RELUCTANT PEDERDAST

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When my older brother, Sam, and my sister-in-law, Jena, asked if I would come to their house and look after my nine-year-old nephew while they went on a romantic weekend getaway, I had mixed feelings.� First of all, I had to cancel a hot date with an buff older former jock I'd met the week before in the locker room of the downtown YMCA.� Not only was he a well-hung hot stud, but he was married with three young daughters.� Over some drinks at a nearby bar, he told me he was looking for some dick action to break up the monotony of sex with just his wife.� Fine by me, I love dick action, lots of dick action.

Second of all, even though I had babysat Bobby for years, lately he's been getting to me.� Sam and Jena have always let him sleep in just his tight briefs, and so he's practically naked the entire time I with him, especially at night.� Occasionally he'd even walk out completely nude.� I'd shoo him back to his room and tell him to put his underwear back on, and he'd listen... until the next time.� He was flashing me deliberately and testing to see how far he could push me.� The last time I watched him, he didn't listen when he came prancing out bare butt.� I had to chase the little bugger around threatening to spank his butt.� I didn't chase too hard, but I did spank his ass when I did catch him.� Fuck me, I was hard as a rock when I spanked him.

Of course I didn't rat out Bobby to his parents, and other than that one spanking, which wasn't very hard, I'd never laid hands on him before.� I just wasn't so sure what I'd do, if and when he decided to test me again.� But Sam asked, and I always did what Sam asked. Always. Some things never change.

I was all but six years old the first time I sucked dick.� My brother, Sam, was eight at the time.� But he wasn't the first guy I sucked.� That honor went to our older cousin, Ricky.� Ricky, who was thirteen or fourteen at the time, came for a visit with his parents early one summer and stayed an entire week.� In our room, Sam and I had one of those three-man bunk beds, with a double on the bottom and single up top.� We always just slept in our underwear. As Sam had first dibs on the top bunk, I slept on the bottom.� So when Ricky, et al, came for a week, Ricky slept with me.�

The very first night he had his hands in my drawers playing with my little cock. He told me to be very quiet, then he pulled my drawers down and off.� Ricky sucked my tiny pecker and then after pulling off his drawers, coaxed me into sucking his dick.��

Meanwhile from the top bunk, Sam watched what was going on, the room lit quite adequately with a night light.� "What are you guys doing?" Sam whispered.

"Shhh!" Ricky urged. "I'm getting my dick sucked," he whispered while I mouthed his seemingly huge teenage organ.� Then he added, "If you want your dick sucked, come on down."

"I dunno," replied Sam.

"It feels really good," Ricky said.� "Don't be such a baby."

"I'm not a baby," Sam replied indignantly.

"Then come on down and prove it." Of course calling an eight year old boy a baby is the best way to get him to prove that he's not, and Sam came down onto the lower bed.

"Take off your underwear," Ricky told him.� Sam stripped off his drawers.�

Ricky pushed me off his dick and told me to suck Sam. As far as I was concerned, Ricky was practically an adult and I did as I was told and sucked Sam's dick. Ricky had Sam and me take up a sixty nine position and soon had us sucking each other. That and the both of us sucking Ricky, and being sucked by Ricky went on every night for a week. He'd cum in our mouths and had us swallow it.� By the end of the week, eating his ejaculate was no big deal to either of us.� We must have stayed very quiet; never once did anyone come in to check up on us.

After Ricky left, Sam and I would suck each other fairly regularly.� Not every night or even every week, but two or three times a month. Typically Sam would climb down naked from the top bunk and ask me to blow him. I'd blow him and then he'd blow me.� Often we did it 69.

Later that summer we went to visit Ricky and his folks.� After living out of state for years, they had moved� not too terribly far from us, maybe a two hour drive.� My mom and her older sister were the best of friends, so the weekend visits became a standard feature and every two months or so, either they or we would make the trek to the others' home for a weekend.�

Sam and I of course stayed in Ricky's room.� He had a single twin bed and Sam and I would sleep on air mattresses on the floor.� Ricky tended to ignore us during the day, but at night he gave us attention.� He had no problem getting Sam or I to suck him off.

It was probably the following spring when Ricky let us hang around with him during the day.� He said we could hang with him, but only if we did what he said.� He took us to a friend's house, actually the detached garage.� There he had us suck off two of his buddies.� Sam and I both sucked a lot of dicks in that garage before it was all over.

Typically they, Ricky and his friends, would make us get totally naked and then have us on our knees.� About the third or fourth trip to the garage, things escalated and Sam and I both had our asses fucked for the first time.� Once that happened, butt fucking became as common as the blowjobs.�

That went on for a year and a half, until they moved out of state once again.� After that, we only saw Ricky and his parents at my grandmother's during Christmas.� There was little opportunity for mischief during those times.� Of course that didn't stop Sam and me from messing around back home, but we also had figured out that we could only trust one another when it came to boy sex.

Leaving my downtown office that Friday just after business hours, I went down into the downtown tunnel system and walked the two blocks to the building where my studio apartment was located to change clothes and pick up my overnight bag.� I loved living in downtown.� Not only was it a snap to get to work, just about everything I needed, the YMCA, restaurants and clubs, were in easy walking distance.� The garage where the company kept the company cars was very handy too.� All I had to do was sign out a car, pick up a set of keys and be on my way.� At night and on the weekends, I had my pick of which car to take to the grocery (the only thing not conveniently located), or to drive to my brother's house, an hour away.

So, there I was with young Bobby once again and once again he was up to old tricks.� As soon as his parents were on his way, he stripped down to his undies to watch TV on the floor. He wanted to watch a movie his Dad had picked up for him at a Red Box.� I told him that he needed to get his bath before watching the movie and he disappeared into the back.� When he came out, I wasn't particularly surprised that he was starkers.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I asked while checking him out.

"Can't I sleep naked?� Daddy let's me sleep naked when Mommy's visiting Grandma."� At the time, Jena's mother was in an Alzheimer facility in another town.� On the weekends Jena went to visit, she'd stay overnight and Sam would watch after Bobby.

"I've never heard that," I answered, "and your dad tells me everything."

"Please!"

"Are you going to bed now?"

"No, I want to watch my movie."

"Naked?� No way, Josie!� Go get your drawer on."

"After the movie, can I?"

"What you do in your bedroom is your business. Close the door and if I don't see anything, then I have nothing I'm duty bound to report."

"Yea!" he said jumping up and down.�

"Now, go put some clothes on, Bobby."� Instead of doing what he was told to do, the little bugger darted into the kitchen.

I slowly rose from my comfortable recliner and went to see what he was up to. He had the fridge open and was pouring himself a glass of milk, giving me a great view of his cute bubble butt.� He turned, grinned at me, put the glass of milk to his lips and tilted the glass back.� Either he over rotated or he did it on purpose, but milk spilled from the glass and ran down the front of naked body.� Fuck me!� I'd seen that a few times on the internet, but never with a naked kid.� Apparently, he'd seen those clips too.

"You're making a mess!" I scolded half-heartedly.� He just gave a me grin with a milk mustache, set the empty glass on the counter and then smeared the spilled milk on his chest and tummy. "Go take another bath!� But first, clean the mess up on the floor!"�

So, I watched him as he slowly took the hand towel off the over door handle, then wipe the milk on his legs before getting on all fours to mop up his mess.� He took his sweet time about it, which was fine with me.� He rose from the floor, hung up the hand towel, then went to take another bath, wagging his bare butt at me as he went through the kitchen door.� "Little prick tease," I muttered with a suppressed grin.

Five minutes later, he was back, and still completely naked.� I watched as he loaded up the Blue Ray player and then plopped down on the floor on his belly.� He looked over at me briefly, waiting to see what I'd do.� I did nothing and just enjoyed the show.

The movie was predictably trite, a super-hero action movie with grossly over the top special effects, a lame plot line and even worse acting.� About half way through the movie, the phone rang.� I answered it.� Upon being queried, I identified myself as Sam's brother. It was the worst possible news.� There had been an accident, a bad accident; could I come to the morgue, three counties away, and make positive identification of two of the victims.� I rushed to the kitchen sink and threw up.

I got Bobby to put on some street clothes and then hauled him next door.� I told Bobby to go wait by the car in the driveway while I spoke to the woman next door.� Then, with Bobby taken care of, and still unaware that both his parents had been killed in an automobile accident, I drove the two hours, fighting back the tears, to where Sam's and Jena's bodies had been taken.� There was no question that it was them.� I suppose they see a lot of crying men at a county morgue.�

It was a painful ride back to Sam's house.� Every few miles, I'd have to pull off at an exit and weep.� Regaining my composure, I'd press on.� A few exits later and I pulled to the side for yet another cry.� I stopped for coffee at a 24 hour McDonalds.� I drank a little of it, the rest growing cold before I reached Sam's.� By then I had cried myself dry.� Once again, I sucked it up for the most difficult thing of all, telling Bobby what had happened.� It broke my heart and we bawled together.

The lady next door was so very kind to us.� When it was all over, I sent her a big bouquet of flowers as a thank you. But before it was all over, I had to come to grips with the reality of the situation.�

My mom had passed away before I completed high school.� My dad passed two years after I graduated from college and when Bobby was just a baby. Jena's mom had Alzheimer's.� Jena's dad?� He walked out on them when Jena was little and who knew where he was.�� That left me as Bobby's only next of kin.� Sam and Jena had thought about that and planned for it by naming me Bobby's guardian and the executor of their estate should something happen to the both of them.� I had agreed, confident that it would never come to that.� How wrong I was.

What does a thirty one year old bachelor do with a nine year old charge?� I couldn't very well live in Sam and Jena's home, as it mean a very long, brutal commute for me going and coming to work.� I also couldn't very well move Bobby in with me, as I only had a studio apartment.� Besides, downtown is no place to raise a kid.� I needed to find something with a yard, close in to work, preferably on a bus route, and near good schools.� There was an older close-in neighborhood that meet those criteria and I found a nice two bedroom, one bath house whose owner had recently died.� In the meantime, waiting to close on the house and take possession, I had to put up with the killer commute until I could move.�

The move itself went smoothly. I had a house full of furniture at Sam's, so that wasn't an issue.� Selecting what went to the new (old) house and what went to charity was actually pretty easy.� Still, it really wasn't my style and it didn't fit very well in the old house I'd bought, but it'd do for the time being.�

I enrolled Bobby in school and as luck would have it, a kid in his class lived across from us. Jimmy was a year older than Bobby, but was held back due to maturity issues in first grade.� He was a good kid, high spirited just as Bobby was and they became good buddies right off the bat.�

As for me, a bus route directly downtown was only two blocks away.� Perfect for someone who loathed commuting.� By the time I'd get home around five thirty, the boys had been off for two hours or so.� Sometimes I'd find them at my house, other times they were at Jimmy's.� Jimmy, I learned, lived with his stepfather who had adopted him when he married Jimmy's mother. Unfortunately, cancer had taken her.

Upon hearing all this, I felt a little better about my own situation knowing I had someone close by that who knew what I was up against. One day after work, I found the boys playing video games at my house.� I had noticed that Jimmy's stepdad's car was in the driveway, so I took the opportunity to go over and introduce myself.�

He answered the door.� I was taken aback, because his face was familiar.� He, in turn, recognized me and was just as surprised as I was.� "Dale?" I asked.

"Ken?" he replied.� "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"I bought the house across the street," I replied pointing to the house.

"You're kidding me?"

"No.� Long time no see."

"Come in, come in!"�

We had a quick reunion of sorts.� It had been nearly a year and half since I last saw him.� Suddenly, he just stopped coming to the YMCA during lunch hour when I did my workout.� Before that, we had gotten together after work several times up in my apartment for some man-to-man recreation.� We got along fabulously, but then he just disappeared.� I could've called, but we'd never exchanged phone numbers.� Turns out his company transferred him to another facility on the edge of town.� Then six months later his wife died.� After that, there was no time to mess around.

"This is fucking great!"he exclaimed. "Hey, why don't you and your boy come over for hamburgers tonight?"� As my cooking abilities were limited, that sounded like a great idea. So, I called Bobby on the phone I'd gotten him and told him they should come over to Jimmy's.� They wanted to stay and finish their game.� "Fine, come over when you're finished," I told him.

With the kids out of the way for the moment, Dale was quick to suggest that we go to his room for a quickie.� I needed a quickie in the worse way, so within minutes, we were naked in his bed with his cock my mouth and my cock in his mouth. In our enthusiasm, we were a bit careless and failed to lock the door.� Suddenly the two boys burst in on us.

"Opps! Sorry, Dale," Jimmy said with a snicker.�

I was mortified.� Not from being seen naked, as casual around-the-house nudity with Bobby had become quite common by then, but to be caught engaged in oral sex with another man...

Dale on the other hand was quite nonplused about it.� "Nothing Jimmy hadn't seen before," he told me.�

Of course that put a damper on things.� We got out of bed, dressed and went to get the hamburgers on.� While the burgers were cooking, I took the opportunity to have a talk with Bobby about never revealing what he just saw to anyone.� "Otherwise, you'll be taken away and put in foster care.� So, if you don't want a really bad life from here on out, keep your mouth shut about what you've seen or what you might see in the future."

"Sure, Uncle Ken.� I know and I won't ever tell anyone.� I promise."

"For your own sake, you be sure and keep that promise."

"I will, Uncle Ken.� I will.

"Can I go now?"

"Sure, run along."� Bobby dashed off to Jimmy's room.

When the burgers were ready, we sat out on the patio enjoying the late spring night.� While Dale and I ate, we talked about mundane things, like our jobs and weird things that happened recently at work.� Meanwhile, Bobby and Jimmy sat opposite of us, whispering and snickering as they stole glances of us.� It wasn't hard to imagine what they were talking about.

With dinner done Jimmy asked, "Dale, can we all go in the hot tub?"

Dale looked to me and asked, "How about it.� Up for a hot soak?"

"Sounds great," I replied.� "I'll go get our swim suits."

"You don't need bathing suits," interjected young Jimmy.� "We never wear bathing suits.� Do we, Dale?"

Dale looked down at the table for a moment, then looked over at me.� "I don't mind. Do you?"

"Well, I, uh..."

"I don't care if they see me naked," piped up my young charge.�

Then addressing everyone Bobby announced, "At home we go around naked all the time.� Don't we, Uncle Ken?"

"So do we!" added Jimmy.

"Yes, we do," agreed Dale with a sheepish smirk.

"So, how about it, Ken?"

"Fine by me," I agreed.

"Yea!" shouted Bobby as he tore off his t-shirt.� In just seconds, both boys were naked with Jimmy enlisting Bobby's help to remove the hot tub cover.� With the cover boy-handled off the tub, the two boys got in.� Meanwhile, Dale disrobed, leaving me odd man out.� "When in Rome..." I said to no one in particular and undressed. By the time I got in, the two boys were already having a blast.

As I settled in the swirling bubbling hot water, Dale sent the boys to fetch us a couple of beers. It was quite the sight to see the two naked wet backsides as they disappeared into the house.� A moment later, they came out, each carrying a beer.� Before climbing back in, Jimmy handed me his beer, while Bobby� in turn handed Dale his beer.�

For some reason, as Dale and I relaxed and drank our beers, the boys kept hopping in and out of the tub.� Jimmy at ten, being older, had a more robust build than Bobby did.�

"Do they remind you of anyone?" Dale asked.

"Yeah, my brother and I when we were their age, except we didn't have a hot tub.� We played in the shower when Mom and Dad weren't around. You?"

"The son of a co-worker of mine when he's over."

"Oh?� Just him or with his dad?"

"Both,"� Dale replied with a smile.� I didn't press for more info, nor did Dale offer it up.

After a while, the boys had hopped out, but they didn't return. "I wonder what they are up to?" I mused.

"Probably what Jimmy and Charlie do whenever they get together," Dale replied with a knowing smile.

"Charlie, who is Charlie?"

"Oh, that my co-worker's boy.� Actually, he's his girlfriend's kid.� You should see him.� The kid's pudgy and he's got tits."

"Tits?" I snorted.� "And what do they do?" As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't."

"The same thing you and I were doing a little while ago."� I didn't reply.� "Let's give them a few minutes and then we'll go check up on them."

We finished off our beers.� After toweling off, we went inside and stood outside a closed door for a moment.� Dale open the door. �There facing us, sitting on the edge of his bed and leaning partially leaning back, was Jimmy.� On the floor was Bobby, kneeling between his legs, his head moving around.� It was obvious what he was doing.� I don't think Bobby knew we were there, but Jimmy just smiled, completely shameless. Me, I was hard in seconds.

Dale grasped me by my growing erection saying, "Come on,� let them have their fun.� We have unfinished business."� He� led me by my pecker through the open door behind us and into his bedroom.� A moment later we were on his bed, taking up where we had left off when the boys interrupted us.���

After sucking on each other's cock for several minutes, Dale pulled away and rolled onto his stomach.� "Rubbers and lube are on the bed stand," he said. "I need that nice dick of yours up my ass."

Moving over to the night stand, I noticed the two doors were wide open.� I couldn't see what was going on in Jimmy's bedroom across the hallway, but the open doors, or at least our open door, concerned me.� "Shouldn't we close the door?" I asked ripping open the foil packet.

"Naw, don't worry about it.� If they look, they look," Dale said.� "And if they do, who cares?"�

Well, I cared, so after greasing up my condom covered cock, I shut the door.� Moving onto his bed behind him, Dale hiked his butt up while reaching back and spreading his cheeks. I nestled the head of my cock against his well trained anus and pushed effortlessly into his warm bowels.� Despite the easy entrance, his ass was tight around my cock.�

I had a pretty good idea as to how this was going to play out.� After fucking his ass for awhile and before I blew my wad, we'd switch and he'd fuck me.� Then we'd switch off again. I'd fuck him and he'd fuck me.� We'd get close to cumming, but then pull off.� We had done this many times together, edging while we fucked one another until we each had a mind blowing orgasm.� Sometimes we'd fuck for well over an hour before letting loose.�

So there I was for the second time on the bottom when the boys came in, on my back with Dale pinning my legs back as he buggered me.� They sat on the bed and watched for a while, getting an eyeful and an education, whispering to each other and snickering.� I didn't want them there.� Dale just didn't give a shit what they saw, but pinned to mattress, what could I do?� I looked over and told them to beat it.� They ignored me, staying and watching until Dale pulled out of my ass for a breather.�

Free to move about once again, I made a threatening move towards the boys.� They hooted and ran from the room.

"Just ignore them, Kenny," Dale advised.� "Come on, put that cock up my ass again."

He was right, I just needed to ignore them.� Pushing his legs back, I entered him for the third time. A minute or so later, we had our audience back watching from inside the door and out of my reach.� They didn't stay very long and soon it was just Dale and I again.� The whole scene with Bobby and Jimmy had me worked up pretty good and I let things go too far,� blowing my wad into the condom.�

Dale then mounted me for the third time, this time from behind, pile driving his cock into my ass until he orgasmed. By then we were both pretty well exhausted.� Next thing I knew it was 7 AM and an alarm clock was going off.� I had fallen asleep and stayed asleep throughout the night, something I hadn't done since Sam was killed.

Waking up in a strange bed in a strange house is disorienting.� As Dale shut off the alarm and climbed out of bed, my first thoughts were of course, where am I, and then who was that in bed with me?� The previous night's activities came rushing back.� 'Where Bobby?' I asked as I rose.� Bobby was of course across the hall in the next room with Jimmy.�

"Come on," Dale muttered only half awake. "Let's hit the shower before we roust out the boys."

His bathroom, like mine across the street, was tiny and very basic.� We still managed to shower together in the claustrophobia inducing confines of his tub/shower. Boy, did I miss that big walk-in shower at� my chic apartment in the city.� It was then that I decided that I would have to do some serious remodeling of my new old-house.

Without bothering to dress, Dale whipped up breakfast in no time, while I was sent to herd the boys into the shower.� Still damp and still undressed, we ate breakfast.� It took me a moment to realize that Bobby and my clothes were still outside where we had left them.� Jimmy lent Bobby a clean shirt and clean socks.� Dressed, the boys headed to their school bus stop.� Me, I put on what I had, then dashed across the street to shit, shave, dress for work, then hustle to the bus stop.��

At work that day, I was bothered by how I let things get so out of control and out of bounds at Dale's the night before.� I had kept Bobby more or less dressed until after his parents' funeral. But within a few days afterward, Bobby was� sleeping in the nude and I let him.� I didn't allow wholesale nudity about the house, but once I sold his parents' house and waiting to close on my house near downtown, we had to stay at my apartment.� Like I said before, it was studio apartment, basically just one room with a kitchen area, a living area and a sleeping area, as well as a luxurious bathroom.� Outside of the bathroom, there was zero privacy.� I had Bobby sleep on my sofa while I slept in my king bed.� By then, it was impossible to get him to put on anything to sleep in, so open nudity quickly became the norm.� I told myself that that situation would change once we moved into the new house, but of course it didn't.

Now I had a greater problem. Bobby, all of nine years old, had had boy sex with the ten year old across the street and I had permitted it. Not only that, he had seen me having oral and anal sex with Jimmy's step-dad.� The sex genie was out of the bottle and there was no way to put it back in the bottle.� I would have to live with it.

By the end of the day, I had rationalized that since Bobby's father and I had done the same thing, but at an even younger age, that I should just accept it and get on with life. I even rationalized that Sam, if he were still around, wouldn't have a problem with Bobby sucking on his new friend's dick and vice versa.��� Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but I choose to believe the later.� In doing so, I felt like I was fulfilling my responsibilities of being the guardian of my precocious nine year old nephew.

With the short bus ride from downtown to my bus stop and the short walk from there to my new home, I was home in about twenty minutes from leaving my office.� Not bad, not bad at all.� It was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend.

By then Bobby and Jimmy had been off school for two hours.� It was quite warm that afternoon.� I found them outside in the front, barefoot and shirtless kicking a soccer ball around.� Seeing that reminded me of being a kid and playing with my best friend, Sam, my older brother. Rather than feeling sad, it brought a smile to my face.� Seeing me, both boys waved and then went about their game.�

I was feeling rather sticky by then in my pin-striped Brooks Brothers suit, so I made a beeline to my bedroom to change into something more comfortable and sensible, like as little as possible, like the boys were dressed.� I then went outside and joined them in their game.

Fifteen, twenty minutes later, Dale drove up into his driveway.� He was more casually dressed for work than I had been, and he came directly over.� Dale and I went inside, leaving the boys to play by themselves.� I offered him a drink, but he declined.

"I have a favor to ask of you, Ken.� We've got a problem out in the field and I have to get out there pronto.� So, I was wondering, would you look after Jimmy for me while I'm gone? I know it's short notice..."

"Hey, no problem, Dale," I told him. "Maybe someday you can return the favor."

"You've got a deal, buddy! Shit, if it weren't for you, I guess I'd just have to take him with me. I've done that a time or two, and believe me, it's no fun for either of us.

"Tell you what, I've got to run, Ken.� I'll have Jimmy bring over some clothes for the weekend."

"How long do you expect to be gone?" I asked.

"Until I get things fixed out there.� From what it sounds like, it's a cluster fuck. I won't know until I get out there and figure out what needs to be done. So, two days, maybe three."

"Oh, okay.� Just needed to know... Oh, before I forget, I don't have your phone number in case I need to contact you."� We exchanged cell phone numbers and he was off.� From the front door I watched as he spoke to the boys.� A cheer went up and they dashed across the street with Dale following along behind at his own pace.� Ten minutes later, Jimmy and Bobby were back with Jimmy's clothes.

While the boys went back outside to continue their game, I ordered up a large pepperoni pizza. Within thirty minutes I had supper on the table.� After playing hard outside for nearly three hours, the boys were understandably grubby, so after we ate, I had them hit the shower.� You should have heard all the gleeful racket those two made showering together.� They also made a mess with water everywhere which I had them mop up with their wet towels under my supervision... they were both nude of course.�

Putting a check on my leching, I told them to go put on some clothes and that we'd watch a movie.� I didn't have Netflix hooked up yet, but I did have some old DVD discs from when Sam and I were kids still lying about.�� Soon the boys were out in their underwear and I started the movie.� It was an old movie about two dogs and cat on a cross country trek to find their master. I was surprised neither of them had seen it before. It was a good story and even I enjoyed seeing it again.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, the boys were tired of being on the thin rug covering the wood floors and came up to join me on the sofa.� I was still in my gym shorts and was as scantily clad as Jimmy and Bobby were.� I paused the movie to make some popcorn.� With a large bowl full of salted microwave popcorn, I came back in only to find that the boys had elected to get even more comfortable by removing their drawers.� I'm not entirely sure whose idea it was, but when asked, I steadfastly declined to remove my shorts.� So flanked by two naked boys, we finished the movie and I sent them to bed to do whatever naked boys do together in bed at night.

With my change in lifestyles, I desperately needed a set of wheels.� I had been driving Jena's Volvo, but it wasn't the image I wanted to project, so I located a 1966 Mustang Fastback GT in mint condition and bought it sight unseen.� The next morning, the owner of the fire-engine red masterpiece delivered it to me.� Naturally, the boys and I had to take it out on spin.� Wow!� It was everything I'd hoped it be.� On the coolness scale, it was an easy 10.� Looking cool riding up and down the main drag, the big V-8 deeply growling, was one thing, but parking it in a parking lot where it'd surely get dinged up was another thing altogether.� From a practical standpoint, that was a major drawback, but I had the grey dowdy Volvo to fall back upon.�

Not sure where I could find high octane, ethanol-free gas to feed the beast was another problem, so before I ran too low on fuel, I parked it my detached garage and covered it up.� Then in the Volvo, I took the boys to the zoo.� It was really fun being with the boys, as their unbounded excitement was infectious.� On the way home, we stopped for burgers and fries and then stopped at a Red Box to pick up a movie for that night.� Back home, showered off and I had the boys hit the shower.� I was at least covered up by my gym shorts, but I didn't even bother to try and get them to put anything on.� Then, like the night before, we settled in on the sofa for the movie.

The movie, being a recent release, was predictably... shall we say, predictable.� Even if it wasn't holding my attention, I thought the boys might be interested in it.� That notion was dispelled when I felt Jimmy's fingers slide across my bare belly and toy with my navel. I tried to ignore it, but that just emboldened the flirting boy. Within minutes his hand was higher and he was playing with my nipple.� I looked over at him, thinking that he'd stop, but he just smiled as he continued feeling me up.� Maybe I should have stopped the naked boy, but I didn't.� Instead, I put my arm around him and returned the favor, lightly stoking his chest and belly.� This went on for thirty minutes or so.� Then with the tips of my fingers well below his navel, but not touching him, he put his hand on mine and pushed it down to his already hard 10 year old pecker.� Fuck me!� I should have stopped it right then and there, but I didn't, I felt him up like he wanted me to.�

Meanwhile my nephew, who was sitting naked beside Jimmy, took notice of what was happening. I watched as his hand sought out his own dick and began playing with it.� In moments he too was hard, which as it so happens made it unanimous.�

Jimmy, who a year older, was almost a head taller than Bobby.� I'd seen both boys' young cocks and thought that Jimmy was a bit larger than Bobby.� At least when he was flaccid it looked that way.� With both of them hard and only inches away, I could plainly see that the bigger boy was bigger in every way, not huge, but he had almost an inch on my nephew and was visibly thicker.� Both boys were as hairless as they come, nice and smooth.� I was smooth down there too, but not from lack of maturity.

As I rolled and stroked Jimmy's dick, he dropped his hand from my bare torso down below my gym shorts.� For a moment he stroked my thigh and then began working his hand up the leg of my shorts.� Soon he was feeling my shaven balls and then the base of my raging hard-on.

I was never one to refuse anyone who wanted to play with my cock and balls.� I let go of his cock and with both hands, gripped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down and off, giving young Jimmy full access to my sex organs.�

"You've got a really big one, Mr. Ken," he said with a big grin as he ran his loosely encircling fingers up and down my shaft.

I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Actually, I wasn't thinking, letting a kid play with my dick.� It was something I'd never done since I grew up, not even close.� I never considered doing anything like that before, but there I was, letting a naked ten year old feel me up while I in turn molested him, all while my naked nine year old nephew watched.

I guess I was thinking that all we'd do was a little touchie feelie, because I was surprised when the kid dipped his head into my lap and took the head of my cock in his mouth.� Fuck me! I should have stopped him and if I had been thinking straight, I would have, or at least that's what I told myself afterward.� But, I did nothing and let Jimmy suck on my dick.� Sitting the way we were, it was little awkward for Jimmy, so dislodging Bobby somewhat, I lay back, against the arm rest and sprawled out with one foot on the floor to give Jimmy better access while he blew me to completion.� He'd obviously done this before, many times; he knew exactly what he was doing at all times and sucked down my cum like the pro he was.

Letting my spent cock slip from his lips, he crawled up my body until we were face to face and he was looking me in the eye, my hands holding him by his firm buttocks.� The aggressive bugger kissed me on the lips and it wasn't a chase kiss by any means, but with good tongue action on his part so that I could taste myself.� The kiss completed, he snuggled in while my hands roamed over the smooth hairless globes of his bare ass.� Running my fingertips down the crack of his ass, with each pass I got deeper and deeper until I was rubbing the boy's asshole.

My cock, which due to my arousal had not gotten completely flaccid, began firming up.� Jimmy was shorter than me and my cock began poking him between the legs.� He squirmed around enough that my cock popped up from between his legs and he began pressing it into his anus as I held his cheeks apart.� He pressed harder and harder, trying to get me to penetrate him, but we were both dry, so it wasn't going to happen.�

Looking up at Bobby, who was watching the whole thing, I told him, "Go in my room and in the night stand there is a tube of KY Jelly.� Go get it for me."

Bobby jumped up and dashed off to my bedroom.� A moment later he was back with the lube. "Is this what you want?" he asked handing it to me.

"Yes, thank you."

I handed the tube to Jimmy who was now sitting up trying to get my cock up his ass saying, "This will help."

Jimmy squeezed off a large glob of KY in his hand and smeared it over my now very hard dick and the slathered more on his asshole.� Sitting over my cock, he positioned it and then sank down on it, taking my entire length in one motion. The kid didn't even grimace as he impaled himself.� It was obvious he'd done this too, many times.� With practiced ease, he rose and fell on my prong, his stiffie bouncing up and down as he fucked himself on my dick. He wasn't as tight as I thought he'd be, a testament to his experience with being sodomized regularly.� Clearly he wasn't being butt fucked by just some other boy.� Also just as clearly, the kid loved getting his ass fucked, just like I did when I was his age.

By that time in my life, when I was ten, my brother Sam was twelve.� He mowed lawns around the neighborhood for money. Sometimes he'd cut me in for fifty cents or so, if I'd rake the grass cuttings up, as well as sweep the sidewalks for him. Not always, but sometimes.� So it wasn't a big surprise when he asked me to help him out one Saturday.

He cut the front and when he went to the back, I manned my rake and broom for my four bits.� When we were finished, he rang the doorbell. Old Mr. Wilson answered.� He spoke with Sam so that I couldn't overhear.� Sam then came to me and asked, "You want to make five bucks easy?"

"Five bucks!� You bet!"

"Okay, all you have to do is go inside with Mr. Wilson and take off all your clothes."

"That's all?"

"That's all.� Oh, and he'll want to take a few pictures of you."

"Are you going to be there with me?" I asked.

"No.� I've got two more lawns to mow. When I finish, I'll come back and get you."

I had no problem with letting anyone who wanted to see me naked, see me naked.� As for photos, I'd had photos taken before by friends of Sam.� But I also suspected that Mr. Wilson might want to do more than just take Polaroids of me.� I didn't know Mr. Wilson.� He seemed nice enough, but he was an adult and adults weren't supposed know anything about what we boys did in private.

"I don't know, Sam.� What if he tells Mom or Dad?"

"Are you kidding?� Dad would kill him if he ever found out he wanted to see you naked."

"I guess you're right."� So I agreed to go inside and take my clothes off for Mr. Wilson.

I posed naked for the old guy while he burned up two rolls of Polaroid film.� He pulled out the five bucks he owed me.� He began holding it out to me, only to withdraw it as I reached for it.

"I bet you'll do more than just take off your clothes for me," he said.� "You know how I know?� Your brother told me."

"He did?"

"Yes, he did.� He said that you'd do anything he did."

"Ummm, like what?"

"Suck my dick.� And let me suck your dick.. for starters."

"I think I need to go home now," I answered.

"Oh, don't rush off.� We're just getting started."

"Can I have my five dollars?"

"Let's make it ten dollars."

"Ten dollars! And all I have to do is..."

"...suck my dick... and let me suck yours."

"Um, okay."� I wasn't a very good negotiator at ten.�

Wilson kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs, and then still wearing his shirt and socks, plopped down� his sofa.� He wagged his big uncut cock at me.� Now, Sam and I both had been circumcised and most of our friends were circumcised also, but not everyone. So seeing a cock with the foreskin intact wasn't exactly new to me.� Still, it was the biggest damned dick I'd ever seen up to that point, as I'd only sucked other boys and early teens who were still growing.�

He was already semi-erect when he started, and as he played with himself for my benefit, he hardened up to an impressive size.� I wasn't sure if I could get it in my mouth, and if I couldn't, I was certain I'd lose the ten dollars promised to me.

"Alright, you little whore, come suck me," he said.� I'd heard the word "whore" before, but I really didn't know what it meant, however, I did know it was a dirty word.

I walked up to him and knelt between his spread legs, took his cock in my hands and put my mouth over it.� It was, as I had suspected, a mouthful.� I couldn't get in but just a inch or so, plus the head in mouth, but Mr. Wilson didn't complain.� "Yeah, suck me, you little cocksucker.� Suck me good, you dirty little boy." I knew what I was doing was dirty, but being all of ten, I took offence at being called little.� "Suck my dick, boy.� Suck it good... Damn, that feels nice."

So I'm sucking his knob and slobbering all up and down his shaft, and kissing his baggy balls and he suddenly pushes me away from him.� He rose telling me, "Wait right there. I'll be right back," and he goes off in the back.� A minute or so later and he's back, and having stripped off his shirt, he now only wore socks.� His socks, however, wasn't what had my attention as it looked like he was jacking his dick.� When he got closer, I saw he had smeared something on it, and I knew what the something was... Vaseline.� I also knew why he was smearing his cock with Vaseline.

I got up and ran for the door, but with my hand on the doorknob, I stopped, realizing that if I ran outside, I'd be naked.� And if I got caught outside naked, as I was sure to do, I'd get in big trouble with my parents.�

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" he said as he took me by the hand and led me to an ottoman where he forced me on to it face down.

Having been ass fucked many times before, I knew what was coming next.� "This isn't part of our deal," I protested.

"It is now," he replied as he held me down. I felt the knob of his cock nestle between my ass cheeks.� Soon it was pressing against my asshole, and as the pressure increased, it popped into me.

"Ow!" I cried out.� I'd never had a dick that big up my butt.� "Take it easy!"

"Oh, hush up, boy. �Now, this might hurt a little."

"Ow!" It felt like he was shoving a baseball bat up my young ass.� I wish I could say that I got used to it quickly, but I didn't.� I didn't come close to getting used to it before he blew his wad up my butt.� Fortunately, it didn't take him long to cum.� It was such a relief when he pulled from my ass. With my ass throbbing, he flipped me over and went after my dick and my balls with his mouth.� That was better, much better. He took his time sucking me and seemed to be lost in another world.� I just lay there and let him suck, and suck and suck.�

By the time he finished sucking me, my ass wasn't throbbing anymore, tingling yes, but not throbbing.� He flipped me over onto my stomach again.� I thought for sure that he was going to fuck me again. With his long thin fingers he spread my cheeks apart.� I braced myself for an abrupt reentry, but instead I felt something smaller and wet on my anus. It took me a moment to realize that he was licking my butthole.� 'Ewwww, nasty!' I thought.� No one had ever done that nor suggested that to me before.� Nasty or not, it felt really, really good.

Like he did with my dick, he licked and probed my asshole for a good long while, teasing it open like it had just been fucked (which it had.)� He was still feasting on my young butt, when the doorbell rang.� He ignored it and kept licking.� The doorbell rang again and again.

"God damn it," he cursed as he pulled his face from my butt. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Who is it?" he practically yelled at the door.

"It's me, Sam."

"Sam?� Oh, yeah."� He unlocked the door and opened it just enough for Sam to slip through.�

Looking at me naked on the ottoman and in position to be cornholed, Sam asked, "What are you doing, Ken?"� I didn't answer hoping old Mr. Wilson would lick my anus some more.� "Come on, Kenny, get your clothes on.� Mom and Dad are expecting us."

"Can't you stay awhile?" asked Mr. Wilson.

"No, we really can't," Sam answered.

"Come on, Kenny," my brother urged.� "Get dressed."

I got up, gathered up my clothes and dressed.� Without having to beg for it, Mr. Wilson paid me my ten dollars. To my surprise, he also gave Sam five dollars.�

On the way home I asked Sam why Mr. Wilson paid him the five dollars.� "Finder's fee," he said.� "He promised me five bucks if I got you to go inside and get naked for him.� Looked to me like you were doing more than just that. Did he fuck you in the ass?"

"Yeah, and he sucked me."

"Did you suck him?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

I spent a lot of time naked with Mr. Wilson. �Sometimes Sam was there too, most of the time not.� Wilson was always nice enough, even if he was a bit gruff at times.� That went on for two years with me, until I put him in touch with the younger brother of a friend of mine. I was sprouting pubic hair by then and he wasn't all that interested in me anymore.

After blowing my wad in young Jimmy's mouth earlier, I wasn't going to cum again anytime soon, and I let him ride me for good long time.� I needed a change of position, so I took him and had him lean against the front door.� Having greased up good again, I lifted one of his legs and easily skewered his now gaping asshole, fucking him hard from the very first. For a good five minutes I pounded into him.� He was no longer bracing himself against the door, but more or less plastered against it as I fucked him to completion.� Having deposited my seed where sun don't shine, I leaned into him trying to catch my breath until my softening cock slithered out of his ass and a small stream of my cum dripped onto the door mat.

Exhausted, I left him leaning against the door and went to bed.� Then as I lay looking up in the dark with the� funky odor of ass hanging in the air, I thought about what I'd done.� I fucked a ten year old kid.� True, he initiated it, but tell that to the judge.� I had suddenly become what many would consider to be a monster.� Fuck me!

I was halfway expecting Jimmy to come crawling into the sack with me during the night, but he didn't.� My bedroom window faced east, looking out over the overgrown backyard.� I had blinds up, but no curtains yet. As no one could see me, I didn't bother to close the blinds at night; besides, I had a strong exhibitionist streak running through me.� So when the sun came up, it was right in my face, waking me.

'Maybe I should close the blinds,' I grumbled to myself.� But I didn't, I just rolled over and caught another forty winks.

Finally rising, I made my way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, pausing to look in on the two naked boys, still asleep with the covers thrown off onto the floor.� 'What a lovely sight,' I said to myself with a smile.

I fired up my Kurig to make a cup of strong coffee.� Then with coffee in hand, I stepped out onto the back porch naked to survey the yard work that needed to be done. "I should've just gotten a bigger apartment," I groused out loud.

I went back inside and headed to the one bathroom.� I could've closed the door, but the tiny bath was already claustrophobic enough with the door open.� Setting my coffee on the free standing pedestal sink, I turned the water on in the shower, and when the hot water finally arrived, stepped in.� Cramped as the shower was, it still felt great and brought me totally awake.

So, after toweling off, I'm standing at the sink shaving when Jimmy comes in and takes a leak right beside me.� Flushing the toilet, he starts to leave by moving behind me, dragging his hand across my bare ass as he does so. On the other side, he stops, hand still on my butt.� I turned part way to face him, intending to shoo him off, but he takes my dick in his hand.

"I really like your dick," he says with a grin.

Bobby is standing at the open door looking in as I quip, "And my dick likes you, Jimmy."

Before I could stop him, Jimmy knelt down and took my cock in his mouth.� At that point, I wasn't about to stop him.� "Oh, fuck, Jimmy, that's good, real good," I praised.� "Yeah, my dick really likes you."

I looked up at Bobby and when I did, he turned away and disappeared. The exhibitionist in me wanted him to stay and watch, but the responsible adult in me told me it was best that he didn't witness such things, not that hadn't he'd already seen that and much more the past few days.

Jimmy, being the good cock hound kid that he was, took me to completion and then made sure he had sucked my dick clean of any stray ejaculate.� When my now flaccid cock slipped from his lips, I used his face to dry it off, then sent him away so that I could finish shaving.�

Dressed in gym shorts, a black wife-beater workout shirt and open toes sandals, i found the boys playing a video game in the living room. "Boys, go put some clothes on.� We're going to Katie's Doughnuts for breakfast.� Both boys jumped up and ran to Bobby's room to get dressed.� A moment later, they were ready to go.

"Can we take the Mustang?" Bobby asked.

Katie's was just a block from my bus stop on the main drag. "No, we're just going to walk," I told him.� His shoulders slumped and his head hung low. I ignored his display of disappointment.�

All during the walk over, while we feasted on Katie's delights, and all during the walk back to my house, Bobby didn't utter a word to me and hardly spoke to Jimmy. Meanwhile, Jimmy and I had a civil conversation.

As we approached Dale's house and before we crossed the street, Dale drove up and parked in his driveway.� Jimmy immediately ran to him and gave him a hug.� Dale came up to me and thanked me for looking after Jimmy for him and reiterated his offer to look after Bobby whenever I needed to go out of town.� The way he was smiling at me, I knew he suspected what had happened overnight.� Even if he hadn't,� I'd already figured that Dale had sex with the boy on a regular basis and that Jimmy would fully report to his step-dad what had happened, and that made me nervous.�

After some small talk chatting, I excused myself claiming that I still had some unpacking to do, which was true.

Back home, I set about unpacking kitchenware I saved from Sam's.� Bobby wasn't helping, but continued to mope around, which was very unlike him.� Figuring that the stuff I was unpacking and putting away was triggering grief on his part, I sought to find out what exactly was bothering him.�

"Bobby.� What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he curtly replied.

"There must be something, so please tell me."

I was taken aback when he spat, "You're what's the matter!"

"What?� What are you talking about?"

"You like Jimmy more than you like me!" At that he began crying.� Fuck me!� I have zero experience dealing with something like this, but I plowed ahead. "You played with him," he said, "but you've never played with me like that."

"Are you mad that I, uh, and Jimmy...?"

"Yes! If Jimmy asked you to take the Mustang, you would have! I don't like you anymore!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!� I don't just like you, I love you.� I like Jimmy too, but I don't love him."

"Really?" he sniffled.

"Yes, really.� I shouldn't have done anything like that with him," I admitted.� "It won't happen again.� As for the Mustang, I didn't take it because it's low on gas and I'm not sure where I can get gas for it... that's all. Now, come here and give me a hug."� He threw his arms around me and for several minutes we just hugged.� Then with his help, we went about getting the kitchen in good order.

Later that afternoon, I was ready for a nap, and as was my habit for napping in bed, I got bare and lay on top of the covers for a quick thirty minute siesta.� I was woken by Bobby, who had climbed into bed with me naked, and who was sitting up beside me running his hands over my bare skin.� I pretended to be still be asleep, but when he ran his hand over my cock, I knew I had to say something.

"But you let Jimmy do this," he replied still playing with my cock.

"You don't have to do this so that I'll like you more," I told him.

"I know, but I want to do it," he said with a smile holding me in his hand just before dipping his head and taking me into his mouth.� I didn't stop him.� I didn't even try to stop him.� Not then, nor any time since.� It's nice having a loving adventurous boy to sleep with every night.

As for Dale and Jimmy, we get together quite frequently.� I let Bobby and Dale do what I do with Jimmy, and quite openly.� Best neighbors in the world!