Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2002 21:06:00 EST
From: DH2@aol.com
Subject: The New Dad, part nine

The New Dad
Part 9

This story is written by DH2

This story may contain teen/teen or teen/adult male consensual sex if this
not something you wish to read than DON'T. IF you are under the legal age
of consent, stop reading now. This is for adults only! YEA RIGHT. This is a
story fabricated by me and is only a story. Thanks to Nifty for their
continued support in posting this story.

Ryan, age 9, Cody, age 13, Paul, 14, Bob, 24.


Paul:
	It seemed as if I had just fallen asleep when I heard someone
crying. I listened and heard the twins as they whispered to each other, so
it wasn't them. Ryan was quietly snoring to my left, and Cody sure wasn't
crying. That left one person in the room. I quietly got out of my sleeping
bag and made my way across the room to Mark. He was trying his best to hide
the fact that he was crying as I came toward him. "Mark I know that you are
the one that I heard crying. Tell me what is wrong and we will find a way
to fix it together."

Mark:
	"I am sorry that I woke you up, I'll try to be more quiet, please
don't be mad at me, I'm scared."

Paul:
	"Mark, I'm not mad at you, we are all scared of something. We can
fix your problem two ways, and you get to pick which one you want. I can
take you up stairs to your Mom if you want to be with her, that is the
first option. The second option is that we can move you over to sleep with
me. You decide and that is what we will do."

Mark:
	"You would really let me sleep with you for the night? I would
really like to try that and I promise that I won't wake you up again."

Paul:
	"Yes, you can sleep with me and don't worry about waking me up if
you are scared again." I held out my hand to the boy and when he took it, I
pulled him to his feet. I reached down and picked up Mark's pillow and
handed it to him. I picked up the sleeping bag that he had been using and
placed it on the floor next to mine, zipping the two together. I gave Mark
a small hug and watched as he crawled into the sleeping bag. I slid into
the bag beside him and wrapped an arm around the boy and pulled him to
me. " Mark if you need anything, wake me up, I won't get mad, Good Night."
I felt mark relax and then smiled as he started to breath evenly. I knew
the boy was asleep and I quickly followed him to the land of boy dreams.

Bob:
	I awoke on Monday morning to the sound of the wind still blowing. I
got up from the bed and dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. I looked
out the window and noticed that the snow was still falling heavily. I
couldn't see very far as the wind seemed to be driving the snow in an
almost whiteout. I quietly made my way down the stairs and looked into the
den. Everyone was still asleep, but Mark was sleeping with Paul. I shook my
head as I thought of that oldest of mine taking over so much
responsibility. It was obvious to me that Mark had a problem in the night
and Paul solved it. I turned and went to the kitchen, to find Mrs. Porter
and her daughter sitting at the table. Mrs. Porter was feeding her daughter
a bottle. Coffee had been made and was waiting. "Good Morning to the both
of you, I hope that you slept well last night. Thank you for making the
coffee, that is what I need to get my morning started."

Mrs. Porter
	"Nancy didn't sleep that well last night, so kept me awake. I will
tell you it was a lot better then the alternative, if we had been in the
car. I need a cup of coffee in the morning, so I made a fresh pot so that
everyone could have some that wanted it. Bob, did you notice that my son is
sleeping with your oldest? I will be interested in hearing his explanation
for that. My son is usually so independent that he frightens me."

Bob:
	I poured myself a cup of coffee and refilled her cup as I thought
about my reply. I sat down at the table and smiled at her frowning face. "I
think that it would be best to let your son decide if he wants to tell you
about that. I can ask Paul about it when we are alone if you would
like. Your son will be very embarrassed if it is brought to his attention
in the wrong way."

Mrs. Porter:
	I can see what you are saying and will let you do it your way. I
won't talk about it with him unless he brings it to my attention. Thanks
for helping me, sometimes I find it hard not to jump in before I think
about the consequences.

Cody:
	I looked around the room at the bunch of sleeping boy and smiled. I
must have had a great dream last night, I need a clean pair of boxers. The
twins were twisted into a knot, I couldn't tell where one started and the
other began. Ryan was snoring in his own little corner of the room, away
from the possibility of an unintentional hit on his already sore
body. Something must have scared Mark last night, he is sleeping with Paul,
their sleeping bags zipped together. I could smell coffee, which told me
that at least one of the adults was in the kitchen. I got out of my bed and
climbed the stair to my room. I changed to a clean pair of boxers and put
on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I looked out my window and was amazed
at the amount of snow that we had accumulated over night. Snow drifts that
were higher than my head could be seen in two spots. I went to the kitchen
and found Dad and Mrs. Porter enjoying a cup of coffee and talking. I gave
my Dad a hug and grabbed a bowl of cereal to start my breakfast. Everyone
was in the kitchen within the hour talking about the storm and the fact
that the Porter's were not going anywhere today. I went to the den and
folded the sleeping bags and put them in the corner for use tonight. A hug
from Dad was given as he said thanks for picking up.

Dad:
	The morning passed quickly. The boys set up a board game that all
could play to help pass the time. I went to the freezer and got out two
chickens to thaw. I decided that chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and
green peas sounded like a good supper. I had ice cream for dessert. I
noticed that Paul had grown a shadow in the form of Mark. If Paul moved
then so did Mark, I was wondering what was going on. I hadn't been able to
get Paul alone, so had to wait for an answer. I was lost in thought looking
out the window as Mrs. Porter called for me.

Mrs. Porter:
	"Bob, I am running out of diapers for Nancy, and I could really use
some of the baby food that is at the car. Do you think that it is possible
to get to the car and back here? There is baby food and two packages of
diapers in the trunk of the car."

Dad:
	I looked out the window and knew that it was dangerous to be out in
this storm. If a person got lost out there, they would freeze to death in a
matter of hours. Ryan was still too sore to go out in the storm. Mark was
too young. I decide that I would talk to my two oldest boys and see what
they thought. I would go to the car and take one of them with me. This was
a team job, a single person could get into more trouble than a pair as a
team.
	"I'll need to think about this for a few minutes. I'll let you know
the decision. I'll talk to my boys and see what we can do"
	I walked into the den and watched as another game ended, this time
one of the twins had won. "Cody and Paul, we have a problem and need to
talk." We went out into the garage and I explained the problem. "I think
that one of you boys and I can get to the car and back." The other one
stays here in case we have a problem and we need his help. The question is
who goes and who stays here." The look of determination on Cody's face was
unbelievable.

Cody:
	"I think that we need to think about this a little. If you go with
one of us and something happens to you, we will have a severe problem
getting you back here to the house. If Paul and I go, and something happens
then we have you for a backup to rescue us. I know that that is not what
you want to hear, but it's the facts that worry me. I know that Paul and I
couldn't get you back to the house if something happened to you." I saw
what happened with Ryan yesterday, when you disappeared to start the
generator. I couldn't control my little brother if you were hurt and needed
help.

Dad:
	I sure wasn't happy with Cody's explanation, but he was right. I
tried to get Paul to take my viewpoint, but he even said that Cody was
right. I could see the wheels turning in both their heads as I tried to
think of an excuse for them not to go. The discussion was over, I wasn't
happy but they were positive they could do it. We decided that the only
things we really needed were the milk, diapers and baby food that were in
the trunk of the car. The boys would wear my one-piece snowsuits and their
hiking boots, mittens rather than gloves for the warmth and a pull down ski
hat to cover their faces. They would each wear a backpack to carry things
back in.

Cody:
	Dad was not a happy person. He didn't like my plan to go to the car
with Paul. He could see that it made sense, but that didn't mean he had to
be happy about it. We found the clothes that we would wear and laid them on
the floor in the garage. Dad disappeared and came back with granola bars
and chocolate candy bars. I looked at the time and realized that it was
half past eleven.

Paul:
	"Cody, I think we should go do this right now. The wind isn't
blowing as hard and I can see to the road. Lets go to the bathroom, then
get dressed and get to the car before the wind starts again. Cody followed
me to the bathroom and we drained our bladders. We looked at each other,
knowing that now was a test of everything that Dad had taught us.

Dad:
	I watched as the two boys got dressed to leave. I carefully checked
them over from top to bottom to be sure that no skin was exposed to the
cold weather. I handed the cell phone to Cody, "call me when you reach the
car or if there is a problem." I got a hug from each of them and watched as
they left the garage.

Cody:
	Paul and I stepped out of the warmth to a chill of falling snow. I
could see to the end of the driveway. The wind was still down and I hoped
that it would stay that way. Paul took the lead and I followed in his
footsteps. We got half way to the road and found our first snow drift. The
drift was up to our waists in height and Paul decided to go over instead of
taking the time to go around. Paul broke through and then helped me as I
almost fell down. We found ourselves in a snow free area that reached for
fifty feet. We had no more than gotten to the end of the free area when the
wind started and Paul and I were engulfed in a whiteout.

Paul:
	Cody and I stood still, we couldn't see to move. I turned around
and we faced each other. We never said a word, we didn't need to speak. We
must have waited for five minutes for Mother Nature to give in. We got to
the road and saw the car. The car was down off the shoulder and about half
a mile from us. I moved out with Cody right on my heels, no way were we
getting separated. We finally got to the car and opened the trunk. We got
the things we needed and put them in our packs. We made sure that the
weight was equal between us. Cody and I then crawled into the car to rest
out of the wind and snow. I pulled off my hat and gloves and watched Cody
do the same. I reached for a chocolate bar and grinned as Cody stared
eating a granola bar. We were so much alike and yet we had a lot of
differences. "Cody, call Dad and tell him that we are safe in the car and
will start back to the house soon."

Cody:
	I was glad for the relative warmth of the car as we sat having a
snack. My watch told me that we had spent thirty minutes getting to the
car. I got the cell phone out of my pocket and hit the speed dial for
home. Dad answered on the first ring. I told him that we were safe and we
had the groceries in our packs. We were eating a snack and resting in the
car. We would start back soon. I heard Dad tell me to be careful and he
would be watching for us. I hung up from the call and tucked the phone
away. Paul and I got our hats and mittens back on and checked that each
other were covered. The last thing I did was place an orange cloth flag on
the car antenna in hopes that the plow wouldn't hit it when finally came
down the road.

Paul:
	I had Cody lead the way back toward the house. I followed what was
left of our tracks. Our tracks were getting filled in with new blowing snow
and soon I would need to break the path like Paul had for me. The wind came
up and we had our second whiteout of our expedition. We were back on the
trail in a couple of minutes this time. Then my luck ran out, the tracks
were gone. I looked over to the side of the road and started following the
tree-lined bank. I was starting to get tired when Paul hit me on the
shoulder. I stopped and he didn't say a word, he just passed me and started
breaking the path for me. I love that brother of mine, sometimes I think he
can read my mind.

Paul:
	I could see by the way that Cody was walking that he was getting
tired. I knew that he would never give up, but I could break trail and make
it a little easier on him. I tapped his shoulder and when he stopped I just
passed him and kept on moving. I found the snow free area at the base of
the driveway and stopped to rest. My legs were starting to burn and I knew
that we needed to get through the snowdrift again. I turned to Cody; "We
have one last snow drift to get through before we are home free. My legs
are starting to ache from walking in this snow." I'm ready to get some hot
soup and a sandwich. Are you ready to finish this job?"

Cody:
	I stood at the end of the driveway and realized that we were close
to accomplishing our little mission. Paul was right, it was time to get
some lunch. " I am getting tired, but I am ready to complete this job." I
followed my brother as we broke our way through the last drift and slowly
made our way to the side door of the garage.

Dad:
	I sat next to the phone waiting for the boys to call. I was getting
really nervous when I felt an arm wrap around me. I look over at Ryan and
tried to smile, but it wasn't very well done. The boys had been gone for
thirty minutes. I hugged him to me and never let go until the phone rang. I
was relieved to hear that the boys were safely to the car. They were
resting and snacking, recharging those boy batteries that seemed to always
be ready. I knew that they would both be extremely tired from the cold and
walking in all those heavy clothes. They would be hungry and wet from the
sweat of their journey. That was the most dangerous thing, if something
happened the sweat would freeze and make it all the worse.
	I hung up the phone and looked at Mrs. Porter, "They've made it to
the car and are resting. We need to be ready when they get back. Ryan, have
Mark help you get a complete set of dry clothes for both your
brothers. Bring the clothes down to the garage and we'll strip them both
out of their wet clothes before they come into the house. Mrs. Porter,
please put on a can of chicken noodle soup to heat for them to eat when
they get back, that's one of their favorites." The twins both looked lost
that I hadn't asked them to help. I smiled, "You two are my watchers, sit
in that front window and watch for the boys. When you see them, then you
come and tell me." A racecar couldn't have moved any faster then those two
boys.
	I sat back down by the phone, this time I hoped that it would not
ring again. Ryan came down the stairs followed by Mark, both had clothes in
their hands and Ryan had two bath towels. I smiled he was thinking better
than I was at the moment. I watched as Ryan and Mark placed the clothes on
a chair and then joined the twins at the window. I looked at the clock, one
hour had past since the boys had left the house. Mrs. Porter said the soup
was hot and ready for the boys. I thanked her for doing that and she just
smiled. The shout was heard twenty miles away when the twin spotted Paul. I
jumped out of the chair and looked down the driveway to see them standing
on the snowdrift between them and the house. I waited until they were
safely through the drift and started for the garage. The boys followed me
bringing the towels and dry clothes.

Cody:
	Paul and I stood on the snowdrift and looked at the house. I saw
movement and knew that someone had seen us. We pushed on through the snow,
the door was open and Dad was waiting with the boys. I had no more then
gotten in the door when Dad took my pack and I saw Ryan doing the same to
Paul. The twins took the packs and disappeared into the house. Dad stripped
my clothes off right there in the garage. He dried me off with a towel and
then helped me into clean dry clothes.

Ryan:
	I saw what Dad started to do with Cody and I followed his lead on
Paul. Mark handed me the towel when I had finished stripping my
brother. Mark helped to get Paul dressed in his dry clothes. I could tell
by the look that Paul gave me that he was dead tired and ready for a nap.

Mark:
	I couldn't believe what I had just help do or what I had seen. I
stood and watched as Ryan stripped Paul naked. I handed Ryan the towel, but
continued to stare at Paul's private. It was big, I have never seen one
that big before. I handed Ryan the clean boxers and watched as Ryan helped
a very tired Paul get them on. I wish that someone would tell me how to get
mine that big.

Dad:
	We got the boys into their dry clothes. "Boys we have soup in the
kitchen for you to eat. After you get something in your stomachs then you
may want to take a nap." I watched as the boys walked into the kitchen and
sat down to eat. Mrs. Porter thanked them for getting everything that was
needed and they just said "no problem, your welcome." The boys ate a bowl
of soup and then decided on a nap, both said they were exhausted by their
trip. I watched as my boys left the kitchen followed by Mark and Ryan.

Paul:
	I walked starting up the stairs to my room wondering if I could
make it that far. I turned around and went back to the kitchen and asked
for some Tylenol for the pain in my legs. Dad gave me two and a glass of
water. Dad then gave me two more Tylenol and requested that I give them to
Cody. I started the journey to my room and noticed that my shadow was back
at my side. "Mark, I am going to my room and take a nap, if you want to
take a nap then you are welcome to come." A smile on his face and a hand in
mine was my only answer as we climbed the staircase. I handed the Tylenol
to Cody and told him to swallow them. I looked at Mark and decide that it
was my room and my bed, so I was sleeping like I always do with company. I
stripped down to my boxers and crawled under the blankets.

Mark:
	Paul said that I could take a nap with him. I was happy that he
would let me be with him. It made no difference that I wasn't really tired,
I wanted to be next to Paul. I was surprised when Paul started to strip off
his clothes. I was wondering if I would get to see his privates again. He
left his boxers on and crawled into the bed, I smiled and stripped to the
boxers that I had borrowed from Ryan and snuggled in with Paul. I was more
tired then I thought I fell asleep within a few minutes.

Ryan: I followed Cody to his room and watched him strip to his boxers and
crawl into bed. I thought about it and then stripped to my boxers. I
crawled under the blankets and felt a cold hand pull me closer. I shivered
at Cody's touch and heard him chuckle and say that he was going to use me
to get warm again. I lay in the bed the bed and wondered what was happening
in the other room. Mark had gone to bed with Paul again. I have a feeling
that Mark is looking for answers that his Mom hasn't heard the questions
to.

Dad:
	Things had gotten very quiet in the house. Mrs. Porter was putting
the baby down for a nap. I went up to check on my two boys and found four
of the six boys. Ryan was asleep with Cody and Mark was asleep with
Paul. There was still a question in my mind, of what was wrong that Mark
was with Paul so much. They all were asleep so that left the twins to
find. I found them playing a game on the game system and sat down to
watch. They were evenly matched at the game and I got bored and drifted off
to sleep.

Paul:
	I awoke to the feeling of a hand in my boxers, and it wasn't
mine. I lay still wondering if Mark knew what was about to happen if he
kept playing with my loaded cock. He had his hand in my boxers feeling of
the whole package from the top of my cock to bottom the bottom of my
balls. This boy didn't know what he was doing to me and I was about to make
a mess in my boxers and his hand. I pulled the boy to me and could feel him
tense up. "Mark, what you are doing feels great, but we need to talk about
this." I heard a sniffle from the boy whom I knew was scared that I was
mad. "Mark, I am not upset with what you were doing to me, but you should
have asked me before you did." You must always be sure that the person that
you touch wants you to touch them that way. Some boys don't like other boys
to touch them and they could hurt you real bad." I hugged the boy to me and
heard him whisper "that he was sorry." Mark tell me why you were doing that
to me. Have you ever done that to yourself?

Mark:
	I was scared when Paul pulled me toward him. I wanted to see how
big his privates were again and decide to feel of them while he was
asleep. I thought it was funny that his privates kept getting bigger as I
touched him. I had never done this before and was too fascinated to see
that he was awake. When Paul ask me the questions I knew that lying
wouldn't help get me out of trouble, so I told him the truth. "My privates
are a lot smaller than yours. I wanted to feel how big it was and thought I
could touch it with out waking you up."

Paul:
	It was obvious that Mark was nervous about my reaction to what he
had done. I listened to Mark and realized that my nine-year-old brother
knew more about his "private parts" then Mark at age eleven. The difference
was our parents believed that knowledge would keep us safer than no
knowledge. I could help to educate Mark. Would his parents be upset or
approve if they found out? I needed some help and decided to stall my young
friend. "Mark, now is not a good time to explain or do this type of
thing. We need to wait and talk later when we won't be interrupted." I got
out of bed and got dressed and so did Mark. Cody's door was closed and all
was quiet. I went to the kitchen and made cocoa for both of us and we sat
and drank it in silence.

Dad: I heard Mark and Paul come down the stairs and go into the kitchen. I
looked around for the twins and they were asleep in the corner on the pile
of sleeping bags. Mark came in and started playing a game, so I got up to
get supper started and to ask Paul about his shadow.

Paul:
	I looked up from my cup of cocoa as Dad came into the kitchen. "Dad
we need to talk about an eleven-year-old who is looking for some answers to
questions." The look on Dads face was priceless, I wish that a camera was
within reach.

Dad:
	Paul I was about to ask you about your new shadow. Would you tell
me about this situation and what happened last night. What makes you think
that mark is ready for some answers?

Paul:
	"Last night, Mark got scared and was crying. I gave him two
options, I would take him up to his Mom or he could sleep with me. I zipped
the sleeping bags together so that there was room for both of us. I held
him as his went to sleep and he had no more problems."
	"When I went for my nap, mark followed me to bed. I stripped to my
boxers and so did he and then he crawled into bed with me. When I woke up a
little while ago, Mark had his hand in my boxer and almost got a surprise
handful. I asked him why and he said he was curious about how big I was,
and that he was small. I decide that a delay was in order, so that we could
talk and see what I should do. Mom and Dad always told me that being
informed could save a child's life. I could help Mark, but I don't need to
get his Mom or Dad mad at me or our family."

Dad:
	"Paul this is a very sticky situation. Mark may want answers, but
his parents need to make that decision not you and I." I was startled as
Mrs. Porter came into the room.

Mrs. Porter:
	"Is it all right to come in or should I leave so that you two can
talk some more? Sorry if I interrupted something important."

Dad:
	"I think that you need to sit down and join this conversation. You
asked about the boys sleeping together and Paul has told me about that. He
also has told me about another minor problem. It seems that your son has
some questions that need to be answered and he thinks Paul is the one to do
it. Mark is your son and you and your husband need to decide when and what
to tell the boy. Paul is willing to help, but we don't want to lose your
family's friendship over that type of issue." I started putting supper on
the stove as the conversation took a new prospective.

Mrs. Porter:
	"I have asked my husband to talk with Mark about sex. He always
seems unwilling or unable to discuss the subject with our son. I don't
think that Mark will ever ask that question of his Dad for fear of being
paddled. I can talk to him myself, but I believe that Mark would be
embarrassed. I think that Mark would rather talk with another boy then a
his mother."
	"Paul, if you feel comfortable about talking to my son about sex,
then you have my permission to do so. I hope that you can help relieve some
of his frustration. Mark is eleven years old; he will soon start looking at
girls more than he is now. I don't want him to go into dating girls with a
blindfold on about the dangers of sex."

Paul:
	"I will try to help Mark learn about sex. The thing to remember is
that he is the one that has to ask for some of the information. If I give
him too much information before he is ready then he will turn me off and
not pay attention. I will start with the questions that he has tonight and
then he can always talk to me as more questions come to his mind."

Mrs. Porter:
	"Paul I must apologize to you for misjudging your actions. I
thought for sure that my son had asked you questions and gotten his
answers. I jumped to that conclusion when my son was in your bed this
morning. I was even more positive when he followed you to take a nap. I
also must admit that I thought you had done more than talk to my son."

Paul:
	"If I had allowed it to happen, then it would have. I wasn't sure
that you would tolerate my giving your son the knowledge that he wants. I
am fifteen years old and have no desire to get into the kind of trouble
that you or your husband could get me into with the police over doing
things with your pre-teen son. Last night was a simple case of your son
being scared of noises in our house. I told him that he could sleep with
you or me. He decided to sleep with me. Mark wanted something more at
naptime, but I delayed that so that I could get some direction on where you
wanted to go. I have that knowledge now and will talk to your son and help
him to understand some things that he has questions about at bath and bed
time tonight."

Ryan:
	I awoke with a warm mouth around my cock and the feeling was so
intense that I didn't last long. I shook and tremble like a leaf in the
wind with my dry organism. Cody had taken me to the top and dropped me
off. I hugged him to me and thought of how lucky I was to have him as a
brother.

Dad:
	Supper was a complete success. The only thing left was the bones of
the chickens. We all went to the den and sat down talking about the storm
that had suddenly disappeared and what the week would bring. The roads
should be passable tomorrow, so the Porter's could get home. The school was
closed for the rest of the week, broken pipes due to no heat. We watched
television for a while and then I smiled as Cody took the twins from the
room to take a bath.
	Mrs. Porter smiled and shook her head, commenting that she normally
had to fight to get them into the tub. The twins came back ready for bed,
and a short time later Cody came back, also ready for bed. Ryan disappeared
and came back twenty minutes later. I looked at his back and was pleased at
the progress. Mrs. Porter gave Nancy a bath in the kitchen sink, and Paul
took a startled eleven-year-old by the hand and led him away.

Paul:
	I took Mark by the hand and led him to the bathroom. "Mark, it is
time to take your shower, would you like to take one with me or alone?"
Mark replied that together would be nice. I stripped, waiting for Mark to
start undressing. He was so excited that he just stood there looking at
me. I reached over and pulled his shirt off and then he got the idea. He
stripped and we got in the tub, I adjusted the water and offered to wash
him. He didn't object so I washed him from top to bottom. Mark was not
circumcised, so I explained to him about cleaning under the foreskin. I
slowly pulled it back and watched his face for pain, there didn't seem to
be any so I cleaned it for him. Mark was trembling as I washed him. He
certainly wasn't scared by the look and color of his face. I finished with
Mark and started to wash my-self. Mark wanted to wash me. "You can wash me
if you want, just remember to be careful." I enjoyed the whole experience
and Mark was happy that I trusted him enough to let him do it. I dried him
and he dried me. We got dressed in boxers and tee shirt before we went to
say good night to the parents. Mark had no idea that we were sleeping in my
bed tonight. I had decided that mark and I didn't need an audience for his
questions and my answers.

Mark:
	I couldn't believe what had just happen to me. No one had washed me
in years. Paul was so gentle with me that I couldn't believe it was
happening. I listened as Paul explained about keeping my penis clean under
the skin. I thought I would pass out as he carefully washed it for me. I
love every minute that his hands were on me. I watched as he started
washing up. "Can I do that for you, like you did for me?" His answer made
me proud and I was very nervous as I cleaned a very big and hard penis. I
dried Paul and he dried me. I was a little nervous about walking around in
just a tee shirt and boxers. Paul was doing it so I followed him. We went
to the kitchen and got a drink of juice from the refrigerator and then I
followed Paul back to den. Mom was rocking my little sister to sleep as I
quietly gave her a kiss. Mom smiled and I watched as Paul hugged and kissed
his Dad good night. I looked for our sleeping bag but it was under my
brothers. I started to get it when Paul told me to come with him.

Paul:
	I took the young boy by the hand and led him to my room. " Mark,
after our nap today, you had questions. If you ask me those questions, I
will try to answer them for you.

Mark:
	I was a little scared to ask the questions, but knew that Paul
wouldn't get mad about a question, if he hadn't gotten mad about my hand in
his boxers. "Paul, why are your privates so much bigger than mine? Why does
yours get bigger sometimes and smaller at others? What is that stuff that
got on my hand today? Will my privates get as big as yours?" I saw a smile
come to Paul's face and wondered why.

Paul:
	This boy had all the questions. I stood there remembering the time
my real Dad had talked to me about sex. Little did I know that soon I would
be in his shoes. " Mark, I have a bigger penis and testicles because I am
older than you are. My penis gets bigger when I get excited about something
that has to do with sex. That stuff as you called it, is called pre-cum. It
comes out to help make your penis slippery when you have sex." I waited for
the next question.

Mark:
	I have heard my friends talk about jerking off. What is that?

Paul: "The real name is masturbation. That is what you were doing to me
after our nap. You were playing with my cock and balls and getting me
excited. When you do it long enough then you get a real good feeling called
an organism. You would have gotten a hand full of my cum if I hadn't stop
you."

Mark:
	Can I make that stuff, cum that is?

Paul:
	I don't know if you can or not, probably not. When I washed you
tonight, I didn't feel any hairs growing down around your penis or
testicle. You usually don't have cum until your testicles get lower and
there is some hair down there. That dose not mean that you can't have an
organism, it just means it will be dry.

Mark:
	Can I see your penis again and see you jerk off?

Paul:
	I smiled, the time had come or was it cum. I pulled my boxers off
and then my shirt as I lay down on the bed. Mark, why don't you try it too?
I watched Mark as he stripped and lay down beside me. I showed him how I
jerked off and watched as he copied me. I watched and waited and smiled at
the concentration he put into his effort. I encourage him to continue until
I saw his body take control, the shaking and trembles with the look of
outright pleasure that came to his face. I lost my load into my hand at the
same time and wiped it off on my tee shirt. I smiled as I shut off the
light and drifted off to sleep


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