Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:35:35 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 1

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.




THE JASON CARTER STORY

1 - IN THE BEGINNING



INTRODUCTION

My English teacher says every story should have a beginning, a middle and
end, but not necessarily in that order. Fair enough if you know what the
end of the story is, but when it's your own life, you can't even judge
where the middle of your story is. So, all I can do is start at the
beginning, but the beginning of what? I think I'll just write, try to keep
things in order, and hope that the beginning takes care of itself.

Another problem. Whose viewpoint am I going to tell the story from? That's
what we're studying in English: viewpoint and perspective. I'm going to
break the rules a lot. I'm going to use empathy. That's a word our English
teacher taught us. I'm going to tell the story from my point of view
sometimes; and from someone else's point of view sometimes; and sometimes
in the first person; and sometimes in the third person. That's breaking the
rules, I know.


By the way, my name's Jason Carter. I'm sixteen. I'm going to write about
the years when I was 13, 14, 15 and 16. There, that should be clear enough.

What do I look like?

Shit, I'm no good at descriptions.

Ah!

I look like Aaron Carter.

At least I looked like Aaron Carter when I was 13 and 14. I look like an
older version of Aaron Carter now, not much older, but older. And let's get
one thing staight - I am not a member of Aaron Carter's family, and, as far
as I know, Aaron isn't a member of mine. Different branches entirely, at
least before the Pilgrims hightailed their asses out of England aboard the
Mayflower. So, there is a strong resemblance between me and Aaron, but
that's where it ends. Except I do like his music.

No, I am not crazy about Aaron's music, but I do like it. It's chirpy and
cheerful, and be obviously enjoys doing it. Well, for that kind of money,
I'd do practically anything. But if the occasional line or two slip in from
his lyrics, it will be entirely unintentional. And I want my liking for
Aaron's stuff kept secret. Why? Well, I go to an all boys' school in north
London, England, and it's not the kind of place you can admit to liking
Aaron Carter! It's all sort of macho, rugger buggers we call them, but down
in the south fields, well, during a warm sunny lunchtime, you can some of
the bigger boys, who should know a lot better, sighing: "I would do
anything for you," as they strip the underpants from a little...

But enough of that. If I'm going to a writer of slim volumes of porno, I'd
better get on with the writing. Here goes. Wish me luck!

Let's do a Dickens. We're reading 'David Copperfield' at school. How would
Dickens go about it if he were writing the story of my life?

My sex life began at a very early age.

There, that's a start.

But what was the beginning?



IN THE BEGINNING

My parents handed me a twenty pound note as they left for the beach
cottage, and told me to stay out of trouble. This was the first time they'd
left me alone for an entire weekend and I was determined not to let them
down. I was glad my parents weren't turning out a bit of a disappointment;
in fact, it looked like they might fulfil the promise of my early years.

Rather than go out with friends on Friday night, I stayed home to watch TV,
then early to bed with the alarm clock set and up at the crack of dawn. I
began mowing the lawn and was finished well before ten o'clock. It felt
good to be responsible. It felt good to have the place to myself. I don't
think most parents realise just how much they bore their kids.

The doorbell rang as I stepped out of the bath tub. Everyone in town seemed
to know my parents and brother had gone to the beach, and I assumed the
visitor was one of my friends. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my waist and
dripped to the front door.

Water was still running off of my chest as I pulled the door open to find
myself face to face with Declan. He was supposed to be with my brother,
Lee, for the weekend, but his shit-faced grin told me something had come
up.

"Hi, Jason," he said. "I missed all the transport to the beach, so I'm
stuck here for the weekend. Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?"

I gave him my superior you-are-twelve-I-am-thirteen look, but didn't go as
far as the "Well?" that was on the tip of my tongue. Why not? Hell, Declan
Robson was one good-looking guy: short spiky blond hair, blue eyes, regular
features, athletic, slim build, and a smile that could charm the towel off
me any day.

He'd been knocking around with my idiot brother Lee for a couple of months,
and, being honest, I'd jerked off more than once to the image of Declan
Robson in his swimsuit and out of it. He stood there, saying nothing. I
realised where his glances kept straying. I have to admit I saw somethingh
in his eyes that made me realise there's something I wanted to say.

My thirteen-year-old, sex-starved cock had reacted like a cobra preparing
to strike, throbbing and quivering against the towel. First it tried to
bound straight up but the weight of the fabric was too great. It made a
noticeable tent as Declan's eyes widened. I was mortified, yet too aroused
to reach down and adjust myself. After several agonizing seconds my
straining cock rolled to one side, escaped the towel and sprang straight
up. My five, well four-and-half inches must have been more spectacular than
I thought, because Declan gasped audibly.

The towel began to slip. I reached down to hold it in place. Pointless
trying to hide my erection behind my hands at that point, yet I didn't want
to lose the last remnant of modesty and rewrapped the towel tightly about
me, which only emphasized my throbbing hard-on. Shit! I didnīt know what
to do. I couldn't believe itīs true he made me feel this way.


"Shit," I thought to myself. "He's a boy, I'm a boy, so what's the big
deal. I bet this isn't the first hard-on he's seen." O, my prophetic soul!
(Remember I am doing A-level English!)

Declan looked into my eyes, his expression one of amusement. He had me, and
he knew it. Flirtation also flickered in his eyes. I felt flattered. What
really flatters a guy is that you think him worth flattering; yep, I felt
flattered.

"Just got out of the shower, damnit, and.... Oh, never mind. What are you
doing here anyway? You're supposed to be at the beach with my Lee!" I'd
forgotten he'd already half-explained the reason for his visit.

"I decided last night not to go. I called Lee. Didn't he tell you?" Declan
glanced down. His eyes seemed to bore through the towel. They lingered for
a few moments, sizing me up before looking back up to my eyes. Did he
notice I was dripping with more than warm water?

"No, he didn't. Why would that idiot tell me you weren't going? What
difference does it make to me?" A thousand wild thoughts raced at a million
miles an hour through my mind.

"Normally he wouldn't; but I asked him to tell you I was coming over. I
left my Speedos here yesterday. I need them back. Guess he forgot."

"Guess he did. That's Lee all over."

"Well?"

"Well what?" I jumped and looked away from his crotch. I realised I'd been
sizing up him up. Talk about a moth to a flame; I was like a fuckin'
kamikaze pilot.

"Well?" The music of his unbroken voice brought me back from the Never
Never Land and all those other lost boys. Declan giggled. The fact I'd been
consuming him with my eyes seemed not to bother him in the slightest. "Can
I come in and get it?"

"Yeh, fuckin' come in and get it. Come in and I'll give you it." I nearly
said that, I nearly actually said that. But I said, "Uh, sure. Why didn't
you just ask?" I stepped aside.

Declan's body brushed against me as he stepped into the house. I closed the
door and watched him walk across the living room. I whistled under my
breath as he turned the corner into the hall and disappeared towards Lee's
room at the far end. For a moment I envied what those two got up to behind
the closed door of Lee's bedroom.

After a few moments I followed Dec, but paused half-way down the unlit
corridor. The door to my brother's room was open. Declan's reflection was
clear in the mirror. He reached into a dresser, pulled out a blue pair of
Speedos and held the tiny suit in front of his body admiring himself in the
mirror. Then something unexpected happened. He laid the suit on the dresser
and began to strip.

Began to strip!

Dec slipped off his shorts; it was agonizing not to be able to get a full
shot of his body. But I saw enough of him to realise he could hake it to
the left, shake it to the right, shake in almost any direction he wanted
to. After a few moments I realized his hands were doing more than removing
clothes. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from rushing in on
him. I let my towel fall to the floor and began to jerk myself off. When
Declan lifted one hand to his mouth, I fully understood what
"finger-licking good" means at last. I nearly shot my load against the
bedroom door. I'd heard of a cock-teaser, but this kid had my nipples
aching.

After licking the fingers of his right, Declan picked up his swimsuit and
began to put it on. When he bent over to pull them up his legs, I nearly
came again. I'd be lying if I said I could see his asshole, but the creamy
curve of his crack was quite enough - for the moment - with its darker
shadows leading into the Valley of Delight.

My hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking furiously, when Declan
glanced in the wardrobe mirror. Peripheral vision told me he was watching
at me in the mirror, but like anyone caught in the act I didn't want to
believe it. I stopped stroking and avoided direct eye contact with a faint
hope he hadn't seen anything, and a greater hope that he had.  Finally, I
could avoid it no longer and lifted my eyes; they met Declan's in the
mirror.

It was a confusing moment. He must have wondered how long I'd been watching
him. I wondered how long he'd been aware of me. My heart raced. If I didn't
make the first move, I'd lose him. His eyes widened. My hand returned to
its work. He continued to watch. I stroked myself slowly wondering what
would happen when I reached the point of no return.

Declan must have read my mind. He reached down and pushed the swimsuit to
the floor, once again revealing the perfect lines of his curving ass and
his long, summer-tanned, hairless legs. He also had a hard-on, or at least
he was well on the way to it. Was Declan Robson finding the situation as
erotic as me? We watched each other in the mirror; I stroked my cock faster
and Declan let his fingers run across his chest, his stomach, and down in
the general direction of his semi-tumescent prick. His fingers played in
the light covering of brown hair at the base of his stomach.

I stepped slowly toward my brother's room. Declan looked at me with
ambiguous eyes. Overcome by desire, I misread his expression. The closer I
got the more I wanted him, but I failed to see his reaction. By the time I
reached the doorway he was trying frantically to pull his swimsuit up. I
froze in place, scared I'd scared him off. I tried to out him at his ease
by flicking on the radio. Out it came: "Time for a party - time to take a
chance - Turn up the music - And weīll dance - dance - dance." It
sounded like "we'll fuck, fuck, fuck" to me sensitized ears. I flicked the
radio off.

"Don't. I promise not to come any closer. I won't try anything. Just let me
finish. If you don't, I think I'm going to die."

"I've heard promises before," Declan said, the swimsuit back in place, the
outline of his cock pressed hard against the flimsy fabric.

"If you didn't trust me you'd already have bolted." I began to stroke my
throbbing erection again. "Push your swimsuit down to your knees. That's
all I want." Declan shrugged and turned around. "I must be crazy," he
muttered, pushing down his trunks. "You'd better not try anything."

"I'm the crazy one."

I felt the first quakes of orgasm rake my body. My knees weakened.

"Why?"

"For making that promise before I got a good look at you." I was in such a
state of arousal that my hips thrust uncontrollably into my pounding
hand. "You're twice as good-looking as I thought. It looks like your prick
needs a pair of hot lips. Do you want your cock sucked as much as I want to
suck it?" I couldn't believe I said that out loud.

"Maybe..." Declan blushed. He touched his cock and his eyes stared into
mine. "...I want to let you, but it's best if I don't. At least not yet."

"Why not?"

"Please, Jason." His eyes fell to my cock. "You promised not to try
anything. I only want to watch you - for now."

For some reason, not at all clear to me, Declan reached out and flicked on
the radio: Everyone - needs a little time - Everyone - a reason for a smile
- Everyone - wants to love someone - Everyone - wants to have a little
fun. Don't tell me Declan was a closet Carter fan!

My hand moved faster and faster, and my balls retracted in preparation for
what was about to happen. I rose up on my toes. My hand became a blur of
motion on my cock; every muscle in my body strained.

"Don't you want to lie down or something?" Declan asked, concern in his
voice as he gestured toward the bed.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!" I chanted, suddenly becoming ultra-religious,
pinned on the verge of ecstasy for an eternity. The pleasure built and
built, and I expected the father of all orgasms. I leaned against the door
jamb for support and my free hand moved to my aching testicles and milked
them gently trying, nursing my orgasm to explosion.

The first shot flew eight feet across the room and landed on the
mirror. Declan squealed in wonder. The second shot didn't fare so well, but
still travelled more than five feet to land on my brother's bed. The next
few were more like dribbling gushers than anything else. Then I trembled
and quaked and a massive stream shot out against the wall again. Declan
gasped and my cock exploded several more times as I sank to the carpet,
exhausted.

When I came to my senses I knew it had been no dream. I was naked on the
carpet in my brother's bedroom. There was cum on the mirror, on Lee's bed,
on the carpet and all over me. I sat up in a daze. The radio was still
burbling on: "My mama told me Iīm too young to love, but I know what I
know and I canīt get enough. Iīm thinking ībout you and me holding
hands, Pushing you on a swing, We can do anything..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

I yanked the lead savagely out of the wall. Aaron returned to the ether.

Declan must have left in a hurry; the cum was still fresh and his shorts
and T-shirt were on the floor. I picked up the shorts to hold them to my
face and even the recent orgasm couldn't keep my cock from responding to
their rich aroma.

Thoughts of his young ass made hard again in seconds, but I knew I'd have
to wait. Jerking-off alone would never be the same again.

I was lying on the couch watching TV when the phone rang. I didn't want to
get up. I let it ring six times before I went to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Are you all right?" Declan's voice sounded relieved. "Until I took your
pulse, I thought you'd died."

"I'm fine; but what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone."

"I got scared. I panicked. Will you forgive me? I should have stayed until
you woke up."

"It's okay," I smiled down the phone. You're forgiven."

"Does your head hurt?"

"No... Why?"

"You bumped it pretty hard when you fell."

"Too far gone to notice. And by the way, I forgot to tell you what a sexy
mother-fucker you are."

"I'm only twelve."

"I'm only thirteen," I countered. "But I've seen enough naked guys to know
when I see a truly gorgeous one like you." If you're going to tell lies,
make sure they're whoppers.

"You must be some stud!" Declan teased. "Where do you see all these naked
guys?"

My face reddened. "In magazines."

"Are you comparing me to pictures in your nasty magazines?"

"Do you mind?"

"Flattered." Declan giggled.

"Yeh... and no."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means, 'Yeh' I'm teasing you, and 'No', because I really am too tired
to start anything tonight."

"Tired?" I argued. "I'm talking about having some fun, not work. All you'd
have to do is enjoy."

"What do you think I did after I watched you come all over your brother's
bedroom? Do you think I ran home to clean the house?" Declan laughed. "I'm
not the innocent little boy you seem to think. Maybe I've had more
experience than just magazines."

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "But I want you to know I feel cheated."

"Why?"

"You got to watch me. I didn't get to watch you."

"Ever seen another boy do it?" asked Declan.

"Masturbate? Wank? Jerk off?"

"Yeah." Declan giggled again. "Have you ever watched another boy shoot his
load?

"No." My cock was beginning to stiffen again. I reached down to adjust it,
my mind was filled with images of Declan finger-fucking himself. I'd
already glimpsed a sample and had enjoyed it immensely. "Would you do it
for me?"

"I don't know." his voice was soft. "Have to think about it."

"Why?" I pressed. "I did it for you."

"That was different," he objected, "I've seen you. You get as horny as
hell. Do you think you could stand to just watch."

"I can jerk off while you're doing it." I suggested. "We could watch each
other."

"You don't give up, do you?" Declan sighed.

"I've never wanted anything more."

There was a song playing in my head: "Now my knees went weak When you said
hi And then you held my hand And looked me in the eyes I almost died Deep
inside."  Do insane people know when they're going bonkers? I took a breath
and changed the subject.

"What did you think when you saw me doing it?"

"I was scared at first, when you started walking toward me. You looked
horny enough to rape me or something. But then I realized how much you
liked me. I'm glad I stayed. You put on quite a show. I know someone who'd
buy tickets to watch you come like that."

"Tell him he can watch for free. Does he do stuff?"

"Jesus! You older guys are all alike." Declan began to giggle and
laugh. "You'll fuck anything with two legs. But what if I told you that you
lived with this boy? Would you still be interested in knowing if he puts
out?"

"What?" I stammered.

"Does the thought shock you?"

I was at a loss for words.

"The only other boy who lives here is Lee, my brother."

"He's still a boy," Declan giggled, "And the last time I saw him naked he
looked like a pretty sexy boy, too. Would you let him watch if he wanted?"

"This is crazy!" I said. "Lee's straight, absolutely straight."

"What the fuck's that got to do with the price of eggs?" asked Declan. "You
really are showing your age now. Nobody gives a fuck about labels anymore,
except designer labels. Wake up and sniff the smeg. If you want to get it
with somebody, you get it on with them. Make sure the sex is safe, and get
on with it. Straight, bent, queer, gay, hetero, homo: all that crap is
strictly for the dodos."

"You can't be serious. What makes you think my brother would want to watch
me jerk-off?" My heart began to race. Ever since I caught sight of my
brother getting out of the shower with an erection a few months ago, I'd
been trying to see more. Lee was definitely very, very sexy. I'd sometimes
wondered where Lee had got his looks. He was so much darker than everyone
else in the family. He was one of those lucky guys who look permanently
tanned. He looked as if he'd escaped from a travel brochure: sun-kissed,
long sun-bleached hair, grey-blue eyes, slightly snubbed nose, a smattering
of freckles, wide shoulders, wasp waist, jutty little ass, and leggy legs.

Declan changed the subject. "He knows you spy on him."

"He knows what?" I whispered.

"He told me," Declan giggled wickedly. "We tell each other everything -
when our mouths aren't full," he giggled. I have to admit I missed the
point of Declan's last remark.

"Prove it."

My face was turning as red as the head of my cock.

"Two weeks ago, Monday night. Lee was changing into his boxers.He heard a
noise outside the window. He knew it was you, so he stripped down to his
underpants and put on an ass show. He has a great ass; bet you wanted to
see what was in his pants, didn't you?"

"Could've been anyone."

My pulse quickened. My heart skipped a bit. My cock added another inch.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but his window was a bit open. You made quite a
noise climbing in and out of your bedroom window. He heard you come and he
heard you go." Declan chuckled. "He even heard your zipper go down. And
don't say it could have been a cricket; it would have to be a fucking
cricket the size of Godzilla to make that kind of racket. Can you imagine
that? Jerking off outside your own brother's window! You should find
somebody else's brother - for example, mine."

"Jesus Christ." I was embarrassed. "I can't believe this! What else do you
know?" I was confused. "Okay, okay... That's enough." Lee not only knew
about my unbrotherly desires, but was actively inciting them. Worse, he was
telling Declan all about it.

"Do you remember the cycle shorts he was wearing?"

"Candy on the beach, there's nothing better, But I like candy when it's
wrapped in a..."  Pair of cycle shorts! I was going nuts!

I swallowed hard. I thought about hanging up the phone and concentrating on
my dick.

"He borrowed them from me," Declan giggled. "Kind of short, aren't they? I
got so many whistles and stares I won't wear them in public anymore. Did he
have a underpants on when he wore them?"

"No."

I reached down to free my erection. My body was activating freedom, my mind
accelerating passion. Maybe the reality of our youth is overlooked by those
who restrict our freedom."

"Isn't that wild?" Declan laughed. "Your brother showed you everything he's
got. Well, maybe not everything. Right there in broad daylight while you
were watching TV. Did it make you hard or what?"

"Maybe, but why would I tell you?" I was getting more excited by the
second.

"Lee and I share all our secrets, specially the sexy ones. He told me you
got so hard you were practically sticking out of your shorts. Why didn't
you just whip it out right then? Lee would have loved it!"

"This is getting crazy, Declan." I leaned against the wall and my hand went
to my throbbing erection. I began to stroke myself. "Why... why are you
telling me this?"

"Well, for one thing, I left that door open on purpose, because I get
jealous every time Lee talks about you. I wanted to see what it was like to
be him. But when you saw me and started walking toward me, I suddenly
realized you wanted to do more than look. I realized I wanted it, too."

"If that was true, you'd have let me," I objected.

"Try to understand." His voice became a whisper. "I wasn't afraid of
you. I'm afraid of hurting Lee. He's my best friend and I've known him a
lot longer than I've known you."

"This is too much!" My heart pounded. The vista Declan offered was beyond
my wildest dreams. I was consumed by incestuous thoughts. "Are you saying
what I think you're saying?"

"Let me tell you a secret: the walls in your house are pretty thin. Lee can
hear your balls slapping around every time you jerk-off. I've heard it
myself a couple times when I spent the night with him. He knows when you
jerk off, and he knows you do it every time you spy on him. We've also read
all of your mags. You should find a better hiding place for them. Behind
the boiler - too easy!"

"This is embarrassing!" I was beet red now.

"I think it's great. Why don't you go look under his bed? He does more than
just lie there while he listens to you." Declan's voice trailed off and the
click was followed by a dead line.

I returned the handset to its cradle when the receiver finally emitted a
warbling off-hook signal. I was dumbfounded. I sat there for ten minutes
before I went to Lee's bedroom.

Declan's shorts still lay on the dresser where I'd left them earlier I
picked them up and pressed them to my face. The fragrance of his flies and
ass hole were strong. My cock ached and throbbed for release but I put the
shorts down and walked to my brother's bed. Half of me wanted to stop, but
the other half had to know. I dropped to my knees and looked.

I found two magazines. One was 'Street Angels' I recognized as having
mysteriously disappeared a few weeks ago. It's amazing how things can just
walk off from under a bed, and because of self-incrimination, no questions
are ever asked. The other magazine was the size of a paper-back. When I saw
its cover I gasped.

ALL IN THE FAMILY - A SHERE HITE SURVEY!

My heart raced. I opened the cover. The book was full of letters about
incest. There were stories of brothers and brothers, fathers and daughters,
mothers and sons, aunts and uncles, cousins and just about every possible
combination a family can have. There was even one starring the family
fucking dog for Christ's sake!

I began to read. The stories were more than hot; they were believable and
obviously written by different people. Needless to say I went straight to
the section on brothers and brothers. Within minutes I was so aroused I had
to free my cock. I stroked myself as I imagined Lee would do while I read
of a boy who fucked his brother in the basement of their house. Within
minutes my cock was throbbing and jerking between my fingers.

After cleaning up the last mess, I didn't want a repeat performance. I
looked under my brother's bed for something to come on and saw a pair of
jockeys that would be perfect. When I reached to retrieve them I got more
than I bargained for: a dildo fell out! Eight inches of hot cock in pink
rubber! And I'd always thought it was something meant for just grown-ups.

I gasped at the thought. Was this what Declan had meant? Did my kid brother
screw himself with a dildo while he listened to me jerk off? Only the other
night, I'd told Lee to go fuck himself. Was he taking me literally? What
kind of fucking family was I in?

Lee's jockeys were wrapped around my cock just before it exploded and I
filled the intimate garment with spurt after spurt of semen. I lifted the
dildo to my face; the smell of my kid brother's ass hole was faint on the
rubber, it was nonetheless detectable. I lifted the dildo to my lips and
tasted it. The flavour of my brother's forbidden ass hole was weak, but it
filled me with an enthusiasm I'd not previously known. I must have
presented quite a sight as I worshipped that dildo, but I didn't care. I
kissed and licked every inch of the rubber cock until I was satisfied every
remnant of my brother had been consumed.

Then I - and even somethings are hard for me to admit - I worked the dildo
up my ass and jerked myself off to images of Lee and Declan with a couple
of guest appearances by Yours Truly.

After my orgasm subsided I crawled into Lee's bed with his little jockeys
still wrapped around my cock. Shit! What would my friends think of me?
Aw. fuck it: I'm all grown up now, run and tell your friends.

I lay there wondering where all this stuff had come from. Okay, I'm gay,
I'd accepted that a few months ago though I was too scared to do much about
it. But Lee gay, too? It was hard to believe. And these incestuous desires;
where did they come from? My family was normal: a mother and father who
loved each other, who loved us. Our affection for each other was always
open. Okay, I'm a bit repressed but that's to be expected when you keep a
secret most of your life. But we had a good home and a summer house at the
beach. Mom enjoyed being a housewife; she'd go back to teaching when Lee
and I went to college. Dad had his own business and, as far as I knew, it
was doing well. We were find candidates for Pleasantville, so what had gone
wrong? Maybe nothing had gone wrong; maybe that's the way it was meant to
be.

My fitful slumber was filled with wild dreams, and if I hadn't already
drained myself, I probably would have one of those fabled nocturnal
emissions: Itīs a natural feeling, and itīs high - high - high!

The phone remained obstinately silent all morning though I sulked around
the house waiting for its signal. The doorbell rang at noon and I opened
the door for Declan. To my delight he was wearing his swim suit, a ragged
T-shirt and a pair of battered trainers. The air was hot already; we were
in for another fierce one.

"Hi," he chirped.

He strolled to the sofa and parked his little candyass. I was already
humming inside: "Some day soon I'll make you mine Then I'll have candy all
the time..."

"Hi, Dec, how's it hanging?" I replied as nonchalantly as I could.  I took
a seat on the couch facing him.

"Did you look under Lee's bed?"

"Yeh."

I blushed as I remembered how I'd abused Lee's dildo. I made a mental note
to do it again.

"What did you find?" he asked wickedly.

"Two magazines: a 'Street Angels' he stole from me, and a book full of
stories about incest. I also found the dildo."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeh." I stared into his eyes. "I jerked off and came in a pair of his
jockeys." Since Declan obviously knew so much about me, it was silly to go
on playing games.

"Leave them under the pillow for him," Declan laughed and opened his legs a
few inches. "I know he'll love to find them."

"How long has he been using a dildo?" I'd to look down because his T-shirt
had ridden up showing the outline of his prick inside the Speedos. I licked
my lips and wanted to see more.

"Does it surprise you to know he uses a dildo?"

"Yeh." I reached for my cock to adjust it. "He's only twelve."

"I'm twelve, too!" Declan spread his legs further apart. "Do you think I
use a dildo?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"You bet I do," Declan shrugged.  "The dildo belongs to me. Well, I stole
it from my mum's room. I let Lee borrow it. What do you think now?"

"I think I'm going to cum in my shorts," I said and reached for my
zipper. It rasped open and I reached in to pull out my straining
erection. It was wild; stroking myself in front of his while he watched as
though it were a normal thing to do. "You can watch if you like. In fact,
I'd like you to watch me. And you know how much I'd like to watch you."

"That sounds a fair offer," Declan blushed. "Would you make the same offer
to Lee?"

"He's not sitting in front of me with his cock stiffening between his
legs. But if Lee were here, knowing what I know now, yeh, I'd make the same
offer." My heart raced at the confession.

Declan pointed at my hard-on. "I'm not the only one showing off."

"Would you like me to put it away?"

"No." Declan looked into my eyes and changed the subject, never taking his
eyes from my cock as I jerked it rhythmically. "I dreamed about you last
night. Did you dream about me? I know I'm only in Year 7, but maybe you
like me a little bit."

"I will be yours if youīll be mine
 I will be there till the end of time
 I will be with you until the day that I die
 Iīll be yours, Iīll be yours."

I didn't actually put into those words. What I did grunt was: "Uh."

Maybe you just dreamed about Lee?

"That's a loaded question."

"It's okay." Declan giggled. "I can imagine what was in your mind last
night, but I hope you thought about me little bit."

"I thought about you a lot." I fondled my swollen balls and gripped my
shaft more tightly. "Take off your T-shirt."

Declan rose to his feet and pulled the T-shirt over his head in one quick,
graceful motion. The garment trailed from his hand for a moment before
fluttering to the floor. His body was tanned from the summer heat wave. He
was uniformly golden, his darker nipples serving to highlight the bronzed
curve of his chest. Declan's nipples were like hot little studs, reddish
brown, in the centre of a lighter chocolate brown.

I licked my lips and stroked my cock faster as I imagined what it would be
like to kiss and suck his nipples. "Turn around and show me your ass."

"You're a real perv!" Declan teased as he turned his back to me and bent
forward slightly. Without being asked, he slowly pushed his swimsuit down
to his ankles and held the pose.He fondled his cheeks for a few long
moments, then spread them playfully open. I whistled appreciation at the
sight of his tightly puckered anus; he responded by pulling them wider to
give me a full view of the crease that darkened towards the centre, and
then became that little brown hole that held the key to a universe I was
desperate to enter. He searched my wild eyes from between his legs while
his hands moved up the back of his thighs. He smiled and winked when the
fingers grazed his vulnerable ass hole lips, then straightened and spun
around to face me.

I was breathless.

He obviously knew the mind of a thirteen-year-old boy.

"And you have a nice erection."

His eyes followed the movements of my hand.

I was curious.

"How many have you seen?"

"Three," he smiled. "Well, more than three, but three that were ready for
action. Lee's, yours and and my brother's."

"Paul?" I stammered. "You've seen him hard?"

"Yeh. I've spied on him a couple times. He'd probably flip if he knew I
watched him jerk off." Declan had a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You watched him jerk off?" I asked, incredulous. "Has he seen you do... I
mean... has he seen you with that dildo?"

"Hell no!" he laughed. "Paul wouldn't look at me twice. You're a
good-looking guy, Jason, but everybody knows Paul is the coolest-looking
stud in the whole school. And that's without seeing that horse cock of his!
I'd give anything to get it on with him, but it just ain't gonna happen. He
hardly knows I exist."

"Why do you spy on him?"

You're worse than your brother!" Declan sat down on the sofa and spread his
legs wide. "I do it because it's naughty, and I love to do naughty things."
He pulled his knees up onto the sofa so that he was sitting opposite me,
then lay back on a cushion and flexed his legs open and closed.

"Why am I worse than my brother?"

"Both of you are jealous," he said, then added, "What do you want me to
do?"

"I want you to shake it, bake it, twist it all around, let Aaron take you
thru it if you wanna get down... but first let me see you doing something
you really like."

Declan slid a hand to his ass hole. One finger dipped briefly at the bottom
before running up the crease and pausing at his balls. "If Lee knew what we
were doing right now, I don't know who he'd be more jealous of me or you."

"If he's jealous of you, I'd be glad to please him just as I'm glad to
please you." His teasing was taking it's toll and my hips began thrusting
my cock into my hand. "But if he's jealous of me, then you have a problem."

"What makes you think that would be a problem?" Declan's face blushed and
he rammed two fingers deep into his asshole.

"Jesus!" My eyes bulged and I held my breath. This kind of visual
stimulation was new to me, and I couldn't take my eyes from him. Neither
could I ignore the implications of his last remark.

Declan's feet lifted to the sofa and snuggled on either side of his
ass. When his thighs opened again he was spread completely. Hands left his
ankles; one to rub his asshole while two fingers of the other played with
his balls. He removed them and the aroma of his sex permeated the air as
the glistening digits approached his lips. He licked them with apparent
gusto and his eyes rolled as he tasted himself. Then he looked wildly at
me. The fingers returned to his waiting ass hole and plunged in. Declan
gasped and began slowly to finger-fuck himself.

Something snapped, perhaps it was the look in his eyes, and I knew this was
no longer simply a kids' game for him. His desperate finger-fucking was
truly amazing. I dropped to the carpet and knelt with my face less than a
six inches from his gyrating butthole. He moaned and fingered himself ever
harder under my scrutiny, the tight ass hole yielding at each thrust. "Baby
it's you that I want, So come a little closer And don't get me wrong. I'm
kinda shy But I know what I want. I'm waiting for you So baby let's get it
on..." For a moment if Aaron had ever been in the position I was in just
then.

My face tilted up and my back arched. I jerked my cock with blinding speed
and moaned loudly in warning as I came. My eyes were closed, but I knew my
sperm was landing on his body. That thought extended the orgasm for what
seemed forever. The intensity faded at last and I opened my eyes to see
Declan smearing my cum over chest and belly as though it were a precious
balm.

I tensed and began to cum again, this time landing on his asshole. Declan
stretched it open and smiled. I moaned and leaned forward. The boy's eyes
glazed as my cock drew closer. I knew he wanted me, but the intensity of a
double orgasm had been too much. My cock was too soft to serve when I
nestled it at his slippery crack. Slender hands tried to stuff me in, but
it was no use.

I looked into his eyes with the expression of the boy who lost
Christmas. He began to laugh and I'd to laugh too. But it wasn't really
funny; I wanted to fuck him more than I wanted my next breath. Declan must
have sensed my embarrassment; he pressed his lips to mine and kissed
me. His tongue darted into my mouth and we tongue-fucked for several
minutes. This was the first serious kiss in my life, and it had to be with
a twelve-year-old boy!

Declan rolled out from under me and rose to his feet. He reached for his
things and in silence I watched him put them on. It turned me on to know
underneath he was naked and smeared with my cum.

I suddenly wanted him to stay.

"Don't go." I checked myself just in time not to add, "Tell me that
youīll stay. I donīt ever want to see you go away." As much as they
adored Declan, that would take some explaining to mum and dad.


Declan skipped down the porch and into the yard. I followed to the bottom
of the steps before I realized I was still naked. I stopped and covered
myself with both hands. Declan laughed and teased me, lifting the front of
his T-shirt. If not for the children playing in the neighbour's yard I'd
have tackled him, right then and right there. Instead I ran back into the
house. He must have known I'd be watching out the window because he stopped
and grabbed his crotch just before he turned the corner and disappeared.

A couple of hours later, the doorbell rang. Declan! In a state of
excitement, I practically ran to the door. I composed myself, gathered my
breath and opened it: Lee!

"What are you doing home?"

Lee yawned and walked past me into the hall. "The beach was pretty boring,"
he said. "Too many fucking adults, or too many adults not fucking," he
laughed. "I grabbed the local bus. It took a couple of hours to get here,
and I'm shattered. Think I'll go to bed for a couple of hours. See ya." He
walked past me and head for his room.

That was about the longest conversation I'd had with my little brother in
the last couple of years, and it was probably the most friendly. As he
strolled down the hall, his tight little bum switching from side to side in
his summer shorts, I looked at him with new eyes. So, my little brother
fucked himself in the ass with a dildo. Far out, man!

I decided to follow Lee's example and have a couple of hours in bed. Then
maybe we could get a barbecue together, phone Paul and Declan, and make a
swimming afternoon of it. Thank God, no thank Dad, we'd had a new pool
built last summer, and we were getting the chance to us it. Thank God, for
Global Warming!

I was so horny I kicked the sheets aside and began to jerk off. Recalling
Declan's remarks on the subject of thin walls encouraged me to stroke my
cock much harder. My swollen balls bounced and slapped against my groin,
filling the room with the loud sounds of self-fulfilling lust. I came,
wondering if Lee were playing with himself while he listened.

It was late when I awoke, already noon and I trotted toward the shower.

Lee was coming out of the bathroom at the same moment I tried to
enter. Both of us were half-asleep. The force of our collision nearly sent
him sprawling. He caught the edge of the sink, but that took his hands from
his bath towel which promptly fell to the floor, exposing his damp,
muscular little body. I hadn't seen Lee totally naked for a couple of
years. It was worth waiting for.

The boy had hair! All around the base of his cock and the lower part of his
tummy. My kid brother was growing up fast. He'd probably been pulling on
his cock in the shower, otherwise, he was better-hung then me, and I'm no
three-inch dwarf, but I reckoned he'd one of those pricks that looks much
the same length-wise, flaccid or hard. Nice shape, too.

"Fuck it, Jason!"

Lee bent over to pick up his towel.

"Watch where you're going."

He stalked off before I could speak. I don't know why I didn't go after him
then, our parents were at the beach, but I left the bathroom door open
while I showered. My soapy hands made unmistakable sounds as they moved up
and down my erection. This was more than just washing myself, and I was
about to cum when I heard a noise in the hallway. It had to be Lee
listening in on me. I determined to reserve the orgasm for later, when it
might be more useful. I strolled to my bedroom whistling a happy tune.

When I reached behind the boiler to retrieve a magazine, I found a pair of
jockeys! My heart raced when I realized they were the ones I'd placed under
Lee's pillow. The little devil was sending me a message that couldn't have
been clearer.

I ripped off my shorts and ran for his bedroom. One way or another I was
determined to have it out with Lee, and the quicker the better. The sounds
of sex grew louder as I approached his bedroom door. Soft moans wet, syrupy
noises. Lee was only twelve, and Lee was my brother, but he was using the
dildo I'd sucked. I wanted not only to fuck him myself, but also to witness
the extraordinary event.My hand moved to his knob (door) and turned it. I
held my breath as the door inched open.

Lee lay on his back in bed, body jiggling in time to the hands so busy
below his waist. I was about to stick my head in the doorway to see the
show of my life when I heard the front door open and close. If sound could
kill I'd have died, then and there. The only people who would enter without
knocking were my mother and my father. Fear tightened the back of my neck
and I scurried for the safety of my room. But when I turned the corner of
the hall, I ran smack into someone. We tumbled to the floor and I landed on
top.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Declan yelped.

"Sorry."

Although my apology was sincere, I made no effort to rise. My erection was
pinned comfortably between our bodies, and that seemed a good place to
leave it.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Declan's eyes widened as he realized his predicament. He was naked under
his shorts and my cock throbbed against his ass hole.

"Kind of..." I tried to smile.

One quick rip and my cock would nestle within his vulnerable ass crack. The
thought drove me wild with passion. I lowered my mouth as he twisted his
head to look up at me. He returned my kiss. We moved our tongues together
while I rubbed my erection against the cleft of his ass hole in the wettest
dry-fuck on earth.

Declan ended the kiss with a gasp.

"Just what did I interrupt?"

"I heard fucking sounds." I said, "I think Lee's using the dildo right
now." I rose up and Declan's eyes followed my erection. He was probably
wondering why I didn't just orgasm over his ass while I'd the
chance. "Lee's door was open and I was about to stick my head in for a look
when you came in. Jesus, I thought you were my mother or my father."

Declan laughed and manoeuvred himself into a sitting position on the rug in
the hall. I knelt in front of him.

I could believe neither ears nor eyes. The boy was sitting there studying
my erection like it was the best thing on earth, yet offered to leave and
let me continue to spy on my brother. The lewdness of his offer aroused me
beyond self-control. My hand found his and led him to my bedroom. I closed
the door and settled on the bed to sit and study him more thoroughly.
Declan gave me a wild look.

"Talk to me."

He saw the hunger in my eyes and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

I explained what had happened this morning and went on, "The only thing I
wanted to do at that moment was relieve myself. I went to my room to
jerk-off, but when I reached behind the boiler for a magazine I found his
jockeys. You know, the ones I soiled and put under his pillow. That was the
last straw. I stripped off my clothes and went after his. When I got to his
door I heard the sounds. I thought either he had you in there, or he was
using the dildo on his butt."

Declan kicked off his trainers, pushed down his suit and stood naked in
front of me. "How's that?" Declan's hands came down to my head and he
nestled against me. His nipples were pebbles against my face and the heat
of his erection burned my belly. Anxious hands cradled his ass while I
kissed and licked each square inch of his chest and stomach. When I started
to suck at the nipples, he moaned and began to feed them to me. My hands
slid up his spine and I rolled back, pulling him with me. Our mouths met
and we kissed. I slipped my cock between his legs and up into his crack
until the tip touched his ass hole against my erection. I'd heard about how
wonderful love can be, but in my mind I never could have dreamed such a
fantasy - maybe it was destiny."

Sensing my impatience, Declan began to kiss down my chest. He stopped to
suck on my nipples and I was surprised at how good it felt. He dropped to
his knees before me. His tongue probed my belly button before descending to
my erection. He kissed and nibbled, up and down its length, while his sure
hands stroked it. Then he took the knob into his mouth. I cupped his head
when his tongue swirled around the cap and he made a gurgling sound as his
mouth came down, taking me deep into his throat. I was surprised and moaned
with pleasure. I'd never have believed it was possible, but he was
consuming my whole cock.

Jesus, Declan!" I tried to retain control of my faculties. "Where in the
hell did you learn that?"

Declan's mouth slowly rose up off my cock. he licked his lips and
smiled. "I've been practising on Lee, and on the dildo. Am I doing it
right?"

Hell, yeh!" I laughed and pulled his face back to my aching erection.

Declan took me back into his mouth sucked with increasing ardour. His head
moved up and down, faster and faster, and I knew I'd come soon. I warned
him, but he sucked even harder until finally I could delay no more. Declan
continued to suck as I exploded in his mouth, and swallowed most of it
before he lifted his mouth away. I rose up on my elbows to watch him lick
my spent cock clean. It turned me on so much I was hard again before he'd
finished.

"It's my turn!" I said as I pushed him onto his back on the floor.

He spread his legs wide open.

I looked at his sweet ass hole for a glorious moment. I poked a finger into
the tight hole, then removed the glistening digit and lifted it to my
lips. Declan intercepted my hand and pulled the finger to his own mouth. I
discerned the naughtiest look in his eyes as his tongue darted out to taste
his own anal juices. He sucked my finger clean and plugged it back into his
hot little hole. I thrust the finger in and out. He yelped as his tight
butt hole pulsed around my finger.

I heaved his legs up onto my shoulders and jammed my face into his crack. I
tongued his ass hole, proved with my tongue, and increased the pressure
until I found his anal ring popping open and closed as it gradually
stretched to accommodate the invader. It wasn't as difficult as I thought
it would be. Then I remembered why not. Declan had been working on his
asshole with the dildo, and, for all I knew, with my little brother's
cock. I might not be the first to go where no man had boldly gone before.

"Fuck me, Jason," Declan pleaded.

"Yeh, Jason. Yeh. fuck him, Jason." Lee's voice chirped from behind
me. "All we do is hold hands in the park. We can't even stay late after
dark. Maybe it really was love from the start. But you get to fuck him!"

I spun around, still holding Declan's legs back. The most embarrassing
thing that could ever happen, had happened. My brother stood in my doorway
getting an eyeful. He was naked and leaned casually on the door frame as
though he'd been watching for hours.

"Well?" said Lee with a toss of his hair. "Don't let me interrupt. You two
seemed to be having such a good time. Just carry on as you were. Hope you
don't mind if I watch, though."

I was scarlet with embarrassment. Blood thundered in my temples, but I
couldn't let go of Declan. It was as if my cock were glued in the entrance
of his ass hole.

Lee came into the room, pulled the chair up to the edge of my bed and sat
down. Hard nipples stuck out and he opened his legs wide. The dildo was
jammed in his ass! "Come on, you two," he said, his voice teasing and very
erotic. "Show me a good fuck. I'm not too young and I'm not too old. I've
never seen my brother with a slut."

"I'm not a slut!" Declan protested, he lacked credibility with my cock up
his butt hole.

"Never thought I'd catch you fucking my best friend, Jason. Still, If you
show me a really good fuck, maybe I'll show you something even sexier!" Lee
reached between his legs and started working the dildo in and out of his
butt; the big, pink, rubber cock slid in and out of his hole so easily I
guessed Lee was greased up and raring to go.

I returned my face to Declan, conscious my brother was intently watching
our every move. I kissed daintily at his lips, still not certain I should
be doing this, but our tongues met again and there was no stopping. Slowly,
almost deliberately, I lowered my aching cock into his hot, wet ass hole
until descending pubic arch met rising buttocks. Declan squeezed
triumphantly and we began to fuck.

I was vaguely aware Lee was no longer seated on the bed. He was kneeling
beside us. I glanced over at him. he was flushed with excitement, lust
burning in his watchful eyes. Wet sounds gurgled from Declan's ass hole but
I didn't care, just kept moving my cock in and out. Lee reached in to
capture my balls in his hand.

Shit, Jason, " he said, "this is a beauty. You could have any boy you
want. All you have to do is show them this whopper!"

I could not speak. Lee smiled and began to squeeze a rippling rhythm on my
testicles. His hand might not feel as good as Declan's ass hole on my cock,
but it was a welcome addition. My thrusts grew longer and deeper.

"Oh shit, Jason, I'm gonna cum!" Declan groaned and I raised up on my
arms. and Declan grabbed my ass while I pumped my cock possessively into
the orgasmic clasp of his ass hole. Lee's best friend jerked up and down,
twisting furiously. My cock sloshed in and out until the first squirt
splashed into the depths of his anus. I moaned and slammed home. My brother
giggled and continued to milk my balls until they were empty.

"Now for the best part," Lee said in a teasing voice. He pulled me from
Declan and rolled me onto my back, then straddled my lap and tugged Declan
up. Before I realized what was happening, it was too late. Like a stooping
hawk, Declan's dripping ass hole descended on my mouth. I knew what cum
looked like and felt like, but was I ready to have it flow into my mouth,
even from such a lovely vessel?

"Now ain't that cute? Chew ass, Jason!"

It took me a few moments to realise what was happening. Declan was
squatting over me, his asshole jammed against my mouth. Lee straddled me in
such a way he could suck Declan's stiff cock. I could feel Declan's ring,
sopping with my juices, ride against my lips and mouth as Lee sucked him
off. A sudden shuddering of Dec's asshole told me he was cuming, shooting
his pent-up load into my little brother's mouth while Lee was still
furiously working the dildo in and out of his own sweet asshole.

My tongue was still slimy from the excess when Lee pushed Declan off my
face and pulled my mouth to his for a kiss that opened my eyes. His tongue
worked into my mouth, and he was actually sucking Declan's cum and my cum
at the same time. Then Lee twisted his body around so that his cock was at
my mouth.

I didn't have time to study Lee's dick as he jammed it into my mouth; it
tastes incredibly sweet with an undertaste of sweat and smeg. He couldn't
hold out for long. Within seconds I felt him spurt and squirts jets of hot
cum into the back of my throat. It was a struggle to keep up with him, and
I felt some of his semen escape from the corners of my mouth.

I thought it was over. It had to be over, but Lee wasn't quite finished
yet. I felt him crawl along my body until his mouth was at my crotch, his
breath hot of my rehardened prick. "This is the best way to get boy-cum," I
heard him groan. He didn't hesitate a second as he took me all the way into
his throat.

My brother gulped and gobbled, effortlessly fucking my engorged cock with
mouth and throat. He looked up at me, pride in his beaming eyes. Lee's
tongue raped me as Declan's hand on my balls beat rhythmic squeezes in time
to the sucking, slurping sounds that filled the little bedroom.

I howled as my balls erupted, and a river squirted up the long shaft of my
dick. The tip was at the bottom of Lee's throat, and he gulped the load as
it poured into him. Panting hoarsely, Lee had finally to come up for
air. He fell back onto the carpet and wrapped his legs around me, his arms
around Declan. "You know what I've got," he said. "I've got the best
brother and the best friend a boy could have."

We lay there for quite a while getting our breath back, coming to our
senses. I told the boys about my idea for the barbecue and a swim-in.
"Great," said Lee, "but we'll have to wait till four o'clock."

"Why?" asked Declan.

"Because that's when Paul will get back from the beach."

"Paul?"

"Your brother Paul. Remember?"

But why's he coming back from the beach? I thought he was staying there the
whole weekend," queried Declan.

Because," explained Lee very carefully, as if addressing a five-year-old,
"Paul wants to fuck me again."

"What!" That was a simultaneous 'What!' from both Declan and myself.

"Because," repeated Lee, "Paul fucked me last night at the beach. He wants
to fuck me again. I want him to fuck me. He'd also like to fuck both of
you, but that's your business," he added fairly.

"I told him we'd be here this afternoon. Anybody not up for it can be
elsewhere." Lee sighed and lay back.

"Wow!" whispered Declan. "I've always wanted it. Paul to fuck me, I
mean. What about you, Jason?"

"Double that Wow," I said. "I've always wanted to fuck Paul. What a fucking
great holiday!"

"Could we get some shut-eye?" asked Lee. "There'll be plenty time for
suckin' 'n' fuckin' this afternoon. By the way, Jason, have you seen what
Declan can do with a barbecued sausage. Far out, man. Fucking far out."

Lee was right. Summer was here. Now was the time to get wild!