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Subject: Summer of 85: Part 5 DISCLAIMER: Thefollowing content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactionsbetween a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or yourreligious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue.If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to realpeople, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fictionis NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free forus only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could beas kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donateat fty/donate.html All work is owned by theauthor and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedbackis welcomed and appreciated: aol Copyright 2019 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We spent the afternoon just pretty much chilling out. Wewatched a couple shows on the television and played some games. They taught mehow to play Poker and BlackJack. I even won a couple hands ("Beginner's luck",mumbled Andy). For lunch, we had some sandwiches and soda that Patrick had inthe little refrigerator. At one point, Patrick got up and went to the window lookingtoward the house. "Coast is clear," he said. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from a hiding spot and heand Andy each lit one up. "You say anything about this to Mom and Dad, and you aredead." Andy glared at me. I assured him I would not. I just sat there while they smoked, watching them, feelingawkward. I saw them lean in toward each other and whisper, occasionally lookingat me. "You wanna try a puff?" Andy handed the cigarette out to me.I wanted to be cool, so took it, put the butt in my mouth, and took a nice longdrag. I made the mistake of swallowing and started hacking. Andy grabbed thecigarette back and he and Patrick laughed. I ran to the window, thinking I wasgoing to be sick. "Don't worry kid, everyone has that reaction the first timethey try it. Andy here puked his guts out all over the floor. At least you hadthe sense to puke out the window." I decided to leave the smoking to them, and picked up acomic book. My stomach was still churning a little. While they were smoking,they pulled out a comic book. I wondered why it had been under the cushion ofthe couch, when I noticed that inside the comic book was a magazine. Ipretended not to look, but every so often I would see one of them reach downand pick at his crotch. They must have been looking at a nudie magazine. Iwould have much rather they shared that with me than the cigarette. I had been having so much fun hanging out with "the guys",you know, minus almost puking my guts out, that I forgot I hadn't gone to thebathroom since I woke up that morning. "Can I use the bathroom?" "You gotta pee or take a crap?" Andy asked. What difference would that make? "I gotta pee." They looked at each other, smiled, then pointed to the cornerof the treehouse, where a bucket stood. "Just make sure you hit the bucket. You miss, you get toclean it up." I walked over to the bucket. Currently, it was empty, and Iwondered what Patrick did when it got full. I looked back over my shoulder andcould başakşehir escort have sworn that they were watching me, but they were focused instead onthe magazine. I unzipped my shorts, reached in and pulled my penis out ofmy underwear. I tried to relax, to pee, but, nothing would come out. There wasno privacy, and I just couldn't go. I didn't even like peeing in the stall atschool if someone else was in the bathroom. I know we all have to go, but, Ididn't want everyone to see or hear me go. You know? I was just standing there with my penis between my fingerstrying to go, when Patrick came up behind me and clapped me on the shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous, kid, we're all guys here. Wedo what guys do." He unbuttoned the snap of his jeans, pulled down the zipper,and whipped out his cock. I was too focused on his large dick to notice hewasn't wearing underwear. His dicklooked weird, with a lot of extra skin at the top, which he pulled back,revealing the pink head I was used to seeing, then started to pee into thebucket. "See? Just let it go." He smiled at me. I took a breath, andstarting peeing into the bucket. He finished before I did, and went back to sitnext to Andy on the couch. I finished up, gave my willy a couple shakes ("Shakeit more than twice and you're playing with it!" I remembered one of the boys atschool say), tucked it back in, and zipped up. Eventually, Andy looked at his watch and said it was time togo, Mom would be expecting us back for supper. Patrick shook my hand, said itwas good to meet me, then told Andy I was pretty cool. I smiled. I carefullyclimbed down the ladder and had just reached the bottom when Andy said, "I'llbe right down." Then he shut the trapdoor. I straddled my bike, expecting him to follow soon, but itwas a few minutes before he came down, Patrick following behind him. As theysaid their goodbyes, I noticed Patrick's crotch, and a nice bulge that clearlydefined a hard cock. The rest of the day was normal. We had dinner, watched sometelevision, then headed off to bed. The lights had been out for a few minutes,it was quiet, but I had questions. "Hey, Andy? You awake?" There was a small sigh. "Yeah. What?" He sounded annoyed. "When Patrick went to the bathroom, I mean, his penis, it...it doesn't look like ours." "What? Oh, yeah. He's uncut." Uncut? A word I had heard once came to mind. "Oh, you meanhe's uncircumscribed?" Andy laughed. "I think the word you're looking for is uncircumcised.And yes." I waited for a moment before I whispered, "He wasn't wearingunderwear." Andy chuckled again. "No... no he doesn't." "Have you and Patrick ever, you know...?" Suddenly, Andy seemed very angry. "You need to stop. Now." "I'm sorry. I just... never mind." I rolled over and faced thewall. I had gone too far and pissed off Andy. It was a moment or two before Iheard him sigh again. "Look, guys, we do things. Sometimes, with other guys. Itdoesn't mean anything, you know? And why would you think me and Pat...?" "It's just that, you know, you're always talking about`Pat-tay', and I know you were looking at a nudie magazine this afternoon. Ijust... wondered." Andy thought for a moment. "You tell anyone and I halkalı escort will killyou, you got it?" I nodded my head, then realized he probably couldn't see meso answered yes. "We've messed around a few times. I like him, you know? Westarted looking at a Playboy, got horny, and, well, I mean, yeah. You'llunderstand someday." I rolled back onto my back and turned my head to look atAndy. In the moonlight, I could see him lying on his back, his arm across hisface. "Can I tell you something?" I saw him nod. I nearlywhispered when I said, "I've... I've messed around, too." Andy rolled to his side, facing me. "Seriously? You dog! Iwas fifteen before I did anything with a guy. So, who was it? Someone back inPortland? The only person I've ever seen you hang out with here is... Oh, my god!You and Toby?" I was terrified. "You can't tell anyone, please!" He chuckled. "Tell? Why would I tell anyone? I'm justsurprised, that's all. You and Toby." He thought for a moment. "Not bad. Not mytype, but... not bad. So, tell me, is Toby `circumscribed'?" He laughed. I laughed, too and said the first thing that came to mind."Shut up, queer." "Up yours, faggot." "Butt muncher." "Cunt licker." "Fart sniffer!" Thump! I felt his pillow hit my head. I grabbed the pillow,jumped out of my bed, and pounced on Andy, pummeling him with the pillow. Helaughed, and pushed me off him, onto the bed beside him. We wrestled around fora couple minutes. I lost my balance and reached out to steady myself. As I did,I felt his naked penis underneath my hand. I quickly removed it. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be," Andy said. He tossed meoff of him, then grabbed my pajama pants and yanked them and my underwear off.He reached down and grabbed my cock. "There, how do you like it?" I liked it. A lot. "Hey, what's going on up there?" We froze as our dad yelled up the stairwell at the end ofthe hall. "Nothing," we answered in unison. "That's an awful lot of noise for nothing. Quiet down. Yourmother and I are trying to sleep." Andy rolled off and laid down on the bed next to me. "Morelike he's trying to bone her." He chuckled. "Mom and Dad have sex?" Andy turned his head to me. "Um, yeah. How do you think wegot here? A stork?" I had never considered my parents having sex. I mean, itmade sense, but, was not something I ever thought of. I tried to imagine themgoing at it like the couples in the magazine. I regretted it almostimmediately. "Do you think she sucks his dick?" Andy shoved me against the wall. "Really? I don't need thatthought in my head. Ugh. Just think of that the next time she kisses yougoodnight." I shook my head. No thank you. I felt Andy's left arm moveslightly against my right leg. When I looked, I saw that he had his penisbetween the thumb and first two fingers of his left hand, stroking slowly. Ithought that maybe I should go back to my own bed, but Andy didn't seem to carethat I was lying next to him. I moved my own left hand down to my dick andbegan to slowly stroke as well. I was focused on Andy's hand, gently rubbing his hard dick.The moonlight coming through the window cast a bluish hue on his naked skin. Ifelt his head turn toward me. "You horny, too, şirinevler escort huh?" I nodded. "I'm gonna teach you something you will really enjoy. Let meknow when you start to feel like you have to cum." It was exciting, lying next to my older brother, his nakedskin against mine, jerking off. In no time at all, I felt the pull, the need tocum. I told Andy and he reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it off mydick. My penis throbbed a couple times, but I didn't cum. "Just relax, don't touch yourself. Let the feeling ofneeding to cum go away." This was cruel. I wanted to cum. We didn't move for a momentor two. Finally, Andy let go of my wrist and told me to go again and tell himagain when I felt the need to cum. I was enjoying the sensation of jerking off, and I tried to spreadmy legs, but Andy was right up against me. I felt him move his foot underneathmy leg, moving my right leg over his left. We continued to jerk off, our legsintertwined. Again, when I felt myself start to orgasm, I told him, andagain he pulled my hand off my dick. I didn't understand why he wouldn't let mecum. We did this two more times. By now, my body was starting to tingle. I tookless and less time to get to the point of wanting to cum, and each time it gotharder to resist. Finally, Andy said, "The next time you need to cum, cum." I furiously rubbed my cock and when I felt the need to cum,I knew I wouldn't be able to resist it. The urge was too powerful. I grunted,could feel the sperm shoot through my dick, then felt the warm goo hit my face.My whole body shuddered. The next spurt landed on my chest, the next near mybelly button. I realized why Andy made me wait. When I finally did cum, it wasamazing. I had almost forgotten Andy was next to me when I heard himgrunt, moan, "Oh, fuck, yeah." I had just turned my head to watch him cum when,for the second time in just a couple minutes, I felt warm sperm hit my face. Ilicked my lips tasting his cum (or maybe it was mine, I wasn't sure) as hesqueezed the last of the milky white cum from his dick. We laid beside each other, panting from our intense orgasms.He looked at me, smile, and asked, "Good?" I smiled back. "Oh, yeah." He reached onto the floor, grabbed a t-shirt, and began togently wipe my face. "Sorry about that," he said. I smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was kind of... hot." He smiled, then began to wipe down my chest and stomach. I lovedfeeling him touch me, even through the t-shirt. He continued down and wiped mymeager spattering of pubic hair, then gently wiped the last of the cum off mydick. Finally, he slowly massaged my balls. God that felt so good. When he had finished cleaning me up, he quickly wiped himselfand threw the t-shirt into the corner. "Well, guess I'm not wearing that shirttomorrow." I wondered what would happen next, when Andy told me to liftmy head. I did as he asked, and he slid his left arm under my neck, wrapping itaround to rest on my chest. "Your heart is beating like a drum." I leaned my head against his chest, and could feel thethump, thump of his heart. "So is yours." Andy tugged at the covers, pulling them up over us. "Youknow, for a pain in the ass little brother, you're not so bad." He tweaked myleft nipple, I laughed and squirmed into him. I didn't respond. I just enjoyedbeing with my brother. I finally fell asleep listening to his breathing becomesofter and deeper, smelling the Old Spice deodorant, and feeling his nude bodyagainst mine. I was happy again.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.307	the-summer-of-85-5 `En Ateşli Sex İçin Arayın 0023780009232` Subject: Summer of 85: Part 5 DISCLAIMER: Thefollowing content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactionsbetween a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or yourreligious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue.If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to realpeople, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fictionis NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free forus only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could beas kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donateat fty/donate.html All work is owned by theauthor and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedbackis welcomed and appreciated: aol Copyright 2019 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We spent the afternoon just pretty much chilling out. Wewatched a couple shows on the television and played some games. They taught mehow to play Poker and BlackJack. I even won a couple hands ("Beginner's luck",mumbled Andy). For lunch, we had some sandwiches and soda that Patrick had inthe little refrigerator. At one point, Patrick got up and went to the window lookingtoward the house. "Coast is clear," he said. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from a hiding spot and heand Andy each lit one up. "You say anything about this to Mom and Dad, and you aredead." Andy glared at me. I assured him I would not. I just sat there while they smoked, watching them, feelingawkward. I saw them lean in toward each other and whisper, occasionally lookingat me. "You wanna try a puff?" Andy handed the cigarette out to me.I wanted to be cool, so took it, put the butt in my mouth, and took a nice longdrag. I made the mistake of swallowing and started hacking. Andy grabbed thecigarette back and he and Patrick laughed. I ran to the window, thinking I wasgoing to be sick. "Don't worry kid, everyone has that reaction the first timethey try it. Andy here puked his guts out all over the floor. At least you hadthe sense to puke out the window." I decided to leave the smoking to them, and picked up acomic book. My stomach was still churning a little. While they were smoking,they pulled out a comic book. I wondered why it had been under the cushion ofthe couch, when I noticed that inside the comic book was a magazine. Ipretended not to look, but every so often I would see one of them reach downand pick at his crotch. They must have been looking at a nudie magazine. Iwould have much rather they shared that with me than the cigarette. I had been having so much fun hanging out with "the guys",you know, minus almost puking my guts out, that I forgot I hadn't gone to thebathroom since I woke up that morning. "Can I use the bathroom?" "You gotta pee or take a crap?" Andy asked. What difference would that make? "I gotta pee." They looked at each other, smiled, then pointed to the cornerof the treehouse, where a bucket stood. "Just make sure you hit the bucket. You miss, you get toclean it up." I walked over to the bucket. Currently, it was empty, and Iwondered what Patrick did when it got full. I looked back over my shoulder andcould başakşehir escort have sworn that they were watching me, but they were focused instead onthe magazine. I unzipped my shorts, reached in and pulled my penis out ofmy underwear. I tried to relax, to pee, but, nothing would come out. There wasno privacy, and I just couldn't go. I didn't even like peeing in the stall atschool if someone else was in the bathroom. I know we all have to go, but, Ididn't want everyone to see or hear me go. You know? I was just standing there with my penis between my fingerstrying to go, when Patrick came up behind me and clapped me on the shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous, kid, we're all guys here. Wedo what guys do." He unbuttoned the snap of his jeans, pulled down the zipper,and whipped out his cock. I was too focused on his large dick to notice hewasn't wearing underwear. His dicklooked weird, with a lot of extra skin at the top, which he pulled back,revealing the pink head I was used to seeing, then started to pee into thebucket. "See? Just let it go." He smiled at me. I took a breath, andstarting peeing into the bucket. He finished before I did, and went back to sitnext to Andy on the couch. I finished up, gave my willy a couple shakes ("Shakeit more than twice and you're playing with it!" I remembered one of the boys atschool say), tucked it back in, and zipped up. Eventually, Andy looked at his watch and said it was time togo, Mom would be expecting us back for supper. Patrick shook my hand, said itwas good to meet me, then told Andy I was pretty cool. I smiled. I carefullyclimbed down the ladder and had just reached the bottom when Andy said, "I'llbe right down." Then he shut the trapdoor. I straddled my bike, expecting him to follow soon, but itwas a few minutes before he came down, Patrick following behind him. As theysaid their goodbyes, I noticed Patrick's crotch, and a nice bulge that clearlydefined a hard cock. The rest of the day was normal. We had dinner, watched sometelevision, then headed off to bed. The lights had been out for a few minutes,it was quiet, but I had questions. "Hey, Andy? You awake?" There was a small sigh. "Yeah. What?" He sounded annoyed. "When Patrick went to the bathroom, I mean, his penis, it...it doesn't look like ours." "What? Oh, yeah. He's uncut." Uncut? A word I had heard once came to mind. "Oh, you meanhe's uncircumscribed?" Andy laughed. "I think the word you're looking for is uncircumcised.And yes." I waited for a moment before I whispered, "He wasn't wearingunderwear." Andy chuckled again. "No... no he doesn't." "Have you and Patrick ever, you know...?" Suddenly, Andy seemed very angry. "You need to stop. Now." "I'm sorry. I just... never mind." I rolled over and faced thewall. I had gone too far and pissed off Andy. It was a moment or two before Iheard him sigh again. "Look, guys, we do things. Sometimes, with other guys. Itdoesn't mean anything, you know? And why would you think me and Pat...?" "It's just that, you know, you're always talking about`Pat-tay', and I know you were looking at a nudie magazine this afternoon. Ijust... wondered." Andy thought for a moment. "You tell anyone and I halkalı escort will killyou, you got it?" I nodded my head, then realized he probably couldn't see meso answered yes. "We've messed around a few times. I like him, you know? Westarted looking at a Playboy, got horny, and, well, I mean, yeah. You'llunderstand someday." I rolled back onto my back and turned my head to look atAndy. In the moonlight, I could see him lying on his back, his arm across hisface. "Can I tell you something?" I saw him nod. I nearlywhispered when I said, "I've... I've messed around, too." Andy rolled to his side, facing me. "Seriously? You dog! Iwas fifteen before I did anything with a guy. So, who was it? Someone back inPortland? The only person I've ever seen you hang out with here is... Oh, my god!You and Toby?" I was terrified. "You can't tell anyone, please!" He chuckled. "Tell? Why would I tell anyone? I'm justsurprised, that's all. You and Toby." He thought for a moment. "Not bad. Not mytype, but... not bad. So, tell me, is Toby `circumscribed'?" He laughed. I laughed, too and said the first thing that came to mind."Shut up, queer." "Up yours, faggot." "Butt muncher." "Cunt licker." "Fart sniffer!" Thump! I felt his pillow hit my head. I grabbed the pillow,jumped out of my bed, and pounced on Andy, pummeling him with the pillow. Helaughed, and pushed me off him, onto the bed beside him. We wrestled around fora couple minutes. I lost my balance and reached out to steady myself. As I did,I felt his naked penis underneath my hand. I quickly removed it. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be," Andy said. He tossed meoff of him, then grabbed my pajama pants and yanked them and my underwear off.He reached down and grabbed my cock. "There, how do you like it?" I liked it. A lot. "Hey, what's going on up there?" We froze as our dad yelled up the stairwell at the end ofthe hall. "Nothing," we answered in unison. "That's an awful lot of noise for nothing. Quiet down. Yourmother and I are trying to sleep." Andy rolled off and laid down on the bed next to me. "Morelike he's trying to bone her." He chuckled. "Mom and Dad have sex?" Andy turned his head to me. "Um, yeah. How do you think wegot here? A stork?" I had never considered my parents having sex. I mean, itmade sense, but, was not something I ever thought of. I tried to imagine themgoing at it like the couples in the magazine. I regretted it almostimmediately. "Do you think she sucks his dick?" Andy shoved me against the wall. "Really? I don't need thatthought in my head. Ugh. Just think of that the next time she kisses yougoodnight." I shook my head. No thank you. I felt Andy's left arm moveslightly against my right leg. When I looked, I saw that he had his penisbetween the thumb and first two fingers of his left hand, stroking slowly. Ithought that maybe I should go back to my own bed, but Andy didn't seem to carethat I was lying next to him. I moved my own left hand down to my dick andbegan to slowly stroke as well. I was focused on Andy's hand, gently rubbing his hard dick.The moonlight coming through the window cast a bluish hue on his naked skin. Ifelt his head turn toward me. "You horny, too, şirinevler escort huh?" I nodded. "I'm gonna teach you something you will really enjoy. Let meknow when you start to feel like you have to cum." It was exciting, lying next to my older brother, his nakedskin against mine, jerking off. In no time at all, I felt the pull, the need tocum. I told Andy and he reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it off mydick. My penis throbbed a couple times, but I didn't cum. "Just relax, don't touch yourself. Let the feeling ofneeding to cum go away." This was cruel. I wanted to cum. We didn't move for a momentor two. Finally, Andy let go of my wrist and told me to go again and tell himagain when I felt the need to cum. I was enjoying the sensation of jerking off, and I tried to spreadmy legs, but Andy was right up against me. I felt him move his foot underneathmy leg, moving my right leg over his left. We continued to jerk off, our legsintertwined. Again, when I felt myself start to orgasm, I told him, andagain he pulled my hand off my dick. I didn't understand why he wouldn't let mecum. We did this two more times. By now, my body was starting to tingle. I tookless and less time to get to the point of wanting to cum, and each time it gotharder to resist. Finally, Andy said, "The next time you need to cum, cum." I furiously rubbed my cock and when I felt the need to cum,I knew I wouldn't be able to resist it. The urge was too powerful. I grunted,could feel the sperm shoot through my dick, then felt the warm goo hit my face.My whole body shuddered. The next spurt landed on my chest, the next near mybelly button. I realized why Andy made me wait. When I finally did cum, it wasamazing. I had almost forgotten Andy was next to me when I heard himgrunt, moan, "Oh, fuck, yeah." I had just turned my head to watch him cum when,for the second time in just a couple minutes, I felt warm sperm hit my face. Ilicked my lips tasting his cum (or maybe it was mine, I wasn't sure) as hesqueezed the last of the milky white cum from his dick. We laid beside each other, panting from our intense orgasms.He looked at me, smile, and asked, "Good?" I smiled back. "Oh, yeah." He reached onto the floor, grabbed a t-shirt, and began togently wipe my face. "Sorry about that," he said. I smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was kind of... hot." He smiled, then began to wipe down my chest and stomach. I lovedfeeling him touch me, even through the t-shirt. He continued down and wiped mymeager spattering of pubic hair, then gently wiped the last of the cum off mydick. Finally, he slowly massaged my balls. God that felt so good. When he had finished cleaning me up, he quickly wiped himselfand threw the t-shirt into the corner. "Well, guess I'm not wearing that shirttomorrow." I wondered what would happen next, when Andy told me to liftmy head. I did as he asked, and he slid his left arm under my neck, wrapping itaround to rest on my chest. "Your heart is beating like a drum." I leaned my head against his chest, and could feel thethump, thump of his heart. "So is yours." Andy tugged at the covers, pulling them up over us. "Youknow, for a pain in the ass little brother, you're not so bad." He tweaked myleft nipple, I laughed and squirmed into him. I didn't respond. I just enjoyedbeing with my brother. I finally fell asleep listening to his breathing becomesofter and deeper, smelling the Old Spice deodorant, and feeling his nude bodyagainst mine. I was happy again.