Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 00:00:16 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: AFTER-SCHOOL SNACKS (t/t/b, inc, con, oral, anal)

AFTER-SCHOOL SNACKS (t/t/b, inc, con, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

The summer I turned 13, I stayed overnight at my boyfriend's house while his
parents were out.  My name's Brad McKay and his name's Tony Myerson.  He's
the same age as me, 13.   His little brother Chase is 8.

He'd kill me if he knew I was calling him my boyfriend.  He's a fun guy, but
he gets a little nervous about that word.

But, hell, since we've been doing stuff with each other since we were 10 --
you know the kind of stuff I mean -- sex stuff -- "boyfriend" is definitely
the right word to use, whether he admits it or not.  When you've got your
dick up another guy's butt, like it or not, you're pretty-much at the
boyfriend stage.

His parents were going out bowling that night -- it's so gross -- they bowl
on a league -- they go out every Friday night with their dorky looking
shirts with the names sewed over the pockets.

So, that left us free from five o'clock on, with the whole house to
ourselves -- except for Chase, who we had to keep an eye on.  We gave him
some popcorn and put in a movie for him and told him to stay downstairs and
not bug us.  He was funny.  He said he was going to put on his pajamas
because he needed pajamas to watch his movies.

So there he was, five in the afternoon, eating popcorn, already dressed for
bed.  Kids.

Meanwhile, Tony and I went up to his room, drinking Cokes, eating popcorn
ourselves, and looking at pictures on his computer.  GOOD pictures.  The
ones with guys showing there hard-ons and stuff.  It wasn't the first time
we'd discovered the joy of newsgroups.

"Oh my God, take a look at that one!" Tony whispered in awe as another
downloaded JPG began to take shape on his computer screen. We'd downloaded
about ten so far, and our boners were already jumping out of our pants.

"Holy balls," he said quietly, a look of impressed concentration on his
face.  "That guy must be forty-five inches long!"

I'll have to admit, it was impressive.

When you're 13, and your best friend is 13, and the only penises you've ever
seen up close are hanging from your own legs, basically, anything over four
inches looks like a goal post.

"Jeeeezus," Tony exclaimed, touching his finger to the monitor and running
it along the outline of the guy's thick sausage.  "How the hell does he even
fit that thing into his PANTS?"

"I'm not sure," I answered honestly, studying the pure, frightening girth of
it.  "Maybe it shrinks down when he's not on camera."

"God, I hope so," Tony muttered, clicking back to the menu and picking out
another picture title.

"My dick's all hard," I complained, fidgeting in my chair.  "Let's take our
pants off and do stuff."

"In a minute," he replied anxiously.  "I wanna look at a few more pictures
first."

I groaned impatiently.  Why look at the fake ones when the real one was
right here, ready to slip into his butt?

He double-clicked on another title, and the next picture started appearing
on the screen.

I'll have to admit, by this time, I was more interested in watching the
little blue thermometer than the big, hard wiener that was rectangling into
view.  The sooner that blue hit 100%, the sooner I'd be able to release my
aching load.  (Well, drops, I guess.  At 13, I wasn't quite able to manage
loads).

"Ooooh," he said, taking a look at the finished product.  "That one's a
thickie."

It was.  It wasn't very long, but it made up for it in thickness.

"Yowch," he winced.  "Imagine sitting on that one.  You wouldn't be able to
crap for a month."

"Or even worse," I grinned. "You'd crap right there on the bed."

He shut off the monitor and smiled at me.

"Okay, that's enough," he announced.  "Time for after-school snacks."

That was a joke phrase between us.  When we met in fifth grade -- he was a
new kid in school -- we hit it off right away in homeroom.  He invited me
over to his house the first day he met me.  It was really funny.  He was so
proper.  He said, "Would you mind coming over to my house for some after
school snacks?"

I laughed at him hilariously, but eagerly accepted his invitation.  He was a
cool kid, and I liked him from the start.  Little did I know that "after
school snacks" would turn out to be looking at his very impressive
collection of dirty magazines, stolen from an older cousin -- and jacking
each other to an explosive dry climax while we looked at the pictures.

And the next night, he invited me over again and taught me the joys of
sixty-nining -- an acrobatic little maneuver I'd never even imagined, much
less participated in.  Apparently, Tony was well versed in the methods of
boy-boy entertainment, since he told me later his cousin had showed him the
ropes for years, beginning when he was about 7-years-old.

And since boys will be boys, sucking each other quickly turned into fucking
each other.  Tony suggested it first, after he'd shown me some really hot
pictures of two guys doing it with each other.  We wet each other down with
big wads of spit, and spent the whole afternoon taking turns, plowing into
each others' tight buttholes until our dicks were red and sore.  I still
have memories of that day.

I liked doing it to him more than I liked having him do it to me...and as
the years went by, that seemed to work out fine for both of us...since he
admitted to me he liked having it stuffed up his butt more than he liked
putting it in mine.  That was fine with me, since having him in me kind of
hurt.  I still let him do it to me whenever he wants (which thank God, isn't
often), but the whole time he's in there pumping, I'm gritting my teeth and
trying to think of other things, hoping he finishes quick, because really,
it doesn't feel that great.

Tony, on the other hand, really likes it.  He says it doesn't hurt at all.
And when I'm doing it to him, I can tell he really gets into it.  He moans a
lot and makes these sexy little whimpering noises that really make me crazy.
Every time I hear the noises he makes, I just want to do it to him harder
and harder.

He pushes his butt back against my dick while I'm sliding it in and out of
him.  He grinds his hips around and wraps his hands around my butt and tries
to pull me deeper inside of him.  Sometimes he puts his finger in my butt,
too.  Not hard or deep, but just a little, which feels really nice.

He whispers sexy things to me.  He says dirty words and tells me how good I
feel and how big I am and stuff like that.  It's really cool.  So, needless
to say, I like doing it to him every chance I get.  Piss on girls.  Tony's
the best.

"So, what kind of after-school snacks would you like today, sir?"

He grabbed a notebook and pencil from his desk and stood there like a
waitress, his hand on his hips, giving me his full attention, waiting for my
order.  I laughed.

"I think I'd like a big plate of your ass," I grinned, taking the notebook
out of his hand and pushing him down on his bed.

I laid on top of him and pinned him down and kissed him.

Kissing was something pretty new to us.  We'd been doing sex stuff for a
long time, but never started kissing until earlier this year.  It happened
by accident, almost.  We thought it was kind of too weird before, so we
never did it.  But once when we were listening to music, he leaned over and
kissed me, and even though I was surprised, it felt really nice.  So, now we
kiss all the time.  And believe me, it makes the other stuff feel even
better.

So, I laid there kissing him, running my tongue around his mouth, biting his
lower lip with little nibbles, which he really liked.  He grabbed my back
and pulled my full weight down on top of him.  He liked that....being laid
on with my full weight.  He told me it was a good feeling...like being
trapped, but in a good way.  He said he liked it when I made him feel
helpless like that.  He said it really made him hard and excited, liked he
was powerless to all the good feelings I was giving him.

Well, I sure wasn't going to disappoint him this afternoon.  I continued to
press down on him, my hips grinding into his crotch, our hard dicks mashing
against each other between our jeans.

"Let's take our shirts and pants off," I told him, between kisses.

We fumbled with our sleeves, tugged on snaps and zippers, and before too
long, we were laying there in nothing but our underwear, me grinding on top
of him, enjoying the sounds of his little moans and feeling the sweaty
warmth of his naked skin.  His stomach muscles clenched every time I ground
down on him harder.

"Oh yeah," he whispered.  "Keep doing that."

We took of our underwear, hurriedly, helping each other, still not touching
each others' penises.

We must have kissed for fifteen minutes.

When we first started doing stuff, it was really quick and over in a flash.
It was like a race to see who could finish first.  But now that we've been
together for a few years, we've learned to take our time and not rush to the
end.  And especially since we added the kissing, now we just enjoy rubbing
each other and making out for a good, long time before we even touch each
others' dicks.

"Suck me," I whispered hoarsely.  "Let me put it in your mouth now."

He nodded between kisses and scrunched up against the headboard.

I scooted up and kneeled over his mouth.

He licked his lips, getting them wet, getting them ready to suck my penis,
which was rock hard, at it's full four-inch length.  I wished it was longer.
I knew how much he liked to have it in his mouth and feel it deep in his
throat.  I wished it was as long as the pictures we were looking at on the
internet, because I knew he'd really like having a big one like that,
ramming into his throat, splitting it wide open and making him choke.  The
harder I went, the more he liked it.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, feeling his hot lips wrap around the tip of my
straining cock.  "Suck it, Tony.  Let me put it way in, deep."

His hands wrapped around my butt and he clenched tight, pulling me hard,
ramming me into his mouth.  He gagged once, like he always did, then he
developed a rhythm, making soft gulping noises as I pummeled in and out of
him.

"Ahhhhhh!  I'm telling!"

The small voice from the doorway almost gave me a heart attack.

"Just kidding.  I won't tell."

I craned my neck around, and there was Chase, standing in the hallway, a
bowl of popcorn in his hand, munching away, grinning at what he was seeing.

And let me tell you, he was getting an eyeful, since all he could see at the
moment was his big brother propped up against the headboard, mouth wide
open, my four-inch cock buried to the hilt in him.

"Shit," I said, pulling out quickly and looking madly on the floor for my
underwear.

Tony laughed.  "It's okay," he said.  "Relax.  Chase won't tell anybody,
will you, Chase?"

"Hell, no," Chase swore, a wide grin spreading over his cute 8-year-old
face.  "You think I never saw a stiffy before?"

We both laughed at his casual remark.  I sat up on the bed, putting my hands
over my hard cock, blushing a little.

"Besides," Chase added proudly.  "Tony sucks my dickie too sometimes."

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"What?" I grinned at his blushing brother.  "You let this little goon suck
your stuff, numnuts?"

Tony rolled his eyes and groaned.  "You weren't supposed to tell him that,
Chasey."

Chase shrugged.  "Well, it's TRUE."

I laughed a little more.  "No wonder you don't mind babysitting him," I
smiled.

Tony put his hands up in the air and looked innocent.  "Busted," he grinned.

"So, now what do we do?" I asked mischievously.

"Is your movie done, Chase?" Tony asked his little brother.

"Yep," said Chase.  "My popcorn's almost gone, too."

Tony winked at me.

"So, why don't you come over here and play with me and Brad for a while?
I'm sure you'd like some of the games we're playing."

"Really?" squealed Chase, delighted to be included.

"Sure," I grinned.  "Why not, kiddo?  As long as you and Tony do it, you
might as well do it with both of us."

"Yaaaayyyyy!" Chase yelled, running over to join us on the bed.

I watched him jump up in his little flannel pajamas, excited at the prospect
of another person joining us in our activities.

I thought in the back of my mind that maybe he was a little too young for
this, but then I remembered he was only a couple years younger than Tony and
I were when we started doing stuff, and as far as I knew, we weren't warped
psycho-killers or anything, so, hey, what the hell.

"Take your jammies off, Chasey," Tony said, winking at me.

Chase nodded, used to the routine.

We both watched intently as he stripped down to his cute little Pokeman
underwear.  His little stiffy was already straining against the fabric,
begging for attention.

"Hey," I said, smiling at his groin.  "That's cute underwear you've got
there, kiddo."

He rolled his eyes.  "Mom makes me wear them.  I prefer white."

Me and Tony cracked up.  What a line.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Chase asked, his eyes all eager and
sparkling.

"Why don't you take your underwear off," I said.  "It'll be easier to see
each other that way."

With no complaints or embarrassment, Chase yanked off his shorts and kneeled
there on the bed, his little three-incher jutting out at full mast.

"See?" he said proudly, pointing to it.  "A stiffy!"

"Beautiful," I said, giving him a nod.  "Now, why don't you show me how you
suck on Tony's thing."

"Really?" he said, eyes wide.

"Yep.  I'd like to watch you two."

"Okay," he chimed, kneeling down between his brothers legs.

His little mouth wrapped around his brother's penis and he began sucking
happily.  I was impressed.  The kid was pretty good.  Brad winced a couple
times as Chase scraped his teeth against the shaft, but other than that, I
could tell they were both really familiar with each other.

"Wanna play butt games?" Chase offered happily.

Wow.  This was getting better than I'd imagined.

"What are butt games?" I asked him, pretending not to know.

"That's where you take your thing and you put it in my butt hole," he
announced, like it was no big deal.

I looked at Tony, who was beginning to blush again.  I grinned at him.

"And how do you know about those?" I asked.

Chase beamed.

"Tony and me play butt games all the time!"

Tony moaned and covered his face.

"Well, well," I grinned at him.  You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Big mouth," Tony grinned, punching his brother playfully on the arm.

"This is how butt games work," Chase instructed, like we'd never heard of
them before.  "I come over and suck your thing until it gets wet...then you
get some spit and put it on my butt.  Then you roll me over and put it in
me!"

He looked so proud of himself.  Like he'd discovered electricity or invented
the wheel.

"Sounds good to me," I said.  "Come on over and give it a try."

Without a moment's hesitation, Chase leaned over and buried his head in my
groin.

"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, surprised at his skill.  "That's...excellent."

He bobbed his little head up and down, coating my dick with a thick wad of
saliva.

"Now put it in my butt," he grinned, looking up at me.  "I'll roll over so
you can stick it in."

I looked at Tony hesitantly -- asking for unspoken permission with my eyes.
He grinned.  Motioned his hand to his little brother's ass, wagging
cheerfully on the bed before me.

"He's all yours," he giggled.  "He likes it, too."

I didn't need any more encouragement.

I positioned myself in front of Chase's little rosebud, and lubing it up
with a finger full of saliva, I lowered myself down and slowly entered his
tight young hole.

"Wow!" Chase said.  "You got a biggie, Brad."

I grunted and pushed in deeper.  Chase didn't act like he felt it at all.
He just giggled and wiggled his ass even more, helping me adjust myself into
the tightness of his 9-year-old rectum.

"Now push it in and out," he said, still "instructing" me.

"Like this?" I asked, starting to pull in and out, fucking him slowly with
long, deep strokes.

"Perfect," he cooed.  "That feels really good.  You're good at butt games."

Next to me on the bed, Tony started masturbating, enjoying the site of me
fucking his little brother.  He positioned his dick at the tip of my mouth,
not putting it inside me, but holding it up next to my lips as he continued
to jack off.

"Do it faster," Chase demanded.  "Do it faster until your stuff comes out."

I grunted and moaned, holding myself up with my arms as I continued to plow
in and out of Chase's tiny asshole.  I can't describe the feeling.  It was
wonderful.  If Tony was tight, Chase was heavenly.

"Now," Chase said, sensing my climax.  "Push it way down deep and squirt
your stuff in me."

"Ahhhhhhrrrghhhhhh....!" I groaned, slamming in deep and releasing my semen
deep within his hot, tight bowels.

At the same time, Tony bucked his head back, groaned loudly, and shot his
drops of cum on my face.  I eagerly licked the ones that dripped onto my
lips.

"Oh my God," I sighed, pulling out of Chase.  "That was fantastic!"

"Thanks," Chase grinned, hopping off the bed and reaching for his pajamas.
"Gotta go.  I'm watching another movie now."

He grabbed his popcorn and was out the door before I could even catch my
breath.

"Well, well," I grinned at Tony.  "That was unexpected."

"Yep," Tony smiled.  "He's learning fast, huh?"

I punched him in the arm and laid down on the bed with him, nestling him in
my arms, enjoying his soft sigh as he stretched his arm around me and laid
his head on my shoulder.

It seems we added an additional after-school snack to the menu.

And by the looks of his eager little brother, I might never go hungry again.

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