Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 20:59:53 -0700
From: Hunter <wolfpup@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Kyle's Ten Golden Rules (GAY / Young friends) chapter 25

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KYLE'S TEN GOLDEN RULES
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when my dad shook us awake.  "Get
up boys and pack some things." He told us when my eyes fluttered open and I
looked around.

It was dark outside indicating it was still very early in the morning, and
I looked over at the clock noticing it was four in the morning.  "What's
going on?" I asked my dad rubbing away the sleep from my eyes.

"I'll tell you during breakfast, but I need you boys to pack some things up
in you're carry on cases.  Enough for five or six days.  Hurry up and get
dressed then come down for something to eat.  I'll explain everything." My
dad stated smiling at us before getting up and walking out the door so we
could get up.

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Cruising at thirty thousand feet in the Embraer E175 two turbo fan jet
plane my head was beginning to droop downward as I tried to stave off
falling asleep.  After my dad woke us up earlier in the morning, I pulled
out some traveling cases trying to figure out what to pack for all of us,
but I was just baffled not knowing what was going on.  Instead, after
getting Mattie dressed, who seemed a bit better today, but still very
clingy and needy, I put on some clothes and headed downstairs with Evan and
Mattie in tow.

My dad announced he made arrangements for us to stay with Riley for a week
in Santa Cruz until he got back with Sage from recertification.  It had
stunned us, but he told us to hustle and just grab the carry on suitcases
and pack appropriately to get through the inspection gates.  If there was
anything we needed we could get it once we were at Riley's house.  We
didn't have a lot of time because our flight was leaving at seven in the
morning and we still had a long trip to get to the airport in Nashville so
my dad hustled us to get packed up.  Mrs. Prescott helped with her boys
since Mattie was still out of sorts.

My dad had to leave as well so gave us a hug and was off with Sage, while
we went and picked up Riley from his Aunt's house before heading to the
airport a good hour and a half away, which didn't give us a lot of time
once we got there to say our goodbyes.  We made it through baggage check
and hustled on to the plane.  Now as I sat there in my seat looking at the
information I noticed that we were seated in the Economy comfort section.
The plane seated a total of seventy six passengers with twelve in first
class, twelve in economy comfort, and the rest in economy class.  There was
a single aisle in the center all the way to the back.  In first class you
had one seat on the left and two on the right with a total four rows.  They
also had larger seats that were leather.  In our section, the economy
comfort we had two seats on both side of the plane, and three rows.  Our
chairs were the same as the regular economy ones on the plane, but they
seemed to recline more with just a bit more room too.  They weren't the
nice leather ones, but rather some sort of regular seat cover types.  There
was WI-FI and electronic device hookups so that was a nice upgrade on the
plane.

My dad had managed to get the four seats right behind the bulkhead allowing
us to sit in the same row and giving us a lot more room than the other
seats in our economy comfort section.  I was seated with Mattie on the
right side of the plane because he refused to be separated from me, and
Evan didn't seem to mind as he sat with Riley just across the aisle from
us.  We had an hour layover in Chicago, but we weren't going to be changing
planes so would be able to stay aboard instead of going through all the
hassle of disembarking and finding the correct departing gate.  In total it
was going to be about a seven hour long flight having us arrive around noon
in San Jose.  When my dad had told us it was going to be a seven hour
flight I had figured on arriving around two in the afternoon, but then
remembered there was a two hour time difference between California and
Kentucky, which makes sense with us arriving at noon Pacific Standard Time.

Now that we were up in the air and the seatbelt sign was off I unbuckled my
belt and reached over to do the same for Mattie who just sat there staring
at nothing in particular.  Sighing I just pulled up the armrest, grabbed
the two blankets and two pillows and tried to make things more comfortable
for the smaller boy.  Evan looked over at us a bit concerned for his little
brother, but I smiled at him setting my curly haired guy at ease.

Wrapping the two pillows with one of the blankets I shoved them up against
the bulkhead leaning back and pulling Mattie towards me.  I put my left leg
up towards the back of the seat so that Mattie could slide between my legs
and lay back up against me.  I was now in a sort of reclining position with
my back up against the pillow supported wall and my legs stretched out on
the two seats with Mattie snuggled up and leaning against my chest.  I
spread out the blanket over the two of us and shoved my hands below the
warm fabric wrapping up the smaller boy in my arms.  It got nice and cozy
warm with us snuggled together like this and the smaller boy immediately
began to drowse, which is what I was hoping for.  The more sleep he got,
hopefully the more he would come out of his stupor.  Glancing over towards
Evan I saw that Riley and Evan were doing the same thing with the smaller
boy cuddling up in the surfer's arms.  I smiled at Evan glad that he was
getting cozy as well.

Mattie shifted around a little beneath the blanket trying to find a good
position as he lifted and contorted around a bit before settling back down.
I felt him reaching for my right hand before lowing it between his legs
making me just about choke.  He had shoved down his shorts and was pushing
my hand across his hard two inch penis which felt like a sweltering hot
moist pig in the blanket sausage treat.  His warm slightly hanging bell
with double clappers felt a bit damp as well when I ran my fingers across
them feeling the smaller boy tremble in my arms.  He relaxed and settled
back into me further closing his eyes.  Looking up I saw Evan smirking at
me knowingly giggling and whispering to Riley who just glanced at me and
sort of chuckled as well while he just made a jacking motion with his hand.
Rolling my eyes at them admonishingly, I slowly began to rub Mattie's
wrapped sausage snack with my thumb and two fingers.  I couldn't believe I
was doing this, but then again it seemed to comfort Mattie so for the time
being I didn't mind giving him some release.

We were safely concealed under the blanket and the people across diagonally
from us were already asleep.  The flight attendants were busy getting
things together up front in the first class section of the galley, so I
worked quickly hoping no one would find out what was going on.  I felt the
small boy stiffen up and start his flight into orbit as his body seemed to
shiver as if from a cold wind, yet he was roasting hot beneath the covers.
His orgasm seemed to last forever again as I continued to stroke him making
me start to worry someone just might catch on.  I saw the curtains
fluttering as if someone was going to come through, but sighed when nothing
happened.  Right after that Mattie seemed to slump into my arms and fade
off to sleep without a care in the world leaving me the task of pulling up
his shorts.

The rest of the flight was uneventful and Mattie slept through the entire
time not even waking up when we stopped in Chicago and people unloaded and
loaded back on to the plane.  About an hour or so before we landed, I
gently shook him awake to see if he needed something or had to go to the
bathroom.  He opened his eyes and they seemed to sparkle again with life
making me smile in relief.

"So how's my little soldier?" I asked him as he grinned recognizing our
little code concerning not only how he was doing, but also how his little
uniformed guy between his legs was doing.

Lifting up the blanket a little and shoving his hand down his shorts so he
could grab on to raincoat covered warrior, he looked up into my eyes and
whispered his first words since the incident at camp.  "Better." He
murmured softly before settling back down against me not saying anything
else as if he were still trying to find his way out of the fog.

It was a good sign though as I looked up and nodded my head to Evan who had
been watching us intently.  He breathed a sigh of relief and settled down
as well whispering to Riley who nodded his head understandingly and gave me
the thumbs up sign.  This was truly a step in the right direction, but I
could tell Mattie was still closed off from everything and everyone, but at
least he was making progress.  Maybe the open beaches and rolling waves of
Santa Cruz would help bring him out of his stupor.

Even though we managed to get some sleep on the plane we were still a bit
tired once we got off.  Riley's mom was waiting for us and gave him a big
hug.  I noticed another boy standing there as well, off to the side a bit
looking to be around ten years old.  He was kind of cute with a medium
build for his age and long thick dark blonde hair that hung jus above his
shoulders looking a bit straggly in a kind of adorable way.  His hair was
straight for the most part, but sort of curled wildly at the ends with some
long wisps of strands hanging over the front of his brown eyes.  I didn't
have a chance to look him over any further because I found myself engulfed
in Riley's mom's arms as she welcomed us to California.  Her subtle perfume
wafted around us lightly sort of reminding me of my own mom and Aunt Liz.
Why did women always smell so good? I wondered to myself.

She gave Evan a hug and stooped over towards Mattie who sort of flinched
and hung close to me.  He allowed her to hug him, but he sort of stood
there with his head down not really acknowledging her.  She smiled at him
and looked at me understandingly.  I was pretty sure my parents had
explained the situation to her.  In the meantime Riley seemed to have
walked up to the other boy and gave him a quick hug seeming to catch the
other kid by surprise, but who nevertheless hesitantly returned the hug.

"Well...it is finally so nice to meet you boys.  Riley's talked so much
about you that I feel I already know all of you.  I'm Ms. Dobson, Riley's
mom, or you can call me Mary, whatever is easiest for you." She told us
smiling with genuine warmth.  "This over here is Grant...Riley's little
brother." She introduced the long haired Californian boy.

Reaching out I bumped knuckles with the kid noticing the same deeply tanned
facial features of his older brother, typical of all Californians who run
around a lot under the warm sunshine.  The boy gave me a shy smile and his
brown eyes seemed to come alive before he looked over at Evan giving the
boy a knuckle bump as well.  Turning towards Mattie he held out his hand,
but Mattie just scooted over closer to me.  Grant looked up towards me
sympathetically while Riley wrapped his hand around his little brother and
gave him a quick squeeze, which seemed to elicit another surprised look
from the younger boy.

While Riley talked to his little brother it gave me a chance to check him
over real quick, and I saw Evan doing the same thing.  His clothing looked
a bit tattered, but not really old or anything, more like they got a lot of
use.  His white t-shirt with a jumble of black and silver lettering design
looked kind of cool on him and hung around his body loosely.  He was
wearing tight fitting dark gray black pants that was kind of beat up along
with a pair of Fallen shoes that appeared to have flat rubbery soles.  The
only reason why I knew the brand was because it had the Fallen word logo on
top of the tongue that was clearly visible.  The shoes were also kind of
banged up and scuffed around the toes and edges of the shoes.  Other than
them being beat up I kind of liked the red and white striping design on
both sides of the shoes.

"It's alright Grant, he'll come around." Riley told his little brother.
"He's normally really...um...lovable and outgoing...but
because...well...remember I told you last night." Riley reminded his little
brother quietly not intending for it to be heard as he glanced towards
Mattie while the younger Californian boy looked over towards me and smiled
warmly as he nodded his head to his brother remembering.

It was kind of strange because Riley had never mentioned anything about his
younger brother to us or if the boy had stayed with their Aunt as well
while his mom had surgery a couple of months ago.  Yet, if he had stayed
with their Aunt why wasn't he there the last day of camp and then later at
the house when we had the party.  I mean of course I didn't say much about
my folks either at camp, or my other friends and stuff, so maybe it wasn't
strange after all.

We piled into their older late 1970's VW Bay Window Transporter Bus Type II
model van with light blue paint, a white roof top, and a rack that had a
couple of older surfboards strapped to the top.  It had seen better days,
but seemed to drive just fine and was roomy with two bench seats.  It was
old, beat up, made lots of noises as it moaned, groaned, and seemed to fart
down the road, but when I thought about it I had to giggle thinking it was
perfect for a surfer type of lifestyle.  The more I thought about it the
more I was pretty sure they had gotten this vehicle because they needed the
extra room for Riley's surfing activities and probably couldn't afford
anything newer.  Thank goodness for the roominess though because with six
people in all now it got a bit too crowded for a smaller car.

The conversation was fairly casual as Ms. Dobson asked us the usual
questions about Kentucky like what the weather was like and how we enjoy
where we live.  Riley was very animated, but I noticed his little brother
was kind of quiet on the ride home yet seemed to listen to everything being
said around him.  I saw him glancing towards Mattie a few times and he even
reached over patting him on the arm in a sort of comforting and `it is all
right kind of way.'  Mattie seemed to notice and looked over for a second
before looking away leaning back towards me, and laying his head on my lap
closing his eyes.  Reaching down I ran my hand along his cheek, the one
that wasn't bruised.

Grant seemed to watch us closely and I thought I detected some teardrops,
but couldn't be sure because he turned away watching the landscape as we
drove by.  It really was a beautiful drive and before we knew it we had
entered into a small suburb that seemed a little older, but very clean and
neat nestled in the hilly area of the population.  A few minutes later and
we were pulling into their driveway along the left hand side of a small
cute looking A-frame cottage.  Riley's mom parked the car in an open small
carport right along the side of the house with a roof overhead for some
protection.  The small house wasn't big or fancy, but had a nice cozy
lived-in looking quality, and was painted yellow with nice white trim.  We
climbed the couple of steps onto the front wooden deck that led into the
front of the house.

Riley led us inside as we looked around in the small cozy space that seemed
a bit on the warm side as if the air conditioner barely worked.  As you
entered the front door on the left forward side of the house the living
room stretched off towards the back and to the right of the house
encompassing about an area of eleven feet from the door to the back wall
and then from left to right about twenty eight feet taking up the entire
front side of the house.  Across from the living room on the right hand
side of the house was the start of the dining room which was open to the
kitchen and living room.  It was obvious at some point the dining room area
had actually been part of the living room making it a bit bigger than it
currently was now.

From the front door if you looked straight back there was a wall about
eleven feet in and from left to right about eight feet wide making it a
sort of boundary for the living room.  Past this wall was a spiral
staircase that led up into the loft which overlooked the living room.  As
you continued towards the back of the house it was now obvious that the
small curtained of area on the left hand side used to be the dining room
right across from the kitchen.  It was a space about eight feet wide, the
width of the wall you saw from the door, and fourteen feet deep along the
side of the house to the back.  On the inside of the room along the back of
the house used to be a small pantry about 3ft deep and eight feet long
making now a small closet for a converted bedroom that belonged to Riley's
mom.  There wasn't a door closing off the bedroom since it had been an open
dining room.  Instead, there was now a four foot curtain hanging in place
acting as a door. As you walked down this sort of hallway towards the back
of the house the kitchen was to the right.  Right passed the kitchen was a
small closet with a stacked washer and dryer unit inside of it.  After that
a tiny bathroom with just a toilet and sink, no shower.

After a quick tour of the downstairs Riley took us up the spiral staircase
onto the landing that looked down over the living room.  The entire front
of the house by the living room was glass from the bottom to the top and
from this angle I could see all the way down the gentle slopping hill to
the beach way off in the distance.  The view really was a nice one as I
tore away my gaze, but I also realized the downside of such a view
contributed to the heat in the house because the sun would glare through
for part of the day.  The first door led to a small bedroom belonging to
Grant, the next one led to the bathroom, and the one down at the end of the
four foot wide landing was a slightly larger room belonging to Riley.

Stepping into Riley's small twelve foot by twelve foot room was like
walking into the world of surfers.  He had boards hanging on the walls
along with posters.  It was a kind of messy room and I noticed he just had
a very low bed right along the floor, which I figured was a futon.  His
small closet, about three feet deep and six feet in length, along the back
left wall was open, and I don't think he could have kept it shut with all
the surfer gear he had stashed inside.

"Sorry dude, our house is like kind of smaller than yours Kyle so it might
be a bit like cramped and all.  It's just me and my little bro here and
all, oh and my mom, so just fine for three people, but having friends over
can be a bit tight like...if you know what I mean." He chuckled.  "Oh, and
there is only the one bathroom with a shower in the house so we will need
to share that too, kind of like a bummer at times." He added as he made the
jacking motion making all of us giggle including his little brother who
blushed at the suggestion of jacking off in the shower.  "The one
downstairs my mom tends to use for her...well girly stuff, but she has to
take a shower up here so just make sure to lock the door and knock and
stuff." He informed us once more making that jacking motion as I just
shrugged rolled my eyes not too concerned about the entire situation.

"Well...we've had tighter quarters than this haven't we?" I chuckled
figuring the house was probably around a thousand or so square feet as I
hinted about the tight quarters we had at camp while Riley and Evan laughed
along knowing full well what I meant.

"Yeah, and the bathroom is a lot cleaner and not as smelly too." He
reminded us as we just chuckled.  "I figured you and Evan can bunk with me
while Mattie bunks with Grant." He stated as we walked over to his little
brothers room passing the seven foot by ten foot deep bathroom.

Grants bedroom was smaller than Riley's measuring about nine feet by twelve
feet with the same closet space along the right back side of the room.  I
guess the two closets were just on the back side of the bathroom area on
the house plans, which made sense for a closet.  It too was a typical boy's
room with just a couple of surfing things on the wall as well, but a lot
more stuff having to do with skateboarding, which now sort of made sense to
me regarding his scuffed up clothing.  "Whoa dude." I heard Evan speak up
as he looked around.

"Yeah, wow Grant." I agreed with Evan as I looked around the room.  "I know
Riley is into surfing so I take it you do a lot of skateboarding?  That's
way cool.  Are you any good?" I asked him as Riley seemed to speak up
proudly for his little brother, which seemed to catch the other boy by
surprise once more.

"Yeah, he's way talented.  I'm alright too, but you should see him at some
of the skate parks.  Man, he's totally awesome to watch and he makes it
look so easy." Riley stated noticing Grant blush.  "Awe come-on Grant, you
know you are way wicked whether you are doing tricks on the street or at a
venue." He smiled at his brother who seemed to blush.

"Way cool Grant, maybe you can teach us some tricks sometime while we're
here.  I'd love to learn.  We've got guys who skateboard and stuff by us,
but no one really good or anything, just basic stuff you know.  It'd be
cool learning some tricks." I told him realizing now why his clothes looked
so banged up, and also noticing some bruising and scrapes along his arms
making me wonder how banged up the rest of his body was as well.

"Oh man that would be way cool for sure." Evan piped up agreeing with me.

"Really...y...you guys would want me to teach you...for real?" Grant asked
seemingly surprised as he spoke up for the first time with a sort of sweet
sounding higher pitched sing song type of cadence.  It made me smile
because his voice sort of fit him.

"Yeah of course." I responded settling the matter as I looked towards Riley
who motioned he'd explain later.

"Sounds great...but let's grab a bite to eat and then head out.  You guys
are here like five or six days, but it goes real quick and dude there's
like lots to do around here." He told us as I put Mattie's small case down
in Grant's room and then turned heading out the door.

Mattie looked at his case and picked it up wheeling it out the door and
followed us back inside Riley's room.  Looking at Mattie I understood and
just smiled warmly at him not protesting that he wanted to sleep with me
tonight.  "If it's alright Riley and Grant, maybe the first night we can
all crash in here.  I know it might be a bit cramped and all, but it could
be a lot of fun you know." I told Riley who just shrugged his shoulders.
Grant looked kind of bummed as if he were being left out.  "Why so bummed
out dude, I know it will be cramped, but I'm sure all five us will fit just
fine inside the small room or maybe we can just camp downstairs in the
living room." I suggested.

"Yeah, that would be perfect." Riley nodded his head.  "Grant you've got a
couple of sleeping bags and I've got one in my closet.  We can unfold them
on the floor in the living room and then use blankets.  Are you going to
crash out in the living room with the rest of us?" He asked his little
brother who just looked at him a bit baffled.

"Um...really?" His brother looked a bit shocked at his older brother, and
then glanced over at me and Evan while we nodded our head that of course we
wanted him to join us.

This was kind of strange, and I looked at Riley wondering what was going
on, but he just waved it off once more letting me know he'd explain a bit
later.  Grant went to his room to find the sleeping bags while Riley
literally took a nose dive into his closet swimming through small space
before coming out a few minutes later looking like he had just swam a mile
but smiling triumphantly.  Grant met us downstairs as we set aside the
sleeping bags.

"Hey mom, we are all going to crash in the living room tonight if that's
alright?" Riley announced as she looked up.

"All of you?" She asked looking at Grant who blushed and nodded his head.
"Sure, that's perfectly fine and I'm glad to see everyone getting along so
well.  So what are your plans for today?" She asked Riley who shrugged his
shoulders.

"I thought we'd head over to the Museum of Natural History, and depending
how tired...um...some of us are," he referred to Mattie indicating it
mostly depended on the smaller boy, "then maybe walk over to the
boardwalk." He offered up as his mom nodded her head while we took a seat
around the small dining room table.

"Sounds like fun and a perfect place to begin.  You boys will enjoy it."
Ms. Dobson told us as she put some bread on the table, several different
deli sliced lunch meats to choose from, and some condiments.  Reaching into
the cupboard she brought out several different kinds of chips for us.  "I
hope this will do boys?" She asked as I smiled nodding my head.

"Of course this is just fine...oh by the way my mom asked me to give you
this." I told her handing over a small package.

"What's this?" She asked a bit surprised looking up at me.

"Well, it's a gift from my parents.  My mom actually made it." I explained
to her as she opened up the small box and gasped in surprise as I continued
to explain.  "She works part time at the craft department on base where she
makes jewelry for local shops in the region.  She's really a master jeweler
and a lot of the finer classy shops always seek her out.  The freshwater
pearl is Kentucky's gemstone so she wanted you to have those." I told her
as she lifted out a strand of freshwater pearl necklace in soft shades of
peach and pink with a gold clasp and gold round pieces in between each
pearl giving it a soft classy look.

"These...these are exquisite."  She gasped her eyes watering up as she
slipped the strand around her neck, and then pulled out the matching
bracelet and earrings putting those on as well.

"Yeah, what's nice about them is that they can be worn as everyday jewelry
to work or even when you get dressed up to go out." I told her as Grant
looked up and smiled.

"They really look nice on you.  I think you should get dressed up more
often and maybe go out to have some fun and stuff sometimes." Grant told
her softly as she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek making him blush.

"Oh thanks sweetie, that's just about the nicest thing anyone's said in a
long time to me." She smiled warmly.

"Whoa mom, like he's really right you know.  Maybe you should get out more
often you know.  I mean...it's not like we are little kids or anything so
don't know what's going on.  You know...just go out and let your hair loose
sometimes.  You've been working way too hard for a Californian gal if you
get my meaning." Riley chuckled making his mom blush.

"Well, one scoundrel in a household is enough." She chuckled.  "Don't think
I don't know what you are up to with all those girls." She shook her head
at her oldest while he just smiled.  "At least find one girl and stick with
her." She huffed crossing her arms, but not able to resist as she leaned
over giving him a kiss as well, before giving one to all of us.  "Anyway, I
may just do that since I have something to wear now with my nice outfits.
In the meantime, I will be doing the late shift tonight so won't be home
later on, and not until tomorrow." She reminded Riley who nodded making me
look at him.

"She's a 911 emergency operator so they have odd shifts.  Because of her
surgery she is trying to make up for it with extra shifts on the weekends.
Single parent income you know, it likes sucks way big time, and more money
on the weekends so she takes Tuesday and Wednesdays off instead." He
chuckled smiling warmly at his mom not really complaining about it or
anything knowing things were the way they were.

"Kyle tell your mom thank you so much for the gift.  She shouldn't have,
but it is very lovely indeed.  I'm going to wear it tonight and show all
the girls at work.  They will be so jealous." She told me as she ran her
hands over the gift truly gushing over them.

It made me smile to know such a simple thing could bring someone such
happiness.  "She felt it's the least she could do since you are helping us
out.  She also wanted you to have this." I told her handing her an envelope
as she opened it up and she started to shake her head.

"Kyle, I can't do this.  I'm more than happy to host you guys." She told me
which I was expecting this answer.

"It's alright Ms. Dobson.  She knows we will be spending money for
activities around here and wanted to make sure our expenses are covered.
With three extra boys it isn't fair to put that sort of financial burden on
to you, not to mention the way the three of us eat we can put you in the
poor house relatively quickly." I told her setting her at ease.

"Alright that's fine then, but I'm going to put it in the drawer here and
when you guys need the money for some activity it is there alright?" She
looked at us meaningfully as I watched the guys dive into their lunch,
which even Mattie seemed to eat with some gusto making me feel better about
him.

"Um...Ms. Dobson...is it alright if I take some pictures with you wearing
the pearls?  I'm sure mom would love to have some of you wearing them and
with the guys too." I asked her as she blushed and nodded her head.

Scrambling out of my seat I hustled upstairs retrieving my camera.  It
amazed me at how much use it was getting and I supposed while we were here
in Santa Cruz I'd be taking many more pictures at the beach and some of the
sights. I took some of Ms. Dobson alone with her wearing the pearls and
then with some of her together with the boys.  She made me promise to get
her the pictures and that before we left for home to get some pictures with
all of us together.  She wanted some with just us boys as well, but wanted
everyone to be dressed up nicer so we did set up a time and place.  She
stated if we didn't do that then it would never get done, which made sense
as she wrote it down on the calendar.

Before heading off to work Mrs. Dobson dropped us off at the Museum.  Since
it was Sunday there was a pretty good crowd of kids, and Mattie seemed to
respond a little to all of the hustle and bustle of kids his own age.

"Come-on Mattie, let's climb the whale." Grant offered grabbing Mattie by
the hand and tugging him along not giving the boy an option.

Mattie seemed to hesitate a moment, and then followed behind Grant craning
his neck to make sure I was still close by.  He seemed to smile at the life
sized whale as kids climbed all over it having a blast.  Before long he was
sitting on top with Grant's arm draped over his shoulders and a small smile
on his face.  I snapped some pictures of the two boys noting that Mattie
had seemed to relax a little in Grant's arms.

The boys' legs dangled over the sides of the whale as they both sort of
looked around with other kids bumping into them and climbing over their
bodies making the boys laugh and giggle.  It made me happy to see them
smiling together; especially Mattie, a sure sign that the smaller boy was
starting to snap out of it a bit, and also that the two of them were
starting to connect as friends.  Evan seemed to snuggle in under my arms
looking at me and smiling before we gazed back up to the two boys having a
good time on the live sized replica of a gray whale.

Grant's brown eyes seemed lively as he looked around holding on to Mattie,
and he had a cute smile with a small nose that broadened out a little at
the tip.  His smooth butter cream tanned boyish oval face was beaming with
happiness now as his thin dark blond colored eyebrows seemed to move around
on his face mirthfully matching his hair color.  The boy's straggly hair
was sort of straight but then kind of curled wildly at the ends hanging
down loosely in a haphazard way in front of his eyes.  His rounded chin
with a small dimple seemed to compliment and finish off his boyish
features.

Grant got up hanging on to Mattie's hand pulling the smaller boy up, and
waved at us while I snapped a few more pictures before waving back.  The
boy's dark gray tight fitting jeans made him look really cute accentuating
his strong legs and showing off his small little rounded boy bulge leaving
no doubt as to what gender he was.  As he stood up I noted he was only a
few inches taller than Mattie, and figured he was pretty much the typical
height and weight for a ten year old boy looking to be around four feet
three inches and weighing in at around seventy pounds.

Riley seemed to notice us checking out his brother, and when I looked over
I just shrugged my shoulders.  "What...we can't help it." I chuckled as my
friend just shook his head and smiled.

"Whoa dudes...to be honest I don't think a little fooling around would hurt
the little guy at all." He teased back making Evan gawk at him and blush.
"What...just saying you know." Riley smiled at us knowingly.  "If nothing
else maybe little dude there can teach my little bro a thing or two." He
continued smiling nodding his head in Mattie's direction making Evan roll
his eyes.

"For Pete's sake Riley...now you are just encouraging my little brother to
go perving around.  It's bad enough as it is trying to keep him in
check...besides, what makes you think your little brother isn't perving on
some pretty girl or something already?" Evan teased as Riley just shrugged
his shoulders.

"Yeah...maybe dude...but...," he shrugged his shoulders indicating he
didn't think so while Evan just rolled his eyes looking at me shaking his
head.

The museum was a blast with Mattie and Grant getting their hands dirty
looking for ten million year old sand dollars on the fossil dig.  The
smaller boy seemed to get quiet and more distant again, but the ten year
boy seemed to keep him occupied and digging anyway.  It seemed as if Mattie
was in and out with his mood continuously changing.  After the museum we
headed down to the beach where we all took off our shoes and got into the
surf allowing it to swirl around our feet and at times getting our shorts
wet not worrying about it since they dried off quickly in the warm windy
weather.  Mattie seemed to respond more positively during this time, and
began to act like a typical nine year old.  At times he would get a little
shy and come running over to me clinging, but Grant would make his way over
and softly encourage Mattie to go out and play again.  It was a sweet
gesture on the part of the long haired blond boy, and even Evan made a
remark at what a way the other boy seemed to have with his little brother.

After an hour or so at the beach we made our way to the boardwalk only a
few blocks away.  It would have taken us literally only ten minutes to get
there heading across the San Lorenzo Riverway Bridge that leads right to
the park, but Grant wanted to stop at some of the shops he liked along the
way before we got to the park.  That was perfectly fine with us because we
had plenty of time.

Grant found one of the shops he liked and we followed him inside as he
looked around at some of the skateboarding gear.  There were both surfing
and skateboarding items, but the main focus of the store seemed to revolve
around skateboarders.  He seemed very knowledgeable about the decks as he
explained the importance between a long board and a short one.  He usually
got the short trick boards with hard wheels which made it easier to do
tricks because they allowed you to slide.  He also pointed out that the
trick board has a nose and a tail for a double kick; it also has a concave
shape to the board which allows you to have some push back on the deck and
it helps to use the curves when you flick off them to rotate the board
around.

He really knew his stuff and the salesman seemed to know Grant not saying
anything when he went behind the counter so he could pull down some of the
more premium ones.  The shop owner didn't even pay him any attention as he
helped other customers allowing Grant to do some tricks inside the shop.
This seemed to get the attention of one of the tourists who asked him what
he would recommend for their son who was standing off to the side.  After
some quick questions directed towards the other boy as to what his
experience was, Grant immediately pulled out a skateboard off the shelf,
and told them that this wasn't the most expensive one by any means, but
would stand up to the abuse their son would give the board.  In a year or
two when the boy improved to a certain level he recommended another
specific board letting them know which one to get next year for him.  They
ended up buying both and left the shop happy.

The owner smiled at the smaller boy ruffling his hair and thanking him.
Grant smiled back saying no problem and he was more than happy to help out
since he's been good to him about pricing on some stuff when he needed it.
Evidently the shop owner had given Grant some price breaks in the past
appreciating an up and coming trick boarder.  We left the store and headed
into another shop more to Riley's tastes filled with surfing gear.  We
looked around a bit noticing Grant looking at some items so went over to
take a look.

"Kind of cool...huh?" Grant smiled as he held a hand made beaded horn bone
and braided hemp necklace up against Mattie who just looked down at himself
in his funk again.  "These guys hand make all this stuff and they are all
one of a kind in design.  The way they weave everything together the
necklace is so strong that it won't ever break apart, and the material they
use looks totally awesome." He stated smiling as he handed it back to the
guy behind the counter who showed him another one he had just completed.

"Way cool." I told Grant as he held it up against his neck looking in the
mirror.  "I like that braided design on you." I admitted as he smiled.

"Thanks man." Grant smiled at the guy handing it back and looking at me.
"Yeah, surfers and skaters don't normally wear stuff around our necks as a
rule.  We tend to be pretty rough with things, and are always afraid we
might loose something, but stuff like that is becoming pretty popular
because they look cool, are hand made, and won't break on us." He stated as
we made our way back to Riley and Evan who were checking out one of the
surf boards.

Some guys were whispering a few yards away and finally approached Riley.
"Whoa dude...like it's him for real.  Hey listen do you think you could
sign my board for me?" One of the guys asked Riley who just smiled and
looked at the shop owner who chuckled and handed him a sharpie pen.

With a flourish Riley signed his name in big letters across the guy's
board, but not just a normal signature but kind of unique.  He made a
backwards capital `R' and attached a capital `D' on the straight leg part
of the backwards `R' letter.  Then starting with the backwards `R' he went
from right to left spelling out his first name, Riley, backwards, and then
from the `D' spelled out his last name from the normal way of left to
right, Dobson.  It was completely unique and looked totally awesome.

After Riley signed the surfboard he posed with the teenager for pictures.
The guys chatted a few minutes pointing out that there are supposed to be
some huge waves coming early in the morning.  Riley told them he had heard
already making me furrow my eyebrows as he pulled out his phone and flipped
it through about a hundred text messages lighting up his phone.

"Not even in town like a day and getting buzzed already by the guys." He
chuckled as they chatted another couple of minutes before we made our way
to the park, but not before picking up some Pepsi drinks with both Grant
and Riley telling us not to throw away the cans.  I didn't understand, but
found out why on the way in when the all day ride passes became half price
after a certain time if we had a Pepsi product to hand in.

The boardwalk had a glorious old-school Americana vibe, with the smell of
cotton candy permeating the salty ocean air, punctuated by the distant
squeals of kids hanging upside down on the carnival rides.  In many ways it
was also a photographer's paradise as my camera shutter kept snapping away.
We enjoyed ourselves on some of the more famous rides like the
half-mile-long Giant Dipper, a vintage-1924 wooden roller coaster, and the
1911 Looff carousel – both National Historic Landmarks.  We also enjoyed
the Cave Train with its unexpectedly fun portrayal of cavemen in modern
times.  Mattie seemed to enjoy the place, and began acting normal more
often seemingly snapping out of it at times, but I could tell he was still
holding back.  It really was an amazing place as we cruised along some of
the shops and bought some greasy hamburgers and fries when we got hungry.

We stayed for several hours getting on rides that interested us and just
taking in the atmosphere of the place.  After a while though we called it
quits and by the time we got home it was getting kind of late for us.  Well
it was around eight in the evening, but for us it was like around ten with
the two hour difference between the Kentucky and Californian time zones.
We had made good time though, and I had to admit that the bus system in
Santa Cruz was really a good mode of transportation and not bad at all
unlike many locations throughout our country.  Riley mentioned that he got
around a lot on the buses getting down to the beaches where he needed to go
even dragging along his surf gear.  Evidently, that wasn't an uncommon
occurrence in Santa Cruz, and I had noticed several kids toting their surf
gear on the busses we had taken.  Sometimes he had to take a cab from a
certain place, but most of the time he got to where he needed to go by bus.
It took him a bit longer, but he had the system down pretty well now.  With
his mom's strange hours he had to use the bus system until he was old
enough for a driver's license of his own, and then he would have to find a
way to buy a car.

After flipping through some channels on the television not finding anything
good, and snacking on some food, we decided it might just be best to get
ready for bed.  It wasn't even nine in the evening yet, but it had been a
very long day.  We made our way upstairs and I dug out Mattie's pajama
bottoms grabbing his hand and heading into the small bathroom so we could
get ready for bed.  At the last moment I grabbed my camera because I wanted
to take more pictures of his injuries figuring they would be changing
colors, and I wanted them recorded just in case we needed them later.

Ms. Dobson had bought new toothbrushes and toothpaste for us, and had set
them on the counter.  I peeled off Mattie's shirt looking at some of his
bruising and scratches wincing at them.  They weren't bad, but it still got
me angry.  The hand print on Mattie's left cheek had mostly disappeared
just leaving a bit of puffiness behind, but some of his other bruising on
his body would take time to heal.  Kneeling down I removed his shorts
leaving him in his underwear and set them down on the counter.  I turned
him sideways and pulled down the side of his underwear waistband a little
exposing the big raspberry scrape and bruising mark on his upper thighs and
left butt cheek.

"Oh crap, that's a pretty bad looking raspberry." I heard Grant gasp having
stopped in his tracks wearing nothing but his white Hanes boy's briefs.  He
saw me glancing towards him and he instinctively covered up his little boy
bulge blushing a bit, but not before I noticed that it was a nice sized one
for his age.  "I...I've gotten those a time or two as well...um...you
know...from wiping out on the skateboard.  I...um...I've got some ointment
a lot of us guys use when that happens.  If...um...you want I can give you
some?" He asked looking up into my eyes still blushing with his cheeks
burning red giving him a really sweet innocent kind of look.

The boy really was cute as my eyes quickly took in his richly tanned
features.  He had the typical bruising and scrapes of a hard riding
skateboarder, but that only managed to make him look even sexier.  He had
thin long deeply golden tanned lanky legs that were tight and almost
muscular, probably due to many hours of riding and doing tricks on his
board.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, but he wasn't skinny either
with a medium kind of sturdy build...very fit...and solid all over.

Smiling appreciatively I nodded my head.  "That would be so awesome Grant.
We didn't think about getting him anything for it...so yeah that would be
great." I told him as the boy seemed to beam and quickly turning back to
his room.

Tugging on Mattie's tiny multi-colored Avenger's boy's brief I pulled them
down from his waist as he lifted his feet so I could remove them.  Mattie's
soft fleshy one and a half inch floppy noodle stuck out a little from his
body while his smooth lambskin purse snuggled up tightly beneath his worm.
I could see the two small protruding outlines of his olive sized berries
pressing up against the soft leathery material of his pouch.  Standing up I
set his underwear down next to his shorts just as Grant made his way back
into the bathroom.

"I found the ointment and it really works well on...," He stopped in
mid-sentence as he saw Mattie standing there completely naked now without a
stitch of clothing on him.

"Oh, hey Grant...that's great.  Go ahead and put some on him for me." I
responded noticing a slight twitching movement beneath the blond haired
boy's white briefs before it began to tent outward in an obvious erection.

Grant looked over at me and opened his mouth to say something when he
realized the pressure beneath his underwear.  His cheeks flushed red as he
blushed when he realized he had popped a hard one.  He quickly moved his
hands in front of him protectively and looked down locking his eyes on
Mattie's fleshy boy dangles.  Realizing he was staring at Mattie's tackle
and jigger he tried to tear his gaze away, but it was too late as the
alluring spectacle seemed to suck him in.

"I...um..." He stuttered not knowing what to say or do as I picked up a
toothbrush putting on a dollop of toothpaste.

"Don't worry...he doesn't mind Grant, besides you seem to know about these
raspberry thingies so I'm sure Mattie would appreciate your help." I told
him as I put some water on my toothbrush and paste before beginning to
scrub my teeth.

Watching in the mirror I saw Grant looking down at Mattie as he seemed to
just gawk at the smaller boy's flaccid skin covered worm before hesitantly
reaching out grabbing a hand towel forcing him to remove his hands from in
front of his briefs before unscrewing the jar of balm.  This effectively
left him exposed once more as my eyes automatically focused on the front of
his underwear through the image in the mirror noticing a nice outline of
his personal stiff skateboard deck pressing up against the white cottony
material of his Hanes underwear.  The two distinct round sized boyish treks
right below the outline of his nice sized trick board made me smile and
chuckle softly as I realized Grant's downstairs apartment was probably a
lot roomier than his older brother.

The skateboarder boy seemed to swallow a lump in his throat before kneeling
down next to Mattie and focused on the smaller boy's injury.  He scooped
some balm out with his right fingers and reached outwards.  He hesitated
with his left hand not knowing where to put them and just settled on
placing them right along the smaller boy's lower stomach area and partly on
his bare pubic mound so he had some support.  He gently began rubbing the
balm into Mattie's skin with slow methodical circular motions.

I continued to brush my teeth watching as Grant would glance over at
Mattie's soft stumpy candy cane and round little ornaments before blushing
and looking away.  One time I spotted him reaching down between his legs
and adjusting himself glancing up towards me as I quickly glanced away not
wanting to embarrass him.  When I looked back he was just finishing off
with moving his hard little soldier into a more comfortable position, but
not before I got a good glimpse of the outlined contour of his nice shapely
knob.  He released himself and reached up towards Mattie placing his hand
back against the front of Mattie's stomach.

He continued to put more ointment into the red scrape and bluish tinted
bruise mark when I noticed his left hand dip down and softly brush up
against Mattie's little boy dangles.  I saw Grant's eyes shoot open as he
visibly swallowed before removing his hand away.  It had been quick and
subtle, but I realized it was probably done more out of curiosity than
anything else.  I did notice his own little hardened tool twitch in his
underwear though when he did it, while at the same time his cheeks flushed
bright red from an intense heat that seemed to engulf him as if he realized
he had just done something naughty.

He finished up and wiped his hand on the rag all the while taking a closer
look at what Mattie had between his legs.  I noticed him scrunching up his
dark blond colored eyebrows as he closed the lid on the small jar of salve.
I could see the wheels turning in his mind as if there were a million
questions and I just smiled knowingly.  I finished up with my teeth and
began to rinse them out.

"I...um...he's done." Grant stated looking up just in time to see me
snapping a couple of pictures.

It sort of surprised him, but I explained I was keeping track of Mattie's
injuries as I snapped a few more making sure to get images of all his
injuries before putting the camera away and tossing Mattie's pajama bottoms
at him.  The blond boy looked up just in time to catch Mattie's pajama
shorts in his hands looking at me a bit baffled.

"Thanks...can you slip those on to him for me?" I asked Grant while I
stepped over to the toilet, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs
pulling them downwards, and relieving myself.

There was an audible gasping sound as I looked up noticing Grant gawking at
me before he blushed realizing he had been caught staring at me.
"I...um...I'm...," He stuttered as I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Don't worry about it Grant...sorry." I told him sincerely understanding
how he must be feeling a bit awkward right now.  "I know its one thing with
Mattie since he's still young, but I shouldn't have just pulled my package
out in front of you like this." I told him as I finished and tucked myself
away while Grant finished putting Mattie's pajama bottoms on and now seemed
to struggle with what he should do next.  "What's wrong?" I asked him
furrowing my eyebrows questioningly.

"I...um...It's just I've sort of...you know?" He blushed slightly turning
away from me trying to conceal himself with the small hand towel.

"Oh...um...yeah...sorry." I told him as I walked over towards Mattie and
pulled him towards the sink.  "Um...I just need to wash my hands and brush
Mattie's teeth.  We won't look if you need to get up and take care
of...um...you know." I told him as I focused my eyes on the sink with
Mattie standing in front of me while I started to wash my hands.

"Kyle?" I heard Grant ask questioningly.

"Yeah." I responded not looking up as I put some toothpaste on to a new
different colored toothbrush.

"You won't...um...say...I mean...um...you won't say anything to Riley or
Evan...about...you know?" He asked me hesitantly.

"Nah, it's all good.  I appreciate you helping out like that and it's
nothing to worry about.  It happens to all of us.

"Really?" He asked sounding a bit shocked which made me furrow my eyebrows
and look up into the mirror at him.

Our eyes locked together as he looked in the mirror into my eyes.  "Of
course really...I mean we're all boys so it just happens.  Believe me it
will happen a lot more too once you hit puberty.  I can't seem to get mine
to go away sometimes." I laughed jokingly, yet also in a serious way for it
being truthful, as I rolled my shoulders.  "Believe me Grant...it's all
good...and really...thanks for helping out with Mattie.  Not only with the
ointment, but all day.  That was really cool of you." I told the younger
boy as he blushed and nodded his head gushing at the compliment before
leaving us alone to finish while he waited in his room.

The rest of us were already downstairs when I detected Grant looking down
at us from the top landing.  I noticed that he had slipped into a pair of
loose shorts while the rest of us wore just plain underwear with no shirt
on, or in the case of Mattie his pajama bottoms, which left little to the
imagination as the soft material wrapped around his ornaments.  We had
pretty much gotten undressed since it was still warm in the house.  Riley
had apologized, finally explaining that they kept the air conditioner
turned down because it gets expensive to keep it running all the time.  We
understood telling him it didn't bother us that much, and once he opened up
the windows letting some cooler air inside it got a lot better inside the
living room.

"Hey Grant are you coming down?" I asked him curiously.  "We are getting
ready to settle in for the night since it's been kind of a long day." I
told him as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, I'm coming right down." He told us while we waited to turn out the
lights.

We heard him head back to his room making us look at each other and shrug
our shoulders.  Then I noticed him running down the spiral staircase in
nothing but his soft white Hanes briefs making me smile understandingly.
He hadn't been sure what to wear to bed, but after seeing the rest of us in
our underwear had decided to wear the same thing.  He looked over at me and
blushed before sitting down cross legged on one of the sleeping bags.  I
understood how shy he still was since Evan had just gotten over that stage.
I glanced over at Evan proud of how he no longer seemed so bothered by
walking around in just his underwear.

Riley and his little brother remained on the outside edges of the sleeping
sacks allowing us to settle on the main portion of the bags that had been
unzipped and re-zipped to one another forming one large piece for us to
sleep on.  I took the middle and let Mattie sleep between me and Grant
since the smaller boy seemed to get along with him.  Evan settled down
between me and Riley, which seemed to suit him just fine.  I noticed Mattie
hadn't responded in a while and once he laid his head down on the pillow
seemed to fall asleep right away.  I hoped that it was just the long day
and him being tired that was affecting him.  Earlier on it had seemed like
he was coming out of his little funk.  I mean the small boy hadn't even
flinched or sprouted a stiff bean pod when Grant started rubbing the salve
on him.  The old more outgoing Mattie's vegetable stalk would have
immediately straightened up with such tender administrations, but he had
just remained still with no reaction his soft fleshy one and a half inch
penis sticking naturally outwards from his body.

I noticed Grant wrapping Mattie up in his arms and I let him do it since he
didn't seem to mind.  At least he wasn't hanging on to me anymore allowing
someone else to finally cuddle with him.  This allowed me to snuggle up
with Evan as I breathed in his heavy musky scent since we hadn't washed off
today.  I didn't mind, enjoying how he smelled in my arms as I slowly
slithered my hand beneath his underwear softly stroking his hard sweaty
sweltering meat locker in my fingers.  One by one I heard the other boys
fade off to sleep as they began to breathe rhythmically before I began to
jack off Evan a bit more fervently.  I could tell he wanted this knowing he
probably hadn't gotten off today, for that matter neither had I as my
burgeoning throbber pulsed against my underwear.  Evan began to breathe in
and out heavily and then tensed up in my arms.  I felt a wet substance
spread over my fingers and all around his front side before getting caught
up in the cottony material of his underwear.  We hadn't thought about that
part of things because normally it wasn't an issue for us.

Evan looked back at me and giggled while just shrugging his shoulders
indicating there was no getting around it.  I just hoped it didn't leave
that yellowish stain behind embarrassing him in the morning.  My sweet
angel didn't seem to mind for the moment because I felt his body go limp as
he finally slipped into dreamland having taken care of his needs.

I waited for a few minutes before untangling myself from Evan and looking
around slipped out of bed and made my way upstairs into Riley room.  I
opened up Evan's case and fished out a fresh pair of underwear before
creeping back downstairs and shaking him awake.  He had just fallen asleep
and was still a little groggy, but when I handed him a new pair of
underwear he seemed to smile appreciatively as he slipped out of his soiled
wet ones making sure to dry himself off before handing them over to me.
Grant shifted in his sleep and Evan immediately held completely still until
it was safe to finish slipping on his fresh pair of briefs.  I held up his
wet briefs to my nose taking a deep breath making my curly haired boy smile
and giggle softly as he desperately tried to not wake anyone up while he
rolled his eyes at me.

Evan leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Do you need me to take care of
you?" He asked me looking around at all the sleeping bodies on the living
room floor.

Shaking my head I motioned him it was alright for now and to go back to
sleep.  He watched me get up quietly with his dirty underwear as I headed
back upstairs.  I felt his eyes on me for a few moments and then heard him
settle back down under the blankets.  I knew he'd be falling back asleep
within moments having been satisfied so I set his underwear down with his
dirty shirt and socks before making my way into the bathroom.

Standing up in front of the toilet I hooked my briefs beneath my two sweaty
date fruits and slowly began to stroke myself.  My mind immediately focused
on Grant and his cute erection stretching out his Hanes boy's briefs while
he ogled Mattie's naked body.  I could still see him vividly as he reached
down to adjust himself before I had looked away, and then again right at
the end as his fingers had let loose of his hard rod.  It was then that I
had noticed the detailed outline of his knob as it pressed against the
fabric of his underwear.  His fingers had lingered for a split second and
it was during that brief moment that I could tell it had become fairly
thick and plump.

This image brought me over the edge as I aimed my four inch erection
towards the toilet bowl and let my spunk factory empty out its contents.  I
felt such a relief of tension spill out of me as my two dimpled red
delicious colored apples on my backside contracted powerfully while my body
seized momentarily before my spigot shot out its milky substance in short
little powerful burst.  The stiffness in my wrapped fingers convulsed a
couple more times before it settled down and became soft as a calm relief
settled over my body.  Looking down I noticed most of my mess had emptied
into the toilet bowl with a few dribbles having splattered on the outer rim
and below on the floor.  I got some toilet paper wiping away any spillage
around the toilet area before I focused on cleaning my soft red licorice
stick, my two hushpuppies, and my stringy curly fries.

Flushing away the evidence I washed my hands and headed out the door making
my way to the spiral staircase before stopping.  I noticed Riley coming up
as he waved me towards his room.  I guess he wanted to chat, and to be
honest I wanted to as well.  It's been a couple of draining days and it
would be nice to talk with a friend.

Riley closed the door so we wouldn't wake anyone up and just smiled shaking
his head knowingly.  "Hmmm, taking care of some business I take it?" He
chuckled as he snatched playfully at my now very limp and satisfied noodle
that was safely tucked away.

I jerked sideways at his half hearted attempt and laughed.  "Yeah, well
it's been like all day since I've...you know." I chuckled giving that
familiar jacking motion with my hands.  "Hell...for that matter it's been
almost like twenty four hours.  It's not like we had a lot of time this
morning to take care of my...um...special needs.  Not to mention
everything's that's been going on with Mattie sort of put a damper on
things in that regard" I winced at the memory of what happened the other
day before I shook it away and chuckled half heartedly as we took a seat on
the low level bed getting comfortable by scooting backwards and leaning our
backs up against the wall.

"Yeah, tell me about it, and in these cramped quarters it's difficult to
get much privacy; especially, ever since Grant came and...," he let his
comment trickle off making me look at him questioningly.

"Ever since Grant what?" I asked curiously noting how seriously Riley had
gotten even in his mannerism of speech turning more somber and
straightforward.

Riley looked over at me and smiled hesitantly before looking down.
"Um...well the truth is that Grant's only my half brother.  He moved in
with us about a year ago." He explained as I looked at him while my mind
began to sort out this information.

"Well...if he's your half brother why didn't he live with you guys to begin
with?" I asked him wondering why Mrs. Dobson would keep Riley and not
Grant.

Riley looked up at me quirkily then understood my confusion.
"Oh...sorry...I guess I should have explained a little more.
Well...um...when I was really small my dad left us and got remarried.  They
had Grant and I guess it was all good back then for them.  At the time my
dad didn't know Grant's mom had a history of drug abuse because when they
got married she had been clean for a few years.  Then for whatever reason
she began abusing again and ended up overdosing.  After that it was just
him and Grant.  The last couple of years my dad was sick...cancer you
know." Riley explained looking away as I saw him struggling not to cry.

Reaching out I my hand on his arms in a gesture of sympathy as we sat there
for another minute or two before he continued.  "I really hated my
dad...you know for leaving us like that.  Of course I was little, but still
I understood what was going on and never wanted anything to do with him
after he left.  He wanted to visit of course and my mom always tried to
convince me, but I just didn't want any part of it, and I hated Grant for
it.  I guess in a way I sort of blamed him for everything." He told me
softly shaking his head as he added.  "I know it was stupid and he didn't
have anything to do with it...still...I guess it was just easier.  I did
visit now and then with my dad, but we just were never able to connect, and
there was always Grant...you know.  Every time I saw him I just felt hatred
for him." He admitted to me looking ashamed at his behavior.

For me it was difficult to envision Riley actually hating anyone.  The boy
was just so laid back all the time with just about everything.  I knew some
of it was just a facade because of how smart he was, and wanting to be just
like a normal kid instead of always viewed as one of these elite geniuses.
The boy looked at me and his lips curled upwards in a smile knowing what I
was thinking.

"Well...anyway...when my dad died my mom took him in saying it was the
right thing to do.  He's got other relatives, but no one really in a
situation to take him in.  His great grandmother is in her ninety's, and he
goes over to visit her and stuff, and stays for short periods of times like
during my mom's surgery, but she's in no position to take care of him full
time.  His other relatives are either drug addicts, in trouble with the
law, or simply just out of the picture not wanting anything to do with him.
So we took him in, and of course it's been tough, but to be honest Kyle, I
think it's the best decision we've ever made.  At first it was rough, and I
know Grant knew I hated him, but he's really a great kid.  Going to camp
and meeting all of you guys sort of opened up my eyes to a lot of things.
I saw how you treated Mattie and Evan, your family taking them in like that
even though they aren't even related to you by blood.  My heart was already
softening towards Grant by that time knowing full well none of this was his
fault, but at camp all of you guys made me realize how really important it
is to have family and support them no matter what.  Ever since I got back
from camp I've been working to mend fences between the two of us.  He's
still shy and doesn't trust me all that much because I've said some awful
things in the past, but I do love him so much and want to make things right
between us.  I never got that chance with my dad, but I can do that with
Grant." He sighed leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

We continued to talk some more as he explained the situation with Grant and
how any saved up money his dad had set aside had dissipated because of the
medical costs.  It was tough for his little brother not only because he
lost his father, but because he sort of felt like a financial burden on
Riley and his mom.  He expressed his concern on how it was affecting the
boy and wished he could assure the little guy that this wasn't the case,
and that they really wanted him in their lives no matter what the money
situation.  He could care less if they ended up in a one room apartment as
long as they were together.  He also talked about his dad, and I was
surprised to find out that their dad had been in the military.  He ended up
having some injuries so was honorably discharged.  I got the sense that
this is where Riley's interests in the military came from.  In a way even
though he wasn't talking with his father it was a small way for him to
connect with the man.

Sighing Riley just looked over at me.  "What am I going to do about that
kid?  I love him a whole bunch Kyle, but it's like we've got this big gulf
and hurdle between us.  I'm sure he blames some of the issues of our dad's
health and dying on me." He shook his head sadly looking down in his lap.
"I just hope we both can get over our past and move forward.  I just want
him to know that I really do care about him." He admitted softly.

"I'm sure he does Riley.  Just don't give up on him and I know it will all
work out." I told my friend encouragingly.

After that it got quiet once more so we decided to head down and get some
shut eye.  Mattie was curled up in Grant's arms sleeping soundly, while the
older boy seemed to be happy as he smiled and dreamed.  Evan was curled up
on his side also asleep now that his little hormonal needs had been taken
care of.  Riley slipped under the covers on the far side while I settled
back between Mattie and Evan snuggling up against my curly haired wonder
boy breathing him in noting how comforting his scent was for me.  After a
few moments I slipped away into the world of dreams where almost anything
was possible.

It was still late when I woke up for no real reason other than my bulging
lizard needed some much needed drainage as I scrambled up out of the bed
heading for the bathroom upstairs.  I glanced at the clock by the stove
before heading up the spiral staircase noticing it wasn't even midnight
yet.  With all the soda pop I had inhaled today; especially, while at the
boardwalk, I was just bursting at the seams as I pulled out my semi-hard
erection and released the flood gates. I shivered and sighed while my
stream thundered loudly splattering inside the porcelain bowl.  It took a
while, but I finally managed to squeeze out the last droplets from the tip
of my slit when I detected some movement by the door.

It was Grant looking half asleep and cupping his own burgeoning gear in his
hands as he stumbled into the bathroom glancing around for a second looking
a bit lost before realizing he wasn't alone.  "Oh...um...s...sorry Kyle.
I...um...I didn't see you there." He mumbled instinctively glancing down at
my mid-section noticing my flaccid tube still firmly held in my hands
before looking away and blushing.  "I...um...I can come back." He whispered
his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and not able to help himself as he
yawned at the same time.

"Nah, it's all good.  Besides I'm done and it looks like you are about to
bust." I chuckled noticing the large bulge in his little white briefs.  "Go
ahead." I motioned towards the toilet as I tucked myself away securely
beneath my underwear while Grant hesitated a moment, but ambled towards the
vacated spot I had left open for him.

Sliding over towards the sink I began washing my hands noticing Grant
hesitating again.  I guess he was debating on whether or not to go ahead
and take a piss exposing himself in front of someone else, but must have
decided he didn't want to act so immature since him barging in on me hadn't
seemed to bother me.  He turned his back slightly towards me concealing
himself a bit more before pulling aside the fabric of his underwear along
his left leg so he could grab himself and take care of his bladder issues.
I noticed his body movement as he sort of stuck his butt outwards a little
while he reached inside along the left side of his underwear to pull out
his business end of things.  I did the same thing sometimes instead of
lifting down my waistband; especially, if I was fishing my rod out through
my zipper or something.  He found what he was looking for and shifted his
hips back into place and sort of leaned outwards now allowing the stream to
begin flowing.

From my angle I couldn't see too much, and between the fabric of his
underwear and his fingers most of him was pretty well concealed from view.
The only thing that wasn't concealed was his somewhat thick purplish knob
and I got the feeling he was in a more semi-hard kind of state just like I
had been when I took my piss.  He glanced over his shoulders noticing me
watching him, and he blushed a bit but didn't say anything as he continued
taking care of business not knowing what else to do.  He finished up and I
noticed him pocking his butt outwards briefly tucking himself away before
flushing the toilet and making his way over towards the sink to wash his
hands while I continued to watch him.

I noticed him glancing down at me again and then looking up blushing with
his cheeks flushing red at getting caught again, but I just smiled warmly
at him reaching over to ruffle his hair and letting him know it was alright
and only a natural impulse.  "Um...Grant." I began as he looked away and
started drying off his hands.

"Yeah." He whispered back as if he were almost afraid of what I was going
to say.

"Thanks again for everything...you know with Mattie and all?" I told him as
he just looked over at me a bit surprised at the compliment before his
features seemed to soften.

"I...um...is...uh...is Mattie going to be alright?" He asked me looking
almost as if he were going to cry.

It was then that I realized Grant really had a very sensitive side to him
making me wonder how often he must have gone to bed since coming to live
here with his half brother and the woman his father had left behind, and
cried himself to sleep at the guilt and hurt he must have been feeling.  It
broke my heart to see him like this because it was obvious he cared for
Mattie and even the rest of us despite having just met.  Grabbing him by
the hand I walked over to the toilet, put down the seat and sat down in
front of him so I wasn't looking down at the boy.

Taking his hand in mine I just sighed as he looked down at me waiting.
"Listen Grant, I don't know how much Riley told you about the situation
with Evan and Mattie?" I asked him as he shrugged his shoulders biting his
lips contemplating how he should respond.

"Please don't say anything because Riley asked me not to tell you guys that
he told me.  He...um...when he got back from camp he talked a lot about all
you guys and how you all became close friends.  Then when this happened
with Mattie he sort of told me a little about what happened to Evan." He
stated as he looked down ashamed he had spilled the beans about Riley
telling him the situation concerning Evan and Mattie.  "Kyle, please don't
be mad at Riley.  Things are bad enough between...um...it's just he wanted
me to know because he didn't want us to goof up things regarding Mattie
because of what happened to him." Grant told me seriously concerned about
it getting back to his older brother.

I smiled at him encouragingly and squeezed his hands.  "Don't worry Grant
it's alright I suppose.  It really isn't for Riley or me to tell other's
about Evan, but I suppose because of the situation your brother did the
right thing letting you know.  Besides, you've really been a big help and
that wouldn't have been possible if you didn't know." I told him
encouragingly as he seemed to breathe out in relief.  "As for Mattie, yeah
I'm sure he will be alright.  He's just a little shocked and not himself
right now.  He seems to be getting better though thanks to you, and I'm
sure before long he will be his giddy self once more.  I think once he is
better you will like his outgoing personality because it's kind of
infectious." I smiled at him encouragingly.  "So I'm hoping you will stick
with it and continue to help out.  Can you do that?" I asked him as he
smiled and nodded his head.  "That's good." I told him as I surprised him
by wrapping my arm around him and giving him a hug feeling his soft boy
bulge pressing up against my lower chest.

The kid stiffened up a moment in my arms not used to getting hugged like
this, but then I felt him loosen up and return my innocent affection.  "I
wish Riley were more like you." He whispered as we separated making me
wince inwardly at the boy's comment and how hurt he seemed to feel about
things between him and his older brother.

Getting up I grabbed him by the hand and led him out the door into his room
shutting it behind us so we could talk.  He looked at me a bit nervously
wondering if he had upset me by his comment, but I motioned for him to take
a seat on the bed while I settled down next to him.  He watched me closely
as my eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"Grant...um...Riley told me about...you know...you're dad." I told him as
he scrunched up his eyebrows thinking.

"I...I thought you didn't even know he had a brother so when did...," Grant
asked me questioningly a bit confused as I chuckled.

"Well, right after everyone fell asleep we ended up talking a bit...like
you and me now.  We didn't get much of a chance to do that in Kentucky with
everything that happened.  So after you guys fell asleep we went to his
room and just talked, and that's when he told me." I replied as he nodded
his head looking down nervously.

"He hates me doesn't he?" Grant breathed out as I noticed a single little
drop of wetness making its way down along the side of his nose before it
dripped onto the bedspread.

Reaching out I pulled him into my arms and just held him for a minute as
his shoulders trembled.  He was trying to control his emotions and I just
held on to him for the moment.  After a few seconds I released him and
scooted backwards getting into a more comfortable position as I motioned
for him to join me.  As he shifted back I pulled him between my legs so he
could lean back against me.  This allowed me to wrap my arms around his
front so we could be closer and cuddle a little.  This was something new
for Grant, and I could tell at first he was uncomfortable, but he seemed to
settle into me a bit more leaning his back against my chest.  We just
remained like that for another minute or so until he seemed to get
comfortable with it.

"You better?" I asked as he nodded his head.  "That's good...listen Grant
your brother doesn't hate you." I began as he just shook his head not
agreeing.  "No really...it's true...he told me that himself." I whispered
softly in his ear as I hugged him to me for emphasis.

"Really?" He asked me craning his neck looking at me as I nodded my head.

"Really Grant.  He really truly did tell me so himself.  Yeah...it's true
that at first he did have bad feelings for you Grant...but he's glad now
that you moved in with them.  He feels bad that he never really made up
with his dad about things, but he wants to make sure he doesn't make the
same stupid mistake with you.  He cares a lot about you and what happens,
but most importantly he wants you two to be brothers.  It's not easy for
him and his mom, but he told me even if you guys had to live in a one room
apartment he didn't care as long as you three were together." I told him as
he seemed to digest the information.

"Yeah, I know it has to be hard on his mom." Grant finally responded back.
"I mean she's been really fantastic making sure I have what I need and even
showing how she cares about me treating me the same way she does Riley.
Did you know that she gave up having her own room so that I had my own
space?" He asked me as I shook my head no, but it making sense now with her
converting the dining room downstairs into a bedroom.

"Riley's been different too.  I mean before he just seemed to tolerate me
being around, but ever since he's gotten back from camp it's like he's been
really trying hard...you know.  I just thought that maybe his mom was
making him do that or something...you know." He admitted to me as I nodded
my head letting him talk out his thoughts.  "Riley told me about your dad.
Did he tell you our dad was in the Special Forces too?" He asked me making
me scrunch up my eyebrows.

"Um...he said your dad was in the army, but never mentioned about the
Special Forces." I told him honestly as he nodded his head proudly and
smiled.

"Yeah, but that was before I was born.  He got hurt and had to get out.  I
asked him about it a few times, but my dad really never wanted to talk
about it.  I guess some bad things must have happened." He paused gathering
his thoughts.

"Yeah...I don't ask my dad about it because I'm afraid of what he might
say." I told him as he looked back at me questioningly.

"Why would you be afraid?" He asked me seriously.

"Oh, for a lot of reasons I guess.  I mean for one thing he still gets
deployed so knowing...um...certain things can be frightening because of how
dangerous it is over there.  For another...well...he's my dad when he's
home, and I'm sure he's had to do some awful things over there.  It is war
and terrible things happen.  I don't want to think of him that way is all."
I admitted to him as he nodded his head.

"I never thought of it like that.  I mean for my dad it was over, but for
you and your family he still has to go.  I guess I'd be afraid too of not
knowing from day to day if he is still safe, hurt, or...um...worse.  My dad
really was a good guy you know.  I mean I guess it wasn't fair for
Riley...you know...and it probably wasn't easy for him.  I know that...but
my dad was a really kind and decent man and I know he loved me a lot.  I
just wish Riley could have known that too I guess." He sighed as a hushed
stillness fell around us once again.

"Kyle...um...can I ask you something personal...I mean about Mattie?" He
asked getting off the somber mood.

"Yeah...I guess." I responded.

"Well when I was...um...you know...putting the ointment on him I
noticed...um...I saw...I mean...well he's different...you know...down
there.  I mean...I guess he's different...at least different from mine
and...um...yours." He blushed at admitting to have seen mine too.  "Is that
normal?" He asked me nervously.

"Oh...um...so he's the first boy you've seen that is different?" I asked
Grant as he nodded.

"Um...yeah I guess...I mean I've never really seen anyone...um...you know."
He whispered softly a bit self-conscious.

"Oh...really...no other boy...not even your brother?" I asked him a bit
shocked at the revelation, but in a way not really too surprised as he just
shook his head no.

"I mean...not really.  You know just some quick things like someone getting
changed, or like you today in the bathroom...that kind of stuff but
no...not really." He told me honestly as I ran my fingers through his hair
making him giggle and scrunch down his neck at the display of affectionate
friendship I was showing towards him making me smile at his somewhat shy
self consciousness.

Chuckling I just shook my head at how things always seemed to revolve
around our bodies when we are so young.  Grant looked at me wondering what
was so funny and hoping he hadn't made a fool of himself by bringing
something like that up.

"Well...I guess it all sort of depends.  Mattie still has his foreskin
attached to his penis.  A lot of European boys are like that, but here in
America many boys are circumcised.  His penis still does look like ours and
when you pull the skin back he has that same kind of knob like you and me
have." I told him as he scrunched up his eyebrows making me realize there
evidently was a lot of things he didn't know.  "Um...how do I explain this?
Well when we are all born we have the skin covering our penis like you saw
with Mattie, and for most the skin is attached to the head of your penis.
At some point the skin does become unattached.  For most it happens by the
time they reach their teenage years.  Some like Mattie it happens pretty
early so when he pulls his skin back it looks just like ours.  Many parents
here in America choose to have the skin removed so the doctor cuts it
away." I explained as I saw Grant wince and instinctively grab his soft
bulge as he brought his legs together protectively.

"Ouch...no way...doesn't that hurt?" He asked no one in particular.

"Yeah I suppose, but as a baby we don't remember and I'm sure they put
something on our skin to numb it so I guess we don't really feel anything.

"So why do our parents have that done to us?" He asked curiously.

"Well for many they do it for hygienic reasons.  I mean in the modern world
there really isn't a need for ninety nine percent of us having it done, but
it can become an issue regarding cleaning and stuff.  There are more
parents here in America opting not to have it done to their babies, and I
think any more it ends up being a personal preference one way or the other;
except, for those boys who need it done for whatever medical reasons." I
told him as he seemed to think about things while I noticed he began to get
hard.

"I think I like how it looks on Mattie better...I mean...um...," he blushed
at the admission of liking how another boy looks naked and then realized he
was starting to get hard.

The boy pulled his legs up and covered himself up.  Reaching down I wrapped
my hand around his wrists and lifted them up and apart forcing his legs
apart at the knees at the same time exposing the nice tent in his
underwear.  He didn't resist, but blushed knowing I was taking a look at
him being hard.

"Well nothing to be ashamed about down there huh?" I teased him as he
craned his neck looking up at me a bit puzzled like he really didn't
understand what I meant by the comment.

"Yeah...but it's just kind of embarrassing because I'm...you know?" He
shrugged his shoulders looking down at himself for emphasis while I felt
his body getting warmer as if this was a bit uncomfortable for him.

"What...hard?" I asked him as he nodded his head.  "I told you earlier it
happens all the time." I assured him as I pulled him tighter against me
while I sort of lifted my hips upwards so he could feel my hard erection
along his back as well.  I felt him stiffen up for a second a bit shocked
at what he felt before he sort of leaned back and giggled.  "See...I told
you.  It happens to me all the time too, but I do understand it can be a
bit awkward at times so wouldn't recommend flaunting it." I teased him as I
ruffled his hair while he continued to chuckle and blush about this whole
conversation.

It wouldn't surprise me if this was his first time talking about something
like this openly with someone.  This was something I would have to talk to
Riley about because I was sure there were a lot of things Grant was curious
about.  This was most definitely an area the older boy needed to take time
with regarding his little brother and a good way to also bring them closer
together because something like this involved having trust in one another
because it was so personal and intimate in nature.

"Yeah, well what do you call this?" Grant retorted about our dialogue and
referring to the whole flaunting thing as he smiled making me chuckle as
well at how he seemed to be more comfortable about the conversation now.
It never seemed to amaze me how guys tended to feel more comfortable about
this topic with one another.

"Well...I call this two friends just being open about it with one another,
and not making a big deal out of nothing.  Besides, just be glad that at
least you didn't get that nice bulge of yours from your dad's side of the
family." I chuckled making him look at me quizzically not understanding
what I meant as I just shook my head and smiled down at him enjoying his
smooth innocent boyish features.  "Well...let's just say Riley is pretty
small down there so you guy's most definitely do not share that part of the
genes from your dad's side of the family.  Hell from the looks of things
you are probably even bigger than him and you are only ten." I chuckled
making Grant blush again, but he couldn't help himself as he giggle at my
comment, and in some ways seemed a bit more proud about his boy bits as
well.

"How do you know that...I mean...about Riley's size...you know...down
there?" He chuckled as he once more covered himself up with his hands
bringing his knees together being embarrassed by me seeing him like that
even though I've already seen all there is to see while he was still
wearing his underwear.

"How do I know about you, and how do you know about me or Mattie?" I teased
him as he just looked at me and continued to giggle realizing sometimes
there just isn't really an answer one way or the other that made sense.  He
just shook his head as his mind continued to digest some of this new
information that I've been willing to reveal to him.  I decided to take it
even further and confide a little more about what happened to us while at
camp with him.  "Nah, to be honest at camp there isn't a lot of privacy and
the showers are those public kinds with a few private ones so we tend to
notice things about one another." I chided as it made more sense to him
now.  "Did he ever tell you how we met?" I asked him as he thought for a
moment and shook his head.

Laughing at the memory I relayed the story to him as he just sat there
completely enraptured and totally amazed about the incident as I described
it in intimate details.  "Oh hell no...he just walked up to the nurse
completely naked.  Damn, I knew he was popular with the girls and all,
but...for real...naked?  You're not just joshing me are you?" He asked me
as I shook my head and held up my hand swearing it was the truth.

"Damn, I've got to respect him for that." He giggled as he pictured the
event in his mind.  "Um...what ever happened with that girl and phone
number?" He asked me as I just laughed and shook my head.

"Dude...you are just going to have to ask him yourself about that one, but
trust me when I say he did end up getting a lot of action in that
regard...if you get my meaning?" I chuckled as his eyes bugged out of his
head.

"Damn, the way he has girls all over the place I sort of knew that he
was...you know doing stuff...but...?" He just shook his head seeing his
older brother in a different light now not only because of the sex and the
girls, but also because of his actions at camp.  I made sure he understood
that Riley had saved my ass that day as Grant continued.  "What I don't get
is if he's so small...um...you know...down there...then what do all the
girls see in him anyway?" He asked but not really expecting an answer back.

"Well...part of it is his personality...you know...and I guess it really
doesn't matter how big you are, but I have to warn you what he lacks in
size he makes up for it with...um...let's just say gusto." I told him as he
seemed to scrunch up his eyebrows thinking that one through.  It reminded
me that Riley had indicated his little brother might still be a bit
innocent regarding the whole sex stuff.  He seemed to understand the whole
relationship types of things and coupling and all, but an overall knowledge
of sex and what it entailed was still a bit out of his realm of knowledge.
"Um...what I mean Grant is that for a lot of girls it is difficult for them
to get that good feeling when it comes to sex, but with guys it's much
easier.  Well, I'm just saying your brother is very good at making sure
girls get to feel it too.  So, even though he is small down there, he makes
up for it in other ways."  I explained to him as he just looked at me and
mouthed the word `oh' as he finally sort of understood what I meant.  I
mean I got the distinct feeling he was at that stage where he knew some
things, sort of knew other things, and was totally clueless about most
everything else when it came to sex.

It was fun just being able to talk with him about some of the things going
on and I found myself really beginning to like him as a friend forgetting
he was still only ten years old.  We continued to chat for another half
hour or so about his brother as he seemed to get more comfortable with the
idea that the two of them did have a lot in common and that Riley really
was wanting for them to get along better.  I was kind of happy about
getting to know a little more about their dad as well, and I gathered from
what Grant was telling me that he really seemed to connect well with
Riley's mom.  He confided to me that because of this in many ways it had
felt like he had a home here, but that at times it was a bit constrained
because of the anxious relationship with his older brother.  He did
indicate though that he was happy knowing how Riley really felt so that
they could truly make a go of it as a family.

After a while our conversation sort of fizzled out as a lull seemed to
engulf us.  One moment I was awake and talking the next moment my head
snapped up having somehow fallen asleep.  Grant was slumped in my arms also
completely asleep as his chest rose and fell in an easy persistent cadence.
Looking down at him his face seemed so at peace without a care in the
world.  For the first time I really looked at him as I ran my fingers
through his long thick strands along his forehead flicking them aside so I
could get a better look at his face.  He really was cute in that typical
kind of boyish way with a sort of gentleness about him.  Even though his
body was bruised and battered in the usual way of most skateboarders there
was a kind of softness about his features that was tempting.

My eyes flowed downwards taking in his sleek yet firm legs.  His left leg
was stretched out straight with his right one bent at the knee and tucked
under his left one in a relaxed kind of fashion.  There was a maze of pale
blue veins all along his inner thighs in a spider like webbing pattern that
spread upwards beneath his briefs and up along his stomach in the
characteristic way of most boys at a young age.  My eyes settled on his
small bulging protrusion forming a nice little knoll on top making me
quiver with curiosity.

Looking into his face to make sure he was still asleep I reached down with
my left hand in front of us and gently lifted up the front of his white
Hanes boy's briefs.  His bare pubic mound had that same pale blue webbing
all along the front and around the base of his nice sleek slender two and a
half inch flaccid bald headed cave dweller.  I was really surprised at how
thin his shaft was, including his glans, which looked almost bullet like in
shape as the entire length stuck outwards from his pubic mound.  For some
reason I thought it would be bigger, but then again it really wasn't short
or anything just very thin.  In a way it just seemed perfect on him, and at
least around the same size as Riley in its flaccid state which was saying
something.  I guess when all things were considered, length wise it was
pretty typical for his age.

My eyes continued to gaze beneath his soft large caliber bullet taking in
his dark colored soft fleshy avocado looking boy pouch, wrinkles and all,
hanging slightly loose holding two cherry sized distinct shaped outlines.
His scent wafted up to me making me shiver because I had become so in tune
with a boy's scent these days.  His was somehow lighter than even Mattie's
was with a bit of saltiness.  Strange how I picked up on the salt, yet it
just seemed to register.  Intermingled with the salty tang was the
freshness of an ocean like quality to the scent.  Maybe that was the
reasoning behind the saltiness of the smell.

Reaching down I picked up his thin smooth plastic like stake and rubbed his
glans between my thumb and two fingers.  It jerked in my hand, but I was
expecting this, and looked up into Grant's face when a soft moan breathed
out from his lips.  I gazed back down noticing the thin rope like strand
begin to elongate and thicken.  It finally topped out at around three and a
quarter inches, slightly larger than his older brother's, but it continued
to spread outwards and thicken.  It was just mesmerizing at how thick it
got in my fingers.  How something so thin could just fatten up so much was
a bit mind boggling.  It really was a very fat juicy sausage; thicker even
than Evan's, and if I were to guess I'd even swear it was as thick as
Chase's erection...well maybe...since it was difficult to tell from this
particular angle.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and to be honest I got really horny at that
moment staring at that thick stump sticking out from a completely otherwise
forestless blank landscape.  It was like a cut off tree in a desert
wasteland just sticking out all forlorn and alone just waiting patiently
for some attention.

"Holy crap Grant." I whispered and chuckled to no one in particular as the
boy seemed to moan happily in his sleep.  "Well one thing is for sure;
whoever you got those genes from the girl who gets to have that is in for
one hell of a ride." I giggled as I just shook my head at the image of him
sticking that stumpy thick thing inside of a girl, or anyone else for that
matter.

Hell it almost made him look kind of on the short side of things in the
pecker department until you just realize that this was an optical illusion
due to the thickness of his shaft and glans.  Taking one last look I
noticed his bullet shaped head had now transformed looking more like a fat
juicy cherry making me giggle as I pictured myself popping that into my
mouth and nibbling on it like a sweet tasting fruit.  I forced myself to
release his warm torrid erection and gently I eased the waistband back into
place before wrapping my arm around him and cuddling with the smaller boy
for a moment.

I felt my own erection subside and looked down noticing the swelling
between his legs had also gone down.  "Hey Grant wake up sleeping beauty."
I gently spoke in his ear running my fingers through his wavy hair.

"Oh hey Kyle...did we fall asleep?" He asked me as he yawned.

"Yeah, just for a couple of minutes.  We better head back down.  I want to
get Evan and Mattie up so they can go take a piss.  I don't want there to
be an accident." I admitted as he nodded his head.

"Yeah...that could be a bit embarrassing.  Um...Kyle?" He asked me as we
scooted off the bed and stood up.

"Yeah." I responded my turn to yawn.

"Thanks." He stated simply as he stepped forward giving me a hug.  "For
everything."

"No problem Grant, but you are the one doing all the hard work.  Me and
Evan do appreciate how you've protectively taken Mattie under your wings."
I told him returning his embrace before we headed downstairs.

First I picked up Mattie in my arms and motioned for Grant to follow me.  I
wanted him to see what a boy looks like with foreskin when it is peeled
back.  Mattie remained half asleep in my arms as I set him down on wobbly
legs and held him up from behind.  He leaned back into me, but remained
standing with his eyes closed.  I pulled down his pajama bottoms, grabbed
his one and a half inch penis and pulled back his raincoat.  Grant gasped
next to us and actually knelt down getting a closer look at the wet acorn
like knob while I whispered in Mattie's ear encouragingly.  The smaller boy
responded looking down briefly taking note of standing in front of the
toilet before once more closing his eyes and releasing his bladder.

After he finished I tucked him away while Grant just looked at me and
smiled.  "Thanks Kyle...but do you think...I mean...was it alright for me
to see him...you know since he was asleep and all?" He asked a bit anxious
that maybe it had been somehow wrong.

"Nah...don't worry Grant.  Believe me if he were himself he wouldn't have
minded at all.  He's kind of open about his body...well as long as there
aren't any girls around." I chuckled light heartedly as Grant nodded his
head.

"Yeah...I guess I'd be mortified too...you know...with girls...but he
really doesn't mind other guys seeing him?" He asked wanting to be sure.

"No, besides you've already seen him when you put that ointment on him.  I
just thought since you've never seen someone with a foreskin that it might
be a good thing to see what it is all about.  Chances are you won't see
another one unless you go oversees.  Well...that's not all true since more
parents around here are not having their kids be circumcised.  Anyway, at
least you've gotten a chance to see one for now.  Who knows depending on
Mattie he might just allow you to have an even closer look in a day or
two." I chuckled while Grant looked at me a bit puzzled not getting the
joke, with me thinking he'd find out soon enough if I didn't know Mattie
any better.

After putting Mattie down, with Grant snuggling up to the little boy, I
shook awake Evan.  "Hey Evan wake up sweetie." I whispered in his ear
softly so Grant wouldn't hear my affectionate endearment for my little
angel.

Slowly Evan opened up his eyes and smiled briefly before clamping his hand
down around his leaky faucet.  "Shit...I've gotta take a piss real bad." He
hissed jumping up and literally running up the spiral staircase not even
bothering closing the door.

Grant giggled when he heard the other boy moaning in relief as a loud
pounding surf like noise crashing on the beach filtered out the door and
down to the rest of us in the living room as Evan spilled his gusher.
Riley seemed to groan and open his eyes for a moment.

"What's going on?" He yawned looking over towards me while I pointed
upstairs.

"A tsunami by the name of Evan." I giggled as Riley listened and chuckled.

"Yeah all the damn soda pop." He chuckled getting up his little chubbed up
member creating a small tent in his underwear.

I noticed Grant looking at the small tenting in his older brother's shorts
and sort of chuckled.  Riley looked over to his brother and then down at
his small boyhood trying to show off.

"What I can't help it dude.  Not like you haven't gotten one yourself a
time or two." He yawned and stretched before pulling down the front of his
boxers not caring who saw him as he pinched to tip of his three inch
erection.

Grant's eyes popped out of his head seeing his brother naked for the first
time and realizing I had truly told him the truth, but it was the other
thing that had truly made him gawk.  "Whoa, you've got hair...you
know...down there." He stated simply making Riley look down at himself and
then back up to his little brother while he scrunched up his eyebrows.

"Um...duh...dude I like thought you knew that?" Riley scratched his head as
he tucked himself away a bit baffled by his younger brother's behavior.

"Nuh-uh...I...I've never seen you naked before." He stated honestly while
Riley just stared at him a bit perplexed as he scrunched up his eyebrows in
thought.

"Really?" He asked seriously as his little brother just shook his head.
"Whoa...well duh I guess that makes sense because come to think of it I've
never seen you naked either." He admitted scratching his head as he bent
over his little brother and quickly lifted up the boy's briefs taking a
quick peek.  "Whoa, like nice one dude." He stated getting a close look at
his brother's full blown chubbed up oak stump truly impressed with what he
saw.

The move had caught the smaller boy by surprise so he didn't even have a
chance to react, or for that matter protest as Evan began climbing down the
stairs.  This prompted Riley to release the boy's underwear and stand up
making his way over towards the now vacated bathroom taking his turn at
relieving his bladder.  The look on Grant's face was too classic, and I
just busted a gut as I held on to my sides.  Evan walked over and stopped
in front of us looking a bit confused as he looked down at us.

"What's so damn funny?" He asked looking at first me then Grant as he
smiled wanting in on the joke.

"Him." I said pointing to Grant in-between my laughter and while I tried to
breath some air into my lungs so I could explain.

Even Grant began to laugh as the giggle infection swept over him and what
had just happened began to register in his mind.  At first he was surprised
when he saw Riley completely naked for the first time with his shaggy clean
bush, boulders, and lonely little tree standing upright barely visible
through the mounded tangles.  That though wasn't the kicker; instead, this
was reserved for when his older brother had just walked casually over to
him reaching down to snatch at his underwear as if it were no big deal.  It
had happened so fast he couldn't even say or do anything, and completely
froze when his brother just pulled his briefs outwards so he could take a
closer look at the obvious boner concealed beneath the fabric of his Hanes
briefs.  It shocked him that the older boy would even do something like
that and act as if it was no big deal.  Now though as he thought about it
this truly was just so damn funny, not to mention his brother had truly
been impressed with what he had swinging between his legs.  In a way it
made him feel proud that he could make an impression on his older brother
like that.

I continued to point towards Grant as I explained the situation to Evan,
including the part about neither brother ever having seen one another
naked.  My little angel laughed so hard that when he sat down next to me he
had inadvertently popped a hard one himself.  He looked down at himself and
then up towards Grant laughing even more when he saw the smaller boy's eyes
pop out of his head at the obvious boner he was now sporting in his own
underwear.

"Yeah, sounds like Riley." He continued to giggle while Grant just stared
at both of us and our hard tent poles created a nice little roof in our
underwear.  "Dude...don't sweat it I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it.
Besides believe me he is totally into girls...but for real...how do you
guys go without having ever seen one another naked after all these years?
Hell, even though I was really shy there for a while I know Mattie's seen
me a time or two."  Evan continued to laugh with Grant finally loosening up
and laughing again with us after having ogled our hard tent spikes
realizing the entire incident really had been too funny.

After Riley finished up we settled down cuddling back under the covers with
me promising to fill Evan in with the entire story.  He seemed happy with
that as we shifted around into a more comfortable position.  Evan grabbed
my arms wrapping them snugly around him and giggled again as he thought
about Riley and his little brother.  How he wished he had seen the smaller
boy's face, but he sure enough could imagine it.  After a few minutes I
felt him relax in my arms as he faded away.  One by one we all dozed off
slipping into a deep comfortable sleep totally happy and content for the
moment.

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