The Other Brother
Chapter 03
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EXCERPT OPENING
I put on my own gear and we pushed the ATV’s out of the barn. I couldn’t help myself as I fished out my iPhone and took some pictures of Anatoli in his riding gear standing next to his ATV. He posed some more thanking me for taking the pictures. I told him he can have whichever ones he liked.
We spent some time around the area as he became familiar with the ATV and I made sure he understood there were a lot of injuries on these machines because people don’t understand the limitations and dangers. He promised to be very careful, so with the lessons given we headed down the path leading back up into the hills.
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I really enjoyed working alongside Anatoli. He really put a lot of effort into doing his fair share of the work. I had taken him the long way around to the fence line so he could get a little drive time on his ATV and see some of the ranch. It was fun watching him drive around getting the feel for the vehicle. I even managed to get some killer pictures of him with my digital camera I normally kept in a hard case attached to my ATV’s rack. I always carried a few essentials like a first aid kit, some survival gear, basic tools, and most definitely my Winchester Model 94 Short Rifle I had gotten as a Birthday gift from my older brother Michael when I turned ten and not long before he got sick.
Anatoli was so jazzed up and didn’t hesitate to pitch in once we arrived to do some work. We only worked for about an hour before I called it quits for the day. At first I thought with all of the distractions I wouldn’t get much more done for the day, but the curly haired boy really had pitched in and I made pretty good progress. I enjoyed watching him as his lithe body flittered around following my instructions wherever I directed him. We finished repairing the last section of fence for the day and I sighed deeply.
“Ok, I think we can call it a day,” I finally announce. Anatoli wiped away some of the perspiration from his face and beamed with a sense of pride as he surveyed the sections of work he had completed. I walked over to him placing my arm around his shoulder and pulled him a little closer to me. He didn’t resist and slipped his arm around my waist. We were both a little sweaty from the work but we didn’t mind.
“I know,” I sighed as I surveyed the fence line. “I always feel proud after a good days work.”
Anatoli looked up at me and nodded his head. He seemed to understand what I was saying. We cleaned up the site putting everything back away into the trailer. I reached into the cooler and motioned for Anatoli to get something to drink. I had some bottles of water and some Gatorade. He chose a bottle of Grape flavored Gatorade and I chose the orange Gatorade. While we enjoyed the refreshing liquid I unhitched it from my ATV.
Anatoli looked at me questioningly, and I motioned towards the back hills. “I think we should have some fun and take a ride into the hills.” He grinned back and nodded his head emphatically in agreement. “Yes, please, lets….ride, vrmmm, vrmmmm,” he motioned in the universal hand on motorcycle throttle movement.
I laughed and nodded my head, “yes, let’s ride.” I strapped down the cooler onto the back rack area of my ATV and we geared up. Anatoli was waiting for me and eager to get going. I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. He was like a kid in a candy store, but this candy happened to be good ole red blooded American style fun. With a nod of my head I fired up my ATV and headed down the trail.
I started out slowly on some of the easier trails and gradually progressed to more difficult ones. A couple of hours later we found ourselves higher up in the hills and at one of my all time favorite overlook sites. From this vantage point we could see my house along with a lot of the valley. Slightly to the left of my ranch house, we could see Anatoli’s smaller ranch and Cabin style log house. Turning around we could see the gentle rolling hills and forested lands off in the distance.
“Yours?” Anatoli asked as I shook my head.
“No, not all of it; some yes, but most all of it as far as the eye can see the government. That’s all federal land.” I told him not knowing how much he understood as we turned back around.
“So how are you enjoying your ride?” I asked motioning towards his ATV.
“Excellent,” he beamed. “I like the riding…very much,” he said with a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon.
“C’mon,” I said, “let’s get back down to the house.”
It was late afternoon as we pulled up to the fence line and hooked up the trailer. It took us about another 30 minutes to get down to the homestead and Anatoli helped me put away everything in the barn. Grabbing the rest of my stuff, including the camera so I could download the pictures on my computer, we headed towards the house when Anatoli stopped and motioned towards the pool.
“Swim?” he asked pleadingly.
“I don’t know…I mean do you even have swim trunks?”
He looked at me trying to decipher the word ‘swim trunks.’
“You know,” I said making a swimming motion and then trying to hand sign indicating a pair of shorts across my crotch area. I don’t think he understood so I motioned him to follow me inside. We entered the mud room and I stripped out of my shirt and shoes but kept my pants on. Anatoli did the same thing and then followed me to my room. I rummaged through my dresser drawer until I found what I was looking for.
“Swim trunks,” I said holding up my pair of red swim shorts.
“Ah,” he said shaking his head no. He seemed a little downtrodden as I set down my trunks and then he seemed to perk up. Without saying another word he unsnapped his pants and dropped them to the floor and pointed to his underwear.
“Swim trunks,” he said giggling.
He had caught me off guard and all I could do is look at his snug fitting underwear as they hugged his little treasure chest and jewels. If those got wet I didn’t think there would be much to the imagination. I managed to rip my gaze away from his lovely little package, and gaped at him.
“Uh…I mean, um…yeah sure go ahead,” I finally relented. He yelled something unintelligible and hugged me, again. Wow, that was just so hot. He was almost completely naked and hugging me. I could feel his naked torso against my naked chest and felt his little bulge as he clutched me tightly. Once again I couldn’t resist and reached down giving his two globes a firm squeeze.
Like before he yelped playfully but managed to slip out of my grasp. Before I could say anything he stuck out his butt at me and slapping his back side said, “You tease.”
Not to be outdone I slapped his protruding backside as well catching him by surprise with him once more yelping trying to get out the door as we both laughed uncontrollably.
“Whoa, hold on one moment,” I said blocking the doorway. He stopped in his tracks looking at me questioningly.
“Yeah, down by the shower make sure you rinse off.”
He looked at me not understanding. I motioned him towards my window and pointed towards the shower head by the pool. “You know, shower,” I repeated making a running shower noise and motions as if I was showering. He nodded his head in understanding and headed out the door.
Shaking my head and chuckling I could hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway as I dropped my pants and underwear heaping them onto the pile Anatoli had created with his pair of jeans. Giving my sweaty pecker and balls a good tug since they were now freed up from their confinement, I reached over for my swim trunks, sat down on my bed, and slipped into them. I got up heading towards the doorway and stopped to fish out my cell phone. I paused briefly before heading out the door as I heard a shout of joy. I turned around looking out my window and smiled when I saw a flash of white skin as Anatoli jumped into the pool.
The more I got to know this kid the more I liked him. He seemed extremely open and outgoing. Most kids his age would have never gotten undressed so readily in front of someone who is pretty much a stranger or go swimming in their underwear. Sure technically speaking the boy was still covered up, but kids around here wouldn’t be caught dead going swimming in their boy’s briefs much less a skimpy one Anatoli was wearing. We seemed to be growing very close really fast. The way we were teasing each other was fun and exciting, but also a little disconcerting to me.
I mean, I do this kind of thing with some of my closest friend, but they were my age, and it was just sort of goofing around. But somehow, with Anatoli it seemed like more. I loved teasing him, but the feelings were very intense. For his part, he seemed to be enjoying the teasing around as well. He even at times seemed to be the instigator of these moments. It kind of made me wonder if there was more to Anatoli. I don’t know if he was intentionally leading things down this path or if it was something more childlike. He was still young, and all of this could plainly be something more innocent. Maybe it was simple curiosity and the fact he was in a new place without any friends yet. It could be too I was starting to read things into this which weren’t justified.
Whatever the case, I felt I would have to be more careful so things wouldn’t get out of hand and no one got hurt. I was much older than him and some of these things may have been alright with some of my same aged friends a few years ago, but things change when you get older.
I continued through the house heading towards the pool. I shuffled through my phone numbers on my iPhone and found the number for the deli house in town. I dialed the number and as luck would have it my friend Steve answered the phone.
“Hey, Stevie, what’s happening? I asked.
“Oh, you know, not much. It’s kind of slow around here and of course dad is all pissy as usual. What’s up on your end?” My friend chuckled.
“Well I’ve been trying to bang out some of my chores, but I’ve knocked off for the day. With the fireworks factory blowing up I sent out my dinner over to my dad and the staff over there so I’m needing some of that great pizza you guys prepare.”
“Cool dude, your usual then?”
“Yeah, but you might also want to include a small house specialty pizza as well. I’ve got someone staying over, and don’t know if he can handle that sort of heat on the pizza.”
“Sure no problem. Do you want to pick it up or should I come by and drop it off after my shift in about thirty minutes? By the way who is over?”
“I got this kid staying over who just moved into ole man Markovich’s house. His niece finally got her Work Visa and she brought her son with her. I guess her husband is still waiting for permission to come over to the U.S. Anyway she had to get to work because of the fireworks factory, and being new and all to the area didn’t want to leave her son home alone. So yeah, drop the pizza off after your shift, which should be just about perfect timing. ”
“Geeze, sounds like a headache. I feel for you,” my friend stated. He had younger brothers and always felt they were such a hassle.
“Nah, he’s pretty cool actually. I took him out to my fence line and he actually pitched in. He doesn’t seem to be the spoiled little brat type. You should have seen him blasting around on my old ATV. He’s got some natural talent. He pretty much kept up as I tore up the landscape around the ranch.”
“Sounds cool, not like my little bratty brothers,” he stated seriously. “It’s like my folks always force me to work over here at the deli joint and my brothers don’t need to do squat. Hell, I started working when I was younger than them, yet my folks are always whining saying how I’m the oldest and all. It’s a bunch of bull and they should make my snot nosed brothers work too.” He stated disgustedly and I had to agree because even though his little brothers weren’t too bad in my opinion they should have to do some stuff too if Stevie had to at their age.
“Yeah I guess…right now we are going for a dip at the pool. If you want you can have some pizza with us when you drop by and hang out a bit before you head home.”
I knew he didn’t like going home. There were some problems with his parents, and he always seemed to get stuck watching over his little brothers, so every chance he got he stayed away from home.
“Yeah, cool. I’ll let my old lady know. She won’t have a problem since it is you. Anyone else and she’d be giving me grief,” he stated chuckling. “I’ll catch you on the flip side bro.”
“Keep it real,” I replied hanging up the phone and stepping outside the warm air washing over me once more.
Rinsing off at the shower head I shivered despite the hot weather because the water was icy cold. I could hear Anatoli whooping it up as he pulled himself out of the pool. I almost popped a boner as he ran around the edge of the pool towards the diving board. I had been right, the fabric of his underwear was almost see through when wet, and I could clearly see the outline of his little package as the saturated fabric clung to his skin. I shut off the shower head just in time to see him wave at me as he sprung on the board into a cannon ball.
Pausing for a second or two I took a running start trying to time it just right and launched myself from the edge of the pool landing a couple of feet from him just as his head popped out of the water. I heard a big thumping noise in my ears indicating I had just created a gigantic splash. Several seconds later my head popped out of the water just as Anatoli was recovering from almost being drowned.
He laughed and propelled himself towards me trying to dunk my head under water. I was bigger and stronger, and if I had wanted to I could have prevented him, but I thought it was only fair turnaround play. He put his weight behind the attempt forcing my head beneath the surface.
I re-emerged noticing him launch another attack swimming up behind me as he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He held on for dear life when I squirmed around and bucked like a bronco. I could feel the boy pressing himself up tightly against my body his little bulge burrowing up against my lower back. It was invigorating. We horsed around like that for a few minutes before I called for a truce.
“Just for a moment,” I said hauling myself out of the pool. I headed over to the patio and beckoned him to follow. We had a pretty cool patio area with chairs, umbrellas, a wet bar, BBQ pit, and a brick oven all under a few trees sprinkled around providing some much needed shade. I rooted around behind the wet bar until I found what I was looking for. Anatoli had been looking on intently wondering what was going on. He held his arms around his chest as water dripped from his body. I grabbed a towel and quickly rubbed off some of the excess water from his torso and legs.
“Here,” I said handing him the bottle of sun screen. “With your lily white skin you’ll burn for sure in no time at all.”
He understood and thanked me since he didn’t want to get burned. He squirted a liberal amount of lotion into his left palm and handed the bottle back to me while he rubbed the goopy stuff all over the front of his body. I squirted some out into my hand too and started to work on his back where he wouldn’t be able to reach. He flinched at the touch of the cool lotion on his back, but then resumed his work.
While I worked his back I kept looking down at his cute little rounded firm perky butt as they wiggled around when he moved. The wet fabric of his underwear was slightly translucent and I could see a little of the skin color through the material. He finished up on his body and put the final touches to his face and neck before turning around facing me. I noticed something else and wasn’t sure if I should broach the subject with him or not, but decided I would because I really didn’t want him to get burned. I knelt down and turning him sideways pointed to his underwear.
“Your wet underwear,” I hesitated, “it’s not that good protection. You should rub some lotion on…ah, you know,” I pointed towards his little package. He was looking strangely at me and I pressed up the fabric against his leg showing him how his skin could be seen through the fabric.
He nodded his understanding and grabbed the bottle of lotion. He was still turned sideways to me as he glanced towards me before stretching out the elastic band from his waist careful not to reveal anything important and dipped his hand inside the wet material. I was still on my knees so didn’t have the vantage point as I would have had were I still standing, but I still managed to get a brief glimpse of his naked shaft before his hand covered it up. I figured he must not have realized I would have been able to see anything because of how careful he had been about not actually exposing anything important.
Before his hand had covered up his shaft it had looked to me like he was circumcised which made me think I hadn’t really seen him. From what I’ve heard, I thought most boys from the European countries weren’t cut and had foreskin. The odds of him being circumcised were pretty slim I thought to myself. I turned my head away from Anatoli not wanting him to think I was trying to sneak a look even though I really was. He rubbed around inside his underwear pretty good making sure to cover everything, and then took another liberal amount and rubbed in some more for good measure.
I guess he wanted to make damn sure his all important little tackle and jig didn’t get burned. I winced at the thought of getting burned down there and wondered if something like that were to happen how long it would be before I would be able to play with my little horned up teen-hood again. I might be able to survive one day and night without any action on my stick shift, but more than that would make me go berserk for sure. I wondered if that’s how drug addicts felt about their drugs. It couldn’t be all that much different because I sure was addicted to pleasing my disco stick. I don’t even recall a time anymore where my playstation hadn’t seen any fingering or tongue action at least once a day someway or somehow. Most of the time the thing got pleasured several times a day using my own hand, but every once in a while we would get lucky and it would receive a special treat with someone else giving it a good tugging or slurping of the mouth. Of course the special treat was very seldom, and too few too far in-between, but hey we took what we could when we could, I chuckled to myself in typical teen fashion.
Anatoli finished up and handed me the bottle bringing me out of my musings. He turned his back to me and hooked the fabric of his underwear with his thumbs and pulled them down exposing his beautiful lily white little globes to me. I was kind of shocked he had done that just out of the blue for no reason.
“Please, put on,” he asked politely. Understanding now dawned on me, after all I can be slow at times.
“Uh…yeah sure,” I stuttered. To try and lighten the mood I added, “Tease.” He turned his head towards me, stuck out his tongue, and giggled.
I put some lotion in my left palm before rubbing both of my hands together, and then with them visibly shaking reached out gently placing my hands to his bare bottoms. His skin was so smooth and soft as I gently rubbed in the lotion. He shifted a little and spread apart his legs a little more revealing the bottom of his little smooth ball sack as they swung freely between his legs. Wow, I couldn’t believe I was getting this kind of show. The only thing that would be better is if he took off his underwear and turned around so I could see him in all his glory. I was fairly certain if he knew I could see the bottom part of his ball sack from this angle the boy would have been embarrassed and quickly covered up. It wasn’t like he was too concerned about me seeing him half naked and all, but I got the sense he was a bit more sensitive about showing off his actual goods.
I tried to control myself as I rubbed some more lotion into my hands and applied it liberally to his gorgeous globes. I shifted my hands a little so I could get the crease where his butt cheek and leg started. My right hand slunk a couple inches down his left inner leg and then back up. As I slid it back up I slipped my hand a little more in and let the back of my fingers brush gently across his soft smooth little nut sack. He flinched a little at the quick contact, but he didn’t move as I repeated the same motion on his right leg with my left hand.
Once again the back side of my fingers brushed against his silky hairless nut sack but this time he didn’t flinch. I think he was expecting it and even opened his legs a little more at that point and leaned over slightly so I had more access. This was getting creepy again on my part so I quickly removed my hands. I mean on the one hand he seemed cautious about me actually seeing his hidden treasure yet didn’t seem to mind if I brushed up against his little trinkets.
I slapped his bottom with a loud smack and was rewarded with a yelp from the little whelp as he flinched away. He managed to get his underwear back up over his back side and waggled a finger at me.
“Bad boy,” he said trying to keep a stern look on his face, but he couldn’t control himself as he burst out in a full blown laughter attack. I chuckled as well and motioned for him to take a seat in one of the lounge chairs. He motioned he wanted to go swimming, but I held up my five fingers.
“You need to wait five minutes until the lotion soaks in for the protection,” I stated.
“O.K.,” he said plunking himself down and sighed in contentment as he stretched out his body.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. He looked so damn adorably cute in his near naked state. The fabric of his bikini style underwear settled around tightly against his little boyhood. I could clearly see the small two inch outline of his flaccid penis pointing off towards his right shoulder. With it not being quite half way through his eleventh year in my estimation it would appear to be just about the average size for a boy his age. My eyes shifted to his boy satchel which seemed to huddle comfortably between his legs.
Not able to contain myself I grabbed my iPhone and snapped off a couple of pictures of him laying there wishing I had brought out my digital camera instead. He was still stretched out there soaking up the sun as I zoomed it in and got a nice picture of his cute little relaxed face. I don’t know why I did it, but I then adjusted the angle, leaving it in the zoom setting and clicked a picture of his nice little boy baubles through his almost transparent pair of bikini style underwear.
Looking up quickly to make sure he hadn’t seen me I quickly glanced back down as the picture I had just taken flashed across the screen. There in front of me on the screen was a crisp clear image of his little playstation. I wondered how clear it was so actually flicked my fingers getting it to zoom in more surprised at just how sharp it really was on the screen. I could clearly see the outline of his pecker and balls and even see the skin coloration through the material. How hot is that? I asked myself.
I started to click off the camera feature when he stretched out his little body. He still had his eyes closed when he stretched out sucking in his stomach so I snapped a couple of more pictures. With the first one the camera was still in the zoom mode as I captured him scrunching up his crotch stretching the material up tightly against the flesh. I managed to get the camera zoomed out for another shot with his crotch area and upper body before he relaxed and settled back into the chair. He had left his eyes closed the entire time.
Not wanting to press my luck I quickly flipped off the camera feature and switched it to my text messages. Just as I got it switched over Anatoli spoke up. “What you do?” he asked me a little warily.
I looked up seeing him scrutinizing me a little suspiciously. He must have thought I was taking pictures of him like that, which of course I had been. I flipped the phone around so he could see the screen and said, “I’m checking on some of my text messages from my friends.”
He looked at me and I knew he didn’t understand all of what I had said so I walked over and sat down next to him so he could get a closer look at the screen. I let him watch me as I went through some of my messages and replied back to them.
“Friends?” He asked me.
“Yeah, many of them know I do a lot of work around the ranch so instead of calling me and possibly interrupting me in the middle of a project, they text…write to me. Then when I have time, I text…write them back.”
Throughout the explanation I was sort of hand signaling to him so that he could understand me better. This method seemed to work pretty well as he nodded his understanding. He probably didn’t understand the entire conversation, but I think he got the gist of it and I had a feeling he understood more than he was letting on. I took Spanish classes in school and I found it was much easier to understand what someone said than actually trying to speak the language. I got up from the chair and extended a hand hoisting him up.
“Let’s swim,” I said as I dropped my phone on the chair and sprinted for the water with him just a few steps behind me. We both leaped into the air and landed in the water a few feet apart from one another creating a tsunami wave which lapped over the sides of the pool. We both sputtered when our heads resurfaced and laughed while the waves hit the side of the pool and then started back towards us lifting up our weight a little as they passed us by.
Anatoli giggled splashing some water into my face which set off a water fight. This progressed into a wrestling match as we jumped, squirmed, and snatched at each other for position. I was bigger and stronger than Anatoli, but I allowed him to gain the upper hand every once in a while, just as my older brother had done with me years ago.
Then it happened, by sheer accident when Anatoli grabbed for me he actually latched onto my pecker and balls. He wasn’t aiming for my crotch, but I had shifted trying to elude him and when he tried to grab a hold of me he actually managed to snag onto my crotch. I felt a little pain when he tried to get a grip on me and clamped down on my teen sized package; however, I also felt a sense of thrill course through my body at the same time just at the mere touch of someone else other than myself on my pride and joy.
He realized too late what had happened and his eyes opened wide as he stuttered and stammered trying to get out an apology.
“Ooooh, that’s it for you,” I screamed with a wicked smile on my face as I lunged towards him. He squealed like a girl and giggled at the same time as my right arm dove through the gap between his legs and my left arm wrapped around the back of his neck. With a heave I lifted him up and out of the water. He giggled and squealed in delight as I pushed my weight on top of him dunking us both under the water. We stayed beneath the surface holding our breath for a moment or two before I gathered my legs under me and lifted him out of the water again as he sputtered and gasped for air. I dunked him again and lifted him out of the water for a second time.
At this point we were by the shallow end next to the walk in stairs that led into the pool. The water depth was just below my waist level. I lifted him onto the edge of the pool and set him down on his back whereby I set upon him with my second round of attack. My older brother used to do this to me and I remembered how I screamed my head off for mercy.
With him pinned on his back I took a deep breath setting my lips right over his navel and blew creating that farting sound as air escaped through my lips. I was rewarded with a shriek of laughter as the tickling sensation coursed through Anatoli’s stomach. He bucked and squirmed begging for mercy as I sucked in some more air and lowered my lips for another round.
“No!” he squealed as he saw my attack and tried to squirm out of the way and bucked his hips.
Because of his last minute shift my lips didn’t fall over his navel like it had on the first attempt. His underwear had shifted down low around him during the struggle and was being held up only because of his little bulge in front and his rounded butt cheeks in back. As he bucked his hips into the air my lips found themselves right smack dab on the flat surface of his hairless little pubic mound area. His skin felt silky smooth on my lips as I blew out air through the narrow slit of my mouth and felt him bucking again squealing with laughter as the sensation not only coursed through his stomach but also his balls and penis this time around.
I could feel his two inch flaccid penis and grape sized balls press up against my cheeks. My own little snake twitched inside their confined netted material beneath the coarse fabric of my swimming trunks because of the sensation from feeling his little manhood so close to my mouth. I felt the sudden urge to slurp up his little wet noodle and fool around with it in my mouth like spaghetti.
My mind was exploding from the sensual feelings I was getting and I couldn’t concentrate. In normal circumstances I would have just released him not wanting things to progress any further. With my weight and strength advantage this wasn’t a fair thing to hold down Anatoli and keep him trapped. But my mind was in overdrive and my sexual urges were taking a hold of me.
I lifted my lips off of the poor little guy and released the grip from my right. Then with the same hand I reached out and seized his little lumpy bulge. He screamed and bucked again in utter shock as my right fingers clamped down and gently squeezed his little manhood. He was laughing so hard from the tickling sensation tears were rolling down his cheeks as he begged for mercy.
I intended it to be only a quick grab, but with my loosened grip on him he managed to roll onto his stomach desperately clamping his hands down on top of mine as his instincts took over his actions. Now both of his hands along with mine were trapped under the weight of his body. I could feel his little just under two inch snub nosed pistol twitch under the soft fabric of his underwear as he rolled around and only managed to shove his crotch deeper into my hand.
I don’t know why I did it, but I managed to adjust my grip wrapping my fingers all the way around his shaft and the soft fabric of his underwear getting a good feeling for the size of his little piston as it rapidly expanded in my clasp. The feeling of having his boyhood in my hand while it went from a softened state to one that was hard as a nail was thrilling and my body thrummed with electricity. I could feel his little pecker expand in my hand as blood surged through his little tube. I squeezed that petite tool of his and jacked him a few pumps until his pecker thickened and elongated to its full size. It finally stretched and topped out at what felt like a good two and a half inches and the circumference thickened as well. From all indications, I felt that all in all he had a decent sized package for a boy his age. I figured his size was pretty close to what most boys his age had or even maybe that of a twelve year old even if it was on the low end of average.
I know, most people would think an erection of only two and a half inches for an eleven year old is small, but a quick search shows this is a pretty average size for an eleven year old. There are many charts out there providing a range in penis size by age, but most kids tend to go by the upper end of the spectrum and don’t realize how a range of let’s say between two inches and three inches doesn’t mean the average size is three inches. As a matter of fact it doesn’t mean the average size is two and a half inches either. It just means boys in that particular age bracket are between two and three inches.
A good example is the average erection size of a twelve year old boy is two point three inches, but if you get a chart it indicates the average range for an erection of a boy twelve years old is between two to four inches. This means most, but not all, boys who are twelve years old will have an erection somewhere between two inches long all the way up to four inches long.
Coming to his senses, Anatoli rolled onto his back realizing he had only managed to trap my hand. I was finally able to release him from my grip. With uncontrollable laughter still emanating from deep inside of him, he immediately grabbed his crotch in a defensive protective manner and scooted out of the way a little. The exchange had tickled and sent new sensations coursing through his little body.
He rotated onto his knees and struggled to pull up his underwear as he desperately tried to adjust his stiff little spike. He was laughing so hard he was having problems getting himself back in order. I noticed his little pecker stretching and tenting out the wet fabric of his underwear. His face turned a little red with embarrassment as he finally managed to stand on his feet turning his back to me.
Looking back over his shoulder and with a mischievous smile on his face he stuck his tongue out at me. His eyes sparkled with good humor as he lowered the back side of his underwear and stuck his bare butt out to me. He started to say something to me, but I beat him to the punch.
“Damn, you’re such a tease,” I laughed holding onto my stomach and doubling over. I was whooping it up so hard it almost hurt.
“First you grab me and now you are offering me your little cherry virginal ass,” I said laughing and backing up from him. He seemed to understand what I was saying and I could see his jaw drop in astonishment. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing seemed to come to mind. He looked so embarrassed and ashamed. The look on his face had changed dramatically. Only moments before his face had the look of such happiness and innocence. I was starting to feel bad for him so decided to deflate the situation.
I got my laughing under control as he hauled his underwear back up in place and looked at me dejectedly over his left shoulder. I held up my hands in a sign of truce.
“I’m just messing with you. I know grabbing me was an accident. I’m sorry, but I got a little carried away. Forgive me?” I asked.
He turned toward me and looked towards the ground. He looked absolutely horrified and miserable. I really felt bad at what had just happened, and I looked down ashamed of myself. I was supposed to be looking after his wellbeing and without intending to had really taken advantage of the situation. I spread apart my hands and started to look up again in another attempt to apologize when something flashed in front of me followed by a flood of water gushing over my body and head.
I sputtered and gasped for air as I spit out the water from my gaping mouth. Anatoli’s head surfaced from the water a few feet away and he burst out in laughter. He splashed some more water in my face while I recovered from the first onslaught of my dousing and he busted a gut as I once again sputtered and tried to spew out another mouthful of water.
“You little shit,” I sputtered. “You set me up,” I said spitting out the last remnants of water from my mouth.
Anatoli just smirked as he leaped towards me while my guard was down. He managed to wrap his legs around my waist and drape his arms about my neck. I looked into his deep blue laughing eyes and my heart melted. I couldn’t stay mad at the gorgeous visage staring me in the eyes. He surprised me again as he hugged me tight and then kissed me on the cheek.
“I forgive,” he said beaming with pride at having turned the table on me.
I snorted in defeat and gave him a hug feeling his body pressing tight up against me. I could feel his little bulge dig into my stomach as he returned the tender embrace.
“You really are a little shit you know,” I chuckled. He loosened his grip and leaned back.
“Yes,” he stated simply.
We both looked at each other and laughed. He untangled himself from around me and we headed towards the edge of the pool and leaned against the side to relax. We merely stood there not saying another word. My thoughts wandered over the days events as I pictured critical moments in my mind seeing him practically in the nude and how his warm little tool box felt in my hands and fingers. I felt my own little tool twitch as it started to inflate from my naughty thoughts.
Just then I heard a familiar voice shouting a greeting from the gate. Anatoli looked questioningly at me. “Dinner,” I declared.
“Come in Stevie, we’re back over here,” I shouted as I hauled myself out of the water. Anatoli opted to stay in the cool water and started to swim around a little. I greeted Stevie and took the pizzas off of his hands as he looked over towards Anatoli. We walked towards the brick oven and I placed both pizzas onto a large pizza stone. I shoved it in the oversized oven area and turned on the gas and fired it up. I set the timer to 15 minutes and sat down on one of the lounge chairs.
Stevie settled down on the chair next to me and we both watched Anatoli as he got out of the pool and jumped off the diving board tucking into a cannon ball which created a big splash.
“Damn, that’s one hell of a cutie pie over there Robby. Man if I were a few years younger I’d tap that short pipeline in a heartbeat and suck on it hard for a gusher,” he said seriously to me as he chuckled.
One thing about Stevie is that he is just one hell of a horn dog. During our younger experimental years he was always in on the action. These days he has plenty of girls that handle his business, and he isn’t shy about them either.
“Leave the kid be Stevie. He’s only eleven and I don’t even think there is enough there for a gusher much less a drop in that channel,” I snorted conspiratorially.
“So that’s ole Mr. Markovich’s…great nephew,” Stevie concluded as he thought about it a moment making sure he used the correct connection and terminology. “Damn, he sure as hell doesn’t take after the old man in the looks department, does he?”
“Geeze is that all you ever think about,” I retorted laughing at Stevie’s sincerity.
“Hell yeah, what else is there in life?” He asked me critically.
We both stopped talking for a moment as Anatoli made his way towards us. He was dripping wet and his practically translucent underwear didn’t leave much to the imagination as his little tool box squirmed and shifted around as he walked.
“Damn, I gotta get a picture of this,” Stevie said fishing out his cell phone and drooling all over himself at the gorgeous creature walking towards him.
Anatoli stopped in his tracks a little weirded out that this guy wanted to take a picture of him in nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear.
“Put that away,” I stated as I grabbed his cell phone before he could take a picture.
“What the hell were you planning to do with it anyway? Email everyone and have it plastered all over the internet. It’s going to be hard enough as it is when he starts classes in a few months being the new kid and all. He doesn’t need a picture of him half naked being emailed to all the kids in school. Geeze, don’t you ever think Stevie.”
My friend just stared at me, then at Anatoli, and then back at me. “Think?” He said. “What the hell for? That’s why I’ve got you.” He said giving me a punch in the arm and snatching back his cell phone tucking it back away in his pocket.
Anatoli grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. He looked at me and pointed to Stevie. “Gay?” He asked.
“What! Hell No!” Stevie shouted a bit flabbergasted. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being Gay, but I’m a love machine. I got girls coming out the woodworks.”
Anatoli looked at me cynically seemingly not taking Stevie’s comments seriously.
“What’s wrong with this kid?” Stevie asked. “Doesn’t he speak any English?”
“No…yes…I mean sort of,” I tried to explain. I was a little amused at Stevie’s defensiveness. “He speaks very little English, but he does understand a little more.”
I looked back towards Anatoli and pointed to Stevie.
“Gay…no! Horny Prick…yes!” I stated.
“That’s right, I’m horny as….Hey!” Stevie shouted at me. “There’s no call in getting nasty about it,” he stated seriously.
“Kid,” he stated getting Anatoli’s attention and pointing to himself. “Horny…yes. Fuck lots of girls. Like a rabbit,” he said as he made a humping motion with his hips and a slapping motion with his hands on a pretend girl’s butt. “Get it?” He asked.
Anatoli smiled and nodded his understanding. “Ahhhhh Yes, Wham! Bam! Fini!” he stated as he demonstrated the actions with his little pinky finger.
During his explanation he had held up his hand with his pinky finger curled up indicating a teensy weensy flaccid penis. He then straightened it out indicating a minuscule boner and added the words ‘Wham,’ and ‘Bam,’ then curled his pinky up again indicating a puny flaccid penis and the word ‘Fini.’
“That’s right…” Stevie started out and then catching on said, “hey, that ain’t right man. My pecker’s huge,” he said making a width with his two hands of about seven or eight inches long.
I looked at Anatoli rolling my eyes and shook my head in the negative holding my fingers apart indicating only about four or five inches. Anatoli stifled a giggle and Stevie didn’t see my gesture so continued on. “And there’s a lot more ‘Whams and Bams’ going on before the ‘Fini,’ part” he said looking at Anatoli and me trying to get some sympathy.
“Don’t look at me,” I said busting a gut at Anatoli’s joke and Stevie’s crestfallen expression. “This kids on a roll. He just outsmarted me a few minutes ago. You’re better off just dropping the matter and calling it quits while you are just drowning up to your nose and not totally submerged,” I said.
With the towel still wrapped around his torso, Anatoli purposely sat down next to me on the lounge chair and snuggled up against my warm body. He grabbed my arm and wrapped it around his shoulder.
“Well I guess he’s made his choice,” I said to Stevie. “I guess you’re not as hot as you thought,” I teased.
“Humph,” he grunted crossing his arms and looking at us crossly. “I think that kid understands more English than he’s letting on,” he alleged dejectedly.
We all sat there in silence for several seconds and then just couldn’t contain ourselves. I cracked first as I started giggling from the entire exchange, followed by Stevie, and finally Anatoli who beat us at the game once again as he held out the longest before giving in. Before long we were laughing uncontrollably and didn’t even have to say anything. All it took was one look before someone was set off which in turn set the rest of us off. The only thing that saved us was the timer going off indicating the pizzas were done.
We eagerly headed over to the oven. Anatoli and Stevie stood by impatiently as I carefully pulled out both pizzas and sliced them up. I grabbed some soda pop for all of us out of the refrigerator by the bar table and we sat down diving in to our meal. Both Stevie and I grabbed a slice of the spicy hot pizza and Anatoli hesitated a moment before reaching for a slice as well.
“I don’t know if you will like this one Anatoli,” I quipped before he could take a bite. He looked at me tentatively to see if I was playing a joke on him. “It’s really spicy hot,” I continued. He still stared not really understanding. I then motioned to him as if I was taking a bite and then made a fanning motion with my hand saying, “Hot…hot….hot,” and pretended to reach for a glass of water to drink and then made that fanning motion again saying, “Hot…hot…hot.”
“Oh,” he said as he watched me and Stevie take a bite out of our slices. The pizza really was pretty spicy. It was a creation my brother and I had come up with several years ago. It had burned our tongues but we both ate it not wanting to be outdone by the other, not to mention it really was delicious. Over the years we had become accustomed to the fiery morsel, enjoying every bite. The pizza had chicken, cheese, real crispy crumbled bacon pieces and thick slices of Canadian bacon, pineapple, hot sauce, minced jalapeno peppers, and very spicy chili sauce. Sounds like a weird combination; especially, the pineapple chunks, but we found the sweetness of the pineapples added just the right counterbalance.
Stevie was starting to sweat from the spicy heat of his pizza slice. He loved the flavor of the pizza, but never really was able to get over the spiciness of it. Anatoli watched another moment and carefully took a bite and started to chew. His eyes widened as the flavors mixed in with the spiciness portion exploded in his mouth. He seemed to like what he was tasting although you could tell it was burning his mouth. He swallowed and then took a sip of water and waited a moment before taking another bite.
He seemed to be fairing better than Stevie and managed to finish a few moments after I finished my own slice. I had discovered how as you ate more of this tasty morsel the less it burned and the more the flavors exploded in your mouth. Seems as if Anatoli was finding this pizza recipe quite the tasty meal. Anatoli grinned at me and nodded his head in approval at my choice of pizza.
“Very…hot…um…spicy,” he agreed, “but…yummy.” He said rubbing his tummy and reached over to take another slice of the spicy hot pizza.
Stevie just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Kid, just remember, its hot goin down, but burns when it comes out.” He opted for a slice of the other pizza. That one had Canadian bacon, pineapple, sausage, and cheese.
I almost gagged on my pizza when Stevie alluded to the ‘burning out the ass’ analogy and I laughed because he really was sincere about it. Anatoli seemed to understand and laughed as well. He made a fanning motion with his left hand next to his face and then stood up and made a fanning motion with both of his hands next to his butt. This set off a round of laughter from all of us as he then boldly took a large bite in defiance. I really admired this kid. For a moment it was almost like having a brother again, but this time I was the older one.
We sat around the shaded area munching our meals and drinking our soda pop just enjoying the company. We laughed, we ate, and we had fun teasing each other. Time seemed to pass by as we slowly ate every bite of our pizzas. There was a lot of it, but that never stopped a couple of hungry teenagers and one pre-teen.
Stevie looked at the time on his cell phone and declared he had to take off. His peeps had given him permission to stay for dinner, but wanted him home before they took off for a night out in town.
“Stuck looking after the little brats,” again he said as he got up and sighed.
“Sorry about that Stevie,” I shook my head sadly.
“Well, no worries. Maybe I can get Christine over to help me out with my problem,” he smiled back at me mischievously.
“Yeah, I wonder just what problem you’re referring to,” I teased.
“Well you know how it is, I’m always open to any kind of assistance I can get,” he chuckled as he grabbed onto his jewels giving them a firm squeeze.
Anatoli had sat by quietly listening to the exchange and giggled at Stevie’s antics. Stevie looked at him and gave him a friendly smack on the arm. “You’ll understand soon enough kid, and believe me I don’t think you’ll have any problems getting a helping hand in that department.” He said as he tried to sneak a peak under the younger boy’s towel. Anatoli smacked his hand away wagging a finger at him and saying, “Tease.”
I laughed at the look Stevie gave both of us. “Geeze, Stevie,” I quipped. “The kid’s only eleven you know. Stop corrupting him at such a young age.”
“Yeah, well we weren’t all that much older when we started corrupting ourselves,” he retorted back to me. I couldn’t argue his point so just dropped it. I glanced over at Anatoli and noticed he was intently watching our friendly back and forth bantering. He had a smirking grin on his visage as he watched us. The exchange had been one of good humor and ribbing like boys tend to do at our age and Anatoli seemed to enjoy the show.
I walked Stevie back out through the gate and to his car. “Later dude,” I said as we bumped knuckles. “Good luck with Christine.” With that he hopped in his car and headed down the road. Around these parts a driver’s license didn’t count for much with many kids learning to drive at a young age. It was necessary in these parts with most kids having to get around on the ranch to do chores.
I latched the gate and headed back around the corner. Anatoli had jumped back in the pool and was playing around a little. I thought about having him call it a day because I didn’t want him to get sunburned, but we had put on a lot of sunscreen and a good portion of the time had been spent under the shaded area while we ate. I waved to him and let him have his fun.
I cleaned up our mess by the wet bar and headed inside. I figured it might be a good time to get cleaned up so I headed back to my room. I snatched up a clean pair of shorts, tucked my cell phone into the pocket, pulled off my wet bathing suit dropping them on top of the other dirty clothes from earlier, and walked naked across the hallway into the bathroom.
Our bathrooms didn’t have any locks on them, but there really wasn’t any need because it was just dad and I now. Before it had only been me and my brother who shared this bathroom. Back then we would walk in on one another and do whatever needed to be done without any further thoughts even if one of us was taking a shower. My dad had his own bathroom downstairs, and we had another three quarter bathroom just off of the living room that was used by visitors.
I closed the door and set down my pair of shorts on the counter. I adjusted the water temperature and hopped in letting the warm water cascade down my naked torso. I quickly shampooed up my hair and rinsed it clean. Next I got some body soap and started scrubbing myself clean of the chlorine from the pool.
My mind wandered over this past days’ event with Anatoli, remembering the first time I saw him along with the first time I had gotten a quick glimpse of the outline of his boner in the mud room. My brain quickly shifted to the time in my room where he changed into his jeans and I caught just a quick hint of a part of his nut sack as one of his grape sized balls briefly popped out the side of his underwear. My mind swiftly shifted again flittering to the scene at the pool as I rubbed some sunscreen on his soft smooth globes and how my fingers brushed against the smooth underside of his exposed sack. The scene changed to him lying on the lounge chair with his legs spread apart exposing the fleshy colored outline of his tackle box in the virtually translucent fabric of his underwear. Finally I saw ourselves as we wrestled around at the pool with me wrapping my fingers around his soft fleshy hose feeling it stiffen and expand like a piece of hard two and a half inch tubular steel.
I shuddered at the scenes unfolding behind my closed eyes and my skin tingled as electricity seemed to course through my small frame. My own three inch shaft was quickly expanding to its rigid four inch size and my breathing was starting to become erratic as I softly caressed the tip of my little piston. I could feel my purplish colored little mushroom head expand as the blood started coursing through my little shaft. I wanted to jack myself right there and then so badly and started to wrap my fingers around the shaft of my own piece of iron. I stopped short of pumping myself into a frenzy and tried to get myself back under control because I didn’t want to take the chance that Anatoli may walk in on me. There would be plenty of time for that later after he was asleep and I was tucked away safely in my own bed.
Shit I said to myself. I’m perving on a little boy. If you would have told me that yesterday I would have denied the possibility. I mean, sure a few years ago when I was younger and messing around with other boys my own age I would fantasize about them, but this was different. I was much older now and he was so young, not to mention I had become interested in girls. Many of my sexual guy playmates had progressed in the same fashion. Back then it was more about self discovery and experimenting as we blossomed into sexual beings. These days we were more experienced about our own bodies, yet still stumbling to seek our answers to the age ole question of how girls think and operate, and why they had such an effect on us.
I finished rinsing off and opened the shower curtain grabbing a towel off the rack. My semi-hard tube bobbed up and down as I stepped out of the tub. I rubbed my body dry and stepped into my pair of clean shorts. I finished straightening myself up, hung the towel up to dry, opened the cabinet pulling out a clean towel for Anatoli, and left the bathroom.
The blond curly haired boy was still leisurely swimming around the pool floating on his back with his eyes closed. His back was arched keeping him afloat as he breathed in and out while his legs dangled below the surface of the water. Every time he took a breath inwards his body would raise a little out of the water. I almost laughed at the comical scene as his little playstation emerged and then submerged in timing of his breathing, and also because of the little ripples of water that the action created.
I walked over to the edge of the pool and just couldn’t resist as I once more fished out my iPhone from my pocket and snapped a few picture. I took one picture of his body as it lifted out of the water, then zoomed in to his crotch area and waited until he breathed in again and snapped another one just as it popped out of the water into the open air. After taking the pictures I put the phone away and called out.
“Hey, I think it’s time you get out of the pool and come inside to get cleaned up. It’s been a long day, and depending on what time your mother gets back tomorrow maybe we will have some more time when we wake up to go for a ride and then another dip in the pool. He protested a little, but didn’t put up too much of a fuss as he reluctantly climbed out of the pool. I watched him as he grabbed some portions of his underwear and wrung them out. As he did this the fabric pulled here and there pressing up against his cute little package.
We headed inside and Anatoli found his way to his room and snatched up something from his bag before heading towards the bathroom shutting the door behind him. I heard the shower water running as I picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and headed towards the bathroom. I figured he should be inside the shower already starting his cleanup process.
I knocked on the door, “Hey Anatoli is it alright to come in for a second.” There was a brief pause before he replied, “Yes, o.k.”
I slowly opened the door and with my head barely looking around the door jamb asked again just to be sure, “Is it alright to come in and grab your…um…‘swim trunks?’ I’m putting all the dirty clothes in the wash.”
“Oh, yes please,” he said. I stepped inside my arms loaded with the dirty laundry. Anatoli was sticking his head around the shower curtain keeping his body hidden on the other side. His hair was foaming with shampoo as he pointed to his wet pair of underwear. He looked so cute with his blonde curls all soaped up and dripping water around his adorable little face and neck. I felt that familiar twitch in my shorts.
“Thanks,” I said as I bent over to pick it up off the floor. “Hey listen, there’s no lock on the door, but if it is closed I won’t come in unless I knock and ask first. Although I don’t think I’ll be bothering you anymore anyway.”
I wanted him to feel safe about being in the shower and not have worry about being interrupted if he needed to take care of any business. I didn’t know if he had discovered the self pleasuring of jacking off yet, but I wanted him to know he would have the privacy if he needed it. He was still pretty young, but if memory served me right I had discovered this pleasurable act around the same age, maybe just a little older.
Anatoli looked at me cocking his head a little trying to digest my comment. I pointed to the door handle showing him that there was no lock. I pointed to myself and shook my head in the no fashion as I swung the door open indicating I would not come in. I pointed to myself again as I shut the door and knocked on the door and then opened it back up.
He nodded his head indicating he understood. “You…,” not able to come up with the ‘knock’ word made a knocking motion, “not enter if door closed.”
“That’s right. Take shower,” I pointed to him and then pointed to myself, “I no come in again…I no even knock…I leave you alone, o.k.?” I finished up.
“Yes,” he smiled at me. “You no come in again,” he said.
I smiled back and giggled. “Yeah, you can take care of happy business,” I stated imitating what Stevie had indicated earlier. Anatoli seemed to get my little joke and giggled as well before ducking his head back behind the curtain. I stepped out and closed the door making sure he heard it shut behind me.
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End of Chapter Three
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