Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 22:19:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lester Creek - 2

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Lester Creek - 2

QUINN


I couldn't sleep, so decided to crawl into bed with Donny. I don't know why
I thought it might help, but as soon as I snuggled up and put my arm around
him I knew it was the right thing to do. We talked for a little and then
eventually both fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Donny rolled onto his side. That woke me up because
I still had my arm around him. He snuck out from under me and crawled out
of bed. I kept my eyes mostly closed but was curious and watched him pull
on a pair of shorts over his undies and then head out the door. I was
pretty sure he needed a pee. He kind of had that look.

A few minutes later Donny was back. He pulled his shorts back down and
crawled back into bed in just his undies snuggling up beside me like
before.

"Did you need to pee?" I yawned.

Donny turned over so we faced one another. "You're awake?"

"Uh huh." I rubbed my eyes.

He gave me a playful look. "Yeah, I needed to go so bad I woke up with a
monster boner."

I giggled. I liked when Donny made jokes. I stared at my brother for a
couple of seconds before snuggling closer. I was a little afraid to ask,
but decided to go ahead. "What's a boner?"

Donny smiled. "You don't know what a boner is!"

"Nah uh." I shook my head. I really didn't.

Donny seemed surprised. "Seriously?"

"Well, I've heard some kids around school say the word, but that's about
it. I guess I'm kind of dumb."

Donny edged closer, reached down between us, and softly rubbed the front of
my tighty whities. His hand felt really good down there.

"So, you're saying you've never played with yourself?" Donny teased and
gave me another feel.

I shook my head `no.'

It was quiet as we laid there staring into each other's eyes.

"Okay, if I tell you, you need to promise that you won't tell your mom, and
won't even think about telling Dad." Donny said in a throaty whisper.

I nodded. I knew this had to be a really big secret for him to say that.

Before I could figure out what it was, Donny slipped his hand down inside
my undies. Then he started to rub my dink. I was really surprised! I didn't
know what to do, so I kind of froze and just let him do it. He diddled me
for a few seconds and then I started to get this feeling. First I felt a
tingle down there and then I could feel my dinkie get bigger and fatter. It
seemed to have grown all by itself.

Donny smiled, his eyes twinkling. When it had gotten still bigger Donny
rubbed it again. "That, little bro...is a boner!"

I squirmed, Donny's hand felt so good down there that I could barely stand
it. "Feels nice." I laughed happily.

Donny moved closer and we touched foreheads. His hand was still in my
pants. "Getting a boner is the best!" He smiled.

"Yeah, it's fun." I sighed.

Donny didn't stop playing with me. "Now touch mine," he said so softly I
almost didn't hear him. I must have hesitated. "Go ahead, it's okay," he
encouraged me.

I reached down and lightly touched the outside of my brother's undies. His
bulge was a little bigger than mine, but he's a year older, so I guess it
wasn't all that surprising. With a nod from Donny, I put my fingers flat
against his tummy and slid my hand lower. His undies were tight at the
waist but I managed to slip my hand inside. His dick was right there! I
thought I'd have to look around for it, but he was so hard his thingy was
standing straight up and there was barely any room for my hand. I didn't
know what to do.

"Do mine just like I'm doing yours." Donny whispered and continued playing
with me.

I wrapped my hand around his boner and slowly moved it up and down just
like he was doing to me. It felt incredible. He was so hard, and I loved
the way he pushed his thingy up and down through my fingers.

"Feel good?" he asked softly.

I nodded.

"This is what big boys do." He smiled at me.

The way he'd said "big boys" made me feel suddenly all grown up.

"Quinn! Donny!" my mom's voice screeched down the hallway. "Get your butts
up and dressed. I have to be at work in an hour. Hurry up, I don't want to
be late!"

Donny groaned and cussed under his breath. Then he rolled onto his back,
pulling his hand out of my pants.

"Awe, mom," I complained but not so loud that she could hear. I tried to
hold on to Donny's dick a few seconds longer but he held onto my wrist and
slowly pulled my hand out of his undies. "Sorry, bro," he said with a
sigh. "Your mom just crashed the party."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but it was obvious mom's
timing was pretty bad.

"Maybe another time." Donny sighed and crawled out of bed.

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to hold on to the good feelings down
there, but it didn't work.

* * * *

Mom dropped us off at the park where Donny and I were each on the same
T-Ball team. Some kid told me the city was worried there would be an
accident if they let ten and eleven year olds throw baseballs at each other
like major league pitchers. I guess they didn't want kids going home with
black eyes and stuff like that, so T-Ball was safer. You set the ball on
top of a plastic holder that was at just the right height and then the
batter would just swing at the ball as it sat there. "I know it sounds kind
of lame, but that's our city for ya." Still and all we got hits and ran the
bases, so it was still fun.

We played for a couple of hours then had a break for some snacks. After the
T-Ball we had swim lessons, then ate a bag lunch, and then had free swim
time for a couple of hours. By mid-afternoon us kids from the trailer park
were ready to head home. The moms had worked out some kind of schedule and
several cars showed up to take a load of us back.

That afternoon Donny and I decided that once we got back we'd go explore
Lester Creek some more. He got on his bike and I followed on my
scooter. We'd made it almost to the end of the trailer park when we came
across some bigger kids.

"Hey, trailer trash," one of the kids yelled while several of the others
laughed. "Do any more dumpster diving?"

I felt my face get warm with embarrassment. I glanced down at my scooter
and knew they were teasing me about not having a bike.

Donny skidded to a stop, turned back around and rode up to me. "Don't worry
about them."

"Hey, Donny, does that little pipsqueak even know how to ride a bike?"
Another of the kids hollered.

More laughter. I felt like crying.

Donny glared at the bigger kids. "Why don't you go pick on somebody your
own size?" he yelled.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it, tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Awe, the widdle baby's crying," one of the kids teased.  "Come on, Quinn,"
Donny said softly and moved so he was between me and the big kids. "Let's
head home."

I turned the scooter around and Donny got off his bike to walk beside me. I
never knew kids could be that mean.

* * * *

When we got back to our trailer I tossed my scooter to the ground and ran
inside. I headed straight for our room and climbed up to my bed. I couldn't
stop the tears and I cried, and cried, and cried.

I don't know how long it was, maybe a half an hour, before I heard a knock
on the door.

"Quinn?"

I didn't answer.

"You okay, buddy?" Donny asked gently.

I still didn't answer.

"I'm coming in," Donny said softly and walked in.

He climbed up the steps and nudged me over so he could crawl onto the bed
next to me.

I turned and our eyes met. That just started me crying all over again.

Donny held me, rubbed my back, and kept telling me everything was going to
be all right. Eventually, I was all cried out.

"They're all a bunch of dick heads!" Donny said. He was still holding
me. "I'm gonna get you a bike and it's gonna be way better than anything
those assholes have, and that's a promise!"

I sniffed and wiped the snot from my nose. "How you gonna do that?" I
peeped.

Donny snuggled closer. "Don't worry about how I'm gonna do it. You just
start figuring out what kind of bike you want and what color."

"Really?" I sniffed again and wiped at my eyes.

"Promise!" Donny said firmly and gave me a tender squeeze.

* * * *

One thing about Donny, once he sets his mind to something he never
quits. After promising to get me a bike he seemed to get all fired up. That
night he took mom into a corner and they whispered for, like, ten minutes
with Donny tossing a look my way every once in a while. I was dying to find
out what they were talking about but Donny seemed to want to keep it a
secret.

Early the next morning Donny was out of bed, dressed, and out the door
before I could even finish my breakfast. He wasn't anywhere in sight when
we had to leave for the park and mom said it was okay because Donny had
some things he needed to do.

* * * *

When I came through the door after my trip to the park, our trailer looked
like a tornado had gone through. The couch, the chairs, kitchen table and
even the floor had paper, cardboard, and all kinds of poster making stuff
all over them.

"What the heck is this?" I asked my brother as I tried to take it all in.

"Working on a project."

"What kind of project?"

Donny reached over and handed me a flyer from one of the stacks on the
kitchen table.

"Rent a kid?" I mumbled as I read the note. The flyer advertised "Rent a
Kid" as a way to get lawns cut, windows washed, errands run, cars washed,
garages cleaned and a bunch more stuff.

"I'm starting a business." Donny was busy sorting through color pencils for
a poster he was making.

"Where did you get these?" I held up the flyer. We didn't have a computer
yet, though we knew most likely we'd get one as soon as dad got back from
his latest long haul job to California.

"Mr. Garvey helped me."

I knew that Mr. Garvey ran the trailer park and worked out of a small
office near the entrance. "He said this was okay?"

Donny looked up. "Yup, said I could even hand out flyers to every house."

"Does mom know?" I was still trying to figure all this out.

"Yeah, and she already hired me."

"Get outta here." Now Donny had gone from being strange to outright
unbelievable.

"No lie! She said she'd give me five bucks to clean all the crap out from
under the trailer and haul it to the dumpster."

I scooped up a stack off one of the chairs and sat down. "Do you really
think somebody's gonna hire YOU to do stuff?"

Donny grinned. "Yeah, and before you know it I'll have enough for your new
bike."

I looked around at all the junk and didn't know what more to say.

* * * *

By supper time, Donny and I had papered the trailer court with flyers and
posters. I took a stack on my scooter and headed west, and Donny took his
bike and went east. We nailed posters to some utility poles and put one up
on the community building's bulletin board. The flyers we stuffed in doors
and handed out to folks we saw in the street. By the time supper was on the
table we were both exhausted.

* * * *

For the better part of three months I'd been telling mom that having to go
to bed at nine o'clock was way too early and she was treating me like a
baby. When Donny moved in I thought finally I'd get to stay up longer,
because he was a year older and I was sure we'd be treated the same. Well,
I was right, we did get treated the same, we both had to go to bed at
nine. Donny was really pissed at that and he grumbled almost every night.

"You're mom's not being fair," Donny grumped. I stood in front of the
bathroom mirror brushing my teeth while he waited to pee.

"She's your mom, too," I mumbled around the toothbrush and toothpaste.

It looked like Donny was going to argue with me, but then he must of
changed his mind because he didn't say anything.

I rinsed my mouth, washed my hands and face and tossed the towel in the
hamper. "All yours." I squeezed passed Donnie and headed to our room.

One of the awkward parts of getting a ready made brother, and not like when
your mom's gonna have a baby, is that if you're sharing a room you have to
get undressed in front of him. Even after this many weeks we were both
uncomfortable taking our clothes off when the other guy could see us. I
waited until I was sure that I heard Donnie peeing before I pulled down my
jeans and took off my shirt. It was warm in our room so I went with my
undies and no PJ's. I scooted up to my bed, crawled in, and waited for
Donnie. The noises from the bathroom told me he'd just finished up and was
on his way.

He pulled his T-Shirt over his head and tossed it on his dresser and then
unbuttoned his jeans. He quickly glanced my way as he unzipped. I stopped
looking and rolled over but he still must have seen me.

"It's okay," he said softly. "You can watch if you want."

My heart was pounding fast. I was going to stay right where I was, looking
at the wall...I mean that's what I really planned to do...but Donnie saying
it was okay to watch him undress was almost like he was daring me to do
it. I couldn't help myself, I knew I shouldn't, but I slowly turned over.

Donnie glanced in my direction again. He was partly bent over and his jeans
were pushed down passed his knees. His butt was tight in his undies. "It's
no big deal." Donny said as he continued to undress. "We both got the same
stuff."

Still, I felt weird watching him. Not embarrassed, because he'd said it was
okay to watch, but weird like it was naughty but also fun at the same time.

Donnie kicked his jeans toward the dresser and crawled into his
bed. Neither of us said anything more.

After some minutes Donnie whispered, "What ya thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Really?" Donnie teased. "I thought for sure you'd be thinking about
boners." He chuckled.

I hadn't been thinking of them until he said the word, but just as soon as
he said it I got a flutter in my tummy and a tingle in my dickie.

"Did you like what we did yesterday?" Donny asked.

I looked over the edge of my bed and down at him. "Kind of," I said, not
wanting my brother to know how much I liked it.

"Just kind of?" Donnie gave me a look.

"Well, it was a little naughty."

"Yeah, maybe a little, but admit it, your dickie liked it." Donnie smiled.

I tried not to giggle but I couldn't hold back a big grin.

"Thought so." Donnie smiled.

We stared into each other's eyes.

"Want to try it again?" Donnie finally asked.

I knew I did, but wasn't sure if I should. But in the end I nodded my head.

"My bed this time." Donnie smiled and scooted over.

I hurried down the ladder and crawled in beside him. I snuggled close and
faced him like we'd done before.

Donnie reached over and rubbed the front of my undies and edged closer
himself. "Just like before," he said and I rubbed him the same way.

"Look what we've got here," Donnie teased a few seconds after he'd put his
hand inside my pants. "It's Boner Boy!"

I laughed and reached for his. "Two Boner Boys!" I shot back.

Donnie moved his hips. His dick pushed through my hand and then he pulled
it back. He made a little grunting sound and did it again. I wasn't sure
what he was doing, but he seemed to like the feeling he was getting so I
just played along.

I'm not sure how long we rubbed each other like that, but pretty soon we
were both breathing harder and making little squeaks, grunts, and
groans. It felt sooooo good to have him touch me like that. I almost
couldn't stand it. Then the feeling got bigger, and bigger.

"Donnie, stop. I'm gonna pee."

"No you're not," Donny whispered and kept on going.

"Yeah, I am. I'm gonna pee," I whined. "Stop...."

Donnie ignored me and then made things worse by reaching lower and tickling
me just under my nuts. "Uh, uh, .." I squirmed and tried to get away from
his hand.

"It's okay," Donnie urged softly and tugged on my dink some more. "Just
close your eyes and have fun."

Before I could pull away, I felt a tingle race all through me, I stopped
breathing, and my eyes fluttered. It was like something magical was
happening. I shuddered and sucked in a tiny breath. Donnie stopped tugging
on my penis and just rested his hand down there. I sucked in another breath
and let it all out in a long sigh as one of my legs shook. It was like
electricity had shot all through me.

"Feel good?" Donny whispered.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. "What did you do?" I was still
amazed at what had happened.

"I just showed you why boys like boners." Donny grinned.

We couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Okay, my turn." Donnie rolled onto his back, lifted up his butt and pulled
his undies all the way off. The way he did it seemed like he'd done that
lots of times before.

I looked at the way his boner stood up from his tummy. It was so hard I
wondered if it was hurting him. I wrapped my hand around it and hoped I'd
do it right and Donnie would get all tingly, too. He closed his eyes as I
got started.

I rubbed him like he'd rubbed me and even got a little adventurous and
played with his balls. He did that thrusting thing again and once or twice
he grabbed my hand and had me hold him tight so he could push in and out of
it. Donny must have liked what I was doing because he was making all kinds
of noises. I watched the look on his face and he seemed to be concentrating
real hard on something but I wasn't sure what. Then as his dickie throbbed
more, he gently pushed my hand away and started doing stuff himself. He
went faster and faster, and the grunts and groans came more often. His butt
came off the bed and he rubbed so hard I thought he might break
something. But then he took in a big breath, groaned, and shuddered just
like I'd done a few minutes earlier. His hand was a blur as he tugged hard
on his penis. Then I saw a tiny squirt come out the end. The liquid was
clear and there wasn't much. But that must have been what Donny was trying
to do, because almost as soon as his dickie spit up he was calming down and
relaxing. A minute or two later it was all over. I watched every second
trying to figure out what was happening.

"That was great!" Donny said dreamily.

"Did you get a tingle?"

"Yeah, a nice big one."

"What was that stuff that squirted out?"

"Boy juice."

"But I didn't make any boy juice."

"You will when you're a little older. I just started a couple of months ago
and it isn't that much yet."

I must have looked confused.

"When a boy and a girl have sex, the boy shoots his boy juice in her and if
she's ready to get pregnant a baby gets made. You'll learn it all in
school."

I was still trying to figure this all out. "So, shouldn't you be trying to
save your boy juice for later?"

Donny laughed. "No, that's the best part. If you shoot it out, you make
more. You never run out!"

Donny winked at me and we both smiled.

Donny got up and grabbed his undies off the floor and wiped his tummy and
around his dick, then threw them back down. He crawled back into bed with
me and wrapped his arms around me.

We snuggled close and enjoyed holding each other.

"Night, little bro," Donny finally yawned a while later.

"Night, big bro," I whispered and snuggled close.