Part 1

They lay side by side on sun loungers by the pool of a nudist resort. They decided to try the place because they wanted to spice up their two-year relationship. Although they'd been warned that such establishments were rather stuffy, they thought it might at least be a way to further enhance their already quite adventurous sex life by seeing naked people of all body types and ages doing perfectly normal things without any scruples or shame.

“If you absolutely must know: I can’t decide between the little boy and the young girl,” he finally admitted, for fear of having said something that might completely turn her off.

“Seriously… I thought you were going to choose the chubby teenager with the big saggy tits or her skinny friend with the bushy pubic hair and no butt?” Krysten giggled after a brief hesitation, while casually smearing some lotion on her stiff nipples.

"If I had to choose, I'd go for the little boy. He looks old enough to have dry semen, and I'd love to feel it quivering in my mouth. On the other hand, his little sister looks like she's just the right age to feel and finger her tight pussy, and it would be especially delicious to come around my ears with those thin thighs."

Dylan's head snapped around and he stared at her, open-mouthed. She had encountered one of his deepest and most secret fantasies. Although they both occasionally enjoyed bisexual fun and experimented with others—men, women, and couples—she had never before mentioned such an intense interest in children, especially pre-pubescent children, even when they were engaged in their most passionate lovemaking.

Krysten grinned devilishly at him and threw a towel onto his lap to conceal his growing erection—something they had been made unequivocally aware was strictly forbidden in the resort's public areas. Then she stood up and stretched languidly, offering her grapefruit-sized breasts and stiff nipples to the blazing sun, letting them swing brazenly as she moved about in full view of everyone.

"Let's go back to the cabin," she whispered in his ear before picking up her things. "I really need to cum on your cock and tongue. Your cock looks like it's about to explode, and I don't want any of your delicious, creamy cum to go to waste."

Dylan walked with his arms laden with towels to conceal his throbbing erection. Krysten made matters worse as they walked to their cabin, brushing her left nipple against his arm while making lewd and suggestive comments about the various naked bodies of men, women, boys, and girls of all ages they passed, describing in graphic detail what she should do to each of them.

As they approached their hut, they noticed the man with the little boy and girl on the porch next door. The children stood before him as he generously and thoroughly applied lotion, carefully covering every square inch of their supple bodies from forehead to toe.

Dylan and Krysten stopped to watch as the boy openly massaged the lotion into his son's stiff, 15 cm, uncircumcised penis and tight scrotum, so that the tiny tip of the boy's penis peeked out from its fleshy sheath. While the man applied lotion to his son's front, the little girl turned her attention to his back and legs, dramatically smearing the lotion into his butt crack and around his small anus.

Then it was the little girl's turn. She grinned happily and spread her legs wide as her father generously applied the lotion to her flat pink nipples and thin thighs, before lingering on her smooth, hairless mound and boldly and repeatedly parting and probing her tight labial opening with a finger until the tip disappeared inside her.

When the boy seemed satisfied that both children were generously covered in lotion, he stood quietly while the boy and girl smeared the lotion all over his body as well. His five-and-a-half-inch uncircumcised penis stood erect as his son squirted lotion onto it, placed both hands around his throbbing penis, and began to stroke it slowly, steadily, and openly. While the boy did his part, the girl smeared a good amount of lotion on his dangling scrotum and spread even more between his buttocks and around his anus.

“Hi everyone. You must be the couple Annie said she rented the cabin next door for the weekend,” the man called out unashamedly and cheerfully, waving as he noticed Dylan and Krysten standing on the path, practically staring at him, while his children continued to blatantly caress his rock-hard cock and ass. “I’m Adam, and these two cuties are my son Jon and my daughter Taylor.”

“I’m Dylan… and this is… uh… my girlfriend… Krysten,” Dylan stammered, still holding an armful of towels over his bulging erection.

"It's so nice to meet you," Adam grinned warmly, stepping from his porch to within a few feet of Dylan and Krysten. "We always enjoy welcoming new guests, but this is obviously your first time here. You may have already had more sun than you bargained for, especially in some potentially uncomfortable places that will really start to hurt later."

"I brought all sorts of lotions especially for this," Krysten smiled unconsciously, licking her upper lip. She felt the burning sensation on her pale breasts and her mons pubis, which was exposed to the sun for the first time.

“Believe me, some of the natural remedies we’ve developed here over the years are far superior to store-bought products,” Adam chuckled, making no effort to conceal his fully erect penis or the way he lustfully and meticulously examined their two naked bodies. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll send the children over with some homegrown aloe that should quickly soothe even the worst burns.”

They thanked him and went into their cabin next door. Dylan threw aside everything he was carrying and turned to Krysten, whose throbbing, 15-centimeter-long cock was dripping with precum on the floor. She just grinned mischievously, fell to her knees, and took his cock almost completely into her mouth and throat in a single suck.

"You really want to lick the little girl's smooth, tight pussy until she screams, don't you?" Dylan croaked as he shoved his cock as deep as he could into Krysten's throat.

“Hmm, mphh,” she murmured, as she moved her mouth wildly up and down his throbbing shaft.

“I bet you want to suck the little boy too,” Dylan continued, as the inevitable eruption of his sperm in her mouth increased rapidly and unstoppably, “maybe while his father fucks you and you feel the boy’s dry sperm quivering in your mouth or ass.”

Krysten felt his cock throbbing in her mouth, squeezed his balls, rammed a finger into his ass, and slapped his swollen prostate. He came so hard and fast that his semen spurted from the corners of her mouth and her nose.

"Do you want all this and more?" she grinned mischievously at him as he pulled his limp penis out of her mouth and she stumbled to the sofa. "And I want to watch you do it too. Now stick your tongue in my pussy and a couple of fingers in my ass, or would you rather just watch me finger you?"

Krysten threw herself onto the sofa and spread her legs wide. Her smooth, shaved labia glistened with juice. Dylan knelt between her thighs and slowly licked her from her anus to her clitoris before taking the sensitive tip between his lips. She moaned and pressed her hips against his face as he slid three fingers into her dripping vagina and two into her anus, teasing her soft G-spot from both sides.

"Yes... lick my pussy... like you... want to lick the... little girl," she gasped, as her own climax built rapidly deep inside her cunt. "And suck... my clit... like... you... feel a little boy's cock... in your mouth... trembling... just like me."

Dylan's penis swelled again as he listened to her voice the taboo thoughts he longed to act out. The fact that she was so openly aroused by the idea of sexual games with these children drove him wild. Then she moaned loudly, wrapped her thighs around his head, and flooded his face and mouth with her vaginal fluid—her most intense orgasm in a long time.

•••••

“I told you that they like to do the same things as Mom and Dad,” said a small voice from the direction of the front door.

Dylan's head snapped in that direction and he saw the two naked children standing in the doorway. As he smiled weakly, they casually walked into the stall beside him, brazenly looking back and forth between his ejaculating cock and Krysten's oozing and still trembling pussy.

“You do that really well. Mommy doesn’t make so much noise or squirt like that,” the boy said casually, as Krysten opened her eyes and realized that the two naked children were standing only a few feet away from her and her dripping pussy.

“What...?” Krysten gasped, squeezed her thighs together and tried to cover her bare breasts with her arms.

“Oh, Dad said I should give you this for the sunburn,” the little girl continued to stare unperturbed at Dylan’s stiffening penis as he handed him a plastic bag containing some plant cuttings. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?”

“I don’t think so…,” Krysten began to object, before Dylan placed his raised hand on her thigh and pressed gently.

“Yes, that would be very kind of you. Please show it to us, as we have never used this stuff before,” he said, turning to the young girl. His erection was pointing straight down at her smooth, flat torso, above her tight vulva and below her navel.

“I need a knife to cut open the aloe,” smiled the little girl, her eyes fixed on Dylan’s stiffening tail, “and then you have to spread the sticky inside on all the sunburned areas.”

“Then come right here,” Dylan grinned, taking her hand and leading her to the table in the kitchen area. “Your name is Taylor, isn’t it? I’m Dylan. How old are you?”

“Am I seven and a half?” she said cheerfully as she spread the Aloe cuttings on the table, “my brother Jon is nine.”

As she spoke, Dylan found a rather blunt knife in a drawer and handed it to Taylor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Krysten quietly talking to Jon. From the way her nipples remained erect and her knees casually dropped apart, he knew Krysten was still intensely aroused. The way Jon's three-inch-long cock was sticking straight out. His hairless crotch, just inches from her left knee, was undoubtedly a major factor.

“First, you have to cut open the aloe and flatten it,” Taylor demonstrated for her as Krysten, and the nine-year-old boy stepped closer to the table and everyone else. “Then you scoop up the sticky stuff inside and smear it on the sunburned parts. Dad says to put a lot on those places that have never gotten much sun…especially between your legs.”

With Das, the seven-year-old dragged her hand through the sticky insides of the cut aloe and turned to face Dylan and Krysten with dripping fingers.

“It looks like you both need a lot of this stuff, since you are…” (She turned bright red all over, giggled, and extended her hand to Krysten.) “It’ll make your tits and your pussy feel a lot better.”

For a moment, Krysten just stared at the little girl's smooth fingers before turning to Dylan. When he smiled and nodded, Krysten took a step closer, and Taylor smeared the aloe over her smooth, reddening mound. The little girl moved her hand back and forth a few times over Krysten's mons, then very deliberately slipped a finger through the gap in her labia. Krysten stiffened and let out a soft moan.

“Feels good, doesn’t it,” Taylor grinned, her fingertip lingering on Krysten’s protruding clitoris before she turned to Dylan. “You’re… I need some of your thing too, or it’ll really hurt… later.”

At this point, Dylan's penis throbbed. Taylor gathered more aloe and then nonchalantly spread it all over his penis with both hands.

“You are a little leaky,” giggled the seven-year-old again as a drop of his precum stretched to the floor to squirt onto the top of her right foot.

For the next minute or so, Taylor casually but diligently massaged the aloe into Dylan's throbbing cock with her two small hands. He bit the inside of his lower lip to stop himself from ejaculating immediately, though the little girl didn't seem bothered at all by the steady drip of his precum onto her foot. Moving to his right, Jon slowly massaged some of the aloe into Krysten's tits and erect nipples. She moaned softly. Dylan could see that was all his girlfriend could do to keep her hands off the nine-year-old's stiff cock.

“It looks like you know what to do now,” Taylor giggled after another minute or so, her right hand wrapped around Dylan’s dangling ball bag, “but if you need more…um…help, we’re right next door. Come on, Jon, Daddy said he wants to take some more pictures of Mom before she gets here tomorrow night.”

That is to say, the two teenagers simply walked out the door. Dylan and Krysten didn't even move as they watched themselves walk away, their mouths moving.

“Did it happen? These kids are just doing what I thought they would?” Krysten finally murmured as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around Dylan’s penis and wiped away a bubble of precum with her thumb.

“Yes, a seven-year-old girl fingered your pussy and stroked my cock,” Dylan gasped, the climax rising in his cock and balls as the eruption approached, “and a nine-year-old boy played with your tits.”

“God, I thought I was dreaming and my knees almost buckled when she touched my clit,” Krysten moaned as she dragged Dylan onto the couch and leaned over the armrest to wordlessly invite him to fuck her from behind.

She lowered her head and Dylan reached around to pull and pinch her nipples stiffly as he rammed his throbbing cock into her dripping entrance. They were both so aroused that their orgasms were felt throughout both their bodies after just a few of his hard, furious thrusts.

Dylan I thought he heard a faint giggle from the direction of an open window just before he collapsed with his slime on Krysten's back, a softening shaft sliding out of her cunt canal in a veritable river of his sperm and her pussy juices.

• • •

“I think we need to talk,” Krysten murmured in Dylan’s ear afterward. They had sex again when they woke from a short nap. “After what? We were doing it earlier with those kids. I’m pretty sure we both have some. Things we haven’t shared yet.”

“OK, do you want to start or should I?” he asked, trembling slightly, as she wrapped her right hand around his limp penis.

“Go ahead,” she murmured softly before bending down to stab her tongue in her right ear. “I suspect what I have to say is a bit more complicated.”

He turned his head to ram his tongue into her mouth before pulling back and beginning to speak....

...&. You already know my brother and I are very close, even though we don't live near each other anymore. What I never told you was that he was the one who introduced me to sex.

I wasn't quite nine when I started getting serious hard-ons of the kind that needed immediate and pretty constant attention for relief. One day, when Dane was leaving, I rather clumsily started playing with myself and it got me.

He just laughed.

'What do you think you're going to do?' He grinned and sat down on the bed next to me, looking at my thin, three-inch-long penis. 'If you're going to jerk off, at least learn how to do it properly.'

Then he pushed my hand away and wrapped his fingers around my cock. I was instantly harder than ever before, and impulses of pleasure shot down my legs and up into my face. For a few minutes, he stroked me slowly but steadily until my whole body trembled, but nothing came out. That was my first time ejaculating dry semen.

'Now you owe me something,' he told me with an evil grin.

'We, you what?' I asked innocently.

'A handjob, of course, like the one I just gave you,' he explained, his grin growing wider as he slid down from his jeans and underwear, 'and I want repayment right now.'

He was almost sixteen, his penis was much longer and thicker than mine, and in my opinion, he ejaculated back then... He lay down on my bed, had me kneel beside him, and showed me how he liked his penis stroked. It took me a few tries, but he was unusually patient, I guess, knowing that years of such play lay ahead of us. Within minutes, his creamy semen sprayed into my face and covered my hands.

After those first handjobs, we gave each other one at least once a day, and usually two or three times, not counting what we did ourselves. A few months later, he let me suck his cock and introduce me to the feeling and taste of semen, which you know I still love to fill my mouth with to this day.

Around my thirteenth birthday, he decided he needed to practice fucking before getting serious with his new college girlfriend. So my ass became his practice hole.

Around the same time, my mother's sister asked me to babysit her six-year-old daughter a few times a week when she had to work late. I would go straight there from school and wait for Jeannie to come home. My aunt usually had something prepared for dinner, so all I had to do was feed Jeannie and watch TV while she was sitting down, and then give her a bath before bed.

About a week after I started, Jeannie was unusually playful that night and got all my clothes soaking wet, splashing me out of the tub. As I undressed down to my underwear, my penis began to swell. I was paying close attention to my cousin's naked body for the first time. She noticed the growing bulge in my underwear, especially when the head of my penis slipped out of my right leg opening.

'Let me see the lump, Dylan,' she begged me. 'You can already see me without my clothes.'

I thought, why not, and let my panties fall to the floor, since I needed them. I put them in the dryer with the other things anyway. She surprised me by stretching out the tip and touching it. Of course, since I had ejaculated, some of my precum had leaked from my penis and coated her fingers. Without even thinking about it, I slipped my hand between her legs and parted her tight slit with a fingertip. That was the first time I had sexually touched a girl or anyone other than myself, brother.

'Oh, that feels good,' she told me as her hand tightened around my cock, so I rubbed my finger back and forth in her warm slit while my cock throbbed in her hand, not having the slightest idea what I was doing. 'Hold on, Dylan's doing that

I started by shooting three or four spurts of watery semen onto her hand and breast just seconds after she moaned loudly and trembled all over. I explained a little about what we had done, my ejaculation, and she could tell her mother about it again and again.

'I'll never tell anyone, Dylan, but you have to promise me we will.' Again she surprised me by saying this, much to my joy and relief.

After that, she would undress and insist that I do almost the same as soon as she came home from school. We would cuddle together on the couch, and she would stroke me to one or two orgasms while I fingered her pussy. Sometimes we played together in the bathtub, and a couple of times I even got on the bed with her. I was totally amazed at how excited and wet a six-year-old girl's pussy could get when I was licking and fingering her at the same time.

I learned to swallow all my semen, although she could never take more than about half the length of my penis in her mouth. I even tried putting my penis inside her a few times, but it just didn't fit, and back then I had no idea about lube. A couple of times I ejaculated with the tip pressed against her entrance, so I probably shot a little bit of my semen onto her, even though I never actually fucked her.

After about a year and a half, my aunt changed jobs and they moved to another city. I still see Jeannie occasionally at family gatherings, but most of what I get from her now is a warm hug and a platonic kiss on the cheek.

Krysten didn't say a word the entire time Dylan spoke. When he finished, she leaned forward and gave him a passionate, tongue-twirling kiss.

“Assuming that jerking off, sucking, and even fucking your brother isn’t the unusual thing,” she finally murmured quietly, “you know, the whole ‘boys will be boys’ thing. Since you were at the most horny age when you played with your cousin, I can understand that. Actually, it sounded pretty damn hot, and I see why you were practically drooling over that seven-year-old today. So, all in all, I have no problem with any of that from your past.”

“Well, there’s one small thing I haven’t mentioned yet,” Dylan said gently, not meeting her eyes.

“Okay, okay, spill it,” Krysten told him sternly. “It’s time we both got passports so we can let it all out without consequences.”

“Well, um...Dane. And I am...he...still handsome...h...close,” Dylan stammered, his eyes averted.

“Meaning?” she demanded earnestly.

“Well, we still suck and fuck…from time to time…when we come together,” Dylan added cleverly, trying to gauge her reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Krysten sat back down on the couch without touching him, stared into the distance, and remained silent for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like a minute at most. He had no idea what she could say or do when she finally turned to look at him.

“OK, I can live with you sucking and fucking your brother anytime. The chance with an absolutely non-transferable condition,” she finally said quietly.

“Everything… Anything at all,” he whimpered, practically relieved, “just say it. I and I will do it.”

“I want to watch whenever you both suck and fuck,” she grinned devilishly as she squeezed his cock, “and join in whenever I feel the urge for two cocks filling my mouth, and pussy and ass at the same time.”

Part 1

My name is John (or Johnny, depending on who's speaking), I'm 27, and I have a wonderful "wife" (you get the quotes) Tracy, who is 28. We also have two wonderfully developing 13-year-old twins: Michael and Britney. If you've been doing the math, you know our family had an unconventional start. But before we get to that, a little background.

I grew up in a very conservative, very religious household. My father was a pilot, and my mother didn't work. This gave her plenty of time to watch my every move and seemingly drive me to church and back home every spare minute.

My parents had tried for years to have a child (through prayer, not medication), and I was their only successful attempt. Because of this, my mother was especially determined to protect me from "bad influences." I attended public schools until puberty, but then it became too risky, so I was homeschooled.

Everything changed radically when I was 13. I was just under 1.47 m tall, had messy blond hair, blue eyes, weighed 45 kg, and had only a few pubic hairs covering my penis, which was 10 cm long when erect. And it was often erect, which I recognized as a sign of sin… or a sign of wickedness… or something else evil.

Then one day there was a knock at the door, and my mother opened it. A woman and two teenagers were standing there. It turned out that my father had gotten the larger family he had wanted, but two members were living with a secret family.

And his mistress had had enough. The next week was mostly filled with alternating shouting and crying between my parents, and my mother often went to church. Then she decided she needed a break and moved in with her sister until she could forgive my father.

Space was at a premium, so Nathan, my father's other son, aged 15, slept in a bed in my room, and 14-year-old Tracy got a spot in the basement. My father's mother, Granny Peg, was moved into the guest room to look after us while my father was at work. Granny Peg didn't want to look after my father's "bastards" full-time, so they went to school while I was stuck at home with homework.

It was kind of exciting having Nathan in my room, although I didn't know why at the time. He had long, straight hair like me, but it was dark brown, matching his eyes. He was also at least 15 cm taller than me, and when I watched him get dressed, I noticed he had patchy chest hair around and between his nipples.

Dark hairs trailed like a faint line from his navel to his trousers. One night I woke to the sound of his sheets rhythmically moving back and forth. "Can't you sleep?" I whispered. "Sorry, man, I thought you were asleep and needed some relief!" he whispered, slightly annoyed.

"Redemption? What do you have to let go of?" I asked, completely confused.

"You know... salvation. Choke the chicken. Spank the monkey. Jerk off!"

"You... have a chicken?"

"Oh my God, man, don't you masturbate?"

"Nathan, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Playing with. Your. Cock."

I gasped, "I... don't think we should do that."

"Um, why the hell not?"

I flinched at his cursing, but also felt encouraged: "Because it's a sin, of course."

"You're so brainwashed, Johnny, it's just biology. And if you don't do it, you'll start having wet dreams."

"Wet dreams? Like peeing in the bed?" I didn't like that prospect.

"Yes, except it'll be sticky AND wet," Nathan mocked. "Do you want to have to explain that to Grandma Peg?"

“No, no!” I panicked.

"So you have to masturbate. Just take your penis and stroke it."

I pulled my trousers under the covers and saw that I had gotten an erection during the entire conversation.

I pushed too hard and screamed.

Nathan sighed and stood up to get a flashlight. "Okay, here, look." 

The light revealed his penis, which at that point was probably about 14 cm long, but seemed enormous to me. He leaned back and began moving his hand up and down. I tried to imitate his movements, my gaze remaining fixed on his penis.

"That feels really great, Nathan," I said.

"Just wait until you find someone to do it for you, Champion," he said.

"You mean people do that to you?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah, you know, when they don't want sex."

"Should I do it with you?" I asked with sudden boldness.

"Um, that would be kind of strange," he said, and paused.

“Oh, okay,” I said, feeling strangely rejected. I was silent for a moment.

“Okay, you can try it a little bit,” Nathan said, “but only so you know what it’s like.” And you mustn’t tell anyone.”

I almost jumped out of bed with excitement. I reached for his penis, which my small hand could barely encompass.

"Goodness, not so hard," Nathan winced. He loosened my fingers and moved them up and down.

When I got into the rhythm myself, his hands let go, he closed his eyes and began to moan softly.

"Damn, that feels really good, Johnny, don't stop."

I stroked his penis up and down for another minute before he groaned, "Oh yeah, here it comes, don't stop." I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was breathing heavily and seemed happy. Suddenly he tensed up, and white fluid spurted from his penis onto his stomach. He ejaculated five times before pulling my hands away.

"What is... this?" I asked.

"That's semen, and if you don't masturbate, it's sticky stuff." It comes out and stains the bedsheets. You might not be producing anything yet, but I bet it will soon."

I went back to bed and began stroking my smaller penis, just as I had done with his. I felt my body tense, just like his, and was excited and anxious that the white stuff would come out too. Suddenly I came close to orgasm, and it felt incredible, but nothing came out. I was disappointed, but Nathan had said it would come soon, and I trusted him.

I slept very well and was excited when Nathan came to bed the next evening and asked if I wanted to masturbate him again. He didn't ask me every night for the next few weeks, but I practiced a lot of masturbating him and then going to bed and doing the same to myself. Finally, one night I came and a small amount of the white, watery stuff dripped from my penis. I was so excited that I woke Nathan up to tell him. Half asleep, Nathan just said "great news" and rolled back over.

Shortly after, Nathan received a porn magazine from a school friend (a treasure from the pre-internet era) and looked through it while I gave him a handjob. I saw a picture of a woman taking a man's penis in her mouth and asked why she was trying to lick his cock.

Nathan giggled and said, "She's not licking it, she's sucking it. It's supposed to feel good."

It felt strange to me, but I liked making Nathan feel good. "I could do that to you too."

"I think that might be too much, Johnny. It's kind of strange, even though it feels good. And your mouth is quite small."

“It isn’t!” I said, quickly bending down and taking his 15 cm long cock into my mouth. Well, I probably only got 5 cm before I felt like I was choking, but I managed it. Nathan had told me to suck on it, which reminded me of a popsicle, so I pursed my lips and sucked.

“Oooooh,” groaned Nathan, “that’s not bad.”

I liked the idea that it felt good, so I kept going.

"Maybe you could try it with your tongue?" Nathan suggested.

I sloppily but determinedly swirled my tongue around, and Nathan groaned softly and murmured "damn." I continued for a few more minutes before he pulled me away and ejaculated.

"That was really awesome, thank you," he said.

Our routine intensified, alternating between sucking and caressing. I got better and better at it, and after a few weeks I could almost take half of him in my mouth. One night he forgot to pull me off him, and a large gush of semen landed in my mouth before I could ejaculate. It was a little salty, but not bad.

Unfortunately, Nathan soon said he had a girlfriend and lost interest in our game. I was still masturbating and now I was ejaculating significantly more myself. Not as much as him, but it felt great.

In fact, one night I ejaculated the biggest load yet when I unfortunately realized I was out of tissues. I quietly went into the bathroom and found... another tissue in the box, which hardly helped. I sighed and remembered we had loads of boxes down in the basement. Since Tracy was sleeping down there, I knew I'd have to be super quiet to catch her, but I figured I could manage.

As quietly as possible, I opened the cellar door and tiptoed downstairs to make no noise. As I approached the bottom step, I saw that a small bedside lamp was on and that Tracy wasn't asleep. In fact, she was lying on her back with her eyes open, and Nathan was on top of her, rocking back and forth. The next thing I noticed was his bottom, small but round, moving in a mesmerizing way. Then I realized that Tracy had a similar, lustful look in her face to the one I'd had when I'd caressed Nathan, and I realized this was the kind of sex I'd seen in the magazine. I knew it was wrong of them to do this sort of thing, but I couldn't help watching.

I retreated to a darker part of the stairs so as not to be seen and saw Nathan grunt, pull out of Tracy, and ejaculate on her stomach and tits.

I had never seen her breasts before, but now I knew they were a decent size for a 14-year-old, somewhere between an A and a B cup. Her nipples were very stiff and a darker pink than the pale skin around them. I also noticed that she had thicker pubic hair above her vagina than I did, but it definitely wasn't as thick as Nathan's.

As they collapsed, I crept back to my room and masturbated again, realizing too late that I still didn't have any tissues. Thus began a new nightly routine for me: I would pretend to fall asleep to wait until Nathan went downstairs, then wait a few minutes before following him and watching from the shadows. Several times I saw Tracy sucking Nathan's cock and wondered if she was better at it than me.

I also saw Nathan kneel between Tracy's thighs, which she seemed to enjoy, because she moaned softly until she writhed. Then Nathan put his penis inside her until he was ready to pull out and ejaculate. I often carried tissues with me so I could jerk off while watching. I felt like the luckiest boy and was in seventh heaven. Then, one night, I heard footsteps in the hallway approaching the cellar door, and I jumped down and under the stairs, just in time to escape Grandma Peg's gaze.

It was too late to warn Nathan and Tracy, who were caught red-handed, when Grandma Peg screamed. She ran upstairs while Tracy and Nathan both screamed. They quickly got dressed and ran upstairs. I waited a moment, ran back to my room, and jumped onto the bed as the screaming started. Grandma Peg had woken Dad, and although I couldn't hear them arguing from my room, I occasionally heard her shout "sinner" and "slut" at the top of her lungs.

Dad marched into my room and turned on the light, but I still pretended to be asleep. He grabbed a suitcase, threw a pile of Nathan's things into it, and zipped it up. Then I heard the car start and speed out of the garage. The next morning, it was just Grandma Peg and me at breakfast, and I knew I shouldn't ask any questions. When Dad came back later that day, he told me Nathan was gone and asked me to pack the rest of his things. I didn't want him to see me crying, so I hurried to my room to do the task. I packed everything except for one pair of his underwear, which I kept for myself.

I didn't see Tracy again for the rest of the day until I walked past the cellar door and she opened it a crack. "Did Dad go to work?" she asked.

"Yes, and Grandma Peg says she has a headache and is in bed."

Tracy opened the door, came out with a crimson face, and hurried into the kitchen. She got something to eat and drink, went back down to the cellar, and closed the door.

***

This went on for a while. Tracy avoided everyone and only sneaked out to get something to eat and drink, until one morning she came out again for breakfast. It was an uncomfortably quiet meal, and we had many uncomfortably quiet meals over the next few days before the tension gradually (but not completely) subsided.

My 14th birthday was in a few weeks, and since I didn't have any real friends, we were having a family dinner. Dad surprised us by announcing that my mother would be coming soon, which made us all nervous. She arrived with a Bible book for young men as a "gift" and asked how things were going at school.

After the cake, Mom and Dad went into their bedroom, where a long, intense conversation was clearly brewing. Grandma Peg said she was tired and went to bed early. Tracy and I were left alone in the study. Without thinking much about it, I blurted out, "I wish Nathan could have come." After a long, angry look from Tracy, I stammered an apology and added, "I know what... happened... but I don't think it was that bad."

"Did Dad tell you about this?!" she asked in amazement.

"No, I... sometimes... watched."

That didn't make things much better, and Tracy blushed with embarrassment. Desperately trying to think of something to say to cheer her up, I said, "I mean, Nathan and I did something too!"

Tracy's eyes widened in shock: "What do you mean by 'what'?"

Now it was my turn to be ashamed, so I looked down at my feet before confessing that I had sometimes stroked and sucked his penis.

Tracy was silent for a while before quietly asking, "But... he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, but I didn't mind! It was fun just playing with him!"

"Well, that was a bit selfish of him, but nice of you."

"Did you enjoy being with him?"

Tracy looked at me as if I were stupid and added: "Yes, of course, much more satisfying than just masturbating."

I was surprised to hear that she masturbated. I didn't think girls did that sort of thing, although to be honest, I had no reason to think otherwise.

“Come to think of it,” Tracy added, “Nathan did mention that it wasn’t the first time he’d received a blowjob from me.”

"You were definitely better than me!", I suggested, as if it were the compliment she wanted to hear.

"I assume you've never been given a blowjob?" Tracy asked.

“No,” I said sadly.

Tracy looked around and whispered, "How about I give you a blowjob for your birthday?"

My cock, now almost 13 cm long when hard, instantly sprang to life. I nodded vigorously and started fiddling with my jeans. Tracy pushed my hands away, pulled down my pants and underwear, and stroked my cock a few times. It was the first time anyone else had touched my cock, and it felt damn good. Then she bent down and put her mouth on the sensitive head, which felt incredible. In a single, gentle moment, she swallowed my entire cock as I thrust my hips forward. "Holy shit!" I whispered.

Tracy pushed her hair back and began bouncing up and down on my erection. I felt my testicles tighten and knew I was about to come.

"I'm going to come," I gasped, expecting her to pull out. She kept going, and soon I shot my load into her mouth. Tracy swallowed until I was finished.

"Good birthday present?" she asked, smiling.

"Hmm... not bad," I replied with a grin. She nudged me lightly in the arm as I tucked my penis away.

"Could you show me what else Nathan did?" I asked.

"Um... after last time, I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"We'll be more careful! Then we can be sure we don't get caught." I gave Tracy a pleading look.

“Listen, if the opportunity arises where we definitely won’t get caught… …maybe,” she replied.

I was determined to make this opportunity a reality.

***

As it turned out, this opportunity arose faster than I could ever have imagined.

Mom and Dad decided to go to a church-sponsored marriage retreat (obviously for failing relationships), which meant they had to be out of town for a few days. Grandma Peg had a women's service at church that Sunday night and was tempted to skip it so I wouldn't be alone. But I told her I could be home with Tracy for an hour when I was 14. I also told her that if I skipped, her group enemy would assume something was wrong at home, which was the height of church gossip. That convinced her, and I knew we had a good hour alone together.

As the garage door closed, I almost ran down the stairs and gasped on the landing.

"What's going on?" asked Tracy, looking up from her book.

“We have an hour alone, Grandma Peg has a church event, and I thought we could…” I pointed to the growing bulge in my pants.

Tracy thought for a moment and then shrugged.

I almost ripped my pants down in excitement, and she giggled: "Calm down, you sexy boy."

I jumped onto the bed, and she rolled around and gave me a short but firm kiss on the lips.

My hands wanted to reach between her legs, but she pulled them to her chest and said, "Start here," as she guided my hands to her 15-year-old's B-cup breasts. They were soft yet firm, and after I rubbed them as she had shown me, Tracy took off her tank top and bra. Looking closer, I noticed the small freckles and the deep pink, large areolas around her erect nipples.

"I want you to gently suck on each nipple," she said to me.

I placed my mouth on the first one and gently sucked on it, imagining it was Nathan's penis.

"Mmm, that feels good," Tracy moaned. I moved to the other breast while she guided my hand and gently played with her exposed nipple. We switched like that for a few minutes before Tracy started to take off her pants and panties. I saw her pubic hair again and caught my first glimpse of the cleft between her legs. The small outer folds were slightly darker than the surrounding skin. She guided my face down so that I was standing directly in front of her pussy.

She gently spread her legs, revealing the noticeably redder, slightly moist areas beneath. Tracy showed me her vagina and clitoris, then took my hand to demonstrate how much she enjoyed playing with them. I ran two fingers up and down her vulva as she moaned softly. Then I took one finger and began massaging her clitoris, which elicited even more intense moans from her.

"Now do exactly the same thing, but with your tongue," she whispered.

I was a little worried about the potential taste, but I carefully explored her vulva with my tongue. It seemed fairly neutral, so I repeated my finger movement, licking up and down.

“Shit,” Tracy breathed out, “now suck my clit.”

I took the small lump into my mouth as best I could, sucked on it, and let my tongue explore it.

“Yes, I’m coming right away, don’t stop,” she groaned.

I was afraid she'd come like Nathan did with white stuff, but I kept going, and her thighs closed around my head, and her breathing quickened. I felt her start to twitch around me and against my tongue, but nothing significant happened except for a little more wetness.

Tracy let go of me, took a breath and added: "Not bad for a beginner's experience."

I looked down and realized I had come without touching myself. Half of the sticky load had been absorbed into the sheet I was leaning against, the other half was drying on my chest.

Still hard, I asked: "So, should we now... you know... me put myself inside you?"

Tracy smiled: "I think that might be a bit much today, but I have another idea. Lie on your back."

I rolled onto my back and Tracy straddled me. I thought I was going to penetrate her after all, but she just rubbed her pussy up and down my cock. It was wet and slippery and felt really good. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and it only took a minute or two before I felt my orgasm approaching.

"I'll be right there," I said breathlessly.

Tracy didn't stop, and soon my load shot out of my glans, Tracy's pussy was right underneath it, so it only squirted onto my chest.

"That was... unbelievable," I gasped.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, especially because who knows when we'll have another chance!" said Tracy, which I sadly noted.

“Now go upstairs and pretend you’ve been a good boy when your grandma comes home,” she added.

I cleaned myself up and got dressed. I went to my room and grabbed the book my mother had given me, and when I heard the garage door open, I opened to a random page and pretended to be so engrossed that I didn't even notice Grandma Peg coming into the room.

“Oh, you scared me,” I said.

She nodded approvingly towards my book and said, "Don't disturb me, I'm just glad there was no trouble."

“Of course not,” I smiled, although I could feel my penis growing as I remembered the “trouble” I had just 15 minutes earlier.

***

To everyone's surprise, Mum and Dad returned from church and announced that Mum was moving back in. I was a little disappointed because I had less supervision from Grandma Peg, who was happy to be going home where she had less responsibility.

“We will also have weekly consultations with the pastor,” Mama added.

I realized this was an opportunity. I wanted to be alone with Tracy, so I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "This is great!"

Mom and Dad looked at me curiously, so I added, "Is it so bad to want a normal household with two parents, as God intended?"

I wasn't sure if Dad would believe me, but Mom smiled, and Grandma Peg's comment, "He read the book you gave him," helped me.

"I'm so glad to hear that!" said Mom, playfully rubbing my cheeks and giving me a sincere smile that almost made me feel guilty for my lie.

It wasn't easy to convince Mom and Dad to leave me alone for the counseling sessions with Tracy, but the timing was inconvenient for Grandma Peg's arrival, and I pointed out that if they came to church with me, they wouldn't have a chance to talk privately during the car rides.

After much hesitation, Mom agreed, but added that at the first sign of misbehaving at home alone, I would have an hour of quiet. Prayer
in the church during their sessions. Tracy gave me a quick wink when she heard the news.

The sessions were on Wednesdays at 5 p.m., and on that first Wednesday, I ran down to the basement and found Tracy naked with her legs spread. I went between her thighs and started licking her pussy with my tongue until she told me to calm down and slow down. I listened carefully and brought her to a satisfying orgasm. She returned the favor with her mouth and hands, and my
The first load sprayed almost instantly.

The second load took a little longer to come out, and my 12 cm long cock became very excited at the feeling of my half-sister's pussy rubbing up and down his shaft.

My loads seemed to be getting stronger, and instead of ejaculating the watery semen I'd been doing a few months ago, I was ejaculating thicker, white strands that reached up to my chest. I was pleased to see hair growing on my nipples and in the center of my chest, just like Nathan's. It was pale blond hair, but I was proud of it.

Wednesdays at 5 p.m. quickly became my favorite part of the week. On Tuesdays, I found it hard to concentrate because I was so excited, and my mother scolded me at least once for being distracted instead of doing my homework.

Tracy and I had started incorporating make-out sessions into our playtime. Deep kisses with her tongue surprised me the first time, as she explored my mouth. She also guided me to insert one, then two fingers into her and bring her to climax, which left my fingers soaking wet.

I hadn't actually "fucked" Tracy yet; I'd just leaned back and let her slide against me. That changed one Wednesday, though, when she leaned forward to kiss me, and her wet pussy slid forward, allowing the tip of my cock to penetrate her.

“I… um…” I began to say as her lips met mine. Tracy shifted her hips, and my 14-year-old cock was suddenly all the way inside her. She slowly lifted herself and sat back down, so I could feel her tight, wet pussy gripping my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and I groaned as my balls tightened and suddenly emptied themselves deep inside her. It was my second load of the session, but I’m sure it was even bigger than the first.

“Naughty boy,” Tracy said with a grin, not getting up and waiting to see if my cock would go down. Of course it didn’t, and Tracy quickly resumed riding me, a few drops of my semen dripping onto my pubic hair. A few more minutes, and I was ready to shoot another load deep inside her. I bit my lip as my cock throbbed, my semen erupting. Tracy pushed my cock away and knelt over my chest, so both my loads spilled onto my breasts. From that day on, we began to supplement our Wednesday meetings with sex, usually with her riding me, but sometimes with me on top.

I loved watching her face as my cock slid into her pussy, but not as much as I loved making her come. Of course, I was too naive and horny to think about the possible consequences of all the semen my young body was shooting deep inside her. And I guess Tracy wasn't thinking about it either. Not until our third month together, when, after my third load in an hour, she pulled away and fell silent. "I think... I'm pregnant," she said, almost whispering.

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Holy shit.

CHAPTER 1

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Hello, my name is Jake, and I want to tell you about a time when my sexual desires reached entirely new heights due to a situation I could never have foreseen.

I live with my wife Anita; she is 34, I am 37. We are both teachers at the local schools.

I teach 15- to 16-year-olds at a secondary school, while Anita teaches 7-year-olds at the local primary school.

We met at university, but unfortunately I was in my final year when she was starting her first year.

We live in a picturesque village in the English countryside, not far from Oxford. It's a very small village with only about ten houses, and naturally everyone knows everyone else. Our community consists mainly of middle-aged couples, two older families, and a younger family who happen to live next door to us.

Daniel and Olivia lived next door, were about our age, and had two beautiful nine-year-old twins named Toby and Elisabeth, although their parents called them Lizzie. I say nine years old, but they literally turned nine two weeks ago.

Anita and I liked the twins very much and were sometimes asked to look after them on Thursday evenings. We were always happy to help when Olivia's parents couldn't look after the twins themselves.

This is where this story begins: on the evening when I personally had to look after her because Anita had a conflict, even though I only had to look after Toby because Lizzie was sleeping at a friend's house.

Olivia brought Toby over at 7 pm.

"Thank you so much, Jake, for doing this. Toby has already had dinner and a bath. If you're staying here, please remember to take him home by 9 p.m. so he can go to bed. He has a time trial with his swim club tomorrow night, so I want him to sleep well. We should be back before 11 p.m.," Olivia told me.

"No problem, Olivia, I wish you and Dan a pleasant evening," I replied.

Toby ran right past me in his pajamas, ran into the living room with a quick "Hello" and jumped onto the couch.

I like to imagine that we are both active people. Anita runs about 11 to 13 kilometers a week, and I keep in shape by setting up our own little gym in one of our two guest rooms. I weighed about 73 kg.

I reckon Anita was probably 5 kg lighter than me and had an athletic A-cup chest, which was perfect for me since I love small breasts. She also loved pampering me with her Brazilian bikini wax, which suited her small breasts perfectly.

I liked to shave my pubic hair, which always made Anita laugh because she thought it made my penis look like a little boy's, even though it was 12 cm long and 10 cm thick when flaccid. I said goodbye to his mother and went into the lounge. There I saw him lying on the sofa, the remote control in his hand. "Okay, Toby, make yourself comfortable and find something to watch while I work a bit longer. Then we can watch a movie. Sounds good?" I asked. "Sounds good, Jake," he replied.

Toby was a very sweet little boy with light brown hair and matching brown eyes. I'd guess he was of average height and build for his age, but surprisingly athletic for a 9-year-old who was almost 10.

He was a member of the swimming club in one of the nearby towns, and I'm sure that had something to do with his physique. He was wearing Spiderman pajamas with a loose T-shirt and long pants. I went upstairs, changed into my casual clothes, and finished some of my remaining chores before going back downstairs. Even though I had a small child at home, I thought I'd still go without underwear, as I prefer the feeling of freedom when I'm not wearing any.

My casual clothes consisted of a loose T-shirt and shorts. I guess my penis was visible as I walked, but I was sure Toby wouldn't notice anyway. As I walked back into the living room, I saw Toby watching something on TV that looked like Brokeback Mountain. "What are you watching, Champ?" I asked, to see if he knew what it was.

“I don’t know, I found it while channel surfing. Something about two cowboys herding cattle,” he replied.

"Aha," I thought to myself and the others. Quite innocently, I asked what had happened so far. Toby explained the basics, but left out the most important aspect of the film, which he surely would have known, since he was quite engrossed in it.

Again, quite innocently, I said, "Come on, go to the front so I can come to you." He lifted his feet from the sofa so I could sit down, and then placed them on my lap.

It wasn't long before things got heated again between Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, the two actors playing the cattle herders. I saw out of the corner of my eye how fascinated Toby was by the two male actors kissing. 

“I really don’t think this is appropriate, Toby. Maybe we should turn the tables.” I tried to sound responsible. He reacted with disappointment, saying they had only kissed and it wasn’t a big deal.

For some reason, my crutch started tingling, and when I felt my penis getting harder, I decided to leave the room temporarily. "Okay, you can watch a little longer. Want some popcorn?" I asked. He nodded and continued watching the movie. I went into the kitchen, just in time before my semi-truck would have been noticed as I walked past it and left the living room. I bent over the kitchen sink and looked at my reflection in the window. "What the hell! Shit, what do I do now? Should I let him keep watching? What if I get a hard-on while I'm lying on the couch with him?"

I shook off the thoughts, put the popcorn in the microwave, and waited a few minutes until it was done. I peeked around the door and was surprised to see Toby fiddling with his pajama bottoms, adjusting himself. At least, that's what I thought until I noticed he hadn't taken his hand out. I waited a while to see if he was playing with himself, but it was hard to tell.

I grabbed the popcorn and went into the living room. Toby jumped as he quickly pulled his hand out of his pajamas just as I entered the room. "What are you up to, young man?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea. "Nothing," he replied quickly. Suddenly wanting to take advantage of the situation, I added, "Because it kind of looked like you were playing around down there," I explained. "Which is totally normal if you were a buddy," I added. Seeing his embarrassment, I quickly added, "Hey, there's no shame in it, we all do it, champ."

My God, this guy was totally turned on when he watched two guys making out on TV, and then he did it on my couch. I got really aroused, and the horny little devil in my head suddenly took over.

"Hey, want a Pepsi?" I asked Toby to break the awkward silence. Without waiting for an answer, I went to my fridge and grabbed two cans of Pepsi. I shook one of them accidentally as I took it out.

As I walked back into the living room, I said, "Here, buddy," and handed Toby the can of pressurized water. He looked at me with a sweet smile, thanked me, took the can, and opened it.

As expected, the pressure in the can caused the drink to shoot out, splashing all over his pajama bottoms. "Arrrhhh, no!" he cried in horror.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Toby, you bastard, let’s take off the pajama pants because they’re covered in sugary soda,” I quickly replied.

I took the Pepsi can from his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"So, boy, we need to take your pajama pants off and put them in warm water so the Pepsi comes out before it ruins them," I said to him, smiling secretly.

"Do you want to wash them, Jake?" Toby asked.

"Maybe, or I'll just wet them and put them in the dryer," I told him.

Secretly, I hoped that his underwear had also gotten wet from the spill.

He lifted his bottom off the couch and pulled his pants up over his buttocks before sitting back down to pull them off his legs. I knelt down, grabbed the fabric at the bottom of his pajamas, and pulled them off his legs as I stood up. Once the pants were off his ankles, his legs extended into the air, forming a V.

When I glanced between his legs, I noticed that his underwear was completely wet in the front. Perfect, I thought. "Toby, your underwear is soaked too. We should take it off so I can clean it," I said to him gently. "What?!" he replied, surprised and panicked. "Don't worry, Toby, your pajama top is still covering you," I assured him, which was true, but the thought of him being naked from the waist down still turned me on. As he stood up to pull his underwear down, I knelt down again and helped him.

He lowered it to just below his hips, and I helped him again by pulling it over his feet. Only this time he stopped, and when I looked up, I could see his small, young penis just inches from my face. It was completely smooth, his testicles still erect, with a seven-centimeter-long penis and a glans covered by foreskin. I had no idea how sexy a boy's penis could be.

What made him even more handsome was his semi-rigid appearance, as he seemed almost straight even though he wasn't pointing upwards or outwards. He had obviously enjoyed the film.

He bent over to pull off his underwear, so my face was only inches from his semi-erect penis. It was enough to smell it, so I inhaled deeply through my nose to take in as much of that boyish scent as possible.

The scent of his penis made me hard, which would be clearly visible in my loose shorts without boxer shorts to contain my erection.

"Looks like you enjoyed the movie," I said, looking at his slightly swollen penis.

"What do you mean?" he asked in return.

I nodded towards his growing penis, whereupon he looked down and noticed his obvious arousal.

“Hey, it’s cool, big man, it happens to all of us,” I said to ease his embarrassment.

Knowing I was gaining weight myself, I decided to get up and carry his wet clothes into the kitchen. He would see my growing penis dangling beneath my pajama bottoms. When I returned to the room, I saw that my increasingly hard penis had caught his attention.

“You see, Tobs, this happens to all of us,” I said, pressing my penis through my pajamas to show him that I didn’t have to be ashamed.

“But I don’t see you taking off your shorts, Jake,” he remarked.

“You’re right, Toby. Even though I wasn’t doused, it would be rather inappropriate now, wouldn’t it?” I asked. But when I saw the disappointment on his face, I made a suggestion.

"Okay, let me tell you something. If we keep this to ourselves, I'll take off my shorts if it makes you feel more comfortable. But your parents can't find out about it, because that could get me into big trouble."

"Now it's going to get damn exciting," I thought, and I felt my penis twitch as more blood flowed into my flesh, making it even harder.

As I pulled down the elastic waistband, my penis sprang out semi-erect, pointing straight ahead at a 45-degree angle. As my penis emerged free, a string of precum hung from the end of my urethral slit. I wiped it away so as not to frighten the children, then pulled down the hem of my pants before stepping out of the shorts and tossing them aside. Like Toby, my penis was partially covered by my pajama top—at least Toby's was, until he saw me free myself. That fleeting glimpse caused his small penis to suddenly spring open and become fully erect. The stiffening of his penis lengthened it another 1.3 cm to an impressive 10 cm. The rigidity of his erection had also pulled back the tip of his foreskin from the glans, exposing his entire urethral opening. That was all I needed, and my penis was now rock hard, all 18 cm sticking straight out. This was so fucking hot, I thought.

My mouth watered as O eyed his delicious-looking penis from top to bottom. Damn, I thought, if you start something, you have to finish it. I clenched my fist.
I wrapped it around the shaft and gently pulled it back until my foreskin was retracted, then pulled it forward again before retracting it completely and letting it fall back, so that my entire bulbous, purple glans was fully exposed. I pulled the skin back completely because, firstly, it felt good to stretch it back; secondly, it accentuated the large rim of my glans; and thirdly, because I suspected it looked damn hot.

Toby's eyes bulged so noticeably that it had the desired effect.

Screw it, I thought, why stop now? This was much more than the reaction I had expected, and it seemed to be a very positive one.

Toby sat back down on the couch with his legs crossed, giving me a perfect view of his very erect penis and tight little scrotum. I sat down next to him and turned slightly towards him to get a better look at his 9-year-old penis.

“You’ve got a damn hard-on down there,” I remarked, not knowing whether that would be received positively or whether he would consider me some kind of sick pervert.

I leaned out of the window and decided to try my luck. Finally, there he was, sitting in front of me with a rock-hard, naked penis.

"Can I feel how hard he is?" I asked.

He nodded.

I reached forward and grasped his penis with two fingers and my thumb just below the head. I gave it a few gentle squeezes and said, "Oh yeah, it's definitely very hard, Toby. What a great cock you've got there." I made him smile. I was taking advantage of the situation and didn't want it to end so quickly. I gave it another squeeze and then slid my fingers and thumb down his shaft to pull back his foreskin so I could see the full beauty of his swollen glans. He sighed, so I slid back down his shaft and up again, repeating the process as he leaned back in the chair, sighed again, closed his eyes, and then began to move his hips.

I placed my free hand under his scrotum and gently rolled my fingers.

He extended his small hand and placed his fingers around the shaft of my penis. As he moved his hand up and down, pre-ejaculate flowed from the tip of my penis and dripped over his fingers.

I took my hand off his small balls and rubbed my index finger over the top of my glans to collect some of my slippery precum. Then I reached between his legs and gently circled his extremely tight anus, which the young man clearly enjoyed. He began to rock his hips back and forth as I stroked his magnificent little cock, which also had the effect of pressing his hole against my finger, which was now very slightly opening his sphincter. I concentrated my circular motions on a single spot to loosen his anal muscle and get at least the tip of my finger inside. I wished I had some lube so I could slide my finger in more easily.

"Toby, has anyone ever licked your ass?" I asked, and he shook his head in response. "Would you like to? You'll really like it, I promise." He thought for a moment and then nodded at me. Here we go!

I slid my arms under his knees and then pulled his legs up so that he shifted his weight onto his shoulders and his feet were in the air. Then I spread his buttocks apart to widen his anus.

I licked his anal ring with the tip of my tongue. Toby writhed back and forth, reveling in the total pleasure and the explosion of sensations that erupted in and around his asshole, making its way through his testicles, up and along his small penis, and ending in a swirl of butterflies in his stomach.

Toby reached out and pulled my face into his ass crack, my parted lips pressing against his opening hole. As he drew me in, I thrust my tongue into his pussy, kissing his wet entrance now and then before fucking him with my tongue again. I was thrilled as he slid through the entrance into his shit tunnel, and I began to penetrate his tight passage faster and deeper with my long, exploring tongue.

The taste and smell were intoxicating, and precum oozed from the tip of my rock-hard, throbbing cock. I couldn't get enough of his ass and licked it all over.

I closed my hand around my throbbing penis and rubbed my pre-cum over my glans as I began to stroke it wildly. But within moments, I felt my semen building up and an electric sensation course through my entire body.

I pulled my hand away from my cock before I could ejaculate everywhere, and instead I grabbed Toby's penis and began rubbing it up and down with my fingers, while my tongue traced the rim of his glans and teased the entire throat of his mushroom-shaped cock. When I started flicking his frenulum, he began to twitch and cry out in pleasure. I wanted to push this young boy to the limit and beyond, so I took my hand off my cock and slid my middle finger into his asshole up to the second knuckle before pulling it out and back in again, all the while rubbing his shaft up and down, my fingers gliding over his mushroom-shaped glans and then back down again to pull his foreskin all the way back, so that my tongue and lips were licking and kissing his cock, tingling the nerve endings in his glans.

Suddenly he began to twitch and moan as the ecstasy of dry semen coursed through his entire body. I thrust my finger deep into his love tunnel and tried to take his sweet-tasting cock deep into my throat. He moaned one last time in pleasure and then collapsed on the couch.

I bent over his almost naked, sexually exhausted infant body and began to masturbate furiously and quickly. As I felt the warm, pleasurable sensation of orgasm in my groin, I quickly lifted Toby's pajama top over his navel, just before exploding with four huge spurts of my hot, creamy semen all over his cock, balls, and belly.

After the last drops of my semen had dripped from my limp penis, I rubbed my sticky semen into the skin around his soft penis and scrotum before I too sank down onto the couch.

"How are you, Toby?" I managed to get out of my exhausted body.

Toby raised his arm and gave me a thumbs-up before a wide grin appeared on his face and he murmured: "That was really awesome!!!"

“We can’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand, Toby?” he stared at Toby as I said it.

“Yes, I understand, Jake,” Toby replied.

We cuddled up literally naked under a blanket for the next hour and watched TV. Around 9 p.m., I gave him back his washed and dried pajama bottoms and underwear and took him home.

Once he was in bed, I waited downstairs on the couch for his parents. I pleasured myself one last time, thinking about the sexual pleasures I had experienced with my neighbor's young son. That was probably one of the hottest sexual encounters of my life.

Would it happen again? Very unlikely. We're not often asked to babysit. Anita has never had a conflict, and Lizzie has never had a pajama party on the same night.

End

My name is Lionel and I live in eastern Ontario. It's a town of about 35,000 people with a regional hospital. I mention this because my mother is a nurse in the emergency room there. My mother, Miranda, is 38 and very dedicated to her job.

My father moved to British Columbia about two years ago. At first, the plan was for us all to move there after he settled into his new job, but Mom found out his secretary had moved with him. Mom already suspected he was having an affair, so it wasn't a surprise when the divorce papers turned up.

I have a younger brother, Geoffrey (or Geoff), he's 12 and will be 13 in two months. Since Dad left, I've been his babysitter when Mom was at work, and there was always a neighbor I could call in an emergency. Mr. Schmidt next door is a widower in his sixties, and his wife was one of the first in our area to die from Covid.

She had breathing problems and couldn't fight off the virus. She died two months ago in the hospital where my mother works. Our school requires us to do community service, so my mother suggested I visit him regularly to check on him. As of today (Monday, June 20), the Prime Minister has closed schools, libraries, and all places where people gather, such as churches and restaurants.

Everyone had to stay home and wear a mask when leaving the house. People were not supposed to leave the house to go to work, unless they had a systemically important job, such as police, firefighters, or hospital staff. While shopping for groceries or medications was permitted, everyone had to maintain a distance of two meters, and the number of people allowed in the store at any one time was monitored. There was a hotline that could be called to report anyone violating the rules.

Anyone who questioned the rules was reprimanded for endangering others. So that's how my summer began! Since my mother worked in the hospital, she was familiar with these restrictions. Her usual night shift was canceled. Depending on staff availability, she was now scheduled for three days in a row, followed by three days off. But as things got worse, it became more like five days on and two days off. Mom realized that we would be home unsupervised and bored to tears most of the week.

During her break, she ordered things from Amazon to keep us occupied. Lots of Lego sets and even an inflatable paddling pool for the garden for hot days. It seemed like Amazon delivered packages to our house several times a week. On the days Mom was home, we had to wait for her to open the packages because some of them were for her (underwear). Since she hadn't gone out with any man since Dad moved out, she thought it was a waste of money.

When her work hours changed, Mom sat down with my brother and me. She not only wanted to keep my younger brother from getting into mischief, but she also wanted me to show him what I'd learned in the Scouts, because in the autumn he'd be old enough to join. When he was old enough for the Scouts, I'd get the go-ahead to teach him the finer points of Scouting. One rainy afternoon, I showed him how to give a blowjob. First, I sucked on his almost fully developed penis and scrotum to show him how to give other Scouts blowjobs. Geoff really liked this new skill, and he got quite excited when I came in his mouth. Instinctively, he swallowed.

At first, I thought it was great because I had someone we could give each other head to. Geoff enjoyed it so much that he wanted me to give him head four or five times a day, and of course, every night in bed. We shared a bedroom with two single beds, but for as long as I could remember, he'd climb into my bed when he was scared. Now he had a different reason. He was addicted to sucking my cock until it was completely engorged. Geoff was going to be a great Boy Scout. He always wanted me to tell him all sorts of cool details about summer camp, Boy Scout meetings, and the sex there. I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before he wanted me to fuck him. Mom called at least twice a day to check on us and tell me when she was coming home. I'd put the Amazon boxes on the dining room table, and if it was something we weren't supposed to see, she'd take it straight to her bedroom. Of course, that only made us more curious, and as soon as she was out shopping or at work, Geoff and I had to go on the hunt. At first, it was very sexy lingerie, then sex toys from Adam and Eve. More arrived every week, including a set of anal plugs, dildos in various sizes and colors, ball gags, and strap-on sets. Every day I masturbated while thinking about my mother using them. I think every teenager has fantasies about their mother having sex, and the thought of that 9-inch black dildo fucking my mother brought me to orgasm every time, but I wanted a real man to satisfy her.

Mom never went on a date again after Dad moved out and didn't have many social contacts, but she had a best friend named Victoria, who was of Indian and British descent. She's only about 5'2" and quite petite. She also works at the hospital and is a pharmacist. She started there right after college and lives with her brother, his wife, and their children. The four of us have gone out for dinner several times, and she used to come over often before Covid. Mom said they had similar working hours. Mom was leaving for her next three-day shift, and I thought it would be a good time to open Geoff's ass up with butt plugs. Of course, we started with the smallest stainless steel plug, and once it was in, Geoff loved the feeling. He slept with it in all night and almost pouted when I took it out in the morning. I think we have what it takes to be a pussyboy, and time will tell. I visited Mr. Schmidt at least once a week, and sometimes Geoff came along. He seemed busy getting rid of some of the girly things in the house. If they were pink and had flowers on them, they went into the garage. If they were bulky, I helped him move them. He said he wanted to make the house more masculine. He had a few friends his own age who came over in the evenings to check on him. He also got a few Amazon deliveries and was insistent on showing me this picture he'd bought for the bathroom. It showed four naked boys, most of them at the beach. He was totally taken with the picture and said, "Can you imagine how much fun they had that afternoon?" Geoff was speechless when he saw it. From his upstairs bedroom, he can see right into our garden, and when Geoff and I go skinny dipping in the pool, we always see him up there checking on us to make sure everything's okay. We usually go swimming in the late afternoon when it's hot, and if Mom isn't home, we don't wear our Speedos. Geoff always waves to him to say hello. When the sun is shining, we can't see him very well because of the bright light. One partly cloudy afternoon, Geoff nudged me and said, "Mr. Schmidt has taken out his penis and is stroking it." I told him that must be his perverse imagination, but I looked, and he certainly was, and it looked like a fairly large penis. I told Geoff it was okay if he enjoyed watching us swim naked, and since he was a widower, it couldn't be that bad. After that, we looked at Mr. Schmidt differently.

On the third day, Mom called and said the hospital had extended her appointment by another day and she'd call us again tomorrow to check on us. And if we needed any help, we could go see Mr. Schmidt. We did, and we asked him if he enjoyed watching us swim naked. He said we were cute boys and perfect for jerking off to. Geoff said, since you can see our penises, we can see yours too. He stood up, dropped his shorts, and he had a nice, thick, adult penis about 15 centimeters long. Geoff asked if it was okay if we sucked it, and he nodded, but we'd have to get undressed first. Geoff and I licked his increasingly hard cock from the balls to the tip. He rubbed our butts while we took turns sucking his cock. It was a challenge for Geoff, but he was determined.

I knew what he was planning next, so I told him Geoff wasn't ready for such a big cock and that he was still a virgin, but he could fuck me. Without hesitation, he turned me around, bent me over, and thrust his cock into my ass. I admit, I squealed when he was all the way in. He grabbed my hips and fucked me like he hadn't had a pussy in years. He said he loved teenage asses and that they were tighter than most women's, and I have to believe him. He has two sons, so maybe he has some experience with teenage asses. After he came in my ass, Geoff got to lick his cock clean while I pulled my shorts back on, still with most of his load inside me. He thanked us for coming and for visiting him often. My ass twitched as he said this, and I nodded in agreement. That evening, all Geoff wanted to talk about was Mr. Schmidt's cock and how it felt in my ass. I told him how incredible it felt, and he said he was ready for the next, bigger butt plug.

It wasn't as thick as Mr. Schmidt's, and he still squirmed uncomfortably when I gently inserted it into his twelve-year-old ass. I kissed him to make him feel better, and we climbed into bed naked, and the kissing continued. He learned to kiss very quickly while stroking my cock and balls. Mom called the next afternoon and said she'd be home after dinner. Something didn't sound right because there were no hospital sounds in the background. She had the speakerphone on, and we both said we'd see each other later. To kill time, we went swimming naked in the pool and waved to our neighbor as he splashed on the windowpane. I wondered if he did the same thing when Mom was in the pool in her bikini. I'd love to stroke his cock when Mom's naked in the pool, if she ever is. Geoff said it was so hot to watch our neighbor fucking. Mom came home when she said she would, and the first thing she did was take a long shower. Always curious, I grabbed Mom's phone and looked at her photo gallery. The last photo was a selfie of her kissing her friend Victoria, and the next one showed Victoria licking a pussy, and I have to assume it was my mom's. I immediately got an erection and quickly put the phone back where I found it.

The sound of the shower died down, and I fled the bedroom. This was a lot to take in, and I wasn't sure if I should tell Geoff what I'd seen on Mom's phone. Before Covid, Victoria would come over for dinner, and they'd share a bottle of wine. She was still there in the mornings, and now it all made sense. Mom has a lesbian lover! I didn't know how to accept it… but is it somehow different from having male sexual partners or being fucked by our neighbor? This was a puzzle for a teenager who has sexual fantasies about his mother. Many mornings I'd wake up from a dream in which my mom was giving me a blowjob, and I'd be rock hard and have to relieve myself in the toilet. Those were the best dreams, and I attributed it to my perversity.

Covid was getting worse, and the hospitals were full of patients. My mother said that between sick patients and the virus shortage, the remaining staff had to step in, and the ER was the busiest. Mom is a big believer in vitamins and supplements like elderberry and lots of vitamin C, and so far she's avoided the virus despite daily exposure. She said she changes her surgical masks every few hours as a precaution. They had reserved eight rooms for staff to nap in, but now they needed them for patients. So the hospital bought a block of rooms at the Econo-Lodge two blocks away for staff to stay in. She said staff have been warned to avoid contact with family and friends to minimize the risk of infection. Therefore, she'll be spending even fewer days at home until the viral load decreases. The province has been in this lockdown for over a month, and my mother said she's going to order homeschooling supplies, as she doesn't think the schools will reopen anytime soon. Just like everyone else working from home, the children also have to be homeschooled. School wouldn't normally start again for another four or five weeks, and my mother has already spoken to other mothers in the neighborhood to find out what they're going to do. The reactions were mixed. However, the other mothers at home said their children are going crazy from being constantly confined to the house.

We asked her if we could invite some neighborhood kids over to play. After talking to the other moms, she said we could invite one or two classmates, but they'd have to wear a mask unless we were outside or at the swimming pool. We'd have to limit it to boys who live on our street. So Geoff and I brainstormed who we could invite and still limited it to one or two a day. My first choice was Jordan, whom I knew from Girl Scouts and who lives five houses down. I'd given him a blowjob many times, and he'd fucked me too. Geoff was really keen for me to fuck him, and I said we'd find someone his size to take his virginity. There's a boy his age who's rather short, named Finian, so I suggested inviting him. Jordan was already there, and we were playing a video game when there was a knock at the front door. To Geoff's surprise, and soon to Jordan's and mine as well, a young girl stood there in a pale yellow summer dress and sandals. It took Geoff a minute to realize it was Finian.

He said he hoped he wasn't scaring us, but his parents had allowed him to dress like a girl during lockdown. He was a very cute girl with makeup and lipstick, and if you didn't know better, he was a cute 12-year-old girl. He even walked like a girl and moved his hips. He explained that he'd become interested in boys' beauty pageants a few years ago and had dressed like a girl whenever possible ever since. Jordan asked if he was a crossdresser with a penis and everything. Finian lifted his dress, and his small penis was clearly visible in his yellow lace panties.

That answered the question, and he went on to tell us about these competitions and how fiercely contested they are. He boldly stated that sometimes you have to give the judges a blowjob or even let them fuck you to win. We told him, "If you like sucking dicks, let's get undressed."

Finian and Geoff took turns sucking me and Jordan. They were two lucky cock-suckers, and Finian wanted us to fuck him. Geoff got to go in first, then me, and finally Jordan. The size of our cocks determined the order, and Jordan clearly had the biggest. Finian loved it, but my little brother reminded me he hadn't been fucked yet. While Geoff sucked his little friend, I gently buried my cock in my almost 13-year-old brother. Apart from a little squeal, he was very easy to fuck. When I came in his ass, he was ready for Jordan, who had almost a full-grown cock. It took hours for the grin to disappear from Geoff's face. To give Mr. Schmidt a little thrill, we all went outside naked and played ass-grabbing in the pool. I suppose he splashed on the window, and I gave him a thumbs-up.

We don't close the bedroom doors because it can get warm without air conditioning. When Mom came home, she probably found us naked and asleep together. Geoff's birthday was later that week, and Mom had three days off to celebrate, but she was on call. Mom ordered a birthday cake and planned to grill some hot dogs (Geoff's favorite food). He was allowed to invite four friends from school or the neighborhood over from 2 to 5 p.m. The night before, Victoria picked up the cake and brought it here. She also brought pad thai for dinner for the four of us. Geoff got a PlayStation game from Dad for his birthday, and we played while the two adults chatted and drank their Chardonnay. Mom told us that Victoria would be staying overnight to help with the birthday party. As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, I knew what the two of them would be doing in bed. That was also the signal for Geoff to come into my bed to
to have his nightly fuck.

In the mornings, I gave him a blowjob to wake him up and kick off his birthday celebrations. At the beginning of the summer, that wasn't the case, but now he actually produces sperm and has normal orgasms. I always make a big deal out of swallowing his sperm, and he grins broadly when he feels me squirting my sperm into his ass. Geoff has become a real pussyboy. Besides my daily thumping of his ass, he wants everyone who comes by to fuck his teenage pussy, and he visits Mr. Schmidt several times a week to enjoy his grown-up cock. If it weren't for the Covid restrictions, he'd be getting fucked multiple times a day.

He invited Jordan, the wimp Finian, and two other boys from the neighborhood, and everyone was asked to bring a swimsuit. Mom wanted to know who the little girl was and had to explain that she was his classmate Finian. Of course, he wore pink bikini bottoms for swimming. We weren't naked, but Mr. Schmidt got a glimpse of the teenagers in their Speedo-style swimsuits. They really do adapt to a boy's butt. Everyone had eaten by 5 p.m. when the parents came to pick up their children, including Finian's father, who was tall and muscular. I certainly wouldn't mind if he fucked me. Mom got a call telling her to report for work, and Victoria and I cleaned everything up while Mom changed into scrubs and packed her travel bag. She and Victoria left at the same time, and we hugged Mom and told her to be careful while she put on her mask. Geoff got several video games; we already have one of them and have to exchange it.

We brought Mr. Schmidt a piece of birthday cake, and he said how nice it was to see all the teenagers playing in our yard. He has two sons and said he often caught them giving a friend a blowjob behind the garage so his wife wouldn't see them. They were both active in the Boy Scouts and learned to enjoy sexual contact with other boys and adult leaders. He said he fucked them at summer camp or when his wife visited her family for a few days. They both live out of state now, and he misses spending time with them. He said Geoff and I were just as good at giving blowjobs as his boys. Geoff lay under the table and sucked his cock while he ate his piece of cake, and after he was finished, he fucked the birthday boy to celebrate. Geoff fell asleep with a load of Mr. Schmidt's cum inside him.

He said it was the best birthday ever! We've been in Covid lockdown for over two months now, and judging by the hospital admissions, it's only gotten worse. Since Mom has been in contact with all these people, it was only a matter of time before she, and probably all the other staff, would get infected. They're being checked and tested daily. School would normally start again next week, and the books Mom ordered for homeschooling have arrived. She hasn't given us a work plan or a way to check our answers. Since she's only home a few days a week, it will be difficult for her to monitor our progress. Mom has thought of that, and Mr. Schmidt has agreed to check our tests and make sure we've completed our assignments. Geoff is going into eighth grade, and I'm in second grade of high school, so our assignments will be considerably different. There's a website where parents can check math or science tests, but they need a password.

Finian told us more about him and said that his dad regularly fucks him, especially when his mom is on a date. That was an interesting insight into the family. Geoff wants to take him with him on his next visit to Mr. Schmidt's, and since Geoff is no longer a virgin, he wants to be fucked by our neighbor, and he has a feeling Finian wants to be fucked by him too. Finian and Jordan left at the same time, and I think Jordan wants to arrange some alone time with the little wimp. That night in bed, I had Geoff's ankles on my shoulders and fucked him very romantically with lots of kisses. We both fell asleep with my arms around my younger brother. He really enjoyed the sex with Finian and Jordan.

Geoff and I talk a lot when we're lying in bed at night. We kiss a lot, especially before, during, and after sex, and he's surprised at how natural it feels to kiss another guy. He says it's as natural as sucking a cock, and he really enjoys it. He's decided he prefers being the bottom, like his friend Finian. I told him his preferences might change as he gets older. He said everyone who fucks him feels different. Mind you, so far it's only been me, Jordan, and our neighbor.

He said that every time Mr. Schmidt fucks him, he can close his eyes and pretend it's our father. Dad doesn't know what he's missing. I wish my mother had dated more men after the divorce. It would be so cool to hear a well-built guy in the next room fucking her properly. But if she's happy having Victoria as a lover, I guess it doesn't matter. At least once a month, I dream about her being fucked by an incredibly well-endowed Black man. Like a good husband, I'd love to suck the cum out of her pussy and swallow all of the Black man's cum. I think that would be appropriate, and I'd love to lick his cock clean. It's just my teenage opinion, but I believe any married woman could become an unfaithful slut with the right encouragement… Or maybe I've been watching too many porn videos on my laptop.

My buddy Jordan comes over two or three times a week. I really like the way he kisses me; it's so intense, like we're trying to suck each other's tongues out. Finian came over, and Geoff took him to meet Mr. Schmidt one afternoon when Jordan was there. So Jordan and I had some time alone, which we spent in bed. We did 69 and sucked each other's cocks. Jordan likes to be on top and fuck me hard. There's nothing better than kissing a guy whose cock is in your ass and is slowly fucking you. I love the missionary position for that, with my knees pulled all the way back up to my ears.

Jordan can see my limp penis while he's fucking me. I notice that my penis goes limp every time a penis enters my pussy until we're finished. I think it's because I'm so focused on the pleasure we're giving each other, but as soon as we kiss, I get an erection again. When Geoff and Finian came back from our neighbor's, they excitedly told us how Mr. Schmidt had fucked Finian and called him his little girl-boy. Of course, Finian was wearing a short summer dress and makeup, so to the average observer, he looked like a little teenage girl. Geoff wanted to show us what Finian had received from his mother. It was a very small pink chastity cage, and his mother told him it would help him focus on pleasuring men with his mouth and pussy. Geoff said it was cute, but he missed not being able to suck Finian's little penis and balls. By small, I mean less than three inches long when erect, and he doesn't get erect in this cage. The cage prevents his penis from growing as he gets older, and he takes pills to shrink it over time. He said that in a year or two, he'll have a clitoris, just like his mom.

Finian sat on Geoff's face so he could lick the semen Mr. Schmidt had left behind from his girl's ass. Since school theoretically starts next week, we (Jordan, Finian, Geoff, and I) are taking different paths our parents have chosen. Geoff and I are studying online, Finian is getting a modeling coach and tutor, and Jordan's parents have decided to let schoolwork slide until public schools reopen. Either way, we won't be having regular sex with our friends until the restrictions are lifted. Mom has told us we're not allowed to invite friends over who might distract us from studying, except on weekends.

Geoff and I both had small laptops from school for our online classes. There were parental restrictions, so we couldn't look at porn sites, but there was another computer in the house that wasn't restricted, at least not yet. Mom set everything up on the dining room table, including our workbooks for each lesson. She supervised us for the first two days before she had to go back to work. Of course, Victoria was there every evening, Mom was home, and you could hear them making love every night.

We didn't say anything about what we heard, and she didn't say anything about Geoff and me sleeping naked in the same bed either. I'm sure they heard (or even saw) me fucking my younger brother or giving each other blowjobs, but they didn't say anything. Maybe her two brothers were just as involved as we were at our age. It's cool to imagine my two uncles having sex with each other. Since the bedroom doors were open, there wasn't much secrecy.

On the days Mom wasn't home, we were supposed to call Mr. Schmidt so he could come over and check if our chores were done before we could "goof around," as she called it. Maybe she meant video games, but who knows. While Mr. Schmidt checked my work, I sucked his cock, and when it was Geoff's turn, he sat on his lap with his adult cock inside his teen pussy while they went over his chores. When our work was deemed complete, Mr. Schmidt and I took turns fucking Geoff. Geoff looked so cute with his adult cock in his mouth or bent over while being fucked. I think when I'm older, I'll feel the same way when some guy enjoys my girlfriend or wife. The way I share Geoff.

Mom called and said she'd be home sometime this evening and that Victoria would be over this afternoon. I think that was her way of saying we needed to clean the kitchen. It's the weekend, so no schoolwork today. Geoff and I put the dirty dishes and dish soap in the dishwasher and picked up all the panties from the floor. I've found that girls' panties are more comfortable than boys' Y-front briefs, so when we do get dressed, we wear those. Most of the time, we're stark naked for easy access to our male genitals. Victoria's gotten used to Geoff and me being naked in the house, especially when it's hot.

She's slowly becoming more like a mother to us. She hugs us and even gives us a goodnight kiss, just like Mom did. It doesn't shock her to find Geoff and me naked and cuddled up together in bed. I'm not sure if she realizes that when we're cuddling in bed, my teenage cock is up my brother's ass. His tight ass is perfect for fucking, and he loves being fucked, just like me. Jordan only comes over once a week now, so Mr. Schmidt's cock is the only one that fucks my ass. I can't wait until I can go back to being a Girl Scout so I can enjoy my ass in more varied ways. We were already asleep when Mom got home, but I'm sure Victoria stayed up and waited for her.

We greeted Mom and Victoria when we finished breakfast, then ran naked out the door and straight to the pool. Of course, we waved to Mr. Schmidt, which gave him a reason to take out his penis and stroke it. Mom didn't know that our neighbor was masturbating while watching us play naked in the pool. He's like a sweet, perverted grandpa who likes to have sex with us, and my brother and I love him for it. Mom called him in the afternoon and thanked him for checking that our homework was finished and correct. He told my mother that we always thank him for his help. He didn't tell her that we thank him by sucking his penis and letting him fuck our teenage pussies.

Geoff got Mom's permission to visit Finian all Sunday afternoon. I had a lot of reading to do for my literature class, and Mom wanted to make sure I got it all done. Mom and Victoria were very surprised when he came home with his hair teased, wearing eyeshadow and makeup, complete with red lipstick. Seeing Mom's shocked expression, he quickly said that he and Finian had been playing dress-up and his mother had done the makeup so they both looked like girls. Geoff said they had both had a lot of fun. Victoria told my mother that it sounded harmless for two 13-year-old boys to do something like that. That seemed to reassure my mother, but she told him to wash his face before dinner. I don't think Mom will allow Geoff to visit again.

Later in bed, after our goodnight kiss from Mom and Victoria, Geoff told me what had happened. After Finian's mother had put on her makeup, she had her dress in short nightgowns with frilly lace and matching panties. She encouraged them to kiss like two lesbians. His father came in and said that he had to train two little girls today when he saw them. While his father undressed, Finian's mother sat on a corner chair and began playing with her bare vulva. Finian automatically knelt in front of his father to suck his thick, still-growing penis, and he let Geoff help him. They licked his shaft and balls, and every time they reached the tip, Finian started kissing Geoff. His father called them "good little wimps" and told his son to lie on the floor and have Geoff lie on top of Finian so they could continue kissing. At home, Finian is called Finnie, which sounds more feminine.

Finian's father lifted Geoff's bottom, and Finnie held his head down so they could continue kissing. Geoff said his panties had been pushed aside and something the size of a baseball bat was pressing against his anus. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was filled with Finian's tongue. His father told Geoff to push out so it wouldn't hurt. Even when he pushed out as if he were pooping, Geoff said every single inch hurt as it went in.

Once again, the kissing drowned out the cries of pain until he was fully inside Geoff's 13-year-old ass. He remained still for a minute, then began to withdraw and thrust again. First 2.5 centimeters, then 5 centimeters, and when it was 10 and 13 centimeters, Geoff pushed back as the large cock penetrated. He was now going along willingly despite the pain. Finian's father said he now had two little wimps to breed. That's exactly what he did by shooting a load of adult sperm into Geoff's ass.

Geoff told me he wasn't sure if it was the makeup or the underwear, but when Finian's dad was fucking him, he felt like a teenager. The fact that he kept calling him a wimp and another little slut who needed to be fucked set the tone. He said he couldn't wait to show Geoff to his friends at the gym and come back next Sunday. I told him that shouldn't be a problem since Mom was working next weekend. On Tuesday, Mom went back to work for five days, and Victoria let us take care of her since she didn't have to go back until tomorrow.

While I was doing my homework, she took Geoff aside and asked him if he liked dressing like a girl. He told her it made him feel feminine and that he liked it. He didn't mention that Finnie's father had also used sex on him like a teenager. She said she would talk to our mother about whether we should accept his girlish explorations. Victoria told me not to discourage him and even to treat him like my little sister. She even went with Geoff to buy women's underwear for him to wear when it was just him and me in the house. The next day, Geoff couldn't wait to tell Mr. Schmidt about his female role-playing, so I went with him.

He said this was a conversation our father should have had with us, but he was stepping in since he also has teenage sons. He explained that we all take on roles we're comfortable with. He said that, as he'd observed, we were submissive, but how we adapt to that was different for everyone. He said Geoff's female role-playing was his way of expressing his submissiveness. He was the teenage girl who was happiest with an adult man as a dominant partner. He wanted to be sexually dominated by a daddy figure.

I said, "But we both like being fucked by you, but I don't want to dress like a girl." He said, "But you like pleasuring boys or men because you feel comfortable being submissive and even dominated." He said our father was the same. He called and said he needed help in the garage, and that was his way of saying he needed a cock. He said that he and his guys would come over and fuck him in the ass while he bent over the hood of his car. The problem was, he felt guilty afterward, but his submissive desire was so strong that he couldn't resist for more than a few days. He called again, and we filled his ass with cum.

The guilt was so intense that he eventually took the job on the other side of the country to escape his craving for cocks. But ultimately, lust will win, and he'll be back on his knees, sucking cock at a glory hole or getting fucked by a stranger in an arcade. So it's no surprise that you two are submissive. So he said, "Come here and suck my cock and balls." Geoff and I were happy to do it, and when his cock was nice and hard, he fucked Geoff like the little wimp that he is. Geoff was satisfied taking that daddy cock.

I followed Victoria's advice and started calling Geoff sweet and lovely, which reinforced his femininity. After lingerie shopping, he comes to bed every night in a short nightgown and is always eager to kiss and make out. He loudly plays the role of the woman in bed, and I am his lover. He was looking forward to going back to Finnie's all week and being a crossdresser again.

Geoff spent the whole afternoon and part of the evening at Finnie's, and when he came home, he was wearing a cheerleader outfit from our middle school. Any neighbor would have instantly mistaken him for a 13-year-old girl, complete with makeup. It was incredible how Finnie's mother had transformed him. I really wanted to fuck him in his girlish state, but he said his pussy needed to close up first, and then he told me about his visit there.

Finian's father had three of his friends from the gym over. There was Ben, a very muscular Black man, well over 6'5". Finian's mother told me that Ben was her husband's fuck buddy and was currently busy sucking Ben's cock. The other two men were about the same height as Ben and very muscular. They were brothers from Bosnia; one was a fitness trainer at the gym, the other a local patrol officer. They explained that Finian's father was a pretty experienced cock-sucker at the gym and offered his pussy to anyone in the locker room. Geoff said that was interesting because he was always the alpha male with Finnie and him.

Finnie and he had a competition to see who could give the two brothers a blowjob, while Finnie's father had his ass pounded by Ben's 28-cm cock. Finnie's mother yelled at Ben to fuck him like a girl, and Ben took that as an instruction to fuck him harder. The brothers let Finnie and me ride their 23-centimeter-long cocks so we could set our own pace. Geoff told me it felt really good to be fucked by the beat cop.

He said there were several position changes, and they ended up on their backs as the brothers ejaculated into their teenage pussies. Then the kissing started, and the brothers were very romantic and even asked her out on a date the following week. Geoff said he'd never felt so much like a girl. I looked at Geoff's asshole, and it was pretty stretched open from fucking, so I licked it to make it feel better. There was still some cum in it for me to lick out. The patrolman must have had a very thick cock. That night, we just kissed in bed, and I made his ass get smaller and smaller. By morning, his ass was ready to be fucked again. Dressed all in his cheerleader outfit, he went over to our neighbor's, and Mr. Schmidt gave him a good pounding, like a cheerleader should. Face down, ass up.

18 months later

The lockdown ended a few months ago after two years. Mom, with Victoria's help, has accepted that Geoff (now Jennie) is a full-time crossdresser. For his last birthday, they gave him a chastity cage for his little penis. He looks so cute locked up like Finnie. Mom felt I wasn't doing it thoroughly, so she and Victoria apply hair removal cream to Jennie at least once a month. He looks so much better in stockings and high heels when he doesn't have hair on his legs.

They wash him in the bathtub, and that's the only time he's not locked away in chastity. Victoria likes to masturbate him in the bathtub. Mom even enrolled Jennie in high school as a freshman so he could go to school with Finnie. Mom met the beat cop and his brother and allowed Jennie to have sleepovers with them. Mom understands that her little boy is destined to be fucked by men. Finnie and Jennie are looking forward to all the high school dicks they can suck and, now that I'm at school, they like to sleep in the same bed. They're both 15 now and small for their height, but perfectly acceptable as girls. I expect they'll get asked out on dates a lot.

At 17, I passed all the tests and was able to start college as a freshman. Mom thought I was too young, but with Victoria's help, we convinced her. She cried when she dropped me off at university. I have a really nice roommate. His parents fled a civil war in Africa and brought their family to Canada. Rakeem speaks very fluent English and is on the track and field team, where he got a scholarship. I like that he has such big lips for kissing me in bed, and that his dick is twice as long as mine. I can suck it for hours before he fucks me really, really deep. I like that he's dominant as a lover, and he can't wait to introduce me to the rest of the track and field team. I think he wants me to satisfy them all. He said that's what white pussyboys do.

I plan to look for the right girl for me while I'm at university. She needs to understand my needs and enjoy watching her boyfriend suck the cocks of bigger and more dominant men. I'm ready to offer them my pussy and theirs if they ask. I believe there's a girl like that out there for me to share with others. My brother taught me that there's nothing hotter than watching your girlfriend (or your crossdresser brother) suck another guy's cock. Just the thought of it gets me hard.

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Chapter 1

I'm turning 16 in two weeks and I hate it. Back then I swore to myself I'd never be a gay virgin again, and I still fucking am!!!!

I'm depressed – I know what I am, but I just don't have the courage to tell anyone, let alone make out with another guy. Everyone around me seems to be straight – I don't know who I can trust to tell me I'm gay – not just that I think it, but that I KNOW it!

None of my classmates would understand that. They secretly smuggle their father's heterosexual porn magazines into school and hide in groups to look at the pictures and brag about what they would do with the naked women lying around there, with their tits and legs spread wide and their hairy, flabby vaginas, which don't turn me on at all.

The only thing that turned me on was the images of the men, who were hard and ready to fuck! On the rare occasions when they let me into their group, none of the other guys knew what really turned me on. I felt like I could share their horny, immature excitement, but I knew I got hard for a different reason.

I saw them fiddling with their dicks under their clothes, imagining they could make these women moan. That turned me on more than anything, but I had to keep it all to myself. Damn, I wish I had someone I could confide in—anyone at all! I know I can't be the only gay guy in school, but how do you even know if someone else is? I know I'm not girly and I don't talk when I'm high.

I know there are a few girls who like me and even flirt with me—but I don't want to go there. It only leads to trouble, I know it. I don't trust any of them. I feel guilty for having these thoughts, but they don't go away, they only get stronger.

I know my body is in good shape for my age compared to the others in my class. I'm tall and broader than most of the boys; the coach says I have a real swimmer's body. I notice this when we have swimming lessons at the pool and I compare my body to the others. But I'm envious that some of them have underarm hair and even stubble above their lip or on their chin. I hardly have any, and even though I shave almost every day, there's still nothing left to shave off. I've been told that shaving all the time encourages hair growth, but it just doesn't work.


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Today, after our swimming competition, I hung around in the school showers. I knew it was risky, but I couldn't help myself. It's my only chance to see other naked boys my age. Two boys were just standing there naked, drying themselves off while chatting and laughing, not shy or embarrassed, sometimes even waving their penises around without thinking. Normally, I get in and out as quickly as possible and try not to look because I know I'll get a hard-on if I stay around too long.

But today I stayed, took a long time to dry myself, and watched them. So natural and confident, being naked. One boy lifted a leg on the bench to dry himself between his legs. I noticed everything, but I had to try not to be too obvious and notice before they realized I'd grown a bit or stayed around too long!

That evening I masturbated in bed and tried to imagine what their hard penises looked like.

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Today at school there was a presentation about anti-discrimination, including for gay people. The other boys in the class just laughed. I hid in the corner. It's all well and good to have rules, but what if nobody follows them? I've seen some of the really effeminate guys get insulted and even bullied, but nobody does anything about it. I stay away from them. I don't want people associating me with them. I'm not even like them. I want a masculine boy who's discreet... like me.
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Tonight, Mom watched a soap opera on TV, and there was a young gay couple kissing. She just said loudly to Grandma, "Look at that, it's disgusting. Those homosexuals only have themselves to blame, and they're all going to hell." Grandma didn't say anything, she just looked at me and seemed to see right through me, as if she knew "what I am," but she didn't want to start an argument with Mom. I don't have the courage to tell Grandma—she's just too old to really understand!

As for Dad, he's the person I'd most like to tell, BUT I know he just wouldn't understand and, as far as I know, would disown me. I mean, he's never said anything homophobic, but he's never said anything nice about her either.

He always comes to my swimming competitions and is really proud when I do well. He coached me in tennis for a few years until I gave up and disappointed him when I did, and that close bond we had, I think, kind of disappeared.

Again and again, after a swimming competition or when it was just the two of us, he would ask me if I had a girlfriend. He never said, "If there's something on your mind, you can tell me." He simply assumed I was straight, and frankly, it's just too scary to tell him I'm not!

I've always admired Dad. He's always in charge, always knows the answers, is in top shape, and used to be a great rugby and tennis player. He's muscular and so hairy that hairs are constantly sticking out of his open shirt.

I've seen so many of the other mothers nudge each other when they see him, as if they're whispering, "He's such a sexy guy." I'm not sure Dad is sexy, but... I have to admit, he's a handsome, really fit guy—someone like I want to be when I grow up.

Shit – I might as well admit it while I'm writing it here!! HE IS SEXY!!!

I'm trying to figure out what this actually means, but I know I'm trying to spy on this body whenever I get the chance. I've seen him naked a few times already. And that's something! I don't think my dick will ever get as big as Daddy's!

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