Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 16:51:16 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 3

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LITTLE ADVENTURES 3:


GREG'S CHOICE


(1)


I must admit that I was amazed when I saw Ryan's brother, Harry.  He really
is one of the most adorable boys I have ever seen.  Oh, he's no Ryan,
that's for sure, but there was something about the dark haired
boy. Something I wanted to explore a little more closely.


"Harry, tell me more about yourself."  I asked.  I couldn't take my eyes
off of the boy.  I'm sure Ryan was getting pretty jealous of the attention
I was giving his brother but I just couldn't help myself.


"I like soccer, computers, and comic books.  I love cartoons and reading
regular novels too."  The boy pulled a bit of steak from his fork with his
teeth.


"Nice hobbies.  I'm a bit of a comic book fan and collector as well."  I
said.


"Cool."  The boy replied.


"Ryan, how was your afternoon?"  The boys' father asked.


"Very filling."  Ryan replied with a sly grin.


Mike, he had asked me to call him that while the boys were in their heir
room, looked at me with a smile of his own.  "I just bet it was."


"I guess you find us very unusual don't you, Greg?"  Mike asked.  He had
finished his dinner and was working on a cold Corona.  The beer bottle was
half empty after the second swallow.


"Well, I must admit that I have not been around many fathers and sons who
share as much as all of you do.  I've never been with many boys who are as
passionate as Ryan either, for that matter."  I replied.


The man laughed.  "I suppose not.  I guess you would like to become more
friendly with Harry now?  See how he compares with his brother."  Mike had
a smile on his face that was very uncomfortable to look at.  Something was
on the man's mind and it bothered me.


"Well, that would be up to Harry.  I have a rule about not making plans to
be with anyone unless they ask me first.  Boys have to want to be loved
rather than be made to."  I said.  I had always felt the same way about my
involvement with the boys I had experiences with over the years.  I would
let them know that they were wanted, if they wanted physical attention from
me, they knew where to find me.  I had rarely been left waiting for one to
approach.


"Son, how do you like Greg?"  Mike asked Harry.


"He's pretty neat.  Ryan says he is real fun and caring to.  I'd like to
talk to him more first, though."  Harry said.  He looked to me to see if I
would be annoyed at his minor rejection.


"I can live with that."  I said with a smile.  If the boy liked me, we
would have an experience together, if not, well, there was always Ryan who
had expressed avid interest in a replay of our afternoon delights.  Plus,
there was Mike who had been giving me the eye since I first met him in the
he parking lot.  I didn't see myself lacking for a sexual partner for the
remainder of the evening so I had myself a win, win situation.


"Great."  Harry said.


Mike nodded in, what looked like, appreciation for a situation handled well
on all accounts.  He was certainly an interesting man, with very unusual
sons; sons he obviously loved a great deal.  It would be an entertaining
adventure getting to know these boys.  I wasn't really enthused about
becoming involved with Mike though.  Not that I didn't find him attractive,
or that I passed on sex with adult men.  I just wasn't sure about the man,
not yet.


"Have you got a lot of homework, Ryan?"  Mike asked.


"A bit, nothing I can't knock out in study hall tomorrow."


"Harry?"


"Finished it already," Harry replied before returning to his meal.  He had
nearly devoured the entire steak and the baked potato in the time I had
been talking to his father.


"Excellent."  Mike said.  He stood up.  "Want a beer, Greg?"


"I'll pass.  Thanks though." I replied, "I don't like drinking too much
before I engage in sex, makes me cloudy headed and reckless if I drink too
much."


"A soda then."  He asked. "It is probably a good idea to stay clear
headed. Accidents can happen."


>From the look on Mike's face I could tell he was remembering what might
have been a bad encounter at some point due to alcohol.


"I'll take a Coke, sure."  I replied.


Mike went into the house, carrying his plate and tea glass.  He looked at
Ryan and the boy picked up his dishes and followed his father into the
house.  They closed the sliding glass door, leaving me alone with the very
attractive Harry Potter clone.


Harry finished his steak and pushed his plate forward on the table.  "I
guess that's our cue to get to know each other better.  Dad isn't terribly
subtle about some things and Ryan is kinda slow on the uptake but they mean
well."


"You speak very well, Harry; A sign of a good education."


"I am interested in you.  I wouldn't even mind having sex with you, not if
you're as attentive as Ryan told me."  The boy said.  He had a sly grin on
his gorgeous little face.


"Thank you, Harry.  I like you a great deal as well, and yes, I would be
just as attentive to you as I was to your brother."  I said as I looked up
toward the kitchen window.  I had felt like I was being watched, and sure
enough, I saw both Ryan and Mike watching us from the kitchen.  I raised a
hand and waved to them.  They left the window pretty quickly once they knew
they had been spotted.


"They were watching, right?"  Harry said.  He shook his head and laughed a
bit.


"You know my dad has a thing for you, right?"  Harry asked after a moment
of silence.


"I got that, yeah."  I replied.  I didn't want to show that I wasn't as
interested in a one on one with Mike as the man obviously hoped I would be
and I didn't want that spoiling my chances with Harry.


"You don't feel the same."  Harry said, flat voiced.  "I can tell these
things.  Just a gift, I guess."


"Interesting gift."  I replied.  I was more than a little flustered that
this twelve year old boy had read me so easily.


"I'm sorry, Greg.  I didn't mean to offend you."  Harry said.  He looked
worried.


"Not offended, buddy.  Taken off balance, yeah, but not offended.  I doubt
that either of you boys could offend or anger me, not for long anyway."


"Ryan gets that a lot.  He is such a slut sometimes."  Harry shook his head
again.


"That's not a very nice thing to say about your brother, Harry."  I said. I
wasn't sure what to think about his comment.  Ryan is certainly adventurous
and more than a bit amorous but I hardly think he is a slut.


"I know; he just upsets me with his tricks sometimes.  No offense."


"None taken."  I replied.  I was beginning to feel like it was really Harry
that had the brains in this family; that if any of them were worth my time,
it would be him rather than Ryan, or Mike who had no chance at all compared
with his sons.


"I guess I'm jealous of Ryan's adventures.  He tells me about many of them
and they sound like so much fun.  I feel guilty because I want to be the
one that gets to pick up guys and enjoy sex with them."


"Don't you enjoy the sex?"


"Oh, I love it, most of the time.  I like to just be held a lot too,
cuddling up and just feeling someone next to me.  I know how weird that
sounds coming from someone my age."  Harry said looking away from me for
the first time.


"I don't think it's all that weird, Harry.  I often feel the same way.
It's like there is so much more to being with someone than just physical
sexual activity."


"Exactly."  Harry said.  He looked back at me again.  "You are the only
person that has ever understood and not acted like I was a nut or
something.  Dad calls me a hopeless romantic."


"What does Ryan call you?"  I asked.  My curiosity with this boy grew the
more he said.


"He usually just holds me and lets me cuddle up to him.  Sometimes he
returns the affection the way I feel it but others he just does it to
please me.  Ryan really does love me, he just doesn't relate to me very
well."  Harry said. He pushed his glasses up his perfectly shaped nose.


"I would love to just spend the night with you, Harry, even if we did
nothing but cuddle and kiss."


"I would like that as well, Greg."  Harry replied.  He smiled for the first
time in, what felt like, hours.  It was like looking right at a beautiful
sunset or sunrise.


(2)


Mike allowed Harry to spend the night with me at my home.  It was a
Saturday so there would be no school the following day.  Come to think of
it, it was summer so there would be no school for many weeks yet.


I began by showing him around the house, more of a tour than I had given
his brother earlier that day, actually.  He seemed to be impressed with the
art and the books I own.  He also made mention of his liking of the
furniture and general design of the house.  This was easily the most
enjoyable time I had ever spent with a boy his age when sex was not an
issue.  Actually, he was a bit too young for my usual tastes.  His brother
barely met the age range I prefer.


"Where is your comic book collection?"  Harry asked as he wandered around
my living room.


"It's in the basement.  I had the space designed specifically as a storage
room with the collection in mind. It is well ventilated so it's never too
cold or too hot; sealed tight to prevent water or humidity as well."


"Nice.  You have a real respect for your things.  I wish Ryan and dad had
that outlook.  They tend to be a little more rough and tumble with their
things."


We spent nearly two hours in the comic book room. He admired many comics as
well as the various signed prints and special collectibles.  I don't think
he ever imagined an individual person owning and displaying such a
collection with pride.


Around one in the morning I led him upstairs to my bedroom.  Not the small
room off of the den I had taken Ryan to.  I hadn't cleaned the sheets in
there anyway.  I have rarely slept in that room in fact.  Only when I had a
spend the night friend over, which was rare because of the dangers involved
with such an activity.  I may enjoy the company of young boys but I am not
reckless or stupid about it.


"This is nice."  Harry said as he walked around my master bedroom.  It's
probably the largest room in the house next to the den, where I sleep and
where I read are two of my most treasured rooms.  I have a great kitchen
too but that's beside the point.


"Thanks.  I spent a lot of time making the choices for this room.  I wanted
it to be the most comfortable room in the house because I spend a great
deal of my time here."


I sat on the small couch which faces the bedroom door.  There are two arm
chairs across from it and to the far right is the king size bed and to the
left is the entertainment center.  I really do spend a lot of time in here,
much more than the den at times.


Harry sat on the bed and yawned.  He stretched before pulling his shirt off
and tossing it on a chair near the bathroom door.


I watched as the boy pulled off his shoes and socks, then his shorts.  I
noticed he hadn't been wearing underwear.  Naked, he stood up and walked
over to me.  His body was like a porcelain statue, perfect in every
way. Smooth skin, slight curves where they were most desirable.


"You are a beautiful boy, Harry."  I said in amazement.


"Thanks."  He said.  He went to his knees on the carpet and began to untie
my shoes.  He removed each show, then sock placing them in the shoe for
that foot.  He stood back up and began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing.
I can't describe how erotic this was to me.  I had experienced my young
friends undressing me before but never with such care and attention.


Harry worked quietly as he encouraged me to stand up.  I did so and he
un-hooked my belt and slid the zipper down on my jeans before popping the
button. His hands slid my pants down my legs and I stepped out of them as
he began to fold and lay them on the back of the couch with my shirt, which
he had also folded.  I was amazed!  I didn't undress with this much care
for details when I was alone.


By this time I had a full blown hard-on.  There was no way to hide it and I
didn't even care to try.  The boy didn't seem the least bit put off by my
show of sexual arousal.  He simply began to slide my boxer briefs down,
taking great care when he moved my hard cock so that it wouldn't get caught
in the waistband.  His hands moved the underwear down and I stepped out of
them.  He folded them and placed them on top of the jeans.


There we were, both stark naked, both sporting hard cocks.  He only had
about four inches of cock but I'm sure that would grow as soon as puberty
took hold.  His brother, only two years older, sported a nice five plus
inches.  I remembered Ryan telling me that Harry was not his father's son
so there is no telling how the boy would develop.  I had a strong feeling
it would be nicely.  He could very likely wind up much more desirable than
his brother within the next six years or so.


I'm not putting Ryan down in any way.  His body is just as perfect for his
age as Harry's is for his.  Both boys were highly attractive in very
different ways.  Ryan is the kind of boy I could become monogamous with,
but so is Harry.  It would be interesting to see how my relationship with
the two brothers, and with their father, developed in the coming days and
weeks.


"I guess I know what you want to do."  Harry said with a smile that
reminded me so much of his brother.


"You look ready to go too, kiddo."  I replied with a laugh.


"Yeah, I guess I am."  His eyes roamed my body, centering on my genitals.


I am not the best hung man in the world but I have a fair seven inches or
so and I keep my pubes well-trimmed.  I even go to a special hair care
professional who handles the hair on my lower back and ass.  Someone I pay
well to make sure that I remain smooth in all the right places.


"I like your dick."  Harry said as he watched it throb up and down slightly
with my excitement.


"I like yours as well."  I replied.


It's not as large as dad's but it is a bit bigger than Ryan's.  I believe
it will fill me well without causing much pain."  He reached out to touch
my hard cock but stopped, looking up at me.


I nodded approval and he wrapped a hand around my penis.  His fingers
barely made it all the way around to touch each other.  With thumb and
forefinger he began sliding his hand up and down my shaft.  I could tell he
was trying to figure out why the skin was so loose.


"I have always had a little more skin.  When I was circumcised the doctor
didn't remove enough of the foreskin."  I explained.


"Interesting," Harry replied.  He went back down to his knees and began to
lick my smooth balls and the underside of my cock as he continued to jack
me off slowly.


I enjoyed the way he was handling my tool though I knew at this rate, I
would last for hours before shooting; which, I guess, is a good thing in
this case.


Without warning, Harry took the better part of my cock into his mouth and
began to tongue the head of my cock, working his mouth around the fleshy
helmet and down the shaft.  He worked this way for several minutes as he
took the rest of me into his mouth and I could feel when my cock head
passed into his tender young throat.  The boy didn't gag in the least bit.


I looked down at this seductive, black haired boy who, wearing only his
glasses, was working my cock so perfectly with his mouth, tongue and
throat.  Harry, I decided, was easily a better oral performer than Ryan had
been, yet I could tell that it was his brother that had taught him the fine
art of cock sucking.  Both teacher and student received an A+ in my book. I
think that the difference is the care with which Harry works; Ryan is much
more passionate and active, not taking the time and care to use his tongue
to examine my cock from end to base as closely as Harry was doing now.
There is something to be said for variety and style where oral sex is
concerned.


I placed my hands on Harry's head, not speeding him up or slowing him down,
just to touch him.  I let him guide the way he worked, making my cock feel
loved, caressing it with his lips and tongue.  I no longer believed it
would be hours the way he was working it.  Maybe another fifteen minutes
would do the trick, hell, maybe fifteen seconds!


Harry stopped, pulled off and stood, keeping my hard, spit slick cock in
his right hand.  He walked over to the large bed leading me like a dog on a
leash.  This twelve year old boy was a master of seduction.


I lay down and he climbed up on the bed with his legs pointed toward my
head.  He replaced his hand with his warm, inviting mouth again and took my
rod deeper than he had before.


Looking at his perfect little ass I had to play with it.  I pulled him back
on my body just enough to reach those perfect mounds, pushing them apart
slowly.


Harry spread his legs wide once he understood what I was after.


His pink hole was nearly winking at me already.  I ran my tongue up the
crease of his ass, licking the hole with great care.  I could hear the boy
moan around my cock as I began to work his puckered sphincter, getting my
tongue into the tightly muscled ring.  The boy tasted clean, with only a
hint of sweat and soap.  There was a twinge of boy musk, not fully
developed yet, but a distinct smell that was like the sweetest flower.


My cock began to throb heavily as I felt the load working up the slightly
better than average shaft.  I could tell that Harry knew it was coming as
well because he pulled back on my cock until just the head and an inch or
so was in his mouth.  I tensed up and began to shoot wad after wad of thick
cum into the boy's mouth.


Harry worked my erupting cock with love and respect as he managed to get
the last drops of my load out and down his throat.  I don't believe the boy
missed a drop.


Harry didn't remove his mouth from my rapidly deflating cock for several
seconds.  I could feel his tongue cleaning my head and shaft of any
remaining semen.  He pulled off and I was forced to stop my working of his
perfect ass.


"That was the best blowjob I think I have ever had, Harry.  Thank you so
much."


Harry turned his body, smiling at me.  "I enjoyed it as well, Greg.  Would
you suck mine now?"


"Absolutely!"  I replied.


The boy moved quickly, much more so than he had since we had entered the
bedroom, getting over beside me on his back.  He spread his legs and bent
them slightly at the knees.


I certainly couldn't ignore such an incredible sight so I rolled over,
placing myself between his baby smooth thighs and began to lick the small
testicles.  The slightly wrinkled skin moved around over the balls, making
Harry laugh.


"Tickles."  He said.


"I can stop."  I teased.


"No, please don't!"  He exclaimed quickly.


I lowered my head back down and took his small, very erect penis in my
mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the boy
squirm with pleasure.


Harry began to raise his hips, pushing himself against my face, trying to
fuck my mouth as best he could with what he had to offer.


As with his oral stimulation of my cock, I let him guide my pleasuring of
his.  Being twelve, I knew that if he shot anything it would be a minimal
amount of clear liquid.  I was a bit surprised when a few moments later he
tensed and an actual shot of pure cum hit my tongue.  I licked around the
piss slit until I was able to pull out another tiny drop.


Harry moaned as he shot his load.  His legs were now around my neck, ankles
locked behind my head.


I pulled up and he removed his legs.  I moved back to my side and looked
down at the boy.  He looked as though he would drop off to sleep within
seconds.


Harry moved to his side and backed himself up against my chest and crotch,
working until he got my semi-hard cock buried between his small butt
cheeks.


"Night, Greg."  He said softly.


"Good night, my little lover boy."  I kissed the top of his head and
wrapped my right arm over his side, placing it palm flat against the boy's
chest; feeling his heart beat slowing down.  I was right, seconds later,
Harry dropped off into a deep, well deserved sleep.  I followed very soon
after.


(3)


I woke up to the smell of frying bacon.  I remembered that Harry had spent
the night with me and I wasn't expecting Harriet, my twice a week maid,
until tomorrow.  I opened my eyes and found myself alone in my king size
bed. There was some sun coming in through the blinds but not much.


I climbed out of bed, pulled on a robe and went to the bathroom to take
care of my piss hard cock.  Finished with that, I went downstairs and into
the kitchen.


Harry stood by the stove lifting freshly cooked bacon from a pan onto a
napkin covered plate.  He was wearing white briefs and nothing else.  His
body was very defined for his age, though it would still be years before
all the baby fat dissolved and the real muscle definition began to show.
His back was slightly tanned, though nothing like his brother's.  He had a
pert little butt, tightly held in the traditional briefs boys his age wore.
I suspected that he probably had underwear that was a lot sexier than that
but he didn't seem the type to wear that kind of thing very often.  His
Harry Potter glasses made his eyes stand out, the lush green color
sparkling under the fluorescent kitchen lighting.


In all the years I've let myself enjoy the company of boys, none have ever
cooked breakfast for me.  I kind of liked it.


"Busy little bee, aren't you?"  I said as I took a seat at the round table
in the breakfast nook.  The large window over the table gave the sun a
solid chance to light up the room.  I looked out over the back yard, the
swimming pool and into the neighbor's back yard.  Ben Chambers, the kid
that lived there with his parents, was mowing the lawn in a pair of speedos
and tennis shoes.  It reminded me that I really needed to introduce myself
to the new neighbors before much longer.


"I like to fix breakfast on weekends."  Harry said.  He moved the hot pan
to a cool eye and turned to face me.  There was a sheen of grease and sweat
on his face and chest.  "How do you like your eggs?"


"I'll fix the eggs, pal, you pour the juice and put the toast in the
machine for me."  I stood up and walked over to the sexy twelve year old
boy.  I took his face in my hand and kissed him, softly.


"Yes, sir."  He said with a smile.


"How do you, like your eggs?"  I asked, teasing.


"Over easy, please.  Not too runny though, I hate runny."


"You got it bud."  I went to the fridge and removed the eggs and went to
helping Harry finish up our morning meal.  I hoped he got some energy from
all this because if he was interested in what I had in mind, he would need
it.


Dishes washed and placed in the cabinet, we walked back to my bedroom.  It
was great to just spend time with this boy.  He was much smarter than his
brother but Ryan still had that sexy, sneakiness to him that I really
admire.  Harry was much more reserved and somewhat methodical, but still
very fun to be with in bed; two brothers, different in every way imaginable
way, yet both utterly adorable.  How did I get this lucky two days in a
row?


"What would you like to do today?"  I asked.


"Hmm, I think I'd like to go swimming..." He paused, looked back at me and
continued, "after we have sex again."  He said.  He laughed and it was like
being with Ryan again.  Maybe this little sucker had a few tricks up his
sleeve after all.


"I was hoping you would say that."  I replied.  I removed my robe and
tossed it to the floor.  My cock was already hard and throbbing.  I have a
nice package, not what I would like to have, of course, who does have what
they want in that department?


"I thought you might."  He sat up on the bed.  "Want me to blow you again?
Or..."  He smiled, seductively.  This kid had definitely been taking
lessons from his brother.  It was like being with a totally different boy
than last night.  He seemed more comfortable, and much more confident.


"Harry?"  I asked.  I approached the bed and sat beside him.  I pinched his
right nipple between my thumb and finger and twisted it a little, not hard,
but just enough. "Am I the first person, outside of Ryan and your dad, to
have sex with you?"


"Yeah, does it show?"  He asked.  He seemed to have become withdrawn again.


"Not much.  I was just thinking about how much different you are from last
night."


"Which do you like better?"  He looked at me, as if wanting me to tell him
how to proceed.


"I like you, whatever makes you comfortable I'm happy with."


"I kind of like things a little more romantic.  I know Ryan is more of a
tease and likes to play rough sometimes; that just isn't me."  He answered.
He smiled again letting me know he was okay.


"Then that is how it shall be."  I replied.  I took his chin in my hand
again and kissed him, much more deeply and with heartfelt passion.


Harry moved against me, letting his body relax into mine.  His hands went
around my neck and he put his knees on either side of my thighs, lowering
himself to my lap.


We remained that way, kissing for a long time; tongues mingling together,
mixing our juices.


After a while my back began to cramp so I lay back against the bed, pulling
Harry down on top of me.  His chest was so warm against mine.


There was still a bit of sweat and grease from cooking, making him slip
when he moved around to get comfortable.


"This is nice, Greg.  Dad and Ryan aren't much for foreplay and kissing and
stuff.  They are nice and loving, just not as emotional about it as you."


"Thanks buddy."  I said, smiling.  "I like being with you this way too." I
moved my hands down his back, feeling his spine through the soft skin, I
rested them on each of the boys butt cheeks, squeezing them every so often
just to enjoy the feeling.


"That feels so good."  Harry said.  He looked at me through those cute
glasses.  He moved a hand up to his face and removed them, placing the
glasses, arms folded, down on the bedside table.


I continued to fondle his bubble butt, slowly moving the tight white undies
down over the cheeks.  With help from Harry, I slid the whites down as far
as I could, leaving his smooth naked body against mine.


"Take them off, Harry."  I said to him.


He got to his knees and rolled over, kicking the underwear off and on to
the floor.  He moved back on to my chest and began kissing his way down to
my seven inch cock. He took the head in his mouth and began to work the way
he had the night before, making me feel like I was in heaven with each pass
of those sexy lips.


"Keep that up and I won't be able to last long."  I said.


Harry came up off my cock and smiled.  He moved over to his back beside me
and pulled his legs up with knees to chest.


I moved myself into position and sucked his boy cock into my mouth.  It was
about 4 inches or so but it had some width to it; A short fatty to be sure.
There was no pubic hair yet so his mound was still baby smooth to the
touch.  His balls were tight to his body, just beginning to drop.  This boy
was going to have a long, fat cock and nice balls when he got older, his
asshole, small and pink, just a puckered center.  I knew that he had been
fucked before but it was hard to see how with a hole as small and tight as
this one.


I licked up and down the crack, every so often passing my tongue over the
hole, playing with it with my tongue.  I listened to the boy's moans as I
continued to service his anus.  It only took a few slow jabs to get my
tongue into the puckered hole.  Harry squirmed around under me, moaning and
gripping his legs tight.


With a bit of lube from the dresser, I entered the beautiful canal with one
finger, slipping it in to the first knuckle.  This didn't seem to bother
him so I slipped the finger in as far as I could and began to move it
around, searching for the special spot on his prostate that would send real
pleasure through his body.  I found it and was rewarded by a jump from
Harry and a nice tightness around my finger.  I began to pull out and push
back in, loosening the anus so that I could get myself inside of him
easier.


I wasn't sure what to expect when I pushed my cock in.  The head slipped in
past the muscle, pulling a small scream from the boy.  He relaxed under me
as I slipped more of my cock into his ass.  It didn't take long to hit
bottom and I rested there, letting him adjust to the invasion.


Harry smiled at me and nodded that he was okay, and ready.


I pulled almost out and sunk back in, building speed with each down
slide. I felt his tightness wrap around me, heating my hard dick as I
continued to thrust into this hot young boy.  His responses were much the
same as his brother's.  Both boys had the same passion and fire for what
they were doing, or rather allowing to be done to them.  Harry pushed his
ass hard on my dick as I started to go in again, taking my cock even deeper
than before.


"That feels good!"  He yelled.


I laughed as I began to pick up speed.  My body was tensing up and I could
feel myself swelling even more inside the boy.  His ass, wrapping around
the shaft of my cock held me in place as Harry shot his load on my
chest. That was all I needed to see.  The boy had produced just a small bit
of clear liquid but it got my own juices pumping and I filled his ass with
my cum, shot after shot went into his guts and he kept tensing the muscle,
milking me as I shot my final rounds inside his bowels.


With a contented sigh, I rolled over to my back and pulled Harry close to
me.  I entered his mouth with my tongue, kissing him with as much energy as
I had left after the incredible fuck he had given me.


"Your dad and Ryan will be here soon."  I said as I looked at the clock. An
hour had passed since I had emptied myself into this child.


"Yeah, I know.  That was great, Greg.  Thanks."  He kissed me softly and
pulled away.


"You better believe it was!"  I said.


"You going to fuck my dad too?  I'm sure he wants you too."


"I doubt it.  I will if I have to, to be able to be with you and Ryan again
though."  I answered.  The boys' father was an attractive man but not
really my type.  I have been with guys in their twenties and even a few in
their thirties but with few exceptions the sex wasn't as pleasing as when I
was with a boy.  My preference has always been between thirteen to
seventeen year old boys; sometimes a little older, sometimes a little
younger but not much variation on the age range.


I heard the doorbell ring downstairs so I moved to the bedside table and
pushed the intercom which would let me talk to whomever was at the door.


"That you Ryan?"  I asked.


"Yeah, It's us."  Ryan replied.


I pushed the button to unlock the door and told them to come on up to the
bedroom.


I pulled Harry back against me, resting my semi-hard cock between his
cheeks.


Ryan entered the room.  "Looks like you two had a good time."  He sniffed
and looked around.  "Smells like it too!"


Harry laughed at his brother's joke and I did as well.


"Where's your dad?"  I asked, moving back away from Harry and on to my back
again.  I didn't want it to be that obvious that I had been fucking his
twelve year old son only an hour before.


"He had to leave; got a call as we were about to come in.  He said we could
stay as long as we want or, if you have other plans, you can just leave us
at home."  Ryan pulled his shirt over his head.


I looked at the luscious body of the fourteen year old.  Even knowing what
his body looked like, I was still awed at the sheer beauty of the blond
god.


"You don't have other plans, do you?"  Ryan said as he slipped the running
shorts down his tanned legs.  He was not wearing underwear.


"No, no plans."  I said.


Harry looked from me to his brother and back again.


I could see that he was unsure of my reaction.  I hoped he didn't feel like
I favored his brother over him.  If I had to choose, I don't think I would
be able to do it.


"You good, bro?"  Ryan asked Harry as he got on the bed and moved closer to
the younger boy.


"Yeah, I'm good.  He said.  His face lit up with that precious smile again.


"Excellent!"  Ryan said.  He dropped down on the other side of Harry and
they began to kiss and wrestle around.


I laid there, enjoying the show as these two boys rough housed, bare naked,
right next to me.  It wasn't long before my cock was hard as stone again.


"I have an idea."  I said as I grabbed the lube.  "Ryan, you fuck Harry
while I fuck you.  That way I can push in and effectively be fucking you
both at once."  I had only tried the trick a few times but it had always
been a blast.


"Cool."  Ryan said.  He took the tube of KY and used a modest amount to
slick his cock up good.


Harry returned to his back and pulled his legs back as Ryan got between
them.  He put his cock at the slightly red, cum filled hole and pushed in
with none of the preparation I had done before him.


Watching this annoyed me a bit because I didn't like the pained look on
Harry's face when his brother had so roughly entered him.


I got to my knees behind Ryan and greased my cock and his ass but I didn't
go to the trouble of rimming him as he hadn't done the same for Harry.  I
pushed into the boy's tight hole with a little more force than I had meant
to and he yelled out.


"Sorry, babe."  I replied, not sure if I was really sorry or not.  I
suppose I was because I hate hurting the boys.  I want them to have
pleasure from our experiences as well.  It's never any fun if it's one
sided.


"I'm okay, just took me by surprise is all."  Ryan said.  He turned his
head slightly to look at me.


I moved in close and kissed his pretty lips.


I began thrusting in and pulling out of the boy, forcing him down into his
brother's ass.  I felt the tight warmth of Ryan's hot ass as I continued to
pummeling it with my cock, feeling my heavy balls slap against the back of
his.


Harry moaned as I fucked Ryan, pushing one boy into the other with growing
speed.  It wasn't going to take me long to blow since I had already lost a
load to Harry earlier.


I could feel Ryan trying to control the action and slowed up, letting the
boy have his way for a bit.  Truth to tell, I was pretty tired from my
morning's exercises.


Ryan bucked himself up on my cock and slammed down into his brother's nice
bubble butt, making Harry moan with pleasure with each down thrust.


The boys began kissing each other as Ryan slowed down to a more leisurely
pace which gave me leave to speed up again.  I pushed in and began to pound
into Ryan as hard as I could.  I felt the stretching of the boy's anus as
it formed around my cock with each pull out and thrust in.


Ryan began to get tight so I knew he was about to send his seed to join
mine in the confines of his brother's ass.


I felt my own load slam through my cock, shooting into Ryan's ass with more
force than I had into Harry's.


We both collapsed onto Harry before I rolled one direction and Ryan moved
the other, relieving the pressure on the young boy.


"God!  That was in-fucking-credible!"  Ryan said.  His hand was jacking
Harry's small cock, trying to get his brother off.


I could hear the younger boy's ragged breathing and felt a little
worried. I remembered that Ryan had told me his brother has bad asthma.


"You okay, bud?"  I asked.  I placed a hand on the twelve year Old's chest,
feeling the rapid beating of his heart.


"Yeah," Harry gasped.  He was sweating a good bit I could tell from his
body movements that he was about to shoot.


A very small bit of clear liquid seeped out on to Ryan's hand as the boy
had his orgasm.  For such a young boy I was amazed he could shoot at all,
mush less twice in just over an hour.


"Wow," Harry said.  He closed his eyes and relaxed.


Ryan and I looked at each other moments later as we both realized the boy
had gone right to sleep.


I nodded toward the bathroom and got out of bed.


Ryan followed after pulling the sheet up over his brother.


"That was some scene."  Ryan said as he closed the bathroom door.


"You did something that bothers me, Ryan."  I said.  I sat on the counter
between the dual sinks.


Ryan looked confused. "What?"


"When you entered Harry, you didn't rim him or finger him to make sure he
was loose enough to be fucked."  I replied.


"Fuck, I forgot."  Ryan said.  He looked back to the bathroom door.  "I
didn't mean to forget, I guess I got too excited."  He paused before
speaking again.  "You didn't do those things to me either."


"No, I didn't."  I replied.  I had my arms crossed over my chest.


"I get it, that was your way of reminding me of what I should have
remembered."


"You guessed it.  I really am sorry though.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  I
was annoyed and took it out on you and that was wrong.  I should have just
waited and had this conversation with you."


"It's okay, dude.  I understand.  Hell, dad never rims either of
us. Sometimes he'll finger us a while before he rams in though; depending
on how horny he is."


"You know why that's wrong, don't you?"  I asked.


"It can cause damage?"


"Exactly."  I replied.  I stood and walked over to the teenager, pulling
him into my arms.  I pulled his face up to mine and we kissed deeply.


There was a knock and Harry rushed into the room and made his way to the
toilet.  He turned sat and passed all the cum and probably a good bit more
out of his bowels with a putrid fart.


Ryan and I laughed and, once finished Harry did as well.


"Let's shower and go for a swim guys."  I said.


"Coolness!"  Both boys said together.


I turned the shower on and we all moved into the spacious unit to get clean
before enjoying our after sex swim.