The Other Brother
Chapter 04
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
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EXCERPT OPENING
“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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After closing the bathroom door so Anatoli could finish taking his shower without any further interruption, I made my way to the mud room and started tossing the dirty laundry into the washing machine when I came across his damp underwear. I set it up on top of the washer lying down spread out with the crotch side up. It looked so small making me realize just how petite the boy was, and as it lay there flat on top of the machine I could see the little bulge area where his little tackle box would be nestled. It’s funny how fabrics seem to maintain its form in certain areas when it is stretched from constant use. I could actually see a sort of bulging area from where his balls would be nestled and the faint outline of his little tube pointing up and slightly to the left which would be his right.
Curiosity getting the better of me I picked it up in my hands and sniffed it where his little boyhood would be huddled in the soft fabric. The scent of chlorine from the pool was strong, but I could also detect an underlying subtle scent as well. I inhaled more deeply and could most definitely smell the faint scent of boy sweat and muskiness. The unique boy aroma sent shivers coursing through my body.
Sighing with regret I threw it in the wash with the rest of the clothes, turned on the machine making sure to dial the knobs for cold so it wouldn’t take away any hot water from Anatoli, then remembered about the pictures on my iPhone and camera. I hastily headed back to my room stopping briefly by the bathroom and cocking my head sideways listening, the water was still running. I didn’t doubt it would be since it had only been a couple of minutes. I veered off to the left entering my room and turned on my laptop.
I set my iPhone down and transferred all the pictures I had taken today into a folder on my laptop before removing the memory card on my camera and doing the same. I separated the sexy ones I had taken of Anatoli into a separate folder naming it ‘SXY_A’ for sexy Anatoli, and encrypted it so no one could access them. I then buried them in a deep location on my hard making it difficult to locate. The other ones of Anatoli I left in the transfer folder under the ‘My Pictures’ main folder and labeled it ‘Anatoli ATV’. I quickly erased all the pictures I had taken today off of my cell phone and camera card using the cleaning app to scrub them clean like one of my geekoid friends had shown me a few years back. Instead of deleting the main folder where they had been located, I used the encryption program and encrypted the main folder so it couldn’t be accessed. From now on I would use this folder as my default folder for any more questionable pictures I might take in the future.
Satisfied that all the questionable pictures were either encrypted and safely hidden or just plain destroyed, I opened up the folder labeled Anatoli ATV. I began scrolling through the pictures I had taken earlier in the day. I was so focused on the pictures I hadn’t heard they younger boy slip into my room. The first indication was when I felt his soft warm arms wrap around my neck and naked chest from behind as he leaned in with his face closely settling next to mine. It caught me by surprise and I flinched a little before realizing it was only him. His hands on my naked skin sent a shiver coursing through my body and I could feel my little teen rod twitch from the wonderful sensation. I tried to gauge how long his shower had been. I was kind of curious and wondered if it had taken longer than a normal shower so as to accommodate him maybe taking care of some private business. I couldn’t tell so shrugged it off, besides he was only eleven so probably not at this stage where he desperately needed to blow a nut on a consistent basis if at all.
“Wow, nice,” Anatoli said pointing with his left hand releasing his right one as we looked at a picture of him jumping over a natural mound along the dirt pathway. He was totally airborne with all four wheels off the ground. When he pointed with his left hand his right one had dropped down and brushed up against my semi-hard pistol. This initiated an immediate reaction from my little stun gun as it twitched and became a full blown erection. I could feel the fabric against my little tool stretch outward creating a small tenting effect out of my shorts. I was pretty sure Anatoli would be able to see it if he happened to glance down, but I really didn’t care at the moment if he did or not. I was so comfortable with the nearness and feel of him so close to me.
I continued to scroll through the rest of the pictures. He stayed behind me the whole time with his arm wrapped around me and his face planted next to mine. I could feel his breath tickling my cheek and neck. It felt so natural and comfortable to have him plastered so close to me as my insides quivered and my tummy did flip-flops.
I looked over at him and smiled as we scrolled through the rest of the pictures going through them for the second time. He smiled back at me with such a happy expression of thankfulness for having taken the time to snap some pictures of his glorious day. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek catching me off guard once again.
“Thank you…much,” he whispered in my ear and giving me an affectionate squeeze.
“You said you wanted to email some of your friends back home?” I asked him.
“Yes!” He exclaimed his eyes getting wide with excitement.
“You can use my laptop if you want,” I said as I extricated myself from him and got up off the chair. “Do you think it will work?” I asked. “I mean I don’t even know if we use the same kind of alphabet.”
“Yes, I know…um…how,” he motioned to my laptop.
“Alright then, have at it. If you want give your friends my email address or set up a new one of your own on here instead of using your old one if it makes things easier. They can write you back and you can use my computer until you get set up at your own house.” He squealed excitedly thanking me. I figured he wasn’t set up out at his house yet so was probably missing some of his friends.
He settled down in the chair and it was my turn to wrap my arms around him from behind the chair. I had noticed he was wearing a pair of comfortable worn pajama style shorts and button up pajama top, which was currently unbuttoned, exposing his upper torso. My left arm wrapped around him with my hand wandering down to his stomach area caressing him gently while my right arm bent at the elbows settled across his chest with my right hand nestling on top of his small dime sized left nipple. I rubbed the perky little nub with my right thumb as I gently gave him a quick peck on the cheek before releasing him. This time it was his turn to flinch as he was caught off guard with this gesture as he quickly glanced over his shoulders with his bright blue orbs glinting merrily at me before once more focusing on the computer screen.
I continued my train of thought stating, “I’ll leave you alone. I’ll be in the living room watching something or other on the tube,” I gestured in the general direction of the other room.
The small boy nodded his head excitedly, his blond curls looking so damn adorably cute on him, as I left him on the computer. Before I exited I looked back over my shoulder and could see how happy he was typing on the keyboard as he paused for a moment. I watched as his right hand ducked below the table reaching down between his legs. Using his thumb and pointing finger Anatoli gave his small boy pecker a quick squeeze before once more reaching up and typing away on the keyboard. I shuddered because even though it had been brief the simple act of him tweaking his little boy penis had been so sexy hot. Smirking and shaking my head, I turned and walked towards the living room amazed at how quickly I had become so comfortable around Anatoli. Just thinking about him sent tremors of electricity thrumming through my small frame.
I settled myself down on the comfortable sofa, and started flipping through the channels. I decided on a movie and sat back getting cozy as I raised my legs up onto the coffee table. A short while later Anatoli joined me on the couch. He snuggled up against me and grabbed my right arm to wrap around his shoulders. Neither one of us said anything as we cuddled up together.
While we silently watched the movie the back side of my right hand gently stroked the side of his right face. His cheek was so soft and warm to my touch. He seemed to sigh as I tenderly stroked his face and snuggled in even closer to me. I slowly moved my hand through his blonde twisted locks twirling my fingers around some of his wavy curls. My fingers alternated between twirling his hair and rubbing his scalp. My mom used to do this to me, fiddling around with my hair, and I remembered the wonderful sensation of the contact because of how I felt all warm and safe in her embrace.
It wasn’t long before I could feel his breathing even out as he started to drift away. It had been a long day and I was fairly certain he was wiped out. His head started to droop down and I felt him jerk it back upright as he struggled to stay awake. He sighed and extricated himself from my arm and laid himself down on the couch draping his legs over my lap. He scooted down closer to me and adjusted the little pillow under his head while he looked over towards the television. His butt was now snuggled up against my right thigh and his knees were bent over my lap with his feet dangling down over my left leg.
I could see his eyelids droop a little as I reached my right hand over to him. His unbuttoned pajama top had settled down on either side of him leaving his stomach and chest exposed. The temperature in the house was comfortable enough not to have a shirt on. Even I had opted to go shirtless after my shower.
My right hand reached out towards him settling on his bare stomach. I slowly made a circling motion around his navel with my finger. He sighed contentedly closing his eyes while I continued to caress his stomach and chest. I noticed his pajama shorts were starting to tent up, but he didn’t make a move to cover up and just lay there while his breathing slowed down into an even rhythm. He now had a full blown boy boner and he either didn’t care or was just too far gone heading towards slumber land to notice. He was so adorably cute lying there all cozy and at ease.
I shifted my gaze back to the television set but continued to stroke him gently on the stomach and chest as he faded off to sleep. I don’t know how long I had sat there watching the movie and caressing him when I felt a motion on my lap and looked back down at Anatoli’s sleeping form. He had shifted slightly in his sleep lifting up his left leg off my lap and leaning it up against the back of the couch.
His left foot was now tucked up under his right leg and pressing up against my right thigh. His left knee was bent as it rested up against the back of the couch. His right leg was still draped over my lap but also bent at a little of an outwards angle. My breath caught in my chest at the sight this position had created and my mind was sent reeling with a cascade of emotions.
His pajama bottom had stretched out a little with his left leg pulling the fabric material towards the side. This formed a big gap along his right leg allowing me to have a clear and unobstructed view of his little treasure trove because he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Staring me in the face was a good portion of his modest sized sagging smooth ball sack. I could clearly see both of his grape sized testicles sagging in his soft silky pouch. I could even see the blue veins crisscrossing along the smooth light pale brown colored membrane as it slightly sagged between his legs. It was kind of strange in a way because I could clearly see a border on his boy satchel where it was light brown in coloration before completely shifting towards a very pale pinkish ivory tone.
I’ve never really paid any attention to this before and sort of wondered if mine was the same way as my gaze continued to take in this stunningly sexy like vision swimming in front of my eyes. Pointing towards his right shoulder I could clearly see most of his pale russet colored flaccid shaft. There was a thick blue vein running along the bottom and left side of his shaft. The tip of his shaft was tangled up in some of the soft pajama material, but the sight of him at the moment just about sent me over the edge.
I closed my eyes and tried to gain control of my breathing. I looked back over at Anatoli’s face. He slept there peacefully all safe and sound. I could see his naked chest raise and lower in an even tempo indicating he was totally asleep. My eyes once again wandered down to the gap between his legs and settled on his wonderful treasure. I could clearly see his pubic mound as it rose and lowered in timing to his breathing. It was completely hairless and totally smooth like the day he was born. I was mesmerized by his untainted beauty.
My right hand shook a little as I reached over to grab onto the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms. The tip of his flaccid penis was still wrapped up in the soft fabric and I simply had to see it. With a gentle tug on the fabric I could feel his little mushroom pull away freely as the material released its catch. I watched in total fascination as his flaccid penis shifted to the right when I pulled on the material and then bounce back into place once it was released. It settled back down against his leg as it pointed towards Anatoli’s right shoulder.
My administrations hadn’t affected my young charge and he still breathed evenly as he slept on. I sucked in my breath seeing his entire shaft for the first time. I was pleasantly surprised to see he indeed was circumcised. His purplish mushroom head flared out a little and constituted over a third of his penis size. He had a small ring of loose flesh circling his shaft just below his mushroom glans. The loose skin wasn’t as thick as the ridge ring of his mushroom glans, but it was pushed up against it and looked cool. I imagined it would stretch tight when his penis elongated and expanded with an erection.
He looked to be about two inches in his flaccid state maybe a little smaller. I was still holding his pajama bottom and finally decided to adjust it so he would be completely exposed. I tucked the fabric and around the side of his boy sack and penis. The pajama opening was really loose and didn’t give any resistance so it remained in place.
I leaned in taking a closer look at his silky hairless purse and sleek fleshy shaft. At first glance his hose appeared to be totally smooth, but upon closer inspection I could see small tiny microscopic wrinkles. The wrinkles were so small he might as well have been totally smooth like fine porcelain. I could also clearly see the network of blue veins as they crisscrossed his fleshy boy purse. His smooth white hairless pubic mound had the same labyrinth type of blue like arteries crisscrossing along his scrotum sack, and on the boy’s flat pale unblemished knoll reminded me of a map depicting a confusing array of watery causeways.
I couldn’t resist as my right hand snaked out towards his little hidden cache. I stopped about an inch away from his soft boy worm and looked hesitantly towards Anatoli’s face. He was still soundly asleep and I watched his face as I gently lowered my hand on top of his flaccid penis. I could feel it twitch at my touch, but his facial expression remained unchanged as he continued to breathe evenly firmly in the grips of sleep.
I glanced back to his penis and pulled it downwards so I could see it from the top angle. He had the same microscopic wrinkling on this side along his shaft and also the small loose ring of skin along the ridge of his mushroom shaped glans. My gaze shifted down the length of his shaft towards the base where it was attached to his pubic mound. Right towards the base about a quarter of an inch up I could see a tiny little fleck, like a freckle. It was too small to be a mole, but looked more like a pinhead sized freckle.
His breathing remained the same as I started to slowly rub my fingers along his naked shaft. It responded and I watched fascinated as it slowly expanded in my grip. I stopped for a second to check on his breathing. Satisfied he was still asleep I continued to massage his shaft and enjoyed the sensation as warm blood engorged his petite boyhood and it elongated topping out at two and a half inches. The tip of his knob swelled and mushroomed turning a deep purplish color. I also felt his tube thicken in my fingers as it bloated and swelled to a nice sized feeling in my fingers. It felt like his shaft had a circumference of about two inches. The microscopic wrinkles and the loose skin around the base of his mushroom had stretched out and were no longer noticeable. The skin on his entire pipeline had stretched out and was now completely smooth without any hint of wrinkles.
With just the tip of my finger I lifted his snub nosed pistol gauging the heft and weight. It felt much heavier now since the blood had filled his shaft. The blue veins seemed to pulse in timing with his heart and I noticed how his penis appeared to bob up and down as well in perfect timing. The large blue vein along the bottom length and left side of his shaft also seemed to have expanded and gotten closer to the surface of the skin.
I ran my thumb lightly over the length of his larger blue vein and his penis twitched at the sensation I was creating. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft feeling my own body shiver. I couldn’t believe I was holding one of the most perfect boy’s sex organs in the world. It was simply inconceivable how I had the most beautiful eleven year old boy in the world in front of me and I was playing with the best boy toy playstation on the planet.
His shaft was so damn hard and sweaty in my hands, but at the same time also felt silky soft and smooth in my grip. I couldn’t believe how hard a penis could get. It just seemed like Anatoli’s shaft was much harder than I’ve ever felt mine get, or any other boy’s hard-on I had ever touched for that matter. Of course I really hadn’t felt all that many, but I got the impression the younger boy’s was way more rigid than normal.
With his hard tubular ductwork firmly in my grasp I slowly started pumping his nice two and a half inch pipeline. The jacking motion felt wonderful in my hand and I slowly increased speed. I could hear Anatoli’s breathing start to become erratic so I stopped masturbating him not wanting to take the chance of bringing him over the edge and waking him up.
I released his rigid drill bit so I wouldn’t strike virginal oil and have its milky white viscous substance spraying all over the place if he squirted yet at his age. I shifted my grip to his silky smooth ball sack rolling his grape sized legumes in my fingers. His testicles sagged in his sack a little and I hefted them in my hand feeling their weight. They had a nice robust feeling to them, and the smooth hairless flesh felt wonderful in my fingers.
Anatoli’s breathing had normalized by this time so I slowly started to caress his testicles in the palm of my hand, working my way up to his rock solid penis. I pressed his shaft downwards onto his pubic mound with the palm of my hand. As I pressed I ground his penis into his pubic mound and could feel his stiff flesh pressing back against my palm. I lifted up my hand and watched in fascination as the skin from the top of his penis ridge separated away from the skin on his pubic mound. The two pieces of skin had stuck together and now they slowly peeled away from one another. Again I watched mesmerized as his penis bobbed up and down in perfect timing with his heartbeat once it had separated from his pubic mound.
My hand once again continued its exploration as I gently made my way to his pubic mound. I gently rubbed my hand across his silky smooth white skin under his stiff penis. I could feel the weight of his penis against the back of my hand as I gently caressed his pubic mound.
I once again wrapped my fingers around his shaft and held it enjoying the feel of its weight. My thumb slowly caressed the bottom side of his stiff yet yielding tube as it made its way to his flared head. Anatoli’s rigid worm twitched in my hand as my thumb caressed the underside and slit area of his tender purplish colored mushroom.
I finally released him carefully shifting myself on the couch so I could get a closer look. My face was only inches away now from his little kit as I eagerly looked him over. The entire episode was burned and etched in my memory. I would remember this pleasurable moment forever. Curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned in closer with my nose less than an inch away from his precious little treasure trove, and breathed in deeply.
His pure unobstructed scent wafted over my senses and nearly sent me into overload. The fragrance was pure unadulterated preteen boy. If I could package it up and sell it on the open market I would be a gazillion-air. I was tempted to take in another heady breath, but thought better of it as I slowly settled back on the couch. I was still reeling from the pure essence of who he is and tried to clear my thoughts as I looked down onto his face and sleeping form. He slept so peacefully completely unaware to the effect he was having on me, and oblivious to the fact he was giving me such a wonderful gift.
I hadn’t realized it until I settled back on the couch, but throughout this exploration my left hand had slipped under the silky material of my baggy style gym shorts fiddling around with my own little teenaged trouser trout. I pulled out my hand and realized it was coated and slimy with a boatload of pre-cum. I looked down to my lap and noticed a huge wet spot had soaked through the silky like fabric leaving a dark spot. I was shocked and surprised at the amount I was oozing. I had never leaked this much before.
I raised my left hand to my nose and smelled the sweet pungent odor of my own pre-cum. I hesitantly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue tasting my jizz. The taste really surprised me with a hint of sweet yet salty flavor to it. For the first time ever I tasted cum and it wasn’t bad so I licked the rest of it from my sticky fingers and hand until it was clean. Having Anatoli so close to me and seeing him lying there in all his glory had really gotten me all worked up. I would never have tried to taste my own cum in a million years. Having him so near to me and smelling his fragrance had such an affect on my state of mind.
I looked back over to Anatoli and started wondering what he would taste like in my mouth. His penis had deflated and was sitting lightly up against his thigh. I was really tempted, but before I could decide if I wanted to do this to an innocent kid my phone buzzed. It scared the shit out of me and pure instinct and adrenalin took over as I snatched Anatoli’s shorts and covered him back up.
With shaking hands I picked up my phone off the end table looking at the number, and recognizing it as my dad’s office hit the talk button.
“He…hello?” my voice squeaked with nervousness.
“Hello?” I heard a woman’s voice ask on the other end. “Robby, this is Anna.” I heard the woman say in a thick accent.
“Oh hey Mrs. Markowsky. How are you doing? I hope everything has settled down a little at the hospital.” I responded having regained my composure.
“Ah…yes. Everything is…ah good. How is my Anatoli?” She inquired of her son in a thick accent and sounding a little tired. I looked over at him and was surprised he was still asleep. He looked so cute lying there all peaceful and innocent.
“He’s beautiful.” I whispered realizing too late at how I had replied as I tried to recover.
“Um… I mean he’s doing beautifully. At the moment he is lying here on the couch in front of the television dead asleep. I’m afraid he had a really long day and couldn’t hold out. Do you want me to wake him up so you can talk to him?”
I heard her laugh on the other end and screwed up my face wondering what was so funny.
“No…you no have luck waking boy. If you wake, he will be… how you say, so…so…”
“Grumpy?” I finished for her.
“Yes,” she replied. “When asleep, he not to wake up so easy. Only wake up if having bad dream or something scare him. Must toss the cold water on his head.” She laughed.
I too chuckled at picturing myself tossing a bucket of water on his head. It sounded like he was one tough cookie to wake up once he was asleep. This sort of made sense to me now with all I had done and him not even twitching in his sleep. He must be a really heavy sleeper, and with all of the excitement from this day’s events, he was probably out for good.
“So how’s my dad, Rose, and the others doing at the hospital?” I asked inquiring about my dad’s immediate staff.
“Oh, very fine. They thank you for the preparing of the food. They like the goulash, me too. Reminds me from home.”
“Good to hear and it should remind you of home because the goulash is your Uncle’s recipe. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Yes, Anatoli’s also.” She laughed.
“So, my boy brave and behave today. What all you do?”
“Oh yeah, he really was a big help. I put him to work and he really came through surprising me for someone his age.” I complimented her son.
I continued telling her what all we did today. She was a little apprehensive about the whole ATV thing, but after I explained to her how we spent a lot of time with him learning to properly and safely drive it, along with the safety equipment, she felt much better about it. When I told her about the pool, she chuckled and told me he was like a fish back home, always wanting to go swimming in the local indoor pool or in the summer months with his Grandfather at one of the beach resorts at the lake. Then when I told her about the pictures and Anatoli emailing his friends I thought I detected a hint of emotion. She really thanked me and told me how badly he was actually missing his friends back home.
We really had a nice little chat on the phone, and I really enjoyed talking to her. At some point during our conversation I had absentmindedly slipped my hand back under Anatoli’s pajamas and was fiddling around with his little shaft which had re-inflated. Every once in a while it would twitch in my fingers and I would gaze over at him just to make sure he hadn’t woken up. It seemed like his mom was right and there was no chance of waking him any time soon.
“So when do you think you’ll get home tomorrow,” I asked so I could plan a schedule.
“Oh…tomorrow your father to be taking me to driver place. Yes, to be getting the license.”
“Oh great,” I replied. “This will make things easier for you to get around and not have to be worrying about a taxi or getting a ride with dad; although, I’m sure you two could still carpool together when your schedule works out. Now all you will need is to go and buy a car.”
“Ah, yes. Getting the car maybe not so soon. Maybe take a little while. With the moving and the money for paying of the visa and all the legal things, we not have many money.”
“Yeah, I understand. It kind of takes a while to get your feet back on the ground. Well, at least a driver’s license is one step closer not to mention it is nice to have for identification purposes. So, you think it probably won’t be until late afternoon or so before you get back.”
“Yes, maybe five or six in evening.” She informed me.
“Cool, hey is there anything else you are wondering about.” I asked as a plan about her license situation started to formulate in the back of my mind.
“Ah, yes…big favor,” she says to me and pauses a little. She seemed a little nervous and in my minds eye she was looking around to make sure she was alone before asking me whatever it was she wanted so I waited patiently.
“Yes…um…all Anatoli life I or the husband put boy to bed. To be giving good dream we do the kissing on forehead, each kiss the eye, the kissing on nose, the kissing on lips.” She spoke softly trailing off at the end.
“Oh,” I replied. Actually this sounded intriguing to me, even kissing him on the lips part, but I knew she wouldn’t be expecting me to go that far.
“Yes, you no need do all, just maybe kiss on forehead for me.” She pleaded.
“Sure, no problem,” I told her; although, I had already determined I was going to do the entire ritual. I really wanted to taste his nice ruby colored full lips. Just thinking about this sent shivers down my spine.
“You know Mrs. Markowsky, Anatoli and I really hit it off today. We didn’t have any issues at all, and he felt more like a little brother than a stranger to me. I really enjoyed having him here with me today. You’ve got a great kid and you should feel proud of him. I know a lot of kids his age would have gone nuts moving to a new country and then to be dropped off with a total stranger, but he really stepped up to the plate. And to top it all off we had a really great time today. I know he will be so excited to see you tomorrow.”
I heard her sniffling a little on the other end of the phone. “Robby, you are such a wonderful boy… a how you say… the godsend. I be doing the thanking you of being good friend and like the brother to Anatoli. We are having the luck with you as such a wonderful boy. I declare you to be the with our family. In my country we have the saying for boy like you and how you are with boy like our son Anatoli. In our language there is a word for this, but it no translate so good in your tongue. You and Anatoli are being the…um… how it to be translating in English…ah, you are being ‘Other Brother.’ Not being of the blood, but close like brothers, maybe even sometimes being closer than brother of same blood. We have saying that ‘Other Brothers,’ are closer than brothers of blood, almost like people who are married, but different.” I listened intently to her explanation thinking it kind of a weird concept even though it was like she had described the feelings I was experiencing toward Anatoli to a tee.
What I did know though is what she was saying was different than being gay, and she hadn’t meant it this way. I felt really close to her son, close like a brother, but also much more. She was making sense to me, and it seemed strange how where she comes from there is a term for it where by us there really wasn’t a good translation. There was a long pause before I finally got my composure back.
“Ah, I don’t know what to say. I mean, I’m really honored you feel like this.”
“No need say anything. Just trust in self. Trust in feelings you have for Anatoli. It will be fine. Just trust in feelings. Just hug him, hold him, be good brother. Promise, yes.”
I was starting to get chocked up and looked at Anatoli with my hands buried under his pajama bottoms and holding his most prized personal intimates in my hands. At that moment my heart swelled with more feelings of a different kind for another human being than I’ve ever had before.
“Yes, I promise Mrs. Markowsky. I really enjoyed our chat and want to thank you for making me feel like a part of your family.”
“Of course Robby. If ever you need to be doing the talking with someone maybe you can be doing the thinking of me as second mother…yes?”
Again I was choked up and couldn’t believe how closely and rapidly I had grown attached to Anatoli.
“Thanks, Mrs. Markowski. I’ll remember. If my dad’s there do you think I could talk to him for a moment?”
“Of course, be doing the sleeping well my ‘Other Son.’” She whispered to me as she called for my dad. I had to choke back the tears at her latest comment. I was only eight years old when I lost my mother, and it had created a big hole in my heart, but hearing Mrs. Markowsky call me ‘Other Son,’ made me feel almost whole again.
I heard some shuffling on the other end as the phone exchanged hands and my dad’s voice came across the receiver. “Hey Robby, how you holding out son?” He asked me.
“Hey dad, pretty good. I had a great chat with Mrs. Markowsky. She seems to be a great lady. I know her son is really fantastic and I had a really great time with him. I put him to work and he really stepped up to the plate.” I said excitedly to him.
I gave him a shortened run down of our day. My dad sounded pleased for me. He also thanked me for the wonderful meal and sending such a big amount so it could be shared with others. He told me how proud he was of me and my heart swelled at his compliment. This was shaping up to be one of the best days of my life since the bad days at least. With the most beautiful boy on the planet, Anatoli, lying here next to me, and his mother literally making me feel so much closer to her son even calling me her “Other Son,” and now with dad being so proud of me, it is no wonder my heart was swelling with pride.
“Yeah it was a great day dad.” I exhaled noisily.
“I’m glad to hear this Robby. I know it gets lonely way out there alone. Even though Anatoli is a little younger than you I think it will be great for you to have another kid to hang around with. You work too hard, and you need to have a little more kid time if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Hey listen I hear you are taking Mrs. Markowsky to get her driver’s license?”
“Yeah, we still have a lot to do around here, and I’ll take her over tomorrow. Why?” He asked a little curious now.
“Well, that’s great, but I get the impression they may be having a little money troubles. I mean it can’t be easy for them to pack up and move to a new country. You know all the expenses involved with all the logistics. I imagine they may have had some pretty big bills trying to get everything in order to come over here. I don’t think she can afford the money for a new car much less a used one.”
“Geeze, I didn’t know. I guess I had assumed once she started working here her wages would be enough. I really hadn’t considered the issue of all the expenses she may have racked up with just getting over here. I’ll get Rose to check into this. I’m sure we will get it all worked out. Thanks for letting me know because I don’t think she would ever have said anything.”
“No, I think you are right. Great then, but dad I think we can help her out with the car situation.”
“I’m listening,” he said.
“Well, you know we’ve got the Subaru in the garage and we really don’t use it, you know ever since…mom…,” I left the last statement hang in the air.
It was difficult to think about. The Subaru had belonged to mom, and for the most part it just sat in the garage. Dad would drive it every once in a while to keep it running, and we would take it down to the garage about once a year to have it checked over. When I needed to head into town or something I usually took the beat up truck because most often I had to pick up supplies for the ranch.
“Are you sure son?” He asked me seriously. “For all practical purposes the car will be yours later. It’s your decision though.”
“Sure, why not. She could use it until they get back on her feet. She’s going to need something to get around. It’s not like over in the European Countries with their mass transit systems. Over here people need a car. Besides, I usually take the beat up truck anyway.” I chuckled.
“Sounds good to me. If you’re alright with it so am I. I’ll let her know.”
“No, let’s surprise her tomorrow when she gets here after she has her driver’s license.”
“Sounds like a plan then.” He agreed.
We chatted for a few more minutes before he had to go and do some more rounds. There were still a lot of injured patients to see. I hung up and set my phone down looking over towards the sleeping form of Anatoli. He hadn’t moved a muscle the entire time I was on the phone and continued to sleep soundly.
He looked so peaceful lying there and I couldn’t resist as I once more pulled his pajamas up revealing his nice cut penis and testicles nestled on his right thigh. I gently disentangled myself from his right leg as I got up and gently lowered it back on the sofa.
I quickly went into my bedroom, picked up my camera heading back into the living room, and snatched a picture of his for all practical purpose naked sleeping form in all his exposed glory. I then zoomed in taking another picture of his flaccid penis. I reached over stimulating his little cannon with my fingers until it expanded to its maximum size and took another picture with the zoomed in setting. I zoomed out taking another picture of him in this excited state from the crotch up making sure to get his peaceful sleeping expression. I lifted his left hand placing it next to his erection and loosely wrapped a couple of fingers around his shaft to give some perspective to his size.
With the camera still zoomed in I snapped another picture. I took another one of him in this position from the crotch up, and then waited watching his hard tube slowly deflate before taking another series of pictures so I could get a perspective of his size in his flaccid state. It was very naughty of me and I’ve never done anything like this before, but the boy was simply delectably delicious and I couldn’t pass this opportunity to have a keepsake memory of this moment.
In all I had quickly set up and snapped eight pictures of this precious little wonderment exposed in all his glory. He was just so adorably cute and reminded me of those gorgeous statues from a bygone era. I quickly scanned the pictures feeling my own little pecker convulse in my shorts as I looked at them. Satisfied with what I had captured and feeling a little ashamed of myself for taking advantage of Anatoli like this, I set down the camera and took a final look at his peaceful visage.
I bent over and scooped him up in my arms not even bothering to adjust anything back in place. It took a little doing, but I managed to haul him up with his arms draped over my back and his head nestled on my shoulder. He moaned a little bit, but remained asleep as I wrapped my arm up under his butt keeping him snuggled up against my body. I guess his mom was right and it would take a lot to wake him up.
I could feel the heat from his naked chest and stomach pressing up against my own naked torso as he instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist. I felt his exposed and now once more erect penis press into my belly button as it instinctively twitched almost like it sensed a hole where it could do what came naturally to it and poke through. It felt wonderful and thrilling to feel him pressed up so firmly up against me.
I made my way to the guest room and set him down on the bed. I ran my fingers through his thick golden curls and heard him sigh with pleasure noticing his pecker tenting in his pajamas. I chuckled at the poor kid wondering if he pleasured himself into an orgasm yet. He was probably too young still to produce any clear or milky substance, but he could have dry orgasms and this would most definitely be exciting to witness.
Granting his mother’s wish I kissed him on the forehead. I didn’t stop there continuing the ritual by gently kissing each of his closed eyes, a quick peck on the nose, and then hesitantly leaning in for the final kiss.
My lips gently brushed up against his mouth and I could feel his breath as he exhaled. I locked lips with the adorably sweet boy tasting him and gently probed his mouth with my tongue. He passionately returned my kiss in his sleep as his tongue seemed to swirl around making contact with mine, which kind of shocked me for a moment making me wonder if he did that with his parents as well which would definitely be weird. He tasted wonderful, and I lingered there like this for a few moments before our lips parted. My whole body was tingling with such a wonderful feeling of euphoria. He may have been asleep, but it had been the best kiss I’ve ever had with anyone.
He seemed to sigh with pleasure, and I thought I heard him whisper my name as a pleased expression spread over his features. At first I thought maybe he had woken up, but his breathing had remained constant with that rhythmic kind of cadence reminiscent of someone who is asleep.
I slipped out of Anatoli’s room leaving him to his slumber and headed towards the mud room. The wash was finished so I transferred the clothes into the dryer. I turned on the machine, snatched up my camera, and headed back to my own little sanctuary.
I fished out my iPhone out of my pocket and noticed there was still a prominent wet patch on my shorts. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and bent over taking them off. I stood up and looked down at my crotch as I rubbed myself dry with my shorts and then discarded them in a corner of my room so they could be washed tomorrow. Not bothering to slip into anything different I sat down totally naked by my laptop and set about to downloading the latest pictures I had taken of Anatoli.
I added them with the rest of the naughty ones and got them all lined up in the order I wanted to see them from the more covered pictures to the most naked ones, finally ending with the close up shot of Anatoli holding his own rock hard shaft. In all there were a total of fourteen naughty pictures of him, well actually thirteen because one of them was the very first one I had snapped of his face while he was lying on the lounge chair. I then made sure everything had been deleted off my memory card using the scrubbing program on my computer to get it cleaned.
By this time my own tool was so hard and leaking pre-cum it literally ached for attention. I grabbed my laptop and took it with me to my bed and I stacked up my pillows leaning up against them on my back. I didn’t want to take the chance of mucking up my laptop so set it next to my bed on the chair where I could clearly see the screen. I opened up the “SXY_A” folder containing all the naughty pictures of Anatoli and positioned it on the slideshow setting so it would scroll through the pictures on its own. It was set to about ten second intervals which would give me over two minutes and twenty seconds to finish my deed.
I hit the button and the first picture of Anatoli’s sweet face popped up on the screen. The one I had taken when he was lying on the lounge chair. I wrapped my fingers around my rock solid four inch shaft and started to play with it as I looked on the screen. The slideshow continued to produce the various images in ten second intervals as I continued to play with my young little sexed up tool. The next series of pictures were of Anatoli in his soaked underwear lounging on the chair by the wet bar. Even though his small package was covered the translucent like material didn’t leave much to the imagination as you could clearly see the skin colored outline of his petite tackle and jig. It was simply sizzling hot seeing him in this fashion transporting my senses to new elevations of emotions. As the euphoria reached new heights of awareness my body started trembling with anticipation. I was leaking profusely and didn’t know how long I could last.
The pictures continued to send me to new levels of consciousness as I looked on to the visage of utter perfection flashing across the screen. We were now at the halfway mark and my tempo started to pick up a little and I had to try slowing down so I wouldn’t climax too soon. My left hand was fondling my little nut sack gently squeezing my chestnut sized testicles as my right hand pumped my sleek shaft with a tempo of two or three strokes per second. The picture on the screen changed to the close up shot I had taken of Anatoli’s naked erection. It was beautiful and I could see every little detail from the large blue vein on his penis, to the same kind of veins crisscrossing his pubic mound. This meant I only had two more pictures to go.
I was already breathing hard and the intense sensation was coursing through my body as I stroked my very stiff and rapidly becoming red sore steel shaft. I was pumping like a madman at about four or five pumps a second. The dripping pre-cum was now flowing freely out through the slit from the tip of my glans. It had never flowed so profusely before. The slickness it created on my pipeline lessened the friction and allowed my fingers to glide over my shaft with ease. This was a good thing because I was starting to get raw from the intensity of my masturbatory pumping fist and firm grip.
The second to last picture flashed on the screen and I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to hang on. I was on the precipice of total rapture. My toes were curling and my back was arching as I tried to hold off a little longer. I could see Anatoli holding his rock solid shaft in his fingers with such a blissful countenance on his face. It was almost too much and I grunted. “Aarrgggggg,” I moaned as I held back the dam in what was an impossible task. I could barely breathe and my head started to feel light headed. I was close, oh so very close as I glanced down at my torrid four inch piece of steel in my pumping fist. My glans was the darkest purple color imaginable and my shaft was starting to turn red as I furiously stroked it in my fist.
I could see the blue veins popping out along the sides of my shaft and the heat in my fist felt almost too hot to hold on to, but I did as the last image of Anatoli finally popped onto the screen. My tempo by this time had increase intensely with my pumping fist becoming a blurring motion. The last picture was a close up picture of Anatoli holding his two and a half inch hard shaft in his fingers. My mind went wild as I remembered my own fingers wrapped around the same perfection on the screen. I could see and feel him in my hands. The large blue vein, the smooth light russet colored shaft, the plump purplish blue colored mushroom like knob, the light brown colored heavy pouch with grape sized testicles, the weight of his penis as I lifted it and played with it, and the silkiness of his hairless pubic mound. I could see it all in the picture on the screen. It was too much for my mind to handle and I finally exploded.
“Fuck,” I cried out harshly, the word burning my extremely dry throat as my back arched and I bucked so hard I thumped against my bed board. Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. The intense feeling of being struck like lightning burned through my blood and entire body. My toes had curled up into an impossible angle and my hips arched into the air. I watched in amazement as my first ejaculate burst from the slit at the tip of my glans. There was a thickness and mass to it I’ve never seen before as it arched way above my head to splatter against the wall everything happening in slow motion for me.
“Shit,” I croaked as the second wave of euphoria hit me just as the first ejaculate had exploded from my glans. I watched as a second globule of viscous substance exploded from my Gatling gun. It looked to be just as thick and full as the first round. It too splashed up against the wall somewhere way above my head not even a second behind the first one. My orgasm was tearing its way through my body in rapid succession.
I turned my head over to the computer screen. The close-up picture of his little boy stiffie was still on the screen and the excitement of it sent me into another round of contractions. I was foaming at the mouth and grunting out unintelligible words as my body convulsed and bucked with spastic contortions over and over again. The screen turned off as my body continued to twist and turn from the uncontrollable sensations coursing through my tiny frame. I felt like I had been thrown into the washing machine on rinse cycle.
The extreme feeling careening through my body felt so wonderful yet painful at the same time. Tears were rolling down my cheeks from the severity of my reaction to this stimulation. I was crying and gasping for air as a final string of tremors surged through my body. Always before when I had climaxed the waves of euphoria would hit me several seconds apart and I would only have three or four spasms before calming down. But this orgasm had been so powerful and forceful, so deep and passionate with the explosions of electricity flowing through my body coming one after the other without any respite. Instead of having only three or four in spaced apart moments, I was experiencing multiple convulsions at the same time occurring in multiple stages. It was extremely intense to say the least.
I gasped and sucked in air as my body finally crashed back onto my bed. I moaned from pain and the sense of emptiness as the natural high came crashing back down on me. My left hand had wrapped tightly around the fabric of my blanket from the force of what had just occurred and my right hand had remained on my now limp three inch pecker. I shivered slightly as the cold sweat from my back slowly soaked into the fabric of my coverlet. Gradually my breathing normalized and I slowly opened my eyes. The lighting in my room appeared too bright and I had to squint. My eyes slowly adjusted to the intensity, and I could finally focus on my surroundings once again.
I grunted as I looked down on my torso. My chest, stomach, and pubic mound were covered with my thick white milky cum. There appeared to be so much of it I couldn’t believe my eyes. With a shaky hand I slowly released my flaccid tool, which had turned an angry red color along the shaft and an ugly purple like strangling color on my knob, with it settling down among the white sticky substance that seemed to cover my entire body. I ran my hand through the substance and held it to my nose just to be sure it really was cum.
The aroma sent my senses reeling with emotional elation. I placed my fingers to my lips and tasted myself. I had never tasted cum before tonight and now this was the second time in the same evening. Earlier I had tasted my pre-cum, but this was much thicker yet the taste still wasn’t bad at all so I scooped up some more placing it in my mouth. Just like my pre-cum from earlier in the evening it tasted a little salty, but there was an underlying taste of sweetness to it as well. It got me to wondering what Anatoli tasted like, that is if he was able to squirt yet.
Glancing down at myself I was a mess, and I had to get myself cleaned up. I moaned from the throbbing achy feeling starting to grip my body. I was a very fit kid, but the contortions my body had just undergone was even too much for someone as athletic like me. I ached all over and I couldn’t ever recall being this sore; except, for when I had been in the hospital. Even when I started to wrestle on the team at school my body hadn’t ached as much
Moaning softly, I finally managed to pick myself off the bed and hobbled towards my dirty shorts. I gingerly bent over and picked them up so I could wipe myself clean. Cum was starting to drip everywhere on the floor. I quickly began wiping away the copious amount of the milky substance from my torso. It seemed like a lot, but I knew it really wasn’t since guys typically only squirted about a teaspoon full, maybe a little more when they were all worked up and haven’t jacked off in a while. I suppose having held off earlier had sort of made it more intense so I probably did squirt more than usual, but probably not by much. The thing about orgasms and squirting is it simply sprayed all over the place and even a small amount can cover a lot of space.
I looked back towards my bed and it was totally soaked with sweat and cum. Right by the area where my butt sat there was a huge wet spot from what I assumed had to have been from all of the pre-cum leaking from my teen sex tube. I couldn’t believe how much of a mess I had made. It looked like there had been three other boys with me sexing it up and exploding all over my mattress. It was impossible all of this had come from just one person, but it had making me chuckle and shake my head in amazement.
I walked over to my bed with my dirty shorts still clutched in my hand and started to wipe down the wall where the first couple of ejaculates had splattered against it. I shook my head realizing how far and powerful those first sets of orgasms had sent my seed soaring through the air. The splatter marks indicated they had landed only about a foot or so below the ceiling which meant they had arched about 5 feet before coming into contact with a solid object. I could only imagine how far it would have gone if the wall hadn’t been there, which kind of surprised me because I didn’t realize a guy could squirt this powerfully sending his spunk so far. In the past my spurts only traveled about a foot or so at the most.
Stripping off my summer blanket I replaced it with a new one. I didn’t have to change my sheets because the mess was contained to just the blanket. I wiped down the wall and cleaned up any other traces of my mess. I scooped up my blanket and shorts and headed to the mud room. I threw the stuff into the washer starting it up.
I was so tired and sore I didn’t even care I was walking around the house totally naked. I opened Anatoli’s door to check in on him hoping I hadn’t woken him up with all of my orgasmic thrashing around and shouting. It was a good thing his room was on the opposite side of mine and a little ways down. As I opened his door I could see he hadn’t changed position. He was still lying on his back where I had placed him. I noticed I had forgotten to cover him up with a blanket so I crept into his room, walked over to the closet retrieving a blanket and covered him up with a small lightweight bedspread. What a sight I would be if he happened to wake up at the moment and see me all worn out and in this state of undress. I was sticky, smelly, and totally naked with my balls sagging down lower than usual and my flaccid penis seeming a little bigger than normal not to mention having turned an angry red color with a deep bluish purple nozzle. It was really sensitive to the touch too, and I hoped I hadn’t rubbed it raw.
Bending over I gave Anatoli a gentle kiss on the forehead and whispered my thanks to him for giving me the biggest orgasm of my life. I actually whispered it out loud to him. I only felt it fair he heard it even if it was in his sleep. I ran my hand through his hair and left him alone. I took a quick shower to clean off the sticky mess from my body and finally made it back to my bedroom. The warm shower had helped loosen up my sore angry body.
Putting away my laptop I sat down on the edge of my bed and stared at my door. I had been on auto pilot up to this point and now the day’s events were starting to hit me. It really wasn’t all that late in the evening, but I really was totally wiped out. Now since the intense high of my orgasm was gone I started to feel a bit tired, empty, and dirty for what I had done.
I had really taken advantage of Anatoli, literally fondling him while he was asleep. The younger boy was simply so adorable I couldn’t stop myself. But now without the lustful feelings interrupting my teenaged hormonal senses, I felt bad about it. My face drooped into my hands and I started to cry. I ached inside and I felt ashamed. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks, and I wrapped my arms around myself as my body shuddered. I was several years older than Anatoli and because of this felt what I had done was probably wrong.
I had such strong feelings for this younger boy. I was really beating myself up over this when I heard Mrs. Markowsky in the back of my mind and remembered our conversation. She had explained about the kind of emotions I could have for Anatoli, and she had reminded me to trust in myself and my feelings for her son. I felt a little better, but promised not to take advantage of the younger boy again. What was done was done, but I could see to it I treated him with more respect.
The roller coaster ride was finally taking its toll on me, and even though it really wasn’t all that late in the evening, I curled up on my bed, threw the blanket over me, and fell into a deep state of sleep.
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End of Chapter Four
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