Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2013 11:05:57 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 10

Washed Up.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys,
and other themes that may offend.  If the subject matter offends you, is
not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find
something else to read. In the following story all names and events are
completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location, place,
or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.

Chapter 10:

François unsurprisingly knows more about the male anatomy, but even he
doesn't have a lot of experience with sex. He had been working too hard
during his life, and never really found anyone who he wanted to settle down
with. He has had the odd fling but even those have been few and far
between.

Even with their general lack of knowledge, they manage to explain what they
need to pretty well. Mum does chime in from time to time, but generally she
feels too uncomfortable talking to us about gay sex. Pierre and I feel
totally embarrassed at the whole thing. We do learn a lot, and all our
fears about what had happened earlier are laid to rest. We both are
actually amazed to find out that our little dicks can provide such fun and
pleasure. I had always thought that its only purpose is to piss out of, so
to find out this other stuff really intrigues me.

"Josh, what we are going to tell you next will most likely confuse and
upset you. We have to tell you as it will be worse if you find out any
other way." Mum says. That completely shocks the two of us as mum has
hardly said anything for a while. I feel really nervous, as I am not too
sure as to whether I want to hear any more, especially if it will upset me.

************

"What will upset me?" I ask a little nervously, even though I'm sort of
dreading the answer. But after everything else they have told us what could
possibly upset me now. I mean I have been so embarrassed by the whole
conversation already that it has almost led me to tears. Pierre looks
concerned as well, because he doesn't have any idea as to what can be so
bad.

"It has to do with actual sex which is supposed to be the ultimate form of
love making." Mum replies, which just confuses us more. There is even more
to it than what we have already been told. We start the day thinking that
love is just kissing and hugging, and just enjoying each other's
company. Now they tell us there is a lot more to it than just that, and now
there is more.

"Unfortunately Josh, you have sort of already experienced it. If you two
were a boy and a girl it would be different, but because you are two
boys'... well... let's put it this way... um... Josh, do you have any idea
of what your dad really did to you?" François says. He has become really
flustered by the end as he isn't sure how to tell us. He really doesn't
want to upset me, even though he already knows that it is inevitable.

I think about what François has just asked me. I have never really
understood what dad did to me, but somehow I think subconsciously I always
did know but tried to shut the thoughts out of my head. Now with all the
rest of the information that they have provided me with, I am finally able
to put two and two together to make four. My mouth drops wide open, and I
start to feel feint. My body starts trembling. Pierre looks at me, and
becomes really worried as he sees a look of sheer horror on my face. He
still hasn't put it all together, but I know it won't take him long.

"Does raped mean to stick... um... your dick up someone's butt?" Pierre
asks tentatively after a little while, as he finally clicks as to what his
uncle is referring to. He doesn't want to believe it, especially if it is
supposed to be the ultimate form of love making.

"No Pierre it doesn't. When two guys have sex that is how they go about it,
it is supposed to be how you make love. Unfortunately some people force it
upon you, when you don't want it, and that is rape." François
replies. Pierre nods that he understands, but he really doesn't understand
why someone would force another person to have sex. I don't understand it
either but I'm too shocked at the revelation to speak.

I start to feel really betrayed, and completely humiliated, and as much as
I try to keep my emotions in check I am fighting a losing battle. I really
can't believe it, I have already had sex but it was totally against my
will. I feel really confused, and I don't know what to do.

All this information is too overwhelming, and I just can't cope with it
anymore. I lie down on the bed and bury my face. I just bawl my eyes
out. It has all became too much for me to come to grips with. Pierre flops
down on the bed so that he can hug me. He also starts to stroke my back
trying to sooth my misery. He understands why I have become so upset. He
feels it too.

François feels a little guilty at upsetting me, but knows it had to
happen. He is just glad that I found it all out in the safety of friends
and family, and not somewhere else. He gets off his seat and comes over to
the side of the bed. He starts to stroke the back of my head. Mum also
feels guilty all over again, because she knows that she could have
prevented it from happening in the first place. But she feels a little bit
of relief knowing that I now know exactly what happened, because in a lot
of ways I can now learn to deal with it. Sarah is now considering whether
it was such a good idea to tell me so much in such a small amount of time.

"Why... why would anyone do that? I just don't understand." I sob after
tilting my head to the side to be able to talk. I'm starting to regain some
control with the help of Pierre and his uncle. I really just need to
understand why dad forced me to have sex with him. I really need to
understand why he did it when he also knew that I had no idea as to what he
was doing. Most of all I need to understand why he inflicted so much pain
on me.

"I really don't know why someone would do that. I suppose it's because it
feels so good, and the person can't get enough of those awesome
feelings. It is no excuse what so ever, but it is the only reason that I
can think of." François replies honestly.

It makes me feel even worse, and I start to cry heavily again. Dad gets all
those great feelings, while all I get is a tremendous amount of pain. It
seems so selfish, and makes me feel like I'm just a worthless piece of
shit. He must have just seen me as a way for him to feel happy, and not as
a person. Let alone that I am supposed to be his son. Did he really hate me
that much?

"So all I was to dad is somewhere to stick his dick into so he could feel
good, while at the same time I felt so much pain. What am I? Was I really
that worthless to him? Why did it have to be me, I thought I was his son? I
fucking hate him even more because he just makes me feel like rubbish." I
howl uncontrollably. My voice wavers because of the mixed emotions I'm now
feeling. I'm feeling betrayed, upset, confused, angry, but most of all like
a worth piece of shit.

I'm well beyond rational thought, because all this new material I have
received is really just making me feel like I am just rubbish. Even during
the whole saga I never felt this bad. But the knowledge of what dad really
did to me, and knowing what it was supposed to represent just makes me feel
like shit. That is putting it kindly.

My mind is swirling as it tries to make some sort of sense of everything. I
can feel my body on the verge of totally shutting down. It's shaking
uncontrollably, and I'm drowning in sweat. How will I ever be able to enjoy
having proper sex now, as all I will ever be able to think about is what
dad did? Why the hell did they tell me all this? I feel all dirty and
tainted. Will Pierre ever be able to look at me the same? I know I can't
look at myself in the same light as before. All I see of myself now is just
a mountain of worthless shit at best.

Mum and Sarah have also come over to the side of the bed to try to calm me
down. They are all really concerned with how badly I'm taking this. Sarah
joins Pierre with stroking my back, while mum gently caresses my
leg. François is still stroking the back of my head, while Pierre is
also still latched onto me as tightly as he can, hugging me.

"Josh, you are not worthless. If you were then I wouldn't be here, because
it was you who saved my life. If that's not useful then I don't know what
is. You are a really nice boy who has just been treated badly by the person
who all boys are supposed to look up to. Don't feel bad as I will do
everything I can to make sure nothing like that happens again. I love you
regardless of what has happened, because you really make me feel like the
most important person in the world. I want to make you feel the same way"
Pierre says whole heartedly to me.

I can feel the love behind each and every word he says. It makes me feel a
little relieved knowing that he still looks at me the same way. My senses
start to allow the love he is generating to flow through my body again,
after it had tried to shut it all out. Slowly but surely I start to make a
bit of sense of everything. I slowly start to feel my mind regain control
of my body. The dismay slowly washes away, and I start to be able to see
myself as a normal person again.

I turn my head and look straight into his hazel eyes. Well I try to but my
tear filled eyes make him look all blurry and totally out of focus. But
even with my lack of focus I can still see his eyes sparkle from the love
he feels for me. The love also flows through my body like an addictive drug
making me really feel important and wanting more. I shuffle my head over a
little so that I am close enough to give Pierre an affectionate kiss square
on the lips.

The kiss is short but sweet, and I love every second of it. Mum quickly
turns her head in disgust, but I couldn't care less because I need Pierre
more than I need her. François and Sarah just tilt their heads enough to
give us a little privacy. They aren't disgusted by it at all. They just
feel that it is supposed to be a private moment between Pierre and me.

I rub the tears from my eyes and try to sit up. It doesn't work because
Pierre still has a firm hold on me. Unwillingly he lets me go and we both
sit up. I'm feeling a lot better now, especially after what Pierre has said
to me. The kiss just helps to improve my mood a lot quicker than
normal. But all of a sudden I'm feeling really drained and exceptionally
tired because everything that has happened has taken its toll on my already
jet lagged body.

"Is there anything else or can we go to bed now?" I ask in a drained
voice. I am really surprised at how quickly the fatigue has set in because
half an hour ago I was still beaming with energy, and thought that nothing
could stop me. Now I'm not only still an emotional wreck but completely
shattered as well. Pierre has done a lot to help on the emotional aspect
but it really has taken an immense toll on me.

"One last thing. I really don't think it is going to be an issue but I will
say it anyway. Sex is supposed to be special, so try not to overdo it."
François tells us warmly. He knows we are too much in love with each
other for it to be an issue but figures he should tell us anyway, although
he is sort of expecting us to probably play around a little given what we
now know.

"We won't, anyway it's still a little scary." I reply. I am really feeling
tired and it feels like someone has suddenly put lead weights in my
eyelids, because I'm really having trouble keeping them open. Pierre sees
how tired I'm looking, gets off the bed and pulls me up. He then starts to
walk me towards the door. My legs are feeling quite unsteady underneath me
as they are suffering from the effects of fatigue, and are threatening to
collapse with every step I take.

"Pierre before you go, can you give your key to your uncle, because he
might as well stay here tonight. And yes that does mean I am allowing you
to sleep with Josh." Mum says unenthusiastically. What is of the most
concern to her is that she is worried that we might play around with each
other, especially after the conversation we have just had. The thought
sends a chill down her spine, and she starts to reconsider whether she
should allow us to sleep together.

Pierre and I smile at each other hearing that. My smile is feeble but it is
all that I can manage. Pierre pulls his room key from his pocket and lobs
it over to his uncle. He then opens the door, after unlocking it first and
we make a hasty retreat towards our room. We need to get out of there
before mum changes her mind which I know will be inevitable if we hang
around too long. She is just that sort of person.

Fortunately Callum has thought about us, well mainly about me, and left the
room unlocked. Pierre quietly turns the handle and opens the door. We
hobble into the room and Pierre silently closes the door behind us. I make
my way unsteadily over to my bed and slump onto it. My eyelids feel like
blocks of concrete and I can no longer keep them open. I blink and that is
it, I'm out cold for the night.

I'm feeling all warm and tingly, and I'm sure I feel something jutting into
me. The room is just too bright to keep my eyes open for more than
milliseconds at a time. Sluggishly my eyes open and adjust to the
light. I'm surprised to find myself in bed and under the covers. The bed
I'm in also feels dry which I'm glad about because I know I'm not wearing a
diaper. I'm getting this strong loving feeling surging through my body, as
I realise I being snuggled into.

The wavy light brown hair that I see just outside the covers is telling me
that it is Pierre. I rub my eyes and pinch myself to make sure that it
isn't just a cruel dream. It isn't which means we are in France like I
thought. It still just seems to be too good to be true. I roll over so that
I can embrace Pierre better and make sure he is real.

As I roll the stabbing sensation I have been feeling disappears. I lift the
covers to find the root cause of it, and find that we are both naked and
sporting proud morning stiffies. I'm a little shocked to see that I have no
clothes on because I know I had some on before I came to bed last night.

I pull the covers back enough so I can get a better look at Pierre's boy
bits. He has got a tiny bit bigger since I have last seen him. I slide my
hand slowly down his chest towards his little package. I gently caress his
little stiffie, enjoying the way it feels in my hand. I wonder to myself as
to how something can be so rigid and yet so soft at the same time. I toy
with his long foreskin, just rolling it around in my fingers. It feels so
cool and velvety soft. For some strange reason my breathing becomes
hampered and my heart starts to pound, while I play with my boyfriend's
little dickie while he is sleeping.

Leisurely and with loving tenderness I roll back his long tight foreskin
exposing his glossy reddish brown glans. His glans fascinates me with how
much wider it flares out from its shaft. Using two fingers I massage his
moist looking acorn shaped head. Pierre gasps subconsciously at my
ministrations and his body trembles. I then give his glans a little squeeze
taking note how spongy it feels in between my fingers. My body suddenly
shudders involuntarily at the naughtiness of the situation.

I release his glans and make my way down to his saggy brown nut sack. It
feels so silky smooth as I brush my hand over it. I then start to give his
ball bag a little tickle and watch as it shrivels up a little right in
front of my eyes. I ever so gently rolled his little olive sized balls
around in my fingers. They feel a little bigger than my own, but I'm not
worried about that. He has a bigger dick all-round than I have, but I know
mine will grow one day.

I drop his balls from my hands and gently brush my hand along the 2 ¼
inches of his hard boy meat. I clasp my hand around his little boner,
feeling it throb from my tender contact. His foreskin has rolled back up to
cover his glans, so again I pull back the foreskin to expose his glossy
acorn shaped head, before pulling it back up to cover it again. Pierre
starts to squirm around. He gasps again, but this time he also starts to
wake.

I continued to slowly stroke his hard member as Pierre wakes. He is
sweating profusely already as my manipulation produces wonderful feelings
in his small frame. His body gives an involuntary quiver as a jolt of
intense pleasure radiates from his dick and up through his sleek
body. Pierre clasps my hand with his hands, to stop what I am doing. I feel
disappointed. I know that I am not going to be able to play with my newly
discovered toy forever, but I had been hoping to fool around a little
longer than that.

I hear a loud yawn coming from the other side of the room. It is Callum,
who I have totally forgotten about. He is now stretching as he tries to
wake up from his deep slumber. I know why Pierre stopped me now, because he
couldn't let Callum see me playing with his little dickie. Callum is just
starting to open his eyes so I think that I had better let go of Pierre's
throbbing hardness. I pull my hand from Pierre's dick and reposition myself
properly on the bed.

Pierre has a glow about him this morning as he stares into my eyes. Even
his hazel coloured eyes seem to be different to when I first gazed into
them yesterday. They look like they are sparking, full of life and love. I
give him a little smooch on the lips, and wrap my arms around him.

I get startled by a loud thud on the other side of the room, and break the
kiss in fright and look around to see what is happening. Callum has leapt
out of bed and is scurrying through to the bathroom with a great deal of
urgency.

Unlike Pierre and me as we are naked, Callum has on some blue long length
pyjamas which have Scooby Doo pictures on them. He rushes into the bathroom
and goes straight to the toilet. From where we are lying on our bed we can
see right into the bathroom, as we watch my little brother drops his pyjama
bottoms to give him easy access to his dick. He has his back to us so all
we can see is the bottom of his pale white globes, which are exposed under
the tail of his pyjama top, and the backs of his smooth tanned legs.

We hear a loud splash as a surge of pee hits the water at the bottom of the
toilet bowl. The stream of pee cascading from Callum's dick into the water
seems to last forever, and is having an effect on Pierre and me as we both
feel the pressure on our ballooning bladders intensifying. As Callum's
stream diminishes back to little more than I trickle, I feel my floodgates
threatening to spill. I untangled myself from Pierre and leap out of bed,
running towards the toilet.

Callum is shaking off any remaining traces of pee from his dick as I barge
in and stand beside him. My dick is still hard as a rock so I have to push
down on it and push out my butt in order to get it aiming right. I have
only just got into position as the dams burst and a torrent of clear pee
with a slightly yellow tinge erupts of my pee slit into the toilet. I let
out a huge sigh of relieve, as I feel instant respite from the pressure on
my bloated bladder.

Callum just stares as I start to pee, clearly impressed to see me with a
stiffie again. His show doesn't last long, as Pierre puts his hands on my
little brothers shoulders and moves him out of the way. Pierre makes sure
to move him very carefully so that Callum doesn't trip on his pyjama
bottoms which are still down around his ankles. Pierre then pries his way
in beside me. Pierre being an expert at dealing with his morning wood
quickly has his foreskin peeled back, and his hard member aiming into the
toilet bowl.

I stare at my boyfriend's little toy as it swells up before the pressure
suddenly discharges through his pee slit in a swollen river of clear
piss. The swelling in my dick has alleviated somewhat and my dick is a lot
easier to manage, as I try to keep my pee going in the toilet. The initial
torrent has also diminished and is now a steady stream, as I chase Pierre's
thin jet of pee around the bowl. Pierre is still having problems with his
aim, as his stiffie hasn't let up at all. It is still as hard as steel.

With my bladder now drained and the last of my pee dribbling out the pee
slit, I start to shake off my now limp 1 ½ dickie. Pierre's stream is
still going strong and I take my time clearing the remaining drops just so
I can continue to ogle my sexy boyfriend. His dick still hasn't deflated in
the slightest, making me wonder as to whether I have played with it for a
little long in bed. I pull my foreskin back into place, covering my glans
as Pierre's stream finally dwindles to a trickle.

I hear a sudden hiss of water behind me, and look around to see Callum
completely naked adjusting the shower temperature. It is time to get out
and leave my little brother in peace to take his shower. Pierre has just
shaken off any remaining drops and pulls his foreskin back over his bulbous
acorn. I really must have worked him up because even after his piss
Pierre's dick is still hard as a rock.

I flush the toilet and leave the bathroom and Pierre follows, closing the
door behind him. We hear a click as Callum decides to lock the door. I take
hold of Pierre and pull him towards me. I know we have a good five minutes
of alone time, while Callum is taking a shower so I plan to make good use
of the time. Fervently I kiss my lover while pushing him back towards our
bed. Pierre instinctively slips his tongue into my mouth and fanatically
kisses me back.

We reach the bed and collapse onto it. I'm on top of Pierre with my hands
on his cheeks as I frenetically continue to kiss him. Pierre has his hands
wrapped around me and is giving me a nice sensual back rub at the same
time. I can feel Pierre's rock hard member twitching like crazy in its
confines trapped between our sweaty naked bodies. I get wafts of Pierre's
sweet boy scent teasing my nostrils, and he just tastes so scrumptious that
I need to taste more of him.

I stop kissing his mouth, and start to nuzzle into his neck wildly kissing
it, while savouring his delectable smell. The saltiness of his sweat mixed
up with the taste of his skin is mouth-watering and I want more. I slide
easily down his sweaty silky frame, and start to kiss his chest.

The reddish brown nipples on either side of where I'm kissing have caught
my eye, and I make my way towards his left one first. Enthusiastically I
kiss it, and then try to suckle on it which causes his nipple to harden
up. His taste is so yummy I just can't seem to get enough. I can feel
Pierre's little hard dick still twitching around wildly under my sweaty
naked frame.

I give Pierre's right nipple the same attention as I did with his left one,
before moving down to his bellybutton. He has an innie bellybutton just
like me, and I stick my tongue into it, and lick around the insides. Pierre
is writhing around from the torture and intense feelings of pleasure that
I'm giving him. He breathing has become erratic as he is getting close to
that explosion of pleasure. What's it called? Orgasm, or something like
that. My mind is in too much of a haze to really remember what we got
taught yesterday.

I slide down further so that I'm now off the end of the bed. Pierre has his
legs dangling off the bed so my ultimate prize is right in front of me. I
lay my head on his hip and just stare at it, watching intently as it pulses
up and down in time with his heartbeat. I can't help but to lick my lips as
I ogle his rock hard little dickie. It just looks so scrummy. His beautiful
boy scent is floating up from his body and filling my nostrils. I just want
to lay here and savour the different sensual flavours and smells forever,
but I know Callum won't be too long in the shower so if I want to taste
Pierre's hard boy dick, then I will have to do it soon.

Pierre's breathing has settled down again. I have been too busy ogling his
dick to keep up the torture. He is still sweating like a pig, but isn't
squirming around as much. I grab a hold of his throbbing piece of meat and
pull back his long tight foreskin to expose his glossy reddish brown
glans. Still with my head lying beside his dick I stick out my tongue and
pull his member towards me. It looks like an ice-cream so I lick it like
one. I think that it tastes a lot better than an ice cream, as I continue
to lick around the bulbous acorn shaped head.

Pierre's breathing becomes laboured as the overwhelming pleasure is too
much to allow him to breathe properly. His eyes clamp shut as I lick his
extremely sensitive glans. His body is trashing about from the intensity of
my stimulations making it hard for me to keep a grip on his dick. I stop
licking his glans and roll over so that I can take the whole thing in my
mouth. Kneeling on the ground between his legs I lower my head over his
pulsating just over 2 ¼ inch hardness of pure delectable boy meat.

I close my mouth on his dick, ensuring my teeth are nowhere near his
boyhood, and start to lick it and savour his taste. Pierre's breathing
almost stops completely as I envelop his hard member. His body also goes
taut. I slowly slide my mouth up his length towards the tip, slithering my
tongue along the underside of his shaft along the way. I clamp hard with my
lips as I go back down his length pulling his foreskin along with me. Once
my nose became buried in his bald pubic mound I reach up with my right hand
and firmly hold the base of his dick, to ensure the foreskin stays
retracted.

I start to bob my head up and down his tiny shaft, slithering my tongue
along the underside of his length each time. I make sure to give his glans
a good polish with my tongue each time I get to it. Pierre has pretty much
stopped breathing, and his body is as rigid as a piece of steel. I continue
with the special treatment I'm giving his dick. I just can't get enough of
the taste, and with his wonderful boy smell wafting up my nostrils, I'm
experiencing a sensory overload.

Pierre starts to shakily thrust his dick into my mouth, but after a couple
of drives he pushes into me as far as he can. His butt lifts clear off the
bed, and his body tenses. I can feel his frame shiver uncontrollably as the
pleasure explodes from his dick. His ball sack shrivels up a bit as his
balls contracted up towards his warm sweaty body. His body is literally
pouring out the sweat, especially around his forehead which has his light
brown hair matted to it. His breathing stops completely, and he tries to
scream in pleasure but not a sound comes out. It all has been too intense
for him to be able to make a sound or to be able to breathe. I stop sucking
and hold perfectly still on his spastically pulsating dick. I'm not sure
why but I feel that it is the right thing to do.

Pierre stays like that for what seems like an eternity. I'm starting to
wonder if he will ever breathe again. Finally he crashes back onto the bed
with a thud, and gasps a huge gulp of air into his lungs. He lies there
completely still panting for air, as his now shrivelled up little dick
slips from my mouth. I suddenly hear the lock on the bathroom door click so
hurriedly pull myself onto the bed and snuggle up with Pierre. He looks
like an angel with his eyes firmly closed, but his whole face looks
lustrous. His breathing has finally settled back to a normal rhythm.

Callum comes through the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his
waist. His skin has a gleaming pink look to it after his nice refreshing
shower. His normally spiky golden blonde hair is matted flat to his head as
it is still soaking wet. He glances over our way but just thinks Pierre
needs some more rest, so goes over to his bag to find a change of
clothes. Pierre starts to open his eyes again just as Callum drops his
towel. He decides to tease my little brother a bit and gives him a wolf
whistle, which causes Callum to blush profusely. I am impressed though,
because Callum makes no attempt to cover his cute little ¾ of an inch
dick even after Pierre whistled at him.

Callum surprises us even further when he makes a deliberate show by
swinging his hips around causing his tiny dick to swing around in
circles. Pierre and I giggle at the show. Callum quickly has had enough of
flashing his tiny dick at us, and pulls on some yellow Spiderman briefs to
conceal his package. With the bathroom now free again and Callum getting
changed, I think that we should probably take a shower to wash away all the
sweat and grime from our bodies.

I release my hold on Pierre and roll over. I sit up, turn around and dangle
my legs over the edge of the bed. The sunlight peeping in the window
sparkles on the almost translucent little boy hairs on my legs. I hoist my
light frame off the bed, and wander around to the end of it. I take hold of
Pierre's hands and pull him up and off the bed to a standing position. His
legs buckle under his weight instantly, and I have to catch him to stop him
from collapsing to the floor.

Pierre's experience before has really left his body in a weak state, as it
is still trying to recover from the ordeal. Thankfully Callum has his back
to us now so can't see the condition Pierre is in. I pull Pierre's left arm
around my shoulder and neck to support his weight for him, and then I walk
him through to the bathroom and close the door.

I sit Pierre down on the toilet as I start the shower running and adjust
the temperature. Once satisfied that I have the shower just right, I head
back to Pierre and pull him up before guiding him into the shower. As we
stand under the cascading water in the shower I notice Pierre still shaking
at the knees, but he can at least support his weight on his own again. I
quickly leave the shower and fumble around with the selection of soaps
until I find one that sounds good. It is strawberry scented so I figure it
should make us smell even more delicious. I pick up the soap and rip off
the packaging before returning to the warm torrent of water of the shower.

Pierre instantly seizes the soap from me and proceeds to lather up my sleek
wet iridescent frame. He takes his sweet time to soap up my torso, toying
with my little pink nipples and causing them to get stiff. The gentle
sensual caressing his hands are doing to my chest is sending strong signals
further down my body. I feel a now familiar tingling feeling in my crotch,
and look down to see it slowly inflate and the foreskin retract. My now
exposed cherry red glans is glistening from the shower water flowing
gracefully over it.

Pierre teasingly soaps down my chest. He gives my innie bellybutton a good
going over with a soaped up finger, causing me to gasp from the thrill of
it. Pierre then puts the soap in the soap holder and passionately kisses
me. Before I can slip my tongue into his mouth he is gone.

My left nipple is now being suckled on, sending an involuntary shiver
through my body. Again I gasp from the intensity of the feelings and my
dick throbs in anticipation. He does the same on my right nipple and gets
the same responses from me. My heart seems to be racing and pounding
heavily in my chest as the sensations surge through my body like a shot of
adrenalin. As hard as I try I just can't keep my eyes open any more, as the
amount of passionate feelings I'm experiencing are too strong.

Pierre moves from my nipples down to my bellybutton, which he promptly
sticks his tongue into. It is such a weird but cool feeling as Pierre licks
the inside of my bellybutton. My mouth releases a gentle moan of pleasure
before I can try to stop it. My body quivers in excitement again, causing
my dick to throb even more. I know that I'm pissing out the seat but it
gets washed straight off me by the cascading shower water, and flushes down
the drain. My legs are starting to shake as my breathing becomes laboured
reducing the flow of oxygen to my body. I'm really turned on, and can't
wait to see what it feels like to have Pierre's mouth around my dick.

Pierre withdraws his tongue from the depths of my bellybutton and lifts his
head away from my body. I try to open my eyes to see what's going on, but I
don't get time as I feel a course wetness slide over my smooth ball bag. I
feel my sack shrivel up like it does when it's cold. My little marble sized
balls are then encased in a warm moist enclosure. I can feel that same
course wet thing massaging my balls as they are shrouded in this mystery
place. My mind is now too fuzzy to click as to what is happening. The
pleasure that I'm getting from it is so extreme that I feel like I'm about
to burst.

My whole body is trembling uncontrollably, and I can feel my rock hard
little dick throbbing like crazy. I'm struggling to keep myself upright, so
I slumped my back against the wall to help support my weight. I can hardly
breathe as the intense feelings have taken the wind out of me. My heart is
still pounding away inside my chest like a jackhammer trying to break apart
concrete. It is all too surreal, as the feelings are so much more
pleasurable than yesterday.

My balls are released from their warm wet confines, and I can feel them
shrivel up further from the instant coolness compared to where they have
been. I feel the course wet object slither up the length of my shaft. It
then slides around my extremely sensitive glans, causing my legs to buckle
and I do all I can to try and keep myself upright. Pierre must have sensed
that I'm at the peak, as I feel my whole 2 inch long dick get shrouded by
the same warm moistness that my balls have just been in.

As Pierre slides his clenched shut mouth along the short length of my
tremendously hard dick, I feel the pinnacle arrive. I instinctively thrust
my dick as far into Pierre's mouth as possible, as I feel my balls contract
up towards the warmth of my body. They contract so much that they are
neatly nestled hard up against the base of my dick. I take a huge deep
breath in and hold it. My body quivers and shakes like it is experiencing a
huge earthquake. My body goes all rigid and taut, so I can't move a muscle.

I grunt, expelling the air from my lungs but not resulting in any sound, as
I feel an explosion of tremendously intense pleasure rip through my body
starting from my dick. My hard little prick seems to get even harder and it
feels like it inflates further, before it goes completely spastic,
pulsating away like crazy in Pierre's mouth. My mind goes completely
blank. All I can do is enjoy the wickedly strong sensations, as they
encompass my whole entire body. Pierre drops my dick from his mouth as a
result of the way it twitches uncontrollably in his mouth.

The feelings slowly subside and I slide down the wall ending up in a
crumpled heap on the shower floor. Pierre does his best to get me in a
sitting position before he sits beside me and gently hugs me. I start
panting for air trying desperately to fill my lungs again. It feels like I
have held my breath for an eternity. My mind starts to see things more
clearly, but I still can't open my eyes. I feel totally drained, but at the
same time refreshed and full of life. My body starts to recover as it's no
longer trembling like crazy, instead it's settled down to the occasional
involuntary shiver.

"What happened to him, and why were you eating his dickie?" Callum
inquires, sending my mind in a spin, and causing Pierre to jump. We didn't
even hear him come in, and we also just realise that we have also left the
door to the shower cubicle wide open.

"H... how... how long have you been there?" Pierre stammers. My mind is all
over the place at the moment so it isn't going to help me with the current
situation. I have to rely entirely on Pierre to deal with Callum because
I'm going to be no use.

"I came in to brush my teeth because you didn't lock the door after you, so
I thought it would be fine. I saw you put his dick in your mouth, and then
Josh collapsed. I felt really scared, until his dick fell out and I could
see it was all still there." Callum replies still in a bit of shock at what
he has just witnessed. A red faced Pierre now has to come up with a way to
deal with what Callum has just seen.

"Shit... um... this is a bit hard to explain. Um... well we just found out
how good we can feel if we play with our dicks... and well this
is... um... a way... um... that two boys can play with one another." Pierre
replies becoming even redder faced in the process. Callum just looks
completely confused.

"Look Callum we will show you what he means tonight." I say in a hoarse
squeaky voice. I have recovered enough to comprehend what has happened and
be able to speak again. I'm just trying to bail Pierre out. Callum just
nods in agreement. Although he is not really sure about what he is even
agreeing to.

"One more thing, please don't tell anyone what you just saw." Pierre says
as Callum is heading back out of the bathroom. Callum never replies because
he is still in too much shock, but I know that he won't tell anyone.

Pierre releases me from his embrace and stands up. He gives himself a
thorough clean and just allows me to recover from the mind shattering
orgasm that I have just experienced. Once he has finished cleaning himself,
he reaches down and grabs my hand then hoists me back up. I stand there
wearily on my feet half expecting them to crumble up on me at any given
moment, but somehow they stay strong. Pierre starts to lather me from where
he finished, before he decided he had better things to do. He tenderly
lathers up my little dickie, which is still feeling hypersensitive and a
little tender.

Once clean and rinsed off Pierre shuts off the shower and we get out. We
step straight into a pool of water on the floor from where it has seeped
out of the cubicle, due to us leaving the door wide open. Pierre rubs me
down with a towel getting me as dry as possible, and then dries himself
off, before using his towel to clean up the puddle on the floor.

We wander back into the bedroom. I more or less stagger as my legs still
refuse to cooperate with me properly. Callum is sitting on his bed with the
TV going, but he isn't really watching it. His eyes are wide open but look
glazed over. He is still in shock from having walked in on us. I'm starting
to get a little worried, as mum will instantly question us as to why he is
acting this way. I really don't want that to happen as I know that I won't
be able to come up with a good excuse. I have to bring Callum back to earth
and get him acting normally again.

I sneak up behind him and reach to the sides of his chest and tickle
him. His reaction is instant, as he tries desperately to squirm from my
grasp all while he is in fits of laughter. Callum manages to escape my
grasp and get off the bed, trying to keep as far away from me as
possible. He walks backwards straight into Pierre who grabs both Callum's
arms and holds them behind the little boys back, leaving his front half
completely exposed to the mercy of me.

I lifted up the front of Callum's yellow tee shirt and blow raspberries on
his tummy. He is writhing around trying to break free from Pierre's grip
whist laughing his head off. He manages to wriggle his arms free from
Pierre's grasp and runs. I tackle him sending us both falling to the floor,
and start to tickle his underarms. Callum is laughing uncontrollably and
twisting around frantically trying to get free. Pierre then sits on
Callum's bum and starts to tickle the side of his midsection.

Callum is in tears from laughing so hard, which is making it really hard
for him to breath. Every now and then he takes a deep breath in through his
nose, and produces a loud snorting noise. Pierre and I are in hysterics,
and every time Callum makes a snorting noise we somehow laugh even
harder. We both fall off Callum having to hold our sides as we get the
stich from laughing so hard. Tears are streaming from our eyes meaning we
can't see what Callum is up to.

Callum jumps on me, narrowly missing my balls with his knee. He tries to
tickle me but the result isn't what he expects. I'm not really ticklish so
Callum is really wasting his time. He tries tickling my sides, my underarms
and my feet, but gets no real response from any of those places. He feels
disappointed at not being able to tickle me, but sees one other spot that
he thinks he should try.

He grabs hold of my dick, which has boned up again as a result of the
contact from our horseplay. He then starts to tickle my cherry red glans
which is exposed for the entire world to see, as a result of my foreskin
retracting because of my stiffie. It doesn't cause me to laugh, but my
glans is still hypersensitive from the work out a few moments ago. I squirm
and thrash about from Callum's torture. It is too intense so I clamp down
hard on his hands to get him to stop.

"I surrender, you win." I pant, still holding his hands firmly against me
so he can't move them. I just hold them there as I catch my breath and
regain my composure.

Callum looks a little dejected at how easily I give up, but as hard as he
tries his can't move his hands. He even tries rolling off me so that he can
try to pull his hands from my grasp but I hold firm. I'm not quite prepared
to let him go just yet, as I need him to calm down again. I know that if I
let him go that he will just try and have another go. My sensitive dick
can't handle anymore. If he did the same thing again it will likely
irritate my sensitive dickie making me uncomfortable. The sensations are
just too unbearable. He quickly gives up fighting and waits till I am
ready, so I think it safe enough now and release his hands. I quickly cover
up my stiffie with my hands just encase, but he doesn't have another crack
at me.

"Joshy, can you show me now why Pierre had your stiffie in his mouth?"
Callum asks awkwardly. I feel my face flush red, and take a long hard look
at Pierre who is sitting naked on our bed watching us. His embarrassment is
as plain to see as mine is. I sigh as I know Callum isn't going to let it
slide.

I'm really not sure how to go about this. I feel that I might upset and
confuse him by playing with him in that way. I'm going to upset him
regardless, because if I don't show him then I'll just offend him. I really
am caught between a rock and a hard place. I really wish that I had locked
the bloody bathroom door now. Pierre looks at me also pondering how we are
going to do this. I sit up, still trying to decide what to do. I get to my
feet and sit beside Pierre on the bed. We both sigh knowing we have no
choice.

"Alright, first you will have to take off your clothes. Then lay on our bed
between us." I say, and release another huge sigh. Callum without a second
thought drops his pale blue board shorts to the ground, and then pulls down
his yellow Spiderman briefs and steps out of both while pulling his yellow
tee shirt up and over his head. He throws his shirt on the ground where his
pants are, and leaps onto the bed. He wiggles himself further towards the
end of the bed and roll over onto his back.

His cute little 1 ¼ dick is already standing at full attention straight
out from his body. His glistening pink glans are protruding from the end of
his foreskin and glowing in the sunlight pouring in through the window. His
tiny ball bag is snuggling tight against the base of his prick. His two
little pea sized balls are still contained in his sack, as they haven't
disappeared up into his body. Well not yet anyway.

"I'll do it, you just hold him still as with how small he is it's going to
be hard to keep a grip on it." Pierre whispers in my ear. He doesn't want
to upset Callum by making him think that he is too small, so he makes sure
that his voice is only just audible to me. I just nod my head. I'm glad he
is going to be the one who plays with my brother's dick, but I'm still
feeling a bit guilty about it. I know that it's because I know I'm the one
who is going to restrain him.

Hesitantly Pierre reaches out and clasps Callum's tiny dick with his index
finger and his thumb. He then starts to slowly stroke him, moving his
foreskin backwards and forwards over the sensitive glans. Callum reacts
almost instantly to the ministrations, as he pants for breath. I can
already see that my job is going to be exceedingly difficult as Callum is
already squirming around worse than a frightened snake. I find it harder by
the fact that Callum wants to watch what Pierre is doing to him, so I have
to try and keep him still without blocking his view. Mission impossible I
can tell you.

Pierre continues with his slow and gentle manipulation on my little
brother's dickie. Callum's face has no real expression at all. He is so
relaxed and just enjoying the new feelings that he is experiencing. His
body is already starting to gush out the sweat, which along with the way
Callum is squirming around it is making it really hard for Pierre to
maintain a grip on his dickie. Callum lets out a long gentle moan as the
pleasure starts to intensify in his small frame.

Pierre takes that as a queue, and gradually starts to increase the
tempo. Callum can no longer keep his eyes open, so I know what I have to
do. I straddle my little brother and use my weight to try and hold him in
place. Pierre is also resorting to sitting on Callum's legs to hold him
still. Callum's body still tries its hardest to buck us off as it takes on
a mind of its own. His body is saturated from sweat making it harder for me
to stay on his chest. His breathing has also become erratic telling us he
is getting close.

Pierre decides that it's time to get this over and done with really starts
to pummel on my little brothers dickie. Callum's breathing quickly becomes
even more laboured as his pleasure rating increases dramatically. I can see
a look of complete rapture spread across Callum's cute little face. His
body sends out an involuntary shiver telling us that he is really
close. His eyes are clamped shut so hard that it's causing lots of creases
at the side of his eyes.

Pierre now starts to rub a finger along Callum's sensitive pink glans, at
the same time his is continuing to pound on the tiny sausage. The new
sensations quickly overwhelm my immature little brother. He takes a deep
breath of air, before releasing it in a long silent moan. His body goes
tense, and yet he still manages to lift his butt clear off the bed with me
still on top of him. Callum's balls do their disappearing act as they
contract into his warm sweaty body. Pierre can no longer keep hold of
Callum's dick, as it pulsates furiously. Callum's whole body quivers in
ecstasy.

He stays like that for a good few seconds before he comes crashing back
onto the bed, gasping for air. His hard little dick is still twitching away
like crazy. I hop off him and sit back on the side of the bed. Pierre also
climbs off Callum's legs and sits beside me. We both looked over my little
brother as he tries to recover from his first orgasm. I just can't believe
the little shit has had one at a younger age than I have, but that's what
happens when you walk in on your older brother I suppose.

After about ten minutes I start to worry about Callum, as he hasn't moved
at all since he collapsed back on the bed. I shake him gently to see if he
will respond. He does, as he subconsciously swats my hand away like it's an
annoying fly or something. He's fallen asleep. I shake him a little more
rigorously this time to wake him up.

Slowly he opens his eyes, but they have a really faraway look to them. His
face is glowing with a huge smile spread across it. He just continues to
lie there as relaxed as anything. Seeing that he is fine, aside from the
vacant look in his eyes, I get up off the bed. Pierre stands too, and we
both go off in search of clothes.

"Come on Callum, time to get changed again." I tell my doped up brother. He
just releases a huge sigh, and tries to sit up. With the way his arms are
wobbling as he hoists himself up to a sitting position, I don't think he
stands a chance a being able to stand just yet.

A dazed and confused Callum looks down at his still hard little dickie. He
isn't sure what has just happened but liked it immensely. He just can't
understand how such a little piece of skin can create such a huge amount of
pleasure. A little tentatively he reaches down and lightly touches the
protruding pink glans on his dickie. His whole body quivers in pleasure,
but his dick is feeling far too sensitive to keep touching so pulls his
hand quickly away as if in fright.

"Wow what was that?" Callum says in a raspy but squeaky voice. The arm that
is still holding him up, folds up underneath him and he collapses back on
the bed. I cover my mouth in order to stifle a laugh because I really don't
want to humiliate my little brother.

"That feeling is why Pierre had my dick in his mouth." I reply to Callum. I
really don't want to go into any real detail with him, just encase he
accidently says something within earshot of mum. Callum is still too dazed
from the whole experience to notice that I haven't really answered his
question. With him still lying on the bed I can see him just shrug his
shoulders in a manner telling me that he really isn't too concerned,
because he really is still floating high above the world.

Now changed into some blue board shorts with white crisscross pattern on
it, and a yellow printed tee shirt, I wander over to Callum. I pull my
spaced-out little brother back up to a sitting position. I'm really
wondering as to whether we made the right decision in showing him, before
we go out for the day. I have never seen Callum so dopey before, and he is
really starting to worry me, as he doesn't seem to be recovering very
quickly at all.

I manage to get Callum sitting unassisted, so pick up his shirt from where
he dumped it on the floor and pull it on him. I lie him back down on the
bed and pick up his undies. I somehow manage to pull his undies up his
smooth hairless legs up to his crotch, covering his little stiffie. I'm
quite impressed at how long the little bugger can keep a boner, especially
after having such an amazing experience. Finally I pull on his shorts,
having a little more problem with them than I did with his undies, but I
get them on and Callum is fully clothed again.

Pierre is also changed. Thankfully François remembered that Pierre's
clothes are in the room that he is sleeping in so had delivered some
clothes after I had fallen asleep. He has put on some khaki shorts, and a
burgundy collared shirt. He looks pretty snazzy but I would say that
regardless of what clothes he had on. His face is starting to look worried
as he sees that Callum is still all doped up.

"Do you think he is alright?" Pierre asks me in a concerned voice. I look
down on Callum. He is still glowing but looks really high. I am really
starting to worry about him, but I still think that he will come right with
time.

"Don't know. Give him a bit more time. If he doesn't snap out of it by then
we may have to scare him out of it." I reply a little jokingly. I may have
to do it yet to try to snap him back to reality, but I'm hoping he will
come right by himself. Pierre just gives me an uneasy look.

We both jump a mile as someone knocks on our door exceptionally
loudly. Callum sits bolt upright with a look of shock on his face at the
sudden disturbance. Well it turns out scaring him did sort of work. At
least I didn't have to do it. I quickly regain my senses and head to the
door and open it. It is François who is on the other side of the door.

"We were starting to wonder if you lot are going to leave your room at all
today." François says to us. He has the biggest smile on his face. I'm
not sure why he is smiling so much, maybe it's because he has had a good
night's sleep. He enters the room and closes it behind him.

"Just so you know the walls aren't soundproof." François tells us. I am
even more confused by that comment, as I can't understand why he even
mentioned it. Pierre has the same confused look on his face as he doesn't
understand what his uncle is on about. Callum hasn't quite returned to the
land of the living so hasn't comprehended what has been said so far.

"Why does that matter?" Pierre asks his uncle. François just smiles even
more, but his face goes a slight reddish colour almost like he is blushing
about something.

"I could hear Callum when you lot were in the bathroom." He
replies. Neither of us has cottoned on yet to what he is implying.

"Yeah so." I say. François shakes his head realising that we still have
no clue as to what he is talking about.

"Um... let's just say I know what you got up to this morning. I know that
you two have just discovered a new toy to play with, and that yes boys'
will play. Just make sure you keep it in private, and remember not to
overdo it." François replies. Pierre and I finally click, and our faces
instantly turned bright red. We have no idea as to what to say in reply to
him as we are far too embarrassed.

"I take it you taught Callum about it a little earlier than intended?"
François then asks us, as he looks over at a semi dazed Callum. We just
nod our heads. We both feel really ashamed now that we know we got caught
out. My gut feels really uneasy as I feel the most humiliated that I have
in ages. I really don't miss this feeling, and had hoped never to feel it
again.

"Look don't feel bad about it. I sort of figured that you might try
something after our talk last night. Just in future I would suggest you two
lock the door and keep Callum out of it. He is young and if you keep doing
things like that with him he will get confused. He will probably think it
is just something to do for fun, and not realise that it is supposed to be
something special." François lectures us. We feel a little more at ease
at knowing he had expected us to play, but the whole thing is still more
embarrassing than last night.

"We truly never meant for Callum to find out. We only taught him a way to
do it himself, as we don't intend on doing anymore with him in that
aspect." I say to François. My voice is wavering as I am trying my
hardest not to cry. Pierre has stopped trying as I can see tears rolling
from his eyes.

François realising he has inadvertently humiliated us to tears bends
down and pulls us into him, hugging us. Callum is still trying to catch up
on everything that François has said, but I think that it all goes above
his head. He never seems to cotton on to what François is on
about. Pierre and I have buried our heads into François bony shoulders
as we let our tears flow.

I know he never meant to upset us, but having only just found out what our
little dickies are good for, it is too embarrassing knowing we have been
caught. Especially seeing as it is really only our first time trying out
our new found source of pleasure. My mind is just not processing things
properly as if it had been I would have picked the fact that he isn't the
slightest bit troubled with what we had done. Well I do pick up on it, but
it takes a while.

"Look I never meant to embarrass you. All I meant is that you need to be a
bit more careful, that is all." François tells us. We both did
eventually realise that, but are just still feeling too mortified at having
been caught.

"Yeah, we know. It's just... it's embarrassing to know that you know." I
stammer and hug François tighter. Pierre now reaches an arm across to
hug me at the same time as he continues to hug his uncle. I feel instant
relief from Pierre's contact so repay the favour and reach an arm around to
hug him.

My mind slowly starts to compose itself and think straight. The warm fuzzy
feelings coursing through my body is having an anesthetizing effect and
causing me to relax. Pierre' body is visibly loosening up as he chills out
as well. I'm starting to look at François as the dad which I haven't had
for a long time. In the short time I have known him he has been so friendly
and kind to me. It is like having a dad again, but a dad who seems to love
and cherish me. That is what I love about the man so much.

Pierre releases his hug from his uncle but continues to hug me for a few
more moments. I sigh feeling Pierre let go of me too. I sigh again as I
realise that I'm going to have to release my embrace with François. His
bony body just feels so kind and reassuring, and I'm sad to let him
go. François senses my reluctance and ruffles up my long wavy golden
blonde hair. He then puts his hand under my chin and gently pulls my head
up to look at him.

"Look I love how close you have become to me, but I don't want you to think
of me as a dad. It will be too hard on the both of us when you have to
leave, if you become too attached to me." He tells me in a soothing
friendly voice.

His tone doesn't work as I feel upset again. I really want him to be a
father figure to me, as I want to know what one really feels like. My
proper dad just isn't a father. He has hurt me too much for me to ever
consider him as a dad to me ever again. François I know will be
different, and I need him to take my father's place. I start to cry knowing
that he doesn't want to be my dad.

"But... but... but I need you." I blubber to the man. François feels
guilty again at having upset me. He knows why I want him to be a dad to me,
but realises that it is going to be difficult. Especially when it comes
time for us to leave for New Zealand again, as I won't be able to see him
as easily again and that will make it harder on the both of us. Pierre
realises why I need his uncle, but he also knows that getting too close to
his uncle will have a detrimental effect on me.

"Josh, think about it properly. How are you going to feel when we move back
to New Zealand and leave my uncle here? I know you want a real dad in your
life but you have to be logical about it. I love my uncle too, and also
would like him to be my dad but I realise if I let him into my heart too
much then it will destroy me when we have to leave him behind." Pierre says
to me as he embraces me in another hug.

He is crying again as well, as he feels sorry for his uncle. It really is
hard on Pierre as François is the only family the boy has left, and we
can't bring him to New Zealand. I hug Pierre back and we both cry on each
other's shoulders. Why does this sort of thing always seem to happen to me?
I find someone who I care deeply about, and there is always something that
gets in the way. With Pierre it is mum, with François it is his
disability. Why can't this planet just take people for who they are, and
treat everyone equally?

"Look I do love the both of you, and I'm really glad you found each other
because you are so good together. I wish things could be different I really
do, but we have to be realistic that I won't be allowed to move to New
Zealand. I will try for you, but don't get your hopes up." François says
and wraps his long bony arms around us.

Callum who has finally recovered from his mind blowing experience feels
like he is missing out. He gets off the bed and comes over to us and tries
to hug all of us. François seeing Callum getting frustrated because his
arms are too short to hug us all lets my little brother slide in front of
him, so that Callum is now hugging Pierre and me while his back is snuggled
into François's chest. François then returns to hugging us all.

"So did you enjoy your little experience?" François whispers into
Callum's ear. Callum turns bright red, but nods his head in reply.

"Good. Well now that you know what to do, you can have that fun by yourself
and leave your brother and Pierre to have fun on their own." François
says to Callum in a whisper. Callum looks at him from over his shoulder. He
has a disappointed look on his face, but gives François a nod telling
him he understands and that he will leave us alone. The man gives Callum a
special hug to tell him how appreciative we are of him for that.

Pierre and I never heard the conversation as we are still lost in our own
little world. We have both regained control of our emotions but are just
enjoying hugging each other too much to part. I'm totally addicted to the
warm tingly fuzzy feelings I get from him, and he is the same way. It is
too hard to part as the hug is just the best. Callum is also still hugging
us as he doesn't want to feel left out. I hope that my brother can find
someone as special as I have because he really deserves to. He has been my
rock for so long, and even now he is still there for me if I need him.

"Right anyway you lot, I came in here originally to tell you that your mum
has got some stuff for breakfast. She wants everyone to go to her room to
eat, and then she is going to tell us what is in store for the rest of the
day. So when you are ready you better make your way to her room. Don't
worry I will come up with an excuse as to why we were in here so long."
François tells us. He then releases Callum from his hug, and turns,
opens the door and heads off to mum's room.

Pierre and I feel instantly relieved knowing that François is going to
come up with an excuse for us taking so long. I still don't want to let
Pierre go, and Pierre also isn't in a hurry to release me either. Callum on
the other hand releases us from his embrace and races off after
François. I decide with Callum gone to give Pierre a tender kiss on the
lips. It was supposed to only be a quick peck, but I get a little carried
away as the tingly passionate feelings flowing between our lips feels too
gratifying to want to part from it.

Pierre has a bit more sense and realises we can't stay like this forever so
slowly pulls his lips from mine. I swear that I can see arcing and sparks
flying as our lips separate. I feel a little disappointed at having to
break off the kiss, but realise that Pierre is right and we had better
go. Also I know that we will get plenty more time for that later. We
reluctantly release each other from our hug and head towards the
door. Pierre feeling cold and lonely without me in contact with him takes a
hold of my hand as we exit our room, closing the door behind us.

We casually stroll hand in hand down the hall to mum's bedroom. Her door is
wide open so we walk straight in. Mum gives us an objecting look as we
enter her room still holding hands. Pierre and I sort of ignore her and
wander over to where Callum and François are sitting on mum's bed and
take a seat beside them. I can see Sarah stifling a giggle at seeing us
blatantly ignoring mum's disapproving look and continuing as normal.

Mum doesn't say anything to us, mainly because she knows that she won't get
any backup from anyone. Instead she reaches down beside the armchair that
she is sitting on, and pulls up a large plastic bag. From the bag she pulls
out six smaller brown paper bags and hands one to everyone. She has bought
us a filled croissant and a pain au chocolat each. Mum has got as close as
she could to a traditional French breakfast given the lack of amenities in
the room. She would have preferred to get a baguette instead of the
croissants but she doesn't have anywhere in the room to cut and prepare it.

Breakfast is good and I quickly wolf it all down. In fact I am the slowest
to eat mine as everyone else finished theirs while I still have half of my
pain au chocolat to go. I screw up the paper bag and gather up everyone
else's before finding a rubbish bin and discarding them in it. Then I hop
back on the bed beside Pierre and take his hand again. Mum tries her
hardest not to react but a frown still spreads across her face as she
loathes the way me and Pierre show our love for each other in front of
her. I would hate to see her face if she ever caught us making out.

Mum then gives us the plans for the day. She is going to go with
François a see the people who now own François old house to try and
negotiate a deal with them to buy the place back. While she is away doing
that Sarah is going to take us to one of the thermal springs baths in the
town. Vichy is a famous spa resort town due the mineral waters that bubble
away under the ground which the town is built on. With that mum tells us to
get ourselves ready.

We scramble like mad back to our rooms, which thankfully we haven't locked
as none of us had remembered to grab the key when we left. Callum and I
rush over to our bags. We throw out all the contents inside until we locate
our togs and towels.

Pierre goes over to the wardrobe in his room where all his clothes have
been stored, and looks through until he finds what he wants before
returning to mine and Callum's room. I give him a funny look when I see him
with some blue briefs instead of togs.

"What do you want me to wear white ones?" Pierre asks seeing my quizzical
look. He doesn't think anything of it when he grabs the briefs.

"Why would I want to see you in white ones...? Oh I see. Yeah that would be
cool! But why are you going to wear those?" I say to Pierre. It takes me a
little while to work out why he asked me if I wanted him to wear white
briefs, as I forgot that they have a tendency to be transparent once they
get wet.

"Why not? Anyway most European kids still wear either undies or speedos as
opposed to short style togs like you westerners tend to wear. I suppose we
are less self-conscious about ourselves in Europe so we don't have a
problem wearing this style of swimwear." Pierre replies. I am a little
gobsmacked to hear it as in New Zealand the only kids that wear speedo type
swimwear are those who compete in serious swim competitions.

I'm still a little sceptical about what Pierre just said so I still decide
to take my blue togs. I grab some black briefs just encase Pierre is
telling the truth and I see other kids in the same style swimwear. After
grabbing my stuff I notice mum has also packed a little red sports bag into
my travel bag. I pull it out and place it on the floor. I roll my two lots
of togs into my towel and put it in the bag. Then I grab Pierre's briefs
and roll them up in a spare towel from my bag, and put it in with
mine. Callum heard what Pierre has said about the sort of swimwear
Europeans tend to wear, but doesn't care. He still gets his bright orange
togs which have white stripes down the sides, rolls them into his towel and
hands it to me. I think he is still a little bit worried about his size,
but he is slowly getting better.

With all our stuff in the bag I zip it up. We put on some shoes and socks
as mum hadn't packed our jandals so they are all we have. I tell Callum to
find where he has put the key and to grab it. After a bit of a search he
finally locates the room key and puts it in his pocket. Now we are all
ready. I pick up our bag, and then we leave the room. I lock and close the
door behind us. We gather in the hallway outside mum's room and wait for
everyone else to emerge.

It doesn't take long before the other doors open and everyone else joins us
in the hallway. Now that everyone is ready we head to the lifts and down to
the ground floor reception. We head out the main entrance.

The weather has made a turn for the worse, and it is now a dim grey
overcast day. Thankfully it isn't raining but there is a crisp cool breeze
blowing, making me wish I had worn a jersey. We quickly dash to the van and
pile in, once mum has unlocked the doors. We all want to get out of the
chilly wind as quickly as possible.

François again directs mum through the streets of Vichy to our
destination. I'm wondering whether François has been smoking drugs when
we pull up in front of a building and are told to get out. The building we
are getting dropped off at looks nothing like I would expect a swimming
pool building to look like. It is far too grand, and looks more like a
palace than a swimming pool. We get out anyway trusting François's
better judgement.

The place looks huge. The exterior looks like it's made entirely from
marble. The ancient archways now have timber framed windows and doorways
inserted in them. It still shows the craftsmanship from the olden days with
detailed cornices, beautiful marble statues of ladies standing tall beside
the windows. Above the windows and under the eaves perch a couple of
elegantly carved angels. High up on top of the roof is a byzantine dome
decorated with its own unique carvings.

There is a huge courtyard leading to the entrance. The courtyard is paved
and the stones look very similar to the marble used to build the
magnificent structure it leads to. I am pretty sure it isn't marble, but it
looks very similar. Above the entrance is a large steel and glass awning,
shaped similar to a flower to welcome everyone in. From the distance it
looks like there are birds perched on the awning perfectly spaced, but as
you get closer you realise that it is just steel bent specially to create
the optical illusion.

We sprint from the van to the entrance so that we don't have to spend too
long in the frigid wind. I pull open the door and we enter. We enter the
foyer which is just as grand and spectacular as the outside. The tile
floors have intricate designs put into them. The reception desk is marble,
again it has been carved by some master craftsmen. On each side of the huge
reception desk are sets of doors. They lead off to the changing
rooms. There is a big fancy looking souvenir shop off to the left which
stocks a whole lot of boutique items, as well as lots of bottled mineral
water.

We approach the counter and Sarah asks for the passes. Thankfully the
receptionist speaks English as it saves Pierre having to translate
everything. Sarah pays and we head towards our respective changing
rooms. The place is pretty busy but I haven't been paying any attention. It
seems to be a popular place for older men and women due to the supposed
therapeutic qualities of the water, but there are also a few kids around
too.

We head towards the males changing rooms. I suppose I have been expecting
to see individual cubicle for changing in, so boy do I get a massive shock
when we open the door a get my first look at the changing room. It is
huge. The walls are the same marble as the outside. The floor on the other
hand is more a waterproof white tile as opposed to the same tiles they used
in the foyer. There are lines of white benches along the walls and in rows
down the room. I feel really uneasy realising that men are getting
unchanged in there. I run back through to the foyer.

"Sarah!" I yell seeing my sister just about to enter the women's changing
rooms. She turns and head back to me.

"Is there any chance I can use the women's changing rooms, as I feel too
uncomfortable with being around naked men?" I ask my sister, by whispering
in her ear. I'm not stupid I don't want anyone else to hear what I'm asking
my sister. Callum and Pierre have followed me back into the foyer by this
stage with a confused look on their faces.

"I'll go see if it's possible, but I don't think you will be able to."
Sarah tells me apologetically. It is a tall order to ask, but I really
don't want to take the chance of my body going into shock again, as it will
spoil the day for everyone.

Sarah wanders off towards the women's changing rooms to take a look to see
if there is any chance of me being able to use them. Seeing the confused
expression on Pierre's and Callum's faces I think that I should tell them
why I ran off. They both fully understand my concern, but I can tell that
Pierre thinks that I should just try and put up with it. I'm not so sure.

"Sorry, it's just one huge room. There are no individual changing
facilities in there. You are either going to have to try and ignore the men
changing, or you will have to sit this out. It's all up to you." Sarah
tells me. Her voice is more apologetic than it was before.

She then turns and heads off towards the women's changing room again. My
body starts trembling as I contemplate getting changed in the same room as
naked men. I am really tempted to give it a miss, but I enjoy swimming too
much. My mind is starting to spin, when I get bought back to earth by the
loving warm fuzzy feelings as Pierre takes my hand. My mind starts spinning
again but this time in a good way.

"Come on, you'll get through it as I will make sure nothing happens."
Pierre says lovingly. His sexy accent has me hooked as my floating mind and
body just follows his lead. Without even realising it I have put my full
trust and confidence in Pierre's capable hands. There is something inside
of me that tells me that my special little French boyfriend won't let me
down.

Pierre leads me still holding my hand, through to the male's changing
rooms. He holds my right hand and turns left as we go through the doors and
leads me to the corner of the room. He does this so that his body is
between me and anyone else in the room. Callum also helps to block my view
of the room by walking beside and slightly in front of Pierre.

Pierre makes me stand facing the corner of the room so that my back is to
anyone else in here. Pierre then sits on the bench seat right in the corner
hoping to focus my attention on him. Well he might have held my attention,
but he took too long to undo the laces on his shoes and pull them off along
with his socks, that my attention waned. I was not helped by someone
suddenly crashing through the doors and taking their place about ten feet
from where we are.

It is a boy about Callum's age maybe slightly younger. His dad follows him
in a few moments later, by that stage the boy has already started to
undress. The boy looks pretty cute, not too dissimilar to my brother aside
from the short black hair. He doesn't have anywhere near as good a tan as
Callum, but it has been winter here so it's to be expected. He also has
rosy red cheeks, and a little cleft in his chin. I try not to look as the
boy and his dad strip but my mind has already started to go into panic
mode. Just the thought of the man being naked not too far from me, sets me
off.

My body has also started to tremble again, and I can feel the effects of a
full-on panic attack beginning. I start to pant for breath, and I can feel
sweat trickling from my forehead, and pouring out from under my
arms. Paralysis is starting to take its hold on my body, and I can no
longer turn my head to look away. I can't even see what I'm looking at
because the whole world around me has become all hazy, but out of the haze
the image of dad starts to emerge.

I feel these warm tingling feelings start to seep into my body. They seem
to get stronger second by second. I feel loved as I slowly start to focus
again. I'm still in the changing rooms, with Pierre now giving me a warm
comforting hug. My body has regained control, and thankfully I haven't
humiliated myself as I can't feel a wet patch I my shorts. What a relief.

"Sorry, he doesn't mean to stare at you. He has had a bad childhood, and
gets severe panic attacks all the time." I can hear a high pitch voice
say. It is Callum trying to apologise for me. Pierre had been too busy
trying to comfort me to apologise for me, and Callum has totally forgotten
about the fact that we aren't still in New Zealand so spoke in
English. Thankfully the man seems to understand what my brother is trying
to say. I must have scared the man a bit by looking like I was staring at
him and his son, who are now both naked.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." I start apologising to the man and his son.

"No it's quite alright. Are you OK or do you need some help?" The man asks,
interrupting me in the process. The fact that I can talk to a man who is
standing naked in front of me indicates to me that I should be alright
now. Pierre has somehow managed to stop me from having a full on panic
attack, so I'm hoping that I might actually be cured. I suppose as long as
Pierre is with me I am cured, but god only knows what will happen if Pierre
isn't with me.

"No, I think I'm going to be fine." I reply to the man. He gives me a smile
and then opens his bag in search of their swimwear.

I start to turn back around when something catches my eye. In-between the
boy's legs hangs a really long appendage. Well big for his age anyway, but
then again it's not much shorter than his dad's. The boy's dad is about 4
inches long, but it is really thick. I think I can tape together three of
my size dicks, and it still wouldn't be anywhere near as thick as the
man's. The other thing I have noticed about the man's dick is that it isn't
particularly hairy, unlike some of the other men I have been misfortunate
enough to see.

His son has 3 ½ inches of long thin boy sausage, hanging between his
legs. It looks totally out of place on a nine year old. But the boy's dick
is still really thin. It wouldn't be any thicker than Callum's which makes
it look even more out of place. It looks like this long pencil thin dick
swaying between his legs. His foreskin barely covers his glans, and it
almost looks like there is a bit of scarring on his shaft. His balls are
still small like they should be for a boy of his age. They are about the
size of a small marble, so slightly bigger than Callum's, but his sack is
still tight against the underside of his elongated dick. The problem is
that Callum has also noticed the size of this boy, and I can tell he is
starting to feel self-conscious again.

Pierre snaps me out of ogling the young boy by releasing me from his
embrace and whipping down my shorts before I have the chance to object. As
I hadn't put on any undies this morning Pierre has left me completely
exposed to the boy with the huge dick. For the first time in as long as I
can remember, I am starting to feel a bit self-conscious too. Pierre then
pulls off my shirt leaving me standing there completely naked.

Thankfully the boy and his dad are too busy putting on their swimsuits to
notice me standing there naked. I can see that Pierre must have been
telling the truth earlier as both the man and the boy pull on speedo style
swimwear. I look back at Pierre and he is in my favourite state of dress,
naked. I just gaze longingly over his sexy frame.  He takes the bag off me,
which I don't realise I am still holding. He unzips it and rifles through
the contents locating everyone's togs.

Callum has only just started to take his clothes off. The boy and his dad
are packing all their clothes into a bag, so Callum figures it is now time
to strip. He doesn't want to do it while the well-endowed boy is still
around, but since they are packing up their stuff, Callum figures they are
about to leave. He is standing on the other side of me so the boy's vision
is obscured, as he strips off his clothes.

He now stands there naked like Pierre and me waiting for Pierre to hand him
his togs. Callum is starting to get antsy, desperate to cover himself up
just encase the boy sees him. He will just die in shame if the boy sees his
little dickie.

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