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Chapter 8

Ethan arrived at his studio with Hunter and Max in tow. He had told them they could not go to the cinema dressed how they were, and both boys agreed. Ethan had formulated plans in his head on the drive over, but how much of them would work? He really did not know, and he actually did not care at this point. Though Ethan knew he was in dangerous waters by having two boys at once.

“There are loads of toys and different things to wear, and it’s fun,” Hunter explained to Max as Ethan unlocked the studio.

The boys rushed in ahead of Ethan and were in the main studio before Ethan had a chance to finish turning off the alarm. “Boys,” he said, beginning his plan, “before you start diving into all those toys, let’s get those costumes off so they don’t get ruined.” The two boys stopped in their tracks and turned around obediently.

“Max, you first.” Ethan knelt next to his new potential prize and gave his order, knowing the best way to break in a new boy was to be assertive. “Hmm, are you stuck in there?” He grabbed Max all over his front, pretending to look for a zipper making Max giggle.

“No!” Max laughed. “It’s at the back.”

Ethan turned him around. “Ah, here.” He unclasped the Velcro and tugged the zip down, which went all the way to the top of his butt, revealing to Ethan that Max wore only a pair of Underoos underneath. Sliding the costume down Max’s body, Ethan let it fall to the floor, leaving the young boy in a snowman hat and undies.

“Hands on my shoulders.” As Max did as requested, Ethan lifted each leg, removing the boy’s shoes, socks, and suit. “Good girl.”

“Hey, I’m a boy!”

“Oh, let me get that hat off, so I can see.”

“I’ve got Pokémon undies on. They’re for boys,” Max asserted.

“Nope, girls can wear Pokémon undies too,” Ethan disputed, seeing how serious Max had become. Max’s dad probably instilled the whole ‘boys are tough’ statement if he was to guess. “So, hat off,” Ethan said while removing the hat.

If Hunter was the cutest boy he had ever seen, Max was the most handsome. He was blonde, which he had not expected as Mark was dark-haired. Max was slim, with pale skin compared to Hunter, but not a blemish on his body. His eyes were a piercing blue and so big that it felt like he was being looked straight through.

Turning to Hunter, Ethan began undressing him.

“See, I’m a boy,” Max said, not happy that the ‘girl statement’ had been left hanging. Ethan ignored him as he took down Hunter’s pants, leaving him naked.

“I’m a boy,” Max said again before looking quizzically at Hunter. 

“Why did you pull Hunter’s undies down?” he asked in shock.

“Hunter doesn’t like wearing undies. He’s brave.”

Hunter was uncomfortable being the center of attention in his nudity, but with Santa’s “Be a good boy all year” statement fresh in his mind, he stood naked while Max stared at him.

“I’m brave too,” declared Max.

“No, only boys are brave,” Ethan said casually as he collected the discarded clothes.

“I am a boy!” Max spat in anger. “See!” He yanked his undies down and let them fall to his ankles. Hunter stared at his new friend for a moment.

“Max!” Ethan sounded shocked, “Hunter is naked because he’s my son, and he’s a model. Your daddy is going to be so angry!”

Max suddenly changed from anger to sadness. “Don’t tell Daddy,” he begged as he grabbed his undies from his ankles.

“Leave them there, young man,” Ethan barked while pulling out his phone and snapping a picture quickly. “Your daddy will have to see this picture.”

“No!” he squealed and leaped for the phone.

Hunter took a step back, not wanting to be part of being in trouble.

“Then you and Hunter play for a bit while I think about if I can trust you enough not to tell your mommy or daddy that you were naked if I don’t tell them.”

“I won’t tell them, I promise.”

“Come on, let’s play. There’re some swords,” Hunter piped up in an attempt to rescue his new friend.

Ethan could not miss a chance to train his favorite boy.

“Hunter, Max is stronger and better than you; he chooses what to play, not you.”

Hunter burst into tears, suddenly fearing rejection and being replaced by Max, who he now noted had a larger wiener.

“Hey, sweetie.” Ethan pulled his favorite boy into a hug, but only so he could manipulate him further. “I still love you the most ever, okay? You have a tiny girly boy wiener because mean Jack made you born with one, but I still love you.” He felt Hunter grab onto him tightly. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered so Max couldn’t hear. “Yes, Max is a better and stronger boy than you, but his wiener is just normal. Lots and lots of boys are better than him too, just don’t tell him, okay?”

“Really?” Hunter asked, looking into Ethan’s eyes while sniffing back tears.

“Yes, really.” Ethan did not care that eventually, Hunter would figure out that meant he was tiny where it mattered. “You boys go and play. Max, you chose the game, Mister Man.”

Ethan watched the two nude boys play for a few minutes before choosing their outfits for the cinema. He was just approaching the boys, who were playing a dinosaur game together, chasing each other around the room, when the door slammed open, and two older boys rushed in, chattering away loudly, followed by a man.

Max squealed and crouched behind a prop basket, hiding his nakedness, while Hunter stood there, blushing furiously.

“Hi!” both the older boys said as they merrily went past and into the changing room, unfazed by seeing two boys naked in the studio. Ethan was taken by surprise.

“Sorry, Ethan,” apologized the new man, “I didn’t realize you were using the studio today.” The man walked up to Hunter, who stood looking nervous. “And you must be Hunter.” He ran his hand down Hunter’s bare back.

“Steve, no,” Ethan said, stepping forwards.

Steve nodded and stepped away. “I can’t wait to try the new menu,” he said.

“You’ll have to wait. A good menu takes time to prepare.”

Steve glanced over to Max’s hiding place and smiled before heading off into the changing room after the older two kids.

“Come here, Max,” Ethan said once they were alone again. “Stand next to Hunter and hold his hand.”

“Why?” Max asked as he walked over.

“Because I asked you to. Come on.”

The naked boys held each other’s hands, and Ethan snapped a picture. Max looked very uncertain, but seeing that Hunter did not move, he did not either.

Moving in close again, Ethan blocked Max’s view of Hunter and gently began rubbing him to an erection while leaning in close and whispering, “When I move, I want you to look at Max’s wiener and stare at it, okay?” Hunter nodded and squeaked as Ethan made him feel good, his erection hard as ever again. “Good boy.”

Ethan stepped back and watched as Hunter did as asked. He snapped another picture, one that made Hunter look turned on by his friend. 

“Good boys! Now a quick hug like you’re best friends.”

The boys complied, and Ethan caught it on camera. With Steve and two of his company’s older kids nearby, he dressed the boys quickly in shorts and t-shirts.

“You forgot my undies,” Max stated as he was dressed.

“I know, but we are running low on time, and we need you to pose some pictures for Mommy.”

That made sense to Max, who loved the idea of posing for photos for his mommy. Ethan, however, would not miss an opportunity to train Hunter some more.

“Hunter, I want you to show Max some of the poses, okay? It’ll show me you’re a big boy and save time so I can just snap pictures.”

Hunter now smiled, thankful to have the job of helping his friend. As always, the poses started out pretty standard, just like any photo series of kids online. They started slow and easy by getting shots for the parents first and then the photos for his business. Ethan thought of all the other online child models and how he could spot which photographs would be shown to parents and which would not. His most challenging job right now was getting shots of just Max and the photos of the boys together with Hunter teaching him.

As the shots progressed to the more erotic ones, Ethan made sure to capture them side by side, legs spread, head back, their packages on display. He had to wonder if Hunter was aware just how much he was showing off now and if the soon-to-be six-year-old star cared.

“Here.”

He passed a teddy bear with a blue outfit to Max to hold, and feigning that Max was holding it wrong, he gave a pink outfitted one to Hunter.

“This is a girl’s one,” Hunter stated.

Ethan sighed. “You’re not in the photos, you silly monkey. You just need to show Max how to hold it.”

Sated, Hunter did as he was asked, unaware that Ethan was deliberately making him look like the girly one of the two.

Next, Ethan posed Max lying on the floor, but looking like he was jumping and shooting down, everything was hanging out. He snapped away, knowing he would edit the picture so that it was too dark around the leg hole of his shorts to see anything. Max’s parents would forever show it to their friends, hang it on their wall and give it out to family, unaware that a slight re-edit would give everyone a surprise.

After the photoshoot was over, Ethan gave them both a hug, pulling them close and telling them how proud he was of them for doing a fantastic job.

“Right, then! Max, you can play with the toys for a bit, okay?” he said while lifting Hunter. “I need to get Hunter’s help with something real quick.”

“Okay,” Max sang as he rushed over to the props.

Ethan carried Hunter into his office and stood him on a bench. Once the door was shut, and while the boy was distracted with the new environment, he pulled down Hunter’s shorts in a swift motion.

“Hey!” Hunter giggled, only quieting down when Ethan gripped his wiener and manipulated it into a fast erection.

“You’re so pretty, Hunter. Lots of people want to touch your boner.”

Hunter giggled nervously. “That’s silly.”

Ethan began rubbing him properly while Hunter rose onto his tiptoes, attempting to keep up with Ethan’s fingers.

“No, it’s not,” Ethan declared, “and I bet lots want to taste it too.”

Before Hunter could respond, Ethan engulfed his boner in his mouth. Hunter squealed and giggled.

“Don’t; it’s dirty!”

But Ethan held on tight, pushing Hunter’s hands away from trying to protect himself. He ran his tongue over the soft yet rigid erection, lifting it to the roof of his mouth (which it barely reached) while pressing his tongue flat against its entire length.

It was a mix of flavors, salt, pee, and Hunter. He was sure he would recognize the taste of Hunter as he swirled his tongue around it, eliciting a high-pitched moan from the somewhat confused boy. He continued to hold him tight, letting him know that he had no choice while taking in the boy’s tiny balls too and pressing at the sack with his tongue. Hunter giggled and tried to pull away but received a sharp swat to his bare butt, which quickly stopped any further attempts.

“It tickles!”

Hunter squealed while trying desperately not to move for fear of another stinging smack. Ethan pulled up ever so slightly and forced his tongue into Hunter’s foreskin, a more pungent taste of old urine assaulted his senses as he managed to get the tip just inside, and he knew he was cleaning the boy’s head.

Hunter quieted down, realizing it was going from tickling to feeling so very good, and he moaned again. Ethan pushed his tongue around, finding it difficult to make the rigid thing move even slightly as it was so hard.

“I need to wee,” Hunter squealed out suddenly, and Ethan pulled off abruptly.

Hunter’s erection danced in front of him at a 45-degree angle, glistening with spit, but Ethan held him in place.

“I don’t think you’ve been rubbing it right,” Ethan said as he stared into Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter looked worried, apologizing. “I’m sorry.”

“I need you to show me what you’ve been doing, pretty boy,” Ethan said as he took a seat on the bench next to him. As Hunter started to grab at himself, Ethan pulled his hand away. “No, on me. I will know then if you’re doing it right.”

Hunter was filled with a mix of confusing emotions as he realized what Ethan was saying, and soon he had a lot of bewildering thoughts as Ethan pulled down his pants and sat next to him, fully exposed. Hunter stared in wonder and confusion, taking a moment to realize that he was looking at a giant boner. It looked scary to him, and it had hairs, and the balls were enormous.

“Well?”

Hunter tore his eyes away from Ethan’s adult erection and looked into his eyes, red-faced and uncertain.

“I don’t want to.”

Ethan knew it was just that the boy was scared since it was new and so different.

“I just thought you wanted me to be happy. I guess I was wrong.”

In his head, Ethan quickly played out his different options. His first was to stand up and pull up his trousers, which he envisioned would make Hunter burst into tears and beg to do it, but he quickly decided on the second option. He stayed seated and delayed moving as his statement sank more into Hunter’s mind.

“Why has it got hairs?”

“Most grownups have hairs.”

“It’s big.”

“It needs you to rub it.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know you do it right so that you grow up properly.”

Hunter frowned. He did not want to do it, but he did not want to upset Ethan, and he wanted to grow up properly.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

The memories of Santa telling him to be a good boy came rushing back to him as he tentatively reached out a hand and first poked at Ethan’s erection and then tried gripping it with his finger and thumb.

“Put your hand around it like this.” Ethan grabbed Hunter’s wrist and wrapped his hand over Hunter’s to demonstrate.

“It’s warm,” Hunter stated absently.

“Now, up and down,” Ethan demanded as he removed his hand from Hunter’s. The boy was clumsy as he expected him to be. “Use both hands.”

Hunter’s second hand joined the first as he began to tug up and down on his first adult erection.

“Good boy,” Ethan praised.

Gone was the uncertainty of the little boy’s fears; it was a wiener, just like his, only bigger.

Ethan loved breaking in new kids with their basic techniques. He got to see them flourish and change over time, and although Hunter was not very good, it was good enough to feel good. He reached out and lifted Hunter’s t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor as the boy continued to jerk him. Suddenly Hunter’s hands jolted away, just as a trickle of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

“Keep going.”

“But you weed,” Hunter stated.

“Don’t make me angry, Hunter. Keep going.”

Hunter frowned again, this time in slight anger and some confusion, but his hands returned, trying desperately to avoid the ‘wee’ as it rolled down towards his hands. Eventually, he had no choice but to let it touch his hands as he rubbed. It caused him to stop, standing completely still as if trying to avoid being hurt as it pooled between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. He watched the growing pool and cast a glance at Ethan, who said nothing this time.

Ethan knew this part was important for Hunter to experience at his own pace. And like all of the boys he had trained in the past, curiosity got the better of Hunter. The boy removed his hand and studied the stuff on his hand as it trickled down the back of it before his eyes. Then ever so slowly, he poked it with his other hand’s finger.

“It’s slimy,” Hunter muttered to himself before sniffing at his hand.

And the moment had passed. “Come on, keep going,” Ethan ordered, bringing Hunter back out of his exploration.

Hunter’s hands returned to their job and continued rubbing up and down, ignoring the dripping, slimy substance that was getting on his fingers and causing his fingers to slip along the skin of the adult cock.

“Good boy.”

Hunter continued rubbing for a few more minutes.

“Do you need to wee yet?” he asked innocently.

“Almost.”

Ethan knew the question was not asked for his benefit, but most likely because Hunter’s arms were tired from all the action. Finally, with a grunt, an orgasm wracked Ethan’s body. The grunt distracted Hunter, who looked up to see if he had hurt him.

The first blast of cum arced up and onto Hunter’s chest. The second blast landed on Hunter’s tummy and left side before Hunter realized what was going on. He let go of Ethan’s erection as if it was suddenly radioactive, but the third shot hit him on his lower tummy before he had a chance to move. He bolted backward, tripping in his shorts and falling back onto his butt in fright as a fourth and finally the fifth load of cum, trickled out and onto the tiled floor. As Ethan came down from his climax, a silence took the room before suddenly, Hunter burst into tears.

“I’m sorry,” he bawled out.

“Don’t cry, you silly boy. You did well. In fact, you did exactly right.”

A few seconds of crying passed before Hunter managed to stop himself as he registered what was said.

“Why did you wee on me?”

The boy looked down at himself as he stood back up and began squirming slightly as it trickled into the crease of his legs and by his balls, tickling him and making him want to wipe at it to stop it, but leaving it alone out of fear still.

“It’s not wee. It’s man-milk. It helps you grow up.” Ethan gave the clichéd line that always worked. “But you need to leave it on you to work, okay?”

Frowning as he looked down over his body, the boy declared, “But it’s all over me.”

“That’s good,” Ethan said, pulling up Hunter’s shorts. Before he had a chance to pull the t-shirt back on, cum had gathered around the waistband of the shorts. Pulling the t-shirt over the boy’s sticky chest and tummy, Ethan smiled, declaring, “You are such a good boy, Hunter. I’m so proud of you.”

Hunter smiled but then pulled at his t-shirt, complaining, “It’s sticking to me.”

“It’s okay. It’ll dry.” Leading the young boy out of the office, he asked, “Shall we go to the cinema now?”

Hunter beamed a massive smile, wiping away his spent tears as he answered, “Yes.”

Ethan drove both Max and Hunter to a cinema in a different town, allowing them to pick a film they wanted to see.

“You smell funny.” Max had said at one point.

“He smells like a big boy,” Ethan had replied for Hunter, who smiled happily at the praise in front of his new friend.

As Ethan parked his car, his phone rang. It was Jack.

“Hi, is everything okay?” Ethan could hear that it wasn’t, as Jack sniffled and coughed, then the sounds of vomiting.

“No, I’ve come down with something. I’ve sent the boys to a sitter’s. I’ll…” Silence for a few seconds, “…I’ll text you the number so that you can take Hunter there.”

“Don’t be daft. I’ll keep him overnight.” Ethan wrapped the conversation up as fast as he could, happy that his plans for the weekend were coming together.

The cinema was a genuine treat for Hunter from Ethan, but only because Max was so new and he would be going back to his dad after the cinema. Otherwise, Ethan would have had more fun.

Instead, he had to settle for watching Hunter fidget, pulling at his clothes to stop them sticking to him and grabbing at himself because he was so horny. His evening, however, was only just beginning. 

Chapter 9

“Why are we here?” Hunter questioned as Ethan led him into an apartment building.

“Jack says he’s not very well, so you’re staying with me tonight,” he replied, pulling him close into a hug, “and my nephew lives here.”

He led Hunter into a living room. “Billy, this is Hunter,” Ethan called out to an older boy who had been lying on the floor watching TV and swinging his feet. “Can you take him to your room to play for a bit? I need to talk to your dad.”

“Okay, Uncle Ethan.”

Billy stood up, and Hunter nervously took the older boy’s hand as he pulled him away and upstairs.

“How old are you, Hunter?” Billy asked as they got to his room.

Hunter took a moment to stare at all of the Star Wars posters and the desk, the toys, the racing car bed before he realized he had to answer.

“I’m six tomorrow,” he replied shyly.

“I’m ten,” Billy answered as he sat on the floor. Hunter noticed straight away that he could see Billy’s wiener and balls up his shorts; they were bigger than his. “Can I see your wiener?” Billy asked straight away.

Hunter was embarrassed again. “What?”

“Show me your wiener.”

Hunter shook his head no, feeling uncertain about the new older blonde boy. “I don’t want to.”

Billy snorted. “Chicken, I bet lots of people see it anyway.”

Hunter knew that was true, and he suddenly felt ridiculous for having said no, but he still made no move to show Billy. However, he also made no move to resist as Billy leaned forward and pulled his shorts down.

“Wow, you’re pretty,” Billy stated. “You’ve even got skin on yours. Mine doesn’t.”

Hunter was well aware that Billy had no skin on the end of his pee-pee since he had clearly seen it inside his shorts.

Billy grabbed hold of Hunter’s wiener and rolled it between his finger and thumb, commenting, “It’s so tiny.”

“No, it’s not,” Hunter answered back defensively.

“Yes, it is. I’ve seen lots of boys, and yours is the smallest I’ve seen. I like it.” He manipulated the blushing Hunter into an erection and smiled at him. “Do you know how to rub?”

Hunter nodded, and that was enough for Billy. He let go and scooted closer, pulling down his shorts, and as he did so said, “Rub me.”

“I’m not supposed to,” Hunter said while staring at Billy’s wiener as it started to become rigid.

“Yes, you are,” Billy said.

“Uncle Ethan!” the older boy shouted out. “Can we do rubs?”

There was a moment of lowered voices in the living room before Ethan replied, “Yes, but don’t let Hunter cum.”

“See? Rub mine.”

Hunter was more intrigued with why he could not go back into the living room than to notice Billy pulling his hand onto his boner at first. It was not until the older boy urged him on that his attention focused on the fact he was holding another boy’s boner.

“You’re cute,” Billy said as Hunter began to rub him slowly. “Who did you rub today?”

Hunter blushed fiercely. “How do you know I did that.”

“I can smell it. You smell nice,” Billy said.

Hunter frowned, replying, “No, you can’t.”

Billy shrugged and let himself feel good from the younger boy’s ministrations, but it was not quite right. “Hold it like this,” he said, demonstrating on Hunter. “Yeah, you got it.”

Soon both boys were jerking each other off, Billy on his knees with Hunter standing right in front of him.

“Do you get teased a lot for having a baby wiener?” Billy asked as he released his grip, watching the thing twitch and bounce.

“No! It’s not a baby one. Stop saying that!” Hunter spat angrily.

“Whatever,” Billy said nonchalantly, “suck me.”

“What?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Put my wiener in your mouth and suck it.”

Hunter remembered Ethan doing that to him, so he knew Billy was not tricking him, but he was not sure he wanted to do that, especially as Billy kept saying mean things.

“Come on, I’ll do you after,” Billy offered.

Hunter sighed. “Will it taste bad?”

“No, I had a bath.” Billy pointed his three-inch erection forwards, toying with himself while recalling his earlier bath with his dad’s friend for a moment. Looking down at the half-naked little boy, he pleaded, “Please, please, please, suck me.”

The sudden change in power had Hunter willing to accept. This older boy was begging him to do something. He knelt and put his face close to it, noting in wonder that it had a curve to it, which his own did not. ‘Did all wieners with no skin curve like that?’ he wondered. He did not have much time to think, as Billy poked it at him impatiently.

Hunter had to force himself to open his mouth, and the moment he did, the rigid tube of boy-flesh was in and pressing against his tongue. Billy began humping Hunter’s mouth, bashing his pubic mound up against the younger boy’s nose as he tried to make himself feel good.

“Close your lips around it and then lick it with your tongue.”

Hunter did as instructed, wondering if this was how Ethan had tickled him earlier and then realizing that it did not have much taste of anything. In the next instance, though, he found himself automatically bringing his hands up and onto Billy’s hips to try and take back some control over the frantic humping, which was starting to hurt him.

To Billy, it just encouraged him to be more forceful, thinking it was a sign that Hunter was enjoying doing it. He loved getting sucked off but very rarely was it another boy, and so his aggressive humping had never been an issue for the many adults who had dived between his legs.

Less than two minutes passed, and Billy grunted and shook, grabbing Hunter’s head and holding him still as his boner became too sensitive. Hunter felt it jumping in his mouth and allowed himself to be pulled tight onto Billy’s crotch, thankful the older boy was no longer bashing into him. He continued to flick his tongue around it until Billy squealed to stop and pulled himself free. Hunter continued kneeling while fiddling with his own boner.

“Do you want to play on my Xbox?” Billy asked as he pulled his shorts up.

“Okay,” he said, having forgotten the promise of some mutual sucking.

~~~~~~~

“Why us?” Billy’s dad was asking Ethan in the living room.

“Because you owe me, plus your son is a little slut. He’s already asked about jerking off with Hunter, and we only just got here.”

“Please, don’t call him that. You know I don’t like it.”

Ethan smirked. “But you like plowing his tight little pussy every night, don’t you?” Ethan slapped his friend on the back. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be a few hours, and Billy will keep him busy. Just don’t interfere. Deal?” Billy’s dad, Dan, had always been a problematic person, but Ethan knew the buttons to press and which arm to twist to get what he wanted.

“Fine, just don’t leave him here all night like the last time.”

Ethan chuckled. “I won’t. Plus, it’s his birthday tomorrow.”

“Okay then. I’ll just watch TV.”

Ethan stood up and slipped into Billy’s room, just in time to see Billy having his dry cum inside Hunter’s mouth. ‘Damn, you little horny cunt.’ Ethan thought to himself as he adjusted his erection, giving the boys enough time to dress before entering.

“Hey, boys.”

Billy did not even look up from his Xbox as Ethan entered the room.

“Hi, Uncle Ethan.”

Hunter blushed and smiled. Knowing that Ethan had given them permission to play naked did not alleviate his embarrassment.

“Are you boys having fun?” He sat between them and placed a hand over both of their crotches.

Billy did not even move, allowing Ethan to squeeze him through his clothing. Hunter’s eyes darted from Billy to Ethan to Ethan’s hand at his new friend’s groin.

“Practice time, Hunter,” he said, standing the boy up in front of him. He smiled warmly at the uncertainty showing on Hunter’s face.

“Come on, sweetie.”

Hunter looked once more to his new friend but realized he was paying no attention, and so with slow hands, he reached out and felt the front of Ethan’s jeans.

“You do it. You need to practice opening trousers by yourself. You’re six tomorrow.”

Hunter frowned at having received the challenge. He hated having to do buttons, especially on jeans, but he reached forward with both hands and started to fumble with the button. Billy cast a momentary glance to his side to see what was going on before returning his attention back to the game he had booted up. After a few minutes of frustration, Hunter felt the button slide open, and he looked up proudly with a smile on his face.

“Well done, but keep going.” Ethan once again began feeling Billy’s crotch, grabbing at the erection hidden beneath the clothing before sliding his hand inside the older boy’s shorts and grasping his erection between a finger and thumb.

Hunter unzipped Ethan’s jeans effortlessly and pulled the front open before pulling down the boxers and exposing the man’s enormous boner again. With both hands, Hunter grasped the large adult cock and began a clumsy up and down motion, looking into Ethan’s face for approval.

However, Ethan gave none. He wanted Hunter to work hard to get approval. So as Hunter made him feel good, he just continued to casually play with Billy’s erection, gradually picking up the pace and jerking the older boy off, feeling each little bump under the skin and enjoying the banana-shaped length. Every time Billy was about to overtake someone in his video game, Ethan would speed up his jerking, making it feel good, and Billy would lose his concentration for a moment and crash or miss a corner.

He deliberately ignored Hunter as the little boy worked on him. He knew that Hunter craved the attention and would double his efforts to get noticed.

Suddenly Ethan gasped. His attention snapped to Hunter, who had put his lips around the tip of Ethan’s penis and was licking at it. The sensation was one he had not expected, and for Hunter to have initiated it…. He felt himself quickly nearing the point of no return.

“Billy, did you teach little Hunter to suck this good already?”

Hunter was more assertive at the compliment, holding tight and licking madly at the top as if his life depended on it.

Billy paused his game and looked at what Hunter was doing. Sniffing back a runny nose, he shrugged and smiled coyly at Ethan.

Billy stood up on the bed and pulled his bottoms down, allowing his stiffy to spring free before shoving himself at Ethan’s face and practically forcing the man to suck him. Hunter could not quite see what was happening, but he knew his friend stood over Ethan and himself.

Ethan sucked Billy into the base and took in his balls too. He disliked Billy’s forcefulness and dreamed of being able to put the boy in his place, but he knew some men liked a boy who made the first move, and so he had never discouraged it. He made himself hold off as long as he could until Billy started humping fast and hard into his face, his bony hips stinging slightly as the boy approached orgasm.

Ethan grunted and felt himself cum, resisting the urge to hold Hunter’s head.

Hunter did not recognize the signs of orgasm, so when the first volley of cum erupted, it filled his mouth and went straight down his throat. The force of it made him cough, which in turn made it fly back up and out of his nose. All of this happened as he was pulling back. The second blast coated his tongue and teeth, ending over his lips and chin.

Hunter was panicking in his inability to control his coughing and breathing. His nose stung, and the man-milk had taken him by surprise. He was falling backward onto the floor as Billy moaned his dry cum into Ethan’s mouth.

The stuff was slimy, lumpy, and tasted odd. Still trying to control his coughing, Hunter dribbled the cum onto the floor, expelling as much as he could from his mouth while wiping his hand over his chin, succeeding only in spreading the stuff further and over his hand and arm for good measure.

Ethan let Billy slip from his mouth and gave him a slap to his butt while looking down at Hunter, who used his tongue to expel cum and dribble it onto Billy’s carpet. Seeing an opportunity to further Hunter’s training, Ethan stood up, pulling up his clothes.

“That was great, thanks, boys.”

And he walked out of the room. His reasons for going into the room had been to tell Hunter he was popping out, but that now seemed unimportant, and so he quietly slipped away.

“Don’t waste it!” Billy hissed in frustration, dropping to his knees next to the little boy. He cupped his hands together. “Dribble it in my hands.”

Hunter did as asked, eager to expel the last of the slimy stuff, along with all the excess saliva. He dribbled it all out into Billy’s waiting hands.

“Eww!” Hunter stated as Billy licked up the pool of cum and spit from his cupped hands. “That’s gross.”

Billy glared at his friend. “No, it’s not. Try it.” He offered up his cupped hands, but Hunter shook his head, “You’re such a baby. You’ll never get big if you don’t learn to like it.”

Hunter said nothing until Billy grabbed Hunter’s arm and started to lick his hand and forearm of more man-milk.

“Hey, stop it!”

“Please, I want it, and you don’t like it anyway,” Billy pleaded desperately.

Hunter looked down at his arm and the offending slime on it and then back at Billy, who was obviously some sort of gross crazy person who wanted the stuff.

“Okay.”

Billy once again began licking the young boy’s arm and hand, making sure he got all of the cum from between Hunter’s fingers and up and under his arm. He did not even think twice about asking when he leaned forwards and began licking Hunter’s chin and lips. Hunter, however, was quick to reject his friend, pulling away and giggling.

“You’re weird. Stop it.”

Billy shrugged and stood back, pulling his shorts back up, and just like before, returned to his Xbox as if nothing had happened.

With Billy distracted, Hunter had time for his brain to catch up. He could still taste the man-milk, and although he did not like the way it was slimy and lumpy, he did not know if he liked the taste. Was it his imagination? Making sure that Billy was not looking, he scooped some cum from his chin that Billy had failed to get and studied it on his finger before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. As he inhaled, he realized that the stuff was inside his nose, and so he had already smelled it. He sniffled loudly and felt some of it go down his throat.

Billy still was not looking, and so tentatively, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to his finger and quickly pulled his tongue back inside. He could not taste anything different from what he was already tasting, and so he did it again, this time sucking his finger clean.

He wrinkled his nose and removed his offending finger, putting his hand as far away as possible as he forced himself to swish the stuff around his mouth. At that moment, however, little Hunter realized that he liked the taste. He just did not like the slimy feel to it. Not wanting to have more, he lifted his t-shirt and used it to wipe his face clean of cum, covering the t-shirt with the stuff instead.

Hunter climbed back up into the bed next to his new friend and watched the older boy in his racing game while he subconsciously rubbed himself to feel good.

~~~~~~~

Ethan felt himself firming up again as he walked away from the babysitter’s house with Lucas in his arms and Zach walking next to him. He had, of course, spoken briefly to Jack, insisting that it was no problem for him to have all three boys overnight and had won the argument when he said it would be good for Hunter to have his brothers there on his birthday.

The moment that he had Lucas strapped in, Ethan moved around the car to Zach. Leaning in through the open door, he slid his hand down Zach’s shorts and undies, not caring about the busy road behind him because it was dark and he was blocking most of the view. Zach giggled as he felt Ethan’s fingers grab his wiener and make him feel good. Ethan felt Zach become hard and smiled at him.

“Are you my little slut?”

Zach nodded happily. “Yes.”

“What are you?” Ethan asked, casting a glance towards the sitter’s house and seeing she was still standing in the doorway.

“Your little slut,” Zach giggled, not really understanding the words he was using.

“Good slut, Zachy,” Ethan said, removing his hand and quickly strapping him in.

As he closed the door, he waved to the sitter and got in his car, heading back to pick up Hunter.

Zach sat in the back of the car, happy to have been picked up by Ethan. His thumb was in his mouth, and his other hand was down his pants, casually pulling at his stiff wiener.

“Can you be a good slut for me, Zachy?” Ethan asked, looking back in the rearview mirror.

Zach nodded.

“Lucas needs you to rub his wiener for him.”

Zach looked at Ethan in the mirror with a perplexed expression.

“Why?”

“Because he can’t do it himself. He’s only a few weeks old, so you need to help him because you’re his big brother.” Ethan could see the gears turning behind those eyes that stared back at him. “Just reach over and slide your hand inside his diaper.”

Zach looked over at his baby brother sitting in the baby seat and wondered about his big brother role. Taking his thumb from his mouth, he reached over and wiggled his fingers into Lucas’ diaper.

Deeper and deeper they went, searching for the wiener Zach knew was inside. As his whole hand disappeared inside the warm diaper, he found his brother’s wiener, and his fingers grasped it. Lucas cooed, finding the sensation funny, especially as the fingers tickled and prodded him.

Ethan could not see the action through the mirror, but he knew it was going on as he pulled up to a set of lights. He saw a family in a larger car next to his, a stunner of a boy in the back and a not bad-looking lady in the passenger seat, elevated above his low riding vehicle. As his car rolled up parallel, he smiled at the woman and returned his attention to the road.

Zach felt the pricklet swelling in his hand and was proud of himself for making Lucas get hard. As he began the up and down rubbing as he had been taught, he realized that the boy in the car next to them could see he had one hand down his pants and one in his brother’s diaper. Knowing he was doing something secret, he froze as the boy stared back.

As the lights changed, they pulled away, and Zach’s fear left. He began tugging up and down on his little brother’s wiener, feeling it glide between his fingers as he went faster and faster, just like how he had done to Peter before.

“Do I stop now?” Zach asked a few minutes later.

Ethan had adjusted his mirror so that he could see both boys and had enjoyed watching the past few minutes as he neared his destination.

“No, not yet. Keep going, Zachy.”

And so he did, rubbing faster, ignoring the ache in his arm from the awkward position. Lucas’ wiener suddenly got stiffer and jumped between his fingers. Lucas’ arms and legs shot out as if he had been jolted awake, and then Zach felt his hand getting really warm. Ethan watched, amused as Lucas had an orgasm.

“My hand feels warm,” Zach said, knowing something was different but not understanding why.

“You’re going to be the best slut in the world, Zachy. Good boy,” Ethan said. “You can stop now.”

Zach stopped, grateful for the rest. As he pulled his hand free, he realized it was wet. “Help! He wee-weed on me,” he said, mortified.

“It’s okay, Zachy. Why don’t you wee-wee yourself like Lucas, so he doesn’t feel stupid.”

“No, I’m not a baby.”

Ethan sighed as Zach held his hand away from himself as he protested the request from Ethan.

“Zachy, if you don’t wee-wee yourself like a big boy, then you will have to put your hand back in his diaper.”

“No!” was all he said as they pulled up outside his apartment.

“Zachy!” Ethan barked sharply. “Wee-wee yourself right now, young man!”

Zach burst into tears, not liking being shouted at and suddenly feeling very confused. Ethan unfastened his belt and turned around, leaning into the back. He cupped a hand between Zach’s legs and leaned close to him.

“Wee-wee, right now! You’re a mean little boy, squealing that Lucas wee-weed! Now do it!”

“I don’t want to.”

Zach looked at Ethan somewhat fearfully and felt the need to go quite badly. Ethan pressed more firmly.

“Do it now,” he said sternly.

Crying, Zach tried to release his bladder, but he found that he could not, but the added warmth from Ethan’s hand over his groin was aiding his effort, and ever so slowly at first, he felt a trickle, and then it let loose in his pants.

Ethan felt the warmth under his hand and removed it, watching as the wet patch spread across the front of Zach’s pants. Zach felt the piss tickling him as it went between his legs and under him to where he was sitting. Zach continued to cry as he wet himself. Ethan waited for Zach to finish before he said anything else.

“Good boy, Zachy. Now Lucas won’t feel sad. You are a good big brother for weeing yourself.”

With some sadistic pleasure, Ethan got out and went around and helped Zach out of the car first, making sure to stand him under a street light as he went and retrieved Lucas. Finally, he made his way into the apartment, knowing that someone had noticed Zach’s wet clothes, the sort of knowledge you get when you know you’re being watched.

Maybe you were the person who spotted Ethan, Zach, and Lucas as they exited their car one evening near Christmas. A crying four-year-old with a wet patch. Think back; were you Ethan’s mystery onlooker?