The Other Brother
Chapter 15
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EXCERPT OPENING
We both remained silent for several minutes cuddling together and enjoying the closeness of our bodies before I broke the silence. “So your mom says you got me something really special for my birthday.”
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The boy immediately perked up, his eyes coming alive as they swirled around merrily looking intently at me. “Oh yes…at least I think you will like it, would you still like to see?” He asked a bit nervously now biting his lower lip wondering if he should have even asked considering what just happened.
“Anatoli you should know by now anything coming from you is something I would love and cherish no matter what. Besides, if it comes from your heart then it has to be good.” I told him sincerely. “So yes, I’d love to see the gift you got just for me.” I assured him.
“Wait here,” he instructed squirming out of my arms and scooting off the bed making me smile because of the way his pajama bottoms were riding up his butt crack and squishing his cute little boy tube and nuggets. Standing up he did a little dance trying to straighten himself out by pulling on his underwear and pajamas tugging the fabric out of his butt crack making me giggle while he glanced over sheepishly sticking his tongue out me.
The boy finally managed to get straightened out and started for the door before pausing and pointing over to his chair. “Um…maybe scoot the chair about five or six feet in front of the bed.” He suggested in perfect English but tinged by his thick accent as he bolted out the door and I shrugged doing what he asked before taking a seat on the bed again.
A few moments later he came shuffling in through the door carrying the huge flat wrapped up package which most definitely was several inches larger than him on the long side and almost as big on the other side. He could barely hang on to it and I figured it must have been about over forty inches on one side and close to sixty inches on the other side. It had to be some sort of poster or something because it was flat and he knew I’d become interested lately in picking up artwork posters for my room. It’s something I adored about the little boy because he truly was curious about everything and paid attention to what was important to others with him actually taking an active interest in it as well. His exuberance got me excited to see what he managed to find for me. Posters weren’t near as expensive like regular paintings, but still looked really nice when put in a frame. This one though would be the largest in my collection making me wonder if his mom had found it for him.
“Wow, it’s huge Anatoli, do you need some help?” I asked ready to assist him if he needed it, but the boy insisted on doing it himself as he set it on the chair in a horizontal position making me suspect it was meant to be hung up in this way. “I really like the wrapping paper it looks festive.” I admitted because it had a sort of western theme to it with cowboys on bucking horses and little party hats and streamers.
Of course they had to tape several sections of the wrapping paper together to get it completely covered up since it was so big. “Did you select it?” I asked with him smiling and nodding. “I see, so should I take off the wrapping now?” I suggested with the blond curly haired boy scrunching his swirling blue eyes and looking at the package for a moment before coming to a decision.
“Um…do you think maybe…I…uh…maybe if you close your eyes I can unwrap it and then tell you when you can open them. I want you to see it for the first time from where you are sitting, and you will be too close to see it properly if you unwrap it yourself.” He suggested with me shrugging my shoulders noticing Mrs. M, standing in the doorway looking on snapping a few pictures and smiling at us warmly.
“Oh, alright, sounds good to me I guess. You’d know what would work best.” I added.
“Yes, but you must promise not to look.” He added with me nodding my head in agreement. “You promise for real…no peeping.” He emphasized with me chuckling.
“Yeah I promise. Should I close them now?” I asked with him grinning from ear to ear his eyes sparkling and swirling around lively in his cute round face as he nodded his head enthusiastically while even his mom chuckled at his excitement. “Alright, I’ve closed them.” I assured him hearing nothing for a few moments as if he was making sure I wasn’t looking.
“Mom, help me with the sides.” I heard him asking his mother who must have gone over to help out.
There was a bit of rustling noise from the paper and they must have been unwrapping it carefully so as not to it. My mom used to do the same thing.
“You aren’t peeking are you?” I heard the curly haired boy asking with me chuckling and shaking my head.
“Nope, but you’ve got me really curious now.” I giggled enjoying the little game we were playing because it made things seem so right with celebrating my birthday and I no longer felt guilty at betraying my older brother.
Then the rustling noise stopped for several moments as I heard Anatoli stepping over somewhere to the side. “Alright you can open them now.” He instructed with me chuckling and shaking my head as I opened up my eyes the flash on Mrs. M’s camera going off as she snapped a few more pictures.
My little chuckle was cut short with my eyes flying wide open while I gasped in total bewilderment at an extremely detailed oil painting, the air constricting in my chest. Something like this would cost a small fortune in an art gallery, but it was the subject matter which had me simply spell bound. This oil painting was extremely large so in essence life sized, and it was of Anatoli. His depiction was stunningly beautiful in the artwork, and I immediately recognized it from the photographs I had taken of him earlier in the summer.
It matched perfectly the pictures I had taken of him sitting under the tree gazing off in his own thoughts the first day he encouraged me with my sketching. I had snapped a few pictures of him because he had such a peaceful countenance and he was attractively striking and at ease sitting there under the tree in his tight form fitting red Speedos. My eyes took it all in and he was correct in keeping me a bit further away so I could appreciate all of it in the entirety. It was absolutely gorgeous depicting every fine detail to scale where the boy was concerned, which made it even more appealing.
I had sketched this very image and have been working on it on and off ever since, but my sketch didn’t even come close to what I knew was a master painter at work, and it simply took my breathe away. It was for all practical purposes a life sized painting of Anatoli that day at my pool with him wearing his red Speedo leaning against the tree looking off in the distance. He was gazing at my range land with forested covered hills in the distance, and his right leg curled up beneath his left one. His left knee was bent up which made for an open style of sitting position and delicately exposed the more intimate aspects of his stunningly beautiful physique.
A towel was draped over the back of his shoulders fluttering lazily in the breeze along the side of his body. It gave a sense of being covered yet still completely open and exposed because you could see the fine details of his chest and stomach, the natural creases of the skin in a sitting position, and the tautness of his stomach’s slight abdominal muscles. You could even see the fine hairs along his arms and legs which weren’t covered by the towel since it was only draped over a part of his shoulders and fluttering outwards in the gentle breeze.
It was a master piece in its entirety, but what was truly amazing is even though Anatoli was wearing a Speedo the details still showed him as a sexy young boy soon entering puberty. I could see the obvious outline of his little two inch pre-pubescent boy penis just beneath the snug fitting fabric including the bunched up folds of skin just below the ridge of his mushroom shaped glans. The way his Speedos clung to his fleshy boy parts it even framed his two grape sized testicles leaving very little to the imagination of what he was packing beneath the flimsy fabric just like he always appeared to us when he was swimming at the pool. There was so much to take in all at once as I continued to study the piece in the way an artist would. Ever since I’ve been taking art lessons my eyes now took in paintings differently giving me better insight and way of looking at them.
Now as I studied the work from an artist’s perspective I was mesmerized. Even though my eyes took everything in my attention was constantly drawn to the natural beauty of what makes Anatoli the boy he is today. I couldn’t help myself as I kept glancing towards his most private and intimate places taking in the subtle yet very detailed area of his crotch. Depending on how you scrutinized the painting it almost looked like he was sporting an erection while at other times it simply appeared as if his little boy baubles were snuggled softly beneath the fabric. Along the seam of his right leg I could make out the obvious exposed naked outline from his pinkish brown colored membrane of his young smooth boy bag as it spilled out the side of the stretchy Lycra fabric reminding me of yesterday’s incident at the pool when it had popped out as well. The artwork depicted only about one third of his exposed right testicle so I could clearly see it with the naked eye when I scrutinized the painting closely; however, if a person wasn’t looking at the image closely one wouldn’t even know it had flopped out of the fabric.
By scrutinizing the artwork closely I could just make out the portion of his testicle with the skin pulled up tightly across it as if it was straining to be set free from its restricting confines. Even though this was the only visible part of his most intimate parts in the entire image in a way he looked sexier in this painting than I’ve ever seen him in real life. In some ways the subtleness of his exposure made the boy look even more sumptuously nubile because the depiction of the boy at the cusp of adolescent pubescence hinted at the intense beauty of things still to come.
“Do you like it?” I heard the boy whispering in my ear with his face planted next to my cheek almost making me jump because his nearness had caught me off guard since I had been so enthralled with the imagery of the artwork.
My focus had been so intent on the painting I hadn’t even heard or felt the younger boy crawl up on the bed and cuddle up with me. When he had asked if I liked the painting I could feel his warm breathe tickling my face, ear, and neck. He smelled so delightfully wonderful as I dumbly nodded my head inhaling deeply still enthralled by the vision of perfection within the image a few feet in front of me.
“Absolutely splendid,” I exhaled softly not wanting to disturb the mood as a tear trickled from the corner of my eye flowing around the crease where our two soft warm cheeks were plastered together.
The younger boy must have felt it because he pulled his face away scrutinizing me while he put his hand to his cheek feeling it was wet. “Are you alright,” he whispered sounding a bit frightened as if I was getting upset again.
Slowly I turned to gaze into his beautiful soft deep blue churning orbs nodding my head. “I’m fine Anatoli…it’s just…,” I paused gazing once more at the painting. “You are so beautiful. Everything in the painting captured you perfectly and it is how I see you in my thoughts every day when you are not around me. I can’t explain it, but you are simply beautiful and in the painting just as I remembered you on that day. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, but looked so at ease and in the moment…so at peace with the world.” I sighed recalling that wonderful peaceful day. “I love the painting Anatoli, but how…I mean it must have cost you a fortune to have painted.” I whispered softly still not wanting to disturb the mood while taking in the vision of perfection.
Then another thought occurred to me as I glanced over towards the doorway and blushing wondering if Anatoli’s mom had seen the painting and my reaction with Anatoli just now. To my relief she wasn’t there having left the two of us alone, but she must have known about the painting because surely she had something to do with it and had also helped the boy unwrap it. This means she probably also knew about the very detailed and revealing pictures I had taken of Anatoli including the close up ones. The younger boy had asked for the pictures since he knew I had taken them, but I didn’t think he’d show his mother because they really were very high resolution images and actually showed a lot of details just like in the painting.
“Does…uh…did your mom see the painting, I mean of course she did, but…um…you know?” I asked nervously as Anatoli leaned in and pulled my arm around his shoulder so he could cuddle up with me.
This was something natural between the two of us anymore as he shrugged his shoulders. “Sure she did. When I told her months ago about my idea of having Grandfather do a painting for your birthday she thought it was a very good idea; especially, after I showed her the pictures I wanted to use.” He explained while we both looked at the revealing painting of him looking really sexy for a boy his age.
“Really…I mean she wasn’t creeped out about it?” I asked nervously.
“Of course not you silly goose.” He sniggered using one of my own phrases on me making me chuckle as well. “Grandfather has done many paintings of me so why should this be any different. He’s really famous where we live you know.”
“Wow, I can see why Anatoli. He’s absolutely fabulous and I’m honored he’d do a painting for me. I mean I’m surprised he managed to get it done and sent off in such a short amount of time.” I shook my head because there was a lot of work in the painting and done with such precision, detail, and perfection, and from all indications done in only two to three month’s time.
“Yes, he was worried too about it getting damaged during shipping with the paint being so fresh. He made sure it was completely dry before putting the protective coat on it, but still he was worried how it would fare during shipping along with a few of the other paintings he sent at the same time. He ships his painting all over the world though so knows how to properly pack and crate them up so they do not get damaged, but he was still happy to hear the paintings arrived safely.” The curly boy explained as I yawned the emotional day catching up to me.
I scooted further back on to the bed and lay down on my side with Anatoli doing the same cuddling up in my arms as we spooned together. He reached for his pillow handing it to me so I could put my head on it while I cradled his neck and head in the crook of my left arm wrapping it across the front of his chest. My right hand was draped lazily over his waist as we lay snuggled up together continuing to look at the painting.
Wriggling my face closely to the boy I buried my nose in his soft curly blond locks and inhaled deeply my eyes fluttering closed with the comforting familiarity of Anatoli’s scent. The boy smelled so deliciously delectable and I could tell he must have bathed recently. I could detect the light fragrance from his soap and strawberry scented shampoo intermingled with his distinct boyish bouquet. His body pressed up against mine was warm, soft, familiar, and comforting as I slowly began to nod off simply enjoying the closeness of the boy while his voice droned on. I really wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying purely enjoying the silky smoothness of his voice and I suppose at some point he must have realized it because now in the recesses of my mind I could detect the soft whisper of my name as the boy murmured it in my ear as if to see I was still awake.
At some point he must have become alarmed and gotten up to get his mother because I now detected her soft reassuring voice. I was too exhausted at the moment to stir though not wanting to open up my eyes because I felt all cozy in Anatoli’s bed.
“You see.” I heard Anatoli speaking softly to his mother. “Do you think he is alright?” The boy asked nervously.
“Yes…yes…he’s fine Anatoli. I just am doing the thinking today is exhausting for your Other Brother. It was to being sad…happy…and…um…how you say…upsetting. So Robby enjoy gift…yes.” She asked with Anatoli giggling.
“Oh yes he very much loved the painting. I’ve noticed him often at oil paintings ever since he began taking lessons. He says I am beautiful.” He giggled again.
“Yes…indeed you are…very beautiful…and Robby is being handsome boy too…yes.” She seemed to tease her son.
“But you are my mother so you have to say I’m beautiful.” I heard Anatoli asserting.
“Well Robby say you are beautiful too…yes. I do not think he is to be ever lying to you…no.” She emphasized.
“No, he’s never lied to me before.” Anatoli conceded.
“There see…when I say you are beautiful it is not because I am being mother…it is being because you are beautiful…yes.” She chuckled as I heard a kissing noise and knew she was probably hugging her little boy and giving him a kiss. “So I am thinking we let Robby sleep here with you tonight in room. He sleeps, I am washing clothes, and tomorrow we have good breakfast…yes.” She asked hearing no protest from her son.
Anatoli readily agreed crawling in bed next to me while his mother covered us up with a thin blanket. I felt her soft lips brushing up against my forehead, eyes, nose, and lips knowing she did the same thing for her son as well. Throughout it all I didn’t stir even though I wasn’t totally gone, my slumbering state only flirting on the edges of the abyss, which is unusual because typically it was Anatoli who never roused once he was asleep.
Things settled down inside the house and I could tell Mrs. Markowsky must have also gone to bed. Anatoli was spooned up against my chest and stomach his scent lulling me to sleep when I felt him begin to squirm around. He scooted slightly away from me moving around and bumping into me now sort of rousing me up from my slumbering state.
“What’s the matter?” I exhaled softly in a small whisper not bothering to open my eyes.
“Oh…sorry Robby did I wake you? Um…I was just getting more comfortable.” He whispered back once more snuggling his soft warm body next to mine as I automatically draped my right arm over his small waist working my hand slowly down between his legs so I could curl it around his adorably sweet and sexy hot boyhood.
His scent was now starting to arouse me as I felt myself chubbing up when I ran my fingers over his smooth firm tummy and over his soft warm hairless pubic mound. My hands went down even further wrapping around his extremely rigid little nail giving it a few gentle strokes feeling it twitch around excitedly before I released it moving on. I took his small sagging fleshy boy bundle in the palm of my hand rolling around his grape sized corks taking note of how baggy his little purse felt within the confines of our bed covers. My hand now began to slowly and methodically run all over his naked skin making me shudder excitedly when my eyes suddenly popped wide open and I gasped.
“Anatoli, are you naked?” I whispered excitedly hearing the boy giggling and turning around in my arms so he was facing me. His cheeks turned beet red as he gave me a sheepish kind of grin. “Holy shit…but…,” I chuckled shaking my head. “What on earth possessed you to strip naked; especially, since you know…I mean…getting naked in front of others and all.” I pointed out getting a bit more serious now as I gazed into his deep blue giddy eyes while I ran my fingers through his white blonde colored curls making me sigh because I so loved his eyes and hair.
The boy shrugged, but couldn’t help himself from giggling. “Oh…it’s just lately I enjoy sleeping naked. Usually when I stay over at your place I wear my underwear with pajamas or shorts, or sometimes just my pajama bottoms, but at home anymore I sleep naked. I like how it feels.” He replied as I began to lift the covers so I could take a look at his naked body.
This got a reaction out of him as he squeaked and protested immediately gathering the blanket around his naked body making me furrow my eyes in confusion. “I thought…,” I whispered back seeing him getting embarrassed and shy about me actually seeing him naked. “Sorry Anatoli…I wasn’t thinking…but geeze for real…if you are still this embarrassed about me actually seeing you naked what on earth possessed you to strip off your clothes?” I asked curiously while pulling him towards me and feeling his erection sliding up against my own covered one making us both quiver and croon excitedly for a moment because of the naughty like sensuous touching down there between our hard erections.
After a short pause Anatoli’s body began to relax once more. “I…it’s just…I don’t know. I mean…I just wanted to sort of give you another gift for your birthday…you know…,” He giggled playfully. “I mean more than simply us touching each other down there beneath our clothes, but still so you can’t see me since I’m under the blanket. I…um…is it alright…I mean…do you like it?” He asked with me unable to resist as I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips my hand running down between us so I could stroke his uncovered erection this time somehow seeming sexier than usual.
“Yes I love it very much and you always amaze me Anatoli. I mean you totally turn me on all the time.” I whispered softly as the temptation to actually get even more sexually involved with the boy began to overwhelm me.
“So what are you planning on doing come morning when you have to get up and take a piss.” I chuckled teasingly as Anatoli lifted his head up and stuck his tongue out at me.
“Well…you have to promise not to sneak a peek.” He smiled impishly while I shook my head.
“Oh no…you won’t get that sort of promise out of me.” I teased back giving his naked ass a quick squeeze hearing the boy’s voice tweak as he giggled mischievously knowing I wouldn’t ruin things by actually peeping at him when he got up in the morning.
He settled his head back on my chest enjoying the close contact between the two of us. My hands were all over his naked body as we began once more to snuggle and kiss passionately. I could tell things were beginning to get out of hand and I didn’t want to be the one to finally bring the younger boy over the top for his very first time when he wasn’t ready so slowly backed away. Our lips separated and I felt my little munchkin sigh in contentment making me smile at how close to one another we had become over the months. In so many ways we were in all reality sexually involved with one another, but in many ways it was in an innocent kind of way not pushing too much or too fast for the younger boy to come to terms with the changes he was slowly undergoing.
“Robby…maybe we should take your underwear off too.” Anatoli suggested with me chuckling and nodding my head.
Shifting on my back I lifted up my hips and allowed the younger boy to help with removing my boxer briefs feeling my extremely hard erection bouncing free from the waist band and slapping against my small bush before settling into place. Anatoli had pulled aside the blanket and was now scrutinizing my small bush, sagging testicles, and rigid tube. He was running a set of his fingers through my brown curls as my rigid tool rubbed along the back of his hand, and playing around with my sack in his other one rolling around my chestnut sized nuggets in his fingers. I looked down watching him play with my intimate bundle noticing the blanket wrapped around his midriff so I couldn’t see anything on him making me smile and shake my head at his shyness.
It was kind of strange because in many ways it was like he knew I was intimately familiar with what he had between his legs; yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to totally commit. There was certainly something troubling the boy in this regard. So often I had been tempted to ask him outright about it and get to the bottom of things, but I never really felt the timing had been right to bring it out in the open. There were times he sort of hinted at his shyness, but never really revealed the totality of the situation making me wonder if he knew for himself exactly why he was so shy in this regard.
The boy was now running his fisted fingers up and down the length of my shaft as it twitch around in his fingers. He was starting to get a rise out of me and I guess he sort of sensed it so stopped and released my sweaty torrid piece of rigid flesh. I so wanted to tell him to continue so I could climax finally revealing to him one aspect of having real sex, but I cared too much for the smaller boy knowing I would prefer to let him choose the time and place when he was ready to do such intimate acts with someone closer to his own age. It was the right thing to do in my opinion as I watched the smaller boy climb on top of me, the blanket briefly fluttering outwards giving me a clear unobstructed view of his beautiful body in its entirety for a split second before he settled his warm body right on top of mine. We both quivered excitedly as our naked erections rubbed up against one another twitching around playfully.
“I wish mine was bigger down there like yours.” I heard the younger boy not really complain but sort of having wishful thinking in this regard, which I suppose all of us guys tend to aspire for in regards to our little sexy play toys.
“Why? I mean you are absolutely perfect down there.” I whispered back burying my nose in the crook of his neck and blond curly locks while I ran my hand down across his lower back and soft fleshy perky butt cheeks.
“You really think so?” He asked while rocking his hips and groin sensually into mine with both of us quivering because it was so damn sexually stimulating.
“Uh…oh fuck that feels totally awesome.” I hissed before swallowing and sucking in air because I was beginning to get turned on.
My hands cupped his butt cheeks more firmly to slow him down a bit before I busted a nut ruining things for good between the two of us. “I…um…of course…I mean what you have down there is just right for a boy your age and build.” I assured him.
“How do you know?” He asked as he slowed down the stimulating rocking motion between our erections.
The weight of his testicles caused his slightly sagging ball bag to slither down between my spread out legs making me tremble. I could feel them rubbing up against the bottom part of my soft fleshy teen purse getting me all worked up because this truly was beginning to turn into a sensuous kind of interaction threatening to send me over the edge. I decided it was time to stop this before it got out of hand progressing into something more than what the two of us were comfortable with at this stage. Just as I was going to roll him off of me I felt the younger boy reaching down between us wrapping both of our erections in his fist and squeezing them tightly. I immediately realized he had been close to crossing over the threshold of rapture as well because this is how he always seemed to stop himself.
Several seconds later I felt him loosening up his grip and release both of our torrid sweaty erections. I took this opportunity to slide him off to the side so we could spoon and cuddle together taking away some of the sexual tension.
After getting settled down Anatoli broke the silence. “Well?” He asked.
“Well what?” I responded having forgotten what we were talking about.
“I asked how you know I’m just fine down there…you know.” He giggled craning his neck and looking at me in that sweet kind of nature he had about him.
Shrugging my shoulders I pointed to the painting which was still propped up on the chair and dimly illuminated from some sort of very soft and limited light source Anatoli had in his room. “It isn’t as if any of us don’t know what you’ve really got down there Anatoli. I mean…yeah sure you don’t actually get undressed in front of us, but let’s face it sometimes your skimpy bathing suit leaves…uh…well…very little to the imagination. Besides, it isn’t as if I haven’t felt you down there either.” I added thinking this would answer his question as to how I knew exactly how big he was done there.
“No you silly goose, that isn’t what I meant. I mean how do you know my size is the same as other boys my age?”
“Geeze, I don’t know Anatoli. I mean you are old enough to know everyone is sort of different down there and change as they get older. I mean we all basically have the same equipment and all; just everyone is different with how they mature. We’ve talked some about this sort of thing before.” I replied giving him a warm hug and gentle kiss on the cheek to reassure him that indeed he was perfectly fine down there.
“Yes I know…but…um…was yours the same size as mine when you were eleven years old?” He asked curiously while I chuckled at his persistence seeing him crane his neck and grinning at me impishly.
Exhaling noisily I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah I suppose, probably even smaller now that I think on it some. I mean I was pretty small down there, but really never paid much attention until I was a little older. I guess growing up I’ve seen plenty of my friends naked when we were little and I suppose most of them were a bit bigger than me while a few a tad smaller. So yeah, thinking on it I suppose I was probably about the same maybe a bit smaller than you.” I whispered in his ear giving it a bit of a nibble hearing him giggling at the sensual touch. “I love you Anatoli and I wish you wouldn’t worry so much about your extremely sexy gorgeous penis and wonderfully nice soft boy bag.” I sniggered giving the sweaty soft thing a gentle squeeze for emphasis.
“You are perfect and I wouldn’t lie about something like this…alright?” I prompted hearing the boy sigh contentedly and nod his head.
“Yeah…thanks Robby. I’ve seen other boys my age too, but it’s kind of hard to really compare…you know. I mean it’s not the same when I look down at myself versus seeing it from a distance on someone else at a different angle.” He giggled with me feeling his body getting warm for a few seconds as if he were blushing. “I love you too.” He added in a soft hushed tone with the two of us finally settling down and fading off to sleep.
It wasn’t until I smelled something cooking in the kitchen when I finally stirred awake once more. I was sleeping on my left side with the younger boy also on his left side the two of us spooned together lazily. Anatoli was still slumbering, but I could tell he too was slowly waking up as I leaned over giving him a soft kiss on the mouth hearing him sigh happily. Holding him tightly to my body, I rolled over on to my back taking him with me as his legs spread outwards to drape over on either side of my thighs with his warm back snuggled on top of my stomach. My head and shoulders was propped up on the pillow in more of a reclined position allowing me to look down over the thin blanket noticing the nice little tent created by Anatoli’s rigid tally-whacker. I nibbled along his ear hearing him giggle as his penis twitched and he squirmed in my arms but not much because he was enjoying it.
Reaching down I started to lift up the blanket teasingly hearing him cheep squeakily and immediately pressed the blanket down on his chest with his hands. Undeterred I slipped my fingers beneath the blanket from the sides and sought out his damp sweaty jig and tackle. Once more he squirmed around a bit giggling in the process because it tickled.
Once my fingers wrapped around his goods though, slowly working his bundle, the boy began to settle down. “Mmmmm, that feels so nice…I love it when you touch me down there.” He sighed appreciatively as I slowly ran my finger and thumb up and down the length of his very firm little tent peg. “I had the most wonderful dream about us last night.” He sighed when suddenly he jolted and squirmed out of my grip literally clamping his hands over his erection and balls while hopping out of bed.
“Shit, don’t peek.” He squeaked but it was too late because he had literally bolted out of the bed completely starkers.
It had only been a brief glimpse of his stiff erection twitching and soft ball sack bumping around against his thighs before he had covered himself with his hands, but it was enough to make the boy blush as he turned his naked ass to me. As for me, I couldn’t help myself as I began busting a gut closing my eyes just to humor him.
“Shit…shit…shit…it’s not funny.” He chirruped. “I…I gotta take a piss real bad.” I heard him protest in a sort of excited high pitched boy voice making me chuckle once more and open my eyes up a crack.
The boy had turned back around snatching up his pajama bottoms and was holding them over his boy parts when he saw me taking a quick look. “Hey!” He protested.
“What…sorry…I can’t help it besides you’re covered up enough anyway.” I chuckled seeing him turn with his naked ass clutching down tightly which was also pretty damn funny because I knew then he was about to piddle all over the place if he didn’t make it to the bathroom and soon.
I continued to snigger as he bolted for the door in a comical kind of gate between running and standing up straight with his knees barely bending for fear of pissing himself. His butt cheeks were clamped so tight it amazed me he could even move at all. Somehow he managed to duck out the door and skip across the hallway shutting the bathroom door behind him. A second later I could hear the blast of urine splashing noisily in the porcelain bowl. It was hilarious because it took like forever for it to stop, making me wonder just how much he had to drink last night before going to bed.
Sighing I threw off the blanket and scooted toward the edge of the bed letting my legs dangle over the side. I pinched the tip of my penis helping to stave off the pressure of my bladder and the urgent need to take my own piss while I waited for the boy to finish up. The door to the bedroom was wide open, but I wasn’t too concerned about being naked and with an erection to boot since I could hear Anatoli’s mom scurrying around in the kitchen. I’d be able to hear her in the hallway long before she made it to the bedroom so didn’t bother hiding my own stiffie.
While I waited until Anatoli was done peeing, brushing his teeth, and getting cleaned up I took a closer look at the painting. I was once more amazed at how beautiful the younger boy looked with all the details of him to complete scale with the landscape in the background adding even more depth to the artwork. If I wouldn’t have had an erection from the need to take a piss, I most definitely would have had one from simply looking at the magnificence of perfection in the guise of an eleven year old near naked boy.
Hearing the bathroom door opening I looked up smiling giddily as Anatoli came walking back into the bedroom having noticed me studying the painting and closing the bedroom door behind him while scowling at me. “You are such a tease Robby. That was no fair.” He tried to pout as he sashayed towards me looking sexy as ever completely shirtless with his pajama bottoms leaving little to the imagination as his willie went from being soft to extremely hard because I was sitting there completely naked and he enjoyed seeing me like this; especially, all boned up to boot.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you know. I mean you are the one who simply jumped out of bed without any warning. Besides I really didn’t see all that much…well except for that sexy ass of yours.” I teased watching the boy blush at the mere mention of me seeing his naked ass while he sat right down in my lap facing me and squishing my erection in the process without further ado.
I winced and shifted in order to ease the tension off of my sweltering piece of tube steak. “Besides it isn’t as if I hadn’t seen your ass before since you seem to love mooning me at times.” I teased with the two of us giggling like silly girls.
The boy grinned wickedly and wriggled his butt on top of my erection. “It is really hard this morning.” He teased leaning in and giving me a nice good morning kiss on the lips while I slowly leaned back so his weight was lying on top of me.
Smiling back at him I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his erection and pajama bottoms chuckling. “Well for someone who just took a piss you’re hard as a nail too.” I teased back hearing the boy giggle as he turned his head gazing at the artwork.
“Do you really like the painting?” He asked with me following his gaze and nodding.
“Yeah Anatoli you are extremely beautiful in it. This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten. Oh…um…well maybe that’s not exactly true.” I paused for a moment before continuing. “I have to say the second best gift.” I amended at the last moment getting an intense steady gaze from the boy as he searched my face for a moment.
“I’m so glad you love it then. I was worried and didn’t really know what to get you because I love you so much and you are my special ‘Other Brother.’ Besides, you’ve done so much for us.” He sighed giving me a hug and becoming quiet for a few moments. “What was your favorite gift ever then?” He asked curiously after a brief pause.
“Oh…that’s easy. It was last night when you slipped out of your clothes and we slept naked together, or was it the image of your naked ass when you bolted out of bed this morning.” I teased giving his erection a little tweak feeling him jerk and give a little squeak which I was getting used to hearing from the younger boy.
“Really?” He asked sincerely after squirming around and settling back down.
“Yeah I suppose. I mean both the painting and us sleeping together naked was the best birthday present ever Anatoli. I suppose one isn’t better than the other, but to answer your original question…I do love the painting very much because it will always be a reminder of when we first met and I fell in love with my ‘Other Brother’ who simply amazes me each and every single day. It was also the day of our first real kiss together; remember?” I whispered softly recalling the special moment and leaning in to give him a kiss to emphasize my point.
Our lips connected as if imitating the special moment all those months back before we separated and sighed contentedly. Sitting up so I could take care of my own needs I smiled as the cute blond curly haired boy squirmed off my lap. His erection was pressing up against his pajama bottoms creating the typical boy boner tent making me laugh and shake my head.
“What I can’t help it, not when I’m around you and especially when I see you all naked.” He sniggered taking a seat and ogling me as I stood up with my own pole waving around in front of me like a flag flapping around in a steady breeze.
The boy knew I needed to take my own piss and watched me intently, enjoying how my rigid four inch penis swayed around stiffly in front of me and how my nut sack seemed to bounce around off my thighs. He giggled watching me try to quickly slip into my boxer briefs with my hard tube stubbornly refusing to get tucked away properly inside my underwear.
“I love watching you get dressed.” He taunted, while I grabbed my thin hard pecker and wagged it at him before sticking my tongue out getting a fit of giggles from him.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I teased back managing to finally get my equipment put into place.
Unable to resist I bent forward and kissed him softly, the blue eyed boy’s lips feeling silky soft on mine as his arms wrapped around my neck and he gently pulled me towards him when he leaned back on the bed. I was now lying on top of him and could feel his erection twitching up against my abdomen. Our lips parted as I slowly ran my mouth down across his chest pausing long enough to give his left nipple a bit of a nibble eliciting that little boyish tittering giggle and squeaking noise I was falling in love with before I continued on downward. His stomach was lifting and lowering rapidly enjoying the tingling sensations of my lips and tongue as I slid them around his small belly button moving further downwards along his body. His erection was pressing up against the fabric of his pajama bottoms as I slid my right hand between his leg openings and slowly began to massage his twitching worm.
“Oh…oh…shit…that feels so good.” He moaned softly as I began to tug lightly on the front of the waistband.
Glancing up I could see the boy watching me intently, but he didn’t move to stop me with a look of utter trust on his features. Slowly I eased the front of his pajama bottoms downwards feeling him squirm around a little so I could get the back part over his butt cheeks while the front remained in place snuggled around the base of his torrid erection. The pale skin of his bare pubic mound was now completely exposed as I lowered my lips on them feeling his hips buck for a split second because I’ve never done this to him before.
“O…oh…mmmmm…,”that feels awesomely wicket he exhaled his body quivering and his rigid two and a half inch sleek erection twitching around comically beneath the covering of his pajama bottoms threatening to wriggle free.
My lips continued to linger along his pale warm silkiness of his hairless mound with my senses beginning to rattle around because his overpowering sex scent began to waft from between his legs and into my lungs as I breathed him in deeply. I felt Anatoli shuddering totally engrossed with what I was doing to him as my own body shivered lustfully. I wanted so desperately to free up his goods for real and slurp him up into my mouth, but the image of him looking down at me with complete trust on his features made me ashamed at even having such thoughts. I knew he was sensitive about being exposed and was surprised he allowed me to even expose this much of him. It was one thing to see his naked ass, but this was very close to being completely naked because even now I could just make out the base of his shaft and a bit of his nut sack just below it because of the way his waistband was pressed up against his torrid erection creating a slight gap. I knew he could see it as well, yet he allowed me to have this much of him, which to me spoke volumes of the trust he had in me.
Pressing my lips up against his pubic mound I blew a little air fart feeling him twitch and giggle at the tickling sensation as I craned my neck looking up into his eyes. “Damn, I just love everything about you. Thanks for trusting me.” I sighed seeing him blush and nod his head.
Looking back down I could still see the base of his shaft between the gap of his pajama bottoms and the outline of his bullet shaped glans as the tip of his penis pressed up against the soft material. Leaning down I wrapped my lips around the fabric of his pajamas and the tip of his glans giving them a very gentle nibble. This was a very sensitive area and even the lightest of nibbles instantly elicited a huge reaction out of him as he immediately chirped in surprise his hands clamping down over his boy bits protectively as he curled up turning sideways on the bed exposing his naked ass to me.
“Ouch…hey!” He protested, but not too hard as he began giggling uncontrollably because even though it had been like a slight pinch he felt it was simply too funny because I had actually place my mouth over his pajama covered nozzle.
We were both giggling like a bunch of little girls. Sighing, I gave his naked ass a resounding firm smack, which echoed loudly in the room and left behind a handprint for a second before fading away as I got up. Anatoli bleated over the gruff treatment glaring at me and pretending to pout while I stood up and laughed waggling my finger at him.
“Hey don’t give me that look. You deserved it and you know it for being such a tease.” I retorted sticking my tongue out at him with the two of us busting up laughing as he shifted on to his back his erection twitching and almost popping free when he hitched up his hips pulling his pajama bottoms back over his pale butt cheeks.
My own penis now felt like it was about to explode from neglect as I pinched the tip of my knob and turned heading out his room and across the hall into the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind me I took care of my own bladder and then used Anatoli’s toothbrush to clean my teeth. We’ve shared our toothbrushes before so it wasn’t anything unusual for us as I rinsed out my mouth and joined the younger boy who was waiting for me before heading into the kitchen. I was still in my boxer briefs and Anatoli in his pajama bottoms when Mrs. M greeted us and motioned towards the small table before serving us breakfast. There was milk and juice along with toast, scrambled eggs, and ham. I was famished and it appeared like Anatoli was starving too as the two of us dug in leaving the platters completely empty once we finished inhaling everything his mom had prepared for us.
Sitting back I thanked Mrs. Markowsky for that wonderful breakfast with her smiling very pleased I had enjoyed it saying it was the least she could do considering how much I’ve been looking after her little treasure, as she often loved to refer to her little boy. Getting up I started to clear away the dishes when I noticed her start to protest, but was diverted with Anatoli speaking to his mom with what I assumed must have been a couple of questions. I couldn’t be sure because he reverted back to their native language speaking quickly with his mom glancing towards me every once in a while making me blush wondering what the younger boy was saying. I was just finishing when Anatoli’s mom waved for me to take a seat.
“So Anatoli say you love painting, yes?” She inquired making me blush and nod.
“Yes very much.” I told her a bit embarrassed because of the sexual undertones to it.
“Ah…this is good, no. He was being nervous about gift. He also is to reminding of promise when you help with unpacking of items from old country.” She stated cryptically motioning for me to follow her son.
Glancing at her wondering what she meant I shrugged and got up following Anatoli towards his bedroom. Instead of entering his room we walked past it and into the small room at the end of the hall reminding me how we had crammed a lot of things inside of it. Closing the door behind us I noticed most of it was now cleared out recalling how a few weeks back they had that huge yard sale selling many extra items they no longer needed. It brought the family a nice bit of cash flow for them to use because some items were very unique coming from the old country which intrigued people around here.
Looking around I now knew what Mrs. Markowsky was referring to because I had asked about the large crates when we stored them in here. Anatoli had mentioned they were bins holding oil paintings his grandfather had given them over the years. Now with the room cleared out, other than a small sofa and a few other items, it appeared as if they had converted the small space into a sitting room. The crates holding the paintings were also gone, but they evidently had taken the artwork out of the containers and spread them around the edges of the wall on the floor. There were two or three paintings lined up in every row leaning up against the wall and each one covered protectively with a sheet.
“Wow, there’s like so many of them.” I chuckled looking around the room with Anatoli nodding his head.
“Yes grandfather gave us two or three painting every year since I’ve been born with several from even before then. The older ones are against this wall over here, but the ones over here along the other walls are the ones I really would like you to see. Will you give me a moment to spread them all out?” He asked while I frowned questioningly. “You know like yesterday…just turn around first so I can get them arranged before you turn around.” He added with me mouthing the word ‘OH’ and doing as asked.
While I waited for him to get them arranged I began getting excited wondering what they were like. If the painting of Anatoli in his red Speedo was any indication I knew I was in for a real treat because his Grandfather was a renowned artist. When I got home I’d have to look him up on the internet for sure so I could see some of his other works and sort of get an idea as to the value of the painting for insurance purposes.
“Alright you can turn around.” Anatoli announce after what seemed like a long time with me turning and gasping as I looked in awe at the entire collection of artwork spread out along the walls all of them in order from what I could tell.
“Holy crap…,” I whispered with my eyes bugging out of their eye socket because all the images were of Anatoli from infancy up to just recently this summer as I recognized three paintings of him with the ranch in the background.
They were all so vivid and beautiful as my eyes simply went from him as a baby all the way to him as he was now and once more going back to the beginning as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Beautiful…,” I managed to croak out noticing the boy beaming proudly at me.
“You really think so?” He asked nervously with me nodding my head because the paintings to me represented who he was as he grew older starting from the time of him being a baby, then a toddler, transforming into his very young boy years, then into his typical boy years, and finally up to the present day of a pre-teen.
Most people took pictures of their kids growing up, but even though there were only two or three paintings of Anatoli for every year of his life these spoke volumes compared to simple regular photographs. What truly amazed me though was that in each and every painting, including the most recent ones which must have come with the one in his red Speedo, depicted Anatoli completely naked and without a stitch of clothing on him. My mind went wild because I could actually see him developing as he got older. For most of his younger boy years until even when he must have been nine or so there wasn’t much change between his legs.
The ones which really provoked a sense of arousal and excitement though were the ones from like last year and this one. Those simply amazed me because it was like he was starting to transform into something other than a simple innocent little boy. None of the painting depicted him in a state of arousal or anything, but you could tell starting last year he was beginning to change into something more, in a way into something sensual. It was obvious there was still this air of innocence, but knocking at the door was this sense of impending change puberty would bring his way. It was as if he was at the cusp of sexual transformation leaving behind the innocence of boyhood and taking one step closer towards puberty and growing up.
“Do you like them?” Anatoli whispered softly breaking the spell with my eyes still unable to truly wrap around how he was completely naked in each and every one of them.
Almost all of them seemed to take place on some resort or another along the beaches of a lake. Actually, all of them were of him mostly playing nude in the water or in the sand; except for the ones at the ranch making me wonder if he had snapped some picture of himself naked like that before emailing the photographs for his grandfather to paint.
“I…yes…they are so beautiful Anatoli…but…,” I paused tearing my eyes from the images and looking at Anatoli intensely seeing him blush at my scrutiny. “I…I don’t understand. Almost all of them with the exception of the last ones look like they were taken on some public beach at a lake or something. I mean the ones from last year and the year before look like there weren’t any other people around and of course there are the ones from what looks like the ranch somewhere.” I stared at him shaking my head trying to wrap my mind around this. “I mean…you’re naked in all of them, but I’ve never seen you getting naked in front of others before. It’s like you sort of freak out about it. I just don’t understand and aren’t you worried about me seeing you naked in the paintings?” I asked my knees starting to shake because there were so many beautiful paintings of him in all his stunningly gorgeous glory.
With wobbly legs I managed to make it to the sofa and took a seat once more gazing at all the paintings feeling the younger boy settling in next to me and clinging on to my arms as he spoke softly. “No not really. I mean it is different than seeing me for real. It’s almost like how I do not mind you touching me…you know down there. Maybe if it was someone else then I wouldn’t want them to see these paintings…but with you…,” he shrugged as I gazed down at him while he looked back up into my eyes.
His little bright blue swirling orbs always fascinated me because they seemed to have a life of their own. One minute they were hard as steel, another moment powdery blue like the coolness of a cloudless sky, and then at other times almost soft and tender like. Currently they swirled around lively almost excitedly at seeing how much I loved the paintings of him.
“It’s just different with you somehow.” He admitted.
Glancing back at the paintings I furrowed my eyebrows shaking my head finally realizing this was the opportunity I had needed now for a while. “What happened to make you so shy about your body Anatoli? I mean even in the paintings all the way from when you were a toddler to about what…eight or nine…you seemed so happy and innocent about being naked. Then it is like you suddenly changed from one year to the next. I just don’t understand is all…I mean did something happen?” I asked with the curly haired boy also looking towards the painting seeming to realize the same thing.
“You see starting right there…what happened between then and the following year when you went to somewhere more private?” I asked pushing a little while he scrunched up his face before looking away as if suddenly remembering something. I could tell it was almost like a sad memory he had tried to bury and didn’t want to talk about, so I tried to switch up tactics. “Tell me about your grandfather and why he painted all these with you naked. I mean here in the states it would be almost impossible for an artist to paint images of boys completely naked even if they are his own sons. Even a naked baby sort of make people frown on them here in the States.” I added with Anatoli scrunching up his face feeling such things were so silly here in the U.S. while it was totally natural where he came from.
Slowly he began to tell me how his grandfather mainly painted children playing whether they were naked or clothed. His grandfather wasn’t necessarily a naturist, but during the summer months there were many places people went sunning and bathing in the nude including children of all ages. Every summer since he was born he spent several weeks with his grandfather at these resorts. His grandfather would often take pictures of him while he played in the water or in the sand when he was naked and then create two or three paintings of him for that year. He also painted other people as well, but mostly children. Many wealthy families would pay him to create these masterpieces of their children and often while they played naked. It was perfectly natural back home and no one thought anything of it; especially, not the children who were playing naked.
Anatoli was all curled up with his head lying in my lap now while I played with his blond tresses and we looked towards the paintings as he paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. I couldn’t get over how beautiful the paintings were with his completely soft silky sun kissed skin the tone of ochre and a shock of white curly hair in stark contrast to his deeply bronzed body. I waited patiently and he finally started up again.
Evidently from time to time his grandfather would have a project to do and he would let Anatoli play with some of the other boys under the watchful eyes of parents he knew. One time when Anatoli was eight years old his grandfather left him with a father he’s known for many years. The man had two sons a few years older than Anatoli, but the boys all got along and always had a good time playing together. On one occasion though after being dropped off to play with the other boys the man who was looking after him started to get drunk and before long he began to tease Anatoli because his penis was different from most of the other boys since he was circumcised and in their country boys still had their foreskin.
The teasing became really horrible for the younger boy with the two older boys joining in now as well. They began parading Anatoli around to other people pointing and tugging on his little boy penis. Sometimes they pulled on it hard enough where it actually hurt. Anatoli had been really confused, hurt, and embarrassed; especially, since the two older boys he looked up to were teasing him just as much as their father. He began crying and trying to hide, but they held him down and continued to tease him humiliating the younger boy in front of others.
It seemed like the teasing went on forever to Anatoli, but it couldn’t have been too long. Someone must have run and gotten his grandfather because the next thing he knew he was scooped up into strong loving arms and swiftly carried away. The next day the man and his boys were no longer at the resort and were banned from allowing to ever come back to any naturist resort again. His grandfather along with many others complained about the man who had steadily become unstable. Later it was found out the man was going through a horrible divorce and had also been harassing his own children. So when the boys’ father began picking on someone else the kids naturally joined in since in their minds it was better this was happening to someone else instead of them.
The room we were sitting in became quiet for several long moments before Anatoli spoke up once more. “I haven’t thought of it for so long Robby, and never really connected what happened to why I can’t get undressed in front of others because I was still just a kid.” He added with me trying not to smirk because he still was a kid for all practical purposes.
“I mean I still loved spending time with my grandfather and going swimming naked at the beach, but only when we were in private without others around. At the time I just thought maybe I was getting older like other boys who find themselves no longer wanting to sunbathe in the nude.” Anatoli tried to explain as he was finally beginning to realize a few things about this as well.
Once more things became quiet for a bit with me leaning over giving the boy an affectionate soft kiss seeing him smiling at me appreciatively as he reached up stroking my cheek tenderly. “I love it when you do these sorts of things Robby. It makes me feel special.” He sighed closing his eyes with a peaceful contented look starting to form on his features.
“That’s because you are special Anatoli…to me and everyone else.” I assured him running my thumb across his forehead seeing more of the tension leaving his face.
“I guess now I know it was more than simply getting older.” Anatoli smiled awkwardly opening his eyes and looking into mine while I nodded sympathetically. “I mean even simple things like getting undressed in front of my closest friends became more and more difficult until I completely stopped getting changed in front of anyone at all; except, like for my grandfather in the summer when we went to a resort. Still though, I remember being stubborn about going skinny dipping last year even though my grandfather rented us a cabin on a private part of the lake with no one else around. It took me a long while before I got undressed and went swimming naked at the lake.” He shook his head sadly.
“I’m glad I did though because it was the last time grandfather painted me as a live model because this year we moved here. So when I got the idea of sending the picture of me in the red Speedo for him to paint for you he agreed so long as I also took other pictures of me for him to paint. He fell in love with the lighting and the backdrop of the ranch so felt he would love to do paintings of me from over here if he had some pictures. At first it felt a little awkward getting undressed, but then it was almost like being at the private lake because no one was around. It kind of made me feel sexy.” He giggled and blushed while I nodded my head looking at the most recent paintings of him.
“Yeah and it really shows.” I told him as he followed my gaze at the naked images of him on the ranch with the backdrop of hills and trees.
“You really think so?” He asked looking back up at me.
“Oh yeah, there is most definitely something very sexy about a few of the paintings. It starts from the ones he painted of you last year, but the ones from this year really shows just how sexy you are for sure.” I chuckled as I gazed at the most recent ones. “I mean the one second to the right looks like you were getting a bit chubbed up down there. Either that or the other ones had a cold breeze going on when the camera snatched the images of you.” I teased with the boy gasping and punching me in the arm as we both chuckled. “But for real Anatoli, the ones of you naked from this year really are very sexy.” I admitted.
“Would you rather have one of those instead of the one in the Speedo? I mean if you want you can switch it out.” He assured me while I gawked at him.
“What…no…I mean of course they are very beautiful Anatoli and I’d love to have them, but it’s just…I don’t know…there’s something special about the one with you in the Speedo. So no, I’ll keep the other one. Besides, even though it is kind of revealing I know exactly what I’ll be able to do so I can hang it up in my bedroom.” I explained with Anatoli looking pleased with not only me choosing to keep the one he had selected for me, but also because I planned on hanging it up in my room.
“Anyway, I plan on buying other paintings of children, both boys and girls in various settings whether it is playing outside, doing sports, or maybe playing a musical instrument…basically just kids being kids…you know.” I smiled nodding my head as things began to form in my mind how this could all work. “This way, your painting will look much more natural hanging with the others.” I nodded looking down noticing him smiling.
“Do you truly think I look really nice naked?” He asked with me glancing towards the most recent paintings.
“Yes Anatoli. Nice doesn’t even begin to describe what I think how you look completely naked.” I whispered back to him as the boy stood up and hooked his thumbs into his waistband catching me by surprise before I reacted because I noticed the tears beginning to flow from his beautiful blue eyes.
“No!” I snapped clamping my fingers over his hands my voice softening up because my sudden bark made him flinch. “No Anatoli, not like this. Not until you are really ready.” I shook my head knowing he was only going to do this because he had gotten caught up in the moment of the realization why he was so shy being naked around the others.
“But…,” he began with me wrapping my arm around his waist pulling him towards me with his stiff erection pressing up against my right cheek as I held him closely.
I could feel his arms twitch before he let go of his waistband running his fingers through my hair. “Why did you stop me?” The curly haired boy sniffled as I sat back and looked up shaking my head.
“Because I care about you Anatoli and I know you so well. Sure you would have just now gotten naked in front of me, but it wouldn’t have done any good. I know you still aren’t ready yet. You don’t have to rush things. It will only make it worse and then you will never feel comfortable about it around me or anyone else. Don’t worry about this so much. One day it won’t even be an issue for you, but until then don’t force things…promise me Anatoli.” I insisted with him sighing and nodding his head.
“Yes I promise. I guess you are right.” He admitted sitting back down next to me.
“I know I’m right. One day it will be just like with the paintings. It won’t bother you. I mean I’m sure not all too long ago you would have been humiliated if I had seen the paintings of you naked, and now here you are showing them off to me like the sexy little tart you are.” I teased reaching between his legs giving his soft pecker a quick squeeze feeling it immediately get hard while he gave me his little boyish shrill chirp making me laugh before the two of us settled down.
“Robby.” The curly haired boy sighed.
“Hmmm.”
“Before you go home you have to select out one painting for each of my years.” He stated with me gawking at him and shaking my head.
“What are you talking about?” I gasped looking at all the paintings before looking back at him. “I couldn’t do that…what would your mother say?” I added with him shrugging his shoulders.
“We already talked about it and she agrees since you like the other one you should have one for every year. You are my ‘Other Brother’ after all so should have a part of me from my entire past. So you have to choose one for every year. This means you have to pick out twelve paintings because I also want you to have a nude one of me as I am now in addition to the one in the red Speedo.” He added making me scrunch up my eyes because he said twelve and he’s only eleven years old.
“You mean a total of twelve paintings in all which would include the one of you in the red Speedo. I mean you are only eleven so eleven paintings including the one you gave me yesterday.” I tried to clarify with him shaking his head and chuckling.
“No silly goose… you have to include one of me as a baby before I even turned one year old…so twelve more with the red Speedo making thirteen paintings.” He explained.
By the time I finally got home it was lunchtime. I had tried to convince Anatoli and his mother the other paintings of him would simply be too much, but Mrs. Markowsky had insisted saying I was Anatoli’s ‘Other Brother’ so should be responsible for the care of some of the boy’s most intimate treasured items making me roll my eyes because when she had said it there was a hint of mischievousness behind her eyes and smirking mouth. It was almost as if she knew some of the naughty things her son and I were doing together making me blush.
I had finally relented but continued to blush profusely while trying to select a naked painting of Anatoli from every year because Mrs. Markowsky was there watching me intently throughout the process praising each and every one of my choices. It was really kind of awkward because she would unabashedly point out certain aspects of Anatoli’s naked physique. It made both me and her son flush with embarrassment because in many cases she was talking about how nice specific features of his particular very private attributes looked on him in certain situations. At one point I thought the poor boy would die of shame at how explicit his mother was in describing specific intimate aspects of his body. He endured through it all though for my sake and then audibly sighed in relief when the decision process was finally over with.
Now back at home I had all the paintings lined up in my room scrutinizing them intently realizing how I somehow had managed to choose paintings which really seemed to flow together nicely. It was as if I naturally knew which ones would work and play well on one another as I felt myself beginning to chub up because of how erotic this situation was with all the naked paintings of Anatoli lined up showing his development as he aged. Sighing I wrapped them all up placing them into three crates designed specifically to house oil paintings. I had to do some rearranging in my small walk-in closet, but they fit inside there well enough for now.
In the back of my closet there was a sort of small crawl space which stored boxes of old stuff. The removable panel was just high enough allowing me to slide the oblong shaped crates inside, so I planned on clearing out my old stuff and storing the crated paintings there. The only one which wouldn’t fit was the large piece of Anatoli in his red Speedos. It was by far the largest piece of them all and had been shipped in a separate crate, which I left behind explaining I was planning on hanging up the painting so didn’t need the bin, as I now measured it and whistled in amazement. The painting alone without the frame was slightly over fifty seven inches long and almost forty four inches high.
My balls throbbing and aching reminded me of how I hadn’t taken care of my personal intimate needs for two whole days now, and getting all sexed up with Anatoli had only managed to create the typical teenaged blue balls which really began to irritate me. So hopping in the shower I began to get myself washed up doing what came naturally to a hormonal crazed teenager as my mind wandered over each and every fine detail in those paintings. My soaped up hands slowly stroked my over sensitize four inch spike and within moments my nuggets were contracting spewing its contents all over the shower curtain with the goopy mess slowly running downwards into the tub. My whole body rattled with intensity as I grunted and moaned loudly my knees buckling because it had been so damn intense. My balls even ached more despite finally having released most of its overflowing storage capacity in literally one large blast allowing a tad more to spurt out intermittently.
“Fuck…fuck…fuckin shit…,” I gasped and winced because my balls refused to stop constricting as it tried to eject everything out of my system even though there was nothing left.
With me jacking off on a regular basis at least four or five times a day for several years, and suddenly now having gone two whole days without doing anything, it had me actually hurting and in pain after the naughty deed vowing never to go so long again without taking care of my business in a proper manner. I suppose just like a cow once you got into the habit of continually milking your boy udder then you had to do it on a consistent basis or it became a bit too much when you let things go. After what seemed like forever I could feel my spastic balls settling down allowing me to catch my breath.
With the euphoric high of my orgasm quickly dissipating I began to once more break down as I sat in the tub drawing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. The warm water felt nice on my body, but it did little to ease my guilt. I’ve been sort of suspecting I might be gay for a while now, but it was like the reality of it was truly setting in. Deep down I knew being gay isn’t what really bothered me, but rather it was the fact I had now been overtly pawing at little Anatoli in a very sexually intimate kind of manner. He was still young and innocent making me realize this is what truly bothered me because recently I had been really sexually turned on by Gabe as well, actually acting out on those intimate feelings with the younger boy.
These two boys were so much younger than me and the age difference truly bothered me because it simply didn’t feel right. With Gabe though he knew what he had wanted, and in the end understood like me it wasn’t right for us to continue since it was only about two boys busting a nut, but with Anatoli it was very different. He loved me and I loved him, but not in the specific certain kind of way even though it was very close to being that very special type of love. What bothered me though was how I was actually sexually lusting after the younger boy, and in some ways had taken advantage of his naïve kind of nature where sex was concerned. Yes he enjoyed it when I fondled him, but in his mind this wasn’t sex when it most assuredly was because of the intimate nature of the touching.
Everything about the last couple of days was now beginning to weigh on me. In some ways I had finally come to terms with my older brother’s death, but now I had another issue to contend with in regards to Anatoli. I could tell he was beginning to transform in a sexual way just by the way he was behaving and looking at me with more than simple curiosity. It was just beneath the surface with him wanting and needing more. I knew he couldn’t fully comprehend exactly what he was feeling at the moment as puberty began to catch up with him. It was clearly evident in the paintings how his body was beginning its slow process of evolutionary change as his hormone levels began to increase.
It was obvious the adorably sweet yet very sexy and nubile curly blond haired boy was yearning for much more than he truly could comprehend in just the little things he was starting to do. I don’t think he understood for himself why he was behaving this way. Last night in bed it was him stripping out of his pajamas sleeping with me naked for the first time even though he still couldn’t bring himself to show his bare body to me. Earlier this morning it was his absolute trust in me which allowed for the boy to be practically stripped naked and sexually assaulted by my lips and tongue all over his hairless naked blank slate of a pubic mound, the sexy heady scent of his boyness almost pushing me over the edge. I even got a little nibble in on his very rigid penis even though it was still covered by his pajama bottoms. After all of this it was then the willingness to show me his nakedness through the painting as if he somehow needed to please me in this way since he couldn’t actually physically reveal himself for real to me. Then at the very end when he had come to terms with why he was having these issues he still wanted to please me by actually being willing to strip out of his clothes to expose himself to me even though we both knew he wasn’t ready. These were all small signs of his body chemistry creating situations for him he normally wouldn’t otherwise consider.
I loved him so much and I didn’t want to be the one who was responsible for having him do things I knew he wasn’t truly ready for yet. Now though I was having trouble too, because deep down there was this very affectionate love I felt for the little guy along with those sexual lustful yearnings which would take things too far. The water turning tepid prompted me to finally stir as I stood back up, turned off the water, and got dried off before making my way to the bedroom so I could get dressed. I decided today was another good day for me to relax and recuperate. Dad would be home in time for dinner so I decided to fix something nice for us.
Shrugging away my blues I came to terms with my feelings for Anatoli deciding it was plainly better to accept things for the way they were, and deal with them if and when it was time. I loved my little munchkin, my ‘Other Brother’ dearly, but my mind began to wander in a different direction as other boys I knew took shape in my mind and I started to view some of them in a different kind of way. Yes, I nodded to myself coming to terms with my sexuality as I began to realize love may just yet truly be in the air for me, but time would certainly tell. I loved Anatoli, but it would never be the true kind of love which made a couple as one.
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End of Chapter Fifteen
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EXCERPT OPENING
We both remained silent for several minutes cuddling together and enjoying the closeness of our bodies before I broke the silence. “So your mom says you got me something really special for my birthday.”
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The boy immediately perked up, his eyes coming alive as they swirled around merrily looking intently at me. “Oh yes…at least I think you will like it, would you still like to see?” He asked a bit nervously now biting his lower lip wondering if he should have even asked considering what just happened.
“Anatoli you should know by now anything coming from you is something I would love and cherish no matter what. Besides, if it comes from your heart then it has to be good.” I told him sincerely. “So yes, I’d love to see the gift you got just for me.” I assured him.
“Wait here,” he instructed squirming out of my arms and scooting off the bed making me smile because of the way his pajama bottoms were riding up his butt crack and squishing his cute little boy tube and nuggets. Standing up he did a little dance trying to straighten himself out by pulling on his underwear and pajamas tugging the fabric out of his butt crack making me giggle while he glanced over sheepishly sticking his tongue out me.
The boy finally managed to get straightened out and started for the door before pausing and pointing over to his chair. “Um…maybe scoot the chair about five or six feet in front of the bed.” He suggested in perfect English but tinged by his thick accent as he bolted out the door and I shrugged doing what he asked before taking a seat on the bed again.
A few moments later he came shuffling in through the door carrying the huge flat wrapped up package which most definitely was several inches larger than him on the long side and almost as big on the other side. He could barely hang on to it and I figured it must have been about over forty inches on one side and close to sixty inches on the other side. It had to be some sort of poster or something because it was flat and he knew I’d become interested lately in picking up artwork posters for my room. It’s something I adored about the little boy because he truly was curious about everything and paid attention to what was important to others with him actually taking an active interest in it as well. His exuberance got me excited to see what he managed to find for me. Posters weren’t near as expensive like regular paintings, but still looked really nice when put in a frame. This one though would be the largest in my collection making me wonder if his mom had found it for him.
“Wow, it’s huge Anatoli, do you need some help?” I asked ready to assist him if he needed it, but the boy insisted on doing it himself as he set it on the chair in a horizontal position making me suspect it was meant to be hung up in this way. “I really like the wrapping paper it looks festive.” I admitted because it had a sort of western theme to it with cowboys on bucking horses and little party hats and streamers.
Of course they had to tape several sections of the wrapping paper together to get it completely covered up since it was so big. “Did you select it?” I asked with him smiling and nodding. “I see, so should I take off the wrapping now?” I suggested with the blond curly haired boy scrunching his swirling blue eyes and looking at the package for a moment before coming to a decision.
“Um…do you think maybe…I…uh…maybe if you close your eyes I can unwrap it and then tell you when you can open them. I want you to see it for the first time from where you are sitting, and you will be too close to see it properly if you unwrap it yourself.” He suggested with me shrugging my shoulders noticing Mrs. M, standing in the doorway looking on snapping a few pictures and smiling at us warmly.
“Oh, alright, sounds good to me I guess. You’d know what would work best.” I added.
“Yes, but you must promise not to look.” He added with me nodding my head in agreement. “You promise for real…no peeping.” He emphasized with me chuckling.
“Yeah I promise. Should I close them now?” I asked with him grinning from ear to ear his eyes sparkling and swirling around lively in his cute round face as he nodded his head enthusiastically while even his mom chuckled at his excitement. “Alright, I’ve closed them.” I assured him hearing nothing for a few moments as if he was making sure I wasn’t looking.
“Mom, help me with the sides.” I heard him asking his mother who must have gone over to help out.
There was a bit of rustling noise from the paper and they must have been unwrapping it carefully so as not to it. My mom used to do the same thing.
“You aren’t peeking are you?” I heard the curly haired boy asking with me chuckling and shaking my head.
“Nope, but you’ve got me really curious now.” I giggled enjoying the little game we were playing because it made things seem so right with celebrating my birthday and I no longer felt guilty at betraying my older brother.
Then the rustling noise stopped for several moments as I heard Anatoli stepping over somewhere to the side. “Alright you can open them now.” He instructed with me chuckling and shaking my head as I opened up my eyes the flash on Mrs. M’s camera going off as she snapped a few more pictures.
My little chuckle was cut short with my eyes flying wide open while I gasped in total bewilderment at an extremely detailed oil painting, the air constricting in my chest. Something like this would cost a small fortune in an art gallery, but it was the subject matter which had me simply spell bound. This oil painting was extremely large so in essence life sized, and it was of Anatoli. His depiction was stunningly beautiful in the artwork, and I immediately recognized it from the photographs I had taken of him earlier in the summer.
It matched perfectly the pictures I had taken of him sitting under the tree gazing off in his own thoughts the first day he encouraged me with my sketching. I had snapped a few pictures of him because he had such a peaceful countenance and he was attractively striking and at ease sitting there under the tree in his tight form fitting red Speedos. My eyes took it all in and he was correct in keeping me a bit further away so I could appreciate all of it in the entirety. It was absolutely gorgeous depicting every fine detail to scale where the boy was concerned, which made it even more appealing.
I had sketched this very image and have been working on it on and off ever since, but my sketch didn’t even come close to what I knew was a master painter at work, and it simply took my breathe away. It was for all practical purposes a life sized painting of Anatoli that day at my pool with him wearing his red Speedo leaning against the tree looking off in the distance. He was gazing at my range land with forested covered hills in the distance, and his right leg curled up beneath his left one. His left knee was bent up which made for an open style of sitting position and delicately exposed the more intimate aspects of his stunningly beautiful physique.
A towel was draped over the back of his shoulders fluttering lazily in the breeze along the side of his body. It gave a sense of being covered yet still completely open and exposed because you could see the fine details of his chest and stomach, the natural creases of the skin in a sitting position, and the tautness of his stomach’s slight abdominal muscles. You could even see the fine hairs along his arms and legs which weren’t covered by the towel since it was only draped over a part of his shoulders and fluttering outwards in the gentle breeze.
It was a master piece in its entirety, but what was truly amazing is even though Anatoli was wearing a Speedo the details still showed him as a sexy young boy soon entering puberty. I could see the obvious outline of his little two inch pre-pubescent boy penis just beneath the snug fitting fabric including the bunched up folds of skin just below the ridge of his mushroom shaped glans. The way his Speedos clung to his fleshy boy parts it even framed his two grape sized testicles leaving very little to the imagination of what he was packing beneath the flimsy fabric just like he always appeared to us when he was swimming at the pool. There was so much to take in all at once as I continued to study the piece in the way an artist would. Ever since I’ve been taking art lessons my eyes now took in paintings differently giving me better insight and way of looking at them.
Now as I studied the work from an artist’s perspective I was mesmerized. Even though my eyes took everything in my attention was constantly drawn to the natural beauty of what makes Anatoli the boy he is today. I couldn’t help myself as I kept glancing towards his most private and intimate places taking in the subtle yet very detailed area of his crotch. Depending on how you scrutinized the painting it almost looked like he was sporting an erection while at other times it simply appeared as if his little boy baubles were snuggled softly beneath the fabric. Along the seam of his right leg I could make out the obvious exposed naked outline from his pinkish brown colored membrane of his young smooth boy bag as it spilled out the side of the stretchy Lycra fabric reminding me of yesterday’s incident at the pool when it had popped out as well. The artwork depicted only about one third of his exposed right testicle so I could clearly see it with the naked eye when I scrutinized the painting closely; however, if a person wasn’t looking at the image closely one wouldn’t even know it had flopped out of the fabric.
By scrutinizing the artwork closely I could just make out the portion of his testicle with the skin pulled up tightly across it as if it was straining to be set free from its restricting confines. Even though this was the only visible part of his most intimate parts in the entire image in a way he looked sexier in this painting than I’ve ever seen him in real life. In some ways the subtleness of his exposure made the boy look even more sumptuously nubile because the depiction of the boy at the cusp of adolescent pubescence hinted at the intense beauty of things still to come.
“Do you like it?” I heard the boy whispering in my ear with his face planted next to my cheek almost making me jump because his nearness had caught me off guard since I had been so enthralled with the imagery of the artwork.
My focus had been so intent on the painting I hadn’t even heard or felt the younger boy crawl up on the bed and cuddle up with me. When he had asked if I liked the painting I could feel his warm breathe tickling my face, ear, and neck. He smelled so delightfully wonderful as I dumbly nodded my head inhaling deeply still enthralled by the vision of perfection within the image a few feet in front of me.
“Absolutely splendid,” I exhaled softly not wanting to disturb the mood as a tear trickled from the corner of my eye flowing around the crease where our two soft warm cheeks were plastered together.
The younger boy must have felt it because he pulled his face away scrutinizing me while he put his hand to his cheek feeling it was wet. “Are you alright,” he whispered sounding a bit frightened as if I was getting upset again.
Slowly I turned to gaze into his beautiful soft deep blue churning orbs nodding my head. “I’m fine Anatoli…it’s just…,” I paused gazing once more at the painting. “You are so beautiful. Everything in the painting captured you perfectly and it is how I see you in my thoughts every day when you are not around me. I can’t explain it, but you are simply beautiful and in the painting just as I remembered you on that day. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, but looked so at ease and in the moment…so at peace with the world.” I sighed recalling that wonderful peaceful day. “I love the painting Anatoli, but how…I mean it must have cost you a fortune to have painted.” I whispered softly still not wanting to disturb the mood while taking in the vision of perfection.
Then another thought occurred to me as I glanced over towards the doorway and blushing wondering if Anatoli’s mom had seen the painting and my reaction with Anatoli just now. To my relief she wasn’t there having left the two of us alone, but she must have known about the painting because surely she had something to do with it and had also helped the boy unwrap it. This means she probably also knew about the very detailed and revealing pictures I had taken of Anatoli including the close up ones. The younger boy had asked for the pictures since he knew I had taken them, but I didn’t think he’d show his mother because they really were very high resolution images and actually showed a lot of details just like in the painting.
“Does…uh…did your mom see the painting, I mean of course she did, but…um…you know?” I asked nervously as Anatoli leaned in and pulled my arm around his shoulder so he could cuddle up with me.
This was something natural between the two of us anymore as he shrugged his shoulders. “Sure she did. When I told her months ago about my idea of having Grandfather do a painting for your birthday she thought it was a very good idea; especially, after I showed her the pictures I wanted to use.” He explained while we both looked at the revealing painting of him looking really sexy for a boy his age.
“Really…I mean she wasn’t creeped out about it?” I asked nervously.
“Of course not you silly goose.” He sniggered using one of my own phrases on me making me chuckle as well. “Grandfather has done many paintings of me so why should this be any different. He’s really famous where we live you know.”
“Wow, I can see why Anatoli. He’s absolutely fabulous and I’m honored he’d do a painting for me. I mean I’m surprised he managed to get it done and sent off in such a short amount of time.” I shook my head because there was a lot of work in the painting and done with such precision, detail, and perfection, and from all indications done in only two to three month’s time.
“Yes, he was worried too about it getting damaged during shipping with the paint being so fresh. He made sure it was completely dry before putting the protective coat on it, but still he was worried how it would fare during shipping along with a few of the other paintings he sent at the same time. He ships his painting all over the world though so knows how to properly pack and crate them up so they do not get damaged, but he was still happy to hear the paintings arrived safely.” The curly boy explained as I yawned the emotional day catching up to me.
I scooted further back on to the bed and lay down on my side with Anatoli doing the same cuddling up in my arms as we spooned together. He reached for his pillow handing it to me so I could put my head on it while I cradled his neck and head in the crook of my left arm wrapping it across the front of his chest. My right hand was draped lazily over his waist as we lay snuggled up together continuing to look at the painting.
Wriggling my face closely to the boy I buried my nose in his soft curly blond locks and inhaled deeply my eyes fluttering closed with the comforting familiarity of Anatoli’s scent. The boy smelled so deliciously delectable and I could tell he must have bathed recently. I could detect the light fragrance from his soap and strawberry scented shampoo intermingled with his distinct boyish bouquet. His body pressed up against mine was warm, soft, familiar, and comforting as I slowly began to nod off simply enjoying the closeness of the boy while his voice droned on. I really wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying purely enjoying the silky smoothness of his voice and I suppose at some point he must have realized it because now in the recesses of my mind I could detect the soft whisper of my name as the boy murmured it in my ear as if to see I was still awake.
At some point he must have become alarmed and gotten up to get his mother because I now detected her soft reassuring voice. I was too exhausted at the moment to stir though not wanting to open up my eyes because I felt all cozy in Anatoli’s bed.
“You see.” I heard Anatoli speaking softly to his mother. “Do you think he is alright?” The boy asked nervously.
“Yes…yes…he’s fine Anatoli. I just am doing the thinking today is exhausting for your Other Brother. It was to being sad…happy…and…um…how you say…upsetting. So Robby enjoy gift…yes.” She asked with Anatoli giggling.
“Oh yes he very much loved the painting. I’ve noticed him often at oil paintings ever since he began taking lessons. He says I am beautiful.” He giggled again.
“Yes…indeed you are…very beautiful…and Robby is being handsome boy too…yes.” She seemed to tease her son.
“But you are my mother so you have to say I’m beautiful.” I heard Anatoli asserting.
“Well Robby say you are beautiful too…yes. I do not think he is to be ever lying to you…no.” She emphasized.
“No, he’s never lied to me before.” Anatoli conceded.
“There see…when I say you are beautiful it is not because I am being mother…it is being because you are beautiful…yes.” She chuckled as I heard a kissing noise and knew she was probably hugging her little boy and giving him a kiss. “So I am thinking we let Robby sleep here with you tonight in room. He sleeps, I am washing clothes, and tomorrow we have good breakfast…yes.” She asked hearing no protest from her son.
Anatoli readily agreed crawling in bed next to me while his mother covered us up with a thin blanket. I felt her soft lips brushing up against my forehead, eyes, nose, and lips knowing she did the same thing for her son as well. Throughout it all I didn’t stir even though I wasn’t totally gone, my slumbering state only flirting on the edges of the abyss, which is unusual because typically it was Anatoli who never roused once he was asleep.
Things settled down inside the house and I could tell Mrs. Markowsky must have also gone to bed. Anatoli was spooned up against my chest and stomach his scent lulling me to sleep when I felt him begin to squirm around. He scooted slightly away from me moving around and bumping into me now sort of rousing me up from my slumbering state.
“What’s the matter?” I exhaled softly in a small whisper not bothering to open my eyes.
“Oh…sorry Robby did I wake you? Um…I was just getting more comfortable.” He whispered back once more snuggling his soft warm body next to mine as I automatically draped my right arm over his small waist working my hand slowly down between his legs so I could curl it around his adorably sweet and sexy hot boyhood.
His scent was now starting to arouse me as I felt myself chubbing up when I ran my fingers over his smooth firm tummy and over his soft warm hairless pubic mound. My hands went down even further wrapping around his extremely rigid little nail giving it a few gentle strokes feeling it twitch around excitedly before I released it moving on. I took his small sagging fleshy boy bundle in the palm of my hand rolling around his grape sized corks taking note of how baggy his little purse felt within the confines of our bed covers. My hand now began to slowly and methodically run all over his naked skin making me shudder excitedly when my eyes suddenly popped wide open and I gasped.
“Anatoli, are you naked?” I whispered excitedly hearing the boy giggling and turning around in my arms so he was facing me. His cheeks turned beet red as he gave me a sheepish kind of grin. “Holy shit…but…,” I chuckled shaking my head. “What on earth possessed you to strip naked; especially, since you know…I mean…getting naked in front of others and all.” I pointed out getting a bit more serious now as I gazed into his deep blue giddy eyes while I ran my fingers through his white blonde colored curls making me sigh because I so loved his eyes and hair.
The boy shrugged, but couldn’t help himself from giggling. “Oh…it’s just lately I enjoy sleeping naked. Usually when I stay over at your place I wear my underwear with pajamas or shorts, or sometimes just my pajama bottoms, but at home anymore I sleep naked. I like how it feels.” He replied as I began to lift the covers so I could take a look at his naked body.
This got a reaction out of him as he squeaked and protested immediately gathering the blanket around his naked body making me furrow my eyes in confusion. “I thought…,” I whispered back seeing him getting embarrassed and shy about me actually seeing him naked. “Sorry Anatoli…I wasn’t thinking…but geeze for real…if you are still this embarrassed about me actually seeing you naked what on earth possessed you to strip off your clothes?” I asked curiously while pulling him towards me and feeling his erection sliding up against my own covered one making us both quiver and croon excitedly for a moment because of the naughty like sensuous touching down there between our hard erections.
After a short pause Anatoli’s body began to relax once more. “I…it’s just…I don’t know. I mean…I just wanted to sort of give you another gift for your birthday…you know…,” He giggled playfully. “I mean more than simply us touching each other down there beneath our clothes, but still so you can’t see me since I’m under the blanket. I…um…is it alright…I mean…do you like it?” He asked with me unable to resist as I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips my hand running down between us so I could stroke his uncovered erection this time somehow seeming sexier than usual.
“Yes I love it very much and you always amaze me Anatoli. I mean you totally turn me on all the time.” I whispered softly as the temptation to actually get even more sexually involved with the boy began to overwhelm me.
“So what are you planning on doing come morning when you have to get up and take a piss.” I chuckled teasingly as Anatoli lifted his head up and stuck his tongue out at me.
“Well…you have to promise not to sneak a peek.” He smiled impishly while I shook my head.
“Oh no…you won’t get that sort of promise out of me.” I teased back giving his naked ass a quick squeeze hearing the boy’s voice tweak as he giggled mischievously knowing I wouldn’t ruin things by actually peeping at him when he got up in the morning.
He settled his head back on my chest enjoying the close contact between the two of us. My hands were all over his naked body as we began once more to snuggle and kiss passionately. I could tell things were beginning to get out of hand and I didn’t want to be the one to finally bring the younger boy over the top for his very first time when he wasn’t ready so slowly backed away. Our lips separated and I felt my little munchkin sigh in contentment making me smile at how close to one another we had become over the months. In so many ways we were in all reality sexually involved with one another, but in many ways it was in an innocent kind of way not pushing too much or too fast for the younger boy to come to terms with the changes he was slowly undergoing.
“Robby…maybe we should take your underwear off too.” Anatoli suggested with me chuckling and nodding my head.
Shifting on my back I lifted up my hips and allowed the younger boy to help with removing my boxer briefs feeling my extremely hard erection bouncing free from the waist band and slapping against my small bush before settling into place. Anatoli had pulled aside the blanket and was now scrutinizing my small bush, sagging testicles, and rigid tube. He was running a set of his fingers through my brown curls as my rigid tool rubbed along the back of his hand, and playing around with my sack in his other one rolling around my chestnut sized nuggets in his fingers. I looked down watching him play with my intimate bundle noticing the blanket wrapped around his midriff so I couldn’t see anything on him making me smile and shake my head at his shyness.
It was kind of strange because in many ways it was like he knew I was intimately familiar with what he had between his legs; yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to totally commit. There was certainly something troubling the boy in this regard. So often I had been tempted to ask him outright about it and get to the bottom of things, but I never really felt the timing had been right to bring it out in the open. There were times he sort of hinted at his shyness, but never really revealed the totality of the situation making me wonder if he knew for himself exactly why he was so shy in this regard.
The boy was now running his fisted fingers up and down the length of my shaft as it twitch around in his fingers. He was starting to get a rise out of me and I guess he sort of sensed it so stopped and released my sweaty torrid piece of rigid flesh. I so wanted to tell him to continue so I could climax finally revealing to him one aspect of having real sex, but I cared too much for the smaller boy knowing I would prefer to let him choose the time and place when he was ready to do such intimate acts with someone closer to his own age. It was the right thing to do in my opinion as I watched the smaller boy climb on top of me, the blanket briefly fluttering outwards giving me a clear unobstructed view of his beautiful body in its entirety for a split second before he settled his warm body right on top of mine. We both quivered excitedly as our naked erections rubbed up against one another twitching around playfully.
“I wish mine was bigger down there like yours.” I heard the younger boy not really complain but sort of having wishful thinking in this regard, which I suppose all of us guys tend to aspire for in regards to our little sexy play toys.
“Why? I mean you are absolutely perfect down there.” I whispered back burying my nose in the crook of his neck and blond curly locks while I ran my hand down across his lower back and soft fleshy perky butt cheeks.
“You really think so?” He asked while rocking his hips and groin sensually into mine with both of us quivering because it was so damn sexually stimulating.
“Uh…oh fuck that feels totally awesome.” I hissed before swallowing and sucking in air because I was beginning to get turned on.
My hands cupped his butt cheeks more firmly to slow him down a bit before I busted a nut ruining things for good between the two of us. “I…um…of course…I mean what you have down there is just right for a boy your age and build.” I assured him.
“How do you know?” He asked as he slowed down the stimulating rocking motion between our erections.
The weight of his testicles caused his slightly sagging ball bag to slither down between my spread out legs making me tremble. I could feel them rubbing up against the bottom part of my soft fleshy teen purse getting me all worked up because this truly was beginning to turn into a sensuous kind of interaction threatening to send me over the edge. I decided it was time to stop this before it got out of hand progressing into something more than what the two of us were comfortable with at this stage. Just as I was going to roll him off of me I felt the younger boy reaching down between us wrapping both of our erections in his fist and squeezing them tightly. I immediately realized he had been close to crossing over the threshold of rapture as well because this is how he always seemed to stop himself.
Several seconds later I felt him loosening up his grip and release both of our torrid sweaty erections. I took this opportunity to slide him off to the side so we could spoon and cuddle together taking away some of the sexual tension.
After getting settled down Anatoli broke the silence. “Well?” He asked.
“Well what?” I responded having forgotten what we were talking about.
“I asked how you know I’m just fine down there…you know.” He giggled craning his neck and looking at me in that sweet kind of nature he had about him.
Shrugging my shoulders I pointed to the painting which was still propped up on the chair and dimly illuminated from some sort of very soft and limited light source Anatoli had in his room. “It isn’t as if any of us don’t know what you’ve really got down there Anatoli. I mean…yeah sure you don’t actually get undressed in front of us, but let’s face it sometimes your skimpy bathing suit leaves…uh…well…very little to the imagination. Besides, it isn’t as if I haven’t felt you down there either.” I added thinking this would answer his question as to how I knew exactly how big he was done there.
“No you silly goose, that isn’t what I meant. I mean how do you know my size is the same as other boys my age?”
“Geeze, I don’t know Anatoli. I mean you are old enough to know everyone is sort of different down there and change as they get older. I mean we all basically have the same equipment and all; just everyone is different with how they mature. We’ve talked some about this sort of thing before.” I replied giving him a warm hug and gentle kiss on the cheek to reassure him that indeed he was perfectly fine down there.
“Yes I know…but…um…was yours the same size as mine when you were eleven years old?” He asked curiously while I chuckled at his persistence seeing him crane his neck and grinning at me impishly.
Exhaling noisily I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah I suppose, probably even smaller now that I think on it some. I mean I was pretty small down there, but really never paid much attention until I was a little older. I guess growing up I’ve seen plenty of my friends naked when we were little and I suppose most of them were a bit bigger than me while a few a tad smaller. So yeah, thinking on it I suppose I was probably about the same maybe a bit smaller than you.” I whispered in his ear giving it a bit of a nibble hearing him giggling at the sensual touch. “I love you Anatoli and I wish you wouldn’t worry so much about your extremely sexy gorgeous penis and wonderfully nice soft boy bag.” I sniggered giving the sweaty soft thing a gentle squeeze for emphasis.
“You are perfect and I wouldn’t lie about something like this…alright?” I prompted hearing the boy sigh contentedly and nod his head.
“Yeah…thanks Robby. I’ve seen other boys my age too, but it’s kind of hard to really compare…you know. I mean it’s not the same when I look down at myself versus seeing it from a distance on someone else at a different angle.” He giggled with me feeling his body getting warm for a few seconds as if he were blushing. “I love you too.” He added in a soft hushed tone with the two of us finally settling down and fading off to sleep.
It wasn’t until I smelled something cooking in the kitchen when I finally stirred awake once more. I was sleeping on my left side with the younger boy also on his left side the two of us spooned together lazily. Anatoli was still slumbering, but I could tell he too was slowly waking up as I leaned over giving him a soft kiss on the mouth hearing him sigh happily. Holding him tightly to my body, I rolled over on to my back taking him with me as his legs spread outwards to drape over on either side of my thighs with his warm back snuggled on top of my stomach. My head and shoulders was propped up on the pillow in more of a reclined position allowing me to look down over the thin blanket noticing the nice little tent created by Anatoli’s rigid tally-whacker. I nibbled along his ear hearing him giggle as his penis twitched and he squirmed in my arms but not much because he was enjoying it.
Reaching down I started to lift up the blanket teasingly hearing him cheep squeakily and immediately pressed the blanket down on his chest with his hands. Undeterred I slipped my fingers beneath the blanket from the sides and sought out his damp sweaty jig and tackle. Once more he squirmed around a bit giggling in the process because it tickled.
Once my fingers wrapped around his goods though, slowly working his bundle, the boy began to settle down. “Mmmmm, that feels so nice…I love it when you touch me down there.” He sighed appreciatively as I slowly ran my finger and thumb up and down the length of his very firm little tent peg. “I had the most wonderful dream about us last night.” He sighed when suddenly he jolted and squirmed out of my grip literally clamping his hands over his erection and balls while hopping out of bed.
“Shit, don’t peek.” He squeaked but it was too late because he had literally bolted out of the bed completely starkers.
It had only been a brief glimpse of his stiff erection twitching and soft ball sack bumping around against his thighs before he had covered himself with his hands, but it was enough to make the boy blush as he turned his naked ass to me. As for me, I couldn’t help myself as I began busting a gut closing my eyes just to humor him.
“Shit…shit…shit…it’s not funny.” He chirruped. “I…I gotta take a piss real bad.” I heard him protest in a sort of excited high pitched boy voice making me chuckle once more and open my eyes up a crack.
The boy had turned back around snatching up his pajama bottoms and was holding them over his boy parts when he saw me taking a quick look. “Hey!” He protested.
“What…sorry…I can’t help it besides you’re covered up enough anyway.” I chuckled seeing him turn with his naked ass clutching down tightly which was also pretty damn funny because I knew then he was about to piddle all over the place if he didn’t make it to the bathroom and soon.
I continued to snigger as he bolted for the door in a comical kind of gate between running and standing up straight with his knees barely bending for fear of pissing himself. His butt cheeks were clamped so tight it amazed me he could even move at all. Somehow he managed to duck out the door and skip across the hallway shutting the bathroom door behind him. A second later I could hear the blast of urine splashing noisily in the porcelain bowl. It was hilarious because it took like forever for it to stop, making me wonder just how much he had to drink last night before going to bed.
Sighing I threw off the blanket and scooted toward the edge of the bed letting my legs dangle over the side. I pinched the tip of my penis helping to stave off the pressure of my bladder and the urgent need to take my own piss while I waited for the boy to finish up. The door to the bedroom was wide open, but I wasn’t too concerned about being naked and with an erection to boot since I could hear Anatoli’s mom scurrying around in the kitchen. I’d be able to hear her in the hallway long before she made it to the bedroom so didn’t bother hiding my own stiffie.
While I waited until Anatoli was done peeing, brushing his teeth, and getting cleaned up I took a closer look at the painting. I was once more amazed at how beautiful the younger boy looked with all the details of him to complete scale with the landscape in the background adding even more depth to the artwork. If I wouldn’t have had an erection from the need to take a piss, I most definitely would have had one from simply looking at the magnificence of perfection in the guise of an eleven year old near naked boy.
Hearing the bathroom door opening I looked up smiling giddily as Anatoli came walking back into the bedroom having noticed me studying the painting and closing the bedroom door behind him while scowling at me. “You are such a tease Robby. That was no fair.” He tried to pout as he sashayed towards me looking sexy as ever completely shirtless with his pajama bottoms leaving little to the imagination as his willie went from being soft to extremely hard because I was sitting there completely naked and he enjoyed seeing me like this; especially, all boned up to boot.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you know. I mean you are the one who simply jumped out of bed without any warning. Besides I really didn’t see all that much…well except for that sexy ass of yours.” I teased watching the boy blush at the mere mention of me seeing his naked ass while he sat right down in my lap facing me and squishing my erection in the process without further ado.
I winced and shifted in order to ease the tension off of my sweltering piece of tube steak. “Besides it isn’t as if I hadn’t seen your ass before since you seem to love mooning me at times.” I teased with the two of us giggling like silly girls.
The boy grinned wickedly and wriggled his butt on top of my erection. “It is really hard this morning.” He teased leaning in and giving me a nice good morning kiss on the lips while I slowly leaned back so his weight was lying on top of me.
Smiling back at him I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his erection and pajama bottoms chuckling. “Well for someone who just took a piss you’re hard as a nail too.” I teased back hearing the boy giggle as he turned his head gazing at the artwork.
“Do you really like the painting?” He asked with me following his gaze and nodding.
“Yeah Anatoli you are extremely beautiful in it. This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten. Oh…um…well maybe that’s not exactly true.” I paused for a moment before continuing. “I have to say the second best gift.” I amended at the last moment getting an intense steady gaze from the boy as he searched my face for a moment.
“I’m so glad you love it then. I was worried and didn’t really know what to get you because I love you so much and you are my special ‘Other Brother.’ Besides, you’ve done so much for us.” He sighed giving me a hug and becoming quiet for a few moments. “What was your favorite gift ever then?” He asked curiously after a brief pause.
“Oh…that’s easy. It was last night when you slipped out of your clothes and we slept naked together, or was it the image of your naked ass when you bolted out of bed this morning.” I teased giving his erection a little tweak feeling him jerk and give a little squeak which I was getting used to hearing from the younger boy.
“Really?” He asked sincerely after squirming around and settling back down.
“Yeah I suppose. I mean both the painting and us sleeping together naked was the best birthday present ever Anatoli. I suppose one isn’t better than the other, but to answer your original question…I do love the painting very much because it will always be a reminder of when we first met and I fell in love with my ‘Other Brother’ who simply amazes me each and every single day. It was also the day of our first real kiss together; remember?” I whispered softly recalling the special moment and leaning in to give him a kiss to emphasize my point.
Our lips connected as if imitating the special moment all those months back before we separated and sighed contentedly. Sitting up so I could take care of my own needs I smiled as the cute blond curly haired boy squirmed off my lap. His erection was pressing up against his pajama bottoms creating the typical boy boner tent making me laugh and shake my head.
“What I can’t help it, not when I’m around you and especially when I see you all naked.” He sniggered taking a seat and ogling me as I stood up with my own pole waving around in front of me like a flag flapping around in a steady breeze.
The boy knew I needed to take my own piss and watched me intently, enjoying how my rigid four inch penis swayed around stiffly in front of me and how my nut sack seemed to bounce around off my thighs. He giggled watching me try to quickly slip into my boxer briefs with my hard tube stubbornly refusing to get tucked away properly inside my underwear.
“I love watching you get dressed.” He taunted, while I grabbed my thin hard pecker and wagged it at him before sticking my tongue out getting a fit of giggles from him.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I teased back managing to finally get my equipment put into place.
Unable to resist I bent forward and kissed him softly, the blue eyed boy’s lips feeling silky soft on mine as his arms wrapped around my neck and he gently pulled me towards him when he leaned back on the bed. I was now lying on top of him and could feel his erection twitching up against my abdomen. Our lips parted as I slowly ran my mouth down across his chest pausing long enough to give his left nipple a bit of a nibble eliciting that little boyish tittering giggle and squeaking noise I was falling in love with before I continued on downward. His stomach was lifting and lowering rapidly enjoying the tingling sensations of my lips and tongue as I slid them around his small belly button moving further downwards along his body. His erection was pressing up against the fabric of his pajama bottoms as I slid my right hand between his leg openings and slowly began to massage his twitching worm.
“Oh…oh…shit…that feels so good.” He moaned softly as I began to tug lightly on the front of the waistband.
Glancing up I could see the boy watching me intently, but he didn’t move to stop me with a look of utter trust on his features. Slowly I eased the front of his pajama bottoms downwards feeling him squirm around a little so I could get the back part over his butt cheeks while the front remained in place snuggled around the base of his torrid erection. The pale skin of his bare pubic mound was now completely exposed as I lowered my lips on them feeling his hips buck for a split second because I’ve never done this to him before.
“O…oh…mmmmm…,”that feels awesomely wicket he exhaled his body quivering and his rigid two and a half inch sleek erection twitching around comically beneath the covering of his pajama bottoms threatening to wriggle free.
My lips continued to linger along his pale warm silkiness of his hairless mound with my senses beginning to rattle around because his overpowering sex scent began to waft from between his legs and into my lungs as I breathed him in deeply. I felt Anatoli shuddering totally engrossed with what I was doing to him as my own body shivered lustfully. I wanted so desperately to free up his goods for real and slurp him up into my mouth, but the image of him looking down at me with complete trust on his features made me ashamed at even having such thoughts. I knew he was sensitive about being exposed and was surprised he allowed me to even expose this much of him. It was one thing to see his naked ass, but this was very close to being completely naked because even now I could just make out the base of his shaft and a bit of his nut sack just below it because of the way his waistband was pressed up against his torrid erection creating a slight gap. I knew he could see it as well, yet he allowed me to have this much of him, which to me spoke volumes of the trust he had in me.
Pressing my lips up against his pubic mound I blew a little air fart feeling him twitch and giggle at the tickling sensation as I craned my neck looking up into his eyes. “Damn, I just love everything about you. Thanks for trusting me.” I sighed seeing him blush and nod his head.
Looking back down I could still see the base of his shaft between the gap of his pajama bottoms and the outline of his bullet shaped glans as the tip of his penis pressed up against the soft material. Leaning down I wrapped my lips around the fabric of his pajamas and the tip of his glans giving them a very gentle nibble. This was a very sensitive area and even the lightest of nibbles instantly elicited a huge reaction out of him as he immediately chirped in surprise his hands clamping down over his boy bits protectively as he curled up turning sideways on the bed exposing his naked ass to me.
“Ouch…hey!” He protested, but not too hard as he began giggling uncontrollably because even though it had been like a slight pinch he felt it was simply too funny because I had actually place my mouth over his pajama covered nozzle.
We were both giggling like a bunch of little girls. Sighing, I gave his naked ass a resounding firm smack, which echoed loudly in the room and left behind a handprint for a second before fading away as I got up. Anatoli bleated over the gruff treatment glaring at me and pretending to pout while I stood up and laughed waggling my finger at him.
“Hey don’t give me that look. You deserved it and you know it for being such a tease.” I retorted sticking my tongue out at him with the two of us busting up laughing as he shifted on to his back his erection twitching and almost popping free when he hitched up his hips pulling his pajama bottoms back over his pale butt cheeks.
My own penis now felt like it was about to explode from neglect as I pinched the tip of my knob and turned heading out his room and across the hall into the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind me I took care of my own bladder and then used Anatoli’s toothbrush to clean my teeth. We’ve shared our toothbrushes before so it wasn’t anything unusual for us as I rinsed out my mouth and joined the younger boy who was waiting for me before heading into the kitchen. I was still in my boxer briefs and Anatoli in his pajama bottoms when Mrs. M greeted us and motioned towards the small table before serving us breakfast. There was milk and juice along with toast, scrambled eggs, and ham. I was famished and it appeared like Anatoli was starving too as the two of us dug in leaving the platters completely empty once we finished inhaling everything his mom had prepared for us.
Sitting back I thanked Mrs. Markowsky for that wonderful breakfast with her smiling very pleased I had enjoyed it saying it was the least she could do considering how much I’ve been looking after her little treasure, as she often loved to refer to her little boy. Getting up I started to clear away the dishes when I noticed her start to protest, but was diverted with Anatoli speaking to his mom with what I assumed must have been a couple of questions. I couldn’t be sure because he reverted back to their native language speaking quickly with his mom glancing towards me every once in a while making me blush wondering what the younger boy was saying. I was just finishing when Anatoli’s mom waved for me to take a seat.
“So Anatoli say you love painting, yes?” She inquired making me blush and nod.
“Yes very much.” I told her a bit embarrassed because of the sexual undertones to it.
“Ah…this is good, no. He was being nervous about gift. He also is to reminding of promise when you help with unpacking of items from old country.” She stated cryptically motioning for me to follow her son.
Glancing at her wondering what she meant I shrugged and got up following Anatoli towards his bedroom. Instead of entering his room we walked past it and into the small room at the end of the hall reminding me how we had crammed a lot of things inside of it. Closing the door behind us I noticed most of it was now cleared out recalling how a few weeks back they had that huge yard sale selling many extra items they no longer needed. It brought the family a nice bit of cash flow for them to use because some items were very unique coming from the old country which intrigued people around here.
Looking around I now knew what Mrs. Markowsky was referring to because I had asked about the large crates when we stored them in here. Anatoli had mentioned they were bins holding oil paintings his grandfather had given them over the years. Now with the room cleared out, other than a small sofa and a few other items, it appeared as if they had converted the small space into a sitting room. The crates holding the paintings were also gone, but they evidently had taken the artwork out of the containers and spread them around the edges of the wall on the floor. There were two or three paintings lined up in every row leaning up against the wall and each one covered protectively with a sheet.
“Wow, there’s like so many of them.” I chuckled looking around the room with Anatoli nodding his head.
“Yes grandfather gave us two or three painting every year since I’ve been born with several from even before then. The older ones are against this wall over here, but the ones over here along the other walls are the ones I really would like you to see. Will you give me a moment to spread them all out?” He asked while I frowned questioningly. “You know like yesterday…just turn around first so I can get them arranged before you turn around.” He added with me mouthing the word ‘OH’ and doing as asked.
While I waited for him to get them arranged I began getting excited wondering what they were like. If the painting of Anatoli in his red Speedo was any indication I knew I was in for a real treat because his Grandfather was a renowned artist. When I got home I’d have to look him up on the internet for sure so I could see some of his other works and sort of get an idea as to the value of the painting for insurance purposes.
“Alright you can turn around.” Anatoli announce after what seemed like a long time with me turning and gasping as I looked in awe at the entire collection of artwork spread out along the walls all of them in order from what I could tell.
“Holy crap…,” I whispered with my eyes bugging out of their eye socket because all the images were of Anatoli from infancy up to just recently this summer as I recognized three paintings of him with the ranch in the background.
They were all so vivid and beautiful as my eyes simply went from him as a baby all the way to him as he was now and once more going back to the beginning as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Beautiful…,” I managed to croak out noticing the boy beaming proudly at me.
“You really think so?” He asked nervously with me nodding my head because the paintings to me represented who he was as he grew older starting from the time of him being a baby, then a toddler, transforming into his very young boy years, then into his typical boy years, and finally up to the present day of a pre-teen.
Most people took pictures of their kids growing up, but even though there were only two or three paintings of Anatoli for every year of his life these spoke volumes compared to simple regular photographs. What truly amazed me though was that in each and every painting, including the most recent ones which must have come with the one in his red Speedo, depicted Anatoli completely naked and without a stitch of clothing on him. My mind went wild because I could actually see him developing as he got older. For most of his younger boy years until even when he must have been nine or so there wasn’t much change between his legs.
The ones which really provoked a sense of arousal and excitement though were the ones from like last year and this one. Those simply amazed me because it was like he was starting to transform into something other than a simple innocent little boy. None of the painting depicted him in a state of arousal or anything, but you could tell starting last year he was beginning to change into something more, in a way into something sensual. It was obvious there was still this air of innocence, but knocking at the door was this sense of impending change puberty would bring his way. It was as if he was at the cusp of sexual transformation leaving behind the innocence of boyhood and taking one step closer towards puberty and growing up.
“Do you like them?” Anatoli whispered softly breaking the spell with my eyes still unable to truly wrap around how he was completely naked in each and every one of them.
Almost all of them seemed to take place on some resort or another along the beaches of a lake. Actually, all of them were of him mostly playing nude in the water or in the sand; except for the ones at the ranch making me wonder if he had snapped some picture of himself naked like that before emailing the photographs for his grandfather to paint.
“I…yes…they are so beautiful Anatoli…but…,” I paused tearing my eyes from the images and looking at Anatoli intensely seeing him blush at my scrutiny. “I…I don’t understand. Almost all of them with the exception of the last ones look like they were taken on some public beach at a lake or something. I mean the ones from last year and the year before look like there weren’t any other people around and of course there are the ones from what looks like the ranch somewhere.” I stared at him shaking my head trying to wrap my mind around this. “I mean…you’re naked in all of them, but I’ve never seen you getting naked in front of others before. It’s like you sort of freak out about it. I just don’t understand and aren’t you worried about me seeing you naked in the paintings?” I asked my knees starting to shake because there were so many beautiful paintings of him in all his stunningly gorgeous glory.
With wobbly legs I managed to make it to the sofa and took a seat once more gazing at all the paintings feeling the younger boy settling in next to me and clinging on to my arms as he spoke softly. “No not really. I mean it is different than seeing me for real. It’s almost like how I do not mind you touching me…you know down there. Maybe if it was someone else then I wouldn’t want them to see these paintings…but with you…,” he shrugged as I gazed down at him while he looked back up into my eyes.
His little bright blue swirling orbs always fascinated me because they seemed to have a life of their own. One minute they were hard as steel, another moment powdery blue like the coolness of a cloudless sky, and then at other times almost soft and tender like. Currently they swirled around lively almost excitedly at seeing how much I loved the paintings of him.
“It’s just different with you somehow.” He admitted.
Glancing back at the paintings I furrowed my eyebrows shaking my head finally realizing this was the opportunity I had needed now for a while. “What happened to make you so shy about your body Anatoli? I mean even in the paintings all the way from when you were a toddler to about what…eight or nine…you seemed so happy and innocent about being naked. Then it is like you suddenly changed from one year to the next. I just don’t understand is all…I mean did something happen?” I asked with the curly haired boy also looking towards the painting seeming to realize the same thing.
“You see starting right there…what happened between then and the following year when you went to somewhere more private?” I asked pushing a little while he scrunched up his face before looking away as if suddenly remembering something. I could tell it was almost like a sad memory he had tried to bury and didn’t want to talk about, so I tried to switch up tactics. “Tell me about your grandfather and why he painted all these with you naked. I mean here in the states it would be almost impossible for an artist to paint images of boys completely naked even if they are his own sons. Even a naked baby sort of make people frown on them here in the States.” I added with Anatoli scrunching up his face feeling such things were so silly here in the U.S. while it was totally natural where he came from.
Slowly he began to tell me how his grandfather mainly painted children playing whether they were naked or clothed. His grandfather wasn’t necessarily a naturist, but during the summer months there were many places people went sunning and bathing in the nude including children of all ages. Every summer since he was born he spent several weeks with his grandfather at these resorts. His grandfather would often take pictures of him while he played in the water or in the sand when he was naked and then create two or three paintings of him for that year. He also painted other people as well, but mostly children. Many wealthy families would pay him to create these masterpieces of their children and often while they played naked. It was perfectly natural back home and no one thought anything of it; especially, not the children who were playing naked.
Anatoli was all curled up with his head lying in my lap now while I played with his blond tresses and we looked towards the paintings as he paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. I couldn’t get over how beautiful the paintings were with his completely soft silky sun kissed skin the tone of ochre and a shock of white curly hair in stark contrast to his deeply bronzed body. I waited patiently and he finally started up again.
Evidently from time to time his grandfather would have a project to do and he would let Anatoli play with some of the other boys under the watchful eyes of parents he knew. One time when Anatoli was eight years old his grandfather left him with a father he’s known for many years. The man had two sons a few years older than Anatoli, but the boys all got along and always had a good time playing together. On one occasion though after being dropped off to play with the other boys the man who was looking after him started to get drunk and before long he began to tease Anatoli because his penis was different from most of the other boys since he was circumcised and in their country boys still had their foreskin.
The teasing became really horrible for the younger boy with the two older boys joining in now as well. They began parading Anatoli around to other people pointing and tugging on his little boy penis. Sometimes they pulled on it hard enough where it actually hurt. Anatoli had been really confused, hurt, and embarrassed; especially, since the two older boys he looked up to were teasing him just as much as their father. He began crying and trying to hide, but they held him down and continued to tease him humiliating the younger boy in front of others.
It seemed like the teasing went on forever to Anatoli, but it couldn’t have been too long. Someone must have run and gotten his grandfather because the next thing he knew he was scooped up into strong loving arms and swiftly carried away. The next day the man and his boys were no longer at the resort and were banned from allowing to ever come back to any naturist resort again. His grandfather along with many others complained about the man who had steadily become unstable. Later it was found out the man was going through a horrible divorce and had also been harassing his own children. So when the boys’ father began picking on someone else the kids naturally joined in since in their minds it was better this was happening to someone else instead of them.
The room we were sitting in became quiet for several long moments before Anatoli spoke up once more. “I haven’t thought of it for so long Robby, and never really connected what happened to why I can’t get undressed in front of others because I was still just a kid.” He added with me trying not to smirk because he still was a kid for all practical purposes.
“I mean I still loved spending time with my grandfather and going swimming naked at the beach, but only when we were in private without others around. At the time I just thought maybe I was getting older like other boys who find themselves no longer wanting to sunbathe in the nude.” Anatoli tried to explain as he was finally beginning to realize a few things about this as well.
Once more things became quiet for a bit with me leaning over giving the boy an affectionate soft kiss seeing him smiling at me appreciatively as he reached up stroking my cheek tenderly. “I love it when you do these sorts of things Robby. It makes me feel special.” He sighed closing his eyes with a peaceful contented look starting to form on his features.
“That’s because you are special Anatoli…to me and everyone else.” I assured him running my thumb across his forehead seeing more of the tension leaving his face.
“I guess now I know it was more than simply getting older.” Anatoli smiled awkwardly opening his eyes and looking into mine while I nodded sympathetically. “I mean even simple things like getting undressed in front of my closest friends became more and more difficult until I completely stopped getting changed in front of anyone at all; except, like for my grandfather in the summer when we went to a resort. Still though, I remember being stubborn about going skinny dipping last year even though my grandfather rented us a cabin on a private part of the lake with no one else around. It took me a long while before I got undressed and went swimming naked at the lake.” He shook his head sadly.
“I’m glad I did though because it was the last time grandfather painted me as a live model because this year we moved here. So when I got the idea of sending the picture of me in the red Speedo for him to paint for you he agreed so long as I also took other pictures of me for him to paint. He fell in love with the lighting and the backdrop of the ranch so felt he would love to do paintings of me from over here if he had some pictures. At first it felt a little awkward getting undressed, but then it was almost like being at the private lake because no one was around. It kind of made me feel sexy.” He giggled and blushed while I nodded my head looking at the most recent paintings of him.
“Yeah and it really shows.” I told him as he followed my gaze at the naked images of him on the ranch with the backdrop of hills and trees.
“You really think so?” He asked looking back up at me.
“Oh yeah, there is most definitely something very sexy about a few of the paintings. It starts from the ones he painted of you last year, but the ones from this year really shows just how sexy you are for sure.” I chuckled as I gazed at the most recent ones. “I mean the one second to the right looks like you were getting a bit chubbed up down there. Either that or the other ones had a cold breeze going on when the camera snatched the images of you.” I teased with the boy gasping and punching me in the arm as we both chuckled. “But for real Anatoli, the ones of you naked from this year really are very sexy.” I admitted.
“Would you rather have one of those instead of the one in the Speedo? I mean if you want you can switch it out.” He assured me while I gawked at him.
“What…no…I mean of course they are very beautiful Anatoli and I’d love to have them, but it’s just…I don’t know…there’s something special about the one with you in the Speedo. So no, I’ll keep the other one. Besides, even though it is kind of revealing I know exactly what I’ll be able to do so I can hang it up in my bedroom.” I explained with Anatoli looking pleased with not only me choosing to keep the one he had selected for me, but also because I planned on hanging it up in my room.
“Anyway, I plan on buying other paintings of children, both boys and girls in various settings whether it is playing outside, doing sports, or maybe playing a musical instrument…basically just kids being kids…you know.” I smiled nodding my head as things began to form in my mind how this could all work. “This way, your painting will look much more natural hanging with the others.” I nodded looking down noticing him smiling.
“Do you truly think I look really nice naked?” He asked with me glancing towards the most recent paintings.
“Yes Anatoli. Nice doesn’t even begin to describe what I think how you look completely naked.” I whispered back to him as the boy stood up and hooked his thumbs into his waistband catching me by surprise before I reacted because I noticed the tears beginning to flow from his beautiful blue eyes.
“No!” I snapped clamping my fingers over his hands my voice softening up because my sudden bark made him flinch. “No Anatoli, not like this. Not until you are really ready.” I shook my head knowing he was only going to do this because he had gotten caught up in the moment of the realization why he was so shy being naked around the others.
“But…,” he began with me wrapping my arm around his waist pulling him towards me with his stiff erection pressing up against my right cheek as I held him closely.
I could feel his arms twitch before he let go of his waistband running his fingers through my hair. “Why did you stop me?” The curly haired boy sniffled as I sat back and looked up shaking my head.
“Because I care about you Anatoli and I know you so well. Sure you would have just now gotten naked in front of me, but it wouldn’t have done any good. I know you still aren’t ready yet. You don’t have to rush things. It will only make it worse and then you will never feel comfortable about it around me or anyone else. Don’t worry about this so much. One day it won’t even be an issue for you, but until then don’t force things…promise me Anatoli.” I insisted with him sighing and nodding his head.
“Yes I promise. I guess you are right.” He admitted sitting back down next to me.
“I know I’m right. One day it will be just like with the paintings. It won’t bother you. I mean I’m sure not all too long ago you would have been humiliated if I had seen the paintings of you naked, and now here you are showing them off to me like the sexy little tart you are.” I teased reaching between his legs giving his soft pecker a quick squeeze feeling it immediately get hard while he gave me his little boyish shrill chirp making me laugh before the two of us settled down.
“Robby.” The curly haired boy sighed.
“Hmmm.”
“Before you go home you have to select out one painting for each of my years.” He stated with me gawking at him and shaking my head.
“What are you talking about?” I gasped looking at all the paintings before looking back at him. “I couldn’t do that…what would your mother say?” I added with him shrugging his shoulders.
“We already talked about it and she agrees since you like the other one you should have one for every year. You are my ‘Other Brother’ after all so should have a part of me from my entire past. So you have to choose one for every year. This means you have to pick out twelve paintings because I also want you to have a nude one of me as I am now in addition to the one in the red Speedo.” He added making me scrunch up my eyes because he said twelve and he’s only eleven years old.
“You mean a total of twelve paintings in all which would include the one of you in the red Speedo. I mean you are only eleven so eleven paintings including the one you gave me yesterday.” I tried to clarify with him shaking his head and chuckling.
“No silly goose… you have to include one of me as a baby before I even turned one year old…so twelve more with the red Speedo making thirteen paintings.” He explained.
By the time I finally got home it was lunchtime. I had tried to convince Anatoli and his mother the other paintings of him would simply be too much, but Mrs. Markowsky had insisted saying I was Anatoli’s ‘Other Brother’ so should be responsible for the care of some of the boy’s most intimate treasured items making me roll my eyes because when she had said it there was a hint of mischievousness behind her eyes and smirking mouth. It was almost as if she knew some of the naughty things her son and I were doing together making me blush.
I had finally relented but continued to blush profusely while trying to select a naked painting of Anatoli from every year because Mrs. Markowsky was there watching me intently throughout the process praising each and every one of my choices. It was really kind of awkward because she would unabashedly point out certain aspects of Anatoli’s naked physique. It made both me and her son flush with embarrassment because in many cases she was talking about how nice specific features of his particular very private attributes looked on him in certain situations. At one point I thought the poor boy would die of shame at how explicit his mother was in describing specific intimate aspects of his body. He endured through it all though for my sake and then audibly sighed in relief when the decision process was finally over with.
Now back at home I had all the paintings lined up in my room scrutinizing them intently realizing how I somehow had managed to choose paintings which really seemed to flow together nicely. It was as if I naturally knew which ones would work and play well on one another as I felt myself beginning to chub up because of how erotic this situation was with all the naked paintings of Anatoli lined up showing his development as he aged. Sighing I wrapped them all up placing them into three crates designed specifically to house oil paintings. I had to do some rearranging in my small walk-in closet, but they fit inside there well enough for now.
In the back of my closet there was a sort of small crawl space which stored boxes of old stuff. The removable panel was just high enough allowing me to slide the oblong shaped crates inside, so I planned on clearing out my old stuff and storing the crated paintings there. The only one which wouldn’t fit was the large piece of Anatoli in his red Speedos. It was by far the largest piece of them all and had been shipped in a separate crate, which I left behind explaining I was planning on hanging up the painting so didn’t need the bin, as I now measured it and whistled in amazement. The painting alone without the frame was slightly over fifty seven inches long and almost forty four inches high.
My balls throbbing and aching reminded me of how I hadn’t taken care of my personal intimate needs for two whole days now, and getting all sexed up with Anatoli had only managed to create the typical teenaged blue balls which really began to irritate me. So hopping in the shower I began to get myself washed up doing what came naturally to a hormonal crazed teenager as my mind wandered over each and every fine detail in those paintings. My soaped up hands slowly stroked my over sensitize four inch spike and within moments my nuggets were contracting spewing its contents all over the shower curtain with the goopy mess slowly running downwards into the tub. My whole body rattled with intensity as I grunted and moaned loudly my knees buckling because it had been so damn intense. My balls even ached more despite finally having released most of its overflowing storage capacity in literally one large blast allowing a tad more to spurt out intermittently.
“Fuck…fuck…fuckin shit…,” I gasped and winced because my balls refused to stop constricting as it tried to eject everything out of my system even though there was nothing left.
With me jacking off on a regular basis at least four or five times a day for several years, and suddenly now having gone two whole days without doing anything, it had me actually hurting and in pain after the naughty deed vowing never to go so long again without taking care of my business in a proper manner. I suppose just like a cow once you got into the habit of continually milking your boy udder then you had to do it on a consistent basis or it became a bit too much when you let things go. After what seemed like forever I could feel my spastic balls settling down allowing me to catch my breath.
With the euphoric high of my orgasm quickly dissipating I began to once more break down as I sat in the tub drawing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. The warm water felt nice on my body, but it did little to ease my guilt. I’ve been sort of suspecting I might be gay for a while now, but it was like the reality of it was truly setting in. Deep down I knew being gay isn’t what really bothered me, but rather it was the fact I had now been overtly pawing at little Anatoli in a very sexually intimate kind of manner. He was still young and innocent making me realize this is what truly bothered me because recently I had been really sexually turned on by Gabe as well, actually acting out on those intimate feelings with the younger boy.
These two boys were so much younger than me and the age difference truly bothered me because it simply didn’t feel right. With Gabe though he knew what he had wanted, and in the end understood like me it wasn’t right for us to continue since it was only about two boys busting a nut, but with Anatoli it was very different. He loved me and I loved him, but not in the specific certain kind of way even though it was very close to being that very special type of love. What bothered me though was how I was actually sexually lusting after the younger boy, and in some ways had taken advantage of his naïve kind of nature where sex was concerned. Yes he enjoyed it when I fondled him, but in his mind this wasn’t sex when it most assuredly was because of the intimate nature of the touching.
Everything about the last couple of days was now beginning to weigh on me. In some ways I had finally come to terms with my older brother’s death, but now I had another issue to contend with in regards to Anatoli. I could tell he was beginning to transform in a sexual way just by the way he was behaving and looking at me with more than simple curiosity. It was just beneath the surface with him wanting and needing more. I knew he couldn’t fully comprehend exactly what he was feeling at the moment as puberty began to catch up with him. It was clearly evident in the paintings how his body was beginning its slow process of evolutionary change as his hormone levels began to increase.
It was obvious the adorably sweet yet very sexy and nubile curly blond haired boy was yearning for much more than he truly could comprehend in just the little things he was starting to do. I don’t think he understood for himself why he was behaving this way. Last night in bed it was him stripping out of his pajamas sleeping with me naked for the first time even though he still couldn’t bring himself to show his bare body to me. Earlier this morning it was his absolute trust in me which allowed for the boy to be practically stripped naked and sexually assaulted by my lips and tongue all over his hairless naked blank slate of a pubic mound, the sexy heady scent of his boyness almost pushing me over the edge. I even got a little nibble in on his very rigid penis even though it was still covered by his pajama bottoms. After all of this it was then the willingness to show me his nakedness through the painting as if he somehow needed to please me in this way since he couldn’t actually physically reveal himself for real to me. Then at the very end when he had come to terms with why he was having these issues he still wanted to please me by actually being willing to strip out of his clothes to expose himself to me even though we both knew he wasn’t ready. These were all small signs of his body chemistry creating situations for him he normally wouldn’t otherwise consider.
I loved him so much and I didn’t want to be the one who was responsible for having him do things I knew he wasn’t truly ready for yet. Now though I was having trouble too, because deep down there was this very affectionate love I felt for the little guy along with those sexual lustful yearnings which would take things too far. The water turning tepid prompted me to finally stir as I stood back up, turned off the water, and got dried off before making my way to the bedroom so I could get dressed. I decided today was another good day for me to relax and recuperate. Dad would be home in time for dinner so I decided to fix something nice for us.
Shrugging away my blues I came to terms with my feelings for Anatoli deciding it was plainly better to accept things for the way they were, and deal with them if and when it was time. I loved my little munchkin, my ‘Other Brother’ dearly, but my mind began to wander in a different direction as other boys I knew took shape in my mind and I started to view some of them in a different kind of way. Yes, I nodded to myself coming to terms with my sexuality as I began to realize love may just yet truly be in the air for me, but time would certainly tell. I loved Anatoli, but it would never be the true kind of love which made a couple as one.
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End of Chapter Fifteen
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