Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 18:40:28 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Jeremy's lil bro

I was the only boy left at home.  Jeremy was long gone, off to college a
couple of hours away and Chad had just followed.  I had all kinds of fun
with Chad's friends in the recent years but they scattered to the four
corners when they graduated from high school.  Several did stay around town.

Two of them were arrested for public urination, not once but twice.  It
was a little more to it, there wasn't a lot of pissing going on, but a whole
lot of exposure happening.  I think it was a polite way to report it in the
local newspaper.   Their arrest days faded away when they started sharing an
apartment.

My brothers stayed at school for long periods, I actually got to see Chad's
friend Mike much more than I did Chad.  When Mike would come home for a
weekend or something, we would hang out, cruise around town, drink a little
beer since he was old enough to legally buy it, and then I would usually end
up sleeping over there.

I had plenty of friends myself but we did mess around nearly as much as I
did with my brothers and their friends.  Although, as I get into specifics
with my memories, I sure do remember a lot more things that I did with my
own friends.  And then there were the younger boys in the neighborhood.  I
don't even know how it got started but I became good friends with two boys
who lived just a house or two away.  I was like their sex education master,
that I don't know how that happened either.  It may have been that over the
years we had collected all kinds of porn magazines, books, and such.  Our
yard was a great place to store them, it was full of old cars, boxes, and
other junk.  Hiding places were easy.  It provided cover for much of our
activities, much of it naked.  It was the magazines that attracted them,
after that our relationship just grew.

It was late summer, school was a few weeks away, nights were warm but much
better than sun-baked days.  My little buds were having a sleepover in one
of their backyards.  They had this one planned for at least a week, and they
all but invited me to participate.  It was clear that they wanted me to come
by and tell them a few stories or let them in on things that older boys knew
and younger boys had to discover.  It seemed like my obligation to do such
things for them.

The sleepover was at the alpha male's of the group.  He and I were tight, he
and I would hang and talk a lot.  Not every moment of our relationship was
sex play, a lot of it was talking about life, about how he could best
survive his parents, or what we wanted to do to change the world when we got
old enough, or just talking to make it through the day.  He was a great
looking boy, dark black hair, big black eyes that could look right through
you, the whites of is eyes were big and so white.  He always looked like he
was thinking about something deep.  I could get him to smile but most of the
time he just looked like he was deep in thought.  His face was smooth and
clear, I loved to let my thumb brush his cheek as he leaned back against me
as we quietly talked late into the evening.  Although his features were not
all that distinctive, he was great looking.  I see that look on that boy who
builds and drives the model Hummer on the recent commercial.

His best friend was one more house away.  When they were babies, I thought
they were brothers, their mothers helped each other and took turns watching
over them.  They were the kids on the block that got into everything.  And
until they were about 11 or so, they were also some of the filthiest things
I ever saw.  I'm sure it would have taken a day at the pool and then some
hard scrubbing in the bath to remove all the dirt.  His friend was so
similar in size that they would swap clothes, something they liked, and
something we joked about since I rarely wore anything that had not been
almost worn out by at least one of my brothers.  I contributed to their
wardrobe, I gave them a box of old t-shirts from junior high and such.  They
wore more from that box than anything else for a while.  I also stuck a
couple of old jocks that I had outgrown in with the shirts, I liked to think
they wore them with as much delight as the shirts.

Anyway, his bud had light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and loved to
find humor in anything.  We didn't always get his jokes, even after he
explained them.  His smile was dominated by two big white teeth, they looked
nice, not buck-toothed or anything like that, just a distinctive smile.  He
had a hard little body, his muscles were well defined in his arms, legs, and
belly.  Although he still carried a little baby-fat spare tire.

He was always eager to do things.  He might not have been the one to think
it up, but he was usually the first one to grab a stick, jump off the house,
or drop his pants.  If we were just talking about jacking, he would have his
boner in his hand in no time.  It made it real easy for me to get them to do
stuff.  When they were younger, I'd have them giggling as they rubbed their
little nubs of dicks together.  Then they would take it home and practice a
little more like homework.

That summer night I was sitting out in my yard on a seat taken out of an old
Suburban.  I knew my buds were having their sleepover that night and I was
thinking how I might work it to get included for at least a little while.  I
didn't want to be the older guy who came crashing in to the party.  I saw
two silhouettes come walking from the sleepover house.  They were too
dissimilar in size to be both my buds and as they came into enough light I
recognized them as other boys who ran with my buds.  They came up to me and
asked if they could borrow some of the magazines that were stashed on the
old cars in the yard.

Those magazines were known to a lot of boys in the area.  I had a habit of
going out into the yard, crawling into one of the old cars, whipping out my
dick and jacking off.  I had to start to take a little more care when I
walked out there, several times the boys would have taken up positions to
review the publications in hidden vantage points.  There was more than one
time that I am sure I had spectators as I wanked.  I would notice a movement
or hear a noise just about the time I was too far gone to stop.  I probably
should have just stayed in my room and spewed, it was just too good to jack
outside.

I let the boys gather up the magazines they wanted and then they asked if I
wanted to come over and talk.  I was on my feet quickly.  I let them carry
all the Playboys, Penthouses, Quis, and some magazines that I had seen for
sale at the truck stops that made the Playboys look more like Ladies Home
Journal.  I always wanted to find out who the contributor of those magazines
was, I wanted him to get a couple of the more interesting ones, ones that
didn't have a woman on the cover.

As we went into the backyard, I was greeted like a celebrity.  The three
other boys jumped up and slapped me on the back, there were high fives all
around.  They made room for me around their camp, really just boxes, rocks,
and anything else to sit on, all around a battery powered lantern.  Some
looked at the magazines in great detail others talked, most of them asking
me what was going on.  The pictures in the magazines had the proper effect
and before long we were in a version of truth or dare.  About the only dare
that occurred was we all had to press our dicks up against the plastic lens
of the lantern.

It was a great way to do the initial inspection of their boners.  The bright
light hit the heads of their dicks, a variety of very white ones and pink
ones, and a very red one.  Smudge marks of dick heads were building on the
clear lens. They told me that I didn't have to pull mine out but they really
didn't mean that.  Eyes were riveted on me as I pulled my dick out and
pressed it to the light.   And I wasn't even hard!  It is the first time I
remember that I was proud to be soft.  I wasn't completely limp but up to
that point in life, I was almost always hard.  From the minute I woke up in
the morning and tried to piss with morning wood, to riding on the school bus
with my boner pressing hard against my jeans, to appearing at just the wrong
moment right before having to get up in front of the class, to boning up as
I lay around my house in nothing but old holey undies, it seemed like I
always had an erection.

It was like I had matured enough that I was in control of my body, at least
of my dick.  Not much control, as I got a boner almost immediately after
that.

The game really just became talking and showing.  There was an immediate
argument about where cum came from.  I had to clarify the majority opinion
that balls were just sacks of cum and that jacking was like pumping them
enough to make them shoot.  One boy said he had tried to squeeze his balls
little by little to get the cum to squirt out but he said they just started
to hurt.  They looked to me to give them the appropriate answer.  Just as I
started the lecture, they said I needed to show them.  I was already to
strip my shorts and undies off, I did like exposure, I also wanted more of
the admiration of my equipment.  Before I could move, they told me show them
on Bart.  Bart was on his feet quickly, his cut-off jeans were at his
ankles, his tented white undies still on and only inches from my face.

I began the instruction with hands shaking as I pulled Bart's undies down
slowly.  His undies hanging up on his boner.  I expected his dick to bounce
back up and slap his belly but instead it stood rigid, pointing as straight
out as could be.  It wasn't a huge dick, just absolutely hard.  The head was
just barely bigger than the shaft, but was cute in shape, it actually looked
a little like his facial features, his nose in particular, a little turned
up but cute as all get out.  I had never seen his dick, not completely
anyway, there were a few times when he had it covered with his hand while
jacking.

My fingers felt his shaft and the smooth soft skin covered the rock hard
shaft.  I was quiet for a few seconds as I admired his dick.  And his aroma
hit me, it was nothing but pure hot sex.  There was the fresh scent of cum,
the sweatiness from all day long in the summer, and the hormones of a
growing boy.  I took deep breathes, bringing in as much of his scent through
my nose as I could.  I could have put my face in his crotch and stayed there
awhile.  My fingers moved along his boner and found the remnants of cum and
a grittiness from the sandy soil.  I was almost too engrossed in his dick, I
had thoughts of just sucking it into my mouth.  I had to break my attention
from that hard rod and begin my teaching session.

I got everybody to acknowledge that the cum, as well as piss, came right out
of that little hole, that the cum ran through the tube on the underside of
the dick.  Just clicking through the obvious and known.  And I took a little
time to press his boner up and run my fingers along the underside.  I pushed
my finger back into his scrotum, following his dick as it disappeared inside
his body.  Bart's scrotum was long, very long.  His balls hung very low and
were so clearly outlined.  I was used to scrots that were chubby and puffy
and holding close to the body.  I couldn't resist swinging them and did so
to demonstrate where the sperm came from.  That got a little disagreement
about balls having all the sperm you would ever get and if you jack too
much, you just run out of sperm.  I hadn't thought about that too much, but
I figured if that was true, I would have been empty a couple years before.

As I continued with the live demonstration, I cupped Bart's balls in my hand
and lifted.  A finger probed toward the area behind his balls and started to
explain that's where the sperm is mixed with cum.  Now that confused several
of them, I knew how they felt, it was only through experience, reading
everything that looked like a sex manual, and a urinary tract infection did
I find out about my prostate.  I pushed and pointed, Bart spread his legs,
stepping out of his shorts and undies to allow them to spread more.  I
gentle moved his balls and dick in one hand while pressing up behind his
balls.  I went to brush a mosquito or fly from my nose and Bart's intense
scent filled my senses.  It made me want to dive on him even more.

The other boys, most of them clutching themselves, came forward and bent
down trying to see what I was pointing at.  Several pulled their pants down
and balls up and tried to find that spot they thought they were missing.
Unconvinced it existed, I had Bart turn around and bend over.  Lit by the
lantern and a couple of additional flashlights, his butthole stood out like
neon sign.  The little patch of pubes he had above his dick gave no
indication that his hole would be ringed by dark little pubes.  It almost
begged for a finger!

Again, I showed the approximate location of Bart's prostate, pressing on the
spot.  Bart gave a little moan with each touch.  Three of the other boys
reached up to feel, most of them still nonbelievers.  They couldn't see it,
nothing was hanging down, to them it just wasn't there.  I told them you had
to feel it from the inside, having to explain even more how to get to it.
"There ain't nothing in there but poop!", I heard a couple of times.  I told
them that I could find it for them and that they would know it was there for
real.  One finger is all it took.  They did volunteer Bart again and he
didn't much mind.

I tried to push my finger into his butthole but that boy was as tight as
anything I had every touched.  It took a little doing, a little wiggling and
a whole lot of little grunts from Bart before my finger slipped in.  It was
so slick and hot inside his butt, my finger moved around easily.  I found
his prostate, there is no mistaking it once you find it.  And Bart's face
surely gave it away that I had found it.  I wiggled my finger on it, pressed
and teased it.  Bart lost his balance and leaned forward on his hands and
knees, his butt staying up in the air.  Bart was pulling hard on his own
dick, his balls flopping around.  I wanted to make him cum but he couldn't
stand it and twisted his body to get my finger out of him.

The other boys leaned down to his face and asked Bart if I found it, his
answer gave no doubt about it.  Then it was my brown haired bud's turn,
again he was ready fast to try it.  He backed up to me, pants and undies
down to his knees, butthole just waiting for me, little balls stuffed into
the tight scrot.  When a flashlight lit up his hole, I had to laugh at the
way it was puckering, just so anxious for the feel of my finger.  It was
much easier for my finger to go into him.  His little hole seemed to suck it
right in.  It was a little harder to find his prostate, I had to push a
little more into him but when I found it, he screamed like a rabbit in a
trap.   He humped his butt back and forth, I kept my finger working.  The
faster he humped, the faster my finger twitched over his gland.  He wasn't
nearly done when we declared his turn over.  He butt followed my finger all
the up until he would have to levitate to keep me inside him.

With a little apprehension, my other bud came up for his turn.  He held onto
my shoulders and let me pull down his shorts and undies.  The lantern was
behind him, so I got less of a view of his dick than I wanted.  He whispered
to me about me not hurting him, I assured him I wouldn't.  I placed one hand
right on his dick and pubes and turned him around, it did feel good to get a
handful of hard dick and soft pubes.  With my finger pressed on his hole, I
shook it back and forth, pushing a little, getting him to relax.  I was able
to slide my finger in very easily but I felt his entire body tense and his
breathing almost stop.  I worked my finger back and forth, not even going
near his prostate, and he eased up some.  I curled my finger and found the
right spot.  A long series of fast giggles was the response to my finger.
He didn't last long before he moved away.

Another boy, who I barely knew from other times, came shuffling over with
his pants and undies wrapped around his ankles. He did me no favor when he
tried to stick his butt in my face and it didn't take me long to plunge my
finger into his raw looking little hole.  I didn't really want to hurt him
but I worked his prostate hard and fast.  I know it was working as he was
cussing and hollering with each jab of my finger.  I pushed hard and he was
stroking his dick fast.  As he was clenching my finger with his hole, I
pulled out and let him to finish on his own.  He flipped on to his back and
reach down and poked his own finger in his hole.

The last boy was covered in freckles, I had always wondered what his dick
and balls would look like with all the freckles.  I was amazed to find that
there wasn't a single visible speck on either.  His dick and balls were so
white that they looked transparent.  I could see the glow from the lantern
through his scrot and he stood in front of me.  He told me that he had found
his own prostate but still wanted me to do him.  It was easy and it allowed
us to look around at the other boys.  They all had their dicks in their
hands, some with fingers in their butts, some stroking, some just hanging on
and watching.  He stood up and my finger was tingling, covered in poop.

I called my bud over and told him I wanted to do him more.  I started with
him right in front of me but he got to where he was leaning on my legs.  His
dick and balls were pressing against my bare leg, his arm wrapped around my
other leg.  I eased into him.  I found that firm hot prostate and worked my
finger in every way I could.  His head bowed back with his eyes shut tight.
Then he would duck his head down, bite his bottom lip and clench down on my
finger.  He moved his hips so that his dick was rubbing on my leg, his balls
bouncing of my knee.  I would move my finger fast, getting him close to
shooting, I would stop, not really trying to tease him but more to avoid
getting a cramp in my arm.

As I picked up the pace again, he was soon thrusting his hips hard.  Before
I knew it, I felt his prostate start to pump, each contraction of his
prostate would result in another load of hot cum on my leg.  That was a
surprise to me, I never imagined that it would do that.  When he was through
shooting, I left my finger in him, he would jump and get me to stop if I
even moved a little bit.  I pulled my finger out but let him lay on my lap
to recover.  I missed all but one of the others cuming even if I was only a
few feet away.  I got to see one spurt leap out of a hand that was flying
fast on the boy's dick and then it got quiet.  A few little gasps and
giggles but mostly just quiet.

I was extremely hard, the head of my dick had pushed out the bottom of my
undies and was poking out the leg of my shorts.  I couldn't decide whether
to jump on Bart's dick and suck it all clean, or to run my boner deep into
my bud's open hole, or to just pull it out and jack fast and hard.  It did
feel so good to have this naked boy in my lap.  I could feel his softening
dick pressed into my leg, his hot cum running down my thigh.  I let my hand
slide over his smooth round butt cheeks.  I had a little precum leak out and
felt it cooling on my leg.

I stayed with the boy on my lap while they all recovered.  They got up,
turned on the hose and sucked down gallons of water, they washed off the cum
from their bodies, and I rinsed my hands.  When we got back around the
lantern, there were a lot more pink in the cheeks of all the boys.  A couple
of them had to sneak back into the house to use the toilet, just too much
going on down there.

We more or less completed the conversation about how cum was made.  The
conversation went to questioning whether those choir boys who had their
balls cut off could still cum.  We decided they probably could, and that it
probably did still feel good.  But then couldn't decide if the cum would be
clear or a lot whiter.

That's not the end of the night around the lantern nor the end of playing
around back at my house but that is about as much as I can write about right
now.  The attention on me continued.


I hope guys are still liking my stories.  I get emails from some but I sure
do wish I could hear from a bunch more, especially if they like the stories
or don't.  sbc_tek@hotmail.com