The Other Brother
Chapter 16
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EXCERPT OPENING
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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It had been a long day already by the time I got home so I decided to go hop in the shower and get cleaned up. The warm water cascading over my body felt good and loosened up some of my aching muscles. The cold weather seemed to have chilled me to the bone so I sat under the soothing water letting the warmth soak into me and ease away the frostiness I felt inside. A month or so after the start of the school year I had caught a nasty flu which threw me for a loop. I didn’t want to take the chance of catching something else now in the heart of winter, so made sure to get warmed up. We were in the second week of January with school having started back up just the other day from Christmas break.
Why the school started in the middle of the week instead of simply starting up after the weekend was beyond me, but I guess it all came down to the calendar and getting in the proper amount of days. So, we had two days of school and were now into the weekend. At least Dane was enjoying a few extra days off from school since he had left for his big snowboarding competition trip with friends from before he was forced to move here.
A few months back when I had gotten sick with the flu my dad had immediately recognized it and rushed me to the hospital because this year it was a nasty one going around. My father was always concerned about me because I had a rare blood type which was ‘O’ negative, which meant if something medically ever happened I would need the same type of blood. Thank goodness for me though I managed to fare better than many because as time went on there had been kids and elderly people in the region who actually died from this flu due to respiratory issues among many others. It attacked a person leaving them weak, vulnerable, and susceptible to all sorts of medical issues.
Lucky for me I rarely ever got sick and like this time around when I did it was usually always a minor version. It was almost as if my body immediately recognized what was going on kicking into overdrive attacking the flu and not allowing it to take hold. Most everyone who came down with this strain had fluids coming out both ends, but since I got treatment early and I had such a fantastic immune system I didn’t have the same kind of issues. A few days later I had pretty much gotten over it.
Now as I stood under the shower head allowing the warmth to soak in, my mind once more began to wander as it so often did these days back to when things truly began to change for me. The memory of my birthday often crept into my thoughts because it had been a time of passionate tension and heartache mixed in with a sense of deep seated release and joy. It had also been a period of frustrating confusion over my feelings while also being a point where I had come to terms with my probable sexual orientation.
So over the course of a few months as the school year began there had been some subtle changes in my life which were mainly noticeable only to me. Everything about my life in general and with school remained the same as it always had. I studied attentively, worked hard at the ranch, and zealously practiced on our school wrestling team winning match after match and well on my way to State in my weight division once more. The support I received from all of my friends at school was phenomenal, not to mention from my biggest fans with Anatoli, Gabe, and Dane coming to practically every match of mine. Of course with Anatoli being who he was, I always got teased with him saying the only reason why he went was because he enjoyed seeing me in my wrestling singlet. The odd thing about his comment though was I almost believed him at times because he always eyed me like I was some piece of candy waiting to be unwrapped and suckled on.
The biggest change for me though was at the ranch. In recent years I had become a loner at home, but this last summer it had all changed as I became attached to Anatoli, Gabe, and Dane. How I ever managed to get by without such a close knit friendship despite the age gap I couldn’t say, but now I couldn’t imagine life at the place without them.
Dane had been a constant fixture around here becoming a permanent part time hand at the ranch, which seemed to work out well for him not to mention he was a tremendous help around the place. The arrangement also managed to form a tight kind of friendship and bond between the two of us, and I began to refer to him as one of my closest friends ranking right at the top of the list along with Donavan and even Crystal.
In some ways I suppose it is strange for a boy my age to have a best friend type who was a girl, but I’ve known Crystal since we were toddlers. So in the end she remained an integral part of my daily life, but the sex between the two of us had sort of faded away without either one of us really needing to say anything about it. We instinctively knew it had been time to move on. In a way though, the experience had brought us even closer together as friends than ever before so I was thankful for this turn of events.
Sighing, the warm water was finally starting to take away the tightness of my muscles and sooth my bones making me feel good as I straightened to soap up my body and even contemplated taking care of my personal needs. Looking down at my flaccid penis which began to chub up at the thought, I changed my mind. I’d take care of it later while in bed snuggled up under my warm covers when I could take my time and stare at that beautiful painting of Anatoli while I masturbated. It had become part of my ritual now because despite our growing fondness for one another I had managed to steer clear of actually taking things to the next level with the boy.
My penis immediately deflated making me chuckle at how its brain, and the one in my head, seemed to be connected at times while at other times my pecker brain seemed to take over complete control of my actions. I really hadn’t changed all that much down there since summer. Sometimes I thought perhaps my penis has grown a smidge, my erection probably a quarter or half an inch longer, but still thin and sleek as always. My bush was pretty much the same as well maybe a tad thicker, but other than this everything seemed to have come to a standstill in the whole between the legs growth department.
Now since I was feeling better I went ahead and finished soaping up my body then shampooed my hair. I stepped out of the shower, dried off my body, straightened out my hair not bothering to blow dry it, and brushed my teeth. I would be calling it quits early this evening and was looking forward to the comfort of sleep. I draped the towel over my shoulder and walked across the hallway to my room naked.
I wasn’t paying attention when I stepped into my room slithering over to my dresser drawer to pull out some clothes. I opened up the first drawer when I heard a noise and turned around. I just about jumped out of my skin when I saw a figure sitting on my bed, but then calmed down when I recognized who it was.
“Shit, Anatoli, you just about gave me a heart attack,” I exclaimed at the young boy sitting there and smiling at me while admiring my body.
Anatoli giggled, “I don’t see why, besides, I just love seeing you naked.”
“Yeah, as if I haven’t ever noticed before,” I chuckled for the umpteenth time as I leaned back against the dresser.
Anatoli seemed to have grown a little since the first time I saw him last summer. I see him so often and hadn’t really paid attention, but now looking at him sitting there he just seemed to have grown maybe an inch or two taller with his body having broadened and filled out a tad as well. Not a lot but just the usual growth a boy goes through. He still looked beautiful as ever, that hadn’t changed one bit, but he seemed a little tired and his complexion a bit pale. I knew summer was long gone and he had completely lost his tan with his body having shifted to that typical pale porcelain tone, but he somehow seemed much paler and fragile these days. It hadn’t been like this before so it worried me.
“Anatoli, you don’t look so good, are you alright? I mean that nasty flu’s been going around. I hope you haven’t caught it.” I noted a little seriously walking over to feel his forehead while he smiled cheekily at me before I stepped back frowning.
“You do feel a bit flushed.” I hinted.
He dismissed my concern waving it off as he smiled excitedly at me simply bursting at the seams now. “I just heard father is finally coming. Mom and I will be picking him up tomorrow night at the airport. It’s been so long since we’ve seen him and I wanted you to be the first to know. I asked her if I could spend the night so we can celebrate together.” He announced bouncing up and down on the bed.
This was fantastic news and I was happy for him and his mom as we both shouted out excitedly. Seeing how I was so happy for him, Anatoli jumped up and wrapped his arms around my waist giving me a tight squeeze. I never got tired of feeling his warm body pressed up against mine. Rocking him back and forth in my embrace I lowered my head giving him a big kiss on the top of his head. I felt Anatoli’s hand reaching down and squeezing my naked butt cheeks forcing a little jerking yap out of me. Over the months this had sort of become like a little game between the two of us. His hands felt wonderful on my bare skin and I could feel my three inch flaccid pickle immediately stand at attention reaching a length of four plus inches. The stirrings reminded me how I hadn’t developed all too much down there, still having the small tight brownish bush and a penis which seemed to have decided to remain on stand-bye in the whole maturation arena.
My erect tool was pressed tightly against his stomach and I knew he could feel it straining against him. Anatoli looked up into my eyes smiling wickedly as he reached down and took my stiff shaft in his hands. I immediately jerked upright as a bolt of energy coursed through my torso. My knees buckled at the tingling sensation his tightly wrapped fingers created all up and down my shaft.
I audibly gasped at the thrill he was giving me and I tried to pull away. “I…I…don’t th…think this is such a good idea,” I managed to croak because I hadn’t taken care of any business in the shower which made me very sensitive down there as he continued to work his fingers on my shaft. “Please stop Anatoli…we can’t…not this,” I whimpered my fears for all these months starting to come to a head as he no longer could resist his own hormonal urges and needs.
This was the moment I had seen coming now for months as he transitioned from an innocent to a pre-teen boy with sexual urges and needs. Deep down I knew when it happened I would be the one he searched out, but as always I was now conflicted because I had my own urges and needs despite the guilt I felt about it. He wasn’t quite even twelve years old, and I don’t think he really truly understood the ramifications of such actions between two people; especially, between two people who truly cared deeply for one another but in a different kind of way.
“Please, Robby, I’ve wanted to touch you for such a long time. I mean not just touch you, but…um…you know….more,” he said as he looked into my eyes and stood on his toes giving me a very erotic kiss.
I felt his tongue slide into my mouth searching and tasting me. I knew I had to end this now before things got out of control, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore as my mouth ate at him greedily. He tasted so delicious and felt wonderful in my arms as my hands started to erotically work their magic on the younger boy. It was Anatoli’s turn to shudder now as my hands slipped inside his shirt. I could hear him gasp at the sensation of my fingers tracing along his spine. I’ve wanted this for a long time as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled them over the top of his head.
I leaned my weight into him as I lowered my head kissing his neck and chest. He had to take a couple of steps back before gaining his balance and shuddered at the sensuous touch of my lips on his skin. I could feel the heat radiate outward from his body and I clasped him tightly to me. His knees buckled a little as my hands dove down the back of his sweat pants to firmly squeeze his globes. In return I could feel his hands and fingers as they eagerly explored my naked body.
I was in the throes of teen lustful passion for this boy and my mind was racing. I tried to speak and pull away once again in a feeble attempt to disengage from where this was leading, but Anatoli once more shoved his hands between us and gently squeezed my balls. His touch nearly sent me over the top with my head spinning as I somehow managed to take a step back with both of us gasping for air.
“I…I shit…no Anatoli…,” I whimpered feeling my erection drooling a bit of pre-cum as I absentmindedly wiped it away with my thumb. “We…we can’t…please…you have to understand. I…I care about you too much to…to…,” I began noticing the blond curly haired boy’s blue eyes beginning to brim with tears as he interjected stepping up and wrapping his arms around my waist tenderly his face brushing lightly on my chest.
“Please Robby…I…I have to do this. I hate being afraid all the time of…of…you know. If I don’t do this now with you I…I’ll never get this chance again…it has to be now. It just has to be.” He began to sniffle confusing me because I didn’t really understand what he was saying about why it had to be now.
“I…I don’t understand. I mean why now?” I whispered softly with Anatoli looking up into my eyes his blue swirling gaze capturing my essence and soul caressing them tenderly in their gentle embrace.
The boy shrugged trying to explain. “If I don’t do this with you now, I won’t be able to do this ever again. I’ll be too afraid. Even now I’m scared, but you are the only one I know I can do this with. I hate what happened to me a couple of years ago. I hate that man and his sons even though I understand I have nothing to be ashamed about…but…I…I just can’t…it has to be you. If you don’t do this and make me, then I’ll never be able to…please Robby…for me. Don’t think…just hold and love me the way it should be.” He whispered softly, the way he said it all grown up like catching me by surprise as he stepped on his toes and gently pulled my head towards his mouth.
Our lips connected as he once more began to suck the breath out of me greedily, his hands running along the small of my back making me shudder excitedly. His tongue searched me out as they danced around inside of my mouth sexily and I tasted the essence of who he was which tasted delightfully pleasing. We once more began where we had sort of left off as I leaned my weight into him lowering my head kissing his neck and chest.
The move forced him to take a couple of steps back once more before gaining his balance as he shuddered at the sensual touch of my lips on his skin. I could feel the heat radiate outward from his body and I clasped him tightly to me because it was driving me into a frenzied state. I could feel his knees buckle a little as my hands dove down the back of his sweat pants to firmly squeeze his perspiring slicked up fleshy white orbs. In return I could feel his hands and fingers as they eagerly explored my naked body. I was now totally lost without a chance of making this stop, literally caving in and letting myself fall to my knees. My mouth worked on Anatoli’s belly button and I could hear him sigh and grunt as the sensation sent his body tingling while the closeness of his sex scent sent my mind swirling around dizzily.
I hooked my thumbs in his waistband and in one fell swoop lowered both his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles before he could protest. This is what he wanted of me because he would never feel comfortable exposing himself to anyone else, and he felt if it didn’t happen now he’d never fully come to terms with his issues. Even though he wanted and needed this in the worst way it was still the first time he’s been completely naked in front of me, and I could feel him start to react protectively, but I leaned my weight into him forcing the smaller boy on to the bed. My tongue and lips started working their magic on his bare pubic mound and his hips immediately bucked off the mattress with this new sensation as his body seemed to recall the last time I had done something similar. At the moment it was so intense that he appeared to have completely forgotten he was naked.
I lifted off of him long enough to reach down and remove his sweatpants and underwear from his ankles. He shuddered as my lips resumed their gentle probing around the edges of his stiff shaft and sagging balls. His young boyish mixture of sweet candy and musky earth sex scent was potent and almost too overpowering this close to the source of his sexuality. Anatoli squirmed in my arms once more forcing me to focus on his needs as I gently pushed apart his legs and started to suckle along the side of his testicles and loose fleshy purse of skin as my hands stroked his satiny smooth porcelain mound.
I looked up into his deep cobalt blue eyes as they hazed over from the ecstasy he was feeling at my gentle probing contact around his most intimate of areas. I knew this was all a new sensation to him and I was eager to show him more. I was arousing something that has lain patiently inert for all his young years, and it was starting to stir like a dormant volcano rousing to life. I knew once it awoke, there was no going back.
I wrapped my fist around his two and a half inch rigid tube and started rubbing it in a slow methodical jerking off fashion. As soon as my fingers wrapped around his rigid spigot he immediately bucked in the air and twitched like a mad bull trying to get rid of his rider. I could feel his shaft shudder and jolt in my fist. This was the first time Anatoli had ever consciously felt someone else’s hand in an intimate kind of way on his stiff yet fleshy boy twig. Of course I’ve felt him up on plenty of occasions running my fingers sensually over his hose, but this was insanely different and on a more intimate kind of level. It was a sexually sensuous arousing intensity he had never before experienced.
“Oh fuck, stop, I’m gonna pee,” he shouted as he tried to squirm away.
I held on to him, but stopped jerking him. I knew I had almost brought him over the edge. This was his first time and I didn’t want him to crest too soon. Instead, I climbed up next to him and started passionately kissing him on the lips with him reciprocating eagerly as he desperately gasped for air at the same time. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest as I started working my way back down his body with my hands caressing his russet colored perky nipples while my mouth licked at his stomach.
He had calmed down, but was still rasping for air. He was absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair and kept looking down watching me intently as I explored his body with my lips.
“Fuck,” he gasped and shuddered with his legs, feet, and toes stiffening up momentarily when the damp proboscis from between my lips flicked out and touched the tip of his pinkish fleshy colored glans. His nub instinctively jolted away before slapping back into place against my tongue leaving behind a distinctive taste as my drooling wet probe slithered back into my mouth.
He was so damn adorable and I wanted to please him in a way he would never forget so I started by placing my chin between his crotch getting very close to him. I held on to the base of his boy sprig and using the underside of my tongue began to erotically stimulate him. I could tell the soft silky texture from the base of my tongue felt especially sublime on his frenulum, a super sensitive spot located below the head of his penis in the center underside of the coronal ridge, because he immediately moaned and squirmed at my touch. Using the bottom of my tongue on this sweet spot I quickly swiped it from side to side like a windshield wiper.
His whole body twitched and he gasped out loud as he grunted his pleasure at the stimulation. I could tell I was bringing him to the edge again and slowed down so he could come down from his intense sudden high.
I could feel my own four inch plus pipeline dribbling its clear oily like pre-cum from the slit at the tip of my glans, so I reached down with my right hand and lubricated my fingers as I brought them up to his little brownish-red cherry bud. His legs were bent at the knees and angled outwards giving me clear access to his nether region as my fingers slowly and methodically massaged the sensitive area around the outer rim. The initial touch on his shuttered resulted in his sphincter muscles clinching down tightly.
My mouth moved to the side of his shaft and with my lips I started to nibble on it like corn on the cob. I took the skin lightly between my lips and tugged gently. My little nips galvanized his nerve endings sending more shivers along his skin. I immediately felt him loosen up around his anal rim and I continued to stimulate him there as my mouth worked on his shaft. I could feel him starting to climb again as he squirmed and cooed at me. I kept reaching between my own legs so I could keep his shuttered iris lubricated.
He was getting to the edge again so I stopped nibbling on my corn and began slurping along the side of his shaft with my mouth until it reached his soft fleshy boy tonsils. My tongue flicked out wetly and starting at the top left hand corner, traced a path down along the side to the bottom. Once I hit the bottom I slurped up his left grape sized giggle berry into my mouth sending him into orbit as he cheeped like a bird and squirmed squeaking in that cute way he’s got about him and the one I’ve fallen in love with.
By this time my fingers had massaged and lubricated his little cherry. When his body collapsed back onto the mattress I made my move and inserted my finger down to the first digit. I don’t think he realized my finger had entered him because I released his testicle from my mouth at the same time which seemed to relax him more.
My tongue continued its journey on his soft fleshy fruit basket as it swooped up the middle seam on his skin bag and then backtracked downwards along the same seam reaching the bottom. Anatoli sighed deeply at the sensation and I could feel the heat between his legs rise. I looked up into his eyes and noticed sheer elation on his countenance with him having forgotten all about being completely naked and exposed.
With our eyes locked onto each other I slurped up his right grape sized cream ball into my mouth as he once again bucked and heaved clamping his sphincter muscles around my finger. I released his testicle from my mouth and he crumpled to the mattress as my tongue continued their journey up the right side of his soft satiny purse and I inserted my finger all the way to the end. This time he felt my invading finger and he whimpered from the emotions he felt because of the pressure, subtle pain, and stirring pleasure the intrusion created.
Moving swiftly my lips engulfed his shaft all the way down to his pubic mound not allowing him the time to think about the fingering incursion into his virginal tomb. It had been done so fast it caught the sexed up eleven year old boy unprepared with him sighing in pleasure while my own senses reeled at the flavorful explosions along my tongue.
This was the first time I truly had the core essence of his sex taste from his pleasure tool inside my mouth, and it was almost too much for me as I felt my chestnut sized testicles contract slightly inside the sweaty protective membrane surrounding them. It caught me by surprise in what I could only describe as a mini orgasm. I could feel my erection fattening up slightly as a small ejection of cum spat out from the tip of my penis before I managed to regain a bit of control tamping down the abrupt impending tide. This fair exotic foreign boy never ceased to amaze me with how he managed to send me to new highs in ways I’ve never experienced before. The idea of me being propelled into a state of rapture because my palate exploded erotically inside my mouth from Anatoli’s sensuously exotic sex essence was beyond comprehension as I tried to pull back from my own abrupt harmonious climactic rise.
Turning my focus on what I was here to accomplish I started moving up his shaft with my mouth. As I slathered upwards I turned my head a bit from side to side letting my tongue follow a corkscrew pattern while at the same time I started wiggling my finger back and forth deep inside of him. My tongue wasn’t the only piece of equipment acting like a corkscrew as my finger buried all the way to my knuckle began to twirl furiously around inside the boy’s sweaty and tightly sealed sauna. Between my mouth and my finger Anatoli began to bleat in delight from the sensations coursing through his entire body his usual little squeaks of pleasure now turning into grunts of euphoric elation. He bucked, moaned, and groaned before finally shrieking out hoarsely.
“Fuck, fuck, Robby, yes, more,” he begged as his fingers curled tightly around my hair actually tugging on them while his body convulsed around in a state of elated desire.
My mouth and tongue stopped at his frenulum for a few seconds so I could lick him more intently before moving all the way up to the top. My fingers were now working his consecrated sanctuary as they wiggled from side to side, slid in and out, and then moved in a circular motion all around deep inside of him. He screamed, yelled, and writhed for mercy at the sheer joy he was experiencing. My tongue flickered and pressed up against the slit of his penis sending more waves of joy coursing through his petite frame.
I reversed course going back down his shaft and continued the corkscrew kind of pattern all the way down. I could feel he was getting really close so I started sucking his conduit for all I was worth bobbing my head up and down furiously. At the same time his hips kept in time moving in tandem of my nodding head shoving his penis deeper into my mouth with each upward thrust of his groin and downward dip of my head. His hand on the back of my head shoved me downwards when he thrust his hips upwards and relaxed their grip when I bobbed my head in the opposite direction.
We had become wild animals as my finger kept working his small never before touched virginal refuge and we both grunted and moaned. All of a sudden he was trying to pull me off of him as he pleaded in warning.
“Fuck Robby I gotta pee, stop,” he cooed trying to squirm away.
I ignored him letting my mouth continue to work on his shaft while my finger changed tactics. I once more shoved it forcefully deep inside of him trying to find his prostrate gland, the chestnut sized pleasure center about three inches up the front wall of his anal canal towards his belly button. I knew he was about to climax just as I found the spongy bulge of his love toggle and wiggled my finger in a “come here” type of gesture.
He went ballistic as an intense first ever little boy orgasm wracked his tiny frame sending his mind and body into the furthest boundaries of our universe. I knew stimulating his prostrate at the same time he climaxed would create an orgasm a million times more intense. I could feel his rigid shaft expand and twitch in my mouth while also getting the sense it was vibrating and humming to me. His glans swelled and quivered trying to dispel sweet nectar his immature testicles just couldn’t produce yet. I felt both of his small nuggets contract and completely disappear inside of him as he continued to buck, jig, moan, and groan in pleasurable rapture as wave after wave of his euphoric orgasmic explosions tore through his insides allowing no respite from the passion of the moment.
“Ffffuuuck, fu-fu, ah shiii, fu, umph, umph, aaaaaahhhhhh, umph,” he moaned, groaned, and croaked with each spastic convulsion which continued to roll on for much longer than I expected from someone’s first time.
After several long moments he started to come down from his high until I once again stimulated his little love nut inside of his sweaty sauna sending him through another course of spasms. He cried out in anguish because our sexing had been more intense than he had ever expected. This was something he had never before experienced or imagined possible. He was gasping for air when I finally let him come down from his euphoric state. His body shivered and convulsed when I removed my finger from his no longer untouched sanctuary, and my mouth released his now soft and no longer virginal obelisk.
He was whimpering and crying as he sucked in air. His eyes had rolled backwards in his head and he continued to have little spurts of seizures as his rapture slowly dissipated. We were both slick with sweat and breathing hard as I climbed on top of him with my arms hooking the back of his knees forcing them up towards his chest. I shoved my penis between his sweaty butt crease bumping up against his recently vacated loosened up plowed grounds as I readied the boy so I could sow his groomed fields. I needed him badly and I was getting ready to outright fuck him when I looked down at his sweat plastered yet sweet chaste face. Despite his first true sexual encounter I could tell he was still an innocent, and in essence untainted contrary to my earlier belief his precious virtuousness would be lost forever if he did something like this.
“Fuck, what the hell, what am I doing,” I finally managed to grunt coming to my senses.
I had been so close to fucking him and ruining everything. This heinous lustful act on my part would most definitely had destroyed the younger boy’s precious innocence, shattering it to a million pieces and destroying the sweetness and essence of who I knew to be Anatoli. I couldn’t do that to him no matter how horny and out of it I was at the moment. It was bad enough we had just done the ‘nasty,’ but right now he wasn’t even all here at the moment. His first ever orgasm had been so intense it drained both his mind and body with the boy’s thinking process not yet having a chance to come back to reality.
I climbed off of Anatoli totally frustrated and out of my mind. He was still lying on his back breathing heavily and in a complete daze. I couldn’t control my sexual urges and tension and needed relief fast as I desperately searched for answers. I looked around and saw my cushioned little step stool that I step on to get about six inches of height in order to reach some of the things on my higher shelves in the room.
I grabbed it and put it next to the bed. I then manhandled Anatoli shifting him around so his head leaned off over the edge. He didn’t even resist as I knelt on the cushion stool and guided my leaking four inch plus stiff pipe into his mouth. I gasped as he instinctively wrapped his moist lips around my drooling spigot and started to slurp up the leaking substance which began to pool inside his mouth.
I wasted no time as I felt him apply suction to my shaft with rocking my hips back and forth in a smooth gliding motion. I felt my length and sleekness sliding deep inside Anatoli’s mouth and gullet. I thought he might gag as I thrust forward until his nose was buried in my sparse patch of tight curly pubes. I looked down and couldn’t believe what I saw. It was so sexy hot seeing Anatoli’s sweet little plump lips wrapped completely around my entire hose.
His eyes were open now and sparkled brightly as they looked at what he was doing. I knew he had to be totally conscious now and I feared he might gag and push me off of him as I continued to thrust my hips back and forth. He shocked me though when he reached around my body grabbing onto my ass and started shoving my rigid love tube deeper into his mouth as he continued to slurp up my pre-cum.
“Fuck Anatoli, your lips are so sexy hot,” I croaked with it coming out in a little squeaking noise like I usually hear coming from him as he feverishly ate up my shaft. “I’ll let you know when I cum so you can pull off. My orgasms are pretty intense and I shoot a lot of stuff,” I grunted in pleasure not sure if he understood what I meant as he started flicking his tongue around inside his mouth.
“Oh, fuck me,” I grunted at the sensation of his tongue along with the visual stimulation of seeing his mouth completely engulf my shaft. It was too much and I knew this was it.
“I’m going to cum, get off,” I yelled at him as I tried to pull off.
Instead of letting me go Anatoli grabbed on to me tighter and pulled me further into his mouth as my orgasm came crashing in on me. That was the last thing I remembered of him as only my intense explosion remained intact in my memory. Wave after wave of euphoria took hold of my body as it rattled around blindly. I had never in my entire life felt such intense pleasure. It was as if lately each new sexual encounter with someone was better than the one before. My whole body exploded with such joy and then my mind seemed to implode as reality came crashing through my haze.
My voice had become hoarse from screaming at the top of my lungs. I hadn’t heard or remembered anything I had shouted, but I could hear myself now as I kept saying over and over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you so much Anatoli, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I kept repeating it over and over even now as I came out of my foggy haze.
With one last shuddering heave and spurt of cum, I collapsed onto Anatoli, my lips only an inch away from his sagging ball sack and now flaccid two inch joy stick. I don’t know why I did it but I slurped up his flaccid tube in my mouth and suckled on it like a baby sucking on a pacifier. It felt wonderfully soft and malleable in my mouth and elicited a nice moan from my little boy love. It remained soft in my mouth, Anatoli having been spent only moments before in our passion of love sexing. The fleshy rubbery like feeling in my mouth was unique and in its own way erotic not to mention how the flavor of his warm flesh tasted along my taste buds, which was simply divine making me quiver in lustful delight despite my own spent state.
I was still breathing heavy and trying to gather my strength when I finally let his little soft fleshy penis slip from between my damp satiny lips and slowly climbed off of the beautiful love creature. I reached over and rolled Anatoli back onto the bed. He looked visibly shaken and his face looked pale as I snuggled up to him.
“Are…are you alright,” I managed to gasp between inhaling gulps of air and becoming a bit alarmed. “I think you might be coming down with something.” I added worriedly.
He shook his head. “Just a little dizzy is all.”
“Fuck Anatoli, did you swallow all of my spunk?”
“Your what?” He asked a little confused.
“You know cum, my semen, the stuff I squirted.”
“Oh, is that what it is? Did I do that too? I thought when I got the tingly feeling I would pee.”
“No, you had what is called a dry Orgasm. When you get a little older and start puberty you will start to squirt out that stuff too. I usually squirt a lot and I’m surprised you swallowed it all.”
“Didn’t have a choice it came out so fast, but it wasn’t too bad, I actually kind of liked the taste of it. I think I got most of it but some did leak out on me.” He smiled feebly as if a bit spent at the moment.
I looked at him and saw some along the side of his cheeks and leaned in licking it up. Some had also gotten into his hair. I was tired but figured we needed to get cleaned up or it would be nasty in his hair.
“Robby?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He smiled looking a bit better now making me think it was the intensity of his orgasm that had him all pale a few moments ago. “That was the best thing I had ever done in my entire life. I want to do it again. I mean not now, I’m too tired, but soon,” he nodded his head as if he was agreeing with himself and sighed cuddling in closer to me.
I turned my head away as a single teardrop made its way down my cheek. This had been a bad idea and I don’t think I had done right by my ‘Other Brother,’ the boy I so adored and love. He was too young to understand the consequences. The moment between the two of us had been wonderful and I didn’t really regret it per se, but still it didn’t really feel right either. How do I tell him it should never have happened and we can’t do that again? I decided to wait until tomorrow to talk to him about it since we were both too tired at the moment.
I crawled over him and climbed out of bed. I could feel his eyes watching my naked body hungrily as I walked over to my desk and opened up the drawer pulling out my camera. I smiled as I pointed it towards Anatoli. He looked at me questioningly and then grinned nodding his head it was alright. He had never before been completely naked in front of me, but at the moment I could tell he was feeling the euphoric aftereffects of warmth and tenderness from his experience so he didn’t mind being so openly exposed.
I snapped off several pictures of the sexy nubile boy and sat down next to him on the bed as we looked at the pictures together. I could see him smiling sheepishly at some of his poses, but he seemed to be pleased. I sure as hell was with how he looked.
“Damn, Anatoli, I just love how sexy you look. You’re the most beautiful boy on the planet. I don’t know why you are so shy in front of people. If I looked this hot I’d move to a nudist colony,” I told him seriously.
He reached out and stroked my back, “You are beautiful to me Robby. I think you are the sexiest boy alive. Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered seriously.
“C’mon,” I said tugging on his arm. “Let’s grab a shower together and get cleaned up. I’m really tired and need to get some sleep, and despite how much I love having your sweet sex perfume all over my body, I don’t want to go to sleep until I’ve washed away all the stickiness. I’m sure you are all sticky too in some places from my boy juice that you allowed to escape,” I teased him ruffling his curls, which was still a bit tacky from my spunk goop. “Besides, my cum isn’t like hair gel and not so good for your cute little curls.” I chuckled seeing him roll his eyes at me.
I pulled him out of bed and his knees buckled as he stood up. He grabbed on to me for support and I looked at him once more a bit concerned. He assured me it was nothing, saying he was just tired from all of the excitement with his father and his first mind blowing orgasm. He actually said “mind blowing.” How cute I thought to myself.
We climbed into the shower and started cleaning ourselves up. I soaped up his hair and rinsed it out. Oh, how I loved running my fingers through his lovely curly blonde locks even when they were wet. I soaped up my hands and started to slowly soap up his naked torso. This was the first time I saw Anatoli completely naked in front of me without any clothing on at all. Yes, I’ve seen him naked before, even though he didn’t know it, but he still had some sort of clothing on at the time. I only saw him naked because I cheated and peeked through openings in his shorts or pulled them aside while he was asleep. This was totally different now in the shower and I stood in awe as I watched my hand slide across his slick skin. In many ways this was just as erotic as our recent sexing in my bed.
Anatoli stood there in front of me allowing my hands and eyes to explore his nakedness no longer afraid and appearing to have conquered his little phobia that horrible drunk and his sons had instilled in him. He shivered as my hands traced downwards to his pale slate and then cupped his soft sagging boy baubles in my hand. I felt his satiny shaft twitch in my hands when I soaped him up there, but it remained supple as my hands continued their journey down his legs.
I turned him around and soaped up his back working my way down to his adorably cute little pale rounded globes. Anatoli bent over slightly leaning his arm against the tiled wall giving me access to his butt crack. I slipped my hand inside pealing apart his malleable cheeks so I could see if I had done any damage to his cherry hole. He shivered as my fingers touched his puckered pinkish-brown rim, but it looked alright without any tearing or bleeding. I sighed with relief because it had been a little invasive on my part.
I rinsed him off and started to clean my own body. While I was soaping up my hair I felt Anatoli’s hand reach out and play with my soft jig and tackle. Until today he had never touched me there in a sexual kind of way before, at least not in his mind, even though it had always felt this way to me when he handled my equipment curiously. I enjoyed having him touch me like this as he explored my body. I didn’t even bone up as he tenderly stroked my soft three inch shaft and cupped my soft boy jingles in his fingers taking note of the heft and feel of them in his hand as my flesh purse spilled over the sides of his palm.
I could see the fascination in his eyes as he continued to play with me down there. As intimate as we both were being towards each other I was surprised neither one of us had boned up again. The touching was sexual, but not in a frenzied way, rather in a more intimate and exploratory way.
I finished cleaning off the funk from my body and stepped in closer to Anatoli wrapping him in my arms. He felt absolutely fabulous within the folds of my embrace as our two slick wet bodies rubbed against each other under the refreshing warmth of the water. We stood there for what felt like hours before finally climbing out of the tub with Anatoli standing still allowing me to towel him dry as if he were a little three year old boy. It felt natural and I enjoyed the feeling it gave me as I tenderly wrapped the towel around his torso after drying him off.
It was two tired and exhausted boys who finally crawled into bed and snuggled up closely together under the covers. I breathed in Anatoli’s scent as my hands rubbed his chest and stomach. I continued my downward journey between his legs and gently rubbed his soft petite Cannoli in my hands and playfully toyed with his two truffles. I felt his tubular sweet treat twitch a little but it remained soft. My intentions weren’t to arouse him sexually again, but rather I just wanted to feel and touch him down there in an open and unreserved fashion. He seemed to sense this so eased apart his legs giving me more access to his most intimate of places like we’ve done so many times before over the months, yet this time seeming somehow different in a more intimate kind of way.
“Mmmm, I love feeling your hands all over me,” Anatoli whispered as he shifted.
I chuckled a little, “Yeah, I love it too,” I admitted hearing him giggle at my admission.
“Robby?”
“Yes, my love,” I whispered as I had done earlier.
He giggled and looked up. “I love it when you say that to me.”
“Was that your question?” I teased.
“No just wanted you to know how I felt about your comment,” he said as he hugged my arm. “I was wondering…well you know…about all what happened. I’m a little confused by everything. My body, my entire being felt so wonderful…you felt so wonderful. What happened?”
I had to digest his comment for a moment as I looked down into his soft deep blue eyes. He was smiling at me expectantly. I had forgotten for a moment he was still pretty young and trusted me. I knew he had some knowledge of sex, but I didn’t know how much or how little. I sighed regretting how things had happened just now between the two of us. I loved Anatoli with all my heart and didn’t want to hurt him in any way. The experience had been everything and more of what I knew it would be like with him, but I felt in a way I had robbed some of his innocence. From here on out he was a sexual being in every fashion of the word, and he was now exposed to all the good, the bad, and the confusions which accompanied being a sexual individual.
He was still looking at me expectantly as I sighed again. His eyes melted my heart and left me feeling exposed and vulnerable to the exotic nature of his foreignness. I smiled back at him and nodded my head to myself. I would sort of start at the beginning of things and progress from there holding nothing back. He deserved at least this much from me. So with him snuggled comfortably in my arms I started talking about sex, pausing every once in a while to answer some of his questions. I let the conversation flow freely, in many ways like I had done with Gabe this past summer, and allowed it to go in whatever direction it led me.
We had talked for what seemed like a long time cuddled up together in bed when at one point I looked down and noticed Anatoli had finally nodded off to sleep. We had covered a lot in our discussion and I knew many of his questions had been answered. He had seemed extremely interested about the whole ejaculation process and admitted he really enjoyed how I had tasted. It had shocked me how he had even swallowed my spunk to begin with when at the time I knew he didn’t even realize what he was swallowing. When I told him what it had been his only worry was if someone should be swallowing the stuff and if it would make him sick later. I assured him people indeed do swallow it so he shouldn’t be worried about it harming him since even though it seemed like a lot, in reality it amounted to nothing more than about a teaspoon at the most. He felt a lot better about it and listened attentively to all the other sex topics I brought up.
I watched him intently for a little while as he slept and lifted up the covers smiling to myself as I looked down on his completely naked body next to me. I wanted a closer look at him so I scooted myself down and unabashedly looked at his flaccid penis and little soft pocket the outline of his testicles clearly visible beneath the warm membrane. His shaft lay nestled sideways across his thigh and I could make out the little pin sized freckle at the base of his tube. I reached out and touched it to see if it was a mole. It felt smooth along the skin like a freckle, not at all like a mole. I stretched his skin a little and it looked like the freckles some kids have on their faces only smaller. I could see the faint blue veins along his shaft as I released his jig allowing it to settle back down across his thigh.
I next focused on his little soft skin purse. It no longer hung low, but had tightened snuggling up against his body. It wasn’t a taut modest purse like many younger boys have, but rather still managed to sag slightly between his legs. They didn’t really hang down low as if heavy boulders lay inside his kit, but rather just dangled enough to be able to swing freely if he jiggled or walked around. I loved how delicate they looked; all warm and snug between his legs with the same kind of little light blue veins as his shaft while his testicles looked appetizingly inviting. I loved how his two truffles had felt in my mouth when I swirled them around with the memory of the moment making me shudder excitedly realizing just how tantalizing and arousing this young kid was to me. Every inch of him, inside and out, was intoxicating. I sighed and crawled back up to lay next to him. I snuggled up closer to his body wrapping myself around his sleeping form, closed my eyes, and faded off to sleep completely at ease and happy.
Sometime during the middle of the night I woke up to find Anatoli had shifted away from me. I could see his body shivering and he had his eyes open. I scooted over to him and reached out noticing his body felt cold to my touch making me gasp with concern.
“Shit, you’re freezing Anatoli. Scoot closer so I can get you warmed up.” I instructed as he looked at me appreciatively and snuggled up to my oven like body.
I started rubbing his arms and torso trying to get his blood circulating so it would warm him up. For some reason I reached down between his legs and noticed how his pecker felt cold and puny in my hands. His pouch had balled up tightly against him no longer hanging down loosely and his nuggets had disappeared inside his body cavity.
“Shit why are you so cold, are you sick?” I asked truly scared because that awful flu had been going around sending a lot of the elderly and young kids into the hospital with high fevers, respiratory problems, and a ton of other issues. One kid even died just the other day in the hospital from complications of his symptoms.
“N…no…I’ll be fine, just hold me for a while. I’m just tired and worn out…you know from earlier. My first time and all, I’ll be fine.” He said as his shivering started to fade and I could feel him warming back up.
Still, it didn’t seem to make sense to me because I’ve never known anyone to get symptoms like this from having sex. Sure there for a bit you might feel a bit worn out and out of sorts, but guys tended to actually feel more rejuvenated after a sexual encounter, not exhausted, shivering, and turning icy cold.
I held on to him and we both finally fell back to sleep. I woke up a little while later and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully in my arms no longer shivering from being cold. I reached down between his legs and his flaccid tool felt warm to my touch again and his balls seemed to have dropped back down. I sighed in relief and fell back asleep intent on making sure he remained snuggled against my warm body. It was winter and my room did cool down at night a bit so maybe he had simply rolled away earlier and had gotten cold with the covers having come off of him or something.
Anatoli woke up the following morning, rolled on his back, and stretched. He was alone in bed but could smell breakfast cooking and knew Robby was out in the kitchen. Reaching down between his legs he pinched his flaccid penis which surprised him because it wasn’t hard like it usually was first thing in the morning and he also didn’t have the urgent need to go pee. He was also feeling rested and much better this morning. Last night had been the best experience of his life, but had left him feeling drained. The last several days he was finding himself feeling tired and worn out. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with that nasty flu that’s been going around.
He opened his eyes to the bright new day and smiled as his eyes settled on the oil painting of himself on the opposite wall. It was the one his grandfather had painted of him from the photograph Robby had taken this past summer. Anatoli had sent it to his grandfather to create an oil painting so he could give it to the older boy for his fifteenth birthday. When he had giving the painting to the older boy on his birthday he had also shown Robby all the other paintings his grandfather had done of him every year since he was born. In a way it had also been his first step in allowing someone to actually see him without any clothes on. Of course it had only been paintings, but still it had taken a lot of courage and trust to show the older boy. He trusted Robby and loved him wholeheartedly knowing the boy wouldn’t intentionally hurt him. With Robby’s help they had finally figured out where all his shyness had stemmed from.
His grandfather was a naturist, going to many places to sunbathe in the nude. He was also a well known artist in Eastern Europe. He painted mainly pre-pubescent children, both girls and boys at play, and both in the nude or totally clothed. Sometimes he painted adults too, but usually only images of parents playing with their children. For the most part he only painted pre-pubescent children and usually when they were in the nude.
When Anatoli was really little he went with his grandfather to these places and played happily with other children while naked at these resorts, but around eight or nine he didn’t feel comfortable being naked around other people anymore because of an incident that happened which had embarrassed him from then on with being undressed in front of others. From that point on his grandfather would take him once a year to a private resort area where he could still go nude and play in the water, but without any other people around. Usually it was close by to an actual public nude area where his grandfather could go and create his masterpieces which were in very much high demand in their region.
The last summer, one year just before moving to America, was his last trip with his grandfather. He had been real stubborn on this last trip because he had just been told maybe the following summer they would be moving to America so was mad about the move and no longer felt like swimming or walking around naked. On the last week of his stay at the lake he finally caved in and began to enjoy himself, with his grandfather snapping some pictures and creating some oil paintings of him. When his grandfather finished the paintings Anatoli had been glad he had finally relented because it seemed as if that year some things had changed for him and he somehow looked a little different. He still had that boyishness about him, but there were understated changes to his body which he thought made him look kind of sexy like some of the other older boys.
Then the following summer he had to move to America and felt sad because he wouldn’t be able to experience the freedom he had when he ran around naked on the lake. He was also sad because he wouldn’t have any oil paintings for the first time in his life. Then he recalled the pictures Robby had snapped of him in the red Speedos and was using so he could practice on his sketching. He had emailed them to his grandfather explaining why he wanted an oil painting.
Anatoli’s mother had told his grandfather all about Robby and what the Stanton family had done for them, so his grandfather thought it would be a perfect gift but asked why not do a nude one. Of course Anatoli and his mother had explained how things are very different here so it was best not to have a nude one done. His grandfather thought this was silly of people in America because children in their natural state having pure, innocent, and uninhibited fun were the most beautiful creatures in the world.
Then his grandfather got another brilliant idea and told Anatoli since they couldn’t be together so he could paint him, Anatoli should take some naked ones of himself and send them to him. He noted how beautiful it was around there so was sure the boy would be able to capture some nice scenes for him to paint. At first Anatoli was a bit shy about it, but his mother reminded him of the new camera she had bought him with a timer so he should be able to do this for his grandfather. The more the boy thought about it the more the idea appealed to him. So about a week later he had sent more pictures to his grandfather, and to his surprise when the oil painting for Robby arrived so too did several other ones at the same time. It had thrilled him to no end because they were all so beautiful depicting the same sense of youthful naked sexiness as the previous year. In the paintings Anatoli found a sense of pride in how his body looked.
To Anatoli’s surprise though the one he liked the best was the one of him in the red Speedo. It was as if Robby’s picture had captured who he really was at this point in time of his life. In the oil painting Anatoli was wearing his red Speedo leaning against a tree looking off in the distance of Robby’s range land with forested covered hills and his right leg curled up beneath his left leg. His left knee was bent up which made for an open style of sitting position and cunningly exposed his crotch area. A towel was draped over the back of his shoulders fluttering lazily in the warm 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 had been the only painting his grandfather had ever done of him wearing any kind of clothing even though he’s done some of other kids fully clad. His grandfather had managed to capture each infinitesimal facet of the boy and surroundings since the photograph had been a very crisp and sharp one with fantastic resolution so the man could zoom in for the finer details.
What was amazing though about this painting is even though Anatoli was wearing a Speedo the details still showed him as a sexy young boy soon entering puberty. You could see the obvious outline of his little pre-pubescent boy penis and boy sack which left very little to the imagination of what he was packing beneath the skimpy material. At times it almost looked like he was sporting an erection while at other times it appeared like it was snuggled safely beneath the fabric. Along the seam of his right leg you could see the obvious naked outline of his little truffle and flesh purse as it spilled out the side of the stretchy Lycra fabric. The painting depicted only about one third of his exposed right nugget so you could see it with the naked eye. If you weren’t looking closely at the painting you wouldn’t even know a part of his right testicle had flopped out of the fabric.
By scrutinizing it closely you could just make out the portion of his testicle with the skin pulled up tightly around it as if the thing was straining to be free from its restricting confines. Even though this was the only visible part of his sex organ in the entire image in a way he looked sexier in this painting than any of the others his grandfather had ever done of him completely naked.
There was a combination of happiness and sadness for Anatoli about this painting as he recalled his last summer with the elderly man he so dearly adored. He had been stubborn for most of his last trip, but eventually towards the end of it the boy had finally relaxed a little and started to enjoy the freedom of being out in the open naked and his grandfather had managed to paint a few more images of him in the nude. He didn’t feel as self conscious around his grandfather who had seen him naked since the first day he was born. He felt more conscious these last couple of years around his mother though, but never his grandfather.
Anatoli was grateful now to his grandfather for all the paintings he had done of the younger boy throughout the years as he gazed upon the one on Robby’s wall. He had written his grandfather about the older boy, and told him he had allowed Robby to select one painting from each year in addition to the one of him in the red Speedo. He knew Robby had been so awed by the gesture because the older boy understood the trust involved on the younger boy’s part in regard to his naked body. It confirmed to Anatoli just how special the older boy really was to him, and how it had been the right thing to do with allowing the boy to own such intimate and private paintings of him.
Anatoli had offered his ‘Other Brother’ the opportunity to exchange the one in the red Speedo with a nude one of him from the most recent year, but Robby had immediately announced he was keeping the original one. It had pleased Anatoli because he thought the red Speedo one was the best too. He knew the older boy would really have loved one of the other most recent ones as well, but had decided on keeping this one because first, he loved it the best and secondly he would be able to hang it in his room and admire it without feeling any backlash the other paintings of him in the nude may create.
Then, as a special additional birthday gift Anatoli did give him another one of the painting of him completely naked so the older boy could have one of him completely naked from each year which had flabbergasted the older boy at such an extensive gift. At Anatoli’s and his mother’s urgings the older boy had dutifully selected one from each year. In all Robby had selected a total of 13 paintings; one for each year, plus one as a baby, and finally the original red Speedo one.
Back in Robby’s room Anatoli admired the older boy’s choice of the original large canvas painting which now hung on his wall surrounded by other paintings from various artists. The teen seemed to have an eye for art as he thought back on all the paintings the older boy had selected from him. There had been several from each year to select from, but the older boy had looked critically at all of them his choices matching together perfectly with one another.
Anatoli scanned the rest of Robby’s wall looking at some of the other oil paintings the boy had purchased as a result of the painting with Anatoli in his Speedo. He had offset the painting with others of children during spring and summer. There were various different sizes arranged neatly on the wall of his room. His eyes were drawn to a couple of girls carrying baskets full of flowers out in a field. Another image depicted two boys fishing off a dock with wooden fishing poles dressed in overalls and no shirts. The image showed the boys from the back and little off to the side angle. One of the boy’s over sized overalls had a missing strap and hung down low exposing his left white butt cheek and part of his crack. It wasn’t sexual at all, but endearing nevertheless.
The type of paintings and the way they were arranged muted the sexual context of Anatoli, yet at the same time seemed to show him off even more. As your eyes drew in towards his image on the wall they took in a boy who was still innocent, but soon to be awakening to his budding sexuality. Anatoli had to admire how the older boy had arranged all the framed oil paintings of various sizes. He had the painting of Anatoli placed in an older style of wooden scrolled framework and the other paintings matched perfectly in the same styling. Anatoli’s painting stood out not only because how it was arranged but also for its size. The oil painting itself was about forty four inches by fifty seven inches and when framed added another couple of inches on each of the four sides.
Ever since Robby had received Anatoli’s gift, the older boy had become even more immersed in art. He had never before drawn or painted, only doodling and sketching a bit, but started taking art classes from someone in town and also classes in school. He was really excelling and seemed to have some natural raw talent. Robby had shown Anatoli some of his sketches and the younger boy was really impressed with how good they were. The older boy had even thought about taking up sculpturing and seemed to have a critical eye for detail necessary to an artist.
Robby walked into his room carrying a tray loaded with breakfast. He saw the younger boy sitting back against the pillows looking at the wall opposite the foot end of the bed and seemed to be enjoying how he had laid out the oil paintings on his bedroom wall. He called it his wall of art. All the other walls contained the typical kinds of things all teenagers seemed to have hanging in their rooms. There were some sports posters along with the near nude images of women in bathing suits. He had been meaning to take some of these things off the walls having a new found taste in real artwork and was really considering hanging one or two naked ones of Anatoli up as well.
When Anatoli had shown him the artwork from his grandfather he had fallen in love immediately with the idea of having real works of art hanging on his walls. He loved all of the work the older gentleman had done of the younger boy, but had truly fallen head over heals of the painting with Anatoli wearing his red Speedo. It just seemed to speak to him of the innocence with the hint of upcoming teen sexuality. The painting really captured who Anatoli was in real life at this point in time. The emotions it stirred were intense without being overtly conspicuous. It built inside of you slowly as you continued to view it on the wall.
As I paused and smiled at the younger boy while he was distracted I recalled the moment when I had first hung up the painting of Anatoli on my wall. My father’s initial response was that of being a little shocked. Standing alone it was intensely sexual, but in a subtle manner. It was after all a typical image of a European boy in a skimpy swimming suit. Here in America we aren’t used to seeing boys in Speedos, but it is common over in many of the European countries. It was an innocent image, but with undertones of budding sexuality. His Speedo covered his privates, but the detailed outline of his penis and dangly bits did little to hide what lay beneath the fabric. Even the slightly exposed testicle sneaking out the side of his scant bathing suit set the tonality of the piece. His naked boyish torso showed hints of the beginnings of more teenage musculature. In all it showed a pre-teen boy in a transitional state to the next chapter of his life.
My father had kept looking at the image and I could tell he started liking what he saw once he got over the initial shock. The details and expertise of the piece started to shine. The artist showed a real grasp of capturing the essence of his subject. The piece evoked emotion towards the viewer of a more childlike time in their own lives, when events during these times were still innocent; yet, just visible over the horizon was the awareness of change approaching them very quickly and almost too soon.
I didn’t show my father the other art pieces because I didn’t know how he would react and also I got the distinct feeling this was something personal for Anatoli. I knew how he felt about being naked in front of other people, and to give me paintings of himself throughout his life where he was completely exposed in more ways than just being naked must have taken a great deal of courage on his part. His mother knew of course, and had approved him giving me such an intimate gift. He had also received permission from his Grandfather after he explained how close the two of us were. His grandfather had been extremely happy for his young grandson and the fact he had found his ‘Other Brother,’ something which was truly a rare and amazing thing. Knowing this if I decided to hang one or two of Anatoli’s nude pieces I’d surely have to talk to him first making sure it would be alright. Then I’d have to show my father the other paintings as well. In the end I was sure my dad wouldn’t mind too much, but I simply wasn’t ready yet to take this next step.
Anatoli had provided me with all the appropriate paperwork of the art pieces so I would have them as provenance. I was shocked at the value of the artwork, but his grandfather was extremely talented and a recognized artist. There was a demand for his work among some of the elite, which allowed him to live a comfortable life. Many artists are commonly referred to as starving artists for a good reason. They may be good, but there is only so much work people are willing to buy and often they live from painting to painting.
I approached Anatoli with the tray of food in my hands and he looked over at me with a gleam in his eye and a bright smile. He looked better this morning, not so pale like yesterday. He threw aside his covers and sat up crossing his legs. I was surprised he didn’t keep himself covered up. As shy as he was I had expected him to revert back to his old self this morning. I smiled appreciatively at his nakedness and couldn’t keep myself from openly gawking at his beautiful body. In turn he too was looking at my nakedness enjoying what he was seeing.
“You look better today. It scared me last night when you got so cold.”
“Yeah, I feel a lot better today,” he smiled back interested in what I had made to eat.
I sat down across from him and we ate our meal in silence. Every once in a while I would look up into his eyes and he would visibly blush as he absentmindedly tugged on the little breakfast sausage located between his legs. We finished eating and I set aside the tray of food as he leaned back against the pillows with his hands behind his head and stretched out. I watched his beautiful body uncurl and stretch out noticing how cute he looked as his little grape sized balls settled between his legs. He was looking at my wall of art enjoying how I had arranged the pieces.
I followed his gaze to take a look as well. The bed shifted around a little and then I felt Anatoli’s warm body pressing up against my back as his face settled next to my cheek. I could feel his naked chest pressing up against me with his little soft hose snuggling against the small of my back. He was kneeling and his knees were resting on either side of my butt and thighs. He wrapped one arm around my neck letting it hang in front with his other arm wrapped beneath my arm and across my chest grasping on to the wrist of his dangling arm.
“I love what you did with all of the paintings,” he whispered in my ear having seen the paintings on the walls many times already, yet still enthralled by them.
I smiled and hugged his arms to me. “Well I was inspired by one fantastic piece. It sets the tone for all the rest.”
“Yes, my grandfather is a very talented artist,” Anatoli replied appreciatively.
“That’s true,” I replied. “But I think the model is what makes this piece work. He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I whispered to him in all honesty.
His face felt so smooth next to mine and the heat of his warm body felt soothing. I sighed contentedly as he leaned his body into mine. I could smell him so close to me. It felt comforting with him so near to me so I could use all of my senses as I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek.
“Can we have sex again?” Anatoli asked surprising me.
I could feel his little flaccid worm start to stiffen and become rigid on my lower back. Damn he felt so hot and sexy. The boy leaned in so he could kiss me on the mouth. It was a little awkward as he had to twist his head and neck around mine to try and reach my lips. I craned my neck towards him and we both leaned in kissing. He tasted so wonderful and after a few moments I had to turn my head away so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed with the hot passion which was starting to rise deep down at my core. I didn’t want it to progress any further. Last night had been so sweet, but I just didn’t feel it was right doing this with someone so young as Anatoli. Of course I understood he was probably ready for such things, but maybe it should be one of his school aged kids or even Gabe who would be a better fit for him.
I tried to hold it back but a sob wracked my body as I stifled the threatening onslaught of tears. Anatoli became alarmed and instinctively held on to me. I managed to stifle my tears before they exploded out of my body.
“Robby, are you alright?” Anatoli asked me sincerely.
“W…we…we can’t do this Anatoli.” I whispered softly.
“What do you mean?”
“We just can’t…I mean we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“D…did I do something wrong,” I heard the younger boy gulp back his fear.
“No…no don’t even think this. It’s just you are way younger than me and if people found out what we did I could probably get in trouble.”
“But why, I don’t understand why you would get in trouble? I wanted this, I want you. I loved what we did last night, didn’t you, and I want to do it again with you. I think I love you, don’t you love me anymore?” He started to seriously get upset now.
“Of course I love you Anatoli, and yes I enjoyed last night. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful. I’ve done sex things before with both boys and girls, but last night was…it was…incredibly special. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It’s just I don’t think people would understand with me being so much older than you and I’m afraid of getting into trouble over this. I mean you haven’t even hit puberty yet and people would think I am taking advantage of you. I’m afraid of what could happen.”
“That’s so stupid. You may be a little older, but you are still a boy, just like me. How can it be so wrong?” He asked.
While we were talking he had gotten up off of the bed and had started getting dressed. I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks and I wasn’t much better off as I was wiping away my own damp and wet face. I could tell I had hurt his feelings about his age.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…I mean I am still a kid just like you, but I don’t think people will see it that way. I don’t know why adults would think it to be so wrong. Maybe they would think I’m gay, and I’m thinking maybe I am, I don’t know. I still have feelings for girls sometimes, but nothing compares to how I feel for you. Maybe older people would think it wrong for someone who might be gay to take advantage of another boy like this. I don’t have all the answers, but I am afraid of how I could get into big trouble and what people would think about you.”
Anatoli was looking for the rest of his things as he shoved them into his bag.
“That’s so stupid. I don’t care what other people think. I don’t care if you might be gay, maybe I’m gay too. Who cares? I only care about you. We are just two boys who have feelings for each other and what we did last night felt wonderful. This can’t be wrong.”
He was openly sobbing now with his small frame wracked in large tremors. I reached out to touch him, to try to sooth him, but he shrugged off my hand. He zipped up his bag and strapped it over his shoulder.
“Anatoli, please…don’t do this. Don’t leave like this.” I pleaded as my own tears streamed down my cheeks.
“I…I have to go. We need to get to the airport today and pick up my father.” He said a bit sternly as he walked out of my room. I could hear him crying as he literally ran out the door. I was stunned to silence and only when I heard the ATV start up was I able to move. I ran out the door stark naked and into the freezing weather, but it was too late. Anatoli was already out the gate and well on his way home.
I hurt so bad inside my knees buckled and I collapsed on the snow. Huge sobs escaped me as my entire body shuddered. I don’t know how long I lay there in the cold snow, but I was almost frozen to my core when I climbed to my feet and stumbled to the house. I don’t even remember stepping into the shower when I finally managed to get my thoughts straight. The warm water felt good on my body and I had warmed up enough as I climbed out and dried off.
I was completely numb for the next several days after the event. I don’t know how I managed to get through those days and don’t remember much of it either. I do remember crying in my bed every night as I tried to go to sleep after trying time and time again to get a hold of Anatoli. It was as if he had disappeared and it worried me until I remembered his father had just joined them after being separated for so long. I supposed they were simply remaining together alone as a family catching up with one another. Still my restless and sleepless nights were taking a toll on my body and many of my friends were worried about me, but couldn’t get me to open up to them. To my own surprise the only person I really felt like talking to about this was Dane. At the moment though it was impossible since he was on his snowboarding competition trip with his friends from before he was forced to move here. I was really starting to miss the thirteen year old boy; especially, now with this going on between me and Anatoli.
So in the end my friends let me be, but stayed close by my side letting me know they were there for me. My father was a bit concerned about my state of mind as well, but didn’t push me because he seemed to be introverted with his own concerns and thoughts for the last several days as well. I could see him looking at me every once in a while as if he was going to say something, but then clamped his mouth shut at the last moment. I was glad he didn’t say anything because I basically wanted to be left alone. It seemed like we were both merely there at the house going through the motions.
Slowly I climbed out of my stupor. I started to become aware of my surroundings once again. My friends were relieved to see me finally coming out of my slump and tried to cheer me up. They didn’t ask what had upset me so much, but knowing me for all these years sensed it was something major. I had gone through a lot over the years and except for those horrible moments in my life I had always been an upbeat and happy kid.
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End of Chapter Sixteen
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EXCERPT OPENING
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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It had been a long day already by the time I got home so I decided to go hop in the shower and get cleaned up. The warm water cascading over my body felt good and loosened up some of my aching muscles. The cold weather seemed to have chilled me to the bone so I sat under the soothing water letting the warmth soak into me and ease away the frostiness I felt inside. A month or so after the start of the school year I had caught a nasty flu which threw me for a loop. I didn’t want to take the chance of catching something else now in the heart of winter, so made sure to get warmed up. We were in the second week of January with school having started back up just the other day from Christmas break.
Why the school started in the middle of the week instead of simply starting up after the weekend was beyond me, but I guess it all came down to the calendar and getting in the proper amount of days. So, we had two days of school and were now into the weekend. At least Dane was enjoying a few extra days off from school since he had left for his big snowboarding competition trip with friends from before he was forced to move here.
A few months back when I had gotten sick with the flu my dad had immediately recognized it and rushed me to the hospital because this year it was a nasty one going around. My father was always concerned about me because I had a rare blood type which was ‘O’ negative, which meant if something medically ever happened I would need the same type of blood. Thank goodness for me though I managed to fare better than many because as time went on there had been kids and elderly people in the region who actually died from this flu due to respiratory issues among many others. It attacked a person leaving them weak, vulnerable, and susceptible to all sorts of medical issues.
Lucky for me I rarely ever got sick and like this time around when I did it was usually always a minor version. It was almost as if my body immediately recognized what was going on kicking into overdrive attacking the flu and not allowing it to take hold. Most everyone who came down with this strain had fluids coming out both ends, but since I got treatment early and I had such a fantastic immune system I didn’t have the same kind of issues. A few days later I had pretty much gotten over it.
Now as I stood under the shower head allowing the warmth to soak in, my mind once more began to wander as it so often did these days back to when things truly began to change for me. The memory of my birthday often crept into my thoughts because it had been a time of passionate tension and heartache mixed in with a sense of deep seated release and joy. It had also been a period of frustrating confusion over my feelings while also being a point where I had come to terms with my probable sexual orientation.
So over the course of a few months as the school year began there had been some subtle changes in my life which were mainly noticeable only to me. Everything about my life in general and with school remained the same as it always had. I studied attentively, worked hard at the ranch, and zealously practiced on our school wrestling team winning match after match and well on my way to State in my weight division once more. The support I received from all of my friends at school was phenomenal, not to mention from my biggest fans with Anatoli, Gabe, and Dane coming to practically every match of mine. Of course with Anatoli being who he was, I always got teased with him saying the only reason why he went was because he enjoyed seeing me in my wrestling singlet. The odd thing about his comment though was I almost believed him at times because he always eyed me like I was some piece of candy waiting to be unwrapped and suckled on.
The biggest change for me though was at the ranch. In recent years I had become a loner at home, but this last summer it had all changed as I became attached to Anatoli, Gabe, and Dane. How I ever managed to get by without such a close knit friendship despite the age gap I couldn’t say, but now I couldn’t imagine life at the place without them.
Dane had been a constant fixture around here becoming a permanent part time hand at the ranch, which seemed to work out well for him not to mention he was a tremendous help around the place. The arrangement also managed to form a tight kind of friendship and bond between the two of us, and I began to refer to him as one of my closest friends ranking right at the top of the list along with Donavan and even Crystal.
In some ways I suppose it is strange for a boy my age to have a best friend type who was a girl, but I’ve known Crystal since we were toddlers. So in the end she remained an integral part of my daily life, but the sex between the two of us had sort of faded away without either one of us really needing to say anything about it. We instinctively knew it had been time to move on. In a way though, the experience had brought us even closer together as friends than ever before so I was thankful for this turn of events.
Sighing, the warm water was finally starting to take away the tightness of my muscles and sooth my bones making me feel good as I straightened to soap up my body and even contemplated taking care of my personal needs. Looking down at my flaccid penis which began to chub up at the thought, I changed my mind. I’d take care of it later while in bed snuggled up under my warm covers when I could take my time and stare at that beautiful painting of Anatoli while I masturbated. It had become part of my ritual now because despite our growing fondness for one another I had managed to steer clear of actually taking things to the next level with the boy.
My penis immediately deflated making me chuckle at how its brain, and the one in my head, seemed to be connected at times while at other times my pecker brain seemed to take over complete control of my actions. I really hadn’t changed all that much down there since summer. Sometimes I thought perhaps my penis has grown a smidge, my erection probably a quarter or half an inch longer, but still thin and sleek as always. My bush was pretty much the same as well maybe a tad thicker, but other than this everything seemed to have come to a standstill in the whole between the legs growth department.
Now since I was feeling better I went ahead and finished soaping up my body then shampooed my hair. I stepped out of the shower, dried off my body, straightened out my hair not bothering to blow dry it, and brushed my teeth. I would be calling it quits early this evening and was looking forward to the comfort of sleep. I draped the towel over my shoulder and walked across the hallway to my room naked.
I wasn’t paying attention when I stepped into my room slithering over to my dresser drawer to pull out some clothes. I opened up the first drawer when I heard a noise and turned around. I just about jumped out of my skin when I saw a figure sitting on my bed, but then calmed down when I recognized who it was.
“Shit, Anatoli, you just about gave me a heart attack,” I exclaimed at the young boy sitting there and smiling at me while admiring my body.
Anatoli giggled, “I don’t see why, besides, I just love seeing you naked.”
“Yeah, as if I haven’t ever noticed before,” I chuckled for the umpteenth time as I leaned back against the dresser.
Anatoli seemed to have grown a little since the first time I saw him last summer. I see him so often and hadn’t really paid attention, but now looking at him sitting there he just seemed to have grown maybe an inch or two taller with his body having broadened and filled out a tad as well. Not a lot but just the usual growth a boy goes through. He still looked beautiful as ever, that hadn’t changed one bit, but he seemed a little tired and his complexion a bit pale. I knew summer was long gone and he had completely lost his tan with his body having shifted to that typical pale porcelain tone, but he somehow seemed much paler and fragile these days. It hadn’t been like this before so it worried me.
“Anatoli, you don’t look so good, are you alright? I mean that nasty flu’s been going around. I hope you haven’t caught it.” I noted a little seriously walking over to feel his forehead while he smiled cheekily at me before I stepped back frowning.
“You do feel a bit flushed.” I hinted.
He dismissed my concern waving it off as he smiled excitedly at me simply bursting at the seams now. “I just heard father is finally coming. Mom and I will be picking him up tomorrow night at the airport. It’s been so long since we’ve seen him and I wanted you to be the first to know. I asked her if I could spend the night so we can celebrate together.” He announced bouncing up and down on the bed.
This was fantastic news and I was happy for him and his mom as we both shouted out excitedly. Seeing how I was so happy for him, Anatoli jumped up and wrapped his arms around my waist giving me a tight squeeze. I never got tired of feeling his warm body pressed up against mine. Rocking him back and forth in my embrace I lowered my head giving him a big kiss on the top of his head. I felt Anatoli’s hand reaching down and squeezing my naked butt cheeks forcing a little jerking yap out of me. Over the months this had sort of become like a little game between the two of us. His hands felt wonderful on my bare skin and I could feel my three inch flaccid pickle immediately stand at attention reaching a length of four plus inches. The stirrings reminded me how I hadn’t developed all too much down there, still having the small tight brownish bush and a penis which seemed to have decided to remain on stand-bye in the whole maturation arena.
My erect tool was pressed tightly against his stomach and I knew he could feel it straining against him. Anatoli looked up into my eyes smiling wickedly as he reached down and took my stiff shaft in his hands. I immediately jerked upright as a bolt of energy coursed through my torso. My knees buckled at the tingling sensation his tightly wrapped fingers created all up and down my shaft.
I audibly gasped at the thrill he was giving me and I tried to pull away. “I…I…don’t th…think this is such a good idea,” I managed to croak because I hadn’t taken care of any business in the shower which made me very sensitive down there as he continued to work his fingers on my shaft. “Please stop Anatoli…we can’t…not this,” I whimpered my fears for all these months starting to come to a head as he no longer could resist his own hormonal urges and needs.
This was the moment I had seen coming now for months as he transitioned from an innocent to a pre-teen boy with sexual urges and needs. Deep down I knew when it happened I would be the one he searched out, but as always I was now conflicted because I had my own urges and needs despite the guilt I felt about it. He wasn’t quite even twelve years old, and I don’t think he really truly understood the ramifications of such actions between two people; especially, between two people who truly cared deeply for one another but in a different kind of way.
“Please, Robby, I’ve wanted to touch you for such a long time. I mean not just touch you, but…um…you know….more,” he said as he looked into my eyes and stood on his toes giving me a very erotic kiss.
I felt his tongue slide into my mouth searching and tasting me. I knew I had to end this now before things got out of control, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore as my mouth ate at him greedily. He tasted so delicious and felt wonderful in my arms as my hands started to erotically work their magic on the younger boy. It was Anatoli’s turn to shudder now as my hands slipped inside his shirt. I could hear him gasp at the sensation of my fingers tracing along his spine. I’ve wanted this for a long time as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled them over the top of his head.
I leaned my weight into him as I lowered my head kissing his neck and chest. He had to take a couple of steps back before gaining his balance and shuddered at the sensuous touch of my lips on his skin. I could feel the heat radiate outward from his body and I clasped him tightly to me. His knees buckled a little as my hands dove down the back of his sweat pants to firmly squeeze his globes. In return I could feel his hands and fingers as they eagerly explored my naked body.
I was in the throes of teen lustful passion for this boy and my mind was racing. I tried to speak and pull away once again in a feeble attempt to disengage from where this was leading, but Anatoli once more shoved his hands between us and gently squeezed my balls. His touch nearly sent me over the top with my head spinning as I somehow managed to take a step back with both of us gasping for air.
“I…I shit…no Anatoli…,” I whimpered feeling my erection drooling a bit of pre-cum as I absentmindedly wiped it away with my thumb. “We…we can’t…please…you have to understand. I…I care about you too much to…to…,” I began noticing the blond curly haired boy’s blue eyes beginning to brim with tears as he interjected stepping up and wrapping his arms around my waist tenderly his face brushing lightly on my chest.
“Please Robby…I…I have to do this. I hate being afraid all the time of…of…you know. If I don’t do this now with you I…I’ll never get this chance again…it has to be now. It just has to be.” He began to sniffle confusing me because I didn’t really understand what he was saying about why it had to be now.
“I…I don’t understand. I mean why now?” I whispered softly with Anatoli looking up into my eyes his blue swirling gaze capturing my essence and soul caressing them tenderly in their gentle embrace.
The boy shrugged trying to explain. “If I don’t do this with you now, I won’t be able to do this ever again. I’ll be too afraid. Even now I’m scared, but you are the only one I know I can do this with. I hate what happened to me a couple of years ago. I hate that man and his sons even though I understand I have nothing to be ashamed about…but…I…I just can’t…it has to be you. If you don’t do this and make me, then I’ll never be able to…please Robby…for me. Don’t think…just hold and love me the way it should be.” He whispered softly, the way he said it all grown up like catching me by surprise as he stepped on his toes and gently pulled my head towards his mouth.
Our lips connected as he once more began to suck the breath out of me greedily, his hands running along the small of my back making me shudder excitedly. His tongue searched me out as they danced around inside of my mouth sexily and I tasted the essence of who he was which tasted delightfully pleasing. We once more began where we had sort of left off as I leaned my weight into him lowering my head kissing his neck and chest.
The move forced him to take a couple of steps back once more before gaining his balance as he shuddered at the sensual touch of my lips on his skin. I could feel the heat radiate outward from his body and I clasped him tightly to me because it was driving me into a frenzied state. I could feel his knees buckle a little as my hands dove down the back of his sweat pants to firmly squeeze his perspiring slicked up fleshy white orbs. In return I could feel his hands and fingers as they eagerly explored my naked body. I was now totally lost without a chance of making this stop, literally caving in and letting myself fall to my knees. My mouth worked on Anatoli’s belly button and I could hear him sigh and grunt as the sensation sent his body tingling while the closeness of his sex scent sent my mind swirling around dizzily.
I hooked my thumbs in his waistband and in one fell swoop lowered both his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles before he could protest. This is what he wanted of me because he would never feel comfortable exposing himself to anyone else, and he felt if it didn’t happen now he’d never fully come to terms with his issues. Even though he wanted and needed this in the worst way it was still the first time he’s been completely naked in front of me, and I could feel him start to react protectively, but I leaned my weight into him forcing the smaller boy on to the bed. My tongue and lips started working their magic on his bare pubic mound and his hips immediately bucked off the mattress with this new sensation as his body seemed to recall the last time I had done something similar. At the moment it was so intense that he appeared to have completely forgotten he was naked.
I lifted off of him long enough to reach down and remove his sweatpants and underwear from his ankles. He shuddered as my lips resumed their gentle probing around the edges of his stiff shaft and sagging balls. His young boyish mixture of sweet candy and musky earth sex scent was potent and almost too overpowering this close to the source of his sexuality. Anatoli squirmed in my arms once more forcing me to focus on his needs as I gently pushed apart his legs and started to suckle along the side of his testicles and loose fleshy purse of skin as my hands stroked his satiny smooth porcelain mound.
I looked up into his deep cobalt blue eyes as they hazed over from the ecstasy he was feeling at my gentle probing contact around his most intimate of areas. I knew this was all a new sensation to him and I was eager to show him more. I was arousing something that has lain patiently inert for all his young years, and it was starting to stir like a dormant volcano rousing to life. I knew once it awoke, there was no going back.
I wrapped my fist around his two and a half inch rigid tube and started rubbing it in a slow methodical jerking off fashion. As soon as my fingers wrapped around his rigid spigot he immediately bucked in the air and twitched like a mad bull trying to get rid of his rider. I could feel his shaft shudder and jolt in my fist. This was the first time Anatoli had ever consciously felt someone else’s hand in an intimate kind of way on his stiff yet fleshy boy twig. Of course I’ve felt him up on plenty of occasions running my fingers sensually over his hose, but this was insanely different and on a more intimate kind of level. It was a sexually sensuous arousing intensity he had never before experienced.
“Oh fuck, stop, I’m gonna pee,” he shouted as he tried to squirm away.
I held on to him, but stopped jerking him. I knew I had almost brought him over the edge. This was his first time and I didn’t want him to crest too soon. Instead, I climbed up next to him and started passionately kissing him on the lips with him reciprocating eagerly as he desperately gasped for air at the same time. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest as I started working my way back down his body with my hands caressing his russet colored perky nipples while my mouth licked at his stomach.
He had calmed down, but was still rasping for air. He was absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair and kept looking down watching me intently as I explored his body with my lips.
“Fuck,” he gasped and shuddered with his legs, feet, and toes stiffening up momentarily when the damp proboscis from between my lips flicked out and touched the tip of his pinkish fleshy colored glans. His nub instinctively jolted away before slapping back into place against my tongue leaving behind a distinctive taste as my drooling wet probe slithered back into my mouth.
He was so damn adorable and I wanted to please him in a way he would never forget so I started by placing my chin between his crotch getting very close to him. I held on to the base of his boy sprig and using the underside of my tongue began to erotically stimulate him. I could tell the soft silky texture from the base of my tongue felt especially sublime on his frenulum, a super sensitive spot located below the head of his penis in the center underside of the coronal ridge, because he immediately moaned and squirmed at my touch. Using the bottom of my tongue on this sweet spot I quickly swiped it from side to side like a windshield wiper.
His whole body twitched and he gasped out loud as he grunted his pleasure at the stimulation. I could tell I was bringing him to the edge again and slowed down so he could come down from his intense sudden high.
I could feel my own four inch plus pipeline dribbling its clear oily like pre-cum from the slit at the tip of my glans, so I reached down with my right hand and lubricated my fingers as I brought them up to his little brownish-red cherry bud. His legs were bent at the knees and angled outwards giving me clear access to his nether region as my fingers slowly and methodically massaged the sensitive area around the outer rim. The initial touch on his shuttered resulted in his sphincter muscles clinching down tightly.
My mouth moved to the side of his shaft and with my lips I started to nibble on it like corn on the cob. I took the skin lightly between my lips and tugged gently. My little nips galvanized his nerve endings sending more shivers along his skin. I immediately felt him loosen up around his anal rim and I continued to stimulate him there as my mouth worked on his shaft. I could feel him starting to climb again as he squirmed and cooed at me. I kept reaching between my own legs so I could keep his shuttered iris lubricated.
He was getting to the edge again so I stopped nibbling on my corn and began slurping along the side of his shaft with my mouth until it reached his soft fleshy boy tonsils. My tongue flicked out wetly and starting at the top left hand corner, traced a path down along the side to the bottom. Once I hit the bottom I slurped up his left grape sized giggle berry into my mouth sending him into orbit as he cheeped like a bird and squirmed squeaking in that cute way he’s got about him and the one I’ve fallen in love with.
By this time my fingers had massaged and lubricated his little cherry. When his body collapsed back onto the mattress I made my move and inserted my finger down to the first digit. I don’t think he realized my finger had entered him because I released his testicle from my mouth at the same time which seemed to relax him more.
My tongue continued its journey on his soft fleshy fruit basket as it swooped up the middle seam on his skin bag and then backtracked downwards along the same seam reaching the bottom. Anatoli sighed deeply at the sensation and I could feel the heat between his legs rise. I looked up into his eyes and noticed sheer elation on his countenance with him having forgotten all about being completely naked and exposed.
With our eyes locked onto each other I slurped up his right grape sized cream ball into my mouth as he once again bucked and heaved clamping his sphincter muscles around my finger. I released his testicle from my mouth and he crumpled to the mattress as my tongue continued their journey up the right side of his soft satiny purse and I inserted my finger all the way to the end. This time he felt my invading finger and he whimpered from the emotions he felt because of the pressure, subtle pain, and stirring pleasure the intrusion created.
Moving swiftly my lips engulfed his shaft all the way down to his pubic mound not allowing him the time to think about the fingering incursion into his virginal tomb. It had been done so fast it caught the sexed up eleven year old boy unprepared with him sighing in pleasure while my own senses reeled at the flavorful explosions along my tongue.
This was the first time I truly had the core essence of his sex taste from his pleasure tool inside my mouth, and it was almost too much for me as I felt my chestnut sized testicles contract slightly inside the sweaty protective membrane surrounding them. It caught me by surprise in what I could only describe as a mini orgasm. I could feel my erection fattening up slightly as a small ejection of cum spat out from the tip of my penis before I managed to regain a bit of control tamping down the abrupt impending tide. This fair exotic foreign boy never ceased to amaze me with how he managed to send me to new highs in ways I’ve never experienced before. The idea of me being propelled into a state of rapture because my palate exploded erotically inside my mouth from Anatoli’s sensuously exotic sex essence was beyond comprehension as I tried to pull back from my own abrupt harmonious climactic rise.
Turning my focus on what I was here to accomplish I started moving up his shaft with my mouth. As I slathered upwards I turned my head a bit from side to side letting my tongue follow a corkscrew pattern while at the same time I started wiggling my finger back and forth deep inside of him. My tongue wasn’t the only piece of equipment acting like a corkscrew as my finger buried all the way to my knuckle began to twirl furiously around inside the boy’s sweaty and tightly sealed sauna. Between my mouth and my finger Anatoli began to bleat in delight from the sensations coursing through his entire body his usual little squeaks of pleasure now turning into grunts of euphoric elation. He bucked, moaned, and groaned before finally shrieking out hoarsely.
“Fuck, fuck, Robby, yes, more,” he begged as his fingers curled tightly around my hair actually tugging on them while his body convulsed around in a state of elated desire.
My mouth and tongue stopped at his frenulum for a few seconds so I could lick him more intently before moving all the way up to the top. My fingers were now working his consecrated sanctuary as they wiggled from side to side, slid in and out, and then moved in a circular motion all around deep inside of him. He screamed, yelled, and writhed for mercy at the sheer joy he was experiencing. My tongue flickered and pressed up against the slit of his penis sending more waves of joy coursing through his petite frame.
I reversed course going back down his shaft and continued the corkscrew kind of pattern all the way down. I could feel he was getting really close so I started sucking his conduit for all I was worth bobbing my head up and down furiously. At the same time his hips kept in time moving in tandem of my nodding head shoving his penis deeper into my mouth with each upward thrust of his groin and downward dip of my head. His hand on the back of my head shoved me downwards when he thrust his hips upwards and relaxed their grip when I bobbed my head in the opposite direction.
We had become wild animals as my finger kept working his small never before touched virginal refuge and we both grunted and moaned. All of a sudden he was trying to pull me off of him as he pleaded in warning.
“Fuck Robby I gotta pee, stop,” he cooed trying to squirm away.
I ignored him letting my mouth continue to work on his shaft while my finger changed tactics. I once more shoved it forcefully deep inside of him trying to find his prostrate gland, the chestnut sized pleasure center about three inches up the front wall of his anal canal towards his belly button. I knew he was about to climax just as I found the spongy bulge of his love toggle and wiggled my finger in a “come here” type of gesture.
He went ballistic as an intense first ever little boy orgasm wracked his tiny frame sending his mind and body into the furthest boundaries of our universe. I knew stimulating his prostrate at the same time he climaxed would create an orgasm a million times more intense. I could feel his rigid shaft expand and twitch in my mouth while also getting the sense it was vibrating and humming to me. His glans swelled and quivered trying to dispel sweet nectar his immature testicles just couldn’t produce yet. I felt both of his small nuggets contract and completely disappear inside of him as he continued to buck, jig, moan, and groan in pleasurable rapture as wave after wave of his euphoric orgasmic explosions tore through his insides allowing no respite from the passion of the moment.
“Ffffuuuck, fu-fu, ah shiii, fu, umph, umph, aaaaaahhhhhh, umph,” he moaned, groaned, and croaked with each spastic convulsion which continued to roll on for much longer than I expected from someone’s first time.
After several long moments he started to come down from his high until I once again stimulated his little love nut inside of his sweaty sauna sending him through another course of spasms. He cried out in anguish because our sexing had been more intense than he had ever expected. This was something he had never before experienced or imagined possible. He was gasping for air when I finally let him come down from his euphoric state. His body shivered and convulsed when I removed my finger from his no longer untouched sanctuary, and my mouth released his now soft and no longer virginal obelisk.
He was whimpering and crying as he sucked in air. His eyes had rolled backwards in his head and he continued to have little spurts of seizures as his rapture slowly dissipated. We were both slick with sweat and breathing hard as I climbed on top of him with my arms hooking the back of his knees forcing them up towards his chest. I shoved my penis between his sweaty butt crease bumping up against his recently vacated loosened up plowed grounds as I readied the boy so I could sow his groomed fields. I needed him badly and I was getting ready to outright fuck him when I looked down at his sweat plastered yet sweet chaste face. Despite his first true sexual encounter I could tell he was still an innocent, and in essence untainted contrary to my earlier belief his precious virtuousness would be lost forever if he did something like this.
“Fuck, what the hell, what am I doing,” I finally managed to grunt coming to my senses.
I had been so close to fucking him and ruining everything. This heinous lustful act on my part would most definitely had destroyed the younger boy’s precious innocence, shattering it to a million pieces and destroying the sweetness and essence of who I knew to be Anatoli. I couldn’t do that to him no matter how horny and out of it I was at the moment. It was bad enough we had just done the ‘nasty,’ but right now he wasn’t even all here at the moment. His first ever orgasm had been so intense it drained both his mind and body with the boy’s thinking process not yet having a chance to come back to reality.
I climbed off of Anatoli totally frustrated and out of my mind. He was still lying on his back breathing heavily and in a complete daze. I couldn’t control my sexual urges and tension and needed relief fast as I desperately searched for answers. I looked around and saw my cushioned little step stool that I step on to get about six inches of height in order to reach some of the things on my higher shelves in the room.
I grabbed it and put it next to the bed. I then manhandled Anatoli shifting him around so his head leaned off over the edge. He didn’t even resist as I knelt on the cushion stool and guided my leaking four inch plus stiff pipe into his mouth. I gasped as he instinctively wrapped his moist lips around my drooling spigot and started to slurp up the leaking substance which began to pool inside his mouth.
I wasted no time as I felt him apply suction to my shaft with rocking my hips back and forth in a smooth gliding motion. I felt my length and sleekness sliding deep inside Anatoli’s mouth and gullet. I thought he might gag as I thrust forward until his nose was buried in my sparse patch of tight curly pubes. I looked down and couldn’t believe what I saw. It was so sexy hot seeing Anatoli’s sweet little plump lips wrapped completely around my entire hose.
His eyes were open now and sparkled brightly as they looked at what he was doing. I knew he had to be totally conscious now and I feared he might gag and push me off of him as I continued to thrust my hips back and forth. He shocked me though when he reached around my body grabbing onto my ass and started shoving my rigid love tube deeper into his mouth as he continued to slurp up my pre-cum.
“Fuck Anatoli, your lips are so sexy hot,” I croaked with it coming out in a little squeaking noise like I usually hear coming from him as he feverishly ate up my shaft. “I’ll let you know when I cum so you can pull off. My orgasms are pretty intense and I shoot a lot of stuff,” I grunted in pleasure not sure if he understood what I meant as he started flicking his tongue around inside his mouth.
“Oh, fuck me,” I grunted at the sensation of his tongue along with the visual stimulation of seeing his mouth completely engulf my shaft. It was too much and I knew this was it.
“I’m going to cum, get off,” I yelled at him as I tried to pull off.
Instead of letting me go Anatoli grabbed on to me tighter and pulled me further into his mouth as my orgasm came crashing in on me. That was the last thing I remembered of him as only my intense explosion remained intact in my memory. Wave after wave of euphoria took hold of my body as it rattled around blindly. I had never in my entire life felt such intense pleasure. It was as if lately each new sexual encounter with someone was better than the one before. My whole body exploded with such joy and then my mind seemed to implode as reality came crashing through my haze.
My voice had become hoarse from screaming at the top of my lungs. I hadn’t heard or remembered anything I had shouted, but I could hear myself now as I kept saying over and over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you so much Anatoli, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I kept repeating it over and over even now as I came out of my foggy haze.
With one last shuddering heave and spurt of cum, I collapsed onto Anatoli, my lips only an inch away from his sagging ball sack and now flaccid two inch joy stick. I don’t know why I did it but I slurped up his flaccid tube in my mouth and suckled on it like a baby sucking on a pacifier. It felt wonderfully soft and malleable in my mouth and elicited a nice moan from my little boy love. It remained soft in my mouth, Anatoli having been spent only moments before in our passion of love sexing. The fleshy rubbery like feeling in my mouth was unique and in its own way erotic not to mention how the flavor of his warm flesh tasted along my taste buds, which was simply divine making me quiver in lustful delight despite my own spent state.
I was still breathing heavy and trying to gather my strength when I finally let his little soft fleshy penis slip from between my damp satiny lips and slowly climbed off of the beautiful love creature. I reached over and rolled Anatoli back onto the bed. He looked visibly shaken and his face looked pale as I snuggled up to him.
“Are…are you alright,” I managed to gasp between inhaling gulps of air and becoming a bit alarmed. “I think you might be coming down with something.” I added worriedly.
He shook his head. “Just a little dizzy is all.”
“Fuck Anatoli, did you swallow all of my spunk?”
“Your what?” He asked a little confused.
“You know cum, my semen, the stuff I squirted.”
“Oh, is that what it is? Did I do that too? I thought when I got the tingly feeling I would pee.”
“No, you had what is called a dry Orgasm. When you get a little older and start puberty you will start to squirt out that stuff too. I usually squirt a lot and I’m surprised you swallowed it all.”
“Didn’t have a choice it came out so fast, but it wasn’t too bad, I actually kind of liked the taste of it. I think I got most of it but some did leak out on me.” He smiled feebly as if a bit spent at the moment.
I looked at him and saw some along the side of his cheeks and leaned in licking it up. Some had also gotten into his hair. I was tired but figured we needed to get cleaned up or it would be nasty in his hair.
“Robby?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He smiled looking a bit better now making me think it was the intensity of his orgasm that had him all pale a few moments ago. “That was the best thing I had ever done in my entire life. I want to do it again. I mean not now, I’m too tired, but soon,” he nodded his head as if he was agreeing with himself and sighed cuddling in closer to me.
I turned my head away as a single teardrop made its way down my cheek. This had been a bad idea and I don’t think I had done right by my ‘Other Brother,’ the boy I so adored and love. He was too young to understand the consequences. The moment between the two of us had been wonderful and I didn’t really regret it per se, but still it didn’t really feel right either. How do I tell him it should never have happened and we can’t do that again? I decided to wait until tomorrow to talk to him about it since we were both too tired at the moment.
I crawled over him and climbed out of bed. I could feel his eyes watching my naked body hungrily as I walked over to my desk and opened up the drawer pulling out my camera. I smiled as I pointed it towards Anatoli. He looked at me questioningly and then grinned nodding his head it was alright. He had never before been completely naked in front of me, but at the moment I could tell he was feeling the euphoric aftereffects of warmth and tenderness from his experience so he didn’t mind being so openly exposed.
I snapped off several pictures of the sexy nubile boy and sat down next to him on the bed as we looked at the pictures together. I could see him smiling sheepishly at some of his poses, but he seemed to be pleased. I sure as hell was with how he looked.
“Damn, Anatoli, I just love how sexy you look. You’re the most beautiful boy on the planet. I don’t know why you are so shy in front of people. If I looked this hot I’d move to a nudist colony,” I told him seriously.
He reached out and stroked my back, “You are beautiful to me Robby. I think you are the sexiest boy alive. Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered seriously.
“C’mon,” I said tugging on his arm. “Let’s grab a shower together and get cleaned up. I’m really tired and need to get some sleep, and despite how much I love having your sweet sex perfume all over my body, I don’t want to go to sleep until I’ve washed away all the stickiness. I’m sure you are all sticky too in some places from my boy juice that you allowed to escape,” I teased him ruffling his curls, which was still a bit tacky from my spunk goop. “Besides, my cum isn’t like hair gel and not so good for your cute little curls.” I chuckled seeing him roll his eyes at me.
I pulled him out of bed and his knees buckled as he stood up. He grabbed on to me for support and I looked at him once more a bit concerned. He assured me it was nothing, saying he was just tired from all of the excitement with his father and his first mind blowing orgasm. He actually said “mind blowing.” How cute I thought to myself.
We climbed into the shower and started cleaning ourselves up. I soaped up his hair and rinsed it out. Oh, how I loved running my fingers through his lovely curly blonde locks even when they were wet. I soaped up my hands and started to slowly soap up his naked torso. This was the first time I saw Anatoli completely naked in front of me without any clothing on at all. Yes, I’ve seen him naked before, even though he didn’t know it, but he still had some sort of clothing on at the time. I only saw him naked because I cheated and peeked through openings in his shorts or pulled them aside while he was asleep. This was totally different now in the shower and I stood in awe as I watched my hand slide across his slick skin. In many ways this was just as erotic as our recent sexing in my bed.
Anatoli stood there in front of me allowing my hands and eyes to explore his nakedness no longer afraid and appearing to have conquered his little phobia that horrible drunk and his sons had instilled in him. He shivered as my hands traced downwards to his pale slate and then cupped his soft sagging boy baubles in my hand. I felt his satiny shaft twitch in my hands when I soaped him up there, but it remained supple as my hands continued their journey down his legs.
I turned him around and soaped up his back working my way down to his adorably cute little pale rounded globes. Anatoli bent over slightly leaning his arm against the tiled wall giving me access to his butt crack. I slipped my hand inside pealing apart his malleable cheeks so I could see if I had done any damage to his cherry hole. He shivered as my fingers touched his puckered pinkish-brown rim, but it looked alright without any tearing or bleeding. I sighed with relief because it had been a little invasive on my part.
I rinsed him off and started to clean my own body. While I was soaping up my hair I felt Anatoli’s hand reach out and play with my soft jig and tackle. Until today he had never touched me there in a sexual kind of way before, at least not in his mind, even though it had always felt this way to me when he handled my equipment curiously. I enjoyed having him touch me like this as he explored my body. I didn’t even bone up as he tenderly stroked my soft three inch shaft and cupped my soft boy jingles in his fingers taking note of the heft and feel of them in his hand as my flesh purse spilled over the sides of his palm.
I could see the fascination in his eyes as he continued to play with me down there. As intimate as we both were being towards each other I was surprised neither one of us had boned up again. The touching was sexual, but not in a frenzied way, rather in a more intimate and exploratory way.
I finished cleaning off the funk from my body and stepped in closer to Anatoli wrapping him in my arms. He felt absolutely fabulous within the folds of my embrace as our two slick wet bodies rubbed against each other under the refreshing warmth of the water. We stood there for what felt like hours before finally climbing out of the tub with Anatoli standing still allowing me to towel him dry as if he were a little three year old boy. It felt natural and I enjoyed the feeling it gave me as I tenderly wrapped the towel around his torso after drying him off.
It was two tired and exhausted boys who finally crawled into bed and snuggled up closely together under the covers. I breathed in Anatoli’s scent as my hands rubbed his chest and stomach. I continued my downward journey between his legs and gently rubbed his soft petite Cannoli in my hands and playfully toyed with his two truffles. I felt his tubular sweet treat twitch a little but it remained soft. My intentions weren’t to arouse him sexually again, but rather I just wanted to feel and touch him down there in an open and unreserved fashion. He seemed to sense this so eased apart his legs giving me more access to his most intimate of places like we’ve done so many times before over the months, yet this time seeming somehow different in a more intimate kind of way.
“Mmmm, I love feeling your hands all over me,” Anatoli whispered as he shifted.
I chuckled a little, “Yeah, I love it too,” I admitted hearing him giggle at my admission.
“Robby?”
“Yes, my love,” I whispered as I had done earlier.
He giggled and looked up. “I love it when you say that to me.”
“Was that your question?” I teased.
“No just wanted you to know how I felt about your comment,” he said as he hugged my arm. “I was wondering…well you know…about all what happened. I’m a little confused by everything. My body, my entire being felt so wonderful…you felt so wonderful. What happened?”
I had to digest his comment for a moment as I looked down into his soft deep blue eyes. He was smiling at me expectantly. I had forgotten for a moment he was still pretty young and trusted me. I knew he had some knowledge of sex, but I didn’t know how much or how little. I sighed regretting how things had happened just now between the two of us. I loved Anatoli with all my heart and didn’t want to hurt him in any way. The experience had been everything and more of what I knew it would be like with him, but I felt in a way I had robbed some of his innocence. From here on out he was a sexual being in every fashion of the word, and he was now exposed to all the good, the bad, and the confusions which accompanied being a sexual individual.
He was still looking at me expectantly as I sighed again. His eyes melted my heart and left me feeling exposed and vulnerable to the exotic nature of his foreignness. I smiled back at him and nodded my head to myself. I would sort of start at the beginning of things and progress from there holding nothing back. He deserved at least this much from me. So with him snuggled comfortably in my arms I started talking about sex, pausing every once in a while to answer some of his questions. I let the conversation flow freely, in many ways like I had done with Gabe this past summer, and allowed it to go in whatever direction it led me.
We had talked for what seemed like a long time cuddled up together in bed when at one point I looked down and noticed Anatoli had finally nodded off to sleep. We had covered a lot in our discussion and I knew many of his questions had been answered. He had seemed extremely interested about the whole ejaculation process and admitted he really enjoyed how I had tasted. It had shocked me how he had even swallowed my spunk to begin with when at the time I knew he didn’t even realize what he was swallowing. When I told him what it had been his only worry was if someone should be swallowing the stuff and if it would make him sick later. I assured him people indeed do swallow it so he shouldn’t be worried about it harming him since even though it seemed like a lot, in reality it amounted to nothing more than about a teaspoon at the most. He felt a lot better about it and listened attentively to all the other sex topics I brought up.
I watched him intently for a little while as he slept and lifted up the covers smiling to myself as I looked down on his completely naked body next to me. I wanted a closer look at him so I scooted myself down and unabashedly looked at his flaccid penis and little soft pocket the outline of his testicles clearly visible beneath the warm membrane. His shaft lay nestled sideways across his thigh and I could make out the little pin sized freckle at the base of his tube. I reached out and touched it to see if it was a mole. It felt smooth along the skin like a freckle, not at all like a mole. I stretched his skin a little and it looked like the freckles some kids have on their faces only smaller. I could see the faint blue veins along his shaft as I released his jig allowing it to settle back down across his thigh.
I next focused on his little soft skin purse. It no longer hung low, but had tightened snuggling up against his body. It wasn’t a taut modest purse like many younger boys have, but rather still managed to sag slightly between his legs. They didn’t really hang down low as if heavy boulders lay inside his kit, but rather just dangled enough to be able to swing freely if he jiggled or walked around. I loved how delicate they looked; all warm and snug between his legs with the same kind of little light blue veins as his shaft while his testicles looked appetizingly inviting. I loved how his two truffles had felt in my mouth when I swirled them around with the memory of the moment making me shudder excitedly realizing just how tantalizing and arousing this young kid was to me. Every inch of him, inside and out, was intoxicating. I sighed and crawled back up to lay next to him. I snuggled up closer to his body wrapping myself around his sleeping form, closed my eyes, and faded off to sleep completely at ease and happy.
Sometime during the middle of the night I woke up to find Anatoli had shifted away from me. I could see his body shivering and he had his eyes open. I scooted over to him and reached out noticing his body felt cold to my touch making me gasp with concern.
“Shit, you’re freezing Anatoli. Scoot closer so I can get you warmed up.” I instructed as he looked at me appreciatively and snuggled up to my oven like body.
I started rubbing his arms and torso trying to get his blood circulating so it would warm him up. For some reason I reached down between his legs and noticed how his pecker felt cold and puny in my hands. His pouch had balled up tightly against him no longer hanging down loosely and his nuggets had disappeared inside his body cavity.
“Shit why are you so cold, are you sick?” I asked truly scared because that awful flu had been going around sending a lot of the elderly and young kids into the hospital with high fevers, respiratory problems, and a ton of other issues. One kid even died just the other day in the hospital from complications of his symptoms.
“N…no…I’ll be fine, just hold me for a while. I’m just tired and worn out…you know from earlier. My first time and all, I’ll be fine.” He said as his shivering started to fade and I could feel him warming back up.
Still, it didn’t seem to make sense to me because I’ve never known anyone to get symptoms like this from having sex. Sure there for a bit you might feel a bit worn out and out of sorts, but guys tended to actually feel more rejuvenated after a sexual encounter, not exhausted, shivering, and turning icy cold.
I held on to him and we both finally fell back to sleep. I woke up a little while later and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully in my arms no longer shivering from being cold. I reached down between his legs and his flaccid tool felt warm to my touch again and his balls seemed to have dropped back down. I sighed in relief and fell back asleep intent on making sure he remained snuggled against my warm body. It was winter and my room did cool down at night a bit so maybe he had simply rolled away earlier and had gotten cold with the covers having come off of him or something.
Anatoli woke up the following morning, rolled on his back, and stretched. He was alone in bed but could smell breakfast cooking and knew Robby was out in the kitchen. Reaching down between his legs he pinched his flaccid penis which surprised him because it wasn’t hard like it usually was first thing in the morning and he also didn’t have the urgent need to go pee. He was also feeling rested and much better this morning. Last night had been the best experience of his life, but had left him feeling drained. The last several days he was finding himself feeling tired and worn out. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with that nasty flu that’s been going around.
He opened his eyes to the bright new day and smiled as his eyes settled on the oil painting of himself on the opposite wall. It was the one his grandfather had painted of him from the photograph Robby had taken this past summer. Anatoli had sent it to his grandfather to create an oil painting so he could give it to the older boy for his fifteenth birthday. When he had giving the painting to the older boy on his birthday he had also shown Robby all the other paintings his grandfather had done of him every year since he was born. In a way it had also been his first step in allowing someone to actually see him without any clothes on. Of course it had only been paintings, but still it had taken a lot of courage and trust to show the older boy. He trusted Robby and loved him wholeheartedly knowing the boy wouldn’t intentionally hurt him. With Robby’s help they had finally figured out where all his shyness had stemmed from.
His grandfather was a naturist, going to many places to sunbathe in the nude. He was also a well known artist in Eastern Europe. He painted mainly pre-pubescent children, both girls and boys at play, and both in the nude or totally clothed. Sometimes he painted adults too, but usually only images of parents playing with their children. For the most part he only painted pre-pubescent children and usually when they were in the nude.
When Anatoli was really little he went with his grandfather to these places and played happily with other children while naked at these resorts, but around eight or nine he didn’t feel comfortable being naked around other people anymore because of an incident that happened which had embarrassed him from then on with being undressed in front of others. From that point on his grandfather would take him once a year to a private resort area where he could still go nude and play in the water, but without any other people around. Usually it was close by to an actual public nude area where his grandfather could go and create his masterpieces which were in very much high demand in their region.
The last summer, one year just before moving to America, was his last trip with his grandfather. He had been real stubborn on this last trip because he had just been told maybe the following summer they would be moving to America so was mad about the move and no longer felt like swimming or walking around naked. On the last week of his stay at the lake he finally caved in and began to enjoy himself, with his grandfather snapping some pictures and creating some oil paintings of him. When his grandfather finished the paintings Anatoli had been glad he had finally relented because it seemed as if that year some things had changed for him and he somehow looked a little different. He still had that boyishness about him, but there were understated changes to his body which he thought made him look kind of sexy like some of the other older boys.
Then the following summer he had to move to America and felt sad because he wouldn’t be able to experience the freedom he had when he ran around naked on the lake. He was also sad because he wouldn’t have any oil paintings for the first time in his life. Then he recalled the pictures Robby had snapped of him in the red Speedos and was using so he could practice on his sketching. He had emailed them to his grandfather explaining why he wanted an oil painting.
Anatoli’s mother had told his grandfather all about Robby and what the Stanton family had done for them, so his grandfather thought it would be a perfect gift but asked why not do a nude one. Of course Anatoli and his mother had explained how things are very different here so it was best not to have a nude one done. His grandfather thought this was silly of people in America because children in their natural state having pure, innocent, and uninhibited fun were the most beautiful creatures in the world.
Then his grandfather got another brilliant idea and told Anatoli since they couldn’t be together so he could paint him, Anatoli should take some naked ones of himself and send them to him. He noted how beautiful it was around there so was sure the boy would be able to capture some nice scenes for him to paint. At first Anatoli was a bit shy about it, but his mother reminded him of the new camera she had bought him with a timer so he should be able to do this for his grandfather. The more the boy thought about it the more the idea appealed to him. So about a week later he had sent more pictures to his grandfather, and to his surprise when the oil painting for Robby arrived so too did several other ones at the same time. It had thrilled him to no end because they were all so beautiful depicting the same sense of youthful naked sexiness as the previous year. In the paintings Anatoli found a sense of pride in how his body looked.
To Anatoli’s surprise though the one he liked the best was the one of him in the red Speedo. It was as if Robby’s picture had captured who he really was at this point in time of his life. In the oil painting Anatoli was wearing his red Speedo leaning against a tree looking off in the distance of Robby’s range land with forested covered hills and his right leg curled up beneath his left leg. His left knee was bent up which made for an open style of sitting position and cunningly exposed his crotch area. A towel was draped over the back of his shoulders fluttering lazily in the warm 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 had been the only painting his grandfather had ever done of him wearing any kind of clothing even though he’s done some of other kids fully clad. His grandfather had managed to capture each infinitesimal facet of the boy and surroundings since the photograph had been a very crisp and sharp one with fantastic resolution so the man could zoom in for the finer details.
What was amazing though about this painting is even though Anatoli was wearing a Speedo the details still showed him as a sexy young boy soon entering puberty. You could see the obvious outline of his little pre-pubescent boy penis and boy sack which left very little to the imagination of what he was packing beneath the skimpy material. At times it almost looked like he was sporting an erection while at other times it appeared like it was snuggled safely beneath the fabric. Along the seam of his right leg you could see the obvious naked outline of his little truffle and flesh purse as it spilled out the side of the stretchy Lycra fabric. The painting depicted only about one third of his exposed right nugget so you could see it with the naked eye. If you weren’t looking closely at the painting you wouldn’t even know a part of his right testicle had flopped out of the fabric.
By scrutinizing it closely you could just make out the portion of his testicle with the skin pulled up tightly around it as if the thing was straining to be free from its restricting confines. Even though this was the only visible part of his sex organ in the entire image in a way he looked sexier in this painting than any of the others his grandfather had ever done of him completely naked.
There was a combination of happiness and sadness for Anatoli about this painting as he recalled his last summer with the elderly man he so dearly adored. He had been stubborn for most of his last trip, but eventually towards the end of it the boy had finally relaxed a little and started to enjoy the freedom of being out in the open naked and his grandfather had managed to paint a few more images of him in the nude. He didn’t feel as self conscious around his grandfather who had seen him naked since the first day he was born. He felt more conscious these last couple of years around his mother though, but never his grandfather.
Anatoli was grateful now to his grandfather for all the paintings he had done of the younger boy throughout the years as he gazed upon the one on Robby’s wall. He had written his grandfather about the older boy, and told him he had allowed Robby to select one painting from each year in addition to the one of him in the red Speedo. He knew Robby had been so awed by the gesture because the older boy understood the trust involved on the younger boy’s part in regard to his naked body. It confirmed to Anatoli just how special the older boy really was to him, and how it had been the right thing to do with allowing the boy to own such intimate and private paintings of him.
Anatoli had offered his ‘Other Brother’ the opportunity to exchange the one in the red Speedo with a nude one of him from the most recent year, but Robby had immediately announced he was keeping the original one. It had pleased Anatoli because he thought the red Speedo one was the best too. He knew the older boy would really have loved one of the other most recent ones as well, but had decided on keeping this one because first, he loved it the best and secondly he would be able to hang it in his room and admire it without feeling any backlash the other paintings of him in the nude may create.
Then, as a special additional birthday gift Anatoli did give him another one of the painting of him completely naked so the older boy could have one of him completely naked from each year which had flabbergasted the older boy at such an extensive gift. At Anatoli’s and his mother’s urgings the older boy had dutifully selected one from each year. In all Robby had selected a total of 13 paintings; one for each year, plus one as a baby, and finally the original red Speedo one.
Back in Robby’s room Anatoli admired the older boy’s choice of the original large canvas painting which now hung on his wall surrounded by other paintings from various artists. The teen seemed to have an eye for art as he thought back on all the paintings the older boy had selected from him. There had been several from each year to select from, but the older boy had looked critically at all of them his choices matching together perfectly with one another.
Anatoli scanned the rest of Robby’s wall looking at some of the other oil paintings the boy had purchased as a result of the painting with Anatoli in his Speedo. He had offset the painting with others of children during spring and summer. There were various different sizes arranged neatly on the wall of his room. His eyes were drawn to a couple of girls carrying baskets full of flowers out in a field. Another image depicted two boys fishing off a dock with wooden fishing poles dressed in overalls and no shirts. The image showed the boys from the back and little off to the side angle. One of the boy’s over sized overalls had a missing strap and hung down low exposing his left white butt cheek and part of his crack. It wasn’t sexual at all, but endearing nevertheless.
The type of paintings and the way they were arranged muted the sexual context of Anatoli, yet at the same time seemed to show him off even more. As your eyes drew in towards his image on the wall they took in a boy who was still innocent, but soon to be awakening to his budding sexuality. Anatoli had to admire how the older boy had arranged all the framed oil paintings of various sizes. He had the painting of Anatoli placed in an older style of wooden scrolled framework and the other paintings matched perfectly in the same styling. Anatoli’s painting stood out not only because how it was arranged but also for its size. The oil painting itself was about forty four inches by fifty seven inches and when framed added another couple of inches on each of the four sides.
Ever since Robby had received Anatoli’s gift, the older boy had become even more immersed in art. He had never before drawn or painted, only doodling and sketching a bit, but started taking art classes from someone in town and also classes in school. He was really excelling and seemed to have some natural raw talent. Robby had shown Anatoli some of his sketches and the younger boy was really impressed with how good they were. The older boy had even thought about taking up sculpturing and seemed to have a critical eye for detail necessary to an artist.
Robby walked into his room carrying a tray loaded with breakfast. He saw the younger boy sitting back against the pillows looking at the wall opposite the foot end of the bed and seemed to be enjoying how he had laid out the oil paintings on his bedroom wall. He called it his wall of art. All the other walls contained the typical kinds of things all teenagers seemed to have hanging in their rooms. There were some sports posters along with the near nude images of women in bathing suits. He had been meaning to take some of these things off the walls having a new found taste in real artwork and was really considering hanging one or two naked ones of Anatoli up as well.
When Anatoli had shown him the artwork from his grandfather he had fallen in love immediately with the idea of having real works of art hanging on his walls. He loved all of the work the older gentleman had done of the younger boy, but had truly fallen head over heals of the painting with Anatoli wearing his red Speedo. It just seemed to speak to him of the innocence with the hint of upcoming teen sexuality. The painting really captured who Anatoli was in real life at this point in time. The emotions it stirred were intense without being overtly conspicuous. It built inside of you slowly as you continued to view it on the wall.
As I paused and smiled at the younger boy while he was distracted I recalled the moment when I had first hung up the painting of Anatoli on my wall. My father’s initial response was that of being a little shocked. Standing alone it was intensely sexual, but in a subtle manner. It was after all a typical image of a European boy in a skimpy swimming suit. Here in America we aren’t used to seeing boys in Speedos, but it is common over in many of the European countries. It was an innocent image, but with undertones of budding sexuality. His Speedo covered his privates, but the detailed outline of his penis and dangly bits did little to hide what lay beneath the fabric. Even the slightly exposed testicle sneaking out the side of his scant bathing suit set the tonality of the piece. His naked boyish torso showed hints of the beginnings of more teenage musculature. In all it showed a pre-teen boy in a transitional state to the next chapter of his life.
My father had kept looking at the image and I could tell he started liking what he saw once he got over the initial shock. The details and expertise of the piece started to shine. The artist showed a real grasp of capturing the essence of his subject. The piece evoked emotion towards the viewer of a more childlike time in their own lives, when events during these times were still innocent; yet, just visible over the horizon was the awareness of change approaching them very quickly and almost too soon.
I didn’t show my father the other art pieces because I didn’t know how he would react and also I got the distinct feeling this was something personal for Anatoli. I knew how he felt about being naked in front of other people, and to give me paintings of himself throughout his life where he was completely exposed in more ways than just being naked must have taken a great deal of courage on his part. His mother knew of course, and had approved him giving me such an intimate gift. He had also received permission from his Grandfather after he explained how close the two of us were. His grandfather had been extremely happy for his young grandson and the fact he had found his ‘Other Brother,’ something which was truly a rare and amazing thing. Knowing this if I decided to hang one or two of Anatoli’s nude pieces I’d surely have to talk to him first making sure it would be alright. Then I’d have to show my father the other paintings as well. In the end I was sure my dad wouldn’t mind too much, but I simply wasn’t ready yet to take this next step.
Anatoli had provided me with all the appropriate paperwork of the art pieces so I would have them as provenance. I was shocked at the value of the artwork, but his grandfather was extremely talented and a recognized artist. There was a demand for his work among some of the elite, which allowed him to live a comfortable life. Many artists are commonly referred to as starving artists for a good reason. They may be good, but there is only so much work people are willing to buy and often they live from painting to painting.
I approached Anatoli with the tray of food in my hands and he looked over at me with a gleam in his eye and a bright smile. He looked better this morning, not so pale like yesterday. He threw aside his covers and sat up crossing his legs. I was surprised he didn’t keep himself covered up. As shy as he was I had expected him to revert back to his old self this morning. I smiled appreciatively at his nakedness and couldn’t keep myself from openly gawking at his beautiful body. In turn he too was looking at my nakedness enjoying what he was seeing.
“You look better today. It scared me last night when you got so cold.”
“Yeah, I feel a lot better today,” he smiled back interested in what I had made to eat.
I sat down across from him and we ate our meal in silence. Every once in a while I would look up into his eyes and he would visibly blush as he absentmindedly tugged on the little breakfast sausage located between his legs. We finished eating and I set aside the tray of food as he leaned back against the pillows with his hands behind his head and stretched out. I watched his beautiful body uncurl and stretch out noticing how cute he looked as his little grape sized balls settled between his legs. He was looking at my wall of art enjoying how I had arranged the pieces.
I followed his gaze to take a look as well. The bed shifted around a little and then I felt Anatoli’s warm body pressing up against my back as his face settled next to my cheek. I could feel his naked chest pressing up against me with his little soft hose snuggling against the small of my back. He was kneeling and his knees were resting on either side of my butt and thighs. He wrapped one arm around my neck letting it hang in front with his other arm wrapped beneath my arm and across my chest grasping on to the wrist of his dangling arm.
“I love what you did with all of the paintings,” he whispered in my ear having seen the paintings on the walls many times already, yet still enthralled by them.
I smiled and hugged his arms to me. “Well I was inspired by one fantastic piece. It sets the tone for all the rest.”
“Yes, my grandfather is a very talented artist,” Anatoli replied appreciatively.
“That’s true,” I replied. “But I think the model is what makes this piece work. He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I whispered to him in all honesty.
His face felt so smooth next to mine and the heat of his warm body felt soothing. I sighed contentedly as he leaned his body into mine. I could smell him so close to me. It felt comforting with him so near to me so I could use all of my senses as I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek.
“Can we have sex again?” Anatoli asked surprising me.
I could feel his little flaccid worm start to stiffen and become rigid on my lower back. Damn he felt so hot and sexy. The boy leaned in so he could kiss me on the mouth. It was a little awkward as he had to twist his head and neck around mine to try and reach my lips. I craned my neck towards him and we both leaned in kissing. He tasted so wonderful and after a few moments I had to turn my head away so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed with the hot passion which was starting to rise deep down at my core. I didn’t want it to progress any further. Last night had been so sweet, but I just didn’t feel it was right doing this with someone so young as Anatoli. Of course I understood he was probably ready for such things, but maybe it should be one of his school aged kids or even Gabe who would be a better fit for him.
I tried to hold it back but a sob wracked my body as I stifled the threatening onslaught of tears. Anatoli became alarmed and instinctively held on to me. I managed to stifle my tears before they exploded out of my body.
“Robby, are you alright?” Anatoli asked me sincerely.
“W…we…we can’t do this Anatoli.” I whispered softly.
“What do you mean?”
“We just can’t…I mean we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“D…did I do something wrong,” I heard the younger boy gulp back his fear.
“No…no don’t even think this. It’s just you are way younger than me and if people found out what we did I could probably get in trouble.”
“But why, I don’t understand why you would get in trouble? I wanted this, I want you. I loved what we did last night, didn’t you, and I want to do it again with you. I think I love you, don’t you love me anymore?” He started to seriously get upset now.
“Of course I love you Anatoli, and yes I enjoyed last night. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful. I’ve done sex things before with both boys and girls, but last night was…it was…incredibly special. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It’s just I don’t think people would understand with me being so much older than you and I’m afraid of getting into trouble over this. I mean you haven’t even hit puberty yet and people would think I am taking advantage of you. I’m afraid of what could happen.”
“That’s so stupid. You may be a little older, but you are still a boy, just like me. How can it be so wrong?” He asked.
While we were talking he had gotten up off of the bed and had started getting dressed. I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks and I wasn’t much better off as I was wiping away my own damp and wet face. I could tell I had hurt his feelings about his age.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…I mean I am still a kid just like you, but I don’t think people will see it that way. I don’t know why adults would think it to be so wrong. Maybe they would think I’m gay, and I’m thinking maybe I am, I don’t know. I still have feelings for girls sometimes, but nothing compares to how I feel for you. Maybe older people would think it wrong for someone who might be gay to take advantage of another boy like this. I don’t have all the answers, but I am afraid of how I could get into big trouble and what people would think about you.”
Anatoli was looking for the rest of his things as he shoved them into his bag.
“That’s so stupid. I don’t care what other people think. I don’t care if you might be gay, maybe I’m gay too. Who cares? I only care about you. We are just two boys who have feelings for each other and what we did last night felt wonderful. This can’t be wrong.”
He was openly sobbing now with his small frame wracked in large tremors. I reached out to touch him, to try to sooth him, but he shrugged off my hand. He zipped up his bag and strapped it over his shoulder.
“Anatoli, please…don’t do this. Don’t leave like this.” I pleaded as my own tears streamed down my cheeks.
“I…I have to go. We need to get to the airport today and pick up my father.” He said a bit sternly as he walked out of my room. I could hear him crying as he literally ran out the door. I was stunned to silence and only when I heard the ATV start up was I able to move. I ran out the door stark naked and into the freezing weather, but it was too late. Anatoli was already out the gate and well on his way home.
I hurt so bad inside my knees buckled and I collapsed on the snow. Huge sobs escaped me as my entire body shuddered. I don’t know how long I lay there in the cold snow, but I was almost frozen to my core when I climbed to my feet and stumbled to the house. I don’t even remember stepping into the shower when I finally managed to get my thoughts straight. The warm water felt good on my body and I had warmed up enough as I climbed out and dried off.
I was completely numb for the next several days after the event. I don’t know how I managed to get through those days and don’t remember much of it either. I do remember crying in my bed every night as I tried to go to sleep after trying time and time again to get a hold of Anatoli. It was as if he had disappeared and it worried me until I remembered his father had just joined them after being separated for so long. I supposed they were simply remaining together alone as a family catching up with one another. Still my restless and sleepless nights were taking a toll on my body and many of my friends were worried about me, but couldn’t get me to open up to them. To my own surprise the only person I really felt like talking to about this was Dane. At the moment though it was impossible since he was on his snowboarding competition trip with his friends from before he was forced to move here. I was really starting to miss the thirteen year old boy; especially, now with this going on between me and Anatoli.
So in the end my friends let me be, but stayed close by my side letting me know they were there for me. My father was a bit concerned about my state of mind as well, but didn’t push me because he seemed to be introverted with his own concerns and thoughts for the last several days as well. I could see him looking at me every once in a while as if he was going to say something, but then clamped his mouth shut at the last moment. I was glad he didn’t say anything because I basically wanted to be left alone. It seemed like we were both merely there at the house going through the motions.
Slowly I climbed out of my stupor. I started to become aware of my surroundings once again. My friends were relieved to see me finally coming out of my slump and tried to cheer me up. They didn’t ask what had upset me so much, but knowing me for all these years sensed it was something major. I had gone through a lot over the years and except for those horrible moments in my life I had always been an upbeat and happy kid.
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End of Chapter Sixteen
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