of us.
 Justin knew I wanted him badly.  It showed in the way he dominated the
situation.  I took it upon myself to lay on my stomach in between his legs,
with my nose in his crotch.  I could smell the lingering odor of his sweaty
underware that he never changed after his shower that night.  I tried to hook
my finger in his wastband, but was stopped.  I kinda figured he wanted me to
slowdown, so I stuck out my tongue and started licking the white cloth before
me, up and down the mountain his shaft made in his underware.  When it soaked
up all the saliva I could provide, he slowly pulled an inch or two of his
wastband down and showed me his head.  Oh god I wanted to rip his undies off
and suck him whole!!!!  But, I played along.  I gently licked his head, up
and around the rim, the piss hole and then back down to the cloth.  After a
few moments, I guess he was too horney to wait, so he pulled the rest of his
dick out all at once.  I looked up at him, looking for the approval in his
eyes, but when I saw nothing but his eyelids, I took that as approval enough.
 I raised up a bit, opened my mouth all the way, and slid down to base of his
penis.  As I recall, he had no hair yet, and his scrotum were very large.  I
almost had trouble fitting all of him in my mouth.  Up and down I went, slow,
then fast.  I would squeeze my lips together tightly forming a nice glove,
then continue my up and down motion making him squirm all over.  I began to
feel his ball sack thicken, and after 3 or so minutes of my bobbing up and
down on his smooth boymeat, his legs tensed up against my sides and he lifted
himself, propelling his rod farther into my throat.  It was a dry orgasm, but
one of the most exhausting I'd ever seen.  I held his boyhood in my mouth,
desperately hoping to be surprised with some boyjuice, but not a drop.  

Justin fell back to the bed, panting and breathing heavily. 
  "Justin, if you knew I was messing with you all this time, how come you
never told me before?" I asked him.
  "I was waiting to catch you in the act.  I was scared you would get mad and
go crazy." he answered.
  "Justin," I started, but was overcome with a love that only a boylover can
explain or understand.  "There's no way, in this entire world, that I would
ever, or could ever lay a hand on you or your brothers.  You guys are a
bigger part of my life than you can ever imagin." I said.
   Justin smiled, and shut his eyes.  Since it was customary for me to spend
the night when I babysat, I usually crawled in bed with one of the boys,
anyways.  I layed down next to the 11 year old and fell asleep.


***There are many more stories about me and these three boys, before I got
caught by Justin.  I'll only put them out by request.  If you liked this,
please let me know.