Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 20:30:00 "GMT"
From: Danny Nielsen <danny.nielsen@jubiipost.dk>
Subject: twelfth summer - Part 3

MY TWELFTH SUMMER -PART 3

	The next days, Philip and I settled into a kind of routine. We were
always late for breakfast, and never argued in the evening when it was time
to go to our room: that is where we were having the best fun, exploring
each other's bodies, enjoying each other's smells and drinking each other's
juices. Philip had smuggled up some small butter packs from the breakfast
table, so that with that lubricant, we were now happily fucking each other
too, though we both still found the business a bit too messy to enjoy it
regularly.
	Then we met David and Jerry.
	They were brothers, and staying with their parents at the same
hotel. David had just turned eleven, had short brown hair and a lot of
freckles. He was also very talkative, and it seemed he could not stand
still for more than a minute at a time. In contrast, Jerry was rather
sullen, he was fifteen and had long dark blond hair. He was also very lean
and handsome, with a perpetual dreamy, sad look on his face.  The very
first evening they were at the hotel, they were sitting at a table opposite
ours in the dining- room. Their parents and Philip's had their backs turned
to each other, and we kids were facing. Little David often looked in our
direction with an engaging and somewhat mischievous smile, and towards the
end of our meal, Philip nudged me discreetly: David's parents were engaged
in a conversation with the waiter, while David was looking in our direction
once again, this time sensually licking his upper lip with his tongue. He
then said something to his parents, got up, and walked to the toilets.
	I begged to be excused and followed him about a minute later. When
I entered the toilets, he was standing before a urinal, but he was not
peeing. He was holding his erect little penis in his hand, and slowly
stroking it with two fingers, all the while grinning at me.
	"Hi," he said. "I'm David. What's your name?"
	"Danny." I could not take my eyes from his crotch.
	"I figured you would like that. Aren't you going to unzip too?"
	"What if someone comes?"
	"We'll hear the outside door from the corridor."
	I was hard as hell and only too happy to let my dick out.
	"Not bad", David exclaimed appreciatively. "Almost as long as my
brother Jerry's. Can I touch it?"
	"Let's go into one of the cubicles."
	We did and both dropped our pants to our ankles. David's hard
two-incher was almost vertical. He was uncut, like Philip and me, but like
me, he had a rather short foreskin, so that half of his glans was
showing. It was very red, in shrill contrast to the whiteness of his
shaft. He sat down, and started masturbating my dick that was almost level
with his face. He did not hesitate long before taking it into his mouth,
first just licking and drooling all over it, then sucking it as if it was a
lollipop. Meanwhile, he kept stroking it with one hand while he massaged my
balls with the other. It did not take me long to erupt into his mouth, and
he drank my semen with a satisfied smile.
	"It's sweeter than my brother's" was his only comment when I
withdrew.
	"Want me to do the same to you?"
	"You bet."
	So I knelt down. I immediately noticed how his crotch smelled of
stale piss. As I looked up, the kid said, as if it was the most ordinary
thing in the world: "Jerry likes to piss on my dick; he does it every
morning before we dress up, then he uses the hairdryer to dry it. That
really feels great!"
	And I sometimes thought Philip and I were weird... Well, I did not
complain about it. I had come to realize I liked the smell and the taste
too, so I let my tongue wander all over his pubic region, soon
concentrating on his penis, which I managed to take in whole, so that I
could alternately lick his tiny balls and the underside of his shaft, while
he rubbed his glans on my palate. He quickly achieved a dry orgasm, which
left him panting on the toilet seat. I kept teasing the tip of his glans,
my tongue playing with his piss-slit.
	"You're gonna make me pee. Stop it," he said.
	But I went on, and I felt him hardening a little again as he
concluded: "Guess you don't mind!" and started letting go a seemingly
endless flow of savory boy-pee. It was more acrid than Philip's, but I
liked it all the same, and managed to swallow almost all of it.
	When he had finished, I told him to remain seated as I got up:
	"I am sorry I licked you clean of your brother's smell, but here is
something to replace it," and I relieved myself in the manner his brother
had accustomed him to, then I mopped him up with some toilet paper, so that
with now only a slightly damp crotch, he could dress up again. I hoped we
had not been away from the dinner- table too long, but as we returned to
it, none of the grown-ups made any remarks.
	Philip gave me an interrogative look, but of course I could not say
anything. Instead, when his parents were not looking, I put a finger in my
mouth and furtively sucked it. He must have understood at once, for he too
begged to be excused and went to the lavatories ... to be followed not a
minute later by David's older brother Jerry!
	They came back, Jerry first, almost ten minutes later. Neither
Philip's, nor David and Jerry's parents made any comments. Luckily, they
were far too absorbed in their after-dinner talk...and drinks. We went up
to our room soon afterwards. Despite what had happened, the first thing we
did when we were alone was our ritual first French kiss of the evening,
each one lengthily exploring the other's mouth and rubbing his crotch
against the other's.
	When we eventually unlocked, Philip asked: "Could you taste Jerry's
cum?". To which I replied: "And could you taste David's piss?"  This had us
both burst out laughing.
	"Wanna taste mine?", Philip went on.
	"Didn't you...?"
	"No, I was afraid I would be absent from the table too long. He
took ages to cum. He should have told me sooner what he wanted."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Well, apparently, the only thing that really turns him on is being
fucked, so when he eventually told me, I put two fingers in his ass, then a
third, and that did the trick. I bet my fingers still smell of his shit",
he added, putting them right under my nose. They did, so I proceeded to
lick them clean.
	"I'd rather you did that to my prick", he laughed, taking off his
tee-shirt.
	"If you do the same to me."
	"Nope, you have a date tonight." He was now stark naked and fully
erect, his three inches lustily pointing in my direction. "Please, suck me,
or I am going to stain the carpet."
	"Of course, if it's an emergency," I said, and obligingly knelt
down as he thrust his favorite toy between my lips. Holding my head in his
cupped hands, he then proceeded to fuck my mouth. He had not been lying: he
would have stained the carpet! It took him no more than half a dozen
thrusts to cum, more abundantly than usually. His juice also tasted a
little saltier and was stickier than the other times. He was so excited he
went on fucking for a while, moaning gently as I kept teasing his prick now
slowly going limp.
	"Ready for a rinse?," he asked, but did not wait for my answer to
start peeing in slow squirts, leaving me plenty of time to swallow the
contents of his bladder. As usual, there was but a faint after-taste of
urine, it might almost have been plain hot water. When he had finished, I
let his prick slip out of my mouth, and squeezed the last few drops of piss
out of it, as I rubbed the tip of his glans under my nose. I got up, and we
kissed (he definitely liked to try to recapture the taste of his precious
liquids from my tongue and palate!). Meanwhile, I was rubbing my erection
against his thigh, wetting it with the drops of precum that had been oozing
out of it for some time now.
	"Uh,uh! I told you you had a date! You'll have to wait."
	"What's that about a date, for chrissake!"
	"Jerry and David are expecting us in their room at 2 o'clock... and
that," he added, touching the wet tip of my cock, "is supposed to go up
Jerry's ass."
	"Says who?"
	"Come on, I promised him. You see, back home he has an older
boyfriend. I told you he loves being fucked, and his kid brother just
hasn't got what it takes yet. He told me his friend's dick is eight inches
long!"
	"So what? You might at least have asked me. Besides, what if we get
caught?"
	"We won't be. That's why we have to wait till everyone is
asleep. Their room is on the second floor too, and they're the only other
guests on this floor. My parents and theirs will be asleep, besides Jerry
told me theirs never check on them. Once they are in their room, they are
left to themselves."
	"And what about this?", I said pointing to my boner.
	"Cold shower maybe?"
	I was not amused, but decided it might be worthwhile waiting, so we
went to bed and managed with difficulty to keep our hands... and everything
else from each other. When the alarm-clock rang at a quarter to two, we
both jumped up and silenced it immediately. I had a piss hard-on, and so
did Philip.
	"First drink of the morning?", Philip asked.
	"No, keep it for our new friends. We'd better put on our pajamas to
cross the corridor," I added. "What are we going to do? Just knock on their
door?"
	"No," Philip answered, "I told Jerry I would shine my pocket lamp
through the keyhole, so they know it's us."
	The hotel was very quiet, apparently everyone was asleep as we made
for David and Jerry's room. No light was to be seen under their door, but
it did not take them more than a couple of seconds to open it as soon as
Philip made the agreed signal. The light was put on, and we saw that the
door had been opened by a naked and fully erect David. Jerry, completely
naked too, was lying on the bed.
	"Hi, David," I said. "Guess your brother told you this is Philip."
	"Hi, Philip," he grinned. "Why don't you put yourself at ease?," he
added rubbing his hand against Philip's protruding crotch. Our pajamas were
instantly flung away, and Philip said: "I'm going to burst if I can't piss
now."
	"The bathroom is over there," David pointed, but I checked him. "We
saved our piss for you, surely you're not going to turn our present down."
	"You want me to..., to drink his piss?"
	"And mine. I drank yours, remember. Come on, I'm sure it's not the
first time."
	"Not both of you."
	"All right", Jerry, who had not said anything yet or moved from the
bed, intervened. "I'll drink Philip's, you drink Danny's."
	Accordingly, Philip went over to Jerry and climbed on the bed,
straddling him to put his dick between his lips and David knelt down before
me. When I had finished, I wiped my penis on his upper lip and cheeks,
before helping him up and kissing him. I had come to love the after-taste
of my piss in Philip's mouth, and this was no different. Meanwhile, we were
rubbing our erections against each other and I was trying to get my middle
finger into David's asshole.
	Philip was not wasting his time either. A quick glance over David's
shoulder showed me that he was fucking the still supine Jerry, who had
folded his legs, so that his knees were almost touching his own shoulders,
while Philip held the underside of his thighs. This was a new position to
me, as on the rare occasions we had fucked, Philip and I had always done it
doggy-style. They were not using any lubrication either; this was less
surprising, if like Philip had told me, he was used to take the
eight-incher of his boyfriend. Philip's slim three inches were not going to
hurt him much. Besides, I had noticed some brown stains on David's little
prick that clearly indicated that Jerry's ass had already had a visitor
tonight.
	Meanwhile, I had two fingers inside his little brother's ass, and
they had gone in quite easily. Big brother must have been there too, and
more than once. I was a couple of inches taller than him, so that while his
boner was rubbing against my thigh, mine was against his tummy, our tongues
were still exploring each other's mouths, and Jerry was beginning to take
an interest in my asshole too. He might have pursued that subject, if the
mix of the squeaking sounds made by the springs of the bed with Philip's
gasps had not suddenly accelerated as he was quickly reaching his climax.
	"Come on," David said, pointing to the bed where Philip had just
ejaculated into his big brother's rectum. "I want to lick his dick when he
gets out. That's what I always do when Tim, that's Jerry's boyfriend, fucks
him."
	For the second time that evening, the same thought occurred to me:
"Boy, I thought that Philip and I were weird...!" I could not help but
think that David would be disappointed, as this was Philip's second time in
a few hours, so there would be a few drops of cum at most. But then, that
may not have been what he was interested in. As we approached and Philip
was indeed withdrawing, I had my first good look at Jerry's crotch.  He was
limp, but his dick and balls were the biggest I had seen in my small
experience. He also had a lot of very dark, almost black, pubic hair, which
surprised me because he was blond. His balls were also hanging rather low,
and not filling his ballsack.
	This was all going a little too fast. There I was standing next to
the bed of a fifteen year old boy I had never even spoken to. He had just
been fucked by my best friend, whose prick his brother was now licking
clean of shit and sperm, and I had been told that he was expecting my now
painfully erect penis up his ass. What do you do in such cases? Well he
smiled, and slowly passed his tongue on his upper lip. I said: "Hi."
	"Hi," Jerry replied, with a smile. His little brother had finished
licking Philip, and was now busy with his brother's crack. "Want to fuck
me?".
	"I'm told that's what I was invited for." I do not know why, but I
did not like him. Yet, I was not going to let the opportunity pass.
	"You bet. How long's that piece of meat of yours? Four inches?"
	"Five," I said. "Want to have a closer look?" Meanwhile, I had
gotten on the bed and was straddling him, the tip of my prick level with
his chin. Despite my erection, I managed to squirt a few drops of piss onto
his face.
	"Hey, what was that for?"
	"Always does that when he's pissed." I know, it was a very feeble
joke. "Come on, let's get on. Wanna me to use something like, you know,
butter?"
	"Spit will do." Saying that, he spat on my dick, but I got back and
let Philip and David do the job. David would drool all he could on my dick,
while Philip was slobbering into Jerry's asshole. I assumed the same
position as Philip had done before, and I had only to overcome a very
slight resistance to get my glans in. I took it back out, spat some more on
it, and got it back in, my whole shaft sliding after without difficulty.
	I started pumping slowly; meanwhile David had taken hold of his
brother's dick and was jerking it violently. It was now in full bloom, well
over six inches and as it had hardened, I could feel Jerry's asshole
tighten around my shaft. Philip had, with some difficulty, inserted one
finger into my own tight ass, and was massaging my balls, all the while
hugging me form behind and licking my neck and shoulders.
	Jerry shot his wad, half a dozen big white gobs over his chest and
tummy, the last drops oozing on his brother's fingers. David was licking
his fingers and I told him I wanted some too, so he scooped some of his
brother's semen between his fingers and let me lick it. I was pumping
harder now as Jerry's asshole was relaxing after his climax, and the smell
and taste of his cum was the final touch for me too: I creamed his hole in
my best orgasm ever... in my still very short experience.
	Philip had also gathered some of Jerry's cum from his chest, and
put it in his mouth. He had not swallowed though, but now also straddling
the older boy, he was kissing me on the mouth, so that Jerry's sperm was
passing from his mouth to mine and back. Then, as my dick was going limp, I
withdrew from Jerry's asshole and his little brother resumed his cleaning
job, first on my dick, then on his brother's hole, from where some sperm
was still oozing. The poor kid was rock hard: he was the only one who had
not come since the beginning of our little party, but Philip took pity on
him. When both my dick and Jerry's ass had been licked clean, Philip bent
over and told him to fuck him, which David undertook on the spot.
	I got up from the bed and so did Jerry; he headed for the
bathroom. "Gotta take a leak," he said. "Me too," I replied and followed
him. When we got there, I told him I wanted to taste his piss. As I said
so, he grinned and climbed into the tub. "You'll have to lick it off me
then!". Then he lay down, raised his pelvis, and started peeing all over
his chest and face. I climbed in too, and standing over him, concentrated
my flow of urine on his mouth, which he obligingly opened, swallowing as
much as he could. When we had both finished, we were both hard again. He
stood up, and after a short kiss, I started licking him, slowly progressing
from his forehead down to his erect penis. All the while, I was playing
with first one, then two, and eventually three fingers inserted into his
asshole. I ended on my knees, one hand playing with his balls, the other
busy in his asshole, my mouth nibbling at the underside of his cock.
	"Fuck my mouth," I told him, "my two hands are busy."
	He was careful enough not to make me gag, and went on very slowly,
but I could tell by my fingers in his ass, which were now held as in a
vice, that he was reaching his climax. Soon enough, the friction of his
glans between my palate and my tongue ceased abruptly and my mouth was
inundated by his cum. I tried to swallow it all, but some would trickle
down my chin all the same. He kept his cock in, and like I had done earlier
with his little brother, I went on licking. Although he was still gasping
in pleasure, I could feel his cock slowly getting limp, but before he
withdrew, he let go another gush of hot, although almost tasteless piss,
which I drank eagerly.
	Needless to say, my own cock was still rock hard. My fingers were
still in his ass, which was now much less tighter than it had been a few
moments before. I took them out and told him: "Bend over, I wanna fuck you
some more".
	He complied readily, and I was pumping my somewhat sore five inches
of boy meat into his ass when the door of the bathroom opened, to let in
Philip and David. Philip must have seen that Jerry was still wet, covered
in his piss and mine, for he immediately nudged David, and whispered
something to him, which made him giggle They got out again, but quickly
came back, half-dressed.  Philip was wearing my pajama pants and David was
wearing Philip's. They had drawn them up as high as they could, and David
was now positioning himself next to the tub. Instructed by Philip, he was
holding his penis, foreskin drawn back and piss-slit tightly pressed
against the fabric. Thus he started to pee in an upward arc, through the
fabric and onto his brother's back and flank. From the way he had
positioned his little prick, most of the urine got through, but I could
still see a slowly growing wet spot on the front of Philip's pants. I was
watching this from the corner of my eye, and it made me even hornier than
before. With both hands, I was spreading David's piss over his brother's
back, I was not going to be able to hold out much longer.
	As Philip was dressed the same as David, I figured he would do like
him. When the first stream of a warm liquid hit my left thigh, and then my
buttocks, I knew he had. Though, I could not see it, I imagined the wet
spot spreading in my pajama pants, and how later, when we would be back in
our room, and it had dried a little, I would rub my nose into it to enjoy
the mingling of our secret smells. That was the last straw, or rather my
last drops ... of cum up Jerry's ass.
	I was totally spent so my cock went limp almost at once and I
withdrew from Jerry. From the side of the tub, before his brother and I
could take a shower, which at this time of night would necessarily be cold,
Philip took my cock, still covered in brown and white slime, in his mouth,
and licked it clean, while David lavished the same attentions on Jerry's
ass. Eventually, after the cold shower mentioned before, Philip and I got
back into our wet pajamas, and after some last kissing and groping, went
back to our room. But we had promised to see David and Jerry again. They
would be away the next day with their parents, but we agreed on a hike
along the nearby river for the day after that. They had been there before,
and assured us that the place was very quiet and deserted.
	Swimming trunks would definitely be optional!