Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 09:57:18 -0800 (PST)
From: James Smith <james_esmith@yahoo.com>
Subject: There's a problem with Logan, Chapter 6

The entire work is fabricated, and I am the writer.  My first sexual
experience was with a cousin.  We were both underage, and while we both
enjoyed our times I do not condone sexual play with minors.  I would love
to hear what my readers think.  Reach out to me at: westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com
Without a word Logan opened his brother's door, entered, and quietly
clicked the lock. It was first thing in the morning, Todd and Travis had
been awake for 15 min., but neither boy had actually gotten out of
bed. Todd gritted his teeth, and looked at Travis, he was unsure what the
seven-year-old had in store for them.  Especially after last night's
performance.

"Yesssss," Travis hissed in a quiet exhalation. The 18-year-old, still
dressed in only boxer briefs from the night before, sat up in his sleeping
bag, Todd closed his eyes. Logan smiled and continued toward his brother's
bed.

"Little brother.... we're not ready," Todd started, but was interrupted by
his friend.

"I am." The varsity jock beamed widely. Todd cast doubtful looks to his
team mate, and then down to the tiny figure that stood at his teammates
waist. Wide-eyed, Logan looked up at his brother. For some reason he was
holding a single serving cherry Jell-O cup.

Without a word Logan moved towards Travis at home in his sleep. Once again
the older boy flinched as Logan close the gap between them. Scooting back
on the sleeping bag Travis made an audible gasp the moment the boys hand
touched his chest.

Watching from his bed Todd felt powerless toward his brother's advances
against his old classmate. Feeling stunned and horrified, Todd grimaced
when evidence of his own erection surfaced.

Logan pushed the older boy back, reclining him gently, one hand on the
boy's bare chest and the other by his side, still holding the desert
cup. Once Travis was on his back, the little boy patted him just so. Then,
using both hands he slowly removed Travis's underwear. All three boys
stared in amazement at Travis's penis, and Logan seemed to hover just above
it.

In a surprise move Logan sat back on his haunches, pulled the top from the
desert cup, and plunged his tongue into the Jell-O. Squishy slurps came
from the seven year old as he worked most of the cherry dessert into his
mouth, or onto his face.  A concerned and confused Travis looked from Todd
to Logan, and back to Todd, the older boy trembling with excitement.

What both teenagers saw was little Logan's face was covered cherry red.
Grasping for the older boys lap, Logan made contact smearing a handful of
red Jell-O along the rigid penis. Covering the entire penis with red goo,
Logan observed his handiwork and smiled.  Shivering, Travis slowly adjusted
to the new sensations coursing through his body as Logan began gripping the
boy's meat, and stroking slowly up and then just as slowly down.

Watching the older boy's reactions to his every move, Logan gauged Travis's
response.  With a flip of two fingers along Travis's penis, the older boy
cried out as Logan relished his control.  Logan giggled.

Watching from his own bed Todd watched the older boy squirm helplessly on
the floor. He moved his own hands to his lap.  Seeing all of this little
Logan smiled and began to stroke earnestly on the hardening senior athlete.

Never missing a stroke, Logan focused in on the very tip of Travis's body
and a slight change that was occurring there. As Travis got more excited,
and Logan pounded away, a whitish, slippery secretion began to spew out of
Travis's body. Amazed, Travis watched the second-grader milk his penis and
how his quick, thorough strokes helped whip together precum and Jell-O into
a frothy mixture that was bubbling and oozing from his tiny little hand.

"I'm close," Travis exhaled in a whisper.  Todd watched as Logan pounced on
the older boy's body.  Unwilling or unable to close his eyes Travis watched
as the little one swallowed the entire head of his penis.  Perhaps it was
this warm, moist host that Travis needed most.  The tightly corded muscles
in Travis's legs shook as he began to come, followed by small whimpers as
he watched the boy's aggressive tongue clean the jock's cock, balls, and
even some of his abs.

Reeling from his front row seat, Todd bit down on what must have been left
of his bottom lip.  Watching Logan slowly rise, with his little hand
splayed again the senior's rigid chest.  There was no sign of the Jello.
Or any of Travis's seed.  Logan had seen to all of that.  The older teen
seemed out of it on the floor, and nearly passed out.  Scanning the room,
Todd watched his seven year old brother rise carefully, with the balance
and grace of a much older boy.

Moving effortlessly over to his big brother's bed, Logan stalked.  Smiling
he withdrew a second small desert cup.  "Todd, do you like lime?"  Todd
reclined back, half in fear and half in lust, as Logan jumped up into his
brother's bed.