Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 14:54:54 -0500
From: Duane Lee <duanelee1234@gmail.com>
Subject: My Youthful Fun - Gay - Young Friends b/b

Here are a few stories of some encounters from my youth.   And while all of
these people are "real" individuals from my past, and some of the explicit
activities actually took place, much of it is either significantly
exaggerated, or is based upon my own fantasy.  These encounters are from
the mid to late 1970's and early 1980's.  Although there will be some
background as needed for each of the encounters, I will try not to belabor
the lead-in, and will instead focus more on the sexual aspects of the
encounters.  If you are looking for a love story, this will be a
disappointment.  If you are interested in quick, sexually graphic writings
about a number of differing encounters over a period of years, I hope you
find some interest here.

***
My first sexual interaction was with my younger brother.  We shared a
bedroom, and our youthful fun began around the time that I was eight and he
a year younger.  I do not recall exactly how things started, but do know
that I was the primary aggressor in the relationship.  Our activities at
that age were mostly limited to mutual groping, which led to us grinding
our stiff cocks together and then later me performing oral on him.  And
soon after the first time I sucked him, that particular act pretty much was
the mainstay of our activity.  Me sucking him that is, as he had no desire
to suck me.

So, usually after bedtime, I would sneak over to his bed, pull down the top
sheet, pull down his underpants and then start sucking him.  He was usually
either already stiff in anticipation, or was already starting to chub up as
I ducked my head between his legs and took his immature penis into my
mouth.  As he was hung like a typical seven year old, there was no
difficulty in sucking his cock fully into my mouth, which is what I would
do, and then, with the inexperience of an eight year old, would suck away
at the stiffness until he either asked me to stop, or my mouth became too
tired to continue.

This type of activity with my brother continued for a number of years, and
as I said, I was usually always the aggressor.  He was mostly indifferent
to the act, and sometimes he was repulsed by the fact that I would want to
put my mouth on him down there.  There were a few periods where he decided
that he didn't want to do it anymore, and I would sometimes have to beg him
to let me suck him.  And usually, especially after a few days or weeks had
gone by, he would relent, opening his legs for me and letting me suck him
again.

He was the first person to actually squirt cum in my mouth.  By that time
he was eleven and our interaction over the years had become limited to
maybe a couple times a month.  I had talked him into a quickee before bed,
and was busy sucking away when he suddenly grunted, and I felt his cock
throbbing and a squirt of fluid spurting into my mouth.  Now, a couple
years earlier he had peed in my mouth once while I was sucking him.  I was
really mad at him, spitting both his cock and his piss out as quickly as I
felt the warm liquid jetting into my mouth, him giggling as I did so.  He
had promised then not to ever do that again (I would later come to love the
warm, salty piss of a young boy, and even licking a boy's butthole, but had
no desire whatsoever to do either of those acts to my brother) and my first
thought was that he had broken his promise.

I quickly pulled away and spit, watching my brother's twitching cock
continuing to fire out little spurts of runny juice.  He was actually
shaking a little bit, and his hand immediately went to his cock and he
stroked it several times as the spurts turned into dribbles, and his
shaking legs started to slowly calm down.  "Holy shit" I thought to myself
as I realized this wasn't pee, but was a wet orgasm.  He later told me he
had started spurting a couple months back (while jacking).

As I said earlier, I had no desire to drink his pee, or to lick his butt
(he had actually tried to get me to do that to him one time when I was
begging to suck his cock.  I agreed at first, but when he rolled over and
spread his cheeks and told me to "eat" him, I got really grossed out and
refused) and at first the thought of drinking his cum had a similar
affect.  No desire whatsoever.  But he was insistent.  Having me pull off
while he was at the height of orgasm had really diminished his pleasure,
and he told me he would rather just jack himself off if I wasn't willing to
complete the act.

It was about a month later when I finally agreed.  I was particularly
horny, and had been missing the intimacy of my submissive behavior, so I
told him I would, but that he was going to have to help out.  I would suck,
he would cum, but he was going to have to hold my head in place until he
was completely finished, and I had been "forced" to swallow his cum.  He
agreed, and we positioned ourselves on the bed so that I was on my back, my
head tilted slightly up on the headboard, him on his knees, with his cock
at my face.  He would grab my head by the sides, and using his groin as
leverage, would wedge my head against the headboard when he squirted.  I
would have no place to go, and would either have to swallow, or drown.

I must admit that this position was pretty erotic to me.  As I mentioned
earlier, I was usually the aggressor, which meant that my brother would lay
passive as I used my mouth to suck and slide up and down on his stiffy.  In
this position, he was in control, and as soon as his erection slipped
between my lips, I started sucking, and he started thrusting.  At this age
he had an average sized kid cock, and I had no trouble with the depth of
his thrusts, sucking away as he built up a pretty good pace.  He had no
pubic hair, so each thrust pushed my lips against the baldness of his
groin, his nutsack whacking against my chin as he held my head in place and
worked his hips back and forth.

It didn't really take long, this aggressive action as a motivator, for him
to reach his peak.  And once he did, his thrusting hips were almost a blur
at this point, me sucking and swallowing down my saliva as I worked to keep
up, his legs beginning to shake, him grunting through the final thrusts.
And when the peak moment did finally arrive, he grabbed even tighter onto
my head, his groin flush against my face, and my head trapped against the
headboard.  "Ugh" he grunted as the spurts of runny juice fired from his
cock cannon.  I felt the warmth and tasted the slimy substance immediately
and quickly swallowed.  Still holding tightly on my head, he pumped his
hips several more times, his ball juice spurting with each thrust, his cum
now spilling on my tongue and across each region of my mouth.

I swallowed again, mostly from reflex, as he stopped moving completely, but
still gripping my head.  He was panting, almost like he had been running a
race, and I could feel his cock losing its stiffness, becoming rubbery in
my mouth.  I sucked on it a few more times before he started to slowly move
his hips and groin from my face.  "Did you swallow it?" he asked.  I was
looking up at his eyes, and gave a slight nod.  He broke out into a grin as
his hands relaxed on my head and he began to sit back.  There was a weird
aftertaste in my mouth and I swallowed several more times trying to get it
to go away.  He smiled again, and then said "That is nasty" as he got off
my bed and headed over to his own.

I did continue to suck him on and off over the next several years, although
that was the only time we ever did it in that position.  After that day, it
was our unspoken rule that I would swallow whatever he had to offer, and as
I dutifully slipped into his bed at night, pulling down his underpants and
pushing my face to his cock,  it was me once again who would be doing all
the work, sucking, bobbing, and swallowing.

I had tried a number of times to get my brother to fuck me, and he almost
always refused.  He had no desire to stick his cock where my shit came from
(I guess I couldn't really blame him as I had no desire to lick him where
his shit came from) and that was that.  Right up until he was about 13.  By
that time, we each had our own room, and usually if I wanted a mouthful of
his cum, I would have to sneak to his bedroom, do my duty, and then sneak
back to mine, which was on the other side of the house.  But sometimes,
especially if I had not visited him for a while, he would come to my room.

I had been fucked before by another boy (more on that later) and had been
using my fingers and even some small, cylinder shaped object on my ass for
some time, enjoying the sensation as I would jack off.  I would usually do
this in the shower, since the only lubricant we had was some Vaseline,
which can be quite a chore to clean up.  On this particular night though, I
was in my bedroom using a small wooden handled screwdriver that I had lubed
up, and was slowly sliding in and out of my rectum as I lay on my bed
casually stroking my cock.

The bedroom door was locked, so I wasn't worried about interruption, but a
short time after getting started, there was a jiggle at the door handle,
followed by a soft knock.  I got up, and asked who it was.  "It's me" my
brother answered.  "Hold on a minute" I replied as I slipped the
screwdriver handle from my ass, wiped myself with some of the toilet paper
I had brought to my room for that purpose, and then looked around for
something to slip on (I always lay naked on my bed when I jack off there).

I opened my dresser drawer, and I pulled out a pair of these bikini style,
nylon shorts.  I cannot recall how I had gotten them, and I know that I
never actually wore them out in public, but I loved how the smooth fabric
felt against my ass, and felt sexy as all get out when I would parade
around my room in front of the full mirror, admiring how they hugged the
rump of my butt cheeks.  "Why not" I thought, and pulled them on.

As soon as I opened the door, I knew I was getting fucked that night.  I
mean, his eyes about popped out of his head as I turned and walked back to
my bed, trying my best to wiggle my hind end as I did.  "What's up?" I
asked, bending over to adjust the sheet on my bed, and giving my brother a
full display of my nylon clad bottom.  "When did you get those?" he asked
as his hand drifted down and grabbed at the growing bulge in his tighty
whitey underwear.  "These?  I've had these for a while" I responded, still
bent over working the sheet.  "Do they make my butt look sexy?" I then
asked, glancing down at the open tub of Vaseline as I did so.

So, long story short, that was all it took.  He pulled his underpants down
and grabbed the lube as I continued to stand there, bent over and eager for
his cock. He slathered some of the greasy Vaseline on his very erect cock
and then pushed me right down onto the bed on my stomach.  He grabbed the
nylon panties and yanked them down (he actually ripped them I would later
find out, which pissed me off royally) and hopped up on the bed as I
reached back and pulled my butt cheeks apart.  And then he fucked me.
Really hard.

I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that he wasn't at all gentle with me
that night.  He was a complete novice, was totally worked up and I had been
begging him for this for months.  But damn.  He put the blunt tip of his
very excited cock against my mostly inexperienced asshole, and pushed
solidly into me in one very forceful thrust.  And while he wasn't really
overly endowed in the cock department (he was 13 and quite average for that
age) that hurt really, really bad.  I tried to protest, but this sexed up
boy was absolutely not turning back at this point, and so he pushed my face
into my pillow, covered my body with his, and commenced to fucking.

Oh man, the pain in my ass ring was intense.  Burning, stretching, searing
pain.   As I said, I had already been fucked before by another boy, but he
and I had both been twelve at the time and we had taken it much slower.
And the screwdriver handle was always at a very controlled pace.  But my
brother, man, he was thrusting and pumping and grunting like a madman.  And
I have read stories about how "the pain goes away and is replaced by a
wonderful, warm, full sensation" but there was none of that shit here.
Well except for the warm sensation part, which, fortunately, came pretty
quickly.  It was the warmth of his cum, his seed, being pumped into my ass,
about two dozen thrusts after he started.  It was accompanied by his groans
and grunts, and my whimpering responses (which were drowned out by my
pillow) as he thrust, held, and spurted, then withdrew a few inches, and
then thrust, held and spurted again.

There was a lot of cum, no doubt about that.  His last few thrusts were
actually almost hard to feel, there was so much sperm slime now pooled in
my inner ass walls.  And when he was finally sated, he just lay on my back,
panting heavily, as his cock slipped from my battered asshole.  He rolled
off, got up, grabbed my torn nylon panty shorts, wiped his Vaseline and cum
coated cock on them, then pulled on his underwear and casually left the
room.  He never said a word about it, neither that night, nor any other
time after.  It was the first and last time he ever fucked me, and quite
frankly, as I sat on the toilet afterwards, his cum dripping out of my
still burning asshole, I had lost any desire for him to ever use me in that
way again.

***
Marcus is the son of my much older first cousin.  She was the daughter of
my father's sister, who was much older than my dad, which explains why she
was so much older than me, and which is why Marcus was only four years
younger than me.  This interaction with Marcus took place when he was seven
years old and I was eleven.  He and his mom had come to visit our family.
They lived in another state and his father couldn't make the trip.

Marcus and his mom were staying in a spare bedroom at our house (that was
the room I would eventually convince my parents to let me have) and every
evening, Marcus would have to go to the bathroom, have a bath (or shower, I
can't really recall which it was) and then he could come into the living
room and watch television until bedtime.  Now, I thought Marcus was a
pretty cute kid, with thick brown hair and eyes, a good solid (but
definitely not fat) build, and smooth, very pale skin.  But quite honestly,
I hadn't really even thought about anything sexual with him right up until
that first night after bath time.  When he came into the living room.  And
he was only wearing his very tight fitting white underpants. And they
hugged his little boy parts, and sexy butt cheeks so nicely.  And I
immediately chubbed up.  And I knew right away that I wanted what was
inside those sexy, tight, underwear.

"Want to sit with me?" I asked Marcus (as soon as I found my voice),
offering him a seat on the oversized recliner that I was currently
occupying as we watched television.  "Sure" he replied, and hopped in
alongside me, which, due to space limitation, actually forced him to sit
with one leg (and buttcheek!) kind of wedged up and on my own leg (and a
bit of my crotch).  I put my arm around his back and pulled him into me and
we snuggled up a bit as everyone went back to watching the show.

I have no idea what was on the TV that night.  No recollection at all.  All
I can remember was getting horribly aroused as this sexy, tight underwear
wearing boy, who was smelling freshly washed, sat with the bare skin of his
upper body and smooth legs pressing up against the side of me.  His hair
was still damp and I could smell the scented shampoo.  I could also smell
the toothpaste of his freshly brushed teeth as he giggled from whatever
antics were coming from the show we were watching.  But what I really
wanted to smell was what he had between his legs.  And I mean ANYWHERE
between his legs.  The kid was cute, was cuter than my brother, and I was
totally horned up.

We were sitting in the back of the room, and everyone else's attention was
on the television at the other end, so I felt pretty comfortable in
"innocently" running my hand down Marcus' leg a few times, lightly stroking
him, but stopping short of his underwear line.  He looked up at me and
smiled as I did so, and then shifted several times, and I could see the
lump in the groin of his underwear started to take on some form.  He placed
one of his own hands right on top of the lump and gently squeezed it as he
smiled at me, and then grabbed my hand and dragged it over to the lump.  I
squeezed it myself, the little 3 inch or so peg nice and stiff.

I was totally turned on at this point, and I mean there was some serious
stiffness in my own pants, but I also wasn't a total moron, and I knew that
at any moment anyone could turn and look back and clearly see what we were
doing.  So I reluctantly pulled my hand back away from Marcus' crotch, then
turned and whispered "later" in his ear.  He nodded, and we went back to
watching TV.

A short time later, my cousin told Marcus it was time for bed.  He
protested a bit, and then asked if he could sleep in the room with me and
my brother.  Sensing some happy times ahead, I immediately chimed in,
telling my cousin that would be great, and that he could share my bed.  She
agreed, given that the bed in our guestroom was a single and she wasn't
really looking forward to having to share it with Marcus "who tosses and
turns all night".  Marcus and I jumped up and headed for the bedroom, my
brother not far behind after Mom told him it was time for us to turn in as
well.

I stripped to my own underwear and Marcus and I climbed into bed.  My
brother stripped down, turned off the light and slipped into his own bed.
Marcus giggled as my hands immediately made their way to his groin, where I
briefly fondled his little cocklett, then pulled down the front of his
underpants as the little nub started to stiffen.  "Ever play with it?" I
whispered to him.  "Sometimes at night and sometimes when I am In the
bathtub" he replied.  "Ever have anyone else play with it?" I then asked.
He nodded slightly and said "My friend Daniel and me sometimes play with
each other when he spends the night".  "Has he ever sucked on it?" I asked,
which caused Marcus to give me a puzzled look as he said "Suck on it? On my
peener?"  I smiled at him and gave him a wink.  "You are gonna love this" I
whispered to him as I slid down under the covers, bringing my head to his
exposed groin.

It was dark in the room, and being under the bed sheet it was difficult to
see, but I knew right away that Marcus was stiff as a nail, and as soon as
my face got to his groin, I opened my mouth and took his totally smooth
little boy parts right into my mouth.  And I mean all of his parts, cock
and balls together.  Marcus jerked slightly, and let out a bit of a sigh,
but then lay completely still and silent as I went to work, releasing his
balls from my mouth, and suctioning his little stiffy.

I actually spent quite a bit of time servicing the very excited little
seven year old  erection, not really bobbing up and down like I usually did
with my brother, but keeping the entirely cock in my mouth and sucking away
as I used my tongue to swirl around the little circumcised tip.  I had
never heard of a "dry cum" before, and had no idea that little kids could
even get them, but I am certain now that Marcus let loose with at least two
of them that night.

The first was about ten minutes into the action, me sucking madly, him with
his hands on my head.  I heard him breathe out really forcefully several
times as his hands grabbed my hair, and his legs went full-on stiff and
clamped together.  He stayed like that for maybe 30 seconds or so, and I
think he even stopped breathing for a few seconds.  Then, his legs went
limp again, his breathing returned, and the grip on my hair loosened.  I
pulled up off his still very erect boy prong, but was still eager for some
sexy action, so I immediately began lapping at his tight little nut sack,
licking the smooth flesh and all around his sexy groin.

I had never sucked or licked my brother's balls, but I knew from playing
with my own that they could produce some really nice sensations if you
weren't too rough with them.  So I very carefully licked, and then sucked
on his tiny eggs for a bit before going back to sucking his cock.  After a
few more minutes of that, he again got really stiff and his ragged
breathing returned and I guess he got his jollies again.  When that was
finished, and I exited from under the sheet, Marcus was already asleep!

So, Marcus and his mom stayed with us for three nights, and each of the
subsequent nights was pretty similar to the first one, except there was
usually no prelude to the sucking, I just slid down and started servicing
him from the get-go.  We never really discussed the sex, and during the
daytime there was only one, very brief encounter where he and I were
playing in my bedroom one morning as everyone else was getting breakfast
and watching television.  Because I was sucking him in the dark, I hadn't
really had a chance to even clearly see his cock.  So that morning, with
just the two of us in the room and with the door closed, I yanked his
shorts and underwear down so I could get a gander.  "Hey" Marcus exclaimed
with a grin on his face.  "Shhh.  I just want to see real quick" I replied.

Marcus stood compliant as I got a full, daytime look at his little boy
parts.  As I said before, he was cut, and his little unexcited tube was
about two inches of flesh, sticking out, and dropping just slightly.  The
head had a nice ring of flesh where the circumcision scar was and his
little ball sack was pulled up pretty tight to his body.  Not a hair in
sight, and everything looked so little boy cute, that I couldn't resist a
little suck, so I bent over and took the tasty little rubbery cock in my
mouth.  Marcus sighed as I suckled him to a quick little stiffy, but then
we heard someone coming, and I quickly pulled away and he yanked his shorts
and underwear back up.

The only other thing "we" did during his stay (and I say "we" because
Marcus really didn't even know about it) was one night after he had already
gotten sucked to sleep.  I had finished pleasuring him, and as I always
did, pulled his underwear up and drifted off to sleep myself.  I woke up in
the middle of the night, and when I looked over, the bed sheet had come
down and Marcus was facing away from me, his legs slightly bent, and his
butt in my direction.  Those tight underwear of his were working overtime
in the position he was laying in, his meaty butt globes making a very
pronounced outline in the stretched cotton fabric.

It looked sexy to me.  Not sexy in the sense that I wanted to fuck him, but
in the sense that I wanted to somehow be intimate with his butt.  Maybe a
sniff or a kiss or something.  So I shirted around and brought my face down
to his ass.  And with my nose right against the material of his underwear,
and positioned right where his butt crack was, I took a sniff.  And then
sniffed again.  And I couldn't smell anything more than some damned fabric
softener or something.  I figured if I really wanted to smell something, I
was going to have to get rid of the underpants.

So I slowly slid them down (and really, the way he was laying with his legs
tucked up like that, it wasn't too difficult because the damned things were
already stretched pretty tight).  My only concern was that he would roll
over or something, and I would lose the advantage of having his ass already
in my face, with his butt cheeks essentially cracked open by his current
position.  Well, no issues there because Marcus didn't move a bit as his
bottom was exposed .

Once again my nose went between his cheeks, this time with no underwear to
impede my search for...well, whatever it was I was actually searching for.
I took another sniff, and thought I might have caught a whiff of ass
smell.  You know, not really a turd, but just a butthole smell.  So I dug
in a little deeper, and took another hit.  Yup, butthole smell, the same
smell I got when I would run my finger around the outside of my own asshole
sometimes and then bring my finger to my nose.  Only his smelled sexier
than mine.  Way sexier.  I don't know why it smelled sexy, maybe because it
was from Marcus, who I found to be a really sexy boy. Or maybe it was
because his underwear clad butt had been tempting me each night after bath
time, watching him strut around, his underwear wrapped around that sexy
bottom like a wrapped present that couldn't be opened, and enjoyed, until
Christmas morning.  Whatever the case, it was a sexy smell.

 And so I took a deeper sniff, wedged my nose in a little deeper and
sniffed again.  The butt smell was a little stronger now and I held my
breath to keep the sweet pleasure just a little longer.  Sniff, hold,
exhale, I repeated the pattern several more times.  Damn, how I wished he
had skipped his bath that night.  Would it have smelled just as sweet?
Would there have been lingering leftovers from his most recent trip to the
toilet? Would I still be completely aroused by his ass odor?  Questions
with no answers, and so after taking a couple more hits, I pulled his lucky
underpants (I say lucky because they got to sniff his sexy bottom all day
long!) back into place and went back to sleep.

Marcus and his mom left after their short visit and we didn't see them
again until a number of years later when we went out to their house to
visit them.  Marcus would have been about ten or eleven by then, and man,
what a little hunk he had become.  But unfortunately he was also completely
opposed to any repeat performances of what had taken place at my house, and
he rather forcefully resisted the several not-so-subtle attempts I made.

***
Charles was the son of a single mom and he and his slightly older sister
lived a couple blocks from my house.  They were a very poor family, but
they went to our church and we got to be friends at youth group, and by
extension, would sometimes play together around the neighborhood.

Charles was dark haired and olive skinned.  He was a year younger than me
(and his sister was a year older than me) and my sexual interaction with
him took place when he was around eleven, and I would have been twelve.
His parents were divorced, his father non-existent, and during the summer,
when his mother was at work, Charles and his sister Mary, were home alone.
This was a great arrangement for my brother and me because our mom was
always home, and if we were around the house, we were always getting tasked
with one chore or another.  So heading to Charles's house gave us a
sanctuary from work.

My brother, who was the same age as Charles, had the hots for Mary and so
whenever we were at their house, he would always be hanging around with
her, and me and Charles would find something to do.  Something to do
usually was playing in his room (this was before internet, computers, or
cable tv), most times a board game or matchbox cars.  I wasn't really sexy
attracted to Charles; he wasn't an ugly kid, and he had a very friendly
personality, but he wasn't exactly cure either.  So sex really wasn't on my
mind when we would play, just having some good old fashioned fun.

Well, that all changed one day when my brother and Mary were off in her
room, listening to records and whatever else they did in there (which, I
would later learn, included some heavy petting and at least one blowjob)
and Charles and I were in his room playing matchbox cars.  The door to his
room was closed (I don't recall why, maybe to drown out the sound of Mary's
record player) and Charles was wearing a pair of dark blue shorts (the gym
class kind) and nothing else.  We were scooting around on the floor with
the cars, pretending whatever, and at one point I looked over at Charles,
him on his hands and knees, hunched over, with his butt kind of sticking in
my direction.  There was absolutely nothing sexually provocative about this
pose, it just happened to be the position he was in as he was "driving" his
matchbox car, but for some reason, I got aroused by the sight.

The "sight" was Charles' butt, framed by his gym shorts, and wrapped around
his ass cheeks.  I did not notice any underwear lines, and immediately
wondered if Charles was naked under the shorts.  I glanced down at his
smooth, boyish legs, and his naked, but clean feet, and then back up his
torso at his hairless underarms.  And for some unknown reason, because as I
explained I had never really been attracted to Charles before, I became
aroused.  Very aroused.  And I realized that my cock was quite stiff in my
own shorts, and I immediately knew I was going to have to do something sexy
with Charles.

I sat back and stared at him and pretty quickly he realized that I had
stopped playing.  He turned and sat down and looked at me with a weird look
on his face.  "What's wrong?" he asked.  "Huh?" I replied.  "Why are you
staring at me like that? What's wrong" he said again.  Oh shit, I didn't
realize I had become so entranced that my distraction was noticeable.
"Ummm, uh, are you wearing underwear?" was the first thing that blurted out
of me.  Don't know why I said it, I realize now it wasn't exactly the most
appropriate comment, but it was the first thing that popped out.

His head kind of dropped, and he looked away from me, and he shrugged his
shoulders a bit.  "I didn't have any clean ones" he mumbled.  I could tell
that Charles was embarrassed, and I felt really bad about it.  "No, its ok,
don't be embarrassed or anything, I was just wondering cause I didn't see
any underwear lines in your shorts" I replied.  "Oh" Charles said in
response.  And then he did something that put our intimacy into the fast
lane:  He turned his upper body so that his bottom was pointing out, and
then looked at his ass and said "Yeah, I guess you can't really see any
lines".  There was that butt again, and this time, I was fully aware that
there was nothing between Charles' shorts and his ass cheeks, so, throwing
caution to the wind, and being as aroused as I was, I reached over and ran
my hands right across his ass mounds, giving them a squeeze, and saying
"Yup, that is all you alright".

***
Later that day my brother informed me that Charles and I had made quite a
bit of noise.  So much in fact that he had actually gone and turned up the
record player to dry and drown out our grunts and moans and gasps.  He
could tell right away what was going on behind Charles' closed bedroom
door, but thankfully Mary was either too much into her music or the
attention my brother was paying to her, that she hadn't paid any attention
at all to us.

The noises my brother heard were a vocalization of the pleasures that
Charles and I were both experiencing.  Charles got his first blowjob, and
he gave me my first one as well.  We were both too young for a wet orgasm,
but we both experienced mind numbing, stomach churning tingles several
times as we swapped back and forth, sucking each other's pre-pubescent
erections with much gusto, and eventually settling into a side by side
sixty-nine.  We grasped each other tight, our arms wrapped around each
other, hands cupping and squeezing butt cheeks, and our mouths busily
sucking and slurping on each other's cock at the same time.

Getting Charles out of his shorts after grabbing his ass had been extremely
simple.  He gave no resistance as I massaged his butt, and when I turned
him over, he lay flat on his back and looked up at me, completely
unabashed.  His cock was already tenting in his shorts, and I reached down
and gave it a quick squeeze.  "What's this?" I asked with a grin.  He
grinned back, and quite innocently stated "It gets stiff sometimes, but it
feels good".

>From there, I just grabbed his shorts from the leg holes, and started
tugging.  He raised his hips in assistance, and soon the shorts were on the
floor beside us and I was kneeling next to him, my head making its way to
his crotch.  His cock was cut, about three erect inches and he was
completely smooth down there.  I sucked it into my mouth as Charles moaned
his approval.  He was unwashed and had a bit of a stale pee flavor, but
instead of being repulsed, I was quite pleased with the slightly salty
flavor, and I immediately went to work.

I sucked Charles for about five minutes or so before he asked if I wanted
him to do the same for me.  Well, now.  My brother had never sucked me, and
I had never asked Marcus to suck me, so this was a pleasant turn of
events.  And Charles took to it like a dog to a bone (no pun intended), and
very quickly he was slurping and slobbering all over my four inch stiffy,
well on his way to becoming a masterful cocksucker.  We traded back and
forth several times before settling into the mutually agreeable 69
position, a position that would become a very frequent favorite during our
future encounters.

I really enjoyed the sucking sex with Charles, and we did repeat that
performance many times over the next year.  I did experience my first wet
cum during our time together, and after explaining to Charles what that was
all about, he had no problem taking my juice, and always swallowed it right
down.  And while I have no doubt Charles would have done anything I asked
of him, the sex never progressed beyond sucking.  I did not share the same
infatuation with his butthole that I had with Marcus, and had no desire to
sniff him there (although I did catch a few whiffs from time to time while
sucking him).  We did kiss a few times (Charles was quite starved for any
intimate interaction) but they were confined to closed mouth kisses, and
sometimes on the cheek.

Charles moved about a year after we started our intimate contact, and I did
not see him again until he was 14.  I ran into him at a convenience store
and found out that he and his mom were back in town and living in a local
motel.  He told me that she was at work and agreed when I asked if I could
come back to the room with him.  I ended up sucking him off.  He had grown
quite a bit since I had last seen him, and had a nice stiff cock with a
little bush of pubic hair.  He tried to warn me that he was going to cum,
but I stayed with him, and swallowed down his full load.  Afterwards he was
too spent to reciprocate and the next time I saw him, he politely declined
my suggestion for another go.  He and his mom moved away again right after
that and I have never seen him since.

***
Andy Eldridge was the most beautiful boy I ever laid my eyes on.  In fact,
I really was going to write a story just about him, but realized that there
was so much else to tell that I would include my time with him as a part of
the overall story.  I first met him when I was twelve years old.  He was
seven at the time, and I was at the local elementary school to pick up my
brother and ran into Andy.  Slender build, beautiful, petite face with
light blue eyes, his hair had loose curls and was dark blond colored.  He
was wearing a white t-shirt and light blue shorts and I remember he
appeared angelic to me.  Like a beautiful doll, with a soft voice, yet
friendly personality.

I had been waiting for my brother and Andy was standing right next to me.
I had made a comment about something and he smiled at me and we started
chatting about nothing in particular.  I say nothing in particular, but in
actuality I have no recollection at all about what we talked about.  I was
so taken with this incredibly beautiful little boy, that the only thing I
remember was hoping against all hope that somehow, someway, I would be able
to see him again, and maybe figure out a way to do something intimate with
him.

The next time I saw Andy was several weeks later, just as school let out
for the summer.  He was out riding his bike in the neighborhood.  I ended
up riding with him and eventually we stopped for a rest in an empty lot not
far from my house.  The vacant lot had a small clump of bushes at the rear
of it and I suggested that we take refuge there to get out of the hot sun
and cool down a little.  While there, I learned of Andy's story:

Andy's parents were divorced.  His mom had custody and he had no contact at
all with his father.  Presently, his mother had a boyfriend that she was
living with, and Andy was actually living with another man named Tom.  Tom
worked at the local community center and was a much older guy, and a
lifelong bachelor who had never married.  Apparently Tom had befriended
Andy at the center, and, seemingly as a matter of convenience to get him
out of her hair, Andy's mom had agreed to allow him to "live" at Tom's
house.  Yes, I know what you are thinking: a mother who lets her beautiful
seven year old son go live with an unmarried older man.  Shame on her for
either not realizing, or not caring, what that exposed the boy to.  And
hooray for Tom, because man I got to tell you, that guy must of thought he
won the lottery.

And while I never had any firsthand knowledge of what, if anything, the two
of them may have done together, I did know two things for a fact:  The
first is that Andy slept in Tom's bed at night (I had seen that when I went
to the house one morning after Tom had left for the day) and the other is
that shortly after Andy's mom had moved away (I think to Alabama) and he
later joined her, Tom died.  I was told (by someone who would have known)
that when they went to clear the stuff out of Tom's house, they found naked
pictures of Andy there.  I never saw the pictures (what a score that would
have been) but I was told they were somewhat provocative.

And so that is the background on Andy.  And while I never asked him about
any sexual activity that may have taken place between him and Tom (in fact,
I never questioned him on any of his sexual experience), I can tell you the
boy had obviously had some experience.  And I found that out pretty darn
quickly.

After I heard all about Andy, and what his current circumstances were, he
told me that he needed to be getting back to Tom's place, but asked me if I
would like to come over the next day after Tom left for work.  He told me
that since school was out, he had the place to himself during the day, and
he mostly just hung-out and watched television.  And I will tell you that
the thought of seeing Andy "hanging out" was quite appealing to me.  I
immediately asked him where Tom lived and what time to come by.

The next morning I was up at the crack of dawn, and eagerly awaiting the
anointed hour.  I was anxious as a kid at Christmas, and had been able to
think of nothing more than Andy the entire evening before, jacking off
several times that night, visualizing his slender body, those golden curls
of hair, and his cute face.  And really, at this point, even if nothing
sexual took place between us, just being near him, hell, just being in the
same zip code, seemed to be almost like an honor.

And so as I rode my bike towards Tom's house, I told myself that I really
should be happy regardless of what did, or did not happen.  That just being
close to him would be enough.  To drink in his beauty, and maybe even have
innocent touches against his body, or to breathe in his boyish scent.  Yes,
if that was the extent of it, that would be just fine.  Not that I didn't
want anything sexual, hell, I would gladly service his every sexual desire
given the chance, but I also knew that he was just a little boy, and the
likelihood was that he was not going to be interested in anything sexual.
And boy was I ever wrong.

I knocked on the door and Andy opened it, his body concealed behind the
door as he peered around.  Seeing me, his eyes lit up and he invited me
in.  Andy's curly hair was a bit disheveled, apparently he had just
recently woke up.  And little cute Andy was wearing nothing but a pair of
tight fitting white underpants.  Snow white, with two slender red lines
through the waistband.  The image is burned into my mind and I can remember
them clearly even to this day.  I can also remember how incredibly sexy
young Andy looked in them, giggling as he led me to the bedroom (Tom's room
actually) where he was playing some rudimentary game console (this was the
early 80's remember) on the little television on the dresser at the side of
the bed.

Andy plopped back onto the bed and said "Watch this" as he commenced
manipulating the now antiquated joystick, playing what I believe would have
been the "pong" game.  I truthfully have no clear recollection of the game,
because quite frankly, all I could do was stare at Andy laying on his
stomach, propped up on his elbows, his cute feet bouncing back and forth as
his legs lifted and fell.  His slender body was flawless, not a hair to be
seen below his head.  The skin on his back was so silky smooth, his face
beaming with a wide smile as he played the electronic game.  And that butt!
Oh man, what an incredibly sexy butt that kid had.  And I know that in the
grand scheme of things, 12 year old boys are not supposed to see beauty in
a seven year old boy's bottom, but I was absolutely captivated.

The white underwear was tightly wrapped around each of his half melon like
butt cheeks, the material slightly wedged between the folds of his ass
crack.  And sitting there watching, staring, practically drooling over him,
my eyes were completely fixated on that crack.  And while I had absolutely
flat out refused to lick my brother's ass, and had plenty of opportunity to
engage in such activity with Charles, and could have even done so with
Marcus while my nose was wedged in between his butt cheeks, staring at
Andy's bottom, my cock stiff as it had ever been before in my shorts, I
knew I wanted in there.  I wanted my face in there, I wanted my lips in
there, I wanted my tongue in there, hell, I wanted to crawl inside there
and spend a week, camping out in Andy's rectum! And fortunately, Andy knew
just which buttons to push to get me there.

"Do you like my butt?" I heard him say.   "What?" I asked, not quite sure I
had heard him correctly.  "Do you like my butt ?" he asked again, this time
with a little giggle.  I turned and saw that he was looking at me.  And
apparently had been watching me, watching his butt.  "Ummm, uh, yeah, it's
cute" I managed to mutter, my face reddening.  Andy smiled again, looking
back at his butt, and then again at me.  And then the seven year old
shocked the shit right out of me.  He pushed himself up, leaned over, and
kissed me square on the lips.

Now, up until this point, the only boy kisses I had experienced were with
Charles, and those were mostly closed mouth lip locks that we had shared in
between trips between each other's legs.  So when Andy followed up the
first lip kiss with me by grabbing my head, and then slipping his tongue
into my mouth, I was totally shocked.  And also totally and completely
aroused.  His tongue, slickened with his abundant saliva, felt so silky and
wet in my mouth. And after the initial shock wore off, I grabbed him by the
head also and, sharing my tongue with his mouth, I pulled him back so that
we both fell onto the bed, him on top, me on the bottom, sucking in
mouthfuls of Andy's tongue, spit and oxygen.

We lay there like that, sucking face, for at least a good five minutes.
And when we finally broke apart, both of us panting, Andy lay his head
under my chin, my nose pressed into those beautiful curls of his hair.  I
breathed in his morning scent, the purest essence of little boy, as my
hands travelled down his smooth back and grabbed those sexy butt cheeks of
his.  I used those squishy butt pillows to pull him tight against me as I
leaned down and pressed my mouth to his and sucked his tongue back into my
mouth.  Andy grunted into my mouth as his groin shifted over my own, and I
felt the stiffness of the penis in his underwear rubbing erotically against
my own hard cock.

We lip locked and grinded ourselves against each other for a few minutes
more before pulling apart again.  I looked Andy right in the eye and said
"I like your butt a lot!  In fact, I think I am madly in love with your
butt and your whole body!!"  He smiled at me and said "Well, if you like it
that much, why don't you give it a kiss?"  He smiled again and gave out a
little giggle.  And really, looking back, the kid was so damned experienced
with the kissing and the grinding and the sexually suggestive statement,
that I have no doubt he had been sexually intimate with someone well before
I came into the picture.  But at the time I was too naïve to really
realize, or care how or why things had moved so far, and so fast.  All I
knew was that I wanted to kiss that kid's butt, and a whole lot more.

I wiggled out from under Andy and, with a smile of my own, repositioned
myself behind the prone boy, heading right for the prize.  He actually
arched his back a little bit as my head bent down towards his behind, but
instead of pulling down his underpants, I pushed my face right between his
ass cheeks, much like I had with Marcus, and took a full, deep sniff.  And
dammit all, not even the slightest ass smell.  Nothing but the laundry
scent of his underpants.  And to be honest, I was actually a little bit
disappointed.  I wanted to smell Andy, to taste Andy, to somehow consume
him.  (And in actuality, during a future visit, there would be another
chance, and there would be an unwashed ass, which did smell, and which was
a bit dirty, and which I did relish like a fine wine, but alas, this first
trip to Andy's Anal Kingdom was a much cleaner adventure).

I pulled his underpants down, pulled open his snow white butt globes, and
peered inside.  A cute swirl of pink flesh marked the entrance to his most
intimate opening.  There was a tiny piece of lint laying in the lower half
of one of his butt cheeks and I found myself becoming envious of that
little speck.  And when I pushed my nose into the crevice, taking a deep
breath, that little piece of lint actually got sucked up into my nostril.
Holy shit!  A little piece of cling-on from Andy's ass was now halfway to
my brain!!

Another deep sniff, and still no ass smell.  And so I moved right along and
gave that pink rosebud a nice kiss, lips against lips, and made a big
"smooch" noise as I did so.  Andy giggled, and said "More, kiss it really
good".  Oh, don't worry Andy, I thought, more is coming.  And indeed it
did.  My next kiss was a little more gentle, but much more prolonged, my
lips lingering, and because I was positioned so I was facing his feet, my
nose now nestled along his little taint and near his ballsack.  The next
kiss was actually a lick, tentative at first, just a few swipes against the
hole, but becoming a little more aggressive with each swipe.

At the time, I had no idea that the sexy kiss that Andy had given me was
called "French kissing".  Knew nothing about that at all.  But indeed, the
very next kiss I planted on his butthole was a mimic of the one that Andy
had planted on my mouth just a few minutes earlier.  The second "French
kiss" of my twelve year old life was with the butthole of a seven year old
boy!

Have you ever French kissed a seven year old boy's butthole before?  If so,
and if the boy had a butt that was anything like Andy's, you will know just
how darned difficult it is to slip something as wet and slimy as a tongue
up inside that tight little opening.  And gosh darn it, we all know what
comes out of that hole, and the size of those things, so you would think
that it would just pop open a little easier than it does.  But I will tell
you this, if you work at it a bit, and if the little boy with his butt in
your face relaxes enough (as opposed to the clinching of his butt muscles
that took place when my tongue first started wiggling around back there)
eventually, you will get in there.  And when you do, the boy whose butthole
that has just been breached is going to let out a hell of a moan.  Not a
bad one, but one that is almost like a swift intake of air, followed by a
protracted "ugghhhhh" sound.

And so that is what happened with us.  I worked away at that tight little
muscle, Andy finally relaxed enough to let me in, and he gave out a sexy
moan as my tongue explored the incredibly silky inner folds of a little
boy's anal chute. And while I have since read a number of sex stories about
"anal juice" and other vivid descriptions about the coppery, or almond  or
whatever flavors that are discovered within the hidden kingdom of a boy's
anus, I have no recollection of any of that from this encounter.  In fact,
it wasn't until two or three trips later (on subsequent visits to Tom's
house) that my mouth made to Andy's Anal Buffet that I even discovered that
shit smears (yes, he had them on one of those later visits) had a bitter
taste to them.  Bitter tasting yes, but in my mind (because they were
Andy's butt waste leftovers) also very sweet somehow.  Like one of those
candies that is sour and sweet at the same time.  Only Andy's shit smears
were bitter and sweet!!

I licked and slurped and sucked away at Andy's asshole for a good ten
minutes before I finally pulled away, satisfied that my tongue could go no
further, and that my oral exploration of this sweetheart's shit chute was a
success.  Aside from a few moans and some heavy panting as I had been
working away, Andy had gotten awfully quiet during my expedition, and he
was completely passive as I rolled him onto his back and took his very
stiff, three inch cock right into my mouth and sucked it down to the root.
As I started bobbing my suckling mouth up and down on his erection, Andy's
moans started up again, his hands grabbing the hair on my head.  Very
quickly, his little hips began bouncing up and down to meet the bobs of my
slobbering mouth.  And just as quick, he went into the same spastic fits
that Marcus had encountered while I had sucked his cock.

Andy's legs stiffened, his breathing became erratic, and he started making
whimpering sounds as I sucked away.  I had reached beneath and grabbed his
buttcheeks as his hips had been bouncing, and now they were both clenched
tight as the immature orgasm overwhelmed his tiny body.  And for a good 20
or 30 seconds, he rode out the tantalizing thrill, finally collapsing back
onto the bed in a puddle like a wet noodle.

His hands tugged at my hair, pulling my mouth off of his cock, so I
repositioned myself and began gently licking his balls.  His sack was silky
smooth, and his little scorns jumped around as I lapped away like a mother
cat leaning her kitten.  Andy was still breathing hard, but was laying
passively as I proceeded to provide an oral washing of his balls, groin,
and inner thighs.  And when I finished, I scooted back up to the face the
little cutie, who was again smiling, with a most content look on his sweet
face.

And then I learned another little something about sweet, beautiful little
seven year old Andy.   He loves to kiss, and performs with gusto, but if
you just spent ten minutes with your mouth glued to his asshole, and your
tongue wiggling around inside his little rectal chute, your mouth isn't
going anywhere near his!  I found this out when I leaned in for a kiss, and
Andy abruptly turned his head to the side.  When I tried again, he again
brushed me off.  And when I asked if there was a problem, Andy started
laughing, and in between giggles, he said "Your mouth was on my butthole!"

Well, if Andy had any idea how delicious his butthole had been, he would
have gladly locked lips with me for a second-hand taste.  But given that he
was only seven, I quickly understood how grossed out he might have been
about such a prospect.  So instead of being mad, I just looked at him and,
smiling, said "Well, then I guess I will have to get my kiss some other
place then".  I then commenced to tickling the boy with my hands as I began
giving exaggerated kisses to his ears, neck, little boy tits, his smooth
underarms, his ribs, belly button and stomach. Andy was overcome with
laughter as I continued the dual assault with my hands and mouth, howling
and wiggling as I made my way down his slender body.  And just as I was
about to pounce on his little stiff cock with my mouth once again, he cried
out "You better stop tickling me or I am gonna pee".

OK, I know what you are thinking, and that many of you little boy lovers
would have opened wide and let the waterfall begin.  But remember I was
only twelve at the time, and I had this immediate recollection of my
brother pissing in my mouth that one time, which probably had a bit of a
negative influence on how I related peeing to sexual stimulation.  But, I
did have a bit of curiosity about Andy and his pee, which explains why I
did stop my tickling assault, and suggested that we go into the bathroom so
he could relieve himself.

The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, so it was only a few steps
before Andy was standing at the toilet, and I was down on my knees at his
side.  He giggled again as I grabbed onto his now limp boy noodle and
directed it at the bowl.  It took a few seconds, but then I felt a pulse in
his cock as his urine began flowing.  The lightly golden stream was pretty
forceful, and at one point, much to Andy's delight, I started wiggling his
cock back and forth, making his piss do a little dance.  And as the stream
died down and I gave an exaggerated shake to knock off the last few drops,
I moved my head around to his backside, pushed my face right back in
between his butt cheeks, and gave him a very wet lick all the way from the
bottom of his butt to the start of his lower back.

***
I made maybe ten or twelve more trips back to Tom's house to visit Andy
over the next month or so until sadly, Andy's mother decided that he needed
to come and live with her in her new home in another state.  Our subsequent
visits became a similar repeat of that first performance in which I learned
to essentially pleasure Andy's body in every way imaginable to two young
boys.  And while it was mostly one-sided, Andy did suck me twice, both
times removing my cock from his mouth as I began to ejaculate, but allowing
me to spill my runny, immature cum across his smooth chest. And one time he
lay passive on his stomach as I rubbed my cock between his butt cheeks, but
not into his hole, until I spurted my juice into his ass crack.  He agreed
to let me push some of it into his hole with my finger, but I had to
promise to lick it all out when I was finished, a chore that I, having no
desire at the time to taste my own cum, begrudgingly undertook.

So for the most part it was me pleasuring him.  And really, just like it
had been with my brother, and then again with Marcus, I had no problems
with the arrangements.  I did make sure that we always started off with
some really heavy kissing, knowing that as soon as my mouth hit his
asshole, he wouldn't let my tongue back in his mouth.  After that, I would
usually suck his little cock until he got his tingles, and then work his
groin, inner thighs, and finally butthole with my mouth.  A couple times we
lay there together as I quite literally licked his entire body, starting
out with his mouth, ears, neck and armpits, and then working my way south,
down his belly and past his mid-section to his cute little feet.  He would
giggle and coo as I bathed each of his sweet little piggy toes, and then
finish him off between his legs, front and back.

And as I mentioned earlier, there were a couple times when Andy was less
than completely clean on his little sexy body.  Many times I could taste a
little stale pissy flavor on his groin, and several times I pried open his
butt cheeks and discovered a few precious goodie smears adorning his anal
rim.  Not a lot of odor, and really, truly, a sweet bitterness is all I
tasted when I finally (after staring at it for a few moments trying to
figure out if I really wanted to do this) licked those tasty smears away.
I also tasted a little bit of his piss one time.  We were at the toilet,
much like the first time, and just as his stream started to die down, and
shocking both of us completely, I leaned over and put my mouth on his
little boy hose just as the last few spurts came out.  It was warm, and
mostly flavorless, and I had no difficulty swallowing down the little bit
that ended up in my mouth.  Andy thought it was hysterical, and started
laughing so hard that he actually squirted out a little bit more piss, and
I swallowed that down as well.

But alas, all good things must end, and I was horribly crushed when I found
out that Andy was leaving.  Due to the difference in our ages, we really
didn't have a chance to do anything like have a sleepover or anything like
that, but these mornings together (we couldn't meet every day because
sometimes Tom took him to work with him) had been the happiest of my life
thus far.  I would come to miss him terribly when he was gone, and was
devastated when the day of his departure arrived.  To add insult to injury,
I had gone to Tom's house that morning, hoping for one final intimate
encounter, but was met at the door by Andy, who said that Tom was there,
and that they were busy packing and getting things in order to leave.  I
hugged Andy tight, and gave him a very quick kiss on the lips (no tongue as
we were standing in the doorway) and walked away, tears streaming down my
face.

***
The next series of encounters I had took place over that summer, and were
(admittedly) me taking advantage of younger boys that I would meet.  These
were not seductions; these were me molesting smaller boys.  Not through
violence, but by me taking advantage of being older, and bigger.  And the
fact that they were all younger than me was still lost on me at the time,
and my attraction for smaller boys hadn't yet clicked in my mind.  That
would come soon enough, but during this brief period, from my perspective,
it was just about having some quick fun.

First was Jerry, a white trash neighborhood kid, about seven years old.
Jerry had very blond hair, shaggy and always unkempt.  And as a rule, he
was quite unkempt himself.  Couldn't tell you how long it had been since
the kid bathed, but it was obvious he needed one.  I ran into him down by a
local canal.  He was wearing a torn t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts
and was messing around with a small turtle he had found.  The zipper on his
shorts was down, and I told him so.  He informed me that it was "stuck" and
that he couldn't get it to work.  I offered to help, which eventually led
to me pulling the shorts down (to try and get the zipper to line up
better.

He was wearing a pair of cartoon style underpants, and judging from the
dirt and stale urine smell, he had been wearing them for at least several
days.  Under the pretense of trying to get that damned zipper unstuck, my
hands brushed up several times against the little tube of flesh that was
making a pretty impressive lump at the front of Jerry's undies.  And the
more I brushed, the bigger the lump got.

Finally having some success at the zipper, I dropped the shorts and they
fell to his ankles.  I then grabbed those grubby underpants and yanked them
down as well.  Holy crap!  Little dirty Jerry had a heck of a nice cock for
being such a little kid.  I didn't ask, and he didn't offer.  I was already
on my knees having been working on his zipper, so I just leaned right in
and took the stiffening cocklett right into my mouth and started sucking.
It plumped up fully within a couple seconds, and little Jerry (the horndog)
actually started pumping his hips right into my face!

He definitely needed a bath, as his groin reeked of piss, and had a very
salty flavor.  But I didn't care, I just sucked away, Jerry thrusting his
hips in time with the slurping sounds my busy mouth was making.  He was
actually pumping too fast, and I had to grab his soft ass cheeks with my
hands to slow him down a little.  Within a few minutes, Jerry sang out a
little cry of happiness, and then pulled away, hiked up his shorts, and we
were done.  And while I did see Jerry several more times over the next
several days, and he happily dropped his shorts for me each time, I never
did ask how he knew to fuck my face like he did, or if there was maybe
someone else who was giving him similar pleasure between his grubby thighs.

The next kid was a little boy I found under a bridge.  He was visiting
family in the area, and had a length of fishing line with a small hook and
some bread, and was trying to catch bream.  I think his name was Kyle, but
cannot actually remember, because I only saw him once.  He was six, and
getting into his pants was just a matter of suggesting a "break" from his
fishing, during which we lay down on the sloped bank under the bridge.  He
giggled as I slid his shorts and underwear down, revealing a little one
inch worm of little boy flesh between his legs.  He giggled more as I
suckled that little bump of flesh into a cute little stiffy, and then
licked his tiny nut sack and smooth groin.  He was clean down there (a nice
change of pace from the piss tastes of Jerry) and I took my time on him,
enjoying his gasps of pleasure as I suckled the kid for a good ten minutes.

The next boy was Mark.  He lived a ways from my house, but I had been out
biking one day and ended up in a wooded area several miles from home.  He
was also playing in the woods, was eight years old, had dark blond, close
cut hair, and was wearing a t-shirt and pair of yellow shorts.  He was
anxious to have someone to play with, and we did for a bit, some crude war
game he had devised.  That led to him being captured, and under the
pre-text of "torturing" him, down came those yellow shorts and the blue and
red underpants beneath.

Mark struggled a bit as I stripped him.  I don't think he had a problem
with getting sucked (he took to that pretty well once I started working on
him) but he had a secret hidden in his underwear that he didn't want me to
discover.  The poor kid had apparently shit his pants earlier, and, in his
embarrassment (and once it became obvious that those shorts were indeed
coming down whether he liked it or not) he explained to me that his kid
sister had shit in his pants.  OK, so now, as an adult, this explanation
makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.  But as a kid, with a squirming boy
underneath me making this comment, I remember actually thinking "Why in the
hell would he have let her do that?"

And sure enough, there in the seat of those red and blue underpants, was a
little turd, probably three inches long and very small in diameter.  I
remember that it was a light brown (tan) color and it appeared to be very
dry and was just sitting there, parked in the seat.  I have no recollection
of any shit smell whatsoever, just this little loaf of poop staring up at
me.  It didn't stop me from sucking Mark's tiny (and I do mean tiny, like a
micro-cock or something) penis into my mouth, but I do remember, the entire
time I slurped away on his little rod, wondering why he would have let his
little sister do that to him.

I ran into a little five year old Hispanic kid one day.  His was the first
uncircumcised penis I had ever seen, and it became my next kiddy-cock snack
when I ran into him in the bathroom at a park about a mile or so from my
house.  He was just hanging out in the open area, apparently enjoying the
air conditioned building, a brief respite from the sweltering Florida
heat.  I finished my business at one of the urinals and lured him into one
of the stalls.  We didn't exchange much chatter, and he did not resist when
I slid his shorts and underwear down.  As I said, he was uncut, which was a
new one for me.  I had heard about uncut cocks before, and so after toying
with it a bit, decided to give it a suck.

The kid seemed to enjoy it, and so I continued sucking as it blossomed into
a full stiffy, grabbing his soft little butt cheeks and running one of my
fingers between his butt mounds, grazing his warm pucker.  He was mostly
quiet, giggling a few times, but not too loud, and I sucked away for a good
five minutes before pulling off and admiring the still hooded erection that
was now poking up stiffly from between the kid's legs.  The head of his
cock was still hidden, so I took his cock back in my mouth and suckled away
for a little bit more before finally releasing him and helping him pull up
his shorts.

I exited the restroom first, and fearing any subsequent encounter once my
little friend came out, immediately got onto my bike and peddled away.
Years later, when I learned about cleanliness issues with young boys and
their hooded cocks, I wondered if I had sucked anything nasty into my mouth
that day.  All I can recall was that it was just a little pissy flavored,
but nothing unpleasant, so if there was anything hidden under that extra
flap of skin, and if I did suck it off, none the worse for wear.  I will
tell you that my finger, the one that had been brushing up against his
butthole, had a delightful poop smell on it that I sniffed and huffed the
entire way home!

There were a couple, non-sexual erotic encounters during that period as
well.  The boy at the park who needed some help going up the slide-tube who
had on a pair of blue shorts that accented the globes of his six year old
ass mounds so tightly, that he might as well have been naked.  I was only
too glad to help, as I positioned myself beneath him in the tube, and used
my arms to push him up, my face right up against his ass, my nose mashed
tightly into the crack of happiness.  Prolonging the amount of time I was
face to ass with the cute kid, I "struggled" a lot more than I needed in
pushing him up, huffing away the entire time on his butt smell, which was
slight, but definitely there.  He asked for "help" three more times, and I
gladly obliged him, filling my lungs with boy ass smell during each
subsequent trip up that slide.

There was also this really cute kid named Steve who would have been around
nine or ten with curly, light brown hair, and a killer little body.  There
was a group of us playing basketball, and this little hottie was playing
shirtless.  I managed a few body contact grabs of his smooth chest and
arms.  After the game, as Steve was walking away, I tried to engage him,
seeing if he might be interested in hanging out.  Apparently he had to be
someplace, so he declined.  I was disappointed, but, as he again started
walking away, gave him a pat on his head and upper back, getting a bunch of
his sweat on my hand.  Ever taste the sweat of a sexy boy before?  Me
neither.  Not until that day, when I licked the cooling liquid from my
fingers as he trounced off, completely unaware that I was drunk from his
sweat, watching his butt the whole time and fantasizing about licking the
sweat from his ass crevice.

I did see Steve around the neighborhood a few more times that summer, but,
try as I might, couldn't get him any place where I could try anything
sexual with him.  I later learned that he didn't live in our neighborhood;
he actually lived about ten miles away, but that he was coming that summer
to stay with his grandparents during the day.  The only other remarkable
event with him happened later that summer when I ran into him at a local
waterpark.  He had been dropped off by his mother, and I watched him head
into the bathroom to change.  I followed him in, hoping to catch a quick
glimpse.

We chatted at the sink, and then he ducked into one of the cubicles to
change.  I grabbed the one right next to him, but there was no way to see
anything, and all I could do as I watched his clothes dropping to the floor
(while changing myself as well) was try and control my stiffy as I
fantasized about the naked cutey who was just a wall away from me.  And
then, something totally surprising happened.  As Steve dropped his
underpants (white with a tan line in the waistband) he went to kick them
up, and when he did so, they slipped off his foot and right into my
cubicle!  I grabbed the little cotton briefs as he quickly said "Oops,
could you toss those back?"  Of course I could, right after I brought those
intimate undergarments to my nose and took a big sniff, right at the ass,
right where a sexy little skid mark was staring right back at me.  On quick
huff, followed by a lick (yeah, I know, disgusting licking another boy's
shit smear, but hell, I figured it was the best I was gonna get) and then I
tossed them over the top of the wall with a laugh.

There was also Bobby, a little boy that my sister was babysitting that
summer, a cute six year old who she was watching at his house during the
day. I would sometimes drop by the house, especially when I knew they were
going swimming in Bobby's pool.   One day I got there just as Bobby was
getting changed into his bathing suit, and I used the opportunity to join
him in the bathroom to change as well.  The kid had a cute little one-inch
cocklett, and a killer set of creamy smooth butt mounds, but he was also
too hyperactive for me to even try anything with (other than "innocently"
grabbing his ass and groin as we rough housed in the pool sometimes).

So after he was changed, and headed out the bathroom door, I stayed behind
and, mimicking what I had done with Steve s underwear, I pulled Bobby's
well used cartoon briefs to my face, and sucked in all of his boyish pee
and poo smells as I yanked out a quick one sitting on the toilet.  And
those undies made their way home with me that day, and I used them over and
over for the next several nights, sniffing Bobby's smells as I pleasured
myself.  And when the Bobby smells were finally gone, I would just switch
them out with a "fresh" pair on my next visit to his house.  I never got to
suck Bobby's little cock, but I sure did get intimate with many of his
dirty underpants that summer.

***
The next series of encounters were the result of a friend I made after
school started back in the fall.  I was 13 now, and Scott was in my grade,
but just a little younger than me.  He was a rough kid, living with his
mother and younger (four year old) brother in a duplex on the other side of
our neighborhood.  This was the lower-class section of our community, and
Scott and his family fit that bill very well.  They were poor, his home was
usually a disaster, and he and his brother were often left alone most of
the time.  She did daycare in her home during the week but in the evening
and during the weekends she was rarely around, at least when I was over
there.

Scott, like most of the poorer kids from that section of the neighborhood,
was somewhat of a transient.  He and his mother and brother moved a lot,
having just moved in right before school started, which is why I hadn't met
him before.  They would be gone by the time Christmas break came around, so
we weren't really friends for that long, but those five months were the
most revealing period in my sexual life.  Yes, all of my sexual activity to
this point had been with younger participants, but it was during this
period that I fully realized that I was horribly, passionately, and
inexplicably sexually attracted to very young boys.

It started after Scott and I had befriended each other at school.  We each
rode our bikes to school, and so after we became friends, we would often
ride together on the way home, him reaching his place first, and then me
pedaling off to my house.  It was during one of these rides, and while we
were having casual conversation, that Scott said something about getting a
blow job.  Now, I don't know if he had seen or sensed something in me that
made him make such a comment, or if he was just fishing himself, but my
ears definitely perked up, and in very short order, we had stopped our
ride, and had our bikes propped against the backside of a wood shed behind
Scott's house as we carried on the hushed discussion.

He essentially asked me if I had ever had my dick sucked, announcing that
he was getting his sucked on a pretty regular basis.  Well, Charles had in
fact sucked on my dick, so I answered in the affirmative, to which Scott
asked "who" had done it.  I wasn't quite prepared for that one, and was a
little hesitant about revealing sexual acts with another boy. I didn't want
to be labeled a "fag" and wasn't certain I could trust Scott.  That concern
was well founded, because later, right before he moved away at Christmas,
he did let it be known that I had sucked his cock (leaving out the fact
that he had also sucked mine) which caused a whole lot of problems for me
down the road (but which also opened up some future sexual encounters as
well).

So, instead of answering, I deferred, asking his who was sucking his cock.
And damnitall if he didn't tell me it was his little brother Joshy.  "The
little fucker sucks me whenever I want.  Eats my cum too." Scott said, just
as casual as can be.  Fuck!  I had seen the kid a couple times playing out
in their front yard, and he was a cute little boy, with a skinny build,
dark, wavy hair, and a sexy little bottom that was well wounded and seemed
perfect on his boyish body.  I was immediately turned on, and had these
visions of Scott, laying naked on his bed, Joshy sucking away, his little
mouth slurping Scott's excited cock, getting ready to swallow some big
brother nut cream into his four year old tummy.

And then, with this vision of Joshy gobbling down a mouthful of cum dancing
in my thoughts, Scott said "Do you want a blow job?" Oh, hell yes, I
thought, bring Joshy here and let the sucking begin.  I nodded vigorously
at Scott's request, and he motioned me into the wooden shed.  Closing the
doors behind us, Scott began stripping down, pulling his pants to his knees
as I stood there looking stupid, wondering where Joshy was.  "Come on, take
your pants down" Scott said, "We can do each other at the same time, it's
called a sixty-nine".

Charles and I had used this same position many times (although this was the
first time I heard it called that) so it was nothing new to me, and I had
no problem as Scott quickly arranged us into position, leaning in and
taking his excited four inches into my mouth.  And as he sucked my own
stiff cock into his, I was actually enjoying this mutual activity, although
I was admittedly quite disappointed, as the real motivation for the stiffy
between my legs that Scott was now sucking away on was little Joshy.   But
the disappointment was short lived, because Scott really had a good mouth,
and he had no problem taking the entirety of my cock inside.  And his cock
with the dozen or so silky hairs at the base, was the perfect size for my
mouth as well, and so I soon found my nose pressed up against his smooth
nutsack as I suckled him to the base.

So there we were, two young boys, pants and undies bunched up mid thigh,
laying on the dirty floor of a small wooden shed, hands wrapped around and
gripping smooth ass cheeks, each slurping and sucking away.  We had no
sense of the danger of engaging in this intimate act inside the shed, where
anyone could have walked over and opened one of the doors (which thankfully
did not happen) and had no sense of what was going to happen when we each
reached our peak (I knew from the conversation about his brother that Scott
could cum, and I damn sure knew I could cum).

The first consideration I gave to that dilemma was just as I myself started
to feel an orgasm building between my legs.  I was still sucking away on
Scott's cock, and the realization hit that he was probably going to be
close to blowing as well.  I didn't have any problem swallowing cum (I had
already breached that with my brother) and based on the comment he made
about his brother, I didn't expect that Scott would be adverse to it, so as
my orgasm started to peak, I actually bucked my hips several times against
Scott's mouth, and unloaded.  I heard him make a couple gagging and
swallowing sounds just as his cock started spurting in my mouth, the warm,
(thicker than spit, but thinner than the more mature cum that would still
be a year or so away), bursts of his excitement filling my throat, and the
quickly swallowed down.

We repeated our mutual pleasure many times over the next week, not really
discussing it much beyond the "Do you wanna go into the shed?" that would
be the after-school lead-in.  He never asked me who else I might have been
engaged with, and I didn't offer.  I was very interested in learning more
about what may have been happening between Scott and Joshy, but by the time
we had finished our second and third trips into the shed, I assumed that
the comment he made about his brother had been bullshit.  After all, why
would he need me to suck him off if Joshy was already performing the act?
Why would he want me when there was a cute little boy right there?  And
while I liked being sucked, and was totally enjoying being the recipient of
a mouthful of Scott's cum, it was Joshy I was really interested in.  Cute,
smooth, little four year old Joshy.

And as I thought more about that, I finally realized that I wasn't just
abnormal when it came to sex (engaging in it with another boy) but I was a
full-blown pervert who had the hots for little boys.  And while the full
impact of that realization wouldn't come until years later (I had no idea
what a "pedophile" was at the time), I knew, realized, that having sex with
other boys was abnormal, but having sex with really little boys was somehow
even worse. And my encounters with Scott were getting ready to get a lot
more perverted.  A lot more.

***
Scott told me one day that he had to get right home after school because
his mom needed him to watch Joshy.  This was probably a week or two after
we had first hooked up in the shed after school (and which we had repeated
almost every day since then).  As I said earlier, his mother would usually
babysit other little kids during the day, but apparently on this date, all
of them were getting picked up early because she had some appointment to be
at.  That was why Scott had to get home.  I was a little disappointed, but
that was short lived when Scott suggested I wait until his mom left, and
then come to his place.  So I waited down the street until I saw her car
pull away, and then snuck back to his house, him opening the door and
ushering me in as soon as I walked up.

The place was pretty much a disaster, testimony to all of the little kids
that had apparently been playing there all day.  In the livingroom there
was a dark blue L shaped couch, and Scott immediately went and plopped down
at one end, me on the other.  He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the
floor, and then pulled off his shoes and socks, and they went flying as
well.  And then, dressed only in a pair of shorts, he leaned back, put his
hands behind his head (for the record, hairless armpits) and then looked
over at me.  "Ready for a show?" he asked with a smile.

What followed was Scott calling Joshy, who was dressed only in a pair of
older, threadbare cartoon style underpants, into the room.  "Suck me" the
older brother demanded, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down as he
leaned even farther back.  Joshy looked at me, seemed indifferent to my
presence, and then hopped on the couch.  Kneeling beside his older brother,
he bent his head down, and sucked Scott's stiffy right into his mouth.

I was absolutely mesmerized by the little kid and his cute, compact body.
He had thick brown hair, a cute face (which at this particular time was
bobbing up and down between his older brother's legs), a slender, hairless
body with long legs and cute (although a little dirty) feet.  His butt was
sticking up and in my direction, and his underwear, a bit on the dingy
side, were stretched tight around his rounded ass cheeks.  I could see a
stripe of brown, a cute little skidmark, right at the center.  Right where
his buttcheeks split; right where his anus must have kissed the cotton; and
right where, at that moment, I wanted my face to be.

By this point in my life, I had sniffed Marcus there, I had sniffed the kid
at the park there, I had sniffed Steve's underwear there.  I had sniffed,
and licked, and sucked away at Andy's ass-end, and now, at this moment, I
wanted to do that to Joshy.  To sniff, and kiss, and lick, and tongue
probe, and slurp away at his little four year old butt hole.   And as he
slurped away at Scott's cock, his ass end pointed up at me, calling out to
me, teasing me like an all you can eat buffet, I decided to do just that.
To dive in and chow down.  And so I did.

***
Later that day, as I was peddling my way to my house, I began wondering
what kind of sick freak I had become.  I had not only feasted on Joshy's
asshole, but had ended up licking Scotts butt as well.  And now I was
overcome with a sense of despair.  Not only was I having sex with other
boys, I was so completely out of control that I was orally servicing the
butts of two brothers, one of them who was only four years old.  How had I
sunk so low?  How had I become such a freak?

I had been so excited watching Joshy sucking on Scott, his tiny, underwear
clad bottom sticking out as he was bent over Scott's lap.  I just couldn't
help myself, and felt like I was on auto-pilot as I scooted across the
couch and leaned down, pushing my face tight against Joshy's bottom.  I
took a deep sniff and that smell, oh that wonderful, boyish, unwashed
butthole smell, it just wafted into my nostrils, up into my brain, and set
in motion a series of perverted, lustful acts.

Joshy needed a bath, that much was certain and became immediately apparent
as soon as I took my first deep sniff.  I could see that his legs, and feet
were both pretty grubby, and his underpants reeked of poop and pee odors.
But instead of repulsing me, it drove me on, and when I couldn't get enough
stink from his underwear clad ass, I pulled them off and stuck my nose
right into his tiny butt crack.

Now, I'm not sure who, if anyone, was supposed to be wiping this kid's
bottom after he takes a shit, but whoever it was obviously wasn't
performing very well.  There were dried shit smears all along the inner
folds of Joshy's butt cheeks, and a tiny clump of poop right on his hole.
And while you might think I was completely revolted when my nose mashed
into these Joshy waste remnants, I had absolutely no such issue.  In fact,
as soon as I took a big heavy sniff, filling my lungs with a smell that I
can only describe as little boy anal heaven, I pulled my nose out, and
pushed my mouth right in.

Earlier in this story I wrote about the bitter-sweetness of Andy's shit
smears.  And really, truly, they had been just that.  Joshy on the other
hand, had a lot more of the butt crud in his ass folds, and, while still
slightly bitter, didn't really have much of a noticeable taste at all.  In
fact, I was kind of disappointed almost that I wasn't getting the same
tastes from Joshy that I had from Andy.  Regardless of that, I did feast.
I licked, I slurped, I munched, I dug and probed and sucked and lapped
away, making so much noise, and with such vigor, that I didn't even notice
that Joshy had stopped sucking Scott, and they were now both watching me
playing oral toilet paper on Joshy's tiny little hind end.

"Holy shit" I heard Scott say, my tongue halfway to Joshy's throat via his
rectal tube.  "That is so fucking gross" he added as I heard Joshy giggle.
Pulling back and looking up, I could see wide eyed Scott staring at me,
while Joshy just stay put, his ass elevated, and Scott's slobbery wet cock
in his hand.  "He shits out of there" Scott said, "How the fuck can you do
that?"  "Sorry" I mumbled, suddenly realizing that I hadn't even bothered
to ask permission.  "That felt good" I heard Joshy say, his free hand
reaching back and scratching one of his exposed ass cheeks.  "He stuck his
tongue in my hiney" he added.

Now, in my youthful mind, up until that moment, there would have been
nothing more devastating than having been exposed to my middle school
friends as a "fag".  I had felt that my secret was safe with Scott, simply
because we had been "fags" with each other.  But at that moment I had an
overwhelming fear that I had crossed the boundary, and that Scott now had
something on me (notwithstanding the fact that I had the knowledge that he
was having his brother suck his cock) that made me very vulnerable.  And
while I really did not have any overwhelming desire to kiss or lick Scott's
butthole, I knew as soon as he asked me to do it, that he had me, and I had
little choice in the matter.  And so I did.

It was a matter of Scott simply discarding the shorts that were pooled at
his knees, and then hiking his legs up, exposing his midsection in its
entirety.  I was to lick his ass, and Joshy was to simultaneously suck his
cock.  And while his asshole was much cleaner than Joshy's (just a little
dried sweat flavor) it, in my mind, smelled much more like a butthole than
the sexy boy smell that had radiated from Joshy's bottom.   But I was able
to give it a number of deep licks, and my tongue easily corkscrewed inside
Soctt's anal chute as cute little Joshy was slobbering away on Scott's
erection, right there inches away from my face.

I studied the little boy's face as he bobbed up and down on his brother's
cock.  He had dark brown eyes, a cute little nose and a blemish-free face,
his cheeks hollowing in time with the sucks he was taking.  His dark hair
was a little too long, his bangs dropping over his eyes as his head moved.
He was indeed a little cutie, but not a beautiful boy like Andy was.  He
was drooling as he sucked, a little line of spittle running down around
Scott's nutsack, and down towards his taint.  I couldn't resist, and took a
quick break from my task to slurp up the wayward slobber.

It took less than 5 minutes for Scott to get his nut.  My mouth was glued
to his pucker, and I felt it clenching in time with his grunts and the
apparent spurts of his cum into Joshy's suckling mouth.  The little boy had
no difficulty whatsoever swallowing down his older brother's nut juice, and
I could see his throat muscles bobbing as he did so.  In an instant, a
wicked thought flashed through my mind: I wondered how much of Scott's cum
may have been in the little poop smears I had recently eaten from Joshy's
ass.  Could I have gotten some second-hand cum, passed from one brother to
another and then to me?  Stupid, I know, but it was kinda sexy at the time.

I didn't get a chance to suck on Joshy that day, as I had to be getting
home.  But I did suck him many, many times after that.  I sucked his little
two inch stale piss flavored erection, I sucked his tiny little nutsack, I
licked at his creamy little armpits, I bathed his dirty feet, and legs, and
neck with my tongue and mouth.  And most of all, I ate that ass of his.  He
was never quite as dirty as that first time, but he was never really quite
clean either (well, he was when I was finished, but you know what I mean).
And while each time it always started out with Joshy and I dual-servicing
Scott, he always let us sneak away after he had gotten off so we could have
some intimate fun together.

Our favorite place to play was his bed.  I loved the way his bed sheets
smelled of urine (Joshy was a bed wetter and his mother was quite lazy
about washing his sheets).  He would lay there, all cute and cuddly
looking, and I would use my mouth to give him his little kiddy tingles.  He
did suck me a few times, but, not unlike most of my other intimate
encounters, I was mostly content using my mouth on him.  And after I found
out that he was a bed wetter, and remembering how much nighttime fun I had
with Bobby's dirty underpants, Joshy would hand over his soiled shorts to
me daily, so I had something to remember him by that night.  They were
mostly dry by the time I got them (a little damp still) but the smells and
flavors that were still in them gave me explosive orgasms each night.

Sometimes, after he had recovered from his post-orgasm letdown, Scott would
join us in the bedroom.  Most times he had me suck his cock while Joshy
licked his balls (Joshy flat out refused to lick Scott's ass).  Most times
he would just spurt his second load into my mouth, but several times he
pulled out and shot off onto Joshy's face, or chest, or his groin and ass.
When he did that, I would lick all the runny nut juice up while Joshy
giggled and squirmed.

One time, Joshy had to pee, and Scott decided that he wanted to watch the
kid piss in my mouth.  I secretly wanted to try tasting some pee again (I
had tasted a little of Andy's that one time) but wasn't too sure about
opening another can of worms in front of Scott.  I didn't want him to have
still another thing to potentially hang over my head.  So I made a deal
with him: I would let Joshy piss in my mouth, but he had to lick Joshy's
butthole while he was doing it.

All in all, it wasn't a bad deal for Scott, hell I had already licked the
little boy's ass clean from his nutsack to his lower back and all areas in
and around.  So he agreed, and he and I sat on Joshy's bed, him standing
between us, with his ass in Scotts face, his cocklett in mine.  I looked
around and saw Scott pry open the little boy's buttcheeks.  He took a
sniff, and, apparently finding nothing offensive, started licking.  True to
my word, I opened wide, and very quickly, a little stream of mostly clear,
mostly tasteless, very warm fluid was soon flowing into my mouth.

I could hear that Scott was still licking, so I leaned in and took Joshy's
spray-hose into my mouth and, swallowing the first mouthful, started
sucking as the stream started to die down.  And just as the last few spurts
of piss were forced out, Joshy ripped a pretty impressive fart, right into
Scott's face and mouth!  Oh my gosh, Joshy and I about died right then and
there we laughed so hard.  And even Scott, who was pretty pissed off at
first, eventually started laughing.

Scott and I never kissed each other, but I did teach Joshy the intimate art
of dueling tongues, sucking face, and gobbling down mouthfuls of the little
pre-school aged boy's saliva.  And unlike Andy, Joshy had no reservations
about kissing me, regardless of where my mouth had been.  A number of
times, after I had been licking away at Scott's asshole, and Joshy had
sucked his brother to orgasm, we would meet up, right down there between
Scott's legs, and give each other a big, open mouthed kiss.  I would get to
share in Scott's cum, Joshy would get a little hint of butthole flavor as
we swapped spit and enjoyed the naughtiness.

I was there when Joshy lost his anal virginity to Scott, spending the night
while their mother was away.  It hadn't taken much convincing, Scott had
just come up with the idea after reading about the act in a "Forum" story
that he had found in a magazine in his mother's closet.  Joshy was
indifferent to it, apparently having no concern about any possible pain
(after all, I had been plugging his little butthole with my tongue on a
daily basis) and so we quickly decided to give it a go.

We did have the forethought to wait until Joshy had taken his evening
dump.  Scott was concerned about getting shit on his dick, and we assumed
(correctly as it turns out) that if Joshy had a shit before he got plugged,
that would lessen the likelihood of a "cock brownie" (as we laughingly
called it) being a part of the festivities.  None of us knew anything about
an enema, so we just decided for nature to take its course, which it
eventually did.

I licked Joshy good and deep after his trip to the toilet, his butt wiped
clean with toilet paper, but still smelling a little like the poop that had
just recently vacated the little pink hole.  We decided that I would lay
down on the bed on my back, Joshy laying on top of me so that we could kiss
while Scott penetrated him.  I first slickened Scott's boner with my mouth,
and we took up our positions.

I didn't get to see Scott's cock invading Joshy's rectum, but I felt the
discomfort of Joshy as he moaned into my mouth, his tongue wiggling around
with mine as his four year old bottom was violated for the first time.  He
jerked his hips a few times as Scott jammed his stiffness into his virginal
fundament, but he never stopped kissing me, and never protested as Scott's
cock explored the warmth of a tight, heat filled anus.

It didn't take Scott long to unload, I guess the grip of Joshy's sphincter
was too much for him.  Maybe a dozen forceful pumps and Scott was groaning,
Joshy was moaning, and a gazillion little Scott spermies were spurting into
their newfound home.  A warm, clutching cavern, where they would wiggle
around aimlessly for a few shorts minutes, before I made my way back
between Joshy's butt cheeks and sucked them back out, and down my very
grateful throat.  Poop flavored sperm...a new and exciting flavor, and I
enjoyed it so much that after slurping as much as I could out of Joshy's
battered butthole, I licked and sucked Scott's wilted cock clean as well!

A couple days later Scott took my anal virginity as well, adding one more
notch to his headboard.  I found it to be a pleasant experience (unlike the
brutal ass-pounding my brother would give me a couple years later) and
especially enjoyed the warm, wet feeling in my bottom when he unloaded
inside me.  And unlike Joshy, I kept that load parked right inside my
rectum for the rest of the day, secretly fantasizing about being
impregnated by the boy who had added so much to my sexual experiences.

The final act of depravity that we engaged in came on a Friday evening,
right at the start of Christmas break.  There was a little, very cute three
year old (he reminded me of a young Andy, quite beautiful actually, with
long, light brown hair and a sweet little face) that Scott's mom usually
babysat during the week.  Every time I saw the boy, every single time, the
only thing he had on was a diaper and a pair of white (well, they were
supposed to be white, but were usually quite dingy) socks.  And the kid
(toddler I guess) had the hottest little body, nicely tanned, and just the
perfect build, with cute little nipples, and smooth all over.

I had run into the boy (I will call him Tristan, although that is not his
real name) a couple times when I would stop at Scott's house after his
mother left in the late afternoon.  Tristan's mother was usually late
picking him up, and so for the first half-hour or forty-five minutes on
those days, Scott would watch the kid while his mother went off to do
whatever it was she had to do each day.   Tristan was very quiet, and
although I found myself very attracted to him, we never directly involved
him in our sex play, although I had cuddled with the boy a few times.  And
one time, when he was standing next to the couch, wearing just that diaper
and white socks, I sat down on the floor next to him.  The front of his
diaper was kind of sticking out, and on the pretext of a friendly tickle, I
put my mouth on his belly and gave him a little raspberry, immediately
followed by dipping my face and nose into the spot where his diaper was
popped open, and took a nice sniff of his piss flavored groin.

I had told you about drinking Joshy's piss (I never drank Scott's and never
had an inclination to do so), and for some reason I had this overwhelming
attraction to the stale pee smells of Joshy's soiled bed sheets and his
underwear (which I was bringing home each night to suck on as I
self-pleasured in my bed).   In Tristan's diaper, I found that same, very
pleasant odor and so after the first sniff, I burrowed my face even deeper
and took a couple more hits, followed by a swipe of my tongue across his
upper abdomen.  And then that was it.  A couple minutes later, Tristan's
mother arrived, collected up the little cutie, and he was gone.

I had no idea that Scott had seen the intimate act until the next day, that
fateful Friday evening, when I arrived at his house.  It was just me, him
and Joshy that day, and he presented me with a folded, very well used size
five pamper diaper.  "It was Tristan's" he said, telling me that he had
watched his mother change the boy just before he got picked up that day.  I
grabbed the soggy piss collector and brought it to my face.  It was indeed
well used and I could smell the urine even though it was still folded up.

That day Scott fucked me.  I was lying face down on Joshy's piss smelling
bed sheets, Tristan's used diaper wrapped around my face, sucking madly at
the moist contents as Scott mounted me from behind.  I was so fucking
turned on that Scott could have inserted his entire lower body into my ass
and I wouldn't have cared.  The strong smells of Tristan's toddler urine,
the wetness of his recently soiled cotton crotch wrapper, the fact that my
mouth was now fully encased in the very same discarded garment that had
been wrapped around Tristan's mid-section, likely for most of the day, that
was all that mattered.

Scott gave me a good butt-full of his cum, and I was still slobbering over
Tristan's waste wrapper.  And when Joshy saw this, he decided to add some
of his piss as well, kneeling at my head and whizzing into the pamper and
splashing some of his warm bladder juice into my face in the process.
Delicious...all of it, and I swallowed down his final dribbles, and then
sucked the fresh wetness that was now co-mingling with Tristan's via his
used diaper.

And then that was it.  I had to go away for the week (my family was
travelling that Christmas break) and when I got back, they were gone.  I
had no idea they were leaving, and never did find out where they moved to;
never saw any of them ever again.  And the only thing I had to remember
them by was that final pair of used undies that I had taken from Joshy that
Friday evening (I was going to keep the diaper too, but I had sucked and
chewed on it so much that it was pretty much destroyed by the end of the
night).  I had brought the underpants with me on the family trip, and had
spent many hours sniffing and sucking and licking his tiny cartoon undies,
with the big, thick stripe of little boy skid mark in the seat.  And after
they moved away, I kept those undies until long after they had lost their
delightfully sweet butt and pee smells, fantasizing about the horny
brothers that had given me so much fun in such a short period of time.  And
I think I even licked that sexy skid mark completely away long before I
finally disposed of Joshy's big-boy underpants several years later.  But I
have never forgotten him, or Scott for that matter.

And speaking of Scott:  I had previously mentioned that he had apparently
disclosed to a mutual friend about me sucking him.  I didn't find out about
this until a couple weeks after Christmas break, and with Scott being long
gone, had no chance to confront him about it so I have no idea why he had
spilled the beans.  It caused me much grief, having to repeatedly deny the
incident on a number of subsequent occasions, but as I said earlier, it
also opened up some future encounters as well.

Those encounters included Wayne, the incredibly beautiful blond boy in my
graphics design class (he looked like an older Andy).  Wayne had a killer
sexy ass that could really fill out a pair of blue jeans, and, after
getting into those blue jeans one day in the darkroom of our class, I
sucked his sweet pecker dry, the first of a number of future encounters.
And there was Mike and Mike (yes, two Mikes, neither of them related, and
neither knew about the other) who I ended up sucking on multiple occasions,
also getting fucked by both of them, and, interestingly enough, put into
service pleasuring their younger brothers.  There was Chet, another
white-trash boy a year younger than me who was a tough kid who liked to
grab my hair and forcefully fuck my face while yanking my head back and
forth on his cock.

There was Joey, the friend of my younger brother, who was completely
hairless, even at 13, but who had the biggest cock I had ever seen on a
young boy.  And boy could that cock blow, and man did I have to swallow
several times to get that load down.  There was Greg, a plain looking, dark
haired boy who lived around the corner.  I later found out that he was
getting porked almost nightly by his older brother.  I never ate Greg's ass
(I definitely wasn't into his older brother and the thought of consuming
his used cum revolted me) but did suck Greg off many times...and even fucked
his little butt a couple times as well.

There was Chrissy, Joey's little brother, who had stopped by the house one
day looking for Joey.  Joey wasn't there, but that didn't stop me from
getting into Chrissy's pants, sucking his five year old stiffy, and licking
his tight little butthole before sending him on his way.  There was Gary,
the undersized blond haired boy in one of my classes at school.  What a
sexy, slight body he had, and what a tasty, hairless cock that he let me
suck, spurting his happiness into my mouth, and then leaving me on my knees
on the floor of the school stockroom.  Damn Gary, I would have loved to
have tasted what you had in between those butt cheeks of yours! And there
was Scott, the son of the owner of the local convenience store.  I sucked
him off in the bathroom at church.

And then there was...wait a minute...this story has droned on far longer than
I ever intended it to.  So I guess I will have to wait until next time to
expand on each of those subsequent adventures.  In the meantime, I hope
that you have enjoyed what I have written thus far.  If you do, please take
a moment to send me an email and let me know!

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