Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:01:57 +0200
From: freudz@hush.com
Subject: little pants next door bros 1  (true, t/b, cons, mast)

This tale is based on untrue facts. It takes place in the seventies

in a small town on the Dutch coast. English is not my native
language. I guess your fantasies can fill in the lacks in colorful
vocabulary. This is a softcore story. In the second and last part,
the boys and I will take it a small step further. Comments can be
mailed to freundz@hush.com.


little pants next door bros


This evening will be the second time, that I will baby-sit them.
Yesterday, their mother came to our door to asks me. Her husband
was
a lorry driver and that evening he would be returning home, from a
months-trip. Like they always did, they celebrated with a night
out,
just with the two of them. The family lived on the same floor, in
the apartment next to us. The flat had been build in the sixties
and
was still in reasonable shape. De renters were mostly white working-

class families and some exceptions, among which our Indo-european
family. The atmosphere was cozy, but there were also a few
antisocial families. Because of this, the apartment building had
acquired a bad reputation in the course of years.


At the age of thirteen, I didn't consider myself mature yet, but
apparently I had shown enough sense of responsibility, to get
assigned this important task. Moreover it provided me with some
pocket money as well. That lorry driver was certainly not tight on
his cash. The whole day, I was looking forward to that evening.
Wondering, if it would be as exciting, as the first time. Just the
though of it, made my coffee colored boy dick throb in my tight
jeans.


That afternoon in class, I just couldn't pay attention to the
lessons. Each time I had to think, of what the little boys and I
would do the upcoming evening. My teen hormones often bothered me,
during class and controlling them, was about the most difficult
thing, at the time. Normally, I would go to the toilet and
empty my balls, in the bowl or on the tiled wall. This day,
however,
I wanted to save my boy juice for later. Although, I had been
playing sexually, with friends my age and three years younger, I
had
never been aroused by such young boys.


That first time had been a month ago, on the last evening, before
the father had gone on his next trip. Around seven o'clock, I had
rung their doorbell. The oldest of the two had opened the door.
With
sparkling green eyes and a broad smile he had greeted me. Just when

he had opened the door all the way, to let me in, I had noticed,
that he wasn't wearing anything, besides a pair of white boy-
trunks.
He had closed the door behind me and rushed along me, through the
hallway, to the living room. At the same time, he had loudly
announced my arrival to his parents.


The younger brother had come running out of the bedroom. He too,
hadn't been wearing anything, besides a pair of white cotton
trunks.
The parents had been waiting for me en wanted to leave immediately.

The neighbor had quickly given me the phone number of her sister,
in
case anything would happen, and said, that they would be back home,

at around one o'clock. I should feel free, to get a sleeping bag
and
sleep on the couch. Shortly after they left, we heard the heavy
noise of their Ford Mustang engine, as they drove by. There I was,
sitting on our neighbors couch, with two sweet little boys in white

cotton pants.


The youngest boy was five years old. The little imp had blond hair,

green puppet eyes and round cheeks. With his baby tummy, chubby
arms
and legs and tiny feet, he was a very cute toddler. Full of energy,

he would run across the house. The white pants stretched tightly,
around his small buttocks. Although I found him cute and adorable,
for some reason I wasn't sexually interested in him. The two years
older brother, on the other hand, was the hero of my 'wet' dreams.
With his large sparkling green eyes, he would give you this dreamy
look, which made me melt at the spot.


His thin pink lips revealed the most gorgeous boy smile. His sandy
hair was cut short, by his mother every week. The older boy was a
head taller, than his little brother and reached up to my chest. In

contrast to his baby brother, his tummy was flat and two tiny pink
nipples were sticking out from his small chest. His feet were quite

large for his size. Their mum was a pedicure specialist, so their
feet were taken well care of. Since a German man had taught a
friend
and I, about the pleasures of feet and toes, I had developed a
fetish for boy feet (see: valley in the Dutch mountains). Besides
the green eyes, the brothers didn't look much a like. Later my
sister told me, that, the oldest boy had a different father.


In the late seventies we could only receive two televisions
channels
and in the evening there were hardly any programs for children. So,

I asked the boys what they wanted do. They both had this mysterious

look on their faces and started to giggle. The younger one said,
that he wanted to watch a movie. I asked the older boy what he
meant.
Without saying a thing, he stood up and walked to the big wooden
cupboard at the wall. He opened the door and took out a machine and

some square boxes. It happened to be a small 8mm projector.


In the pre-video era, it was a sophisticated piece of equipment.
Instead of projector lens, there was a small box between the two
reels. Through an ingenious mirror, the movie appeared on a 4 x 5
inches screen in the box. Instead of an engine, each reel had a
rotating handle, to play the movie back and forth manually.
Probably
it was intended for editing and lorry drivers had discovered the
multi-functionality of the apparatus. His little fingers skillfully

slid the film through the slots of the projector. A shaky image
appeared on the screen; words in a strange language. It must have
been Danish or Swedish.


The youngest boy was giggling nervously, even before there was
anything to see. His tiny feet were trembling from excitement. He
was standing besides his brother, who was bent forward to operate
the projector. My eyes lusted over his tender neck and followed his

spine to where the white fabric started. It stretched tightly
around
his small bottom. In my tight jeans, I felt my boy dick getting
hard.
Suddenly some people appeared on the screen. In saturated seventies

colors, two men and women were walking in a forest. Soon they
reached an open spot and took off their clothes.


All men and women had bushes of hair, under their armpits and
between their legs. In rapid and successive positions, they had sex

in all imaginable combinations. And all this, in just five minutes.

Breathlessly, the brothers and I watched, how the men sprayed their

sperm on the women's bodies and faces. In the benefit, of a never
drying source of my brothers porn mags, I wasn't a stranger to
porn.
However, I hadn't seen a porn movie yet. During the movie I had
noticed, that the youngest boy had been absently rubbing himself. I

asked him, if the movie gave him a woody. With round heated cheeks
and a naughty look in its eyes, he nodded his head up and down.


Indeed, I could see a small bulge, at the front of his briefs. He
giggled and said, that his older brother had a woody too and that
his was much larger. The older one nodded affirmative and leaned
backwards, so that I could see his larger tent. Seeing his bulge
made my dick throb in my jeans. We watched some more movies, until
the youngest one announced that he had to go to the bathroom. Short

time later he ran back to the living room and told us 'how hard and

big his pecker was'. Without shame, he pulled down the front of his

briefs and proudly showed us, his one inch boner. Because I wanted
to see the dick of the older boy, I asked, who had the largest.


As I expected, the older one jumped up and claimed, that his dick
was the largest. With this, he pulled down the front of his trunks
and revealed his treasure. It had been momentarily stuck behind the

elastic waistband and was released like a catapult. A magnificent
miniature cock bounced against his flat tummy. It was about 2
inches
in size and uncut. The large foreskin covered the gland completely.

Underneath hung a small sack with tiny balls. He was hairless
allover his body. This didn't surprise me, as I had just gotten
three pubic hairs myself, not long before.  After I had confirmed
that he had largest, to my regret, he pulled up his briefs.


I wanted to examine the oldest boy more closely, so my horny
teenage
mind decided, that it was bedtime for the youngest one. In spite of

his loud protests, I managed to get him in bed, within five
minutes.
The urchin said that he always slept in the nude and pulled down
the
front of his briefs, to show off his baby boner for the second
time.
I couldn't suppress a laugh. I helped him take off his briefs
completely and slapped him playfully on his tiny white buns. He
asked, if I would read him a fairy tale. I answered him, that he
already seen enough fairy tales that evening. After I had promised
him, that I would come to baby-sit them more often, he went to
sleep.
I wished him 'sweet dreams' and closed the door of the boy's
bedroom.


In the living room, the older boy had put on up another film.
Because of the irregular movement of his arm, the porn movie
appeared like an old time slapstick. I suggested to take over from
him and asked if he could get met a beer and perhaps a drink for
himself. He came back from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of
beer.
He told me, that his father would occasionally give him a
small glass of beer. I didn't see any danger in it and gave him
permission.  At the front of his briefs, I could still see a small
bulge. Rhetorically, I pointed at it and asked, if he still had a
boner. He affirmed and looked down at his bulge. He asked, if the
movies had gotten me hard too. How could I tell him, that my
aching boy dick got hard, because of his small buns and his little
bulge. Instead, I agreed that the movies also gave me a hard on.


While we were watching the hairy men and women, he asked, if I had
already grown hair 'there'. Now this was the moment I had been
waiting for. Because of my half Asian origin, I had started to grow

body hair, from the age of thirteen. This was a lengthy process.
Every year, I was rewarded with another new hair. Fortunately, my
dick size was in line with my classmates. It was as thick, as one
and a half fingers and about four and a half inches long when
hard. Since my twelfth, I could produce sperm. Firstly, just some
transparent drops, but on my thirteenth, I could shoot the real
thing. Ever since, I was walking around with a leaking dick.


In faith, I told the boy, that it had started growing a year
before.
With longing eyes, he asked, if he could see it. Because I had seen

his pecker too, but especially, because it really turned me on, to
show my coffee brown boy dick to this little white boy, I gladly
agreed. I stood in front of him and dropped my jeans. Relieved of
the pressure, the outline of my raging cock was clearly visible in
my white trunks. A wet spot marked were my dickhead had been
leaking. With two thumbs I lowered my briefs in one movement. Like
a
brown spear, my boy rod stood up from my body.


In spite of the much bigger cocks of the men in the movies, he
uttered a sigh of admiration. Attentively, he examined my cock and
balls from all sides. Paying particular attention, to the three
hairs above my dick. I pulled back my foreskin and the wet purple
gland appeared. He wanted to know, why it was so wet. Because I
didn't know about pre-cum yet, I told him, that it was sperm.
To my delight, he pulled down his briefs too and checked his gland.

I explained that he would get it in a couple of years.


His little tool was still as hard, as only a little boy's can be. I

wondered, how I could get him to touch me and how I could touch
him.
I noticed, he had some cock cheese under his gland. Earlier, he had

told me about him wanting to be a cub scout, just like I was. So I
told him, that I had learned about cleaning your dick, at the
scouts.
Before long, he followed me to the bathroom. To not wake up his
brother, I closed the door. Standing in front of the sink, I
suggested we should take off our underwear, so they wouldn't get
wet.


With warm water and a bar of soap I prepared a soapy washcloth. I
showed him, how I soaped my dick and cleaned my gland, with my
thumb
and index finger. He took over the washcloth and soaped his little
package. Using his thumb and index finger, he tried to clean his
gland, just like I had done. I asked him, if he wanted me to show
him. He nodded affirmative and finally, I could take this
delightful
little member, between my soapy fingers. After cleaning his gland
in
the appropriate way, I continued moving his foreskin back and
forth.


He smiled at me and said how nice it felt. With the washcloth in my

other hand, I soaped his little sack and bottom. Carefully I slid
my
fingers between his buns. When he didn't seem to object, I probed
my
middle finger at his tight hole. When the top of my finger went in,

his body muscles contracted and he sighed. While I continued to
jerk
him off, I didn't move my finger. I waited, until he relaxed and
then carefully shove it in, some deeper. Suddenly, his eyes
went wide open and he pushed my finger out. Obviously I had gone
too
deep. Although I wasn't a novice to ass play, at that age, my hands

(and dick) were motivated more by lust then by reason.


We waited until the pain had subsided and this time I was more
careful. His hole felt warm and tight around my finger. His
breathing went faster and I felt his dick become even harder. He
closed his eyes and his body made a short spasm. His little tool
jolted and was immediately too sensitive to be touched. I asked
him,
if he had an orgasm before. He confirmed that he had, but that
this one had been the nicest thus far. In the meantime, I was still

very horny. My balls were about to burst open. I just had to cum.


Sheepishly I asked him, if he wanted to wash 'mine', like I had
done
'his'. He looked down, at my soap (and precum) covered boy cock and

gave me a sexy smile. He took the bar of soap  and started to soap
up the washcloth. The washcloth was too big for his hand and looked

like a puppet. A little clumsy, but with devotion, he soaped my
throbbing rod. Just like I had done to him, I felt his little thumb

and index finger around my gland. The intense feeling almost made
me
cum. I showed him, how to wrap his soapy hand around my
cock.


Quickly I took the washcloth and soaped my balls and my ass crack.
I
asked him to play with my balls, with his free hand. After some
time,
he got a bit braver and I felt his little fingers looking for my
hole. As I had been playing with my hole for some years already and

even had gotten fucked by a grown man, not long before, his little
middle finger went in without difficulty. I remember even asking
him
to push in two fingers. It was such a beautiful and horny sight, to

watch this young boy in front of me, slightly bent forwards,
caressing me with his divine little hands.


It didn't last long, before I felt it coming. I took hold of his
shoulder en pulled him somewhat to the side. With fierce trusts in
his soapy little hand, I came. The sperm, that had been boiling in
my balls all day long, sprayed across the bathroom. There was even
a
drop on the opposite wall. Amazed, my little neighbor watched, at
what he had accomplished. Although I didn't produce a lot of sperm
yet, even I was impressed (and proud) at the force of it.


Joyfully, we rinsed the soap off our bodies. We didn't take a full
shower. I guess, we suddenly became aware, of the noise we must
have
made and we weren't sure what time it was. When we came out of the
bathroom, it proved to be twenty past midnight. Just  forty
minutes,
before their parents would be home. Quickly we washed the glasses
and put the projector and films back in the cupboard.


As we entered the bedroom of the boys, we found the youngest asleep

on top of his blanket.  His tiny one inch cocklet was pointed
upwards in the air. Probably the movies were giving him a nice
dream.
I lifted his naked little body and whispered to his brother to pull

back the blanket. Carefully I laid him down on the sheet and kissed

him on his belly. This made his older brother giggle. I told him to

be quiet and get in his bed.


He took off his white briefs and got under the covers. He asked, if

I would baby-sit them more often. I answered, that I would like
that,
but that everything we did had to be our secret. He definitely
couldn't tell his baby brother. When he promised not to tell on me,

I slid my hands under the covers and squeezed his little dick
playfully. He gave me naughty smile and I wished
him 'good night'. Within twenty minutes the parents had come home.
After a short report about the course of the evening, during which
I
had to skip some juicy details, I went home. Fortunately, nobody
was
home yet, so I could jerk off another two times, before I fell
asleep exhausted but satisfied.


At last, the bell of the last hour in school rang. As quickly as I
could, I made my way home. I did my homework and ate some
sandwiches.
At around six o'clock I took a shower. It took me a huge effort, to

stay off my hard member. While I was soaping up, I had to think of
that previous time. How my fingers had touched, his little member
and how I had stuck my finger in his little hole. Maybe tonight I
could....


My guardian angel advised me, to wait for later and I concluded,
that my guardian devil would get his way, later on anyway.
So, I turned on the cold-water tap. Exactly at seven o'clock, I
rang our neighbors doorbell.....


More in part two