Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 23:37:07 -0800
From: hashpoopy@hushmail.me
Subject: Kev's Awkward Antics chapter one

I decided to try to write this story, I hope you like it, I have been
reading for years. My childhood was different than most boys filled with
insecurity, fear (like every boy) and sex (with boys and grown men). None
of the charters represent anyone real but depict the way I felt, fear, and
hated. I hope it is a good read.

Kev's Awkward Antics: Chapter one, what's wrong with me!

I stood by the window of my English class looking out into the inter court
of my new school. The kids were scouring about in frenzy to get to class;
you could tell the seventh graders like me from the eighth graders who had
their bearings from last year. I could hear the seats behind me filling
with kids and the useless chatter that escaped their gaping mouths but I
could not pull away from the view. I felt like crying for some reason,
alone and scared. I was never a popular kid in grade school and it is worse
here. After a week I had no friends and no confidence. Mr. Dunlap was
pairing up the other students as I watched a lost little boy racing across
the court yard. Was he old enough to be in middle school? I could tell he
was lost and in a panic, a feeling I knew all too well. I felt sorry for
the small boy and wanted to hold him for some reason. His blond/orange mop
danced framing his pale freckled face as he rushed by the window. We held a
brief weak smile for each other as he rushed by. I felt uneasy by the
silent encounter but was glad it happened.

"Mr. Conner!" Mr. Dunlap barked at me.

Mr. Dunlap was a huge muscular man; his dark, damp tattooed skin showed
signs toughness and little mercy for a scared thirteen-year-old. I could
feel my lower lip start to quiver like a five-year-old about to cry. The
class was giggling at my inability to move from my spot.

"CLASS, settle down; Mr. Sanchez you too, now work!" Mr. Dunlap snarled.

I trembled as the giant man came up behind me, tears rolling out of my
clinched eyes, my body heaved slightly as I did my best to hold back my
tears.  I could smell his strong odor of sweet colon and sweat. His huge
heavy hand landed on my small shoulder and he pulled at me gently.

"Come on Son, let me find you a partner from the absentee list, I'm short a
few today." Mr. Dunlap whispered compassionately. "Sit up here in the
front; they won't see your tears, Kevin."

I was forced into a table in the very front row, the spot I feared the
most.  I watched the big black man looking over the roll sheet for a
suitable sacrifice to be my partner. His arms flexed and twisted as his
sausage sized finger slid across the page. The black hair on his arms was
short, different from my Dad's hairy arms. His eyes darted flashing at me
every so often. I watched a small drop of sweat roll out of his temple
following the contours of his chiseled face before he swiped it away with
the back of his hand. I looked up the sweat stained short sleeve of his
blue striped dress shirt as he lifted his arm. A dark underarm with damp
black curly hair got my heart pounding! There was that weird feeling in my
gut again; I quickly looked back out the window.

The classroom door burst open starling all of us.

"Sorry Mr. D, I had to stop and drop a load!" Jon laughed, "If you know
what I mean."

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Silva, you are now Mr. Conner's study partner."

The sound of the class broken out in laughter faded as the realization that
the schools biggest piece of shit, me, would be study partners with one of
the coolest, most popular boys in the school, Jon freaking Silva.

"Aw come on Mr. D, I don't even know Kevin!" Jon whined, "No offence
Kevin."

"None taken" I mumbled.

"Mr. Silva I suggest you sit down next to Mr. Conner and get to work!"
Mr. Dunlop growled.

I felt totally stupid and lame, not only was Jon Silva working with me
against his will I was sure that he hated me. What's to like? I'm small for
my age and at barely thirteen, I looked and smelled funny. I have a mass of
unmanageable brown waves that top my greasy, stinky head; I had little
muscle definition or tone. I smell kind of stinky lately and have started
getting pimples. I had green eyes that I always wished they were blue like
my little brother, I loved blue eyes. My face was round and I looked
stupid.  I don't have any real friends but would glom onto my little
brother's friends.  Kids my own age seem to be, I don't know different than
me. I felt better being around younger boys. Now I am forced on Jon, he
must be pissed off! He fussed with his back pack without so much as looking
at me. His aroma made me nervous. The weird feeling deep inside of me was
back! He picked up the handout that Sally Swanson was dishing out to the
class.

"Well hello Sally, lookin' beautiful as always, Babe."  Jon said coyly with
a scheming smile.

She blushed and smiled at the beautiful boy, I was invisible to her and I
liked it that way. She made a little wave at Jon and moved on stumbling a
little, the class giggled.

"Nice tits, Kevin." Jon whispered jabbing me in the side with his elbow.

I looked at him angrily irritated at his intrusion into my space, but when
he looked at me I melted! He smiled sweetly, his reddish brown hair swept
forward like he was in some British boy band or something, perfect. For the
first time I noticed a small sprinkling of light brown freckles that rested
gracefully across his nose. His eyes were deep blue and warm. I had to snap
out of it.

"I've seen better tits." I giggled in a whisper.

"It says we have to write a report and complete a comprehensive
interpretation of any book we want, Awesome!" Jon cheered "Let's grab our
iPads and find something!"

"I don't have one" I squeaked, embraced once again.

"That's okay, we can share mine."

Jon scooted right up against me, his warm body pressed into mine. With a
nod of his head I got the hint and held the iPad as he scrolled through the
titles. He was commenting on most, having read them. Suddenly his arm was
around my shoulder and his fingers gently massaged my shoulder. His pit was
wet and I could smell his body, there was no trace of deodorant, I loved
his smell. I could tell that he had bacon and eggs for breakfast as his
warm breath swept across my cheek. I had no idea what he was rambling on
about.

"Kevin, can I be straight with you?" Jon said in a sudden stop.

"Sure, I guess" I stammered.

"Even though I like to joke around a lot getting good grades is important
to me, which is why I did not want to work with you, I don't know you." Jon
whispered sincerely.

"I'll do my best, honest!" I stuttered honestly with a weak smile.

"That's all I ask, Bro." Jon smiled

Jon kind of giggled as his strong grip squeezed me even closer. His hand
slipped to my waist and he started to rub up and down my side as he went on
about the different books we could choose from. His fingers slipped under
my t-shirt rubbing my bare skin! It was as if he was totally unaware of his
actions. I had that weird feeling stronger than ever and was nervous as
fuck, my heart pounding but I didn't care. I held my breath. He was making
small circles on my side with his finger tips and my dick grew out; nothing
I could do about it. I could swear that I could make out his fingerprints,
fuck!  I finally engaged in the conversation and we, well he picked out a
book for us to read. With a tap of his tender finger it started to
download. He pulled away smiling at me.

"Let's exchange numbers Kev, what's your cell?" Jon grinned, "We will have
to share my iPad so we will be together a lot; cool it is done
downloading."

I gave him my number and he quickly called so we had contacts. The bell
rang and everybody started fiddling with their backpacks. Jon smiled at me
before he got up and was immersed with the other cool kids, I felt more
alone than ever. I watched the muscular thirteen-year-old head out of the
classroom, his arm around Sally. He looked over his shoulder and winked at
me before diapering into the hall. I jumped as two strong hands massaged
and squeezed my shoulders. I was hoping my oversized t-shirt would hide my
wood as I stood up.

"Are you okay, Kevin?" Mr. Dunlop sighed as he massaged me, his thumbs
digging deeply into my neck.

"Yes Sir, I'm okay." I whispered, not really okay.

"I have never done this before but here is my personal cell number if you,
you know feel like you need to talk to someone." Mr. Dunlop whispered

I felt his rough hand slip under my shirt tail scratching my skin, finding
my front pocket. He slipped a piece of paper into my pocket with two
fingers, I assumed his phone number. He rubbed me from inside in my pocket
making me really nervous especially when there was just the thin fabric in
my pocket separating my still hard dick and his fingers; he worked his way
into the fly of my boxers. I gasped, scared shitless! I felt his finger
push into my wet piss slit and trace the shape of my dick head before
sliding down my ridged shaft! I wanted to run but I could not move. He
groaned shocking both of us. Thank God, he came to his senses and returned
both hands to my shoulders. I sighed in relief, trembling.

"Thank you Mr. Dunlop." I stuttered, escaping his grip to head to my next
class. "I mean for the offer of help, I mean I'm sorry."

As I moved through the hall watching the other kids in their clicks jabber
and horse around, I felt totally alone, invisible and left out. So what
else is new? I went to the boy's room to wash after Mr. Dunlop "offered
help". Splashing water into my face, I just wanted to die! I took some deep
breaths staring at the graffiti on the empty wall that once held a
mirror. I huffed and stumbled back into the crowded hall.

"I hate my fucking life." I said to myself under my breath.

I made it to my next class just a little late. The Art teacher was not at
the classroom yet as usual, so we waited outside. Most of the kids waited
just outside the door, I stood across the hall and down a bit. I watched a
tall Mexican boy tell a story or something his animated gestures made me
smile and I started to feel more at ease. His beautiful dark brown skin
seemed to illuminate as he stepped in and out of the dust filled sunlight
streaming though the hall windows. His red t-shirt lifted as he contorted
exposing his smooth tummy and small belly button. He was beautiful,
Amazing! I studied his muscles move gracefully just beneath his skin. His
pants hung low sowing off his blue/gray plaid boxers and the shape of his
bottom. My eyes fixated on the slightly exposed fly of his boxers and my
heat jumped when it would open slightly. His crotch held a small bulge that
seemed to be straining against his low hanging pants, the only thing
keeping his jeans up. He had on filthy red high-tops riddled with holes,
his gray white socks peeked out. I wondered what his feet smelled like.

"Excuse me is this Art 7?" a squeaky little voice rang out breaking my
trance.

"Yea, but the teacher is not here yet." I informed, turning to see the boy
who was rushing to class earlier. The second encounter startled both of us.

"This is my first day and I am a little lost." The boy giggled. "I'm Kyle,
what is your name?"

"Kevin," I smiled looking into the boy's confused eyes. "Here comes the
teacher."

 It was an artistic impression class and today we were to listen to music
and draw "wherever the music takes us", stupid. As usual half the lights
were turned off and we took off our shoes. There was no assigned seating
and the tables were small and randomly placed. Most of the kids sat around
on pillows with their sketch pads in the center of the classroom. Kyle and
I sat down at a table across from each other in the corner as we "waited
for the music to take us away", fuck. The small boy sat sweetly with his
eyes closed, his red hair hanging. I loved his angelic freckled face and
arms. I wondered if his whole body was covered with the cute orange
spots. He swayed gracefully and soon his green eyes blinked open, he smiled
and he started drawing. Big swirls of color started to form on his paper. I
was not good at most things but I could draw really well. It was probably
because I was alone so much. Kyle's feet were kicking randomly hitting my
leg several times because he could not reach the floor and he was fidgety.
God, he looked so little. His foot came to rest on my calf and he started
rubbing my leg. His eyes were closed and he had a deep relaxed demeanor
about him. Was he was really lost in the music? I drew Kyle and my little
brother playing in a field with some puppies. I reached down and pushed his
foot off of me. It was like electricity shoot through me as my fingers came
in contact with the warm soiled cotton that covered his foot. As soon as I
moved my hand his foot came back. I went to push his foot off of me again
but instead brought it up to rest on my thigh. I drew with one hand and
massaged Kyle's small foot with the other. Our eyes met and we smiled, my
thumb pressing the moist cotton between each toe. His green eyes were
amazing and I wondered if I was too judgmental about my own. As the teacher
approached he pulled his foot away and giggled.

"Very good Kevin, is that Kyle?" Ms Jackson asked.

"Yes Ms. Snowflake, he is playing with my younger brother and some puppy
dogs." I blushed.

"It is just Snowflake, Kevin" Snowflake reassured "Do you have your
artistic class name yet?"

"Not yet Ms. Jackson...I mean Snowflake, sorry." I giggled.

"You will need to come up with a name too Kyle, I will give you a few more
days but Kevin needs to come up with one before class tomorrow." Snowflake
sang floating away from us.

"This is so lame," I smiled at Kyle, "how about Dip Shit!"

Kyle giggled and looked around the room nervously. No one could see under
our art table and both of his feet wiggled into my lap. I pulled him closer
and he swayed with the music. I watched him continue to make circles on his
paper as I made circles on the soles of his feet. If there was one class
where rubbing another boy's feet was okay, this was it. I jumped as his
wiggling toes found my hard dick. I wanted to shrink and hide but couldn't
do anything but rub his cotton covered feet as he rubbed my denim covered
dick. My dick had slipped out of the fly of my boxers and pushed intensely
against the jagged zipper of my jeans! I squeezed the soles of his feet
sandwiching my dick between, it hurt. I could feel my dick drool as I
watched the Mexican boy from earlier squirm, wiggle his toes in his dirty
socks and chatter with the others as Kyle and I fidgeted just out of
view. Kyle quickly pulled away when Zebra turned the lights back on. The
sudden exposure to light caused my dick to shrink fast. Thank God.

"Thank you, Zebra." Snowflake beamed "I want all of you to put your picture
on the wall of Art, finished or not and we will discuss them tomorrow."

"It is Saturday tomorrow, Snowflake!" The pillow sitting kids laughed.

Kyle and I walked up to the board and posted our art. Most, like Kyle's
were just scribbles, stick people or weak attempts at landscapes. Some were
actually good. Mine was the only one done in pencil so I was sure I would
get an F. I put my finger to my nose and took in the smell of sweaty socks
still lingering there. I slipped my finger into my mouth for a quick taste,
dirt was all I found.

"Cotton, Snowflake," I beamed as the bell rang, "my name is Cotton."

"Well thank you Cotton, till the marrow finds us on yet another dream,
class" Snowflake faded in another world.

"Can you come over to my house after school," Kyle giggled, "Cotton?"

"Maybe; what is your last period?"

"Sixth period, English with Mr. Dunlap, what about you Kev?"

"Mine is sixth too, PE. I can only stay for a little while; I have to walk
my little brother home from school." I shouted over my shoulder as we
darted in different directions.

PE was horrible; I hated getting naked with the other boys. There were two
levels of boy's PE classes, those that could, and those who could not, the
weaklings. You know where I fit in. There were quite a few of us who were
still hairless in the weakling class even a few eight graders. We were all
trying to check each other out without checking each other out. The cool
kid class in the adjacent changing room were always was loud and hit the
field first. We always had to be forced out for exorcize by the assistant
coach. What made it worse was that we were put with the girls and we had a
female coach. Most of the time the cool kid PE class would hit the showers
first but since our class got showered and dressed so slow we all went in
at the same time. It was crowded and made me even more edgy.

"Hey Kev, wait up!" Jon sang out.

"You have PE sixth too?" I blushed, watching the amazing sweaty shirtless
teenager trot towards me.

"Yeah, how did you manage to get into the girl's PE class, shit that is
awesome?" Jon smiled his arm once again around my shoulder as we walked.

 I could feel his warm drops of moisture roll down my body as our hot skin
slipped in our sweat. His smell was strong and I knew I should not like it
but I did. Then I felt it, my dick swell out! I pulled away fast!

"It must be over 100? today, what do you think?" I stammered.

I knew I could not let him touch me or my dick would get hard and make this
day even worse. I felt miserable, why is this happening to me? The other
boys don't have this problem. Maybe I should ask my Dad about what is wrong
with me. Then again I don't talk to my Dad about anything. I knew everyone
gets boners sometimes but I seem to get them all the time. What I worried
about more than anything was that I always thought about boys, and yes, I
would think about naked boys when I played with my dick. I played with my
dick a lot! A few years ago my Dad caught me and Kyle naked playing. I
thought for sure he would kill me; I am four years older than Kyle. But all
he said was that it was normal for boys to be curious, I still have no idea
what he was talking about. All I knew was that it was sneaky, bad, fun and
felt amazing to touch another boy's dick even though it was Kyle's.

"Hey Kev, How's it hanging?" Jon joked walking up to me in the shower.

"It is okay." I squeaked turning my back to him.

I sensed him soaping up behind me chattering on about his athletic
achievements. I nervously washed wanting to run but I knew that would be
weird. Without missing a beat he was talking about our project.

"We need to make our interpretation edgy, sexy, we are all going through
puberty and sex is always on our mind, it would be natural and fun!" Jon
barked over the echo of boys and shower spray.

There was giggling once again at Jon's boldness and the fact that he said
puberty. I felt completely out of my league, like a comic side kick to a
popular boy that no one would care about or remember. I jumped when Jon
started to wash my back and even my pits, he was still talking about the
report we would write on a book we had not even read. No one seemed to care
or even notice. Amazingly in my fear my dick behaved and stayed
limp...fuck, thank God!

"Squeaky clean Kev, I'll call you tonight after dinner." Jon laughed.

"But It's Friday!" I called out.

Before I knew it the bell rang and I was still sopping wet and naked in the
shower. I scrambled for my clothes as the seventh period boys started to
enter the gym changing room. I struggled to pull my clothes on over my wet
body. I am such a fuck up! I felt nasty as I ran to meet Kyle, my boxers
clinging to my balls and up my crack.

"Kyle, wait up!" I cried out as the small boy walked home alone.

"Kev, I thought you ditched me." Kyle beamed.

"No I just, well let's just say PE doesn't agree with me." Giggle.

"Sprinklers!" Kyle sang dashing off. "Let's play in them!"

I dropped my backpack by his and chased him into the spray. We laughed hard
as we wrestled in the spurting water. The sun was high and it was hot so
the drenching felt good. Finally I pinned him to the ground. Our laughter
faded to smiles. I raked his wet locks from his sweet face and the mood
shifted in a strange place, a place I did not recognize. Time stood still
and my heart was pounding, I wanted to kiss him! The water was washing over
us, I started to lean forward, what the fuck was I thinking!

"What the heck are you boys doing to my lawn?" I large man growled as he
came around the corner of the house.

"Run, Kyle!" I shouted pulling the small boy by his arm.

We grabbed our back packs and headed to the park running fast and laughing
hard. We rolled down a grassy knoll and came to rest in a heap at the
bottom. The dust was dry and stale as it settled on our wet bodies.

"That was awesome, Kev!" Kyle chirped out of breath.

"I know, did he chase us?" I panted standing up.

Covered with dirt, grass and who knows what else we walked towards Kyle's
house. As we walked I learned a lot about Kyle. He purposely bumped into me
with a giggle. He had just been moved up, something that had happened to
him before. I bumped into him, grinning into his bright green eyes. He was
too smart for the sixth grade so he started middle school. Kyle was barely
eleven and that made a lot of sense, I liked being with younger boys. He
nudged me hard with his shoulder, we laughed. He had an older brother and a
sister who did not live with them. The only other kid in his house was his
hated stepbrother who was his worst nemesis. I made him stumble when I
rammed him with my shoulder. He kept mostly to himself and out of sight,
boy could I relate. He chattered on about how much he liked to learn new
things. He grabbed me and we wrestled to the dusty sidewalk. I told him
that our household consisted of my little brother Alexander that we all
called Xander, my Dad and my Uncle Carl who was barely twenty, a real ass
hole. He held my shoulders trying to pin me. I also told him how much I
hated school and was not very good. Now I was on top of him. The squirt
offered to help me! I closed my eyes and moved in for a kiss! But I punched
him in the arm playfully as we rolled instead.

"I'm gone-a get you Kev!" Kyle sang as we assaulted each other.

His house was not very big but the overgrown yard was covered with trees
and bushes. I sneezed at the sweet smells from all the Fall flowers filled
my scenes. I could see the shapeless figure in his doorway pace as the
ember of a cigarette glowed.

"What the fuck happened to you Dumb Shit!"

A mean looking teenager pushed the ripped screen door open and stood in the
doorway, obviously Kyle's stepbrother. He walked down the steps wearing
some tattered shorts and worn-out Vans. He flicked his cigarette butt at
Kyle but missed.

"We were just playing Charlie." Kyle whimpered.

The teenager put another cigarette in his lips and lit up. He was brown
skinned with black hair. There was a dark trail of hair that ran from his
belly button down into his shorts. He had a few random tattoos on his arms
and chest. He was cute in a mean street way.

"Get into the back yard and strip ass holes." Charlie barked pushing Kyle
down, glaring at me.

"I'm not going to strip!" I gasped.

"Me either, Charlie!" Kyle cried.

"Well you fuckers can't go into the house like that. Get yourselves cleaned
up!" Charlie snarled.

We went into the back yard and rinsed our cloths out one piece at a time. I
loved watching Kyle struggle against the wet fabric and I was fast to help
him. We both giggled when we heard Charlie ride off on his motorcycle. We
were alone! What a relief. Kyle's skin was cool and damp smelling of grass
and mud. I was right; he was covered with those cute freckles. Before we
knew it we were in our underwear marching inside to put our clothes in the
dryer. I felt better being in the house instead of exposed outside in just
my boxers.

"Only one thing left, Kev." Kyle beamed slyly.

I watched him giggle and peal out of his soaked briefs. He was so pale,
covered in freckles. His dick was just a nub covered by skin that extended
an inch past his dick head. Fuck, he was uncut! I loved how tight and small
his nut sack was. He tossed his inside out briefs into the dryer standing
there smiling at me with one hand cupped over his privates.  God, he is
adorable!

"Can you reach the towels, up there?" Kyle squeaked, blushing.

I grabbed some towels from the shelf over the washer and dryer. Kyle
giggled and quickly wrapped one around his waist. I followed suit and then
wiggled out of my boxers underneath the towel. As our clothes started to
tumble in the dryer I trotted behind him down the hall and into the
bathroom.

"I'm going to rinse off Kev, okay?" Kyle giggled, his towel falling as he
started the shower.

"Go for it, I will go after if your folks won't mind." I whispered enjoying
his little bubble butt bob in front of me.

"We can go together if you want to." Kyle beamed as he turned, completely
relaxed and his dick totally exposed.

I let my towel fall and Kyle gasped and giggled as my dick grew out in
front of him. My better judgment completely vanished as I stood fully
exposed, erect in front of the naked little freckled boy. His little boy
meat grew as he stepped coyly into the shower.

"Come on Kev, get in." Kyle sighed with a toothy smile.

I stepped in behind the small boy. He had his back to me standing under the
warm sweet water. The small bathroom smelled like roses from a pot of dried
rosebuds that sat on the toilet tank.  I watched the water roll down his
back down the curve of his spine and into the soft craves that hid his
pucker. I loved the way he had a band of pure white freckled skin that
reveled the secret space never exposed to the light of the sun. He bent
down to grab the bottle of shampoo exposing his small dark pink raisin
delimited by a circle of velvety reddish brown skin, I gasped and my hard
dick got even harder. He fiddled with the shampoo bottle dropping the cap
to the tub basin giggling.

"Let me wash your hair Kyle." I panted confused by my offer.

"Okay." Kyle snickered

He turned to hand me the shampoo and I gazed upon his ridged little
tool. What the fuck was I doing? I needed to knock this shit off, get my
crap and leave, now! Kyle turned back around steping back a little so I
could wash his hair out of the shower spray. As my soapy fingers slid
through the boy's hair I felt excited and calm at the same time, absurd and
normal too. I felt his head sway slightly under my massaging soapy hands,
God! I had washed Kyle's hair when he was little but it was not like this,
not even close! My hands nervously moved to his shoulders and he stepped
back more. My chest and stomach came in contact with the boy and he pressed
into me. My heart was pounding and I started to hump him, squatting a
little to ride his plump butt. My hands slid around him and I found his
spike. The flowery smell of the shampoo engulfed me made heavy by the steam
filled air. I shuttered in pure pleasure as I stroked his small stick. I
fumbled to roll his foreskin back causing the small boy to giggle. He
moaned and groaned. I realized that I was panting and moaning too. Fuck, I
hardly ever messed with another boy and now I was in a strange house, a
strange shower, a strange boy I had met a just few hours earlier! He seemed
to melt into me forcing my slippery soap soaked dick deep into his crack.

"Fuck Dude, what are we doing!" I stammered nervously, stumbling back.

"I'm sorry; please don't be mad at me!" Kyle whimpered.

The small boy turned around covering his jewels with his trembling hands. I
looked into his distorted face as tears started to flow from his quivering
green eyes. I was totally confused both by my actions and by his
willingness to fuck around.

"I'm not mad at you; I don't know what I am." I mumbled, my own tears
welling up. "I need to go get Xander.

"I just, I just thought if I made you feel good you would be my friend."
Kyle whimpered.

I lost it and pulled the trembling boy to me and hugged him hard. Our soapy
wet bodies squished together. I wanted him so bad but not like this, not
this fast. I should not be messing around with boys at all much less an
eleven-year-old I hardly knew. As the tension drained out of us we both
giggled through our tears, holding tight to each other. I started to wash
the soapy water over his body getting all the soap off; he did the same to
me. We were both hard but no attention was given to our dicks. Our smiles
were weak and unsure of what was happening. As we dried off, Kyle jabbering
about school and how weird the seventh grade seemed. He dried my back and I
dried his. He was in front of the mirror combing his long wet hair.  He
truly looked like an Angle to me; beautiful. I never lost the tingly weird
feeling I had but just let myself feel it. For some reason we were
completely relaxed in our joint nudity. I liked this new feeling even
though it made me nervous as hell. I felt guilty and embarrassed but at
ease at the same time. I was fucked.

"You don't have to, you know do stuff for me to be your friend, I like
you." I istuddered in a whisper.

The face in the reflection went from happy to distress. The faraway look on
his sweet little face was leading me to think it was not about me. Then our
eyes met in the refection, he swiped a single tear away and a slight smile
formed on his face.

"I like you too" Kyle giggled, "I hate PE, you think you have problems try
being an eleven-year-old in a thirteen-year-old world!"

I respected his attempt to change the subject and I went along. He was
different somehow as if he had told me a secret and wished he hadn't. I
walked up behind him and giving him a hug. He leaned into me and giggled
when my dick pressed into his back. I don't know why but I leaned over and
kissed his cheek, another WTF moment for me. He just beamed back at me.

"I'm going to check my clothes." I sighed slipping my towel around my waist
before heading to the dryer.

I dug through our warm clothes coming across his briefs. For some reason I
held them out and stared at them rubbing my fingers over the fly. I thought
about hos his dick had just been beneath the fabric, shit! I brought them
to my face, pressing the crotch into my nose. Dryer sheet was all I could
smell.

"Crap, what the fuck!" I growled at myself.

I tossed the little boy briefs back into the dryer and retrieved my
things. They were still damp but not to damp to put them on. I needed to
get out of Kyle's place feeling kind of sick to my stomach. Was I going to
barf? I went back to the bathroom finding it empty.

"Kyle, I'm going." I called out.

"Back here Kev." Kyle sang out.

I followed the sound of his high pitched voice finding a small war torn
messy bedroom. I watched his little butt bobbing in the air, cute. He had
on way to small power ranger briefs that snuggled his bubble butt as he dug
through his closet. I smiled.

"Here are my shorts!" Kyle beamed standing in front of me.

"Are you going with me to pick up Xander? I giggled unsure of my invitation
"You might want to put some shoes on Kiddo."

"I can go with you?" Kyle gasped.

"You're not getting away that easy." I smiled.

I was about to be free of the kid who had totally fucked up my head and now
I invite him to hang out more? What the fuck am I doing? Then I really
shocked myself, it was if I had no control!

"Here let me help you." I sighed taking the mismatched socks from his small
hands.

The kid just about exploded in smiles, bounding up onto the unmade bed. I
grabbed his left foot stopping it from kicking.  His toenails were long and
un-kept sitting on his round toes, his pinky toe curved inward to his next
toe. His feet were clean but held a unique smell that I could not suck deep
enough into my lungs. Once again my heart was pounding and my dick swelled
as I massaged his small foot. He giggled a little but seemed to like my
attention; attention I could not stop giving. I took his other foot and
pressed both of his feet against my cheeks, kissing each toe. He giggled
hard and pulled his feet back. The socks fell to the floor.

"Stop it Kev, that tickles." Kyle laughed hysterically.

Oh yeah!" I jeered wresting with the boy tangling with him on his bed.

I just could not touch the small boy enough, the dirty sheets held his
smell making my heart race faster. My damp jeans worked against me giving
Kyle a slight advantage. Our fight was fun and playful, like I was little
again. The difference was my raging hard on! We came to a natural end and
panted out of breath just inches from each other's face. I moved his hair
from his red face, his hot bad breath washing over me.

"I feel like we have been friends forever, Kyle" I mumbled before pulling
his head close, sucking in the smell of his damp head.

"Stop it silly" Kyle giggled pushing me away.

The tickle fight resumed and we got even sweatier. I let my hard dick in my
damp jeans press up against him. In each encounter my heart raced, fuck!
Kyle just laughed continuing to try to get me.

"What about Xander? Kyle gasped.

"Shit, we got to go get Xander!" I shouted, jumping up.

"Are you sure you want me to go with you," Kyle mumbled, blushing and
looking down, "Kev?"

"Sure, why not maybe you could stay over?" I laughed messing his red locks.

"I'll call my Dad on the way; this is awesome, Kev!" Kyle beamed.

I wondered who this strange boy was who had invaded my body. Certainly I
was not me! Why did I ask him to spend the night? I knew I was totally
fucked up around the kid but still I could not escape him. I helped him
shove some cloths and other shit into his backpack leaving his school books
randomly on the floor. He polled some holy sneakers on his still naked
feet. He grabbed a tank top and we headed out into the stale September
air. He chattered non-stop as we made our way to Xander's school. The air
was heavy and hot, my lunges filled with fresh mowed grass and weeds
smells. I hated living in this horrid hot as Hell town but liked that boys
wore hardly any clothes!

"That's his school, he will be out in a second" I mumbled plopping down on
a bench.

"I went to this school last week!" Kyle beamed, whimpering a little "I
liked it here; I just wish they would leave me alone."

For some reason I put my arm around the boy and pulled him in close. His
hand slipped around me and I looked down to find his loving green watery
eyes looking back at me. The kid was messed up, probably feeling like an
outsider at both schools, been there! I knew I had to help him, but who the
fuck am I? The biggest dweeb in the seventh grade, shit! Our warmth and
sweat transferred between us and Kyle kept trying to cuddle in even
closer. The bell rang and the grade-schoolers dumped out of the doors. Some
kids pointed and laughed at him. I scowled back at them making the littler
kids turn away and move on. Some of the sixth graders just flipped me
off. I knew they could kick my ass. I hugged Kyle, he hugged back. The
scene seemed to stand still as I took in the smell, warmth and dampness of
the young boy pressed into me. I felt my pulse race and my dick began to
swell as I watched the youngest of boys leave the school being picked up by
their Mom or Dad.

"Kev!" Alexander Cheered.

"Hey, Xander!" I exclaimed standing to my feet.

I had to smile watching my little brother run to me. He had very long light
brown hair that flowed freely in the wind caused by his dash. His small
frame danced weightlessly, beautifully across the school yard. His face
held a huge smile. God, he was so sweet. I nearly fell over when he wrapped
his arms around my neck, legs around my waist when he collided with me. I
grabbed him in return kissing his incredibly soft hair. One of the things I
loved about my little brother was his smell. Don't know why but he smelled,
well like Xander, yummy! I chubbed a little like I always did when I
tangled with my little brother. He smiled at me his rosy cheeks glowing and
small trickles of swear caressed the curve of his round face. I kissed the
side of his sweaty face enjoying his scent and slightly salty taste.

"Who's that?" Xander chirped in a squeak, nodding at Kyle.

"Hi I'm Kyle, Alexander."

"Wait, I know you, you are the super duper smart kid in the sixth, but why
are you with Kev?"

"I'll explain later Xander, let's go Guys," Kyle whispered getting more
stares from the other boys, "this always happens."

We dashed down the street running through stranger's yards with little
regard for our destruction. I rolled with my little brother on Uncle
Rodger's freshly mowed lawn and was quickly joined by Kyle. I ended up with
Xander on top of me, Kyle on top of Xander. Our bodies heaved in exhaustion
sweating into each other as we melted together. We stank, fuck we
stank. Amazing! Life was awesome at that moment, something I rarely felt
lately.

"Hi Guys," our Uncle sang out slipping out from the shadows in his garage
"how about some Cokes?"

Xander ran to the gray haired thin man as I nodded to Kyle that it was
okay. We spent a lot of time at the ancient man's house and we stayed with
him after school while Mom and Dad were at work. He was actually not our
Uncle but he had been around for as long as I could remember. He knew my
Grand Parents back when they were alive and kind of raised my Dad. We lived
right next door in the same house that had been in our family forever. We
padded to the back yard dumping our backpacks on the stoop. Alexander
stripped his shirt, shoes and socks off and tumbled with Brownie, the
family wiener dog. Kyle gasped at my brother's antics and looked to me for
reassurance that it was okay.

"So how does it feel to me out of grade school Kev?" Uncle Rodger laughed
handing me and Kyle an ice cold Coke.

"It's okay I guess, kind of sucks." I shrugged.

"Do you go to Kyle's school?" Roger asked Kyle.

"Not anymore." Kyle whispered.

I could tell that Kyle was a little uneasy so I tickled him. I loved the
way he scrunched in, squirmed and giggled. I pealed out of my sweat soaked
t-shirt and tossed it over the fence. Then I ticked Kyle's shirt off
pushing the wetness into my face before tossing his stinky cotton t-shirt
over the fence too.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kyle complained.

"We live there, I'll get it later. It's too hot for shirts, Kyle lets
play!" I laughed, loving his pale freckled skin.

I grabbed Kyle by the hand and pulled him next door into our house; Uncle
Rodger just laughed, grabbed a rake and headed to the side yard. I knew
Xander would either join us or more likely go to one of his friend's house
after checking with Uncle Rodger. I showed Kyle around and gave him a brief
history of our weird family ending up in a small room in the back of the
house. It was a play room for us kids Rodger had fixed up with lots of toys
and shit. There was an old sofa with a tangle of blankets and sheets on it,
another comfie play area. Kyle plopped down in the nest of blankets. I dug
for the remote tossing it to Kyle he found a nature show or something but
only stayed on the channel for a few seconds before finding cartoons. I
pulled his small feet to me finding his sneakers and worked on the knots. I
gave up and just pulled them off. His feet stunk like the dirty canvas that
they had been hiding in, fuck! I sucked the aroma of his sweaty feet deeply
into my lungs as I massaged his damp tacky feet, my dick swelled out. Kyle
just watched and thankfully did not freak out by my fatal attraction to his
smelt little feet.

"Let's get more comfie, it's hot." I whispered

"What about your brother?" Kyle paniced.

"He would have been here by now if he was coming," I whispered, "don't
worry, it's okay."

I was overtaken by a weird desire to get the younger boy undressed at least
a little. He did not protest when I took off his shoes but stopped me when
I went for the button of his shorts. I gave in and sat down next to him
kicking my sneakers off. Suddenly he turned, flopped and his head found my
lap. I rubbed his tummy and played with his belly button and his legs
flailed in the air.

"Kev, do you like me, I mean for real?" Kyle squeaked in a whisper.

"Sure I do, what's not to like?" I giggled tickling him just a little.

"I don't have many friends, that's all" Kyle shrugged.

"Me either, I am a dweeb" I added.

Kyle cuddled in rubbing my hard dick with the back of his head through my
jeans. His legs came to a rest slightly spread. His shorts gaped open at
the waist. I held my breath as my fingers drifted deliberately under the
waist band. I could feel the elastic of his underwear as my hand drifted
deeper into his pants, he moaned a little. His underwear was warm and his
dick was hard. I froze when he moved his hands to his pants! Had I gone too
far?

"Don't tell." Kyle whispered undoing his pants.

I was trembling spreading the fly open as my hand slipped further exploring
Kyle's ridged shaft hiding just under the colorful cotton of his briefs. He
spread his legs a little more and I explored lower to the round moist lump
that held his sweaty nut sack. The smell that came from him was driving me
crazy, a smell only a boy's sweaty crotch held. His face was so sweet but I
could tell he was scared shitless. Kyle jumped and he grabbed my hand when
my fingers slipped under the waistband of his underwear finding the hot
flesh of his extended shaft.

"Wait, we will get caught!" Kyle gasped in a heavy whisper.

"No one will bother us here, it is okay" I reassured, following the ridge
of his soft dick head. "I want to check out your wiener."

"Are you sure we won't get caught?"

"No one will come back here; do you want me to do more?" I groaned.

Kyle raised his rump and pushed his shorts down. It took a lot of squirming
but he finally pushed his briefs to his ankles to join his shorts. He was
incredibly pale, white! I gasped at his dick, it was beautiful! I never
touched an uncut dick before today. My heart pounded as I reached for
it. My fingers trembled as I rolled his soft foreskin in my fingers.

"Sorry Kev, my wiener is kind of ugly." Kyle whispered.

"You are amazing Kyle." I panted. "I wish my dick was uncut like yours."

Kyle relaxed more feeling safe and hidden in the back of the house. I
rolled his foreskin and explored his hard hairless spike and tight plump
ball sack, cartoons played in the background on the TV. I pushed my jeans
and underwear down and off. I felt exposed, scared, excited, my heart
pounding showing Kyle that I could be naked except for my socks.

"It is okay to get naked with me Kyle." I whispered

Kyle rested back into my lap; his long damp hair swallowed my dick. I
shuddered uncontrollably in pure pleasure as my dick-head slid, cuddled his
ear.  I continued stroking his dick; it had been a long time since a boy
let me touch him like this. It was not long before my socks were
off. Kyle's feet worked his shorts and briefs free. I was going to get the
kid off one way or another, I had to! As we squirmed together in the small
dark room I came face to face with his skin covered dick head. It smelled
weird, strong and when I rolled his foreskin back exposing the wet hidden
treasure just beneath I gasped overwhelmed by those weird feeling I had
been having. If there was a heaven I was in it.

"I am going to taste you, okay?" I whispered.

I did not wait for a response from Kyle as I took his smelly wet dick into
my mouth but the groan of pleasure that escaped his young lungs was enough
reassurance for me. He pushed his crotch into my love and my dick suddenly
slipped between his lips. I was going to Cum!!! Kyle twitched and humped me
hard. I loved the feeling of his hard little spike hitting my throat as his
nut sack engulfed my nose. He smelled dirty and sweaty but I could not take
enough of his scent into my lusting body. It seemed like it took forever
but it had only been a few minutes before he pushed his slippery spike
deep, throbbing out a pulsating massive dry cum.  He shuddered and quaked
lost in the pleasure I had given him. As he came down he relaxed and
resumed sucking my dick.

"It's okay Kev, Cum in my mouth, I will swallow it." Kyle panted.

I could not believe how the little kid was working my dick! His tongue
pushed into my piss slit, tickled just under my dick head before he sank me
deeply onto his mouth. That was all it took to push me over the edge.  Kyle
pulled down on my nuts that were securely in his grasp. I desperately
filled my lungs with the strong smell of his stinky, sweaty balls, fuck! I
exploded down Kyle's throat he gulped my dick juice, moaning.  We held each
other's dick in our mouths as we came down.  I jumped a little seeing
Xander watching us from the window with a silly grin on his face. I glared
at him giving him a dirty look, we were not supposed to spy on each
other. Xander dashed away just in time. Kyle was completely unaware of my
brother's invasion. Suddenly I felt guilty, dirty somehow. Why did Xander
catch us? Kyle must have felt weird too he scooted around and came face to
face with me.

"Is everything okay, Kev?" Kyle asked concerned.

I felt ever worse smelling my Cum wash across my face on his breath, what
had we done? He snuggled in and his arms wrapped around me. He rested his
cheek on mine. I pulled our bodies in tight, my lips found his and in a
quick peck I had my first kiss.

"Everything is awesome, Kyle." I hushed.

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