A Family For Christmas
Chapter 03
Allen: A Scent Of Cookies And Dirt
Micah's Precious Christmas Gift Pt.2
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EXCERPT FROM TIM: A SCARY MOMENT
Surprisingly enough my orgasm was fairly controlled as I tried to keep from thrashing around like I usually did allowing the moment to carry me away. It wouldn’t do to wake up Micah much less tear open my surgery cut and having to explain how it happened. I could feel my small giggle berries lurching several more times as the orgasmic like spasms continued to ripple throughout my insides. With one final heave and grunt my body finally relaxed with the vision of Allen’s sweet boyish features swimming in front of my eyes. Damn, the boy was so doggone cute as I exhaled softly realizing what I really wanted would never happen. Still, it didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize and have special feeling for the dreamy twelve year old boy.
Little did I know that just down the street another, slightly older, boy was dealing with similar issues. The stress of the day was finally catching up to me and I felt completely spent with a sensation of well being surrounding me like a warm blanket as my fingers twiddle around idly with my soft little boy penis. Yawning, I reached over covering up my naked body and before I knew it my mind drifted away with the images of Allen insinuating itself into my sweet dreams.
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ALLEN: A SCENT OF COOKIES AND DIRT
After visiting with the Miner brothers for a while I slowly made my way down the street towards the small house I called home; pausing on the sidewalk to gather my thoughts. The place I called home didn’t really belong to me, but it was still a nice place. It’s been a tough year so far and the only bright spot had been the day I stuck up for Micah. Of course I hadn’t known it at the time, but it was the best thing that could have happened to me since I had made the mistake of getting mixed up with the wrong group of kids. The Miner family seemed to be well known and liked by most everyone in the neighborhood, but in the end I suppose I still would have done the same thing even if the smaller boy was hated. It had frightened me to stand up to those other kids the way I had because I was new, but it wasn’t fair for all of those older guys to be picking on a little kid.
Over the last several days I’ve really gotten to know the Miner brothers and liked them even though I didn’t fit in age wise with any of them. Tim was the closest to my age, but was still a year younger and one grade below me. Still there was something about the soon to be eleven year old boy that had captured my attention. There was something about his personality that was infectious. Despite the other boy’s current medical condition he was very outgoing, bright, while also being very personable in a sort of touchy feely kind of way. Most other boys would be laughed at about it, but somehow the soon to be eleven year old boy’s engaging manner managed to make him immune to such things. Besides, it was obvious how even the older boys who had bullied Micah were cautious about Tim, as if they were afraid to get into any kind of clash.
It seemed odd to me considering the eleven year old boy was kind of on the small side, but I could also tell the kid was athletic. From what I’ve been able to gather so far from some of the other kids, Tim was fiercely protective over his little brother and could be a handful if cornered. It was obvious the sandy haired boy didn’t get into a lot of trouble, but from what some of the other kids had told me you also didn’t want to mess with him because even though he was small, the guy was tough as nails and a scrapper.
Tim came off as a sort of contradiction to me, but like with many of the other kids in the neighborhood I was drawn to him. Even his older brother, Chase, was a nice guy for a teenager. Over the last several days I’ve witnessed the tender side in the older boy who wasn’t afraid to show his affection for his two younger brothers. Most teenagers his age would brush off their little brothers, but I’ve noticed he always seemed to make time for them. I could tell the older boy was also popular with his friends in school, and like Tim, he was very athletic in a rounded kind of way being good in many different sports. In my estimation the teen was another guy who you wouldn’t want to mess with even though it was obvious that he too rarely got into any trouble.
Sighing, I had to admit I liked the older teen and at times found myself drooling over the older boy’s body; especially, what was snuggled up between the guy’s legs. There was no doubt the teen was packing something pretty big down there considering the nice sized bulge he was always sporting. To my utter surprise I had gotten a glimpse of Micah that first fateful day when the little guy was sitting on the steps wrapped up in nothing but a towel. I had to admit the smaller boy was cute as the dickens not to mentioned seemed to have the most captivating little boy pecker and balls hanging between his legs. I smiled recalling how from the brief glimpse I had gotten when the small blond boy had inadvertently flashed me that the youngest Miner brother still had his foreskin. Without realizing it at first I heard myself chuckling, recalling how the smaller boy had popped a stiffie today and how his older brother teased him about it.
Right about the same time I had been provided another pleasant surprise when movement had caught my attention and my gaze shifted towards Tim. Somehow, the boy’s thin pair of sweatpants had gotten twisted around his penis. I wasn’t sure if he was sporting an erection or not, but I sort of suspected it was a stiffie just by the way the sandy haired boy was swirling his thumb and finger over his cute little knob. The idea of Tim messing around with his own boner like that made me shiver because it was kind of sexy hot. If it was a boner the boy obviously had a small pecker, but oddly enough it didn’t matter to me because it was still sexy hot. Even the small lump formed by the boy’s little ball sack made me giggle thinking it looked so damn cute on him.
The guy was just turning eleven so of course he wouldn’t have anything all that big down there. Even my soft penis was still kind of puny, but I had to admit on Tim his small size looked studly. Kind of odd to think of a small pecker as being studly, but on Tim it sort of fit. I giggled again, recalling how the fabric of his sweatpants snuggled against his small ball sack. It revealed his little testicles, the two small hazel nut sized mounds creating a couple of small bumps within the folds of the soft cottony fabric. Thank goodness I hadn’t been caught staring or it could have been embarrassing.
Then I suddenly blushed when I recalled how the older brother had seen me naked that very first day. Now that was totally humiliating with the incident having caught me by complete surprise. In a way I was embarrassed because no one’s ever really seen me naked like that and the older boy had gotten an eyeful of my soft little pecker and hairless ball sack. I’m sure he thought I was puny, which was kind of awkward too. I mean at twelve years old I still didn’t have any pubes to speak of either. Other than Micah, I’ve never seen another boy’s penis, and it was kind of disturbing how I noticed that even the ten year old boy had a bigger soft penis than mine. It made me begin to wonder what Tim looked like down there completely naked and if the two older brothers still had their skin like the younger one. I’m sure they did since they were brothers after all.
Shoving all those naughty thoughts aside I glanced around and blushed making sure no one was watching me because suddenly I had popped wood standing here out in the open. It was almost as if my own thoughts were being spoken out loud and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know I was thinking about other boys; especially, not in that sort of way.
Things were bad enough as it was without everyone knowing I was gay. There was a stinging sensation in my eyes and I wiped them away wondering what the Miner brothers would think if they ever found out about me being gay. It just sort of happened about a year ago, right around Halloween as a matter of fact when I had an overwhelming urge to kiss my best friend. Well, I suppose I had always been gay, but it wasn’t until then when I sort of figured it out. It was shortly after that where everything seemed to go wrong because I had stupidly confided about my feelings with my best friend who hadn’t taken it too well; especially, once he figured out how I felt about him.
Being gay wasn’t the only thing that sent my world crumbling down around me, but it had sort of begun there because some kids had found out about it from my friend who let them know. Things were supposed to be easier these days for guys who were gay, but I quickly found out that wasn’t really true. I could have lived with the bullying that had happened soon afterwards, but it was my mother getting sick shortly after Christmas and passing away soon afterwards that had nearly crushed me. She had been a single mom with her never saying who my dad had been so it had nearly devastated me when she died. Everything seemed to have happened all at once, and at times I wondered if being gay had been the cause of it all. There were days when I was sure my mom getting sick with cancer and dying was a punishment for being gay.
The thought had even crossed my mind the day I had made friends with Chase and Micah. Suddenly their other brother came home from the hospital announcing he might have cancer. The news had made me feel sick to my stomach, forcing me to run outside with dry heaves assaulting my small body. I would have run from there, but Mr. Miner had come out just then and the opportunity had been lost. In the end though it seemed to have worked out, but now I was starting to have doubts about being friends with anyone.
The brothers wanted me to sleep over for the weekend, but I was getting those fluttering like feelings in the pit of my stomach towards Tim. I didn’t want to mess things up for being sexually attracted to the other boy, not to mention it didn’t help how I had similar kinds of feelings towards the other two brothers. With Tim though, it was different, because not only was I attracted to the eleven year old boy in a sexual kind of way, but also in other ways. The conflicting feelings were confusing.
Everything was beginning to come to a head again and I was afraid of what would happen if the brothers not only found out about me being gay, but also that I was just a foster kid. In many ways I had been lucky that the nice lady from family services found me a good home with the Jefferson’s, a decent couple even if they were elderly. They had lived close by to where I had grown up in the city with my mom in a small but cozy apartment. The nice lady from family services thought it would be the best since I could still go to the same school, only to find out later that the bullying in my school had intensified because I was gay. It was partly my fault because I never told the lady about being gay. At the time I really didn’t think it mattered; although, deep down I was also afraid I’d never find a decent place to stay if people knew about me.
To my surprise not only did the Jefferson’s want to keep me, but they even sold their other house and moved me out of the city into this nice neighborhood. I thought it showed how the couple did care about me, but I also felt bad about them having to move. They had shrugged it off saying they’ve wanted to move out of the city for years now, but never had the appropriate excuse.
A brisk wind picked up yanking me out of my musings. The car was in the driveway so I knew dinner would be ready soon as I climbed the two steps leading directly into the house. Closing the door behind me I could smell something nice cooking and suddenly felt hungry. Taking off my shoes and hanging up my jacket next to the other ones by the doorway, I made my way into the small inviting dining room.
The elderly woman by the stove turned around and smiled pleasantly. “Oh hello Allen, did your young friend make it home safely from his surgery? The poor boy,” she sighed clucking her tongue and shaking her head sympathetically. “I’m sure his parents must have been beside themselves for a bit until they were able to rule out cancer. Still, surgery no matter how minor is also a bit stressful so I hope your young friend…oh what is the boy’s name now?” The elderly woman scrunched up her eyebrows in thought before shrugging it off. “Anyway, I hope the boy is doing fine?” She asked smiling with the man sitting at the table and reading the paper nodding in agreement.
It was a cozy scenario inside the kitchen I was starting to get used to these days. “Yes, he’s doing just fine. His name is Tim.” I informed the Jefferson’s. “It’s his birthday Saturday and they wanted me to spend the weekend with them.” I added with Mr. Jefferson lowering his newspaper and looking at me before glancing over towards his wife who paused for a second and then turned down the burner on the stove.
Wiping her hands she turned towards me and smiled nodding her head. “I see, and you…are you alright with this?” She asked neutrally, but I could tell she was concerned only because of what all has happened in regards to the bullying and stuff.
It kind of caught me off guard because it was as if they were asking for my opinion. “Um…yeah, I think it could be fun. Chase said his parents would call to make sure it would be alright with you guys.” I added holding my breath wondering if they would even allow it considering they knew I was gay and would be sleeping with three other boys, but to my amazement they didn’t even seem concerned about that aspect of things.
We talked a little more about it with them wanting to make sure it wouldn’t be too overwhelming for the Miner’s in light of Tim having just gotten out of surgery and asking if I needed to get a gift and stuff. They also insisted I made sure to invite the boys over at times too so that I wouldn’t make a pest of myself by constantly being over there. That suggestion worried me some because of what I would have to tell the other boys about me being a foster kid, but in the end I shrugged it off for now not wanting it to spoil the excitement of spending the weekend over at my new friends’ house.
With permission given Mrs. Jefferson told me to hurry up and take a shower because dinner was almost finished. Afterwards I heard my foster parents talking to the Miner’s over the phone and then announce it would be alright to go over after I get home from school tomorrow. Mrs. Jefferson seemed happy for me saying how the Miner’s were really nice people and that she was glad I had made some good friends. The evening slowly wound down and I made my way back to my bedroom getting ready for bed.
It was a small room compared to Tim’s and Micah’s, and even smaller than Chase’s. I was used to it though because I had an even smaller one in the apartment where I used to live in and also the small apartment in the city belonging to my Foster parents. My room was a bit plain with a dresser drawer, a small desk and chair where I did my school work, and not much up on the walls. After my mom died I had to spend a couple of weeks in a dormitory kind of place and had lost most of my stuff. The Jefferson’s did buy me some things, but I tried not to bother them with too much because I understood this was only a temporary set up for me.
Slipping out of my shirt I sat down on the bed and removed my socks. Standing back up I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down before folding them up, and placed them on my chair. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure the door was closed I pulled off my underwear and glanced down at my naked body. I was a scrawny kid not because I was starving or anything, but because I’ve always been sort of skinny for as long as I could remember. My long arms, body, and legs actually made me look a lot thinner, but even I had to admit I didn’t have a bad looking body as I ran my hand over my supple skin.
Bending over slightly I reached down running my fingers lightly over my pale smooth pubic mound noticing those familiar blue spidery like veins just below the surface before I began looking for those elusive hairs. I was twelve years old and still didn’t even squirt or have any hair yet, well not really. I’ve spotted one or two short light brownish like hairs, but not much else for the longest of times since I’ve noticed those one or two strands. Even my penis hadn’t grown any indicating I haven’t started puberty yet as I flicked it around with my finger. It sort of grew right out of my pubic mound with nothing much visible other than my helmet shaped looking top, along with that fat roll of skin just on the other side of the ridge. I giggled because it waggled around a bit awkwardly when I flicked it with my finger.
Sighing, I stood back up because I didn’t spot anything new before slipping into bed under the soft warm bedding. I had a single sized bed, but it was comfortable. I really couldn’t complain about anything because the Jefferson’s made sure I had everything I needed and then some. They weren’t wealthy by any means and both of them worked to make ends meet. Even though the state provided the elderly couple monetary assistance for taking care of me it really didn’t cover all the expenses. I wasn’t an idiot and knew the Jefferson’s often used their own money to see to many of my normal every day needs.
Mr. Jefferson worked full time in the city while Mrs. Jefferson worked only part time making sure to be home when I got out of school. They only owned the one car, but she managed somehow. In the morning she drove to work in the car with her husband and then took the bus back home. As luck would have it there was a bus that ran from this suburb into the city and back. It stopped about a block away from the building where she worked and on the reverse route was the last stop before it becoming a straight shot out here dropping her off a few blocks from the house. I suppose it was part of the reason why they had bought this house a short distance outside the city.
Shifting on to my back my thoughts shifted towards the Miner brothers. I really liked them, but I was a little worried about what may happen when I finally had to let them know about me being a foster kid. It wasn’t the only thing worrying me because I was beginning to have feelings for the middle brother. I liked him as a friend, but for me it was much more and at some point I was sure my feelings would betray me. What would happen then when the other boy and his brothers realized I was gay?
My mind was warring with itself, but as always I began to relax feeling myself begin to fade off to sleep. I shifted into that sort of in-between state where I wasn’t really awake, but not asleep yet either. My thoughts shifted to today’s events over at the Miner’s house. The small little long haired blond boy was too cute and the sweetest kid ever as I smiled in my half dazed state recalling when he had popped a stiffie. It was just too adorable the way Chase teased his little brother by unabashedly grabbing it and giving the boy’s little gherkin a nice firm tweak. I was surprised just how at ease the brothers were about those sorts of things amongst themselves.
It was nice and cozy under the covers as I idly fiddled with my soft penis and fleshy skin bag. It wasn’t in a sexual kind of way, but something I tended to do at night when I was lying in bed and alone with my own personal thoughts. My left hand was cupping my soft silky tenders which had softened up beneath the warmth of the covers and was now sagging droopily between my legs. With it all loosened up my fingers easily rolled around my chestnut sized nuggets within the folds of their confined soft membrane. As usual my right hand was fiddling around with my flaccid penis as I tugged on it slightly feeling my stalk stretching out before rebounding back when I let go and the roll of skin bunched back up. I shivered a little when I ran a finger around the thick roll of skin while my thoughts focused on Tim and the way he had been diddling around with his own penis earlier today. It had been such a pleasant revelation when he had fiddled around with the tip end of his nub making me wonder if he had foreskin like his little brother.
That’s all it took with my entire world suddenly exploding into a million pieces when my body unexpectedly stiffened up and a familiar sensation ripped through my insides, the tsunami like wave slamming into me from out of nowhere. I knew exactly what was happening, but the way it came about is what shocked me because I wasn’t even hard or jacking off for that matter. Even now the tingling sensation ripped through a flaccid penis, not a stiff one, as it began to twitch around along with my testes contracting upwards. The entire incident was totally perplexing because I was having a powerful orgasm with my still soft penis and chestnut sized testicles contracting spastically.
My eyes immediately widened in shocked surprise, sleep immediately evaporating into thin air, as I began to grunt and moan. “Fuck!” I yelped followed quickly by the guttural tones of rapture. “Ooouuumph, uuuumph, aaaaaarph, uuuumph,” I moaned trying to keep my voice down because the Jefferson’s room was just across the hall from mine and there was no way in hell I wanted to try explaining to them the odd noises coming from my room.
My left hand clamped down around my soft nuggets while my right fingers twitched involuntarily grasping at my flaccid penis. I felt the soft supple tuber twitch in rapid succession as if it were trying to spit something out of it. My entire body was heaving and I could feel my skin all slicked up with sweat as everything became slippery. With one final jolt and shiver the entire event ended abruptly like it had started with my body collapsing back on to my mattress while I gasped for air.
“Fuck me,” I rasped because the orgasm had been intense, but probably lasted all of four or five seconds as my fingers continued to clutch and twitch over the tip of my knob which now felt all slicked up.
At first the small wetness didn’t even register as I continued to gulp for air, but then it finally dawned on me what might have just happened as I lifted up my covers and looked down between my legs in wide eyed wonderment. “H…holy fuck,” I hiccupped tossing aside my blanket taking a closer look.
Sure enough the tip of my purplish red bell looked shiny as I ran my finger over it and flinched because it was oddly sensitive, more so than usual after an orgasm. Rubbing my finger and thumb together I smiled because it was obvious I had just cum for the very first time ever. It wasn’t a lot, and I realized I hadn’t actually squirted with it probably having beaded up out of my little slit. Still, for me this was a major development since it meant puberty was probably just around the corner.
Reaching back down, I swiped off my helmet shaped knob wiping my fingers on my leg with it almost immediately disappearing. Shaking my head I couldn’t believe I just ejaculated much less had an orgasm with a soft penis. I’ve never heard of such a thing, having an orgasm with a soft penis, wondering how something like that could even happen. The last thing I recalled was how I had been thinking about Tim while he was fiddling around with his sweatpants covered penis. Just the memory of the boy’s cocklet made me shiver again with the breath catching in my chest. Even my own stumpy twitched excitedly and I had the feeling it probably would have gotten hard for real now if the poor thing wasn’t spent already.
Inhaling deeply I pulled my covers back up and rolled over on to my stomach feeling all cozy and comfortable. I’ve jacked off plenty of times, but this was the first time I got off without being hard and it was by far the best I’ve ever felt after an orgasm as I closed my eyes with the tension and all my worries drifting away. It had been a strange experience, an orgasm with a soft penis, but one I thoroughly enjoyed, now that I thought on it. Moaning in contentment I yawned and before I knew it had drifted off to sleep.
The following day couldn’t go fast enough with the last school bell finally sounding off signaling the start of the weekend. Everyone always looked forward to the end of the week and everyone’s mood seemed to reflect this even though when I stepped outside it was the typical cold and wet weather. Halloween was coming up next weekend, and my mind was on whether or not I would go trick or treating this year since I was twelve years old and almost getting too old for that sort of thing. My thoughts were occupying my attention when I looked up just in time to brace myself against the sudden onslaught of Micah’s warm embrace.
It had come out of nowhere and sort of caught me by surprise with the younger blond boy ignoring the throngs of older kids piling out of the school as he excitedly wrapped me up in his arms. I looked around nervously because kids my age didn’t hug like this anymore, at least not in public, and definitely not with another boy. To my relief other than a few glances everyone seemed to ignore it making me wonder if they were used to seeing Micah do that with his brothers. I stood there awkwardly for a second or two, but the smaller boy’s enthusiasm was infectious and before I knew it the two of us were giggling animatedly as I returned his embrace.
“This is going to be an awesome weekend.” The younger boy chirped wrapping his fingers in mine and practically dragging me towards the house.
Once again I looked around nervously while I held Micah’s soft warm hand in mine, but no one seemed to care as the two of us walked casually home hand in hand ignoring the nasty weather. Micah refused to let go of my hand, and even though at first it made me a little uncomfortable, by the time we got to my house I had to admit I thought it was really sweet of him. There was just something about the younger kid that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t deny he was a very beautiful boy, but the affection I felt towards him wasn’t really sexual. Of course there were plenty of times when I’d bone up for whatever reason around him, but I knew this was just a typical kind of reaction to certain situations. What I felt for him was a little different than what I was beginning to feel towards Tim or his older brother. Even though I was trying to fight the urge, Micah’s two older brothers made my insides tingle in a sexual kind of way.
As we approached my house I paused with Micah stopping and scrunching up his face. “Aren’t you coming?” He asked with me chuckling.
“Dude, I’ve gotta get my stuff. Besides, I need to do some chores around the house so that I don’t look like a total boob. If I get some chores done real quick I won’t have to worry about them over the weekend.” I added with the smaller boy looking a little disappointed for a second before he flashed me the cutest smile.
“Alright, but promise to hurry up. Luv you.” He chirped innocently, his words resonating inside of me before he gave me another quick hug and ran off across the street towards his own house.
The entire incident from his greeting at the school, the walk home hand in hand and now with his impromptu declaration and hug made me grin for a second because of his exuberant nature before I then frowned in thought at how the blond little tyke seemed to have taken to me. Shrugging it off, I hurried into my own house greeting Mrs. Jefferson and giving her a quick spontaneous hug which seemed to surprise her, not to mention me. It had been totally impulsive on my part and the first time I’ve ever showed this sort of affection towards her.
Pulling away and blushing I could tell she appreciated my spontaneous and unorthodox greeting. I suppose hanging around the Miner family and seeing how they were towards one another was beginning to rub off on me. The Jefferson’s weren’t my parents, but they were gentle and affectionate people who deserved to know I appreciated what they were doing for me. I could tell they cared about me and knew they even loved me. Of course it wasn’t like what I had with my own mom, nothing ever would be like that, but I knew they did love me, and it suddenly dawned on me how much this meant.
“Oh my…sweetie…I…um…this is unexpected.” I heard her softly clucking warm heartedly as we separated and she wiped away a stray tear before patting my cheek. “Thank you sweetie, this means so much to me.” She added softly while I nodded somberly.
“I know…it’s just…I…I…,” shaking my head and sighing it was difficult for me to say what I was feeling.
After all I was twelve years old and boys my age simply didn’t do and say these sorts of things. I don’t even know why I was allowing myself to get so emotional, but something happened to me just now outside with Micah. It was as if the smaller boy had taught me the importance of appreciating the moment and the blessings I had in this world. Life totally sucked sometimes, but it was made better by those who were around you who cared and loved you.
I could feel my own eyes welling up as I stepped towards Mrs. Jefferson giving her a proper hug. “I love you Mrs. Jefferson. I…I just want you and Mr. Jefferson to know it. The two of you have been gentle and caring people, and I…I just want you to know this.” I told her sincerely allowing myself to truly open up for the first time in a long while.
This had an unintentional consequence though as I felt my emotions rising up and I began to cry softly in her warm embrace. It was a mixture of sadness over my loss and also a sense of relief knowing I was well cared for and still loved in this world. For a long time now I had worried over what was to become of me since I had no family that I knew of making me distrustful of everything in general. The Jefferson’s had filled the void without any expectations from me. Everything they did since then had always been on my behalf, and I couldn’t ask for anything more, yet they did give me more. They always gave of themselves without asking for anything in return. They opened up their hearts to me, which is more than a foster parent was required to do.
“Oh my.” I heard Mrs. Jefferson cluck softly making me smile despite my sobs because her mannerisms had become all too familiar to me. “Sweetie…it’s alright…just let it all out.” She added soothingly, holding me in her arms and gently rubbing my back tenderly while I let my emotions finally come out all on their own.
We stayed like that for a while longer until I began to calm down and we slowly parted with her smiling and gently wiping my face clean. “Feel better?” She asked while I nodded and barked out a quick nervous laugh of relief.
“Yeah, thanks Aunt Kate,” I replied seeing her face lighting up at my newest spontaneous reaction and endearing reference.
For some reason it no longer felt right to refer to her and her husband as Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson. They had now officially become more to me and this deserved to be recognized somehow. I hadn’t intended to do this, but it had simply come out of nowhere just like my hug and letting Aunt Kate know I loved her. Her husband always referred to her as Katherine, but somehow it didn’t sound right and Aunt Kate rolled smoothly off the tongue. Besides, her husband’s name was Nathan so it would only be right to refer to him as Uncle Nate. Smiling, my mind flashed through these thoughts like lightning as I rolled the names Uncle Nate and Aunt Kate around inside my head.
“Well now, aren’t we just full of surprises today?” Aunt Kate smiled softly while I shrugged my shoulders a little self conscious now.
“Yeah, well you and Uncle Nate feel like family now.” I smiled nervously trying to explain. “It just doesn’t seem right to constantly call you Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson; especially since you treat me more like family. I…I hope you don’t mind?” I added.
“No of course not sweetie and we are honored you feel like this is truly your home now. We want you to know we will always be here for you. For as long as you need us. Nathan and I have been talking to Family Services and have let them know we want to become your permanent foster parents and no longer be listed as being temporary. That is if you also approve.” She stated softly looking a little worried about my response.
“You really mean it?” I asked a little surprised because this could mean I’d have a permanent place to stay and I wouldn’t have to be worried about suddenly being carted away for whatever reason.
“If you will have us.” She emphasized with me nodding.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.” I replied feeling all warm and fuzzy when she gave me another quick hug.
“Good, then it’s settled, but aren’t you supposed to be somewhere today?” She asked reminding me of the sleepover.
“Yeah, I just need to grab some of my stuff and I wanted to get some of my chores done so I don’t have to worry about them later. Besides, I also wanted to take a quick shower before I head over. There are three boys over there after all and who knows if they will have any hot water left over.” I chuckled with Aunt Kate belting out a huge laughter nodding as if she understood.
“Well, try competing with like three older sisters.” She continued to laugh. “Back in those days all four of us girls were crammed into one small bedroom and the entire family only had the one bathroom. The four of us would constantly fight over hot water.” She seemed to laugh fondly at the memories before sighing. “It’s only the two of us left now.” She added somberly. “Despite it all, being together with all four of my sisters in a tiny home is still some of my fondest memories.” She sighed sadly shaking her head as I realized this was the first time she’s ever talked about her own family and childhood.
She seemed to notice and waved off her nostalgic memories. “Anyway, I better let you get to it so I don’t waste any more of your fun time. Go on now, do what you must and then hurry off to your friends.” She gave me a gentle loving pat on the cheek prompting me off to get things done.
A short while later with my little small daypack in hand I walked across the way ringing the doorbell on the Miner’s house. Chase opened up the door and smiled waving me in. I could hear what sounded like a healthy discussion going on upstairs and glanced over at the older boy who rolled his eyes and shrugged indicating it wasn’t anything major.
“It’s just Tim insisting Micah should head over to the skate park and take his slot in the competition.” He explained with my eyebrows furling questioningly before we made our way up into the two younger brothers’ room.
The eleven year old boy was lying casually on his bed with his leg propped up on a pillow having a healthy discussion with his little brother. “What’s the big deal Micah,” The older of the two asked. “You are just as good as the others if not better, and if you wouldn’t have backed out at the last minute you’d be competing anyway. Mom and dad signed the waivers and everything for you already and I called up to see if it would still be alright. The promoters said since the papers were already signed and the fees paid, it wouldn’t be a problem for you to compete in my slot.” Tim was pointing out.
For whatever reason it was obvious Micah was kind of hesitant about the skateboarding competition so was looking for excuses. “Yeah, but what about the sleepover and Allen.”
“Geeze Micah, he isn’t going anywhere and you guys will only be gone a couple of hours.” Tim asserted.
“Yeah, but it isn’t just today, there’s more tomorrow and Sunday.” The younger boy complained.
“Well, you only have to be there for your time slot and age group. Besides, it’ll give me the excuse to go and watch. I really want you to do this for me since I can’t compete myself. You know how much I’m bummed out about it. Honest Micah, you are really sic on the board and deserve props. Just because you haven’t been boarding as long as some of the others doesn’t mean you aren’t as good. I see you all the time and I know you are better than most of those other kids your age. Please Micah, for me.” He begged.
“I don’t know Tim. I mean, what about your leg. Mom and dad won’t let you go tomorrow; especially, since they won’t be home to take you and we can’t leave you all alone today either. Mom and dad will get mad about that. Mom even waited to leave until we got home.” He sighed still not sure with Tim shrugging his shoulders.
“My leg’s not all that bad and I’m already walking around some. It’ll be even better tomorrow. Don’t worry; I’ll work it out with mom and dad. Besides, I won’t be alone today because Allen is here so don’t be such a worry wart, but you and Chase have to get going already if you want to get there in time to sign up.” Tim insisted.
The back and forth went on for another minute or two and I could tell Tim wasn’t going to let it go because for some reason it seemed really important to him. When my name came into the conversation for the second time I finally spoke up and told Micah it would be alright and that I’d take good care of Tim while they were gone. I could tell the little bugger really didn’t want to go and it started to become obvious it wasn’t just about being a little nervous with competing.
Evidently the little blond imp also didn’t want to miss out on any time with the sleepover. It wasn’t until Tim told his little brother he wouldn’t miss out on hardly anything since we’d all be up late watching movies and eating snacks not to mention that I’d be snuggling up in Micah’s bed tonight. I don’t know how those sleeping arrangements came about, but it seemed to satisfy the younger boy who immediately pounced on me with a big hug making me chuckle and ruffle his hair.
“So, now that we’ve got the sleeping arrangements all settled are we going or what?” Chase asked having remained out of it and letting his two younger brothers hash it out.
“Oh alright, but only because you are being such a dork about it Tim. I’m not really sure about me being as good as you think, but I’ll try to do good. After all you’ve spent a lot of time teaching me all of these neat tricks and stuff.” Micah sighed with Chase motioning for him to grab his stuff real quick and to get changed.
Once again Micah didn’t appear bothered when he slipped out of the pants he was wearing leaving him jiggling around cutely in his underwear. I couldn’t help myself and scrutinized his beautiful pale skin and sleek but strong looking legs, my eyes automatically drifting to his crotch. He was wearing one of those cartooned bikini style underwear that kept his little boy packet firmly in place. I had to admit for a ten year old boy he had a decent sized bulge down there as I continued to stare at it until he pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans.
The smaller boy grabbed his DC skateboarding shoes sliding them onto his feet before shoving his helmet and protective pads into a bag. Snatching up his board he hesitated a moment before running over towards Tim and giving his brother a quick hug and kiss on the lips. I was starting to get used to seeing the brothers show their affection towards one another, but it still amazed me at how open they were about it. Without pausing Micah swiftly ran over and gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek making me blush, but oddly enough enjoying the display of affection.
“Good luck.” I whispered returning Micah’s embrace, and after his kiss ruffling his hair affectionately.
Chase smiled and winked at me grabbing his little brother’s hand and leaving me alone with Tim who seemed to sigh as he leaned back against his pillows. “Well if nothing else at least I got him to finally have enough confidence in himself to compete.” He chuckled motioning for me to join him on the bed scooting over slightly making more room.
“Do you think he’s that good?” I asked curiously sliding next to Tim careful not to bump his propped up leg.
“You bet. I mean he’s only been learning tricks for a year, but he’s sick and totally ill on the board and definitely no poser that’s for sure. Lately, he’s been even nailing the ‘technicals’ on a course so he’ll hold his own that much I’m sure of.” The adorably charming boy nodded his head as I gazed down into his serious face.
My heart skipped a beat or two because he really was too cute as our shoulders, legs, and hips rubbed together innocently. I could feel my little todger begin to stir between my legs and noticed Tim seemed to have popped a stiffie with his fingers idly fiddled around with it. I had to swallow and rip my gaze away from his rigid stump which looked to be slightly over two inches long. Once more I thought it kind of small for a boy his age, but then again it really didn’t mean much since he was just now turning eleven. Mine wasn’t all that big either, well at least when it was soft. From what I could tell though, my erection was bigger than his.
The other boy was wrapped up in his own thoughts as I studied his features and sighed because I was starting to fall hard for my new friend. He was so damn cute and way out of my league, even if the other boy was younger and not into that sort of thing. From some of the teasing comments Chase had made over the last several days towards his brother while I was around, there were all sorts of skirts already chasing after the puckish little guy. Of course I could tell it was kind of embarrassing for Tim and he didn’t want to talk about it, but hey, he was just now turning eleven and most boys his age were kind of timid when it came to girls. I sure had been, but even more so considering it was about the time I began to discover I rather preferred boys over girls in that sort of way.
Without realizing it I had draped my arm casually over Tim’s shoulders when he had leaned into me and I now studied his charming features closely for the first time. The boy had a small round boyish full face with a round chin, soft angles, and cheeks that showed prominently when he smiled. There was a light dusting of freckles over the bridge of his small button like nose spreading outwards to the inner creases of his cheek bones. Other than the faint dusting of freckles his complexion was spotless on his slightly brown tinged face.
The coloration of his skin was 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. He had dark natural blonde hair a shade similar to mine and was like the color of almond crème with a long beachy style look. His shaggy style incorporated long bangs, lots of texture, and a razored like feel all around the ears and neck. The cut was somewhere between short and long and I felt it was a great choice for him since it combined style with low maintenance. The layers and texture in the tips kept the weight on his head light and styling the side parted look with deep fringes looked like a breeze for a kid his age. His sparse eyebrows were the same shade as his hair and arched lazily over his big round eyes like snow drifts formed by slight breezes on a wintry cold night.
Unlike his brothers, who both had blue eyes, his were hazel that appeared to glow reminding me of crystallized copper. I loved his eyes because they danced around lively; especially, when he smiled. He had a small mouth, but a big smile with pinkish brown lips which curled into a slow upward slope creating two small dimples at the corners of his lips and large crescent moon like furrow lines along the edges of his prominent cheek bones.
“You smell nice.” I heard Tim whisper and inhaling deeply bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?”
“You smell…I don’t know,” Tim shrugged. “Um…clean, like you just took a shower and something else.” The smaller brown haired boy stated as he frowned and leaned in a little to take another sniff. It was kind of weird and funny all at the same time because no one’s ever smelled me before and I began to chuckle because the funny part won out.
“What are you doing dork?” I scoffed with Tim glancing at me and giggling.
“I can’t help it…did you like put cologne on or something…you know…just for me.” He giggled before adding, “I’m kind of flattered.” He teased batting his eyebrows with emphasis while we both stared at each other for a second before barking out laughing because it was too silly.
Shaking my head I let my chuckles die down. “Gawd, you’re such a dweeb.” I giggled not in a demeaning way, but a sort of endearing manner because Tim just made me always feel good inside as I gave my arms a quick tug in one of those friendly kinds of hugs. “No, it’s not cologne. I put on some of that body spray stuff after I took a shower and before coming over.” I explained.
“Oh…well it smells kind of nice. I feel all grimy and scummy, and I bet I smell too.” He pouted shaking his head. “I haven’t taken a shower for a couple of days… not since before I went in for surgery.” He complained.
“Well I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, I kind of like how you smell…you know…all boy.” I busted up laughing hearing him giggling along with his eyes gazing up into my face and his lips spread open so damn cutely in that big straight kind of smile.
“So, what is a boy supposed to smell like?” He asked sticking his tongue out at me like he was taunting me to come up with an answer because who could describe something so delicious.
“Hmmmm, I recall seeing a movie once where a dog was sort of speaking…you know to like the audience and stuff. Well according to the dog a boy smells like freshly baked cookies and dirt…all boy.” I teased with the two of us busting up laughing while he shook his head.
“Gawd, who’s the dork now.” Tim teased unwinding from my arm and with his face wincing slightly, let out a small grunt of pain before sitting up while I watched him peeling out of his shirt.
Sitting up next to him, my eyes widened slightly when the boy began to tug off his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked curiously feeling something begin to squirm around between my legs because Tim had a sexy looking torso.
The smaller boy glanced over, flashing me the cutest smile that made my heart skip several beats because he was just too damn fucking adorably alluring. I really was falling for him in more than us just being friends. He was so damn sexy hot as my eyes took in the smooth curvature of his back with the sight of the little bony bumps along his spine making my own tingle. I wanted to reach out and run my hands over his creamy smooth skin, and…and…I paused in thought wondering what exactly I wanted to do and blushed realizing it had a lot to do with naughty things as I tried to shove those ideas out of my mind. I began to feel guilty about the way I was feeling knowing it wasn’t fair to Tim at how I was molesting him with my eyes so tried to focus on what Tim was saying.
“Um…well…I’m feeling really scummy so I figured maybe I could get my hair washed. It just feels kind of…blah.” He stated grinning while I giggled at his choice of words. “You know how it is after you don’t wash for a few days. Anyway, mom was going to do it later on when she got home.” He sighed pointing towards a couple of large plastic tubby like things before reaching for one of the medicine bottles sitting on his table.
My eyes flittered towards the plastic rectangular like containers realizing they where the type you would do small things like wash one or two clothing items out or some dishes. Dimension wise they appeared to be about the same size as a kitchen sink maybe a little bigger as my eyes flittered back towards the boy noticing him reading the label on the medicine bottle before he opened the top shaking out two small white round pills. Reaching for a glass of water he popped the pills in his mouth and scrunched up his face before taking a swallow of water trying to down the medication while he shuddered. His entire face puckered up as if the pills tasted nasty making me grin knowingly because I hated taking medicine too when I was sick.
The smaller boy’s whole body shook again with his features getting that sickly kind of look. “Yuk, that’s nasty.” Tim moaned his whole face all scrunched up as he leaned over putting away the bottle of pills and glass of water before straightening back up and turning towards me. “Maybe…uh…you could help instead…you know…with my hair?” He asked hopefully his features turning soft and sweet, the look on his face making my heart melt because who could resist something so damn cute.
It didn’t sound like anything too difficult so I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure buddy, no problem. What do you need me to do?” I asked seeing Tim’s face brighten up which made me feel really good about myself.
It’s strange how something so simple could make someone so happy. For Tim it was me offering to help him out and for me it was the simple fact at how me offering to help seemed to light him up. It made me want to please him in whatever little ways I could and it suddenly occurred to me how the relationship had forever more shifted for me. We of course were friends, but it most assuredly was totally different for me. I was gay and always knew this could happen where I might fall for a guy who was my friend.
Of course being gay didn’t mean I’d fall for every boy at the drop of a hat. I mean…sure…I had similar kinds of feelings towards boys like other guys my age had towards girls where they would lust after them sexually. I got those naughty kinds of thoughts for other boys all the time, but just as with guys who were into girls there would always be that one person who came along where things were different and who made my heart go pitter patter in a more meaningful kind of way. This is what I was now experiencing with Tim and I wanted to struggle against the feelings I was having for the other boy, but deep down I knew it was useless. In many ways it confused me, but I also knew that’s just how things were.
All I could do was try to hide my true feelings so I wouldn’t risk being discovered. It wasn’t fair, but I valued my friendship with the Miner brothers and didn’t want to screw things up like at my other school with my other so called friends. I hoped the brothers weren’t like that, but from experience I knew it wasn’t worth the risk because it’s just the way things were these days. I couldn’t help the way I felt and it hurt not being able to be myself, but I was in a good place lately in how things have worked out. I didn’t need any more drama in my life. Not now when things were somewhat normal. I still missed my mom and I cried sometimes when I was alone in bed at night, but things were slowly getting a little better for me; especially, ever since the Miner brothers became my friends.
“Cool,” I heard Tim’s soft voice rousing me from my thoughts noticing he was pointing towards the general direction of the two plastic bins. “Anyway, grab the small table leaning against the wall and set it up in front of me. Then take the two bins and fill them up with warm water. You probably need to do that in the shower tub because I don’t think they’ll fit under the sink. I’ll also need the shampoo, a rag, and a towel…oh…and also bring a cup or something.” He instructed while I got up and carried the small table over unfolding the legs.
Setting the table in front of the boy, it then took me a couple of trips to fill the bins up about halfway along with bringing over the other things. Tim draped the towel across his back and over his shoulders before testing the water with his fingers. Glancing over at me he smiled appreciatively before leaning over the bin in front of him trying to dunk his head inside which was kind of awkward for him because of the angle.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I smiled reaching out and grabbing up the small cup I had found sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
The smaller boy looked up and smiled appreciatively while I scooped up some of the warm water in the cup and gently pushed his head over the plastic bin before slowly pouring it over his hair. I adjusted his head slightly so the water dripped back into the container and not all over place. Scooping up some more water I poured it over his head while running my fingers through his damp hair making sure to get it good and wet. I did this several times before reaching over for his shampoo. Flipping open the top I poured some into my hand with Tim’s soft brown eyes glancing up into mine with a look of tender appreciation because of what I was doing for him.
Those soft doe like eyes were really beautiful and danced around lively in his cute face. I grinned back at him before motioning for him to duck his head back into place. Slowly, I began to lather the soapy substance into his hair allowing my fingers to gently massage his scalp. I quivered because in a way this was kind of sensuous and I detected Tim shivering as well making me wonder if he had gotten chilled since he was shirtless.
“Are you cold?” I asked with the smaller boy shaking his head in my hands.
“No, why?” He asked not even bothering to look up and remaining stooped over the small plastic tub.
“Nothing, just wondering is all since you don’t have a shirt on.” I explained rinsing out his hair some before adding more shampoo for a second round since his hair hadn’t lathered up so much the first time.
Running my fingers through his hair with the soap getting all foamy made me shiver again, and closing my eyes I savored the moment. I enjoyed the feel of slick soap and wet hair curling around my fingers. It was almost erotic in a way and I could feel myself getting hard as I began massaging his scalp. Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Tim was staring at my crotch and I blushed realizing a bulge was starting to form due to the beginnings of me popping wood. The embarrassment immediately deflated things averting a sure disaster of epic proportions. That’s all I would need is to pop an erection right in front of Tim’s nose because he’d surely figure things out.
“Um…how’s that feel?” I asked trying to divert his attention from my near embarrassing situation.
With his hair all foamed up the smaller boy lifted his head slightly and smiled. “It feels totally awesome; especially, the way you scrub my scalp. Thanks Allen for doing this. It’s weird how clean hair sort of makes things feel way better.” He sighed appreciatively while I gently pushed his head back into place pouring some of the soapy water from the first bin over his head several times getting most of the suds out.
“Hold on for a second. Let me switch over to the other water that isn’t all soapy.” I instructed wrapping the towel around his hair to prevent it from dripping before quickly switching the containers.
Flipping the towel off his head and draping it back over his shoulders I began to rinse out his hair the rest of the way with the clean water. His wet hair began to squeak in my fingers indicating it was clean. Grabbing up his towel I wrapped it around his hair and rubbed it around gently for a few seconds getting the drying process started before letting him finish it up on his own. While he continued to run the dry towel over his soggy hair I eased the table slightly off to the side so he wouldn’t bump into it accidentally.
“My comb is by the small end table.” He instructed with me automatically reaching over to grab it for him and handing it over.
Tim began to comb his hair while sitting on the bed, but I could tell he wasn’t so sure about how it was turning out since he wasn’t in front of the mirror. Smiling I reached for it and he handed it over while I sat down next to him. He eased his body towards me while I began to comb his still damp hair. Between the quick toweling and the warm air it was beginning to dry, but it was still moist enough to make combing his hair easy as I focused on the task parting it on the left side the way he normally had it. Finishing up I gave him one final perusal before nodding my head in satisfaction.
“There, all done.” I smiled setting aside the comb seeing him grinning back at me approvingly before wincing when he shifted slightly.
“Are you alright?” I asked getting up and helping him with his legs when he began to lie back down.
“Yeah, it’s all good. My leg gets a little stiff and when I move too fast it just feels like it gets tweaked or something. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed with sweat having beaded up along his brow.
Grabbing the rag I dunked it in the still warm mostly clean water of the one bin wringing it out before taking a seat on the bed next to the boy and softly wiping his brow. I used to do the same thing for my mom when she had gotten sick and it always seemed to make her feel better as I began to wash off his face as well. Tim closed his eyes while I ran the soft damp rag over his features and lifting it away from his face the younger boy opened them back up and smiled.
“That feels really nice.” He sighed watching while I reached over to dunk the rag into the warm water again and wringing it out.
Turning my attention back to him I smiled knowingly having done this for my mom. I used to wash her face, hands, and arms and knew that in some small way it seemed to help. I reached over for his far hand and without asking began to clean his fingers before running it up and down his arm. The younger boy didn’t seem to mind and shifted some so I could reach him better. He flinched slightly and giggled when I got to his arm pit indicating he was a bit on the ticklish side. The thought of actually pouncing on the younger boy and tickling him all over flickered in my thoughts for a split second, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea considering his recent leg surgery. Rinsing out the rag I did the same for the arm closest to me, pausing a few moments to admire his small soft hand and fingers. I hadn’t realized before just how petite his hands were as I placed mine against his with both of us giggling at how little it was compared to me.
At this point I normally stopped with my mom, but since Tim was shirtless I rinsed out my rag once more and began to wipe the rest of him clean starting up by his neck. Once more he giggled and squirmed around slightly while scrunching up his neck because it tickled a little before setting down when I began to run the rag across his chest. Rinsing out the hand towel once more I continued with his chest running both the rag and my other hand across his smooth skin. I loved the way his skin felt beneath my hand as I worked them along his sides and across his stomach. It was then I noticed he had popped a stiffie with his penis pointing straight up creating a two plus inch sized tent-age in his flimsy sweatpants.
Tim must have realized I was gawking at it because I had stopped running my hand and rag over his body. I was motionless for several long moments because he seemed to stir slightly and I heard his soft voice abruptly bringing me out of my stupor.
“Um…oh…uh…sorry about that, but it just sort of happens…you know.” His voice penetrated my frozen state as I glanced up into his soft glittering coppery brown eyes and began to blush totally mortified at having been busted gawking at his erection.
Trying to hide my shame at having stared at him like that I shrugged my shoulders. “Um…yeah…it’s alright.” I managed to get out with my voice quivering slightly, embarrassing me even more.
Of course he popped a stiffie, anyone would have considering the situation, but oddly enough he didn’t seem bothered by it. I suppose it wasn’t a big deal for him because of having brothers who had probably seen him getting an erection a time or two. Besides, since he wasn’t gay there wasn’t anything to be ashamed about because most anyone would have floated a steel boat under these circumstances. My own steam ship I was currently experiencing though was because of seeing Tim in this compromising situation making the gay part of me lust after the cute sandy haired boy.
“I can’t help it; especially, lately.” Tim sighed trying to explain. “I mean it seems like the damn thing has a mind of its own and of course Chase is always teasing me about it. Not that I haven’t seen him get his own fair share of them.” He chuckled reaching down and wrapping his finger and thumb around his stiff stump giving the small cloth covered pecker a waggle or two making me gasp in surprise with my throat constricting as I gulped trying not to pop my own cork because that was just too fucking sexy hot.
“How about you?” I heard his voice penetrating my foggy state.
“Huh?” I responded totally confused my eyes blinking rapidly while I tore my gaze from his sexy hot stiff wick and glanced into his eyes.
“You know…your dickie getting hard.” The cute boy asked in a boyish innocent kind of way as if this type of conversation wasn’t even a big deal. “Does yours seem to do that too…you know…almost as if it has a mind of its own. I mean it isn’t so bad when it happens around my brothers and stuff, or even if I’m just hanging out with some of my friends since it seems to happen to them too sometimes, but when it happens like around my mom, other adults, or kids I don’t really know it is kind of embarrassing. How about you?” He added looking at me and waiting for a response.
“Oh…um…yeah…I guess. I mean…you know in both cases.” I managed to get out surprised at my admission while being thankful my voice hadn’t cracked or something because I was too damn nervous at the moment with even talking about something so personal much less seeing him all boned up in front of me.
Sure he had his sweatpants on, but he didn’t even appear concerned about me seeing him all boned up as he continued to finger himself without a care in the world that I was right there watching him. “Anyway, do you think you can do my feet and legs too?” Tim asked not even waiting for an answer before carefully lifting up his hips and sliding his sweatpants down part of the way exposing his tented underwear.
“Oh gawd,” I croaked ever so softly.
“What?” Tim asked as I tore my gaze away from the stiff flange like protrusion in his tight fitting white boy’s briefs and looked up into his face that was all furled up and wincing slightly from the pain.
“Oh…um nothing.” I managed to get out. “Geeze, hold on a second Tim before you hurt yourself.” I admonished not so sure him trying to take of his sweatpants was such a good idea.
“Help me out.” He asked as if it wasn’t such a big deal with him sporting an erection inside his boy’s briefs while getting practically naked in front of me.
Sighing, I reached over and gently tugged his sweatpants down being extremely careful of his bandaged up leg. I could see the brown colored gauze wrapped up snuggly around the upper part of his thighs right below the crease of his leg and groin. I knew the surgery had been on his inner thigh up really high close to his crotch and couldn’t help it when my eyes constantly flittered up towards that distension he was creating in his underwear. Tearing my gaze away from the most sensuous sight of my life I began to tug off his socks smiling because like his hands he had the cutest tootsies.
Reaching for the rag I once again rinsed it out and began to wash off his foot. Tim giggled and squirmed about a bit because it tickled a little, but then began to settle down getting used to it. Like with his fingers I cleaned each of his toes getting in-between them and when I glanced up noticed he had his eyes closed with his chest rising and lowering in a steady even rhythm indicating he was totally relaxed. Of course his pecker was still stiff as a nail with my own penis suddenly having a spastic like fit between my legs. Inhaling deeply I tried to get myself back under control and focused on his toes, feet, and ankle before running the rag up over his calf, knee and finally thigh unable to resist glancing at the stiff stump which seemed to twitch around slightly beneath the white fabric of his briefs due to the closeness of my dispensation. I stopped my upwards trajectory just below the gauze bandage before rinsing out the rag and turning my attention to his other leg.
Starting with his toes the boy didn’t even squirm this time, but sighed happily as I tenderly washed his feet. I was really enjoying washing him down like this and I was totally fascinated with his petite toes and little feet. They were cute as I held his left one in my left hand while washing it clean with the rag in my right one.
“You’ve got really nice feet.” I whispered softly noticing the boy move around and lift his head to look down at them.
“You really think so?” He challenged with me grinning back and nodding my head.
“Yeah, they are really…um…petite and look kind of adorable on you.” I admitted to him and blushing thinking it sounded kind of dorky. “I know kind of a weird thing to say but…,” I shrugged my shoulders feeling a little embarrassed about having said anything.
“Nah, not really. I actually think it is kind of nice for you to say. That’s what I like about you. I mean you seem to notice the things others don’t. I like that.” He sighed closing his eyes while settling back down against the pillow with his boner still intact and creating a tent in his underwear completely forgotten by the younger boy as he relaxed.
Once again I began to work my way up his leg pausing for a second indecisively because unlike his other leg this one wasn’t bandaged up. Biting my lower lip nervously, I carefully worked my way closer towards the upper part of his inner thigh and the crease between his leg and groin. I felt the back of my fingers brushing up against something soft realizing I had bumped up against his small ball sack. I gasped because I could feel and see something shift realizing it must be his testicle squirming around from the contact. Even the top part of his pecker lurched as I quickly glanced over at the boy’s features thinking he might be upset at me for having brushed up against his privates. To my surprise he hadn’t even moved, but he did have a cute expression on his features. The younger boy seemed completely relaxed despite his obvious erection and from all appearances was enjoying my tender administrations. He looked to be in a peaceful state and I almost regretted rousing him out of it.
“Um…all done.” I sighed leaning over to rinse out the rag for one last time.
“Huh?” I heard Tim respond while yawning, and then stretching his arms and body making me gulp and swallow dryly because it was just so damn fucking sexy hot watching his hard penis pressing up against his underwear as the boy looked down at himself.
“Um…you missed a spot.” He giggled a bit naughtily.
“What…you want me to…no way.” I managed to squeak out while the sandy haired boy shrugged his shoulders before taking the rag out of my hand.
“Too bad, it could have been fun.” The almost eleven year old boy commented so softly I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly while I nearly choked from his suggestive remark.
The statement made my cheeks burn and flush accompanied by a searing like heat rising throughout my body. I felt my stiff erection that was being squashed in my tight crotch fitting jeans suddenly lurch while my testicles contracted. My body stiffened up and a tingling sensation coursed through my insides in what I could only describe as a miniature like orgasm. I tried to beat it back before it became a full blown one puzzled at how oddly my body was behaving lately. Last night it was an orgasm with a penis that was totally flaccid and today an orgasm without even having ever touched my penis.
This was totally perplexing while I continued to gawk at Tim and what he was doing. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I prevented myself from making a total ass out of myself with the euphoric like sensation from my orgasm slowly beginning to dissipate. Thank goodness I wasn’t squirting much of anything yet, but I did detect a small dampness along the tip of my sleek knob as I sighed and shuddered one last time beating back the orgasmic threat of epic proportions. My eyes were now riveted on the source of my woes with Tim having pulled down the front of his underwear tucking it under his rounded pucker of purse skin exposing his soft rounded scrotum and erection.
My mouth opened and closed several more times, but I was completely frozen in place watching while the younger boy, who didn’t even seem to notice I was there and gawking at him, ran the damp rag over his two and a quarter inch little stiff bobber getting it good and clean. He then tugged the gummy band of his underwear downwards before dipping the rag along either side of his small smooth ball sack. Next, he spread the damp cloth over his soft fleshy kit giving it a good squeeze. Just beneath the edge of the rag I could see his small hazelnut sized testicle puffing outward against the silky soft membrane creating a small oval fleshy like shape when they got squeezed. Lifting up the rag he now ran it over his pale porcelain like pubic mound. It was completely hairless with faint blue like tributaries just beneath the smooth pasty like surface, but the fact he was hairless didn’t surprise me much considering his age. After all, I was over a year older than him and still pretty much hairless too.
“What the…geeze,” I managed to get out with a small croak and rasping sound in my chest noticing Tim glancing at me before looking back towards his erection.
The younger boy seemed to blush for the first time and to my surprise not because of being naked in front of me. Rather it was for something entirely different as he grabbed his little gherkin with his finger and thumb giving it a good inspection. It began to shrivel up and go completely limp now that he was becoming a little self conscious about it. His thumb and finger slid up and down his rapidly shortening length making me shiver excitedly once more until it became totally soft poking out like a little button from his pubic mound. He continued to fiddle around with his little diddle, but now instead of stroking it he was sort of pinching it between his finger and thumb and giggled when it fattened up because of squishing it around. I was forced to beat back another impending orgasm which was making me all flush in the face as I gawked at the younger boy’s now completely flaccid penis. Tim manipulated the soft fleshy two inch dinger making it wriggle around a bit comically in the younger boy’s small fingers.
“I know…kind of puny, huh?” He indicated rolling his shoulders a bit embarrassed by his size. “Chase tells me it’ll get bigger once puberty starts, but still, I’m even smaller than Micah. What do you think…kind of puny, huh?” He repeated making me swallow while my eyes flared open wide watching him manipulate his rubbery button and even giving it a firm squeeze.
This had become totally awkward now for me despite it being kind of sexy hot at the same time, but it also made me feel a bit bad because when he had caught me gawking at him he figured it was because I thought he was really tiny down there. I mean, sure he was small both when he was hard and soft, but still I felt bad because it seemed to upset him some. He had been perfectly happy with the way he looked and not even concerned over his nakedness until he saw me staring at him and thinking it was because he was small down there. I didn’t want him to feel bad about the way he looked; besides, I thought he was sexy hot and my impromptu mini-orgasm proved it.
“I…I…uh…,” I began to stutter not so sure of what to say with Tim looking at me a bit disappointed before gazing back down at his little soft worm and sighing.
“Yeah, like I thought.” He shrugged. “Puny.” He added.
“What…no…I mean, yeah maybe a little. I mean, honestly, mine really isn’t much different, you know when it is soft like that. Besides…um…that’s not why I was…uh…you know…looking…I mean…what I was surprised about.” I managed to wriggle my way through it with an idea suddenly popping into my mind that might just be able to ‘save face’ for both of us.
The smaller boy stared at me scrunching up his face in thought before looking down at his little soft button he was now flicking with his finger tip before looking back up into my face. “I don’t understand. You don’t think it is puny?” He asked with me shrugging my shoulders.
“Well like Chase said it will get bigger at some point, mine’s not so different when it’s soft like yours, and I’m older. I mean, I guess mine is probably a little thicker, but length wise not much longer.” I explained and blushing because I couldn’t believe I was actually sharing with another boy the size of my penis and comparing things in the whole basement department.
“Oh, alright, then if it wasn’t my size what was it then?” He asked curiously as he lifted up his hips wanting to pull off his underwear making me frown. “Um…help me out of these dirty ones and could you fish out a clean pair for me?” He asked with me reaching over and carefully removing them from his legs before dropping them next to his bed.
Getting up was going to be kind of awkward, but thankfully Tim had settled back against his pillow closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. I took the opportunity to quickly stand up and with his eyes still closed I reached down and adjusted my own stiff sausage that created a bulge in my tight jeans into a position that wasn’t as noticeable before walking over to one of the dresser drawers and pausing.
“The top drawer on the left side,” I heard him instructing as I grabbed another pair of clean white boys briefs quickly making my way back and helping him slip into the new fresh ones sighing in relief because he was now covered back up and no longer naked in front of me.
Of course I loved seeing him naked and thought he was scrumptious down there, but seeing him like that was definitely having an affect on me. Seeing him all boned up, flaccid, and plain naked had me experiencing all sorts of hot flashes making me wonder if this is what it was like for women going through menopause. The sickening thought of a woman, menopause, and blood finally managed to get my own penis to soften up, which in truth made it a lot more comfortable in my jeans which tended to fit me snuggly around the crotch area.
“So?” I heard Tim’s soft voice, with him looking a lot better now that he was all cleaned up and changed into a fresh pair of underwear.
“Huh?” I asked a bit confused.
“You know…if it wasn’t my size, what was it then that had your face all beet red and pinched up in a bunch.” He chuckled once more seeming at ease with his own body and not concerned about being in nothing but his underwear.
“Oh…um…well…geeze…it’s kind of embarrassing.” I added feeling my face blush while he shook his head and grinned.
“Gawd for real Allen,” he chuckled. “We are both guys…I mean I just got naked in front of you so what’s the big deal. You act as if you’ve never seen another naked boy before.” He tittered impishly while I blushed and he suddenly got really quiet for a second.
“Oh…I…um…,” he began, scrunching his eyebrows in thought. “Really Allen…I mean…you’ve never seen another boy naked before?” He asked in disbelief while I shrugged my shoulders a bit embarrassed now.
Shaking my head I felt my cheeks flushing red. “Well…um…no…not really. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got brothers and stuff…so no…I mean other than like the other day. You know…like with Micah. I mean…um…sometimes I might see someone by accident and real quick like, nothing really as in naked-naked though. You know…the quick flash of seeing someone’s stuff here or there like what happened the other day with Micah and all…but…uh…even then still different. I mean, to be honest, Micah was the first boy I’ve ever seen…um…like that…you know as in…really clearly…that is until just now with you. Uh…actually, you are the first boy I’ve really sort of seen, you know close and personal like.” I admitted feeling totally mortified about the way this conversation was going with me stumbling over my own thick tongue trying to explain.
“Oh…um…I didn’t know.” Tim replied softly as we both fell silent for a couple of seconds before I heard him suddenly bust out laughing his ass off while I scrunched up my face unable to resist my own grin even though I didn’t know what was so funny.
“What?” I asked curiously seeing him look over at me and then bust up laughing his ass off again and shaking his head while I waited for him to calm down.
He finally sighed still shaking his head. “Shit dude, I can’t believe I’m the first boy you’ve actually really seen…that is other than Micah…and too bad for you because it’s not like I’ve got a lot to brag about. Now Micah…well…he’s got a nice one, huh?” He asked once more not realizing how weird such an observation and comment was to a guy like myself, or that matter probably most any other boy, but still, I had to admit there was no longer that typical lingering awkwardness about the whole nudity thing now between the two of us.
“I…um…,” I stuttered scrunching up my face because what does a guy say to something like that so I just shrugged my shoulder with Tim’s eyes suddenly bugging out.
“Oh…oh…I get it now. You saw Micah naked too and…well…you sort of noticed he was…you know?” He shrugged, and even though it wasn’t so awkward anymore it still got me to blush once again as I began to squirm around because this really was kind of weird while at the same time still making me curious about things.
“Well…um…yeah. I mean, why are you circumcised while he still has his skin? I mean, unless you had to for some medical reason.” I wondered out loud seeing his stupefied look.
“What? Why would I have my skin cut off for medical reasons? I mean, Chase doesn’t have his either. It happened right after we were born.” He added this time making me frown a bit perplexed.
“Why wouldn’t Micah be circumcised like you and Chase?” I wondered out loud because usually in a family that circumcises their kids they do it for all of their boys.
“I don’t know why Micah’s mom didn’t have him circumcised like our parents did with us. I mean, I suppose it is different for everyone. I’m sure most of my friends don’t have their skin either. From what Chase tells me most guys in his gym class are like me…you know…without their skin over their dickies; although, I like the way Micah’s looks on him and wonder what it would be like to have foreskin.” He explained as his words began to sink in with something not quite making sense.
“Wait, you said Micah’s mom…um…what does that mean?” I asked a bit confused.
“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean, everyone around here pretty much knows about it. I guess it is why those older boys were picking on him the other day. Most don’t care though, but I guess there are a couple of kids who tease him about it.” He exhaled softly looking a bit sad yet still not answering my question.
“I…what?” I asked seeing Tim glancing back towards me also a bit perplexed.
“Huh? Oh yeah…right…um…geeze Allen, I hope it doesn’t affect the way you feel about Micah, but um…he’s our foster brother. I mean to me and Chase his is like our real life little brother. We don’t even think of him as our little foster brother anymore, but actually more like a part of our family for real. He even calls my parents ‘mom and dad,’ and they are just that to him. We are a family, all five of us for real. My parents are even planning on adopting him to make it all official, but like with everything in an adult’s life these things take time.” He sighed biting his lower lip nervously at having revealed that part about Micah.
“Please Allen don’t hate Micah for being a foster kid. I mean he’s like the greatest kid ever. We love him so much and don’t want him to get hurt. He doesn’t deserve that…and…and…well…he’s my little brother and that’s that.” He insisted with me staring at him a bit stunned before managing to gather my composure again.
“Oh…I…um…I didn’t know. I mean…of course not. Micah being a foster kid doesn’t affect how I feel about him. I mean…I…he’s…,” shrugging my shoulders I stared at Tim with tears welling in my eyes because to be truthful I sort of felt that brotherly like connection with the little rascal myself. “Tim, I…I…love him too…you know…like a little brother, but how…um…how…what happened?” I asked with Tim looking at me for a moment as if debating what to say before patting the bed next to me indicating he wanted me to lie down next to him.
Crawling next to Tim and leaning back against the same pillow, the smaller boy sighed and grabbed my arm draping it over his shoulder and cuddling up to me. I had to smile because he was still half naked in nothing but his underwear, but now with it completely flaccid forming only a small little lump between his legs. Still, I thought he was so damn sexily sultry as I listened to him explaining how the smaller boy had suddenly appeared beneath their tree on, of all days, Christmas. We continued to chat while Tim explained how he felt Micah was a gift from Santa because even the boy’s name meant he was a ‘gift from God.’ I thought it was cute of Tim to still believe in such things. Of course the other boy explained he understood Santa wasn’t real in that sense of the word, but he did point out he believed in the idea of Santa being real in other ways, which I thought was kind of insightful on his part as we both fell silent for a while.
“Tim?” I sighed looking down at the younger boy who gazed back up at me.
“Hmmm?” He responded settling his head on my chest before interrupting my own thoughts as he made a comment. “You really do smell nice you know.” He giggled making me chuckle too as I inhaled deeply taking in his scent as well making me get sidetracked and forget what I was going to originally say.
“Well, now that you are all cleaned up you smell nice too Tim. Still like cookies and dirt I think; although, a bit more subtle in that regard.” I teased with the younger boy giggling and giving me a little elbow in the ribs making me flinch.
“Ouch…hey…,” I griped half heartedly with us chuckling as we shoved each other about in a playful way while being careful about his leg.
We continued to chat lightly for a good twenty minutes or so before I got serious again remembering what I was wanting to talk about earlier before I got sidetracked. “Tim, I’ve got a confession to make.” I began, biting my lower lip nervously knowing I was taking a bit of a trusting step with something personal about myself as well.
“Um…alright.” I heard Tim respond knowing he sensed there was something important. “I…uh…we are friends Allen and you can trust me. You can trust all of us…me, Chase, and Micah. You know that right?” He asked with me looking down at him and nodding my head.
“Yeah I know Tim, but sometimes it is hard to talk about some things. There’s a lot about me you guys don’t know, but I trust you guys enough for at least a little something right now. Some things are personal, and maybe I can talk about those too…maybe…but later. Just don’t hate me if I don’t open up all at once Tim. Things were kind of rough for a while there, but it is getting better.” I sighed shaking my head seeing that my comments weren’t making any sense, but appreciating how the other boy was being patient with me as I fell silent.
“It’s alright Allen; I suppose we all have personal things we keep to ourselves. You’re my friend though, Micah’s and Chase’s too. So no matter what you will always be that to us. I can promise you no matter what, we will always be your friend.” He assured me sounding oddly adult like as I furled my eyebrows in thought not completely convinced, but feeling maybe at some point I would be able to trust him and his brothers with my biggest secret.
“It’s just, in some ways I’m like Micah.” I spoke softly with Tim furling his eyebrows.
“You mean…like you’ve got skin over your dickie too?” He asked reverting to a more childlike state while glancing down at my crotch eyeing my goods curiously with my eyes widening in disbelief as I gawked at him before suddenly bursting out laughing and shaking my head because it was just too adorably sweet how innocent yet serious he was about his comment.
Once he realized that wasn’t what I wanted to tell him he retorted teasingly. “What, you don’t have foreskin…that kinda sucks now?” He teased batting his eyes at me all childlike like with us both giggling like a couple of little school girls.
Shaking my head I sighed. “Damn, you are just too much you know. I mean as serious as this is for me you still manage to make it sort of an easy thing. That’s what I really like about you Tim. You are a really great guy and a good friend to have because you make something so difficult a lot easier to deal with.” I giggled some more. “Even though having skin over my ‘dickie’ might be kind of neat, I don’t have one so that isn’t how I’m the same like Micah.” I emphasized the childlike penis word Tim seemed to prefer because I found the way he used was kind of cute before I got serious again. “It’s just…um…well…,” I sighed not feeling so bad now about what I was going to open up to with Tim, but still a bit nervous. “I’m a foster kid too. Like Micah, it wasn’t all too long ago, but with me it happened shortly after Christmas.” I admitted noticing Tim’s eyes welling up as he patted my chest affectionately.
“What…h…how’d it happen?” He asked softly, my own tears welling up now because I’ve never really talked to anyone about it before.
It was kind of a tough thing, but with Tim everything seemed easier to talk about as I began to open up telling him all about my mom. It was sad; especially, towards the end when she had been really sick. I even admitted to him how relieved I was when she finally passed away, not because I wanted her to die, but because I could see how much pain she had to go through. She had fought so hard and I knew this was because of me. In some ways I felt guilty because she had been in a lot of pain.
With tears streaming down my eyes I shook my head. “It’s awful Tim…to want your own mom to die so she isn’t in pain anymore. You have no idea how guilty I feel every day to have wanted such a thing for her, but she was dying and hanging on for all that time and in pain. The doctors said there wasn’t any hope left and it tore me from the inside out. Every day I prayed for her pain to go away, I prayed for her to die. It wasn’t fair.” I began to sob letting it all out.
The younger boy leaned in to me and I could feel his hand patting my arm sympathetically. It took me a second to realize it, but unexpectedly I felt another warm body cuddling up to me. Sniffling, I glanced over realizing it was the youngest of the Miner brothers. The small little blond boy wrapped me up in his arms holding me tightly and not letting go. The mattress moved again and I looked up noticing the tears streaming down the oldest of the Miner brothers as he too leaned in embracing all of us in his strong teenaged arms.
I wasn’t sure how much the other two brothers had heard, but it must have been enough for even Chase to be openly crying the way he was at the moment. It touched me in a tender way because all three of the brothers were comforting me, a boy who had been all but a stranger only a few days ago. I was moved by their heartfelt kindness because deep down they were treating me like a close friend, and feeling a soft kiss on my cheek given to me by none other than the oldest brother, I began to realize that no, not only just like a close friend, but in addition, like a member of their family. They embraced me without any prejudgments and loving open arms as I continued to sob for the loss of my mother, for the hurt and pain of being left behind, for all the taunts and teasing of my so called former friends, and now, for the warm hearted tenderness of others who were in some ways filling the empty void I felt inside.
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End of Pt2. Chapter Three: Allen – A Scent Of Cookies And Dirt
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Four: Allen – A Revealing Evening
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EXCERPT FROM TIM: A SCARY MOMENT
Surprisingly enough my orgasm was fairly controlled as I tried to keep from thrashing around like I usually did allowing the moment to carry me away. It wouldn’t do to wake up Micah much less tear open my surgery cut and having to explain how it happened. I could feel my small giggle berries lurching several more times as the orgasmic like spasms continued to ripple throughout my insides. With one final heave and grunt my body finally relaxed with the vision of Allen’s sweet boyish features swimming in front of my eyes. Damn, the boy was so doggone cute as I exhaled softly realizing what I really wanted would never happen. Still, it didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize and have special feeling for the dreamy twelve year old boy.
Little did I know that just down the street another, slightly older, boy was dealing with similar issues. The stress of the day was finally catching up to me and I felt completely spent with a sensation of well being surrounding me like a warm blanket as my fingers twiddle around idly with my soft little boy penis. Yawning, I reached over covering up my naked body and before I knew it my mind drifted away with the images of Allen insinuating itself into my sweet dreams.
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ALLEN: A SCENT OF COOKIES AND DIRT
After visiting with the Miner brothers for a while I slowly made my way down the street towards the small house I called home; pausing on the sidewalk to gather my thoughts. The place I called home didn’t really belong to me, but it was still a nice place. It’s been a tough year so far and the only bright spot had been the day I stuck up for Micah. Of course I hadn’t known it at the time, but it was the best thing that could have happened to me since I had made the mistake of getting mixed up with the wrong group of kids. The Miner family seemed to be well known and liked by most everyone in the neighborhood, but in the end I suppose I still would have done the same thing even if the smaller boy was hated. It had frightened me to stand up to those other kids the way I had because I was new, but it wasn’t fair for all of those older guys to be picking on a little kid.
Over the last several days I’ve really gotten to know the Miner brothers and liked them even though I didn’t fit in age wise with any of them. Tim was the closest to my age, but was still a year younger and one grade below me. Still there was something about the soon to be eleven year old boy that had captured my attention. There was something about his personality that was infectious. Despite the other boy’s current medical condition he was very outgoing, bright, while also being very personable in a sort of touchy feely kind of way. Most other boys would be laughed at about it, but somehow the soon to be eleven year old boy’s engaging manner managed to make him immune to such things. Besides, it was obvious how even the older boys who had bullied Micah were cautious about Tim, as if they were afraid to get into any kind of clash.
It seemed odd to me considering the eleven year old boy was kind of on the small side, but I could also tell the kid was athletic. From what I’ve been able to gather so far from some of the other kids, Tim was fiercely protective over his little brother and could be a handful if cornered. It was obvious the sandy haired boy didn’t get into a lot of trouble, but from what some of the other kids had told me you also didn’t want to mess with him because even though he was small, the guy was tough as nails and a scrapper.
Tim came off as a sort of contradiction to me, but like with many of the other kids in the neighborhood I was drawn to him. Even his older brother, Chase, was a nice guy for a teenager. Over the last several days I’ve witnessed the tender side in the older boy who wasn’t afraid to show his affection for his two younger brothers. Most teenagers his age would brush off their little brothers, but I’ve noticed he always seemed to make time for them. I could tell the older boy was also popular with his friends in school, and like Tim, he was very athletic in a rounded kind of way being good in many different sports. In my estimation the teen was another guy who you wouldn’t want to mess with even though it was obvious that he too rarely got into any trouble.
Sighing, I had to admit I liked the older teen and at times found myself drooling over the older boy’s body; especially, what was snuggled up between the guy’s legs. There was no doubt the teen was packing something pretty big down there considering the nice sized bulge he was always sporting. To my utter surprise I had gotten a glimpse of Micah that first fateful day when the little guy was sitting on the steps wrapped up in nothing but a towel. I had to admit the smaller boy was cute as the dickens not to mentioned seemed to have the most captivating little boy pecker and balls hanging between his legs. I smiled recalling how from the brief glimpse I had gotten when the small blond boy had inadvertently flashed me that the youngest Miner brother still had his foreskin. Without realizing it at first I heard myself chuckling, recalling how the smaller boy had popped a stiffie today and how his older brother teased him about it.
Right about the same time I had been provided another pleasant surprise when movement had caught my attention and my gaze shifted towards Tim. Somehow, the boy’s thin pair of sweatpants had gotten twisted around his penis. I wasn’t sure if he was sporting an erection or not, but I sort of suspected it was a stiffie just by the way the sandy haired boy was swirling his thumb and finger over his cute little knob. The idea of Tim messing around with his own boner like that made me shiver because it was kind of sexy hot. If it was a boner the boy obviously had a small pecker, but oddly enough it didn’t matter to me because it was still sexy hot. Even the small lump formed by the boy’s little ball sack made me giggle thinking it looked so damn cute on him.
The guy was just turning eleven so of course he wouldn’t have anything all that big down there. Even my soft penis was still kind of puny, but I had to admit on Tim his small size looked studly. Kind of odd to think of a small pecker as being studly, but on Tim it sort of fit. I giggled again, recalling how the fabric of his sweatpants snuggled against his small ball sack. It revealed his little testicles, the two small hazel nut sized mounds creating a couple of small bumps within the folds of the soft cottony fabric. Thank goodness I hadn’t been caught staring or it could have been embarrassing.
Then I suddenly blushed when I recalled how the older brother had seen me naked that very first day. Now that was totally humiliating with the incident having caught me by complete surprise. In a way I was embarrassed because no one’s ever really seen me naked like that and the older boy had gotten an eyeful of my soft little pecker and hairless ball sack. I’m sure he thought I was puny, which was kind of awkward too. I mean at twelve years old I still didn’t have any pubes to speak of either. Other than Micah, I’ve never seen another boy’s penis, and it was kind of disturbing how I noticed that even the ten year old boy had a bigger soft penis than mine. It made me begin to wonder what Tim looked like down there completely naked and if the two older brothers still had their skin like the younger one. I’m sure they did since they were brothers after all.
Shoving all those naughty thoughts aside I glanced around and blushed making sure no one was watching me because suddenly I had popped wood standing here out in the open. It was almost as if my own thoughts were being spoken out loud and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know I was thinking about other boys; especially, not in that sort of way.
Things were bad enough as it was without everyone knowing I was gay. There was a stinging sensation in my eyes and I wiped them away wondering what the Miner brothers would think if they ever found out about me being gay. It just sort of happened about a year ago, right around Halloween as a matter of fact when I had an overwhelming urge to kiss my best friend. Well, I suppose I had always been gay, but it wasn’t until then when I sort of figured it out. It was shortly after that where everything seemed to go wrong because I had stupidly confided about my feelings with my best friend who hadn’t taken it too well; especially, once he figured out how I felt about him.
Being gay wasn’t the only thing that sent my world crumbling down around me, but it had sort of begun there because some kids had found out about it from my friend who let them know. Things were supposed to be easier these days for guys who were gay, but I quickly found out that wasn’t really true. I could have lived with the bullying that had happened soon afterwards, but it was my mother getting sick shortly after Christmas and passing away soon afterwards that had nearly crushed me. She had been a single mom with her never saying who my dad had been so it had nearly devastated me when she died. Everything seemed to have happened all at once, and at times I wondered if being gay had been the cause of it all. There were days when I was sure my mom getting sick with cancer and dying was a punishment for being gay.
The thought had even crossed my mind the day I had made friends with Chase and Micah. Suddenly their other brother came home from the hospital announcing he might have cancer. The news had made me feel sick to my stomach, forcing me to run outside with dry heaves assaulting my small body. I would have run from there, but Mr. Miner had come out just then and the opportunity had been lost. In the end though it seemed to have worked out, but now I was starting to have doubts about being friends with anyone.
The brothers wanted me to sleep over for the weekend, but I was getting those fluttering like feelings in the pit of my stomach towards Tim. I didn’t want to mess things up for being sexually attracted to the other boy, not to mention it didn’t help how I had similar kinds of feelings towards the other two brothers. With Tim though, it was different, because not only was I attracted to the eleven year old boy in a sexual kind of way, but also in other ways. The conflicting feelings were confusing.
Everything was beginning to come to a head again and I was afraid of what would happen if the brothers not only found out about me being gay, but also that I was just a foster kid. In many ways I had been lucky that the nice lady from family services found me a good home with the Jefferson’s, a decent couple even if they were elderly. They had lived close by to where I had grown up in the city with my mom in a small but cozy apartment. The nice lady from family services thought it would be the best since I could still go to the same school, only to find out later that the bullying in my school had intensified because I was gay. It was partly my fault because I never told the lady about being gay. At the time I really didn’t think it mattered; although, deep down I was also afraid I’d never find a decent place to stay if people knew about me.
To my surprise not only did the Jefferson’s want to keep me, but they even sold their other house and moved me out of the city into this nice neighborhood. I thought it showed how the couple did care about me, but I also felt bad about them having to move. They had shrugged it off saying they’ve wanted to move out of the city for years now, but never had the appropriate excuse.
A brisk wind picked up yanking me out of my musings. The car was in the driveway so I knew dinner would be ready soon as I climbed the two steps leading directly into the house. Closing the door behind me I could smell something nice cooking and suddenly felt hungry. Taking off my shoes and hanging up my jacket next to the other ones by the doorway, I made my way into the small inviting dining room.
The elderly woman by the stove turned around and smiled pleasantly. “Oh hello Allen, did your young friend make it home safely from his surgery? The poor boy,” she sighed clucking her tongue and shaking her head sympathetically. “I’m sure his parents must have been beside themselves for a bit until they were able to rule out cancer. Still, surgery no matter how minor is also a bit stressful so I hope your young friend…oh what is the boy’s name now?” The elderly woman scrunched up her eyebrows in thought before shrugging it off. “Anyway, I hope the boy is doing fine?” She asked smiling with the man sitting at the table and reading the paper nodding in agreement.
It was a cozy scenario inside the kitchen I was starting to get used to these days. “Yes, he’s doing just fine. His name is Tim.” I informed the Jefferson’s. “It’s his birthday Saturday and they wanted me to spend the weekend with them.” I added with Mr. Jefferson lowering his newspaper and looking at me before glancing over towards his wife who paused for a second and then turned down the burner on the stove.
Wiping her hands she turned towards me and smiled nodding her head. “I see, and you…are you alright with this?” She asked neutrally, but I could tell she was concerned only because of what all has happened in regards to the bullying and stuff.
It kind of caught me off guard because it was as if they were asking for my opinion. “Um…yeah, I think it could be fun. Chase said his parents would call to make sure it would be alright with you guys.” I added holding my breath wondering if they would even allow it considering they knew I was gay and would be sleeping with three other boys, but to my amazement they didn’t even seem concerned about that aspect of things.
We talked a little more about it with them wanting to make sure it wouldn’t be too overwhelming for the Miner’s in light of Tim having just gotten out of surgery and asking if I needed to get a gift and stuff. They also insisted I made sure to invite the boys over at times too so that I wouldn’t make a pest of myself by constantly being over there. That suggestion worried me some because of what I would have to tell the other boys about me being a foster kid, but in the end I shrugged it off for now not wanting it to spoil the excitement of spending the weekend over at my new friends’ house.
With permission given Mrs. Jefferson told me to hurry up and take a shower because dinner was almost finished. Afterwards I heard my foster parents talking to the Miner’s over the phone and then announce it would be alright to go over after I get home from school tomorrow. Mrs. Jefferson seemed happy for me saying how the Miner’s were really nice people and that she was glad I had made some good friends. The evening slowly wound down and I made my way back to my bedroom getting ready for bed.
It was a small room compared to Tim’s and Micah’s, and even smaller than Chase’s. I was used to it though because I had an even smaller one in the apartment where I used to live in and also the small apartment in the city belonging to my Foster parents. My room was a bit plain with a dresser drawer, a small desk and chair where I did my school work, and not much up on the walls. After my mom died I had to spend a couple of weeks in a dormitory kind of place and had lost most of my stuff. The Jefferson’s did buy me some things, but I tried not to bother them with too much because I understood this was only a temporary set up for me.
Slipping out of my shirt I sat down on the bed and removed my socks. Standing back up I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down before folding them up, and placed them on my chair. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure the door was closed I pulled off my underwear and glanced down at my naked body. I was a scrawny kid not because I was starving or anything, but because I’ve always been sort of skinny for as long as I could remember. My long arms, body, and legs actually made me look a lot thinner, but even I had to admit I didn’t have a bad looking body as I ran my hand over my supple skin.
Bending over slightly I reached down running my fingers lightly over my pale smooth pubic mound noticing those familiar blue spidery like veins just below the surface before I began looking for those elusive hairs. I was twelve years old and still didn’t even squirt or have any hair yet, well not really. I’ve spotted one or two short light brownish like hairs, but not much else for the longest of times since I’ve noticed those one or two strands. Even my penis hadn’t grown any indicating I haven’t started puberty yet as I flicked it around with my finger. It sort of grew right out of my pubic mound with nothing much visible other than my helmet shaped looking top, along with that fat roll of skin just on the other side of the ridge. I giggled because it waggled around a bit awkwardly when I flicked it with my finger.
Sighing, I stood back up because I didn’t spot anything new before slipping into bed under the soft warm bedding. I had a single sized bed, but it was comfortable. I really couldn’t complain about anything because the Jefferson’s made sure I had everything I needed and then some. They weren’t wealthy by any means and both of them worked to make ends meet. Even though the state provided the elderly couple monetary assistance for taking care of me it really didn’t cover all the expenses. I wasn’t an idiot and knew the Jefferson’s often used their own money to see to many of my normal every day needs.
Mr. Jefferson worked full time in the city while Mrs. Jefferson worked only part time making sure to be home when I got out of school. They only owned the one car, but she managed somehow. In the morning she drove to work in the car with her husband and then took the bus back home. As luck would have it there was a bus that ran from this suburb into the city and back. It stopped about a block away from the building where she worked and on the reverse route was the last stop before it becoming a straight shot out here dropping her off a few blocks from the house. I suppose it was part of the reason why they had bought this house a short distance outside the city.
Shifting on to my back my thoughts shifted towards the Miner brothers. I really liked them, but I was a little worried about what may happen when I finally had to let them know about me being a foster kid. It wasn’t the only thing worrying me because I was beginning to have feelings for the middle brother. I liked him as a friend, but for me it was much more and at some point I was sure my feelings would betray me. What would happen then when the other boy and his brothers realized I was gay?
My mind was warring with itself, but as always I began to relax feeling myself begin to fade off to sleep. I shifted into that sort of in-between state where I wasn’t really awake, but not asleep yet either. My thoughts shifted to today’s events over at the Miner’s house. The small little long haired blond boy was too cute and the sweetest kid ever as I smiled in my half dazed state recalling when he had popped a stiffie. It was just too adorable the way Chase teased his little brother by unabashedly grabbing it and giving the boy’s little gherkin a nice firm tweak. I was surprised just how at ease the brothers were about those sorts of things amongst themselves.
It was nice and cozy under the covers as I idly fiddled with my soft penis and fleshy skin bag. It wasn’t in a sexual kind of way, but something I tended to do at night when I was lying in bed and alone with my own personal thoughts. My left hand was cupping my soft silky tenders which had softened up beneath the warmth of the covers and was now sagging droopily between my legs. With it all loosened up my fingers easily rolled around my chestnut sized nuggets within the folds of their confined soft membrane. As usual my right hand was fiddling around with my flaccid penis as I tugged on it slightly feeling my stalk stretching out before rebounding back when I let go and the roll of skin bunched back up. I shivered a little when I ran a finger around the thick roll of skin while my thoughts focused on Tim and the way he had been diddling around with his own penis earlier today. It had been such a pleasant revelation when he had fiddled around with the tip end of his nub making me wonder if he had foreskin like his little brother.
That’s all it took with my entire world suddenly exploding into a million pieces when my body unexpectedly stiffened up and a familiar sensation ripped through my insides, the tsunami like wave slamming into me from out of nowhere. I knew exactly what was happening, but the way it came about is what shocked me because I wasn’t even hard or jacking off for that matter. Even now the tingling sensation ripped through a flaccid penis, not a stiff one, as it began to twitch around along with my testes contracting upwards. The entire incident was totally perplexing because I was having a powerful orgasm with my still soft penis and chestnut sized testicles contracting spastically.
My eyes immediately widened in shocked surprise, sleep immediately evaporating into thin air, as I began to grunt and moan. “Fuck!” I yelped followed quickly by the guttural tones of rapture. “Ooouuumph, uuuumph, aaaaaarph, uuuumph,” I moaned trying to keep my voice down because the Jefferson’s room was just across the hall from mine and there was no way in hell I wanted to try explaining to them the odd noises coming from my room.
My left hand clamped down around my soft nuggets while my right fingers twitched involuntarily grasping at my flaccid penis. I felt the soft supple tuber twitch in rapid succession as if it were trying to spit something out of it. My entire body was heaving and I could feel my skin all slicked up with sweat as everything became slippery. With one final jolt and shiver the entire event ended abruptly like it had started with my body collapsing back on to my mattress while I gasped for air.
“Fuck me,” I rasped because the orgasm had been intense, but probably lasted all of four or five seconds as my fingers continued to clutch and twitch over the tip of my knob which now felt all slicked up.
At first the small wetness didn’t even register as I continued to gulp for air, but then it finally dawned on me what might have just happened as I lifted up my covers and looked down between my legs in wide eyed wonderment. “H…holy fuck,” I hiccupped tossing aside my blanket taking a closer look.
Sure enough the tip of my purplish red bell looked shiny as I ran my finger over it and flinched because it was oddly sensitive, more so than usual after an orgasm. Rubbing my finger and thumb together I smiled because it was obvious I had just cum for the very first time ever. It wasn’t a lot, and I realized I hadn’t actually squirted with it probably having beaded up out of my little slit. Still, for me this was a major development since it meant puberty was probably just around the corner.
Reaching back down, I swiped off my helmet shaped knob wiping my fingers on my leg with it almost immediately disappearing. Shaking my head I couldn’t believe I just ejaculated much less had an orgasm with a soft penis. I’ve never heard of such a thing, having an orgasm with a soft penis, wondering how something like that could even happen. The last thing I recalled was how I had been thinking about Tim while he was fiddling around with his sweatpants covered penis. Just the memory of the boy’s cocklet made me shiver again with the breath catching in my chest. Even my own stumpy twitched excitedly and I had the feeling it probably would have gotten hard for real now if the poor thing wasn’t spent already.
Inhaling deeply I pulled my covers back up and rolled over on to my stomach feeling all cozy and comfortable. I’ve jacked off plenty of times, but this was the first time I got off without being hard and it was by far the best I’ve ever felt after an orgasm as I closed my eyes with the tension and all my worries drifting away. It had been a strange experience, an orgasm with a soft penis, but one I thoroughly enjoyed, now that I thought on it. Moaning in contentment I yawned and before I knew it had drifted off to sleep.
The following day couldn’t go fast enough with the last school bell finally sounding off signaling the start of the weekend. Everyone always looked forward to the end of the week and everyone’s mood seemed to reflect this even though when I stepped outside it was the typical cold and wet weather. Halloween was coming up next weekend, and my mind was on whether or not I would go trick or treating this year since I was twelve years old and almost getting too old for that sort of thing. My thoughts were occupying my attention when I looked up just in time to brace myself against the sudden onslaught of Micah’s warm embrace.
It had come out of nowhere and sort of caught me by surprise with the younger blond boy ignoring the throngs of older kids piling out of the school as he excitedly wrapped me up in his arms. I looked around nervously because kids my age didn’t hug like this anymore, at least not in public, and definitely not with another boy. To my relief other than a few glances everyone seemed to ignore it making me wonder if they were used to seeing Micah do that with his brothers. I stood there awkwardly for a second or two, but the smaller boy’s enthusiasm was infectious and before I knew it the two of us were giggling animatedly as I returned his embrace.
“This is going to be an awesome weekend.” The younger boy chirped wrapping his fingers in mine and practically dragging me towards the house.
Once again I looked around nervously while I held Micah’s soft warm hand in mine, but no one seemed to care as the two of us walked casually home hand in hand ignoring the nasty weather. Micah refused to let go of my hand, and even though at first it made me a little uncomfortable, by the time we got to my house I had to admit I thought it was really sweet of him. There was just something about the younger kid that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t deny he was a very beautiful boy, but the affection I felt towards him wasn’t really sexual. Of course there were plenty of times when I’d bone up for whatever reason around him, but I knew this was just a typical kind of reaction to certain situations. What I felt for him was a little different than what I was beginning to feel towards Tim or his older brother. Even though I was trying to fight the urge, Micah’s two older brothers made my insides tingle in a sexual kind of way.
As we approached my house I paused with Micah stopping and scrunching up his face. “Aren’t you coming?” He asked with me chuckling.
“Dude, I’ve gotta get my stuff. Besides, I need to do some chores around the house so that I don’t look like a total boob. If I get some chores done real quick I won’t have to worry about them over the weekend.” I added with the smaller boy looking a little disappointed for a second before he flashed me the cutest smile.
“Alright, but promise to hurry up. Luv you.” He chirped innocently, his words resonating inside of me before he gave me another quick hug and ran off across the street towards his own house.
The entire incident from his greeting at the school, the walk home hand in hand and now with his impromptu declaration and hug made me grin for a second because of his exuberant nature before I then frowned in thought at how the blond little tyke seemed to have taken to me. Shrugging it off, I hurried into my own house greeting Mrs. Jefferson and giving her a quick spontaneous hug which seemed to surprise her, not to mention me. It had been totally impulsive on my part and the first time I’ve ever showed this sort of affection towards her.
Pulling away and blushing I could tell she appreciated my spontaneous and unorthodox greeting. I suppose hanging around the Miner family and seeing how they were towards one another was beginning to rub off on me. The Jefferson’s weren’t my parents, but they were gentle and affectionate people who deserved to know I appreciated what they were doing for me. I could tell they cared about me and knew they even loved me. Of course it wasn’t like what I had with my own mom, nothing ever would be like that, but I knew they did love me, and it suddenly dawned on me how much this meant.
“Oh my…sweetie…I…um…this is unexpected.” I heard her softly clucking warm heartedly as we separated and she wiped away a stray tear before patting my cheek. “Thank you sweetie, this means so much to me.” She added softly while I nodded somberly.
“I know…it’s just…I…I…,” shaking my head and sighing it was difficult for me to say what I was feeling.
After all I was twelve years old and boys my age simply didn’t do and say these sorts of things. I don’t even know why I was allowing myself to get so emotional, but something happened to me just now outside with Micah. It was as if the smaller boy had taught me the importance of appreciating the moment and the blessings I had in this world. Life totally sucked sometimes, but it was made better by those who were around you who cared and loved you.
I could feel my own eyes welling up as I stepped towards Mrs. Jefferson giving her a proper hug. “I love you Mrs. Jefferson. I…I just want you and Mr. Jefferson to know it. The two of you have been gentle and caring people, and I…I just want you to know this.” I told her sincerely allowing myself to truly open up for the first time in a long while.
This had an unintentional consequence though as I felt my emotions rising up and I began to cry softly in her warm embrace. It was a mixture of sadness over my loss and also a sense of relief knowing I was well cared for and still loved in this world. For a long time now I had worried over what was to become of me since I had no family that I knew of making me distrustful of everything in general. The Jefferson’s had filled the void without any expectations from me. Everything they did since then had always been on my behalf, and I couldn’t ask for anything more, yet they did give me more. They always gave of themselves without asking for anything in return. They opened up their hearts to me, which is more than a foster parent was required to do.
“Oh my.” I heard Mrs. Jefferson cluck softly making me smile despite my sobs because her mannerisms had become all too familiar to me. “Sweetie…it’s alright…just let it all out.” She added soothingly, holding me in her arms and gently rubbing my back tenderly while I let my emotions finally come out all on their own.
We stayed like that for a while longer until I began to calm down and we slowly parted with her smiling and gently wiping my face clean. “Feel better?” She asked while I nodded and barked out a quick nervous laugh of relief.
“Yeah, thanks Aunt Kate,” I replied seeing her face lighting up at my newest spontaneous reaction and endearing reference.
For some reason it no longer felt right to refer to her and her husband as Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson. They had now officially become more to me and this deserved to be recognized somehow. I hadn’t intended to do this, but it had simply come out of nowhere just like my hug and letting Aunt Kate know I loved her. Her husband always referred to her as Katherine, but somehow it didn’t sound right and Aunt Kate rolled smoothly off the tongue. Besides, her husband’s name was Nathan so it would only be right to refer to him as Uncle Nate. Smiling, my mind flashed through these thoughts like lightning as I rolled the names Uncle Nate and Aunt Kate around inside my head.
“Well now, aren’t we just full of surprises today?” Aunt Kate smiled softly while I shrugged my shoulders a little self conscious now.
“Yeah, well you and Uncle Nate feel like family now.” I smiled nervously trying to explain. “It just doesn’t seem right to constantly call you Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson; especially since you treat me more like family. I…I hope you don’t mind?” I added.
“No of course not sweetie and we are honored you feel like this is truly your home now. We want you to know we will always be here for you. For as long as you need us. Nathan and I have been talking to Family Services and have let them know we want to become your permanent foster parents and no longer be listed as being temporary. That is if you also approve.” She stated softly looking a little worried about my response.
“You really mean it?” I asked a little surprised because this could mean I’d have a permanent place to stay and I wouldn’t have to be worried about suddenly being carted away for whatever reason.
“If you will have us.” She emphasized with me nodding.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.” I replied feeling all warm and fuzzy when she gave me another quick hug.
“Good, then it’s settled, but aren’t you supposed to be somewhere today?” She asked reminding me of the sleepover.
“Yeah, I just need to grab some of my stuff and I wanted to get some of my chores done so I don’t have to worry about them later. Besides, I also wanted to take a quick shower before I head over. There are three boys over there after all and who knows if they will have any hot water left over.” I chuckled with Aunt Kate belting out a huge laughter nodding as if she understood.
“Well, try competing with like three older sisters.” She continued to laugh. “Back in those days all four of us girls were crammed into one small bedroom and the entire family only had the one bathroom. The four of us would constantly fight over hot water.” She seemed to laugh fondly at the memories before sighing. “It’s only the two of us left now.” She added somberly. “Despite it all, being together with all four of my sisters in a tiny home is still some of my fondest memories.” She sighed sadly shaking her head as I realized this was the first time she’s ever talked about her own family and childhood.
She seemed to notice and waved off her nostalgic memories. “Anyway, I better let you get to it so I don’t waste any more of your fun time. Go on now, do what you must and then hurry off to your friends.” She gave me a gentle loving pat on the cheek prompting me off to get things done.
A short while later with my little small daypack in hand I walked across the way ringing the doorbell on the Miner’s house. Chase opened up the door and smiled waving me in. I could hear what sounded like a healthy discussion going on upstairs and glanced over at the older boy who rolled his eyes and shrugged indicating it wasn’t anything major.
“It’s just Tim insisting Micah should head over to the skate park and take his slot in the competition.” He explained with my eyebrows furling questioningly before we made our way up into the two younger brothers’ room.
The eleven year old boy was lying casually on his bed with his leg propped up on a pillow having a healthy discussion with his little brother. “What’s the big deal Micah,” The older of the two asked. “You are just as good as the others if not better, and if you wouldn’t have backed out at the last minute you’d be competing anyway. Mom and dad signed the waivers and everything for you already and I called up to see if it would still be alright. The promoters said since the papers were already signed and the fees paid, it wouldn’t be a problem for you to compete in my slot.” Tim was pointing out.
For whatever reason it was obvious Micah was kind of hesitant about the skateboarding competition so was looking for excuses. “Yeah, but what about the sleepover and Allen.”
“Geeze Micah, he isn’t going anywhere and you guys will only be gone a couple of hours.” Tim asserted.
“Yeah, but it isn’t just today, there’s more tomorrow and Sunday.” The younger boy complained.
“Well, you only have to be there for your time slot and age group. Besides, it’ll give me the excuse to go and watch. I really want you to do this for me since I can’t compete myself. You know how much I’m bummed out about it. Honest Micah, you are really sic on the board and deserve props. Just because you haven’t been boarding as long as some of the others doesn’t mean you aren’t as good. I see you all the time and I know you are better than most of those other kids your age. Please Micah, for me.” He begged.
“I don’t know Tim. I mean, what about your leg. Mom and dad won’t let you go tomorrow; especially, since they won’t be home to take you and we can’t leave you all alone today either. Mom and dad will get mad about that. Mom even waited to leave until we got home.” He sighed still not sure with Tim shrugging his shoulders.
“My leg’s not all that bad and I’m already walking around some. It’ll be even better tomorrow. Don’t worry; I’ll work it out with mom and dad. Besides, I won’t be alone today because Allen is here so don’t be such a worry wart, but you and Chase have to get going already if you want to get there in time to sign up.” Tim insisted.
The back and forth went on for another minute or two and I could tell Tim wasn’t going to let it go because for some reason it seemed really important to him. When my name came into the conversation for the second time I finally spoke up and told Micah it would be alright and that I’d take good care of Tim while they were gone. I could tell the little bugger really didn’t want to go and it started to become obvious it wasn’t just about being a little nervous with competing.
Evidently the little blond imp also didn’t want to miss out on any time with the sleepover. It wasn’t until Tim told his little brother he wouldn’t miss out on hardly anything since we’d all be up late watching movies and eating snacks not to mention that I’d be snuggling up in Micah’s bed tonight. I don’t know how those sleeping arrangements came about, but it seemed to satisfy the younger boy who immediately pounced on me with a big hug making me chuckle and ruffle his hair.
“So, now that we’ve got the sleeping arrangements all settled are we going or what?” Chase asked having remained out of it and letting his two younger brothers hash it out.
“Oh alright, but only because you are being such a dork about it Tim. I’m not really sure about me being as good as you think, but I’ll try to do good. After all you’ve spent a lot of time teaching me all of these neat tricks and stuff.” Micah sighed with Chase motioning for him to grab his stuff real quick and to get changed.
Once again Micah didn’t appear bothered when he slipped out of the pants he was wearing leaving him jiggling around cutely in his underwear. I couldn’t help myself and scrutinized his beautiful pale skin and sleek but strong looking legs, my eyes automatically drifting to his crotch. He was wearing one of those cartooned bikini style underwear that kept his little boy packet firmly in place. I had to admit for a ten year old boy he had a decent sized bulge down there as I continued to stare at it until he pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans.
The smaller boy grabbed his DC skateboarding shoes sliding them onto his feet before shoving his helmet and protective pads into a bag. Snatching up his board he hesitated a moment before running over towards Tim and giving his brother a quick hug and kiss on the lips. I was starting to get used to seeing the brothers show their affection towards one another, but it still amazed me at how open they were about it. Without pausing Micah swiftly ran over and gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek making me blush, but oddly enough enjoying the display of affection.
“Good luck.” I whispered returning Micah’s embrace, and after his kiss ruffling his hair affectionately.
Chase smiled and winked at me grabbing his little brother’s hand and leaving me alone with Tim who seemed to sigh as he leaned back against his pillows. “Well if nothing else at least I got him to finally have enough confidence in himself to compete.” He chuckled motioning for me to join him on the bed scooting over slightly making more room.
“Do you think he’s that good?” I asked curiously sliding next to Tim careful not to bump his propped up leg.
“You bet. I mean he’s only been learning tricks for a year, but he’s sick and totally ill on the board and definitely no poser that’s for sure. Lately, he’s been even nailing the ‘technicals’ on a course so he’ll hold his own that much I’m sure of.” The adorably charming boy nodded his head as I gazed down into his serious face.
My heart skipped a beat or two because he really was too cute as our shoulders, legs, and hips rubbed together innocently. I could feel my little todger begin to stir between my legs and noticed Tim seemed to have popped a stiffie with his fingers idly fiddled around with it. I had to swallow and rip my gaze away from his rigid stump which looked to be slightly over two inches long. Once more I thought it kind of small for a boy his age, but then again it really didn’t mean much since he was just now turning eleven. Mine wasn’t all that big either, well at least when it was soft. From what I could tell though, my erection was bigger than his.
The other boy was wrapped up in his own thoughts as I studied his features and sighed because I was starting to fall hard for my new friend. He was so damn cute and way out of my league, even if the other boy was younger and not into that sort of thing. From some of the teasing comments Chase had made over the last several days towards his brother while I was around, there were all sorts of skirts already chasing after the puckish little guy. Of course I could tell it was kind of embarrassing for Tim and he didn’t want to talk about it, but hey, he was just now turning eleven and most boys his age were kind of timid when it came to girls. I sure had been, but even more so considering it was about the time I began to discover I rather preferred boys over girls in that sort of way.
Without realizing it I had draped my arm casually over Tim’s shoulders when he had leaned into me and I now studied his charming features closely for the first time. The boy had a small round boyish full face with a round chin, soft angles, and cheeks that showed prominently when he smiled. There was a light dusting of freckles over the bridge of his small button like nose spreading outwards to the inner creases of his cheek bones. Other than the faint dusting of freckles his complexion was spotless on his slightly brown tinged face.
The coloration of his skin was 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. He had dark natural blonde hair a shade similar to mine and was like the color of almond crème with a long beachy style look. His shaggy style incorporated long bangs, lots of texture, and a razored like feel all around the ears and neck. The cut was somewhere between short and long and I felt it was a great choice for him since it combined style with low maintenance. The layers and texture in the tips kept the weight on his head light and styling the side parted look with deep fringes looked like a breeze for a kid his age. His sparse eyebrows were the same shade as his hair and arched lazily over his big round eyes like snow drifts formed by slight breezes on a wintry cold night.
Unlike his brothers, who both had blue eyes, his were hazel that appeared to glow reminding me of crystallized copper. I loved his eyes because they danced around lively; especially, when he smiled. He had a small mouth, but a big smile with pinkish brown lips which curled into a slow upward slope creating two small dimples at the corners of his lips and large crescent moon like furrow lines along the edges of his prominent cheek bones.
“You smell nice.” I heard Tim whisper and inhaling deeply bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?”
“You smell…I don’t know,” Tim shrugged. “Um…clean, like you just took a shower and something else.” The smaller brown haired boy stated as he frowned and leaned in a little to take another sniff. It was kind of weird and funny all at the same time because no one’s ever smelled me before and I began to chuckle because the funny part won out.
“What are you doing dork?” I scoffed with Tim glancing at me and giggling.
“I can’t help it…did you like put cologne on or something…you know…just for me.” He giggled before adding, “I’m kind of flattered.” He teased batting his eyebrows with emphasis while we both stared at each other for a second before barking out laughing because it was too silly.
Shaking my head I let my chuckles die down. “Gawd, you’re such a dweeb.” I giggled not in a demeaning way, but a sort of endearing manner because Tim just made me always feel good inside as I gave my arms a quick tug in one of those friendly kinds of hugs. “No, it’s not cologne. I put on some of that body spray stuff after I took a shower and before coming over.” I explained.
“Oh…well it smells kind of nice. I feel all grimy and scummy, and I bet I smell too.” He pouted shaking his head. “I haven’t taken a shower for a couple of days… not since before I went in for surgery.” He complained.
“Well I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, I kind of like how you smell…you know…all boy.” I busted up laughing hearing him giggling along with his eyes gazing up into my face and his lips spread open so damn cutely in that big straight kind of smile.
“So, what is a boy supposed to smell like?” He asked sticking his tongue out at me like he was taunting me to come up with an answer because who could describe something so delicious.
“Hmmmm, I recall seeing a movie once where a dog was sort of speaking…you know to like the audience and stuff. Well according to the dog a boy smells like freshly baked cookies and dirt…all boy.” I teased with the two of us busting up laughing while he shook his head.
“Gawd, who’s the dork now.” Tim teased unwinding from my arm and with his face wincing slightly, let out a small grunt of pain before sitting up while I watched him peeling out of his shirt.
Sitting up next to him, my eyes widened slightly when the boy began to tug off his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked curiously feeling something begin to squirm around between my legs because Tim had a sexy looking torso.
The smaller boy glanced over, flashing me the cutest smile that made my heart skip several beats because he was just too damn fucking adorably alluring. I really was falling for him in more than us just being friends. He was so damn sexy hot as my eyes took in the smooth curvature of his back with the sight of the little bony bumps along his spine making my own tingle. I wanted to reach out and run my hands over his creamy smooth skin, and…and…I paused in thought wondering what exactly I wanted to do and blushed realizing it had a lot to do with naughty things as I tried to shove those ideas out of my mind. I began to feel guilty about the way I was feeling knowing it wasn’t fair to Tim at how I was molesting him with my eyes so tried to focus on what Tim was saying.
“Um…well…I’m feeling really scummy so I figured maybe I could get my hair washed. It just feels kind of…blah.” He stated grinning while I giggled at his choice of words. “You know how it is after you don’t wash for a few days. Anyway, mom was going to do it later on when she got home.” He sighed pointing towards a couple of large plastic tubby like things before reaching for one of the medicine bottles sitting on his table.
My eyes flittered towards the plastic rectangular like containers realizing they where the type you would do small things like wash one or two clothing items out or some dishes. Dimension wise they appeared to be about the same size as a kitchen sink maybe a little bigger as my eyes flittered back towards the boy noticing him reading the label on the medicine bottle before he opened the top shaking out two small white round pills. Reaching for a glass of water he popped the pills in his mouth and scrunched up his face before taking a swallow of water trying to down the medication while he shuddered. His entire face puckered up as if the pills tasted nasty making me grin knowingly because I hated taking medicine too when I was sick.
The smaller boy’s whole body shook again with his features getting that sickly kind of look. “Yuk, that’s nasty.” Tim moaned his whole face all scrunched up as he leaned over putting away the bottle of pills and glass of water before straightening back up and turning towards me. “Maybe…uh…you could help instead…you know…with my hair?” He asked hopefully his features turning soft and sweet, the look on his face making my heart melt because who could resist something so damn cute.
It didn’t sound like anything too difficult so I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure buddy, no problem. What do you need me to do?” I asked seeing Tim’s face brighten up which made me feel really good about myself.
It’s strange how something so simple could make someone so happy. For Tim it was me offering to help him out and for me it was the simple fact at how me offering to help seemed to light him up. It made me want to please him in whatever little ways I could and it suddenly occurred to me how the relationship had forever more shifted for me. We of course were friends, but it most assuredly was totally different for me. I was gay and always knew this could happen where I might fall for a guy who was my friend.
Of course being gay didn’t mean I’d fall for every boy at the drop of a hat. I mean…sure…I had similar kinds of feelings towards boys like other guys my age had towards girls where they would lust after them sexually. I got those naughty kinds of thoughts for other boys all the time, but just as with guys who were into girls there would always be that one person who came along where things were different and who made my heart go pitter patter in a more meaningful kind of way. This is what I was now experiencing with Tim and I wanted to struggle against the feelings I was having for the other boy, but deep down I knew it was useless. In many ways it confused me, but I also knew that’s just how things were.
All I could do was try to hide my true feelings so I wouldn’t risk being discovered. It wasn’t fair, but I valued my friendship with the Miner brothers and didn’t want to screw things up like at my other school with my other so called friends. I hoped the brothers weren’t like that, but from experience I knew it wasn’t worth the risk because it’s just the way things were these days. I couldn’t help the way I felt and it hurt not being able to be myself, but I was in a good place lately in how things have worked out. I didn’t need any more drama in my life. Not now when things were somewhat normal. I still missed my mom and I cried sometimes when I was alone in bed at night, but things were slowly getting a little better for me; especially, ever since the Miner brothers became my friends.
“Cool,” I heard Tim’s soft voice rousing me from my thoughts noticing he was pointing towards the general direction of the two plastic bins. “Anyway, grab the small table leaning against the wall and set it up in front of me. Then take the two bins and fill them up with warm water. You probably need to do that in the shower tub because I don’t think they’ll fit under the sink. I’ll also need the shampoo, a rag, and a towel…oh…and also bring a cup or something.” He instructed while I got up and carried the small table over unfolding the legs.
Setting the table in front of the boy, it then took me a couple of trips to fill the bins up about halfway along with bringing over the other things. Tim draped the towel across his back and over his shoulders before testing the water with his fingers. Glancing over at me he smiled appreciatively before leaning over the bin in front of him trying to dunk his head inside which was kind of awkward for him because of the angle.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I smiled reaching out and grabbing up the small cup I had found sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
The smaller boy looked up and smiled appreciatively while I scooped up some of the warm water in the cup and gently pushed his head over the plastic bin before slowly pouring it over his hair. I adjusted his head slightly so the water dripped back into the container and not all over place. Scooping up some more water I poured it over his head while running my fingers through his damp hair making sure to get it good and wet. I did this several times before reaching over for his shampoo. Flipping open the top I poured some into my hand with Tim’s soft brown eyes glancing up into mine with a look of tender appreciation because of what I was doing for him.
Those soft doe like eyes were really beautiful and danced around lively in his cute face. I grinned back at him before motioning for him to duck his head back into place. Slowly, I began to lather the soapy substance into his hair allowing my fingers to gently massage his scalp. I quivered because in a way this was kind of sensuous and I detected Tim shivering as well making me wonder if he had gotten chilled since he was shirtless.
“Are you cold?” I asked with the smaller boy shaking his head in my hands.
“No, why?” He asked not even bothering to look up and remaining stooped over the small plastic tub.
“Nothing, just wondering is all since you don’t have a shirt on.” I explained rinsing out his hair some before adding more shampoo for a second round since his hair hadn’t lathered up so much the first time.
Running my fingers through his hair with the soap getting all foamy made me shiver again, and closing my eyes I savored the moment. I enjoyed the feel of slick soap and wet hair curling around my fingers. It was almost erotic in a way and I could feel myself getting hard as I began massaging his scalp. Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Tim was staring at my crotch and I blushed realizing a bulge was starting to form due to the beginnings of me popping wood. The embarrassment immediately deflated things averting a sure disaster of epic proportions. That’s all I would need is to pop an erection right in front of Tim’s nose because he’d surely figure things out.
“Um…how’s that feel?” I asked trying to divert his attention from my near embarrassing situation.
With his hair all foamed up the smaller boy lifted his head slightly and smiled. “It feels totally awesome; especially, the way you scrub my scalp. Thanks Allen for doing this. It’s weird how clean hair sort of makes things feel way better.” He sighed appreciatively while I gently pushed his head back into place pouring some of the soapy water from the first bin over his head several times getting most of the suds out.
“Hold on for a second. Let me switch over to the other water that isn’t all soapy.” I instructed wrapping the towel around his hair to prevent it from dripping before quickly switching the containers.
Flipping the towel off his head and draping it back over his shoulders I began to rinse out his hair the rest of the way with the clean water. His wet hair began to squeak in my fingers indicating it was clean. Grabbing up his towel I wrapped it around his hair and rubbed it around gently for a few seconds getting the drying process started before letting him finish it up on his own. While he continued to run the dry towel over his soggy hair I eased the table slightly off to the side so he wouldn’t bump into it accidentally.
“My comb is by the small end table.” He instructed with me automatically reaching over to grab it for him and handing it over.
Tim began to comb his hair while sitting on the bed, but I could tell he wasn’t so sure about how it was turning out since he wasn’t in front of the mirror. Smiling I reached for it and he handed it over while I sat down next to him. He eased his body towards me while I began to comb his still damp hair. Between the quick toweling and the warm air it was beginning to dry, but it was still moist enough to make combing his hair easy as I focused on the task parting it on the left side the way he normally had it. Finishing up I gave him one final perusal before nodding my head in satisfaction.
“There, all done.” I smiled setting aside the comb seeing him grinning back at me approvingly before wincing when he shifted slightly.
“Are you alright?” I asked getting up and helping him with his legs when he began to lie back down.
“Yeah, it’s all good. My leg gets a little stiff and when I move too fast it just feels like it gets tweaked or something. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed with sweat having beaded up along his brow.
Grabbing the rag I dunked it in the still warm mostly clean water of the one bin wringing it out before taking a seat on the bed next to the boy and softly wiping his brow. I used to do the same thing for my mom when she had gotten sick and it always seemed to make her feel better as I began to wash off his face as well. Tim closed his eyes while I ran the soft damp rag over his features and lifting it away from his face the younger boy opened them back up and smiled.
“That feels really nice.” He sighed watching while I reached over to dunk the rag into the warm water again and wringing it out.
Turning my attention back to him I smiled knowingly having done this for my mom. I used to wash her face, hands, and arms and knew that in some small way it seemed to help. I reached over for his far hand and without asking began to clean his fingers before running it up and down his arm. The younger boy didn’t seem to mind and shifted some so I could reach him better. He flinched slightly and giggled when I got to his arm pit indicating he was a bit on the ticklish side. The thought of actually pouncing on the younger boy and tickling him all over flickered in my thoughts for a split second, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea considering his recent leg surgery. Rinsing out the rag I did the same for the arm closest to me, pausing a few moments to admire his small soft hand and fingers. I hadn’t realized before just how petite his hands were as I placed mine against his with both of us giggling at how little it was compared to me.
At this point I normally stopped with my mom, but since Tim was shirtless I rinsed out my rag once more and began to wipe the rest of him clean starting up by his neck. Once more he giggled and squirmed around slightly while scrunching up his neck because it tickled a little before setting down when I began to run the rag across his chest. Rinsing out the hand towel once more I continued with his chest running both the rag and my other hand across his smooth skin. I loved the way his skin felt beneath my hand as I worked them along his sides and across his stomach. It was then I noticed he had popped a stiffie with his penis pointing straight up creating a two plus inch sized tent-age in his flimsy sweatpants.
Tim must have realized I was gawking at it because I had stopped running my hand and rag over his body. I was motionless for several long moments because he seemed to stir slightly and I heard his soft voice abruptly bringing me out of my stupor.
“Um…oh…uh…sorry about that, but it just sort of happens…you know.” His voice penetrated my frozen state as I glanced up into his soft glittering coppery brown eyes and began to blush totally mortified at having been busted gawking at his erection.
Trying to hide my shame at having stared at him like that I shrugged my shoulders. “Um…yeah…it’s alright.” I managed to get out with my voice quivering slightly, embarrassing me even more.
Of course he popped a stiffie, anyone would have considering the situation, but oddly enough he didn’t seem bothered by it. I suppose it wasn’t a big deal for him because of having brothers who had probably seen him getting an erection a time or two. Besides, since he wasn’t gay there wasn’t anything to be ashamed about because most anyone would have floated a steel boat under these circumstances. My own steam ship I was currently experiencing though was because of seeing Tim in this compromising situation making the gay part of me lust after the cute sandy haired boy.
“I can’t help it; especially, lately.” Tim sighed trying to explain. “I mean it seems like the damn thing has a mind of its own and of course Chase is always teasing me about it. Not that I haven’t seen him get his own fair share of them.” He chuckled reaching down and wrapping his finger and thumb around his stiff stump giving the small cloth covered pecker a waggle or two making me gasp in surprise with my throat constricting as I gulped trying not to pop my own cork because that was just too fucking sexy hot.
“How about you?” I heard his voice penetrating my foggy state.
“Huh?” I responded totally confused my eyes blinking rapidly while I tore my gaze from his sexy hot stiff wick and glanced into his eyes.
“You know…your dickie getting hard.” The cute boy asked in a boyish innocent kind of way as if this type of conversation wasn’t even a big deal. “Does yours seem to do that too…you know…almost as if it has a mind of its own. I mean it isn’t so bad when it happens around my brothers and stuff, or even if I’m just hanging out with some of my friends since it seems to happen to them too sometimes, but when it happens like around my mom, other adults, or kids I don’t really know it is kind of embarrassing. How about you?” He added looking at me and waiting for a response.
“Oh…um…yeah…I guess. I mean…you know in both cases.” I managed to get out surprised at my admission while being thankful my voice hadn’t cracked or something because I was too damn nervous at the moment with even talking about something so personal much less seeing him all boned up in front of me.
Sure he had his sweatpants on, but he didn’t even appear concerned about me seeing him all boned up as he continued to finger himself without a care in the world that I was right there watching him. “Anyway, do you think you can do my feet and legs too?” Tim asked not even waiting for an answer before carefully lifting up his hips and sliding his sweatpants down part of the way exposing his tented underwear.
“Oh gawd,” I croaked ever so softly.
“What?” Tim asked as I tore my gaze away from the stiff flange like protrusion in his tight fitting white boy’s briefs and looked up into his face that was all furled up and wincing slightly from the pain.
“Oh…um nothing.” I managed to get out. “Geeze, hold on a second Tim before you hurt yourself.” I admonished not so sure him trying to take of his sweatpants was such a good idea.
“Help me out.” He asked as if it wasn’t such a big deal with him sporting an erection inside his boy’s briefs while getting practically naked in front of me.
Sighing, I reached over and gently tugged his sweatpants down being extremely careful of his bandaged up leg. I could see the brown colored gauze wrapped up snuggly around the upper part of his thighs right below the crease of his leg and groin. I knew the surgery had been on his inner thigh up really high close to his crotch and couldn’t help it when my eyes constantly flittered up towards that distension he was creating in his underwear. Tearing my gaze away from the most sensuous sight of my life I began to tug off his socks smiling because like his hands he had the cutest tootsies.
Reaching for the rag I once again rinsed it out and began to wash off his foot. Tim giggled and squirmed about a bit because it tickled a little, but then began to settle down getting used to it. Like with his fingers I cleaned each of his toes getting in-between them and when I glanced up noticed he had his eyes closed with his chest rising and lowering in a steady even rhythm indicating he was totally relaxed. Of course his pecker was still stiff as a nail with my own penis suddenly having a spastic like fit between my legs. Inhaling deeply I tried to get myself back under control and focused on his toes, feet, and ankle before running the rag up over his calf, knee and finally thigh unable to resist glancing at the stiff stump which seemed to twitch around slightly beneath the white fabric of his briefs due to the closeness of my dispensation. I stopped my upwards trajectory just below the gauze bandage before rinsing out the rag and turning my attention to his other leg.
Starting with his toes the boy didn’t even squirm this time, but sighed happily as I tenderly washed his feet. I was really enjoying washing him down like this and I was totally fascinated with his petite toes and little feet. They were cute as I held his left one in my left hand while washing it clean with the rag in my right one.
“You’ve got really nice feet.” I whispered softly noticing the boy move around and lift his head to look down at them.
“You really think so?” He challenged with me grinning back and nodding my head.
“Yeah, they are really…um…petite and look kind of adorable on you.” I admitted to him and blushing thinking it sounded kind of dorky. “I know kind of a weird thing to say but…,” I shrugged my shoulders feeling a little embarrassed about having said anything.
“Nah, not really. I actually think it is kind of nice for you to say. That’s what I like about you. I mean you seem to notice the things others don’t. I like that.” He sighed closing his eyes while settling back down against the pillow with his boner still intact and creating a tent in his underwear completely forgotten by the younger boy as he relaxed.
Once again I began to work my way up his leg pausing for a second indecisively because unlike his other leg this one wasn’t bandaged up. Biting my lower lip nervously, I carefully worked my way closer towards the upper part of his inner thigh and the crease between his leg and groin. I felt the back of my fingers brushing up against something soft realizing I had bumped up against his small ball sack. I gasped because I could feel and see something shift realizing it must be his testicle squirming around from the contact. Even the top part of his pecker lurched as I quickly glanced over at the boy’s features thinking he might be upset at me for having brushed up against his privates. To my surprise he hadn’t even moved, but he did have a cute expression on his features. The younger boy seemed completely relaxed despite his obvious erection and from all appearances was enjoying my tender administrations. He looked to be in a peaceful state and I almost regretted rousing him out of it.
“Um…all done.” I sighed leaning over to rinse out the rag for one last time.
“Huh?” I heard Tim respond while yawning, and then stretching his arms and body making me gulp and swallow dryly because it was just so damn fucking sexy hot watching his hard penis pressing up against his underwear as the boy looked down at himself.
“Um…you missed a spot.” He giggled a bit naughtily.
“What…you want me to…no way.” I managed to squeak out while the sandy haired boy shrugged his shoulders before taking the rag out of my hand.
“Too bad, it could have been fun.” The almost eleven year old boy commented so softly I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly while I nearly choked from his suggestive remark.
The statement made my cheeks burn and flush accompanied by a searing like heat rising throughout my body. I felt my stiff erection that was being squashed in my tight crotch fitting jeans suddenly lurch while my testicles contracted. My body stiffened up and a tingling sensation coursed through my insides in what I could only describe as a miniature like orgasm. I tried to beat it back before it became a full blown one puzzled at how oddly my body was behaving lately. Last night it was an orgasm with a penis that was totally flaccid and today an orgasm without even having ever touched my penis.
This was totally perplexing while I continued to gawk at Tim and what he was doing. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I prevented myself from making a total ass out of myself with the euphoric like sensation from my orgasm slowly beginning to dissipate. Thank goodness I wasn’t squirting much of anything yet, but I did detect a small dampness along the tip of my sleek knob as I sighed and shuddered one last time beating back the orgasmic threat of epic proportions. My eyes were now riveted on the source of my woes with Tim having pulled down the front of his underwear tucking it under his rounded pucker of purse skin exposing his soft rounded scrotum and erection.
My mouth opened and closed several more times, but I was completely frozen in place watching while the younger boy, who didn’t even seem to notice I was there and gawking at him, ran the damp rag over his two and a quarter inch little stiff bobber getting it good and clean. He then tugged the gummy band of his underwear downwards before dipping the rag along either side of his small smooth ball sack. Next, he spread the damp cloth over his soft fleshy kit giving it a good squeeze. Just beneath the edge of the rag I could see his small hazelnut sized testicle puffing outward against the silky soft membrane creating a small oval fleshy like shape when they got squeezed. Lifting up the rag he now ran it over his pale porcelain like pubic mound. It was completely hairless with faint blue like tributaries just beneath the smooth pasty like surface, but the fact he was hairless didn’t surprise me much considering his age. After all, I was over a year older than him and still pretty much hairless too.
“What the…geeze,” I managed to get out with a small croak and rasping sound in my chest noticing Tim glancing at me before looking back towards his erection.
The younger boy seemed to blush for the first time and to my surprise not because of being naked in front of me. Rather it was for something entirely different as he grabbed his little gherkin with his finger and thumb giving it a good inspection. It began to shrivel up and go completely limp now that he was becoming a little self conscious about it. His thumb and finger slid up and down his rapidly shortening length making me shiver excitedly once more until it became totally soft poking out like a little button from his pubic mound. He continued to fiddle around with his little diddle, but now instead of stroking it he was sort of pinching it between his finger and thumb and giggled when it fattened up because of squishing it around. I was forced to beat back another impending orgasm which was making me all flush in the face as I gawked at the younger boy’s now completely flaccid penis. Tim manipulated the soft fleshy two inch dinger making it wriggle around a bit comically in the younger boy’s small fingers.
“I know…kind of puny, huh?” He indicated rolling his shoulders a bit embarrassed by his size. “Chase tells me it’ll get bigger once puberty starts, but still, I’m even smaller than Micah. What do you think…kind of puny, huh?” He repeated making me swallow while my eyes flared open wide watching him manipulate his rubbery button and even giving it a firm squeeze.
This had become totally awkward now for me despite it being kind of sexy hot at the same time, but it also made me feel a bit bad because when he had caught me gawking at him he figured it was because I thought he was really tiny down there. I mean, sure he was small both when he was hard and soft, but still I felt bad because it seemed to upset him some. He had been perfectly happy with the way he looked and not even concerned over his nakedness until he saw me staring at him and thinking it was because he was small down there. I didn’t want him to feel bad about the way he looked; besides, I thought he was sexy hot and my impromptu mini-orgasm proved it.
“I…I…uh…,” I began to stutter not so sure of what to say with Tim looking at me a bit disappointed before gazing back down at his little soft worm and sighing.
“Yeah, like I thought.” He shrugged. “Puny.” He added.
“What…no…I mean, yeah maybe a little. I mean, honestly, mine really isn’t much different, you know when it is soft like that. Besides…um…that’s not why I was…uh…you know…looking…I mean…what I was surprised about.” I managed to wriggle my way through it with an idea suddenly popping into my mind that might just be able to ‘save face’ for both of us.
The smaller boy stared at me scrunching up his face in thought before looking down at his little soft button he was now flicking with his finger tip before looking back up into my face. “I don’t understand. You don’t think it is puny?” He asked with me shrugging my shoulders.
“Well like Chase said it will get bigger at some point, mine’s not so different when it’s soft like yours, and I’m older. I mean, I guess mine is probably a little thicker, but length wise not much longer.” I explained and blushing because I couldn’t believe I was actually sharing with another boy the size of my penis and comparing things in the whole basement department.
“Oh, alright, then if it wasn’t my size what was it then?” He asked curiously as he lifted up his hips wanting to pull off his underwear making me frown. “Um…help me out of these dirty ones and could you fish out a clean pair for me?” He asked with me reaching over and carefully removing them from his legs before dropping them next to his bed.
Getting up was going to be kind of awkward, but thankfully Tim had settled back against his pillow closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. I took the opportunity to quickly stand up and with his eyes still closed I reached down and adjusted my own stiff sausage that created a bulge in my tight jeans into a position that wasn’t as noticeable before walking over to one of the dresser drawers and pausing.
“The top drawer on the left side,” I heard him instructing as I grabbed another pair of clean white boys briefs quickly making my way back and helping him slip into the new fresh ones sighing in relief because he was now covered back up and no longer naked in front of me.
Of course I loved seeing him naked and thought he was scrumptious down there, but seeing him like that was definitely having an affect on me. Seeing him all boned up, flaccid, and plain naked had me experiencing all sorts of hot flashes making me wonder if this is what it was like for women going through menopause. The sickening thought of a woman, menopause, and blood finally managed to get my own penis to soften up, which in truth made it a lot more comfortable in my jeans which tended to fit me snuggly around the crotch area.
“So?” I heard Tim’s soft voice, with him looking a lot better now that he was all cleaned up and changed into a fresh pair of underwear.
“Huh?” I asked a bit confused.
“You know…if it wasn’t my size, what was it then that had your face all beet red and pinched up in a bunch.” He chuckled once more seeming at ease with his own body and not concerned about being in nothing but his underwear.
“Oh…um…well…geeze…it’s kind of embarrassing.” I added feeling my face blush while he shook his head and grinned.
“Gawd for real Allen,” he chuckled. “We are both guys…I mean I just got naked in front of you so what’s the big deal. You act as if you’ve never seen another naked boy before.” He tittered impishly while I blushed and he suddenly got really quiet for a second.
“Oh…I…um…,” he began, scrunching his eyebrows in thought. “Really Allen…I mean…you’ve never seen another boy naked before?” He asked in disbelief while I shrugged my shoulders a bit embarrassed now.
Shaking my head I felt my cheeks flushing red. “Well…um…no…not really. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got brothers and stuff…so no…I mean other than like the other day. You know…like with Micah. I mean…um…sometimes I might see someone by accident and real quick like, nothing really as in naked-naked though. You know…the quick flash of seeing someone’s stuff here or there like what happened the other day with Micah and all…but…uh…even then still different. I mean, to be honest, Micah was the first boy I’ve ever seen…um…like that…you know as in…really clearly…that is until just now with you. Uh…actually, you are the first boy I’ve really sort of seen, you know close and personal like.” I admitted feeling totally mortified about the way this conversation was going with me stumbling over my own thick tongue trying to explain.
“Oh…um…I didn’t know.” Tim replied softly as we both fell silent for a couple of seconds before I heard him suddenly bust out laughing his ass off while I scrunched up my face unable to resist my own grin even though I didn’t know what was so funny.
“What?” I asked curiously seeing him look over at me and then bust up laughing his ass off again and shaking his head while I waited for him to calm down.
He finally sighed still shaking his head. “Shit dude, I can’t believe I’m the first boy you’ve actually really seen…that is other than Micah…and too bad for you because it’s not like I’ve got a lot to brag about. Now Micah…well…he’s got a nice one, huh?” He asked once more not realizing how weird such an observation and comment was to a guy like myself, or that matter probably most any other boy, but still, I had to admit there was no longer that typical lingering awkwardness about the whole nudity thing now between the two of us.
“I…um…,” I stuttered scrunching up my face because what does a guy say to something like that so I just shrugged my shoulder with Tim’s eyes suddenly bugging out.
“Oh…oh…I get it now. You saw Micah naked too and…well…you sort of noticed he was…you know?” He shrugged, and even though it wasn’t so awkward anymore it still got me to blush once again as I began to squirm around because this really was kind of weird while at the same time still making me curious about things.
“Well…um…yeah. I mean, why are you circumcised while he still has his skin? I mean, unless you had to for some medical reason.” I wondered out loud seeing his stupefied look.
“What? Why would I have my skin cut off for medical reasons? I mean, Chase doesn’t have his either. It happened right after we were born.” He added this time making me frown a bit perplexed.
“Why wouldn’t Micah be circumcised like you and Chase?” I wondered out loud because usually in a family that circumcises their kids they do it for all of their boys.
“I don’t know why Micah’s mom didn’t have him circumcised like our parents did with us. I mean, I suppose it is different for everyone. I’m sure most of my friends don’t have their skin either. From what Chase tells me most guys in his gym class are like me…you know…without their skin over their dickies; although, I like the way Micah’s looks on him and wonder what it would be like to have foreskin.” He explained as his words began to sink in with something not quite making sense.
“Wait, you said Micah’s mom…um…what does that mean?” I asked a bit confused.
“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean, everyone around here pretty much knows about it. I guess it is why those older boys were picking on him the other day. Most don’t care though, but I guess there are a couple of kids who tease him about it.” He exhaled softly looking a bit sad yet still not answering my question.
“I…what?” I asked seeing Tim glancing back towards me also a bit perplexed.
“Huh? Oh yeah…right…um…geeze Allen, I hope it doesn’t affect the way you feel about Micah, but um…he’s our foster brother. I mean to me and Chase his is like our real life little brother. We don’t even think of him as our little foster brother anymore, but actually more like a part of our family for real. He even calls my parents ‘mom and dad,’ and they are just that to him. We are a family, all five of us for real. My parents are even planning on adopting him to make it all official, but like with everything in an adult’s life these things take time.” He sighed biting his lower lip nervously at having revealed that part about Micah.
“Please Allen don’t hate Micah for being a foster kid. I mean he’s like the greatest kid ever. We love him so much and don’t want him to get hurt. He doesn’t deserve that…and…and…well…he’s my little brother and that’s that.” He insisted with me staring at him a bit stunned before managing to gather my composure again.
“Oh…I…um…I didn’t know. I mean…of course not. Micah being a foster kid doesn’t affect how I feel about him. I mean…I…he’s…,” shrugging my shoulders I stared at Tim with tears welling in my eyes because to be truthful I sort of felt that brotherly like connection with the little rascal myself. “Tim, I…I…love him too…you know…like a little brother, but how…um…how…what happened?” I asked with Tim looking at me for a moment as if debating what to say before patting the bed next to me indicating he wanted me to lie down next to him.
Crawling next to Tim and leaning back against the same pillow, the smaller boy sighed and grabbed my arm draping it over his shoulder and cuddling up to me. I had to smile because he was still half naked in nothing but his underwear, but now with it completely flaccid forming only a small little lump between his legs. Still, I thought he was so damn sexily sultry as I listened to him explaining how the smaller boy had suddenly appeared beneath their tree on, of all days, Christmas. We continued to chat while Tim explained how he felt Micah was a gift from Santa because even the boy’s name meant he was a ‘gift from God.’ I thought it was cute of Tim to still believe in such things. Of course the other boy explained he understood Santa wasn’t real in that sense of the word, but he did point out he believed in the idea of Santa being real in other ways, which I thought was kind of insightful on his part as we both fell silent for a while.
“Tim?” I sighed looking down at the younger boy who gazed back up at me.
“Hmmm?” He responded settling his head on my chest before interrupting my own thoughts as he made a comment. “You really do smell nice you know.” He giggled making me chuckle too as I inhaled deeply taking in his scent as well making me get sidetracked and forget what I was going to originally say.
“Well, now that you are all cleaned up you smell nice too Tim. Still like cookies and dirt I think; although, a bit more subtle in that regard.” I teased with the younger boy giggling and giving me a little elbow in the ribs making me flinch.
“Ouch…hey…,” I griped half heartedly with us chuckling as we shoved each other about in a playful way while being careful about his leg.
We continued to chat lightly for a good twenty minutes or so before I got serious again remembering what I was wanting to talk about earlier before I got sidetracked. “Tim, I’ve got a confession to make.” I began, biting my lower lip nervously knowing I was taking a bit of a trusting step with something personal about myself as well.
“Um…alright.” I heard Tim respond knowing he sensed there was something important. “I…uh…we are friends Allen and you can trust me. You can trust all of us…me, Chase, and Micah. You know that right?” He asked with me looking down at him and nodding my head.
“Yeah I know Tim, but sometimes it is hard to talk about some things. There’s a lot about me you guys don’t know, but I trust you guys enough for at least a little something right now. Some things are personal, and maybe I can talk about those too…maybe…but later. Just don’t hate me if I don’t open up all at once Tim. Things were kind of rough for a while there, but it is getting better.” I sighed shaking my head seeing that my comments weren’t making any sense, but appreciating how the other boy was being patient with me as I fell silent.
“It’s alright Allen; I suppose we all have personal things we keep to ourselves. You’re my friend though, Micah’s and Chase’s too. So no matter what you will always be that to us. I can promise you no matter what, we will always be your friend.” He assured me sounding oddly adult like as I furled my eyebrows in thought not completely convinced, but feeling maybe at some point I would be able to trust him and his brothers with my biggest secret.
“It’s just, in some ways I’m like Micah.” I spoke softly with Tim furling his eyebrows.
“You mean…like you’ve got skin over your dickie too?” He asked reverting to a more childlike state while glancing down at my crotch eyeing my goods curiously with my eyes widening in disbelief as I gawked at him before suddenly bursting out laughing and shaking my head because it was just too adorably sweet how innocent yet serious he was about his comment.
Once he realized that wasn’t what I wanted to tell him he retorted teasingly. “What, you don’t have foreskin…that kinda sucks now?” He teased batting his eyes at me all childlike like with us both giggling like a couple of little school girls.
Shaking my head I sighed. “Damn, you are just too much you know. I mean as serious as this is for me you still manage to make it sort of an easy thing. That’s what I really like about you Tim. You are a really great guy and a good friend to have because you make something so difficult a lot easier to deal with.” I giggled some more. “Even though having skin over my ‘dickie’ might be kind of neat, I don’t have one so that isn’t how I’m the same like Micah.” I emphasized the childlike penis word Tim seemed to prefer because I found the way he used was kind of cute before I got serious again. “It’s just…um…well…,” I sighed not feeling so bad now about what I was going to open up to with Tim, but still a bit nervous. “I’m a foster kid too. Like Micah, it wasn’t all too long ago, but with me it happened shortly after Christmas.” I admitted noticing Tim’s eyes welling up as he patted my chest affectionately.
“What…h…how’d it happen?” He asked softly, my own tears welling up now because I’ve never really talked to anyone about it before.
It was kind of a tough thing, but with Tim everything seemed easier to talk about as I began to open up telling him all about my mom. It was sad; especially, towards the end when she had been really sick. I even admitted to him how relieved I was when she finally passed away, not because I wanted her to die, but because I could see how much pain she had to go through. She had fought so hard and I knew this was because of me. In some ways I felt guilty because she had been in a lot of pain.
With tears streaming down my eyes I shook my head. “It’s awful Tim…to want your own mom to die so she isn’t in pain anymore. You have no idea how guilty I feel every day to have wanted such a thing for her, but she was dying and hanging on for all that time and in pain. The doctors said there wasn’t any hope left and it tore me from the inside out. Every day I prayed for her pain to go away, I prayed for her to die. It wasn’t fair.” I began to sob letting it all out.
The younger boy leaned in to me and I could feel his hand patting my arm sympathetically. It took me a second to realize it, but unexpectedly I felt another warm body cuddling up to me. Sniffling, I glanced over realizing it was the youngest of the Miner brothers. The small little blond boy wrapped me up in his arms holding me tightly and not letting go. The mattress moved again and I looked up noticing the tears streaming down the oldest of the Miner brothers as he too leaned in embracing all of us in his strong teenaged arms.
I wasn’t sure how much the other two brothers had heard, but it must have been enough for even Chase to be openly crying the way he was at the moment. It touched me in a tender way because all three of the brothers were comforting me, a boy who had been all but a stranger only a few days ago. I was moved by their heartfelt kindness because deep down they were treating me like a close friend, and feeling a soft kiss on my cheek given to me by none other than the oldest brother, I began to realize that no, not only just like a close friend, but in addition, like a member of their family. They embraced me without any prejudgments and loving open arms as I continued to sob for the loss of my mother, for the hurt and pain of being left behind, for all the taunts and teasing of my so called former friends, and now, for the warm hearted tenderness of others who were in some ways filling the empty void I felt inside.
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End of Pt2. Chapter Three: Allen – A Scent Of Cookies And Dirt
Coming Soon Pt.2. Chapter Four: Allen – A Revealing Evening
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