Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2003 18:53:16 +0000 (GMT)
From: Veneration <veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Stormchild 4

Disclaimer: This is a gay story with rude stuff. If it's illegal for you to
read this, don't. If it offends you to read this, don't.

Comments are welcome to veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk.


Stormchild - Part 4
by Veneration

Chapter 8  Boysitting

I returned to Woodton that evening to collect the brothers. They were
smartly dressed, with Eric wearing khaki cargo shorts and a grey striped
hooded top. Grant was in grey cargo shorts with red trim, a yellow checked
shirt and a green jersey. Harry was wearing powder blue shin-length shorts
and a yellow T-shirt. They looked to be wearing their good clothes,
suggesting that the boys had dressed up for the occasion.

We drove into town, with the younger boys chattering in the back and Eric
sometimes joining in from the front. We stopped off to rent a video, where
after much discussion we settled on 'Star Wars, Episode 1', then continued
on to my home. After we arrived, Grant and Harry bounced around the house,
like a pair of puppies investigating new territory. I told them to put
their overnight gear in one spare bedroom, and Eric his in the other.

Eric frowned as he looked at where he was to sleep that night, until I
whispered in his ear "Perhaps you can join me later when the others are
asleep." He grinned briefly at the thought.

We settled down for the evening to watch the video. Was it an evening of
perfect serenity? Not likely! Instead there was a more-or-less constant low
level of bickering. These were perfectly normal young boys, after all, and
they had a lifetime's habit of squabbling with each other.

Part way through the movie they were having a bout of swearing at each
other, when I told them "Hey, that's enough of that." The boys did become
quieter after that as we watched the rest of the film.

After the movie was finished, I said "OK boys, you need to have showers
before you go to bed."

'Oh, yeah,' you say. 'This is just a cunning plan to get their clothes
off.' It wasn't, honest. I was just following Iris' instructions. Besides,
I rather thought they probably did need a good wash.

There were groans of protest from the brothers. "No Martin, we don't need
to shower," was the response.

"I'm afraid you do. Your mother gave strict instructions for you to
wash. Who's going to go first?"

There was silence, then Eric said that he didn't care and he may as well go
first, and he disappeared out of the room.

When Eric returned after showering, he was wearing a towel wrapped around
his waist and had his pyjamas in his arms. I wondered if this meant that he
was going to dress in the living room.

"OK, Grant, Harry, who's next?"

"Harry can go next," offered Grant.

"Grant can go next," suggested Harry.

"Why don't you both go at the same time?"

"What? Shower together?" Grant was taken aback at the suggestion.

"Yes, sure, why not?" I replied.

The two boys looked at each other and giggled. It was a novel idea that
sounded like fun.

"Yeah, OK," and "Why not," they said and they left the room with more
enthusiasm for showering, I suspected, than they had shown for some
considerable time.

Eric sat on the sofa besides me, still clad in only his towel, while we
waited for his brothers.

"Aren't you getting into your pyjamas?" I asked, anticipating him removing
his towel and always being ready for another look at his cock.

"Yeah," he replied, but made no move to do so.

I felt slightly desperate in frustrated desire to see Eric naked again.

When Grant and Harry returned, they were laughing and pushing at each
other.

"That was terrible," laughed Grant. "Harry took up too much room."

"You hogged all the water," returned Harry.

"Well, you were poking me."

"You were poking me with your thing," said Harry and he took a swipe at
Grant's groin.

"Was not," retorted Grant as he avoided the swipe.

Grant had his towel wrapped around his waist, while Harry held his in his
hand. Harry pranced around the room, ineffectually and not very seriously,
trying to dry himself. His naked body was an image of promising boyhood,
with skinny limbs, undeveloped muscles, little boy dick jutting out above a
tight scrotal mound, and small rounded butt. He was an impish, appealing
little morsel.

Grant dried himself where he could reach with his towel held around his
waist, which was limited. Then with a sly glance at me he removed his towel
to start drying his upper body. He was facing me and instantly my eyes
dropped to his dick. At last I was getting to cruise the third of the
brothers.

Grant was, as I had thought, circumcised. His dick was a good length for a
boy of his age, but the head was relatively small and so the shaft tapered
slightly from the base to the head. Grant's crotch appeared to be
completely hairless, but his balls had started to develop and hang
freely. Grant was close to the onset of puberty, but wasn't quite there.

I looked up at Grant's face, to find that he was observing me. He knew what
I was doing, and was old enough to realise that my interest could be
sexual, but made no attempt to hide himself from my stare. I wondered why
he was so calmly, almost deliberately, displaying himself to me as he had
previously appeared to be such a modest boy.

Harry noticed that Grant was now naked as he perambulated around the room
and, with a mischievous grin, he grabbed a corner of Eric's towel and
yanked it off him.

"Hey, watchit," Eric complained, but he made no attempt to retrieve his
towel or to cover himself.

I looked down at Eric's limp cock as it nestled in his lap, along with
clustered balls and nest of hair. I thought it looked far better than any
floral arrangement, and much more edible.

"Now we are all in the nuddie," crowed Harry, as he waved his and Eric's
towels in the air.

"No, we're not," said Grant with an evil smile. "Martin still has his
clothes on."

"Then let's get Martin naked," Harry yelled and he leapt on me, followed a
moment later by Grant and then by Eric.

I lay helpless under the pack of three naked boys as they grinned down at
me.

"Take his shirt off first," ordered Eric and three pairs of hands undid the
buttons and pulled my arms out of the sleeves of the shirt.

"Now take his pants off," said Grant and he undid my belt and fly.

He paused, uncertain whether I really would allow this intrusion. Grant was
uncomfortably aware that children did not take such liberties with adults,
even in play. Eric knew, of course, that I would be happy to be naked with
them, while Harry was too young to be aware of, or concerned about, the
social rules of proper behaviour. So, with no hesitation on their part,
Eric and Harry grasped the legs of my shorts and pulled them off me; half
dragging my boxers with them until they were stopped by the base of my
cock, leaving my bush showing above the waistband.

Then, laughing in triumph, the brothers ripped off my boxers, leaving me
lying exposed to their gaze. They had already seen me naked at the pool,
but there the situation was quite different. We had been undertaking the
serious and proper business of getting changed, and the polite fiction was
that we didn't notice each other's naked bodies. This evening was more
intimate and sexually charged, even if the younger boys didn't fully
realise it. We were now in a situation where we could acknowledge each
others nudity.

"Martin's got a hairy sausage," announced Harry in glee at the delicious
naughtiness of what we were doing.

I looked at Eric and raised my eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders and,
with a smile, patted me on the shoulder. He wouldn't object to whatever
happened that evening, and I was beginning to suspect that a lot might
happen.

The hungry stares of three naked boys and thoughts of possible sex games
was too much for my cock and it began to swell and stiffen. It rose to the
vertical, then back so that it pointed along my belly, twitching and
jerking in the desire for release.

"Martin's got a stiffie," announced Harry, as if there was anyone in the
room who was unaware of this. "It's huge."

Perhaps it was by a young boy's standards, but at six and a half inches it
wasn't remarkable for a man. Not that I was about to tell the boys that.

"I didn't know it got that big," Harry said, staring in fascination at his
first erect man cock.

"Oh, I knew that," said Eric.

"Me too," said Grant.

Two boys looked at Eric and all three laughed. Then two boys looked at
Grant.

"How d'you know?" demanded Eric.

"In the pool."

"So it was you who groped me in the pool?" I asked.

Grant grinned.

"And did you feel me up twice, or was that someone else?"

"That was me," admitted Harry with a giggle.

"What!" exclaimed Eric in disbelief. "You mean you both groped Martin? You
horny bastards."

"Well, you did more than that last night," Grant responded.

Oh, yes, how did he know? I looked at Eric, who blushed.

"You told your brothers, didn't you?"

"I may have said something," he admitted.

I looked back at Grant and Harry and their eager, lustful, faces. I began
to realise that I had been set up. The boys knew that I would probably be
interested in sex and they had decided that, if the opportunity arose, they
would make the most of it. And Eric must have decided that he would accept
that.

"If you guys have already touched Martin's stiffie, I'm going to also,"
said Harry and he firmly grasped my hard-on.

I gasped at the sight and feel of his little hand holding my cock, with his
index finger and thumb not quite meeting around the shaft. That was all the
invitation I needed and I reached for his boyhood. My fingertips caressed
the delicate area between Harry's legs and I could feel his immature
marbles and wee willie resting in the palm of my hand.

Grant licked his lips and cleared his throat. When he spoke his normal
treble voice was husky with anticipation. "Are you going to suck us, then?"

I glanced at Eric, but he appeared calm. "Yes, if you want."

"Cool. Suck me first," Harry demanded.

"Nah, you're too young to be sucked," said Eric.

"Am not too young," Harry objected. "Will you suck me? Please, please,
please!"

With the warmth of my hand and the excitement of the moment, I could feel
Harry's prick stiffen.

"Harry's little Harry thinks he's ready," I said and I removed my hand to
reveal his erection.

His spike was considerably bigger than when soft, and it jutted into the
air at an angle, but his foreskin still covered the head. I lay Harry on
the sofa, then bending over his naked body, took his prick in my mouth. I
teased the foreskin back from the head with my tongue, then plunged down
his shaft until both prick and ballsack were in my mouth. It wasn't a very
large mouthful and easily done. In fact, it was entirely comfortable to
have in my mouth, with a slightly funky taste where Harry had failed to
clean under his foreskin.

I settled down for some serious sucking. One of the boys, perhaps Eric, put
his hand on my back and gently stroked me, from shoulders to arse.

"What's it like, Harry?" Grant asked after a minute or two.

"It's nice."

Nice?

"See, I told ya you're too young," Eric said.

I thought he had a point as I wasn't getting any response from Harry. I
released my mouthful and sat up.

"I have an idea. Just stay there and I'll be right back." And I went out to
the bathroom.

I returned with a jar of Vaseline and my straining hard-on lead me back to
the cluster of naked boys at the sofa with their hard little dicks waving
in the air. Kneeling to my task, I coated a finger with the jelly and
slipped my hand between Harry's bum cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he asked in puzzlement.

"When I suck you off, I'm going to push a finger up your arse."

"Yuk, that's dirty. Want do you want to do that for?" Harry asked.

"Because it will make you feel good, trust me," I assured him. "You have a
magic button up your arsehole and when I push that you will get this
fantastic feeling." I hoped that Harry's prostate wasn't too immature and
that I was telling the truth.

"Magic button!?" exclaimed Eric and Grant, who clearly didn't believe me.

Harry rather doubtfully let me go ahead. I massaged his softening prick
with my tongue until it was rigid again, then pushed my finger against the
entrance to his arse. There was a little resistance, and then it slid in. I
was surprised at how easily my finger had penetrated his little boy ring,
which I had expected to be very tight. I decided that as Harry had come to
know and trust me, he became completely accepting of what I might do. Harry
had no sense of violation at having a finger up his back passage, so he was
completely relaxed and did not resist my finger's entry.

I loved the feel of his ring muscle and the warm softness of his rectum as
I probed with my finger. And then I felt something small and round; I had
found my target.

"Ooh!" Harry's voice was high in surprise at the sensation.

Harry began to groan as I massaged his prostate with my fingertip. Under
the double assault of finger and tongue, Harry began urgently to thrust his
prick against the roof of my mouth. Then his whole body went rigid and,
with a strangled squawk, he reached orgasm.

I released the boy and sat back. Harry lay limply as he recovered from the
effects of his orgasm, which was dry but intense.

"Wow," was all he could manage.

Eric and Grant looked amazed and excited at the effect on their young
brother.

I bent over Harry. "How are you doing?"

A wide smile spread over his face.

"Let's get you off the sofa so Grant can have his turn."

I gave Harry a quick kiss on the lips and, as he wrapped his arms around my
neck, he firmly kissed me back. This was a little boy's kiss with closed
mouth, but one of happiness and affection.

I turned to Grant, Harry still wrapped around my neck. "Ready for a
blow-job?"

Grant nodded. He looked serious, almost nervous, but his flushed face and
hard cock showed that he was ready and willing.

"Huh? What's a blow-job?" asked Harry. "You didn't do that to me."

"Oh yes I did, muffin-boy. Sucking someone's cock is what is called a
blow-job, just don't ask me why." And I gave him a gentle slap on the bum
as a signal for him to let go of me.

As Grant lay on the sofa, I picked up the jar of Vaseline.

"Finger up the arse for you, too, is it?"

Grant frowned and shook his head. "I don't think so, it's too weird."

"Go on," urged his younger brother. "It feels terrific. There really is a
magic button up there and when Martin pushes it, it's like, oh ..." Words
failed the boy.

Grant looked doubtful, then nodded his head. "OK, I will give it a try, but
if I don't like it you will take it out, alright?"

"Of course," I replied.

I brought Grant's rigid dick off his belly with one hand, so that I could
slip it into my mouth. But then I paused. I nibbled down the side of
Grant's shaft, but I what I was really interested in was a closer look at
the base of his cock. And yes, there were four lonely black hairs.

"Hey Grant, you've got your first pubic hairs. Did you know that?"

"Yes I did," he replied with considerable pride in his voice.

"Let me see," said Harry and his face appeared by mine as he inspected
Grant's pubes. "Cool. Eric, have a look."

"Hey, what about me?" Grant complained. "I'm waiting for my blow-job here,
while you guys are admiring my dick."

"Sorry," I replied and I popped his popsicle in my mouth.

I moved my mouth down Grant's shaft, until my nose was touching the base of
his belly and I could feel the head pressing against the entrance to my
throat. I heard a soft 'aah' from Grant as I started sucking his cock.

I slid my hand with Vaseline coated finger between Grant's bum cheeks and
probed the entrance to his arse. As I pushed at his arsehole, the muscle
tightened in protest. I played with his pucker, feeling the texture and
getting Grant used to the presence of my finger, then pushed harder.

"Ow."

As I forced my finger in Grant's back entrance, I could feel his ring clamp
down on the tip of my finger. This was a tight little arse that rejected
the intrusion.

"Ow, that hurts. Take it out Martin, OK?"

I paused in my blow-job. "Just relax and push out like you are trying to
have a shit. It'll be worth it, I promise."

I had promised to remove my finger if Grant asked and I was going to,
eventually. I returned to the frontal and rear assaults. With to-and-fro
movements I slowly forced my finger up Grant's arse. Then, as it reached
his prostate, his groans of discomfort turned into moans of pleasure. With
the stimulation by my finger and the effect of my sucking, Grant's cock
quickly got to the stage where it gave a throb and with an 'aah' from the
boy, he came. I felt a small squirt of a thin watery fluid on my tongue.

I sat up and smiled down at Grant as he lay, recovering from his orgasm,
softening dick lying on his belly.

"That's my boy. I didn't know you could shoot spunk."

"I can't."

"Oh? You can now."

I milked a drop of watery fluid from his dick onto my fingertip and held it
up for Grant to inspect. Harry and Eric also looked very closely at the
prize.

"Well, it looks like there's no sperm yet, but you are producing fluid and
the sperm wont be far behind. Why don't you taste it?"

Grant shook his head. "Nah."

"Go on, a boy's first cum is a milestone that should be celebrated in some
way. It tastes fine."

Grant refused again, but Harry impulsively stuck out his tongue and licked
my finger clean.

He wrinkled his face, then grinned. "Hmm, yum. I just ate some of Grant's
sperms. I'm going to have his baby."

That boy had a weak grasp of biology, but a good grasp of devilry.

"Hey, Harry," Eric laughed. "That finger has just been up yours and Grant's
poop chutes. How do you like the taste of your own shit."

"Ooh, gross. That's disgusting." Harry made retching noises and frantically
wiped his tongue on the back of his hand. "Martin, I didn't did I?" and he
looked at me pleadingly.

I smiled and held up my hands. "Different hands," I reassured Harry, to his
great relief.

I turned to Eric. "Are you ready for your blow-job?"

"Absolutely," he replied with a broad and eager smile and he pushed at
Grant so that he could take his place on the sofa.

"And do you want a finger up the arse?"

"Yep, gimmie the works." He lay back, open and vulnerable, his erection
throbbing in anticipation.

I coated my finger with some more Vaseline and felt up Eric's crack for the
entrance to his arse. I pushed the tip of my finger inside and massaged the
muscles of his rose before pushing further. Eric's face was intent on the
sensations from below. His arsehole was tight, but there was little real
resistance as he accepted the intrusion of my finger.

As I finger fucked him and Eric began to moan in pleasure, I bent and began
to suck his cock. Very quickly, Eric shot his creamy, salty load into my
mouth. I raised my head to look down at my boy. He held out his arms for a
hug, so I lowered myself into his embrace and gave him a kiss. Eric's
tongue eagerly darted into my mouth and searched for traces of his
spunk. He looked thoughtful as he considered the taste and what he thought
of it.

I looked over at the two naked spectators who had just watched their older
brother being sucked off with great interest.

"Did Eric's dickie make stuff?" asked Harry, eyes sparkling. Being naked
with his brothers and having fun, rather than fighting, was a new and
unexpected pleasure.

"Yes it did," I replied.

"And you swallowed it?"

"Sure did."

"Yuk."

"Eric, you want to be careful when ya go kissy kissy with Martin," said
Grant. "You might end up tasting your own spunk."

"But I did," Eric replied and he licked his lips in a mime of pleasure.

"Gross. You're weird, man, for tasting your own spunk. And doing it from
another guy's mouth is even worse."

"It's Martin's turn now for a suck-job," Harry announced. He wanted the
game to continue.

'Bless you, Harry,' I thought. I had been wondering how and when I was
going to persuade the boys to wrap their cute little lips around my cock.

The three boys looked down at my erection, which by this stage was almost
painfully hard. Eric and Grant looked dubious, as they considered whether
they wanted my prong in their mouths.

"Are you ready to go first, Harry?" I asked.

He thought about it, then giggled. "OK."

He grasped the base of the shaft and inspected my hard-on closely. A clear
fluid oozed out of the piss slit.

"Have you pissed yourself?" he asked.

"No, that is pre-cum."

"What?"

"That's a sort of appetiser. The spunk is the main meal."

"Is it nasty?" Harry wasn't sure about this.

"No, it's not. Try it and see."

Harry hesitated, then took a swipe with his tongue. The feel of a little
boy's tongue rasping across my cock-head was almost enough for me to give
him the main meal and desert too.

"It's not too bad," Harry decided and he popped the head of my cock in his
mouth and licked it clean.

He sat back, grinning in triumph. Why was Harry prepared to do this? He
felt safe and cared for in the affectionate atmosphere, and trusted that we
wouldn't make him do anything unpleasant. He had the natural lack of
inhibitions of a small boy, which was only helped by the intimacy of our
nakedness. He was ready to try anything we suggested as part of this new
adventure called sex. And if something seemed a bit yukky, that only added
to its appeal.

"It's your turn now," Harry told Grant.

Grant was not at all keen to have my cock in his mouth, but after his
younger brother's example, he felt he had no choice. He bent over my lap
and took the end of it into his mouth. He quickly moved his lips up and
down the shaft a half dozen times, then released my cock with a grimace of
distaste.

Why didn't Grant want to give me a blow-job when he was ready for an
evening of sex with us? As he approached his teenage years, Grant had
become sufficiently old and self-conscious that he had developed the
conventional male view of what was proper and acceptable and what was an
affront to his dignity.

'And what bit of the evening was proper and acceptable?' you ask.

The common heterosexual male attitude was that it was OK for another male
to suck your cock, if there was no outlet available, as it was 'only
getting your rocks off'. But to blow another man implied an interest in his
cock that was regarded as queer.

'That's OK,' I thought, 'I don't mind.' But I decided that if Grant was
going to continue in our sex games, he was going to have to take everything
his brothers did. And I thought he was already enjoying it more than he was
prepared to admit. After all, no-one had forced him to do anything that
evening.

I looked at Eric. He was eager for his turn and his dick was hard again in
anticipation. He bent over to take me in his mouth, but my cock had been so
stimulated it felt as if it was about to explode.

"You had better be careful," I warned him. "I'm about ready to come."

"I don't mind," Eric replied and he started sucking.

The sight of Eric's face in my lap and the sensation of his mouth and
tongue on my cock was too much for me and I spurted. Eric choked a little
at the sudden emission, but he swallowed my spunk boyfully.

"Erggh." Eric didn't look like he really enjoyed the taste, but with a
cheeky grin he said "Just like your cooking." Then he was in my arms and
returning some of my gift from his mouth to mine.

And why had Eric decided he was ready to suck my cock and to take my cum?
We were lovers and he wanted to explore every aspect of sex with me. This
was only possible, however, because of the developing love and trust
between us.

We rested a little afterwards, to recover from the excitement, and watched
some TV, but none of us bothered to put on any clothes.

When it was time to go to bed, Harry came to me for a goodnight kiss. He
kissed me on the lips, while I patted his bum.

I turned to Grant. "Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"That's so babyish," he grumbled, but he came to me and submitted to a peck
on the lips and pat on the bum. Under that tough exterior was a small boy
who wanted to be loved.

I looked at Eric.

"I'll give you your goodnight kiss later," he promised.

Grant and Harry went off to their bedroom, while Eric went with me towards
mine.

"Are you sleeping with Martin?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Eric took my hand possessively.

We were in bed and cuddled in each others arms when I asked him, "Didn't
you mind when I messed with Grant and Harry?"

Eric thought about it for a few minutes. "You are my special friend, but if
you want to do stuff with Grant and Harry sometimes, I don't mind sharing
you. After all, they are just my brothers and we are kind of keeping you in
the family. But you are not allowed to do anything with anyone else, do you
hear?" he warned me.

"I hear you; I belong to the Jansen boys."

Eric smiled happily, gave me a quick kiss, and fell asleep.

Eric was my stormchild.


The end