Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:43:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Noone Special <nonespecial@ymail.com> Subject: Portraits of a Boy 5 [Insert generic disclaimer] "Why can't we watch it in the morning, Lynn?" I yawned as the older boy grabbed my wrist and led me down the stairs in a nervous combination of stealth and haste. "Just trust me, Jimmy, we have to watch it when mom is asleep." I rubbed my eyes tiredly with my free hand and allowed him to seat me in the plush leather couch. I readjusted the stiff and uncomfortable fabric of my never-before-worn pajamas; Doug had gotten them for me just for this little sleep-over. I don't think I'll ever get used to sleeping in clothes. Lynn slipped his arm into the narrow opening between the entertainment center and the wall, fumbling around and eventually returning with something that I couldn't see. I heard a faint pop, and he placed a disk into the DVD player before hopping onto the couch next to me and eagerly began fiddling with the remote. I yawned as the TV flickered on and the eleven-year-old cringed at the short burst of noise before he could hit the mute button. He looked sheepishly at the top of the stairs for a moment and--after satisfying himself that his mother wasn't about to burst down and beat him senseless, he changed the channel. I gasped. The DVD was in the root menu, which had a picture of a pair of women, a blond and a redhead, kissing, each wearing a pair of revealing thongs and nothing else. "You ever seen a naked woman before?" my recently acquired friend asked with a chuckle in his voice, snapping me back to reality. "No," I answered honestly; and until that moment I'd never even really been curious. I was a little surprised how much more awake I felt after seeing the image on the screen. "I snuck this porno from my Dad's collection the last time I visited," the boy explained as he hit the play button and started fast-forwarding through the bad acting and poor build-up, returning it to normal speed as soon as the broad-chested 'lawyer' flashed her business associate. My face turned crimson as I realized the thin fabric of my pajamas was doing nothing to hide the growing condition between my legs. I tried to cover it, realizing immediately afterwards that doing so only drew more attention to the area. My cheeks beginning to burn, I glanced up at the older boy only to confirm my fear that he was aware of my erection, but I was a little relieved to realize he shared the same condition. "I always get hard watching this," he reassured, reaching under his waistband to fiddle with himself. "You ever play with yourself like this? It feels great!" "S-sometimes," I affirmed. Honestly, Doug rarely gave me the chance to masturbate. "If you do it long enough, you get this really really cool feeling, like you're going to explode or something, but really good." "It's called an orgasm." I blushed, the response coming out of my lips before I'd thought it through. "Really?" the boy seemed genuinely surprised, although I couldn't tell for sure if it was over hearing the new term, or from hearing it from a boy he considered his junior. "That's a weird name." I shrugged, sneaking a peak at him despite trying to appear interest in the film as a man came on camera, apparently a janitor. He was still masturbating himself inside his pants, and he definitely noticed me looking at him. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he offered, and my embarrassment went into overtime. Despite being extremely sexually active for more than half of my life, I still flushed like a catholic schoolgirl every time I was faced with a new situation or, as it was in this case, a new partner. Yet despite my apprehension, I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and lifted my hips, lowering the unfamiliar garment midway down my thighs as Lynn did the same. He was a bit longer and thicker than me, and his little testicles had begun to descend. I was a little surprised to notice a few stray hairs south of his tan-line. My heart fluttered and I felt a little guilty, I'd promised Doug I'd be careful, but I had a sense that this wasn't breaking that promise. After all, I hadn't been the one to initiate this. We sat like that for a few minutes, occasionally shifting our focus from the other boy to the television and back again. Without warning and much to my surprise, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my narrow shaft. I jumped and almost cried out in shock. "Sorry!" the boy hissed, "I should have asked, I just--" He let his apology trail off when I reached out to do a little groping of my own. We made eye-contact briefly before settling into a mutual rhythm. "It feels better having someone else do it, doesn't it?" I nodded, gradually becoming aware that Lynn was barely paying attention to the video anymore. That is, until another man came on, this one in a business suit, with one of the women immediately unzipping his slacks and swallowing his entire length. He waited until the action had been going on for a few minutes. "I bet that feels awesome, getting it sucked on like that," he stated in a most inconspicuously hinting manner, his voice a little strained and almost rehersed. "Yeah it does," I responded, not nearly innocent enough to not know what he was hinting. It took me a minute and a confused look from my friend to catch my slip. "I mean I bet it does." We fell into silence, my face burning again at having let my experience show through. I forced myself to focus on the action on the television screen. It was heating up, one of the couples was kissing passionately as the other man had his partner bent over the table. Despite the lack of sound it was very apparent that the men were panting and the women were moaning like the porn stars that they were, and then I thought I could actually hear them. Except that it wasn't them. It was Lynn; his stomach muscles contracting and weak little utterances escaping him despite his desperation to remain silence. I knew exactly what he was going through and kept my hand busy until at last he shoved it away. "Holy crap, Jimmy, where did you learn to do that?" I frowned in confusion; I hadn't thought I'd been doing anything special. "You know, that thing with your thumb." I just shrugged in a manner I hoped was inconspicuous. "That's just how I've always done it." "Show me again, on yours." The older boy removed his hand from my crotch and I picked up where he left off without a second thought. It was a little ironic that the motion was more forced on myself than it had been while I'd been performing it on my friend. I was in no hurry, leisurely pleasuring myself in demonstration. Lynn mirrored my actions, his little stiffie barely drooping after his orgasm. "Hey, Jimmy," the boy stammered with very uncharacteristic uncertainty. "You remember when the man put his thing in the woman's mouth?" "The blow job? Yeah." "Y-you wanna try it? I mean, we could take turns, or--" He trailed off and looked away, embarrassed enough by his proposition for both of us. "I'll do it first if you want." "Sure." Rolling off the couch and onto his knees in front of me, Lynn looked back and forth between me and my little erection. "You've got to promise that you'll do me afterwards." I paused theatrically, hoping to appear reluctant. "Yeah, I promise." He nervously lowered himself, swallowing my short length. His lips wrapped around me with apprehensive inexperience, pausing a bit to reflect on the experience. He pursed his lips and bobbed up and down, mimicking what he'd seen on the porn video. "Use your tongue more," I encouraged in a whisper. "Swirl it and stuff." I'd already been close to the brink, and after only a few minutes I was writhing happily in orgasmic bliss. While it was far from my most intense, I was nonetheless extremely content when I finally collapsed, slouching and gasping as the other boy pulled back. He grinned up at me. "Was it good?" I nodded and yawned. Wondering what time it was, I glanced around for a clock but couldn't see any in the darkened room. Switching places with the older boy, I briefly considered mocking inexperience but decided against it. Diving in to his lap, I employed my full oral repertoire from the beginning, hoping to bring him off quickly so we could go back to sleep. And besides, pleasuring an eleven-year-old's erection isn't rocket science, and my friend was too far into his bliss to recognize this wasn't my first time performing fellatio. "Holy crap that feels good, Jimmy," the boy panted, little pleasure moans escaping his throat despite his attempts to remain silent. "Even better than I thought it would." Normally I would have spent some time on his hairless scrotum or his pubis, but I had no intension of dragging this out unnecessarily. I wasn't upset about the situation or anything, I was simply tired and wanted to go back to sleep. Besides, having just come only a few minutes ago, it took him a good little while of squirming and bitting his lip to quiet his little throat-moans before he finally began spasming uncontrollably. Completely forgetting about his inhibitions and his worry of his mother hearing, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust into it with an almost thundering "Uh! Uh! Uh!" He collapsed afterwards, his arms splayed and his chest heaving. After recovering sufficiently, he pulled his pants back up and returned the DVD to its hiding spot. -------- "I was watching you and Lynn last night," the woman informed calmly, causing me to nearly choke on my pancake. I looked up in wide eyed fright. "Don't worry; you're not the first boy I've caught Lynn playing with. I wasn't even going to mention it, except--" She trailed off, poking her head into the den and up the stairs to assure that Lynn's interruption wasn't imminent. "Last night wasn't the first time you've done something like that, was it?" I had to fight to keep from vomiting; how did she know? How much did she know? How had she figured it out? The encounter from the night before flashed through my mind; those slips, I'd thought they'd been so small. Would she find out about Doug? Would he be in trouble? What would happen to me if-if-- "Jimmy? Jimmy are you okay?" Her hand touched my back, and I looked up, startled. She flashed me a reassuring smile. I nodded weakly, not sure which question I was responding too. "I just wanted to ask because--" she paused and smiled at realizing just how the conversation was making me and collected her thoughts. I was nearing the border of hyperventilation, but thankfully I think she misinterpreted my fear as embarrassment. "You don't have to tell me about it, or even who it was, if you don't want to. I just wanted to make sure that nobody was making you do anything you didn't want to do." "They'renotma'am," I answered in a single word that was almost melded into a single syllable. I jumped a little when she began massaging my shoulders. "You're kind of cute when you're embarrassed, did you know that?" I nodded, my honesty only further adding to my embarrassment. I became uncomfortably aware of her breath on the back of my neck. "I know sex is a difficult thing for young boys to talk about, Jimmy," the woman whispered seductively, "but if you ever have any questions, or if you want to tell someone something, or even if you just want to talk, I'm here." I let out a little throat noise--I guess you might call it a whimper--when I felt her nip at my earlobe. "I'm a real good listener," she assured, her hand traveling down my back, "and I'm good at keeping secrets too." At that moment, the sound of a pair of preteen feet bounding down stairs interrupted us, and the woman withdrew, returning to the stove as she finished scooping a healthy helping onto a plate, placing it beside me just her son took his seat beside me. He dove into the delicious food, mumbling some kind of thanks with his mouth full. With him distracted, she flashed me a knowing wink, leaving me in an amazed stupor until my friend took the opportunity to snatch a piece of my pancake. I responded by stealing a piece of his bacon. He threatened to catapult a chunk of egg at me, which earned us both a scolding. She sat across from us with a plate of her own, and I couldn't help but notice the flirtatious winks and smiles she flashed whenever she thought her son was distracted. -------- "I really don't think there's anything to worry about, Jimmy," Doug reassured as he parked the car and hit the garage door remote. "She probably thinks you've been messing around with another friend, just like you did with Lynn." "It's not that," I whispered, staring at my knees with my face burning in embarrassment. "I think that, I mean, she acted like she wanted to--like she wanted me to--" My guardian's eyes opened wide and a surprised "Oh!" escaped him as he realized my meaning, and then he burst into laughter. He shut off the engine and the garage door blocked out the sun, returning the small room to its natural darkened state. Upset to have him laughing at my humiliation, I assaulted him with half-hearted fury, launching my body across the small divide and pounding his chest with ineffectual fists. "It's not funny!" "It's a little funny," he insisted, grabbing my wrists to stop the attack. I pouted briefly before he locked lips with me. Relenting as I always did to his passionate embrace, I let his tongue embracing mine calm me down a bit. He broke off and stared happily into my eyes once I'd calmed sufficiently. "Besides, wouldn't it be a little hypocritical of me to be upset with her for wanting to do dirty things with such a beautiful little boy?" I relaxed into him, delighting in the way he held me close. "But what if she, I mean, what if she tries to get me to, you know--" "If she really was flirting, she was probably just doing it to see your reaction, but would it really be such a bad thing? Unless--Oh No! You developed a sudden allergy to sex, didn't you! Oh woe is me!" I elbowed his gut and rolled my eyes at his mockingly over dramatic display in my patented 'cut that shit out' way. He chuckled a bit and kissed my nose. "You know most ten year old boys would love to have a hot cougar like her drooling at them," he reminded me, fumbling to open the car door. "Aren't you curious about girls at all?" "It's not that," I answered, blushing a bit and wrapping my arms around his neck as I allowed him to carry me across the threshold. This was far from the first conversation we'd had regarding my sexual identity, and every time he brought it up my shy nature showed its nasty head. "It's just, I mean, you know, I've never--" I kinda trailed off and held him tighter as he carried me into the den. "It's not really anything you should worry about too much," he reassured me, attempting unsuccessfully to disengage from my grip. "You'll either get curious with them or you won't. And even if you start liking girls, that doesn't mean you'll stop liking what we do together, and I'll still love you even if you do." "I know that," I groaned, frustrated at having heard that little speech of his a hundred times already. "As for not being with a girl before, I don't really think that Judith would mind. In fact, I'd be willing to bet she'd love teaching you every trick she knows about how to please a woman. In fact, I'd guarantee she'd be surprised with just how much you do know already." he moaned a little when I started suckling on the veins on his neck. "Besides, wouldn't it be kinda cool if she could teach you how so that you'd be more ready for a girl your age?" I pulled back and stared at him with my face screwed up. "You 'want' me to do it with here?" I asked accusingly. He grinned and shrugged playfully. "It would be kinda hot." "Pervert!" I giggled uncontrollably, slipping my hands under his shirt. "You're one to talk, my little deviant," He chuckled, his hand slipping under the waistband of my shorts as he carried me upstairs in a rush.