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Kid's Stuff (gay)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1995
**
School was starting in another month. It seemed that summer had
only begun and already it was half over. The nights were getting
cooler and the leaves had begun to change colour. God, how I hated
this time of year! I decided that I'd get out of bed anyway and
pulled on my old sweatpants and t-shirt. I grabbed two apples and
banged the screen-door on my way out knowing I'd catch shit for it
later.
My bike was leaning against the garage where I had left it and I
hopped on, pedaling furiously to my best friend Phil's place, about
a mile away. I took the scenic route as opposed to the new
highway. Nobody was up at this time of day and I swerved
precariously from one side of the road to the other.
Phil's parents were away for the summer and his older brother was
left in charge. What a joke! Steve wasn't even there half the
time - he dropped in every once in a while to shit, shower and
shave and to make sure the house was still standing. His car was
in the driveway when I rode up on my bike so I entered the house
quietly and as quickly as possible so as not to wake him.
I tiptoed into the living room and up the stairs to Phil's room.
His brother Steve's room was just across the hall and the door was
ajar. I didn't bother knocking on the door - I just opened it and
went inside.
Phil looked so peaceful lying in his bed with his dark hair
disheveled and hiding his smooth face. I watched him for a moment
before jumping onto the bed, almost knocking him to the floor. He
woke up startled and grabbed me into his strong arms. He
outweighed me by about twenty pounds so there was no contest. He
wrestled me beneath him and wrapped his blankets tightly around me.
He sat on me, pinning me down with a muscular leg on either side
of my chest. He smiled down at me and let me struggle and sweat
until I was out of breath.
He stretched languidly, his firm young body arching back in the
warm autumn sun. His knees were holding my head in place and he
moved back and forth, subtly inching his bulging crotch toward me.
I tried to pull away but the more I protested, the closer he
moved. I looked helplessly up at him and he smiled at me, his
white shorts jutting out, almost touching me. I gave up the battle
and lay there passively as he swayed seductively before me.
The physical battle was over but the war that was going on inside
of my head had just begun. I had always admired Phil. Not just
physically, though he was much stronger than me, but as a brotherly
figure. He was always good at sports and if not for him, half the
guys that called themselves my friends would never even bother with
me.
I had a dream once about Phil that had bothered me for a long time.
We were on our bikes - actually we were on the same bike and Phil
was driving. I was sitting on the crossbar and we were going down
a long, treelined hill. I looked down between my legs and saw that
we were both naked. There was no crossbar on the bike and I was
sitting astraddle Phil's erect penis. My body was pressed back
against his and he slid his long, hard cock back and forth between
my legs.
I awoke from my dream with my cock throbbing and sperm spewing
thickly from its swollen head. By the time I was fully awake, my
chest and stomach were soaked with my discharge. I picked my
pajama bottoms up off the floor and wiped myself off as best I
could. I felt so ashamed and confused that I didn't see Phil for
two days. When he called, I told him that I was busy and couldn't
go out.
I thought about my dream as I struggled against him on the bed. I
managed to work one arm free and moved it above my head as if to
strike him but he jerked forward and grabbed it. His crotch was
now firmly nestled against my face and I could smell his sweet,
masculine odor.
He didn't move at first and I could feel his dick throbbing through
the thin material of his shorts. He began rubbing himself back and
forth across my face, grinding his long, thick cock against my
mouth. My tongue moved forward almost against my will and tested
drops of precome that leaked through his jockey shorts. It tasted
salty and good and I almost hated myself for liking it and wanting
more. I opened my mouth and captured his prickhead, lovingly
sucking him through his underwear.
His body tensed and his cock began to jerk spasmodically. Sperm
oozed through his shorts and dripped into my hungry mouth. I
curled my lips around his cockhead and drank my friend's ejaculate.
He finally stopped moving above me and his body relaxed. I kept
the head of his dick in my mouth, straining the last drops of his
load into my eager mouth. His cock softened in my mouth and he
moved his hand down to my head and gently stroked my hair.
"Geez, I'm really sorry, Larry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to
go that far but I was so fuckin' horny." He looked at me licking
the last of his load and I smiled at him. "It's ok," I said, "I
didn't mind."
"Oh yeah, maybe we can try again sometime," he said with a wink.
He got out of bed and walked catlike to the bathroom which
separated his room from his brother Steve's. I lay back on his bed
with my arms behind my head and watched him going about his morning
routines.
He slicked back his foreskin and stood before the toilet with his
legs spread wide. His cock hung freely down and a strong stream of
golden urine issued forth. He rubbed his hands over his broad,
hairless chest stroking his nipples and making them harden. He
finished pissing and shook his cock to get rid of the last drops.
He slid his prepuce back into place and stepped back into the
bedroom.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked, picking his sweatpants
off a chair and stepping into them.
"I dunno," I answered, "Anything you wanna do is alright with me."
We went downstairs to the kitchen and Phil took two bowls from the
cupboard. He filled them with dry cereal and put them on the
table. He poured milk into the bowls and laid out the sugar bowl
and spoons. We sat at the table, with Phil at the head and me just
beside him. His leg rubbed against mine under the table and he
left it there, pushing it against mine from time to time.
Steve came down when we finished breakfast and greeted us with a
yawn. His bathrobe sash was loosely tied around his waist. He
went to the fridge and as he bent over, his short robe climbed up,
exposing the bottom of his ass and low-hanging balls. Phil looked
at me smiling and smacked his brother firmly on his bare butt.
"Hey bro," he laughed, "If you don't mind, we just ate." Steve
jerked upright, banging his head on the fridge door. He rubbed his
head with one hand and his reddening asscheek with the other.
"Watch it twerp," he said to his younger brother giving him a
playful push. His robe had fallen open and I couldn't help but
stare at his full cock. He didn't bother covering himself and
looked at me tauntingly. His already big cock began to thicken and
the foreskin slowly slid back exposing his pink cockhead.
"Oh, baby brother, look what you're doing to me. I'll have to go
and jerk off now, unless ..." He left the sentence hanging as he
glanced slyly back and forth between his brother and me. I felt a
huge lump in my throat but it was nothing compared to the lump I
had growing in my pants.
"He looks interested," Steve said to Phil, motioning towards me.
Maybe we can show him how the men do it." Phil looked at me
sheepishly as his brother's hardening cock grazed his chin. Phil
didn't move away, but moved his head back and forth, stroking his
brother's swollen dick with his cheek.
"Why don't we go up to my room where we can all get more
comfortable," Steve suggested, grabbing a six-pack of beer from the
fridge. I was on my feet before he could finish his sentence.
Steve was right - I was interested. My cock was leaking and the
front of my sweats were moist with my adolescent precome. I moved
toward the stairs with Steve and Phil following. A hand caressed
my ass as I went toward Steve's room and I thrust out my butt to
meet it.
"Well, make yourselves at home guys," Steve said as he threw his
robe into a corner and laid back on the bed. "I guess you know
where everything is," he said, smiling broadly at Phil. He peeled
a beer from the pack and snapped open the top. He tossed one to
his brother and one to me. "So, Larry, you don't have to be shy
with Phil and me" he said, as he rubbed a big hand across his
muscular stomach. He lay on the bed, supporting his head with one
hand as he caressed himself with the other "Why don't you give him
a hand?" he asked his brother.
Phil had removed his t-shirt and seemed to be waiting for me to do
the same. He came over to where I was standing and his hard cock
brushed against mine through our sweatpants. He ran his hands over
my chest and stomach - I felt a shock and had trouble breathing.
Steve lay smiling on his bed, stroking his big cock as he watched
us slowly undressing.
Phil stepped out of his sweatpants, his cock slapping wetly against
his stomach. He knelt before me and slid my pants down to my feet.
He moved me to the bed and sat me down on the edge. He ran his
hands up my legs, coming so close to my bobbing dick without quite
touching it. Steve lifted a muscular leg and placed it across my
chest. I could feel Phil's hot breath on my pulsing penis - his
tongue lashed out to catch a hot drop of precome as it formed on my
dickhead and slid down the length of my rod.
Steve's cock was inches from my face and I moved closer, fascinated
by it's fullness. His foreskin was fully retracted and his manly
aroma wafted up to my nostrils. I took his full balls in my hand
and squeezed gently. He moaned softly and spread his legs further,
giving me full access to his genitals and anus.
Phil swallowed my prick and extended his tongue to lick at my
balls. He teased my puckered hole with a moistened finger, rubbing
it back and forth across my tight orifice, dipping gently inside my
virgin ass. He grasped my cock below the balls causing it to stand
out thickly. He pushed my legs apart and licked the smooth area
between my balls and my quivering hole. He pulled my cheeks apart
with both hands and probed deep inside with his tongue. I opened
my ass to him as he gently sucked my willing hole. I lay back
against Steve's leg as he slid further down on the bed, his
throbbing dick brushed against my face.
I slid my hand up the length of his swollen manhood. This
particular part of the male anatomy fascinated me, having been
circumcised at birth. I grasped his dick firmly and pulled
upwards, licking at the rosebud of skin. There seemed to be so
much of it. He guided my hand, working it along the length of his
penis, milking his dick and smearing his copious lubricant over my
lips. I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin, swirling it around,
sucking out the manly fluids. He fed me his prepuce, holding his
cock firmly at the base with a big fist. I pursed my lips around
his foreskin as he put it into my mouth.
I repositioned myself on the bed so that I was kneeling between
Steve's outstretched legs. He held my head steady with both hands
and began fucking into my mouth. Phil, behind me now, probed my
widespread asshole with his fingers and tongue. My young cock had
never felt so hard, and jerked upward with each heartbeat. Phil
as on his knees behind me and rubbing his hard, wet meat along my
asscrack. From time to time he coaxed precome out of his dick,
greasing my hole, pushing just the tip of his hot cock into my
tight hole. I pushed my ass back against him and the wide head
slid into my butthole. I had braced myself to feel pain and when
none came I rocked back letting Phil's pulsing member ease into my
gut. He reached around to squeeze my balls and smear my precome
along the length of my prick. He drove his cock into my wet hole
as I took more and more of his brother's fat rod into my throat.
Phil held my hips stationary as he pistoned in and out of my gaping
hole. I thrust back to meet him, sending his prick deep inside.
When he pushed forward he sent Steve's cock deep into my throat. I
was being plugged from both ends by my best friend and his big
brother and had never been happier.
I felt Phil's meat expanding in my ass and reached behind to pull
him deeper inside of me. "Oh yeah," I moaned, "Fuck me harder...
that's sooooo good. Fuck me ..."
Steve's cock was hitting the back of my throat with every upward
stroke and my nose nestled into his pubic hair. His balls were
tight in their sac and his rod thickened, cutting off my breath and
filling my throat.
Phil was pressed firmly against my butt and swayed back and forth,
sending his hot load into my guts. He touched my cock and I
started shooting load after hot load onto the sheets below me.
Steve moaned deeply as he arched his hips, ejaculating into my
throat. I pulled back to taste his cum on my tongue, pushing
Phil's still erupting cock deeper inside of me.
I lay down on my side, bringing Phil with me, Steve's softening
penis still in my throat. I clenched my hole tightly around Phil's
prick as I licked up the last of his brother's load.
"Can we try that again?" I asked, "I'm not sure I caught
everything..."