The Jameson Brothers
by Kelvin Guard

	Craig slowly opened the door to the study and peeked in to make sure
no one was inside.  Seeing that the room was empty, he entered and
crossed to the bookshelf.  He was looking for a very special book, one that
he and his older brother Peter had stumbled across earlier that afternoon. 
Nervousness made his hands shake as he anxiously thumbed through the
books looking for the thin volume he wanted, then his fingers touched it. 
With a quick glance around he pulled the book from the shelf and nervously
slipped it down the front of his shirt without looking at it.  He held it
there against his chest and went back to the door.
	The hallway beyond was empty and he very quietly sneaked up the
corridor to the bathroom.  Once inside, he locked the door and sat down on
the toilet.  Excited by his sneaking and anticipating the contents of the
book, he was panting softly as he pulled it from his shirt.
	The cover was red and grey with no more decoration than its title: 
The Life Cycle Library, Volume 2: Child Development.  With a slight grin,
he opened the book and scanned the table of contents until he found what
he was looking for:  Puberty in Boys.  Gasping nervously he turned to the
page and began reading.
	He felt his young penis stiffen as he read about the primary sexual
development of boys, about increased sexual desire, about the growth of
hair on their penises.  The book said that these changes normally occurred
in thirteen year old boys.  He had never seen pubic hair on his own six inch
penis, but grew so curious that he set the book aside and unzipped his
pants.  He stood up and pulled his pants and underwear down, his young
penis throbbing out between his legs with mad desire that begged him to...
something, he didn't know what.  He sat back down and stared at his erect
penis, at his large pink scrotum, anxiously looking for any sign of hair.  He
gently pushed his hard cock to the side and looked all around it.  He
couldn't see a single hair between his smooth thighs  Still, he did feel odd
pleasures when he touched his erection.
	Confused, he picked the book up again reading about underarm hair
and wondering if he might have underarm hair even if his penis was
hairless.  Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away from is
slender body.  He lifted his arm above his head and gazed at his armpit, but
all he could see was the smooth, hairless skin like the rest of his body.  If
boys were supposed to grow hair when they turned thirteen, why wasn't
he?  He wondered if Peter had hair on his penis.  Peter was a year older. 
Surely he must be in puberty.  He looked down at his own penis again,
wondered why it throbbed so madly and felt so hard.
	He read farther about how a boy's voice cracks when it starts to
change and realized that must be why Peter's voice had grown so funny
sounding lately.
	He jumped when somebody tried to open the locked door.
	"Who's in there?"  It was his father.
	"Craig," the boy managed to stammer back.
	"Well, hurry up."
	Craig didn't waste any time.  He pulled his pants back up and felt his
penis grow harder as the tight fabric rubbed against it.  It didn't fit easily
into his pants, so hard was it, and he had to bend it painfully to be able to
zip up.  Then he grabbed his shirt.
	Mr. Jameson stood impatiently outside the door wondering what
could be keeping his young teenaged son.  He knocked again.  "Craig, what..."
	The door opened and Craig appeared gazing up at him like he thought
he was going to get hit, his smooth, boyish face flushed a bright red. 
"Finally,"  Mr. Jameson sighed and entered the bathroom around the boy.
	Craig swallowed his momentary panic and walked quickly back down
the hall to his bedroom.  He opened it and was relieved to see that Peter
hadn't come home from baseball practice yet.  He closed the door and flew
onto his bed pulling the book from his shirt again.
	The book opened to the page he'd been on and he continued reading,
completely engrossed until he reached the part that talked about how
babies were made.  His penis, already throbbing, grew harder as he read
how a man gets an erection and his penis becomes hard.  He'd already read
about how frequently boys his age get erections, now he was finding out
why, finding out how a man sticks his penis into a woman's body and rubs
it inside of her, finding out about strange pleasures called orgasms,
finding out about ejaculations.  His throbbing penis hurt so bad that he had
to straighten it in his pants as he continued reading.  He knew that was
what his penis wanted, needed, to be stuck in a woman and rubbed until he
squirt his sperm inside her, and he fantasized about his friend Shari's body
and what she would feel like.
	Barely able to focus on the words, the horny young boy suddenly
realized that the book was no longer talking about a man and woman but
about boys just like him.  It said that many boys frequently did something
called masturbation.  Masturbating was when a boy rubbed on his own
penis until he had an orgasm all by himself.  Craig thought about Peter
again, remembered waking up several times and seeing Peter's sheets
moving just like his hand was rubbing is penis, and seeing, too, as the
older boy suddenly jerked in his bed and cried softly.  Some mornings,
Peter's underwear was wet and Craig had thought that he'd wet the bed or
something.
	The book slowly slipped from the boy's hands as his blue eyes slowly
slipped down his shirt and gazed at the incredibly hard bulge in his jeans. 
He wondered if he could do that with his own penis, if he was old enough
to feel that strange thing called an orgasm.  How long had Peter been
playing with himself?  Peter was only a year older than him and it seemed
like he'd been doing it for years.
	A little frightened, the thirteen year old's hand slowly slipped down
his body and his fingertips gently felt along the slender, six inch mound of
his penis.  It felt exciting to him, as if his penis was asking him to do it. 
He began to gasp as he cupped the bulge in his hand and pressed down on it. 
A ticklish wave of delight swept across his belly and he giggled through
his gasping.  His penis had never felt like it did that very moment, an
intense, immediate hardness, a strange, almost lonely desire.  Sometimes
when his penis had an erection and he climb a pole on the swing set at
school it felt like it did then, but not near so nice.  Delighted by his
discovery, he pressed harder on his penis and was shocked when his hips
suddenly pressed his penis back up at his hand.  He continued holding it as
he stared.  The bulge felt hard and very warm and he found himself
wanting to rub it more and more.  Too young to fight his pubescent
hormones, the boy gradually gave in and slowly rubbed down toward his
testicles then back up.  Still greater pleasure filled his belly and an even
greater hardness crept into his penis.
	He could hear himself gasping but couldn't help giggling.  Never had
he felt anything so wonderful in all his life.  To think that the hairless
penis he tinkled out of could feel so good.  He wondered if he'd had an
orgasm.  Still holding his hard mound, the boy found himself wanting to
see what his erection looked like.  Though he'd just been looking at it only
moments before, all he had been looking for was peach fuzz.  Now, he
started feeling curious about his penis itself.  He even wondered if maybe
he had hair on it that he just hadn't seen before.  He'd be able to see better
in his room where he didn't need to worry about his Dad walking in.
	Still staring at his bulge, his fingers slowly took hold of the snap to
his jeans and they snapped open causing his thin, boyish body to flinch
nervously.  The knob of his penis immediately poked through the opening,
covered tightly by his white cotton underpants, just shaded by the purple
young skin beneath.  The bottom tails of his shirt were separated enough
to show the smooth, soft, hairless skin surrounding his young belly button. 
The boy slowly slipped his index finger down the front of his underwear
along the upper length of his penis and giggled at the strange thrill it sent
through his body.  His hard penis was drawing him more and more into its
power, insisting more and more that he satisfy it.  This feeling frightened
Craig a little but he was young enough that his penis seemed to be like a
new toy, too young to be afraid of it or to think he shouldn't give in to its
desires.
	Nervously, he unzipped his pants, saw the length of his penis swell
out from the zipper through his underwear.  It looked funny to the innocent
boy and he smiled down at it.  Filled with pubescent excitement and
curiosity, the blushing boy slowly pulled his pants and underwear down to
his knees and his thirteen year old penis stuck out stiff and throbbing
along his hairless young belly.
	He lay grinning down at it thinking how much bigger it looked now
than it had a few weeks earlier.  His penis head was a young purple in
color, swollen until it shined in the window light and the little slit was
pressed open.  The long, slender shaft was a cute pale color, almost white,
broken only by a single light blue vein that pulsed along half its length.  It
joined to his body in incredibly smooth, soft, hairless skin that blended in
with the skin on his belly and below on his thighs.  He could see his young
testicles beneath, enlarged with the onset of puberty, but just as hairless
as the rest of his teenaged body in their pale pink scrotum.  His penis
looked so cute and young to his fascinated eyes, so smooth and hairless, so
excited and hard.  He sat up to see it better, again looking closely for even
the faintest sign of pubic hair, but all he could see was soft, pale skin.  He
wondered if he would ever grow any hair.
	He didn't wonder about that long, however; too much desire filled
him and he thought it was so pretty that it was difficult for him to think
about anything but its beauty.  Remembering the book's words about boys
masturbating added the excited fascination at playing with it, seeing if he
was old enough to do it like Peter did.  
	He lay back down, his head propped up on his pillow and grinned
excitedly down at his excited organ.  He was gasping loudly and his fingers
gently reached down and touched his naked penis.  Pleasure swept through
his slender body immediately and he made a little crying noise of surprise
and delight.  Slowly his palm slid down and came to rest on top of it,
feeling it throb in its warmth against his flesh.  He pressed down on it
again and felt the same strange thrusting of his hips to greet it.  He might
have held it like that forever, but he was a bright boy and bright boys
quickly realize that their penises will fit into their hands very neatly. 
Slowly, the child's hand encircled his hairless penis and formed a fist
around it.  It felt harder and even more excited and the boy gasped still
more frantically.
	He began to masturbate himself and was instantly rewarded by his
penis with a wave of pleasure that shocked him into crying out softly.  He
could feel the flesh of his penis rubbing slowly across the incredible
hardness beneath it and smiled delightedly at the feel.  Every time his
young hand made a stroke on his penis, the pleasure filling him would grow
greater and he quickly realized that the faster he rubbed it the better it
felt.  In no time he was rubbing on it very quickly, stroking himself until
it almost hurt.  The more pleasure he felt, the faster he rubbed and the
faster he masturbated, the more pleasure he felt.  The boy was soon
engulfed in the passions of his pubescent young body.  He stared wide-eyed
at his horny penis, fighting to keep his vision clear enough to see it
through the passion that threatened to blind him.  He could see the large
purple head, now almost pink with excitement, reflecting the light from
the window brightly, poking rhythmically from his fist, the slit gaping
open even wider with hardness.  Beneath it, his hairless testicles, though
held tightly in his scrotum, moved rhythmically up and down with the
excitement of his strokes.
	Time seemed to slow and the boy lost all awareness of everything
but his penis and the joys of his young body.  His forearm ached with the
tight grasp he had on himself but he was unable to stop or even to slow
down.  It felt so good and his penis wanted it so badly.  He wouldn't stop
for anything, so great was his pleasure and desire for more.  He had just
enough awareness to keep his eyes locked on his penis.  Nothing else in the
world mattered.
	His pleasure suddenly took a massive leap and he heard his soprano
voice crying out.  His slender thighs and belly ached as his muscles
tightened into slender ripples of boyish strength.  Certain that his penis
couldn't feel any better than it did at that moment, he suddenly cried out
loudly as the pleasure doubled, the boy gasping and crying as he felt his
slender hips suddenly begin to jerk up and down.  He stared at his rock
hard penis, feeling muscles in it contracting, watched as the tiny slit on
his shiny purple penis head suddenly opened and rhythmically started to
squirt out a thin, milky liquid.  The boy juice sailed over his body and he
felt it splatter into his face, felt himself squirting more sperm across his
shirt.  His orgasm racked body fell backward still jerking and the boy
could neither think nor see.  It seemed to last forever and he wondered if
it would ever end.  Then he felt his young body suddenly begin to relax. 
The incredible tension in his muscles eased and he felt a calm, happy
warmth fill his body with relief and happiness.
	He lay smiling for a long moment.  He could feel his boy juice trickle
down his cheeks and roll back into his hair, felt his penis softening as he
held it, more juice trickling down over his fingers and dripping onto his
belly.  Never before had the young child felt so good.  He loved himself,
loved his body, loved the rubbery penis between his hairless legs.  He
realized that the juice from his penis must be sperm and smiled that he
could make a baby even if he didn't have any hair on his penis.
	Suddenly the door to the room opened and Peter strolled in.  He didn't
notice his little brother laying on the bed at first, but when Craig
frantically grabbed his jeans, he noticed the boy's movement and turned to
look.  His mouth dropped open and he stared in astonishment as the boy
zipped his pants.  Though he hadn't actually seen his brother's penis, he
could see the sperm on his smooth face and the wet globs all down the
front of his shirt.  He knew instantly that the boy had been playing with
himself and felt his heart pounding madly, his breathing catch in his chest.
	"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, his soprano voice cracking with
pubescent youth.
	"Nothing," Craig said, swallowing and blushing as he realized that
his sperm was all over his shirt.
	"That's sick!" Peter said.  "God, only weirdos play with themselves."
	"I didn't..." Craig countered.  "Anyway, you do it."
	"Do not."
	"Do to.  At night when you think I'm asleep."
	This shut the older boy up.  He felt so nervous and surprised, so
embarrassed for and of his brother, that he wanted to get away from him,
to have time to accept that his cute younger brother had learned about his
penis.  He knew, however, that if he opened the door his parents might see
the sperm on the boy's body and face and that would give them both away.
	"Change your shirt," he nervously instructed the younger boy.
	Craig swallowed, his face red with embarrassment.  Too
embarrassed and uncertain to argue with Peter as he always did, he
quickly stood up and did as he was told, awkward fingers unbuttoning the
shirt, feeling the warm wetness of his sperm as they moved down his
slender chest.
	Peter tried not to look at the boy but found his eyes drifting over as
Craig's slender, hairless chest appeared.  He had always thought his little
brother was cute, but somehow knowing that the boy masturbated made
him feel a strange new love for him, as if they shared a secret now.  And
Craig's sperm... Peter couldn't believe that Craig had sperm.  He seemed
like such a little boy.  He wondered if he had peach fuzz on his penis, too. 
He hadn't had a chance to see when he entered.  Now he wondered about it,
found himself longing to see it.  He realized suddenly that his own penis
was throbbing in his pants and he watched as Craig pressed his small
chest through the shirt, sliding it down his long, slender arms.
	"Are you going to tell Mom?" the boy asked.
	"No,"  Peter replied watching Craig's naked back as the boy looked
through the closet.  Craig's skin looked so soft and smooth.  His slender
shoulder blades entranced Peter, made him wonder what it would feel like
to touch him, to feel his thin shoulders.  The boy pulled a shirt from a
hanger and turned to put it on.  Peter swallowed uncomfortably, his eyes
unable to leave the boy's small chest and tiny brown nipples.  His penis
was throbbing and he felt extremely confused, silently realizing that he
wanted to make love to Craig like he did all the boys at school, that he
wanted to share his penis with his own little brother.
	Craig slipped the shirt over his shoulders and began to button it only
to realize that a dark wetness had appeared on his jeans between his legs. 
He looked up to find Peter's blue eyes nervously watching his bare chest. 
He smiled shyly at the older boy.  "I need to change my pants, too," he said
bashfully.
	"You better take a shower," Peter said distantly.  "They can smell it,
too."
	Craig looked momentarily panic stricken.  
	"It's okay," Peter said, an idea suddenly forming in his mind.  "Mom
and Dad are going grocery shopping.  We can wash your clothes before they
get back."  The two boys had their own shower and bathroom attached to
the room.  Peter still looked at his thirteen year old brother and began to
look forward to having him take a shower, of having him be naked.
	Craig didn't even seem to think anything odd about it.  He smiled,
making his already adorable face even prettier.  Without noticing how
infatuated his older brother was as he watched him, the boy pulled the
shirt back over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as he sat on the
bed.  Peter watched him out the corner of his eye, watching his thin
shoulder blades ripple softly as he untied his shoes and pulled off his
socks.  Even the young boy's feet looked cute to the older boy who couldn't
help but watch as Craig stood back up grinning and undid his pants.
	Craig's underpants were still wet with boyish semen as he stepped
out of his pants, his long legs looking very soft and smooth as he stood
back up, the bulge of his young penis looking very large in his white
shorts.
	"Here," Peter said reaching for the jeans.  "I'll put them in the wash
and you can go shower."
	"What about my underwear?" the boy asked.
	"Well, gees, Craig.  Just give them to me."
	The young boy seemed a little embarrassed about letting his big
brother see his penis since it was still hairless and boyish, but he felt
oddly excited about it, too.  With a bashful giggle he grabbed the elastic
and quickly pulled them down his legs.  He held his wet underpants out to
Peter and grinned as the older boy gazed at the big, hairless penis dangling
between his legs.  It looked very cute and innocent to Peter and he felt a
deep longing to reach out and fondle it.  He could see now that his little
brother's penis was still hairless, but it seemed so big and the boy had
ejaculated.
	Peter took hold of his little brother's sperm drenched underpants and
tried to hold them so his fingers didn't touch the wet parts.  "Now get in
the shower before Mom comes home," he cautioned the younger boy as he
left carrying Craig's clothing with him.
	Craig looked at his naked body in the mirror above the dresser and
grinned at himself.  Though he wasn't aware of how beautiful his cute face
was, he was intensely aware of how pretty his body and penis were.  Even
if he didn't have any hair on his penis, he thought it looked cute and he
wondered why it didn't get hard again, wished that it would so he could
play with it some more.  Shrugging his slender shoulders, the naked boy
walked to the bathroom watching his hairless penis swing between his
legs with his stride.
	He hadn't finished his shower by the time Peter returned to the room. 
Peter longed to go into the bathroom and watch Craig's naked body in the
shower, his penis still throbbing with hungry desire to go to bed with him. 
But he was embarrassed and knew that boys shouldn't play naked with each
other.  Still, they shared the bathroom, and Craig himself would go into
the bathroom while Peter was showering if he had to go.  You couldn't see
through the glass of the shower anyway, at least not very well.  He could
go to the bathroom... and maybe Craig would come out just while he was
doing it.  If he took his shirt off...
	His young heart was pounding madly and he felt hot and queasy.  He
looked at his reflection in the mirror, half wanting to cry, half wanting to
just walk in the shower with his brother.  Suddenly gasping, the boy
grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it off his body.  He held it over his
forearms for a long moment, staring at his half naked chest, every bit as
soft and smooth and hairless as Craig's.  His chest was even prettier than
Craig's, because he had more muscle.  He pulled his hands free of the shirt
and put it down on the dresser.  Now he could see his abdomen, slender and
flat with young muscles, completely smooth and hairless.  Not altogether
sure of what he was doing, he entered the bathroom.
	The shower was running and he looked at it as he walked to the
toilet.  He could see the flesh colored form of his little brother through
the glass, could tell that he was rinsing his hair.  The boy's big penis made
a clear impression and even the purple coloration of its head could be
made out.  Peter stopped and stared at it a moment and at the gentle
curves of his brother's body, down his back and over his round buttocks to
his slender legs.  He didn't understand why he felt such love for Craig or
why his penis throbbed so incredibly hard.
	Craig's form suddenly grabbed for the faucets and Peter quickly
turned to the toilet.  The shower door opened and warm wet steam
billowed out.  "Hand me a towel, Peter," Craig's soprano voice said behind
him.
	He didn't have time to undo his pants, so he pretended he was
finished and flushed the toilet.  The towel hung on the rack beside the sink
and he grabbed it and took it over to the naked boy standing in the shower. 
In the moist steam of the shower stall, Craig's soft body looked very
adorable to the older boy who stared at the smooth skin and little nipples
on his water speckled chest.  Craig was wiping the water from his face
and Peter's eyes reflexively looked down at his penis.  It looked even
prettier now, so clean and big for so young a boy, water dripping from the
sweet purple tip.  He hadn't seen Craig naked in several months and now he
almost couldn't pull his eyes away from his innocent boyhood.  It must
have grown more than an inch since the last time and lay limp, curving as
it lay over the boy's big testicles.  Equally beautiful to Peter was the
smooth hairless flesh that surrounded his little brother's penis.  He fought
the desire to touch the boy, feeling his own cock grow rock hard in his
jeans, leaving a big bulge that anyone could see was a pubescent erection. 
He still couldn't believe that Craig had actually ejaculated.
	He looked up and grew bright red when he saw that Craig was
grinning at him, obviously aware of what he'd been looking at.  The young
boy just grabbed the towel from his older brother and started to dry his
hair, his slender arms raised above his head exposing his smooth, hairless
underarms.  Peter swallowed in embarrassment and desire and walked
back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
	He managed to avoid Craig for the rest of the day, but the two boys
sat facing each other at dinner, their Mom and Dad talking about going to
the cabin that weekend.  Same old story:  Mom wanted to go, Dad didn't. 
Craig sat smiling happily as he wolfed his food down, but Peter was quiet
and stared down into his plate as he played with his food.  He couldn't look
up at Craig.  Every time he saw his little brother's cute face his innocent
mind filled with thoughts of the boy's smooth, naked body and hairless
young penis.  Secretly, secret almost from himself, he fantasized about
sleeping with his younger brother and playing with him;  but the thoughts
embarrassed him and he tried to repress them by focusing on his food. 
Still, he half-listened to his Mom and Dad discuss the trip, thinking that if
they left, he'd go ahead and try and sleep with Craig.
	"Will you boys be good while we're gone?" his Dad asked suddenly. 
Peter's young face flushed with terror as he looked up, certain his Dad
knew what he'd been thinking.
	"Yes, sir," his voice cracked nervously.
	"What's wrong with you?" his Dad asked.  "You look frightened or
something.  Do you want us to stay?"
	For the briefest of moments, Peter was about to say 'yes', spare him
the nervousness of being alone with Craig, but his pubescent body replied
before Peter could stop it.  "No," it cracked.  "We'll be fine."
	"Can Erin spend the night, too?" Craig asked his father.
	"No.  Now just because we're going doesn't mean we want you boys to
run amok."
	Peter sat silently, trying to consider the angles.  He'd long loved Erin
although he was usually mean to the younger boy and refused to admit to
himself how cute his brother's friend was.
	"Oh, please, Dad?"  Craig pleaded, his young voice sounding like he
was going to die if Erin couldn't stay.
	"Oh, let him stay, John," his mother came to the rescue.  "I'm sure
they'll be good."
	"Yeah, Dad," Craig's blue eyes looked hopeful.  "We'll be good."
	His father shrugged hopelessly.  "Alright..." he said.
	"Yeah!" Craig grinned.
	"...But if there's a mess when we get back..."
	"We'll be good, Dad," Craig said immediately.  "Promise."
	"Fine.  But Peter's in charge.  If he says you two have been bad, it'll
be the last time Erin stays here.  Understand, young man."
	"Yes, sir," Craig said, still smiling happily.
	Peter scarcely said a word from then on.  Erin arrived, and he and
Craig ran up the stairs to their room to play.  Peter sat watching TV and
said good-night as his parents left.
	He sat hunkered down in the lazy boy, his eyes on the TV, his
pubescent body filling his mind with questions about what his brother and
Erin were doing up in the room.  A small battle waged in the boy's mind; 
he was in charge, he should go up and see what the boys were doing; maybe
they were naked with each other...  he could...  The TV was fine and it was
his favorite show.  Erin was so cute.  What did he look like naked?  He'd go
to make sure the boys were behaving after the show was over.
	The commercials came on after the show ended, but Peter just sat
there.  He wanted to see the boys, but he was frightened by the things he
wanted to see.  Too frightened to move it turned out, and he began planning
to check on them after the next show.
	After that show, his hormones took over and his mind excused his
getting up, first by telling itself that he was going to the kitchen, and
after that by insisting he was just going to check that they were alright.
	He slowed as he approached the room, wanting to sneak up on them. 
The door to the room was opened, however.  What naked games could they
be playing with an open door?  Still, he walked very slowly toward it,
trying to overhear their conversation.
	By the time he got there, it was plain by their talk that they were
only playing Poker.  An innocent card game.  He stepped into the room
feeling relieved, but let down at the same time.
	The boy's sat on the floor, the cards dealt out between them.  They
were already dressed in their pajamas, for it was nearing bedtime;  close
enough, in fact, that Peter could use that as an excuse to intrude.  With
scarcely a glance at the younger boys, he walked to his bed, sat down and
started to take his shoes and socks off.  The boys asked him if he wanted
to play, but he said no, particularly since they didn't have any money to put
down.
	"I've got some pennies," Craig offered.
	"Doesn't matter," the older boy shrugged as he tugged the last sock
off.  "Nobody cares if they lose pennies."
	"I care," Craig countered.
	"We could play strip poker," Peter said with a wicked grin, utterly
faked for he felt half embarrassed just by saying it.
	"What's that?" Erin asked.  Peter's eyes fell on the younger boy and
he fell in love with him all over again.  Erin had dark hair and dark eyes,
his smooth face a soft brown in color.  He was very cute, beautiful to the
pubescent boy.  He could see Erin's soft, slender neck as it joined to an
equally soft chest before being swallowed by his pajama top.
	"Yeah!" Craig suddenly said, delighted by the suggestion. "It's easy,"
he replied to Erin.  "Instead of money, you play with clothes.  Whatever you
lose you have to take off."
	Erin giggled and blushed crimson.
	The younger boys were obviously in agreement and both looked eager
to play, but Peter was immediately filled with nervous fear and wished he
hadn't said anything.  Both boys looked at him expectantly and his face
grew red as he finished taking his socks off.  "Nah," he said crossing to the
dresser and taking his pajamas from the drawer.  "I'm tired anyway."
	"Oh, come on, Peter," Craig whined.
	"I don't wanna' play," the fourteen year old boy said firmly, entering
the bathroom and closing the door.
	He stood for a long moment leaning on the sink and looking at
himself in the mirror.  He felt a nervous pit in his stomach, the ache of a
sad puppy love he dare not speak of.  In his mind, he could see the bright,
clear eyes of the two boys in the other room, so eager to please, so filled
with boyish expectation.  They were both so pretty.  He had no idea what to
do with his desires for them and it made him feel like crying.
	Still aching, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his slender
body.  Without pausing to look at his naked chest, his enlarged hands
slipped to the snap to his jeans and, as he started to unzip them, he
realized that his penis was throbbing.  For a moment he panicked, but
quietly reached over and locked the bathroom door.  He slipped his pants
down his legs and stepped out of them, his blue eyes locked on the hard
bulge in his cotton underpants through the mirror.  He dropped the jeans
and stood up now taking a full appreciation of his young body.  His penis
was just short of six inches and it left a clear impression in his
underwear.  The skin about the white fabric was smooth, pale and hairless. 
His belly button was small and centered on a belly just touched by a thin
layer of baby fat that made his young body look even softer and more
beautiful.  He took in a deep breath and watched as his small chest
swelled, looking more muscular beneath his small brown nipples.  He
looked at his reflection with mock arrogance as he boldly slipped his
fingers down the elastic of his underwear and slowly, sensuously pushed
them over his hips.
	He could feel the tight fabric slide along his sensitive erection and
his chest deflated with a sigh as his naked penis appeared.  He continued
sliding his underpants down as his eyes gazed lovingly at his young penis. 
The head was a purplish brown in color and shined with the hardness of his
erection.  Slowly, his long, slender shaft appeared, pale in color, unmarked
by veins until half-way down its length where a slender blue vein pulsed
with pubescent hormones.  His hairless, pink testicles appeared, held tight
in his scrotum, at the same time that his small circle of sparse young
pubic hair became visible just around the base of his penis.  The entire
organ throbbed madly between the boy's legs, sticking straight out at the
mirror, as he stepped out of his underwear still watching his young
manhood.
	The young teenager stood naked in front of the mirror and smiled as
his hand slowly rubbed across his smooth chest.  His other hand just as
slowly slid toward his crotch and tenderly took his throbbing penis in a
gentle fist.  He rubbed it several times, still trying to decide if he would
masturbate or not.  He could feel his body filling with rapid orgasm and
knew if he didn't decide quickly, he would have no choice.  Gasping with
self-control, he pulled his hand away, stared as his red penis throbbed
with eager desire.  No, he would wait, wait until Craig and Erin were in
the next bed together.  Then he could think about them, about their young
bodies sleeping so close together, imagining the warmth of their soft skin.
	Almost crazy with desire, the boy grabbed his pajama bottoms and
slipped them over his legs, snapping them down the front and pausing to
caress his erection again.  It felt so good through the light fabric of his
pajamas, just as warm and hard as it had naked.  Wanting to cry, but eager
to be in the bed beside them, he slipped the top over his shoulders and
frantically snapped the front, feeling less pressure once his naked body
was finally covered.
	He stood there for long moments, waiting for his heartbeat to slow
and his penis to soften, but the young erection grew only half-soft,
pressing out even more prominently between his legs.  Feeling depressed
and lonely, he grabbed the doorknob and deftly unlocked it as he turned it. 
Leaving his clothing behind him he walked back into the bedroom.
	Erin and Craig were giggling hysterically at the foot of the bed and
with a quick glance Peter could see that both boys were stark naked,
Craig's penis standing out rock hard between the boy's legs.  "What are you
doing?!" Peter exclaimed coming toward them.  He was shocked (and
excited) to see that the boys each held the other's penis in their hand.  Erin
grew bright red and pulled his hand from Craig's erection as Peter
approached, but he kept giggling with the other boy.  Peter's objections
were swallowed, however, when his eyes fell on Erin's penis, smaller than
Craig's or his own, but throbbing with equal hardness.  It had the same
brown complexion as the rest of the boy's body, the head slightly darker,
both looking all the darker against the smooth, pale skin of Craig's fingers. 
All around the adorable base, dark peach fuzz shone out clearly in the
table lamp light.  Peter's own penis softened as he recoiled in confusion
and fear.
	"Come on, Peter," Craig giggled, letting the other boy's penis go and
standing up.  This caused his own six inch, hairless penis to stick out
straight and throbbing and the grinning boy looked utterly adorable to his
older brother.
	"I'm telling Mom, Craig," Peter warned backing up as the naked boy
approached him.  Craig paused a moment at Peter's threat and his boyish
smile wavered for a moment.
	"Come on, Peter.  It's just for fun."  The young pubescent boy moved
closer to his nervous older brother.  With a loud, high pitched giggle, he
grabbed Peter's shoulders and threw the older boy onto the bed.
	Peter was so confused he couldn't fight back and felt his body bounce
back on the bed, his little brother's body crawling on top of him and
fighting to pin his arms back.  After a few seconds, Peter realized what
was happening and he started to fight back, but he succeeded mostly in
hooking his thumb into his pajama shirt.  Frantically he tried to free it and
the snaps along the front of the top stripped open, his soft, hairless chest
fully exposed between the ends.  Craig's slender young chest slid up along
the bare skin of his older brother and their boyish bodies felt warm and
smooth against each other.  Peter could feel Craig's rock hard penis
pressing against the rapidly stiffening organ in his light pajama bottoms
and filled with excitement at the wonderful feel of the younger boy's
slender, naked body as it laid on top of him.  Their bodies rubbed together
and Peter found himself glancing down their naked chests.  Their baby soft
bodies looked hard as their young muscles flexed and struggled, both their
hairless bodies rippling with their ribs and the slender muscles of their
abdomens.  They parted as Craig's body rose to put weight down on Peter's
arms and Peter could see Craig's large, but still hairless erection rubbing
against the hardness between his own legs.  The young cock looked so
pretty that Peter didn't know what to think or feel.  He could both see and
feel how hard his little brother was, could see the pale, pink skin
surrounding Craig's penis and all along his big shaft, could see the pretty
purple head throbbing, his young slit pressed open against his own belly. 
He felt so horny that he couldn't fight the weaker boy anymore and felt his
hands pinned back against the bed by Craig's, saw the boy's cute face
grinning down at him with knowing desire.
	"Get off me, Craig!" he yelled, fighting to defend his pubescent
innocence.  But Craig was not to be deterred; with a broader grin, the
thirteen year old boy pressed his hard penis against his older brother's
with rhythmic pressure that caused the older boy to gasp.  With a hardness
that surprised both boys, Craig's throbbing erection pushed against one of
the middle snaps to Peter's pajama bottom.  The snap popped open and left
enough room for Craig's hairless penis to slip between the fabric.  Both
boys caught their breath as the younger boy's naked penis slipped up along
side the throbbing, naked length of his older brother.  Their hard erections
felt warm against each other and both boys could feel the other's pulsing
with pubescent excitement.
	Craig felt a wave of excitement rush through him that was so strong
his hips pressed harder forward, his throbbing young cock poking at
Peter's pajama bottoms and pushing the top snaps open.  Peter let out a
startled, excited cry as he felt his younger brother's hairless erection
slide into his pajamas, rubbing directly against his own desperate penis,
against his own soft, warm belly.  He felt so frightened and confused that
he didn't know what to do or say.  It felt so good.
	Craig was so entranced enjoying the feel of his brother's penis
against his, that he forgot all about Erin.  He lay on Peter's body, giggling
and watching Peter's face for his reaction, instinctively and excitedly
moving his hips so his penis could feel the older boy's.  He was openly
delighted with the feel of his brother's bare chest against his, the tender
caresses of their baby soft skin as he moved on top of him.  Surely Peter
liked it just as much.  It was so much fun.
	Peter, however, lay in nervous terror.  He was frightened by what
Erin must be thinking about what Craig and he were doing and he looked
around Craig's face and shoulders to see what the dark haired boy was
doing.  But Erin just stood there, blushing and beautiful, a few feet from
the bed.  One of his brown hands was reaching across his baby soft belly to
hold the smooth, hairless, brown forearm of his other arm, and he stood,
with his head bowed bashfully, watching the two brothers.  All he could
see was the backside of Craig's body, the thin, naked boy wiggling on top
of Peter, his small, round butt gently pumping his penis between the older
boy's legs.  Erin's lean, soft, brown body looked so cute to Peter and he felt
such love for him that a large part of his mind imagined that the naked boy
laying on top of him wasn't his brother, but Erin, or a boy like Erin, that
the penis rubbing against his belonged to the adorable young boy.
	He swallowed nervously, struggling faintly against Craig's
squirming, and his eyes moved down to behold Erin's penis.  It was so
pretty to him that it almost made him forget the excitement of his own
young manhood.  The slender young cock was only half hard but it was a
very cute shade of smooth brown, the same as his beautiful body and soft
thighs.  His enlarged penis head was a slightly darker shade and looked
sweet against his baby soft, pale brown skin.  His testicles had begun to
grow with puberty and they hung in a soft brown scrotum between his
legs.  Peter longed to touch them, imagined how soft and warm they'd feel. 
Mostly he felt himself adoring the soft, brown peach fuzz above the base
of the cute boy's shaft.  The young hairs was so pretty to the fourteen year
old that he wanted to cry in worship.  For so long he had fantasized about
Erin, had dreamt of him as he masturbated himself;  now Erin was there,
standing naked and beautiful before him.  He didn't know what was
happening and he felt very confused.
	Peter's worship of both Erin and Craig lapsed into fear and confusion
again when his little brother suddenly giggled and rolled off his body,
laying down beside him.  He was immediately aware that his throbbing
penis was now fully exposed through the opened fly of his pajamas and his
large hands quickly grabbed his bottoms and he frantically pulled them
shut as he glanced about uncertainly.  Craig's beautiful, naked body was
laying down beside him and the thirteen year old was grinning:  blushing,
but otherwise behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening.  
	"Come on, Erin," he grinned to his young friend.
	Erin smiled much more bashfully, and slowly crawled over to lay
down on Peter's opposite side.  His deep brown eyes gazed down at his
naked penis, watching as the young thing immediately stiffened into an
erection as hard as the other boys, and he smiled down at it as he lay
blushing in adorable innocence.
	"Take your pajamas off, Peter," Craig grinned happily.
	"I'm going to tell Mom, Craig," Peter threatened weakly, his fists
still clenching the top of his pajam bottoms closed.
	Craig just grinned, that cute boyish grin that seemed to know no
wrong.  His big, hairless penis was throbbing with delight and the sweet
boy didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed by it.  He just lay there
smiling and gently tried to pull Peter's hand away from his pajamas. 
Peter shot his most dangerous glare at Craig and was ready to hit the boy
until he suddenly felt Erin's hand joining with Craig's, felt both of them
urging him to join them in their naked play.
	"Come on, Peter," Erin said bashfully, his smooth brown cheeks
blushing.  "We just want to see it."
	Peter didn't know what to do.  He felt so confused and embarrassed. 
So much of him longed to play naked with them, to be as happy and eager
for it as they seemed to be, but, after more than two years of wanting to
play with boys, he had learned to accept that it would never happen.  Now,
his little brother and his little brother's best friend were encouraging him
to do just that.  Inside, he longed to be the older one, to make them stop
being so childish and to stop being little weirdos;  but he also longed to be
loved by them, to love them back.  Besides, they were only thirteen.  Craig
didn't have any pubic hair and Erin had nothing but peach fuzz.  He was
certain that they would just make fun of his small bush of sparse little
pubic hairs, and how could he deny his willingness to play with them when
they saw how excited his penis was?  
	Still, he wanted them so bad, needed them so much.  How he dreamed
of petting Erin's soft peach fuzz, of feeling Craig's naked body and big,
hairless penis against his.  Very near tears of confusion and uncertainty,
the fourteen year old boy slowly released his grip on his pajamas and
immediately felt the other boys pulling them down his long, thin legs.  He
lay, elbows held tightly against his bare chest, as his young erection was
stripped naked.  The boys pulled them all the way down his legs and he
soon lay as naked as they were between their excited, young pubescent
bodies.