Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 01:13:59 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: The Mitchell Boys (Gay/AdultYouth)

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THE MITCHELL BOYS


The Mitchell boys have been a part of my life right from when they were
born.  I moved into my house seventeen years ago and was made very welcome
by my next-door neighbours, Wesley and Elvira Mitchell.  They always
chatted `over the garden wall', they often invited me to dinner and
generally made me feel `at home'.

I am a freelance computer programmer specialising in personalised packages
for small companies and I do all my work from home.  This is why I can
afford to live in such a big house in such a nice area, I don't have to
have separate business premises.

Wesley Mitchell was a barrister (attorney for those of you in the US) when
I first moved in and spent his spare time deep sea diving with Elvira.

About a year after I moved in Elvira became pregnant and nine months later
Michael was born, followed two years later by Martin and a year after that
by Matthew.

Around this time Wesley became disillusioned with the British judicial
system and decided he needed a change of career.  With Elvira's backing he
decided to become a professional diver and went to work on the North Sea
oil rigs, which meant that he was away from home for three months at a time
and then home for three weeks.  Before he went away for the first time he
asked me to look out for Elvira and the boys and I promised him that I
would.

After a few weeks I was having coffee with Elvira one morning and she told
me that she was missing adult conversation and was considering taking a
part-time job she had been offered for three hours three times a week at
the local doctor's surgery as a receptionist but would have to find
somebody to look after the boys.

I was pretty sure that she was sounding me out and I took the bait and said
that I would look after them while she went to work.

So it was I got to know the Mitchell boys.  I got to know them very well!
I fed them, cuddled them, allowed them to puke over my shoulder when I
winded them and, horror of horrors, changed their nappies (that's diapers
to those of you......).  I got to know them so well that they thought of me
as a `second father' and started calling me `Pops' (Wesley was very
definitely `DAD') unless they wanted something special when they called me
`Charlie' (and why not? It's my name!) .

As time went by and all three boys started school Elvira increased her
hours of work to full time so the boys came to me when they came home from
school and I gave them a drink and a snack and let them run riot in my
house and garden.  During the summer they would throw off their school
uniforms and play in their underwear and this eventually graduated to total
nudity and they were often seen running around as naked as the day they
were born.  They would even run out in front of the house, and the
neighbours just smiled, pleased to see such happy, carefree children
playing so well together.

Between Wesley, Elvira and myself the boys had been brought up nicely and
were (on the whole) very well behaved, polite and considerate.  This
doesn't mean that they didn't get up to a little mischief occasionally
(like when they superglued my garden shed door and I couldn't get it open).

As the school holidays rolled around Elvira's boss allowed her to take time
off to see to the boys until one year, when Michael was 15, Martin 13 and
Matthew 12, they were so short staffed that Elvira had to work through the
long summer holiday and I agreed to have the boys for the whole seven
weeks.

The holidays started well and the boys were out and about around the local
neighbourhood a lot of the time or around friends' houses.  I really didn't
mind what they were doing or where they went, as long as they let me know
where they were.

They were out on their bikes one morning about a week into the holidays
when the sky suddenly started to get blacker and blacker (by the way, did I
mention that the Mitchells were black? – the only black family in the
neighbourhood).  It got so black that you could be forgiven for thinking
that it was getting dark.  All of a sudden the heavens opened.  It started
as rain, huge droplets falling with great force, then it turned to
hailstones, almost the size of golf balls.  I kept a lookout for the boys
but hoped that they were sheltering somewhere.  Imagine my surprise when
three bedraggled, soaking wet boys rode their bikes into my driveway and
made their way round to my back door.  They stood in the middle of the
kitchen floor, dripping everywhere and puffing and panting from the effort
of the ride home.

`OK boys' I said `Get yourselves stripped off and get upstairs and have a
hot shower so you don't catch cold.  I'll put your things through the spin
dryer and then in the hot air drier and you should be able to wear them
again in about 90 minutes.  In the meantime I'll get some lunch on the go
and try to find something for you to wear.  There are clean towels in the
airing cupboard, help yourself.  Now, get upstairs and showered.'

The boys didn't think twice and stripped off in the kitchen.  Now, I hadn't
seen them naked for some time and what I saw I have to say I approved of.
Michael had developed physically into a young man, with nicely squared
shoulders, a smooth well-developed chest and cock that I would be happy
with myself with those tight, tight curls in the pubic area.  Martin was
still quite boyish but had a fair amount of pubic hair and Matthew was a
typical 12 year old with a boyish cock and half a dozen pubic hairs of
which he was exceptionally proud.  I laughed as it occurred to me that they
looked something like those Russian dolls which unscrew and it inside one
another.

As the boys went up the stairs I had the chance to inspect their bums,
which were all nicely bubble-shaped and eminently feelable.  Their whole
bodies gleamed like burnished ebony, I could tell that I would have to
watch myself very carefully.  (By the way, did I tell you I was gay?).

I gave the boys twenty minutes and there were hoots of laughter coming from
the bathroom so I went upstairs and had a hunt through my clothes and found
three pairs of shorts which would be far too big for them, but at least
they could cover their modesty.  "What modesty?" I asked myself as I walked
into the bathroom to find three erect penises wobbling about in front of
me.

Michael quickly turned away, embarrassed by his hardness.  Martin was not
quite so embarrassed and covered his cock with his hands.  Matthew,
however, stood there proudly exhibiting his stiffy for me to gaze upon at
leisure.

`Don't be embarrassed, boys' I said `it happens to me as well sometimes.'

I offered them the shorts and Matthew said `Aw, do we have to wear those?
Can't we go naked like we used to?'

`Be my guest' I told him, but don't go exposing yourself to the neighbours
like you used to, I think they may take exception to seeing you as you are
now.  Not that there's anything wrong with you, I think you're all very
attractive boys'.  (Be careful what you say, Charlie).  Matthew handed the
shorts back to me and strode from the room.  Martin followed him carrying
the shorts and Michael put on the shorts and followed them downstairs.

We went into the sitting room and the boys sat themselves down in front of
the television and flicked through the channels to see what was on.  They
knew where to find the videos and DVD's if there was nothing that took
their fancy on TV.

They eventually settled in the remake of `The Blue Lagoon' which was part
way through on Sky movies starring Brooke Shields and Chris Atkins.

I went into the kitchen and finished making lunch, banana and peanut butter
sandwiches (a favourite of the Mitchell boys) and strawberry milk shakes,
then took them into the sitting room and put them on the coffee table.

I sat in the armchair with my back to the front window where I could see
all three of the boys.  Matthew was intent on watching the film and didn't
realise he was stroking his cock with one hand while eating his sandwich by
the other.  It didn't escape Michael's attention, however, and he cleared
his throat noisily.  Matthew looked at him and he nodded towards Matthew's
crutch and shook his head.

Matthew, being Matthew, just shrugged his shoulders and carried on
stroking.  I have to confess at this point that my own cock was fighting a
desperate battle to free itself from the constraints of my underpants, so
much so that it was becoming painful.  I went into the kitchen and quickly
slipped off my shorts, removed my underpants and slipped my shorts back on.
It meant that my erection was more obvious but it made things a hell of a
lot more comfortable.  I slipped back into the living room and into the
armchair to find that the film was reaching one of its sexy scenes and the
boys were glued to the screen.  Naturally, my eyes were glued to them and I
could already see that Martin's cock was rising to the occasion and his
hand was resting lightly on the tip.

Michael glanced at both of his brothers and at me, and then turned his eyes
back towards the screen.  His hand wandered to his crutch and rearranged
himself, then he removed his hand again.  There was a nice bulge appearing
and increasing in size by the second.  Martin began to copy his younger
brother's stroking movements and he was now almost fully erect.

Michael got up from the settee saying `I have to pee' and disappeared
quickly from the room.  I really thought that he had gone for a jerk off,
but he reappeared about a minute later, but this time he had removed his
shorts but was carrying them in front of his obviously erect cock.

As the scenes got hotter and hotter the two younger boys we openly
masturbating and Michael was not very far behind them.  He had abandoned
all pretence of hiding behind the shorts and was massaging his balls and
the lower part of his cock, which was still growing by the second.

I stood, revealing the huge bulge in my own shorts and moved a box of
tissues from the window sill on to the coffee table so it was in easy
reach.  Matthews's breath was now coming in short, staccato bursts and he
was very close to climaxing.  Martin was curling his toes, arching his back
slightly and wanking so hard that his hand was just a blur.

Michael was paying less and less attention to the television and his eyes
were going too and fro between his two brothers and occasionally watching
what was going on in between my legs.  As everything now seemed to be out
in the open, I lifted my arse from my armchair and slipped my shorts down
to my knees.  Michael stood and walked across to me and sat next to me in
the chair.  There was no room to spare and we were in contact the whole
length of our bodies.

I looked across at the other two boys just in time to see Martin's first
spurt of cum shoot straight from the end of his cock and land on the coffee
table.  Seeing this, young Matthew climaxed and his first rope of seed
landed on the carpet.  Then Martin's second and third spurts joined
Matthew's on the carpet and the remainder of both boys' love juice ran down
their cocks, over their hands and into their pubic hairs.

Of course, this display caused both Michaela and myself to become very,
very aroused and, without speaking, we each took the other's cock and
within seconds we came together, spraying our faces, chests, arms and hands
with each other's seed.

All interest in the television had now been lost and we sat there looking
at one another.

`Wow boys', I said, `Is this what you all get up to when you're feeling
randy?'

`Yes' aid Martin `we often get together, either two of us or all of us.
Michael has a boyfriend at school as well'

`Shut up dickbrain' said Michael, `trust you to give the game away'.

`Well, boys' I said `If only I'd known before!'

`You're not going to tell mum and dad on us are you Charlie?' said Michael.

`How could I?' I said `without giving the game away about myself.'

By this time we had all softened considerably and I was about to suggest we
clean ourselves up when Matthew asked `Do you want a blow job, Charlie?
Martin gives the best ones.  He's got the biggest mouth and a really long
tongue.'

The two older boys tried to shush him, but he had already spilt the beans.

`Well' I said `what do you say we adjourn to my bedroom and see how the
afternoon goes and it may give us some ideas of what we can do for the rest
of the school holidays!'

Those next six weeks were the most exhausting of my life, even though a
great deal of my time, day and night, was spent in bed.  I will be
eternally grateful to those three wonderful, handsome, obliging, lovable
little black boys.  What happned I will leave to your imagination!

The Colonel

I hope you have enjoyed this short story and please feel free to contact me
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