I
noticed his frequent passing, through my front window and chanced intercepting
him one day. Timidly he approached, those cautious eyes inquiring. I made small
talk, eventually getting to the topic at hand.
By Chris Carr
Copyright © 04/28/2005
The holidays came without fanfare. Dinner at my brothers with his "extended" family of children and stepchildren. Two of his boys are within a couple years of each other but share no blood as they’re stepbrothers. They share the same room however and observing how stunningly attractive they both are, it makes me wonder how many other things they might "share".
I had brothers once, many a year ago. The oldest just turning 15, he was a rich mahogany brown with a broad nose, and cautious eyes. A mere 17 myself, I was perpetually horny, my appetite for new meat insatiable.
I
noticed his frequent passing, through my front window and chanced intercepting
him one day. Timidly he approached, those cautious eyes inquiring. I made small
talk, eventually getting to the topic at hand.
"You like girly magazines?" He allowed a shrug but I could tell he was interested. Running inside I returned with said magazine, allowing him to thumb through it.
The sun heading into its slow descent, it was a cool evening. A bi-plane passing overhead, its whirring engines emitting a low rumble, he slowly looked up.
"Wanna come inside?" Another shrug.
When I think back on LeRon, I remember his smooth form, so slight he looked more 14 than 15. I see his luxurious, dark skin, his smallish nipples and coarse patch of pubic hair. Like the archeologist, savoring his latest find, I lingered over him, my hand passing gently over his toned chest, his taut stomach.
He flipped and I stroked. As if nothing else mattered, he flipped pages in the magazine, right through my pulling his shoes, socks and pants off. When he lay naked, he still studied the magazine, ignoring my fawning.
His dick stood solid, thumping softly to the beat of his racing heart. I passed it through my hand, stroking for so long, I worried he’d chafe. Retrieving the family jar of Vaseline, I lubed him up, his toes wiggling excitedly to the new sensation.
Several minutes later, he was still wickedly hard but no closer to release. By then he’d stopped studying the magazine, instead propping on his elbows to watch me stroke. A rigid column of boy hardness, his dick stood almost 7 inches tall, smooth, like black onyx.
Staring intently, his hips started to wiggle, then rise, meeting my down thrusts. His eyes widening, it was as if he’d never come before....
Not ten minutes after I’d sent him away with the promise of more if he agreed to tell no one, I noticed another boy, idly passing back and forth. An obvious younger version of LeRon, he wandered past my yard several times, his big eyes trained on the door.
Fearing he’d draw attention from the neighbors, I opened the door and motioned at him to approach. Unlike his brother, he almost ran inside.
"You’re LeRon’s brother?" He nodded a sheepish yes. "He told you?" Another nod. So much for loyalty and honor. I could’ve killed him.
"What’s your name?"
"Allen."
"And how old are you?"
"13." I shook my head.
"What’d he tell you?"
With another sheepish grin, he replied, "that it was goooood."
I’d just satiated myself with LeRon, but this darling boy was so cute, I couldn’t resist. "He tell you what we did?" He nodded no.
"So you want the same thing?" He eagerly nodded his head....
"Take your pants down," I ordered. Without hesitation, he yanked both his pants and underwear down.
"Turn around..."
Pulling my dick out, I pushed Allen down in front of me. He looked at my hard inches, staring at it as I bumped it against his closed lips. Precum oozed from my dick, wetting his soft lips until, finally..