YOU BEND IN THE MIDDLE
By Zachyboy
b/b/g, oral, anal, incest

Jacob Aaron Shipman was 11-years-old when he discovered he could suck his
own dick. And that's quite a skill for an 11-year-old, and it was one that
made him the envy of every little boy in the neighborhood. He wasn't shy
about showing it off, either. Like Spider-Man's uncle said, "With great
power comes great responsibility," and believe me, when you can lay on your
back, flip your legs over your shoulders, and give yourself a hot humdinger
of a cockjob at the ripe old age of 11, you're practically obligated by the
rules of decent, human, Tom Sawyer boy manners to demonstrate the gift to
your friends.

And that's how Jacob met Matthew, during one of those impromptu
demonstrations up in his bedroom. It was a private viewing that
day. Although Jacob wasn't averse to showing The Gift to a half-dozen,
hard-cocked, horny and envious boys at a crack (no pun intended), Matthew
happened to catch him on a slow news day.

"You bend in the middle," Jacob told Matthew. The 11-year-old flipped his
legs up and did just that, while the 12-year-old kid he'd brought home from
school stood mouth agape, not quite sure what was hotter, the sight of
Jacob sucking his own little boner, or the wide-open view of Jacob's little
rosebud, pink and promising, and splayed wide open by default of
contortion.

"Oh, wow," Matthew whispered. "Oh wow, wow, wow," and even then, he wasn't
sure if he was talking about the dick-sucking or the view of the "hole"
enchilada.

"You wanna try to suck yours?" Jacob asked hopefully, coming up for
air. Because, truly, it was great fun to suck your own dick, but it was
also a great way to see all the other kids' dicks in the neighborhood by
tossing out a "you try" dare. "You try next" had gotten Jacob a lot of
peenie peeks and a lot of butthole peeks this past, suckable summer.

"Why not?" shrugged Matthew, pretty sure he couldn't do it...but eager as
hell to get his own hard cock out. If it meant getting his penis a few
discarded fabric layers closer to the cute little starfish he'd just seen
winking in the wind, he would have signed up for eight weeks of yoga with
his mother.

# # # # # # # # # #

Matthew Joseph Sanders was 12 that summer, and he'd already been fucking
his sister for the past two years. She was 7 when they started and now she
was 9, and that hairless little hole of hers sure felt good around the
slender length of his skinny-hot cock shaft when they were up in her
bedroom, lights-out and sneaky after their parents had gone to bed for the
night, or curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and the latest from
Redbox.

Jaden Cailey Sanders – Jaycee to her friends – was 9 and horny. When
she wasn't lying back on her bed with her eyes half-closed, sighing and
cooing as her brother sawed in and out of her girl hole, she was plotting
and planning and winking and teasing, trying to get him hard and hot and
interested enough to do it one more time. She was, for lack of a better
9-year-old term, insatiable.

Matthew on the other hand, enthusiastic as he was for the fine sport of
sister fucking, only had so much dick to go around. And if Jaycee didn't
get her share at night, it was probably because Matthew was already laying
pipe to three little boys in the neighborhood: 8-year-old Duncan from
across the street, and 9-year-old twins from Jaycee's class, Riker and
Riley from the next street over. It was a good life for Matthew, and one
with many good holes, and some days he didn't know where to begin.

But at 12-years-old, Matthew was pretty damn knowledgable. And when Jacob
bent in the middle to suck his own dick and Matthew got a look of that rosy
little rosebud, you can pretty much guess what he was thinking. Matthew at
12 knew that dicks go in holes. Assholes, pussy holes, mouth holes, holes
in trees. It didn't matter to Matthew. Show him a hole, and he wanted to
fill it.

And wouldn't you know it, Jacob the new kid, ass up, legs around his own
ears, treasure vault wide open, had just shown him a hole. A really, really
nice one.

# # # # # # # # # #

Matthew's hole was not so nice most days. Well, nothing wrong with it, per
se. It was probably fine after you sponged it off a little. But truth be
told, Matthew always kept it just a little too stinky.

"Smell my finger," he'd giggle to Jaycee, touching his anus and rubbing it
under her nose.

"Ewww, butt finger, butt finger!" she'd giggle and squirm, trying to get
away from him, sexy and nine, but not quite strong enough to get out from
under his pressing frame and his hardening cock. Not that she wanted to get
away. She just liked the thrill of the struggle.

"You like to smell me, Jaycee?" her big brother would growl seductively in
her ear.

"I think you're gross," she'd giggle. And she'd push against him again.

But he'd pin her down tight. And run a finger in her slit. Making her
shiver, already wet.

"Maybe we should smell your pussy then, huh?"

And he'd bring the finger up to their nose, and they'd smell it together.

And he'd kiss her while they smelled it, his peanut butter boy tongue
parting her mouth to lick and wrestle with her Captain Crunch girl tongue,
still fresh and wet from their snacks before bedtime. And they'd kiss and
giggle, lick and smell. They'd smell his fingers. Butt on one, pussy on the
other. The sweet spicy scents of boy flavor, girl flavor.

And then when he'd reach down and feel that her pussy was wet enough, he'd
line himself up with her sweet little girl box, and he'd lower himself
down, and he'd hiss going into her while she grabbed both his butt cheeks
and guided him in, like a train in a tunnel, like a sword in a sheath. She
was too ready for him to hurt at all. It just felt good, this cock of her
brother, this dick of a big boy, sliding gently but firmly through her lost
little girlhood.

"Mmmm," she'd moan as he'd bottom out in her sweet, sweet girl hole. The
smell of butt and pussy and tender sweet love-sex rising up like a lusty
little fuck-cloud. A puff of aroma that filled both their senses and made
them both hotter, and harder, and wetter, and eager to cum.

And he'd slide his cock gently in and out of her. Gently at first, and then
with more passion. And sometimes Jaycee would cum when he fucked her. She
wouldn't even need to rub her clitty. Just shivered and came from the force
of his rubbing. Then she'd reach back and touch his stinky butthole. Touch
it with her own slender finger. And bring it up to the tip of his
under-nose. And she'd bite his lower lip and lick his pretty chin.

"Smell your butt," she'd whisper as he fucked her. "Smell your stinky butt
and cum in me, big brother."

"Unnnghhh...nnnngggg..uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he'd grunt, and his dick would pour
open, shooting what meager drops of nectar his 12-year-old body could
squirt in her cunt, while she laid back happy, shuddering and proud of
herself, being big enough, and hot enough, and nasty enough, and dirty
enough to make her brother fuck her again. Make her brother cum in her
twat.

Jaycee liked that power. Liked it when she fucked him.

Smelled her fingers and liked all the smells.

Her smells and his smells, lingering together.

She liked it when he fucked her.

She liked it a lot.

# # # # # # # # # #

Duncan Ryan Samuel Watson had two middle names (because he was an only
child named after both of his grandfathers), and he was 8-years-old, and he
liked to play Skylanders, and he liked to have his butt licked, and he sort
of liked to suck on Matthew's big boy penis, but he wasn't really sure yet,
and he definitely liked girls and the things between their legs, he just
hadn't had too many chances to get into one yet.

There was one thing he DID know for sure, and that was the fact that he
would NEVER lick on Matthew's butthole the way Matthew liked to lick on
his! Holy cow! No way! Have you seen that thing?

Even at 8, and 8's not known for pristine wiping skills, Duncan already
knew they must be out of toilet paper in Matthew's bathroom, because holy
smokes, that thing was dangerous!

Actually, honestly, he wasn't too grossed-out by it. Give a boy a butthole
and it's really only funny. And the fact that Matthew's was a shade darker
than the average, really didn't bother Duncan too much. The skids in
Matthew's undies? Nah. Who cares. Matthew was fun. And a big boy. And let
Duncan come over and play Skylanders on his Wii-U. Anytime he wanted. Up in
his room. But usually with his pants off.

"Gonna let me lick your butt again, Duncan Donuts?" Matthew teased, already
pawing at the younger boy's pants.

"Whatever," Duncan shrugged, as long as he could play the game. He plugged
in the portal and reached for Hog Wild Fryno, his favorite Trap Team
character.

Matthew had his pants shucked down in the time it took the game to boot
up. And his own cock out, stroking away, as he propped Duncan up on his
hands and knees, sort of ass-up in a beanbag chair, so the kid could play
while Matthew had a taste or two.

And that's exactly what he did.

While Duncan happily enjoyed the game, Matthew slowly pulled his undies
down. Cute little size 6 Fruit of the Looms with Iron Man today. Sometimes
it was Angry Birds. Last time it was Woverine.

And then that perfect butt came into view. Magnificent, perfect, cute
little boy butt. Matthew moaned and hardened in spite of himself, peeled
the pretty cheeks wide open and closed his eyes and inhaled what was
inside. Incredible.

And then opening his eyes, and gazing longingly at the sweet little rosebud
in the center of his vision, the stare of a boy who's in love with an anus
(a tender moment if ever there was on), he moved in slowly, already
salivating, until his tongue touched tissue, Duncan let out a giggle, and
both boys enjoyed the sweet hot excitement of the game in front of them.

Duncan played Wii for the next five minutes while Matthew at his ass
out. Licked and slurped and dug with his tongue. The little boy's cock got
hard, and Matthew reached up to stroke it for him.

Hard as a rock, he spit on his own cock, lubed it with his hand, stuck a
spit-slick finger into Duncan's back door, just to ready him, just to
stretch him out a little, then lube and stretch accomplished, slowly slid
his skinny stick of boy bone up the younger boy's tight-as-hell poop chute,
drawing a moan from Matthew and a giggle from Duncan.

"Sweet little boy pussy," Matthew groaned as he fucked him.

And Duncan giggled again. "Boy pussy" he thought, rolling his eyes. What a
dumb name.

But Matthew wasn't laughing. He was just lost in his reverie, rocking back
and forth, in and out of the younger boy, feeling the rectum squeeze around
his dick shaft, the walls of the boy chamber growing looser, and spongier,
and sweetly more pliant with every in and out stroke.

Grunting, happy, he came in the boy's ass. Felt his few drops of semen make
the tube even slipperier. Pushed forward and deeply and held it and
shivered.

That made Duncan wince a little. That little forward thrust to the deep
point. That one always caught him by surprise. When Matthew pushed. When
Matthew came.

Didn't stop his game-playing though.

Duncan went on unaffected and unperturbed, as Matthew's last boyquakes
simmered down and tapered off into the happy hot depths of the little boy's
love hole.

"Good boy," he whispered in Duncan's ear, and Duncan's pretty giggle filled
the room again.

"You can play in my room anytime," Matthew smiled. "Any time you want to."

# # # # # # # # # #

Jaycee and Duncan had also fucked.

Well, tried to fuck. But it didn't really work.

Duncan had come over to play Wii last year, but Matthew wasn't home.

Matthew had gotten into a little trouble at school that year.

He'd misread a signal and tried to touch his fourth grade math teacher's
dick through his pants. It was after school and the teacher was being nice
and he seemed really excited and agitated for some reason, and when he
reached out to pat Matthew on the head, Matthew thought it was going to be
a hot, horny hug, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached out with
his long little boy fingers and rubbed the teacher's penis through the
crotch of his pants.

And the teacher jerked back like his balls were on fire.

And yelled at him, "Matthew! What in the world are you doing?"

So, Matthew got the signal wrong, and he got in a hell of a lot of trouble
that year. A meeting was called. And he had to sit on a chair in the hall
feeling stupid, while his mom and dad talked to the principal and a social
worker and the school guidance counselor and who-knows who else was in
there.

And in the long run, nothing really happened over it. Matthew had to see a
really nice therapist lady who talked about anger and talked about
feelings, but never really talked about touching cocks through pants, which
seemed odd to Matthew because that's what he did.

And in the end, the therapist pronounced him fit for human consumption
again, because she signed a few clipboards, talked to his mom on the phone
a few times, and he never saw her again.

He was cured from touching teachers' cocks, he guessed. Because he sure
never touched one again. Not after all that crazy overreaction.

Besides, he didn't feel too bad about it.

Because what he didn't tell the therapist, or his mom, or his dad, or the
principle, or the guidance counselor, was the teacher was HARD when he
touched him. Oh yeah. He left out that part. He might have got in trouble
for touching a teacher's cock. But that teacher liked it. That teacher was
hard.

# # # # # # # # # #

So, while Matthew was sitting in the principal's hallway chair while his
mom and dad and half the world were trying to unlock his cock-touching sex
psyche, Jaycee and Duncan were back home in Jaycee's room, ostensibly under
the supervision of Christy Robin Fletcher, 15, from two houses down the
street, a frequent babysitter and somewhat cool girl who left the kids to
their own devices while she watched TiVo, and if no one was watching, put
her hand down her pants and masturbated her own pussy right there on the
couch. She liked the couch at the Sanders' house. It was comfy and fluffy
and just the right angle for pussy massaging.

In fact she was rubbing her pussy right then and there, remembering the
last time she babysat, the night she gave cute little Jaycee a bath, and it
ended with Jaycee standing, dripping in the bathtub and Christy down on her
knees licking the girl's little pussy into a wet, shivering orgasm. How she
fingered and lapped at that tasty little babyslit while the little girl
giggled and cooed in her arms. Christy's hands supporting the girl's
butt. Licking and lapping until the little girl squealed.

And then how she asked Jaycee to do the same for her. How she sat on the
closed toilet seat and the little girl kneeled between her legs, and licked
her slit and said "yummy" out loud. How she stroked the little girl's hair,
and could smell her own pussy, open and warm, as Jaycee ate her. And stuck
a finger in her wet box, and then surprise, surprise, with the juice-wet
lube, stuck it up her ass and licked her cunt to a shuddering cum.

That was hot, that bath with that sweet little girl. And Christy Robin
Fletcher, 15, was on the Sanders' couch right now, rubbing her pussy and
shuddering, remembering it. She always got wet when she came to the
Sanders' house.

So while she was downstairs doing that, Jaycee and Duncan were up in her
room with the door locked, naked as 7-year-old jaybirds, trying to fit a
square peg in a round hole.

It wasn't that they didn't know HOW to fuck. They understood the mechanics
that Duncan's little pecker had to somehow line up and slide into Jaycee's
little slit. Jaycee was no beginner at the playground. She normally went
down the big-girl slide since Matthew started fucking her.

So fucking, they knew. They understood the ins-and-the-outs of
cock-into-pussy. They just needed Duncan to come up with a couple more
inches to make it go in there, because what he had wasn't getting the job
done, no matter how they turned and twisted around.

Long story short, he tried to put it in her pussy, he tried to put it in
her butt, all it did was just keep slipping out making them both all horny
and hands-up and frustrated.

Eventually they settled for sucking and licking. He went first and then she
took a turn. Eventually, they discovered they could do it at the same time,
and in what remained of their sweet childhood innocence, they thought they
invented 69 right there on the spot.

She sucked his penis and brought him to a bumpy little boy climax, him
grunting and twitching and wriggling in her mouth, his little hot babystick
much too young to shoot the cock drops her brother gave her, but alive and
dancing all the same.

"Honey fucker, honey fucker!" he yelled as his dick-twitched. She had no
idea what "honey fucker" meant, no earthly idea at all, but it seemed to
mean something to him, because he sure kept yelling it while he was cumming
on her taste buds.

After he was done, he got back to business and licked at her slit hole
until she did the same. Moaning and pushing and grinding her hairless cunny
up against him (which he had to say, tasted really, really good. So good in
fact, that in years ahead, little Duncan would grow up to be a confidently
straight and confirmed, grade-A pussy hound, in spite of Matthew's efforts
to turn him into a cock-hungry bottom boy).

Nope. There was no chance that Duncan would turn out gay. Once he got a
taste of Jaycee's snatch, the deal was pretty-much sealed. Duncan liked
pussy. Jaycee never offered him a piece of hers after that, but Duncan
always had it in the back of his mind, sometimes even when Matthew was
fucking him. After all, a Wii was a Wii, but a pussy was a pussy.

# # # # # # # # # #

Darien Dotson, the fourth grade math teacher, it should be noted for the
record, was not even hard because that cock-hungry little boner boy Matthew
Sanders grabbed him in the junk. Oh, for fuck's sake no. He was hard
because it was 3:30 p.m. in his after-school haven, and he was about to get
his afternoon visit from neighboring high-schooler Christy Robin Fletcher,
who babysat his kids on Tuesday afternoon bowling league days, and almost
certainly could be counted on for a hell of a hummer when he drove her to
his house after she met him at the school.

She always had her hands down her pants and her mouth around his man bone,
that one. You could set your watch by her.

He'd unloaded his pent-up teacher jizz in that hot warm mouth too many
times to count, Christy moaning and fingering her slit as she sucked him
right there on the road driving through town. "Hi," he'd smile and wave at
passing cars with his cock so far down her talented throat it made his eyes
water.

So, no. He wasn't hard because a fourth-grade boy was grabbing his cock. He
was hard because Christy was on her way to his room and his 7-incher was
already pulling a Pavlov's Dog.

Hard for a fourth grade boy? That's ridiculous.

Although come to think of it, in retrospect, the little fucker did have a
really nice ass that year.

He sure did.

A really nice ass.

He was always scratching it though.

Like it itched or something.

Darien went home that night and jacked off thinking about Matthew's hot,
itchy ass. Then in the morning he jacked off again. And jacked off two more
times that next week, imagining he took the little fucker up on his offer.

But then the day after that, he forgot all about him. Because Christy was
coming again.

He adjusted his cock, breathed in his palm and checked his breath. Time to
give the babysitter another protein load. Open up, pretty baby, and don't
forget to say "daddy." He liked it when she called him "daddy" before she
sucked him.

It made him want to feed her his daddy juice.

# # # # # # # # # #

But let's leave the school yard and the year that all that happened.

Down the street and back in the present, Riker and Riley Guererro (you
don't really need to know their middle names, because they're only going to
fuck once), were talking about that new kid down the street, Jacob Shipman,
who could apparently bend in the middle and suck his own cock.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Riker, taking his pants off and trying to do it
himself, only to wind up a grunting, sweaty mess.

"I know. Impossible, right?" said Riley, stripping bare and attempting the
same. Again, no luck. Close, my friends, but no cigarillo.

The two boys, naked, decided to service each other instead, since clearly
auto-fellatio was out of the question.

Riker liked to suck most, but Riley was a fucker.

Both boys were taking it up the ass good and hard from Matthew Sanders the
next street over.

Matthew found them first at summer Camp Starlander – the twins weren't
going back this year – they didn't like that creepy guy that ran the
place and always tried to smell their gym shorts – you could make some
good money from that guy, but he was still sort of creepy. So the twins
were going to beg off this year, but Matthew was going back apparently. And
rumor had it he was already bunking up with Jacob "Pretzel Boy" Shipman,
who could notoriously, famously, talk-of-the-town, bend in the middle.

"I wish I could do what that kid can do," said Riker with a sigh as he
buried his face in his brother's hairless pubis, sighing in comfort at the
familiar graham-crackery smell.

"Why?" asked his brother. "You've got me. I'll bend in the middle for you."

His brother returned the favor, sixty-nining with enthusiasm and popping
the cap off the Vaseline on his bedstand, rubbing a finger in his brother's
little rosebud, getting him pried open and ready for the fuck that was sure
to follow. His brother moaned when he did it, and pushed back in eagerness,
though he wished it was Matthew's somewhat bigger, thicker, 12-year-old
cock, not his brother's slender but sufficient mini-model.

Matthew taught both boys everything they knew about butt fucking.

He taught them how good it felt to have your butt licked and your balls
sucked before you did it.

He taught Riker how to take a deep breath and push out like he was pooping
when his brother's cock went up his sphincter.

He taught Riley how to lay down on his back with his head tilted over the
side of the bed so his brother's cock could go deeper into his throat.

He taught them what a butt finger was, and how when Matthew grinned and
said "smell my finger," you were probably better off skipping that part.

Matthew knew a lot about boy sex. Not a lot about hygiene, but a whole lot
about boy sex. The twins had seen Matthew fuck just about everybody. They
watched with interest as he fucked his own sister, then they each took a
turn on Jaycee themselves, Riker in her butt and Riley in her pussy.

Jaycee was a dirty one when she fuck-talked, and they both kind of liked
it.

"Fuck it in my cunt, you fuckers," she whispered when they fucked her, one
in each hole until Matthew squatted over her face feeding her his thick
one, temporary muffling her sex talk.

"Watch this," he grinned, and pulling it out, he jacked it a few times
until a clear hot shot of watery boy jizz shot out in crystal splendor and
landed smack-snack, right on Jaycee's lips. She giggled and gobbled and
licked it all down. Then sucked his cock head looking for a little more.

That was all it took. Riker saw that and he shot in her butt. Riley felt
that and he squirted her pussy. One two three like dominoes. One in her
mouth, one in her ass, one in her tingly little girl hole, which got its
own shivers that day, several times over.

And they watched Matthew fuck each other, of course. He always fucked Riley
just a little bit harder. They were not sure how that started, but they
both sort of liked it. Riker got a slow one with kisses on his neck, but
Riley got a pounding, sometimes with his hair pulled. However it started,
it was too late to stop it. Matthew liked to fuck them and the boys were
used to getting it.

They even hid in the closet one day after begging and watched Matthew fuck
Duncan Watson, the kid down the street. That was a good one. The kid was
bent over a beanbag chair and never even stopped playing his video game
while Matthew spit on his cock and lined it up with the kid's ass and
fucked him in and out until he got his twitches.

"Sweet little boy pussy" he grunted as he fucked him.

And "Good boy, that's a good boy," as he unloaded in his asshole.

Told him he could play in his room anytime. And the kid, ass up and open,
never even missed a stroke on his video game. Now that's talent.

"Still wish I could suck myself," said Riker, as his twin brother got ready
to fuck him. "It would be different. Different's good."

"You want different?" Riley giggled. "I got different."

Suddenly Riker jumped three feet in the air as his little butt exploded in
unexpected wild sensation!

"Oh my God!" he giggled. "What the hell was that??"

"An ice cube," Riker giggled.

"An ice cube???" Riley shouted.

And the two boys tore into each other, wrestling and giggling, the
creativity of brotherhood, the camaraderie of the butt-fucked. Two boys
laughing, giggling and fucking. An afternoon of boyhood, inventive and
funny and dirty and pure.

# # # # # # # # # #

Meanwhile, back in Jacob's room, a few weeks before the two boys would
become firm-fucking bunkmates in the summer camp they'd share that year...

"You bend in the middle," Jacob told Matthew. The 11-year-old flipped his
legs up and did just that, while the 12-year-old kid he'd brought home from
school stood mouth agape, not quite sure what was hotter, the sight of
Jacob sucking his own little boner, or the wide-open view of Jacob's little
rosebud, pink and promising, and splayed wide open by default of
contortion.

"Oh, wow," Matthew whispered. "Oh wow, wow, wow," and even then, he wasn't
sure if he was talking about the dick-sucking or the view of the "hole"
enchilada.

"You wanna try to suck yours?" Jacob asked hopefully, coming up for
air. Because, truly, it was great fun to suck your own dick, but it was
also a great way to see all the other kids' dicks in the neighborhood by
tossing out a "you try" dare. "You try next" had gotten Jacob a lot of
peenie peeks and a lot of butthole peeks this past, suckable summer.

"Why not?" shrugged Matthew, pretty sure he couldn't do it...but eager as
hell to get his own hard cock out. If it meant getting his penis a few
discarded fabric layers closer to the cute little starfish he'd just seen
winking in the wind, he would have signed up for eight weeks of yoga with
his mother.

He wasn't even out of his underwear yet when Jacob's eyes lit up and he
said, "What's that smell?"

"Oh, that's just me," Matthew shrugged. "My butt. It does that sometimes."

"Wow," said Jacob. He'd never smelled a kid's butt through his underwear
before. From two feet away.

"Yeah," said Matthew, stepping out of his undies and throwing them in the
corner. "It itches sometimes."

He reached in his crack, gave it a scratch and gave it a sniff.

"Wanna smell my finger?" he asked Jacob innocently.

"Maybe later," said Jacob. "I wanna see if you can suck your own cock
first."

Matthew tried, but it was no dice. He laid back on Jacob's bed, bent in the
middle, but the most he could do was grunt and feel frustrated that his
cock was still a good two inches from his straining mouth, opening and
closing, snapping like a fish, so close, and yet so far.

Jacob on the other hand was enjoying a birds-eye view of every bit of
Matthew, splayed open and all-boy and beautiful on his Superman
bedspread. In fact, Matthew's winking asshole, a little bit nasty, that was
for sure, was just about lined up with the rock hard squareness of
Superman's chin. And he had to admit, that was kind of hot, watching his
stinky new friend nearly sitting on Superman's face. Without thinking too
much about it, he started rubbing his own dick, which was getting hard,
wondering what the real Superman would think with an ass like that pointed
at his super sniffer.

Matthew, giving up, unbent, sat up and watched his new friend rubbing his
cock. He reached down and started rubbing his own. The two boys didn't say
anything. Just watched each other stroke for a few seconds until Matthew
spoke up.

"You jack off a lot?" he asked.

"All the time," said Jacob. "You?"

"Yeah," said Matthew. "As much as I can."

"Wanna do each other?" asked Jacob.

"Yeah, sure." said Matthew.

The two boys sat next to each other on the bed, and dry-handed, reached out
and started slowly stroking each other's hard cocks. Matthews was a little
thicker Jacob noticed with interest, but length-wise, they were pretty
evenly matched. 11 and 12-years-old. Four-and-a-half hard inches, straining
for five. Slender cocks. Narrow cocks. Ass-poking, all-boy, pretty cocks.

"You suck?" asked Matthew.

"If you want," Jacob said, and he went down on Matthew without a second's
hesitation. That was what he wanted after all. That was the whole point of
bending in the middle. So he could finally find a boy here to mess around
with.

"Oh wow," gasped Matthew as the smaller boy went down on him and gobbled
his cock like an expert. He'd made the offer. He just didn't expect to be
taken up on it so quickly.

Jacob went down on him, sucked him good up and down without a hint of teeth
scraping, and Matthew moaned in appreciation. And the more he sucked, the
more he decided he DID like the smell of Matthew's heady ass, all musky and
sweet, not offensive at all. Just earthy and strong, like a puff of boy
air, like the smell trapped inside a bag of potato chips when you first
open it up. Strong, but good. As Matthew put his hands on his head and
helped guide the other boy up and down on his stick, Jacob closed his eyes,
took the cock way deep in his throat and breathed in. Yeah. He liked that
smell. That smell of Matthew. He didn't know he'd like that until
today. Sometimes you never know until you're down there.

Matthew, getting too close, grabbed his head and pulled him off his cock.

"My turn," he said, and he switched positions, kneeled on the floor and
took Jacob's cock into his mouth, salty and sweet. It was especially hot,
knowing he was sucking Jason's little bullet, already coated with the boy's
own saliva from when he bent in the middle and sucked it by himself. They
hadn't even kissed yet and he was already licking on Jacob's spit.

Jacob liked having his cock sucked. It was good to have another boy suck
your cock. Say all you want for the luck you've got if you could do it to
yourself, but hands-down, it's way more pleasurable when another boys doing
it for you. And the way Matthew was going, deep throating, then pulling up
on the shaft with hard, exquisite suction, stopping occasionally to run his
tongue across Jacob's hairless pubis, under his balls, a wet tongue lapping
between his balls and his thighs, Jacob knew this boy had done stuff
before. A lot of stuff. The kind of stuff he wanted to do a lot. All the
time.

Matthew sucked his finger and slid it up Jacobs ass a little.

"Ssss," Jason hissed, as the finger went, not expecting it.

Matthew touched his own anus. Brought it up to Jacob's nose.

"Smell my finger," he grinned, as he sucked on Jacob's cock. Mumbled words
between sweet cock mouthfuls.

"Smell me," he said. "Then smell you."

He sucked and licked, and Jacob moaned and pushed and went into olfactory
overload, smelling Matthew on one finger, and himself on another. Back and
forth. First one ass, then the other. They were sweet, and hot and
different, and it made him want to cum.

"You fuck?" Matthew asked him, coming up for air, smelling both
finger. Putting one under one nostil, and one under the other. He smiled
when he smelled them. "You're good down there. I want to fuck it."

Jacob was hot. He wanted the bigger boy.

"I fucked once," he said. "My cousin. I was on the top."

"I don't like being on the bottom," Matthew said. "I always get the top."

"Okay," Jacob shrugged. He wanted this boy. It looked like he was going to
be on the bottom if this became a habit.

"You want me to go slow?" Matthew asked?

"Yeah, really slow," said Jacob, admittedly a little nervous.

"Relax," said Matthew. "It'll feel good. I promise."

"Okay," said Jacob with a shiver, anticipating. "But not hard, okay? You're
my first in there."

Matthew laid him back on the bed and grabbing his ankles, lifted his legs
up. The boy really was flexible. It was nothing to hold his legs high in
the air as he moved his face down, zeroed in on the boy's tiny pink pucker
hole and began to eat him skillfully. Slowly at first, just great leisurely
licks that made Jacob shudder and moan and push back against him, then
deeper probes with his tongue and his fingers, tasting the sweet copper
bitterness of Jacob's sweet starfish inside and out. This went on for many
long minutes, Jacob writhing, his senses on fire, Matthew with his face
buried in the other boy's ass, slurping and long-lapping, his tongue
dancing like wet fire at Jacob's back door, eating him hungrily and
gratefully, like the last kid in the lunch line.

"Ohhhh," whimpered Jacob, and he sounded a little like a hungry little
puppy. "I think I want it in me now. I think I want your cock inside me."

Matthew didn't say anything. Just stood up, pulled Jacob's ass to the very
edge of the bed, and holding his ankles up with one hand, spit on his cock,
spit on his hand with the other one, got it thick with spit, hard as a rock
already and pushed it forward to Jacob's waiting pucker, all bright read
and glistening from the spit of Matthew's rimming.

He pushed himself forward and the head met resistance.

"Go slow! Go slow!" Jacob winced in panic.

"Shhhh," Matthew whispered. "S'okay. Just push out a little. Like you have
to go poop."

Jacob closed his eyes. And he tried. And he did. He relaxed his
sphincter. Relaxed. Pushed out. And the head of Matthew's cock slid into
him with a form-fitting "pop." One you couldn't hear in the room or in real
life, but one you could definitely hear in Jacob's mind. He'd waited a long
time to hear that "pop" in his head, and Matthew was providing it
expertly. This boy knew how to fuck.

Matthew's shaft slid slowly up his asshole. A half inch at a time, still
coated with spit (he took it out once to spit a little more on it, then
quickly slid it back in), he bottomed-out in now time and began the slow
in-and-out of making Jacob his boy for real.

"Oh, that's cool," said Jacob in awe of it. "I can't believe you're doing
it. I can't believe you're fucking me."

Matthew felt proud, like he did fucking anybody.

"Not so bad, huh?" he grinned as he fucked him.

"It feels so full I can feel it in my tummy," said Jacob. "I can feel it up
in my throat."

Matthew grinned and fucked him deeper.

"Oh," Jacob said. To the ceiling. To Matthew's eyes. "I think I like this a
lot."

"Good," Matthew said, looking down at him in all seriousness. "Because I'm
gonna fuck you a lot."

Jacob shivered.

"A lot," Matthew repeated with solemn intent. "I like to fuck other kids A
LOT."

Jacob smiled and closed his eyes. So, it wouldn't be a boyfriend thing,
having Matthew all to himself. But that was okay. That was okay if it still
felt like this.

"Who else do you fuck?" Jacob whispered as Matthew fucked in and out of
him.

"My sister," grunted Matthew, picturing her little pussy in his mind.

"Oh, hot," Jacob whispered. "Is she tight? Does she like it?"

"Oh, yeah," Matthew whispered back. "She's tight. She's wet. I fuck her
just like this. Just like I'm fucking you. Right in her pussy, right in her
ass."

Jacob began to moan. It was even hotter with the dirty talk.

"Who else?" he begged. "Who else do you fuck like this?"

"There's Riker. And Riley. The twins down the street." He punctuated each
sentence with a long thrust of his cock that went right up into Jacob's
ass.

He pulled out quickly. Spit some more. Stuck it back in.

"Oh yeah," Jacob said. "Twin boys. Fuck `em hard."

Matthew picked up his pace. Gave Jacob some harder thrusts. Pictured the
twins.

"Riker likes it soft," he grunted, demonstrating his method.

"Yeah," Jacob said. "That's hot. That's nice."

"But Riley likes it harder," he grinned, and he rammed it inside him.

"Nnngh," Jacob grunted. "Oh yeah. That's good."

"Gonna fuck you soft like Riker," Matthew said. "Then I'm gonna fuck you
hard like Riley."

"Oh yeah," Jacob said. "Who else? Who else?"

"Duncan," Matthew grunted, getting so close now. So close to coming,
fucking Jacob's open ass with his legs in the air.

"Oh fuck," said Jacob. "The little boy? The little one?"

"Yeah," said Matthew. "I fuck him doggie style while he plays my video
games."

"Oh fuck. Oh yeah."

"He doesn't even blink. Just kneels there and takes it."

"Oh fuck."

"Good boy," Matthew murmured, thinking of Duncan's sweet hole.

"And me," Jacob whispered. "Tell me you like fucking me."

"Oh, I love fucking you," whispered Matthew. "I'm gonna fuck you a LOT from
now on. I'm gonna fuck you forever."

Jacob closed his eyes and let this older, wiser, more experienced boy fill
him with his cock. A cock that had been inside Riley. And Riker, And
Duncan. And Jaycee. And rhythm. And fucking. And Jacob. And hotness. And
fuck me. And fuck me. And each name was a thrust in his asshole. Each name
was a hot, two-syllable fuck word.

"You going to camp this summer?" Matthew asked him between thrusts. Pulling
out again. Spitting on his dick. Putting it back in.

"Yeah," said Jacob staring at his boy lover.

"Good," Matthew said, digging his cock in deeper. "Because I'm gonna fuck
you there, too."

Jacob shuddered. Reached up. Pulled Matthews face down to his. Kissed him
hard. Sucked his tongue. The two boys fucked, and kissed and grunted. Jacob
reached a finger between Matthew's sticky butt cheeks and brought it
between their noses.

"Smell my finger," he giggled. But Matthew wasn't smiling. That was a hot
smell to Matthew a turn-on smell. That's why he liked it so much. That's
why he kept himself itchy. He took a deep sniff and redoubled his efforts.

"Now I'm really gonna fuck you," he grunted.

"Yeah?" dared Jacob.

"Yeah," said Matthew.

And he lifted his legs even farther now, and damn, that kid really could
bend in the middle, and he fucked him like wildfire, pounded his hot,
tight, boy-squishy ass until Jacob was panting, and clutching at the
bedspread, and gasping and shaking and bursting into boygasm without even
touching his own twitching cock.

"So good!" he shouted, "NNNGH! SO GOOD!"

And with a final hard thrust Matthew bottomed-out inside the earth-open
fuckhole he was plowing and filled little Jacob with the sperming of a
lifetime.

"NNNNNGGGGGH, you FUCKER!" he shouted and grunted. "So HOT, so TIGHT!"

And his jets squirted out, not clear-watery sweet-nectar this time, but
whiter jizz, thicker, hardier big-boy cum. He's see it later as he ate it
out of Jacob's gaping ass. The first ejaculate that made him a big boy. The
first hot cum shot that made him a man.

Jacob hugged him and Matthew collapsed on top.

"So good," he whispered. "You fucked me so good."

Matthew kissed him. Held him and kissed him.

Liked the salt from his sweaty neck. Licked the salt drop from his sweaty
hair, right by his ear lobe, trickling down.

"We're gonna be really good friends," Jacob whispered to him.

"Really good friends," Matthew agreed. And the two boys kissed, and they
kissed some more.

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And that's how it all got started between Matthew and Jacob. And they did
go to camp. And they did come back wiser (and a little bit richer, but
that's another story). And they did spend their days and their nights and
their sweet after-school hours with all those hot kids in the neighborhood.

There was Duncan, and Riker, and Riley and Jaycee. And before the year was
over, Matthew and Jacob had fucked them all. One at a time or sometimes
together. There was even that babysitter, Christy Robin Fletcher. They
fucked her too. Though he had to admit, thought Jacob as he nailed her, he
sort of liked pussy, but he didn't like the hair.

A neighborhood summer. A moment; a snapshot. Two boys in love, and a world
full of friends.

Sometimes the nicest things happen when you bend in the middle.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com