Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 21:01:18 +0100
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Sweetwater Boys, Chapter 03

Sweetwater Boys
by Jonas Henley

Chapter 3
Innocence Released


The boys finished some more pizza and coke and debated whether or not to
pop a movie into the screen projector. At this point a thought popped into
Kyle's head.

"Oh shit, what happened to the magazines? Did your rents see them?"

"Don't worry," said Mikey, the youngest out of all of them, though still
11, "It's cool. I hid them under Ronnie's sleeping bag. See?" And he
flipped over the sleeping bag to reveal the two magazines where they had
been dropped in the initial fright of Mrs. Tyson coming downstairs.

"Way to go, little brother," Ronnie called out. He turned to Kyle and
started, "Well since Lincoln aint gonna be able to join you . . . . " He
reached down to the hem of his T-shirt and started pulling it over his
head, " . . . then I will. I'm good for a wank right about now. Mikey will
too, wont you, Mikey?"

"Hell, yeah, I will." The little kid definitely wasn't shy. He was already
pulling off his socks, still sitting on the floor, and then reached up for
the snap on his pants.

"All right! Way to go guys." Kyle responded and then proceeded to strip
again.

Bobby stood up and started to strip off as well, taking note of Kyle's
muscular ass as it came into view in front of him when the boy pulled his
shorts and briefs back down again.

'So that's what Mrs Tyson was interested in. It definitely is interesting,'
he thought as his own briefs, still as blue as before, came down.

Andrew smiled at the process before him, and though he wasn't so interested
that he would have either suggested this or even seconded it, still it was
going to happen, and he also wanted to see the pictures in these magazines,
having never actually seen a naked girl before. Besides, he was never a shy
kid. So with a smile, he stood and proceeded to join in, adding his own
development to view along with Kyle's dark brown well established line of
curly pubic hair, Bobby with his just beginning stragglers, and Ronnie with
his surprisingly large (relative to the rest of the boys) blond nest.
Andrew showed them his own set of dropping balls with his black curly
manhood - indicators speaking to what kind of cumming he would be having.

Mikey was already sitting on his brother's sleeping bag jerking his small
hard and hairless dick to the first few pages of the April issue.

"Damn Mikey, you're already going at it."  Kyle observed.

"He's always horny. Got his ass tore up two months ago when mom caught him
looking at one of our cousin's Playboys."

"You've seen these before?" Paul asked, feeling a little better when he saw
that Mikey wasn't any more developed than he was, though perhaps with only
slightly bigger balls.

"Yeah, of course," Ronnie said, not meaning to sound uppity, but he had
first seen a Playboy when he was ten, over two and a half years ago. And
more than just glanced at it too.

At this point, Paul glanced over at Aiden and saw the boy already pantless,
with an erection no bigger than his own, despite the fact that Adrian was
older than any of the boys there except Ronnie. With that comfort that he
wouldn't be alone, Paul also began to undress, the last to do so.

"So,"  Kyle began,  "who here hasn't seen pussy before?"

Andrew and Paul raised their hands almost as soon as the question had been
asked, after all, they didn't consider that they really had anything to be
ashamed of. Though they had imagined it, wondered about it, from
descriptions of others and the brief line illustration in the encyclopedia,
they never really gave much thought to the ability of actually seeing one
until they started dating or could get a girl to show them. The possibility
certainly had been on their minds, but there was as of yet no solution.
Still as the two boys kept their hands up, they looked around at the other
boys and saw no other hands up.

"Oh come, on." said Andrew, though with a smile of one who doesn't
embarrass easily. "For real? All of you?"

All he got in response were a few nods and some smirks. Paul who dropped
his hand now looked at Bobby and asked, somewhat exasperated that their
friend would have had such an opportunity without telling them. "When did
you see any, Bobby."

Bobby looked around a little guiltily and shrugged, then said, "Oh, OK.
Just when I got these. The guy that gave them to me showed me one that was
already open."

"Well that doesn't really count," said Kyle.

"I know," said Bobby with another shrug.

"And what guy is this?" Andrew asked half out of concern and half just
curiosity.

"Can't say," was all Bobby would respond with.

Andrew still gave his friend the critical eye as Kyle continued. "OK then,
who here has seen pussy for real, and pictures and TV don't count. Movies
either."

Kyle raised his own hand as he said this, as did Adrian and Ronnie.

"Adrian, you seen pussy?" Ronnie asked. Both he and Kyle had figured each
other, but neither would have even guessed Adrian. In fact, they had both
been mildly surprised the boy had even seen a photo before, which actually
he hadn't, as he explained:

"Well, actually, I've only seen it for real. I've never seen a picture of a
lady before."

"Really??"  Ronnie wasn't sure what was more incredulous.

"Yeah. I've touched one, a lot, but only seen the other two."

Kyle's mouth dropped open. "Shit! Three? Are you serious? You ain't lying?"

"No, why would I?" Adrian replied with a shrug.

Kyle and Ronnie looked at each other with raised eyebrows, though they
really did believe the boy. Adrian wasn't given to either lies or
exaggerations. Ronnie turned back to the cream-colored, naked, brown-haired
boy, standing there unabashed with a small dick at full attention. Ronnie
even took in this smaller rod for consideration before consciously giving
Adrian a slightly higher level of respect. "So is it cause you're Jewish
that you got to see these girls?"

"No,"  Adrian said, almost with a laugh.  "Why would that matter?"

"I don't know," said Ronnie. "I'm not Jewish, how should I know?"

Adrian just shook his head; but Mikey then asked him, "How come your dick
doesn't look funny?"

"Huh?"

"Well," continued Mikey, with his strange observation, "I thought you guys,
you know, Jews and all, did something funny to your dicks. But it looks
just like mine." Which, incidentally, they both did look fairly identical,
and both in the same rock hard state.

Adrian just stared unbelievingly at this question, not at the moment being
able to fathom why Mikey said exactly that. As he was about to answer,
though, Paul instead jumped in and interrupted the giggles that followed
Mikey's question.

"Actually, Mikey," Paul started, "Its called circumcision. It's what the
Jews have always done, but the same thing was done to all of us." He then
launched into a description of what all happened, as he had read up on this
also after the first initial dick explorations. As he explained everything,
he was met with more than a few grimaces and everybody's hard-ons had
wilted a bit.

"Why would our parents do such a thing?" Mikey asked, but Paul had no
answer for that other than some barely remembered references to penis
health.

Mikey then said,  "Does everybody got it done to them?"

"No doofus," Ronnie added, "Haven't you ever seen Sikes' dick? Or our
cousins', Brad and Brent?"

"No. When did you see all those dicks?"  Mikey asked his brother.

"Well, I never saw Brent's actually. I just figured maybe you had, and I
figured since Brad wasn't cut, then Brent probably wasn't either. Next time
Sikes comes over I'll ask him to show you. Or you could just ask Brent next
weekend."

"I will. You sure he'll show me?"

Ronnie just smiled a hidden smile at his brother and didn't answer him.
Instead he directed a question back to the group. "OK, I fingered a girl's
pussy before, but that's it. Either of you two studs fucked one of those
pussies you two seen?" He asked this to Adrian, who just shook his head no,
and then to Kyle. It was still for the benefit of the group that he asked.

Everyone now turned their attention to Kyle. They wouldn't actually find it
too surprising if he said he had. They all figured him for a stud. But he
didn't come right out and say, instead he actually began to blush very
slightly.

"Uh," Kyle finally began. "Yeah, I, um, have. Just once, though. Last
week."

"Dude, I knew!! You fucked Angie Cibelli last week, didn't you?"

"Shut up, Ronnie. You don't know who it was."

"It was Angie, her brother told me he thought you guys did it."

"Sean?"

"Well, it wasn't Tommy. Of course, it was Sean that told me."

"Well, Sean doesn't know what he's talking about, and neither do you." Kyle
was ready to shut Ronnie up on the subject and redirected everybody's
attention to the magazines at hand (or rather the dicks that could be at
hand and the magazines that would help them get there). "Come on, guys.
Pussy's a wasting, and tits, too. Are we gonna use these to get off or
what?"

"Amen," said Mikey as he made a grab for the nearest one. His attempt was
countered by Paul who had bent down for the same magazine.

"Hey, we're going to have to share these. So, how do we do it?"

"Well, Bobby brought them," Adrian said, "and they're Andrew's Playboys
now, so why don't one or both of them figure out how."

"However you guys want to do it is fine with me," Andrew said.

And so it was Bobby who came up with the solution. Bobby's idea was to
split the Girls of Spring issue in half so that there were three magazines
then between the seven of them. Mikey, Adrian, and Ronnie shared the bigger
half of the Spring special, and Kyle and Bobby shared the other half, which
was perfectly fine with Bobby. That left the January issue for just Andrew
and Paul. Andrew promptly turned straight to the centerfold of Melissa
Holliday in her blond, big-breasted glory, and everyone heard Paul gasp.
They all smiled but quickly got lost in their own daydreams.

Paul had subconsciously grabbed his dick and squeezed it good at that first
sight. His burgeoning big-boy animal nature, for it's there in all of us,
very quickly and easily took over from his scientific and educational
little-boy interests. He was very soon jerking and pumping his small rod
with little care or concern for anyone else in the room. Adrian and Mikey
were pretty comfortable with it as well and were content to let Ronnie pick
the pages. After all, it wasn't like they weren't going to see anything;
they were each seeing plenty. For Ronnie and Mikey, the magazine was
old-hat as far as format, but they never got tired of tits and ass, or
pussy either for that matter, and were quite obviously horny and enjoying
it. Adrian was comparing it to his memory of the real thing, and wasn't
disappointed. None of the boys really understood about make-up,
air-brushing, camera filters and all the rest. All that Adrian was thinking
was compared to the younger girls he had seen and touched so far,
everything just got better as they got a few years older. He was very happy
to see this, because he liked girls a lot. Ronnie liked the girls a lot,
too, but in a much more brusque and superficial way. That is to say, Ronnie
just liked getting off, Adrian really liked girls and their bodies.

Bobby meanwhile was only half thinking about the girls he saw in the
magazine. He too was letting Kyle decide what picture to flip to, and where
to pause, but mainly because he was half as interested just to watch Kyle's
hand move up and down that straight hard older boy's dick that he was
developing. Bobby was still looking at the girls, and they were making his
hard-on ache for release, but what was probably moving his insides more was
watching Kyle jerk off with such finesse and confidence. His attention to
the bigger and slightly more developed dick did not go unnoticed by Kyle,
although he did not make too much of it beyond just a knowing smirk to
himself.

Adrian, who was very pleased with what he was seeing and had not jerked off
in a couple of days was the first to go. Though he didn't produce any
sperm, his sounds and spasms made it apparent to all and actually set off
Paul as well. Paul didn't have any more success than Adrian in producing
anything, though he felt a little better about himself knowing that Adrian
was older and still respected by the others, but still just as bald and
empty in his developing nutsack. Adrian moved back from the shared half of
the Girls of Spring and leaned against the wall, luxuriating in his
aftercum feelings, without bothering to cover up. Paul, however, continued
to half-masturbate, as he still wanted to see Andrew cum. It was still a
fascinating process to him, and Andrew didn't seem to care that the boy was
still hanging around after his cum.

Once Adrian pulled back, Ronnie looked over to Mikey and said, "Hey little
brother, hurry up. Soon as you finish, I can relax with this mag by
myself."

"I'm good to go for awhile," Mikey said, though it wasn't quite true. It
also wasn't a good enough answer for Ronnie, who decided to hurry his
brother along. Using his own precum as lubricant, Ronnie reached over and
grasped his little brother's smaller and bald dick.

"Fuck, Ronnie, what are you doing?"

"Just hurrying you along, Mikey." Ronnie said as he squeezed the small,
hard white dick and began running his squishy hand up and down it.

Mikey at first tried to move his brother's hand off, but it was a weak
effort that was soon to be abandoned. Instead he leaned back with his hands
behind his back and began to grind his hips upward and fuck his small dick
into the warm and slick pumping fist of his brother.

"Oh god, Ronnie, yeah, oh geez, ahhh, ungh, oh shit." The constant stream
of affirmation from Mikey signaled that he would indeed not last long. And
he didn't.

"Oh FUCK!! I'm coming!" Two small clear and slick spurts marked his shout.
Ronnie noticed them and just incorporated them in his jacking of the
spasming small dick. "Wow, Mikey! Didn't know you could cum already!"

Mikey began breathing hard coming down from his explosion and he reached
down to push his brother's fist off. "Ohh, stop Ronnie, it's too much now.
Thanks, that was fucking awesome."

"How long have you been cumming?"

Mikey was still leaning back in a partial dreamland. "Huh? Oh, like a month
or so."

"Cool." Ronnie simply responded. "Well, I guess you won't be needing this
now." He said this as he took away the half of the magazine that they had
been sharing and moved over to the side away from the pile of sleeping bags
where all the boys had been jerking off.

Mikey just shrugged and kept laying there panting. He left his brother to
his self-pleasuring with a parting shot: "I can get it back up faster than
you though, so don't hog it as long as you normally do."

Paul, for his part had grimaced internally when he heard that Mikey had
already been shooting out something for about a month. But he didn't think
about it long as he was still half jerking a semi-deflated cock and was
more into watching for Andrew's cum, which actually was coming at that very
moment. He heard Andrew's breathing start to change and then grunting out,
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! . . . .unnnngghhhhh!!!!!!!! Ahhohhh man. Oh, wow. Bobby
you're the best for this gift!!"

Bobby looked over at his friend. "You already came?"

"Just did." Andrew replied.

"You didn't hear?"  Paul asked incredulously.

"He was too busy watching my dick,"  Kyle sort of panted out.

"Was not."  Bobby retorted.

"Yeah you were, " Kyle insisted, though from his breathing everyone knew
that he was about to blow himself. "It's cool with me. Have a close up!"

With that, Kyle grabbed the back of the boy's head and bent him down just
over the about-to-explode dick. Bobby struggled against him, but Kyle was a
stronger boy on any given day, and his impending intensity of pleasure just
made his grip all the more strong. Bobby was struggling; but he also had a
bird's eye view of the young athlete's crotch and beginning pubic bush. The
dick head was barely and inch or two below the younger boy's mouth, so
close that when Bobby opened his mouth to protest, the first shot of cum
launched out of Kyle's dick and straight into the mouth of 11 year old
Bobby, almost to the back of his throat.

Bobby shut his mouth almost immediately. However, the shock of having some
boy's cum shot into his mouth, as well as having it reach almost to the
throat, caused an unfortunate automatic reaction to swallow. Bobby's
involuntary swallow came just as the second copious volley shot straight up
his nose. Having it go up his nose, especially so much, Bobby opened his
mouth automatically to breath, which is when the third shot entered his
mouth. He immediately closed his mouth again and just held his breath
trying to get away from the erupting boyhood.

Bobby was successful in subsequent struggles, for Kyle's grip was becoming
weaker as his orgasm grew stronger, and Bobby's distaste for what was
happening to him made him stronger. Bobby managed to break free as the
fourth shot hit him across the chin. He still had the third shot in his
mouth. It was warm and slimy with a sweet and sour flavor to it. It was
somewhat strong and he instantly wanted to spit it out, but he knew if he
did so, then everyone would know that some other boy's cum had gone into
his mouth. It was bad enough having it over his face, but for everyone to
know he had had it in his mouth was too much. He would never live that
down.

But Bobby had a dilemma. It was still cum. Some sperm from another boy's
nuts made its way up that boy's dick and into Bobby's virgin mouth. He
didn't want to swallow it down, but he didn't want anyone to know what was
there. He quickly considered this and decided to bite the bullet - and
swallow. He tried not to grimace as he moved the semi-liquid puddle to the
back of his mouth and took a swallow and felt it slimily pass down his
throat. He hoped nobody noticed. He still had cum dripping out of his nose
and over his lips, though. He wiped it off with the back of his hand before
opening his mouth to say to Kyle: "Fucker!"

Kyle had leaned back, exhausted from his powerful cum after keeping it in
for three days. He had been more than ready for that release - and a very
large release it was. At the same time, he weakly laughed at Bobby as the
boy mumbled angrily on his way to the bathroom to clean off.

Andrew had by this point cleaned himself off with his T-shirt and told Kyle
it wasn't funny (even though Andrew himself had smiled at it). Kyle just
shrugged and looked over at Ronnie who had been completely engrossed in his
part of the split magazine and was oblivious to what had happened. He was
on his back stroking his hardness, his knees up and bent, feet planted on
the floor and spread such that anyone who glanced over would see that
smooth curve of ass come up from the floor and split to reveal the small
hairless brown center of his creamy white forbidden valley. And that's just
what Kyle saw. "Damn, Ronnie, close your legs. I can see straight up your
hole, dude!"

"So take a good lick if you like it so much."

"That's sick, man." Kyle made a disgusting face and got up to join Andrew
and Paul at the pool table. He didn't want to recognize the bit of thrill
he actually had gotten seeing Ronnie's small, clean and unbroached
butthole. Paul had stepped a bit away from the table to get a look at
Ronnie's hole himself, or at least try to see it while unobserved from all
the others. Disregarding the gawking boy, Kyle just took the pool stick
from Paul and said to Andrew, "I'll play you a game, Andrew."

Andrew looked over at Paul, who wasn't paying attention to the pool table,
and just shrugged and said, "OK. You shouldn't have done that to Bobby, you
know."

"Yeah, I guess." But Kyle just shrugged and started to chalk up his pool
stick. He sauntered back over to the side of the table where Paul still
was. "He'll live. Break."

The break was good, and Andrew got a stripe, but the next shot was a miss.
Paul was still standing a bit off from the table and he watched as Kyle
leaned over to take his shot. Neither Kyle nor Andrew had bothered to get
redressed after jerking off, and Paul watched them play. He was truly
fascinated by the developing human form, especially of the growing boy body
he wished he had. So Paul watched Kyle take his shot, and as he leaned
forward to take his aim on the 7-ball, Paul's eyes traveled down the
muscular tanned back that was bending over before him. Kyle was in great
shape and the epitome of perfection in form. He still had a boy's body in
essence and the developing muscles of a teen. He had a confidence that put
him above most boys, but still mixed with that young boy unsureness.

He watched some more as Kyle flexed to make the shot and revealed a parting
in those perfect buns and showed a flash of a slightly darker, but tightly
closed, center within. Paul felt a sudden interest in seeing more to this
area. It seemed even more forbidden than the dick and balls that everyone
was now so freely and unselfconsciously displaying. And something more
forbidden of course led to a peaked interest for Paul. He stepped over two
steps and got an even better look at Ronnie's hole. Ronnie was still going
to town on his dick, though looking like he was about to finally let go.
His butt was lifting off the ground now, closing up around that swirled
entry that seemed so much darker than Kyle's.

Paul looked behind him now and saw Adrian and Mikey against the wall,
looking through the other magazine, both sitting with their knees drawn up
and showing glimpses of their own assholes, pinker but tight still. It got
Paul to wondering even more about this secret and dirty (in more than one
sense) part of the body. Dirty, yet seemingly clean enough on these two
boys, both of whom were as bald as him, but seemingly more experienced.
Well Adrian definitely was.

His thoughts at this moment were interrupted by Bobby coming out of the
bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had gone ahead and
gotten a full shower. Kyle looked over at Bobby, now standing on Andrew's
side of the pool table and was about to make a snide comment when they all
heard a loud:

"Oh FUCK!! YEAahh."

Every body turned to watch as Ronnie began an impressive eruption all over
himself and the magazine. Everyone couldn't help but laugh, knowing who was
next in line to get a shower. Adrian and Mikey, though, turned back to
there own whispered conversation and slow self masturbations as they
flipped through the magazine. Kyle and Andrew went back to the pool table
to finish their game and Paul and Bobby remained closed up in their
separate thoughts.

Later that night, after a movie on the new drop-down big screen, a couple
of different video games, and several rounds of billiards, all of the boys
were finally tired enough for bed, with several having already dropped-off
to sleep. The remaining boys awake, in different stages sleepiness, were
each thinking of different things, though all now considering different
avenues of sexual, or even just physical, exploration.

Paul layed awake, listening to the deep sleep breathing patterns of his
friend Andrew, now 12 after this great day of fun they had had. Paul had
had a good time just hanging out, but now his intellectual curiosity was
spinning again. It was the same driving force that led to Bobby's
leadership in advancing the three boys' exploration into their own bodies
and physical/sexual development. Paul was now wondering about another part
of the body that he had before never given much thought to, and one that he
really couldn't explore on his own. What exactly was an asshole like? What
did it look like up close? And would there be differences from one boy to
the next? He wondered further if Bobby and Andrew would be willing to let
him see theirs. There was certainly no way he would suggest this on his
own, but he knew he only had to let Bobby take the hint and run with it.
Paul fell asleep realizing that he would have to somehow drop the
suggestion in such a way that would intrigue Bobby.

Unbenownst to Paul, Bobby was having his own awakening thoughts to the
asshole. Despite his earlier annoyance with Kyle shooting his sperm in his
mouth, Bobby hadn't moved his sleeping bag away from Kyle. He didn't want
to draw everyone's attention back to the initial insult, and was still
hoping that nobody, especially Kyle, realized that he had actually
swallowed Kyle's sperm. What else could he have done? He was lying there
now, hoping that this wouldn't make him gay. Bobby had an uncle that was
gay and had often wondered over the last year of development, what exactly
this uncle did for sex. He had before now just acquainted it with jacking
off with another guy, though never really even connecting that thought with
the brief mutual encounters he, Paul and Andrew had had. Now, though, he
was realizing that gays could probably put their mouths on each others
dicks until they came, just like the pictures of women they had seen
tonight, although those pics only had a couple of anonymous dicks pointed
at the mouths of some of the women with no actual insertion. But Bobby was
no dummy, he could figure out what it meant. He simultaneously began to
wonder how that would feel, and as well if he could get a magazine showing
the actual act. He knew he probably could from his source for the other two
magazines, but wondered what he would have to do for something like that.

As these thoughts turned in Bobby's head, Kyle laying beside him was
getting horny again and beginning to get his own thoughts. Kyle, having
older brothers and already a somewhat dirty adolescent mind was getting his
own ideas of what he would like to try. He thought about the jokes his
older brothers said and some of the other pictures he had seen. He also was
wondering about what it would feel like to get a blow job. He hadn't been
able to convince Angie to go down on him, but the brief instance of having
Bobby poised over his dickhead this last time had jumped the spark of
orgasm even higher than normal.

Kyle thought about some of the other pictures he had seen in other
magazines, ones his brothers had snuck into their house without being
caught by their mom; and he fantasized about getting Bobby into some of
those pictures. He looked at the boy curled with his back to him in his own
sleeping bag, though unzipped while laying unsuspectingly next to the horny
burgeoning adolescent. Kyle was thinking specifically of pictures where the
guy's dick slid into the tight assholes of the girls whose pussies had just
been fucked. Yeah, he bet that ass was TIGHT, and he continued looking at
the resting form of Bobby Chambers.

Kyle had never bothered to put back on any underwear, the more arrogant
exhibitionist side of him let him be as comfortable in Andrew's basement as
he would have in any locker room. He definitely had nothing to be ashamed
of, and that quite remarkable and beautiful something that he did have was
now raging and leading him unthinkably out of his own bag and causing him
to slip underneath Bobby's covers.

"Huh?"  Bobby was startled.  "What's going on?"

"Shhhh."  Kyle said quietly.  "Are you awake, Bobby?"

It was always a stupid question, but seemed like a required one to break
the ice or at least open a nighttime conversation in the supposed sleep
portion of a sleepover. Besides. Even if Bobby hadn't been awake, he
definitely would be now as he felt the soft but firm end of an unyielding
rod growing up between him and Kyle. The pressure of this rod was coming
from Kyle and had traveled up Bobby's upper leg and had now lodged itself
under the hem of the loose boxer shorts that he had put on after his
shower.

"Yeah, I'm awake, stupid," Bobby replied very quietly, so as not to bring
attention of anyone else that might be still awake. "I just asked you what
you were doing, didn't I?"

(And, what the hell? That cant be Kyle's dick going up the back leg of my
underwear!! Bobby thought to himself.)

But it most definitely was, and it liked its perch. Kyle replied, "I just
wanted to see if you, uh, unnnggh, oh god . . . . " As he had been
replying, Kyle had scooted up a bit closer, which had caused his hard young
dick to slip even further into the back legging of the boxers and seek out
an alignment with Bobby's crack and rest casually in the crevice there. As
his dick found the snug, warm rest, Kyle's word's failed him and Bobby's
eyes shot open even wider.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bobby was still trying to whisper quietly,
not knowing who might still be awake.

"I, uh, oh fuck, Bobby, you feel great."

"Well take it out. And back up. Back off I mean. Just get out of my
sleeping bag!"

"Come on, Bobby," Kyle said. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to play
around." As he gave this explanation, Kyle, through no understandable
mechanism or reason that he could explain to himself, reached his arms
around Bobby's chest and warmly held him in, almost like a favorite teddy
or a nice smelling pillow. "You want to some?"

Bobby's urgency had calmed some, but his head and his calm were swimming in
disarray and sexual enticement. He didn't know that that's what it was,
however. "Play around how?"

"Mmmmmm," Kyle hummed somewhat deliriously into the boy's neck and held him
closer as he began to slow move his dick back and forth across that warm,
ever so soft and mildly clinching buttcrack of the younger, not-quite-12
year old boy in his arms. He had never in his life even given a thought to
trying something like this. It was certainly something he never wanted his
older brothers to find out about; but right now only one thing was in his
head and he knew exactly what he wanted. "Let me fuck you, Bobby."

"What? What do you mean? I mean, how, . . ."

"Come on, Bobby, you know how." Kyle whispered into the back of the boys
dampening hairline. Bobby tried to think exactly what Kyle was talking
about, even as he felt the hard other boy's prick rubbing deeper between
his fleshy folds behind. Kyle kept slowly pumping the ass crack at his
leisure while Bobby tried to sort this out and figure out what it was Kyle
wanted.

Then it hit him. "NO!!" Bobby almost shouted out in reply to Kyle's demand.
It was a little too loudly and Kyle shushed him. Still Bobby was adamant,
even if more quiet. "No way, Kyle! You're not doing that to me! That's for
girls!" (And for queers, Bobby thought further, suddenly realizing what
else his Uncle and 'roommate' could be getting up to.)

"Come, on Bobby! Please! Let me go up your butthole." Kyle leaned foraward
a bit and closer to his ear. "It would be so fucking hot. I bet you're a
lot tighter than Angie's pussy."

As if that should mean anything to convince a boy to try it. Bobby just
kept shaking his head and was getting ready to do some serious elbowing,
when Kyle relented. "All right, all right. If you don't want to have any
real kind of fun. Can I at least just keep humping your ass like this a bit
longer?"

Bobby was in shock and embarrassed, both of which slowed down his
responses. The feeling of another boy's hard flesh sliding in, back and
forth between his young bottom halves, was additionally confusing So Kyle
got a free ride for a bit longer while Bobby recovered from the feeling of
having a penis smooshed into his buttcrack.

"Come on, Kyle, get off and quit. This isn't funny."

"Oh shit! MMmmuuunnghh." It was too late to stop now. Kyle grabbed a
tighter hold across Bobby's chest and pulled himself even more firmly
against the boy. His dick pushed in further down into the warmth, like
between two living pillows, as a hot volley of sperm erupted into the
crevasse.

Bobby felt the tensing of the other boy and soon a warm liquid flowing
between his buttcheeks, making the final erratic jerkings of the hard dick
back there even more slippery. He couldn't exactly say that it felt bad,
the smooth motion of the tube of flesh he was subconsciously gripping, but
he was uncomfortable with another boy using him like this, especially a
friend - and especially Kyle.

Kyle's stronger grip of the boy quickly began to relax, and as a reflex
more than anything, Bobby elbowed him off and crawled out of his bag to
clean up. "Ow," Kyle said, but laughing quietly about the other boy's
anger. He just rubbed his chest where the elbow had connected and watched
Bobby stand up. He couldn't help but think how awesome that boy's butt was,
and his dick got another lift, even as he watched the slightly smaller and
slightly younger boy drop his boxers and bend over to pick up a shirt; and
Kyle saw those incredible, yielding cheeks spread open to reveal his sperm
slowly leaking down the crack and across the hole still out of reach to
him. Kyle didn't even realize that it was his shirt that Bobby was now
using to wipe his ass. Kyle felt a subtle surge within that told him how
much he liked the view, and how he surprisingly wanted more of it.

Bobby tossed the used shirt at Kyle without looking back and went to the
bathroom to clean off. When he finally got back, Kyle was already lost to
sleep, as evident by his deep breathing. Leave it to Kyle, with his
football-playing boy mentality that if he couldn't reconcile something
experienced with his psyche, then just put it out of mind and out of sight
and go to sleep. He was turned on his side away from Bobby and still naked
under his covers, as Bobby realized lifting up the edge out of curiosity.
He gazed at the lovely, yet totally boyish, muscular buns of the other boy
and for a brief instant wondered what they looked like in action as Kyle
had pumped his crack full of cum. Instead of becoming angry again, Bobby
could only think now of how much he wanted to try it. He didn't dare do it
then, and probably not with Kyle. He was pretty sure he would end up with
some kind of bruise. But maybe with somebody . . . . .

The agony of what he wanted and trying to figure out why he wasn't thinking
about 'why', kept Bobby up a little longer before he finally drifted into
sleep and began dreaming confused but thrilling dreams - ultimately leading
to an unconscious sigh and release of cum. He never even woke up for it.