Archive-name: Samesex/summhere.mb
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Archive-title: Summer's Here - Chapters 1 to 6


(m/m, man/boy, youth/boy)


Summers Here - Chapter 1

Summer is a great time to be out of work.  It's worth saving up all year so
I can be around when my young friends are out of school.  Spending time 
with a boy can really make you understand what's important in life.

If the subject of sex came up (as it eventually will with boys) I 
encouraged them to be open and talk as much as they were comfortable with. 
I would always suggest that they speak with their parents or with an older 
brother instead of the strange bachelor down the block.  They usually felt 
more comfortable asking me.  Unfortunately it seemed that the type of boy I
attracted was generally the product of a messy divorce and lived alone with
his mom and a variety of annoying siblings.  Some of them asked endless 
strings of questions others only wanted to know one particular item or 
trivial piece of information.

I always kept the porno magazines hidden and refused every plea for 
cigarettes and liquor.  Let them get it some other way.  I was purely 
interested in their affections - and bodies, but that wasn't even a 
requirement.

I was half an hour into my afternoon nap when the door slammed downstairs. 
None of them had to knock.   If the door was unlocked they were always 
welcome.  They also knew that I didn't place any demands on them.  If they 
wanted to play video games all day or get something to eat I was just as 
happy to watch them do that.

In my half-sleep I tried to guess whom it might be by the weight of his 
steps on the stairs.  I didn't have to wait long to find out.  Brian 
plopped his 13 year old body onto the empty side of my queen-size bed with 
a jumping belly flop that rattled the walls.

"So wake up!" moaned Brian showing obvious disgust with my lethargy.  
"You're not even supposed to be here.  You're supposed to be at work" he 
added as though he knew my schedule by heart.

"Work sucks.  I'm on leave for a while.  I hate working in the summer 
anyway." I grunted cuddling back into my pillow and turning my back towards
him.

"So let's do something." urged Brian "I have to be home by six.  That's 
only two hours," he emphasized the urgency by snapping the elastic of my 
briefs.  I felt the sting and ignored it.  He did it again, but harder.  I 
pretended to start snoring.  He pulled down my briefs in back and started 
slapping my bare ass.  I rolled over face up.  "You make it a bit tough to 
say no," I smiled.  "Well you're up at least.  How's Henry doing?"  He 
reached down and grabbed my penis through the cotton material and kneaded 
it in his young hand.  For some reason his nickname for my penis was 
'Henry.' Who knows why.

"I take it that means you don't want to get your ass kicked at Street 
Fighter again," I teased. "Hey.  I won the last game," he shot back 
squeezing my penis extra hard for emphasis.  "Yea, because you had me up 
'til 4:30 in the morning.  I could barely stay awake." "You old dudes can't
hang.  Make way for the next generation," taunted Brian as he stood up and 
jumped up and down on the bed over my body.  I grabbed him and dragged him 
down until he was sitting on my stomach leaning back against my thighs 
which I had raised to give him a comfortable seat.  This was not an unusual
pose for us.  He flicked at my chest absentmindedly.  My hands were behind 
my head on the pillow and he tugged at the patch of hair under my arm.  "So
when do you think I'll get hair?"  "Where?" I answered.  "Anywhere!" he 
sighed.  "I told you before.  Every boy is different.  Some get it at 10 or
11 and some don't until they're 15 or 16,"  I answered.  "But when do YOU 
think I'll get mine," he demanded.  "I'd just be guessing."  "So guess."  
"Let's see, you're 13 and a half now.  You're pretty fair skinned.  A 
ballpark figure would be around 14 with a real good amount by the time 
you're 14 and a half or 15.  That's as close as I can guess."  "Well you're
wrong smart guy." he smiled.

"Check this out."  He stood up still straddling my body and dropped his 
pants and underwear revealing his smooth, lean body.  This was nothing new 
to me.  I had been doing whatever Brian had wanted sexually since he was 
12.  He had a perpetual hardon and always wanted his dick sucked.  I 
maneuvered out from under him and pushed him down onto the bed.  I unlaced 
his shoes and shucked off his pants and shorts.  I grabbed his legs under 
the knee and pulled him to the edge of the bed.  "Hands up home-boy," I 
said as I raised his shirt to finish stripping him naked.  "I still don't 
know why you always want me nude," he said as he shook his head at me.  
"Because you've got a fantastic body and I can't look at it enough," I 
answered truthfully.

In his present position the declining afternoon sun trickled in to light up
his body.  He had a good 5 inch boner slapping his stomach as he balanced 
himself on his elbows.  "On your knees fag," he ordered. "Who you calling 
'fag' you cocksucker," I retorted.  He had sucked my dick tentatively after
the first few times I'd done him, but the taste of my pre-cum had thrown 
him off.  He wasn't interested in any butt games (he told me straight out) 
so I was happy to just suck him off and watch him twist and moan like only 
a little boy can.  He always insisted on jerking me off at some point.  It 
was very important to him that I ejaculate because then he knew that I had 
enjoyed our session also.  I had never been able to convince him that his 
dick in my mouth was all the enjoyment that I ever needed.

"Yea, well your cock is too big to suck.  You've got to find a fat pussy to
take care of it," he answered still clinging to the hope that I was really 
'straight' and this was just some kind of a game.  Let him hope.  "Well, 
you jerk me off pretty good," I said giving him credit where it was due.  
The truth was when we first started together Brian would only watch me jerk
off, completely fascinated with my semen.  He would get a couple of inches 
away from my penis and watch intently as I spurted stream after stream of 
my jism into the sink.  After a couple of times he started to catch my 
ejaculate in his hands and play with it and ask questions about it.  Only 
after a few of these sessions could I coax him out of his clothes.  He had 
been worried about the size of his immature penis next to mine and was 
embarrassed.  I reassured him that his penis was perfectly normal and was 
actually bigger than the penis of an average 12 year old (it was too!)

As the weeks progressed I jerked off his little rod giving him his first 
orgasm.  He started to jerk me back and eventually we settled on a modified
69 position so we could each have the best viewing angle of each others 
dick.  Once I had him kneel on the floor, as I sat on the edge of the bed, 
and jerk me with both of his little hands.  I instructed him to play with 
my balls and when to increase his tempo.  I came all over his neck and 
chest.  That really grossed him out.  My fault for taking it too fast.  So 
I took a shower with him and cleaned him up real good.  He loved being 
soaped all over and I let him fuck my butt cheeks to a really stunning 
orgasm for him.  I kissed the head of his dick when he was done and took 
the whole glans into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.  He really 
liked that and got an evil grin on his face.  "So what does my dick taste 
like?" he asked grinning.  I licked the whole length of his sensitive shaft
and said "Just like it should.  Except a little soapy."

The next time he came over I had him jerk me off and I caught my load in my
hand.  I had him spread out on the bed and jerked him off with my come.  We
both really got into it and I came again before we were finished and shot 
my juice directly onto his stiff pole.  He had his best orgasm to date and 
I had a stunning visual of this smooth little boy with my glistening sperm 
covering his body from his navel to his thighs.

As I finished my flashback I returned to the task at hand.  "Check it out I
got some hair on my dick," said a proud Brian.  "Um, where," I asked 
politely, trying in vain to spot anything more than the baby hairs on his 
smooth body.  "Pull my dick back and look at the bottom,"  he instructed.  
I obeyed and closely examined the base of this boys rigid penis.  "Here, 
you gotta wet 'em down," he said.  He wet his fingers with saliva and 
moistened the base of his shaft.  "See, see.  Right there!" he said 
excitedly.  In the glinting sunlight I could make out about a dozen 1/4 
inch long thin black hairs starting to sprout up.  "Well, well, little 
sprout.  I think you're on your way to becoming a man.  Before you know it 
you'll be shaving."  "Cool, huh?" he asked releasing his erection to slap 
against his tight stomach.  "Very cool,"  I said "This calls for a 
celebration!" I added.  "What did you have in mind?" Brian grinned as he 
thumbed out his dick at the perfect angle to meet my mouth.

I pushed him all the way back onto the bed and started to massage his penis
and scrotum.  I rubbed up and down his shaft using the lightest touch of my
finger tips on his glans.  He pulsed in my hand and licked his lips.  His 
hands were at his sides clutched into my comforter.  I reamed his 
impossibly tight navel and tweaked his tiny nipples until they became hard 
in my hands.  I rubbed his dick around my face and teased him with my lips,
planting kisses all over his organ.

With one swoop I gobbled up his  member in my mouth.  Brian exhaled loudly 
and mumbled "Jesus."  I started to hoover him deeply into me.  His small 
length and girth enabled me to really suck on him good.  I started the old 
up/down as my hands wandered all over his thin frame.  In about two minutes
he said "I'm about there."  I redoubled my efforts and felt his buttocks 
contract in practice for squirting a future fluid.  I increased the vacuum 
in my mouth and pumped for all I was worth.

This time was different.  Brian was getting noisy and moving around a lot 
more than usual.  I understood when I felt the first feeble squirts of 
pre-seminal fluid hit my palate.  He bucked a dozen times but only the 
first two were productive.  His prostate had started producing the fluid 
that would carry his rich sperm later.

I removed myself from his penis and delicately sloshed the precious juice 
around my mouth to catch the full flavor.  I milked his softening prick to 
confirm my suspicions.  Only a drop of clear fluid formed at the exit of 
his boyhood.  His testicles were still not producing anything that I could 
slurp, but they were definitely shooting testosterone into his system.

"Fuck man.  That was the BEST!" he gasped.  "It only gets better from here 
buddy.  You're going to be able to shoot fountains pretty soon," I said.  
"When?" "In about six months or so," I guessed.  "That long?" he said with 
his disappointed look.  "Yea, but we can keep checking as often as you 
want, to see if it happens sooner," I ventured.  "Can we check every day?" 
he asked with his best heart-melting, little-boy smile.

"Even twice a day.  If we have to," I answered smiling at the thought of 
what the future held for me with this 94 pound sex machine.  Isn't puberty 
wonderful?

...
Chapt 2 notes:

P.S. I didn't really think about the level of sexual development in the boy
character (Brian) when I was writing this (in relationship to Chapter 1) so
it may seem that he has matured too fast.  I choose to suspend reality and 
attribute his new found talents to a 'growth spurt.'  Time frame here is 
approx. six weeks after Chpt. 1 takes place.

By the way the next chapter isn't turning out to be as consentual as I had 
planned and involves coercion of a minor boy by our sexual protagonists.  
Stay tuned if that's your trip.

Last warning:  man/boy and boy/boy sex starts NOW!

...


Summer's Here - Chapt. 2

Slam!!  I loved that sound.  Another boy completely comfortable with just 
walking into my apartment (without knocking.)  I looked up from the Dodger 
game to see shirtless Brian and an unidentified Latino boy come bursting 
into the room.

I never asked Brian why he brought other boys around to meet me.  I figured
that he was justifying (to himself) what we did together as being "o.k." if
he could get someone else his age to do it to.  Whatever let him sleep 
nights was fine by me.  If the byproduct was me getting more young boys 
hanging around my apartment then that was just fine too.

Brian's little friend looked to be about 13, but it's hard to tell with 
Latinos.  There's a lot of Mexican kids around so he was probably just 
that.  He was dressed just like Brian, with cut-off jeans and no shirt.  I 
evaluated him immediately.  He was about half a head taller than Brian so 
he was about 5' 9" with no real muscular definition.  His arms looked 
smooth and slim.  There was no visible hair on his body and when he brushed
back his hair I could see that there wasn't anything under his arms either.
He had a fantastic flat, brown stomach with not even an ounce of baby fat 
on him.  A very round pleasant face and no adolescent acne starting yet.  
There was the tiniest smidgen of hair around his ankles, but I knew from my
experience with Brian that this didn't mean there was necessarily any more 
hidden elsewhere on his delicious body.  He had that wonderful habit of 
wearing his pants low on his hips, which gave me a view of his skin to 
within an inch of the base of his penis.  I doubted he was wearing any 
underwear.  I had to have this kid.

"Fuck it's hot out there," stated Brian.  "You know where the 'fridge is 
boy," I answered nodding to the kitchen.  The other kid just looked around 
taking in the sites.  "Fuck that 'boy' crap I'm a MAN - remember?" he shot 
back proudly as he routed up cokes for him and his friend.  Do I remember? 
Jesus, it had only been a couple of weeks since Brian had shot his first 
full load down my throat.  His hairless balls had finally started producing
my favorite snack and I was happily back on the 'All-Boy, Liquid Protein 
Diet.'

"Yea," answered the other kid "all he wants to do anymore is jerk-off!" and
he started laughing.  I wasn't sure how Brian would take that.  I was 
hoping at that point that Brian had been trying to get this kid to mess 
around with him, but I couldn't tell if he'd been successful.  I mean, 
after all, he didn't have the powers of persuasion of yours truly.  "No, 
asshole," Brian said slowly and deliberately "All I want to do is COME.  I 
don't care how it happens, and jerking off is way down on my list," this 
was getting interesting.  I could only hope how this conversation might 
end.

"Oh, yea.  Like you ever shot your load any other way than jerking off.  
I'm getting tired of you talking about getting sucked off whenever you snap
your fingers, man," and the kid snapped his fingers imitating Brian.

"Well it's probably a little more effort than snapping his fingers," I said
looking at Brian who was smiling shyly at having been caught bragging about
our sexual exploits.  "Unless his mom's been blowing him again.  So Brian 
has mommy been sucking on your little, tiny pee-pee again?  She doesn't 
even have to take out her false teeth, does she?"  I smiled.  With that 
Brian darkened as his friend went into spasms of laughter that brought him 
to the floor.  "Oh, man you did it now.  I'm gonna kick your ass," Brian 
said.  He slammed his coke to the counter and came around after me.  Like I
was worried.  He still wasn't muscular at all and I had 60 pounds on him.  
He started smiling as he crossed the room punching his fist into his hand. 
"This is gonna feel so good" he said.  His friend was still on the floor 
gurgling "...take out her false teeth!!!" as he gasped for breath.  "Brian,
man, he smoked you!"

With that Brian jumped on me and I dodged him enough to catch his arm and 
twist him over on his back.  I pulled him away from the couch and jumped on
top of him pinning his arms over his head.  "You keep forgetting fag boy 
that I can still take you anytime I want," I said digging my knees into his
soft skin to emphasize it.  He started struggling and kicking.  I began to 
twist his little nipples which always turned him on in a matter of seconds.
He tried, with all his strength to lift me off of him as I lightly ran my 
finger tips across his downy cheeks and across his smooth chest.  "Al, help
me out here," Brian stuttered between giggles from my tickling.  Hesitantly
his friend got up and stood beside us.  I glanced up at him.  He was a 
beautiful shade of light brown with the darkest, black hair imaginable.  
Shirtless he looked perfect.  His nipples were chocolate brown and his 
whole body was tight.  On closer inspection I noticed that he had some 
muscle starting to develop (mostly in his pecs), but over all was still 
obviously a boy.  He smiled down on us and said "What's in it for me 
amigo?"  I continued to tickle Brian as he gasped for air.  "This guy'll 
give you head," he blurted out.

I had no choice, but to play out Brian's hand.  Little Al looked down at me
with a funny quizzical look on his face, not knowing if he should believe 
Brian or not.  "He might be lying," I said looking into his dark clear 
eyes, "but he might not be," I finished giving him my widest, friendliest 
smile and a wink.  With that Brian renewed his efforts to unseat me and I 
turned my attentions back to him.  If Al wanted to dive in the stage was 
set.

I was slowly immobilizing Brian as he kept laughing and begging for his 
friend to join in.  I felt Al's hands wrap around my neck as he tried to 
pull me off his friend.  I lunged forward pulling Al with me, and then 
jerked back suddenly slamming into him.  After that it was a free for all 
and our bodies twisted together as the boys both tried to pin me.  They 
were starting to get hard to hold onto from the sweat and my shirt was on 
the verge of ripping.  I struggled out of my shirt and it felt great to 
feel that young, hot skin rubbing against mine.  I rubbed my hands all over
Al as I fended off his advances.  His body was incredibly hard for a 13 
year old.

After a few minutes of exploring with my hands I gave into the boys letting
them think it was all their doing.  Brian took a familiar stance straddling
my naked chest in his cutoffs.  I could see the tiny trails of sweat 
running down the thin division of his rib cage.  Brian sat on my pelvis and
Al held my hands down above my head.  The boys were facing each other and 
looking down on me with evil grins.  I couldn't wait to see what they did 
next.

"So, I guess you got me," I ventured.  "Now what?"  "Oh, I think you know 
what - fag," sneered Brian as he groped his package through the denim of 
his shorts.  "So was Brian kidding about the blow job?" asked Al in an 
anxious voice.  "Well if he can't suck cock he's gonna learn how!" stated 
Brian.  With that Brian unsnapped and unzipped himself revealing his 
lightly furred penis.  He scooted menacingly up my torso waving his hard 
dick.  "Here comes your dinner cocksucker," he said like a mother trying to
coax a child to eat its food.  "Al sit on his arms and move up 'till your 
knees are on the sides of his head.  Make sure he doesn't turn away," 
ordered Brian.  Al dutifully followed directions while he stared at Brian's
5-inch hardon.

Brian's knees touched Al's and he couldn't come forward any more.  He still
was close enough to carry out his plan.  I could see an excited string of 
pre-cum oozing off his rod.  He began to wipe his goo on my chin.  I moved 
like I was trying to get away for all I was worth.  My actions spread his 
thin juice across my chin and cheeks as well a providing a source of 
friction to his glans.  "Oh, baby that feels so good," taunted Brian. "I'd 
pay money for this bitch," he added.  "Fuck you, you little shit," I 
snarled back.  "My, my I don't think you should be talking so nasty to your
captors.  Do you Al?" chided Brian.  "No that wont do at all," answered Al,
obviously excited by the whole scene.

Brian was a real leaker and the pre-cum always flowed.  He started to smack
my face with his swollen dick and little drops of juice shot off and 
splattered my face.  "I think we need to wash that nasty talk right out of 
your mouth," said Brian finally getting to the point.  I made a show of 
clamping my mouth shut and Al quickly got the idea.  "Yea, Bri.  Make him 
suck you.  Watch out for his teeth."  "Hold his nose Al.  He'll have to 
breath eventually," said my friend.

Al pinched my nose shut and I noticed that he didn't seem too bothered that
he was getting Brian's jiz on his hands.  I snorted and gagged as Brian 
rubbed my favorite snack across my tightened lips.  "Blow me or you don't 
breath," said Brian threateningly.  "Do it.  It wont be that bad," he 
added.  "Yea, the next time'll be easy," said Al who now looked a little 
sex crazed.  He had a little wild look in his eyes and was using his hand 
to free up a raging hard-on stuck down his pant leg.  Apparently Little Al 
had decided to join in the fun after Brian was done.

I finally relented and opened my mouth to "breath."  Brian slipped about 
three inches into me.  It wasn't possible to get all the way in because of 
the angle he was at, but it was an effective show for Al.  He slipped his 
pecker between my cheeks and teeth and started to thrust into the pocket 
he'd made.  I could tell he was really hot.  He always got off introducing 
one of his friends to sex.  He stuck his thumbs into my mouth and with 
surprising strength this barely 100 pound boy pried my jaws open and 
slipped his hard cock fully into my mouth.  I was a little surprised and 
started to try and pull back, but the sexual excitement of these two young 
guys was too much and they really had me pinned.  "If you even think of 
biting you're dead meat," Brian said.

Well this was pretty exciting.  Brian was dripping sweat on me as he 
pistoned his cock into my mouth.  I licked at the luscious pink glans and 
reamed his tiny piss slit when he pulled back.  I started the suction and 
was almost ready to blow in my shorts from the excitement.  Al was starting
to look a little hot and he was having a hard time containing himself until
his turn.

Brian began to turn the final leg of his race and was gurgling and panting.
He had his hands off to his sides as he used his pelvis to thrust into my 
mouth.  His eyes were closed and his sweat was dripping into my eyes 
stinging and wet, blinding that sense.  I blinked furiously as Brian's pace
increased.  He pulled out of my mouth as he fumbled in his final thrusts.  
Immediately Al grabbed Brian's hard dick and slipped it between my lips 
guiding his final strokes.  Brian appeared on the brink of unconsciousness,
but he had the presence of mind to pull purposely out of my mouth.  With 
Al's hand still clamped on his dick he said "stroke it, man," in a ragged, 
tired voice.

Al masturbated Brian right over my face.  He only got off a half-dozen 
strokes before Brian started to shoot his milky semen all over the place.  
His first shot caught Al by surprise as it landed in the center of Al's 
chest and dribbled into his navel.  Al reacted by bending Brian's penis 
down and the second shot went right over my forehead and landed in Al's 
crotch.  "Fuck man.  You're cummin' all over me!" cried Al.  He dropped 
Brian's dick and started to move back.  Brian took over with his own hand 
and aimed another shot high that caught Al in the stomach.  He then 
proceeded to lay the last five shots down in tracks across my face.  He 
smeared his rubbery glans in his juices and stuffed his goo into my eye 
sockets and nasal passages.  He literally covered me with his load.

My tongue darted out trying to wrap around his prick and drink the last 
drippings of his orgasm.  He kept spasming and tiny rivulets dribbled out 
of his softening boy-cock.  I was still trying to blink semen and sweat out
of my eyes as I refused to let any of his cum go to waste.

"Fuck, man.  That was insane," Al said.  "He really got into it," he added.
Brian just sat there on my chest with his shriveling cock stuck to my face 
as I cleaned him off.  Brian snapped out of his stupor and ran a finger 
across my face picking up some of his young seed.  "Want some?" he said to 
Al holding out a tempting wad of juicy cum.  "Yuck," said Al.  Brian made a
deliberate movement to show Al that he was going to eat his own sperm.  
"Gross, man.  I dare you," challenged Al.  Brian leaned towards Al and 
faked putting his sperm covered finger into his own mouth by exchanging it 
with a clean one.  He licked it like a popsicle and smacked his lips.  "Boy
do I taste great," he said.  "You are one sick puppy," retorted Al.  Brian 
took another swipe at my face and came away with a long stringy mess of 
spooge that threatened to  drip on my carpeting.  He held his finger within
licking distance of Al.  "I dare YOU!" he answered back at Al who shook his
head.

I took this happy moment to reach out and grab Al tightly by the waistband 
of his shorts.  Al looked kinda surprised at being the new center of 
attention and didn't make the connection quick enough to start struggling. 
I motioned for Brian to get off me and he jumped aside immediately.  I 
twisted Al into a full nelson hold and he didn't really protest as much as 
I thought he was capable of.  Brian neatly wiped his jiz covered finger 
across Al's protesting mouth massaging it into his gums.  Al wasn't real 
thrilled with the event, but all he said was.  "Gross.  You guys are gross.
Look at me Bri' I got your fucking cum all over me."  I did notice that he 
was licking the last drops of Brian's funk off his lips and not spitting it
out.  I proceeded to clean off my face and lick my hands of their precious 
cargo.  Al looked at me in amazement and shook his head.  "And that guy is 
the grossest of them all," said Al as he pointed to me.  "Well, at least I 
know what I like," I said.  And with that I kneeled and cleaned off Brian's
flaccid penis, milking any stray semen into my mouth.  "And you've still 
got some of what I like," I said to Al.

Al stood there shaking his head, but I could see his hard shaft straining 
at his shorts.  Brian kicked off his shorts and finished cleaning the 
mingled juices off his crotch with my t-shirt.  I stood facing Al and 
looked him in the eyes.  I used my index finger to wipe at the streaks of 
Brian's cum that had been sprayed so forcefully on his chest.  I licked my 
fingers tasting the salt of his sweat mixed with Brian.  "Sicko," said Al 
as he smiled at me.  I started to lick his chest up and down tasting 
Brian's seed stuck to his smooth torso.  I sucked on his nipples and thrust
my tongue into his navel.  I fumbled with his shorts and tugged them down 
with no protest from Al.

I was wrong about the underwear, he was wearing boxers and they were 
spotted with his pre-cum.  I shucked them off.  His penis was straight and 
true and a good 6" with a wonderfully upturned rim at the edge of his 
glans.  He had a light dusting of oily black hair and a small ridge 
trailing down from the back of his ball sack to his brown asshole.  I 
sniffed his scent.  He still didn't have the sour musky odor of a man but 
he was definitely more than a boy.  I ran my hand along the loose skin of 
his hairless scrotum feeling his perfect testicles.  Al just licked his 
lips and swallowed.  I pulled his balls into my mouth and tongue bathed 
them.  I hiked them up to the top of my mouth and tongued back along the 
ridge of hair leading to his pert butthole.  His knees wobbled and he 
groaned.  I released his sack and spun him around.  He started to protest, 
but Brian cut him short.  "Just do what he says Al.  It'll be o.k. I 
swear," he said.  Brian was already starting to get hard again and I 
watched him manipulate himself.  He always did like to watch.

I wasted no time in bending over Al's tight form and licking from his 
hanging ballsack to the base of his spine.  I speared his tight hole with 
my tongue and assaulted his ass with abandon.  The smells and tastes were 
wonderful.  I couldn't get enough.  This was one boy who was at the peak of
ripeness for me.  I could love him for hours.  "Oh, God.  Oh, Jesus," Al 
blurted.  "I'm gonna come."  I spun him around and as he straightened 
himself his ass flexed in my hands and I impaled my mouth on his drizzling 
pecker.  Almost immediately he shot his load.  I could feel the pressure of
the stream as his first spasm hit inside my right cheek.  He was grabbing 
my head and trying to thrust as far into me as he could.  I had no problem 
taking his whole tool without deep throating him.  His successive shots 
were no less powerful than the first and he pounded into me grinding his 
small bush into my nose with each thrust.  He grunted and groaned and made 
little boy noises as he continued to release into my mouth.

I felt the first stream of Brian's second load hit my left shoulder blade 
and I tried to turn to see.  I caught him out of the corner of my eye, his 
face disfigured in orgasmic ecstasy.  He jerked his cock up as his second 
shot went over my head and hit Al in the chest.  Al was watching this and 
he redoubled his efforts inside of me.  Al was finally spent on his 
twenty-fifth spasm or so and Brian continued to lay down lines of sperm on 
both of us as Al sank to the floor in front of me.  He was panting and 
dripping sweat from the exertion.  "Wow," he said.  I leaned forward barely
an inch from his face, hesitated for a moment and then kissed him full on 
the lips.

Now Brian had never let me kiss him, because that was to girlish for him, 
but Al responded and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and we were in a 
french kiss in a matter of moments.  I transferred a good amount of his 
sperm into his mouth and he tried to pull back at first, but gave up when I
held him close.  I rubbed our chests together spreading Brian's thick cum 
between us.  I rubbed my hands all over his body and played with his 
nipples.  I went straight to his anus and inserted a sperm slicked finger. 
He didn't even try to stop me.  I was kissing him, jacking him with one 
hand, and fingering his prostate with the other hand.  He was already 
starting to leak fluid again.  God I love boys. 

"Brian wipe your load off my back," I said.  Brian proceeded to squeegee 
his spum off of me.  "Now give it here,"  Brian held his hand up for me to 
drink from, but I just wiped his hand off on mine.  I spun Al around and 
greased up his tight butt with Brian's copious load.  I disrobed and used 
the rest of the sperm to lube my dick and then I set to work.  I made Al 
stand and bend over.  I just started pushing myself into his slightly 
haired butt.  I pushed my glans past his ring of muscle and let him adjust 
to my presence.  He was still in a sexual stupor and was almost numb to my 
presence.  I drove forward into him with ease.  He was relaxed to my 
advances and I pushed into him fully.  I reached around and put my arm 
around his waist as I began my long slow thrust into his rectum.  I wanted 
this to last.  As I bottomed out inside him he let out a little gasp of 
surprise.  Just about every part of our bodies was slick with someone's 
sperm.  I looked over at Brian but couldn't find him until the back of my 
hand touched the top of his head.  He was sucking off his friend.  I 
couldn't believe it.

That was it I just couldn't hold it.  "I'm gonna come in you," I announced 
as Al instinctively clenched around my rod.  I rammed home and let go with 
my first spurt.  I darted out, and then in hard to lay in my second.  With 
a will of iron I pulled completely out of Al and cut off the next spurt by 
squeezing my dick at the tip.  I moved quickly and pushed Al out of Brian's
mouth.  Brian just stayed there on the floor wondering what was going on.  
I motioned quickly for Al to start jerking off and then I let loose with a 
powerful blast right on Brian's nose.  There was so much built up pressure 
that is actually splattered across his face like a bird dropping.  Al let 
loose and we traded shots of sperm on Brian's skinny teenage face one on 
top of the other.  Brian tried to scoot away, but fell over backwards and 
we were on him.  We each held down an arm with our knees and dumped our 
loads in his hair and on his face and chest.  I used my free hand to rub 
the mingled sperm all over his body coating him in a thin glaze of semen.  
I reached out my sperm covered hand to Al's face and said "Lick it!"  He 
did, eating up our seed.  Brian sputtered like a drowning man and I made 
sure some of our juice got in his mouth.

Brian wasn't real big on sucking cock, so I knew he had to be pretty worked
up to do Al like that and I was going to take advantage of it for all I 
could.  He looked like he had enough and I pushed Al back and got off of 
Brian.  I grabbed his hand with my slick one and helped him to his feet.  
He was rubbing the jiz out of his eyes and flicking it at Al and me.  We 
both started laughing at this boy covered from his navel to the top of his 
head with sperm.  Brian started to laugh also and we all just stood there 
covered with saliva and sperm and God knows what else.

I grabbed the Polaroid off the kitchen counter and fired off two quick 
shots.  I wanted to remember this for a long time.  I went up to Brian and 
licked some come off his cheek.  "So, anyone want a shower?"

...

Summer's Here - Chapt. 3

"This is Timmy,"  Brian said.  "Timmy and his mom just moved into my 
building," he added, presenting his latest prize for my inspection.

Yikes! I thought.  This was getting a little scary.  Timmy was maybe about 
10, if I was lucky.  He wasn't even five feet tall or 75 pounds.  The kid 
had about the blondest hair I had ever seen, with some light freckling on 
his high cheekbones.  His clothes were the pits.  They looked like the 
stuff that Goodwill chucked out in the dumpster.  They appeared somewhat 
clean though, and I saw signs of mending.  I should have figured it out 
instantly.  Brian's building was pretty run down.  That's why a lot of 
single moms lived there.  The rent was the cheapest around in this 
neighborhood.  This kid had to really be down on his luck.

"How are you guys doing today?" I asked in my friendly, non-threatening 
voice."We're kinda hungry, mister," said Timmy, not wasting any time.  I 
usually fed Brian and two or three other boys on an irregular basis, mostly
around the end of the month before the next welfare check arrived.  What a 
bummer for a kid - being hungry all the time.

"Name your poison, Tim," I said leading the way to the kitchen.  I 
deliberately dropped the 'Timmy' tag.  I hated 'immys' and 'ommys' and 
other cute little-kid nicknames.  These kids deserved more than that.

"He likes peanut butter and jelly," Brian offered.  "Then peanut butter and
jelly it is.  We want Tim to feel right at home here," I answered and Brian
winked at me.

I whipped up a half-dozen pbj's for the kid, set him in front of the tube, 
cranked in Nickelodeon, handed him a glass of chocolate milk and a bag of 
potato chips and said "Brian and I are going upstairs for a while.  Why 
don't you come up when you're done?" The boy couldn't take the time out 
from devouring his food to say anything so he just nodded and smiled a 
wide, little-boy, smile.  I grabbed Brian and we went up the stairs three 
at a time and into the bedroom as I heard the last strains of "I taught I 
taw a puddy tat!" float up from the TV.

"So what's the scoop on the kid?" I asked Brian while rubbing his slim neck
affectionately.  Brian was always more than happy to please me and it 
seemed to give him more pleasure than it did me to find a new kid to break 
in.  "They're fuckin' dirt-poor.  I thought I was bad off.  This kid and 
his mom don't got shit!" he shot out.  "Don't have shit," I corrected.  
"Fuck you," retorted my favorite suck buddy.  "He was just grateful that I 
didn't want to beat the shit out of him.  He's had it rough everywhere he's
been and he's kinda small, so that don't help.  Anyway I thought he was 
awfully cute and you might want him, so..." he said as he pointed down the 
stairs.  "What's our angle?" I asked, "Do we just do it in front of him, 
like it's the most normal thing to do, or what?  You know him better than I
do," I finished.  "I baby-sat him at his place a couple of days ago and 
gave him a bath," Brian stated with an evil grin.  "I even got in the tub 
with him and made a game out of playing with his penis.  He really dug it 
and ended up jerking me off.  I shot all over him and he thought it was 
funny,"  "Very cool.  Do you think we should go swimming?" I asked.  My 
place had a pool and we'd gotten a couple of kids naked by having them 
change in front of us to go swimming and then wrestled naked until 
something popped up.

Brian didn't have time to answer.  I felt Timmy running up the stairs and 
watched him turn the corner into my room.  At that moment I knew exactly 
how to get him started, and I smiled as he stopped in front of me.

"Well, well, did you finish all that food already?" I asked nicely.  "Yup, 
I was hungry.  Mom says I'm getting big and eating a lot more," smiled 
Timmy patting his stomach.  He let out a small belch and the scent of 
peanut butter filled the room.  He looked embarrassed and said, "sorry."  
"Well I have to agree with your mom, Tim, you are a big boy - almost a man 
like me and Brian.  But I think we still need to work on your table 
manners."  Timmy's face was covered with pbj as were his shirt and pants 
where he had wiped his little boy hands in his rush to shovel down all that
food.  He was a mess.  "Brian why don't you go fill up the tub, o.k.?" I 
said as I patted Brian's rump.  Brian trotted off and we could hear the 
sound of water splashing in a few seconds.  "Now, look at yourself, Tim.  
What's your mom going to say if she sees you this dirty?"  Timmy finally 
looked at himself and saw the mess he had made.  "Oh, oh," he said, a small
pout covering his baby face, "She'll kill me!  I only got one other shirt. 
I'm in big trouble, mister."  He sat down on the floor and looked like he 
was about to cry.  "Well, Tim, maybe Brian and I could help and it'll be 
just our secret.  We promise not to tell your mom what you did.  Oh, and 
Tim, it's 'I only have one other shirt' not 'got', alright?"

"You'd help me?" he squeaked, instantly alert at the possibility that his 
mom wouldn't have to know.  "Sure, we're your new friends.  And friends 
always help each other out, right?" I smiled.  "That's right," the now 
happy youngster added.  "But you've got to do everything we tell you so 
your mom will never find out,"  I said straight-faced and stern.  Timmy 
nodded solemnly.  "Just so my mom doesn't know," he whispered.  "Believe 
me,Tim, I don't want her to find out either.  Now why don't you go into the
bathroom and Brian will help you."

I usually wasn't so coercive with the kids.  This was my first experience 
with a pre-adolescent and I wasn't really sure how to handle him.  With the
older boys there was something in it for them - an orgasm.  I wasn't up on 
the physiology of kids this young.  I didn't know if he would enjoy it.  It
appeared that Brian had already taken care of breaking him in and as long 
as we didn't hurt him, the attention would keep him happy.  I decided to 
keep to the same approach, even though it seemed like I was really taking 
advantage of him.

I grabbed the camcorder and put in a two-hour tape.  I had a section marked
off on the counter outside the bathroom that centered the tub perfectly.  I
focused quickly and hit record.  This one would be great to jerk off to 
later.  I stepped into the bathroom staying out of the line of sight of the
camera.  Brian was stripping Timmy slowly.

He still had lots of baby fat, but he wasn't a fat kid.  He looked pretty 
healthy for having missed a lot of meals lately.  Brian kicked his shoes 
towards me and I threw them out the door.  He automatically held his soft 
little arms up and Brian inside-outed his shirt.  He had small, pink 
nipples and very smooth, white skin.  I guess he didn't get out in the sun 
much, because of the other kids.  He undid his pants and tried to stumble 
out of them, but lurched forward into my arms in his haste.  I held him up 
easily and Brian shucked his pants off.  He stood there in his ripped 
briefs looking like the happy little boy he was.  I still held my hands on 
his rib cage and I tickled him slightly.  He laughed and squirmed in my 
hands.  I tickled him some more and he struggled with laughter.  I drew him
close to me and hugged him.  "We're going to take care of you now, because 
we're your friends and we love you," I said as I clutched his firm little 
buttocks in my hot hands.  He hugged my neck and said "Thanks."  I ran my 
hands under the worn elastic of his waistband and slowly slid his briefs 
down his perfect rump.  Brian looked at me and grinned.

He had a really stout-looking boy-cock.  I was a little surprised, but this
kid was hung!  He must have been a good 2 1/2" soft.  That would give him 
3-4" hard.  Wow!  Not bad for a 10-year-old.  I squeezed his butt cheeks in
my hands and rubbed his smooth back feeling the vertebrae and the small 
ribs.  "Why don't you get started with Brian, while I wash your clothes?" I
said patting his butt for emphasis.  "Brian and I took a bath together," he
said.  "Really?" I answered looking curious.  "Yea, it was a lot of fun," 
he giggled looking back at Brian and sharing their 'secret' again.  "Well 
if you want to take a bath with Brian again why don't you ask him?" I said 

helpfully.  "I'll come back up and help you guys out after I get the wash 
started," and with that I gathered Timmy's soiled clothes and walked back 
downstairs.  My last look, as the bathroom faded from view, was of Timmy 
pulling off Brian's t-shirt and Brian smiling like a mad man.

I stuffed Timmy's underwear into my face and was rewarded with a 
wonderfully pungent little-boy smell.  His mom obviously didn't have the 
time to wash his undies a lot.  I felt like blowing my load in his shorts, 
but knew that my payoff would come later.  I checked out his clothes and 
didn't find much; a candy wrapper, half a piece of gum, a small chunk of 
quartz and a dime.  I threw the crap away and saved his rock and the dime. 
I sucked on the crotch of his briefs and tasted his flavors.  They were 
streaked brown in back and yellow in front.  I avoided those areas and 
concentrated on the center panel where most of his sweet oils had landed.  
I was too close to blowing off to continue so I threw his clothes in half 
the sink and hosed them down.  I put his briefs and socks in the other half
to soak in some bleach, dumped some Tide on his pants and shirt, and let 
the hot water cover everything.  Now to investigate those curious peels of 
boy and youth laughter emanating from my bathroom.  My, my, my...

I could hear them splashing before I saw anything.  It was music to my 
ears.  As they came into view, I saw the camera was still bearing mute 
testimony to what I had missed.  I walked in and sat down on the toilet 
seat.  They both looked great; wet and naked - that's how I like my boys.  
Brian had his longer legs out with Timmy between them.  Their knees were 
bent and touching on the sides and Brian had a raging hardon sticking about
an inch out of the water.  I couldn't tell what was happening to Timmy's 
pole because of the turbulence.  "What are you boys up to?" I inquired.

"Brian's got a big boner," Timmy giggled.  "Yea, but it's a magic boner," I
said.  I grabbed Brian's dick and held it underwater. "See, it pops back up
when you let go," I said as I released Brian.  His penis sprang up and 
broke the surface bobbing happily in front of Timmy and me.  "Let me try!" 
exclaimed Timmy.  He grabbed Brian's pecker and repeatedly held it down and
let it up.  Brian was loving it, but had to stop the kid before he lost it 
too soon.  Brian reached over and pulled Timmy closer to him and put him in
his lap to where Timmy's penis was barely out of the water.  He started to 
push Timmy's penis underwater and let it pop back up.  I noticed that he 
was paying particular attention to the glans and was masturbating the boy 
as he pushed him underwater.  I started to soap up Timmy's back and run my 
hands all over the torso of the happy boy.  He loved to be touched and 
moved closer to me.  I started to soap Brian and motioned for him to stand 
up.  I rubbed his legs and thighs with my soapy hands and massaged his 
scrotum and the base of his rod.  I masturbated him slowly, never touching 
the tip, which brought groans of pleasure and frustration from him.  Timmy 
watched the show fascinated.  His own little hand manipulating his stiff 
pecker.

"Look, I'm getting all wet!" I said in my best startled cry.  "I guess I 
better leave, and let you boys finish by yourselves." "No, don't go!" 
squealed Timmy standing and grabbing onto my arm, "Please stay.  You're my 
friend.  I want you to stay, please."  His dick stuck out its full four or 
so inches slapping against his tummy.  He had an 'outtie' navel that I 
loved and his scrotum hung low from the hot water, outlining his 
marble-sized testicles.  "Why don't you take off your clothes so you don't 
get them wet?"  offered Brian with a wink.  "Yea, take 'em off.  I bet your
dick is even bigger than Brian's," said Timmy excitedly.  I hurried to 
undress and two pairs of shiny eyes watched my every move.  I kicked my 
clothes out of the way and straddled the tub - one foot in and one out.  
Timmy sat on his haunches and put his chin on my upper thigh staring at my 
bursting hardon.  "Wow Brian, look at his dick.  I bet he can make a lot of
sperm too!"  I looked at Brian and raised an eyebrow.  "Now where did you 
learn about sperm, Tim?" I asked.  "Brian showed me his in the tub before. 
It's how a boy makes babies in a girl," he stated matter-of-factly.  "And 
it doesn't taste bad either," I added.  Timmy giggled and I made a 
cum-eating motion at Brian and pointed at Timmy.  Brian nodded 'yes.'  The 
little kid had tasted his load the other night.  Excellent, time to get 
this party rolling.  I slipped my middle finger down the back of Timmy's 
spine to his anus and teased his soft hole open.  Timmy looked perplexed at
the intrusion, but didn't do anything.  Brian started to masturbate Timmy 
to divert his attention and I plunged in to the first knuckle and wiggled 
against his tiny prostate.

"That makes me feel like I gotta poop!" said Timmy.  I moved my finger the 
rest of the way into him.  He was tight, but he didn't offer any real 
resistance.  "Wow, that feels great!" he added.  Brian was milking pre-cum 
out of my dick and it was trickling off my balls.  He made a real show of 
it to attract Timmy's attention.  "Lemee try," said the boy.  I popped my 
finger out of his perky butt and let him explore my hardness.  He grasped 
my penis and stroked it gently from the tip to the base.  "Brian says that 
you gotta be real soft for it to feel right.  He says I do it real good," 
said Timmy looking for approval.  "Well, Tim, did Brian teach you anything 
about putting a penis in your mouth?" I inquired.  "Yea, but I think yours 
is too big," he answered looking a little frightened that I might make him 
suck me off.  "Well, you don't have to if you don't want to.  You don't 
even have to do the whole thing.  Why don't you just see how much you can 
get in your mouth?  That's what Brian and I do."  I messed up his wet hair 
and stroked his smooth cheek.  He looked up and smiled again.  I wagged my 
boner at him and started to pull his head to my lap.  He smiled and quickly
moved in on his own.  "I like to eat the sperms," he said.  He opened wide 
and started to scarf pud.  He only got about three inches inside his 
mouth,but he was in a fever to try and please me.  He started to gag and I 
pulled him off by his matted hair.  "Just take it easy, Tim, and don't 
hurry yourself.  Remember, I'm your friend and you can take your time."  He
seemed to relax a little and was able to choke down some more.  He was 
using his tongue like a pro though and definitely giving my dick some good 
friction. "Let me guide your head," I said as I placed both hands on the 
back of his head.  "Just relax your neck muscles."  I fucked his mouth 
getting about four inches inside him.  He was pretty passive about the 
whole experience. It was a real trip for me seeing my dick inside someone 
so young.  His saliva was running down my dick and dripping off my sack.  
My whole prick was glistening with it.  I pulled my dick out and wiped it 
all over his soft face.  He kept trying to get me back into his mouth, but 
I was spreading my lube on his cheeks and in his eyes.  I pushed him back 
into the tub and climbed in.  It was cramped with the three of us and I sat
Timmy in my lap facing him towards Brian.  "Are we done?" asked the kid.  
"No, no, I think Brian and I have a little surprise planned to welcome you 
to the neighborhood.  Let's all stand up."

Timmy stood with his back to me and I rubbed his shoulders affectionately. 
My boner was sticking in his back and he leaned against it like a cat 
rubbing against a chair.  I motioned Brian to move in and I bent Timmy over
at the waist.  Brian fed the kid his pecker and Timmy started to suck him 
off like he'd been taught.  I resumed finger fucking his asshole and he 
really seemed to be enjoying the attentions of two older guys.  I added a 
second finger to Timmy's butt and he squirmed a little as he adjusted to 
the new intruder.  I settled into a slow rhythm and he started to push back
to meet me.  I forced a third finger past his anus and stretched him out 
more.  He whimpered a bit and tried to move forward, but Brian's dick just 
went down his throat even more.  Now he didn't know what to do.  He 
couldn't back up or go forward.  He panicked.

He was squealing, shaking and wailing so I pulled my fingers out of his ass
and rubbed along his spine gently.  "Don't worry, Tim.  We're not going to 
do anything to hurt you.  Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't
want to do."  He nodded silently with Brian's dick almost all the way into 
his mouth.  Another half an inch and Brian's sparse hair would be right 
under his pug nose.  I realized that this was all mental bullshit anyway.  
At this point, in Timmy's mind, his only choices were to take two cocks or 
lose his only friends in the world.  I felt kinda bad, but I felt more like
fucking him.  I could see Brian's nutsack tighten up in anticipation of his
orgasm.  I lubed up Timmy's asshole with some lotion and pressed my glans 
against the stretched opening.  "Now I really want you to let me know if 
this hurts," I said in a slightly stern voice, partially hoping he would 
make me stop.  "Relax your butt like you're going to the bathroom," I 
instructed.  His sphincter slipped open and I moved in.  Using even 
pressure it only took about 15 seconds before my balls were slapping 
against his rosy cheeks.  He let out a little sigh and I patted him in the 
small of his back.

He was softer inside that anything I had ever fucked.  He kept his anus 
dilated like a little trooper and I slowly built up a good pistoning 
action.  I reached over and twisted on Brian's hard nipples and he grinned 
at me as he gunned his pecker down the kid's throat.  The kid knew to 
relax.It was the survival instinct.  He knew he'd get hurt more if he 
struggled. He just hung there between us and we matched our pace to 
penetrate him at the same time.  I'm sure that blew the kid's mind.  He had
a penis shooting toward his stomach from both ends and couldn't do anything
about it.  Plus,the way Brian and I had been talking to him wouldn't really
help him to assert himself.

Just for variation I reached under the kid and lifted his knees up to his 
chest bringing him completely out of the tub.  He was now suspended between
us and he was flailing his arms to get a hold on Brian's waist.  I was 
pretty close and started forcing myself further into his gut.  Brian could 
sense I was ready and that threw him over the edge.  He really let the kid 
have it and I slowed down just to feel Brian's thrusts ripple through Timmy
and down onto my cock.  Timmy was making some choking and whimpering sounds
from way back in his throat - the classic signs that he wasn't getting a 
lot of air.  That didn't really matter - Brian would be through in a few 
seconds and with another couple of strokes I started to cum.

We were both pounding into the kid, spurting our stuff and in our throes of
lust weren't matching our thrusts any more so the kid had no reference for 
what was going to happen next.  To his credit he just relaxed MORE.  We had
him pinned between us with his nose mashed into Brian's little bush and I 
was giving him 90% strokes.  Brian and I were grunting and groaning and 
making male fuck noises while Timmy was sounding like a drowning kitten.  I
finished first and popped out quickly, thinking of Timmy's well-being.  
Brian, being less than half my age, was still kicking out the spurts.  He 
had a death-grip on the kid's hair and Timmy wasn't going anywhere until 
Brian was through.  I sat back down on the edge of the tub and washed 
Timmy's bowel funk off my softening dick.  I watched his anus reflexively 
wink open and closed, each time letting out a little trickle of my semen 
that drizzled down the inside of his white thighs.  Life was great.

Brian finished and slowly lowered the kid down like a small doll, and Timmy
splashed on his ass into the tub coughing up sperm.  He was breathing in 
ragged gasps, but his color had never changed so I didn't think we had hurt
hum permanently.  I just wished Brian didn't get so carried away.  I rolled
Timmy over and washed off his ass.  There was no blood and he didn't wince 
when I tickled his anus, so I felt a little better about the whole thing.  
I picked the kid up and french-kissed some of Brian's seed out of his 
mouth.  He was pretty worn out, but still had the energy to kiss me back.  
I put him down gently and Brian said, "Now, Tim, you're a man, just like 
us." and pointed to himself and me.  Timmy finally caught his breath and 
looked up at us both grinning at him.  "That felt great, with your boner in
my butt," smiled Timmy, "but I think I gotta poop, mister," he added, 
looking a little confused, like he didn't know why.  "O.k., c'mon out, big 
guy." I lifted him out and stood him in front of the toilet.  He plopped 
down and farted wetly.  "Tim, please try to remember it's 'I think I have 
to poop, mister', not 'gotta.'  Do you think you can remember that for me?"
He nodded as his sore ass muscles worked to expel my goo.  "Good boy," I 
said and rubbed his hair.  He smiled at me with his clear blue eyes and I 
kissed him on the forehead.  "Can I eat your sperm now?" he asked. "I think
you've been good enough to us for one day, my little friend.  We're going 
to have a great summer, Tim.  A really great summer."



Summer's Here - Chapter 4

They knew better than to buzz me at 10:00 in the morning.  None of them 
ever went to bed before 3:00 a.m. anyway, so I didn't expect to see them 
until early afternoon.  I was a night owl myself.  I could stay up until 
five in the morning, typing away, without a second thought - just don't 
ring my bell at ten in the fucking morning!

It couldn't be Brian.  He had been at my place late last night getting his 
dick emptied.  As a matter of fact, I could still taste his boy-sperm mixed
in with my morning breath.  It brought back the memory of yet another 
pleasurable incident in the saga I called "Life of Brian."

I pulled on some tartan-plaid boxers over my morning erection and bounced 
downstairs.  I didn't want to miss whichever boy it was.  It was probably 
some kid who had just spent the night out to get away from a drunken father
and who needed a good meal.

I hit the release to let the main gate to my complex open and held it for a
minute.  I unlocked the door and went to the 'fridge to get some OJ and 
start my day (about two hours early).  It took so long that I thought it 
was the UPS man, but a quick check out the window showed no brown truck.  
After about five minutes, a knock came at my door.  Someone knocking could 
only mean one thing - fresh chicken for breakfast.  I was going to have to 
start paying that kid Brian.  He had turned me onto some fantastic little 
dicks in the last few months.  I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and opened 
the door to survey my new present.

"Hi," I said to the tall, slim 12-year-old standing at my door.  "Um, I 
don't know if I'm in the right place," he said looking past me into the 
living room.  "Brian said I could play video games here.  Is that you?"  
"Yea, that's me, Bud.  C'mon in," I swung the door wide and chauffeured in 
my new prize.  He was better dressed than most of the boys and looked 
pretty well-fed and clean.  This was an anomaly.  He was at the far end of 
the bell curve. "Do you want anything to eat," I called to him.  "No, just 
ate," he said patting his stomach.

"There's a couple of different machines and boxes of games," I said as I 
turned on the TV and set the volume.  "Just flip this switch box and...," 
he cut me off and said "Yea, it's an A-B switch.  I got it covered." He 
took the box from me and sorted through game cartridges until he found one 
that looked interesting, popped it in, and started killing aliens without 
even looking back up at me.  I just stood there and stared at him.  He 
finally looked up at me and said, "Don't you get dressed in the morning?"  
Well, he wasn't shy at least.  "Yea, good idea.  What's your name?"  "I'm 
Joe," he said, now involved in the second level of something with vampire 
bats.  I started walking up the stairs when he shouted after me, "You could
use a shower and a shave."  This was going to be one interesting kid.

I dropped my shorts and jumped in the shower.  I left the bathroom door 
open as always, just out of habit - not really thinking about the boy.  The
hot water felt good and was relaxing the neck muscles that hurt from 
sucking off Brian in an awkward position last night.  Suddenly, and without
warning,(I love that phrase) ice-cold water poured over the top of the 
shower curtain onto my head.  "Bull's-eye!" came a cry from atop the 
toilet.  I shot back the curtain to see Joe standing there, with an 
ear-to-ear grin, holding my largest salad bowl upside down.  "What the hell
was that for?" I demanded.  "The look on your face was priceless," he 
replied, laughing at me, "You didn't even have a clue," he added.  "Don't 
worry Joey, you'll get yours.  Can I finish my shower now?" I quizzed.  His
face darkened and his smile faded.  "First, for your information, it's Joe 
- NOT Joey.  Don't you listen?  And second, you've got a small dick." He 
jumped off the head and bounded down the stairs.  I heard the door slam a 
few seconds later.  Well,that was interesting.  Of course, he was right.  
He had said Joe, and when soft, I really did have a small dick.  But, I 
smiled to myself, at least he had looked.

I rinsed off and got out.  Everything was wrong about this kid.  He was too
smart, clean, rich, and well-fed for this neighborhood.  Nothing seemed to 
fit.  I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and filled the sink to 
shave.  I couldn't place this kid.  For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I 
was being set up and decided to wake up Brian and check out little 
"Joe-Not-Joey".  I stroked the razor across my face, trying to put the 
pieces in place.  I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my 
eye, but before I could identify it in my mind I was attacked again.

He had some kind of slime-squirter that I had seen at Toys 'R' Us last 
December, while shopping for some of my little waifs who wouldn't have had 
a Christmas without me acting as Santa.  I saw the beginning of the stream 
on the mirror and then felt the cold splat across my naked back, and I made
the mistake of turning around to confront him.  He hosed me down while he 
shouted a weird combination of old Steve Martin routines and National 
Lampoon sayings.  "Die, you gravy-sucking pig.  You imperialist toy 
monger.Taste the peoples wrath!"  I was too busy laughing to try to stop 
him.

"You have me at your mercy, Master Joe," I said in a controlled laugh.  
"You are by far the most worthy opponent that I have faced to date.  You 
even rival that arch-villain Dr. Zin.  You are more cunning than Boris and 
Natasha put together.  You, Master Joe, could silence Danger Mouse 
forever," I said in a rush of TV nostalgia.

He dropped the slimer to his side and cocked his head.  "You watch 
cartoons?" he asked in a distrusting voice.  "No shit, Sherlock," I 
sneered."Johnny Quest?  Danger Mouse?" he ventured.  "Bugs, Ghostbusters, 
Tail Spin.  You name it," I answered.  "Cool," he replied nodding his head 
in approval.  "You're a mess.  I thought I told you to take a shower," he 
said with an evil smile.  "Yes, Master," I said in my best zombie voice.  I
pulled off the towel I was wearing and threw it over his head.  I spun him 
around a few times and pushed him towards the stair railing.  He giggled 
and fell to the floor.  I took another shower and wondered what was in 
store for the rest of the day, or - if I was lucky - the rest of the 
summer.

I was really starting to get paranoid.  Every little thump made me think 
Joe was getting ready to pounce on me with guns blazing.  I even peeked out
of the shower curtain a couple of times.  He was still on the floor where 
he had fallen, with my towel over most of his body.  His trusty (but empty)
slime gun was next to him.

It didn't take me long to finish.  The goo just slid off.  I stepped out 
and over the curled-up form to get a fresh towel off the railing.  "Don't 
drip on me!" came a command from the floor.  "Man, you've sure got a lot of
rules," I said.  "Why don't you write them down for me so I don't keep 
pissing you off?" I added.  "I'll let you know when you do something 
wrong," he replied.  "Yea, well, I'll do the same," I finished.  He sat up 
and uncovered his face.  He was definitely acting about two or three years 
younger than he really was.  If someone didn't absolutely adore him, he 
would be a real pain in the ass.  He was starting to get big enough that 
you couldn't man-handle him into submission all the time.  He looked to be 
a little over 125 pounds, tanned, with sandy brown hair.  He even had a 
chain around his neck - probably a Catholic like a lot of the kids around 
here.  But, again, his clothes were too clean, and he was too clean and... 
I don't know.  "Are you going to just stand there dripping on the rug and 
getting all glassy-eyed over me, or are you going to dry off and get 
dressed?"  That was a shocker.  He had caught me checking him out.  I broke
my stare and turned away from him to dry myself.  I bent over to dry my 
legs and he said, in his same evil voice, "Oh yea, shake that money-maker, 
Baby!  Nice ass!"  I immediately stood up and looked at him in true shock. 
He just smiled that cherubic smile and blinked at me.  I grabbed a pair of 
shorts and pulled them on before drying the rest of my body.  "Show's 
over.He couldn't handle the pressure of an audience.  Two thumbs down," he 
said as he stood shaking his head.  He walked back downstairs and a few 
seconds later I heard the death-screams of aliens again.

I pulled off the shorts to put some briefs on.  This kid really had me 
rattled.  I didn't know if I was coming or going.  His rapid-fire 
personality was too much for me before my morning coffee, and I needed 
something more solid than Brian's semen in my stomach.  I had even 
forgotten to piss.  I was standing in front of the sink, so I decided to 
let go down the drain.  That was common for me.  The toilet just had to be 
cleaned if you used it. It didn't splash as much in the sink.

FLASH!  Oh, shit!  I knew instantly what he'd done.  My Polaroid was still 
downstairs from my encounter with Al and Brian.  Joe squealed with delight 
and ran back downstairs.  Well, that wasn't so bad.  I was pissing in the 
sink.  Who was he going to show it to anyway?  I dressed quickly and 
started down the stairs.  I purposely left off a shirt, in case he wanted 
to tease me about the hair under my arms or, hopefully, the furry line that
ran from my navel downwards.  Halfway down the stairs, I stopped in shock.

The pictures I had taken of Brian and Al, covered with sperm, were right 
next to the camera!  I had forgotten to put them away.  It had been so late
the night when they had left, that I had completely forgotten about the 
fucking pictures.  I slowed down and tried to look nonchalant.  I reached 
the foot of the stairs and turned to see Joe engrossed in a game.  He 
looked over and smiled.  I went into the kitchen and started a pot of 
coffee.  I was looking around for the camera and the pictures.  I spotted 
the camera over on the couch.  It looked like the picture of me pissing was
under the camera - I could see the corner peaking out.  I studied the rest 
of the table area but couldn't see the really-incriminating pictures.  That
was O.K.  That table was a mess of pictures, notes, magazines, letters, 
catalogues, etc.  I was going to have to stand right over it to find them. 
Move slow, move slow, I thought.  I sauntered over to the table and picked 
up the phone.  I dialed Brian's number as I looked intently for the snaps. 
They were not there.  I sat down on the chair and looked under the table - 
nothing.  "Hi, it's me.  I received your present this morning," I said.  
Brian chuckled, "Watch out it's loaded."  "Yea, no shit.  Is everything 
O.K. with it?" I asked.  "He'll be O.K.  I caught him at the park playing 
with some seven-year-old's dick and scared him real good.  He's too weird 
for me.  He wouldn't let me fuck him, so I sent him over for you to soften 
up.""You have no tact, my friend" I sighed.  "By the way, he lives in your 
building," mentioned Brian.  "No shit.  That is most interesting,"  I said 
and noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Joe seemed to be losing at 
his game.  I caught his reflection in the screen.  He was staring at me and
not even looking at the set.  I hung up on Brian.  Joe immediately started 
improving his score.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and wondered what I 
was getting into.

Joe had declined anything to eat, but I made enough eggs and toast for him 
-just in case.  I set the plate on the floor next to him and stretched 
out,eating my breakfast, but saying nothing.  He was hammering this game 
and had obviously played it before.  "Why don't you try something you 
haven't played already?" I asked.  "What makes you think I've played this 
before?" Joe retorted with a surprised look.  "You didn't find that hidden 
power-up by luck, Buddy," I pointed out.  "Have you played them all?" I 
asked.  "No,only about a dozen of them," he answered.  "So you just wanted 
to put something on that you could blow through without even thinking 
about, so you could watch my every move," I stated, flicking the power 
switch with my foot.  The TV went black and Joe looked at me sheepishly out
of the corner of his eye.

"Here, have something to eat,  I made too much," I proffered the food to 
him.  "You did that on purpose," he said.  "Force of habit.  I'm used to 
cooking for a lot of different boys.  Most boys like to have a full stomach
no matter how smart they are," I added.  He smiled and started to wolf down
the eggs and toast.  "So, you didn't eat this morning," I observed, 
"Because your mom..." he cut me off "...DAD didn't leave me any money to 
buy groceries."  "And your mom?" I asked.  "Is in Colorado with my step 
dad," he said.  "You're here for the summer," I stated, more than asked.  
"No shit, Sherlock." he replied, as he smiled between mouthfuls.  "Brian 
told you that I had food.  Why did you tell me you weren't hungry?"  "I 
didn't want to owe you anything," he answered.  "So why now?" I wanted to 
know.  "Because I like you," he said simply.

I stood up and walked over to the camera.  I slid the picture from 
underneath it and turned it over.  It was a picture that Joe had taken of 
his own face.  I looked back at Joe and he started laughing.  He had caught
me good.  I still had to figure out a way to get those pictures back.  I 
wasn't worried about the one of me pissing, but the other two were worth 
twenty years in a dark hole.

"So where's the picture?" it seemed best to start out bold.  That gave him 
the advantage and he might slip up out of pride.  I knew that I could still
take this kid in a game of wits.  I had seen them all - and ended up 
fucking or sucking them all.  He must have had an IQ approaching 175,  That
was more than I had ever tested at, but I had the experience, and he was in
my element.  This would take some time, but the payoff... Oh yea, the 
payoff.

"Don't you mean pictures?" smiled Joe making a critical error.  He could 
have strung me along for hours without ever having to tell me that he had 
more than the one.  I breathed a little easier.  This kid wasn't a psycho, 
he just wanted some attention.  Mom ships him off to dad in the summer,and 
dad is some workaholic who probably doesn't even want him there.  Now that 
I knew the score, I could survive this game.

"Well, I'd like to see what you've dug up at least.  I certainly won't deny
that there may or may not be more pictures around here," I stated.  "Maybe 
if you could describe these photographs, I could help you look for them," 
he smiled sweetly.  In the sunlight I could see the little swirls of blond 
hair on his cheeks and the tiny ones over his lip that would someday sprout
into an ugly, rough beard.  "There's a total of three - including the one 
you snapped this morning - and I think you know what they look like," I 
smiled back at him mocking his innocent look.  "Are the pictures of boys or
girls?" he continued.  "Boys," I answered.  "With or without clothes?" he 
grinned.  "Stark naked," I replied.  "Tsk, tsk," Joe shook his head.  
"Naked pictures of boys.  This should be reported to the proper 
authorities," he said seriously and made for the door.  I didn't even turn 
around.  "Aren't you going to stop me," he asked hopefully.  "No, you have 
to do what you think is right," I said turning towards him, "I admire a boy
of upright moral convictions who knows what he has to do."  His mouth  
dropped open in surprise.  "And besides you don't have the pictures, I do."
I held up three Polaroids in front of me with the backs facing him.  "Thank
God these lads will never see the light of day.  I'd hate to think what the
'proper authorities' would do with them," I added as I waved the pictures  
in front of him.

His look of shock turned to surprise, and his eyes darted to the bookcase. 
That was all I needed.  I dropped the pictures and made for the bookcase.  
The only place he could reach would be behind the CD rack.  He ran for the 
pics I dropped only to find some old shots of shipping damage to a tuner I 
bought last year.  "You tricked me!" he shrieked.  "Well, yes, I guess I 
did.  Don't ever try to match wits with the master."  I groped behind the 
rack and produced the pictures.  "Oh, by the way, thanks for slime gun.  I 
put it away for safekeeping."  "You fucking fag.  Wait until I tell my 
father what you do," he said stomping towards the door.  "Your father 
hasn't listened to you a day in your life and you know it," I said - acting
fast.  "My father loves me!" he screamed hysterically.  "Yea, I'm sure 
that's what it says on all the cards he sends.  He does send cards, doesn't
he?" I asked sweetly breaking into a small grin.  "You fucking bastard!  
I'll kill you!" he screamed, his voice breaking into a shrill falsetto as 
he ran for me - fists flying.

He was pretty strong and worked up but I caught him, tripped him up, spun 
him around and hugged him down to the floor.  He screamed some more and 
cried and screamed and cried and after about five minutes he just went 
limp.  I held him gently the whole time, using only enough pressure to 
restrain him.  He sobbed in my hands as I stroked his sweaty, matted hair. 
I moved to sit cross-legged on the floor and pulled him into my lap.  I 
faced him towards me and hugged his face to my shoulder.  He put his arms 
around me and gripped me tightly, in a scared little-boy realization that 
his dad really didn't give a shit.  I continued to rub his back and neck 
and administer comforting "It'll be all right"'s and such.  He sagged into 
sleep and I carried him upstairs to my bed.  I took off his shoes and left 
them in plain sight.  I went back downstairs and finished my coffee 
thinking about what the next few hours would be like.

I went ahead and cleaned up any sex evidence from the apartment.  I didn't 
think I'd have any more trouble, but you can never be too sure where a boy 
is concerned.  I looked again at the picture of Al and Brian smiling 
naked,Brian covered with a mask of semen.  I hoped Joe would be good for 
some of the same.

I was watching a twenty-year-old Jetsons episode when he came quietly down 
the stairs.  He had his shoes on and wouldn't look at me.  "Hi, did you 
have an nice nap?" I asked quietly.  "I've got to go now," he answered, 
edging towards the door.  "I'd like you to stay," I said, "Please stay with
me.  I like you a lot."

"After what I did?" he asked, startled that I forgave him so easily.  "What
did you do?" I said smiling, "I seem to have forgotten," I broke into a 
wide grin and opened my arms.  He came forward and hugged me with all his 
strength.  He even tried to pick me up off the floor.  I bent over and 
kissed him on the nose.  "That's for being the smartest boy I know," I 
said, as I patted his firm rump.  He smiled brightly and said "Do you 
really suck cock like Brian says?"

"Yea, I'm afraid so," I answered, "I can't seem to help it.  I just like 
boys so much I'll do anything to make them happy - and that sure seems to 
make them happy." "You're a pedophile," Joe said.  "Well, if you have to 
give it a name..." I said trailing off.  "What else do you do with boys?" 
Joe was going to quiz me to death, I could see.  "I try to do whatever the 
boy wants as long as it won't hurt him or me.  Remember, I want the boy to 
be happy and I won't ever suggest doing something unless the boy brings it 
up first.  I don't want any boy to ever get the idea that I want him to do 
something he doesn't want to do.

"Do you butt-fuck?" he persisted, "or do you just jerk off, or..." I didn't
want to run the gamut with him.  I sat down on the couch and patted the 
cushion next to me.  "I'm in the middle of a very important program and I'd
like you to watch it with me."  He sat down and moved up to cuddle next to 
me.  I put a protective arm around him and listened to George screaming 
"Jane.  How do ya stop this crazy thing?"

"Do you want to see my dick?" asked Joe.  That was a question that could 
really get my attention.  "Let's just say that if all your clothes fell off
- I wouldn't cover my eyes," I answered.  "Don't do something just because 
you think I want it Joe.  Boys come here to do things that they want to do 
and can't do anywhere else.  Just do what you want." That was about as 
diplomatic as I was going to be.  I really liked this kid and he had a lot 
of potential.  This wasn't going to be some kid that I could just fuck and 
leave; he was high maintenance - and I loved it.  I'd do anything for this 
kid, he really had a spark in him.

"I want to take my clothes off," he said plainly. "And I want you to 
also,"he finished.  "Sounds great to me," I answered.  I stood right up and
pulled off my shorts.  I paused at my briefs and gestured to him asking if 
I should continue.  Joe was kicking off his shoes and socks and just nodded
for me to continue.  I dumped my briefs and stood naked with my hands at my
sides.  Joe was trying to kick off his pants while pulling off his shirt 
and he was making a mess of it in his hurry.  I steadied him and helped 
with his shirt.  His reddish-brown nipples stood out hard and ready.  The 
furrow between his breasts was perfect and his stomach had a modicum of 
baby fat.  His navel was a tight diamond and his penis bulged under his 
shorts.  He shucked off his pants and turned his back to me.  He smiled 
over his shoulder as he slid his briefs down his trim ass, exposing his 
brown hole and the little hairs surrounding it.  I rubbed my penis in 
anticipation.  As he leaned over to get completely naked, I could see the 
back of his scrotum hanging between his legs.  A little trail of fur 
connected his anus to his nuts.  He winked his anus open a little, showing 
me he had control over this muscle.  I was ready to shoot my load already 
and had to drop my stiff pole.  This kid was going to tease me like no 
other and I was dying to watch the show.

He turned around sporting a five-inch erection that stood out from his 
stomach by only about 20 degrees.  A clear drop of pre-cum exited his shaft
and joined the river running down to his hairless balls.  His balls were 
big too, and his sack hung down like a man's.  The hair around his penis 
was still in two unconnected, light brown, tufts.  His glans was a light 
burgundy and had a beautifully upturned rim.  His penis skin was 
smooth,with a color transition about 1/3 of the way down from his 
circumcision.  His vein pulsed and he lightly flexed his ass muscles to 
make his rod bounce.

I started to breath in a ragged, sexual manner.  I was ready to do his 
bidding.  "Let's go upstairs," he said.  I led the way.  "Nice ass, Baby," 
he teased on the way up.  Sorry, I thought.  I don't let my boys fuck me.  
I hoped I didn't have to disappoint him.  He walked by me on entering the 
bedroom and plopped onto the bed.  He moved his ass right to the edge, 
pulled his knees to his chest, and then opened his legs as far as he could.
His penis leaked onto his stomach and his asshole was completely exposed.  
I could smell his hot musk rising in the room.  "Well?" he asked.  "Are you
going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?"

"Is that what you want?  Really want?" I asked hoping beyond hope that he 
meant it.  "I said it.  I mean it," answered Joe.  I grabbed some lube out 
of the bathroom and kneeled in front of his hole.  There were only a few 
sparse, fine hairs.  It was beautiful.  I stuck my tongue straight into his
flower, bringing forth a shudder of pleasure from the boy.  I licked and 
poked and sucked and slurped all over his ass, nipping at his cheeks and 
going up to his balls.  I washed him in saliva and forced as much as I 
could past his button.

I stood up and started rubbing my cock at his door.  "That's the way.  
Stick it in man," was Joe's only comment.  I plugged my glans in past the 
ring of muscle and he tensed slightly before relaxing.  I waited for a few 
seconds and then pulled out.  I lubed my penis lightly.  He didn't need any
heavy lube - he was ready!  I went right back in and slid in all the way.  
Joe gave a little yelp and I started to withdraw slightly.  His ass clamped
me like a vise.  "Don't even think about leaving," he said.  I nodded 
solemnly and he released my cock.  I started my fucking rhythm and moved my
body around him.  I put my face close to his and felt his breath coming in 
time with my thrusts.  I saw the tiny beads of sweat starting at the curl 
of his lip and I smelled the adolescent smell that escaped from his body.  
He glowed in a sheen of moisture and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling 
him closer to me.  His legs parted completely allowing me to press my chest
to his and pin his member between us.  I rose up and grabbed the lube, 
squeezing a line down his stiff pole.  I then resumed my advances and 
pinned him to the bed again.  His boy-cock sang between us, receiving the 
attention it richly deserved.  His breath came in short pants and I 
increased my tempo dramatically.  He was spastically clamping and 
unclamping on my prick and his hands were on my ass pulling me deeper and 
deeper into him.  I began my final ascent as I felt him start to unload 
between us.  Powerful spurts of his semen erupted as I burrowed still 
deeper.  I could feel him coming, against my stomach, as his whole body was
wracked with his orgasm.  He grunted savagely and grabbed me harder.  I 
released a torrent of juice into his colon.  He convulsed and inhaled 
deeply.  I could still feel his penis pumping out the spurts onto my 
stomach.

I left my penis inside him and collapsed in a pool of sweat and semen.  His
hands were running sensuously up and down my back as his anus kept milking 
on my dick.  I could feel him licking any exposed part of my neck that he 
could reach, and I raised myself to a position that allowed him to kiss me.
I licked his sweaty face and his nose and ears.  We kissed deeply and I 
gave him a few more quick thrusts.  To be able to take this trusting boy so
fully had given me such joy.  I didn't know how I'd ever come to know 
greater pleasure.  He had been perfect.  No one could ever surpass him.  I 
slowly pulled my softening rod from his butthole.  He just lay there, 
spread wide and smiling in the afterglow of a great orgasm.  His thin semen
was spread across his belly and filled his navel to overflowing.  I stood 
over my prize and hoped he would never go back to Colorado.

I picked up the boy, with my sperm leaking from his anus, and carried him 
to the bathtub.  He continued to lick and kiss any part of me he could 
reach. He muttered "Thank you," and I replied in kind.  We were a gooey, 
sticky, semen and saliva covered mess - and I had never been happier in my 
entire life.



Summer's Here, Chapter 5

I spent the summer afternoons around the pool - if I wasn't previously 
committed to taking care of some boy's needs.  My apartment building was 
set up in a manner reminiscent of 'Rear Window' and the pool was surrounded
on all sides by apartments.  Everyone had to walk by the pool to get to 
their place.  This made it an excellent place to check out my neighbors.

Usually I would sit and read the trades or write down my thoughts for 
future stories, and if I was lucky enough there would be kids in the pool 
to spur my imagination.  This was how I finally got to know Brian, which 
led to the adventures of the first four chapters.

I don't ever go out of my way to meet a boy.  I'm actually a little shy 
around people I don't know.  Somehow the kids know that I'm O.K. to take 
chances with.  It's some unspoken message that helps us both to relax.

If they make the first move then I don't mind responding, but I try not to 
put any pressure on them to make that move.

In the late afternoon I would swim for an hour or so, mostly treading water
and watching people arrive home from work with their kids in tow.  That was
how I met Joey.

I hadn't seen the three boys before.  Oh, I knew their dad and had played 
pool with him in the rec room, but he had never mentioned the boys.  I 
watched them all the way to their pool-side apartment.  They all wore tight
bicycle shorts and T-shirts.  I was guessing at seven, nine, and eleven as 
their ages.  Definitely prepubescent.  The oldest one caught my stare and 
our eyes met.  I understood the "I wonder what he wants?"  look in the 
kid's eyes.  Pop hustled them inside and my mind went back to random 
thoughts.

I pondered the possibility of pressing the issue with the boys' father by 
asking him to play a game of pool, but discarded the idea in favor of 
letting nature take its course.  My luck held, though, as ten minutes later
the whole clan ambled out with towels.

They were loud, pushy boys.  Anyone with three kids, especially boys, will 
attest to the fact that it's a miracle just to keep them from killing each 
other.  Dad sat down to read the paper and the boys shucked off their 
shirts and made for the shallow end.  The oldest caught my gaze again and 
gave me a quizzical "So you're still here" look.  I stuck my tongue out at 
him - a standard gesture of mine.  He recoiled slightly and raised an 
eyebrow.  They never expect an adult to do that.

Their dad had the right idea, and basically ignored them as they commenced 
their water assault on each other.  I continued to methodically stroke the 
water and keep my vision locked on the boys.  Eventually the oldest started
to explore more of the pool to get away from his little brothers and he 
circled me.  I kept turning to keep him in view and his gaze stayed locked 
to mine.  It became an unspoken game and he started to try to make me lose 
my lock on him.  He darted back and forth, under water, and I never lost 
him.  Eventually he tired of this and went back to torturing his brothers. 
A few minutes later a phone rang and their dad slowly stood up from his 
chair to answer it.  The boys took this as an invitation to become even 
more rambunctious.  I took this as an invitation to move in closer to the 
object of my interest.  Number-two-son had the neck of his older brother in
a death grasp and was screaming C above high-C into his ear.  After about 
ten seconds of struggle he pried his little brother off.

"That's it, Bobby.  They're coming off," said number-one, pinning his 
brother's arms behind him.

"No, Joey, pleeeeeeeease!!!" squealed the nine-year-old.

"I told you what would happen.  Now you pay the price," answered Joey.

And with that he skinned off the black bike-shorts from his protesting 
brother and with an evil grin threw them straight at me.  I was too 
startled to react in time and the wet lycra smacked me in the face, 
full-force.

I peeled the cloth away in time to see the naked form of Bobby dog-paddling
towards me, his cotton-white butt flashing up and down.  Joey was laughing 
out loud at his act.  Probably more thrilled with getting me than his 
little brother.

I just stayed put and floated the shorts in front of me.  I wasn't going to
do anything to hinder or help this scene.  I was firmly neutral, for now.  
Bobby reached, grabbed his shorts, and immediately began to sink.  He let 
go of his clothes and swam up to breath.  It appeared that he was unable to
handle the two tasks at once.  His shorts sank to the bottom in the process
and he began to pout.

"I'll get them for you.  You go hang onto the side," I said, unable to 
resist giving his firm bottom a push towards the edge.  He paddled off and 
I retrieved his shorts.  I handed him his shorts at the edge and smiled at 
him.

"Thanks, Mister," he said choking back his embarrassment.  He still 
couldn't get his shorts on in the deep end and he looked up to me for 
assistance.  I sighed and pulled him into the shallow end with my arm 
around his chest and his front exposed to the sky.  I stood between him and
Joey as he got dressed and had an unspoken conversation with the older boy.

"So, were you showing off for me, or just reinforcing that you're in 
charge?" I thought.

"Maybe a little of both," his eyes answered.

I stayed in the shallow end floating between the boys for a few minutes and
then moved menacingly towards Joey.  He wasn't sure what to make of my 
advances, but backed away from this unknown adult.  As I approached him, 
only my head protruded from the water.  I smiled at him and then stuck out 
my tongue.  He broke into a smile and flipped me the middle finger.  I 
closed my fist quickly on the surface of the pool and sent a quick jet of 
water into his eyes.  He stumbled back off his feet as the chlorine stung 
him.  I stood silently in front of him as he blinked to regain his vision. 
He finally looked up at me and started to mouth "fuck you."  I clamped my 
hand over his face.

"Just remember, Joey, when I'm here you're number two!"

I punctuated the remark with a finger in his sternum and messed up his hair
as I exited the pool.  I dried facing the boys.  My suit clung to me and 
outlined my package, leaving nothing to the imagination.  I wanted them to 
see, if they wanted to see.  I went back to the table where my paper was 
and pretended to ignore the boys.

That was all the action for the day.  Dad came back out and the boys went 
back to their old tricks.  I got off a couple of more rude gestures at 
Joey, when his dad wasn't looking, but that was about it.

I went back upstairs to watch my favorite boy-show, "Flipper", and relaxed 
from the day's activity with a warm beer.  After the show I went back down 
again to check the mail.  I walked slowly by the open door of my new-found 
friends' apartment and was pleased to notice that the couch still faced the
door.  Joey and brothers were watching some cartoons, now dry and changed, 
as dad still debated the merits of some stocks and bonds or something on 
the phone.  I slipped out my tongue at Joey and grabbed my crotch.  He 
glanced at me and frowned.  I kept walking and checked back over my 
shoulder.  Eventually he showed up outside his door.

"Hey," he said to catch my attention, "Kiss this!"

With that he pulled down the back of his shorts and thrust out his perfect 
behind.  He pulled down his shorts so far that I could see his hairless 
scrotum, hanging, nestled between his legs with his pink hole exposed for 
my viewing pleasure.

I flipped my middle finger at him and immediately turned away and walked up
the stairs towards the mailboxes.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" he called after me.  I ignored him.  I knew boys.  It 
would drive him crazy that he didn't "get me last."

I stood in front of the wall sorting out the junk from the bills.  In a 
matter of seconds Joey was at my side looking up at me expectantly.

"Hey, tough guy.  What's happening?" I queried, feigning a lack of interest
in his answer.

"Who ARE you?" was Joey's reply.

"Just another kid, like you, looking for fun in the sun."

That really threw him.  He thought for a minute.

"What's your name?  Do you live here?" he finally asked.

"You may call me 'The Doctor,'" I answered, "and yes, I live here."

"What do you do?" he continued.

"I have fun," I replied remaining exasperatingly vague.

"No.  What do you DO for a living?  How do you make money?"

"I write about having fun."

"You're a writer?"

"I'm a lot of things.  One of them is a writer," I said trailing off.

"What are the others?" asked Joey curiously.

"Aye, there's the rub," I smiled, "That's something for you to figure out, 
my special friend."  With that I locked my mailbox and started up the 
stairs, back towards my apartment.

"Where are you going?" Joey called up to me.

"Duty calls, Joseph.  Duty calls," I replied without looking back.

I thought it went very well.  I had him coming to me so soon after meeting 
him.  I could see that he was still curious and he didn't look like a kid 
who would sleep too well without being satisfied.

I purposely left the door open.  There was no reason to make it harder on 
him than necessary.  I dropped the mail and plugged in a video game.  I 
started to kill zombies with baseball bats and waited for the young stuff 
to appear.

I thought about his brown hair and green eyes.  I confirmed his age to 
myself.  He could be eleven, it was somewhere in that area.  He was about 
85 pounds, a little on the heavy side for his height, but not fat, by any 
means.  My mind began to wander to his brothers and I could only hope that 
his dad was still dating.  That would mean he would need a baby-sitter.  
What more logical choice could there be than me?  After all, I had plenty 
of experience with boys.  Joey broke me out of my stupor.

"What's up, Doc?" he asked from my open door.

"I'm working," I answered, killing another pack of the undead.

"Looks more like you're having fun."

"Remember what I said about my work?"

"You write about having fun."

"Smart boy.  You win a coke."

I ushered him in with a nod and he slowly moved in.  I went back to 
concentrating on the game.  I ignored his rumblings in the kitchen as I 
made the world safe for the living.

"What's this for?" He asked holding up one of my extra-power squirt guns.

"Why don't you guess?" I growled.

"What a wise-ass," he mumbled.

I smiled to myself and pretended not to hear him.  I heard him running the 
water and knew he was filling the gun.  I prepared myself for the attack.  
I paused the video game and stood up from the floor.  I nonchalantly walked
towards the kitchen and Joey fumbled to hide the bright orange weapon.  I 
opened the 'fridge and palmed two ice cubes.  I threw one into my mouth and
kept the other one handy, but out of sight.

"Oh, Doc, I've got something for you," sang my future boyfriend.

I turned and caught the water blast in the chest.  I stood there as he 
hosed me down.  I grabbed him, after a while, and wrestled the gun out of 
his hands with precisely placed tickles on his body.

"Here's a sponge," I said, dropping one on the floor, "wipe it up."

"Please," I added, and kicked him affectionately in the butt.

He knelt down to sop up the excess fluid from his attack and I grabbed him 
by the back of his shorts.  Thank God for elastic.  I pulled his shorts and
briefs away from his body, revealing his tasty crack.  He tried to whirl 
around, but could only turn his head towards me.  I flashed a wicked smile 
and held up the ice cube.  He started to try to scramble away, but he would
have to leave his shorts to get away.  I slowly started to move the ice 
down from the small of his back towards his ass.  He squirmed and struggled
to no avail.  My middle finger parted his cheeks and guided the cube down 
towards his hole.  He clenched, as best he could, without any effect.  I 
felt for the softness of his anus and placed the ice right up against it.  
I teased his hole by pushing the ice gently into it and then releasing the 
pressure.  I kept it there for a good thirty seconds before letting it fall
harmlessly into his underwear.  He turned around to face me.  He was madder
about being set up than he was about the ice in his shorts.  He flipped me 
the finger and I darted my hand towards his crotch.  I cupped his package, 
forcing the ice into his groin.  He yelped and jumped up.

He backed away from me, not really knowing what to say about being so 
rudely violated.  He shook his leg and the ice skittered across the floor. 
I picked up the sponge and handed it back to him.  He took it from me and 
bent over to finish his task.  He hurriedly realized his mistake and turned
to face me before resuming the cleaning.

"You can play, when you're finished," I offered, pointing at the video 
game.

"Thanks, Doc, but I gotta go back home."

"Well, don't forget your coke.  And why don't you take that squirt-gun too?
I'm sure you and the boys will have more fun with it than I will."

"Really?  Gee thanks," he smiled warmly and picked up the gun.

I put my hand on his neck and rubbed the silky skin below his short hair.  
He looked up at me and stuck out his tongue.  I stuck out my tongue and 
lowered my head to the level of his face.  He reached out and grabbed my 
tongue between his thumb and forefinger.  I sucked his fingers into my 
mouth and held his thumb with my teeth.  He tried to pull his hand away, 
while I gave an expert blow-job to his thumb.  He stopped struggling and 
stood there, feeling the sensations.

"That feels neat.  Like a little eel movin' all around."

I opened my jaws and he left his thumb in my mouth.  I teased it like a 
boy-cock.  I pretended that there was a separate head and lavished 
attention on it.  I delicately explored his thumb's nonexistent piss-slit. 
I deep-throated him and sucked hard enough to turn his thumb a nice shade 
of red.  I removed him from my mouth and licked up the sides towards the 
tip, swirling around the nail.

"You know, the last place I had my hand was down my pants," he grinned.

"Yea, I know," I answered, stone-faced.

He looked shocked again and pulled away from me.

"I gotta go.  Thanks for everything."

"Come back soon.  Maybe we can...," the door slammed behind him, "have 
sex..." I trailed off under my breath.

I waited hour or so and decided to take another walk by Joey's apartment.  
I saw that the door was open and I walked right up.  I knocked and all 
heads turned towards me.  Joey was clearly surprised.

"That's the man who helped me in the pool, Daddy," piped up Bobby.

"Oh, that was YOU.  Thanks for watching the boys.  I had to take a call," 
stated their dad.

"My pleasure.  I was wondering if you wanted to play a little pool, but I 
see you've got your hands full."

"No, I'd love to, but I still have to fix dinner and make some more calls."

"No problem.  Maybe tomorrow?" I smiled and started to walk out the door.

"Hey, Dad, can we go play pool with him?" asked that saint of little boys -
Joey.

"Huh?" said dad.

"Well, you always say that we're buggin' you when you're on the phone," 
added the little scamp.

"I certainly don't mind.  As long as they're good losers," I added 
helpfully.

"Sure, if you really don't mind.  I shouldn't be more than an hour or so.  
Tell you what - I'll order in a pizza, O.K.?"

"Sounds great.  Let's go, boys."

I loved using that phrase.  It always seemed to precede me getting some 
good, wholesome, grade-A, boy-dick in my mouth.

I ushered my charges towards the rec room.  It was pretty dreary.  Just a 
dimly-lit room with a couple of chairs, a dart board, and the pool table.  
Off at one end were the bathrooms and separate men's and women's saunas.  I
had talked the manager into letting me have a key so she wouldn't have to 
trudge down every time I wanted to entertain a boy.  After a nice game of 
nine-ball, I had sucked off Brian more than once in the sauna.

Joey and Bobby started a sword fight with the pool cues the instant we got 
in.

"Listen, guys, this can be fun for all of us if we work together.  Let's 
not ruin it right off the bat."

The boys looked at each other and then at me.

"Rack 'em up, Joey," I said, pushing him towards the table.

I approached the youngest brother.  He was small enough that I could pick 
him up with one arm.  I knelt in front of him and pushed his hair away from
his eyes.  He grinned up at me and I cupped him towards me with a firm hand
on his butt.

"What's your name, good lookin'," I said.

He giggled and stared, gnawing nervously on his fingernails.

"Andy," he answered.

"Well, Andy, you sure are a big boy.  You can be on my team, O.K.?"

I stood up and took his hand in mine.  He closed his fingers around my 
thumb and we walked back to his waiting brothers.

"Hey, no fair," frowned Joey, "How come he gets to be on your team?"

"Because I need someone who can play to carry the weight for me," I 
answered, mocking Joey's hands-on-hips stance.  This brought a giggle of 
laughter from both Bobby and Andy.

"You guys wait till tonight," scowled Joey.

"Hey Jo-key, no threats here, we're on neutral territory," I warned, "You 
guys can break."

Pool is such a lovely game.  If you get bored you can always just lift up 
the leg of your opponent's shorts with your cue and illicit a stream of 
little-boy laughter.  I knelt Andy on the table and wrapped my arms around 
his tiny body.  It was his shot - I just "steadied" the cue.  Each time I 
put my hands somewhere different on his body.  When the other boys were in 
front of us, I would let my hand wander under his shirt onto the naked skin
of his back.  I ran my thumb under the elastic of his little briefs and 
gently stroked the flesh.  I could feel his rhythmic breathing and his 
wonderful heartbeat.

"Getting comfortable, Doc?" asked Joey, raising an eyebrow.

I immediately removed my hand from Andy and looked back at Joey with a 
perfect poker-face.

"Why, whatever do you mean, Joseph?" I taunted.

That got his brothers going again and Bobby started repeating, "...whatever
do you mean, Joseph?" over and over, between his fits of laughter.

The only look I saw in Joey's eyes was jealousy.  That was encouraging.  I 
didn't want to play the boys off against each other, but a little healthy 
competition could be just the thing to turn this into a party.  I walked 
over to Joey and cupped his shiny face in my hand and smoothed back his 
hair.

"Don't worry, I loooooove you too!"

That brought more laughter from the boys, but I kept a lock on Joey's head 
and looked into his eyes.  I licked my lips sensuously and pulled his hand 
up to my mouth.  I licked the tip of his thumb and then kissed the back of 
his hand.  I stood behind him and pulled him off balance until he was 
leaning, bodily, against me.  I placed my hands over his breasts and 
lightly teased his nipples.  Bobby, now silent, looked on, feeling his own 
jealousies start to rise.

"Your shot, Bobby," I said.

As he looked down to make the shot, I moved my hands to the neck of Joey's 
shirt and pushed underneath to the bare skin.  I felt the softness of the 
baby-fat and the roundness of his torso.  I flicked at his pink nipples 
until they actually started to harden into two small dots.  By the time 
Bobby had finished, my hands were back in view.  Joey looked up at me and 
bit his lower lip.  I patted his stomach affectionately and went back to 
help Andy with his shot.

There were only three balls left on the table when I announced that I was 
going to the bathroom.  This activity always presented itself as an 
opportunity for a curious boy to sneak up on a semi-naked man, something 
that almost no boy could control - I hoped.

"You guys finish off the table while I go pee," I announced.

I put my cue back in the rack, and with a quick smile ventured down the 
dark hall at the end of the building.  As I rounded the corner I looked 
back to see both Bobby and Joey watching me intently.  At the last possible
instant for me to see, they both started to move towards me.  I smiled and 
entered the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.  The light in the 
bathroom would, hopefully, act as a homing beacon to the brothers.  I 
pulled my shorts down to my knees, exposing my butt to their view the 
instant they turned the corner.  I started to whistle the famous part of 
Ravel's "Bolero" and emptied my bladder into the bowl.

"I see your butt!" shouted a very proud and excited Bobby.  He stood next 
to his equally impetuous older brother.  I glanced over my shoulder to see 
both of them with their eyes glued to my ass.

"Boy, I wish I had some ice," said Joey.

"You got hair on your butt," noticed Bobby.

"That's 'cause he's a man, stupid!" chastised Joey, "He's got hair on his 
dick too, and his balls, and under his arms, just like Dad."

"Lemee see!!" ordered Bobby.

He pushed past Joey and entered the bathroom.  He tried to get around my 
side, but I kept slipping a leg over and blocking his view.  I moved to 
purposely give Joey an excellent shot of my pecker.  It had started to grow
in length slightly and Joey kept his eyes locked on my rod while a 
frustrated Bobby tried to worm between my legs.

"I wanna see!!" squealed Bobby.

I looked directly at Joey and milked the final drops of urine out of my 
hardening penis.  He looked up at me and I licked my lips.  He bit his 
lower lip again and wiped a small trail of sweat off of his upper lip.  I 
pulled my shorts up and picked up Bobby.

"I wanna see your hairy dick, Mister," pouted an impatient Bobby.

"I saw everything, even his big hairy balls," teased Joey.

Bobby fought his way out of my grasp and ran at his older brother who 
started in with a "...hairy balls" chant to drive the middle child crazy.

I pried the boys apart just in time to hear their father's bellow of 
"pizza's here!" from outside the door.  A little food might settle them 
down for a while.  Then I could get down to business.

We sat around a table by the side of the pool.  All three boys wanted to 
sit beside me.  I worked it out by sitting little Andy in my lap and the 
others on each side of me.  We were sitting on low stools and I could slip 
a hand down to stroke the thigh of any boy I chose.  It was hard to 
concentrate on eating!

"Well, the boys sure seem to like you."

"Yea, I seem to have a way with kids.  They never give me any trouble," I 
answered with my hot hand right at the juncture of Joey's being.  I stroked
the inside of his leg as the back of my hand pressed against his juvenile 
penis and scrotum.  I looked at him and darted my tongue out to wet my 
lips.  He looked at me and swallowed dryly.

"I gotta go piss," he said and stood up from the table.

He didn't have enough time to rearrange his little hard-on before I caught 
a glimpse of it.  He walked stiffly back into the apartment.  At that point
the phone rang again.

"Shit!  This is going to drive me insane!" shouted the father of my new 
buddies as he leaped towards the sound.

I took this lull in the eating activity to massage the inside of Bobby's 
leg and put my hand directly onto the package of the boy in my lap.  Bobby 
was ready for this and parted his legs widely while smiling ear-to-ear.  I 
wasn't sure why he'd decided that this was O.K. with him, but I wasn't 
going to argue.  He pulled the leg of his nylon running shorts inwards so 
my hand could reach up further towards his jewels.  Then instantly he 
pushed my hand away.  He jumped up from the table and ran to the apartment.
My heart went to my throat and I tensed up so quickly that Andy grabbed 
hold of me out of instinctive fear.  I thought I was dead-meat and Bobby 
was going to tell dad about the "bad man."  Boy, was I wrong!

Bobby peaked into the doorway from outside and then ran back to stand next 
to me.

"Daddy's still on the phone," he whispered.

With me sitting and him standing, his crotch was about even with my waist. 
He pulled up his shirt over his white stomach and hooked both thumbs under 
the edge of his shorts.  He looked towards the door again and then pulled 
down his shorts and underwear in one quick motion.

It's funny that the first thing I notice about a boy is his underwear.  If 
he's clothed I try to catch that little line that shows at the top of his 
pants when he bends over.  If they're changing clothes in front of me I 
always study the shorts even after they come off.  Since I was looking at 
Bobby's briefs inside-out I was trying to make out the pattern on the 
outside.  It looked like some comic book character, but I couldn't really 
make it out.  Then I saw the familiar "S" Superman logo around the 
waistband.  I imagined him running around the house with a bath towel for a
cape, a T-shirt that was too small for his protruding belly, and those 
undies on.  For about five seconds there, I didn't even look at the hard 
boy-cock jutting towards me.

"C'mon!  Hurry!  They'll be back soon.  If Joey sees he'll kill me!"

With that Bobby forcibly grabbed my hand and placed it on his package.  I 
couldn't believe this kid.  He was worried that his brother would catch him
getting his rocks off on my hand more than anything else.

It was early evening and there was only enough ambient light to see about 
twenty feet with any clarity.  I moved my hand to Bobby's pot belly and 
rubbed around his tiny navel.  I lowered my hand to his cock and started to
masturbate him lovingly.  I cupped his tight scrotum with my other hand 
while his baby brother looked on.

"Bobby's got a boner," Andy pointed out, smiling.

"Yea, little buddy, I think you're sitting on one too," I whispered 
nuzzling his hair.

I took a big chance.  I was ragingly horny for this boy.  I sat Andy down 
on an empty chair and pulled the cheese off of a slice of pizza with one 
hand while squeezing Bobby's glans with the other.  I wiped up some warm 
tomato sauce off the crust and used that as a lubricant to jerk-off Bobby's
engorged dick.  He started to moan softly as soon as the thick sauce heated
his boner.  It was good pizza with lots of olive oil.  It was a great lube.
He started thrusting into my hand and I kept up jerking him off for about 
thirty seconds.  I dropped to my knees in front of the kid, where anyone 
could walk out of a door and see us, and sucked his whole package into my 
mouth.

He let out a too-loud moan as I enveloped his pink rod.  He was as hard as 
I have ever seen a boy.  It felt like his skin would split open.  I sucked 
hard and licked the underside of his organ.  His tiny piss slit was almost 
invisible to my tongue.  I grabbed a napkin off the ground and wiped the 
sauce off my hands.  Then I gently cupped his ass cheeks and forced him in 
and out of my mouth.  He started to clench his cheeks in anticipation of 
whatever a nine-year-old's climax was.  He rocketed his little dick into my
mouth over and over again, then pulled it straight out.  I could see it 
beginning to soften, so I assumed he was done.  I helped him pull up his 
shorts, smooth out his hair, and generally make him look presentable.  He 
ran to check on his dad and Joey and when he came back he just shook his 
head 'no.'  I decided I had been lucky so far...  Why not finish the act?  
I turned him around and pulled the back of his shorts down.  I bent him 
over and spread his ass-cheeks.  He looked a little surprised, but didn't 
stop me.  I knelt again and sniffed his little-boy scent.  The aroma of his
crotch sweat filled my nostrils.  It was intoxicating, exhilarating, 
fantastic!  I felt my heart beat in my ears and my whole body go flush with
a sex-fever.  I buried my face in his smooth butt and licked from the back 
of his scrotum to his asshole several times.  I could hear him giggling and
feel him wiggling his butt as I cleaned off the scent from his virgin 
bottom.

"That tickles!" he said excitedly.

"Good tickle or bad tickle?" I asked.

"Good tickle," he said after another giggling fit.

I wiped my spittle off his crack and pulled up his shorts.  I pulled Andy 
back up onto my lap and we all continued to eat our dinner.  It felt like 
we had been at it for an hour, but our little "interlude" had only taken 
two minutes.

I was a little more interested in finding out what had triggered Bobby's 
expression of sexuality than I was in finishing my food.  I still had a big
lump in my throat and chugged down a quart of soda to try and sort out my 
innards.

All three of us kept exchanging glances and smiles as I petted both boys.  
I excused myself and went to find their dad and Joey.  Dad was on the 
phone, still, and the bathroom door was closed.  Hmmm, apparently Joey knew
a little about solo sex.

The boys' dad waved me in.

"I'm going to have to go to the office for a few hours.  There's a crisis 
in Tokyo.  Could you possibly... I hate to even ask, watch the boys until I
get back?"

"Not if you're going to Tokyo," I said shaking my head, "Of course, I don't
mind.  They're great kids.  We'll rent a movie or something."

"Thanks a million.  You're a life-saver."

"Don't give it a second thought.  It's my pleasure."

Never had words from my lips rung so true.  It would definitely be my 
pleasure.  Joey exited the bathroom tucking his shirt into his shorts.  He 
looked up at me standing next to his dad.

"Joey, I've got a little emergency down at the office.  You guys be good to
my friend while I'm gone."  He patted me on the shoulder and whispered in 
my ear, "Good luck!"

Joey looked me up and down trying to find a hole in my armor.

"You ever baby-sit before?" he quizzed.

"I've done a lot of things before," I answered, "A whole lot of things.  
Let's go finish up outside and then I'll kick your ass at another game of 
pool."

I walked outside with my hand on Joey's neck feeling the small fine hairs 
that indicated the need for a hair cut.  His brothers were the picture of 
contentment.  Bobby smiled a victory smile that only he and I understood.  
We cleaned up the pizza boxes and went back into their place.

They wanted to watch the Bugs Bunny special that was on and I had no 
problem with three boys getting comfortable on top of me to watch TV.  
After a hour of pawing and petting each lad equally, I was sporting a pair 
of tightly swollen testicles.  While I was content to stroke their arms and
upper bodies, each of the lads unconsciously started to manipulate their 
genitals.  Andy, on my lap, sucked on his thumb while his other hand 
fingered his penis.  Joey was on the floor, between my legs, with his hand 
down the front of his shorts.  And Bobby reached his package through the 
leg of his shorts.  I basically spent the time trying not to come in my 
briefs every time Andy moved his tight ass!  Surely I had died and gone to 
heaven.

As the show ended, Joey announced that he wanted to go swimming again.  I 
pointed out that it was kind of late and we would all have to be quiet.  I 
finally got them to agree on a ten minute time limit.  I scurried the boys 
into the bedroom they shared and retrieved their suits from the bathroom.  
My heart started to beat faster as the seconds ticked away until I would 
see the boys naked.

They were all rough-housing, awaiting my return.  I pulled at the pile of 
legs and arms, breaking up their game.

"All right, boys, let's strip down and change."

My voice quaked with the tremors of lust.  I knelt beside Andy again.

"Do you want me to help you, Andy?"

He nodded his head in an affirmative gesture.  I raised his arms and pulled
off his shirt.  His pink nipples were barely as big around as an aspirin 
tablet.  His skin was so smooth and silky to the touch that I gasped.  I 
lowered his shorts by running my hands down his back, rump, and legs, 
feeling each in turn.  His brothers watched my every move, but made no 
effort to start changing.  Bobby idly massaged his penis through his 
shorts.  Andy's small snail of a penis was at its full relaxed length of 
maybe an inch or so.  He was uncircumcised, but Bobby was cut.  Joey was 
probably cut too.  Andy stepped out of his clothes and into his 
butt-hugging bicycle-shorts.  I lowered his genitals past the elastic band 
and played with his miniature testicles for a second.  I picked him up and 
threw him on the community bed he shared with his brothers.

"I need help too!" piped Bobby.

"No, he's helping me first!" demanded Joey.

"Both of you come here," I gestured.

I grabbed the back of their shorts and pulled them both off at the same 
time.  Two erections bounced towards the ceiling.  Both boys bent over in 
surprise and a little pain.

"OOPS!  Sorry guys, I didn't know you had boners," I apologized.

"It's O.K.," Joey answered for both of them through gritted teeth.

I raised their arms and off came the shirts.  Their erections dwindled 
some, but I still had a fine view of their cocks.  I paid particular 
attention to Joey's cut member.  Even semi-hard he had a good three-inch 
penis, crowned with a superbly tapered glans that flared its rim out for 
the greatest possible friction.  His slit was quite large and I would 
easily have something to tongue.  Only the fine hairs of youth were on his 
loose scrotum.  He pulsed his penis at my attentions and it began to grow 
again.  I was close enough that he could feel my ragged breath on his nuts.
As he rose to complete attention, his penis swelled to over four inches.  I
could make out the slightest bulge of his urethra starting to distend from 
the body of his cock.  I paused for a second to take a mental picture of 
him that way and then started to dress both boys.  When they were ready I 
motioned them to follow me to the pool.

"Aren't you gonna change?" Bobby and Joey asked at the same time.

"I'm already wearing my swim suit," I answered, pointing to my shorts.

They both looked disappointed.  Don't worry, I thought, if I have it my way
tonight you'll get a good up-close look at my package.  I had already 
soaked through my underwear with pre-seminal fluid and was happy to be 
going in the water before it reached the outside of my shorts.

We all dove in and splashed around for a while.  No one seemed that 
interested in swimming and I interpreted that as a Joey-plot to get me 
naked while changing with them.

"Let's get out and play another game of pool, guys," I offered.

They agreed and we exited to the rec room, towels around waists.  I racked 
and broke, but there was little enthusiasm for the game.  The older boys 
wanted to see me naked and they had failed.  They were pouting around and 
starting to fight again.  I knew what would save the evening.

"Have you guys ever heard of a sauna?"

"Yea, it's like a steam room or something in Norway," answered Joey.

"Sort of.  There's one here we could try out if you want."

They shrugged their shoulders, not seeming to care one way or the other.

"There's only one problem," I pointed out, "To do it right you have to go 
in naked!"

That sure got their attention - even little Andy.

"You mean," said Bobby.

"No clothes," broke in Joey.

"At all?" finished Bobby.

"I said n-a-k-e-d, but you can wear your towel if you're shy."

"Are you shy?" asked Andy.

"Not even a little bit," I said with my broadest smile.

"What the HELL are we waiting for?" shouted Joey.

Both he and Bobby grabbed one of my hands.  We only stopped long enough to 
let Andy jump off the pool table onto my back.  I was then dragged down the
hall by these no-nonsense little guys to the wooden door of the sauna.

I set the heat as high as I thought I could stand for the hour I expected 
to be in there and filled the water basin.  I grabbed a used towel and 
cleaned off the wooden slats in case there was any funk left over from 
previous parties.  This sauna was well lit.  The whole ceiling was composed
of lighting fixtures and exhaust fans.  I beckoned the boys in and closed 
the door.  They pushed me down onto the first row of benches.

"Strip," said Joey in the most demanding voice an eleven-year-old could 
muster.

They stood in front of me with their arms crossed, looking very intent.  It
was a little intimidating, but these guys sure knew what they wanted.  I 
was too horny to make a big production out of it and just dropped my 
clothes and towel to the floor.  My penis and testicles hung down quite 
nicely.  The boys moved closer to examine me.

"See, I told you he had hair there," Joey said pointing at my crotch.

"Big balls," noticed Bobby.

"Boner," said Andy, laughing.

And how true that was.  I was becoming erect before their very eyes.  I 
flexed my ass to bounce my hard-on in front of them.

"Cool," was the only thing Joey could say.

Andy didn't need words.  He just reached out and grabbed my glans between 
his fingers and squeezed it like a grape.

"Yeeeeow!" I squealed, pulling away from the little vise-like grip.

"NO, ANDY!" scolded Joey, "You've got to be gentle, like we showed you in 
the tub.  Hold it like a hot-dog."

Joey reached out and took my member in the classic jack-off hold.  He 
smoothly stroked the shaft and opened up his fingers as he reached the tip.
His hand came away with a good shot of my pre-cum that he had inadvertently
milked out.

"Check it out, Bobby.  I think this is sperms," said Joey excitedly to his 
little brother.

Bobby strained to look at my goo in Joey's hand.  He reached out and 
touched the clear fluid.  Joey looked me directly in the eye and licked his
hand clean.  Bobby watched him smacking his lips, hesitated for a moment, 
and followed Joey's lead.  I watched them both licking me off their 
prepubescent hands and my penis twitched.  A string of juice slipped out of
my slit and started its slow journey to the floor.  The boys watched, 
fascinated, but Andy saved the day again when he caught the string in his 
hand and pulled it away.  He licked his hand clean and held it up for us to
inspect.

"Now, I think it's time you boys got naked," I said.  With that I grabbed 
the closest boy, Bobby, and started to strip him.  Joey jumped on me with 
Andy not far behind.  They made a game out of trying to keep their clothes 
on while I tried to strip them off.  It didn't take me long to chase them 
down one-by-one and skin them to their birthday suits.  The sauna had 
towels and shorts strewn around like a locker room.  We continued to 
wrestle nude on various levels of the room.  My penis was singing with 
sensation.  The slick sweat on all our bodies lubricated my way into 
baby-boy armpits, hands, knee joints, buttocks, and anywhere else I could 
get some sensation.  The boys, in turn, did their best to stimulate me and 
each other.

Bobby stuck his ass in my face for another session of rimming.  I sucked on
his delicate hole and licked the fleshy ridge that led to his nuts.  Andy 
was suckling at one of my nipples and Joey had his penis under my arm 
tickling his glans on the hair.  I plunged my tongue past Bobby's tight 
hole, with his help, and proceeded to ream him out.  Joey noticed the 
attention that his brother was getting and demanded the same.  One sniff of
Joey's odor sent me to seventh-heaven.  Right on the cusp of manhood he had
the sweetest smell imaginable, barely touched by testosterone.  I wiped his
fluids across my face like a fine perfume.  I eagerly lapped at every inch 
of his body from his navel to his knees.  I saved his perfectly-formed 
penis for dessert.

I rubbed his cock across my face letting my oils lubricate its travels.  
His glans was now a deeper red, engorged and ready.  I sucked his 
low-hanging scrotum into my mouth and licked his sweet orbs.  I tickled his
ridge and got a moan of pleasure in return.  His penis jumped against my 
face, impatient for attention.  I slipped a finger into little Andy's mouth
and gathered up some young spittle.  I lubed Joey's anus while I continued 
to suck long and hard on his balls.  I could feel the tiny, fine hairs with
my tongue.  They were very delicate and cat-like.  His hole opened to my 
finger and I wasted no time in locating his immature prostate.  I applied 
downward pressure and was rewarded by his attempts to fuck my eye out!

I pulled my finger out and set Joey on the level below me, bent over, with 
his ass in my face.  I moved away and motioned Bobby into position behind 
his big brother.  I guided his penis towards Joey's sweaty ass.  Bobby 
pushed my hand away.

"I know what to do.  We do this in the tub."

Well, that was a revelation.  These kids were ass-fucking in the tub.  I 
should have guessed that it wasn't my sexual attraction that had turned 
them into pre-teen sex machines.

Bobby proceeded to fuck his brother, who backed up to meet his thrusts.  I 
positioned myself below Joey to suck his cock.  This worked out great and I
could feel little Bobby's thrusts as they forced his brother down my 
throat.  I gulped in Joey's perfectly sized dick and created a vacuum that 
expanded him to his fullest ever.  He groaned and started to fuck me 
harder.  Andy came down a level and straddled my butt cheeks with his tiny 
penis.  He couldn't really understand penetration, so I clenched my ass 
together for him.  He proceeded to hang on my shoulders and fuck my ass.  
The feel of that soft little boy on my back was just wonderful.

Bobby came quite well and I felt the increased pressure of his final 
assault.  He pulled his dick out and wiped off the funk on Joey's butt 
cheeks.  Soon I felt the pulsing of Joe's orgasm.  His penis strained to 
spit out fluid, but none existed.  He pulled out of my mouth immediately 
and sat back down.  Bobby was now behind me helping Andy get the most 
enjoyment out of my backside.

"Whew!" said Joey, "Now that was a blow job!  No way Bobby could ever do 
that."

"I suck you good!" cried Bobby defending his cock sucking skills.

"Yea, little brother, but not like that.  It felt like you were going to 
suck my dick inside-out!"

I reached around and pulled Andy off my back.  Then I sat down next to Joey
and stood Andy in front of me.  I sucked in his tiny pecker and ran my 
hands over that perfect little ass.  Bobby and Joey started to stroke his 
body and ran their hands all over him.  They moved next to him and pressed 
their bodies to his skin, making as much contact as possible.  The youngest
brother's body was flushing scarlet as he closed in on his orgasm.  He 
started to fuck my face with abandon.  As his strokes increased in 
violence, he started to grind his hips into my face.  My nose was stuck 
into his navel with every thrust.  He locked his hands behind my head and 
curled his upper body over me.  He pummeled me with his soft body until he 
finished with several deep, slow thrusts.

"Bobby, get your finger outa my butt!" he said as he dismounted me.

Bobby grinned impishly.

"I thought you'd like it, Andy.  I do."

I started pulling boy-parts towards me and tickling and pinching them.  We 
all rolled into a sticky, giggling, ball on the hardwood floor.  I rubbed 
my cock between each set of butt-cheeks, like Goldilocks testing each bed 
until she found the one that was "just right."  Andy was "just right," butt
there was no chance I could have him without causing damage.  I got Joey 
down on his back and pinned his shoulders down with my knees.  My penis 
swayed over his face.  I slapped it against his nose.  A ribbon of 
pre-seminal fluid bridged his nose and my glans.  He stuck his tongue out 
and made a long, slow pass at the underside of my dick.  I moved back, 
giving him access to the tip.  He allowed his tongue to explore my glans, 
burrowing it into the slit.  I milked a few drops of clear liquid into him 
and he took it in stride.  I slowly pressed my cock against his lips, 
starting my entry into his mouth.  He formed a circle with his lips and 
accepted my advances.  He took in the first two inches and used his tongue 
like a pro.  He had obviously been doing his brothers for a while.

I pulled out and sat on the bench again, motioning Joey to drop to his 
knees in front of me.  I patted the wood on each side of me and the other 
boys scrambled up to be near me.  Joey settled into a good sucking rhythm 
and placed his brothers' hands in strategic places that his mouth didn't 
cover.  Andy's little fingers felt like, tiny, warm, worms working their 
way into my pubic hair.  Bobby worked over my balls and I stroked whatever 
head or neck presented itself.  I leaned back and closed my eyes.  I could 
hear the slurping and squishing noises of Joey at his task.  I could smell 
the boy-smells and hear their excited giggles.  This was like a dream.

Joey was continually taking more and more of my cock into him.  His mouth 
was bumping against his brothers' hands every time he buried his face in my
crotch.  Bobby moved from my side and I opened my eyes to see him trying to
pull his older brother off my dick.  Joey kept pushing him away and making 
"fuck off" noises in the back of his throat.  I was pretty excited to have 
these two little boys fighting over my cock.  I knew I was about to come.

I didn't see any need to warn Joey.  He still had a couple of inches in his
mouth and the struggles he was having with Bobby were adding a nice 
randomness to my pleasure.  As I climbed the final peak, Bobby tried a new 
tactic to free his big brother's face from my pecker.  He grabbed a fistful
of Joey's hair and yanked - hard.

Joey gave a little yelp as he backed away from his task.  Unfortunately, my
orgasm started at that moment.  As Joey turned to face Bobby and force him 
away, I shot my first stream into his right ear.  I moved my free hand to 
my penis and started aiming my spurts at the two brawling boys.  Joey 
noticed immediately and tried to catch the spurts in his hands as he moved 
his face closer to my lap.  Bobby saw what his brother was trying to do and
he tried to worm his way towards my penis.  I held back my next spurt and 
aimed the built-up pressure towards Bobby.  I released the build up of 
semen and sprayed Bobby's tummy with a gob of pearl jam.

He wiped at the sticky stuff on his belly and brought his hands up to his 
mouth.  Joey was mimicking Bobby's movements and the sound of boys licking 
up sperm took over the room.  I milked the last drizzle of goo out of my 
penis and raised it to Andy's mouth.  He darted out his little pink tongue 
and lapped at my hand.

"It's egg!" he stated excitedly.

"It's sperm," corrected Joey.

"It's good," added Bobby.

The boys had licked their hands clean and Joey grabbed Bobby to lick my jiz
off his stomach.  He followed the trickles down to Bobby's crotch and 
licked his little brother hard.  Bobby started to try to fuck his way into 
Joey's mouth.  After being sure he had cleaned all the semen off Bobby, 
Joey allowed him to enter his mouth.  Bobby thrust like a pro and within 
seconds had reached his little-boy climax.  I pushed the boys back to give 
Andy a shot at my softening cock.  He needed to learn sometime.

Andy took his place between my legs.  I started firming up again just 
thinking about his tiny mouth sucking me off.

"Here, Andy, like this," offered Joey.

Joey picked up my penis and moved it around Andy's lips.

"It's just like sucking a straw.  Don't try to take the whole thing in."

Andy took a few tentative licks at my glans that sent shivers up my spine. 
He slowly took the complete head into his mouth and proceeded to give me a 
very impressive blow-job.  He didn't have much of a rhythm going, but the 
sight of him down there, with his cheeks puffed out comically, sent me over
the edge again.  I only came a few spurts in the little guy, but his eyes 
bugged out and I pulled out quickly, laying the last track across his 
cheek.   He coughed once and then swallowed.

"Did he sperm in you?" asked an anxious Bobby.

Andy opened his mouth and stuck out his semen-coated tongue.

"How come I didn't get any spurts?" Bobby pouted.

Boy, I had never imagined that sibling rivalry could extend to sucking off 
men!

"You can have first-spurts next time.  Promise,"  offered Joey.

"Next time?" I asked Joey.

"Yea, tomorrow, when you take a bath with us.  Dad always goes out with his
girlfriend on Friday night and you're going to be our baby-sitter."

"You sound like you've got this all planned," I said.

"Joey takes care of us," interjected Bobby, while putting an arm around his
big brother.

"He sure does, Bobby.  It looks like he's taking care of me too," I smiled 
and ran my hand through Joey's matted hair.  He blushed at the attention 
and pulled Bobby close to him.

"Boys," I said, pulling them close to me, "I think we're going to have a 
great time together.  I've got some friends I'd like you to meet pretty  
soon.  I think we can all have a lot of fun together."

The boys all smiled.  I started tickling the closest one and instantly we 
were a pile of sticky guys on the floor again.  I laid on my back while 
they climbed all over me, excitedly chattering about penises and sperm.   I
couldn't think of any place I would rather be.  God, I hope this summer 
never ends.



Chapt. 6

I woke up at 2:00 a.m. and he was still there.  I couldn't see him, but I 
heard him breathing.  I touched his back and traced a line down his spine 
with my fingertips.  My hand cupped his right ass-cheek and moved over his 
hip to feel his penis.  I kneaded the soft skin between my fingers.  I 
pressed the sponginess of his glans and traced the slit with my little 
finger.  His scrotum was limp in the summer heat and I felt the outline of 
his testicles through the thin skin.  I moved my hand up his torso until I 
was below his left nipple.  His heartbeat showed none of the excitement 
that we had shared earlier that evening.  I stayed in that position for a 
long time just thinking about what we had done.  I was really starting to 
like him.  He wasn't like the others.  We didn't fuck.  We made love.  This
wasn't at all what I was used to.  I wasn't ready for this.

In retrospect, I shouldn't have gone away that weekend.  I know there 
wasn't anything I could have done about it anyway.  I just wish I had had 
the chance to say good-bye.  I guess if Brian hadn't left, I wouldn't be in
the situation I was in now.

When I got back from the beach I knew there had been trouble.  There were 
notes stuffed under the door.  Hastily scribbled, grocery-bag notes that 
said, "where the fuck are you?"  The phone machine blinked with twenty 
messages and I sat down.  I feared the worst, and then realized I didn't 
know what the worst could be.

"Hey!  You there, man?  Call me."

"Hello?  Hello?  Pick up the phone, man."

"Who are you doing in there?  Answer the fuckin' phone!"

"Call me NOW."

"Listen, it's three o'clock in the fuckin' morning.  I KNOW you're home.  
What is your problem?"

"All right.  Fine.  I don't care either.  Ask someone why you're never 
gonna see me again."

[pause]

"I had fun even if you didn't.  I don't want to leave.  Bye."

It was strange listening to the progression of messages.  He started out as
the confident, cocky thirteen-year-old that he had grown up to be and ended
as the scared little boy I had first met.  There wasn't much left to figure
out.  Brian was gone.  That was all that mattered.  I called his place and 
talked to his dad's girlfriend.  Brian had gotten arrested for some petty 
vandalism. His dad finally threw the fit-to-end-all-fits and Brian was off 
to places North to live with his real mom.  She didn't have a number handy.

I rationalized that he was getting too old for me, but that didn't work.  I
liked him and we had worked off of each other like Batman and Robin.  He 
had kept a steady stream of boys flowing into my apartment and didn't ask 
for anything in return.  Pleasing me had been upmost in his mind and the 
chase had given him purpose.  I hadn't been giving him enough attention.  
Damn!

When I talked to Brian's dad later that night he was still pissed about the
whole mess.

"I told that little fuck I wasn't going to take any more of his shit," he 
slurred.

"Well, you had every right to do what you did.  It might even be better for
him being out of the city."

"Huh?  Yeah, right.  At least now I don't have to worry about where he is 
all the time."

Like you ever did, I thought.

"Do you have your ex-wife's number.  My, uh, son didn't get to say 
good-bye.  We were at the beach all weekend."

I took down the number, as he recited it, and got the full name of his ex. 
I wasn't sure how to explain myself to his mom, but I had to call.  I got 
lucky when his sister answered the phone.  It was a little tough at first, 
but once he realized that I hadn't run out on him he felt better.  He 
promised to visit when he came down again and I didn't feel the need to go 
any further.  The next day I sent him a long letter and a couple of 
pictures of him and his friends.  I didn't think it would be prudent to 
send him a picture of himself covered with Al's and my semen.  At least he 
would have something tangible to remember us by.

I shied away from the other kids for a couple of days.  I just spent some 
time thinking about how Brian and I had grown together.  I wasn't able to 
hold out for very long.  Every time the bell would ring or someone would 
try the door I felt a twinge of guilt.  Finally someone kept knocking on 
the door and wouldn't stop.

"I know you're in there.  I saw your car in the lot.  You can't stay in 
there forever."

I opened the door to face Joe.  He looked at me and sighed in disgust.  
Brushing past me he threw open the curtains and looked around.

"Have you eaten recently?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Fuck.  What am I going to do with you?"

He stood there with his hands on his hips looking as fed-up as any mother 
would when reproaching her recalcitrant son.  I had to smile.  It was just 
so ludicrous to imagine him taking care of me.  I started to laugh and felt
the tears beginning to moisten my eyes.  I put my hand around his sweet, 
twelve-year-old, face and pulled him close to me.

"I didn't know him like, like you did.  I'm sorry he's gone, though," Joe 
said.

"Yeah, thanks.  Nothing lasts forever."

"Oh, please!" answered Joe rolling his eyes, "It's not like he died, or 
something."

"Yeah, you're right.  It's time to move on."

I pulled Joe against me hard and hugged him.  It felt great to have him in 
my arms.  I sniffed at his hair as I stroked his back.

"All right.  Get off of me.  If someone saw this they'd burn you at the 
stake.  Anyway, you smell.  Go take a shower and shave, for God's sake."

Christ, I thought, he *is* my mother.

"O.K.  Mother knows best," I said smirking at the boy.

"Fuck you, faggot!" was his reply, punctuated with a middle finger.  He 
slapped me on the ass and pushed me towards the stairs.

"And don't forget to wash the parts I like," he called up after me.

I smiled to myself and wondered if it had all been a blessing in disguise. 
I had been seeing more of Joe and less of the other kids ever since that 
first day we had together.  I had found myself dreaming about him.  My 
heart raced when I heard someone running up the stairs to my bedroom and 
then sank if it wasn't Joe.  Now Brian was gone and Joe was there.  But, I 
never had the same feelings for Brian that I had for Joe.  It was very 
confusing.  I let the shower blast the funk from two days of self-pity out 
of my eyes.

"Hey, how're you doin' in there?"

I flinched, half expecting another bucket of cold water to  come over the 
shower curtain.  I quickly remembered that Joe didn't need to do that any 
more.  He had tested me to his satisfaction and I had passed.

"Have you washed the good parts?" he pulled back the curtain and reached in
to jiggle my testicles.

I spit a mouthful of water at him.

"Now, now.  Don't you start with me, Mister."

I felt like making another "mother" crack, but I couldn't deal with a 
full-scale Joe-attack right now.  He zoomed off downstairs and I 
reluctantly left the safe confines of the shower.  As I dried, I tried to 
think of the future.  I felt worse about not missing Brian as much as I 
thought I should, than about anything else.  It seemed like I was 
abandoning his memory or something.  The funny thing was that I had been 
deliberately seeing less of him the past few weeks.  The noises from below 
me sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place them.  Then I 
smelled the coffee.  Joe was cooking.

I pulled on some shorts and went downstairs.  There he was, scrambling 
eggs.

"Perfect timing.  These are just about done."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and cleared a space at the counter.  Joe 
pulled down some plates and piled on the eggs, bacon, and toast.  He slid 
one in front of me and jumped up on a stool by my side.  The feelings I was
having for this boy were overwhelming.  This shouldn't be happening.  I had
always rationalized to myself that I used kids, but I didn't love them.  
Sure I liked them a lot, but I didn't love them.  Yes, we had steamy sex, 
but I didn't love them!

I munched and thought, and thought and munched.

    "the things that i had not ought to
    i do because i ve gotto
    wotthehell wotthehell
    and i end with my favorite motto
    toujours gai, toujours gai"

That was something I had read so long ago that I didn't really remember if 
I had read it or dreamt it.  It seemed to fit.  Always gay.  Always gay.

"This is really good," I said, stumbling out of my thoughts.

"Well, I thought you needed something more than a ding-dong," said Joe, 
"After all you're not exactly young any more."

"I wouldn't mind starting my day with your ding-dong,"  I replied, not 
looking at him.

"Yeah, you horny old fucks are all the same.  Fuck 'em and leave 'em."

I darted a biting glance at Joe.

"Sorry.  I, I didn't mean anything by it.  I was just joking."

"I know.  It's all right.  Why don't you go do something fun while I clean 
this place up."

I started bussing the table while Joe assumed an ass-up position in front 
of the TV and started playing some test pilot video game.  In a few short 
weeks we had worked up a relationship that seemed like it had been going on
forever.  We just clicked.  Meeting his dad had been quite a trip.  Joe had
orchestrated some convoluted plot involving an imaginary ex-wife and child 
for me.  Apparently this had been hashed out in his mind to be as 
believable as possible to his old man.  I only found myself having to nod 
at the appropriate pauses in his story.  It seemed that he was thrilled to 
have a responsible adult around to watch his kid while he was out paying 
off his MBA.  He had only enough tolerance in his life for a son - to use 
him as a pawn in vexing his ex-wife.  Every day he was allowed custody of 
the boy, he took him - just to deprive her of having him.  I had trouble 
not spitting on him.  Needless to say, it wasn't too hard to convince him 
that my "son" wanted Joe to sleep over almost every night.

"He's clueless,"  Joe told me later.

"But he's still your dad.  It's not really his fault."

"I know," Joe admitted reluctantly, "but does he have to be so... so, I 
don't know."

"Yeah, I'm afraid he does."

I washed the dishes and looked at the boy sprawled out on the floor, 
completely engrossed in the game.  He didn't keep one eye on me anymore.  I
guess that was the ultimate in trust for him.

"You didn't shave," he said without looking up.

"O.K., O.K." I answered.

I dried off the last pan and headed back up stairs.  Joe was pretty 
fanatical that I shave every day.  He didn't like the roughness of even 
five-o'clock shadow.  I lathered up and started removing what Joe didn't 
like.  He bounced up behind me after a minute.

"Make sure you get it all."

"I always do, Kid."

He leaned up against my back and reached around my body.  His finger 
circled my navel.  My stomach tightened in anticipation.  I felt the blood 
starting in my crotch.  The boy had a sexual fire that burned ever so 
brightly.  He slowly brought both hands down under the waistband of my 
shorts.  My shaving slowed.  His fingers wandered through my pubic hair and
around my swelling genitals.  He started at the base of my penis and 
patiently moved up the shaft.  My erection pulsed in his young hands.

"I haven't come in four days.  Five, if you count today," he informed me.

"I think that makes us about even," I said.

He slowly released me and slid my shorts down, freeing my erection.  I 
stepped out of the way and he threw them over the railing.  His hands 
started on my back and worked down to massage my buns.  Every so often he 
would stick his head out from behind me and smile into the mirror.  I had 
to concentrate on shaving or I would cut myself.  He came around beside me 
and stared at my cock.

"You look ready," he smiled.

Judging by the bulge in his shorts, I wasn't the only one.  He slipped up 
onto the counter to watch me.

"How come we're fags?" he asked.

I had been expecting this conversation.  Not really ready for it, but 
expecting it.  I looked down at him.  Twelve-years-old.  His sexuality 
exploding from every pore.  His sandy-brown hair was turning blond and his 
skin tan from sun exposure at the pool.  He could have any girl he chose, 
but he chose me instead.  He wanted to know why.

"You know I'm not smart enough to answer that," I said.

"Is anyone?" he asked.

"No."

We were both silent as I finished.  My erection had subsided and I washed 
the stray foam off my face.

"What's your earliest memory of sex?" I asked Joe.

He thought for a few seconds and then said, "I guess I was about five.  I 
always wanted to see my friend's older brother naked.  Sometimes we would 
hide in the closet while he changed clothes.  I thought his penis was huge!
I couldn't wait until mine was that big and had hair on it.  I would dream 
about him at night and think about him holding me naked."

"I think you might have answered your own question, Joe.  As long as you 
can remember you've felt this way.  That's the same way I feel.  That's 
what's normal for us.  I don't think it's anything we could change if we 
tried."

"Have you ever done it with an older guy.  I mean, like, someone your age?"

"No, I'm not really attracted to older guys."

Joe let this one play on his mind for a while.  I left him sitting on the 
counter and went into the bedroom.  I made the bed and then laid down on 
the covers.  Joe came in and stood in the doorway.

"So you just like kids?" he asked.

"Mostly," I answered.

"So, when I get older will you still like me?"

This was the hard part.

"I'll always like you, Joe, but when you get older we may not have sex any 
more.  That's part of how a relationship grows and changes.  You may decide
you don't want to anymore, or I may.  People change and that's normal.  I 
don't think we have to worry about that for a long time."

He sat down on the bed and put my feet in his lap.  He started tickling me 
and I tried not to react.  Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed
him.  We started wrestling on the bed.  We were both kicking and laughing 
as we tried to force the other into submission.  Joe grabbed my testicles 
and squeezed.  I immediately stopped struggling.

"You win, boy," I said, holding my hands up in the air.

He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up on top of me.  The roughness 
of his shorts ground into my penis.  He circled his butt over me and teased
my dick.

"So what do you want to do?" he quizzed, grinning with adolescent lust.

"Up to you, stud," I replied.

"Why don't you take my clothes off?" he said.

I reached up and lifted his arms over his head.  I slid his t-shirt off 
over his lean torso, feeling each rib and hard nipple along my way.  When 
his head popped through he tossed his hair back into position.  I felt my 
way, down the fine hairs on his back, to the base of his spine.  His shorts
puckered out and I could feel the strip of elastic that topped his briefs. 
His image in tight cotton flashed in my mind.  I had chased him around the 
apartment this way only a week ago.  I pulled back the elastic and let it 
snap back against the boy's flesh.  I started worrying his bright nipples. 
He closed his eyes, probably reliving the memories of a previous encounter 
of ours.  I pushed him off of me and he lay limp, waiting for me to strip 
him.  I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down.  His penis was 
bunched up, hard, below my hand.  I ran the zipper up and down, slowly, 
sending small metallic ripples into his shaft.  He squirmed in 
anticipation.  Using my hand in the small of his back I lifted his lower 
body off of the bed.  I removed his shorts with the other hand.  He spread 
his legs, wide, to give me the best possible access.  His hard penis leaked
fluid that left a quarter-sized stain on his cotton briefs.  I traced the 
outline of his tight navel and along the edges of his underwear.  He moved 
into my touch, trying to press more of my flesh against his.  I ran my 
fingers under the leg-bands feeling the softer, white, flesh normally 
hidden from view.  He twitched and his penis vented more fluid.  I rolled 
him over onto his stomach and started to massage his wonderful back.  Joe 
sighed and relaxed completely.  This was something that we both loved.  I 
worked the skin and muscles over, turning him into a plastic fluid in my 
hands.  His body yielded, willingly, to my caresses.  It was rare if he 
didn't fall asleep after ten minutes of this.  Using only the lightest 
touches of my fingernails, I finished him off.  I could hear the soft, 
regular breathing of the boy.  I slowly pulled down his briefs in back, 
exposing his perfect butt.  As gently as I could, I rolled him over.  He 
remained oblivious to my actions.  I carefully removed the last clothing 
from him and stepped back to gaze at the beautiful youth.  His silky body 
shimmered in the morning light.  The light dusting of hair above his penis 
focused attention on that wonderful organ.  His testicles flopped in their 
sack, relaxed and waiting patiently for the next time they were called upon
to perform for my pleasure.  I marveled at how I could be so lucky.  A 
slight breeze lifted the curtain from the window and the boy stirred.

He stretched his muscles and yawned.  He didn't know where he was at first.
Blinking in the light, he looked at me watching him.  A smile of 
recognition and love spread across his face.  He propped himself up on his 
hands and stared into my eyes.

"How long was I out this time?"

"Long enough for me to realize how beautiful you are."

"Yeah, right.  I wish you wouldn't say that.  It sounds so weird."

"Maybe queer?" I offered.

He looked at me, feigning a lack of interest.  I grabbed his ankles and 
pulled him to the edge of the bed.  He laid back down, knowing what to 
expect.  His legs automatically parted.  His aroma was wafted to me and 
pulled me towards him.  I started licking his inner thigh, where muscle was
winning out over baby fat.  I continued on his other leg and then sucked 
his fat scrotum into my mouth.  I tongued his hot balls and gobbled them in
as far as I could.  My tongue found the seam that ran towards his anus and 
I flicked it back and forth.  He  moaned, half out of pleasure and half 
from knowing what was going to happen to him.  I couldn't reach his anus 
with his balls in my mouth, but he tried to contort himself so that I 
could.  It never worked, but he always tried.

I released his sack with a wet plop.  His penis was still puddling 
pre-seminal fluid on his stomach.  I wiped up his fluids and spread them 
across his glans and shaft.  My finger tips found his nipples and 
lubricated them with his juice.  I climbed up next to him and licked each 
reddish brown button clean.  He licked his lips with anticipation and 
thrust his hips into the air.  I pulled his body into mine and stuck my 
tongue in his ear.  My hand felt his heart race.  He twisted his head 
around and found my lips with his.  His hunger was boundless.  His tongue 
slipped into my mouth as he started to hump my leg, urging his release 
towards the surface.  I kissed him back, with force.  I maneuvered his 
penis away from any direct stimulation and twisted his right nipple.  I 
felt the groan start in his chest and exit into my mouth.

He wasn't going to last much longer and I didn't want to take a chance on 
his orgasm being less than spectacular.  I slid back down to his waist and 
started licking his penis slowly, and deliberately, from the base to just 
under the head.  His buttocks contracted milking prostate secretions into 
the open.  I licked until he was completely wet, then I plunged my mouth 
over his rigid stiffness.

He gasped, expelling all the air in his lungs.  He began breathing in 
short, ragged breaths.  As I increased the suction on his penis his 
contractions started.  The liquid semen of a boy spurted out of him and 
splashed the inside of my mouth.  I redoubled my efforts to bring all the 
blood in his body into his penis.  Five days of pent-up sex fluids flowed 
into me.  I strained to extract more than there was.  His passion was 
endless as he continued to bury his sweaty fur into my face.  His smell 
almost made me come.  I pulled back, keeping only his glans in my mouth, 
slowly rolling it across my tongue and nibbling it like a grape.  The 
sensitive tip was balanced precariously on the edge of pain and pleasure.  
The neurons screamed mixed signals at his brain and he pulled himself away 
from my wet grasp.

He lay there gasping, a sheen of sweat covering his chest and face.  I 
wiped him down with my hand and licked his sweat from my fingers.  He still
smelled more like a boy than a man and I hoped that we had some more time 
together like this.  I still had a mouth full of his juice and I kissed him
wetly.  A small stream escaped my lips and filtered into his mouth.  His 
tongue searched my mouth looking for more of his immature seed.  He flicked
at each of my teeth searching for an entrance.  I started tickling him 
again and we rolled into a wet ball.  My face pressed against his ass and I
started to lick his anus.  He jolted with the feeling of my tongue on his 
sweaty crack.  I rolled him onto his side and he automatically pulled his 
legs up to his chest.  This was what he had really been waiting for.

He looked over his shoulder to inspect my progress.  My tongue was forcing 
its way into his rectum and he was opening wider with every lick.  I knelt 
so he could see what I was doing.  A string of semen and saliva drizzled 
from my mouth to my hand, where I whipped it onto my bursting erection.  He
licked his lips knowing, too well, that his pleasure would be greater than 
mine.  I handed him a small towel that we kept by the bed.  He would use 
this to catch the powerful streams of his orgasm that we had learned could 
reach the wall.

I settled into my defined role and took position behind him, interlocking 
my body against his.  The hot flesh of our bodies molded itself into a 
single unit.  My slick penis found his ready anus - dilated and waiting.  I
wriggled my glans past his muscle.  He instantly relaxed, feeling the 
pleasure, and pressure, well up inside of him.  This was what he wanted.  
This was what he begged me to do.  This was why I loved him.

"Fuck me hard this time.  You're always afraid to fuck me hard."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't break me.  I'm strong," he emphasized this by bringing me to a 
grinding halt in his rectum with a quick tightening of muscles.

I nibbled on his ear and increased my tempo in him.

"That's the ticket.  Harder."

I began the long strokes that started with just the tip of my penis lodged 
inside of him and ended with my testicles forced between his cheeks and Joe
clawing at the bed to keep from falling off.

The five days of adult semen and emotions welled up inside of me sprayed 
forth all at once.  I beat him up with my penis.  I screamed and shot my 
load deep inside of his body.  Stroke after stroke, I spurted gobs of 
pecker-snot into him as deep as I could.

After twenty strokes I slowed down, feeling the same pain/pleasure 
sensations that had rocked Joe's adolescent body only minutes before.  I 
waited until I was on the point of panic and pulled out.  I grabbed the 
towel from Joe's lap, knowing full well that it would be sticky with his 
young load.  I wiped my penis and Joe's butt clean of the evidence.  I 
looked at the cloth and watched our juices mingle as they soaked in.  Joe 
rolled back towards me and looked at the cloth.  His eyes came up to meet 
mine.  He had been crying.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No.  That's not it at all."

"What is it then?"

"I don't want to say.  You'll think I'm weird."

"I'll say it, if you won't.  I love you."

He looked up at me, shocked that I was able to verbalize his feelings and 
surprised that I felt the same way.

"I love you very much," I said.

A tear curled down across his cheek and I licked it off.

"I prayed that you would say that.  Is it wrong to pray for that?"

"It's never wrong to pray for love."

"But they say that the way that you love me," he paused and sucked in a 
short breath, "and the way that I love you," he averted his eyes from mine,
"is wrong."

"In love, you can choose your own path.  If that happens to coincide with 
someone else's idea of what's right then that's fine.  If it doesn't, then 
that's fine too.  If there are people out there that are so insecure that 
they have to put down what we do, then that's their problem, not ours.  
Besides what they don't know won't hurt them."

With that I mussed up his hair and slapped him on the butt.  We took a 
slow, warm shower and cleaned up.  I left Joe to expel me from his innards 
while I fixed a snack.  I felt alive and happy.  I finally understood what 
my friends felt like when they were in love.  Love, what a foreign concept 
it had always been to me.  I was so caught up in my feelings that I could 
barely hear the knock at the door.  It was a soft knock, a scared little 
boy knock.

I opened the door to reveal Timmy sitting with his back to me.

"What's the matter, kiddo?" I asked.  He fell backward into the room with 
the door no longer there to support him.

He blinked in surprise.

"You're here!" he said scrambling to his feet, "I gotta go," he added, 
scurrying into the bathroom.

I went back into the kitchen and added some more food to the snack plate 
for Timmy.  We had only had that one encounter with Brian a few weeks ago. 
Brian decided to keep the ten-year-old for himself and there wasn't much I 
could say about it.  He followed Brian around like the protector he was.  
The attention Brian showed him was all sexual, but that was better than 
nothing in Timmy's book.  Brian had brought him by a few times and he had 
waited patiently, downstairs, while I had serviced Brian.  Timmy didn't 
look too happy about Brian and I doing the nasty, but I could understand 
that.  Now that Brian was gone, it looked like I was nominated for 
big-brother duty.  I didn't know how this was going to fit into my new 
sexual life with Joe.

Timmy exited the bathroom hitching up his sagging pants.  He jumped up on 
one of the stools and watched me slice cheese.

"Brian's gone," he said.

"Yeah, I know.  Are you O.K.?"

"Yeah," he said in a voice that meant "no."

He looked like more of a mess than usual.  There was mud in his hair and 
all over one side of his body.

"Can I have some of that?" he asked, pointing at the snack tray.

"I can fix you something else, if you want," I offered.

"No, this's O.K."

He started grabbing ham and cheese off the tray and stuffing it into his 
mouth. I poured him a glass of milk and he chugged it down in one gulp.  I 
kept filling him up and he kept knocking them back between bites of food.

"You're really hungry.  When did you eat last?"

"I don't remember.  It wasn't yesterday."

"The last time you ate was with Brian, wasn't it?"

He didn't answer.  He was too busy making up for lost time with the food.  
If he hadn't eaten since Brian left, then he probably hadn't been home 
either.  That was borne out by his coating of filth.

"What's going on at your place?" I quizzed.

"Mom's got her boyfriend there," he managed to get out between swallows.

Brian had mentioned the psycho drug-dealer that Timmy's mom was getting 
pumped by.  The guy had slapped Timmy around enough that he knew not to 
show his face when dick-head was there.  That also meant that it was Timmy 
who had been beating on my door for the last two days.  There was a lump in
my throat.  I had been moping around and Timmy had been sleeping in the 
dirt.  That hurt.  He sat back for a minute and settled himself while he 
thought about what he wanted next.

"What's going on?"

Joe stood there wrapped in a towel, looking at us.  I could sense the 
jealousy in his voice.  If Joe was as mature as I thought he was, then I 
could work this out.

The boys didn't know each other very well.  They had only seen the other in
passing.  Timmy moved to my side, very nervous at being confronted by the 
larger boy.

"Tim, why don't you go watch some TV for a few minutes?"

I pushed him past Joe's scowl, into the other room.  I grabbed Joe by the 
arm, pulling him back upstairs.

"So, do you fuck him too?"

"You're sounding like a little girl, Joe.  Yes, I've had sex with Timmy.  
No, I don't feel the same way about him as I do you.  I love you!  Timmy 
has problems that we can't even began to understand.  Do you know where he 
slept last night?"

"At home, in bed?" he asked.

"How about outside in the mud?  Go down and look at him and tell me if you 
see a happy, well-fed kid."

Joe looked a little embarrassed, when I confronted him with the evidence.

"Let's go back down," I said, putting my arm around his waist and pulling 
him close.

I pushed him towards the younger boy and pretended to be fixing food.

"Hi, I'm Joe."

"Hi," replied Timmy.

Joe looked the boy up and down and said, "Let's go upstairs and get you 
cleaned up."

He reached his hand out towards the boy and Timmy looked up at me for help.
I nodded that it was O.K. and that was enough.  Joe hustled him upstairs 
and I heard him start the bath water.  This seemed like a replay of my 
first encounter with Timmy, where Brian and I had speared him in the tub.  
My thoughts were interrupted by the thumping of Timmy's clothes hitting the
bottom of the staircase.  I walked over and looked up.  Joe smiled and 
waved at me.  This might work out better than I had hoped.  Joe loved 
taking care of people and Timmy sure needed taking care of.

I grabbed the clothes and put them down to soak.  I decided to fix Timmy 
and Joe some burgers.  They both needed something better than junk food.  I
was waiting for them to come back down and after an hour I couldn't wait 
any more.  I wanted to give them some time together alone, but I was dying 
of curiosity.  I snuck up the stairs and peaked into the bathroom.  The 
boys weren't there and the tub was empty.  I looked in the bedroom, and 
they were there curled up on the bed asleep.  Joe was naked, having used 
his towel to dry and cover Timmy.  His hand protectively covered the boy 
and held him close.  Timmy's head rested on Joe's chest, with his hands 
curled under the towel.

I knew I would probably never know what the boys had talked about, but they
had obviously found out that they needed each other.  I slipped off my 
clothes and slid onto the bed behind Joe.  I reached over Joe and put my 
hand on Timmy's back.  I snuggled my body into Joe's warmth and fell 
asleep.

I woke up on my back with Timmy on my chest.  I blinked the sleep away as 
the smiling boy tickled me awake.

"Where's Joe?" I asked.

Now that I was awake, Timmy bounded off my chest and out of the door.

"Right here," announced Joe.

I looked up and he pointed the Polaroid at me.

FLASH

FLASH

FLASH

He snapped off three quick ones as I struggled to get out of bed.  I could 
hear Timmy giggling around the corner.

"What's the big idea?" I asked, rubbing the blindness away.

"Oh, you'll see!"

Timmy stuck his head in the door and exploded in childish laughter.  I was 
still rubbing my eyes and they didn't seem to be clearing.  Actually they 
started to hurt - a lot!  I stumbled towards the bathroom and started 
flushing my eyes out in the sink.  The boys were both laughing at me and 
kicking me in the butt.  As soon as I could see, I was going to get them 
good, I promised myself.  Finally the stinging subsided and I looked up 
into the mirror.

My body was streaked with color.  I knew exactly what had happened.  I kept
those colored, soap, squeeze-crayons around for kids to use in the tub.  
The little fucks had covered me in the stuff.  I looked like some weird 
cross between a parrot and a peacock.  Then I noticed the holiday ribbons 
tied in bows around my dick.  Green, red, and white.  How festive, I 
thought.

The boys were crying, panting, self-satisfied balls of flesh rolling on the
floor.  Apparently they had never seen anything funnier in their short 
lives.

"O.K., O.K., smart guys.  You got me good.  Would you care to unwrap your 
package?" I asked, pointing at my penis.

Joe tried to catch his breath as he reached up to pull the end of one bow. 
As he touched it he exploded into another fit of giggles and fell back to 
the floor.  Timmy tried to crawl up my leg, but was shaking with laughter. 
I pushed him off, on top of Joe, and the boys clung to each other lost in 
glee.

I removed the ribbons, which they had been careful not to over-tighten and 
started up the shower.  I left the boys clutching at each other and stepped
in.  It didn't take long to wash the goo away.  I had to smile to myself, 
thinking about what must have gone through their minds as they plotted, 
together, to "get" me.  I exited the shower and had to go back into the 
bedroom to get a towel.  Joe and Timmy were both on the bed sporting 
erections.  I grabbed the towel off the floor and started to dry off.

"We want to fuck!" stated Joe.

"Go ahead.  I'll leave if you want me to."

"No!  We want you to fuck us!" exclaimed Timmy.

"Did you guys talk about this?  How do you feel about sharing, Joe?"

"He needs us now," said Joe squeezing Timmy's penis, "He doesn't have 
anybody left."

"How about you, Tim?"

"I want you to be my dad," he said quietly.

"How about we just agree to be really good friends and see how it goes from
there?"

Both boys nodded enthusiastically and grinned back at me.

I watched the boys, each with the other's penis in his hand.  Four hours 
ago they didn't even know each other, and now they were going to be 
inseparable.  They each filled a great void in the other.  I still wasn't 
sure why I was there, but they seemed happy about it and I wasn't going to 
question my luck.

I jumped on the bed, bouncing the boys half off.  I grabbed Timmy's little 
hand and looked at the glistening sheen of Joe's juice sticking to his 
fingers.  I licked him clean and smiled.

"Looks like you guys got a head start."

"You lie down.  We're going to do you first," Joe ordered.

I threw the towel back down and rolled onto my back.  The boys each 
straddled one of my legs.  I could feel their hard pricks pressing into me.
Joe started right in licking my glans.

"Watch, Tim, this is how you suck a dick real good."

I had to smile remembering Timmy taking all of Brian's six-inch cock his 
first time out.  But, Joe was going to teach his "adopted" brother the 
tricks of the trade.  The boys passed my dick back and forth.  Joe 
corrected Timmy's style, urging him to add nuance and variation to his 
technique.  I tapped Joe on the head, signaling the start of my orgasm.  He
swallowed most of my cock, using Timmy's hand to masturbate the last inch 
or two.  Timmy was softly stroking my belly and teasing at my navel with 
his free hand.  He kept his face close to Joe's and watched his intense 
concentration as he tried to pull me over the edge.

I tightened noticeably and released a torrent of stud goo into Joe.  He 
pulled back so he could feel the second shot ripple across his tongue.  He 
began to jerk me fiercely and aimed my penis at Timmy's face to share me 
with him.  I shot again as the little boy's lips barely touched the head.  
He enveloped me and finished off the last few spurts.  Joe showed him how 
to milk the last, hidden, semen from my sagging organ.  He flicked his 
tongue at each drop as it appeared.  Joe finished me off with a slurping 
cleansing of any remaining material.  Both of them looked up at me for 
approval.  I rubbed their heads affectionately and cupped each boy's face. 
Their eyes were clear and searching.  They only wanted to please me and 
they had.  It hadn't been the best orgasm that I had ever had.  Not by far,
but the effort on the part of the boys had made it the happiest experience 
that I have ever known.

I didn't know where we were going with this relationship and I couldn't 
bring myself to think about the end of summer, approaching quickly, that 
would see Joe flying back to Colorado, me returning to work, and 
God-knows-what happening to Timmy.  I pulled the boys tighter against me 
and felt the heat radiate into me from their bodies.  At least we were all 
happy now and that was all I could hope for.  Moments of peace and 
happiness were all that I could ever know in this country.

Maybe it was time to leave.

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