Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 19:08:50 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: minding the guys 2

Minding the guys 2
By Lance Kyle

I'm usually an early riser, and so it was that Friday morning.  As I've
said before, I've had some same sex experiences before, but my time with
Richin and Rachman was coming to look like it might surpass everything
before! I'd certainly never awakened in between two beautiful South Asian
brown boys like this.  Each had their heads on my chest, where I could
nuzzle their thick straight mops of black hair.  Eleven year old Rachman on
one side was drooling a little onto my chest, his morning erection poking
me in the side of my hip. Thirteen year old Richin was on the other side,
his morning erection lying against the side of my groin, with just a little
thread of pre-cum hanging down.  I myself had a pretty good morning hard
on.

I stirred a little, which woke the guys.  They startled, looked up and
around to remind themselves where they were, then settled back down against
me, now pushing into me with morning erections.  Richin reached over and
gently grasped my own rod and pumped a few times.  I groaned.

"Guys, we can't now, it's a school day.  Later.  Come on, everybody up and
into the shower."  It took a lot of pushing and hauling but I eventually
got them up and we crowded into the shower, which didn't help the erection
situation, but I was determined to hussle everyone along.  They disappeared
to put on clean clothes and get stuff for their day, in their guest
bedrooms, and I dressed quickly.  Keeping an eye on the clock, I slapped
down some cereal, bowls, milk, and pop tarts, which they wolfed down.  I
was gathering up keys and my briefcase when it occurred to me.

"Hey guys, what do you do about lunch?"  They paused and looked at each
other.

"Mom packs it for us."  I groaned again.  No time, no preparation.

"Can you buy it there?" I asked.  They nodded yes, and so I found out the
cost and shoved some dollars at each of them.  Off we went to their
school. On the way both Abay and Tama called to check on them, speaking
briefly to me and each boy, and they seemed reassured by the boys' happy
voices.  I dropped them off and set a time to pick them back up, then I
headed for the university where I had lab work and a class to teach.

I picked them up from school that afternoon and took them to their swimming
lessons.  Dropping them off at the locker room I went up to the observation
deck to wait for them.  Their class made quite a show of multicolored
bodies, young males and females, shining wet and happy. When they were done
and emerged from the locker room, their thick wet black hair still
plastered down, we headed off for burgers and fries.  The guys actually
talked about their day, which not every kid that age will do.  There was
some kidding back and forth about which girls they were talking to, which I
was happy to see, as it indicated that they were open to life's
possibilities and hadn't calcified into one sexual identity or another.

Back home I put out some snacks in front of the TV.  We had agreed that
homework could wait for tomorrow, although I did insist that it be done
before their parents came to get them. I asked them to bring their wet
swimsuits and towels, along with anything else that needed washing, to the
laundry room.  They had changed to t shirts and underwear.  We returned to
see tv and I had a boy on each side of me, snuggling up close.

So, no mystery what that led to.  Each guy snuggled closer, began pushing
into me just a little, began rubbing my belly and chest over my t shirt,
then under the t shirt, then Rachman jumped up and shed his clothes
entirely, his eleven year old purple black cock by then fully erect, and
Richin followed, his heavier thirteen year old midnight dark rod also
rampant. Sitting up from the sofa we were on I pulled off my t shirt, then
slid my sweats and underwear to the floor and we were all naked together on
the sofa.

Rachman, the sweet boy, pressed up against my side, his penis straight up
between us, and began pecking at my cheek, then at my lips—just pecking.
Richin was grinding on my thigh while he ran his hand up and down it.  He
looked over at what Rachman was trying to do.

"Hey," I said, "do you want some kissing lessons?"  Both boys nodded
enthusiastically. So I pulled Rachman over flat against my chest and belly,
one hand curved around each brown buttock to provide support, and told him
to bring his lips to mine.  He did, and I flattened mine against his,
initiating a little suction, kneading his bottom as I did so.  Then I
pulled first his lower lip and then his upper lip into my mouth, sucking
gentle, playing my tongue over each lip, then pulled both completely into
my mouth, running my tongue over and around them.  He whimpered in pleasure
and grunted a little in surprise.  Then I released him and pushed my tongue
into his mouth.  I could see his eyes grow wide, but he began playing with
my tongue using his.  Pretty soon we were kissing as deeply and as slowly
as you could, running tongues over the other's teeth, nibbling on lips, you
name it.

Now in the meantime, thirteen year old Richin swung around and began
examining my genitals closely.  I realized he really had not had a chance
to do so before, and so he carefully examined and fondled my package that
was available right beneath his brother's butt which my hands were still
cradling and kneading.

"Joe," Richin said, "is everybody's penis and balls darker than their skin
other places?  Yours are, and Rachman's and mine are, we're REALLY dark
down there."  Rachman broke off the kissing to crane around and see what
his brother was doing and to get a look at my package.

"I think so," I replied, "I think where skin is wrinkled, like around the
balls...well, and on the elbows for that matter...it tends to be darker,
and where there's a lot of blood it tends to be darker.  Cool, huh?" I
asked, and then went back to frenching his brother.  "Yeah," Richin
replied, now very gently feeling his way all around my penis and testicles,
pulling at my pubic hair, examining everything.  I began to breathe
heavily, and Rachman already was.  Suddenly Richin stood up, his penis
painfully erect, put his hand on his brother's shoulder, and said, "My
turn."

Rachman whimpered a little but traded places, and as his brother had before
him, began closely examining my stuff, with real interest.  He paid more
attention to pulling the foreskin back from my knob.  I am uncut, as are
the boys.  In the meantime I had Richin's bottom in my hands as I had had
Rachman's before, his rampant penis pressing hard against my chest and
abdomen, and we went through all the lessons of kissing that I had just
taught his brother.  Richin was breathing as hard as I was before long.

Then Richin broke off with a gasp and said, "OK, let's make it happen.
What do we do this time?"  I thought for a minute.  I had been massaging
Richin's dark brown anus while kneading his buttocks, and it gave me an
idea.  Pushing him gently off I said, "go get the baby oil from my room."
He was gone and back in a flash.  Collecting a couple of sofa pillows I got
on my knees on the floor and began directing the guys to get into position,
which they readily did.

"OK, Richin," I said, "Rachman has fucked you in the ass, you have fucked
me in the ass—your turn."  His eyes got wide as he cast a quick glance
at my penis.  It was not enormous, but it was an adult penis and fully
erect.  But his sense of adventure and of fairness immediately pushed him
to smile and give a quick nod.  I put him in doggie position right in front
of me and began oiling up my penis and his anus, sticking one and then two
fingers in, at which he gasped but he did not refuse it.

"Now Rachman," I said, get that small sofa pillow there and put it on the
floor between Richin's legs."  The eleven year old scrambled to do so.
"Now slide up under Richin and put your head on the pillow.  Can you reach
his penis with your mouth?" I asked.  Rachman bunched the pillow up and
pulled his brother's pelvis down just a little and with Richin's penis in
his mouth he grunted a muffled yes.

"Richin, can you bend down and get Rachman's penis in your mouth?"  This
was easy to do.  Both boys were now in a full 69 position, and holding each
other's penis in their mouths with a gentle suction.  "OK, here goes," I
said, as I placed my penis against Richin's anus and gave enough of a push
to get the head in.  Richin gave a muffled groan, his mouth occupied with
Rachman's penis, but he did not pull away or refuse.  Gently pumping, in
stages I got fully landed inside the thirteen year old.  And then I began a
long back and forth, in and out, while the boys began more actively sucking
and pumping heads up and down on the other's rod.

Richin had the most awkward position of course; he had to keep his pelvis
low enough for Rachman to reach his penis but high enough for me to keep
plunging in and out of his butt, and then get his head low enough to suck
his brother.  So he supported himself on his elbows and forearms, and then
pushed his legs out at a slant.  I came down in a slant over his back, not
resting on his back but holding myself up off of the brown boy as I cycled
in and out of his bottom.  We kept this position, all of us beginning to
groan with pleasure and to breathe heavily.  Rachman was the first to
achieve an orgasm, squealing with his brother's penis still in his mouth,
trembling and bucking his pelvis up a little.  Richin held on tightly but I
could hear him give a surprised grunt, and then could hear some swallowing.
Was it possible his eleven year old brother had for the first time
ejaculated some semen?  Richin kept his brother's penis firmly in his
mouth, grasping his brother's thighs now with his hands, and Rachman picked
up the pace of his sucking and head pumping, and it was not long before
Richin released Rachman's drooping penis and cried out, pumping hard down
into his brother as he dumped his own load of sperm.

The jerking and trembling of Richin's insides brought me over the edge, and
now I lowered my whole weight on his back, pushed my groin forward and with
a bellow I came, biting Richin's shoulder, scrabbling at Rachman's legs
beneath, bucking again and again as I emptied myself into the thirteen year
old brown boy.  Then I collapsed onto a heap of boys.

All three of us rested there, panting for a moment, and then Richin,
sandwiched between Rachman and me, managed to yell out, "Holy shit,
Rachman, I think you made some semen!"

From down below under Richin, who was under my pelvis, I heard Rachman say,
as excitedly as he could given the crush of man and boy on top of him,
"Really? How do you know?  Can I see?"

"I swallowed it," said Richin, "but I'm sure you did.  If you did this time
you will next time, probably, and you can see it then."  I gasped out a
congratulations, still out of breath.  Then I rolled out of Richin with a
plop and landed on the floor, breathing heavily.  Richin crawled over to my
other side and did the same.  In a tangle of legs and arms, we caressed
each other, catching breath.

"That was great, guys," I said.  "Let's go shower, and then maybe some more
tv?"  They agreed.  The shower was more friendly and less sexually charged
than it had been that morning, with a lot of what felt like really loving
caresses as we soaped each other up.  Finally cleaned and toweled off, we
returned to the living room and dressed, then snuggled up and watch tv
until it was time for bed.  We had a full day of the guys' activities
beginning in the morning, so in due time I announced bed time.  Spent
sexually, the three of us tumbled into my bed together again and, limbs
entwined with limbs, sharing breath, giving light kisses, we drifted off to
sleep.

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