Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 07:42:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys - 3

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and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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"Mill Town Boys"

Little Nate

Derek slowly made the rounds of the community center, cleaning up paper
from the floor, pushing tables and chairs back into place, and putting away
sports equipment. He shook his head softly, remembering it was two years
ago that he had walked through the doors for the first time. Mr. Clements,
the manager back then, had handed him a whistle and sent him to referee a
basketball game between a bunch of nine and ten year olds. A lot had
happened since then.

Locking the door and turning out the last of the lights, Derek smelled the
faint odor of cigarette smoke. He followed his nose and walked around to
the back of the building near the dumpsters. Trash was still piled high
after the neighborhood rummage sale. Clearly, someone was hiding there and
sneaking a smoke.

Derek crouched low and quietly came around the corner. He jumped into the
opening between the bins, trapping the culprit.

"Oh Shit," Nate cursed as he quickly tried to stamp out the cigarette.

"Again?" Derek sighed, with a disgusted and slightly angry look.

"Sorry," Nate mumbled.

Derek couldn't hide the disappointment on his face on finding a kid he had
grown fond of, messing up like this.

"You promised you wouldn't do this crap."

"I know, I know." Nate kicked at the ground. "I just can't seem to stop."

Derek stepped closer and pulled the twelve year old out from behind the
trash by his shirt sleeve. "I've been talking to your mom, and she says
you're getting to be a real pain in the ass."

Nate was embarrassed, but he didn't say a word.

"Two years ago I went all out for you and your momma, getting your house
fixed up, buying you guys a few things, and even our church helped out."

"I know, you did a ton of stuff for us, it really made a difference."

"And I asked you if you wanted an older brother, and you said, `yes'.

Nate stared at his shoes.

"Well, it's come to Jesus time, Nathan," Derek said, putting a hand on the
back of Nate's neck and firmly pushing him around to the front of the
building. "Sit," he ordered.

Nate did as he was told. Derek stared down at the boy and saw something
common in most kids that age.  Nate was showing attitude about doing
chores, was talking back to his elders, and he had started hanging with a
tough crowd. There also was a rumor that one or two of them had been
responsible for spray painting graffiti on some buildings around town.

"When you said you wanted an older brother, you wanted a friend, a guy to
hang out with, someone to take you places and do fun things with, and
generally have someone that would care."

Nate nodded with a sad look on his face.

"But along with that, you also got a guy who isn't going to put up with
this kind of shit." Derek held out his hand, showing the pack of cigarettes
he had just lifted out of Nate's back pocket.

"Yes, Sir," Nate mumbled.

Derek gave Nate a close look. Absent was the expected scared little
boy. What he saw worried him; a kid about to be a teen that could go either
way, good or bad.

"I'm calling your momma," he said finally.

Nate just shrugged as if to say, `whatever.'

Derek reached down and pulled Nate to his feet by his collar. "You cut this
shit out," he whispered in Nate's ear, "Or we're heading for some serious
consequences."

Derek then gave Nate a gentle push toward the street. Nate looked back
sadly, and started walking home.

* * * *

That night, Trevor stopped by after supper, and he and Derek watched a DVD.

"What's new?" Derek yawned as the movie ended, and his brother crawled over
to the player to take the disc out.

"Not much," Trev replied, opening the case and putting the disk away. "Oh,
I met some new kids"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I met one. Craig," Trev said as he sat by the TV. "He has a brother
Jared, they're twins."

"Cool, where did you meet him?"

"Baseball," Trev said with a grin, "He kinda sucks at it, but he's really
smart, good with statistics and crap like that."

Derek grinned, "Well, not everyone can be a starter."

"Yeah. Oh by the way, their Dad is the new manager at the mill."

"Oh?" Derek looked up, suddenly more interested. "I heard Mr. Jackson had
left, but I didn't know the new guy had kids."

"Yeah, they just moved in a couple of weeks ago."

The guys sat silent for a moment.

"Oh, one more thing, Craig is fucking hot!" Trevor giggled.

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"I'm fifteen, being horny is my job," Trevor grinned. They both laughed.

Trev crawled over to the couch and both boys snuggled up. It was quiet for
a while as neither broke the moment with talk.

"It feels nice holding you like this," Derek finally whispered, giving his
brother a little squeeze.

"Yeah, it's the best," Trevor said softly, snuggling deeper into the corner
of the couch between the cushions and Derek's strong shoulders.

"You wanna mess around?" Derek asked gently, pushing a little tuft of hair
away from Trev's eyes.

"Not tonight," Trev sighed, seemingly content to just lie next to his
brother. "Justin sent me a video clip that he says I need to watch only
when I'm alone." Trev giggled. "I think I better save myself for that."

Derek chuckled. "You still get it on with him?" he asked with a curious
grin.

"Well you know, we're always going to be together, you and me, nothing is
ever going to change that." Trev looked up at Derek, and Derek gave him a
reassuring nod. "But Justin has been my best friend like, forever." Trev
paused, "Would you get mad if me and him still did stuff?" he asked softly.

Derek pulled his brother closer. "I love you so much. Whatever makes you
happy makes me happy." Derek paused, "the only thing is, you need to keep
us both safe, if you decide you're ever really going to mess with Justin or
anybody else, wrap up your junk."

Trevor laughed, "Put a jimmy cap on?"

"Put on a rain coat."

"Wrap up your stuff?"

Both guys laughed again and again, coming up with more silly expressions
for using a condom.

"I'll be careful," Trevor finally said softly as he crawled on top of Derek
and gave him a light kiss. "Besides, we haven't done butt stuff yet."

The guys were quiet for a minute, and then kissed more deeply.

"I love you so much," Derek whispered as he held Trev tightly.

"It's the same for me," Trev whispered back, resting his head on his
brothers' chest.

* * * *

Three days later, Derek climbed the stairs to his apartment over the
community center. He was tired but satisfied that the day had gone
well. Each week it seemed more and more kids were joining the neighborhood
program, and the city was pleased with how Derek had managed the growing
responsibilities of the center. He grinned as he turned the knob and walked
into his place.

"What the fuck?" Derek muttered. The first thing he saw was Nathan.

Nate froze on the spot, Derek's small dresser drawer was open and Nate's
hand was inside.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

Nate's face showed fear. "Ugh, I needed something," he mumbled.

"What exactly would you need in my underwear drawer?" Derek said, with both
sarcasm and anger.

Nate stood stupidly by the side of the bed.

"You little thief!" Derek spat out angrily. He quickly crossed the room,
grabbed Nate by the shirt and pulled him toward the couch.

"No, I'm not a thief," Nate pleaded, "I just need some money," he cried as
Derek manhandled him.

"Past time you got an ass whuppin,'" Derek mumbled as he struggled with the
twelve year old.

He managed to get the kid's jeans unbuttoned and pulled his pants and
underwear down past his ass cheeks.

"Derek, don't spank me, please," Nate cried as he struggled to pull away.

It was too late to plead; Derek had pulled the brat down onto his lap and
made sure the kid's butt cheeks were fully exposed.  Derek took aim and
connected.

Nate yelped, and a pink spot appeared on the twelve year olds butt.

"Derek, No!" Nate cried again and wiggled.

Derek had been on the receiving end of some pretty good ass whuppins, and
he could deliver them as well as get them.

The slaps, whimpers, and cries went on for maybe ten minutes. Nate finally
stopped trying to get away. He sobbed; his ass steadily turning a deep red.

Derek took aim one last time, and put as much of his shoulder and arm into
the slap as he could, as if to make a final painful statement.

"Ouwwwwww!" Nathan screamed as the tears poured out. He sobbed again and
again.

Derek lifted Nathan off of his lap and stood him up. Nate's face was wet
with tears, and snot leaked out of his nose. He tenderly touched his ass
and cried.

Derek's anger slowly ebbed, and he got more control of himself. "No little
shit steals from me!" He said firmly, staring into Nate's eyes, "Especially
someone who knows better."

Nate's sobs grew softer. Looking at the floor, he slowly reached down and
started to pull up his underpants and jeans. He paused as the fabric came
near his sore ass. It was then Derek noticed Nate had another problem. He
was sporting a boner. Nate sniffed and carefully tucked his erection into
his boxers, pulling them over his rear end. When he was done, he stood
silently for a moment.

"Nobody ever did that to me before."

"'Bout damn time somebody did," Derek said firmly. "Your momma never
spanked you?"

"No," the kid said softly, "She threatened to, but never did."

Derek stared at the kid in front of him. The last of his anger melted as he
realized Nate never had a daddy, and never really learned from his
momma. Derek reached out and slowly pulled Nate toward him. Nate held back
for a moment, probably fearing another beating was on the way. Derek gave
him a reassuring smile and pulled the kid onto his lap, giving him a gentle
hug. He held the boy tenderly for several long minutes.

"What am I gonna do with you?" He whispered as he rubbed Nates back. Tears
slowly ran down Nate's face. No one it seemed had ever taken time to care
what he did until now. Derek felt sad that any kid could be so lost and
alone.

After fifteen minutes things settled down.

"You hungry?" Derek asked as he rose from the couch.

Nate nodded.

"Pizza is on me tonight," he said softly.

* * * *

Derek drove to a little pizza place a half mile from the apartment. By the
end of the meal, Nate was smiling again, and both were joking and fooling
around.

It was getting late by the time they got back to his apartment.  Derek had
Nate call home to get his momma's permission to stay the night. They talked
for a while after the call. Then Nate was put on the couch with several
blankets and pillows to make him comfortable.

"Derek, I'm really sorry," Nate whispered.

The lights were finally out and both guys were nearly asleep.

"Why did you do it anyway?"

"Zack dared me; he said I couldn't hang with them unless I did it."

Derek swore. "You know better," he said gently, "You don't need those kind
of guys, they'll just get you in more trouble."

"Ya," Nate whispered. "Thanks for reminding me."

Derek heard the rustling of blankets.  He wondered if Nate was rubbing his
sore ass.

Eventually, Nate's breathing evened out, and then a little snore announced
he was asleep. Derek followed shortly after.

* * * *

It was maybe two in the morning when Nate woke with a serious need to
pee. Just wearing boxers, he quietly crept across the room and into the
bathroom. Nate caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; his boxers looked
way too big. His skinny little arms and legs seemed out of proportion to
the baggy drawers. Nate pulled the front elastic down and took hold of his
five incher. For his age, he seemed to be bigger than his friends down
there, and he smiled as he pulled it out. It only took a second before a
steady stream of warm piss started filling the bowl. Finished, he shook the
last few drops off the end of his dick, and flushed.

Turning off the lights, Nate crept back to the couch. As he cuddled back
under the blanket, he smiled at the sound of Derek's soft snorts and
snores.

"Damn, my ass is still sore," Nate thought as he tried to get comfortable.

He decided face down and butt up was best, and rolled onto his stomach. The
soft pillow, blankets, and the feeling that he wasn't alone, all worked to
soothe and give him a feeling of safety. Nate closed his eyes. His right
hand automatically slid into its usual place in his underpants, cupping his
dick and balls. The familiar feel of his hand on his dick brought the
typical response. Nate's cock twitched, slowly grew plump, and then hard.

"Oh God," Nate sighed to himself, realizing he had created an awkward
situation. He hadn't intended it, but now he was horny. He thought about
trying to ignore his throbbing dick, but that wasn't going to happen. He
looked over at Derek and saw he was still soundly sleeping.

"Go for it," Nate finally said to himself, rolling on to his back. There
was still one more problem, for the last four months when Nate had played
with himself, it always involved something in his butt. One time, by
accident, he found he could get an incredible cum when he tried touching
himself back there. It was only a small step from touching his hole to
putting stuff in there, and then jerking.

Nate stared at the ceiling in frustration. "Ya, I can jerk without the
other stuff," he told himself, "But its way better the other way."

He made up his mind, kicked off the blankets, and crept back toward the
bathroom in search of something he could play with. Nate rummaged through
the three small drawers by the sink, but didn't find anything that would
help. He opened the small medicine cabinet and didn't see much there,
either, except for a small jar of Vaseline.

"That'll be good," Nate thought as he grabbed it. Closing the door, Nate
frantically looked around for something, anything that he could stick up
his butt. He finally saw just the thing. Grabbing a wash cloth, he quickly
flicked off the lights, and headed back to the couch.

Scooting under the blankets, Nate quickly pulled down his boxers, turned on
his side, and popped the top off the jar of Vaseline. He fondled the smooth
end of Derek's toothbrush and smiled as he dipped it in the jar, covering
the rounded end with a glob of lube.

Nate held his breath as he gently touched the handle of the toothbrush
against his anus, and slowly pushed. His tight butt hole resisted the
intruder at first, but he persisted, soon feeling the slippery stick slide
an inch into his rectum.

"Oh shit!" Nate thought as he felt the handle enter. "So fucking good," he
whimpered.

He smiled as he slowly slid the toothbrush up his rear end. He bent
slightly at the waist, sticking his butt out, gently inserting the tool. He
pushed it deeper, until finally it was as far as it would go up his
ass. His dick jerked, and grew fatter.

Once the toothbrush was comfortably deep in his rear end, Nate rolled onto
his stomach. He tucked his hand under his belly and grabbed his dick. It
only took a few strokes before his cock was as hard as always. Nate could
feel the bristles of the toothbrush scratch against the blanket covering
his ass. The tugging and pulling made the handle stuffed in his butt
wiggle. It pulled out a little, and he quickly shoved it back in, once
again filling his hole.

Grunting and jerking with a steady pace, Nate focused on the feelings in
his ass and his dick. He stroked with determination. Eyes closed, he thrust
his hips, raised his ass up, and thrust again, eagerly pounding his cock
head against the sofa.

"Fuck!" Nathan grunted softly once a while as he urgently stroked his meat
and fondled his balls. He humped back and forth for some time.

The feelings in his crotch were growing stronger. Nate knew he was close to
getting off.

He rolled over on to his back and spread his legs wide. He stroked his cock
with one hand and used his other to push and pull the thing in his
ass. "Gonna do it," he whimpered as he felt the tension build.

The incredible feeling of achieving orgasm finally arrived. Nate held his
breath as his dick jerked. His climax went on and on as long strings of
sperm spit out the end of his dick, landing on his chest. Nate grunted,
groaned, and squeezed his penis frantically, trying to wring out a few more
drops. His other hand continued the frantic fucking motion pulling and
pushing the slippery handle in and out of his ass. He finally stopped
shooting.

"Christ!" Nate whimpered as he pulled at his dick one last time and took in
a deep breath. As his heart and breathing slowly returned to normal, he ran
the tip of his finger through the puddle of sperm on his chest. With a
smile, he playfully shoved some spunk into the hole of his belly button. He
rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes in enjoyment. After a few
minutes rest, Nate reached over the side of the couch and found the wash
cloth, cleaned up the mess he had just made, and then toweled his dick
dry. He reached down to his ass and reluctantly pulled out the toothbrush
that had given him so much pleasure. He wiped it clean with the rag, gave
it a sniff, and decided it was fine. Checking to see that Derek was still
asleep, Nate hurried to the bathroom and put everything away.

Cuddled back on the couch, sleep came easy the second time.

It was late morning before he opened his eyes again. The smell of bacon was
what did it.



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