Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:46:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Black <theserpentcircle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story - Frank and Will (gay, incest, adult-youth, young friends)

FRANK AND WILL (gay, incest, bb, Bbb, Mbb)
by Alex Black
theserpentcircle@yahoo.com
Feedback is always appreciated!

Chapter 1: Meeting Mr. Martin.

A normal afternoon activity in a normal American suburb: two ten-year-old
boys going door to door in their neighborhood selling raffle tickets for a
school fundraiser.

One boy had light brown hair that sometimes fell into his large brown
eyes. He had a short nose that would crinkle with concentration whenever he
stopped to think for more than a second or two. He was tan-skinned,
slightly chubby, and preferred to wear shirts with his favorite pro
wrestlers on them. This was Franklin Cox, who preferred to be called Frank.

The other boy had dark blond hair buzzed close to his skull. His pale face
was dotted with freckles and the longer he stayed in the sun the more
freckled he became. His green eyes often sparkled with mischief, and when
he tucked his lower lip between his teeth it was a sure sign that he was up
to something. His ears were slightly prominent and he had small, slender
hands that seemed out of place on his lanky ten-year-old body. This was
William Troy Harrison, who as of late would rather be called Will.

The boys had been friends since first grade. They shared many things:
strong interest in sports, wrestling, military history, and video games
... an aversion to green vegetables ... a preference for chocolate ice
cream with chocolate syrup ... and a few secrets. They lived on the same
street and spent the night at each other's house frequently, sometimes
trying to avoid Frank's older brother Chris and sometimes pestering him
with their curiosity and admiration. They were on the same soccer and
softball teams. They went to the same school. They were as close as
brothers.

When Will's teacher asked the class to sell raffle tickets to fund a field
trip, Will agreed to do it -- and later, Frank agreed to help. That is how
the two boys ended up on Mr. Martin's porch at 4:15 on a Friday afternoon
in late September.

Will rang the doorbell while Frank looked around.

"This is a rental house, isn't it?" Frank murmured.

Will stepped back from the door. "Yeah. Somebody just moved in here a few
weeks ago. Some man."

"No family?"

"No. Just some man. At least, I didn't see any family when he moved in."

They heard steps in the house and fell silent. The lock clacked and the
door opened. Mr. Martin stood there in a thin, dark blue, cotton bathrobe
peering down at the boys.

Will said "Hello, my name is Will Harrison and I'm selling raffle tickets
so my class can go on a field trip." He continued his sales speech while
Mr. Martin stared at him.

Frank thought to himself that Mr. Martin had been drinking. He had the
uneven posture and bleary gaze of a man who had gotten a good start on the
road to intoxication. Frank had seen this look in his father's face before
his parents' divorce -- and also in the face of his brother who had begun
raiding the Cox family liquor cabinet when their mother wasn't
around. Because neither his brother nor his father were mean drunks, Frank
was not intimidated by Mr. Martin's apparent tipsiness. He simply noted
that Mr. Martin had been drinking.

Mr. Martin, for his part, drank in the sight of the two boys on his
porch. Such lovely boys! He suddenly found himself awash in nostalgia for
his own childhood. Mr. Martin was not an old man -- he was only 32 years
old -- but he had already lived quite a full and adventurous life. When he
indulged in alcohol (and he was indeed more than little tipsy) the
slightest reminder could send him on a wonderful journey of reminiscence.

Will finished his spiel. The three of them looked at each other for a
moment, then Mr. Martin said "I remember selling things in my neighborhood
when I was your age. We had a whole catalog of things we'd try to
sell. Mainly Christmas decorations. You boys ever do that?"

Will and Frank shook their heads.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Will and this is Frank," Will said promptly.

Mr. Martin stuck his hand out and each boy shook it firmly. "Well, nice to
meet you, Will and Frank. I'm Mr. Martin. Won't you come inside? I need to
get some money so I can buy your raffle tickets."

Together the three of them went into Mr. Martin's home.

The boys' eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside. They passed
through the living room and followed Mr. Martin down a hallway covered with
photos and paintings.

"In here," Mr. Martin said. "This is my office."

The office was as quiet and as dimly lit as the rest of the house. There
was a large desk in the center of the room with a smaller computer desk
next to it, creating an L shape. Behind the bigger desk was a large leather
executive-style chair, and behind that chair were two file cabinets and a
smaller table. Everything was covered with stacks of paper, folders, and
brochures showing beautiful scenes from around the world: beaches, castles,
mountains, villages, and forests.

"I keep my petty cash in here," Mr. Martin said as he moved behind his desk
and sat down, slouched and casual. Frank took note of the bottle of
whiskey, the 2-liter of Coca-Cola, and the empty glass together on
Mr. Martin's desk.

Mr. Martin leaned over and pulled open a low drawer in his desk. At the
same time his shoulder nudged a pile of papers and sent them sprawling
across the surface of his desk, knocking over a cup of pencils and pens at
the very edge. They plopped upon the thin yellow carpet and rolled here and
there.

"Pick those up for me, will you?" Mr. Martin muttered. Will immediately
began grabbing pens and pencils but Frank just stared at Mr. Martin.

When Mr. Martin had leaned over to open his drawer the lower part of his
dark blue robe had fallen open below the tied sash. Frank could see the
slight bulge of Mr. Martin's hairy stomach and below that his penis which
lay like a sleeping lion across the heavy stones of his
scrotum. Mr. Martin's penis was surrounded by a sparse thatch of black
curls.

Mr. Martin sat up with a maroon leather packet in his hands. He leaned back
in his hair -- still exposed to Frank -- unzipped the packet and removed a
handful of bills. He set the packet down and began to count out forty
dollars. As he counted he looked up at Frank, saw the boy's gaze, and
glanced down at his exposed penis.

Slowly he raised his eyes to look at the boy again. The boy was still
staring. And was that a bit of a bulge in the boy's athletic shorts?

It was. Frank felt himself get hard. He knew he should not stare but he
couldn't help it, especially now that Mr. Martin appeared to be getting an
erection. Before Frank's eyes that penis thickened and lengthened, rising
up from its regal sleep.

Will finished collecting the pens and pencils in their container and set
them back on the desk. He saw what Frank was staring at -- and he stared
too.

Mr. Martin slowly leaned forward and handed the money to Will. "I would
like forty dollars of raffle tickets, please."

Will tore his eyes away from Mr. Martin's fully erect penis and fumbled
with the forms and tickets in his hands. His own erection was causing a
painful and awkward tent in his shorts. Could Mr. Martin see it? Will kept
stealing glances at Mr. Martin's erection as he sorted through his
paperwork.

Finally he handed over $40 worth of tickets to Mr. Martin along with a
receipt form. Mr. Martin placed them on the desk. Will, blushing fiercely,
would not meet his eyes, but Frank continued to stare openly at the proud
erection jutting from Mr. Martin's blue bathrobe.

Mr. Martin rose to his feet, slightly unsteady, and moved around the desk
to stand between the two boys. He slowly undid the sash of his robe and
placed his hands on his hips.

"You boys can look at it as long as you want," Mr. Martin murmured.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 2: Frankie and Chris.

Frank and his family lived in one of the smallest houses in the
neighborhood -- a bungalow, built just after World War II, that faced the
main road of shops and markets. The house had two bedrooms and only one
full bathroom (along with a toilet and sink in a closet off the
kitchen). There was no basement and the attic was a crawlspace meant for
storage only.

They had moved to the neighborhood after the divorce of Frank's parents
back when Frank was five years old ... and was known as "Frankie." The
neighborhood was clean and full of children of all ages. Frankie's mother
thought it would be an excellent place to continue raising her two
sons. Chris was ten years old and reluctant to start over in a new
neighborhood, but their mother made sure he could go to the school across
town that he had been attending for years, so there was some consistency in
his life.

Their house was much smaller and their budget was a lot tighter, but they
were still happy together.

Frankie's mother worked twice as much and often left the boys alone late at
night, relying on Chris to heat dinner, run baths, and ensure Frankie got
to bed on time. Chris, for the most part, complied with his mother's
wishes.

Like a lot of young children Frankie hated taking baths. Chris discovered
that Frankie would happily bathe if they were together in the tub. When she
learned of Chris' solution, their mother approved, and so the brothers
developed a habit of bathing together.

When their water heater gave out -- and their mother could only afford to
purchase a new one that was substantially smaller -- the boys discovered
that bathing together guaranteed that they would both be able to get hot
water. And so their habit continued long past the point where brothers
would normally crave privacy or separateness. The fact that they shared a
bedroom contributed to their willingness to share a bath as well.

Chris, raised without religion or guilt by their agnostic mother, had no
shame about bathing Frankie, and Frankie certainly enjoyed the
attention. Chris would carefully rub soap all over his brother, making sure
to get each crevice clean, and when Frankie became erect neither brother
thought much of it.

When Chris was thirteen and Frankie was eight, things changed one night.

Chris had just finished rinsing the soap off of Frankie's body. Frankie's
glistening little erection was pointing up to the ceiling. Chris stood up
to begin washing himself.

"You're getting a lot of hair on your penis," observed Frankie.

Chris shrugged. "You will too when you get older."

Suddenly Frankie had an idea. "Can I wash you now?"

Chris shook his head and chuckled. "No, I wash you. You don't wash me. I
can wash myself."

Frankie pouted. "You always get to wash me and I never get to wash you!"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. Here." And he placed the bar of soap in
Frankie's hand.

Frankie soaped up his brother's shins -- his feet were underwater -- and
worked his way up. When he reached Chris' penis, the feeling of the slick
soap and Frankie's warm hands caused Chris to become erect.

Frankie was fascinated and Chris was somewhat uncomfortable. Chris had
begun deliberate masturbation recently -- more than just casually enjoying
the sensations of playing with his penis, this was focused and intense
stroking with the goal of orgasm -- and he knew a bit about the birds and
the bees, and what it meant to be homosexual, and how upset his mother (and
the rest of the world) would be if they were discovered.

Nonetheless, because he was thirteen and aroused and enjoying his brother's
attentions, he let Frankie continue.

"It gets real big when you're hard," Frankie observed. Chris had been
careful to conceal his erections and masturbatory habits from the little
brother with whom he shared a bedroom.

Chris made a decision. "Keep washing it," he said casually. "With your
hands, not with the soap."

He took the soap from Frankie and placed it in the soap dish. Then he
showed his little brother how to "wash" his penis correctly -- with both
hands, stroking from the base to the tip, with a firm but not tight grip.

"You never wash my penis this way," Frankie said.

"I can start doing it this way if you want me to. It feels really good."

"Okay."

Chris put one hand against the cool tiled wall to steady himself. He smiled
down at his brother, but Frankie's attention was fixed upon his brother's
soapy erection in his hands.

"Wash my balls too," Chris said, and then when Frankie moved both hands
down to Chris' scrotum, Chris showed him how to stroke his erection with
one hand while using the other to play with his testicles.

"That feels really good, Frankie."

Frankie giggled. "Will you do it to me, too?"

"Yeah."

Chris placed his other hand on his little brother's shoulder for a moment,
then began to stroke his arm. He was thoroughly enjoying this newfound
intimacy with Frankie.

"Listen Frankie, if you keep doing that, something's going to come out of
the end of my penis."

"Like pee?"

"No, it's called cum. When you get older, if you play with your penis like
this for a long time, the cum comes out. It feels really good."

"Okay. Can I see?"

"Yeah. Here, let me ..."

Chris gently moved Frankie's hands away and then stroked himself
quickly. He was sure he had never been harder in his life. It did not take
long for him to reach climax, and when he did, he turned away from Frankie
and ejaculated powerfully onto the cool white tile of the bathroom wall,
his orgasmic grunts and moans echoing in the bathroom.

"Wow," murmured Frankie as he watched the pearly white liquid ooze down the
wall. "That's cum?"

"Yes," Chris said, catching his breath. "It comes from your balls. It feels
great when it comes out. You'll make it when you're older."

Frankie reached out to stroke his brother's penis again, but Chris pulled
away. "No, Frankie. It's real sensitive after I cum, okay?"

"Okay."

"Let's rinse off and get out."

Frankie had forgotten all about soaping his brother's whole body.

Chris felt a twinge of regret as he watched Frankie get dressed for
bed. What if Frankie told their mother? Did this mean that he was gay? Or
worse, did it mean that he had turned Frankie gay?

"Well, I'm going to go do homework. You go to sleep," Chris said, sitting
on the edge of Frankie's bed.

"Can I wash you again tomorrow?"

Chris smiled. "Yeah. But listen. This is just something that we do, okay?
It's something that brothers do. You can't tell Mom about it."

Frankie's lower lip curled up between his teeth and he grinned his cute
little conspiratorial grin. Chris had seen it many times before. It was a
look of satisfaction, a look of mischief ... a look of secrecy.

"I won't tell," Frankie said.

"Promise?"

"I promise. As long as we can do it again."

"We will. Good night."

"Good night."

With that, Chris left the room. Frankie rolled over on his side, his
nighttime reading forgotten, and thought about how cool it had been to see
his brother cumming on the wall. How thrilling it had been to hold Chris'
hard penis in his hands, to stroke it and play with it.

It became a routine of sorts -- each night the boys would bathe together
and then masturbate each other. First Chris would play with Frankie's
erection until the younger boy, gasping and giggling, would ask him to
stop. Then Frankie would eagerly soap up Chris' penis and stroke it, gently
at first, then rapidly, until his older brother was shooting his seed onto
the bathroom wall. Then they would rinse and Chris would tuck Frankie into
bed. Even when their mother was home they would enjoy their little game
since she almost never came into the bathroom while they were
bathing. Chris found himself becoming more affectionate towards Frankie,
spending more time tucking him in each night and giving him lots of kisses
and cuddles before finally leaving the room.

The new bath routine continued, but soon a new routine was to develop. One
night, a few months later, Chris put Frankie to bed at 9 PM and then over
an hour later returned to the bedroom to get ready for his own sleep.  As
he quietly drew back his sheets and climbed into bed, Frankie called out to
him.

"Chris?"

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Go to sleep, Frankie."

There was a pause as Chris got settled in his bed, and then:

"Chris?"

"What?"

"Can I come sleep with you?"

"Sure," said Chris immediately, and then felt surprised by his own
answer. Both boys had narrow beds on opposite sides of the room -- it might
be awkward to share a bed with his eight-year-old brother. But when he felt
Frankie slide in next to him, he realized why he had said yes -- the warm
feeling of his brother's skin against his caused a great surge of love and
affection within him. The boys cuddled together and kissed each other
affectionately: light pecks on their cheeks and chins.

Chris realized that they wouldn't be able to sleep this way and so he
instructed Frankie to turn over so they could fit together like spoons. As
soon as Frankie complied they were both more comfortable. Frankie's little
body curved up against Chris' angular adolescent frame perfectly. Chris put
his arm around his brother and soon they were both asleep.

They both slept comfortably and enjoyed the feeling of awakening in another
person's embrace. Their mother arched her eyebrows but Chris explained that
Frankie was having nightmares, so she shrugged and let them do as they
pleased. Besides, they had been so kind to each other lately -- better to
let them continue that kindness at night. And besides, wasn't it better for
Frankie to interrupt Chris' sleep than for him to come bleary-eyed and
whiny into her bedroom at 3 AM due to nightmares? Yes, she told herself,
this is for the best.

And so, if Frankie was awake when Chris came to bed, they would go to sleep
together in Chris' bed.

A few weeks later Chris entered their bedroom quietly. Frankie was asleep
in his own bed so Chris slipped under his own sheets without making a
sound. Instead of going straight to sleep he slid his underwear down to his
ankles and began to play with his erection. After cumming in the bath with
Frankie and putting Frankie to bed, he had been hard off and on all night
long. He had a difficult time concealing his erection from his mother who
had one of her rare nights off. He had perched on the edge of the couch
awkwardly with a pillow in his lap, pretending to watch TV with his mother,
all the while wishing she would do her usual yawn and stretch and then
excuse herself to bed so he could masturbate alone in the living room as he
normally did. But tonight she seemed determined to stay up as late as he
did, so he excused himself to his bedroom.

As Chris squeezed and tugged at his hard penis, he thought of some cute
girls at school who had been developing noticeable curves and were wearing
more revealing clothes as a result. He thought of their ripening breasts
and the mysterious delta between their legs, and he ached for release. He
knew that boys put their penises into girls, and he had a basic knowledge
of female anatomy, but he was also full of rumor and misinformation and
sexual legends, thanks to his classmates. To Chris, sex seemed impossible
-- how could a hard penis fit inside of the tiny pee hole that, he was
certain, lay between a girl's legs? And he had heard about anal sex but
again the hole seemed too small and tight for such a thing. His friends at
school made jokes about cocksuckers and buttfuckers and fags, and he had
laughed right along with them, but it all seemed so implausible.

"Chris? Are you awake?"

Chris froze. His sheet was still over him and the room was dark so Frankie
could not have seen what he was doing. He pretended to be asleep.

"Chris?"

There was the whisper of sheets moving and then an unmistakable thump on
the floor: Frankie had gotten out of bed and was coming over to
Chris. Chris remained stock still, hardly daring to breathe.

"Chris?"

His brother's voice was now right in front of him. He was sure that Frankie
was leaning over, peering into the inky dark, trying to see if his brother
was awake or not.

Chris squeezed his still-hard cock. He was horny. He wanted to cum. He made
a decision.

"Yeah, Frankie. Get in."

Grateful, Frankie lifted the sheet and climbed into bed next to his big
brother. Right away he noticed that Chris' legs were spread and that his
underwear was off.

"What are you doing? Where's your underwear?"

"I'll tell you," Chris whispered, "but you have to take off your underwear
first."

Frankie immediately complied, kicking his underwear off at the
ankles. Chris placed his hand on his brother's penis and felt it grow hot
and solid under his palm.

"Put your hand on my penis," Chris instructed, and Frankie obeyed.

"Wow, you're hard," Frankie breathed.

"Let's play together, okay? Like we do in the bath."

"Okay!"

Frankie's cool little hands felt wonderful on Chris' penis. They weren't
slick with soap but the sensations were thrilling, especially with
Frankie's nude body almost right on top of Chris.

"Are you going to cum?" Frankie whispered.

"Do you want me to?" Chris whispered back. A plan had formed in his mind --
a bright and daring one, so powerful that he could not allow himself to
think through all of its consequences.

"Yes."

"Then you need to get my penis wet."

"How?"

"I need you to put your mouth on it."

"Okay," said Frankie, and pulled the sheet back so that he could move down
on his brother's body. He held Chris' erection in his little hands and
rubbed the head against his lips. Chris sighed and began to stroke
Frankie's body, running his palm from shoulder to buttocks and back again.

"Is that enough?"

"No. Put it in your mouth. As much as you can."

Frankie hesitated and Chris thought he was going to refuse, but then he
felt a wet warmth enclose the head of his penis and he gasped with
pleasure. So this is what cocksucking was. Now his brother was a
cocksucker.

Frankie took his mouth away and began to masturbate his older brother's
penis which was now slick with saliva.

"Do it again," Chris whispered, and Frankie did. He deliberately drooled
onto Chris' penis, as much as he could, to further lubricate the shaft.

Just as he did in the bathtub, Frankie tugged at Chris' penis with one hand
and caressed his balls with the other. He felt his big brother's body tense
and tighten, and he knew Chris was about to cum.

Chris reached down and seized the base of his penis, squeezing tightly as
he felt his climax coming.

"Oh Frankie, here it comes!"

Neither boy could see anything in the dark, so the first shot of hot semen
that hit Frankie in the cheek was a complete surprise. Frankie squeaked and
moved backwards, but the next shot still splashed across his lips and
chin. He giggled with surprise but continued to masturbate Chris, and soon
he felt the warm ooze of cum on his hands as Chris' orgasm subsided.

"It's on my face!" Frankie whispered, still giggling.

Chris laughed quietly. "Let me get something to wipe it off, okay?"

Frankie rubbed at his face with his hand, then impulsively stuck one of his
fingers into his mouth.

"It's sour," he reported.

"Tastes like warm spit, doesn't it?" Chris said as he extracted himself
from his brother's arms and climbed out of bed. He found a dirty towel in
their clothes hamper and used it to wipe off his body and Frankie's.

"Is it my turn now?" Frankie asked when Chris climbed back into bed, and
Chris asked himself: why not?

He lay between his little brother's legs and took his little penis into his
mouth. Frankie sighed and giggled, and all Chris could think of doing was
to lick and suck Frankie's penis like a lollipop. He held it in his mouth
-- it was the size of Chris' pinkie finger -- and then released it, over
and over again.

"How does that feel?" Chris asked at one point, catching his breath.

"Good," Frankie sighed. "It's getting kind of sore though."

"Well, let's stop then, and go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

Naked, they curled into their spoon shape. Chris' penis lay nestled between
Frankie's buttocks, and Chris' arm lay draped across Frankie's body so that
his hand rested upon Frankie's penis.

"Mmmm," Frankie sighed, wiggling his body against his older brother. They
bade each other goodnight and soon both boys were asleep.

The next day was Saturday. Their mother went off to work bright and early
without checking on them. When Frankie awoke, he could feel Chris' hard
cock pressed between his buttocks. It felt good back there, all hard and
warm, and it felt even better when he moved his hips around a little
bit. That rigid column of flesh felt all tingly and tickly against his
butthole. He twitched his hips back and forth, sliding his hole against his
brother's shaft. He reached down to play with his own little erection at
the same time.

Chris awoke in the middle of all this and enjoyed the feelings his brother
was giving him. He reached around Frankie and cupped his penis and balls,
and kissed the back of his neck.

"Good morning, Frankie," he murmured.

Frankie just giggled.

"You like that back there?"

"Uh huh."

"I have to go pee. Don't you?"

"Uh huh. But I don't want to get up. This feels too nice."

"Yeah, well, if you keep pressing up against me, I'm going to pee all over
you."

They both giggled, but Frankie rolled out of the bed and Chris
followed. Together they walked down the hall to the bathroom, their
erections bouncing in front of them. They stood in front of the toilet and
strained to urinate.

"It's hard to pee when my penis is hard," Frankie whined.

"I know. Shhh. I'm concentrating."

At last a brief spurt of urine came from Chris' penis, followed by a few
more spurts, and then a long, strong stream. As Chris peed, his erection
diminished. Frankie observed all of this with interest.

"See, nothing to it. You can do it too. Just concentrate."

With that, Chris left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to fix
breakfast.

Frankie came into the kitchen just as Chris was setting plates of pancakes
onto the table. Frankie was dressed but Chris was still naked.

"You're still naked!" Frankie observed.

"Mom's not home, so why not? Why did you get dressed?"

Frankie shrugged.

"Well, take your clothes off before you get maple syrup on them. And no,
don't just dump them on the floor. Go put them back where they belong in
your dresser."

Together the boys ate pancakes in the nude. After breakfast they cleaned
the dishes and sat together on the couch in the living room.

"What do you want to do today?" Frankie asked.

"Let's go back to bed," Chris said, wanting to continue their
experimentation.

"I'm not tired!"

"Not to sleep, silly. To play around." To make his meaning clear, Chris
cupped his hand over Frankie's crotch.

"Okay!"

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 3: Frank and Will.

The new evening routine of Frankie and Chris continued for the next few
years. They would masturbate together in the bathtub and then Frankie would
go to bed. More often than not he would read books or just lay awake until
Chris came to bed, and then they would masturbate or suck each
other. Together they discovered that Frankie was capable of having dry
orgasms. Frankie also learned how to suck Chris to orgasm, and how to
swallow the sour juices that spilled from his brother's penis. They figured
out that they could suck each other at the same time if they lay
head-to-foot in bed together, and this quickly became their favorite thing
to do.

As Chris got older he spent more time outside of their house, spending the
night with friends or even just coming home very late on the weekends when
he knew their mother would not be home. Frankie, who started to prefer
"Frank" as his name, was old enough to look after himself in Chris'
absence, and whenever possible he would wait up for Chris to return so that
they could engage in oral sex together.

Although Chris was definitely interested in girls, he continued to maintain
his affectionate sexual relationship with his brother, both for the sexual
release it provided but also for the emotional satisfaction. They still
loved to cuddle and kiss each other before and after sex, and when Chris
figured out what "French kissing" was, they began to practice that too.

Their mother would hardly ever allow guests to spend the night on her rare
nights off, but she was more than happy to let Chris and Frank out of the
house on those nights. Frank, who by now had been friends with Will for
years, spent the night at Will's house whenever he could. He never told
Will what he and Chris did together, but over time he became interested in
playing similar games with his best friend.

Will's house was substantially larger than Frank's, being deeper in the
subdivision and hence newer. Will was an only child and had his own
playroom in addition to his bedroom, and his parents were more than happy
to host Frank for sleepovers.

Will's family also had an aboveground pool in their backyard where Will and
Frank spent many sunny mornings and afternoons splashing around together.

One spring afternoon, when Will and Frank were both nine, Frank decided to
see if Will would be interested in doing the same kind of things he did
with Chris. The boys had seen each other naked before, of course -- when
changing in or out of their swimsuits it was unavoidable -- and they had
even seen each other's erections and teased each other about them. Frank
wanted to take it a step further, though, and he thought that they should
be naked together for as long as possible to make that happen.

And so, when it was time to get out of the pool and get dressed, Frank
suggested that they shower together in Will's bathroom.

"Why?" Will wanted to know.

"It will be fun. And I want to show you something."

Will shrugged. "Okay."

They climbed out of the pool, grabbed their towels, and headed inside. They
shucked off their wet bathing suits in the laundry room and then raced down
the hall to Will's bathroom.

Will adjusted the shower's water temperature until it was comfortable and
then both boys got in.

"Let me wash you," said Frank, grabbing a bottle of body wash from the
collection of colorful containers in a small alcove. He squirted some of
the pale green soap into his hand and then started to rub it on his
friend's body.

"Me too," said Will, copying his friend's actions.

Right away, Frank rubbed his friend's genitals, and Will's penis became
immediately erect. Will blushed fiercely but continued to wash Frank's
body, rubbing everywhere except Frank's penis and buttocks. Frank continued
to massage and caress Will's penis without shame.

"Rub mine too," Frank suggested in a somewhat whiny tone, and that was all
it took. Will giggled as he held and stroked his best friend's hard penis.

"This feels good, doesn't it?" Frank asked. Will nodded. The boys took a
step closer to each other.

"Is this what you were going to show me?" Will wanted to know.

"No, wash off and I'll show you," replied Frank, stepping under the hot
stream of the shower and washing all the suds off his body. Will did the
same; then they moved out of the water stream and faced each other again.

Frank knelt in front of Will and took his still-hard penis into his
mouth. Will gasped with surprise and pushed his friend away.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked, staring up at Will, confused that his friend
would reject something so fun.

"You're not supposed to do that," Will answered. "We shouldn't touch each
other there."

"Why not?"

"Because you're not supposed to let other people touch your penis!"

"Why not?"

Will shrugged. "You just aren't."

"It's okay if you want them to do it," Frank tried to explain, but Will
shook his head. He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a fresh towel, and
left the bathroom.

By the time Frank caught up to him, Will was completely dressed. Frank let
his own towel fall to the floor. He was still hard.

"Okay, what if I say it's okay for you to do it?"

"It's still not okay."

"Why not?"

Will shrugged quickly without making eye contact.

Frank began to play with himself. "Look, it feels good when I do it to
myself, so what's wrong with you doing it to me if I say it's okay?"

"It's just not okay," said Will with finality. "It's not okay."

Now it was Frank's turn to shrug. "Okay, okay," he said, pulling on his
clothes. "Nevermind. What do you wanna do instead?"

Later that night, after dinner and movies on the VCR, the boys were getting
ready for bed. Frank took off all of his clothes and climbed into bed. Will
left his underwear on.

"My brother and I sleep naked every night," Frank said, then immediately
felt a twinge of guilt. Was he not supposed to tell anybody that part? Or
was it just the sex part that was supposed to be secret?

"Why?" asked Will.

"It feels good." Frank reached over and hugged his friend, who pushed him
away and giggled. This turned into a friendly wrestling match that lasted
until Will's father rapped sharply on the door and told the boys to calm
down and go to sleep.

The boys collapsed on opposite sides of the bed, gasping and stifling their
giggles. Will reached over and turned off his nightlight, throwing the room
into complete darkness. Frank could feel Will shuffling and wiggling on his
side of the bed -- and then was surprised to feel a naked Will cuddle and
hug him.

Of course, Frank cuddled and hugged him back, and even kissed his cheek and
neck. Will returned the kisses and the boys had to cover their mouths lest
the adults hear their giggles and happy sighs.

Frank could feel Will's erection poking him in the leg. He reached down and
cupped it in his palm.

"See? It's okay," whispered Frank.

He felt Will nod in reply, and then felt Will's hand reach down and cup his
erection too.

"Mmm, that's nice," Frank sighed, and the boys fondled each other for
several minutes. Frank kissed Will on the cheek, then the lips, and Will
returned the kisses -- shyly at first, then eagerly, and when Frank taught
him to use his tongue during the kisses, Will did that, too.

"Can I show you something else?" Frank whispered eventually.

"Is it the same thing you showed me in the shower?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, you can show me."

And so Frank got between Will's legs and took his little hard penis into
his mouth. Will gasped and squeezed Frank's torso with his thighs. Frank's
mouth created a strong suction around his friend's penis, and he played
with his balls at the same time, and soon Will was humping his hips into
Frank's face.

"Go up and down on it," Will suggested. "That's what you're supposed to
do."

"What do you mean?"

"You go up and down. With your head. That's how you do it."

Frank pushed his face into Will's crotch, then pulled away until the penis
popped out of his mouth.

"No, keep my dick in your mouth," Will whispered. "I saw my mom do it to my
dad."

Frank scooted up next to Will and laid on his back. "You show me."

Will got down between his best friend's spread legs and held the base of
his penis between his fingers.

"Like this," he said, then tightened his lips into a little O shape around
the head of Frank's penis and slid his face up and down the shaft. The
difference between simple suction and focused friction was substantial, and
Frank appreciated it immediately. He showed Will how to lay on top of him,
face to hips and hips to face, so that they could suck each other at the
same time.

Frank caressed Will's buttocks and back while he sucked him, and reached up
to play with his hairless balls, and rubbed his little wrinkled hole with
his fingertip. Will shuddered and moaned with each of these new sensations,
and tried to do the same things to his friend.

When his dry orgasm came, Will bucked his hips into his friend's face, and
Frank sucked as hard as he could, squeezing Will's buttocks and pressing
his lips and chin against Will's crotch. Will felt like he was going to
pass out, and when the intense feeling finally washed away from him, he
rolled off of his best friend and lay gasping in bed next to him.

"Wow," Will managed to say.

"I told you it was okay," Frank whispered, and they both giggled.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 4: Frank, Will and Chris.

Not long after Frank and Will first became lovers, Will was able to spend
the night at Frank's house. Frank and Chris' mother told Chris to sleep on
the couch so that the younger boys could have the bedroom and Chris agreed.

After a late evening of pizza and movies, Frank's mother sent the younger
boys to bed and then went to her own bedroom. As soon as he heard her door
click shut, Chris went from the living room couch to the bedroom he shared
with Frank. He was already hard in anticipation of what he might find
behind that closed door.

Chris stood outside the bedroom door with his hard cock in his hand,
holding his breath and listening carefully. A thin line of lamplight shone
through the crack at the bottom of the door. He heard a giggle, then a
thump, another giggle, then a few moments of silence ... then a gentle sigh
that he recognized as a sound of Frank's pleasure.

Chris slid his underwear off and held it in his left hand. He used his
right hand to gently, silently turn the doorknob and push the door
open. Through the crack he could see his brother and his little friend
already engaged in the 69 position with Will on top.

He eased into the room and tried to shut the door silently but when the
latch clicked both boys looked up at him -- Frank's face was filled with
anticipation while Will seemed both curious and afraid.

"Can I play?" murmured Chris, moving closer to the bed. Will rolled off of
Frank's body and both boys tried to make room for Chris, but Chris had
other plans. He told the boys to sit on the edge of the bed and play with
each other's erections. He stood in front of them, so close that his knees
were touching theirs, his erection throbbing in their faces, his glans
slick with pre-cum.

Frank gripped the root of his older brother's penis and took the head into
his mouth, again emitting that distinctive moan of pleasure. He moved his
head back and forth on Chris' shaft as Will had taught him.

Chris had been very pleased to discover Frank's new skills. He had also
been eager to get Will into their house for some three-way
experimentation. Chris had planned everything and Frank had gotten Will to
agree. And now they were going to do all the things they said they would do
together.

Frank pulled his brother's penis from his mouth and pointed it at his
friend's face. Will immediately took the older's boys penis between his
lips and sucked on it vigorously.

Chris allowed the two younger boys to suck him for a while and then he
stepped away, ready to move on. The three of them pulled the pillows,
sheets and blankets from both single beds onto the floor and made a sort of
nest big enough for all three of them. Chris laid on his back, Will sat on
his chest and placed his erection into Chris' mouth, and Frank crawled
between Chris' legs to suck and lick his penis and balls.

They continued to change positions every few minutes, eager to try every
possible configuration: Will and Frank in a 69 while Chris helped Frank
suck Will's penis and balls. All three boys in a twisted triangle shape,
each with a mouth on his penis and a penis in his mouth. Chris sitting on
the edge of the bed with Frank and Will kneeling between his legs, bathing
his penis and balls with their tongues. Frank spooned behind Chris who was
spooned behind Will, rubbing their tingling erections in each other's rear
crevices.

At one point when Chris was squatting over Frank and Will's faces so they
could easily lick his scrotum, Frank rubbed his fingertip against his
brother's pale rosebud. Chris shivered with pleasure and encouraged Frank
to continue. Frank and Will took turns taking Chris' balls into their
mouths and using their fingers to tickle, rub and probe at Chris' rectal
opening.

Then Chris had an idea. He laid on top of Will in a 69 and asked Frank to
sit behind him and play with his butt some more. After a few minutes of
this extremely pleasurable position, Chris said "Put it in me, Frank."

"Ew, no," Frank whispered. "That's dirty."

"Come on," Chris begged. "Please. It feels so good."

Frank shook his head, then reconsidered. "You do it to me first."

Chris thought this was reasonable, so he and Frank changed positions. Now
Frank was lying on top of his best friend, Will's erection in his mouth and
his own hard penis between his friend's soft wet lips. Behind him, his
brother pressed a finger against his anus -- gently at first, then more
insistent.

"It's not going to work," Frank said at last.

"Let me wet it," Chris said. Without thinking he brought his finger to his
mouth and stuck it in. Both Will and Frank made sounds of disgust at the
same time, but Chris realized that there was no bad taste -- in fact, not
much of a taste at all, aside from salty sweat. He pulled his wet finger
out and rubbed it in circles around his brother's asshole, then pushed his
fingertip inside.

Frank gasped a bit too loudly. Chris and Will shushed him, then they all
had to suppress their giggles. Will stopped sucking Frank's penis to pay
closer attention to the sight above his face.

Chris eased his finger into his brother's butt until the first knuckle had
moved past the outer sphincter. "How does that feel?" he wanted to know.

"Intense," Frank reported. "Really good. Tingly. I feel all full and
tingly."

"Should I keep going?"

"Yeah."

Chris smiled down at Will, then continued to slide his finger inside his
brother. Will took Frank's penis back into his mouth but stared up at the
invasion of Chris' digit.

Finally Chris had his whole finger in up to the third knuckle. He wiggled
the tip around a bit and Frank quivered and sighed.

"How's that?"

Frank shivered. Chris felt his anal muscles clench and tug at his
finger. "It feels really good, Chris."

"Move it in and out," Will suggested.

When Chris complied, Frank started to mewl and moan with pleasure.

"Here, you do it to me now," Chris said, opening his legs and leaning back
a bit so that Will could reach his anus. The younger boy smiled, tongued
his finger to wet it, and then began to prod and poke at Chris' nether hole
just as Chris had done to Frank.

Soon Will's finger was just as deep in Chris' bottom as Chris' finger was
in Frank's.

"We should do this with our dicks," whispered Will.

"Okay, you do it to me first," said Chris, and Will agreed.

Slowly they withdrew their fingers, and then Chris and Frank took turns
sucking Will's little erection, slobbering all over it until it was
glistening wet. Then Chris lay on his back and hiked his knees up to his
chest, exposing his rear crevice and puckered hole.

Will knelt in front of Chris and pressed the soft head of his hard penis
against the teenager's anus. "It's not going in," he murmured after a few
false starts.

"Keep trying," Chris begged.

After a few more tries both boys suddenly felt the head of Will's little
penis slip past the tight muscular ring of Chris' sphincter. Chris sighed
and relaxed a little, and Will's penis slipped further inside. It wasn't
long until Will was balls deep in the older boy and Chris was groaning
quietly. His penis was still solidly erect and drooling pre-cum onto his
abdomen with each beat of his heart.

"God, that feels so fucking good," Chris moaned.

Will started to move in and out -- as much as he could without having his
little penis pop out -- and Chris responded with more muted sounds of
pleasure.

"Do it to me," Frank whined, feeling left out.

Chris had an idea. He had Frank squat over his lower torso as if he was
going to defecate. Chris pointed his erection upward and Frank slowly
lowered his hips until he felt his brother's glans pressing against his
anus.

"It's too big," he complained.

"You need to suck it for a while and get it wet. Here, lay on top of me,"
Chris said, still a bit loopy from the sensation of Will's hard penis in
his ass.

When Frank laid on top of his older brother in the 69 position, Chris did
not suck his penis -- instead, he began to vigorously lick and suck Frank's
ass, an amazing sensation that caused Frank to squeak and giggle amidst
much shushing from Chris and Will. Frank managed to calm down enough to
coat his brother's penis with plenty of saliva, and then he felt he was
ready to try again.

He squatted over his brother's cock and felt the soft head press against
his hole, but this time he was more relaxed (and dripping with saliva). The
head of his brother's penis gently pressed its way inside and lodged itself
just past Frank's anus.

Frank bit his lower lip and continued to press downward, determined to have
his brother fully inside him. Right now he only felt a sense of fullness,
of invasion; he was eager for these new and interesting sensations to
become pleasurable rather than merely strange.

"Oh shit," Chris said suddenly, and started cumming inside his brother's
asshole.

The sensation was so bizarre that Frank tried to stand up and instead fell
sideways off of his brother's hips. At the same time, the force of Chris'
orgasm had thrust his hips upward so abruptly that Will could not stay
mounted within him. The two nine-year-olds watched in awe as Chris seized
his penis and finished his orgasm with several dramatic spurts and deep,
bestial grunts. Hot cum splashed all over Chris' lower torso and thighs.

"Wow," murmured Will.

"Yeah," whispered Frank.

"How did it feel inside you?" Will wanted to know.

"Amazing," said Chris at the same time as Frank. The boys giggled and
clapped their hands over their mouths.

"Do it to me," Will said to Frank.

None of the boys got much sleep that night.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 5: Being With Mr. Martin.

"You boys can look at it as long as you want," Mr. Martin murmured.

With a glance at his best friend, Frank stepped forward and held
Mr. Martin's cock in his hand. He looked up at the man and flashed a sweet
grin.

Mr. Martin's breath hissed out between his teeth. "Oh, so nice," he
whispered.

Will also moved closer and held Mr. Martin's hard cock in his
hand. Together the boys stroked the man's erection and played with the
large, hairy scrotum below.

"Do you want us to suck it?" Frank asked.

"Oh, you little slut!" Mr. Martin exclaimed. "You must have done this
before."

Frank nodded; Will blushed and also gave a small nod.

"Yes, I want you to suck it. Both of you. But I want you both to undress
too, okay? And let's go to my bedroom instead of this office."

And then they were on Mr. Martin's bed, all three of them naked and
fiercely erect, and the boys were taking turns sucking on Mr. Martin's
large and hairy penis while Mr. Martin fondled their erections and
bottoms. He slid his fingers between their rears and pressed his fingertips
inquisitively against their holes. Mr. Martin was pleased to discover that
he could easily slide a fingertip inside of each boy, and that each boy
responded with pleasure.

"Do you like cum? Do you want me to cum in your mouths?" he whispered.

Will had his cock in his mouth and so did not answer, but Frank nodded and
said "Yes."

"Do you boys play together? Do you suck each other's cocks?"

Again, Frank nodded. Will murmured assent.

"Do you also play with anyone else? Do you suck your daddy's cock?"

Will took Mr. Martin's cock out of his mouth long enough to issue an
indignant "No!" Frank shook his head but smiled.

"Not your daddy, then? Someone else?"

Frank just smiled and shrugged.

"Ah, it's a secret, huh? Just like what we're doing right now -- a
wonderful secret. You boys won't tell will you?"

Both Frank and Will shook their heads.

"Mmmm," Mr. Martin moaned. "I'm going to cum soon. I want you both to drink
my cum. Oh god, here it comes!"

First he held Will's head on his penis as the first few hot spurts shot
out, then he grabbed Frank's head and placed his mouth on his cock to catch
the rest. Mr. Martin watched in awe as both boys swallowed his cum and
licked his shaft clean.

"Very good boys. Such good boys! Come here and let me hug you."

Mr. Martin was surprised again when, during their hugging and cuddling, he
attempted to kiss Frank and received a passionate French kiss in
return. Both boys were capable of giving him tongue, it seemed, and soon
Mr. Martin was fully erect again.

"Do you ever put each other's dicks in your butts?" he wanted to know. Both
boys nodded, but Mr. Martin thought there might be more to the story.

"Anything bigger than your dicks, though? Something closer to my size?" He
brandished his erection like a sword and the boys giggled.

"Yes," Frank said -- truthfully enough, for Mr. Martin was not much bigger
than his brother Chris.

"Do you want me to put my cock in your ass? Is that what you want?"

Frank nodded and began to climb on top of Mr. Martin's nude body. He always
rode on top of Chris these days -- that way Chris could see and play with
his little erection, and also they could kiss while they had sex.

Mr. Martin reached over to his bedside table and pulled a large pump bottle
from the drawer. He pumped four good shots of a clear gel into his hand and
rubbed it all over his glistening erection and Frank's anus.

Frank squatted over Mr. Martin as the man held his erection upright,
pointed into Frank's bowels. Slowly the boy lowered himself until he felt
that familiar sensation of a hard cock pressed against his nether
opening. Slowly he relaxed and pressed his hips downward until he felt
Mr. Martin's penis slide abruptly inside his anus.

Both man and boy gasped with pleasure. Will stared at the juncture between
their bodies.

Frank caught his breath and slid down a bit more, little by little, until
Mr. Martin was fully buried within his bowels. He really wasn't much bigger
than Chris and certainly felt wonderful inside of him.

Mr. Martin held the boy by the hips and allowed him to relax and get used
to their joining for a few minutes, then began to slowly and patiently
thrust. Having already cum once he was prepared to fuck this boy for quite
some time before his second orgasm of the day.

Will alternated between sucking his friend's hard penis and licking
Mr. Martin's hairy scrotum. He wanted to be next -- Frank was clearly
enjoying this.

Frank's eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Mr. Martin caressed
Frank's nipples, chubby belly, thighs and hips while he thrust inside of
him. Slowly Frank leaned forward until Mr. Martin cupped his face in his
hands and kissed him passionately.

"Oh, my boy, my beautiful boy," Mr. Martin moaned around Frank's busy
tongue, "I'm going to cum again. I'm going to breed your beautiful boy
ass. I'm going to pour my cock's hot fucking cum into your asshole!"

The dirty talk surprised Frank and Will but also excited them. Mr. Martin
held Frank tightly in his arms as he thrust a few final times and then
spurted hot seed into the boy's bowels. Frank could feel each throb and
splash within his body, and when Mr. Martin finished Frank pressed his lips
against Mr. Martin's. Will came closer and the three of them kissed each
other with fervor and abandon.

Slowly they relaxed; slowly they disengaged from each other. Mr. Martin
said that he was too delightfully tired to continue, but he promised Will
that if the boys came to see him tomorrow that he would definitely fuck
Will first.

The boys got dressed, thanked Mr. Martin for buying raffle tickets, and
made their way back down the street to Frank's house.

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