Chapter Four





   Nicky was none too pleased with his two aggressors who rolled off his
body to lie on their sides.  Egan held his nose and made him swallow the
thick sour goop, however a filmy remnant of it lingered that he spat on the
blanket as Egan and Kyle laughed at him.



   "Fuck off!" he sneered at them, "I wanna go home now, --take me home."



   "Take you home?" replied Egan.  "Ya haven't even had the main event
yet!" he laughed grasping his withering cock that the young boy couldn't
help but notice the pus leaking from the tip of, the same stuff that he was
forced to ingest and could still taste.



   Nicky knew exactly what Egan had in mind, the thought of that monster up
his bum made his scramble on all fours for the sliding door.  Egan hardly
moved except to grab the kid's ankle and haul him back until his head was
directly in front of Egan's crotch.  "Clean it off with yer tongue like a
good boy and I may not make you clean your brother's dirty cock."



   Nicky looked at Kyle's still erect, grease laden dick amazed that it
didn't appear dirty considering where it had been, but the thought still
made him nauseous and he opted for the man's big schlong, the sharp painful
pinch to his Achilles tendon sped up his thought process.  Like a big
lollipop, he licked up and down the sides and over the top until no more
juice was seeping from the slit.



   Nicky wasn't entirely innocent.  He liked to watch the men in the
showers at the YMCA, always curious about their genitals that he discovered
came in all shapes and sizes, even wondering how big some of them would
grow during an erection.  However, never in his wildest imagination did he
wish to be so intimately close to one, it was simply a natural boyhood
amusement.  Nicky also knew about sperm, the same shit he had just
swallowed which was again sensed by his tastebuds.



   He knew about jerking off and blowjobs from other kids who talked of
about it at school, even surmising that the strange sounds coming from the
bed next to his was his brother doing the "nasty" under his covers every
night and morning.  He had to admit that when Kyle sucked him earlier, it
felt exciting, as well as the strange sensations when Egan disgustingly
licked his hole.  The man's fingers hurt like hell, and his brother's cock
even more so.  He feared the larger one in his hand would rip him apart and
almost cried knowing his fate, but crying was for sissies, and he was no
sissy!  Once, the locally bully, Jamie Fullerton, put his arm behind his
back with such force that he broke it.  Nicky never cried at the
excruciating pain which caused Jamie to take things further until an
audible snap was heard.



   He didn't cry even then, winning his friends over by his bravery.  They
all signed his cast; even other kids looked up to him wanting to befriend
him.  Nicky had gained the notoriety of being a bully himself, lunch monies
and personal property was handed over for the asking without violence.  At
ten years-old, he was the leader of the rather docile `Panther' gang, ten
boys strong, who he made steal candy, comic books and dirty magazines from
stores.  Once, when he wanted a certain bike on display outside a sporting
goods store, he ordered two boys armed with bolt cutters to secure it for
him.



   The three drank more warm beer.  Egan made Kyle lick and suck Nicky's
genitals, giving into his own strange temptation to do the same.  Egan let
it be known that he wasn't a fag like Kyle was, reminding the slut boy of
the many men he serviced at Jason and Chad's sex party the night before,
belittling him would make him all the more submissive, Egan thought.



   Egan then realized the potential of a gold mine in drugs he could obtain
by providing Nicky's ass to the paedophile ring.  His enterprising brain
also thought about supplying both brothers for `private' sessions in hotels
and motels if he did his homework and found a client base, small at first,
but ever growing by word of mouth that he was sure the like-minded men
shared over the internet.  Hell, he could even rent Aaron's ass if supply
and demand was enough.



   Egan was bone hard as he watched the two brothers fellate each other;
Nicky on top with his ass in the air was part of his master plan when he
later orchestrated the incestuous sixty-nine for his viewing pleasure. 
Kyle caved in to another dose of ecstasy, Nicky had to be coerced by the
gospel of a double dare imposed that Kyle knew would be irresistibly
challenged by the ten year-old.



   Egan lubed his cock and settled on his knees behind Nicky.  With one arm
in a vice-like grip under the boy's hips, he forced himself into the tight
confines.  Little did he know that Nicky had mentally prepared himself for
the onslaught, determined to not show cowardice.  He reared his head back
vocalizing profanity, but never resisted or tried to get away.



   Egan felt his hanging balls rest on Kyle's forehead, who would be
staring up at the scene of the man's cock forging deeper into his brother.
Damn, the kid was tight.

   With his rectal muscles clamped as a subconscious preventive measure. 
Egan equated it to trying to stuff his cock into the opening of a juice
bottle, except only for the fact that the hole was surrendering precious
space.  Egan would push, then retract, and push again.  It was a slow
process, nonetheless, utopia was reached when he felt his pubic hair mashed
against the kid's ass cheeks.



   He forgave Nicky's lapse in blowing his brother, but insisted that he
masturbate Kyle while he adjusted to the impalement, having to be reminded
many times becoming forgetful.  He heard Kyle's slurps, knowing full well
that Nicky had gone flaccid and no amount of stimulation could override the
pain in keeping his erection.



   Once Egan felt Nicky was calm enough, remembering back the many years
ago when Aaron claimed a sense of numbness superseded the threshold of pain
to a dull ache, he instructed the boy to resume blowing his brother.  A
slap to the side of his faced was needed to bring him back to reality; the
boy might have even passed out temporarily.



   Egan took longer strides back and forth increasing the tempo rapidly not
caring as to the boys welfare any longer.  He had only two things in mind,
fucking the kid senseless and watching him do his brother, a hand full of
Nicky's long hair thrusting his head up and down to impatiently remind him
once again what was expected.  When Kyle heard the gurgling and gasp
sounds, he knew that Kyle had cum catching Nicky off guard, yet the boy
quickly regained his composure and milked his brother with a hand, and an
inch or two remaining in his sucking mouth.



   Egan held off as long as he could allowing Kyle to blissfully orgasm
before he pulled out and rolled Nicky onto his back using his knees to push
him up the boy's torso and force his cock where he wanted to enjoy his
final moment.  Egan didn't have to pinch the kid's nose; in two loud gulps
he swallowed both combined loads with a look of distaste.



   It was his turn to be the aggressor when Egan had him fuck his older
brother, much to Kyle's dismay.  He needed no encouragement to get even and
pounded away while Kyle held his knees to his chest.  He was used to much
bigger cocks, and had long got over the humility of that, however, his
little brother using him was demeaning, to say the least, but he was very
surprised when Nicky spasmed, Egan's finger up the kid's bum found its mark
causing a dry, but intense orgasm.



   Egan ruffled the boy's hair and congratulated him on a job well done. 
Nicky smiled, not sure if he was pleased with himself, or not.  However, he
had already established in his own mind that a few of his `gang' members
were going to be subjected to sexually pleasing him among other things.



   * * *



   After dropping the boys off at home and getting their phone number,
assuring inquisitive Kyle that he was definitely going to get him laid by a
girl as promised, he drove to Aarons place and climbed in the window to
find him fast asleep.  He stripped naked and got into bed holding his young
friend close to his chest and fell deep into his own slumber.



   They had been avoiding Aaron's place, preferring the assured privacy of
Egan's room where his mother respected his privacy.  Aaron would lie to his
parents about whose house he was sleeping overnight at.  It was mid
afternoon when Mrs.  Smyth was concerned enough to barge into her son's
room stopping dead in her tracks taking in the scene of the much older teen
cuddling young Aaron, both fast asleep.  She tried to resist her
temptation, but it became overwhelming.  Justified was her baby boy's
well-being at the hands of the legally adult man/boy in her son's bed.  She
knew they had maintained a close relationship well after Kyle should have
moved on to friends his own age.  Moving forward to the edge of the bed,
she held her breath hoping she would not find what she had found years
earlier.  She slowly lifted the covers exposing both naked bodies, Kyle's
leg over Aaron's left hip, their groins against each others.  The sight was
no ordinary boy thing as Aaron once professed innocently the last time she
found them in bed together naked "No big deal, Mom; --we're both boys,
DAH!"



   Mrs.  Smyth couldn't help but notice her son's flaming-red bum cheeks
and the small dark bruises on his back.  She was no dumb lady, she
confirmed what she had suspected all along, her son was being sexually
abused by Kyle Miller!  Grabbing the only weapon she found close by, she
forced the bed lamp from the electrical socket and began to beat Egan with
it screaming like the mad-lady she was.



   Egan awoke to the harsh reality and covered his head screaming in pain
as the lamp stuck him elsewhere.  He scrambled out of bed and held his arms
and hands in front of him pleading Mrs.  Smyth to back off.  His full
nudity only caused her more fury and she raced around the bed to beat him,
the shade had fallen off and bulb had long since burst leaving shards of
glass that cut into Kyle wherever it struck him.



   Aaron awoke to the commotion, still very groggy from the drug overdose
to see his naked friend being assaulted by his mother.  Notwithstanding his
own nudity, it took every ounce of energy to crawl out of bed and position
himself between the two.  Mrs.  Smyth took one look at Aaron's crimson red,
sore looking genitals with obvious hickies applied to his groin and thighs
and went ballistic all over again shoving Aaron aside.  Egan had no choice
but to jump out the bedroom window naked and run hearing Mrs.  Smyth saying
she was calling the cops.



   Thankfully, Egan had stored a key under the left front wheel-well of the
van, if Mrs.  Smyth hadn't called the police, his nudity in the street
kneeling while trying to locate the magnetic box would most assuredly raise
the alarm among the neighbours.  He had never been more humiliated in his
life.  Finally he located the device, opened the door and sped off shaking
like a leaf.  He was more frightened than he'd ever been in his life
envisioning going to jail on molestation charges.  Egan didn't go home
although he had no clothes he needed to hide out somewhere secluded, his
grandfather's cabin would serve as a safe house until he could figure
things out.  It occurred to him that kept his Speedo bathing suit in the
van, enough to wear to pump gas at his Uncle John's gas station and put the
charges on his dad's standing account.



   Meanwhile, Aaron was having it out with his mom and dad.



   "So what if we were naked together!" he screamed, "I was really cold and
Egan was trying to warm me up and we fell asleep.  YES, he came in through
the window, only because you don't want him around, --MOM!  He's my friend
and would never hurt me.  These bruises are from gym class playing floor
hockey, and the rash I got was from peeing myself and walking around in it
all day at school too embarrassed to be excused to go home and change." he
lied, letting the tears flow for emphasis.



   Mr Smyth turned to his wife, threw his hands up in the air in an "I told
ya so" sort of way, said exactly that and walked away from the situation to
enjoy his televised football game mumbling something about boys naturally
sleeping naked after a certain age outgrowing pyjamas no different than he
slept.  He paused and turned for the last word, "You had best hope that the
kid doesn't press charges against YOU for assault, causing bodily harm
using that lamp on him!"



   His wife screamed back at him, "Normal boys don't sleep naked with each
other, Frank!  They wear something out of decency!" she then screamed even
louder when he was getting out of earshot.  "Especially when one is
nineteen and the other fourteen, it's not natural, Frank!"



   The frustrated man wanting the issue dropped, turned on more time to
address his drama wife, "I slept naked with my older brother until the day
he got married, Joyce!  He was twenty-three, I was sixteen.  --So put that
in your pipe and smoke it, ya stupid bitch." and for an encore he said,
"Egan used to be like a son until you started getting on his case.  He's
been like a big brother to Aaron all these years, ya oughta be thankful to
him for keeping Aaron on the straight and narrow all these years.  --Now, I
don't want to hear another word about it, GOT IT?"



   Aaron had never seen his dad stand up to his wife before then.  Perhaps
he was avoiding the truth that his son might be a fag, Mr.  Smyth did give
that a fleeting thought at the time, but quickly dismissed it as
ridiculous. The polite, decent boy had been nothing but a fine mentor and
role model for Aaron, so what if they chose to sleep in the buff with each
other.  Case closed.



   Egan was halfway to his grandfather's cabin when his cell phone rang. 
It was Aaron, and he hoped it wasn't a trick by the police to track him via
GPS, he answered.  Breathing a deep sigh of relief just when thoughts of
suicide entered his mind rather than face the public humiliation as Aaron
told him the details that that followed his mother's rampage.



   Egan turned around and went home for clothes and his gym bag for his
appointment to join Aaron and his dad for a game of tennis, hopefully Mark
would be there as invited the week earlier.  Egan forgot all about his near
brush with the law and began fantasising about Mark.  Seeing the boys
expensive, golden coloured BMX locked in the bike rack, he looked around
and used his van key to let the air out of the front tire.



   He met Aaron and Mr.  Smyth in the locker room.  The man was all
apologetic as to his wife's behaviour, hugging the boy standing in his
underwear a little longer than would be expected, the man's hand on his
left butt cheek.  Egan wondered if the heavy set man wasn't coming on to
him in a quasi kind of way.



   Sure enough, they ran into Mark bouncing balls off the wall with his
racket outside the court.  He was wearing the same small shorts that
revealed his buried treasures for nicely, Egan's manhood stirred at the
sight of the cock teaser's crotch.  Mark was pleased to see the group who
had invited him for a foursome.  Switching off every ten minutes playing
doubles, Egan was happy when the flip of a coin matched him and Mark,
quality time spent getting to know each other better as they sat out
awaiting their next round talking everything from sports and girls during
their intervals.  Twelve-year old Mark was visibly embarrassed discussing
girls, he pawed the ground with his foot as he admitted to liking one
particular girl in his class.



   Egan was blunt in commenting, "I bet you would like to fuck her silly
and ya beat yer meat morning and night thinking about her."



   Mark turned red, giggled an insecure giggle staring at his feet, the
conversation evolving in an uncomfortable mode.  After the next set, Egan
talked about blowjobs.



   "They're the best, dude.  Better than sticking your dick in a pussy any
day!" When they sat out awaiting their next round, Egan elaborated on the
pleasures of a blowjob and how girls, sadly, don't like doing that for
guys. Seconds before their next round, he left Mark wondering if he heard
right, "Guys give much better head, anyway!" Egan left the cliff hanger
unexplained as he ran onto the court, Mark trailing behind.  Egan called
Mark over to the net, and in a joking way, suggested that that round winner
would get a BJ from the loser.



   Losing concentration, Mark's skills on the court suffered as he
reconciled what Egan had said.  Egan's game was intentionally thrown off,
wanting to be the loser and paying his debt later in the van driving Mark
home with his disabled bike.  When they met at the net to shake hands, Egan
leaned in and said, "Guess I owe ya one, dude!" and turned to run off the
court leaving Mark in a state of bewilderment, not believing his ears,
surely Egan hadn't been serious in his foolish bet.



   After the tennis match, Egan told Aaron to catch a ride home with his
dad, that he had errands to run and would catch up to him later.  He sat in
his van and waited for Mark to leave the club.  His plan worked like a
charm, he had Mark and his bicycle loaded in the van to drive him home.



   Except Egan didn't drive directly home, instead he drove to the secluded
beach at the lake and parked.  Mark questioned the detour from his
directions home; Egan replied that he wanted to show him his secret place
first.



   Parked a few yards from the lake, Egan asked, "Ya ever smoked weed?" as
he began to roll a joint.



   "No, -- well, ya, kind of.  My cousin gave me a puff once and I choked
my head off." he laughed.



   "Well, this stuff is smooth, buddy.  Not that cheap harsh stuff they
grow locally.  This is 100% pure Columbian Gold.  Fresh off the boat."



   Mark didn't want to smoke pot; however he was torn between right and
wrong in wanting to impress his new older friend.  "Great!" he said.



   Egan ushered Mark into the back and sat on the floor.  Mark sat across
from him, his legs crossed like a bowtie.  Egan could see a hint of darker
skin up the kid's left leg of his shorts where his smooth, tanned thigh
ended and a tan line began.  Just as he guessed, Marky wasn't a big fan of
underwear, Egan was certain that it was Mark's left testicle peeking out.
He boned up inside his own loose sweat shorts and didn't try and hide his
long testis hanging out the right side which Mark would have to have been
blind not to notice.



   Mark was impressed that he hardly coughed smoking the pot.  A warm,
fuzzy feeling came over him and he knew he was stoned for the first time
and commented on it to Egan.



   "Wanna try something even better?" He reached into a drawer and pulled
out a bag of pills.  "Ecstasy!  Now, this shit will blow yer mind."



   Mark was no fool, he knew what ecstasy was, his cousin raved about it.
However he wasn't sure that he wanted to try it until Egan pushed it
between his lips.  The decision was made for him.



   "Wanna go for a swim?" asked Egan.



   "I don't have my trunks."

   "Who said anything about trunks, --this place is secluded, buddy.  Aaron
and I come here all the time to skinny dip."



   Once again, Mark's decision was made for him when Egan grabbed his arm
and hauled him to his feet and out the van.  The older teen then ran
peeling off his clothes and dove into the lake.  Mark stood in place, too
embarrassed to take off his clothes in front of anyone.



   "Come on, chicken.  The water is nice.  Or do I have to come over there
and strip ya naked?" he laughed.



   Somehow Mark believed that wasn't a joke.  Egan would strip him, so he
slowly took off his shirt, shoes and socks and with every ounce of courage,
dropped his shorts and ran into the water covering his junk with both
hands.



   to be continued . . .



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