Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 08:28:47 -0700
From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me
Subject: Kevin's Awkward Antics 3

As I mentioned before my childhood was different than most boys filled with
insecurity, fear (like every boy) and sex (with boys and grown men). Don't
get me wrong, I loved that my life was different; I just wish I could have
understood more. None of the charters represent anyone real but depict the
way I felt, fear, and hated. I hope it is a good read.

Kevin's Awkward Antics: Chapter three: What's up with Jon!

The rest of the morning went okay; neither Jon nor I said a word to each
other about jacking off but the tension could still be found hanging in the
air. We actually made some good progress on our homework when Xander and
Kyle built stuff with Xander's Legos. Dad cooked breakfast but spent most
of his time on his computer in his bedroom. Jon and me played with Kyle and
Xander for a while pretending to blow up what they made with the plastic
blocks. As much as I liked Kyle, I was really hooked on Jon.  I don't know
it was different with Jon; Kyle was more of a playmate to do sexy stuff
with, like try things with. But Jon, shit!

"Well Kev, my dad is here I have to go." Jon smiled putting his phone back
into his pocket, gathering his things.

Jon said his goodbyes to my dad and the boys before giving me a fist bump
as he disappeared into his dad's car. He was gone. I had an empty feeling
inside for some reason. Not long after, Kyle's Mom was here to pick him
up. While me and Kyle gathered his stuff his mom and my dad talked in the
kitchen.

"I had a really nice time, Kev," Kyle whispered before pressing his lips to
mine, our tongues playing together once again, "I mean a really nice time."

"It was okay," I joked tweaking his limp dick through his shorts, "you are
awesome."

My tweaking turned into mutual rubbing; I loved the feeling of Kyle's dick
growing under my gentle rubbing. And his smell, shit I could not get
enough!

"We better not." I sighed, kissing Kyle again before being interrupted by
Xander.

"Hey, I want a kiss too." Xander complained.

Kyle just laughed and messed my little brother's hair. I was glad that
Kyle's mom decided to have a glass of wine giving us a few more minutes
together. After they left everything seemed to be back to normal, Xander
watching cartoons in my room and I was playing video games in the living
room.  Dad was in his bedroom with the door locked. I had an idea what he
did in his bedroom with the door locked but the thought of him jacking off
made me shutter. After dinner we sat around watching TV, me on the couch,
Dad in his chair and Xander on the floor. I kept getting this funny feeling
as I watched my little brother roll around on the floor. He was on his back
with a toy car in each hand playing over his head. His bent lags would sway
and the leg of his shorts would gape open giving me a nice view of his tiny
tool. It was unusual but I was glad he was not wearing briefs. Not soon
after sleep overtook my brother and he rolled to his tummy. He slept
sprawled out in the middle of the floor, God his little bottom was driving
me crazy! I followed the curve of his spine to the round plump cheeks of
his bottom. You could see the crease of his crack trough his thin light
blue shorts. God, I wanted to smell his crack so badly! I rubbed my dick
discreetly through my boxers. But why did I like looking at his butt and
why did it make me all weird inside, tingly? What is up with me? Eventually
Dad stood and stretched, it was late.

"Okay boys time for bed."

"But it's Saturday, Daddy." Alexander yawned, not really waking up.

"Come on Xand-a-roo, I'll tuck you in." I whispered, rubbing my brother's
back.

I pulled the small boy to his feet and he slipped his arm around my
waist. I heard my dad's door shut and I paused in the hall looking down at
Xander's bedroom then back at mine, my heart started to race! I rubbed
Xander, cuddling with him as I guided him into my bedroom. I hadn't slept
with my brother in a while and it was over do. This time felt different
somehow. I sat him on my bed and closed the door. When I turned back to him
he had flopped back. I studied his sweet face and watched his tummy and
chest rise and fall as he slept. His eyes were moving under his softly
closed eyes, his small fingers flinched and his feet and toes wiggled
slightly. I didn't even think he knew where he was. I slipped out of my
boxers and stroked my dick as I watched the small boy sleep. I moved closer
and squatted in front of him spreading his legs. Leaning in I pressed my
nose into the cotton that covered his small limp tool. I took a long deep
sniff and savored the smell he held there, the Alexander smell with traces
of pee. I knew it was wrong but I could not stop myself. I sat back still
on my knees and stared at the small lump in his shorts. With my dick in one
hand I reached out with the other and rubbed my brother's private parts
with trembling fingers. My little brother's dick grew out quickly.  With my
pinky I traced the shape of his little spike feeling his foreskin under his
cotton covered dick. I got bolder and started to stroke him but freaked,
jerking my hand away, when he shifted a little grunted and smacked his lips
in a long drawn out groan. Then he started so snore softly. That is when I
realized my dick was drooling like crazy. What the fuck? This is my little
brother!  As I watched his hard little wiener start to fade and my heart
started to race faster, I was slipping back to the forbidden place my head
was at just moments earlier. I had to do more to him. I gently turned him
so he was sprawled out on my bed instead of just half laying on it with his
legs hanging over the edge. I reached for the waistband of his shorts and
started to ease them down.

"What are you doing, Kev?" Xander mumbled, raising his rump.

"I'm going to make you feel good, okay?" I whispered, removing his paper
thin shorts.

I did not get a response and was nervous as heck, both of us naked in my
bed.  But that did not stop me, he was back asleep. I rolled his dick in my
fingers until his little tool was standing up tall. God, he was so cute! I
closed my eyes and slipped his little erection into my mouth. It tasted
amazing, sweet and tender. I sucked and bobbed on his shaft playing with
his foreskin with my tongue. He did not clean under his foreskin very well
as usual but I took care of that, a tongue bath was perfect! I was in
heaven; my senses were filled with his taste and smell of his boy sex bits!
I worked on his nuts for a while loving his immature little balls, rolling
them on my tongue in his clinched tight sack. I could smell his stinky butt
and the stink just added to my excitement. I spread his legs wider and
licked and kissed all around his nut sack and back door. Then I pulled his
cheeks open a little and pressed my lips into his tacky pucker.

"That's silly, Kev." Xander giggled, whispering.

"You're awake?" I panicked, "I'm sorry!"

"No Kev, keep playing nakie with me." Alexander sighed.

Xander sat up and looked into my eyes; it was a new look, like he was
pleading for more. He ran his fingers over my lips, stroked my cheek and
ran his small fingers into my hair.

"Please, Kev?" Xander squeaked pushing my head towards his crotch.

I did not resist and quickly took his tiny spike back into my
mouth. Lovingly I sucked my kid brother's dick while I jerked him fast. I
kind of wished he was still asleep so he would have no knowledge of me
messing with him. But now it was all about getting the little guy off and
he loved it. With his fingers clinching my hair he rose up and I felt his
worm swell and pump for all it was worth. I held his dick gently in my
mouth softly sucking and licking his beautiful boyhood. I was disappointed
when he gestured for me to release him.

"I'm done playing nakie now, Kev." Xander smiled.

"Not quite yet Buddy," I giggled, "let me show you something really cool."

I got up and turned on my desk lamp so Xander could see. His eyes got wide
and him mouth hung open.

"Your wienie is so big!" Xander gasped, "Why is it wet, did you pee?"

"That is what is called pre-cum, you start to make it when you get to be
twelve or thirteen."

"Does it hurt, Kev?"

"No it feels really good when it leaks out and makes your wienie nice and
slippery." I hushed squeezing the goo out of my dick, sliding my fingers on
my shaft. "Ummm, yummy."

I scooted up close to Xander sitting us up against my head board and
pressed into his side. I flopped my leg over his. The little guy just
stared at my dick causing me to giggle. We looked at each other with big
grins on our faces. I took his hand and he made a screwed up face when I
wrapped his tiny fingers around my leaking shaft, then he smiled. I watched
as he explored my meat and played with the gooey, slippery sauce I was
making. When he pulled my foreskin back and pushed his finger at my leaking
slit I moaned out, it felt so good.

"Here let me help," I whispered, wrapping my hand around his, "God Buddy,
this is amazing!"

Xander kept looking at my dick and then into my eyes as we jacked me off. I
was getting so close, very close. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost
in the feeling, his hand was so little!

"Are you alright?" Xander asked slowing his strokes.

"Never been better," I huffed, "faster."

Xander started to go faster and I gave him a little more help so he got the
right pace. Then I let go of his hand letting my kid brother jack me off on
his own. I listened to myself moan out as my crotch flared out, and then it
happened.

"Watch!" I exclaimed in a heavy huff.

"Whoa, what is that stuff!" Xander gasped!

I couldn't answer as I pumped out my meager but amazing load. I had to stop
has frantic jerking on my spent sensitive dick. I blinked my eyes open
watching my brother smelling my cum. His face was curious but he grimaced
at the smell.

"That smells yucky, what was it? Can you do it again? Why don't I have any
yucky goop? Does it feel good or does it hurt when it shoots out?" How much
can you make? Can you do it again, please?

"Slow down Xander," I smiled, messing with his limp little dick, "it is
cum, you get it when you are older and it is the best feeling ever when it
shoots out."

My brother continued to pester me with questions as I cleaned us up with a
dirty t-shirt. I did my best to answer him. I started to feel a little
guilty; I just exposed my little brother to something he should not know
about for years. Then I thought about Kyle and his step brother, Kyle hated
his stepbrother for making him suck his dick. Would Xander be mad at me? I
walked my little brother to his bedroom not bothering to put anything on
either of us.  I helped him into bed and pulled the sheet up. He smiled at
me so sweetly.

"Can I have a kiss good night?" He peeped, turning his head to the side.

I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. I was so uncertain of what
I had done and knew it was a very bad thing to do with my little brother. I
wished I could undo it somehow but I couldn't. I just would never do
anything to him again and hope he forgot about it.

"Can I have a kiss on my wienie too?" Xander giggled exposing his cute
little limp wiener.

"Sure you can." I whispered forcing his tight foreskin back so I could suck
his mushroom for a moment, it flared out hard.

"I like that, Kev." Xander sighed as he drifted to sleep.

Having sucked Xander to sleep I made my way to the kitchen for some of
milk. I tilted the carton and gulped at the cool liquid.

"Get a glass Kiddo." My dad sighed from behind me.

Totally caught off guard I spun around and held the milk carton in front of
my privates.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I panicked.

"Getting some milk." Dad chuckled.

My dad took the milk carton from me and I covered my dick, dashing to my
bedroom. Slamming the door shut I dove into bed, curled up into a tight
ball and pulled the covers up over my head. I can't believe I messed up so
bad! What was Dad thinking? Did he see me sucking Xander's dick? Fuck this
is so weird, I was weird! I froze when my dad came into my room and sat on
the bed. I jumped a little and started to cry softly when he started
rubbing my back.

"It is okay, Buddy." My dad whispered into my ear, kissing my cheek that
was covered by the sheet.

I could hear him sniffing the air and fishing around on the floor. Then he
sat back and took a big sniff, my t-shirt, no! My dad chuckled and I could
tell he tossed my nasty t-shirt. Then he started rubbing me again. He tried
to pull at the sheet that I had clamped over my face. I held tight and he
stopped trying to expose me. As I was rubbed I did not know what to do so I
just stayed frozen in my place.

"You know Kiddo you need to wash under your foreskin when you are
finished," Dad whispered, squeezing and rolling my shoulder, "you are
becoming a young man, Son."

I shrugged my shoulders just hoping he would leave me alone but as he
rubbed me more I started to relax. He was using both hands rubbing me from
head to toe; squeezing, kneading and massaging me deeply through the
covers. God, it felt amazing, I relaxed more. Then I rolled to my tummy,
crossed my arms and rested my head on then. Dad rubbed my back and lowered
the covers from my back stopping short of exposing my butt. He was
straddling me his muscular legs spread on either side of my thighs. He
leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. I took in the familiar smell of
the man rubbing me, my dad. He kissed my ear causing shivers down my body
and my dick filled out. Fuck, not my dad! Then he pulled at my side.

"Roll over Sweetie; we should talk a bit," Dad whispered into my ear, "it's
okay."

I reluctantly rolled over petrified about what he would say. Why did I get
some milk? Pulling the covers back up under my chin I looked into my dad's
eyes. I could feel more tears on the way but held back. He smiled sweetly
and rubbed the single tear rolling down my cheek. Then he kissed me there.

"This talk is over do, Kiddo." Dad sighed, rubbing my chest.

"What talk?" I gulped.

"It is too late to tell you boys your age will start to change," Dad
whispered, "you are already making sperm."

"Am I bad Daddy," I gulped, "for touching it?"

"No, no Kiddo, you have to play with your penis so you can grow up." Dad
smiled running his fingers through my hair. "Everybody does it, you have
been playing with your penis as long as I can remember, but now you make
sperm."

"You know that I play with my thingy?" I gasped.

"I always have, you have just got better about hiding it the last few
years." Dad whispered lovingly, rubbing my chest, pulling the covers
down. "Alexander plays with his too, and so do I."

I started to get that feeling again as my dad rubbed my arms, chest and
tummy. I closed my eyes and thought about my dad jerking his dick. I kind
of knew that everyone played with them self but I do stuff with other boys
and even my little brother. I can't even look at another boy or even a man
without thinking about his dick! Why was this happening to me?  I pushed
the thoughts from my mind and just enjoyed the intimate attention my dad
was giving me, long over do attention. I knew he could see the tent I was
pitching under the covers but there was no way of hiding it.

"You are turning into a beautiful young man, Son." Dad whispered, rolling
my biceps in his fingers.

As his hands slid down my body I held my breath. Was he going to rub me
lower? His movements were really slow. I could feel each of his fingers
glide lightly over my skin. My heart was pounding. Did I really want my dad
to touch me there? I did, my middle was all weird, tingly and excited. As
his fingers slipped past my belly button my dick started to swell even
more. No I don't want to be so hard when he pulls the covers off my
privates. I was terrified but it did not stop my throbbing, leaking dick. I
felt him grab the sheet; he lifted it peaking under at my dick, this was
it! But then he chuckled and pulled the sheet up over my body.

"Good night, Kev." Dad smiled patting my chest.

After a sweet kiss on my forehead my dad was gone. I got up and turned off
my desk lamp before curling up in my bed holding my retreating dick. I
thought about what he had said and it was nothing I did not know about,
except him knowing I played with my dick. I guess that was the big "sex
talk" I had heard about. I needed to warn Xander in the morning to be
careful when he played with his dick. I smiled thinking about Jon and me
jacking off together, did he like me? With imaginary images of Jon and me
cuddling naked I drifted off to sleep.

"Kevin you need to get ready for church." Dad called into my room.

"Five more minutes, Dad." I mumbled, turning to the wall and pulling my
pillow over my head.

I honestly did not know why we went to church, it sucked. I would be
shuffled off with the teenagers for teen class and Xander would be with the
littler kids. I would daydream while the older boys would through random
objects at me, pencil erasers and spit wads mostly. I ignored them and just
put up with it. The Youth pasture droned on and eventually stopped the boys
who were teasing me.

"Now guys, it is time to reflect on last week and pray for next week,"
Pasture Bob shushed, "Brother Raymond please lead us."

Ray seemed to go on forever asking for forgiveness for picking on his
sisters and prayed that he would be kinder next week. I asked for
forgiveness for messing with Alexander and Kyle, jacking Jon off, wanting
my dad to touch me and constantly thinking about naked boys while I jacked
off. I thanked God for sperm and the good feeling that came with it. I
promised to be better next week and to think about girls when I jacked off.

"Amman."

The rest of the day was like any other Sunday. Xander and me begged for
McDonalds after church and we got peanut butter and jelly when we were
home. We got scolded for not changing when Xander dribbled jelly down his
white shirt, we changed. Dad watched sports, drank beer and yelled at the
TV. Xander went next-door to play with Jimmy. Me? I sat in my room and
watched Nic Teen wishing I had my own game consol. Ned's Declassified
School Survival Guide came on I instantly got interested because I really
liked the kid who played Ned, his real name is Devin something. I softly
closed my door and slipped my shorts and boxers down. I studied everything
about the boy tuning out the other actors and not paying attention to the
plot. I rubbed my dick fast rolling my balls with my free hand. Then I
started to seriously jack off imaging me and Devin sucking each other's
dick.

"Oh yes, Devin this one is for you!" I panted, shooting my cum!

As I recovered I felt like shit, he was an actor! Why was I like this? I
cleaned up and pulled on my shorts and vans without socks. I ran out of the
front door with my dad hollering at me about where I was going. I did not
know. My skateboard was my escape. Alone with the wind in my face I cried,
I cried hard. It was freaking hot and the skate park was empty, thankfully
empty. I sat at the picnic table under the only shade and stared out into
space. Snot dripped from my nose and tears dried on my face before they
could drip.

"I'm sorry Xander, I am so fucking sorry!" I cried, "I love you Xander!"

There was no one to hear me cry and plead but it helped a little. I flew
off the jumps and grinded my heart out crying all the while. Finally I was
done. I listened the wheels of my board roll on the street as I went back
home, the drone was comforting somehow. Dad was asleep on the couch, the
coffee table holding a half dozen empty beer cans. I looked at the clock
and saw it was only 3:15.

"Great, Dad." I mumbled.

This only made me feel worse, worse until I heard Xander and Jimmy banging
around in the kitchen. I could feel the joy and excitement build as I
listened to the little guys raid the refrigerator.  Jimmy's voice was high
and shrill, I loved it. But why did I love it? I never really paid any
attention to the boy half my little brother's age before. Now I was holding
my breath so I could hear him better. I had to see them. I busted the
little guys with ice cream and milk in the kitchen.

"What are you guys up to?" I beamed at the little boys caught in the act.

"We are having ice cream, Kev," Xander peeped with a brown circle of
chocolate around his lips, "I asked Dad."

"Right what did he do, snore that it was okay?" I laughed, "I'm going to
get some too. You guys want to watch SpongeBob in my room?"

I leaned up against the kitchen counter enjoying the boys eating their
treat, legs dancing freely as they sat at the table. There it was again,
that weird tingly feeling inside of me. Jimmy was so cute! I studied the
small boy, his short curly black hair, his cute little ears sticking out,
amazing big brown eyes with long lashes, his little cargo shorts, the tiny
lump in the front, his tattered little red sneakers, laces hanging untied
that held his small feet. His kicking thin dark brown legs were amazing. My
dick swelled as I took in his supple shins. He was small, really small. His
brown eyes were sparkling darting around as he chattered. Like my little
brother his rump was plump. His arms and legs were plump and short; his
tummy was round and stuck out a little. God, he was a beautiful little
black boy! Why was I getting hard?

"Let's go to Kev's room Jimmy." Xander mumbled his mouth full of his last
bite.

We put our bowls in the sink and wiped off the table. Then I followed the
boys down the hall my eyes glued on their shirtless backs right where they
dipped into their shorts. I did not know how but I needed to kiss and smell
Jimmy's soft dark skin. My dick was pushing hard against my shorts
struggling against the fabric, fully hard. I stopped in the bathroom and
steadied myself against the sink gasping for air. I reached into my shorts
and adjusted my hard shaft finding the tip slick and wet.

"What the freak is wrong with me?" I sighed looking into the reflection of
my eyes for answers.

I rinsed a washcloth with warm water, took a deep breath and made my way to
my bedroom.  Xander was standing a few feet from the TV talking to the
cartoon, so cute! Jimmy was sitting on my bed concentrating on the
SpongeBob action. I knelt down by Jimmy just taking the beauty of the
boy. I lifted his sticky hand and gently washed it, the boy never even
acknowledged my rubbing. His palm was light brown and his fingernails were
pink underneath. I kissed the back of his hand before I placed it in his
lap and reached for the other one. I loved the bits of grit under his
fingernails and I imagined the little guy playing with toy cars in the
dirt. I could not help myself; I pulled his hand towards me and sucked on
his middle fingers. The residue of chocolate ice-cream made his fingers
sweet and tasty. Jimmy giggled and wiggled his miniature fingers in my
mouth. Reluctantly I let his hand go and turned my attention to his face
decorated with dried chocolate ice-cream.  I softly whipped his face with
the wash cloth watching his incredible brown eyes shift and move as I
mopped his head. His mouth was open, his tongue making random passes on his
full lips before retreating exposing his tiny white teeth. His flat little
nose got a tweak before I sat back to appreciate my hard work and the
beauty of the boy that had been hiding under the mess that had been on his
face. God, he was beautiful. Why didn't I notice how amazing he was before
today? I leaned in and kissed his cheek, and then I nibbled his ear. He
scrunched up his shoulder and wiggled away squirming.

"Stop it." Jimmy giggled.

I sat next to him pretending to be watching the TV, heart pounding! Slowly
I started rubbing Jimmy's knee, thigh, then between his legs.  He did not
even seem to notice as he concentrated on the cartoon. I held my breath
rubbing his soft shorts right between his legs pressed into his immature
crotch. I advanced softly touching the small lump in his shorts. He shifted
away but my hand followed him. It was like I was somebody else, outside of
myself watching. I swallowed hard pulling him onto my lap. He squirmed and
wiggled at first but then he settled back resting his head on my chest and
shoulder. His bare back on my shirtless chest was amazing and warm. I
rubbed my cheek on his soft hair taking in the overwhelming and awesome
smell of the boy. My hands slid up and down his chest, under his arms, over
his arms and I played in his belly button. The only response I got was him
snuggling in tighter. Xander and Jimmy talked about the cartoon during the
commercials as if I was not even holding the boy stroking his body. His
hair felt incredibly soft against my lips as I kissed the back of his
head. I had this really weird feeling as I stroked the boy in my lap and
studied the movements of my brother. My brother did not even acknowledge me
stroking up and down on Jimmy. They just kept going on about
SpongeBob. Both boys turned their full attention back to the TV as soon as
their show was back on. Jimmy shifted back on top of my hard on. He wiggled
his bottom until he found a good fit. I was beside myself. I knew I should
not be rubbing on Jimmy but I could not stop. But after all the kid was
just sitting on my lap and I was only rubbing his tummy. Then I moved my
fingers to his waist band rubbing it along with the tender skin of his
tummy just under. I fully rubbed his stomach playing more in his tight
belly button before rubbing back at his waist band. I took a deep breath
and continued. He was fully relaxed and seemed to like what I was doing. He
was not ticklish at all, I loved it. Then I started rubbing over the front
of his shorts biting my lower lip. I felt a bead of sweat roll down from my
temple and we were damp between us. I gently moved to the snap on Jimmy's
shorts, easy.  I felt the fabric relax spreading open as I lowered his
zipper. I held my breath, what was I doing? He squirmed a little when I
rubbed the soft cartoons that covered his tiny tool hidden by his
briefs. My heart was sure to explode as I felt the little spike grow ever
so slightly. He shifted again; I realized he must have felt my dick
pressing uncomfortably into his butt. I slipped my hand back to the waist
band of his briefs ready to advance inside. I closed my eyes and took his
intoxicating smell deep into my lungs. I hesitated with just the tip of my
middle finger under the elastic band that kept me from his boy treat, my
treat! This was it.

"What the?" Dad slurred from the living room, kicking the coffee table
causing the empty beer cans to hit the floor.

I pushed Jimmy off my lap in a panic and dashed for my doorway listening to
the commotion of Dad waking up still drunk. What if he came into my bedroom
and found Jimmy's pants open? This was messed up, fuck I was messed up. Why
would I want to mess with a little kid, shit I am thirteen?

"But Dad said it was okay to explore with other boys." I hissed trying to
convince myself it was okay.

I went to the living room happy to leave the two boys behind. Had I done
anything Jimmy he could tell on me? Fuck, what was I thinking? No it was
okay, I didn't really play with his dick making it hard. Or did I, shit!

"Man, I am such a fuck up!" I hushed under my breath.

I went to the kitchen and got three Cokes. When I went back into my bedroom
Jimmy gave me a weird look but not a bad look. Then he smiled slightly and
I felt better. He had snapped his shorts with the fly still gaping open. I
handed the two boys each a Coke getting a big smile from both of them. I
knew they would get tummy aches after the ice-cream and milk but I needed
some bribes. I pulled Jimmy's zipper up and squeezed his soft
shoulder. With a sigh of relief I went to the living room. Dad was sitting
up and seemed somewhat confused. I sat on the other end of the couch and
started to flip through the channels. Dad fought his way out of his
t-shirt. I studied his muscular arms enjoying his movements. His pits were
hairy and damp, his chest smooth. I could smell beer and sweat, I like how
my dad smelled but the beer was kind of nasty.

"I think I'm going to lay down for a while," Dad yawned, "You okay with
Alexander?"

"I'm fine Dad, go lay down." I sighed, smiling.

My dad stumbled and staggered down to his room. I jumped up to help
him. The break from Xander and Jimmy gave me the chance to get over my need
to mess with either of them, especially Jimmy. That was just messed up! Dad
sat on his bed and flopped back into it as I shut his bedroom door. He was
barefoot and I lifted his foot to examine it. After all he was passed
out. I liked his feet. There were these little hairs on his toes and a
little on the top. I sniffed his pink size elevens and only found the smell
of sweaty feet, I liked the way my dad's feet smelled. I helped him get on
top of his bed and then decided to take his pants off. My heart started
racing as I slowly undid Dad's belt, I paused. Then I reached for the
button at the top of his zipper. I froze as he shifted and groaned.  I
noticed a small, almost invisible trail of dark red hair the seemed to come
out of his belly button and dip into his shorts. Why had I not noticed
before? I could hear and feel every click as I lowered his zipper. I had to
tug hard on his shorts to get them off; he did not help at all. I studied
his body and wondered if I would look the same when I grew up. His thighs
were creamy white and his shins were tan with a light dusting of hair. His
boxers were small and the fly gaped open a little. I undid the button on
the middle of the fly and they gaped open more. It was dark in where his
dick was hiding and the smell was strong, I was lost in it. I watched my
shaky fingers spread his fly and I saw his shaft resting in the dark red
hair that snuggled it. He groaned and smacked his lips, I held him on his
back not letting him roll over. I knew he could wake up at any time so I
had to get my feel fast. I reached into his boxers through the gaping
opening. It was surprisingly warm and soft there. It was also very
irresistible; I had to fish his wiener out! I pulled and he shifted as his
limp noodle appeared. I held it gently rolling it in my fingers, amazing. I
knew he would beat the heck out of me if he knew what I was doing! I
stroked his shaft, nothing. I leaned in and smelled his mushroom I had just
rolled out of his foreskin.

"Yikes!" I gasped quietly. "It stinks, yuck!"

I rolled his soft member in my fingers hoping he would get hard but not
wake up. I pulled back on his skin and enjoyed the weight. My eyes widened
and my heart pounded as I felt Dad's flesh stretch and as it grows in my
fingers. I slowly slide his foreskin enjoying the huge red glistening
mushroom that would pop out on the down stroke.  Suddenly Dad groaned and
shifted reaching to scratch his balls, I froze! His hand came to rest up
against my hand that was still holding his shaft. I started to tremble and
sweat was pouring out of me. I was gasping trying to catch my breath! His
heavy pole started its retreat and soon was limp and soft but still in my
grip. He moved again and he wrapped his fingers around mine grunting and
licking his lips, I was his prisoner. He started to snore softly and I had
to escape, at least his dick was not hard if he woke up. I reached for his
arm with my free hand and took a deep breath as I wrapped my fingers around
his wrist. Ever so slowly I moved his arm. His fingers slipped from my hand
and I released his dick. I rested his arm down at his side and then I
gently returned his limp dick inside of his boxers. Quickly and silently I
rushed to my bedroom thankful that the boys had moved to the living room! I
dove under my covers and could still smell Jimmy in them. God, I want the
kid so badly!

"Why am I doing this?" I cried heavily into my pillow, "No more, ever!"

I punched my head several times as I sobbed not really hurting
myself. Eventually I got it together a little bit. I peeked out and watched
Hook that was playing on my TV, a good distraction. My eyes became heavy; I
was exhausted for some reason. I fell asleep.

"Le Kev, Dad says you need to get up and take a shower." Xander chirped
climbing in bed with me, a towel around his waist.

I stretched and yawned. Xander poked his finger into my gaping mouth
giggling. I sat up and tickled my brother a little watching my pillow get
wet from his freshly washed hair. I had slept all day and night till
Monday, shit. I sighed in relief because I did not even have the temptation
to reach into Xanders towel. He looked so sweet and beautiful. I rubbed his
cheek with the back of my hand. God, I loved my little brother!

"What?" Xander giggled.

"Nothin', Kiddo." I smiled tweaking his nose, "I'll take my shower before
school."

"Kev, t is Monday morning." Xander laughed, opening his towel to show me
his hard little spike.

"What the heck let me have that towel." I joked tickling my little
brother's balls.

I pulled Xander's towel from under his butt as he giggled and squirmed, his
little dink bobbing about. I wrapped his towel around my waist and headed
down the hall as a naked little boy dashed past me. My little brother was
so cute, born to be naked!

"Hey Kev, sorry about yesterday," Dad sighed, coming up behind me, "I am
such a light weight!"

My dad massaged my shoulders as I padded down the hall. I turned right into
the bathroom and he went left into the kitchen, Kyle made Ninja moves down
at the end of the hall. Ninja moves were awesome when a naked little boy
does them.  I turned on the shower and steam filled the small bathroom. I
climbed into the shower and backed up against the warm spray. The effect
was immediate! I looked down and pointed my hard dick up releasing my
bladder. I pushed the piss out hard. The stinky warm liquid splashed onto
my face and into my open mouth. I blinked my eyes open as my piss
subsided. I watched the last dribbles of piss run down my shaft and the
open piss slit come to close, fresh yellow drops falling from my face. I
turned around and washed my face giggling. It was nasty but I liked my
secret pee play.  I swallowed what little piss was in my mouth before
rinsing it out.

"Sweet!" I whispered, proud of myself.

As I finished washing my hair the water came on in the sink. As usual when
I took a morning shower Xander would be brushing his teeth and fixing his
hair.  I stepped out and grabbed the towel Xander and I had shared.  I
watched my brother hum, dance and squirm as he combed his hair different
ways. I had only one way, however I could get it to stay down. I smiled at
him and his reflection smiled back. His movements were so cute. He was
wearing a clean pair of cargo shorts and slip on red Vans, adorable.

"Make sure you put some socks on or you feet will stink-a-roo, Xander." I
sighed kissing his cheek before heading back to my room.

"I'm starting your toaster waffle Kev," Dad sang from the kitchen, "hurry
up."

Before I knew it I was walking the crowded halls of my middle school happy
to be invisible. I looked out of my English class window seeking out Kyle,
nothing. I could hear the usual chatter and abandoned my efforts before the
bell rang.

"Hey Kev," Jon smiled at me.

"Oh hi!" I stuttered nervously, beaming from ear to ear.

My heart sank as I watched him pull his chair away to where the cool kids
were. I dug in my backpack as the bell rang pulling my book and homework
out. Mr. Dunlap passed the rows looking over everyone's shoulder. My heart
raced when he stopped behind me! What was he doing? Then his sausage sized
fingers squeezed my shoulder.

"Page 237 class; Alison start reading."  Mr. Dunlap barked, walking away
from me.

As usual I was fumbling with my back pack when the bell rang finally ending
my hated English class. I slung it over one shoulder and headed for the
door. Mr. Dunlap stepped in front of me. I came to a quick stop and looked
up at him.

"I don't want to be late Mr. Dunlap." I peeped.

"Are you getting along okay, Kev?" The giant man asked running his fingers
through my hair, "I can help you after school with your home work if you
want. We could even go to my house."

"Thanks, I'll let you know Sir."

Mr. Dunlap squatted down as he pushed the door closed. I trembled as he
slipped his hand under my shirt, pulling me in and hugging me. I did not
hug back. He smelled like garlic and aftershave and all I wanted was to be
free of him! His big hand was rubbing my back as he held me then his
fingers worked into the back of my pants and his middle finger slipped down
my crack. I was scared to death! What did he want?

"Like I said I can help you out, Kev." Mr. Dunlap hissed, his hand slipping
further over my butt cheeks.

"Thank you, can I go now?" I squeaked, escaping the man.

The hall was nearly empty as I ran to my next class; the bell rang. I burst
through the door and caught the attention of everyone. I could feel my face
turn red and some of the kids giggled. Then my heart jumped, Kyle! He was
at the same table as last time and I joined him fast. Mrs. Jackson just
grinned sweetly at me, no questions about why I was late. I sat down by
Kyle and we smiled at each other.

"Get comfortable Kev," Mrs. Jackson sighed, "take your shoes off, Honey."

I pushed my shoes off with my feet and Kyle and me started our foot play
hidden from view. His beautiful green eyes were sparkling and clear. I
loved his sweet smile and those cute freckles, fuck! We quickly stopped our
game of footsie when Mrs. Jackson came our way.

"This week class we will be learning from the Masters of Modern Art. You
will also learn from each other. I have scanned your amazing pieces from
last week and each of you will have the chance to let the art move your
heart."

Great, all I wanted to do was draw and play with Kyle under the table. The
teacher put on a movie with classical music as images of artwork scrolled
through the scene. It was kind of cool but the best thing was that the room
was nearly dark so we could see the projection better. As we watched Kyle's
feet found my lap and mine found his. I loved his feet, so small and they
smelled amazing. His shins had a nice curve and I could not help but get
hard when I rubbed him. Neither of us noticed Mrs., Jackson floating behind
us.

"Get lost in the beauty." Mrs. Jackson sang.

"Look boobs!" George gasped.

"Class no outburst, it is art!" Mrs. Jackson scolded.

"No, it is a tit!" Conner snickered.

"That is quite enough!" Mrs. Jackson scolded.

Kyle and me dropped our feet to the floor knowing that from where she was
Mrs. Jackson saw us messing around for sure. Then she squatted down between
us and rubbed our shoulders.

"Okay little Sweeties, go to the class computers and log on to view the
artwork. Use the happy faces to let us know how you feel about each one."

"You want us to grade the art?" I asked confused, why us?

"No cutie," Mrs. Jackson smiled, tweaking my nose, "uses the happy or sad
face to show how the art makes you feel."

Kyle and me reluctantly made our way to the computers and started to look
at the other kid's art, stupid. But Kyle seemed to get into it, he was so
cute.

"This is lame." I whispered nudging Kyle.

"I like this one." Kyle sighed in a whisper.

I looked at Kyle's screen and there was a drawing of a little boy and girl
hugging, sad faced and tears in their eyes.  Kyle clicked the medium sad
face.  Mine came up next, the picture I drew of Kyle and Xander with the
puppies. He clicked the biggest happy face choice, he blushed a little. And
so it went, I really tried to let my feelings flow but to tell you the
truth most of it caused nothing inside of me to feel anything. I finished
fast and was sent back to my seat. Two more kids came and went before Kyle
was finished. When he came back to our table he moved his chair around next
to me and sat leaning into me as we watched the movie. When the CD was done
he sat up so no one would see him resting up against me. I missed him right
away. The lights came up and we got our back packs just as the bell rang.

"See you after sixth period?"

"For sure, Kev!" Kyle chirped, dashing down the hall.

Once again my day ended in pain, P.E. class. Fuck I hated it, on top of
everything else we were running laps with the athletic class. I felt like
crap and some of the boys teased us because the dweeb class of boys worked
out with the girls. I had to find a way to get out of P.E. altogether. Then
it happened, I tripped on my untied shoelace. The track was hard and I felt
the red clay grinding into my hands and knees as I scraped into it. I just
wanted to die as the laughter rang out and although the pain coming from my
scraped body was intense the pain of embarrassment was worse!

"Kev, are you alright!" Jon screamed, dashing to me.

"I'm fine!" I snapped. "Leave me alone."

Jon was the first to get to me followed by Ms. Miller, my coach. He helped
me up and brushed the dirt from me.

"Ouch!" I cried as Jon wiped the grit from my knee.

"Man that was a bad fall, Kev." Jon comforted.

"Here Jonathon, take my key and go into the gym. There is a first aid kit
in the office. Thank you, Sweetie"

"Don't worry Coach; I will take care of my clumsy Bud!" Jon smiled.

Jon held onto me helping me limp to the locker room. He was hot and sweaty
and although I felt stupid for tripping I was glad that Jon came to my
rescue; just being with him made me felt funny, a very good funny. The
locker room felt weird with just the two of us and every sound echoed.  I
could even hear the water dripping in the shower. Even empty it smelled
like sweaty boys and dirty socks. I loved the way boy's locker rooms
smelled.

"Where is your locker Kev?"

"I got it, thanks."

"Come on Kev, let me help you." Jon whispered, "Let's get you washed up so
I can see the damage."

Jon, still holding me helped me the rest of the way to my locker. He
disappeared as I fucked with the combination lock, eventually getting it
open. When I turned around Jon was standing there naked with our towels in
hand. I smiled at him and sat down to take my gym shoes off.

"You just sit there I'll do the rest Kev."

As usual with Jon it was pointless to argue with him. He slowly and
carefully pulled my shoes off massaging my feet as he went for my socks. He
smiled as he tugged on them. I could smell my feet and Jon's face was just
inches away from them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath all the
while his fingers worked my feet. With a silly grin on his face he stood
and helped me out of my gym shirt. He pressed the sweaty shirt into his
face before setting it down next to me. His hands rubbed my sides and he
worked them under my arms. He pulled up slightly.

"Stand up."

I rose as he lifted me; this was becoming more than just one boy helping
another boy. It was getting scary, what if we got caught? But we were not
doing anything. So why did I feel like we were?  Jon squatted in front of
me and pulled my shorts down startling me. He was being careful about my
bleeding knees. Jon lifted each of my feet pulling my blue gym shorts
free. Now I was starting to freak out! He leaned in and smelled the front
of my jock strap; my swollen dick filled jock strap.

"What are you doing?" I panicked, backing off.

"Just curious, Kev." Jon smiled as he stood up. "Let's hit the shower so I
can see if you need a bandage."

Jon turned and walked away and I followed like I was in some sort of
trance. He had these cute little dimples on his bottom that made me
smile. I reached down and tugged on my dick a little.

"Shit." I whispered to myself.

Realizing I still had my jock on I pealed out of it fast and tossed it in
the general direction of my locker. Then I dashed to join Jon. He took me
by the hand and eased me into the spray. First he washed the grit from my
palms, gently rubbing, lifting each for a soft kiss, I was confused but I
loved it.

"All better now Kev, my Mom used to kiss my hurts." Jon giggled.

"Thanks." I chirped, my voice cracking.

Jon got some more soap and squatted in front of me, his face just inches
from my dick. God, I was nervous as heck a being in the school locker room
with Jon washing me but this was incredible. I closed my eyes in
anticipating of him sucking my dick. But why would he? I realized that I
was getting hard!

"Your knees are scraped up all kinds, Kev." Jon sighed.

He gently picked grit out of my torn skin. The break in silence kind of
brought me back to earth. Suddenly he stood and put his hands on my
shoulders with a big grin and a sparkle in his eyes.

"I think you will live." Jon joked.

With that he went two showers down and started washing himself. What the
fuck was that all about? I thought for sure he wanted to mess with me and
boy did I want to mess with him. Was I wrong about everything? I tilted my
head back into the water and let it flow over my face. My partial erection
faded as I tried to figure out what just happened.

"Sally said the Alison thinks you are cute, Kev." Jon peeped out of know
where.

"I look stupid; you don't have to fuck with me." I glared.

"Hey Man, I'm just sayin'." Jon said as irritated as I was.

"Well I don't like her." I huffed turning my back to Jon.

Why was he brining up girls, five minutes ago he was washing my hands and
even kissed my palms. I was half hard the whole time! I just wish I did not
get all stupid around him. Why did he do this to me? And what was it about
Jonathon A. fucking Siva that made me crazy? I jumped ad froze when I felt
his hands squeezing and massaging my shoulders. Shit he was right up close
behind me and his dick, his beautiful limp dick was randomly hitting my
butt. Then he pushed into me our bodies pressed together.

"You know what's stupid, Kev?" Jon whispered into my ear, "You don't even
know how amazing and cute you are."

Jon walked away, wrapped his towel around his waist and went to the
athletic boy's locker room.  I should have just played along but no, I had
to be an Ass Hole. The bell rang for the P.E. class to come in and slowly
the place started to fill with boys. I got dressed and headed out, fuck
school was finally over!

"Hey Kev, wait up!" Jon shouted running up to me.

"What? I thought we were not studying this afternoon!" I barked.

I watched the big smile fall from Jon's face and he came to a stop. All I
got from him was a confused look as he turned and walked the other way. My
heart sank and I felt the tears welling up inside of me. What was wrong
with me, a cool kid actually wanted to be my friend and I was a jerk. Kyle
chattered as we walked home, all I could think about was Jon even when Kyle
slipped his small hand into mine. I felt sick and though I might throw up.

"Come on Kev; let's go to my room." Kyle begged pulling me onto his porch.

"What about Charlie?"

"He is not here, his bike is gone."

"Okay, but I can't stay. I need to get Xander from school."

"I just need to change, can I come with you?" Kyle asked knowing what my
answer would be.

Once again I was following my new little Bud into his messy house. I felt
much better, warm and safe with the little kid, he was just what I needed
and was a welcome distraction after a fucked up day. He randomly pealed out
of his clothes as he went on about art class. A shoe here a shoe there, his
t-shirt hung on a free door knob, his socks flung randomly. He stopped in
his doorway and shook his amazing little butt as he wiggled his briefs down
grinning at me over his shoulder. My dick grew fast at the sight of his
creamy whit ass and adorable smile.

"Come on Kev, let's play really fast." Kyle hissed.

I ran and scooped up the kid pushing my shoes off as we landed on his never
made bed. He pulled at my t-shirt as I worked out of my shorts and
boxers. I tickle fight was in order.

I'll get you, Kev!" Kyle cheered his wiggling fingers in my ribs.

I retaliated tickling hard into his pits. We were squealing and laughing so
fucking hard it hurt. Exhausted we came to rest tangled together with our
dicks pressed together. Our mood changed and I stroked his cheek with the
back of my hand as I was lost in the green eyes of my amazing friend. His
smile was sweet and he had an intriguing look on his face like he was
looking inside of me. The stench of this filthy seat soaked sheets was
making me hunger for the boy. Without thinking I leaded in and kissed him!
What the fuck was I doing? I didn't think I liked tongue kissing but I was
first to push mine into his welcoming mouth. After a tongue tangle he
pulled back a little.

"Sweet, Kev." Kyle hissed before thrusting his tongue back into my wanting
mouth.

Kyle reached around my back and head and held me there as his tongue poked
into my mouth. Yikes! After a brief freak out I relaxed and played the
tongue kissy game, I liked it now! As we tongue kissed we humped and my
pre-cum was making the space between our dicks slippery and the feeling,
shit! Faster and harder we humped. We were gasping for air and the groans
coming from the little boy were not little at all. I wanted to slow down
and make it last but I couldn't. My dick would push hard between his leg
and nut bag before sliding deliberately into his dick!

"Here try this." Kyle gasped.

I don't know how he got his hand between us but he pushed my dick down so I
was fucking him between his legs. Now I was sliding under his balls, up
over his pucker and up his crack. He reached under himself and pushed me
hard into his crack. It had to hurt him as I thrust at his back door unable
to enter!

I can't hold it any longer, Kyle!" I cried out, my cum blasting him between
his legs and into his pucker.

"Oh yes, Kev." Kyle giggled, "You gushed up my butt!"

I knew I was smashing the much smaller boy but all I could do is lay on top
of him in a sweaty heap, catching my breath. That is when I realized the
head of my dick was inside of his butt, yuck! He was rubbing up and down my
back, his small fingers dancing on my skin. When he rolled my butt cheeks
he pushed down as if he wanted more, I slipped in more. It was hot and
unfamiliar inside of the boy. I wanted out!  I managed to lift myself and
looked into his sparkling green eyes the whites pure and innocent. He
giggled as my dick an inch inside of him popped out.

"Okay Kyle, your turn," I hissed into his ear.

I licked my way down his salty skin spending a lot of time on the buds of
his nipples. God, he was delicious and his soft moans were driving me
crazy. I licked his sweet deep belly button, kissed it and went further. I
gently kissed and licked all around his throbbing little pole. He giggled
when I tickled his nut sack with my fingers. He was sticky from my dick
juice. I swallowed hard as I swiped over his goo covered pucker. Then I
pushed my finger into his hot little hole taking his dick into my mouth.

"Oh Kev, that feels amazing." Kyle hissed as I fingered his butt hole while
I sucked his pecker.

"You are amazing, Buddy." I huffed lustfully.

I flinched at the flavors saturating my finger as I tasted the contents of
Kyle butt coated with my cum. Even though it was kind of nasty I dipped my
finger deeply into his clenching hole for taste after taste sucking my
finger clean each time all the while jerking his ridged spike. I was
thrusting my rigid member into his bed hard and fast as Kyle twisted and
squirmed under my devouring attack. I felt my second round of cum starting
to swirl deep inside of me but I had to get this horny kid off first. I
rolled his useless tiny balls in my fingers, poked around up his butt,
jerked his hot staff and sucked the shit out of him. I could tell he was
close, just like me. I had memorized every inch of his shaft, foreskin and
piss slit with my tongue. He got ridged, squeaking and grabbed my hair. He
thrust forward sinking his pulsating dick as far as he could into my
loving, sucking mouth. He spent his dry load hard. Then I exploded in my
second cum. There was not much wet cum but my dick gave his dirty sheets as
much as it could. It was an amazing nearly dry cum. He pushed me off of him
and I came up next to him resting the side of my head into his. We didn't
say a word letting the moment swirl around in our minds.

We both sat straight up as slow clapping and cigarette smoke filled the
heavy air. I quickly pulled the sheet over us the best I could and trembled
in fear.

"Well, well, well what do we have here; a couple of Fagot lovers?" Charlie
taunted.



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Well part three, what do you think? I love that a few of you shared some
personal stuff and that I was able to share from my childhood too. Please
share more. I also like feedback on the story and especially if it makes
you Randy, thank you Paul. I try to answer all comments (unlike some
authors) so please write me even if you have not written and author before,
it means a lot. Your fantasies or past experiences are awesome to read
about!