Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:06:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kung Fu Humping Ch. 5

This story involves sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't
your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do
something else.  Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any
specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental.

Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed
for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments
by yours truly to others who think like me.

~Mark

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The following Saturday, Logan and I were over at my place. We were goofing
off a bit and watching some TV in the family room. We were watching some
sports show on ESPN, and at one point it was talking about a bunch of
swimmers at a competition.

"Wow, look at that body," Logan muttered at one point, though not too
loudly, as my mom was in the kitchen.

"I know," I replied quietly, though I was looking at Logan rather than the
TV. "What a head of hair! He's sure a hunk!"

"Huh?" Logan asked (since the swimmer was wearing one of those swimming
caps), looking at me before he realized I was talking about him instead of
the swimmer. He smiled and looked a bit embarrased.

"Okay, guys," my mom said, "I've got to run some errands. Behave while I'm
gone."

"What?" I said, pretending to look aghast. "Logan and me, not behave?"

"You know what I mean," she said, heading towards the garage. "Justin, your
brothers are over at the Sorensens. They'll be home in a while, so don't go
anywhere," she told me, referring to my two younger brothers, Tanner (age
10) and Evan (age 7).

"All right, Mom," I said.

We heard the car pull out a bit later. After waiting for a few minutes, I
quietly reached over and started rubbing Logan's crotch. He tried to
consentrate on the TV, but wasn't having too much success. After a couple
of minutes, I unfastened his pants and stuck my hand down his boxers and
started fondling his dick and balls. By then, Logan was breathing hard and
clutching the edge of the couch.

"I thought your mom told us to behave," he managed to get out.

"I am behaving...just like a gay teenage boy who's sitting next to his
boyfriend in an empy house," I told him.

Logan stared at me with wide eyes (as well as he could, anyway, considering
the fact that I was still playing with his dick and balls). It dawned on me
a moment later that even though we were two guys who were having sex with
each other and had said we were boyfriends, it was the the first time
either of us had specifically refered to ourselves as being gay.

"So," I said after a few moments, "am we just going to sit here with my
hand down your pants, or are we going to go farther?"

Logan started pulling off his shirt and undershirt, and I took my hand out
of his boxers so I could start getting undressed as well. Clothes were
quickly shed and dropped on the floor. I finished stripping first, and
while I watched Logan get out of his pants and proceed to grab the top of
his boxers, I thought back to the last time we'd had sex, and had an idea.

When Logan dropped his boxers and stepped out of them, I said, "Get on your
hands and knees on the floor."

He did so, and I knelt down behind him. Grabbing my dick, I got it pointed
in the right direction, and proceeded to start pushing it into his
butthole. I was quickly inside him. I wrapped my arms around his hips as I
started moving my hips back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of
Logan. I closed my eyes as a moan escaped my lips – I decided doing it
doggy style was great, no matter which end you were on! Logan, already
really turned on from when I'd played with his dick and balls earlier,
didn't last very long, and ejaculated soon afer I entered him. I lasted for
a few more minutes before I came into him.

We stayed in that position, breathing hard. Suddenly we heard the front
door open and shut, and two sets of feet running in our direction. Logan
raised himself up onto his knees as we looked up, horrified, to find Tanner
and Evan running in. They came to a screeching halt when they saw us,
getting a full frontal view of Logan's nude body.

"Whoa!" Tanner said.

I quickly stood up, my dick sliding out of Logan's butt. "Come here, guys,"
I said to my brothers, and they came over. "Do you know what Justin and I
were doing?" I asked them.

"Yeah," Evan said. "You were humping!"

"It's what two people do when they love each other," Tanner added.

"That's right," I said. "But when we do it, it's something we don't go
around telling just anyone about. It's something that's very personal. So
Logan and I would very much appreciate it if you two keep quiet about what
you saw, all right?"

Both nodded, and I said, "Thanks, guys! You're the greatest!"

As they headed off to their bedrooms, I went back over next to Logan, and
he started pulling his clothes back on while I just gathered mine up, as I
wanted to take a shower before getting dressed again.

"Well, that was embarrasing," I said after a few moments of silence.

"You have no idea," he muttered. "My parents might be fine about me
being...gay, if my Uncle Tom ever finds out..."

"Don't worry about it," I said, remembering that his Uncle Tom was about as
anti-gay as you could get. "Tanner and Even will keep quiet about it."

"You sure?"

"Hey, they're my brothers, remember? I've known them their whole lives."

"All right," he finally said.

I walked him to the front door, and before he left I gave him a kiss. At
first, he didn't seem to like it, which had me worried that our
relationship had just ended, but then he leaned into the kiss, which made
me think that things were going to be all right between us.

That night, I took the trash out, and wound up getting some mud on the
bottoms of my pant legs. Going inside, I took off my shoes and socks, and
headed towards my bedroom to change my pants. As I walked past Evan's
bedroom, I glanced in. He was laying in his bed, reading a book by the
light of the lamp on the stand next to his bed. He was looking rather down.

"Hey, you all right?" I asked him.

He glanced up at me for a moment with sadness in his eyes before returning
his gaze to his book. I glanced around to make sure our parents weren't
around, then went into Evan's bedroom and shut the door.

Sitting down on the bed next to Evan, I said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Really? Doesn't sound like nothing to me." After several moments of
silence, I said, "Hey, Evan, it's me here – Justin, your big
brother. The guy you said only last week that you wanted to be just like
when you grew up."

"I changed my mind," he mumbled. "You don't really love me."

"Now who told you that?" I asked.

"Tanner," he said. "Earlier today, when we walked in on you and Logan
humping. He said that when two people love each other, they hump. You've
never humped me."

I laughed for a few moments, then said, "You misunderstood what Tanner
said, little brother. There are many kinds of love out there. Yes, one kind
of love means that two people hump each other, like me and Logan. But
there's also what's called `brotherly love,' which is what's between you,
me, and Tanner. We love each other, but there's no humping involved. It's
like with ice cream – you love it, but you don't hump it, right?"

"Right!" he said, comprehension dawning.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm really jealous, though."

"Why?"

"Yours and Logan's dicks are bigger than mine, and you have lots of hair
down there."

"Hey, some day yours will be that big, too, and you'll have as much hair as
I've got."

"Cool," he said with a grin. After a moment, he said, "Will Logan ever want
to hump me? After all, we're not brothers, and he does seem to really like
me."

"He'd better not," I said with a laugh. "He's *my* boyfriend, and
boyfriends are only supposed to hump each other."

"Has Logan ever humped you in your butt?"

"Well, yeah. But remember what I said earlier about that being personal?"

"Oh, right, sorry."

"It's all right. Anything else?"

"Could you read more of `The Silver Chair' to me?" he asked.

"All right. Where is it?"

He set down the book he'd been reading onto the nightstand and grabbed
another one that was next to it. With "The Lion, the Witch, and the
Wardrobe" having come out a while back in movie theaters, and "Prince
Caspian" about to be released, the three of us brothers had been going
through the original book versions of "The Chronicles of Narnia." We'd
learned that the books were published in two different orders – the
original version (the order in which they were originally written and
published) and the "new" version (of chronological order within the overall
storyline). We'd decided to go with the original order, and were up to "The
Silver Chair," the (by the original ordering) fourth book in the series. I
was helping Evan go through it, as the reading level was a bit difficult
for the 7 year old to handle alone.

"Could you get into bed with me?" Evan asked. One of his favorite positions
as of late when I would read to him was to be curled up with me.

"All right," I said. "You mind if I change my pants, though? I've got mud
on the bottoms of them, and don't want to get mud in your bed."

"Why don't you just take them off in here?" Evan asked. "It's not like you
need pants on to read to me in bed."

At first I wanted to insist that I go into my bedroom and change them
first, but then realized that he did kind of have a point. And besides, it
wasn't like he had never seen me without pants on before (he had, after
all, just seen me stark naked not 5 hours before...).

Shrugging, I dropped my pants and draped them over Evan's desk chair and
crawled into bed with Even. He snuggled up next to me as I opened the book
to where we left off the last time I'd read to him and started. After a
while, he looked really drowsy, so I finished the chapter before putting
the bookmark back in it and setting the book back onto the stand.

"Now, go to sleep," I told him, giving him a quick kiss on the top of his
head, which was resting on my chest as the rest of his body was partially
draped over me.

"Could you stay here, just for a while?" he murmured.

"All right, but that means you go right to sleep. No using it as an excuse
to stay up half the night or anything like that."

"O.K.," he said, before yawning.

I reached over and turned the light off. Evan held me a little tighter, and
was soon sound asleep. I wondered how long I should wait before he was
asleep enough for me to be able to extract myself without waking him. I
leaned back into his pillow and closed my eyes for just a moment.

But, as you're probably guessing, it wound up being for more than just a
moment. I woke up some time later, and glanced over at the digital clock on
the stand by where "The Silver Chair" had been set down, and saw that the
time was 6:47 a.m.

Evan was still sound asleep, his head still on my chest and his left arm
draped limply across my body. I quietly moved out from under him, and
repositioned him so that his head was on his pillow. He stirred for a
moment, but didn't wake.

I grabbed my pants from off the chair, and quietly headed into my own
bedroom. While I'm sure that my parents would understand about us boys
sharing a bed (the three of us used to do that all the time in various
combinations when we were little), I didn't want to explain to them just
why my pants were off while doing so.