Date: Mon, 06 Aug 2012 10:01:21 -0700 From: Zyngaru <zyngaru@ml1.net> Subject: The Portrait Artist Disclaimer: This is a total work of fiction. It comes from my imagination and none of these events ever happened. Any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is totally coincidental. There is a lot of boy nudity in this story. If nudity offends you or if the games boys play while nude offends you, then do not read this story. If you enjoy stories about nude boys and the things they get up to while nude, then you might like to read this story. I would appreciate your feedback on this story. My email is. zyngaru@ml1.net Also, Nifty has been very kind to me by publishing my stories, if you like what you are reading, I would appreciate it, if you would consider donating to their support at http://donate.nifty.org/donate/html The Portrait Artist "Mom, my art teacher gave me this to give to you." I say, as I hand mom the note that Mr. Glaismann gave me. "Wilhelm, did you get in trouble at school today?" She asks, as she is opening the note. "I don't thing so. I don't remember doing anything, I ain't supposed to." I plead my innocence. When mom gets the note open she reads it and says, "Hmmmm." "What's it say?" I ask curious. "It's says something that I need to discuss with your dad." She says. "Am I in trouble?" I ask almost in tears. "Oh, No dear. You aren't in any trouble. This is about something completely different." She says. "What's it about?" I ask even more curious now. "It's about an opportunity, but until I talk with your father, we will just leave it at that." She says flatly. "So, you have homework?" She asks changing the subject. "Yes, ma'am." I reply. "Ok then, off to your room to change out of your school clothes and do your homework before dinner." She instructs me. So that's exactly what I do. I go to my room and take my shoes, socks, shirt and pants off, only leaving my white briefs on and sit on my bed and pull out my books from my book-bag and start doing homework. Later mom calls me to dinner, so I slip on some shorts and go to the dining room to eat dinner. After dinner I watch some tv, before going to take my bath. While I am in the tub soaking in bubbles, mom comes in to wash my hair and make sure my ears are clean. I stand up so she can get to my hair easier without having to bend over. "So mom, have you talked to dad about the note?" I ask. "Yes dear we have talked about it." She tells me. "Will you tell me what it's about, now?" I ask. "Not yet dear." She says. "Now let's look at those ears." She says, changing the subject again. After scrubbing my ears, she let's me go back to playing in the tub. When I am all pruney from being in the water so long, I get out, dry off and go to the family room where mom and dad are watching tv. I go over and sit on the floor in front of the tv, still naked to watch the show. "Is your homework done?" Mom asks. "Yes ma'am." I reply. "Ok, you can finish watching this show then it's off to bed." She tells me. "Can I stay up a little longer?" I ask pleadingly. "You have school tomorrow." She states. "Yes ma'am." I say back, knowing that means no. After the show is over, I go kiss mom and then kiss dad and go off to bed. --------------------------------------- Next morning, I get up, put on clean briefs and school clothes, go eat breakfast, brush my teeth, collect my book-bag and just as I am about to leave for school, mom hands me a note. "Please give this to Mr. Glaismann." Mom tells me. "Yes, ma'am." I tell her and give her a kiss and go to school. At school I see Mr. Glaismann in the hallway so I catch up with him and say, "Mr. Glaismann, mom gave me this note for you." While handing him mom's note. He takes it and puts it in his pocket. "Aren't you going to read it?" I ask. "Not now, Wilhem." He tells me and walks away. I go to my class and do everything I usually do at school. At the end of my art class, Mr. Glaismann calls me over and hands me another note and tells me, "Would you please, give this to your parents." He says, more a statement than a question. "What's it say?" I ask. "That is for your parents to tell you, not me." He says and goes back to what he was doing. I go home at the end of school and give mom the new note. Mom reads the note and tells me, "Your dad and I will talk with you tonight after dinner." So then, I just go to my room and take my shoes and socks off, along with my shirt and pants, so I can be comfortable while doing homework. Before I know it, mom calls me to dinner, so I put some shorts on and go to eat. After eating, I look to mom to see if we are going to have that talk now, but she tells me, "Wilhelm, why don't you go take your bath while I clean the kitchen from dinner and then we will sit and have a talk." So I go into the bathroom and start running water in the tub with some Mr. Bubble and take my shorts and underwear off and climb in to play in the bubbles. Shortly mom comes in to wash my hair and ears and when she is done I get out of the tub and she helps me dry off. Once I am dry we both walk into the family room where she sits in her chair and I sit, still nude from my bath, on the floor. "Wilhelm." Dad begins. "Mr. Glaismann has a proposition for you. It could be a fun opportunity. Your mom and I have discussed it and have decided we will allow you to make the decision for yourself." Dad continues. Then mom takes over, "It's like this, it seems your art teacher is also a painter and has invited you to be one of his models. He has also invited two other boys. If you decide to be his model, then we, and the other families, will meet Mr. Glaismann, at his home to discuss the details." Mom stops and dad takes over. "The thing is Wilhelm, Mr. Glaismann's models, pose nude. You would be nude while Mr. Glaismann paints your portrait." He finishes. "Does that mean all way naked?" I ask. "Yes dear. You would be posing just like you are now, totally nude." Mom explains. "Will the other boys be nude too?" I ask. "Yes dear, it seems so, since that is how Mr. Glaismann works." Mom answers. "Well, as long as I ain't naked by myself, I think it be ok." I explain. "So does that mean we send a note to school saying you will do it?" Dad asks. "Can we send a note to school saying I might do it, after we meet him at his house and I meet the other boys?" I ask. "Sure dear, we can write that in the note." Mom says. "Then I say ok." I tell them both. "Very well, we will send a note to school and then go visit him and see what this is all about." Dad says. "Cool. What's on TV tonight?" I ask. I watch TV until bedtime and we don't talk about Mr. Glaismann any more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next morning, I get up, dress for school, eat breakfast, brush my teeth and get the note for Mr. Glaismann and go to school. Like the day before, I see Mr. Glaismann in the hallway and give him the note. And like yesterday he pockets the note and walks away. The nice thing about Fridays is that it's the last day of school for the week and usually no homework to take home. The bad thing about Friday's is that its quiz and test day. At the end of the day, Mr. Glaismann hands me another note to take home and he says, "See you tomorrow." And he walks away. I go home and hand the note to mom, who opens it and tells me, "We are invited to Mr. Glaismann's house and studio at 8:00 tomorrow morning." "Awesome!" I shout and run around the house repeating "Awesome!' over and over again. "I guess you want to do this then?" Mom asks. "Ya, the more I think about it and the closer I get to it, the more I want to do it." I explain. I tell mom. "So what outfit you want to wear tomorrow?" Mom asks. "Outfit?" I ask confused. "Yes dear, what you want to wear to impress Mr. Glaismann?" She explains. "I thought I was going to pose naked, so why I need an outfit." I ask. "Dear we aren't going to Mr. Glaismann's tomorrow for you to pose. We are going to finalize all the details and sign contracts and learn what is expected from you." She explains it all to me. "Oh. I didn't know about all that stuff." I say softly. "That's ok dear. Most of it is going to be adult stuff but you still need to look cute so he won't change his mind." Mom tells me. "He can change his mind and not let me pose for him?" I ask worried. "Yes dear, but don't worry, he wouldn't have invited you if he didn't want you. It's just if we don't agree on the details, we both have the opportunity to decide to not do it." She explains further. "So we going to do it right?" I ask. "Yes dear, you are going to do it." Mom reassures me. Since I don't have any homework, I go watch TV, until dinner and then eat, and then watch more TV. "Ok, Wilhelm, time for bed dear." Mom tells me. "But I'm too excited to sleep." I tell her. "I understand dear, but you want to be your best right?" Mom asks. "Yes, mom." I tell her. "Then you need to get your sleep, so you won't be too tired." She tells me. "Ok." I say, as I get up and kiss mom and dad and go to bed. "Good morning sleepyhead. Time to get up." Mom says in my ear as I lay in bed. "Is it morning already?" I ask with sleepy eyes. "Yes dear and you just have enough time to get dressed and have some breakfast before we need to leave." She explains. "Ok. I'm getting up." I say as I roll over falling back asleep again. "Oh, no you don't buddy-boy. You are the one that wants to pose for your painting, so get out of bed." Mom says as she pulls my sheet off me exposing my naked body to the morning sun coming through my window. Then she garbs my foot and begins tickling it. I of course am the most ticklish kid in the world and start laughing so hard that I have to pee. "Ok, Ok, I'm up. Let me go so, I can go pee or I'm going to wet the bed." I plead. Mom let's go and I take off for the bathroom and just make it in time to aim at the toilet and pee so hard that it sounds like a water hose. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I say to no one as I let it all out. After peeing, I get dressed, eat breakfast and we drive to Mr. Glaismann's house. Upon arriving I see two other cars with people sitting in them waiting for us. I guess someone has to be the last one to get here. We all get out of our cars together and walk up to the front door. "Good Morning." Mr. Glaismann says as he opens his door for us. "Come right on in." He continues. "If you would walk this way, I have tea and biscuits waiting." He continues as he leads us to a little parlor. Once in the parlor we all take a seat on sofas that are arranged around this low coffee table. "Please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy some tea and biscuits." He says as he points to the trays and cups sitting on the coffee table. "Boys, while your parents are getting themselves some refreshments would you please introduce yourself and your parents to the group. Let's start with you Fritz. Please tell us your full name and age." "I'm Fritz Bauer Jr. I'm 12 jahre alt. This is my Mutter und Vater." "I'm Dieter Hirch III. I'm 11 years old. This is my mom and dad." "I'm Wilhelm Schmidt II. I'm 10. This is my mama and papa." "Thank You boys." Mr. Glaismann says, after we are done introducing ourselves. "Mr. Glaismann, who are the boys in the paintings?" Dieter asks as everyone looks around the room to the paintings of nude boys hanging on the walls. "Those are my three sons, Dieter. They were you boys ages when I painted them. I have more displayed around the house. Would you like to see them? Mr. Glaismann asks. "Yes, bitte." I say. "Very well, if you would like to bring your tea and biscuits along, I will give you the short tour of my home." Mr. Glaismann tells us, as we pick up our cups of tea and biscuits. "All the paintings in the house are of my sons. They were all done when they were between 10 and 12 years old. When each boy turned 13 they chose not to want any more paintings made of them. This I believe was because of the onslaught of puberty and the changes in their bodies." Mr. Glaismann told us as we walked from room to room looking at the paintings of his naked sons. "Mr. Glaismann, I don't see any paintings of your boys when they were younger?" Mom asks. "That is an interesting story and part of why I have invited you all to my home." Mr. Glaismann tells us as we enter a small room with only one painting hanging on its wall and it has all three boys in it together. "This is the painting that explains everything." He says pointing to the painting with three naked boys in it. "When I married, I was a portrait painter. I made enough money, painting portraits, to support my wife and myself. Then along came my firstborn son and then my second and before I knew it, my third son." He explained. "With little ones to keep fed and clothed, money began to get scarce. But we scraped by. Unfortunately fewer and fewer people had portraits done, choosing to have photographs done instead. This meant I had more and more free time with no paintings to do." He told us looking around at all of us. "Then one afternoon my boys came to me and asked why don't I paint them, since I didn't have a portrait to do at the time." He says. "Boys, can you guess there ages when they asked me this question?" Mr. Glaisman asks. "12, 11, and 10." Fritz says immediately. "Correct young sir." Mr. Glaismann tells him, with a smile. "Up until this point, I had only painted portraits for paying customers. It was my business, not a hobby. But since I had the canvas and the paint, why not paint my sons?" He says to us. "So I told my boys to go change into the costume they wanted to be painted in and I got my canvas and paints ready. I expected them to either dress up in their very best clothes, or to wear something totally outlandish, but to my surprise when they came back into the room for their painting they were all three nude. This painting is how they were that day." He tells us, as we all take another look at the three naked boys in the painting and they all look like they are staring right back at us. We leave this room and go back to the parlor as Mr. Glaismann continues with his story. "So from that day on, when I was in-between portraits, I would paint one of my sons. As you saw from our little tour and all the paintings hanging on my walls, that got to be a lot of in-betweens. Then one day a friend of mine was over and was looking at the paintings and suggested that I allow him to make lithographs of them and sell them. He said he thought that I could make a better living selling lithographs of my sons than the portrait business. After some time thinking it over and struggling to pay the bills, I decided to do it and almost immediately lithographs were selling all over the world, with the help of the internet." He tells us. "Eventually, my sons grew older and didn't want me painting them anymore. So I went for awhile not painting any new portraits to make new lithographs from. Then along came a friend with a son who was 10 and asked if I would paint his son nude. Being a friend, I did so and he was ok with me making a lithograph of his son and selling it. His son is an adult now, like my sons, and I'm sure they are hanging on peoples walls all around the world." He continues. "If you are done with your tea, I would like to take you out to the studio where I work and show you around." He states as we put our cups down and follow him to his backyard and to another building in the far back corner of his lot. Inside we see lots more paintings of boys hanging on the walls. They are all different boys, in all kinds of poses. Some of the boys have balls in their hands, while some have instruments. Some boys are standing, and some are sitting and some are lying down. There was even a boy standing on his head and another one flying. But the one thing all these boys have in common is that all of them are naked. "As you can see, I have painted a lot of boys over the years." Mr. Glaismann says laughing. He stops at this big machine. "This is the lithograph machine that my friend changed all these paintings into sellable lithographs. When he got a new job in America, he gave me the machine so that I could continue with my business." He explains. "These days, I don't paint very much anymore. Times have changed and laws have changed and people are changing. But ever so often I get the 'need' to paint." He says as he looks at each of us in turn. "Which brings me to why I have invited the three of you boys along with your parents here. I want to paint again. And since my painting of nude boys began with my three sons, I decided I would do three new paintings. And since my boys were what ages?" He asks. "10, 11, and 12." We all say together. "Very good class, you've been paying attention." He says laughing. "But that is why I have invited one 10 year old and one 11 year old and one 12 year old." "Since you all came here today, I am assuming you boys and your parents decided you would at least think about doing this. Am I right?" He asks. "Yes sir." We tell him. "So here's the deal. You three pose for me nude. I make three different paintings. I give you the very first lithograph printed from your painting. I keep the original paintings. I also get all rights to the paintings as well as the rights to sell lithographs made from them." He says in a very businessman tone of voice. "You get to spend your Saturdays here posing, I will feed you lunch and you will have ample time to play and relax. I will only have one of you posing at a time, while the other two play. You will be nude the whole time you are here at my studio. No parents allowed. Your parents will drop you off on Saturday mornings and pick you up Saturday afternoon." He finishes. "Boys do you have any questions?" He asks. "No." I say, because I decided I wanted to do it as soon as I seen all the naked paintings. "No." Fritz says. "Why ain't your name on the paintings instead of this strange looking one." Dieter asks. Sure enough, I didn't notice until now, but none of the paintings is signed Mr. Glaismann. "It's a ghost signature." Mr. Glaismann says. "It's like anonymous. I am a ghost painter. In the beginning, I didn't want anyone to know who I was or who my sons were, when I started selling them. That is why only the original painting with all three of them has my name on it and it has never been made into a lithograph and sold." He explains. "But why?" Fritz asks. "Think about it. When I paint you nude and make it into a lithograph and put it on the Internet to sell, anyone can see it. I can put your name on the painting or I can just put Akt Junge. You have the choice as to whether the world knows who you are when they see your painting or not? You can be 'Nude Fritz' or 'Nude Dieter' or 'Nude Wilhelm' or just 'Nude Boy or 'Akt Junge'." He says laughing. "That makes sense." Fritz says. "So boys the question is, do you still want to pose for me nude and have a nude painting made?" Mr. Glaismann asks us. "Yes sir." All three of us say together. "Parents, we can discuss the legal paperwork in a few minutes, but right now, are you going to allow your boys to pose for a nude painting?" He asks our parents. I look at mom and dad shaking my head yes with all my might, hoping they will agree to let me. I notice the other two boys doing the same thing. "As much as Wilhelm seems to want to do this, I say yes." My dad tells Mr. Glaismann. The other boy's parents finally say yes too. "Ok then. With that settled why don't you boys go ahead and take your clothes off, so I can get a good look at you. I need to make some decisions as to how I am going to paint you." Mr. Glaismann says. "You want us to get naked now?' Dieter asks. "Right now?" Fritz asks. "Yes. Naked. Right now. Do you have a problem with that?" Mr. Glaismann asks. "No sir, but everyone's going to see us." I say. "Boys, this will be the only time during our sessions that you will be nude in front of anyone, but each other and myself. But for today, I need you to get nude, so that I know you can and will do it, and so I can get some idea of what pose, I want to use for you." He explains. "Ok." I say as I start to pull my shirt off. All three of us take our clothes off at the same time, even same piece at same time. First we take our shirts off. Then we take our shoes and socks off. Then we look at each other and unbuckle our pants and pull them down and off and finally we pull our white briefs down to our feet and take them off, standing in front of the adults naked. Looking from one to the other, I see right off that I have the smallest pimmel, but then I am the youngest so that is to be expected. What I didn't expect was Dieter. His is huge even bigger than Fritz's and Fritz is a whole year older. All of us are just standing here with our penises hanging for everyone to look at, while Mr. Glaismann looks each of us, up and down. "Very good boys. You each have a very distinctive body type. That will make each of your paintings special instead of more of the same. How do you feel about standing in front of everyone nude?" "I'm ok with it now that I am naked." Fritz says first. "Same here. I was a little nervous when you said for us to take our clothes off, but now I'm fine with it." Dieter says. "I always like being naked so it's cool with me." I say. "That is good to hear, because from now on, when you are here, you are to be nude. Are you ok with that?" "Yes sir." We all say together. "Ok then, I need to talk legal stuff with your parents, so why don't you boys go outside and get to know each other better." He tells us with a smile on his face. So we go outside in his backyard, while the adults do more talking. "You guys wanna play a game?" I ask. "What kind of game?" Dieter asks. "Don't know but something fun." I say. "I have a game we can play." Fritz says. "What?" Dieter asks. "Well Mr. Glaismann said for us to get to know each other better, so I guess the best way to do that is playing a game with penalties." "That sounds fun and naughty." I say. "Works for me. What game?" Dieter asks. "Let's keep it simple. How about tag? The person that's 'IT', says the penalty and the person he tags has to do it." Fritz explains his game. "Ok." I say. "Ok with me too." Dieter agrees. "Fine. I'll be 'IT' first and my penality is, if I tag you, you got to give me a boner." Fritz says. Dieter and I look at him smiling and say, "Ok." And we start running away from Fritz. Fritz chases us across the yard. When we come to a tree we go separate directions and Fritz follows Dieter, so I am safe for awhile. Fritz almost gets Dieter but at the last second Dieter spins and comes back my direction, so I have to find someplace to run to. I try to get away but no use, Fritz corners me and tags me. "Ok, Little Willie, time to pay up." Fritz says, while Dieter comes over to where Fritz and I are standing trying to catch his breath. "Hey my names Wilhelm, not Little Willie." I say protesting what Fritz just called me. "Hey take it easy kid, no offense intended. Just most small boys named Wilhelm like being called Willie, because it isn't so formal." Fritz explains to me. "Oh." I say. "So is it Wilhelm or Willie? Fritz asks. "Willie is ok, but no Little Willie." I agree with. "Then Willie it is. Now Willie time to pay up." Fritz says. I reach and grab hold of Fritz's big willie and start playing with it. "Make sure to pull the skin all the way down so my little head peeks out." Fritz tells me. So I make sure I pull his foreskin down so his peckerhead shows. It isn't anytime at all before Fritz has a stiffie. It's long and thin. Now his penis is bigger than Dieters. "Ok you paid your penalty, now you're 'IT'." Fritz tells me. "Hmmmm, my penality is you got to play with my pimmel and make it bone up." I say as I see them running away. Now, I might be small but I am fast. I take off after them. I see Dieter turn and go toward a dead end in the yard, so I turn away from chasing Fritz and go after Dieter. I got him cornered and I already know he is going to try and spin away from me, like he did Fritz, so when he does I shift that way and tag him. "Got you Dieter. Pay up." I say giggling. I ain't never had anyone play with my penis before. So when he grabs my willie, I am surprised by how good it feels. I giggle the whole time he plays with it. He pulls my skin down too so my peckerhead shows to everyone. He has to play with mine longer. I don't get boners fast like Fritz does. But after awhile, I bone up and tell him, "Ok, you paid your penalty and now you're 'it." "I'm 'IT' and my penality is you got to suck my dick until I say stop." Dieter says. "What?" I say. "You heard me." Dieter says. "All the way in my mouth?" I ask. "Yep." He says. "I ain't never did that before, but if Fritz says its ok, then I will do it if I get tagged." I state flatly. "We agree to the penalty." Fritz says as we both take off at a run. Dieter is right after me. It's like he is determined to tag me and make me suck his dick. But like I said before, I am fast. I just got to make sure I don't trap myself. Then all of a sudden, Dieter stops chasing me and goes after Fritz. Fritz ain't as lucky, because he lets himself get trapped along the side of the house with no way out and not enough room to dodge Dieter. Once trapped Fritz gets tagged. I waste no time at all getting over to them, cause I want to see this. Fritz stands in front of Dieter and drops to his knees. "You ready for this Dieter?" Fritz asks. "Yes, but no biting." Dieter says laughing. With that, Fritz opens his mouth and puts Dieters big penis in it. Good thing Fritz has a big mouth so Dieters wiener fits in it. I can see Fritz's cheeks bulging as he moves Dieters pecker around in his mouth. Then I see that the bottom of Dieters dick is showing now. Dieter has a boner and it won't all fit in Fritz's mouth. So he is sucking on it like a lollipop. He goes up and down on the lollipop. Dieter has a huge smile on his face while Fritz is sucking his boner. Then Dieter gets this really serious look on his face and all of a sudden he drops to his knees and says, "Stop." "Guys what just happened?" I ask. "Bube." Fritz says. "I ain't a baby. I just don't know what you guys just did is all." I say. "Yep bube boy." Dieter reaffirms. "I just had an orgasm." Dieter tells me. "Do you know any more than you did before?" Fritz asks. "No." I say. "Exactly." Fritz says. "Willie, if you wanna find out, you just going to have to make that your penalty." Fritz continues. "Because there isn't any way to explain it, that will make any sense to you, until you have your own." Dieter finishes. "Ok, enough talk. My next penalty is you gotta suck my dick until I say stop." Fritz says laughing. Dieter and I are already running before he finishes. I see right off, that Fritz is after me. I guess he wants me to suck his dick. I run and dodge him but there isn't any way, I can stay away from him forever in this small of a yard. So finally he catches me and tags me. "Ok Willie, your turn to suck dick." Fritz tells me smiling. "Just make sure you don't bite my dick or I will bite you back." He warns. "It's ok Willie, just use your lips and tongue and keep your teeth off. Dieter tries to explain to me. So for the very first time in my life, I put another boy's penis in my mouth. I'm afraid of it tasting bad, but it don't. It's ok. There's just a lot of it in my small mouth. I try moving Fritz's growing boner around in my mouth but I can't breathe and start coughing. "It's ok Willie, You are doing good." Dieter coaxes me on. "Now, as Fritz's dick bones up, just move your mouth out to the end of it." Dieter explains to me. So I do as he says and I am sucking away on the end of Fritz's dick. His peckerhead comes out of his foreskin. Then he grabs my head and pushes it on his dick more and more. I can feel Fritz humping like a dog humps your leg. Then all of a sudden he does just like Dieter did, and drops to his knees and is breathing really hard. I try to think about what Fritz just did and what Dieter did and I can't see how just getting your boner sucked on, should make you give out. Finally Fritz gets up and says, "That was awesome Willie. No one would of known that was your first time sucking cock." Fritz tells me. "Danke. I guess." I say. "Well Willie, now is your chance to find out. What is your penalty going to be?" Dieter asks. "Heck. I'm going to have same penalty. You gotta suck my pimmel until it does what you guys did." I say boldly. Both Fritz and Dieter take off, but they aren't running that fast to get away. It's like they are trying to be the one I tag for some reason that escapes me. So who should I tag since it's obvious I can tag either one. My thinking is, I going to make the oldest one suck my dick. So I chase after Fritz and it was easy tagging him. "Got you Fritz, now you gotta suck my dick." I announce. "Well Fritz you get to bust Willie's innocence." Dieter declares. "Yep. I knew you wanted it too." Fritz tells Dieter. "Ok Fritz, put my dickie in your mouth and show me what this orgasm thing is all about." I say. "Willie you gotta stop calling it a dickie, dude. Babies call it that. So call it anything but that, if you're going to be hanging with us for the next few months." Dieter tells me. "OK. Fritz suck my dick." I say boldly. Fritz drops to his knees in front of me and before I know it, he has my whole little dick in his mouth. It feels so warm. I like the feeling. Fritz rolls my little dick around in his mouth using his tongue. It feels exciting when he does that. I start getting a boner. It takes a long time for me to get a full on boner but that's ok with me, cause it feels awesome having my boned up dick in Frtiz's mouth. Even when I get a full boner, it all fits in Fritz's mouth. I can feel him sucking on it like a lollipop. I don't think my dick has ever been as hard as it is now. I can feel something strange in my tummy. It's like it's all electric. It gets tight and my back starts arching backwards. My legs go all stiff. The feeling in my tummy is like it wanting to do something but don't know what to do. It's like! Oh WOW! I am now standing on my tip toes all by myself. I don't know why but I'm trying to stretch as high as I can get. I can feel my butt cheeks getting tighter and tighter. I start humping my butt forcing my little boner deeper in Fritz's mouth. Then all of a sudden something explodes inside me and I go totally limp. I mean, I fall to the ground limp. I see stars, like I can't focus. I'm lying on the ground totally out of breath. I am so week I can't even sit up let alone stand. Both Dieter and Fritz are standing over me when I finally can see again. "Are you ok? Fritz asks. "Ya, I think so." I say. "Was that a orgasm?" I ask. "Sure was, and it seems you had a good one." Dieter says. "Boys, you can come in now." We hear from the studio, where Mr. Glaismann is calling us back in. Both Fritz and Dieter help me stand up as Fritz says, "Ok, guys, no telling the adults about our penalties, ok?" "Ya, adults don't need to know that stuff." Dieter adds. "Why not?" I ask. "Cause adults don't understand our games and will get mad." Fritz says with Dieter nodding agreement. "Oh, Ok. I won't tell no one. It be our secret game." I say proudly. "Very good Willie. You can tell them we played tag, just not the penalties." Fritz explains again. "I got it. I got it. I won't tell no one about you sucking my dick." I say laughing. "We mean it Willie." Dieter adds his admonishments. "Ok! Ok! I got it." I say. "But one thing guys. Please don't call me Willie in front of the adults, especially my parents." I plead. "Why?" Dieter asks. "Because mom gets really upset with that name. She's the one that picked Wilhelm to call me and she don't like anyone shortening it or giving me a nickname." I explain. "Ok, Wilhelm it is in front of the parents." Fritz says while Dieter nods in agreement. And we go inside to find out what is going to happen next. Loyal Readers: Thank you so very much for reading my stories. If you would like to help support Nifty Archives for publishing my stories. Donate here. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html