The Other Brother
Chapter 22
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EXCERPT OPENING
Taking comfort in Anatoli’s words and actions now from all those months ago my mind began to settle down. When it came to the two of us I had to first embrace my heart around what we had before my mind could begin to wrap around it. His consoling words, almost flowery subtle boy scent, and the feel of his warm body pressed up against me all safe and sound in my arms now slowly lulled me to sleep. A warm glow spread throughout my insides as I finally released myself accepting in its entirety the unique loving and preciously rare relationship I had with the younger boy. It was something which would last a lifetime no matter what else occurred in-between.
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It was a deep refreshing kind of sleep I fell into because of Anatoli being cuddled up in my arms. These days I slept better when I was cuddled up with someone I cared about. There was something comforting about it whether I was holding someone in my arms or cuddled up in their loving embrace while I slept. Anymore I came to realize I needed the contact as if knowing someone was nearby meant all was well in the world.
My dreams were soft and tender flittering away from one scene to another in my unconscious state. They were sweet, filled with laughter and joy, even though deep down I knew they would flitter away once I woke up. In the morning I wouldn’t even be able to recall them, but it really didn’t matter because I knew it would leave behind a sort of fulfilled comforting glow inside of me.
Even in my sleep I could hear myself moaning softly in contentment before something began to tug at the edges of my consciousness. It was something which didn’t belong, pulling at the outskirts of my pleasant dreams. Slowly it drew me out of my sleep and my eyes fluttered open to my darkened room. It wasn’t completely dark inside; it never really was with the green power button on my laptop giving off enough light for my eyes to adjust and make things out as I looked around. The spot next to me was empty so I immediately searched for Anatoli because he never woke up once he got to sleep. Within moments my eyes settled on him standing next to my shelves.
Then I heard it, the thing which had seemed off only moments earlier. It was coming from the smaller boy who was crying softly as he reached out picking up some of the items off my shelf. Sighing, I reached over and flipped the switch lighting up the small lamp on my end table, the soft glow from its small bulb giving off a comforting glow. Tossing off the nice toasty warm covers, I scooted off my bed and with my feet padding softly on the floor made my way over to the lonely figure standing by my trophy shelves. He didn’t even flinch when I leaned down slightly to his height and pressed my chest against his back while wrapping my arms around the front of his chest.
Neither one of us said anything as I leaned my chin in the crook of his neck allowing our cheeks to rub up against one another. I could still smell the underlying hospital scent on him; the disinfected antiseptic kind of odor familiar in all medical facilities. I also detected his sweaty boy odor, but unlike older kids it still had that sort of youthful sweet delicate scent about it. Laced throughout it all was his distinctive fragrance, the one which made each boy different and unique. Closing my eyes I inhaled him deeply, savoring his very essence, the nuances of his bouquet very familiar to me in a comforting sort of way. It’s what I’ve come to know as being distinctively him.
His cheek felt warm against mine and he was sweating a little making me wonder if he was getting a fever. Then I noticed I was sweating too making me realize my dad must have turned up the heat worried it would be too cold for the younger boy.
“I’m so sorry Robby.” The sweet little guy apologized breaking the serene moment in his thick accent I always thought was so cute as his body trembled and shook slightly while he cried softly in my gentle embrace.
I wasn’t sure what to say so didn’t respond; instead, remaining steadfast in my presence letting him know I was there for support. Anatoli’s been so emotional since he’s gotten home from the hospital making it difficult to understand at times what was really bothering him. He wasn’t making any real sense so I wondered if it was his medication talking again.
“I’ve ruined everything for you…,” he choked off a sob his small petite body rattling around in my arms for a few seconds while he swallowed down his sniffles.
Craning his neck he glanced down into my eyes and must have noticed my confusion because he tried to explain once more gazing at the trophies, his warm soft cheek settling back against mine. “Everyone says you will win State this year again in your weight class. Now I’ve ruined that for you.” He sniffled reaching out and touching my State Championship award from last year.
His comment surprised me because I really hadn’t thought all too much on it. Of course I had left the wrestling team and it had disappointed the coach and my teammates. There were times I did think on it, but not once had I ever regretted my decision to do the transplant. In turn the whole idea of not being able to go to State this year never really bothered me either. For me I wrestled because I enjoyed the challenge and doing my very best. As with any decision of this magnitude there were always rumors flying around; especially, in such a small community. Some were saying I had gotten cold feet and was scared about being beaten; especially, with my last match having come close to losing since I had been distracted. I ignored it because it really didn’t matter to me what others thought.
“You’ve won a lot of trophies and awards. I wish I had something to be proud of like these. They are really beautiful.” He sighed looking at the championship award in his hand before setting it back in place on my shelf.
“Yeah, I suppose.” I finally responded our cheeks rubbing together as I nodded my head in agreement. “Can you guess which award and accomplishment I’m the most proud of?” I asked with the boy craning his neck and glancing at me for a split second before gazing at my shelves filled with all my trophies.
“Sure,” he whispered nodding his head and pointing to my state championship award.
“Nope.” I replied with him craning his neck again and frowning before focusing on my shelf again.
“Oh…I know.” He responded coming to another decision. “Your very first one then, huh?” He smiled pleased with his answer.
“Nope.” I responded again with him scrunching up his face and falling silent as he thought on it some more taking a good look at all of my trophies.
When he didn’t respond I finally sighed and squeezed him closer towards me. “It’s you Anatoli. You are my proudest accomplishment and award. I don’t care anything about all those trophies and awards on the shelves. I’d willingly trade them all in and give up wrestling forever if it would turn the clock back so you wouldn’t have had to be sick in the first place. I’d give up everything to make you whole and completely healthy. I can’t make you whole Anatoli, but I don’t regret for one moment giving you my kidney so that you aren’t sick anymore. You are my proudest moment. You standing here alive is the biggest accomplishment of my life and something I won’t ever regret doing.” I whispered softly with tears running down my cheeks as I now began to sniffle with the emotion of feeling him in my arms starting to become a bit overwhelming.
“Still, it’s not fair Robby. I’m always ruining things. I know how much you love wrestling and now you can’t ever do that again” He snuffled with me shaking my head.
“What are you talking about Anatoli? It’s only this year. Next year I’ll be able to wrestle again, but still, I wouldn’t care if I couldn’t ever wrestle again…not if it meant I could have you instead.” I told him with Anatoli shifting around in my arms forcing me to release him as he turned and faced me.
“But I thought…I mean everyone was saying a person with one kidney can’t play sports anymore.” He whispered a bit confused.
“Um…I don’t know Anatoli…I mean about what other people say.” I shrugged as I draped my arm over his shoulder and walked us back over towards the bed taking a seat.
He seemed to notice for the first time I was naked his eyes glittering lively as they scanned my body. His deep blue orbs swirled around dipping down between my legs momentarily as if taking in my sexiness for a split second before traveling upwards towards my abdomen. I could tell he was looking for my surgery scar, but it had been so small to begin with, and in my belly button to boot, so barely noticeable since it was pretty much all healed up.
“Yeah, but you aren’t thinking about still wrestling. I mean what if you get hurt?” He asked getting back on topic and kind of surprised I wouldn’t listen to others about it.
“Well, Dr. Steinitz told me I couldn’t finish the season this year, but if I wanted I could join the team by the time next year rolls around. Of course I’ve quit the team for this year.” I nodded as Anatoli studied my face intently still not understanding completely.
Pulling the younger boy into my body he wrapped his arm around my waist laying his head on my chest while I tried to explain. “I sort of thought the same thing at first, you know about not being able to play sports anymore, but then I was told this used to be what most doctors felt. I suppose there’s been more research in the last few years because when I talked to my dad about it he said studies show it is very rare to even have a kidney injury in most contact sports. I guess it’s more common to have mild brain, knee, neck, head, or spinal injuries.” I assured the younger boy who now seemed a bit relieved about it.
Glancing at my clock I noticed it was about an hour after midnight. “Hey guess what…happy twelfth birthday.” I chuckled with Anatoli glancing over at my clock and smiling while I got up and walked over towards my closet.
Reaching inside I pulled out a flat package and brought it over to the boy who was scrutinizing me closely his eyes never leaving my teen goods. I smirked and rolled my eyes feeling my testicles bounce around as they jiggled softly between my legs. My little sleek three and a half inch floppy sort of drooped lazily over my purse. It was hot in the room so I was sweating a little. Even my balls were a bit sticky and I could feel how my penis was clinging to the membrane of my satchel. I began to chub up slightly because Anatoli wasn’t shy about watching me move around naked in front of him.
The younger boy continued to stare until I paused a foot away and held out the wrapped package. “Here,” I smiled a bit nervously and also getting a bit excited about his gift hopeful he would like it. “Since it’s now officially your birthday I thought…you know.” I shrugged my shoulders seeing Anatoli reach out taking it from me and grinning appreciatively before tearing off the paper.
Setting aside the paper the curly haired boy paused for a second his eyes settling on the matted and framed sketch I had started all those months back this past summer. It was the same pose I had begun when he was sitting under the tree and similar to the painting I had gotten from Anatoli on my birthday which his grandfather had painted. Of course mine was only a black and white rendering so nowhere near as good as the painting, but it had been the one where Anatoli had encouraged me to begin working on my artistic talents.
I stood in front of him a bit nervously noticing the boy’s smile lingering for a few moments as he studied my work. “I…um…I wrote something for you on the print too. You know to remind us of the special moment.” I added a bit excitedly hoping he’d understand watching as he tilted it in his hands softly reading the inscription.
“A special day to remember always.” He whispered softly as I tried to determine by the look on his face what he was feeling or if he even remembered what was special about that moment.
When he didn’t say anything I spoke up excitedly. “Remember, it was our first real kiss…you know more than just like the quick pecks I gave you, but a real one.” I reminded him noticing the boy nodding. “Oh, and see how I signed it in the other corner?” I asked smiling at him.
Anatoli shifted the sketch and read the signature in the opposite corner. “Other Brother.” He whispered softly again while I smiled nervously watching him closely as he shifted the sketch of him sitting half naked under the tree with the wind fluttered towel draped over his shoulders and in nothing but his skimpy Speedos leaving very little to the imagination as to what he was packing between his legs.
Slowly his expression began to change becoming a bit somber. My enthusiasm sank along with his looks because I could tell it wasn’t what he expected or probably wanted for his birthday. I worked hard on the sketch, but I should have known with all the fantastic artwork his grandfather did of him this wouldn’t be as special.
“It’s not what you wanted.” I grimaced feeling bad I hadn’t thought of something special for him. “I’m sorry Anatoli…I should have…,” I began when the younger boy suddenly curled up holding the framed sketch to his chest and began to cry his heart out.
His reaction shocked me because it had come out of nowhere. He was blubbering and bawling again just like he had done earlier at his house when I came rushing over. My mind was racing because I’ve never known him to be this upset. The younger boy had always taken things in stride even if something didn’t go his way. I’ve never known him to get so disturbed about anything and he was always upbeat so his emotional breakdowns were starting to worry me. I knew this had to be his medication making a mess of things and getting him all worked up. His sobbing was so intense now, and his whole body trembled in such a frightening way, it finally got me to react.
Climbing on to the bed I spooned up behind the younger boy holding him in my arms trying to talk to him soothingly. “It’s alright and I’m so sorry Anatoli. I should have known better because it isn’t like the great stuff your grandfather paints. I messed up and should have done something special for you.” I crooned trying to get him to calm down feeling his body quiver in my arms as he sniffled and slowly settled down.
The boy was all sweaty in my sweltering room. I was completely naked, and even I was sticky with perspiration making me wonder just how high my dad had set the thermostat. Anatoli was dressed in a thick pair of pajamas, which felt all damp from him perspiring since it was so hot in here. The heat alone could be making him moody as well because even I was becoming a bit frustrated.
“I love your gift.” I heard the younger boy whispering softly in-between sniffles as I nuzzled my cheek up against his warm face ignoring the heat.
“But…,” I began feeling him pick up my hand in his, and holding it to his mouth kissing my palm tenderly.
“I love it Robby, thanks.” He hiccupped making me scrunch up my face at the way his emotions suddenly shifted into a slightly lighter mood. “You are right it was a special day. I still remember how I felt when we kissed. I loved you so much…still do. You are the best thing that’s ever happened in my life Robby. Everything was so perfect that day, and I wasn’t all…I…I wasn’t so ugly and cut up.” He sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry about getting you so upset Robby because the sketch really is very special. It’s something you worked really hard on and it is so beautiful. It just reminded me when my body wasn’t so ugly and all scarred up like now.” He sniffled.
“You’re still beautiful to me Anatoli…scar or no scar. Besides, it really isn’t that bad.” I assured him pulling on his shoulder and getting the boy to roll on his back so I could look into his eyes.
Those steel gray eyes seemed to shift to a deeper cobalt blue color when he looked up into my face. They swirled around gazing right into the core of my being sucking me into their whirlwind vortex as I watched them constantly shift around like an eddy pool. My fingers shook for several long moments from the intensity of the current between the two of us before I shook away the haziness of the moment and brushed aside some of his damp curls from his moist forehead.
The boy still managed to make me feel all giddy inside as he reached up running his finger across the bridge of my nose, down over the tip, and finally along my lips allowing me to give them a gentle kiss. He then slid his palm up against my cheek and drew my head downwards towards him. My lips parted slightly, kissing the boy tenderly and passionately for several long moments, before I pulled back slightly and looked at him. Anatoli’s lips remained parted slightly with his eyes closed and his features having transformed into such a serene peacefulness.
“That was how I remembered it…the kiss last summer. It was so sweet…so soft…so full of your…kind gentleness and love.” He whispered exhaling blissfully in contentment.
“I know.” I spoke back just as softly setting aside the framed sketch and settling down next to him before running my fingers gently over his chest and the buttons on his pajama top. “It’s hot in here.” I added allowing my fingers to unfasten his top button.
The younger boy glanced down, but didn’t protest as I slowly began to unbutton his thick pajama shirt. My fingers began to shake a little, but I steadied them and managed to get the last two buttons undone allowing both sides to slide free exposing Anatoli’s stomach and chest. He had the yellowish green and blue type of bruising along his abdomen as I reached out and gently traced his small incision which ran from the right side of his groin to just under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear. My fingers didn’t stop and I traced the scar under the waist band feeling him quiver at my gentle touch while his blue swirling eyes came alive.
Shifting my fingers slightly to the side, and running it over the area of his right pelvic bone, I could feel the small lump where they had placed my kidney inside of him. It seemed odd they would place my left kidney right along his right pelvis bone instead of higher up on his opposite left side where his old kidney was located, but I guess they do it because it is easier to attach both of the main arteries. One of the veins carried blood to the kidney and the other one carrying blood away. In addition, there was less of a chance for problems to occur once the ureter is attached to the kidney carrying urine to his bladder since the distance was much shorter. Research indicated there was less chance of rejection and infection because the distance between the newly placed kidney and the transplant recipient’s bladder had been substantially shortened in the location by the boy’s pelvic bone.
The small lump felt kind of strange bulging out slightly along his right side making me wonder if it was a bit tender there. I suppose over time the small little distension would disappear, but I was fairly certain even then you’d probably be able to feel it if you pressed down in the general area. It was still kind of weird though to know something normally positioned on either side below the diaphragm of the lower back was situated now up front and slightly lower down on the side along the flat part of the pelvic bone. Shifting my fingers away from the oddity of the swelling I once more felt along his small surgical cut just below the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear.
“Anatoli, I know you probably think the scar and bruising is really ugly right now because it hasn’t healed up completely, but Dr. Steinitz promised me before long you will barely be able to see it. He said once it heals the only thing left would be a very thin three inch long line which will blend in and barely show up; especially, as you get older.” I smiled affectionately at the younger boy knowing he was feeling a little better now about the disfigurement from his surgery.
The wound itself was only about three inches long, so not really all that bad, but it just looked worse than it was because of the bruising as I slipped my hand free once more. A small smile spread over my lips because I could see Anatoli’s pajama bottoms begin to tent with his little boy worm reacting and swelling up at my touch. I watched the bulge get bigger while I continued to run my fingers lightly over his abs with the curly haired boy’s breathing beginning to come in little gasps.
“God you are so beautiful.” I whispered leaning down and nibbling on his nipples while my hand dipped between his legs giving his stiff pajama covered package a nice squeeze.
“Uh…uhhh…mmmm,” I heard the younger boy moan and shiver in response to the pleasurable feelings I was providing him making me smile knowingly as he wrapped his fingers in my hair.
The boy tugged on my hair drawing me upwards for another kiss while I continued to cup him between his legs providing plenty of stimulation feeling his hard erection through the thick fabric twitch and squirm around. Damn it felt so sexy hot in my hands as he pressed his lips against mine his tongue flicking into my mouth searchingly. I knew we shouldn’t be swapping spit like this. Sure, he’s carrying my kidney, but still the mouth is filled with all sorts of germs and I’ve been doing plenty of my own kiss swapping with Dane lately. With this in mind I slowly broke off our kiss, but continued to massage his pajama covered stiff worm delighting in how it felt in my hand.
Anatoli moaned softly his hips automatically pressing into my hand wanting the extra friction. I responded by pressing downwards smashing his erection between my palm and his flat pubic mound while his face contorted sensually. Even through the material of his underwear and pajama bottoms I could feel the outline of his erection pressing into my hand as it quivered around excitedly.
“Well at least we know everything else down there is in proper working order and not just you being able to take a piss.” I teased with him nodding his head and moaning softly.
“Yessss,” He hissed gazing up into my eyes his forehead plastered in sweat as he shivered and squeaked when I applied pressure between his legs. “Yup, it’s in perfect working order.” I whispered smiling wickedly as I released him and wriggled my hand beneath his pajama bottoms and underwear.
It was hot and sweltering between his legs, my fingers wrapping around his slicked up and sweaty two and a half inch nail feeling it slithering around as it twitched. Even his balls were sticky and damp as my hand began to manipulate his testicles feeling his little marbles swirling around.
This now had gone quickly from just mere teasing to a bit more serious and intimate with the younger boy’s eyes glazing over as he stared at me. He reached out wanting to pull me towards him so he could kiss me again, but even though I wanted to I couldn’t bring myself to do it shaking my head.
“We shouldn’t kiss Anatoli,” I reminded him.
The birthday boy simply moaned still tugging on me as if he needed the sensuous feel of my lips on his. “Please…I…I need this…I want to kiss you.” I heard him protest just before he let out another squeak because I gently squeezed his two sweaty grape sized testicles.
His young slicked up body stiffened up for a second and I could feel his testicles jolt and tighten up almost as if he were about to climax. The blond curly haired boy hissed and I could tell I had almost sent him over the top. Gasping, he kept reaching out for me.
“No Anatoli…please, I don’t want to take the chance of you getting sick.” I insisted.
“But…I want to kiss you.” He moaned looking down between his legs and able to clearly see his erection being manipulated by my fingers, which sent another shiver up and down his body because it was kind of erotic to see himself getting sexually worked over.
My hand was shoved beneath his pajama bottom and underwear creating a large enough gap for him to see and left nothing hidden from his angle of view. I could see his eyes flaring outwards as he ignored the ugly discoloration of his body from the surgery and instead watched me slowly working his penis in an up and down jacking motion with my thumb and two fingers. The entire length and breadth of his erections was so slicked up with sweat as if he had lubed himself up creating an even more intense heightened sensuousness to my manipulations of his sexy love piston.
“Eeeeeeey,” He squeaked when I pinched the tip of his bullet shaped nozzle making him wince because I hadn’t been careful about it.
“Kiss me,” His voice croaked with me shaking my head.
“No, but maybe I can do something even better with my lips.” I smiled back wickedly.
“What,” he moaned.
“This,” I whispered back nuzzling his neck giving it a little nibble hearing him moan and shake because he enjoyed it.
“Yessss, very nice.” He sighed while I continued downwards until my mouth suckled along his dime sized nipple.
“Mmmmm…nice,” he exhaled and shivered because he never realized his little boy tit could be so sensitive.
“Eeeeeeey,” He squeaked again when I gave his teat nub a little nip hearing him giggle and then moan because my fingers began to slide up and down his erection again.
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy hot.” I hissed with my own sweat dampened erection throbbing between my legs while I let my lips glide down smoothly along his stomach pausing to run along his scar.
I was able to trace it gently with my lips because I could actually feel the slight crease. I could also smell the lingering antiseptic they used still clinging to his skin in that area as I kissed him in such a loving tender way. It was important he understood his little scar meant nothing to me as I lifted my head and gazed into his tear filled eyes.
“I love you so much Anatoli.” I whispered softly getting on my knees between his legs and slowly peeling away his pajama bottoms and underwear.
Anatoli didn’t even resist as tears spilled over the rim of his eyes to glide down the side of his cheeks. He was on his back and lifted up his hips allowing me to pull his clothes over his rounded butt cheeks before lifting up his legs so I could remove them completely. His sweat soaked pajama bottoms and underwear felt heavy in my hand as I tossed them over the side of the bed letting them drop to the floor. His skin glistened with sweat and his penis twitched around nervously between his legs. He was still completely hairless on his twelfth birthday, but he looked sexier now than ever before, his thin rod looking extremely red as if he had been rubbed raw already. I knew it was red from the combination of stimulation and heat as I leaned down and slurped up his slick sweat coated spigot into my mouth.
“Oh…oh…uhhh…fuck yes,” Anatoli hissed in his cute accent. “Your lips are so sexy hot…way better down there than a kiss.” He admitted squirming around erotically in my arms.
His penis had a tang of saltiness from all the sweat, but I liked the taste of him this way. Even his boy scent from between his legs was overpowering and much more earthy than usual because he was sweating so much from both the sensuous stimulation and heat in the room. His erection twitched around in my mouth as I reached between his thighs with my left hand using my thumb and fingers to wrap around his little coin purse fiddling around with his warm sweaty nuggets. I began compressing and releasing my thumb and fingers together in a rapid gentle kind of manner as if I were crazily honking one of those bike horns feeling his two little golden trinkets bouncing around giddily like ping pong balls in their membrane covered enclosure. Anatoli’s soft giggles seemed to chime merrily along the walls of the small warm enclosure.
The pointing finger on my right hand slithered between his damp butt cheeks and slowly rimmed his little virginal shuttered brown eyelet. I could feel Anatoli’s sphincter clamping shut firmly momentarily his butt cheeks also tightening up before relaxing as if inviting me inside. My penis lurched with anticipation and for a moment I thought about pilfering the sexy twelve year olds’ boy virginity because of the invitation, but firmly shoved it aside. I instinctively knew Anatoli would gladly give me his hot little boy cherry, but I couldn’t do it. This was something for him to keep and share when and if he was ever ready so it would be something very special. This was not something I would steal away from him like one of those blue collared embezzlers cheating those who were closest to him out of their entire life savings.
I had come to terms about having sex with the younger boy realizing the two of us shared something unique as ‘Other Brothers,’ but I drew the line at actually taking all of him in the carnal sense and cheating him out of the most precious gift he had to offer someone special. He’d willingly give it up to me, just like I knew I’d do the same for him if he wanted it, but I wasn’t going to take it like this because he deserved better from me.
Right now he needed to be pleasured and loved, but in a way appropriate to the situation. He was still young and new to all of this so it was my responsibility to do right by my ‘Other Brother.’ I could sense the need inside of him so I was willing to give it to him despite me being involved with Dane. I knew my boyfriend would understand, and I have finally come to terms with the type of relationship I shared with Anatoli. So this I could willingly do for my little birthday boy, my ‘Other Brother,’ and I intended to make sure he was pleasured properly and in a gratifying and satisfied way.
He’s only had one orgasm his entire life and that was a few days before he got sick. He was ripe and ready now, needing to feel the intensity of youthful rapture once more so he could be like a normal boy his age. I had finally guided him from the last vestiges of his childlike youthful ignorance a couple of weeks ago transitioning him from an innocent boy to one of a budding prepubescent sexual being. If he hadn’t gotten sick he would have been in full swing of his personal sexual awakenings, but he had been forced to take a small pause, and now his young tormented body was ready to take up the staff once more and journey into the realm of complete boy sexuality.
He was ripe for the plucking and I knew it wouldn’t take much as I sensed the pressure rapidly building inside of him just by the way his body was beginning to tense up. My lips slid easily over his slicked up spigot masturbating his small prepubescent two and a half inch long spout, suckling it, urging it to give up its dormant volcanic essence. I could sense something momentous was about to happen as his extremely hard sleek penis writhed in my mouth and slowly swelled until it became surprisingly plump. The last time when he had an orgasm it did not get so bloated, but this time it felt much stouter with his little helmet at the tip inflating. My tongue ran along the span of his shaft and I could feel a thick vein pulsing and throbbing on the bottom left side along the entire length. I knew this was it so swirled my tongue around his swollen helmet and flicked the tip of it between his small pee slit.
Anatoli writhed around erotically, the sweat dripping from his squirming body. It was really warm in the room, but at the moment he was focused on something completely different. For some odd reason he had woken up a little while ago in the middle of the night feeling a bit dizzy and disoriented and very dismal. He never woke up like this, but lately he was feeling so emotionally out of it. One minute he was giddy and happy, and the next moment a sudden sadness would creep inside of him in a way that was overwhelming.
Anatoli knew if it weren’t for the older boy he’d be a total mess by now. He had felt bad knowing the older teen’s wrestling days were over, but Robby had insisted this wasn’t the case making him feel better. Then his friend had even given him such a wonderful gift, one in which had such sweet meaning for both of them, yet he had almost ruined it. The sketch had reminded him of how he used to be and once more a tremendous guilt and loss consumed him forcing him to feel sorry for himself. He thought the surgery had left him scarred and repulsive, yet here was Robby once more showing such tenderness and love in the most intimate of ways.
It made Anatoli feel beautiful about himself once more as the older boy managed to strip him naked despite his shyness about his ugly surgery scar and yellowish green bruising all over his body. He had managed to get a kiss out of the older boy, but when he wanted more Robby refused knowing how dangerous it was in the aftermath of his transplant surgery. Instead, the older boy had put his wonderful lips to better use in a pleasing way for the younger boy, which had him squirming in delight recalling just how wonderful their sex play had been only a few weeks earlier.
The sex had been absolutely wonderful and Anatoli had planned on exploring more on his own, but had fallen sick so never got another chance. Now here was Robby once more forcing those intense feeling all throughout his body. He could feel the older teen’s lips engulf his small boy erection while his fingers fiddled with his fleshy sack. The teen’s fingers squeezed and jiggled his little hacky sack making his little marbles bounce around like a bunch of change being shook around in a loose bag. It made him giggle because it sort of tickled in a different kind of way.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Robby poking around between his sweaty butt cheeks, but it had also been wonderful so he immediately relaxed. The sensation of wanting the older teen to stick his hot sexy rigid thin nail up his butt flittered in his thoughts making him quiver lustfully wondering if something like this were even possible. The overwhelming sense of love engulfed his entire insides and he felt something quickly begin to rise from within his deep innermost depths. He could sense what it was, having experienced it once before, and welcomed it.
Robby’s moist lips all over his immature boy stalk felt astonishingly amazing, and he could feel himself swelling up even more inside the warm dampness of the older teen’s mouth. It stretched his youthful sprout to its fullest in an almost painful kind of way, but he could sense the rush of relief coursing through his insides. It bubbled up from the recesses of his dormant core until it suddenly blasted outwards in the most explosive way. The event reminded him of a documentary he watched on Yellowstone and what would happen if that super volcano ever erupted.
Anatoli was right there and I braced myself for the inevitable just as the younger boy suddenly lurched, his body tensing up.
“O…oooooh…uuumph.” He squeaked in an initial warning.
My groping fingers on his testicles felt them coiling tightly upwards everything contracting and caving inwards. His damp butt cheeks clamped down around my right finger and his penis actually vibrated lurching around in my mouth. Then I felt it, the small splattering wetness against my tongue. It wasn’t a lot, basically a tiny drop worth of Anatoli’s virginal essence, but the flavor exploded all across my palate with my mouth greedily suckling on his swollen binky for more. Of course this being his first it simply didn’t have any more to give. My lips slurping on his sensitive sprig only set him off more as he screeched for a split second shattering the silence before clamping clamping a hand over his mouth and grunting.
“Eeeeeeeey…arggh, uuumph, uuuuuuumph, oooomph, uuuuhngh, uhhh, uh.” He gasped trying to suck in air his body writhing around as sheer rapture ran its course through his small body.
If he was sore before I knew this would probably catch up to him later. I worried about it a little, but knew his body was healed up enough to handle it for now. He probably would have to take it a tad easy for a bit, but his body was young and he was recuperated enough from surgery to handle it.
His penis was still hard in my mouth and quivered around wildly, but it was no longer as thick now since it had released its precious and tasty smoothie in my mouth. My left fingers continued to knead his testicles as they roiled around in protest while his body continued jerk and jolt in boyish rapture. Letting his slicked up seedling slip from between my lips I got up on my knees removing my right hand from beneath his butt and began masturbating his over-sensitized sprig.
“Oh fuck,” Anatoli objected scrunching up his flushed face because now it was starting to hurt. “Please…fuck…no Robby.” He hissed moaning in protest. “It…it’s too much.” He wheezed and began squirming around trying to recuperate from his intense orgasm, but I wasn’t allowing his erection to go down as I began to furiously jerk him for all I was worth. “Robby,” he squeaked again.
“Shhhh, you can do this Anatoli, just relax and let it happen. I just need a little more from you…just let it happen,” I urged him as my two fingers and thumb on my right hand continued to stroke his still rock solid two and a half inch erection while my left fingers gently squeezed his testicles urging them to let go of just a tad more.
The younger boy couldn’t believe how incredible his orgasm felt this second time around. A few weeks ago he didn’t think it could get any better, but Robby had managed to do just that for him. Such a wonderful euphoric sensation exploded outwards from somewhere deep inside of him, the sensation overwhelming all of his senses as if everything came screaming out of that small little tube from between his legs. How something so small can make a boy feel so wonderful was beyond him as he had grunted and moaned in sheer ecstasy. He was beginning to enjoy the immediate aftermath of his glow, his still rock solid hard nail vibrating in the immediate after effects of his orgasm, but then Robby had suddenly spit out his penis and began to manhandle him.
The additional stimulation once more sent his body into orbit, but it was way too intense and too soon already making it a bit painful. He had protested but the older boy wanted more. Anatoli was desperate to please his ‘Other Brother;’ especially, since the teen had been so tender and loving providing him with this much needed attention. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy what the older boy was doing to him. At first it was too much, but once he allowed himself to once more immerse himself in the pleasurable act of sex his body adjusted and he could feel another rise roiling deep down in the depths of his groin.
Once he recognized it and focused on the euphoric aspects of it, the sensation once more took on a life of its own. Soon he felt it spreading outwards towards all his nerve endings as it rebounded and once more joined together before seeking out the one outlet of release. Once found it seemed to surge through the short tunnel and freedom.
Watching Anatoli closely I could tell he finally allowed himself to give in and experience something rare; a second orgasm as it quickly built inside of his tiny body. I wanted this so badly for him that I took extra care so as not to burn his rigid spike. I didn’t want to take the chance of rubbing him raw because it would sting afterwards making him even more uncomfortable. I would have paused a moment to find some sort of lubricant to place on his steel nail, but he was sweating so much his erection was coated and slicked up enough so long as I was careful not to be too tight fingered on his sensitive sprig.
Once the younger boy warmed up to the idea his body immediately allowed for things to progress in a natural way. He was quickly climbing back to an apex when suddenly he once more grunted and his body stiffened up for a second time within a mere few seconds apart. His orgasm slammed into his young body and I felt his penis quivering in my fingers while his testicles tightened into a tight ball trying to squeeze out what little they had to offer.
“Uuuuh, uuh, aaaaah, uuumph, uuumph,” he moaned his entire face turning red and glistening with sweat.
Right when Anatoli’s body stiffened up I adjusted my grip and slowed down my jacking motions careful to leave his puffy purplish blue glans exposed. Wrapping my thumb and finger around the root of his shaft, where it sprouted from his pale blank slate, I gently squeezed his erection from the base and traveled upwards towards the top of his little nub. Then it happened, a tiny little clear like droplet pooled on the very tip of his little slit. Holding his erection in a tight grip just below the ridge of his deep purple mushroom I carefully ran the tip of my left pointing finger starting at the front part of his pee slit scooping up the little blob on the edge of my finger.
“Eeeh…oh fuck,” Anatoli jolted shoving my hand away now because he was really sensitive down there as he crashed back on the mattress and curled up on his side.
The younger boy was completely spent from his double orgasm as his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped for air. His chest rose and fell in quick successive shallow dips while his wheezing rasped and rattled around in his lungs. Carefully I settled back down next to him giving the boy a few second to recuperate. Slowly he rolled on his back his swirling blue eyes fluttering open.
“Oh my god,” He continued to gasp gulping for air. “That was…uh…it was fucking fantastic. I didn’t think I had it in me so soon after…,” he sighed, the reality of his surgery once more settling in.
I didn’t give him time to ponder on it. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.” I whispered softly with Anatoli not even questioning me since he was still a bit out of it.
When he closed his eyes and opened his mouth I slipped the little bead coated finger into his mouth wiping it on the tip of his tongue. Anatoli instinctively closed his mouth, but I was expecting it so had immediately removed my fingers only wanting to leave behind his tasty little treat. Sticking my finger into my own mouth now, I cleared the rest of the remaining little wetness from his virginal seed watching the boy’s face as he rolled his tongue around and opened up his eyes gazing towards me. His face scrunched up as the familiar sort of taste exploded on his palate. It was only a small little droplet of clear substance, but loaded with lots of sweet honey like nectar flavoring.
At first he didn’t understand, but when the uniqueness of the flavor began to take hold he began to realize what had happened. He had tasted cum before, mine, but it was different from what he currently had swirling around on his tongue. Mine had been a bit more mature with a tangier earthy flavor to it. I had just tasted his moments earlier when his first blast had tickled across my tongue. It had only been a tiny drop as well, slightly more than what he had in his mouth now, but it had exploded with such honey sweet like nectar undertones that it was amazing. I had tasted both Dane’s and Gabe’s virginal nectar and they all were sweet, but somehow Anatoli’s seemed uniquely different and way more flavorful along my palate. It was a true gift he had given me and one I would treasure forever.
“Oh my god…was that…did I just…,” the curly boy squealed excitedly pulling me towards him and giving me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “This is so amazing.” He smiled at me pleased he had squirted for the first time.
“Yup it is official…you are now a little squirt, and on your birthday to boot.” I crooned enjoying this moment with the boy who suddenly beamed proudly at this momentous occasion.
“Yeah, and to think, it was you, my ‘Other Brother,’ who made it happen. You’ve made me so happy Robby.” The adorably cute little guy crooned giddily as he settled his head on my shoulder running his fingers across my chest and stomach giggling when my testicles contracted and my erection jolted like a little handgun.
Reaching down he wrapped his fingers around my as of yet ignored little loaded weapon slowly working my piece as he began jacking my bore-holed barrel. I haven’t been serviced since the surgery even though I’ve had the opportunity so I could feel my insides immediately begin to roil ready to explode. It wouldn’t take a whole lot to have me spewing all over the place as I now groaned and whimpered reaching down and wrapping my hand over his small fist.
“Anatoli…please,” I whispered softly his eyes darting upwards and gazing at me intently.
“I…I thought you were alright with us…I mean…you know.” He asked hesitantly a bit puzzled by me now holding back and not allowing him to pleasure me like I had done with him.
“I am…I mean it’s just,” I sighed reaching out and running the back of my fingers across his cheek while he waited for me to explain.
He was just so adorably cute and if he really wanted I’d let him pleasure me, but he deserved to at least know why I was holding off. “Anatoli, it’s just now I’m with Dane and we haven’t…I mean since the surgery I haven’t done anything…the two of us…together…you know.” I tried to explain.
“What…but why…does it still hurt or something. I mean I still kind of hurt too, but I can say for sure it wasn’t an issue. So if you are worried you can’t…um…you know.” He giggled looking down at my erection before glancing back at me and demonstrating what he wasn’t saying by allowing his fingers to close before opening up as if there was an explosion.
It was too cute and funny at the same time making me bust up laughing. “No, I’m sure everything works just fine. Even now I can feel it…um…you know. So no it isn’t that I’m afraid of it hurting or anything, and no I’m not afraid that I wouldn’t be able to…um…perform.” I added blushing because it was kind of weird talking to him like this.
“Then what is it?” He asked curiously.
Shrugging my shoulders I couldn’t answer it specifically. “I can’t explain it Anatoli. I mean Dane and I have been…you know intimate since the surgery with me giving him…I mean performing…um…well you get the idea.” I sighed running my fingers through his curls surprised I was talking to him about something so intimate.
“Yeah, alright so if you are pleasuring him why isn’t he doing the same for you?” He asked bluntly catching me a bit by surprised since for all practical purposes Anatoli was still so young and new to all of this.
“Um…it’s not him,” I defended my boyfriend. “I mean he wants to…it’s just…I wasn’t ready…you know.” I sighed with Anatoli shaking his head and shrugging his shoulder.
“I still don’t get it.” He answered honestly, but seemed to accept it while I smiled appreciatively.
“I can’t really explain it except to say I just want it to be special. I’m ready, but I’m just looking for the right time between me and Dane.” I told the younger boy as he once more reached down running his fingers over my erection, but more because he enjoyed feeling me in his hands than trying to get me off.
“I really care about you a lot Anatoli and I’ve sort of come to accept what it means for us to be “Other Brothers.” It’s why I don’t mind having sex with you even though I’m with Dane. I talked to him about it and he understands so it is alright with him too. So if you really want to…um…you know, I wouldn’t mind and let you have some fun too with my…um…equipment.” I chuckled nervously seeing the younger boy’s gaze immediately flitter up into my eyes as he suddenly let loose a big laugh holding his stomach and wincing trying to calm down.
“Shit Robby you are just such a goofball.” He quipped making me laugh because it sounded so funny coming from a boy who isn’t an American and with a thick Eastern European accent to boot.
When we both settled down he ran his hand over my stomach. “No, I can wait until you have your special moment with Dane. I enjoy doing sex stuff with you Robby, but I understand you have a boyfriend now so we don’t need to do stuff together.” He replied smiling at me before focusing on my stomach. “I don’t even see your scar anymore.” He sighed as he reached out and fluffed up some pillows before rolling on to his back in a reclining position inspecting his own body.
“Damn, my stomach is already cramping up a little,” he sighed running his finger over his scar. “Hopefully you haven’t made me too sore for tomorrow.” He chuckled blaming me for his soreness now as he punched me lightly in the arm.
“Well, I’ll just have to remember that next time around when you need some servicing.” I teased back with him glaring at me before shaking his head and giggling.
“Fair enough,” He replied watching me as I got up and made my way out of the room and into the hallway.
When I came back a few moments later I noticed Anatoli’s questioning look. “Dad had the thermostat all the way up and it is way too hot. I turned it down. Come-on we better try to get some sleep. It’ll be cooler here in a few minutes so hopefully we will be able to get some sleep.” I explained crawling back into bed with Anatoli.
Setting his birthday gift on the floor, I reached out turning off the light and cuddled up with his sweaty slicked up body. We were both still coated in a fine sheen of sweat, but it didn’t bother us because we both preferred the close bodily contact. I pulled the blanket over us knowing it would be cooling off here in short order as I inhaled his heady scent. Despite the heat both of us were soon fast asleep; the exhaustion of the day and our extra curricular activity finally overcoming our youthful energetic bodies.
Morning arrived way too soon for my liking even though my glance toward the small clock indicated it was half past nine already as I slowly stirred awake with an overcast kind of gray light filtering through my windows signifying it was going to be another cold dreary day outside. What wasn’t so dreary was the slumbering profile of my beautiful ‘Other Brother’ still sleeping soundly next to me. Sometime in the night we had shifted around a little with him rolling on to his back. The blanket covering up his body had that typical little rounded mound right where you’d expect making me smile as I recalled our little sexual escapade last night. The younger boy performed magnificently for only his second time out of the gate so to speak. Damn, but he was just so sexy hot and finally coming into his own on his twelfth birthday. There was no denying his sexual sensuousness in the biblical sense anymore.
The room had finally cooled off, but it wasn’t cold or anything, just sort of comfortable as I lifted up the covers and gazed down at Anatoli’s nakedness. Despite the ugly bruising along his abdomen and the sort of reddish angry cut that began just above his groin he was still so damn sexy hot. His soft two inch sprig sprouted in an outwards angle from the root of his smooth pubic mound poking upwards from his body. I could see the small hollow like little indentation around the base of his shaft as my eyes shifted about a quarter of an inch up just on the edge of that concave ring now focusing on the tiny little freckle like fleck. The hollow indentation was something typical in most boys his age that still didn’t have any hairs along the root of their little youthful stalks.
Last night after our sexing his penis had developed an angry sort of reddishness coloration to it. Some of it had been more natural due to the stifling heat and confinement under the sweltering cottony material of his night clothes, while the main reason for the ruddy rawness of his love tool was because I had worked his utensil to its utmost heightened sexual state. I only hoped I hadn’t rub him raw last night as I now gazed at the apparent more normalized pinkish pale coloration of his nozzle and shaft before easing the blanket off of his naked torso.
The younger boy’s breathing continued in a steady intake and exhale of air, his chest rising and lowering in an easy kind of gate. He was overwhelmingly beautiful as I ran my fingers across his chest noticing the small little goose bumps forming along his skin. My fingers traced their way downwards and ran lightly over his small scar as I took note how for the most part it was relatively smooth. It was already healing nicely, and within a few weeks I was fairly certain most of the bruising and redness would be gone.
My fingers lingered along his scar before moving downwards over his pale smooth pubic mound. He was still completely hairless down there and didn’t even have any of those pale fine strands of filaments that I could detect making me wonder just how long it would last. The boy was most definitely entering puberty, the little wet droplets he provided as a treat last night left very little doubt about it, but still he seemed a long ways away from actually sprouting any pubes. Time would tell I suppose as I reached out with my pointing finger flicking it up against his soft little boy penis and watched the two inch worm flop around.
Smiling, I played around with the soft twig, twiddling it about, enjoying the opportunity since it staying soft was a rare thing. I poked, prodded, and flicked at the small sprout completely entranced at how the modest sized soft spongy like stalk rolled around all rubbery like. It was yielding to my probing as it lolled around against my finger not even getting hard. The boy had a small ring of loose flesh circling his shaft just below his mushroom glans which I thought was really fascinating.
The loose skin wasn’t thick around like the corona of his mushroom shaped glans, but it was pushed up against the base of it and looked kind of cool as my thumb and finger pinched the loose flabby skin lightly. I tugged on the fleshy membrane pulling it outwards and stretching it while watching the tip of his penis bending towards me. I released the skin watching it once more bunch up against the base of his glans. I had noticed on the occasions when he got hard the skin would stretch out smoothly without any wrinkling, which I thought was way cool with how that sort of worked.
Overall his penis was kind of small, but he did just turn twelve so it wasn’t like the thing was puny or anything for his age. I figured it was probably fairly typical for a twelve year old boy going through that transitional state. As a matter of fact it did seem to be slightly bigger from when I had first seen him naked lying on my couch all those many months ago; the first time he spent the night at my house this past summer. His erection had been about two and a half inches long back then with his little softie about a half an inch shorter, but now the soft penis I was currently poking around seemed about two and a half inches long. Last night I hadn’t paid too much attention to the size of his erection because it was way smaller than Dane’s and I was more focused on being sure to pleasure him properly, but it most definitely had felt way thicker than I had recalled the first time I had suckled on it a couple of weeks earlier. Curious now, I gently picked up his soft penis in my fingers and thumb, slowly stroking his length trying to wake it up.
Anatoli sighed and whimpered softly in his sleep as his body reacted instinctively by curling up in a more protective manner for a few seconds. Then something must have registered in his subconscious mind because his body relaxed again and his legs naturally spread slightly outwards giving me more access. He had a small light brown colored modest sized sagging smooth boy sack which didn’t hang much but wasn’t tight either as it now settled between his slightly outward bent legs. It too seemed to have gotten a bit bigger with me recalling how it used to be about the size of a ping pong ball with small grape sized testicles in his soft silky pouch. Now it looked more about the size of a hacky sack with the same sort of soft yielding fleshiness.
Slowly his penis stirred awake until it fattened up and stretched out to its fullest length with a thick blue vein running along the bottom and left side of his shaft. I smiled happily because not only was he squirting, but he had most definitely grown a little down there, something he would be happy to know. It hadn’t really gotten all that much bigger by a long shot, but it was at least about a quarter of an inch bigger maybe slightly more so just under three inches long now. It was also a bit broader as well, the boy’s moaning at being sexually stimulated bringing me out of my musings.
Exhaling, I stopped jacking him watching how his penis rapidly deflated and bunched up softly against that hollow like ring on his pubic mound. My body shivered because I truly did appreciate and love how a boy’s penis looked, and his was undeniably so damn sexy hot. It made me horny to have Dane in my bed now so we could make some sweet love together. My boulders began to ache in the beginning stages of blue balls while my hard basilisk pulsed and thundered along with my heart beat as the skin around my tubular girth stretched out tightly. Last night with Anatoli made me realize I was now ready for Dane, and my body yearned for the sweet sexual release he could provide me.
Ignoring my teen lustful yearning I nuzzled my face into the crook of the blond boy’s neck. Anatoli’s scented loose curls tickled my nose when I breathed in his budding teen youthfulness noting the headier like fragrance. He was slowly evolving in various ways into his pre-teen stage where he was still clinging on to his prepubescent boyhood and straddled the fence precariously while his body teetered lopsidedly towards adolescence. He was at the cusp of transition; where he would leave behind his boyish sexual innocence and claim his rightful inheritance by boldly embracing his teenaged pubertal sexuality.
Exhaling softly I kissed the boy’s warm cheeks giving him a gentle shake to wake him up. “Come-on sleepy head wake up.” I urged the boy tossing the blanket over his naked body to cover him back up before climbing out of bed. “It’s late and I’m sure dad will be coming in with your meds here pretty quick since you should have taken them half an hour ago already.” I added making my way towards my dresser drawer and pulling on a pair of boxer briefs just as I heard a light tapping on the door. “Yeah, come on in.” I spoke up knowing it had to be my dad.
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End of Chapter Twenty Two
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EXCERPT OPENING
Taking comfort in Anatoli’s words and actions now from all those months ago my mind began to settle down. When it came to the two of us I had to first embrace my heart around what we had before my mind could begin to wrap around it. His consoling words, almost flowery subtle boy scent, and the feel of his warm body pressed up against me all safe and sound in my arms now slowly lulled me to sleep. A warm glow spread throughout my insides as I finally released myself accepting in its entirety the unique loving and preciously rare relationship I had with the younger boy. It was something which would last a lifetime no matter what else occurred in-between.
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It was a deep refreshing kind of sleep I fell into because of Anatoli being cuddled up in my arms. These days I slept better when I was cuddled up with someone I cared about. There was something comforting about it whether I was holding someone in my arms or cuddled up in their loving embrace while I slept. Anymore I came to realize I needed the contact as if knowing someone was nearby meant all was well in the world.
My dreams were soft and tender flittering away from one scene to another in my unconscious state. They were sweet, filled with laughter and joy, even though deep down I knew they would flitter away once I woke up. In the morning I wouldn’t even be able to recall them, but it really didn’t matter because I knew it would leave behind a sort of fulfilled comforting glow inside of me.
Even in my sleep I could hear myself moaning softly in contentment before something began to tug at the edges of my consciousness. It was something which didn’t belong, pulling at the outskirts of my pleasant dreams. Slowly it drew me out of my sleep and my eyes fluttered open to my darkened room. It wasn’t completely dark inside; it never really was with the green power button on my laptop giving off enough light for my eyes to adjust and make things out as I looked around. The spot next to me was empty so I immediately searched for Anatoli because he never woke up once he got to sleep. Within moments my eyes settled on him standing next to my shelves.
Then I heard it, the thing which had seemed off only moments earlier. It was coming from the smaller boy who was crying softly as he reached out picking up some of the items off my shelf. Sighing, I reached over and flipped the switch lighting up the small lamp on my end table, the soft glow from its small bulb giving off a comforting glow. Tossing off the nice toasty warm covers, I scooted off my bed and with my feet padding softly on the floor made my way over to the lonely figure standing by my trophy shelves. He didn’t even flinch when I leaned down slightly to his height and pressed my chest against his back while wrapping my arms around the front of his chest.
Neither one of us said anything as I leaned my chin in the crook of his neck allowing our cheeks to rub up against one another. I could still smell the underlying hospital scent on him; the disinfected antiseptic kind of odor familiar in all medical facilities. I also detected his sweaty boy odor, but unlike older kids it still had that sort of youthful sweet delicate scent about it. Laced throughout it all was his distinctive fragrance, the one which made each boy different and unique. Closing my eyes I inhaled him deeply, savoring his very essence, the nuances of his bouquet very familiar to me in a comforting sort of way. It’s what I’ve come to know as being distinctively him.
His cheek felt warm against mine and he was sweating a little making me wonder if he was getting a fever. Then I noticed I was sweating too making me realize my dad must have turned up the heat worried it would be too cold for the younger boy.
“I’m so sorry Robby.” The sweet little guy apologized breaking the serene moment in his thick accent I always thought was so cute as his body trembled and shook slightly while he cried softly in my gentle embrace.
I wasn’t sure what to say so didn’t respond; instead, remaining steadfast in my presence letting him know I was there for support. Anatoli’s been so emotional since he’s gotten home from the hospital making it difficult to understand at times what was really bothering him. He wasn’t making any real sense so I wondered if it was his medication talking again.
“I’ve ruined everything for you…,” he choked off a sob his small petite body rattling around in my arms for a few seconds while he swallowed down his sniffles.
Craning his neck he glanced down into my eyes and must have noticed my confusion because he tried to explain once more gazing at the trophies, his warm soft cheek settling back against mine. “Everyone says you will win State this year again in your weight class. Now I’ve ruined that for you.” He sniffled reaching out and touching my State Championship award from last year.
His comment surprised me because I really hadn’t thought all too much on it. Of course I had left the wrestling team and it had disappointed the coach and my teammates. There were times I did think on it, but not once had I ever regretted my decision to do the transplant. In turn the whole idea of not being able to go to State this year never really bothered me either. For me I wrestled because I enjoyed the challenge and doing my very best. As with any decision of this magnitude there were always rumors flying around; especially, in such a small community. Some were saying I had gotten cold feet and was scared about being beaten; especially, with my last match having come close to losing since I had been distracted. I ignored it because it really didn’t matter to me what others thought.
“You’ve won a lot of trophies and awards. I wish I had something to be proud of like these. They are really beautiful.” He sighed looking at the championship award in his hand before setting it back in place on my shelf.
“Yeah, I suppose.” I finally responded our cheeks rubbing together as I nodded my head in agreement. “Can you guess which award and accomplishment I’m the most proud of?” I asked with the boy craning his neck and glancing at me for a split second before gazing at my shelves filled with all my trophies.
“Sure,” he whispered nodding his head and pointing to my state championship award.
“Nope.” I replied with him craning his neck again and frowning before focusing on my shelf again.
“Oh…I know.” He responded coming to another decision. “Your very first one then, huh?” He smiled pleased with his answer.
“Nope.” I responded again with him scrunching up his face and falling silent as he thought on it some more taking a good look at all of my trophies.
When he didn’t respond I finally sighed and squeezed him closer towards me. “It’s you Anatoli. You are my proudest accomplishment and award. I don’t care anything about all those trophies and awards on the shelves. I’d willingly trade them all in and give up wrestling forever if it would turn the clock back so you wouldn’t have had to be sick in the first place. I’d give up everything to make you whole and completely healthy. I can’t make you whole Anatoli, but I don’t regret for one moment giving you my kidney so that you aren’t sick anymore. You are my proudest moment. You standing here alive is the biggest accomplishment of my life and something I won’t ever regret doing.” I whispered softly with tears running down my cheeks as I now began to sniffle with the emotion of feeling him in my arms starting to become a bit overwhelming.
“Still, it’s not fair Robby. I’m always ruining things. I know how much you love wrestling and now you can’t ever do that again” He snuffled with me shaking my head.
“What are you talking about Anatoli? It’s only this year. Next year I’ll be able to wrestle again, but still, I wouldn’t care if I couldn’t ever wrestle again…not if it meant I could have you instead.” I told him with Anatoli shifting around in my arms forcing me to release him as he turned and faced me.
“But I thought…I mean everyone was saying a person with one kidney can’t play sports anymore.” He whispered a bit confused.
“Um…I don’t know Anatoli…I mean about what other people say.” I shrugged as I draped my arm over his shoulder and walked us back over towards the bed taking a seat.
He seemed to notice for the first time I was naked his eyes glittering lively as they scanned my body. His deep blue orbs swirled around dipping down between my legs momentarily as if taking in my sexiness for a split second before traveling upwards towards my abdomen. I could tell he was looking for my surgery scar, but it had been so small to begin with, and in my belly button to boot, so barely noticeable since it was pretty much all healed up.
“Yeah, but you aren’t thinking about still wrestling. I mean what if you get hurt?” He asked getting back on topic and kind of surprised I wouldn’t listen to others about it.
“Well, Dr. Steinitz told me I couldn’t finish the season this year, but if I wanted I could join the team by the time next year rolls around. Of course I’ve quit the team for this year.” I nodded as Anatoli studied my face intently still not understanding completely.
Pulling the younger boy into my body he wrapped his arm around my waist laying his head on my chest while I tried to explain. “I sort of thought the same thing at first, you know about not being able to play sports anymore, but then I was told this used to be what most doctors felt. I suppose there’s been more research in the last few years because when I talked to my dad about it he said studies show it is very rare to even have a kidney injury in most contact sports. I guess it’s more common to have mild brain, knee, neck, head, or spinal injuries.” I assured the younger boy who now seemed a bit relieved about it.
Glancing at my clock I noticed it was about an hour after midnight. “Hey guess what…happy twelfth birthday.” I chuckled with Anatoli glancing over at my clock and smiling while I got up and walked over towards my closet.
Reaching inside I pulled out a flat package and brought it over to the boy who was scrutinizing me closely his eyes never leaving my teen goods. I smirked and rolled my eyes feeling my testicles bounce around as they jiggled softly between my legs. My little sleek three and a half inch floppy sort of drooped lazily over my purse. It was hot in the room so I was sweating a little. Even my balls were a bit sticky and I could feel how my penis was clinging to the membrane of my satchel. I began to chub up slightly because Anatoli wasn’t shy about watching me move around naked in front of him.
The younger boy continued to stare until I paused a foot away and held out the wrapped package. “Here,” I smiled a bit nervously and also getting a bit excited about his gift hopeful he would like it. “Since it’s now officially your birthday I thought…you know.” I shrugged my shoulders seeing Anatoli reach out taking it from me and grinning appreciatively before tearing off the paper.
Setting aside the paper the curly haired boy paused for a second his eyes settling on the matted and framed sketch I had started all those months back this past summer. It was the same pose I had begun when he was sitting under the tree and similar to the painting I had gotten from Anatoli on my birthday which his grandfather had painted. Of course mine was only a black and white rendering so nowhere near as good as the painting, but it had been the one where Anatoli had encouraged me to begin working on my artistic talents.
I stood in front of him a bit nervously noticing the boy’s smile lingering for a few moments as he studied my work. “I…um…I wrote something for you on the print too. You know to remind us of the special moment.” I added a bit excitedly hoping he’d understand watching as he tilted it in his hands softly reading the inscription.
“A special day to remember always.” He whispered softly as I tried to determine by the look on his face what he was feeling or if he even remembered what was special about that moment.
When he didn’t say anything I spoke up excitedly. “Remember, it was our first real kiss…you know more than just like the quick pecks I gave you, but a real one.” I reminded him noticing the boy nodding. “Oh, and see how I signed it in the other corner?” I asked smiling at him.
Anatoli shifted the sketch and read the signature in the opposite corner. “Other Brother.” He whispered softly again while I smiled nervously watching him closely as he shifted the sketch of him sitting half naked under the tree with the wind fluttered towel draped over his shoulders and in nothing but his skimpy Speedos leaving very little to the imagination as to what he was packing between his legs.
Slowly his expression began to change becoming a bit somber. My enthusiasm sank along with his looks because I could tell it wasn’t what he expected or probably wanted for his birthday. I worked hard on the sketch, but I should have known with all the fantastic artwork his grandfather did of him this wouldn’t be as special.
“It’s not what you wanted.” I grimaced feeling bad I hadn’t thought of something special for him. “I’m sorry Anatoli…I should have…,” I began when the younger boy suddenly curled up holding the framed sketch to his chest and began to cry his heart out.
His reaction shocked me because it had come out of nowhere. He was blubbering and bawling again just like he had done earlier at his house when I came rushing over. My mind was racing because I’ve never known him to be this upset. The younger boy had always taken things in stride even if something didn’t go his way. I’ve never known him to get so disturbed about anything and he was always upbeat so his emotional breakdowns were starting to worry me. I knew this had to be his medication making a mess of things and getting him all worked up. His sobbing was so intense now, and his whole body trembled in such a frightening way, it finally got me to react.
Climbing on to the bed I spooned up behind the younger boy holding him in my arms trying to talk to him soothingly. “It’s alright and I’m so sorry Anatoli. I should have known better because it isn’t like the great stuff your grandfather paints. I messed up and should have done something special for you.” I crooned trying to get him to calm down feeling his body quiver in my arms as he sniffled and slowly settled down.
The boy was all sweaty in my sweltering room. I was completely naked, and even I was sticky with perspiration making me wonder just how high my dad had set the thermostat. Anatoli was dressed in a thick pair of pajamas, which felt all damp from him perspiring since it was so hot in here. The heat alone could be making him moody as well because even I was becoming a bit frustrated.
“I love your gift.” I heard the younger boy whispering softly in-between sniffles as I nuzzled my cheek up against his warm face ignoring the heat.
“But…,” I began feeling him pick up my hand in his, and holding it to his mouth kissing my palm tenderly.
“I love it Robby, thanks.” He hiccupped making me scrunch up my face at the way his emotions suddenly shifted into a slightly lighter mood. “You are right it was a special day. I still remember how I felt when we kissed. I loved you so much…still do. You are the best thing that’s ever happened in my life Robby. Everything was so perfect that day, and I wasn’t all…I…I wasn’t so ugly and cut up.” He sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry about getting you so upset Robby because the sketch really is very special. It’s something you worked really hard on and it is so beautiful. It just reminded me when my body wasn’t so ugly and all scarred up like now.” He sniffled.
“You’re still beautiful to me Anatoli…scar or no scar. Besides, it really isn’t that bad.” I assured him pulling on his shoulder and getting the boy to roll on his back so I could look into his eyes.
Those steel gray eyes seemed to shift to a deeper cobalt blue color when he looked up into my face. They swirled around gazing right into the core of my being sucking me into their whirlwind vortex as I watched them constantly shift around like an eddy pool. My fingers shook for several long moments from the intensity of the current between the two of us before I shook away the haziness of the moment and brushed aside some of his damp curls from his moist forehead.
The boy still managed to make me feel all giddy inside as he reached up running his finger across the bridge of my nose, down over the tip, and finally along my lips allowing me to give them a gentle kiss. He then slid his palm up against my cheek and drew my head downwards towards him. My lips parted slightly, kissing the boy tenderly and passionately for several long moments, before I pulled back slightly and looked at him. Anatoli’s lips remained parted slightly with his eyes closed and his features having transformed into such a serene peacefulness.
“That was how I remembered it…the kiss last summer. It was so sweet…so soft…so full of your…kind gentleness and love.” He whispered exhaling blissfully in contentment.
“I know.” I spoke back just as softly setting aside the framed sketch and settling down next to him before running my fingers gently over his chest and the buttons on his pajama top. “It’s hot in here.” I added allowing my fingers to unfasten his top button.
The younger boy glanced down, but didn’t protest as I slowly began to unbutton his thick pajama shirt. My fingers began to shake a little, but I steadied them and managed to get the last two buttons undone allowing both sides to slide free exposing Anatoli’s stomach and chest. He had the yellowish green and blue type of bruising along his abdomen as I reached out and gently traced his small incision which ran from the right side of his groin to just under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear. My fingers didn’t stop and I traced the scar under the waist band feeling him quiver at my gentle touch while his blue swirling eyes came alive.
Shifting my fingers slightly to the side, and running it over the area of his right pelvic bone, I could feel the small lump where they had placed my kidney inside of him. It seemed odd they would place my left kidney right along his right pelvis bone instead of higher up on his opposite left side where his old kidney was located, but I guess they do it because it is easier to attach both of the main arteries. One of the veins carried blood to the kidney and the other one carrying blood away. In addition, there was less of a chance for problems to occur once the ureter is attached to the kidney carrying urine to his bladder since the distance was much shorter. Research indicated there was less chance of rejection and infection because the distance between the newly placed kidney and the transplant recipient’s bladder had been substantially shortened in the location by the boy’s pelvic bone.
The small lump felt kind of strange bulging out slightly along his right side making me wonder if it was a bit tender there. I suppose over time the small little distension would disappear, but I was fairly certain even then you’d probably be able to feel it if you pressed down in the general area. It was still kind of weird though to know something normally positioned on either side below the diaphragm of the lower back was situated now up front and slightly lower down on the side along the flat part of the pelvic bone. Shifting my fingers away from the oddity of the swelling I once more felt along his small surgical cut just below the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear.
“Anatoli, I know you probably think the scar and bruising is really ugly right now because it hasn’t healed up completely, but Dr. Steinitz promised me before long you will barely be able to see it. He said once it heals the only thing left would be a very thin three inch long line which will blend in and barely show up; especially, as you get older.” I smiled affectionately at the younger boy knowing he was feeling a little better now about the disfigurement from his surgery.
The wound itself was only about three inches long, so not really all that bad, but it just looked worse than it was because of the bruising as I slipped my hand free once more. A small smile spread over my lips because I could see Anatoli’s pajama bottoms begin to tent with his little boy worm reacting and swelling up at my touch. I watched the bulge get bigger while I continued to run my fingers lightly over his abs with the curly haired boy’s breathing beginning to come in little gasps.
“God you are so beautiful.” I whispered leaning down and nibbling on his nipples while my hand dipped between his legs giving his stiff pajama covered package a nice squeeze.
“Uh…uhhh…mmmm,” I heard the younger boy moan and shiver in response to the pleasurable feelings I was providing him making me smile knowingly as he wrapped his fingers in my hair.
The boy tugged on my hair drawing me upwards for another kiss while I continued to cup him between his legs providing plenty of stimulation feeling his hard erection through the thick fabric twitch and squirm around. Damn it felt so sexy hot in my hands as he pressed his lips against mine his tongue flicking into my mouth searchingly. I knew we shouldn’t be swapping spit like this. Sure, he’s carrying my kidney, but still the mouth is filled with all sorts of germs and I’ve been doing plenty of my own kiss swapping with Dane lately. With this in mind I slowly broke off our kiss, but continued to massage his pajama covered stiff worm delighting in how it felt in my hand.
Anatoli moaned softly his hips automatically pressing into my hand wanting the extra friction. I responded by pressing downwards smashing his erection between my palm and his flat pubic mound while his face contorted sensually. Even through the material of his underwear and pajama bottoms I could feel the outline of his erection pressing into my hand as it quivered around excitedly.
“Well at least we know everything else down there is in proper working order and not just you being able to take a piss.” I teased with him nodding his head and moaning softly.
“Yessss,” He hissed gazing up into my eyes his forehead plastered in sweat as he shivered and squeaked when I applied pressure between his legs. “Yup, it’s in perfect working order.” I whispered smiling wickedly as I released him and wriggled my hand beneath his pajama bottoms and underwear.
It was hot and sweltering between his legs, my fingers wrapping around his slicked up and sweaty two and a half inch nail feeling it slithering around as it twitched. Even his balls were sticky and damp as my hand began to manipulate his testicles feeling his little marbles swirling around.
This now had gone quickly from just mere teasing to a bit more serious and intimate with the younger boy’s eyes glazing over as he stared at me. He reached out wanting to pull me towards him so he could kiss me again, but even though I wanted to I couldn’t bring myself to do it shaking my head.
“We shouldn’t kiss Anatoli,” I reminded him.
The birthday boy simply moaned still tugging on me as if he needed the sensuous feel of my lips on his. “Please…I…I need this…I want to kiss you.” I heard him protest just before he let out another squeak because I gently squeezed his two sweaty grape sized testicles.
His young slicked up body stiffened up for a second and I could feel his testicles jolt and tighten up almost as if he were about to climax. The blond curly haired boy hissed and I could tell I had almost sent him over the top. Gasping, he kept reaching out for me.
“No Anatoli…please, I don’t want to take the chance of you getting sick.” I insisted.
“But…I want to kiss you.” He moaned looking down between his legs and able to clearly see his erection being manipulated by my fingers, which sent another shiver up and down his body because it was kind of erotic to see himself getting sexually worked over.
My hand was shoved beneath his pajama bottom and underwear creating a large enough gap for him to see and left nothing hidden from his angle of view. I could see his eyes flaring outwards as he ignored the ugly discoloration of his body from the surgery and instead watched me slowly working his penis in an up and down jacking motion with my thumb and two fingers. The entire length and breadth of his erections was so slicked up with sweat as if he had lubed himself up creating an even more intense heightened sensuousness to my manipulations of his sexy love piston.
“Eeeeeeey,” He squeaked when I pinched the tip of his bullet shaped nozzle making him wince because I hadn’t been careful about it.
“Kiss me,” His voice croaked with me shaking my head.
“No, but maybe I can do something even better with my lips.” I smiled back wickedly.
“What,” he moaned.
“This,” I whispered back nuzzling his neck giving it a little nibble hearing him moan and shake because he enjoyed it.
“Yessss, very nice.” He sighed while I continued downwards until my mouth suckled along his dime sized nipple.
“Mmmmm…nice,” he exhaled and shivered because he never realized his little boy tit could be so sensitive.
“Eeeeeeey,” He squeaked again when I gave his teat nub a little nip hearing him giggle and then moan because my fingers began to slide up and down his erection again.
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy hot.” I hissed with my own sweat dampened erection throbbing between my legs while I let my lips glide down smoothly along his stomach pausing to run along his scar.
I was able to trace it gently with my lips because I could actually feel the slight crease. I could also smell the lingering antiseptic they used still clinging to his skin in that area as I kissed him in such a loving tender way. It was important he understood his little scar meant nothing to me as I lifted my head and gazed into his tear filled eyes.
“I love you so much Anatoli.” I whispered softly getting on my knees between his legs and slowly peeling away his pajama bottoms and underwear.
Anatoli didn’t even resist as tears spilled over the rim of his eyes to glide down the side of his cheeks. He was on his back and lifted up his hips allowing me to pull his clothes over his rounded butt cheeks before lifting up his legs so I could remove them completely. His sweat soaked pajama bottoms and underwear felt heavy in my hand as I tossed them over the side of the bed letting them drop to the floor. His skin glistened with sweat and his penis twitched around nervously between his legs. He was still completely hairless on his twelfth birthday, but he looked sexier now than ever before, his thin rod looking extremely red as if he had been rubbed raw already. I knew it was red from the combination of stimulation and heat as I leaned down and slurped up his slick sweat coated spigot into my mouth.
“Oh…oh…uhhh…fuck yes,” Anatoli hissed in his cute accent. “Your lips are so sexy hot…way better down there than a kiss.” He admitted squirming around erotically in my arms.
His penis had a tang of saltiness from all the sweat, but I liked the taste of him this way. Even his boy scent from between his legs was overpowering and much more earthy than usual because he was sweating so much from both the sensuous stimulation and heat in the room. His erection twitched around in my mouth as I reached between his thighs with my left hand using my thumb and fingers to wrap around his little coin purse fiddling around with his warm sweaty nuggets. I began compressing and releasing my thumb and fingers together in a rapid gentle kind of manner as if I were crazily honking one of those bike horns feeling his two little golden trinkets bouncing around giddily like ping pong balls in their membrane covered enclosure. Anatoli’s soft giggles seemed to chime merrily along the walls of the small warm enclosure.
The pointing finger on my right hand slithered between his damp butt cheeks and slowly rimmed his little virginal shuttered brown eyelet. I could feel Anatoli’s sphincter clamping shut firmly momentarily his butt cheeks also tightening up before relaxing as if inviting me inside. My penis lurched with anticipation and for a moment I thought about pilfering the sexy twelve year olds’ boy virginity because of the invitation, but firmly shoved it aside. I instinctively knew Anatoli would gladly give me his hot little boy cherry, but I couldn’t do it. This was something for him to keep and share when and if he was ever ready so it would be something very special. This was not something I would steal away from him like one of those blue collared embezzlers cheating those who were closest to him out of their entire life savings.
I had come to terms about having sex with the younger boy realizing the two of us shared something unique as ‘Other Brothers,’ but I drew the line at actually taking all of him in the carnal sense and cheating him out of the most precious gift he had to offer someone special. He’d willingly give it up to me, just like I knew I’d do the same for him if he wanted it, but I wasn’t going to take it like this because he deserved better from me.
Right now he needed to be pleasured and loved, but in a way appropriate to the situation. He was still young and new to all of this so it was my responsibility to do right by my ‘Other Brother.’ I could sense the need inside of him so I was willing to give it to him despite me being involved with Dane. I knew my boyfriend would understand, and I have finally come to terms with the type of relationship I shared with Anatoli. So this I could willingly do for my little birthday boy, my ‘Other Brother,’ and I intended to make sure he was pleasured properly and in a gratifying and satisfied way.
He’s only had one orgasm his entire life and that was a few days before he got sick. He was ripe and ready now, needing to feel the intensity of youthful rapture once more so he could be like a normal boy his age. I had finally guided him from the last vestiges of his childlike youthful ignorance a couple of weeks ago transitioning him from an innocent boy to one of a budding prepubescent sexual being. If he hadn’t gotten sick he would have been in full swing of his personal sexual awakenings, but he had been forced to take a small pause, and now his young tormented body was ready to take up the staff once more and journey into the realm of complete boy sexuality.
He was ripe for the plucking and I knew it wouldn’t take much as I sensed the pressure rapidly building inside of him just by the way his body was beginning to tense up. My lips slid easily over his slicked up spigot masturbating his small prepubescent two and a half inch long spout, suckling it, urging it to give up its dormant volcanic essence. I could sense something momentous was about to happen as his extremely hard sleek penis writhed in my mouth and slowly swelled until it became surprisingly plump. The last time when he had an orgasm it did not get so bloated, but this time it felt much stouter with his little helmet at the tip inflating. My tongue ran along the span of his shaft and I could feel a thick vein pulsing and throbbing on the bottom left side along the entire length. I knew this was it so swirled my tongue around his swollen helmet and flicked the tip of it between his small pee slit.
Anatoli writhed around erotically, the sweat dripping from his squirming body. It was really warm in the room, but at the moment he was focused on something completely different. For some odd reason he had woken up a little while ago in the middle of the night feeling a bit dizzy and disoriented and very dismal. He never woke up like this, but lately he was feeling so emotionally out of it. One minute he was giddy and happy, and the next moment a sudden sadness would creep inside of him in a way that was overwhelming.
Anatoli knew if it weren’t for the older boy he’d be a total mess by now. He had felt bad knowing the older teen’s wrestling days were over, but Robby had insisted this wasn’t the case making him feel better. Then his friend had even given him such a wonderful gift, one in which had such sweet meaning for both of them, yet he had almost ruined it. The sketch had reminded him of how he used to be and once more a tremendous guilt and loss consumed him forcing him to feel sorry for himself. He thought the surgery had left him scarred and repulsive, yet here was Robby once more showing such tenderness and love in the most intimate of ways.
It made Anatoli feel beautiful about himself once more as the older boy managed to strip him naked despite his shyness about his ugly surgery scar and yellowish green bruising all over his body. He had managed to get a kiss out of the older boy, but when he wanted more Robby refused knowing how dangerous it was in the aftermath of his transplant surgery. Instead, the older boy had put his wonderful lips to better use in a pleasing way for the younger boy, which had him squirming in delight recalling just how wonderful their sex play had been only a few weeks earlier.
The sex had been absolutely wonderful and Anatoli had planned on exploring more on his own, but had fallen sick so never got another chance. Now here was Robby once more forcing those intense feeling all throughout his body. He could feel the older teen’s lips engulf his small boy erection while his fingers fiddled with his fleshy sack. The teen’s fingers squeezed and jiggled his little hacky sack making his little marbles bounce around like a bunch of change being shook around in a loose bag. It made him giggle because it sort of tickled in a different kind of way.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Robby poking around between his sweaty butt cheeks, but it had also been wonderful so he immediately relaxed. The sensation of wanting the older teen to stick his hot sexy rigid thin nail up his butt flittered in his thoughts making him quiver lustfully wondering if something like this were even possible. The overwhelming sense of love engulfed his entire insides and he felt something quickly begin to rise from within his deep innermost depths. He could sense what it was, having experienced it once before, and welcomed it.
Robby’s moist lips all over his immature boy stalk felt astonishingly amazing, and he could feel himself swelling up even more inside the warm dampness of the older teen’s mouth. It stretched his youthful sprout to its fullest in an almost painful kind of way, but he could sense the rush of relief coursing through his insides. It bubbled up from the recesses of his dormant core until it suddenly blasted outwards in the most explosive way. The event reminded him of a documentary he watched on Yellowstone and what would happen if that super volcano ever erupted.
Anatoli was right there and I braced myself for the inevitable just as the younger boy suddenly lurched, his body tensing up.
“O…oooooh…uuumph.” He squeaked in an initial warning.
My groping fingers on his testicles felt them coiling tightly upwards everything contracting and caving inwards. His damp butt cheeks clamped down around my right finger and his penis actually vibrated lurching around in my mouth. Then I felt it, the small splattering wetness against my tongue. It wasn’t a lot, basically a tiny drop worth of Anatoli’s virginal essence, but the flavor exploded all across my palate with my mouth greedily suckling on his swollen binky for more. Of course this being his first it simply didn’t have any more to give. My lips slurping on his sensitive sprig only set him off more as he screeched for a split second shattering the silence before clamping clamping a hand over his mouth and grunting.
“Eeeeeeeey…arggh, uuumph, uuuuuuumph, oooomph, uuuuhngh, uhhh, uh.” He gasped trying to suck in air his body writhing around as sheer rapture ran its course through his small body.
If he was sore before I knew this would probably catch up to him later. I worried about it a little, but knew his body was healed up enough to handle it for now. He probably would have to take it a tad easy for a bit, but his body was young and he was recuperated enough from surgery to handle it.
His penis was still hard in my mouth and quivered around wildly, but it was no longer as thick now since it had released its precious and tasty smoothie in my mouth. My left fingers continued to knead his testicles as they roiled around in protest while his body continued jerk and jolt in boyish rapture. Letting his slicked up seedling slip from between my lips I got up on my knees removing my right hand from beneath his butt and began masturbating his over-sensitized sprig.
“Oh fuck,” Anatoli objected scrunching up his flushed face because now it was starting to hurt. “Please…fuck…no Robby.” He hissed moaning in protest. “It…it’s too much.” He wheezed and began squirming around trying to recuperate from his intense orgasm, but I wasn’t allowing his erection to go down as I began to furiously jerk him for all I was worth. “Robby,” he squeaked again.
“Shhhh, you can do this Anatoli, just relax and let it happen. I just need a little more from you…just let it happen,” I urged him as my two fingers and thumb on my right hand continued to stroke his still rock solid two and a half inch erection while my left fingers gently squeezed his testicles urging them to let go of just a tad more.
The younger boy couldn’t believe how incredible his orgasm felt this second time around. A few weeks ago he didn’t think it could get any better, but Robby had managed to do just that for him. Such a wonderful euphoric sensation exploded outwards from somewhere deep inside of him, the sensation overwhelming all of his senses as if everything came screaming out of that small little tube from between his legs. How something so small can make a boy feel so wonderful was beyond him as he had grunted and moaned in sheer ecstasy. He was beginning to enjoy the immediate aftermath of his glow, his still rock solid hard nail vibrating in the immediate after effects of his orgasm, but then Robby had suddenly spit out his penis and began to manhandle him.
The additional stimulation once more sent his body into orbit, but it was way too intense and too soon already making it a bit painful. He had protested but the older boy wanted more. Anatoli was desperate to please his ‘Other Brother;’ especially, since the teen had been so tender and loving providing him with this much needed attention. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy what the older boy was doing to him. At first it was too much, but once he allowed himself to once more immerse himself in the pleasurable act of sex his body adjusted and he could feel another rise roiling deep down in the depths of his groin.
Once he recognized it and focused on the euphoric aspects of it, the sensation once more took on a life of its own. Soon he felt it spreading outwards towards all his nerve endings as it rebounded and once more joined together before seeking out the one outlet of release. Once found it seemed to surge through the short tunnel and freedom.
Watching Anatoli closely I could tell he finally allowed himself to give in and experience something rare; a second orgasm as it quickly built inside of his tiny body. I wanted this so badly for him that I took extra care so as not to burn his rigid spike. I didn’t want to take the chance of rubbing him raw because it would sting afterwards making him even more uncomfortable. I would have paused a moment to find some sort of lubricant to place on his steel nail, but he was sweating so much his erection was coated and slicked up enough so long as I was careful not to be too tight fingered on his sensitive sprig.
Once the younger boy warmed up to the idea his body immediately allowed for things to progress in a natural way. He was quickly climbing back to an apex when suddenly he once more grunted and his body stiffened up for a second time within a mere few seconds apart. His orgasm slammed into his young body and I felt his penis quivering in my fingers while his testicles tightened into a tight ball trying to squeeze out what little they had to offer.
“Uuuuh, uuh, aaaaah, uuumph, uuumph,” he moaned his entire face turning red and glistening with sweat.
Right when Anatoli’s body stiffened up I adjusted my grip and slowed down my jacking motions careful to leave his puffy purplish blue glans exposed. Wrapping my thumb and finger around the root of his shaft, where it sprouted from his pale blank slate, I gently squeezed his erection from the base and traveled upwards towards the top of his little nub. Then it happened, a tiny little clear like droplet pooled on the very tip of his little slit. Holding his erection in a tight grip just below the ridge of his deep purple mushroom I carefully ran the tip of my left pointing finger starting at the front part of his pee slit scooping up the little blob on the edge of my finger.
“Eeeh…oh fuck,” Anatoli jolted shoving my hand away now because he was really sensitive down there as he crashed back on the mattress and curled up on his side.
The younger boy was completely spent from his double orgasm as his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped for air. His chest rose and fell in quick successive shallow dips while his wheezing rasped and rattled around in his lungs. Carefully I settled back down next to him giving the boy a few second to recuperate. Slowly he rolled on his back his swirling blue eyes fluttering open.
“Oh my god,” He continued to gasp gulping for air. “That was…uh…it was fucking fantastic. I didn’t think I had it in me so soon after…,” he sighed, the reality of his surgery once more settling in.
I didn’t give him time to ponder on it. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.” I whispered softly with Anatoli not even questioning me since he was still a bit out of it.
When he closed his eyes and opened his mouth I slipped the little bead coated finger into his mouth wiping it on the tip of his tongue. Anatoli instinctively closed his mouth, but I was expecting it so had immediately removed my fingers only wanting to leave behind his tasty little treat. Sticking my finger into my own mouth now, I cleared the rest of the remaining little wetness from his virginal seed watching the boy’s face as he rolled his tongue around and opened up his eyes gazing towards me. His face scrunched up as the familiar sort of taste exploded on his palate. It was only a small little droplet of clear substance, but loaded with lots of sweet honey like nectar flavoring.
At first he didn’t understand, but when the uniqueness of the flavor began to take hold he began to realize what had happened. He had tasted cum before, mine, but it was different from what he currently had swirling around on his tongue. Mine had been a bit more mature with a tangier earthy flavor to it. I had just tasted his moments earlier when his first blast had tickled across my tongue. It had only been a tiny drop as well, slightly more than what he had in his mouth now, but it had exploded with such honey sweet like nectar undertones that it was amazing. I had tasted both Dane’s and Gabe’s virginal nectar and they all were sweet, but somehow Anatoli’s seemed uniquely different and way more flavorful along my palate. It was a true gift he had given me and one I would treasure forever.
“Oh my god…was that…did I just…,” the curly boy squealed excitedly pulling me towards him and giving me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “This is so amazing.” He smiled at me pleased he had squirted for the first time.
“Yup it is official…you are now a little squirt, and on your birthday to boot.” I crooned enjoying this moment with the boy who suddenly beamed proudly at this momentous occasion.
“Yeah, and to think, it was you, my ‘Other Brother,’ who made it happen. You’ve made me so happy Robby.” The adorably cute little guy crooned giddily as he settled his head on my shoulder running his fingers across my chest and stomach giggling when my testicles contracted and my erection jolted like a little handgun.
Reaching down he wrapped his fingers around my as of yet ignored little loaded weapon slowly working my piece as he began jacking my bore-holed barrel. I haven’t been serviced since the surgery even though I’ve had the opportunity so I could feel my insides immediately begin to roil ready to explode. It wouldn’t take a whole lot to have me spewing all over the place as I now groaned and whimpered reaching down and wrapping my hand over his small fist.
“Anatoli…please,” I whispered softly his eyes darting upwards and gazing at me intently.
“I…I thought you were alright with us…I mean…you know.” He asked hesitantly a bit puzzled by me now holding back and not allowing him to pleasure me like I had done with him.
“I am…I mean it’s just,” I sighed reaching out and running the back of my fingers across his cheek while he waited for me to explain.
He was just so adorably cute and if he really wanted I’d let him pleasure me, but he deserved to at least know why I was holding off. “Anatoli, it’s just now I’m with Dane and we haven’t…I mean since the surgery I haven’t done anything…the two of us…together…you know.” I tried to explain.
“What…but why…does it still hurt or something. I mean I still kind of hurt too, but I can say for sure it wasn’t an issue. So if you are worried you can’t…um…you know.” He giggled looking down at my erection before glancing back at me and demonstrating what he wasn’t saying by allowing his fingers to close before opening up as if there was an explosion.
It was too cute and funny at the same time making me bust up laughing. “No, I’m sure everything works just fine. Even now I can feel it…um…you know. So no it isn’t that I’m afraid of it hurting or anything, and no I’m not afraid that I wouldn’t be able to…um…perform.” I added blushing because it was kind of weird talking to him like this.
“Then what is it?” He asked curiously.
Shrugging my shoulders I couldn’t answer it specifically. “I can’t explain it Anatoli. I mean Dane and I have been…you know intimate since the surgery with me giving him…I mean performing…um…well you get the idea.” I sighed running my fingers through his curls surprised I was talking to him about something so intimate.
“Yeah, alright so if you are pleasuring him why isn’t he doing the same for you?” He asked bluntly catching me a bit by surprised since for all practical purposes Anatoli was still so young and new to all of this.
“Um…it’s not him,” I defended my boyfriend. “I mean he wants to…it’s just…I wasn’t ready…you know.” I sighed with Anatoli shaking his head and shrugging his shoulder.
“I still don’t get it.” He answered honestly, but seemed to accept it while I smiled appreciatively.
“I can’t really explain it except to say I just want it to be special. I’m ready, but I’m just looking for the right time between me and Dane.” I told the younger boy as he once more reached down running his fingers over my erection, but more because he enjoyed feeling me in his hands than trying to get me off.
“I really care about you a lot Anatoli and I’ve sort of come to accept what it means for us to be “Other Brothers.” It’s why I don’t mind having sex with you even though I’m with Dane. I talked to him about it and he understands so it is alright with him too. So if you really want to…um…you know, I wouldn’t mind and let you have some fun too with my…um…equipment.” I chuckled nervously seeing the younger boy’s gaze immediately flitter up into my eyes as he suddenly let loose a big laugh holding his stomach and wincing trying to calm down.
“Shit Robby you are just such a goofball.” He quipped making me laugh because it sounded so funny coming from a boy who isn’t an American and with a thick Eastern European accent to boot.
When we both settled down he ran his hand over my stomach. “No, I can wait until you have your special moment with Dane. I enjoy doing sex stuff with you Robby, but I understand you have a boyfriend now so we don’t need to do stuff together.” He replied smiling at me before focusing on my stomach. “I don’t even see your scar anymore.” He sighed as he reached out and fluffed up some pillows before rolling on to his back in a reclining position inspecting his own body.
“Damn, my stomach is already cramping up a little,” he sighed running his finger over his scar. “Hopefully you haven’t made me too sore for tomorrow.” He chuckled blaming me for his soreness now as he punched me lightly in the arm.
“Well, I’ll just have to remember that next time around when you need some servicing.” I teased back with him glaring at me before shaking his head and giggling.
“Fair enough,” He replied watching me as I got up and made my way out of the room and into the hallway.
When I came back a few moments later I noticed Anatoli’s questioning look. “Dad had the thermostat all the way up and it is way too hot. I turned it down. Come-on we better try to get some sleep. It’ll be cooler here in a few minutes so hopefully we will be able to get some sleep.” I explained crawling back into bed with Anatoli.
Setting his birthday gift on the floor, I reached out turning off the light and cuddled up with his sweaty slicked up body. We were both still coated in a fine sheen of sweat, but it didn’t bother us because we both preferred the close bodily contact. I pulled the blanket over us knowing it would be cooling off here in short order as I inhaled his heady scent. Despite the heat both of us were soon fast asleep; the exhaustion of the day and our extra curricular activity finally overcoming our youthful energetic bodies.
Morning arrived way too soon for my liking even though my glance toward the small clock indicated it was half past nine already as I slowly stirred awake with an overcast kind of gray light filtering through my windows signifying it was going to be another cold dreary day outside. What wasn’t so dreary was the slumbering profile of my beautiful ‘Other Brother’ still sleeping soundly next to me. Sometime in the night we had shifted around a little with him rolling on to his back. The blanket covering up his body had that typical little rounded mound right where you’d expect making me smile as I recalled our little sexual escapade last night. The younger boy performed magnificently for only his second time out of the gate so to speak. Damn, but he was just so sexy hot and finally coming into his own on his twelfth birthday. There was no denying his sexual sensuousness in the biblical sense anymore.
The room had finally cooled off, but it wasn’t cold or anything, just sort of comfortable as I lifted up the covers and gazed down at Anatoli’s nakedness. Despite the ugly bruising along his abdomen and the sort of reddish angry cut that began just above his groin he was still so damn sexy hot. His soft two inch sprig sprouted in an outwards angle from the root of his smooth pubic mound poking upwards from his body. I could see the small hollow like little indentation around the base of his shaft as my eyes shifted about a quarter of an inch up just on the edge of that concave ring now focusing on the tiny little freckle like fleck. The hollow indentation was something typical in most boys his age that still didn’t have any hairs along the root of their little youthful stalks.
Last night after our sexing his penis had developed an angry sort of reddishness coloration to it. Some of it had been more natural due to the stifling heat and confinement under the sweltering cottony material of his night clothes, while the main reason for the ruddy rawness of his love tool was because I had worked his utensil to its utmost heightened sexual state. I only hoped I hadn’t rub him raw last night as I now gazed at the apparent more normalized pinkish pale coloration of his nozzle and shaft before easing the blanket off of his naked torso.
The younger boy’s breathing continued in a steady intake and exhale of air, his chest rising and lowering in an easy kind of gate. He was overwhelmingly beautiful as I ran my fingers across his chest noticing the small little goose bumps forming along his skin. My fingers traced their way downwards and ran lightly over his small scar as I took note how for the most part it was relatively smooth. It was already healing nicely, and within a few weeks I was fairly certain most of the bruising and redness would be gone.
My fingers lingered along his scar before moving downwards over his pale smooth pubic mound. He was still completely hairless down there and didn’t even have any of those pale fine strands of filaments that I could detect making me wonder just how long it would last. The boy was most definitely entering puberty, the little wet droplets he provided as a treat last night left very little doubt about it, but still he seemed a long ways away from actually sprouting any pubes. Time would tell I suppose as I reached out with my pointing finger flicking it up against his soft little boy penis and watched the two inch worm flop around.
Smiling, I played around with the soft twig, twiddling it about, enjoying the opportunity since it staying soft was a rare thing. I poked, prodded, and flicked at the small sprout completely entranced at how the modest sized soft spongy like stalk rolled around all rubbery like. It was yielding to my probing as it lolled around against my finger not even getting hard. The boy had a small ring of loose flesh circling his shaft just below his mushroom glans which I thought was really fascinating.
The loose skin wasn’t thick around like the corona of his mushroom shaped glans, but it was pushed up against the base of it and looked kind of cool as my thumb and finger pinched the loose flabby skin lightly. I tugged on the fleshy membrane pulling it outwards and stretching it while watching the tip of his penis bending towards me. I released the skin watching it once more bunch up against the base of his glans. I had noticed on the occasions when he got hard the skin would stretch out smoothly without any wrinkling, which I thought was way cool with how that sort of worked.
Overall his penis was kind of small, but he did just turn twelve so it wasn’t like the thing was puny or anything for his age. I figured it was probably fairly typical for a twelve year old boy going through that transitional state. As a matter of fact it did seem to be slightly bigger from when I had first seen him naked lying on my couch all those many months ago; the first time he spent the night at my house this past summer. His erection had been about two and a half inches long back then with his little softie about a half an inch shorter, but now the soft penis I was currently poking around seemed about two and a half inches long. Last night I hadn’t paid too much attention to the size of his erection because it was way smaller than Dane’s and I was more focused on being sure to pleasure him properly, but it most definitely had felt way thicker than I had recalled the first time I had suckled on it a couple of weeks earlier. Curious now, I gently picked up his soft penis in my fingers and thumb, slowly stroking his length trying to wake it up.
Anatoli sighed and whimpered softly in his sleep as his body reacted instinctively by curling up in a more protective manner for a few seconds. Then something must have registered in his subconscious mind because his body relaxed again and his legs naturally spread slightly outwards giving me more access. He had a small light brown colored modest sized sagging smooth boy sack which didn’t hang much but wasn’t tight either as it now settled between his slightly outward bent legs. It too seemed to have gotten a bit bigger with me recalling how it used to be about the size of a ping pong ball with small grape sized testicles in his soft silky pouch. Now it looked more about the size of a hacky sack with the same sort of soft yielding fleshiness.
Slowly his penis stirred awake until it fattened up and stretched out to its fullest length with a thick blue vein running along the bottom and left side of his shaft. I smiled happily because not only was he squirting, but he had most definitely grown a little down there, something he would be happy to know. It hadn’t really gotten all that much bigger by a long shot, but it was at least about a quarter of an inch bigger maybe slightly more so just under three inches long now. It was also a bit broader as well, the boy’s moaning at being sexually stimulated bringing me out of my musings.
Exhaling, I stopped jacking him watching how his penis rapidly deflated and bunched up softly against that hollow like ring on his pubic mound. My body shivered because I truly did appreciate and love how a boy’s penis looked, and his was undeniably so damn sexy hot. It made me horny to have Dane in my bed now so we could make some sweet love together. My boulders began to ache in the beginning stages of blue balls while my hard basilisk pulsed and thundered along with my heart beat as the skin around my tubular girth stretched out tightly. Last night with Anatoli made me realize I was now ready for Dane, and my body yearned for the sweet sexual release he could provide me.
Ignoring my teen lustful yearning I nuzzled my face into the crook of the blond boy’s neck. Anatoli’s scented loose curls tickled my nose when I breathed in his budding teen youthfulness noting the headier like fragrance. He was slowly evolving in various ways into his pre-teen stage where he was still clinging on to his prepubescent boyhood and straddled the fence precariously while his body teetered lopsidedly towards adolescence. He was at the cusp of transition; where he would leave behind his boyish sexual innocence and claim his rightful inheritance by boldly embracing his teenaged pubertal sexuality.
Exhaling softly I kissed the boy’s warm cheeks giving him a gentle shake to wake him up. “Come-on sleepy head wake up.” I urged the boy tossing the blanket over his naked body to cover him back up before climbing out of bed. “It’s late and I’m sure dad will be coming in with your meds here pretty quick since you should have taken them half an hour ago already.” I added making my way towards my dresser drawer and pulling on a pair of boxer briefs just as I heard a light tapping on the door. “Yeah, come on in.” I spoke up knowing it had to be my dad.
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End of Chapter Twenty Two
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