A Family For Christmas
Chapter 01
Chase: Big Brother...Guardian Angel
Micah's Precious Christmas Gift Pt.2
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
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- Walter Colton
“Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.”
- Lady Marguerite Blessington, Countess of Blessington
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NOTE TO READERS
If you haven’t read my Christmas story, Micah’s Precious Christmas Gift, from last year, or have read it already, you may want to give it a read first before starting in on this one. Even though this second Christmas story, Micah’s Precious Christmas Gift Part II: A Family For Christmas, can stand on its own in many ways, it is still a continuation of my first one so worth the extra time to go back and read it. Here is the button to direct you to Micah's Precious Christmas Gift
Feel free to email me at ([email protected]). I respond to all of my readers.
This work is copyrighted © by Hunter Woods. No part of this story may be transmitted or reproduced in whole or in part in any form including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, and recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the express written consent of the author. For those of you who just blow this off and decide to steal anyway keep these thoughts below in mind:
“Intentionally using the quotes of others without author attribution is plagiarism and contributes to illiteracy.”
- Rain Bojangles
“Most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared, from the hive.”
- Walter Colton
“Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.”
- Lady Marguerite Blessington, Countess of Blessington
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NOTE TO READERS
If you haven’t read my Christmas story, Micah’s Precious Christmas Gift, from last year, or have read it already, you may want to give it a read first before starting in on this one. Even though this second Christmas story, Micah’s Precious Christmas Gift Part II: A Family For Christmas, can stand on its own in many ways, it is still a continuation of my first one so worth the extra time to go back and read it. Here is the button to direct you to Micah's Precious Christmas Gift
Also, it is important to note that this second part of my Christmas story is told from different perspectives. At the beginning of each chapter the title will reflect the perspective of the person it is coming from. I’m always trying new things, so this was an interesting way for me to write Part Two of my Christmas Story. I hope you enjoy the continuation and the way it is presented.
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EXCERPT FROM PT.I, CH. 04: A CHRISTMAS KISS
“You know what I think?” Chase asked looking deep into Micah’s sparkling blue eyes.
The smaller boy craned his neck staring into the teen’s eyes shaking his head. “No…what?” He yawned which surprised him as he realized maybe he was more tired than he thought.
“I think Maddie was right…and Tim too.” Chase smiled down at the boy who looked back with a confused expression that was just too cute.
“I don’t understand.” Micah finally admitted.
“Well Maddie says you are a gift and Tim says you are an angel.” I paused watching the boy digest the information before continuing. “Well I think they were both right…you are the cutest sweetest Angel ever, but also for our family a very special and precious gift on Christmas.”
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CHASE: BIG BROTHER…GUARDIAN ANGEL
Making my way down the wet sidewalk I paused for a second to zip up my jacket. It was mid-October and had gotten a bit wet and nasty out as of late. It even snowed a little the other day, but it wasn’t cold enough for it to stick yet. This time of year it was mostly just kind of wet, cold, and nasty to walk home in from school. Today was one of those rare days where I actually didn’t have any homework. Somehow I managed to be ahead in schoolwork for once as I trudged my way through the damp weather with a half empty daypack towards the elementary and middle school where both Tim and Micah attended. It was about a block away from my high school and usually I’d cut across the street heading straight home avoiding it altogether since the little rascals got out about ten minutes earlier than I did and would make it home on their own.
“Hey Chase, how’s it hanging.” I heard someone calling out to me as I turned noticing a car slowing down before coming to a stop on the side of the road next to me.
Stooping over, I chuckled. “Oh, you know.” I responded recognizing the older boy who was a senior in my school as he put the lever in park allowing the car to idle so we could chat.
He was a kid I knew fairly well since we were both on the same wrestling team in school. I was pretty good too, even though I drove my coach nuts because of my weight. I weighed right around a hundred fifteen pounds and the cutoff between two of the weight divisions was at a hundred and thirteen pounds. Of course he was constantly on me for dropping a couple of pounds to give him more flexibility, but my folks were adamantly against trying to have me monitoring my weight. They said whatever it is then that is where it should be and I tended to agree. It really didn’t matter much to me which weight division I was in, but I could understand how it tied my coach’s hands. Besides, since I began wrestling my weight was slowly going up anyway and trying to keep it artificially down wasn’t a very healthy attitude since I wasn’t overweight or anything.
The older boy shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, that’s the problem, we all kind of know.” He chuckled teasingly referring to my ample sized endowment. “Anyway, need a ride?” He asked casually with me shaking my head and chuckling at his good natured rib.
“Nah…gotta pick up my little brother.” I responded.
“Oh, yeah cool. How’s Tim doing anyway? Christmas is coming up so I was kind of wondering if he is still planning on singing in the choir. My voice has changed so much I don’t know where I will end up this year.” He boomed out, artificially lowering his voice and then began to cough because it went a bit too deep making me chuckle.
“He’s alright, and as far as I know yeah, he still plans on singing. I have to admit he does have a great singing voice, but don’t tell him I said so. Oh, and it’s not him I’m picking up. Tim’s got a doctor’s appointment so I’m meeting up with Micah. The two of them usually walk home together, but…,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Oh…yeah…forgot about the other one. Hope Tim’s alright.” He added focusing back on Tim as if Micah didn’t even register on his radar since he was only a foster kid.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s all good. He’s been preparing for that big skate boarding contest coming up at the skate park and his leg’s been bothering him for a while now. You know how he tends to get banged up.” I gave a dismissive snort.
“Yeah, hear you there. He’s pretty damn good on that board of his.” He admitted.
“Tell me about it. The biggest surprise though is Micah. He’s gotten really good in just under a year and gives his older brother a run for his money.” I added pointedly seeing the other boy frown. “The two of them make a pretty good team of it and have a lot of fun together as they challenge each other. Since I’m the one who usually has to take them to the skate park I get to see them in action. Gotta admit, I’m a bit envious at times the way those two can handle the board. Anyway, gotta get going because Micah’s waiting and I promised to pick him up and treat him to a hot cocoa at the corner shop.” I smiled waving at my buddy as he shifted the lever to drive and took off.
It’s strange how time zips by as you get older; especially, once a guy is in his teen years. Smiling I had to shake my head because it’s been almost a whole year since Micah entered mine and Tim’s life on Christmas Day. Since then I’ve turned fifteen years old with the younger blond boy also recently having a birthday turning ten. Tim was just about to turn eleven this month and was on pins and needles hardly able to contain his excitement. For the most part none of us have changed all that much since last Christmas; other than maybe having a small growth spurt or two and adding a few extra pounds to our small frames.
Young Micah was such a blessing to our entire family and the best Christmas gift ever in my humble opinion. Some of my friends thought it was kind of strange how Tim and I treated the younger boy like our very own flesh and blood brother, but from the very beginning it had never crossed our minds to treat him any other way than how we felt about him. We loved him and he loved us and that was what a real family is all about. He may not be my flesh and blood biological brother, but I loved him the same amount I did Tim. Deep down I knew Tim felt the same way.
Even though there were legal documents saying he was our “Foster” brother, Tim and I didn’t see it that way and neither did my folks. Thinking on it, I didn’t believe even Micah viewed us any other way than me and Tim being his brother, and my folks being his parents. Within a month of living with us he was even calling my parents Mom and Dad, and no one in our family thought it odd because it simply felt right.
At the end of the day Micah was a member of the Miner clan now and we loved him as one of our own. Last year the nine year old boy suddenly became a part of our family when my father brought him home. When Micah was really young his mother had died and a young couple took it upon themselves to look after him. They did a good job of it until they fell on hard times themselves. Without much options or hope they had abandoned the boy in the department store where dad was working because they could no longer afford to care for him. They should have handled it differently of course, but for obvious reasons where frightened to go to the authorities. They were now homeless themselves with their own baby and simply couldn’t make things work. It was actually a miracle how things worked out with Micah finding a welcoming home with us through a random series of events.
For some odd reason my father had returned back to the store after his shift because he felt a nagging sensation that something was wrong. It was snowing like crazy that night and he found the boy huddled in a cardboard box. The first night he took the boy to the police station and they promised to find him a safe place. The next day my dad found out the jerk of a sergeant on duty the previous evening had tossed the little guy in the station’s downstairs jail department. After one of dad’s friends, who was also a sergeant at the police station, found out what happened they immediately got Child Family Services involved where luck would have it was another one of our family’s acquaintances. Since it was Christmas, there was a Family Judge visiting the station because she used to be a law enforcement officer herself in years past and always dropped by to bring the officers some treats. With the approval of Family Services the Judge gave temporary custody to my parents over Micah. Ever since then he’s been a part of our family with none of us ever looking back.
Walking across the school parking lot I made my way between the walkway of two buildings heading for the playground where I was supposed to meet up with Micah. It was a small community so the school was sort of shared between both the elementary students up to age eleven, which included Micah and Tim, and the middle school for the twelve and thirteen year old kids. For the most part it worked well enough keeping the older boys separated from the younger kids yet still able to share the sports facility and the common lunch room area.
Rounding the corner I saw some movement along the edge of some trees at the far end of the playground, but ignored it as I looked around. There was no one in sight and I began to panic wondering what happened to Micah when I heard some shouting off in the trees where I had seen the movement just a second or two earlier. The commotion wasn’t natural turning into screams of alarm and I recognized Micah’s higher pitched voice screeching to be left alone and pleading for help. My heart leaped into my throat and I immediately took off for the trail reaching it within a few seconds and tearing down the track.
Within moments the shouting and screams intensified with Micah’s pleading voice asking again to be left alone and why they were doing this. His plea suddenly turned into one of sheer panic before it was completely cut off. The noise hadn’t been far away and to my surprise I suddenly rounded a corner seeing a jumble of arms, legs, and bodies rolling around on the ground as everyone seemed to vie for supremacy. There were five kids in all, including Micah, rolling around under the trees in the wet dirt and leaves. I could tell this wasn’t for fun and saw one of the boys suddenly land a punch against Micah. It was only a glancing blow because all five boys were rolling around shoving and kicking each other in the process.
It was total chaos and I didn’t know what was going on, only that everyone seemed to be all piled up on top of Micah who was crying and trying to get away. They were also all older than my little brother and I figured they must be from the middle school because they looked to be about twelve years old. My heart leaped into my throat because it looked like four older boys beating up on Micah and not waiting for one of the boys to land a real punch I immediately jumped into action. I recognized almost all of the older boys as I began forcefully shoving them off of the smaller blond boy, and I wasn’t being gentle about it either.
“Get the hell off of my little brother.” I shouted heatedly letting these jerks know I meant business.
For a second I thought about punching and kicking some of them, in particular one kid I knew was a total asshole just like his older brother, but I was fifteen and there would definitely be some blowback if I started giving a beat-down for real. Still I didn’t hold back too much, tossing them off of Micah with a couple of them slamming into the nearby trees and grunting in pain.
The twelve year old boy who had the older brother immediately stood up and started for me, but I squared off scowling at him and holding up my hand in warning. “Back off!” I commanded letting him know I meant business noticing him turning red with anger.
“Just wait until I tell my brother what you did Chase. You’ll get yours tomorrow and sooner or later Micah will pay too.” He shouted which only managed to confuse me because for the life of me I didn’t know what Micah could have done to deserve this from the older kids.
For the most part both Tim and Micah got along well with the other kids in their respective age group. Ever since the younger boy started to go to school here there weren’t any problems from the other kids in the elementary school, but Tim had mentioned some of the other older boys from the middle school also knew about the youngest member of our family being a foster kid and had started to pick on him. They didn’t say or do much while Tim was around and I had a feeling some of them were afraid of my little ten year old scrapper.
My brother was an easy going kind of kid and well liked, but a bit high strung at times with a boundless amount of energy and who never backed down from a fight either. Of course it wasn’t like he always got into fights or anything, but he was fiercely protective and everyone knew it; especially, when it came to our newest family member. He made it very clear he wasn’t going to take crap from anyone against his ‘little’ brother so managed to keep the older boys at bay for the most part.
Micah was crying and crawled up to his feet immediately wrapping his arms around me while I protectively kept him behind me in case one of the kids tried anything. The twelve year old boy who had confronted me sneered, but motioned for the others to follow him. Three of the boys turned and started making their way back towards the school with another boy who I didn’t recognize, but was the same age as the others, taking a step forward as if to say something. I immediately shoved him watching as he landed on his butt.
“I said stay away from my little brother if you know what’s good for you.” I warned glaringly before I focused on Micah wrapping my arm around the sobbing boy.
The little guy was a total mess and wasn’t making any sense so I picked him up in my arms and started heading down the trail towards our house. He wasn’t really heavy, but still, at ten years old he was way too big for me to carry him all the way home so after a short distance I set him down on his feet and quickly looked him over. The smaller fair haired boy looked a little banged up and dirty from head to toe, but seemed none the less worse for wear all things considering.
“Are you alright?” I asked hearing him sniffling and still too upset to talk.
Sighing I wrapped my arms around his small shoulders feeling his arm settling around my waist. “Come-on let’s get you home then.” I smiled softly at him giving the boy a gentle squeeze guiding him home with neither one of us saying anything and our side trip to the corner store for hot cocoa all but forgotten.
Ten minutes later we stepped inside the nice toasty warm house and I was guiding him into our shared bathroom. Without a word I adjusted the water and turned on the shower before sitting down on the closed toilet lid pulling Micah over with me before removing his wet jacket and tugging off his shirt. He didn’t protest or seem to care as I unbuttoned his filthy jeans pulling them off of his legs. They were completely soaked with mud and I realized he must have rolled in a huge mire of muck. He was on the bottom of the pile after all so I suppose it wasn’t a surprise he’d get the brunt of getting filthy. I managed to get his wet socks removed as well feeling his small hands settling on my shoulders for support. Even his underwear had somehow gotten caked with the brown slimy sludge as I reached over tugging down his small cartooned briefs exposing his pale smooth nakedness.
The younger boy lifted his legs with his thin silky smooth and soft two and a half inch uncut penis swaying back and forth while his small tangerine sized scrotum bounced around between his thighs. He hadn’t changed much between his legs since last year and it never ceased to amaze me seeing the cute little boy equipment on his very angelic features. It wasn’t anything sexual between us just simply that he was such a beautiful looking kid and seeing him naked always took my breath away.
Sharing the same bathroom we’ve seen each other in various stages of dress over the course of the year since he’s moved in with us, and have even bathed together a few times. From the very beginning it had never been a big issue between him, Tim, or me. Of course I knew the two younger tykes messed around with each other sometimes, which I suppose was only natural curiosity at their age. It was something I had done with some of my own friends as well.
Surprisingly enough, even though the two younger boys shared a room together, it wasn’t like they were having sex all the time. I thought for sure that they’d be humping their little peckers together every night right after they had experienced their first shared orgasm that night after Christmas. It didn’t happen that way though, but I had no illusions of them messing around together on plenty of occasions when the mood presented itself. I suppose being able to have sex whenever they wanted sort of acted as a coolant on that sort of behavior. They of course enjoyed how it felt, but at their age it was probably basic types of touching and grinding without it being anything too serious at this point in time.
Dad had talked to both of them extensively about the topic, and I’m sure it was another factor which had cooled their jets a bit; although, I got the sense there were other reasons as well. They weren’t the only ones who my dad had talked to concerning sex. I don’t know how he knew I was no longer a virgin, but he had and made it very clear he wanted me to be careful about things. Of course last year at fourteen years old and truly discovering sex for real that was a very difficult thing to ask of me. The night I lost my virginity hadn’t been the last time I dipped my fishing pole in the pond. I was a horny teenager so had taken the opportunity whenever it presented itself because it was just too damn fun and felt too damn wonderful not to take advantage of that extra curricular type of activity.
Reaching out I brushed aside some of the smaller boy’s long locks from his Carolina blue peepers and dirt smudged face. After a year he still had that long surfer style honey butter blond colored hair. As kids got older their hair tended to turn darker shades, but I could tell Micah’s hair would retain those lighter hues well into his teen years and even young adulthood. The smaller boy had such soft angelic features with very intense bright blue eyes that always sparkled, but at the moment seemed a tad duller indicating his troubled state.
“Are you alright?” I whispered tenderly with the smaller boy nodding while I brushed some of his hair behind his ears and cupped his flushed soft warm cheeks with the palm of my hands.
His eyes welled up a little and I could tell his feelings were hurt more than anything else as I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. It seemed to catch both of us by surprise because it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed him on the mouth, and over the years I’ve rarely even done that with Tim. Sure, I’ve cuddled and kissed Tim, but rarely right on the lips. The brotherly kiss was soft and tender but quick. It wasn’t sexual, and not meant to be anything other than a show of brotherly affection.
Still, it was our first time doing that, which only seemed to deepen the meaning as our quick peck separated and Micah leaned in embracing me warmly snuggling his body up against mine. It was a soft tender moment between two siblings and I let our hug linger for several long moments before I extricated myself from him and stood up peeling out of my own dirty clothes.
I’ve seen the two younger boys snuggling and giving each other innocent brotherly like kisses all the time. Tim had always been the snuggling and hugging type of kid when he could sit down long enough, but I could tell he was now at that age where those things were starting to get a bit awkward, at least in public. In private it was a different matter and it wasn’t unusual for him to cuddle up with my folks or even me for that matter. Now with Micah as part of the family the two of them always cuddled together. Having recently turned ten years old Micah was still at that young innocent kind of stage so relished those tender moments with his slightly older sibling. Still, I knew that in the past and at night sometimes the two of them would cuddle up together in bed with their innocent brotherly kisses turning a bit more passionate and becoming sexual in nature.
Since I knew that sort of sexual behavior didn’t happen too often and seemed more along the lines of innocent boyish exploration and pleasure I didn’t say much about it. I’ve suspected for a while my little brother Tim was gay, but I knew the sex play between him and Micah wasn’t about his sexual orientation. In a year or two things would change drastically for my little brother in this regard, but I got the impression the end result of his sexual orientation wouldn’t include Micah. Right now what the two younger boys were doing together at times was more about sexual exploration and having a bit of boy fun.
Even though at the moment Micah messed around sexually at times with his slightly older ‘sibling,’ I knew deep down he wasn’t gay like Tim. Despite being only ten years old I could see the way he was starting to look at other girls sometimes. He was still young enough where he mostly hung around other boys his own age without a care in the world or thoughts about girls, but every once in a while I’d catch that glimpse of him as if the opposite sex was beginning to worm their way into his thoughts. These were subtle moments, and fleeting to be sure, but the signs where already beginning to manifest themselves in those little ways.
Stepping naked into the tub with Micah I felt the warm water cascading over my skin sighing and enjoying the heat. The smaller boy crowded in next to me getting his fair share of the warm water as I rotated and quickly ran my hands over his wet body getting him rinsed off real quick while he stood under the warm spray. Rotating us around once more I put my back towards the warm cascade of water turning the smaller boy so he was facing away from me as well and began to shampoo his long soft silky hair.
Even though we didn’t bathe together all that often, I did enjoy it when we did; especially, when I washed his hair. Taking my time I lathered up his locks rubbing his scalp with my fingers, the smaller boy arching his back and leaning towards me. With his eyes closed I could tell he was enjoying this too as I leaned forward slightly able to now see down the front part of his body. I watched as the soap and runnels of water ran over his pale sleek body and down between his legs. His soft penis swayed around slightly above his avocado shaped drooping fruit basket and I almost chuckled because he was beginning to stiffen up down there.
We’ve seen each other getting hard before and it wasn’t embarrassing for either one of us anymore as his tube bobbed and pulsed slightly several times with it slowly elongating and finally topping out, standing proudly at attention with a slight curve at the full length of three and a quarter inches. It was silky smooth and thin with a smaller pucker of tight foreskin extending past the outline of his knob. He was beautiful down there and someday that nice looking hot spicy pepper of his would set a girl on fire in the most pleasing kind of ways. Just seeing him stiffen up made my own soft stout four and a half inch penis begin to twitch before elongating and standing at attentions as well. Even though I didn’t have that sexual attraction towards Micah, it still didn’t prevent me from popping wood in these types of situations as it now angled outwards from my body having lengthened to its full five and a half inches.
“So what happened?” I asked running my fingers through his hair grabbing a big handful and dragging it upwards into a point making me smile at my playfulness with his soft blonde locks.
The smaller boy shrugged. “The kids at school hate me.” He sniffled sadly.
“Oh come on now you know that isn’t true.” I countered. “Most of the kids at school like you Micah. There are always going to be one or two who are jerks.” I tried to reassure him as I leaned over his arched back and kissed his forehead.
The smaller boy giggled because the kiss ended up giving me a white mustache and beard from his soapy hair as I wiped it away. “I know Chase, it just feels like sometimes they hate me. I know Tim’s friends all like me and I’ve got a lot of friends in my own class, it’s just a couple of those older kids keep picking on me. Well at least the ones from today.” He sighed scrunching his face in thought. “Actually, I think one of the older boys was really trying to help me. I think he’s new so didn’t know what was going on, but I heard him trying to tell the other guys to stop just as everything went all haywire.” He informed me while I recalled that boy I shoved down feeling kind of bad about it now.
“See, there you go. Even some of the older boys like you. It’s kind of hard not to like a kid who’s too adorably cute for his own good.” I teased wrapping the little scoundrel up in my arms and giving him a quick tickle.
His tittering voice squealed girlishly as he tried to wriggle free half heartedly enjoying the moment as I stopped tickling him and held the boy to my chest. “I love you so much Micah, you know that right?” I asked with him craning his neck and smiling making my heart swell as he forgot all about his troubles at school for a moment.
“I love you too Chase. You are the bestest big brother ever. Both you and Tim.” He beamed leaning in and kissing me on my cheek while I released him and rotated him under the water so I could rinse out his hair.
Pushing his head under the water I washed out the soapy suds. Working quickly I knelt down running my hands over his naked body scrubbing away all the dirt and grime with his pale body gleaming wetly. I paused for a moment or two slicking back the boy’s foreskin on his stiff sleek erection exposing his wet purplish colored knob. This wasn’t anything sexual and even though he was old enough to clean himself he always let me do it when we took a bath together. It was intimate, but in a different kind of way as I washed his exposed plum colored bullet with plain water.
“Wet as a whistle and all squeaky clean.” I teased slipping his tight foreskin back and forth several times hearing the small imp giggling before releasing him and standing back up so I could rinse off as well.
He had a tight foreskin that extended past his sleek bullet shaped nozzle about a quarter of an inch, but I noticed it didn’t seem to be so snug anymore like it used to be. His skin had always slipped back and forth rather smoothly despite being tight, and even though his turtle neck still seemed relatively taut, just now when I jacked him teasingly his foreskin seemed to yield and slide a bit easier than I had recalled on earlier occasions. It made me wonder if the boys messing around with it more often sort of loosened things up or if this was simply something that happened to a boy with foreskin as a kid got older. Perhaps it was a combination of both.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Micah’s small hand wrapping around my erection while he giggled. Again, there wasn’t anything sexual about it and he often checked mine out when we bathed together. The younger boy was always curious about those things; especially, since I was older with my body having gone through obvious changes. The same way neither one of us said anything when I cleaned his penis, I didn’t say anything when he checked me out too as I reached for some soap leaving him to his scrutiny over my nakedness. He was particularly enamored by my pubes, loving how it felt when he ran his fingers through the soft downy wet curls. Today though, his focus seemed to be on my thick stalk.
“Whoa, you’ve gotten a little bigger.” Micah commented catching me by surprise.
“Huh…what?” I asked looking down as he ran his curled fingers up and down my thick shaft making me shiver because despite us not being sexually intimate with one another it still felt good.
“Your hard thingy…it looks and feels bigger.” He added innocently while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Maybe,” I replied leaning back and getting my hair wet. “I’m only fifteen so still growing and I suppose that means down there too.” I shrugged.
“How big do you think it is now?” He asked curiously his fingers shifting and manipulating my sagging tennis ball sized soft scrotum and Medjool Date sized testicles.
Looking down at myself I scrunched up my face. “Don’t really know for sure Micah. It’s not like I measure it or anything. When it’s hard like that I suppose about five and a half or six inches long at the most. I suppose it kinda falls in the average length for a kid my age, but at the bigger end of average. It is thicker than most other kids my age though. Still, I hope it doesn’t get too much bigger.” I added having sort of explained this a time or two to him before.
“Why not? I mean, are you afraid it might hurt a girl if you stick it inside of her?” He asked innocently, but catching me by surprise yet again.
“Wh…wh…huh, I mean, what would you know about something like that?” I asked a bit shocked because that was a strange thing to say for a boy his age. “Why would you even be asking something like that?” I asked pointedly trying to remain calm even though my insides were squirming around because a kid his age simply didn’t ask those sorts of sexual like questions.
The smaller boy seemed to pick up on my anxiety and wasn’t sure exactly how to respond now. “I…um…,” he stuttered his porcelain smooth cheeks turning crimson as he bit his lower lips and turned away a bit embarrassed now.
“Micah?” I asked a bit more softly reaching out and cupping his chin with my fingers turning his head towards me.
“I…uh…,” he began to stutter again knowing I wasn’t going to let it go now as he finally sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Please don’t be mad at me Chase.” He started while I arched my eyebrows wondering where this was heading. “It’s just a few months back I saw you and your girlfriend…um…I sort of walked in when the two of you…uh…when you two were kind of doing things together.” He admitted biting his lower lip and looking away ashamed now that he had admitted spying on me.
It shocked me though that he would have seen me and my girlfriends doing something so intimate. I was always careful to make sure I didn’t do anything unless we were completely alone making me wonder when this happened. I was sure every time I had intercourse with my girlfriend at the house no one was home. There have been other places the two of us had sex together, but he wouldn’t have caught us going at it then, so it had to be one of those times I thought we had been alone at home in my room.
The idea of him walking in on me doing that with another girl mortified me on so many levels. He was my little brother after all and I shouldn’t be exposing him to those sorts of things, not at his age, or ever really. The younger boy seeing me doing something like that with another girl made me feel ashamed. Of course it was embarrassing, but I felt more guilt about it than anything else.
“Oh gawd, I…I think I’m going to be sick. Wh…what exactly did you see?” I asked a bit concerned and not feeling so good now.
The younger boy seemed to notice that maybe bringing this up wasn’t such a good idea now. “I mean it was by accident…really Chase. I didn’t mean to spy on you or anything and I didn’t know you weren’t alone. I got bored so came home early and I sort of saw you with…with…you know…your huge hard thingy inside of her. I didn’t think something that big was supposed to fit inside a girl like that and she was making all these weird sounds like it really hurt her. You were making strange noises too and then suddenly your body stiffened up and I saw all your muscles bunching up just before you yelled out in pain. I…I just thought since you said you didn’t want it to get any bigger that maybe it is because it would hurt you and girls too much when you…when you…uh…you know when you stick it inside of her. Please don’t be mad Chase. I didn’t mean to spy on you. It just…it just happened is all.” He sniffled with his lips beginning to quiver making me feel even worse now because I had upset him again; especially, now after the incident at school.
Sighing I reached out and hugged him towards my body shaking my head. “Shit Micah. I’m not mad at you just upset at myself. That was something private and I should have been more careful about it. You are too young to see that sort of thing and it isn’t fair to you.” I told him sincerely with him looking at me not really totally understanding, but now that he’s seen it I had to at least do a little explaining to him.
“My size really has nothing with it hurting her or not. Well that isn’t exactly true either.” I tried to explain not doing a good job of it because my mind was still racing at having been caught by him doing something so intimate.
This was worse than when Tim caught me choking my chicken and spraying my white syrupy mess all over the place. “Listen, I don’t know exactly how to explain it to you, but I wasn’t hurting my girlfriend. I suppose a guy having a bigger penis could hurt a girl a little, but what you saw wasn’t either one of us being in pain. Actually, both of us were feeling really good. Sex sort of makes guys make weird sounds and stuff, but what I was doing to my old girlfriend didn’t hurt her. We both enjoyed it a lot. It’s sort of like when you and Tim do some sex things. You guys make all these weird noises too and I’m sure your bodies stiffen up too when you get those tingling sensations.” I added not feeling comfortable at all by this conversation.
“Oh…,” he responded seeming satisfied enough by the answer. “So having sex with a girl is like having sex with another boy?” He asked curiously while I sputtered and coughed once again surprised by the innocent nature of the younger boy as he asked some very serious questions.
“What…no!” I retorted quickly and a bit sharply seeing him wince by my bark making me sigh again and shake my head trying to calm down knowing I needed to be truthful with him, but also be a bit tactful.
“Listen, I suppose in some ways it is sort of like having sex with another boy, but also different. In some ways the difference is not really major while in other ways it is huge. It’s not a bad thing one way or the other…you know with some boys enjoying doing sex things with other boys in that sort of way while most other boys would rather do sex things with girls. When you are younger you don’t really know what you prefer, not really I don’t think, but as you get older you sort of figure things out.” I tried to explain seeing the expression on his face indicating he had like a million and one more questions, while I realized he was already getting way too much information for his age.
“Come here,” I sighed pulling him into my body feeling my erection sliding up against his lower stomach.
Holding him for several long seconds with his face against my chest I finally released him and smiled softly at him. “Micah, what I did with my old girlfriend was something kind of private. I’m a little upset you saw it because I think you are still too young to be having this sort of discussion. Let’s just leave things where they are at for the moment. When you get a little older we can talk some more about it if you still have questions. Fair enough?” I asked with him smiling and nodding his head.
“Gawd, you are such a little stinker at times.” I teased while ruffling his hair hearing the boy giggling while I began to wash up with him helping by working on my back.
It had been a bit awkward there for several moments having to talk about something so private about myself with the younger boy, but I began to realize that these sorts of things were all a part of growing up. Being caught in such an intimate moment was a bit disturbing, but to my surprise I really didn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore about it. I began to realize that when it came to my two little brothers it was kind of difficult to keep any secrets. Of course I tried to be discreet about things, but we were brothers, and living together so closely under the same roof made it tough to keep things hidden amongst ourselves for long. I suppose a part of it had to do with us being so close to one another as well. I loved them so much and they loved me just as much, so keeping secrets buried for long was not an easy thing to do.
The conversation did stir up other emotions though as I recalled the breakup with my girlfriend. She had been my first and I hers, but in the end the breakup had been an ugly one because I discovered she had started cheating on me with one of my friends. It broke my heart of course and cost me a friendship. I still talked with my old friend trying to keep the peace between us, but that is as far as it went. His relationship with her didn’t last either and he knew his actions ruined our friendship. My old friend tried to patch things up with me, but I felt betrayed and knew I could never really trust him anymore. So from that point on we were cordial when together, but we no longer hung out. Even the friends we shared in common had sort of given him the boot, no longer able to trust him either.
It was one thing to hook up with a girl who used to be one of your friends’ old girlfriend, but to hook up and actually have sex with a girl while she is going out with a friend of yours simply wasn’t cool. If a guy did something like that his true colors were revealed and no one could ever trust him again. In some ways I felt bad for him, but it was just too awkward to hang with him so I let our friendship go. It also wasn’t my call if some of my other friends didn’t feel comfortable hanging out with him anymore either. So in the end, things sort of shifted around as was typical for kids my age.
Finishing up, I stepped out of the shower and got dried off before lifting Micah up out of the tub jiggling him around a little like my dad did with both of the two smaller little ragamuffins. The blond haired boy giggled appreciatively while I busted up laughing too because he looked hilarious with his little floppy boy bits wriggling around like that. With Tim, his didn’t tend to flop around so much because he had a tight bag and small pecker, but still, in the end it was all simple fun as I set Micah down giving him another hug which he happily returned.
Inhaling deeply I shivered realizing I’d know his scent anywhere just like I would Tim’s. In every sense of the word Micah was my little brother as I sat on the closed toilet lid with the towel wrapped around my naked waist. I started to dry the smaller boy off with him standing on his toes trying to glance out of the small bathroom window. We tended to keep it open when taking a hot shower so the steam could escape.
“Stop squirming around.” I chuckled because I was forced to lean back when he pressed his body towards me since his actions practically shoved his little boy pecker and balls into my face with the soft boy musk like odor between his legs not escaping my notice.
“Hey, that’s the older kid who tried to stick up for me.” He quipped motioning for me to stand up and take a look.
Our shared bathroom was on the side of the house and from the bathroom window we could see down the street in one direction. Sure enough, across the street and several houses over I could see a kid about twelve years old sitting on the step leading up to what must be his house. A few days back a trailer truck showed up moving furniture and all sorts of things into the small two bedroom house. An older couple used to live there, but they were getting along in years so decided to move into one of those condo housing units that catered to the elderly while still allowing them their independence. This was a nice neighborhood and even though the house was smaller than most it sold quickly.
It was kind of a surprise to see it sold to a family, but then again if there was only one kid I suppose a two bedroom house was big enough. Squinting, I tried to get a better look and sure enough I could tell it was the boy I had shoved away just before I hauled Micah away. It was kind of hard to tell, but from here he looked kind of skinny as I tried to recall what I could from my brief encounter with him earlier. I began to feel a little bad about it now if that kid really had been trying to help Micah out after all.
It had started to pour outside and the pre-teen had taken a seat on the stoop. He looked like a half drowned wet cat that had been dumped into a deep lake and had somehow managed to crawl out on to solid ground. It seemed obvious he was locked out of the house and waiting for his parents to get home, but sometimes one never really knew for sure about neighbors; especially, new ones. It was cold and wet outside as the kid sat there with his arms wrapped around his knees trying to keep warm. He was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved hoodie that had a broad red stripe across the chest and a broad blue one right below it. Below those two broad stripes were multiple smaller blue spaced horizontal ones all the way down to the hem. Even though it was a sweatshirt I still felt bad for him because in this cold wet weather it did little to protect him.
“Chase, he looks really sad just sitting there by himself. Do you think maybe he’s locked out of the house or something?” My little scamp asked curiously while I nodded.
“Yeah…or something.” I sighed not knowing for sure what was going on but determined to find out. “Alright, stay here and get dried off while I try to find out what’s going on.” I ordered with Micah starting to protest that he wanted to come with, but not bothering when he saw my firm look.
“Alright, but if he’s locked out of the house don’t let him sit outside in this cold wet weather. He’ll get sick.” The smaller boy admonished with me rolling my eyes and motioning for him to get dried off while I checked things out.
With the towel still wrapped around my waist I made my way downstairs and opened up the door. The cold air made me shiver, but I stepped out onto our covered porch padding barefoot over towards the corner. It really was raining like crazy now and from my vantage point I could clearly see the other boy down the street looking like a sad sack. Sighing, I put my two fingers to my lips pursing them and let out a shrill whistle. The other boy didn’t seem to notice at first so I let out another shrill call this time seemingly catching his attention. He had the hood over his head as he lifted up his face looking around wondering where the noise was coming from. Letting out another shrill whistle his face turned towards me staring through the thick sheets of rain.
The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment before standing up to get a better look and then pointing to himself like he was asking if I was calling him. Lifting up my hand I motioned to him indicating for him to come over. He started to step towards my house and then paused and I could see him lifting his hand up to his forehead as if shielding his eyes for a better look. It was then I could tell he recognized who I was and he remained standing as if undecided what to do. I wasn’t sure if he would come over, but I tried to encourage him and waved again. The boy hesitated for a moment before his shoulders slumped and he began to make his way through the rain. I watched as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets as if resigned to a tongue lashing. It made me feel even worse now as I studied the poor guy.
As he neared I could tell he was kind of skinny even in his bulky sweatshirt which seemed to hang heavily on his frame now since it was completely soaked. He was several inches taller than Tim who had sprouted a bit these last few months. This kid who approached looked to be about four feet nine inches tall and about seventy five or eighty pounds in sopping wet clothes.
The other boy stopped on the sidewalk at the edge of our yard peering at me from beneath his hoodie. From here I couldn’t make out much of his face, but like Micah I could tell he wore his hair kind of long with the wet strands hanging out in places. With his head being totally wet his hair looked kind of darkish brown, but I knew they would be much lighter once they were dry. It actually sort of reminded me of how Tim’s hair looked when it got wet.
“Um…listen…I don’t want any trouble. I didn’t know those guys were planning on messing with that little kid. I’m just waiting for…,” he began jerking his thumb over his shoulders towards his house.
“I know.” I interjected. “Micah told me you tried to help. Is that true?” I asked with the other boy looking down at his feet poking his toe into the groove of the sidewalk and shrugging his shoulders.
Scrunching up my face I shook my head glancing around at the rain which I knew wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. I shivered because it was downright cold standing here with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. Even the other boy seemed to shiver standing there and still refusing to look at me.
“Hey listen, I’m sorry about shoving you. I was just trying to protect Micah, but he says you were trying to help. At any rate, right now it doesn’t matter because it is cold and freezing out here and I can’t just leave you sitting outside, not like that.” I told the other boy sincerely who suddenly looked up and seemed to be studying me closely now as if realizing for the first time I was standing outside half naked.
He paused there for several moments as if contemplating what to do with his shoulders slumping. “I really didn’t know they were going to do that. It’s just I’m new around here and didn’t realize those guys were jerks. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to get them to back off. I tried to reason with them, but it happened so fast and before I knew it we were all rolling around in a big heap and fighting. It’s not my idea of making friends.” He stated looking a bit worried now about what this was going to do back at school.
Shrugging my shoulders and ever the pragmatist I tried to smile at him reassuringly. “Well, nothing we can do about that right now, but we can get you in out of the rain and cleaned up. Come-on, let’s go inside…my balls are beginning to freeze and shrivel up if you know what I mean.” I chuckled seeing the other boy flash me a brief smile with his gaze automatically dipping down because of my comment before glancing back up and blushing because of his inadvertent look.
Diverting his gaze the other kid looked around and shivered, but seemed resigned since it was downright cold and pouring rain in a steady sheet like stream. Reluctantly he followed me inside stepping into the foyer as I closed the door behind us. He stood there glancing around not knowing what to do because water was dripping from him and starting to puddle up some on the floor. He noticed the shoes lined up by the doorway and immediately took his off as well and stood there in wet socks before freezing in place his face suddenly gaping in shock.
Following his gaze I spotted Micah sitting on the stairs watching us. I about busted up because I knew exactly why this new kid was gawking in surprise as he stared at the smaller blond boy. The recently turned ten year old fair haired boy was sitting there leaning up against the banister and even though he had the towel wrapped around his waist he was flashing us when his legs swung back and forth exposing his nice sleek uncut penis and tangerine sized drooping boy sack.
Glancing over at our guest I could see the twelve year old boy’s blue eyes flare outwards with his hand dipping down as he subconsciously adjusted the small bulge between his legs. I chuckled knowingly because there was just something about Micah that was so innocent and stunningly cute. Even though there wasn’t anything sexual between me and my younger sibling I couldn’t help popping wood when I saw him naked. It just naturally happened and something I’ve come to accept.
All of this happened within a second or two and I was about to discreetly get Micah to cover up by motioning for him to come over, but he suddenly bolted down the stairs smothering our guest in a warm embrace. The slim kid rocked backwards in surprise feeling the other boy hugging him and didn’t seem to know how to react.
“Thanks for sticking up for me.” Micah’s voice squeaked in excitement with the other boy’s eyes flaring open and glancing around all wide eyed before seemingly giving in and wrapping his arm lightly around the smaller roguish imp.
Patting Micah on the back reassuringly he seemed to sigh in relief. “I…I’m sorry they were messing with you. I…I didn’t know they were planning on doing that.” He tried to explain with the smaller boy stepping away and shrugging his shoulders.
“I know, but in the end you stuck up for me and that is what matters. Why are you sitting in the rain?” Micah asked sensing how this was kind of awkward for the other boy.
“Oh, just got locked out is all. You know…new house and all and everyone forgetting about handing over a key to me.” He chuckled rolling his shoulders as if it was all good.
“Well, when are your folks getting home?” I interjected.
“They’re not…uh…,” the other boy started before scrunching up his face and pausing for a second. “They weren’t exactly sure. At least that’s what they said before I left for school this morning. I suppose it depends on the traffic and all, not to mention they had to switch around their schedules at work. I suppose with the move and all the excitement they forgot to give me a key to the house.” The other boy shrugged his eyes darting back and forth between me and Micah almost awkwardly until I realized it was because the two of us were standing there practically naked.
We all stood there a bit uneasy for several seconds and I noticed the other boy had subconsciously crossed his arms in front of his crotch making me wonder if it was because he had popped a boner. It was kind of awkward I suppose for him to stand in front of virtual strangers who were half naked. Water had pooled around the other boy’s feet when I suddenly came to my senses.
“Oh crap, where are my manners. I’m Chase by the way, and this little scallywag who you rescued…,” I reached out pulling Micah towards me feeling his arm wrapping around my waist casually, “well this is Micah.” I smiled holding out my fist with the other boy reaching out and bumping knuckles with me before doing the same with Micah.
“Oh…hey…nice to meet you guys. I’m Allen Beaumont.” He introduced himself.
“Anyway…,” I began motioning for him to follow us. “Why don’t we try getting you dried off while me and Micah get into something a little less revealing.” I hinted noticing Allen blushing because he realized I had noticed him gawking at the smaller boy’s package earlier.
“I…uh…I…,” the twelve year old boy stuttered trying to explain with me reaching out and giving him a friendly punch in the arm.
“Dude don’t worry about it. With two little brothers running around the house naked half the time they don’t even realize what they are doing.” I chuckled with Micah furling his eyebrows at me.
“What are you guys talking about?” He asked innocently with me looking over at Allen before busting up seeing the twelve year old boy blush, but also chuckling knowingly as I hugged my little imp before ruffling his damp hair.
“Nothing, just that you greeted our guest in a way…well let’s just say in a way only you are capable of doing…other than Tim that is.” I teased seeing his puzzled look as I continued to rib him a little more. “Dude, you like totally flashed Allen when he came inside the house. You know sitting on the stairs with your legs spread open.” I chuckled.
Micah’s eyes flared open flittering over towards his Guardian Angel who had rescued him earlier before blushing all embarrassed by the revelation as I chuckled again giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Little Bro, don’t worry it was only like a split second. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed about for a ten year old in the downstairs department.” I assured him moving on from the incident and giving the smaller boy a gentle shove towards the stairs.
Glancing back, the other boy hesitated for a moment but followed us up the flight of stairs a bit awkwardly in his wet clothes. At the top of the landing the smaller boy veered off towards the larger bedroom he shared with Tim while I motioned for Allen to follow me into mine. We stepped inside of my smaller room, the one that used to belong to Tim before we switched out so the two younger boys had more space. I noticed Allen looking around checking out my room which was a pretty typical reaction and he seemed to approve. It was relatively well kept up for a teenager with only a few clothing items tossed around on the floor as I stooped over picking them up and tossing them on to my chair.
Unlike Tim’s and Micah’s room, mine was kind of simple, even the walls were a bit bare without the typical sports posters and things most kids have up on their walls. For some reason I was never really into it and when I moved over to this room never bothered with putting up the ones I used to have. I did have a shelf unit against one wall with some of my trophies and stuff. I also had a stereo system, computer, and a television with a video console. All in all, still a typical teenager kind of room.
I walked over towards the bathroom door motioning for Allen to step inside. “Um…you can get dried off in here if you want. Uh…actually you can even hop in the shower to get warmed up and I’ll take your clothes down and dump them in the dryer if you want. I mean it sounds like your folks won’t be coming home anytime soon.” I added with him looking around a little nervously before glancing down at his dripping wet clothes.
“I…uh…I don’t have anything to wear though.” He quipped back a bit embarrassed about maybe hopping in the shower in a house with people he hardly knew.
“No worries we will find something.” I assured him scrunching up my face. “Crap, we used up all the towels. With three guys my mom is always complaining about never having enough towels, not to mention all the piled up laundry.” I chuckled shaking my head. “Anyway, you can decide what you want to do while I scrounge up some stuff for you.” I told him as I exited the bathroom before he could respond.
Making my way back down the stairs I popped into the laundry room noticing clean clothes folded up in piles along with some towels. Mom had even washed our robes and they were on hangers and hooked on to the back of the door. Taking a look at the robes I snatched up Tim’s figuring it was the closest fit for our guest before I trudged back up the stairs. It was quiet in Micah’s room making me wonder what the little guy was up to as I ignored it for now and stepped into my room.
Without thinking I stepped through the slightly open bathroom door. “Anyway, I got you a towel and robe just in case you decide to…,” I began to inform him as I glanced up with my words fading away.
This time it was my turn to stand there and gawk because while I went downstairs Allen must have figured he’d hop in the shower. He had just stepped out of his underwear when I came walking in because he was holding them in his hand as he straightened up in shocked surprise when I came ambling into the bathroom. I was so used to pretty much walking in and out of the bathroom anymore even if Tim and Micah were inside. We sort of had an unspoken rule that if the door was closed to knock first. The bathroom door had been open a crack and I suppose Allen hadn’t even thought of closing it all the way.
My eyes flared open in wide eyed shock with the other boy standing there rooted in place as well because it was simply one of those unexpected situations. Time seemed to slow down as we both stood there unable to move, say, or do anything for several long moments. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the natural stirrings between my legs. Including Micah and Tim, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen other naked boys as well before, but this was something that happened unexpectedly catching me off guard. It was the other boy suddenly coming to his senses and covering his hands in front of his nakedness that finally brought me out of my own hazy fog.
Immediately turning my back towards the boy I blushed, once more feeling my semi-hard throbber begin to form a tent in front of my towel. “I…um…shit Allen…I…I’m sorry. It’s just I’m used to walking in and out of the bathroom even if my brothers are inside. I wasn’t expecting you to get undressed yet, not without any towels, and the bathroom door was still open a little so I didn’t think anything of it. I’m really sorry dude. I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that.” I apologized with everything falling silent for several long moments making things even a tad more awkward until the other boy finally responded.
“Um…I…uh…,” he seemed to sigh before I heard him chuckling nervously. “Yeah, well I suppose maybe it was just karma or something. You know for gawking at your little brother. I know it was an accident. I guess I wasn’t really thinking about you coming back so soon. A hot shower kind of sounded nice and it’s not like I’ve got brothers barging in on me so I hadn’t thought about the door or anything either. Don’t sweat it…I mean…yeah…it’s a little embarrassing…but you didn’t do it on purpose.” He tried to brush the incident aside, but his voice was quivering timidly making me feel kind of bad about it since this was obviously a big deal for him.
“Uh…alright.” I nodded my head trying not to make things any more uncomfortable and keeping my eyes averted facing straight ahead into my bedroom so I wouldn’t sneak a peek in the mirror accidentally. “Anyway, I got you a towel and you can use Tim’s robe. It’s a tad big on him so should fit pretty close.” I set the stuff down on the counter and started to walk out before pausing again. “Uh…your clothes, they’re soaked. If you want I could…,” I began, hearing him immediately respond.
“Oh…yeah, thanks that’ll be great. Um…looks like yours and Micah’s are on the floor too. Here, you might as well take all of them down with you at the same time.” I heard him say as he stepped up closer behind me and reaching around placed all of the wet and dirty clothes into my arms before I nodded and stepped out of the bathroom.
Closing the bathroom door behind me I quickly made my way downstairs and into the laundry room. I sorted through the clothes separating out Micah’s muddy ones from the rest. Allen’s didn’t look all muddied up just wet so I began tossing his into the dryer smiling when I held up his underwear. They were just the typical white boy’s briefs, but I could see the rounded bump in the front where his twelve year old treasure kit had been safely snuggled up all day. Chuckling to myself recalling seeing him standing there completely naked I tossed them in with the rest of his clothes and turned on the dryer. I tossed mine and Micah’s stuff into the washer along with more dirty clothes figuring I might as well get a load done and began that machine as well.
With that task done I made my way upstairs and since it was real quiet I stuck my head in the bedroom Micah shared with Tim. Sighing, I stepped inside and made my way over towards the bed in the nook next to the large walk-in closet. The smaller boy had fallen asleep and was lying on his back with the wet towel still wrapped around his waist. Now that he had taken a warm bath, and the adrenalin rush of his skirmish with the older boys had dissipated, the aftermath of the event had him plum worn out. Retrieving one of those throw blankets from the closet I stepped over towards the slumbering boy and carefully removed the towel from around his waist. He mumbled in his sleep when I jostled him around a little, but he never woke up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I had to smile at the naked boy lying on his back with his penis bobbing up and down and completely stretched out hovering above his pale pubic mound. The boy had popped a stiffie in his sleep and I couldn’t help myself as I admired his stunningly beautiful ten year old body. He was still a little boy, but I began to realize his little sex play with Tim had sort of awakened some of his natural sexual curiosity. In many ways both him and Tim were still very naïve about such things, but in other ways they both had sort of begun their sexual exploration at a young age.
Reaching out I pinched the tip of Micah’s loose skin rolling it around in my fingers still fascinated by it. I’ve seen and sort of messed around with his foreskin often enough, but was still completely enthralled by the nature of such an organic type of thing as skin. It always felt silky smooth, soft, warm, and fleshy when I fooled around with it like I was doing now. Using my finger and thumb I slowly eased back the puckered skin revealing his shiny purple bullet shaped nub as it glistened wetly. His skin always kept his glans soft and moist not to mention gave off a different kind of odor as I leaned in and took a deep breath through my nose detecting that distinct fragrance I couldn’t quite describe.
Sitting back up I played around with his stiff penis some more fascinated how the taut membrane slipped back and forth over his knob before pulling it completely back revealing a section of his bright pink shaft just below the barely noticeable ridge of his helmet. The younger boy really was a vision of beauty with his creamy smooth and pale ivory complexion, light blonde colored hair, sparkling Carolina blue eyes, and very fair features. He epitomized that Eastern European look with those stunningly angelic like beautiful features. Shaking my head and chuckling at how I was sort of perving on the younger boy I slipped his foreskin back into place and released his twitching penis hearing the cute guy moaning in his sleep as if in protest.
It’s been years since I’ve had any sexual kind of interest in another boy, but if I were a few years younger I could see myself being attracted to Micah in that sort of way. I’ve done my fair share of boy play when I was eleven and twelve years old, but that kind of interest had faded away quickly once puberty began to set in and I started to discover an interest in girls.
Settling the small blanket over his naked body I reached out and brushed some of his stray blonde locks from his face gazing down into his soft boyish features. He looked so saintly in his sleep with his features having become relaxed. He was a happy kid, but there were anxious times for him as well. He found a safe place in our home with plenty of love, but there were still worldly concerns for him always working away in the background of his life. For now he had stability, but he knew it could all change quickly because he was only a foster kid. I knew my parents had started the adoption process, but these things took time and anything could go wrong at any stage with the judge outright rejecting the request. It made me feel sad for Micah because it had to be tough for him to be in a sort of limbo.
Leaning over I brushed my lips against his warm mouth and gave him a tender kiss. Earlier in the shower was the first time I’ve ever given him an actual peck on the lips, but I had enjoyed it as I did now feeling that warm fuzzy connection to the younger boy in the pit of my stomach. I loved the little guy with all my heart and the thought of losing him to the system just about made me bust out in tears as I wiped some away from my face. I suppose he wasn’t the only one struggling with some of the strain of not knowing what was to become of him.
Sniffling and shaking my head, all I knew was I would be devastated if the adoption process didn’t go through. It would be like losing my little brother Tim. Unlike some of my friends who always seemed to have issues with their siblings, I actually loved my little brother with the two of us getting along really well. He annoyed me at times, but he was a really cool little brother and so was Micah.
Leaving the smaller blond boy to his nap I walked back into my room and hesitated a moment looking towards the bathroom door. I could hear the shower still running in the bathroom, but that didn’t really surprise me since it’s only been like five or ten minutes since I left Allen alone. Even though I shoved the clothes in the washer and dryer along with tucking in Micah it hadn’t actually taken all too long, just a few minutes.
Wanting to get Allen’s attention I knocked on the bathroom door surprised to hear him say it was alright to come in. I had only wanted to talk to him through the closed door, but since he said it was alright I opened it up and poked my head inside and began busting up.
Allen had the glass door on the tub pulled slightly open with his head sticking out looking at me. His hair was full of shampoo and standing straight up with several twists in it as if he had been playing with it like I had done with Micah’s blonde locks earlier when we were taking a shower together. Allen had even longer hair than our little blond angelic imp, so it was hilarious seeing it all twisted and standing up with the weight of the soap and water suddenly forcing it to droop forwards along the side of his face.
The other boy flinched and chuckled realizing what I was laughing at and shrugged his shoulders. “Just goofing around I suppose.” He quipped light heartedly making me realize he was one of those laid back easy going kinds of guys when given the chance and who had a quick sense of humor just like Tim while at the same time also seeming to have his shy moments.
It was then that I noticed something else making me bark out again and place my hand over my eyes mockingly with Allen retorting. “Dude, it’s just my head and chest. It’s not like I’m standing in front of you naked or anything. Not like…uh…anyway,” he chuckled with me unable to contain myself as I lowered my hand still chuckling and shrugging my shoulders.
“Alright, if you say so,” I managed to get out in-between my giggles which was threatening to develop into another belly laugh. “But dude, I don’t know who’s worse you or my little brothers running around naked all the time.” I teased with him furrowing his eyes a little puzzled as I explained. “Um…you do realize all the towels are gone from in front of the glass door and with your body leaning up against it you aren’t leaving much to the imagination.” I quipped and belted out laughing when he suddenly looked down and yelped in surprise when he realized his soft penis and ball sack were squished up against the clear glass pane in a very revealing manner.
“Fuck,” he yipped, immediately shoving his hands in front and covering up blushing about twenty different shades of red.
“Damn Allen for real…I don’t know who’s worse, Micah for flashing you or you for flashing me.” I chuckled teasing averting my eyes because it was obvious despite his earlier assurances he was a bit shy about being seen naked. “Um…anyway, sorry about that dude, but I just wanted to let you know when you are finished up to come into my room and not Micah’s because he’s fallen asleep.”
“Oh…uh…yeah, thanks. Fuck, I can’t believe it, twice in one day. Shit, this is totally wack.” He moaned while I chuckled.
“Dude, don’t sweat it so much. I’ve got two little brothers running around here naked all the time. We’re all guys so nothing to worry about, but yeah, still, I get it. I’m sorry if it’s made you feel all weirded out.” I told him sincerely.
The other boy seemed to sigh and from the corner of my eye I saw him shrug. “Nah, not your fault and I suppose if things were reversed I’d have laughed my ass off too. Just promise not to say anything to anyone about it.” He chuckled with me agreeing it would remain between the two of us.
Leaving him alone I made my way over to my bed and plopped down shaking my head. The wet towel rubbed against my flaccid tube and I felt it begin to chub up reminding me I haven’t taken care of my typical teenaged hormonal needs today. It had been a hectic morning with all of us scrambling around since we were running late. Tim of course had slept in late since he had a doctor’s appointment and was staying home from school. Dad had things to get done at work and had left early so he could get back home in time to go to the hospital with my mom and Tim. So everything first thing in the morning was just out of kilter.
Glancing over towards the bathroom door and hesitating for a second I decided to do a quick hand job while the opportunity presented itself. I knew it would be a few more minutes before the other boy was finished since he still had shampoo in his hair. Lifting up my hips I removed my towel draping it over my stomach and chest before wriggling around and propping myself up against my pillow. Reaching down I didn’t mess about with my usual foreplay and teasing of my balls and hard shaft, but wrapped my fingers around the blood engorged shank between my legs and got to work. I needed to make this quick while Allen was still in the shower so reaching down with my left hand I helped things along by cupping my sagging scrotum and fiddling around with my swollen testicles feeling the nice tingling sensations all along the shaft of my thick erection and deep inside my nuggets.
My thoughts immediately wandered over towards some of the cute girls at school as I smiled licking my lips. It’s been months since I’ve broken up with my girlfriend and had that intimate kind of flesh to flesh sexual contact with another person. It wasn’t as if I constantly had sex every single day with my old girlfriend, but it had been regular enough to keep my appetite satiated. There was something about having that physical kind of contact with another human being that couldn’t be replaced by a simple hand job and it’s been months since I’ve experienced it last.
After the breakup I had been kind of crushed because of the betrayal, so was reluctant to start up another relationship with a girl. Of course a lot of the skirts in school have been flirting with me and I teased back up to a point, but had been cautious about taking things to the next level with another girl. This was all slowly changing now because lately I’ve been sort of getting a bit horny around girls again and some of them began to attract my attention.
There were plenty of cute girls in my school, but I didn’t want to hook up with another shallow one so was being a bit more selective towards the girls I was paying attention to in return. Once I began to flirt back with some of the girls I noticed my old girlfriend shooting daggers towards me. I had been in a funk, which seemed to have pleased her, but now that I was flirting with other girls again I could see the jealousy in her eyes. She had even tried to hook back up with me, but I let her know there was no way in hell this was going to happen, ever, period. I think my outright rebuff had hit a nerve with her because she was trying to spread rumors about me. In the end it had backfired on her with several of her own friends keeping their distance.
My thoughts shifted towards a cute brunette with pretty green eyes and perky little breasts. She was athletic, but had very nice curves and smelled delicious with a light airy kind of fragrance. I was really getting into my fantasy of her, feeling the tingling in my loins begin to bubble up when my thoughts suddenly shifted to Allen standing there completely naked in the bathroom. My mind was too far gone at the moment to even be fazed at how my attention had shifted. I’ve fantasized about boys before, but it’s been a while. Still, I couldn’t stop because I could already feel the surge of my orgasm begin its slow ascent with my fist pumping steadily up and down my hefty sized drooling tool.
The twelve year old boy had really looked cute standing there completely naked the first time I had seen him and then just now in the shower. With it being the end of the fall season it was no surprise the boy had lost his tan lines. His skin coloration wasn’t pale like Micah’s, but rather a sort of a creamy bisque kind of tone. He had looked kind of on the skinny side with clothes on, but standing there completely naked I could see it wasn’t him just being thin, but kind of having a lean body. He had a sleek physique with long arms, legs, torso, and even neck.
The revealing event had happened so fast, but as we stood there facing one another it was as if time had slowed down. My eyes took in all of his features including his long oval shaped face, blue eyes, and long hair. He was kind of cute and everything about him was long; except, for his penis. To my surprise it kind of looked small for a twelve year old boy. It was only about two inches long, which was about the same size as Tim’s, and all I could see was his helmet shaped knob. It was kind of strange how it sort of poked out like a little button on a shirt from what appeared to be a completely hairless pubic mound. Right behind the ridge of his glans and pressing up against his pubic mound was a thick roll of skin almost like a tire, which effectively hid any hint of a shaft on the boy. It looked kind of strange, but I had to admit also a bit sexy hot.
My eyes had flicked slightly downwards noticing his firm silky like scrotum. It was larger than a tangerine, and I figured maybe about the size of a lemon, hugging his body in a tightly rounded ball. The outline of his testicles along the bottom part of his soft rounded skin purse indicated his balls had dropped, probably at the beginning stages of puberty. The form and shape of his nuggets within the silky membrane looked to be slightly smaller than chestnuts maybe more like the size of corks. The first time I had seen his ball sack they looked kind of tight on him, but when they were squished up against the glass shower door it looked as if the warm water had loosened them up some.
Even though I wasn’t particularly attracted to boys anymore, seeing Allen in my fantasy standing there completely naked was enough to send me over the edge as I felt my legs stiffening up with my toes curling. Glancing down I could see how the pre-cum had slicked up my thick glans. They were typically pinkish brown, but had bloated and turned a deep crimson and purple color. Even my thick shaft had turned a sort of red color from the friction of my pumping fist as my eyes widened and I grunted from the release.
“Aaaaarph, uuumph, uuuuumph, aaaaahuruuuuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I moaned in ecstasy as the cleft in my meaty glans opened up and I saw the first string of white sticky boy like syrup come screaming out the tip of my penis.
As soon as I felt the familiar surge in my loins I had immediately forced my erection backwards bending the shaft towards the towel draped across my body. It naturally pointed towards that direction to begin with, but I had to angle my shaft creating a small bend in the tube which hurt a little, but the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm negated any slight discomfort of the action. From experience I knew if I didn’t adjust the angle I could miss the towel draped across my stomach and chest making a mess of things.
My testicles lurched in the grip of my fingers as they pulsed expelling my precious baby batter from my milk tanks sending the tacky substance through the tubing of my thick erection. I could feel the intensity of the force and heat as it was sent through my thick shaft providing me with euphoric release as it exited. Within a fraction of a second I felt another large rapturic pulse that sent an electrical like current throughout my body forcing my legs to lurch and my toes to curl while I grunted in sexual release. I loved orgasms and the way they felt as I let my ecstasy run its course. It only took a few seconds before the deed was done with my body slumping back into the mattress allowing the typical satiation sensation to take hold.
Slowly my high began to abate as I gasped for air realizing I was really missing that special human kind of contact. It wasn’t just the intercourse I used to have with my old girlfriend, but also the other kinds of sexual play. It wasn’t as if I had fucked her every time we got together sexually. Of course that was the ultimate release, but the other kind of bodily sexual contact had also been divine. It was the physical contact I was really missing along with the intimacy, realizing it was a part of human nature to have that sort of interaction with another person.
My mind slowly came back to the moment as I heard the shower being turned off in the bathroom. Sighing, I grabbed the towel and wadded it up concealing the slimy white gelatinous cum that had ejected from my loins. Taking a corner of the towel I wiped off my slicked up scrotum and flaccid tube which had shriveled up. It was still a respectable size for a fifteen year old boy as I inspected my soft floppy making sure I cleaned it all up before getting up and shoving the towel into my dirty clothes bag hanging on my closet door. Making my way over to my dresser I quickly slipped on a pair of boxer briefs, red silky shorts and a matching red t-shirt before sitting on the edge of my bed turning on my television and game console.
A couple of minutes later Allen stepped into my room looking much refreshed and wearing Tim’s robe. He glanced over towards me and blushed, his hands subconsciously tugging at the belt around the robe as if to make sure it was secured properly. It looked as if he had taken a few moments to hand towel dry his hair. It was only slightly damp now and he must have used one of our combs or brushes because it wasn’t a tangled mess. It looked about the same color as Tim’s hair and framed his face cutely. I took a second or two and studied his features discreetly smiling appreciatively at what I saw because he really was a cute twelve year old boy.
The slim boy had a long and thin rectangular shaped face with boyish angular features and diamond like attributes where they narrowed at the eye and jaw line. His skin was silky smooth and flawless, the almost bisque like creamy coloration a contradiction because it looked as if he were just now beginning to tan at the beginning of summertime even though we were currently heading into winter. His almost flawless like complexion tended to emphasize his small little pinhead like freckle scattered here or there. Even though he had a small mouth with thin lips they spread into a straight easy going kind of smile creating little creases just below his cheekbones on either side of his face.
The oddest thing of all was he had a couple of pinhead sized moles or freckles positioned almost identically on each side of his face right along the crease lines created by his smile. They made him look adorably cute and added a sort of balance to his features. He had a small charming nose with blue almond shaped eyes slightly turned downwards and eyebrows the same color as his hair arching just above his slightly hooded eyes. His blue orbs were the same shade of color like mine, but unlike me he had subtle coppery or golden like flakes just around the iris. His dark natural blonde hair, like the color of almond crème and with a long beachy or skateboarder style look, complimented his boyish features. The lush smooth locks hung down low, flowing loosely over the ears and in the back along his lower neck line with long bangs in the front all the way down to his eyes.
He was a cute looking kid and I’m sure the skirts at his old school had already been flirting around with him and it wouldn’t be long before the same happened at his new one. From what I could tell he was a decent enough kid with a nice personality and easy going manner. There was also an almost shy hidden side to him, but in a way that sort of added a bit of mystery. Even though he may have kicked off his friendship on the wrong note with the wrong group of kids I was fairly certain he’d hit it off well enough with others.
Even though my scrutiny was kind of brief I noticed him blushing when our eyes connected and I realized he had been sort of checking me out as well. I could tell his eyes had lingered just below my waist and it must have flustered him because he turned bright red now once he realized I had caught him staring at the bulge between my legs. It didn’t really bother me and I had gotten used to it over the years with my friends teasing me about it often enough.
Not wanting to make things even more uncomfortable I motioned for him to take a seat in my chair. He glanced at me and then the television set and smiled once he realized I was playing a video game. He set my clothes that I had put in my chair earlier on to my desk, and plopping himself down picked up another set of controllers as I restarted the game setting it for two people. We immersed ourselves into the game and chatted casually; two new friends getting to know one another. Within moments I could see him relaxing and enjoying the game while the time slipped on by. About thirty minutes later his clothes were dry and he slipped back into them while I checked up on Micah before getting us some snacks. It was starting to get late, but taking a look through the window towards his house we could see no one was home yet with him figuring it would still be a while. Without anything else to do we sat back down playing more video games and just chilling like two friends who’ve known one another for a long time now.
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End of Pt2. Chapter One: Chase – Big Brother…Guardian Angel
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Two: Tim – A Scary Moment
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EXCERPT FROM PT.I, CH. 04: A CHRISTMAS KISS
“You know what I think?” Chase asked looking deep into Micah’s sparkling blue eyes.
The smaller boy craned his neck staring into the teen’s eyes shaking his head. “No…what?” He yawned which surprised him as he realized maybe he was more tired than he thought.
“I think Maddie was right…and Tim too.” Chase smiled down at the boy who looked back with a confused expression that was just too cute.
“I don’t understand.” Micah finally admitted.
“Well Maddie says you are a gift and Tim says you are an angel.” I paused watching the boy digest the information before continuing. “Well I think they were both right…you are the cutest sweetest Angel ever, but also for our family a very special and precious gift on Christmas.”
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CHASE: BIG BROTHER…GUARDIAN ANGEL
Making my way down the wet sidewalk I paused for a second to zip up my jacket. It was mid-October and had gotten a bit wet and nasty out as of late. It even snowed a little the other day, but it wasn’t cold enough for it to stick yet. This time of year it was mostly just kind of wet, cold, and nasty to walk home in from school. Today was one of those rare days where I actually didn’t have any homework. Somehow I managed to be ahead in schoolwork for once as I trudged my way through the damp weather with a half empty daypack towards the elementary and middle school where both Tim and Micah attended. It was about a block away from my high school and usually I’d cut across the street heading straight home avoiding it altogether since the little rascals got out about ten minutes earlier than I did and would make it home on their own.
“Hey Chase, how’s it hanging.” I heard someone calling out to me as I turned noticing a car slowing down before coming to a stop on the side of the road next to me.
Stooping over, I chuckled. “Oh, you know.” I responded recognizing the older boy who was a senior in my school as he put the lever in park allowing the car to idle so we could chat.
He was a kid I knew fairly well since we were both on the same wrestling team in school. I was pretty good too, even though I drove my coach nuts because of my weight. I weighed right around a hundred fifteen pounds and the cutoff between two of the weight divisions was at a hundred and thirteen pounds. Of course he was constantly on me for dropping a couple of pounds to give him more flexibility, but my folks were adamantly against trying to have me monitoring my weight. They said whatever it is then that is where it should be and I tended to agree. It really didn’t matter much to me which weight division I was in, but I could understand how it tied my coach’s hands. Besides, since I began wrestling my weight was slowly going up anyway and trying to keep it artificially down wasn’t a very healthy attitude since I wasn’t overweight or anything.
The older boy shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, that’s the problem, we all kind of know.” He chuckled teasingly referring to my ample sized endowment. “Anyway, need a ride?” He asked casually with me shaking my head and chuckling at his good natured rib.
“Nah…gotta pick up my little brother.” I responded.
“Oh, yeah cool. How’s Tim doing anyway? Christmas is coming up so I was kind of wondering if he is still planning on singing in the choir. My voice has changed so much I don’t know where I will end up this year.” He boomed out, artificially lowering his voice and then began to cough because it went a bit too deep making me chuckle.
“He’s alright, and as far as I know yeah, he still plans on singing. I have to admit he does have a great singing voice, but don’t tell him I said so. Oh, and it’s not him I’m picking up. Tim’s got a doctor’s appointment so I’m meeting up with Micah. The two of them usually walk home together, but…,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Oh…yeah…forgot about the other one. Hope Tim’s alright.” He added focusing back on Tim as if Micah didn’t even register on his radar since he was only a foster kid.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s all good. He’s been preparing for that big skate boarding contest coming up at the skate park and his leg’s been bothering him for a while now. You know how he tends to get banged up.” I gave a dismissive snort.
“Yeah, hear you there. He’s pretty damn good on that board of his.” He admitted.
“Tell me about it. The biggest surprise though is Micah. He’s gotten really good in just under a year and gives his older brother a run for his money.” I added pointedly seeing the other boy frown. “The two of them make a pretty good team of it and have a lot of fun together as they challenge each other. Since I’m the one who usually has to take them to the skate park I get to see them in action. Gotta admit, I’m a bit envious at times the way those two can handle the board. Anyway, gotta get going because Micah’s waiting and I promised to pick him up and treat him to a hot cocoa at the corner shop.” I smiled waving at my buddy as he shifted the lever to drive and took off.
It’s strange how time zips by as you get older; especially, once a guy is in his teen years. Smiling I had to shake my head because it’s been almost a whole year since Micah entered mine and Tim’s life on Christmas Day. Since then I’ve turned fifteen years old with the younger blond boy also recently having a birthday turning ten. Tim was just about to turn eleven this month and was on pins and needles hardly able to contain his excitement. For the most part none of us have changed all that much since last Christmas; other than maybe having a small growth spurt or two and adding a few extra pounds to our small frames.
Young Micah was such a blessing to our entire family and the best Christmas gift ever in my humble opinion. Some of my friends thought it was kind of strange how Tim and I treated the younger boy like our very own flesh and blood brother, but from the very beginning it had never crossed our minds to treat him any other way than how we felt about him. We loved him and he loved us and that was what a real family is all about. He may not be my flesh and blood biological brother, but I loved him the same amount I did Tim. Deep down I knew Tim felt the same way.
Even though there were legal documents saying he was our “Foster” brother, Tim and I didn’t see it that way and neither did my folks. Thinking on it, I didn’t believe even Micah viewed us any other way than me and Tim being his brother, and my folks being his parents. Within a month of living with us he was even calling my parents Mom and Dad, and no one in our family thought it odd because it simply felt right.
At the end of the day Micah was a member of the Miner clan now and we loved him as one of our own. Last year the nine year old boy suddenly became a part of our family when my father brought him home. When Micah was really young his mother had died and a young couple took it upon themselves to look after him. They did a good job of it until they fell on hard times themselves. Without much options or hope they had abandoned the boy in the department store where dad was working because they could no longer afford to care for him. They should have handled it differently of course, but for obvious reasons where frightened to go to the authorities. They were now homeless themselves with their own baby and simply couldn’t make things work. It was actually a miracle how things worked out with Micah finding a welcoming home with us through a random series of events.
For some odd reason my father had returned back to the store after his shift because he felt a nagging sensation that something was wrong. It was snowing like crazy that night and he found the boy huddled in a cardboard box. The first night he took the boy to the police station and they promised to find him a safe place. The next day my dad found out the jerk of a sergeant on duty the previous evening had tossed the little guy in the station’s downstairs jail department. After one of dad’s friends, who was also a sergeant at the police station, found out what happened they immediately got Child Family Services involved where luck would have it was another one of our family’s acquaintances. Since it was Christmas, there was a Family Judge visiting the station because she used to be a law enforcement officer herself in years past and always dropped by to bring the officers some treats. With the approval of Family Services the Judge gave temporary custody to my parents over Micah. Ever since then he’s been a part of our family with none of us ever looking back.
Walking across the school parking lot I made my way between the walkway of two buildings heading for the playground where I was supposed to meet up with Micah. It was a small community so the school was sort of shared between both the elementary students up to age eleven, which included Micah and Tim, and the middle school for the twelve and thirteen year old kids. For the most part it worked well enough keeping the older boys separated from the younger kids yet still able to share the sports facility and the common lunch room area.
Rounding the corner I saw some movement along the edge of some trees at the far end of the playground, but ignored it as I looked around. There was no one in sight and I began to panic wondering what happened to Micah when I heard some shouting off in the trees where I had seen the movement just a second or two earlier. The commotion wasn’t natural turning into screams of alarm and I recognized Micah’s higher pitched voice screeching to be left alone and pleading for help. My heart leaped into my throat and I immediately took off for the trail reaching it within a few seconds and tearing down the track.
Within moments the shouting and screams intensified with Micah’s pleading voice asking again to be left alone and why they were doing this. His plea suddenly turned into one of sheer panic before it was completely cut off. The noise hadn’t been far away and to my surprise I suddenly rounded a corner seeing a jumble of arms, legs, and bodies rolling around on the ground as everyone seemed to vie for supremacy. There were five kids in all, including Micah, rolling around under the trees in the wet dirt and leaves. I could tell this wasn’t for fun and saw one of the boys suddenly land a punch against Micah. It was only a glancing blow because all five boys were rolling around shoving and kicking each other in the process.
It was total chaos and I didn’t know what was going on, only that everyone seemed to be all piled up on top of Micah who was crying and trying to get away. They were also all older than my little brother and I figured they must be from the middle school because they looked to be about twelve years old. My heart leaped into my throat because it looked like four older boys beating up on Micah and not waiting for one of the boys to land a real punch I immediately jumped into action. I recognized almost all of the older boys as I began forcefully shoving them off of the smaller blond boy, and I wasn’t being gentle about it either.
“Get the hell off of my little brother.” I shouted heatedly letting these jerks know I meant business.
For a second I thought about punching and kicking some of them, in particular one kid I knew was a total asshole just like his older brother, but I was fifteen and there would definitely be some blowback if I started giving a beat-down for real. Still I didn’t hold back too much, tossing them off of Micah with a couple of them slamming into the nearby trees and grunting in pain.
The twelve year old boy who had the older brother immediately stood up and started for me, but I squared off scowling at him and holding up my hand in warning. “Back off!” I commanded letting him know I meant business noticing him turning red with anger.
“Just wait until I tell my brother what you did Chase. You’ll get yours tomorrow and sooner or later Micah will pay too.” He shouted which only managed to confuse me because for the life of me I didn’t know what Micah could have done to deserve this from the older kids.
For the most part both Tim and Micah got along well with the other kids in their respective age group. Ever since the younger boy started to go to school here there weren’t any problems from the other kids in the elementary school, but Tim had mentioned some of the other older boys from the middle school also knew about the youngest member of our family being a foster kid and had started to pick on him. They didn’t say or do much while Tim was around and I had a feeling some of them were afraid of my little ten year old scrapper.
My brother was an easy going kind of kid and well liked, but a bit high strung at times with a boundless amount of energy and who never backed down from a fight either. Of course it wasn’t like he always got into fights or anything, but he was fiercely protective and everyone knew it; especially, when it came to our newest family member. He made it very clear he wasn’t going to take crap from anyone against his ‘little’ brother so managed to keep the older boys at bay for the most part.
Micah was crying and crawled up to his feet immediately wrapping his arms around me while I protectively kept him behind me in case one of the kids tried anything. The twelve year old boy who had confronted me sneered, but motioned for the others to follow him. Three of the boys turned and started making their way back towards the school with another boy who I didn’t recognize, but was the same age as the others, taking a step forward as if to say something. I immediately shoved him watching as he landed on his butt.
“I said stay away from my little brother if you know what’s good for you.” I warned glaringly before I focused on Micah wrapping my arm around the sobbing boy.
The little guy was a total mess and wasn’t making any sense so I picked him up in my arms and started heading down the trail towards our house. He wasn’t really heavy, but still, at ten years old he was way too big for me to carry him all the way home so after a short distance I set him down on his feet and quickly looked him over. The smaller fair haired boy looked a little banged up and dirty from head to toe, but seemed none the less worse for wear all things considering.
“Are you alright?” I asked hearing him sniffling and still too upset to talk.
Sighing I wrapped my arms around his small shoulders feeling his arm settling around my waist. “Come-on let’s get you home then.” I smiled softly at him giving the boy a gentle squeeze guiding him home with neither one of us saying anything and our side trip to the corner store for hot cocoa all but forgotten.
Ten minutes later we stepped inside the nice toasty warm house and I was guiding him into our shared bathroom. Without a word I adjusted the water and turned on the shower before sitting down on the closed toilet lid pulling Micah over with me before removing his wet jacket and tugging off his shirt. He didn’t protest or seem to care as I unbuttoned his filthy jeans pulling them off of his legs. They were completely soaked with mud and I realized he must have rolled in a huge mire of muck. He was on the bottom of the pile after all so I suppose it wasn’t a surprise he’d get the brunt of getting filthy. I managed to get his wet socks removed as well feeling his small hands settling on my shoulders for support. Even his underwear had somehow gotten caked with the brown slimy sludge as I reached over tugging down his small cartooned briefs exposing his pale smooth nakedness.
The younger boy lifted his legs with his thin silky smooth and soft two and a half inch uncut penis swaying back and forth while his small tangerine sized scrotum bounced around between his thighs. He hadn’t changed much between his legs since last year and it never ceased to amaze me seeing the cute little boy equipment on his very angelic features. It wasn’t anything sexual between us just simply that he was such a beautiful looking kid and seeing him naked always took my breath away.
Sharing the same bathroom we’ve seen each other in various stages of dress over the course of the year since he’s moved in with us, and have even bathed together a few times. From the very beginning it had never been a big issue between him, Tim, or me. Of course I knew the two younger tykes messed around with each other sometimes, which I suppose was only natural curiosity at their age. It was something I had done with some of my own friends as well.
Surprisingly enough, even though the two younger boys shared a room together, it wasn’t like they were having sex all the time. I thought for sure that they’d be humping their little peckers together every night right after they had experienced their first shared orgasm that night after Christmas. It didn’t happen that way though, but I had no illusions of them messing around together on plenty of occasions when the mood presented itself. I suppose being able to have sex whenever they wanted sort of acted as a coolant on that sort of behavior. They of course enjoyed how it felt, but at their age it was probably basic types of touching and grinding without it being anything too serious at this point in time.
Dad had talked to both of them extensively about the topic, and I’m sure it was another factor which had cooled their jets a bit; although, I got the sense there were other reasons as well. They weren’t the only ones who my dad had talked to concerning sex. I don’t know how he knew I was no longer a virgin, but he had and made it very clear he wanted me to be careful about things. Of course last year at fourteen years old and truly discovering sex for real that was a very difficult thing to ask of me. The night I lost my virginity hadn’t been the last time I dipped my fishing pole in the pond. I was a horny teenager so had taken the opportunity whenever it presented itself because it was just too damn fun and felt too damn wonderful not to take advantage of that extra curricular type of activity.
Reaching out I brushed aside some of the smaller boy’s long locks from his Carolina blue peepers and dirt smudged face. After a year he still had that long surfer style honey butter blond colored hair. As kids got older their hair tended to turn darker shades, but I could tell Micah’s hair would retain those lighter hues well into his teen years and even young adulthood. The smaller boy had such soft angelic features with very intense bright blue eyes that always sparkled, but at the moment seemed a tad duller indicating his troubled state.
“Are you alright?” I whispered tenderly with the smaller boy nodding while I brushed some of his hair behind his ears and cupped his flushed soft warm cheeks with the palm of my hands.
His eyes welled up a little and I could tell his feelings were hurt more than anything else as I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. It seemed to catch both of us by surprise because it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed him on the mouth, and over the years I’ve rarely even done that with Tim. Sure, I’ve cuddled and kissed Tim, but rarely right on the lips. The brotherly kiss was soft and tender but quick. It wasn’t sexual, and not meant to be anything other than a show of brotherly affection.
Still, it was our first time doing that, which only seemed to deepen the meaning as our quick peck separated and Micah leaned in embracing me warmly snuggling his body up against mine. It was a soft tender moment between two siblings and I let our hug linger for several long moments before I extricated myself from him and stood up peeling out of my own dirty clothes.
I’ve seen the two younger boys snuggling and giving each other innocent brotherly like kisses all the time. Tim had always been the snuggling and hugging type of kid when he could sit down long enough, but I could tell he was now at that age where those things were starting to get a bit awkward, at least in public. In private it was a different matter and it wasn’t unusual for him to cuddle up with my folks or even me for that matter. Now with Micah as part of the family the two of them always cuddled together. Having recently turned ten years old Micah was still at that young innocent kind of stage so relished those tender moments with his slightly older sibling. Still, I knew that in the past and at night sometimes the two of them would cuddle up together in bed with their innocent brotherly kisses turning a bit more passionate and becoming sexual in nature.
Since I knew that sort of sexual behavior didn’t happen too often and seemed more along the lines of innocent boyish exploration and pleasure I didn’t say much about it. I’ve suspected for a while my little brother Tim was gay, but I knew the sex play between him and Micah wasn’t about his sexual orientation. In a year or two things would change drastically for my little brother in this regard, but I got the impression the end result of his sexual orientation wouldn’t include Micah. Right now what the two younger boys were doing together at times was more about sexual exploration and having a bit of boy fun.
Even though at the moment Micah messed around sexually at times with his slightly older ‘sibling,’ I knew deep down he wasn’t gay like Tim. Despite being only ten years old I could see the way he was starting to look at other girls sometimes. He was still young enough where he mostly hung around other boys his own age without a care in the world or thoughts about girls, but every once in a while I’d catch that glimpse of him as if the opposite sex was beginning to worm their way into his thoughts. These were subtle moments, and fleeting to be sure, but the signs where already beginning to manifest themselves in those little ways.
Stepping naked into the tub with Micah I felt the warm water cascading over my skin sighing and enjoying the heat. The smaller boy crowded in next to me getting his fair share of the warm water as I rotated and quickly ran my hands over his wet body getting him rinsed off real quick while he stood under the warm spray. Rotating us around once more I put my back towards the warm cascade of water turning the smaller boy so he was facing away from me as well and began to shampoo his long soft silky hair.
Even though we didn’t bathe together all that often, I did enjoy it when we did; especially, when I washed his hair. Taking my time I lathered up his locks rubbing his scalp with my fingers, the smaller boy arching his back and leaning towards me. With his eyes closed I could tell he was enjoying this too as I leaned forward slightly able to now see down the front part of his body. I watched as the soap and runnels of water ran over his pale sleek body and down between his legs. His soft penis swayed around slightly above his avocado shaped drooping fruit basket and I almost chuckled because he was beginning to stiffen up down there.
We’ve seen each other getting hard before and it wasn’t embarrassing for either one of us anymore as his tube bobbed and pulsed slightly several times with it slowly elongating and finally topping out, standing proudly at attention with a slight curve at the full length of three and a quarter inches. It was silky smooth and thin with a smaller pucker of tight foreskin extending past the outline of his knob. He was beautiful down there and someday that nice looking hot spicy pepper of his would set a girl on fire in the most pleasing kind of ways. Just seeing him stiffen up made my own soft stout four and a half inch penis begin to twitch before elongating and standing at attentions as well. Even though I didn’t have that sexual attraction towards Micah, it still didn’t prevent me from popping wood in these types of situations as it now angled outwards from my body having lengthened to its full five and a half inches.
“So what happened?” I asked running my fingers through his hair grabbing a big handful and dragging it upwards into a point making me smile at my playfulness with his soft blonde locks.
The smaller boy shrugged. “The kids at school hate me.” He sniffled sadly.
“Oh come on now you know that isn’t true.” I countered. “Most of the kids at school like you Micah. There are always going to be one or two who are jerks.” I tried to reassure him as I leaned over his arched back and kissed his forehead.
The smaller boy giggled because the kiss ended up giving me a white mustache and beard from his soapy hair as I wiped it away. “I know Chase, it just feels like sometimes they hate me. I know Tim’s friends all like me and I’ve got a lot of friends in my own class, it’s just a couple of those older kids keep picking on me. Well at least the ones from today.” He sighed scrunching his face in thought. “Actually, I think one of the older boys was really trying to help me. I think he’s new so didn’t know what was going on, but I heard him trying to tell the other guys to stop just as everything went all haywire.” He informed me while I recalled that boy I shoved down feeling kind of bad about it now.
“See, there you go. Even some of the older boys like you. It’s kind of hard not to like a kid who’s too adorably cute for his own good.” I teased wrapping the little scoundrel up in my arms and giving him a quick tickle.
His tittering voice squealed girlishly as he tried to wriggle free half heartedly enjoying the moment as I stopped tickling him and held the boy to my chest. “I love you so much Micah, you know that right?” I asked with him craning his neck and smiling making my heart swell as he forgot all about his troubles at school for a moment.
“I love you too Chase. You are the bestest big brother ever. Both you and Tim.” He beamed leaning in and kissing me on my cheek while I released him and rotated him under the water so I could rinse out his hair.
Pushing his head under the water I washed out the soapy suds. Working quickly I knelt down running my hands over his naked body scrubbing away all the dirt and grime with his pale body gleaming wetly. I paused for a moment or two slicking back the boy’s foreskin on his stiff sleek erection exposing his wet purplish colored knob. This wasn’t anything sexual and even though he was old enough to clean himself he always let me do it when we took a bath together. It was intimate, but in a different kind of way as I washed his exposed plum colored bullet with plain water.
“Wet as a whistle and all squeaky clean.” I teased slipping his tight foreskin back and forth several times hearing the small imp giggling before releasing him and standing back up so I could rinse off as well.
He had a tight foreskin that extended past his sleek bullet shaped nozzle about a quarter of an inch, but I noticed it didn’t seem to be so snug anymore like it used to be. His skin had always slipped back and forth rather smoothly despite being tight, and even though his turtle neck still seemed relatively taut, just now when I jacked him teasingly his foreskin seemed to yield and slide a bit easier than I had recalled on earlier occasions. It made me wonder if the boys messing around with it more often sort of loosened things up or if this was simply something that happened to a boy with foreskin as a kid got older. Perhaps it was a combination of both.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Micah’s small hand wrapping around my erection while he giggled. Again, there wasn’t anything sexual about it and he often checked mine out when we bathed together. The younger boy was always curious about those things; especially, since I was older with my body having gone through obvious changes. The same way neither one of us said anything when I cleaned his penis, I didn’t say anything when he checked me out too as I reached for some soap leaving him to his scrutiny over my nakedness. He was particularly enamored by my pubes, loving how it felt when he ran his fingers through the soft downy wet curls. Today though, his focus seemed to be on my thick stalk.
“Whoa, you’ve gotten a little bigger.” Micah commented catching me by surprise.
“Huh…what?” I asked looking down as he ran his curled fingers up and down my thick shaft making me shiver because despite us not being sexually intimate with one another it still felt good.
“Your hard thingy…it looks and feels bigger.” He added innocently while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Maybe,” I replied leaning back and getting my hair wet. “I’m only fifteen so still growing and I suppose that means down there too.” I shrugged.
“How big do you think it is now?” He asked curiously his fingers shifting and manipulating my sagging tennis ball sized soft scrotum and Medjool Date sized testicles.
Looking down at myself I scrunched up my face. “Don’t really know for sure Micah. It’s not like I measure it or anything. When it’s hard like that I suppose about five and a half or six inches long at the most. I suppose it kinda falls in the average length for a kid my age, but at the bigger end of average. It is thicker than most other kids my age though. Still, I hope it doesn’t get too much bigger.” I added having sort of explained this a time or two to him before.
“Why not? I mean, are you afraid it might hurt a girl if you stick it inside of her?” He asked innocently, but catching me by surprise yet again.
“Wh…wh…huh, I mean, what would you know about something like that?” I asked a bit shocked because that was a strange thing to say for a boy his age. “Why would you even be asking something like that?” I asked pointedly trying to remain calm even though my insides were squirming around because a kid his age simply didn’t ask those sorts of sexual like questions.
The smaller boy seemed to pick up on my anxiety and wasn’t sure exactly how to respond now. “I…um…,” he stuttered his porcelain smooth cheeks turning crimson as he bit his lower lips and turned away a bit embarrassed now.
“Micah?” I asked a bit more softly reaching out and cupping his chin with my fingers turning his head towards me.
“I…uh…,” he began to stutter again knowing I wasn’t going to let it go now as he finally sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Please don’t be mad at me Chase.” He started while I arched my eyebrows wondering where this was heading. “It’s just a few months back I saw you and your girlfriend…um…I sort of walked in when the two of you…uh…when you two were kind of doing things together.” He admitted biting his lower lip and looking away ashamed now that he had admitted spying on me.
It shocked me though that he would have seen me and my girlfriends doing something so intimate. I was always careful to make sure I didn’t do anything unless we were completely alone making me wonder when this happened. I was sure every time I had intercourse with my girlfriend at the house no one was home. There have been other places the two of us had sex together, but he wouldn’t have caught us going at it then, so it had to be one of those times I thought we had been alone at home in my room.
The idea of him walking in on me doing that with another girl mortified me on so many levels. He was my little brother after all and I shouldn’t be exposing him to those sorts of things, not at his age, or ever really. The younger boy seeing me doing something like that with another girl made me feel ashamed. Of course it was embarrassing, but I felt more guilt about it than anything else.
“Oh gawd, I…I think I’m going to be sick. Wh…what exactly did you see?” I asked a bit concerned and not feeling so good now.
The younger boy seemed to notice that maybe bringing this up wasn’t such a good idea now. “I mean it was by accident…really Chase. I didn’t mean to spy on you or anything and I didn’t know you weren’t alone. I got bored so came home early and I sort of saw you with…with…you know…your huge hard thingy inside of her. I didn’t think something that big was supposed to fit inside a girl like that and she was making all these weird sounds like it really hurt her. You were making strange noises too and then suddenly your body stiffened up and I saw all your muscles bunching up just before you yelled out in pain. I…I just thought since you said you didn’t want it to get any bigger that maybe it is because it would hurt you and girls too much when you…when you…uh…you know when you stick it inside of her. Please don’t be mad Chase. I didn’t mean to spy on you. It just…it just happened is all.” He sniffled with his lips beginning to quiver making me feel even worse now because I had upset him again; especially, now after the incident at school.
Sighing I reached out and hugged him towards my body shaking my head. “Shit Micah. I’m not mad at you just upset at myself. That was something private and I should have been more careful about it. You are too young to see that sort of thing and it isn’t fair to you.” I told him sincerely with him looking at me not really totally understanding, but now that he’s seen it I had to at least do a little explaining to him.
“My size really has nothing with it hurting her or not. Well that isn’t exactly true either.” I tried to explain not doing a good job of it because my mind was still racing at having been caught by him doing something so intimate.
This was worse than when Tim caught me choking my chicken and spraying my white syrupy mess all over the place. “Listen, I don’t know exactly how to explain it to you, but I wasn’t hurting my girlfriend. I suppose a guy having a bigger penis could hurt a girl a little, but what you saw wasn’t either one of us being in pain. Actually, both of us were feeling really good. Sex sort of makes guys make weird sounds and stuff, but what I was doing to my old girlfriend didn’t hurt her. We both enjoyed it a lot. It’s sort of like when you and Tim do some sex things. You guys make all these weird noises too and I’m sure your bodies stiffen up too when you get those tingling sensations.” I added not feeling comfortable at all by this conversation.
“Oh…,” he responded seeming satisfied enough by the answer. “So having sex with a girl is like having sex with another boy?” He asked curiously while I sputtered and coughed once again surprised by the innocent nature of the younger boy as he asked some very serious questions.
“What…no!” I retorted quickly and a bit sharply seeing him wince by my bark making me sigh again and shake my head trying to calm down knowing I needed to be truthful with him, but also be a bit tactful.
“Listen, I suppose in some ways it is sort of like having sex with another boy, but also different. In some ways the difference is not really major while in other ways it is huge. It’s not a bad thing one way or the other…you know with some boys enjoying doing sex things with other boys in that sort of way while most other boys would rather do sex things with girls. When you are younger you don’t really know what you prefer, not really I don’t think, but as you get older you sort of figure things out.” I tried to explain seeing the expression on his face indicating he had like a million and one more questions, while I realized he was already getting way too much information for his age.
“Come here,” I sighed pulling him into my body feeling my erection sliding up against his lower stomach.
Holding him for several long seconds with his face against my chest I finally released him and smiled softly at him. “Micah, what I did with my old girlfriend was something kind of private. I’m a little upset you saw it because I think you are still too young to be having this sort of discussion. Let’s just leave things where they are at for the moment. When you get a little older we can talk some more about it if you still have questions. Fair enough?” I asked with him smiling and nodding his head.
“Gawd, you are such a little stinker at times.” I teased while ruffling his hair hearing the boy giggling while I began to wash up with him helping by working on my back.
It had been a bit awkward there for several moments having to talk about something so private about myself with the younger boy, but I began to realize that these sorts of things were all a part of growing up. Being caught in such an intimate moment was a bit disturbing, but to my surprise I really didn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore about it. I began to realize that when it came to my two little brothers it was kind of difficult to keep any secrets. Of course I tried to be discreet about things, but we were brothers, and living together so closely under the same roof made it tough to keep things hidden amongst ourselves for long. I suppose a part of it had to do with us being so close to one another as well. I loved them so much and they loved me just as much, so keeping secrets buried for long was not an easy thing to do.
The conversation did stir up other emotions though as I recalled the breakup with my girlfriend. She had been my first and I hers, but in the end the breakup had been an ugly one because I discovered she had started cheating on me with one of my friends. It broke my heart of course and cost me a friendship. I still talked with my old friend trying to keep the peace between us, but that is as far as it went. His relationship with her didn’t last either and he knew his actions ruined our friendship. My old friend tried to patch things up with me, but I felt betrayed and knew I could never really trust him anymore. So from that point on we were cordial when together, but we no longer hung out. Even the friends we shared in common had sort of given him the boot, no longer able to trust him either.
It was one thing to hook up with a girl who used to be one of your friends’ old girlfriend, but to hook up and actually have sex with a girl while she is going out with a friend of yours simply wasn’t cool. If a guy did something like that his true colors were revealed and no one could ever trust him again. In some ways I felt bad for him, but it was just too awkward to hang with him so I let our friendship go. It also wasn’t my call if some of my other friends didn’t feel comfortable hanging out with him anymore either. So in the end, things sort of shifted around as was typical for kids my age.
Finishing up, I stepped out of the shower and got dried off before lifting Micah up out of the tub jiggling him around a little like my dad did with both of the two smaller little ragamuffins. The blond haired boy giggled appreciatively while I busted up laughing too because he looked hilarious with his little floppy boy bits wriggling around like that. With Tim, his didn’t tend to flop around so much because he had a tight bag and small pecker, but still, in the end it was all simple fun as I set Micah down giving him another hug which he happily returned.
Inhaling deeply I shivered realizing I’d know his scent anywhere just like I would Tim’s. In every sense of the word Micah was my little brother as I sat on the closed toilet lid with the towel wrapped around my naked waist. I started to dry the smaller boy off with him standing on his toes trying to glance out of the small bathroom window. We tended to keep it open when taking a hot shower so the steam could escape.
“Stop squirming around.” I chuckled because I was forced to lean back when he pressed his body towards me since his actions practically shoved his little boy pecker and balls into my face with the soft boy musk like odor between his legs not escaping my notice.
“Hey, that’s the older kid who tried to stick up for me.” He quipped motioning for me to stand up and take a look.
Our shared bathroom was on the side of the house and from the bathroom window we could see down the street in one direction. Sure enough, across the street and several houses over I could see a kid about twelve years old sitting on the step leading up to what must be his house. A few days back a trailer truck showed up moving furniture and all sorts of things into the small two bedroom house. An older couple used to live there, but they were getting along in years so decided to move into one of those condo housing units that catered to the elderly while still allowing them their independence. This was a nice neighborhood and even though the house was smaller than most it sold quickly.
It was kind of a surprise to see it sold to a family, but then again if there was only one kid I suppose a two bedroom house was big enough. Squinting, I tried to get a better look and sure enough I could tell it was the boy I had shoved away just before I hauled Micah away. It was kind of hard to tell, but from here he looked kind of skinny as I tried to recall what I could from my brief encounter with him earlier. I began to feel a little bad about it now if that kid really had been trying to help Micah out after all.
It had started to pour outside and the pre-teen had taken a seat on the stoop. He looked like a half drowned wet cat that had been dumped into a deep lake and had somehow managed to crawl out on to solid ground. It seemed obvious he was locked out of the house and waiting for his parents to get home, but sometimes one never really knew for sure about neighbors; especially, new ones. It was cold and wet outside as the kid sat there with his arms wrapped around his knees trying to keep warm. He was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved hoodie that had a broad red stripe across the chest and a broad blue one right below it. Below those two broad stripes were multiple smaller blue spaced horizontal ones all the way down to the hem. Even though it was a sweatshirt I still felt bad for him because in this cold wet weather it did little to protect him.
“Chase, he looks really sad just sitting there by himself. Do you think maybe he’s locked out of the house or something?” My little scamp asked curiously while I nodded.
“Yeah…or something.” I sighed not knowing for sure what was going on but determined to find out. “Alright, stay here and get dried off while I try to find out what’s going on.” I ordered with Micah starting to protest that he wanted to come with, but not bothering when he saw my firm look.
“Alright, but if he’s locked out of the house don’t let him sit outside in this cold wet weather. He’ll get sick.” The smaller boy admonished with me rolling my eyes and motioning for him to get dried off while I checked things out.
With the towel still wrapped around my waist I made my way downstairs and opened up the door. The cold air made me shiver, but I stepped out onto our covered porch padding barefoot over towards the corner. It really was raining like crazy now and from my vantage point I could clearly see the other boy down the street looking like a sad sack. Sighing, I put my two fingers to my lips pursing them and let out a shrill whistle. The other boy didn’t seem to notice at first so I let out another shrill call this time seemingly catching his attention. He had the hood over his head as he lifted up his face looking around wondering where the noise was coming from. Letting out another shrill whistle his face turned towards me staring through the thick sheets of rain.
The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment before standing up to get a better look and then pointing to himself like he was asking if I was calling him. Lifting up my hand I motioned to him indicating for him to come over. He started to step towards my house and then paused and I could see him lifting his hand up to his forehead as if shielding his eyes for a better look. It was then I could tell he recognized who I was and he remained standing as if undecided what to do. I wasn’t sure if he would come over, but I tried to encourage him and waved again. The boy hesitated for a moment before his shoulders slumped and he began to make his way through the rain. I watched as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets as if resigned to a tongue lashing. It made me feel even worse now as I studied the poor guy.
As he neared I could tell he was kind of skinny even in his bulky sweatshirt which seemed to hang heavily on his frame now since it was completely soaked. He was several inches taller than Tim who had sprouted a bit these last few months. This kid who approached looked to be about four feet nine inches tall and about seventy five or eighty pounds in sopping wet clothes.
The other boy stopped on the sidewalk at the edge of our yard peering at me from beneath his hoodie. From here I couldn’t make out much of his face, but like Micah I could tell he wore his hair kind of long with the wet strands hanging out in places. With his head being totally wet his hair looked kind of darkish brown, but I knew they would be much lighter once they were dry. It actually sort of reminded me of how Tim’s hair looked when it got wet.
“Um…listen…I don’t want any trouble. I didn’t know those guys were planning on messing with that little kid. I’m just waiting for…,” he began jerking his thumb over his shoulders towards his house.
“I know.” I interjected. “Micah told me you tried to help. Is that true?” I asked with the other boy looking down at his feet poking his toe into the groove of the sidewalk and shrugging his shoulders.
Scrunching up my face I shook my head glancing around at the rain which I knew wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. I shivered because it was downright cold standing here with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. Even the other boy seemed to shiver standing there and still refusing to look at me.
“Hey listen, I’m sorry about shoving you. I was just trying to protect Micah, but he says you were trying to help. At any rate, right now it doesn’t matter because it is cold and freezing out here and I can’t just leave you sitting outside, not like that.” I told the other boy sincerely who suddenly looked up and seemed to be studying me closely now as if realizing for the first time I was standing outside half naked.
He paused there for several moments as if contemplating what to do with his shoulders slumping. “I really didn’t know they were going to do that. It’s just I’m new around here and didn’t realize those guys were jerks. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to get them to back off. I tried to reason with them, but it happened so fast and before I knew it we were all rolling around in a big heap and fighting. It’s not my idea of making friends.” He stated looking a bit worried now about what this was going to do back at school.
Shrugging my shoulders and ever the pragmatist I tried to smile at him reassuringly. “Well, nothing we can do about that right now, but we can get you in out of the rain and cleaned up. Come-on, let’s go inside…my balls are beginning to freeze and shrivel up if you know what I mean.” I chuckled seeing the other boy flash me a brief smile with his gaze automatically dipping down because of my comment before glancing back up and blushing because of his inadvertent look.
Diverting his gaze the other kid looked around and shivered, but seemed resigned since it was downright cold and pouring rain in a steady sheet like stream. Reluctantly he followed me inside stepping into the foyer as I closed the door behind us. He stood there glancing around not knowing what to do because water was dripping from him and starting to puddle up some on the floor. He noticed the shoes lined up by the doorway and immediately took his off as well and stood there in wet socks before freezing in place his face suddenly gaping in shock.
Following his gaze I spotted Micah sitting on the stairs watching us. I about busted up because I knew exactly why this new kid was gawking in surprise as he stared at the smaller blond boy. The recently turned ten year old fair haired boy was sitting there leaning up against the banister and even though he had the towel wrapped around his waist he was flashing us when his legs swung back and forth exposing his nice sleek uncut penis and tangerine sized drooping boy sack.
Glancing over at our guest I could see the twelve year old boy’s blue eyes flare outwards with his hand dipping down as he subconsciously adjusted the small bulge between his legs. I chuckled knowingly because there was just something about Micah that was so innocent and stunningly cute. Even though there wasn’t anything sexual between me and my younger sibling I couldn’t help popping wood when I saw him naked. It just naturally happened and something I’ve come to accept.
All of this happened within a second or two and I was about to discreetly get Micah to cover up by motioning for him to come over, but he suddenly bolted down the stairs smothering our guest in a warm embrace. The slim kid rocked backwards in surprise feeling the other boy hugging him and didn’t seem to know how to react.
“Thanks for sticking up for me.” Micah’s voice squeaked in excitement with the other boy’s eyes flaring open and glancing around all wide eyed before seemingly giving in and wrapping his arm lightly around the smaller roguish imp.
Patting Micah on the back reassuringly he seemed to sigh in relief. “I…I’m sorry they were messing with you. I…I didn’t know they were planning on doing that.” He tried to explain with the smaller boy stepping away and shrugging his shoulders.
“I know, but in the end you stuck up for me and that is what matters. Why are you sitting in the rain?” Micah asked sensing how this was kind of awkward for the other boy.
“Oh, just got locked out is all. You know…new house and all and everyone forgetting about handing over a key to me.” He chuckled rolling his shoulders as if it was all good.
“Well, when are your folks getting home?” I interjected.
“They’re not…uh…,” the other boy started before scrunching up his face and pausing for a second. “They weren’t exactly sure. At least that’s what they said before I left for school this morning. I suppose it depends on the traffic and all, not to mention they had to switch around their schedules at work. I suppose with the move and all the excitement they forgot to give me a key to the house.” The other boy shrugged his eyes darting back and forth between me and Micah almost awkwardly until I realized it was because the two of us were standing there practically naked.
We all stood there a bit uneasy for several seconds and I noticed the other boy had subconsciously crossed his arms in front of his crotch making me wonder if it was because he had popped a boner. It was kind of awkward I suppose for him to stand in front of virtual strangers who were half naked. Water had pooled around the other boy’s feet when I suddenly came to my senses.
“Oh crap, where are my manners. I’m Chase by the way, and this little scallywag who you rescued…,” I reached out pulling Micah towards me feeling his arm wrapping around my waist casually, “well this is Micah.” I smiled holding out my fist with the other boy reaching out and bumping knuckles with me before doing the same with Micah.
“Oh…hey…nice to meet you guys. I’m Allen Beaumont.” He introduced himself.
“Anyway…,” I began motioning for him to follow us. “Why don’t we try getting you dried off while me and Micah get into something a little less revealing.” I hinted noticing Allen blushing because he realized I had noticed him gawking at the smaller boy’s package earlier.
“I…uh…I…,” the twelve year old boy stuttered trying to explain with me reaching out and giving him a friendly punch in the arm.
“Dude don’t worry about it. With two little brothers running around the house naked half the time they don’t even realize what they are doing.” I chuckled with Micah furling his eyebrows at me.
“What are you guys talking about?” He asked innocently with me looking over at Allen before busting up seeing the twelve year old boy blush, but also chuckling knowingly as I hugged my little imp before ruffling his damp hair.
“Nothing, just that you greeted our guest in a way…well let’s just say in a way only you are capable of doing…other than Tim that is.” I teased seeing his puzzled look as I continued to rib him a little more. “Dude, you like totally flashed Allen when he came inside the house. You know sitting on the stairs with your legs spread open.” I chuckled.
Micah’s eyes flared open flittering over towards his Guardian Angel who had rescued him earlier before blushing all embarrassed by the revelation as I chuckled again giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Little Bro, don’t worry it was only like a split second. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed about for a ten year old in the downstairs department.” I assured him moving on from the incident and giving the smaller boy a gentle shove towards the stairs.
Glancing back, the other boy hesitated for a moment but followed us up the flight of stairs a bit awkwardly in his wet clothes. At the top of the landing the smaller boy veered off towards the larger bedroom he shared with Tim while I motioned for Allen to follow me into mine. We stepped inside of my smaller room, the one that used to belong to Tim before we switched out so the two younger boys had more space. I noticed Allen looking around checking out my room which was a pretty typical reaction and he seemed to approve. It was relatively well kept up for a teenager with only a few clothing items tossed around on the floor as I stooped over picking them up and tossing them on to my chair.
Unlike Tim’s and Micah’s room, mine was kind of simple, even the walls were a bit bare without the typical sports posters and things most kids have up on their walls. For some reason I was never really into it and when I moved over to this room never bothered with putting up the ones I used to have. I did have a shelf unit against one wall with some of my trophies and stuff. I also had a stereo system, computer, and a television with a video console. All in all, still a typical teenager kind of room.
I walked over towards the bathroom door motioning for Allen to step inside. “Um…you can get dried off in here if you want. Uh…actually you can even hop in the shower to get warmed up and I’ll take your clothes down and dump them in the dryer if you want. I mean it sounds like your folks won’t be coming home anytime soon.” I added with him looking around a little nervously before glancing down at his dripping wet clothes.
“I…uh…I don’t have anything to wear though.” He quipped back a bit embarrassed about maybe hopping in the shower in a house with people he hardly knew.
“No worries we will find something.” I assured him scrunching up my face. “Crap, we used up all the towels. With three guys my mom is always complaining about never having enough towels, not to mention all the piled up laundry.” I chuckled shaking my head. “Anyway, you can decide what you want to do while I scrounge up some stuff for you.” I told him as I exited the bathroom before he could respond.
Making my way back down the stairs I popped into the laundry room noticing clean clothes folded up in piles along with some towels. Mom had even washed our robes and they were on hangers and hooked on to the back of the door. Taking a look at the robes I snatched up Tim’s figuring it was the closest fit for our guest before I trudged back up the stairs. It was quiet in Micah’s room making me wonder what the little guy was up to as I ignored it for now and stepped into my room.
Without thinking I stepped through the slightly open bathroom door. “Anyway, I got you a towel and robe just in case you decide to…,” I began to inform him as I glanced up with my words fading away.
This time it was my turn to stand there and gawk because while I went downstairs Allen must have figured he’d hop in the shower. He had just stepped out of his underwear when I came walking in because he was holding them in his hand as he straightened up in shocked surprise when I came ambling into the bathroom. I was so used to pretty much walking in and out of the bathroom anymore even if Tim and Micah were inside. We sort of had an unspoken rule that if the door was closed to knock first. The bathroom door had been open a crack and I suppose Allen hadn’t even thought of closing it all the way.
My eyes flared open in wide eyed shock with the other boy standing there rooted in place as well because it was simply one of those unexpected situations. Time seemed to slow down as we both stood there unable to move, say, or do anything for several long moments. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the natural stirrings between my legs. Including Micah and Tim, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen other naked boys as well before, but this was something that happened unexpectedly catching me off guard. It was the other boy suddenly coming to his senses and covering his hands in front of his nakedness that finally brought me out of my own hazy fog.
Immediately turning my back towards the boy I blushed, once more feeling my semi-hard throbber begin to form a tent in front of my towel. “I…um…shit Allen…I…I’m sorry. It’s just I’m used to walking in and out of the bathroom even if my brothers are inside. I wasn’t expecting you to get undressed yet, not without any towels, and the bathroom door was still open a little so I didn’t think anything of it. I’m really sorry dude. I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that.” I apologized with everything falling silent for several long moments making things even a tad more awkward until the other boy finally responded.
“Um…I…uh…,” he seemed to sigh before I heard him chuckling nervously. “Yeah, well I suppose maybe it was just karma or something. You know for gawking at your little brother. I know it was an accident. I guess I wasn’t really thinking about you coming back so soon. A hot shower kind of sounded nice and it’s not like I’ve got brothers barging in on me so I hadn’t thought about the door or anything either. Don’t sweat it…I mean…yeah…it’s a little embarrassing…but you didn’t do it on purpose.” He tried to brush the incident aside, but his voice was quivering timidly making me feel kind of bad about it since this was obviously a big deal for him.
“Uh…alright.” I nodded my head trying not to make things any more uncomfortable and keeping my eyes averted facing straight ahead into my bedroom so I wouldn’t sneak a peek in the mirror accidentally. “Anyway, I got you a towel and you can use Tim’s robe. It’s a tad big on him so should fit pretty close.” I set the stuff down on the counter and started to walk out before pausing again. “Uh…your clothes, they’re soaked. If you want I could…,” I began, hearing him immediately respond.
“Oh…yeah, thanks that’ll be great. Um…looks like yours and Micah’s are on the floor too. Here, you might as well take all of them down with you at the same time.” I heard him say as he stepped up closer behind me and reaching around placed all of the wet and dirty clothes into my arms before I nodded and stepped out of the bathroom.
Closing the bathroom door behind me I quickly made my way downstairs and into the laundry room. I sorted through the clothes separating out Micah’s muddy ones from the rest. Allen’s didn’t look all muddied up just wet so I began tossing his into the dryer smiling when I held up his underwear. They were just the typical white boy’s briefs, but I could see the rounded bump in the front where his twelve year old treasure kit had been safely snuggled up all day. Chuckling to myself recalling seeing him standing there completely naked I tossed them in with the rest of his clothes and turned on the dryer. I tossed mine and Micah’s stuff into the washer along with more dirty clothes figuring I might as well get a load done and began that machine as well.
With that task done I made my way upstairs and since it was real quiet I stuck my head in the bedroom Micah shared with Tim. Sighing, I stepped inside and made my way over towards the bed in the nook next to the large walk-in closet. The smaller boy had fallen asleep and was lying on his back with the wet towel still wrapped around his waist. Now that he had taken a warm bath, and the adrenalin rush of his skirmish with the older boys had dissipated, the aftermath of the event had him plum worn out. Retrieving one of those throw blankets from the closet I stepped over towards the slumbering boy and carefully removed the towel from around his waist. He mumbled in his sleep when I jostled him around a little, but he never woke up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I had to smile at the naked boy lying on his back with his penis bobbing up and down and completely stretched out hovering above his pale pubic mound. The boy had popped a stiffie in his sleep and I couldn’t help myself as I admired his stunningly beautiful ten year old body. He was still a little boy, but I began to realize his little sex play with Tim had sort of awakened some of his natural sexual curiosity. In many ways both him and Tim were still very naïve about such things, but in other ways they both had sort of begun their sexual exploration at a young age.
Reaching out I pinched the tip of Micah’s loose skin rolling it around in my fingers still fascinated by it. I’ve seen and sort of messed around with his foreskin often enough, but was still completely enthralled by the nature of such an organic type of thing as skin. It always felt silky smooth, soft, warm, and fleshy when I fooled around with it like I was doing now. Using my finger and thumb I slowly eased back the puckered skin revealing his shiny purple bullet shaped nub as it glistened wetly. His skin always kept his glans soft and moist not to mention gave off a different kind of odor as I leaned in and took a deep breath through my nose detecting that distinct fragrance I couldn’t quite describe.
Sitting back up I played around with his stiff penis some more fascinated how the taut membrane slipped back and forth over his knob before pulling it completely back revealing a section of his bright pink shaft just below the barely noticeable ridge of his helmet. The younger boy really was a vision of beauty with his creamy smooth and pale ivory complexion, light blonde colored hair, sparkling Carolina blue eyes, and very fair features. He epitomized that Eastern European look with those stunningly angelic like beautiful features. Shaking my head and chuckling at how I was sort of perving on the younger boy I slipped his foreskin back into place and released his twitching penis hearing the cute guy moaning in his sleep as if in protest.
It’s been years since I’ve had any sexual kind of interest in another boy, but if I were a few years younger I could see myself being attracted to Micah in that sort of way. I’ve done my fair share of boy play when I was eleven and twelve years old, but that kind of interest had faded away quickly once puberty began to set in and I started to discover an interest in girls.
Settling the small blanket over his naked body I reached out and brushed some of his stray blonde locks from his face gazing down into his soft boyish features. He looked so saintly in his sleep with his features having become relaxed. He was a happy kid, but there were anxious times for him as well. He found a safe place in our home with plenty of love, but there were still worldly concerns for him always working away in the background of his life. For now he had stability, but he knew it could all change quickly because he was only a foster kid. I knew my parents had started the adoption process, but these things took time and anything could go wrong at any stage with the judge outright rejecting the request. It made me feel sad for Micah because it had to be tough for him to be in a sort of limbo.
Leaning over I brushed my lips against his warm mouth and gave him a tender kiss. Earlier in the shower was the first time I’ve ever given him an actual peck on the lips, but I had enjoyed it as I did now feeling that warm fuzzy connection to the younger boy in the pit of my stomach. I loved the little guy with all my heart and the thought of losing him to the system just about made me bust out in tears as I wiped some away from my face. I suppose he wasn’t the only one struggling with some of the strain of not knowing what was to become of him.
Sniffling and shaking my head, all I knew was I would be devastated if the adoption process didn’t go through. It would be like losing my little brother Tim. Unlike some of my friends who always seemed to have issues with their siblings, I actually loved my little brother with the two of us getting along really well. He annoyed me at times, but he was a really cool little brother and so was Micah.
Leaving the smaller blond boy to his nap I walked back into my room and hesitated a moment looking towards the bathroom door. I could hear the shower still running in the bathroom, but that didn’t really surprise me since it’s only been like five or ten minutes since I left Allen alone. Even though I shoved the clothes in the washer and dryer along with tucking in Micah it hadn’t actually taken all too long, just a few minutes.
Wanting to get Allen’s attention I knocked on the bathroom door surprised to hear him say it was alright to come in. I had only wanted to talk to him through the closed door, but since he said it was alright I opened it up and poked my head inside and began busting up.
Allen had the glass door on the tub pulled slightly open with his head sticking out looking at me. His hair was full of shampoo and standing straight up with several twists in it as if he had been playing with it like I had done with Micah’s blonde locks earlier when we were taking a shower together. Allen had even longer hair than our little blond angelic imp, so it was hilarious seeing it all twisted and standing up with the weight of the soap and water suddenly forcing it to droop forwards along the side of his face.
The other boy flinched and chuckled realizing what I was laughing at and shrugged his shoulders. “Just goofing around I suppose.” He quipped light heartedly making me realize he was one of those laid back easy going kinds of guys when given the chance and who had a quick sense of humor just like Tim while at the same time also seeming to have his shy moments.
It was then that I noticed something else making me bark out again and place my hand over my eyes mockingly with Allen retorting. “Dude, it’s just my head and chest. It’s not like I’m standing in front of you naked or anything. Not like…uh…anyway,” he chuckled with me unable to contain myself as I lowered my hand still chuckling and shrugging my shoulders.
“Alright, if you say so,” I managed to get out in-between my giggles which was threatening to develop into another belly laugh. “But dude, I don’t know who’s worse you or my little brothers running around naked all the time.” I teased with him furrowing his eyes a little puzzled as I explained. “Um…you do realize all the towels are gone from in front of the glass door and with your body leaning up against it you aren’t leaving much to the imagination.” I quipped and belted out laughing when he suddenly looked down and yelped in surprise when he realized his soft penis and ball sack were squished up against the clear glass pane in a very revealing manner.
“Fuck,” he yipped, immediately shoving his hands in front and covering up blushing about twenty different shades of red.
“Damn Allen for real…I don’t know who’s worse, Micah for flashing you or you for flashing me.” I chuckled teasing averting my eyes because it was obvious despite his earlier assurances he was a bit shy about being seen naked. “Um…anyway, sorry about that dude, but I just wanted to let you know when you are finished up to come into my room and not Micah’s because he’s fallen asleep.”
“Oh…uh…yeah, thanks. Fuck, I can’t believe it, twice in one day. Shit, this is totally wack.” He moaned while I chuckled.
“Dude, don’t sweat it so much. I’ve got two little brothers running around here naked all the time. We’re all guys so nothing to worry about, but yeah, still, I get it. I’m sorry if it’s made you feel all weirded out.” I told him sincerely.
The other boy seemed to sigh and from the corner of my eye I saw him shrug. “Nah, not your fault and I suppose if things were reversed I’d have laughed my ass off too. Just promise not to say anything to anyone about it.” He chuckled with me agreeing it would remain between the two of us.
Leaving him alone I made my way over to my bed and plopped down shaking my head. The wet towel rubbed against my flaccid tube and I felt it begin to chub up reminding me I haven’t taken care of my typical teenaged hormonal needs today. It had been a hectic morning with all of us scrambling around since we were running late. Tim of course had slept in late since he had a doctor’s appointment and was staying home from school. Dad had things to get done at work and had left early so he could get back home in time to go to the hospital with my mom and Tim. So everything first thing in the morning was just out of kilter.
Glancing over towards the bathroom door and hesitating for a second I decided to do a quick hand job while the opportunity presented itself. I knew it would be a few more minutes before the other boy was finished since he still had shampoo in his hair. Lifting up my hips I removed my towel draping it over my stomach and chest before wriggling around and propping myself up against my pillow. Reaching down I didn’t mess about with my usual foreplay and teasing of my balls and hard shaft, but wrapped my fingers around the blood engorged shank between my legs and got to work. I needed to make this quick while Allen was still in the shower so reaching down with my left hand I helped things along by cupping my sagging scrotum and fiddling around with my swollen testicles feeling the nice tingling sensations all along the shaft of my thick erection and deep inside my nuggets.
My thoughts immediately wandered over towards some of the cute girls at school as I smiled licking my lips. It’s been months since I’ve broken up with my girlfriend and had that intimate kind of flesh to flesh sexual contact with another person. It wasn’t as if I constantly had sex every single day with my old girlfriend, but it had been regular enough to keep my appetite satiated. There was something about having that physical kind of contact with another human being that couldn’t be replaced by a simple hand job and it’s been months since I’ve experienced it last.
After the breakup I had been kind of crushed because of the betrayal, so was reluctant to start up another relationship with a girl. Of course a lot of the skirts in school have been flirting with me and I teased back up to a point, but had been cautious about taking things to the next level with another girl. This was all slowly changing now because lately I’ve been sort of getting a bit horny around girls again and some of them began to attract my attention.
There were plenty of cute girls in my school, but I didn’t want to hook up with another shallow one so was being a bit more selective towards the girls I was paying attention to in return. Once I began to flirt back with some of the girls I noticed my old girlfriend shooting daggers towards me. I had been in a funk, which seemed to have pleased her, but now that I was flirting with other girls again I could see the jealousy in her eyes. She had even tried to hook back up with me, but I let her know there was no way in hell this was going to happen, ever, period. I think my outright rebuff had hit a nerve with her because she was trying to spread rumors about me. In the end it had backfired on her with several of her own friends keeping their distance.
My thoughts shifted towards a cute brunette with pretty green eyes and perky little breasts. She was athletic, but had very nice curves and smelled delicious with a light airy kind of fragrance. I was really getting into my fantasy of her, feeling the tingling in my loins begin to bubble up when my thoughts suddenly shifted to Allen standing there completely naked in the bathroom. My mind was too far gone at the moment to even be fazed at how my attention had shifted. I’ve fantasized about boys before, but it’s been a while. Still, I couldn’t stop because I could already feel the surge of my orgasm begin its slow ascent with my fist pumping steadily up and down my hefty sized drooling tool.
The twelve year old boy had really looked cute standing there completely naked the first time I had seen him and then just now in the shower. With it being the end of the fall season it was no surprise the boy had lost his tan lines. His skin coloration wasn’t pale like Micah’s, but rather a sort of a creamy bisque kind of tone. He had looked kind of on the skinny side with clothes on, but standing there completely naked I could see it wasn’t him just being thin, but kind of having a lean body. He had a sleek physique with long arms, legs, torso, and even neck.
The revealing event had happened so fast, but as we stood there facing one another it was as if time had slowed down. My eyes took in all of his features including his long oval shaped face, blue eyes, and long hair. He was kind of cute and everything about him was long; except, for his penis. To my surprise it kind of looked small for a twelve year old boy. It was only about two inches long, which was about the same size as Tim’s, and all I could see was his helmet shaped knob. It was kind of strange how it sort of poked out like a little button on a shirt from what appeared to be a completely hairless pubic mound. Right behind the ridge of his glans and pressing up against his pubic mound was a thick roll of skin almost like a tire, which effectively hid any hint of a shaft on the boy. It looked kind of strange, but I had to admit also a bit sexy hot.
My eyes had flicked slightly downwards noticing his firm silky like scrotum. It was larger than a tangerine, and I figured maybe about the size of a lemon, hugging his body in a tightly rounded ball. The outline of his testicles along the bottom part of his soft rounded skin purse indicated his balls had dropped, probably at the beginning stages of puberty. The form and shape of his nuggets within the silky membrane looked to be slightly smaller than chestnuts maybe more like the size of corks. The first time I had seen his ball sack they looked kind of tight on him, but when they were squished up against the glass shower door it looked as if the warm water had loosened them up some.
Even though I wasn’t particularly attracted to boys anymore, seeing Allen in my fantasy standing there completely naked was enough to send me over the edge as I felt my legs stiffening up with my toes curling. Glancing down I could see how the pre-cum had slicked up my thick glans. They were typically pinkish brown, but had bloated and turned a deep crimson and purple color. Even my thick shaft had turned a sort of red color from the friction of my pumping fist as my eyes widened and I grunted from the release.
“Aaaaarph, uuumph, uuuuumph, aaaaahuruuuuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I moaned in ecstasy as the cleft in my meaty glans opened up and I saw the first string of white sticky boy like syrup come screaming out the tip of my penis.
As soon as I felt the familiar surge in my loins I had immediately forced my erection backwards bending the shaft towards the towel draped across my body. It naturally pointed towards that direction to begin with, but I had to angle my shaft creating a small bend in the tube which hurt a little, but the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm negated any slight discomfort of the action. From experience I knew if I didn’t adjust the angle I could miss the towel draped across my stomach and chest making a mess of things.
My testicles lurched in the grip of my fingers as they pulsed expelling my precious baby batter from my milk tanks sending the tacky substance through the tubing of my thick erection. I could feel the intensity of the force and heat as it was sent through my thick shaft providing me with euphoric release as it exited. Within a fraction of a second I felt another large rapturic pulse that sent an electrical like current throughout my body forcing my legs to lurch and my toes to curl while I grunted in sexual release. I loved orgasms and the way they felt as I let my ecstasy run its course. It only took a few seconds before the deed was done with my body slumping back into the mattress allowing the typical satiation sensation to take hold.
Slowly my high began to abate as I gasped for air realizing I was really missing that special human kind of contact. It wasn’t just the intercourse I used to have with my old girlfriend, but also the other kinds of sexual play. It wasn’t as if I had fucked her every time we got together sexually. Of course that was the ultimate release, but the other kind of bodily sexual contact had also been divine. It was the physical contact I was really missing along with the intimacy, realizing it was a part of human nature to have that sort of interaction with another person.
My mind slowly came back to the moment as I heard the shower being turned off in the bathroom. Sighing, I grabbed the towel and wadded it up concealing the slimy white gelatinous cum that had ejected from my loins. Taking a corner of the towel I wiped off my slicked up scrotum and flaccid tube which had shriveled up. It was still a respectable size for a fifteen year old boy as I inspected my soft floppy making sure I cleaned it all up before getting up and shoving the towel into my dirty clothes bag hanging on my closet door. Making my way over to my dresser I quickly slipped on a pair of boxer briefs, red silky shorts and a matching red t-shirt before sitting on the edge of my bed turning on my television and game console.
A couple of minutes later Allen stepped into my room looking much refreshed and wearing Tim’s robe. He glanced over towards me and blushed, his hands subconsciously tugging at the belt around the robe as if to make sure it was secured properly. It looked as if he had taken a few moments to hand towel dry his hair. It was only slightly damp now and he must have used one of our combs or brushes because it wasn’t a tangled mess. It looked about the same color as Tim’s hair and framed his face cutely. I took a second or two and studied his features discreetly smiling appreciatively at what I saw because he really was a cute twelve year old boy.
The slim boy had a long and thin rectangular shaped face with boyish angular features and diamond like attributes where they narrowed at the eye and jaw line. His skin was silky smooth and flawless, the almost bisque like creamy coloration a contradiction because it looked as if he were just now beginning to tan at the beginning of summertime even though we were currently heading into winter. His almost flawless like complexion tended to emphasize his small little pinhead like freckle scattered here or there. Even though he had a small mouth with thin lips they spread into a straight easy going kind of smile creating little creases just below his cheekbones on either side of his face.
The oddest thing of all was he had a couple of pinhead sized moles or freckles positioned almost identically on each side of his face right along the crease lines created by his smile. They made him look adorably cute and added a sort of balance to his features. He had a small charming nose with blue almond shaped eyes slightly turned downwards and eyebrows the same color as his hair arching just above his slightly hooded eyes. His blue orbs were the same shade of color like mine, but unlike me he had subtle coppery or golden like flakes just around the iris. His dark natural blonde hair, like the color of almond crème and with a long beachy or skateboarder style look, complimented his boyish features. The lush smooth locks hung down low, flowing loosely over the ears and in the back along his lower neck line with long bangs in the front all the way down to his eyes.
He was a cute looking kid and I’m sure the skirts at his old school had already been flirting around with him and it wouldn’t be long before the same happened at his new one. From what I could tell he was a decent enough kid with a nice personality and easy going manner. There was also an almost shy hidden side to him, but in a way that sort of added a bit of mystery. Even though he may have kicked off his friendship on the wrong note with the wrong group of kids I was fairly certain he’d hit it off well enough with others.
Even though my scrutiny was kind of brief I noticed him blushing when our eyes connected and I realized he had been sort of checking me out as well. I could tell his eyes had lingered just below my waist and it must have flustered him because he turned bright red now once he realized I had caught him staring at the bulge between my legs. It didn’t really bother me and I had gotten used to it over the years with my friends teasing me about it often enough.
Not wanting to make things even more uncomfortable I motioned for him to take a seat in my chair. He glanced at me and then the television set and smiled once he realized I was playing a video game. He set my clothes that I had put in my chair earlier on to my desk, and plopping himself down picked up another set of controllers as I restarted the game setting it for two people. We immersed ourselves into the game and chatted casually; two new friends getting to know one another. Within moments I could see him relaxing and enjoying the game while the time slipped on by. About thirty minutes later his clothes were dry and he slipped back into them while I checked up on Micah before getting us some snacks. It was starting to get late, but taking a look through the window towards his house we could see no one was home yet with him figuring it would still be a while. Without anything else to do we sat back down playing more video games and just chilling like two friends who’ve known one another for a long time now.
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End of Pt2. Chapter One: Chase – Big Brother…Guardian Angel
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Two: Tim – A Scary Moment
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