Ganymede

Summer Dreams

Chapters 9-11

I awoke slowly, dreaming of Dylan, of the beautiful naked boy with his arms wrapped around my waist, his slender brown legs around my buttocks, my penis inserted full depth into his anus. The boy was using all of his strength to lift himself up and down, his muscles straining, driving my cock hard into his body, then pulling up, sucking loudly as my cock came almost all of the way the way out, leaving just the head still inside, restricted by the boy's tight anal band. His mouth was half-open and he was breathing quickly, gasping for air, his hair dishevelled, tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes closed. Then his motions became more frenzied, jerking deliriously, his rectum squeezing, convulsing, his head throw back, a scream of ecstasy as he climaxed. His body erupted, from his small boy-penis a spurt of white-hot semen shot out between our bodies, landing on his chest, then another, more copious, thicker, like a grown man, his cock throbbing as more spurts came, unbelievably white and gooey as it drooled down over his narrow chest and belly. I stirred, sighing, trying to change the outcome of my dream, trying to reverse and then replay Dylan the way he was. Still not awake but semi-conscious, my eyes closed, I lay still as the outside world became real again.

"Look at Daddy's penis, it's huge isn't it? Isn't it stiff? Is it always this stiff?" I heard Kelly whisper.

"Huh? Yeah…" Dylan whispered back, "Isn't it 'awesome'? Stop wriggling 'round Kelly or you'll wake him up."

It took all my concentration to prevent a smile as the boys' words entered my world. I sighed gently, then made my chest rise and fall with each deep breath, feigning sleep.

"Can I touch it?" Kelly whispered, shifting slightly so that he was closer to me.

"No dummy, that'll wake him for sure," Dylan admonished.

"I like how it looks without any hair, it's funny… it looks so smooth like that," my son whispered.

"Yeah! It looks like ours, like he's still just a little kid… except his dick is a whole lot bigger…" Dylan giggled.

"Do you think my penis will be that big when I'm grown up?" Kelly asked.

"I guess… you're his kid… you'll probably be as big I s'pose. Your dick is already pretty big compared to mine isn't it," Dylan said. There was a note of sadness, regret, even a little shame in the older boy's voice. For some reason every boy is sensitive about the size of his penis. Boys like Dylan that are smaller than average are always at a disadvantage.

"Does Daddy's penis really go inside your bottom?" Kelly asked after a long pause.

"Huh huh," Dylan responded uncertainly. There was no denying the urge that grew inside him even now, the desire becoming stronger ever second that he lay there next to me. The boy's pale-blue eyes were glued to my erect penis, remembering the sensations he'd already experienced. The pain at first, the terror as the huge cock sunk into him, the pressure building until he thought his body would explode, then the bruising endless thrusting that lifted him up even as the cock pounded down in his buttocks, down into the pit of his belly, until every part of his young body was concentrated below his spine. Part of him had hated it at first, tried to deny that it had ever happened, demanded that he resist, then only a few hours later in the dark bedroom he had conquered the hatred, understood that he could never deny it again. The truth had risen up inside him, he had discovered his true self that afternoon at the farm. Even now Dylan knew that his own small cock was hard, pointing stiffly out into the nylon of his new briefs. There was a feeling in his belly, or rather deep inside his body, that gnawed hungrily, a void demanding to be filled.

"How far, Dylan… you know… how far inside does it go?" Kelly whispered, bringing Dylan back from his silent thoughts.

"Huh? Oh!… Pretty far… mostly the whole way in I guess," Dylan whispered, remembering, feeling a sudden rush of excitement, now very aware of the demanding, aching presence of the void, making his sphincter tighten though not uncomfortably, squeezing on his bowel again and again. "Yeah, his dick goes in pretty far," he added proudly for emphasis.

"But… doesn't it hurt, Dylan? I mean… well Daddy's penis is so big… and well… your bottom isn't that big… He really puts it in where you poop?" Kelly asked curiously. Confronted by my erect penis, I could hear that the younger boy was frightened as he considered what the answer to his question would mean.

"Yeah! It hurts… at first it hurt like hell… but I didn't tell him. I knew he wanted to do it to me so much. Then after a bit it doesn't… well hurt as much… well only it does, but it's different. It gets kinda stretched back there, in my butt-hole… Don't be a dummy, Kelly, of course that's where he puts it in me," Dylan whispered. I sensed Dylan's hand move slightly, dropping downward, then his small fingers enclosing, squeezing on the swollen rounded end of his penis where it is the most sensitive.

"Wow!" Kelly breathed out in awe, "It must be really big inside you. Does he do pee in you? the younger boy asked uncertainly.

Dylan giggled for a moment, "Not that big, like I said it stretches inside me so he fits, at first it's really tight inside if he just puts his finger in, then it gets loose after a bit. 'n he does pee inside me Kelly, he puts his sperm in me," he whispered.

"Huh? Well… but what's… sperm?" Kelly asked persistently.

"It's 'come'… what he makes babies with… what he made you with… only he put it inside your mom," Dylan answered patiently, then added as an after thought, "It's white and kinda thick and creamy. You don't get it until you're older… like a teenager."

"So you and Daddy are making babies! I knew you were!" Kelly said with conviction.

"Don't be dumb Kelly. I'm a boy, I can't have a baby, only girls can," Dylan retorted.

"Okay, so why does he put his stuff in your bottom… his sperm stuff?" Kelly continued.

"'cause… well 'cause it makes him feel good… and me too I guess… It makes both of us feel good inside Kelly…" Dylan said as he looked down at my still erect penis, no longer excited by my dream but by the boys instead. "It's… well it's kind of special, Kelly. I think it is anyway. I don't know why… maybe because part of him is inside me… after he takes his dick out." In those last few seconds Dylan's breathing had quickened and his voice became increasingly husky and strained. I had a good idea of what was on Dylan's mind.

The boys were quiet for a minute and I considered 'waking' up, fairly certain of what awaited me. I liked the thought of what Dylan had in store for me.

"Dylan… can I… ask you something?" Kelly began awkwardly, his voice trembling nervously.

"Yeahhh," Dylan said huskily, his fingers squeezing harder and faster on his rigid penis, rubbing the little head with his thumb, "Yeahhh what Kelly?"

"Well… can I watch?" Kelly mumbled.

"Huh?" Dylan sighed, moving his legs apart slightly, then trembling as he squeezed his hand, rubbing on the short hard shaft of his penis, massaging his little testicles under the nylon of his bikini briefs, then pulling his legs back together again as the pleasure mounted swiftly.

"Can I… watch… you know what you do with Daddy… Can I watch him put his penis in your bottom… can I?" Kelly asked urgently.

"Huh? You already saw that… on the farm," Dylan said, "on Saturday…have you forgotten?"

"No… well… but I didn't see that… I saw you both naked… and I could see Daddy moving… and you were kinda crying and jerking around on the bed… but I didn't see… that in your bottom," the younger boy answered. I knew Kelly had pointed to my cock, I heard the peculiar mixture of fear and respect, the wonder that a young boy feels when he is first confronted by a man's erect penis, the tumescent power that commands obeisance, his own small penis neglected and depreciated.

"Yeah… I s'pose Kelly… but you dad might not… I guess I don't mind but you can't ever tell anyone," Dylan said.

This was as good a time as any to wake up. I shifted, stirred, sighed, rolled over slightly towards Dylan so that my nose was pressed into his bare shoulder. He was warm and soft and sweet-smelling. "Hmmmmm," I sighed, then I licked the boy's skin. Dylan giggled as I licked again, downwards towards his tiny nipple. I touched the softness of the little mound of flesh, probed with my tongue, then nipped it lightly. "Hmmmmm, you taste soooo goooood," I said.

The older boy giggled again, "Hi! I thought you'd never wake up… It's almost nine… Kelly and I've been awake for a long while."

I started to laugh, unable to hold back any longer as I lifted myself up, then scrambling over Dylan, pressing him back into the bed, my legs either side of his, taking my weight on my arms. "So Dylan… I hear you like having my sperm in you?" I teased, my cock jerking and throbbing hungrily as it protruded outward pointing downward slightly toward the boy lying underneath me.

The boy looked up into my eyes, and he smirked obscenely as he nodded, "I like it when you 'come'. It's awesome, you get all shaky and wild-looking." He reached up, pulling my head down towards him as he lifted up to meet me. The kiss was sweet and gentle, Dylan's little tongue probing for mine, then as my tongue found his, his mouth opened wide and he sucked me back, taking all of my tongue before his own came swirling back to embrace me. I lowered my hips, pressing down onto Dylan, taking just enough of my weight on my knees and elbows so that he wasn't uncomfortable. I felt the boy's hard little penis squished under my belly, his slender arms locked tightly around my neck. My own cock lay in the gap between his legs, the engorged head pressed hard into his little soft scrotum, forcing his tiny delicate balls to the sides. I knew what I wanted, I was pretty sure about I knew what Dylan wanted.

I heard Kelly chanting childishly, "… Daddy and Dylan are in love. Daddy and Dylan are in love. Dylan and Daddy are kissing…" but I ignored him. I kissed Dylan again and again, his hot wet mouth sealed to mine, his tongue pushing up, exploring all the way into my mouth, my hips thrusting gently, making my cock pulse forward into the rounded little hemisphere of the boy's balls, rubbing his small cock under me.

Playfully slurping noisily as he broke the suction, Dylan pulled his mouth from mine, "You wanna fuck me?" the boy whispered in my ear, "'cause I do."

I grinned at him, my face only inches away from his. "You fell asleep last night," I teased.

Dylan grinned back, "So! I'm not sleepy now, am I?"

"No," I laughed, "You certainly aren't. My little friend down there feels pretty hard too."

"Yeah! So's mine… So you wanna?" Dylan asked huskily.

"Heh Dad, Dylan says he doesn't care if I watch," Kelly blurted out, "So can I?… Please?"

I glanced sideways at my son. He was sitting up looking at us. He'd taken his clothes off, everything except his pink-neon underpants, so that like Dylan, he was nearly naked. The little pointed tent in his new nylon briefs was unmistakable. I glanced back at the boy underneath me, he shrugged and then smiled shyly, "I don't care if he sees everything… he's gonna see us sooner or later. I guess the sooner he knows what happens, then he won't bug us."

Dylan's logic was irrefutable. Get rid of the younger boy's curiosity and he'd leave us alone.

I turned to Kelly, "Okay, but just this time. You have to do us a favor first," I said. Kelly grinned at Dylan and nodded obediently, his eagerness clearly displayed. "Okay, go get the little jar of yellow stuff out of my bag, I think I left it on the couch outside." Kelly hurried off and I turned my attention back to Dylan. We kissed urgently, hungrily, enjoying the privacy we now had together. With our mouths stilled locked together I carefully rolled off Dylan and onto the bed, twisted back and with my left hand tugged the boy's blue-neon briefs downward, my fingers crooked under the thin elastic waist-band.

The tip of Dylan's penis caught under the waist-band, levering it downward, then suddenly, loudly it came free and smacked against his flat brown belly. "Ouch," Dylan complained, though now happy to be free of the constraining cloth.

"Sorry," I teased as I pulled the offending briefs downward, "Dylan junior sure is hard isn't he. I s'pose that hurts more than getting him stuck in a zipper huh,?"

"Yeah! You gotta be more careful. He's just a little guy," Dylan answered as his feet came through the briefs and he was naked and exposed. "Yeahhhh!" he sighed, his slender legs parting wider, his hips pushing upward to make his cock surge forwards.

I leaned forward over the boy kissing him again as my eyes travelled down his slim body, his small thin penis suspended parallel to his belly, his balls shrivelled up beneath, then I followed my eyes down with my fingers and lips, kissing his neck and shoulders, tracing circles on his chest, teasing his nipples, then kissing his chest, his belly, tracing his firm stomach muscles down to his groin, then feeling the hard hot head of his penis between my lips as my fingers enclosed the slightly moist heat of his scrotum, squeezing on the precious cargo within as gently as I could. Although this certainly wasn't the first time I felt the boy's testicles, I was suddenly very aware of the delicate skin of the boy's pouch, the size of his testicles, barely bigger than marbles, the role that they would eventually play as he grew into manhood. Parts of my dream returned and I felt sad that eventually Dylan would no longer be the same boy that he was now.

"Daddy's sucking on Dylan's penis," Kelly chanted in his teasing sing-song voice. He stood in the doorway, clearly fascinated, obviously very excited, fingers enclosing and squeezing on the bulge in his briefs, cupping between his little brown legs, working his fingers into the underside of his ball-sac.

Dylan was not one to teased at a time like this, "So! So what? I love it when he does this to me. It feels awesome! Did you get what he wanted?" he asked, challenging the younger boy.

"'couldn't find it. I looked all over too," Kelly retorted angrily.

I sighed, knowing it was there, reluctant to get up and go look for it myself. Finally I pulled my head away from Dylan's throbbing, now-very wet cock. "Okay, well go out there and find the bottle of vegetable oil… it's got Crisco… C-R-I-S-C-O-on the label… it's for cooking… it's with the food things," I said.

"Okay… but well… why do you need it?" Kelly asked, "'cause I thought you were going to fuck Dylan," he giggled, then added, "'n his skin isn't that dry anyway."

"Well Dylan needs something to make him slippery inside. Otherwise it would really hurt a lot," I answered, "Go and get the oil tiger," I added.

Kelly disappeared again, a few seconds passed, sounds as he looked though the boxes, then he padded back into the bedroom carrying the bottle of Crisco. "This it?" he asked as he placed it in my hand.

I nodded and unscrewed the cap. "Okay Dylan, assume the position, kiddo. On your belly, butt up, and part those beautiful cheeks of yours," I laughed. Dylan complied eagerly, crouching down with his buttocks lifted up, his small thin fingers grasping each pale smooth cheek and pulling them apart to reveal the length of his crack. I smeared my fingers into the crevice, running from his little scrotum all the way up to his spine. Dylan sighed, then sighed again as my fingers returned, pausing at the soft indentation of his anus. I wasn't sure that it would do the job but there was only one way to find out. The amber-yellow oil was cool and it glistened on my fingers, it was slippery and oily, not greasy like Vaseline. I pressed my forefinger into the boy's bud, felt him tremble at the contact, the momentary resistance, the quiver of his sphincter, the flesh parting as my finger penetrated the boy's tight anal band. The warmth and pressure inside Dylan's body was instantaneous. He gasped, then breathed out as he felt my finger surge forward, a relentless pressure driving into his body slowly, a spasm as his muscle instinctively contracted on the foreigner. I twisted my finger down, grinding into the boy's prostate. Dylan yelped, a sudden intake of breath, then breathing out slowly, so slowly that it turned into a long drawn out moan as the incredible pleasure he'd discovered within his body returned again. "Yeahhhh Yeahhhh! Do it there…that's soooo good!" he whimpered, taking his hands away from his buttocks and using them to hold the pillows at his face and shoulders.

Kelly looked on, visibly enthusiastic, captivated as he watched the older boy writhing, pushing back, demanding more of my finger, his gasps increasing in intensity with every second. After a few more minutes I eased my finger out. Already Dylan's anus was dilated, not fully, but enough that it didn't close up again as my finger pulled free. I picked up the bottle of oil, then lifting Dylan's buttocks higher, and pushing his cheeks apart, I placed the opening of the bottle at the boy's anus. I squeezed gently, forcing the oil bottle forward so that the openings were sealed together. Dylan shivered slightly as he felt the coolness of the oil seeping down into his rectum. A little escaped, dribbling down his crevice and onto the wrinkled little ball-sac, then dripping onto the sheet. I didn't care but I was glad that I'd decided to bring our own sheets and towels. I stopped when I figured there was a bit less than a half of a cup of oil inside him. Dylan crouched uncertainly, feeling the coolness inside his body fade slowly, a warm pleasant sensation. He looked back over his shoulder, "Put it in," he said, his voice breaking.

I needed no further invitation, I laced the bottle of oil on the night-stand and ran my oil covered hand up and down the shaft of my cock, making it glisten. I moved until I was kneeling behind the boy and I came forward as I leaned over him, bringing my hips towards his buttocks. The boy tensed as he felt my cock probing into his crack, locate the soft hot opening, then press forward, burrowing into him. The oil made a remarkable difference. His anal band resisted my entry valiantly for a few seconds, then in the slippery oil, I slid through. Unused to my cock going in so quickly, Dylan shuddered and tried to pull away but I held him tightly by the hips and I pushed until I knew that the boy was on the verge of panic. He was shaking like a fish on a spear, impaled on my cock without warning. Already I was about half in. I held onto the boy tightly as his struggles passed, becoming feeble, then finally he was quiet, breathing deeply, his anal band stretched tightly around my cock. I began to thrust, using slow gentle motions, moving my cock little more than a fraction of an inch. Then as he loosened a bit more I began to move a more, still not more than an inch, each time going just a little deeper until enough of my cock, probably five inches [13 cm] or more, had disappeared and my balls were beginning to slap against Dylan's small scrotum with every thrust forward.

Kelly was squatting on the bed watching us, watching the rhythm of my body against Dylan's body, watching the boy shudder and gasp every few seconds, twitching as spasms continued to pass through him without warning. "Aren't you hurting Dylan?" he asked me nervously.

I was about to say no, that the boy was okay, when Dylan twisted his head around towards Kelly. I saw Dylan smile weakly, then shaking his head he said hoarsely, "No… he's… not… hurting… me… I… feel… so good… inside."

I felt happy with about five inches [13 cm] inside the boy, his rectum was tight and it seemed that if I pushed any further the head of my cock was forced into a very sensitive place that resisted my deeper progression. It was, I thought, probably the end of his rectum as it turned to the side and merged into his large intestine. I had no desire to displace his insides or rupture his bowel. Dylan seemed comfortable at that point as well, a little deeper, a little greater pressure and I could sense his body fighting the sudden pain that welled up inside him. I began to move my hips a little faster, building up the rhythm and allowing my cock to pull back further and further in the slippery hot flesh. It was like being inside a tube, a very hot and alive tube, every movement of my body transferred directly into Dylan's body and every movement of his came back into mine. We were joined as one, inseparably moving as one, sharing just five inches [13 cm] of our bodies, yet each of us concentrating all of our feelings, every sensation. It seemed as if our entire beings were located there, as if we existed only for the overpowering delight that began at the base of Dylan's spine and ended in my hard throbbing cock.

With my cock still embedded inside the boy I carefully rolled the two of us onto the bed so that we were lying on our sides, Dylan facing towards Kelly. He was curled up slightly, his knees drawn up towards his chest as though he was still crouching on the bed. My body followed Dylan's, curving behind his back, my hand around the boy's waist, gently stroking his little navel. I couldn't see the expression on Dylan's face but I could see Kelly's. It was one of wonder, of rapture, of delight. I doubted whether it was that much different from the expression on Dylan's face, except that the older boy was in considerably greater ecstasy. In this position Kelly could see very little of what I was doing to the older boy and it upset him, for a moment he leaned forward on his haunches, peering down between us, now unsatisfied, his view obstructed almost completely, he straightened up, pouting.

I smiled at my nearly-seven-year-old son, fascinated by his sexual interest, wondering what thoughts were passing through his small head as he watched. I knew that he'd been extremely interested, perhaps entranced would be a better word, as he watched my thighs moving back and forth against Dylan's small pale buttocks even though he could have seen very little from where he was. Sooner or later Kelly would have to know what my love for Dylan actually entailed and this seemed like as good a time as any. I placed my hand on Dylan's upper leg, sliding my fingers between his leg and thigh, behind his knee. Slowly I lifted his leg upward, he shifted uncomfortably as his legs came apart and my cock moved inside his belly changing the position of the pressure within him. I held his slender leg high in the air, almost perpendicular to his body, revealing his genitals, exposing the both mine and the boy's body. I looked over his shoulder, seeing Kelly staring between Dylan's legs, his mouth open in amazement, his eyes wide, focused on the older boy's penis, then the sudden realization that he was looking at my penis disappearing into Dylan.

Dylan's penis was limp, retracted slightly into his body so that it was barely two inches [5 cm] long, his testicles had tightened in a small knot of crinkled flesh, fine corrugations criss-crossing over the taut pouch, a little fold of skin running from the underside as it followed the line of his urethra back into his crack before it merged into his body. Two inches [5 cm] further along the boy's crack and the dark ring of his anus was stretched impossibly wide around my cock and forced inwards. Like an O ring, it formed a tight seal, swelling around the underside of my cock, but the seal was imperfect, both mine and Dylan's cock and balls were coated with the glistening oil that seeped out, a little amber-colored trickle running down the length of the boy's crack. About two inches [5 cm] were still outside, the rest contained deep inside Dylan's body. I pulled back gently, withdrawing almost all the way until only the swollen helmet head of my cock was still inside, the flange pulling into the boy's anal band, ready to pop free. I saw Kelly's eyes staring as my cock came into view, the boy's anus pulling back with it slowly, trying to hold on before the friction was broken. Dylan groaned, feeling the pressure fading, the void forming inside him. Then gently I thrust my cock back into Dylan, sliding on the oil slicked flesh until my balls pressed into his cheeks. Dylan groaned again as my cock filled him, surging past his aching prostate. I paused letting the boy relax, his ragged breathing slowing rapidly until he was breathing deeply.

"It doesn't hurt him," Kelly whispered, "Your penis is in Dylan nearly all the way and he's okay."

I nodded, feeling Dylan's sphincter tighten involuntarily, momentarily grasping on my cock. "He likes it Kelly, if I move very gently… he likes it a lot."

"But… well Daddy if he likes it… so much… then… well… why is his penis so soft? You said it gets hard when he's excited. Your's is really hard but Dylan's isn't!" my son observed.

"That's because all of the good feelings that Dylan has are deep inside him, not outside on his penis, Kelly. Inside his body, where my penis is right now there is a very sensitive place, his prostate, and my penis rubs against it. A little bit further inside is his bladder, remember I said that was where he stores his pee, sometimes my penis pushes into his bladder. That feels so good that it makes him lose control a bit, so he pees a little bit at a time," I said.

"Like before, at the farm, when there was pee in his belly button?" Kelly asked curiously. He looked down at Dylan thoughtfully, "But… well why doesn't his penis feel good now?" he asked doubtfully.

"Because I'm not touching it right now. If I was Kelly, he'd be nice and hard, just like you are," I grinned, looking at the little 'stick' poking out in Kelly's briefs.

My son glanced down between his legs and smirked back at me, "Can I… can I make Dylan's penis stiff like mine?" he asked.

I nodded, and Kelly reached forward tentatively, the tips of his little fingers gently stroking the wrinkles in the other boy's scrotum. "Squeeze his balls Kelly, just a little bit," I instructed, "Kind of roll them between your fingers… he likes that a lot," I smiled as Dylan whined in delight. "Don't do it too hard, he's still a little boy and his balls are very sensitive… we don't want to hurt him… just make him feel good," I added as Kelly's fingers tightened slightly.

"Oh!… Sorry Dyl," he murmured. The older boy, his face half-hidden in the pillows, shook his head, gasping as my cock became alive inside him again, pumping steadily but very carefully.

"Wow! That's incredible," Kelly said, "I can see your penis moving in Dylan's Tammy. It's making it bulge out as you push it in and out," he giggled.

I looked down along Dylan's body, he was shaking slightly, his bottom leg trembling, twisting. Kelly was right, there was a distinct movement in Dylan's lower belly, a kind of bulge that moved up towards his navel as I pushed in, then down again as I pulled back. I had never noticed it before, never realized what happened as my cock filled him, displacing his insides, suddenly I felt intensely proud of the naked boy lying before me. I eased back, taking my hand away from Dylan's leg and placing it flat on his lower belly. As I pushed back I felt his belly surge, a hard bulge that was the head of my cock deep within him. I felt the same intense thrill that I had known the first time that I felt Kelly moving inside his mother's body. It felt alive, and very, very special. "You feel okay Dylan?" I asked gently.

The boy nodded abruptly, his unkempt hair an unruly mess of silky golden-blond strands. I put my hand back under Dylan's leg and continued to move slowly going as deep as I could until the boy's body resisted me. Slowly Kelly teased Dylan's small penis into responding, then as the blood flow increased, the older boy stiffened rapidly, his small cock springing up until it was rigid and almost unyielding. The minutes passed as I began to move a little faster, as Kelly's hand fluttered urgently, stroking Dylan's little penis feverishly. Then without warning Dylan began to writhe on the bed, trying to grind his hips back onto my cock while working his cock against Kelly's hand, "Faster… okay…" he hissed as he breathed rapidly, short panting breaths that didn't fill his lungs. I watched as he began to strain, felt his rectum squeezing, forcing himself onto my cock, trying to increase the already unbearable pressure on his immature prostate. His legs were quivering, his arms jerking, then his body arched back against mine and I could feel every muscle in that slight body straining hard, the muscles in his belly standing out as he tensed, then he convulsed with a sudden squeal from deep in his belly, shuddering as his body began to twitch. I stopped moving, taking my cock out almost to the rim of his anus, leaving just enough inside so that I still possessed him but giving him the relief that he desperately needed. A couple of pale watery droplets of urine dribbled out of the end of his penis, running down the swollen little shaft and wetting Kelly's hand.

"What happened to Dylan, Daddy? Why did he go all funny like that?… He did pee pee again too, Daddy," Kelly smirked.

I grinned at my son, "Dylan had what's called an orgasm, Kelly. It's when all his feelings come at once, and he feels so wonderful inside that he can't control himself. It's not a proper orgasm, like he'll have when he's older, when his sperm will come out, but it's still an orgasm. You helped him, Kelly… by rubbing on his penis, you made him feel 'specially nice down there."

I let the boy relax, waiting for the tremors to pass, for his body to regain it's control, knowing that I could keep on and he'd have more, several more before I finished. His body had loosened even further, the sphincter dilating fully, allowing my cock to slide back into him, now his rectum felt less like a slippery pipe than it did his mouth, the soft hot tissue enveloping my cock. It was wetter, juicier than it had been before, almost as if a copious flow of mucous had been part of his orgasm. My cock moved easily now, there was little resistance, just the ever-present tightness of his anal band like a ring around my cock shaft, the suction of my cock caused mostly by the slippery juice that oozed around my cock.

"It feels really loose Dylan," I said.

"Yeah! Yeah I know, I feel like… like jelly inside."

Kelly grinned, "That was cool Dylan, you went wild for a bit, like you were crazy or something."

"I'm sorry I peed on your hand, Kelly," Dylan said with effort, his body drained from the effort of the last few minutes, "I… I couldn't help it."

"It's okay Dyl, really I don't mind… It sure smells kinda funny, though," Kelly added. He was right, the smell wafted up from between our bodies, the odor was distinct and not unpleasant, a sweet smell, not of faeces, but musky. Kelly grinned at Dylan as he identified it's source, "It's coming from Dylan, Daddy. He smells like bread, like right before it goes in the oven."

I nodded, my son had described it perfectly, a sweet, yeasty smell, like the smell a child gets when he has a very high fever. "It's from inside his body, Kelly. And you're right, it does smell like that doesn't it?"

I began a slow regular rhythm, moving my hips backward and forward as I rocked against the boy's buttocks. There was no rush, I wanted to savor every blessed wonderful feeling of being inside my beautiful young boy. After his orgasm Dylan's penis had subsided, no longer erect, but not soft either, it was rubbery and firm, still slightly elongated, and non-responsive to Kelly's gently moving hand. My son turned to me curiously, "What's wrong… why won't it get hard again like before?" he asked nervously, "Did I hurt it… or break something?"

I grinned and shook my head, "No Kelly, he's okay… he's tired that's all, and his penis is sleepy… like after you've had a big dinner," I added.

Kelly giggled, "Okay, but what should I do now?"

I shrugged, "Whatever you want… Maybe Dylan would like you to play with his balls… Why don't you ask him?"

Dylan looked up at Kelly and smiled, still exhausted but sympathetic to the younger boy's need to participate. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, twisting his head around so that he looked at me over his shoulder, "Can I have him suck me… like you did?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Kelly's not ready for that yet Dylan, not like this anyway, not now, okay." Dylan nodded. "Kelly just play with his balls the way you were before… or if you want, let Dylan do your penis instead."

My son grinned and complied willingly with the my last suggestion, quickly sitting back on the bed and tugging his little pink-neon briefs off. He tossed them onto the floor and settled back with his head in the pillows next to Dylan, his body facing towards the older boy. Dylan reached forward, taking the boy's small hard penis between his fingers, rubbing on the tiny helmet-shaped tip, the minute slit barely visible. I was still thrusting gently into Dylan, feeling the fabulous lubricity of his body working against mine, I planned to keep doing it for a long while, pausing whenever I felt my own orgasm approach. I watched Dylan masturbating Kelly, his hand moving awkwardly, stroking the short hard shaft with difficulty as he tried to concentrate on pleasuring the younger boy while at the same time his own delight was boundless. After a few minutes Kelly began to reciprocate, fondling Dylan's delicate balls, trying hard to renew the older boy's erection. It was difficult for both boys, I could see that Kelly's heart wasn't in it. After a few minutes he lost interest and he took his hand away. "I'm hungry, Daddy," Kelly announced curtly, as he sat up again and swung his legs off the bed, "You guys have fun fucking, I'm gonna get somethin' to eat."

He padded, almost noiselessly out of the room. "What's wrong with Kelly?" Dylan asked quietly, "He's acting like he's angry."

I shrugged, "Jealous of all the attention you're getting probably. Don't worry, he'll get over it," I whispered in Dylan's ear. Lovingly I touched his soft ear lobe with my tongue, pressing it close to his head, burying my nose into his soft hair, "I love you Dylan Brady, Kelly has to understand what that means. That we'll be together sometimes, we'll do things that he can't always be part of."

"Yeah, I know… I love you too… Holy shit! Alex, that feels so good… when you do it slow like that… It feels all mushy inside me… But Kelly's part of us too… Well I like him a lot… I always wished I had a baby brother," Dylan murmured.

"In a way, well I guess you do," I said gently, pushing a little deeper into the boy, until his resistance increased, before backing away. "God you feel wonderful Dylan."

It seemed endless, our bodies moving relentlessly, right up to the point of my orgasm before I eased off, taking Dylan over the precipice time and time again until the boy was almost unconscious, his body drained, his young strength exhausted. Then I felt the point of no return, realized that this time I was going to be unable to hold back, and I began to pump faster. Dylan summoned the last of his energy, thrusting back against me as hard as he could, his hips moving feebly, his pitiful gasps coming between barely audible moans. For a while my cock hadn't been all that hard, but it was hard enough to keep Dylan very, very happy. It hardened again in those last few seconds, my orgasm imminent, then as I thrust wildly, my body flailing, my hands grasping the boy's hips so that we were locked together, I felt my orgasm bursting up the shaft of my cock and spurting again and again deep inside Dylan's body.

And then it was over, as the dying spasms made my cock jerk, I dropped back, my heart pounding, gasping for air, totally drained, my cock pulling free of the boy's body so that the final spurt came over the pale, glistening skin of his cheeks, dribbling down onto the bed. I hugged Dylan to me, he was sobbing, not crying but close to it, trembling as his own delight faded.

Minutes passed, long slow minutes until the heat in Dylan's slender body passed, until his rapid breathing quietened, until his heart slowed, until the longing that continued deep inside his belly faded. Then I sensed that the boy had dozed off, finding relief in sleep. I held him closely, pressing into his soft warm body, nuzzling his smooth neck, kissing him gently on the shoulders, trying to relive the precious time I'd shared with him, wishing that the boy was still awake so that I could tell him how much I loved him. Suddenly I became aware of Kelly standing in the doorway, watching silently, still totally naked, his little penis now hanging limp and loose between his legs.

I saw that Kelly was about to say something and I pressed my forefinger to my lips to show that he should be quiet, smelling the pungent, though sweet odor that lingered from the juices that still flowed inside the boy's body. Kelly nodded and tiptoed over to the bed, standing shamelessly naked before me almost flaunting his beautiful little body. In the last few months Kelly had become increasingly inhibited about the private parts of his body, no longer charging around the house stark naked, or coming into the bathroom or bedroom when I was. Though I still saw the boy naked several times a week it was without the freedom he'd had earlier. Now he was reversing his recent progression, undoing the influences of his friends at school and societal standards, his small hand shifted towards his genitals, then placing it in the furrow between his groin and thigh, he cupped his little fingers around and under his scrotum, massaging himself deliberately as he looked down at me. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for him to do, but then Dylan and I were naked as well.

"Dylan's asleep," I whispered, looking up at my nearly seven-year-old son, amused by the fact that his penis, when limp, was every bit as big as Dylan's was. I wondered how large Dylan would be when he grew up. He was slender now, a slim boy that was less than average height and weight for his age. Kelly was a good ten inches [25 cm] shorter than Dylan and he weighed just on forty-eight pounds [22 kg] dressed the way he was right now.

Kelly nodded. "But he just woke up, Daddy?"

"He's tired, Kelly. Doing what we did takes a lot of energy. He'll wake up in a bit. What's the time?"

"Huh? Oh… it was… um… ten 'oclock a bit ago," he said quietly.

"What, I didn't think it was that late… are you sure?" I asked.

Kelly nodded. I was surprised, I knew I'd been with Dylan for a long time, but an hour? Actually a little over an hour if Kelly's ability to tell the time was good. I looked down at Dylan proudly, "No wonder he's asleep," I thought aloud.

"Huh?" Kelly asked.

"Oh… nothing… I was just thinking… Have you had breakfast yet?" I asked.

Kelly smiled and shook his head, "I was outside on the deck. It's nice in the sun. There are ducks hanging around and the water's so clear I think you can see fish… Can we go fishing Dad?" he asked excitedly.

I grinned, remembering what I had said to Dylan about Kelly being just a little bit jealous of all the attention the older boy was receiving. Carefully I pulled away from Dylan, and got to my feet. I looked down at the sleeping boy. For an instant I thought Dylan looked innocent, as only children can when they are asleep, but there was a large round stain under his hips, dark against the white cotton sheets, a clear sign which together with the sweet, musky smell provided vivid evidence of what had transpired on the bed. Luckily, for once there seemed to be no blood on either of us, and I lifted the sheet up over him so that his naked body was hidden.

"Come on Kelly," I whispered, leading the way out of the room. He glanced down at the older boy and then followed me out of the room.

In the front 'cabin' I turned and faced my son, we looked at each other. I admired my son's perfect little body, the wide gap between his slender brown legs, the minature genitals, the smooth hairless skin. He smiled shyly, knowingly and he swallowed nervously as he summoned up his courage, "Daddy… Are you going to do that… to me too… when I'm older?" he asked.

I looked at the boy, noticing that his eyes were fixed on my groin, on the pale hairless skin around my limp penis, still glistening with an oily sheen, still slightly wet with the mucus slime from inside Dylan and the semen that I had deposited there. Suddenly I wasn't certain of the answer to his question. I felt sick, not as though I was going to be sick, but unhappily sick, a kind of dread that I'd started something that could only end in complete and absolute disaster for all of us.

"You want to eat breakfast first or go fishing?" I asked, breaking the silence that had filled the room.

"I already had some… I got some Cheerios outta the box," he said, still nervous, on the edge of fear. "I guess fishing," he added.

I picked up the two fishing rods and the cardboard box with the night crawlers that I'd bought at the marina and guided Kelly outside into the warm sunshine. It was peaceful and beautiful, the sun sparkling on the water, the early morning mist still visible amongst the trees where the sun had yet to reach. A few mallard ducks were swimming about forty feet [12 m] away, the water so clear that you could see to the bottom, perhaps ten feet [3 m] down. "So where did you see the fish?" I prompted.

"Up front, Daddy."

There was no one around and the little bay was totally private. I walked up to the bow with Kelly, our naked bodies side by side, then we sat down, dangling our legs over the side. Kelly turned to me and grinned, he was a very happy little boy. I passed my son his fishing rod and watched from the corner of my eye as his small fingers tried to attach a crawler. He was growing up fast. He flipped the bail back and dropped his line into the water with a little splash. It sank away into water. I sighed deeply. "What's wrong Dad?" he asked gently.

I turned to Kelly, "Huh? Oh! Nothing's wrong… I don't think I've ever been this happy before."

Kelly looked up at me, "Because of Dylan?… Because you love each other?"

"Yes… that and the fact that I'm here with you." I placed my arm protectively around his bare shoulders and he scooted a bit closer so that his small leg was pressed against mine.

The boy glanced downward, "I like him… your penis… like this… without any hair… your penis is just like mine… and Dylan's too… It's like we're three boys?"

I grinned, letting my own line drop into the water and I hugged Kelly closely to me.

Kelly was right, there were fish in the water, big ones, about a foot [30 cm] or more in length, you could see them swimming around lazily, coming nearer to the bait, then shearing away as if they had nothing better to do than play with us.

Kelly and I started to make jokes about them, pretending that the fish were geniuses, or that they all had college degrees, or that … An hour passed without a nibble before we were ready to give up, get up, and get breakfast.

I heard Dylan come out of the cabin even as he called out, "Hi! So you guys catch anything yet."

Kelly and I both turned around and smiled at the naked boy, "You finally decided to get out of bed?" I teased.

Dylan grinned and stepped closer, "So where are all the fish?"

Kelly giggled, "They're too smart for Daddy. I think they don't like eating crawlers for breakfast."

Dylan grinned and came up next to me, his hand dropping down onto my shoulder, rubbing gently. It was more than a friendly gesture, it was full of love and happiness, and fond memories of what we had shared only an hour earlier. "I'm starved," he said. I reached around, sliding my hand up his bare leg, past his knee, then following the inside of his thigh until my fingers brushed against his delicate little scrotum. In the heat, without the demands of passion, it had loosened up, the tiny pink folds as soft as the purest silk, a tracery of veins under the almost translucent skin. "You feel okay?" I asked.

Dylan nodded, "Yeah! I guess… it feels kinda sloppy inside… like it's all wet and loose back there… But it doesn't hurt or anything like that."

"It is wet and loose back there… we did it for over an hour, Dylan. I'm surprised you can still stand up, let alone walk." I teased.

The boy smirked, "Yeah! Well I probably couldn't swim or dive or anything like that. Have you guys had breakfast yet?" he asked hopefully.

I got up, pulling my son to his feet, "Come on Kelly, let's get breakfast, it sounds like Dylan is getting hungry. We can leave the rods here, maybe something stupid will come swimming along."

The boys laughed and I led the way back into the cabin. I'd brought eggs and bacon for our first breakfast on the boat. The boys and I needed the energy boost of a fried breakfast. It was impossible not to notice Dylan's naked body and remember, to feel an overpowering urge to take him back into the bedroom and repeat the experience, again and again. He was beautiful, not even close to the onset of puberty, still a boy with a young boy's body, but one that was fit and healthy, and perfect in every way. Again and again my eyes came back to admire the lean slender torso, the lithe brown limbs, the little boy genitals, bouncing, bobbing, always arousing my interest.

I had almost finished cooking the eggs when Kelly began to giggle. He pointed at Dylan, at a dribble of yellowish fluid that had run from the boy's crack and half way down the inside of his right thigh. "You're dripping," I laughed, "I guess you must be pretty juicy back there," I teased.

Dylan was hungry and in no mood to be teased, "Well you put it there," he retorted.

I put the spatula down and pulled the naked boy to me, placing my leg between his legs and hugging him, smearing the wetness over us as I tickled the squirming body in the places where I knew he was most sensitive. Dylan started to giggle then he began to hug me back, pressing his little cock into my leg as his mouth came up to meet mine. "Gee you guys, come on I'm hungry," Kelly complained.

I laughed as I pulled off a paper towel from the side of the stove, turned Dylan around, knelt down and carefully wiped out his crack. The boy was still dilated. I knew that his opening was not as large as it had been earlier, but it wasn't far from it, perhaps a half inch [1 cm] in diameter still, the muscle of the boy's anus still stretched so that I could see the crimson-red of the inside of his rectum. There was no sign of the pucker that a boy should have, his anus opened inwards and the narrow rim was darker than I'd ever seen it. I leaned forward and kissed his pale soft cheeks on either side and then straightened back up. "You're pretty big back there," I said.

"What do you expect after fucking me for over an hour?" Dylan grinned as he went over to the table to get the plates.

I looked at the two naked boys and knew this was going to be an 'awesome' three weeks.

We carried our plates out into the sunshine and sat at the small table in the stern sun-deck. It was a wonderful meal in a beautiful setting, but more than anything else I enjoyed watching the two boys devour their food hungrily.

The sun streamed onto their naked bodies as they stretched out in the chairs, legs shamelessly stretched wide apart, small genitals exposed to the fresh air and sun. For a boy who spends the vast majority of his life clothed, the sense of liberation that comes with being naked and free is exhilarating. The boys giggled and teased me continually. None of us had even eaten breakfast in the nude before and it was a lot of fun, harmless fun, without any sexual overtones except for the occasional giggle about my hairless dick!

After breakfast, and a late breakfast at that, the boys and I went back to fishing. This time, they promised, they were going to 'show me how to do it'. Dylan had never been fishing before. I guess that fishing is just one more thing, of a great many things, that most mothers don't get into with their sons. No wonder Dylan was anxious to have a man's company, he needed my attention in more ways than the one we'd already experienced that morning.

I handed my fishing rod to Dylan, pulled up a deck chair and settled back in the sun. It was amusing to watch Dylan and Kelly together as they sat side by side, like two brothers, fishing off the bow, their slender brown legs dangling over the side. Since he'd woken up, Dylan had quietened down considerably. I wondered whether the memory of what I had done to him was still strong in his mind but the more I thought about it the more that I was convinced that there was a deeper problem. I waited, sooner or later Dylan would open up.

Dylan was noticeably quieter than usual, not sulky, just much quieter, almost as if he was still exhausted, though I knew that he'd pretty much gotten his strength back while he'd slept and from a hearty breakfast. For Dylan had eaten like a horse, and a hungry horse at that. I smiled as I looked at his lean body, tiny brown ripples of skin at his belly. He was slim, his waist and hips so narrow that you had to wonder where he put all the food. He finished off his share of the eggs and bacon in nothing flat and then started on my breakfast. But then, that is one of the delights of boys like Dylan.

I let him eat most of the bacon, I didn't need the saturated fat; and one of my eggs, I didn't need the cholesterol either. But I drew the line at my toast and coffee and one solitary egg. After all I needed to keep my strength up too.

The sun rose higher in the sky and it began to get quite hot. After about half an hour I could feel the sun burning into the pale, untanned skin of my thighs.

The last thing I wanted was one of the boys, but especially not Dylan, to get sunburned down there. Dylan has the kind of skin that tans quickly and darkly. For that matter so does Kelly, though his skin is fairer and more delicate, and more likely to burn if he gets too much sun at one time. I got up and went back to the cabin, found the large squeeze-bottle of suntan lotion and went back outside.

The boys looked up and smiled as I came up. "Who's going first?" I asked. I grinned at Dylan, "The last thing we want is Dylan junior getting sunburn."

Dylan grinned back at me cheekily, "Or Dylan's butt either… 'specially not Dylan's butt."

I laughed, "You're not wrong about that Dylan. I do want you to have a nice tan… all over though," I said. Dylan smiled and I reached down and took his hand and lifted him up easily. It was nearly midday and as I touched his bare skin I could feel the sun's heat burning into him. I stood in front of the beautiful young boy, knowing without even looking down that my penis was stiffening from just being so close to him. I didn't know whether Dylan was the same way but I did know that it wouldn't take him very long. The boy looked up into my eyes and I tried to see into his head, to read his mind, to discover what was bothering him so much. Guilt, shame, fear at being gay? I wanted to help him, I wanted to show him how much I loved him, I wanted to take care of him for ever. As the boy looked back I could sense the love he had for me, more than just the lust and the passion we'd shared on the bed, but a deep affection that seemed to grow stronger every minute we were together.

I squeezed a large thick line of white cream over his shoulders and chest and began to massage it in thoroughly. Dylan didn't mind this one little bit, unlike Kelly who usually puts up something of a fight. Dylan just stood there with a happy smile on his face, enjoying the firm movement of my hands on his body, meeting my eyes every few seconds, breathing steadily. I worked my way around his back making sure that all of the exposed flesh was well protected. Then I began on his buttocks, covering the pale smooth skin of his small cheeks thoroughly.

I even made sure that there was some inside his deep crack, though it was unlikely that the sunlight would ever see it. It was a good opportunity to make sure that his anus was still on the way to recovery. I knelt down, parted his cheeks gently and examined the boy.

The boy's anus was still contracting, getting smaller and tighter, though still dilated. I wondered whether I had stretched him too far, but other than the residual slackness at his small orifice there seemed to be no other damage. There was some yellowish slime that had oozed out of the opening and formed a little foamy spot where his anus was. It smelled exactly like rising dough, the yeasty smell that Kelly had identified earlier that morning. It was a sweet smell, a nice smell, a smell that I had brought forth from deep inside the young boy's body. I inhaled deeply, absorbing the odor.

Then with my tongue extended as far out as possible I licked the boy, from the back of his silky-soft ball-sac, all the way along the length of his crack, and up to his backbone. Then back again, pausing for a brief second at his still loose hole. It was remarkable that after two hours the boy's opening was still dilated enough for my tongue to slip inside easily. The taste of Dylan's body was overpowering, the taste of salt and a not unpleasant sweet taste. As I licked and sucked I couldn't help but wonder if Dylan was enjoying it as much as I did. Then as the thought entered my mind Dylan let out a sigh of pleasure and my tongue surged into him as far as I could reach. The boy responded immediately, pressing back against me so that my face was squashed against his warm smooth cheeks. His bottom was slippery from the lotion and the smell was very different suddenly. Still I inhaled deeply, he was wet and hot and like me, quickly becoming aroused again.

Kelly interrupted us, hearing Dylan's sigh, followed by a little whimper of unbridled delight. He turned around and looked up. "What are you guys do…Yuck… that's gross," the boy said, the note of disgust clearly present. I held back a laugh and continue to probe Dylan's anus with my tongue. I adored Dylan and I loved the taste of his beautiful young body. I basked in his flesh, overcome by the intimacy of our contact, wanting only to go on sucking and licking. "Yuck!" Kelly said again, "That's dirty. That's where Dylan poops from." I didn't think that Kelly could see what I was doing to Dylan, all he could see was my face pressed tightly into the older boy's buttocks.

Dylan saved me the trouble of answering, "It's not, Kelly. It's not… It feels so awesome," Dylan sighed out.

My tongue probed back into the boy as far as possible, then I pulled away, gave the boy's crack one long wet lick, kissed him on either cheek and turned him around. In the few all too-brief moments that I had spent, Dylan had become erect again, his little penis sticking straight up pointing towards his navel, though falling a long way short of the little fold of brown flesh that was stretched across the top, half covering the small indentation in his belly. His penis reached somewhere about half-way I guessed, but he was only twelve years old.

"You can see how much Dylan likes it, Kelly," I said, wiping the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand, then playfully tweaking the small hard penis. "Yeah, I guess it is dirty in a way… but you know it's a very special part of his body too. It's where Dylan and I make love. It's not as if he wasn't clean there… but you're right… we do need to be careful. There's no point in any of us getting sick."

Kelly looked at me obviously confused, wondering why I was worried about getting sick, thinking it was probably because of 'germs'. I wasn't sure that Kelly needed to know about sex and hygiene but it was certainly time that Dylan had some basic instruction. And Dylan gave me the perfect introduction.

"That guy yesterday… the one in the store where we bought the clothes…" Dylan said hesitantly. I nodded as I continued to apply the lotion to his thighs, getting very close to, but not touching his rigid little cock. "…well he's gay too… like us… isn't he?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, Dylan… I imagine he is… but not quite like us." I replied

Dylan nodded, "How is he different?" he persisted.

I shrugged, "How he acted."

"Oh!" Dylan said, "Yeah I guess he did act kind of weird." He grinned, "It was like he wanted us to know that he was gay. He was kind of showing off wasn't he."

"Huh Huh! But it was a bit more than that," I said.

"Because he was acting like a sissy the way he spoke and stuff?" Dylan asked uncertainly. I nodded and smiled at the observant twelve-year-old. Not much escaped Dylan's eyes, and with his intelligence, he'd figure out most of the world around him fast enough. "But… well why?" Dylan asked still uncertain, then added, "I don't want to be like that when I'm older. I know I'm gay now but, well I want to be like you when I grow up."

I smiled and playfully flipped at the boy's penis, pulling it downward towards the deck. He flinched as his penis bobbed back and smacked against his belly with a loud slap. "You won't kiddo. There's no way I'm going to let you grow up like that."

"Well why does he have to act like that if he's gay? You don't! I felt really strange around him."

"What made you think he was gay, Dylan?" I asked.

The boy thought for a moment. "I dunno… I guess… well I s'pose it was how he kept looking at me. It made me feel… well uncomfortable… like he was looking at my body and I was naked. I like it when you look at me… you know what I mean… but not him though. I didn't like him at all."

I smiled, "I'm glad Dylan. I really don't think I could live without you," I thought aloud.

"Huh?" the boy asked.

"What's the problem Dylan?" I asked gently. "You know sooner or later you have to trust me. You're happy aren't you? What's bothering you?"

The boy looked away and shrugged, "Yeah, Alex I'm happy, I've never been this happy in my whole life. I'm okay."

"Dylan… trust me, please," I said reassuringly, stroking the boy's lithe, muscled legs, marvelling at the smoothness of his skin, not even a trace of the faintest down.

"I… I don't… It's okay, really it is," the boy said absently.

"Dylan," I said quietly.

The boy looked back at me, breathed out with a sigh, "It's nothing." He hesitated then murmured, "I love you… Alex I want to be with you always… I want to live with you and Kelly… and do what we did this morning in bed."

I smiled gently, "What about you mom, Dylan? She'd miss you. She loves you too, doesn't she?" I said.

"Yeah. Yeah I know that… but well it's different… you know that."

I nodded. "It is different, you know it and I know it, but most people in the world would never understand. They'd think it's terribly wrong, what we do together."

I looked up following the boy's body. His penis had softened again. For some reason that worried me and my eyes continued up. I found the boy looking down at me, tears forming in his beautiful pale-blue eyes. He sniffed and pressed his lips together, then swallowed.

"What's wrong Dylan?" I asked gently.

"Oh! I was just thinking about you… and Kelly too for that matter. I love you, I really do. I… I want people to understand… I don't want them to hate us."

I squeezed some of the lotion out into my hand and began to massage it in to the few square inches of Dylan's body that remained free of lotion. It was the most important part of the boy, the part that made him special, the part that made me love him.

"You know Dylan, both you and Kelly are beautiful boys. There are a few men out there who would do anything to be here now with you, men that would be kind and gentle… I think some men would love you every bit as much as I do. But you know there are a lot of other men who wouldn't love you, they'd take advantage of the fact that you're still young, they could hurt you a great deal. You're both so young, it… well it wouldn't be too difficult for a man like that to ruin everything."

"What do you mean, Daddy?" Kelly asked.

"Well some men love boys, they love them so much that they would never hurt them. They want the boy to be happy above everything else. They will have sex with the boy, but it's a part of their love. Like with Dylan and me. What I do with Dylan is the way I show Dylan how much I love him."

Dylan grinned, lovingly placing his hand over mine, pressing it tightly into his groin, squeezing my fingers back into the soft little pouch under his penis. "Kelly I love your dad too… I want him to do that stuff with him more than anything else in the whole world. That's what being gay means!" he said smiling at me.

"Dylan's absolutely right," I added. I took a deep breath, "But not every man is like me. A lot don't care about loving you. All they want is sex, and well, when you're young and as good-looking as you two boys… well they want it even more."

"How can they hurt us? I mean… well Dylan said that you hurt him a bit the first time…" Kelly asked.

"It still hurts when I first put it inside him. It does doesn't it, Dylan?" I said.

The older boy nodded slightly, "Yeah, it hurts… but I don't mind… it stops pretty quickly once your dick is in a fair way. Like this morning, it just hurt for the first couple of minutes… then it felt nice."

"That's only a part of the hurt, Kelly." I looked at Dylan and smiled, feeling ashamed and sad that I hurt him, that he kept it 'bottled' up inside him. I wanted to feel his pain, to make everything good and happy and nice for him. "Having sex… with some people… is bad for you," I said slowly. "Having sex… with some men… well it isn't like Dylan and me… it, well it could even kill you," I said slowly.

"How?" Dylan asked nervously.

"Well… I guess if the man's penis is too big, or he isn't as gentle as he should be when he puts it inside the boy… it's very likely that he'll be hurt pretty badly, the boy's insides will be damaged or torn up. Dylan bled quite a bit the first two times and I was very careful." I said. "Then there's Aids… you know what that is?"

Kelly looked uncertain but Dylan nodded, "Yeah! It's a disease or something."

"Yes, Dylan it is. It's a terrible disease, there's no cure, almost everyone who has caught it dies. It's a disease that gays get."

"Is it caused by germs?" Kelly asked.

I nodded. "The germ gets into your blood and starts reducing the ability of your body to resist other germs, that's what the word 'Aids' stands for Kelly, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. It means that your body's immune system breaks down, so you get sick… Normally when you get sick you body makes things that fight the germs so you get better… or immune. But with Aids it doesn't… so eventually you get so sick that you die."

"But well how does the germ get inside?" Dylan asked.

"Is it something like a cold?" Kelly asked.

I shook my head, "No it's not like a cold, Kelly. Mostly the germ gets directly into your blood but you can get it other ways too. If the other person had Aids it's very likely you'll get it too. He might not even know he's got it… then again he might… but he doesn't care about you enough to worry. The germs are already in his blood, or in his semen… that's his sperm… even in his saliva. When he puts his penis inside you, in your bottom, or even in your mouth, the germs go into you."

"Yuck!" Kelly exclaimed.

"It's worse for a boy like Dylan… because his body is fairly small inside… well it's very likely he's going to bleed when the man's penis is inside his bottom… then the germs go straight into his blood. If the man's penis is inside his mouth it's still very dangerous… but at least there's a chance the boy won't get it. Back here," I said, gently squeezing Dylan's small firm cheeks, "…well it's almost certain."

"But you don't have it? Aids that is?" Dylan asked nervously. I looked at the boy gently. He thought for a moment and then smiled knowingly, "'cause we wouldn't do that stuff if you did, right? You wouldn't want to hurt me?"

I nodded. "Your mom knows about this Dylan. She'd much rather you were having sex with a boy about your own age. I think I would too, even though I know it would mean that I wouldn't be here with you now. It's probably better that you find out about your body like that…with someone your own age. Dylan… the problem is, well… not every boy is the same… most boys, if they're interested, have sex together… A few boys are different. They come to grown men to find out… You know a boy may not even be gay… but it's part of growing up… of finding out about themselves."

Dylan looked at me uncertainly, "Like Gary, my friend from school, I don't think he's gay… he just wanted to have fun… when I wanted to do more stuff… well, he didn't. I…" The boy swallowed awkwardly, "I started pretending I was with a man, looking at pictures in books or magazines… I even cut a few out and hid them in my room… pictures of guys in their underpants and stuff like that. I guess I'm one of those boys huh?… Is that bad?" he asked after a long pause.

I shrugged. "Dylan a lot of people wouldn't understand that you could feel that way. They don't realize that you could be interested in me in the same way that I'm attracted to you. They'd say you were too young to know what you wanted or what was good for you… they think I am doing a bad thing, taking advantage of you because you're so young. They'd say that I forced you to have sex."

"But I'm not so young, I'm twelve. I love you, I… well I only do what I want to with you… you don't force me," Dylan retorted angrily. "Why can't they understand? Why can't they mind their own business and leave us alone?"

I nodded in agreement, "A few might understand how we feel about each other, but not many. Mostly I think they're scared. They don't understand because they don't have the same feelings. They become frightened, I guess because they think of their own children, that somehow I'd lead them astray, that my sole interest is enjoying their bodies. Dylan, you know I love you. I love you because of what and who you are, but also because you love me back. I'm not interested in taking advantage of some little boy. But there are a lot of men in the world who are interested in that kind of thing."

Dylan nodded understandingly, "Like the guy in the store? Yuck! I would never do that stuff with him. He's… well he's kind of slimey."

I laughed, "Well, that's one word for it, I guess. Mostly he's just different. He needs understanding too. He's probably a nice person deep down, it's just that he thinks differently."

"Yeah I guess," Dylan said unconvincingly.

I grinned, "You don't have to like him… and I certainly don't want you having sex with him… but… well you don't have to hate him. All he did was look at you, Dylan."

"Yeah! I know that… I don't think I hate him… I just don't… well like him, and I don't want to grow up to be like him, that's all," Dylan said.

I laughed, "Don't worry kiddo, you won't. I always want you to be able to talk to me Dylan, more than anything I want us to be friends. Even if we stop having sex, I'll still love you, I'll still want you to be my friend."

Dylan looked up, I could see the shock, the fear, the terror that my words brought, "But… well I… we… always will won't we. I like doing stuff with you," he said, suddenly on the verge of crying, "I love you, Alex… I don't wanna stop… never… ever! I won't ever do this with anyone else! I promise."

Lovingly I fondled the boy's golden-blond hair, it was so soft, like silk, glistening in the midday sun. "I hope you don't Dylan because it would tear my heart out. But as you get older… well we don't know what will happen then… Later on, maybe tonight I'll show you and Kelly a way to avoid getting Aids."

"But I won't… Not if I'm always with you and neither of us… well… you know," Dylan said sadly. "I guess I don't want you doing this stuff with another boy except me."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. Sooner or later Dylan would grow up. I didn't know if I would lose interest when he was no longer a boy. I hoped not. I shook my head and lovingly pulled the naked boy into my arms and against my chest. We hugged as Kelly looked up at us and smiled. "I'm glad you guys love each other and all that, but I wanna fish some more," he giggled.

I pulled away, holding Dylan's shoulders, tenderly stroking his thin brown neck with my thumbs. I knew that in some ways I was taking advantage of the boy, but someone would sooner or later and I was glad it was me. I grinned down at my son, "Good idea Kelly. Let's put some lotion on you before you get burned okay."

I turned back to Dylan, our eyes met and I could feel the love we both felt surging between us. "I bet Dylan catches the first fish," I said.

"Why? Why not me?" Kelly asked jealously.

I laughed and pointed at Dylan's fishing rod. The tip was bent over in an arc, jerking with sudden force, "Holy shit!" Dylan shouted as he jumped away, and grabbed his fishing rod. I smiled as I watched the two boys, both naked, their small firm buttocks still pale, their slender brown bodies excited, their squeals of joy as Dylan wrestled his first fish aboard, Kelly shouting encouragement and instructions. It was a nice sized bass and a nice surprise since it was in the middle of the day.

As soon as the boys quietened down, which took quite a while because catching one's first fish tends to leave a boy in something of a 'high', I made Kelly stand up and try to remain still while I applied suntan lotion to him. Getting Kelly to be still for any length of time is nearly impossible. Full of life, his energy kind of spills out, and he wriggles and twists and does just about anything to get free. Finally I had enough of him covered that I was certain that any sunburn wouldn't be too painful.

The boys fished for another two hours and caught two more fish, and even though both were attributed to Kelly, I think Dylan shared in the glory. By then it was more that hot enough to swim and when the boys put their rods down and suggested going for a swim I was happy to go along. It had been more that four hours since I'd finally pulled free of Dylan's body and he'd been so exhausted that he had not moved. Now I watched the boy clambering up onto the rail, balancing for a brief second by leaning his buttocks back against me, then executing a perfect dive into the water from about five feet [1½ m] up. It was as if nothing had happened, he was healthy and happy and just like any 'normal' twelve-year-old boy. He arced into water with barely a splash, and from above I watched his beautiful naked body moving in breast-stroke under the surface. He emerged, shaking his head, laughing, calling for us to join him. Kelly jumped in with a big 'cannonball' splash and I dived in from the side of the boat. Needless to say a water fight started as soon as I came to the surface, Kelly and Dylan ganged up on me and although I could have won I took the coward's way out and beat a hasty retreat to the shore amid hysterical giggles from the two boys. They followed me up on the shore and we spent the next hour or so exploring. Following the two naked boys around as they discovered the world around them, made up names for the different places, pretended they were shipwrecked, and then wild indians, and then pirates, was as much fun as I have ever had. The boys still lived in a precious world, a world of dreams and fantasies, a world that I was still a part of because of my association with them.

It was close to four o'clock when I finally convinced the boys it was time to go back to the boat. Neither boy was willing to leave, the shore had become our special island, something that we would always treasure, but it was getting late and I still needed to motor back to the marina and pick up a few essentials. So after I promised that we would come back later that afternoon, the boys and I swam back to the boat, stood on the stern sun-deck and ate big slices of red watermelon, spitting seeds into the water and dripping on the deck. Then it was into the cabin and dressing, finally covering our bodies for the first time that day. I pulled up the anchor, with help from Dylan and Kelly, carefully steered out of the little bay and headed for the marina. As we came into clear water I handed the helm over to Dylan. He grinned like a tiger and didn't do a half-bad job either, then shared it with Kelly, which sent us careening over the water in something of a sine curve.

After we tied the boat at the dock we went up to the car and drove the half-mile or so [800 m] into town. At the supermarket I spotted a telephone and led the boys over to it. It took a minute to call Dylan's mom using my credit card. It was after five o'clock and I was hopeful that she was home. She picked up the phone almost immediately and I handed the receiver to Dylan and nodded as I playfully squeezed his shoulder. I heard Dylan say "hi mom" as I turned and pulled Kelly after me into the supermarket.

Dylan finally caught up to us in the dairy section of the supermarket as I was trying to choose between skim milk (good for me) and whole milk with vitamin D (good for the boys). It was nearly twenty minutes after Kelly and I had gone into the store. Most of that time Dylan had been on the telephone with his mother. He grinned as he came up. "Hi guys… Mom said to say thanks… I guess for letting me call on your credit card and all… I think it made her pretty happy," Dylan said.

I smiled back at the boy. "No problem. I think she needs to know that everything is okay and you're having a good time. You are, aren't you," I teased.

Dylan gave me a cheeky grin and nodded and then looked into the shopping cart, already half-filled. He saw the breakfast cereal I had picked out, 'Special K' and you could see his distaste as his little nose wrinkled playfully, "Yuck, this stuff is truly gross man."

I grinned, giving in without a fight. "Okay Dyl, you and Kelly go pick up something that you both like… just go easy on the sugar okay."

He grinned and headed off with Kelly. I put the whole milk with vitamin D into the cart. At least they'd get a few things that were good for them. The boys came back with breakfast cereal. It was a box of sugar coated cereal, 'Fruit Loops' or something like that. "Yuck," I teased. "You guys really aren't going to eat that stuff are you?" Kelly and Dylan grinned and they nodded together. "Okay, well I guess you guys are old enough to make some decisions for yourselves.

They both smiled, and took off again. They reappeared about a minute later with a packet of cheese-filled hot-dogs, dropped it in the shopping cart, giggled and took off again. The two boys fed on each other, each boy providing inspiration and a challenge to the other. For the next ten minutes they ran back and forth through the store, sometimes returning the things I had already picked up, though I expected that they usually just dumped the stuff somewhere where it didn't belong, always bringing back new acquisitions that were more to the liking of pre-teen boys. I couple of times I had to ask them to quieten down before they scared some poor old lady half to death as they hurtled down the aisles. But it was all in fun, mostly they were more interested in having a good time than in actually buying anything. I said no to a few of the things that the boys brought back but they got away with murder. Still, it was a holiday for them as much as for me.

I was fairly certain that we'd bought just about everything in the store and I started towards the check-out. I was just about to go through the check-out, although Kelly was dragging along behind looking at something or other, when Dylan came up beside me as said quietly, "I want to ask you something?"

"Kind of personal huh?" I teased.

He grinned, "Yeah, kinda." He stretched up and I bent forward slightly and he whispered, "That KY stuff, or whatever it was that you told me about… you know for making me slippery back there…" I nodded, "Well… do you think they'd have something like that here?"

I shrugged uncertainly, "Maybe. It's probably over in that section if they do," I said, pointing vaguely towards the other side of the store where we had seen the array of drug-store-related things. "Why?" I teased, "You got something in mind?" I stopped pushing the cart forward and pulled back into the aisle we'd just come from.

Dylan gave me a cheeky grin, "Yeah!" he whispered, then looked around before he added in a conspiratorial whisper, "The same thing you've got in mind."

I grinned at the young boy, "You really want the KY? It was a lot of fun just with the Crisco wasn't it? And we already know Vaseline works okay."

Dylan smirked at me, blushing slightly as he remembered. "Yeah! The other stuff is okay, at least the Vaseline is, but I don't wanna use the oil again for a while, okay?"

I remembered the wonderful lubricity I had experienced inside the boy's taut young body only hours ago. It had been overwhelming as my penis had slid back and forth inside the oil-slicked tube of the boy's rectum, the excess oil spilling out until my entire groin and most of Dylan seemed to be covered in a glistening slippery film. "Why not Dylan? It didn't hurt did it?" I asked nervously.

Dylan shook his golden-blond head and said hesitantly, "It didn't hurt at the time… it was really nice… better than at the farm even… But when I woke up I… well I didn't like it that much, okay?"

"But why?" I asked, "It looked fine back there at breakfast. Your hole was pretty big of course and it looked like it was a bit swollen and bruised… I think… well considering what we did… well… it probably ought to be a bit sore after that."

Dylan swallowed nervously, thought for a second, then said slowly, "It isn't sore… well a bit okay… If you really must know… when I woke up I felt awful… like in my belly… you know when you have to go to the bathroom. I just made it in time. I never pooped like that before. It wasn't like diarrhea, it kind of exploded out in big lumps at first… then it got really watery. It was gross… and real smelly too. I pooped a whole lot… and even after it stopped coming out I kept on getting cramps like you get with diarrhea."

I looked at Dylan, "Jesus, Dylan, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say something you poor bugger?" I turned the cart around and headed back down the aisle towards Kelly, still wandering along looking at just about everything.

"I thought I was going die… it felt so bad. I felt better as soon as I'd finished… like I was all emptied out inside. I thought about telling you but… well I guess I didn't want to worry you and make you think I was sick or something like that." The boy smiled shyly, slightly embarrassed, "Later on I kind of figured out that it probably was the oil… because nothing like that happened before when we used the other stuff. At first… well I thought it was… well because we did it for such a long while… a whole hour… and maybe something got hurt inside me."

I nodded, steering the cart with one hand, my other arm around Dylan's shoulders as he walked beside me. "I guess it acted like an enema… it made your poop loosen up. Well… next time we know better… no more oil from now on okay?"

Dylan looked up at me awkwardly, "I don't want to never do it again like that but… only… well maybe we shouldn't use so much of it next time."

"Well anyway Dylan," I smiled, "I think you're right about the KY. It's probably a lot better for you. Let's see if we can find some."

Dylan walked beside me and Kelly dragged along in the rear. Lubricants were exactly where you'd expect to find them. Below the condoms and just above the ovulation and pregnancy tests. At least that's where you'd find them in most of the U.S., but in the backwoods of Kentucky, where selling booze is illegal, I didn't know what to expect. The funny thing was that I was embarrassed. Here I was shopping with an incredibly beautiful twelve-year-old boy and I was buying KY. I stopped the cart a few feet further up the aisle, past the KY, looked behind us to make sure that no one was watching, then I backtracked and picked up two tubes of KY, the 6 oz. kind in the cardboard box. I even pointed the condoms out to Dylan remembering our earlier talk about sex.

I don't know about boys today. When I was twelve I had a good idea what condoms were for but Dylan was completely uninterested. I guess all he wanted was the KY but the idea of 'doing it' with him and having a piece of rubber stretched over my cock wasn't that appealing to me either. As Kelly caught up we headed back up towards the check-out. Picking the right check-out was a bit of a problem. Only three were open. One was 'manned' by someone who looked like the assistant store manager, the other by a girl in her late teens, and the other by an a black woman, somewhere between thirty and forty, if I had to guess.

The manager type was a definite no-no. He probably stocked the shelves. The girl was a good bet, she'd probably never had a use for a lubricant other than what she produced herself. The problem was that she might know what KY was used for. By myself, I wouldn't have batted an eye, and walked right on through, but with Dylan right next to me, Kelly too for that matter, it seemed terribly obvious that I needed it for one, or both of the boys.

The black woman, would she know or wouldn't she? That was the question. For a moment I considered sending Dylan and Kelly outside until I was though the checkout. But hell, for all she knew I needed it for my wife, or girlfriend, or… I went into her check-out and Dylan helped get the things out of the cart. Kelly looked over the display of candy but knew better than to ask. I made sure that the KY was buried somewhere in the middle of our groceries, hoping it would go through the scanner unnoticed. Incredibly, everything went smoothly, she rang the total, I paid and we pushed the cart, now full of paper bags, out to the car. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as we were safely outside.

By the time we had finished shopping the sky had started to cloud up, suddenly getting much darker in the west, a clear sign that a thunder storm was brewing. I drove back to the boat as fast as I could, assigned bags for the boys to carry and hurried down to the marina. I couldn't tell how long before the storm would break but it was obviously headed in our direction. Once everything was aboard I gave serious thought to staying at the marina for the night. It would curtail our activities for the evening but it would be a lot easier than facing a storm out on the lake. The boys decided for me.

"You want me to untie the rope at the front," Dylan asked.

"Huh?" I said. "Oh! Well it looks like a storm, I was thinking that maybe we should stay here tonight.."

"Well you did promise," Dylan said.

Kelly nodded, "Yeah, Dad. You said we were going back to where we stayed last night. You promised. Dylan and I like it there."

I smiled and gave in, there was still some time before the storm arrived. "Okay, Dylan," I said, "You know what to do, go up there and let go the rope when I say. Kelly, you keep watch behind me."

The boys jumped, eager to get back to the little bay they'd named KayDee Bay, and I started the engines. As soon as we were in the channel I sent the boys down into the cabin to start putting things away. I opened the throttles wide open on the twin fifty horsepower Evinrudes and headed back across the lake at full speed. The sky was getting even darker as I reached the other side, turning an almost greenish color, and I could hear the threatening roll of thunder in the distance. I almost missed the break in the shoreline that led into our bay. Once inside the narrow opening I cut the engines and drifted until the boat stopped. I went forward, dropped the anchor, then went into the cabin just as the first huge raindrops started splattering on the deck. Perfect timing. The boys had finished unpacking the things we'd bought and were sitting on the couch looking at the two Super Heroes comic books they had tossed into the cart.

Dylan looked up with a grin, "Just made that, huh?"

I nodded, "You're not wrong Dylan. Won't be able to go swimming now though."

The boys shrugged. For the moment at least comic books won over swimming and playing on the shore. In the little bay, we were protected. Through the window we could see the trees at the tops of the surrounding hills being tossed in the wind, but where we were moored was calm. I went to the refrigerator, actually more like an ice chest, and retrieved a beer. I had only brought a dozen, but who would have expected that this would be a dry county. I went over to the boys and sat on the only other chair, watching them recline on the couch, now completely absorbed by the comics. They were quiet at last.

Dylan looked sexy, he was dressed in his black tee shirt and shorts. His golden-blond hair seemed to glisten even in the dim light provided by the cabin lights. His hands seemed so small, his fingers deftly turning the pages, then pausing as he read the captions. His arms were slender, even browner than they had been only hours ago. I could not look away even I had wanted to. It was as if the boy had a magnetic power, demanding my complete attention. His body seemed so small, so fragile, so innocent. His legs were slightly apart, slender and as brown as his arms, disappearing into his shorts, leading upward to the most wonderful part of him, the small, ever-present little bulge that was revealed by the folds in the soft cotton. He radiated sex. It seemed to come from every part of him, from every motion. Dylan lay on his side next to Kelly, supporting his head on one hand, his elbow pressing into the couch only a fraction of an inch from Kelly's bare leg.

After about five minutes Dylan looked up suddenly from his comic book, caught my eyes and grinned. He pushed the comic book away, momentarily sucked on his bottom lip thoughtfully, brushed the hair back from his forehead, wriggled on the couch, stretched and arched his back like a cat, smiled at me again, and finally said, "Well?"

I smiled back. I tried to read the boy's mind, concentrating my entire being as I focused on him, "Huh?" I said absently.

Dylan smiled, "Well?" He slowly came out of his reclining position and sat up, stretched his arms back and yawned, then his eyes met mine again. The 'magnetism' was overpowering. I watched the boy breathe deeply, in and then out, letting out a little sigh that conveyed as much to me as anything he could have said. He glanced at the doorway that led back to the bedroom, then his eyes returned to mine.

"Well?" I said teasingly. Dylan smiled shyly. "You bored kiddo?" I added playfully. Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly, meaningfully, knowingly.

"I am," Kelly piped in. "It's too soon for dinner. What are we gonna do now?"

I grinned, "What do you guys want to do?" I asked.

"I dunno," Kelly said, "Maybe watch TV, I guess… or play games… we did bring some… I know we did."

I nodded, "I think they're in the bedroom. You can get one if you want."

Kelly scrambled to his feet and started into the next room. There was a disappointed look on Dylan's face that was much like the look on mine. "Heh, Kelly, hold on a sec', I've got a better idea. How about we play cards instead," I said quickly, suddenly remembering that I'd seen a deck of cards somewhere on the boat.

"Well… can't we play Monopoly or something else. I don't know how to play cards," Kelly replied.

I glanced at Dylan. The older boy shrugged. The last thing I wanted to do was play Junior Monopoly. "Okay, well I'll teach you. You want to play cards Dylan?"

"Yeah! I guess so… But I don't know how to play either," Dylan added.

I laughed, suddenly remembering where I'd seen the cards. They were in the bedroom, in the drawer next to the bed. I told Kelly where the cards were and he went off to get them. He came back a minute later and passed the box to me. I opened the box. The cards were still new, they had a picture of the marina on the back and the name and phone number of the rental company. I shuffled the deck clumsily, I was never much good at that. "Okay, so what do you guys want to learn first? Poker?" The boys looked at me without much interest. I grinned, "Okay… how about… strip poker?"

That piqued Dylan's interest, "Huh?"

"Strip poker… we play for clothes." I smiled at the boy and raised my eyebrows, "You lose a hand, you lose a piece of clothing. The last person to be naked, wins."

The boys giggled. "Yeah?" Dylan smirked as the idea grew in his mind, "Wins what?" he added.

The boy had me there, what on earth did one win with strip poker, other than seeing the other guys strip. I shrugged as I thought, "Oh I don't know. I guess anything. We'd have to decide that I s'pose."

Kelly and Dylan grinned at each other and then at me. "Okay, I know," Dylan smirked, then added, "The winner gets what ever he wants, okay?"

I laughed, the boy was catching on fast. "Okay that's fair." Kelly nodded his agreement. I placed the cards into three almost equal piles, then distributed them to the boys and myself. I figured that we each had seven pieces of clothing to lose. "The rules are really simple guys, I'll teach you as we go. If you lose a hand, you have to take off one piece of clothing… and each sock or shoe counts as one piece." The boys exchanged grins. I put down the first card, a Ten of Hearts. "Okay Dylan, your turn." He put down a Three of Spades. "Now you Kelly."

He turned the card over slowly, looking at it as he peeled it away. It was a Jack of Diamonds. I grinned. "Okay, now when someone puts down a card like this, either a Jack, or a Queen, or a King or an Ace, then the next person has to put cards down on top of it. Like I have to put one card on Kelly's Jack. If it was a Queen I'd put two, three on a King and four cards on an Ace." I drew a card, it was a Six of Hearts. "Now I lose this hand so I have to take off a piece of clothing." The boys giggled as I kicked off a shoe. "Now Dylan you go next."

The game continued for about ten minutes, amid a lot of giggles and teasing, until Kelly and I were down to our shorts and Dylan still had the additional cover of his tee shirt. On the next hand Dylan dropped a Jack of Spades onto the pile. Slowly Kelly lifted up the next card, then grinning cheekily, dropped a Nine of Hearts on the pile. My son giggled sheepishly, glanced at me, and stood up. Without a word he pulled his shorts downward, letting them slide down his little brown legs to his feet. He stepped out of them, dressed only in his bikini-briefs. Like me, and I expected like Dylan, he was as hard as a rock, his little penis sticking outward and upward in the taut patterned nylon, the tiny head clearly outlined in the thin material by the little ridge around it. He smirked and then sat down on the couch again.

On the next round it was my turn to drop the shorts. I followed Kelly's example and stood up, shucking my shorts to the amusement of the two boys. My penis was fully erect and it stuck up under the elastic waist-band of my briefs. The boys chortled as my penis came into view, the swollen purplish head and about two more inches [5 cm] poking out. I laughed with them, pushing it to one side so that it was covered before I sat down again. We played two more rounds until I played an Ace to Dylan and he wasn't able to cover it. He grinned at me and slid out of his tee shirt, pulling it upward over his head and then he tossed it at me playfully. The cloth was still warm from the contact with his beautiful young body.

On the next round Dylan played a Queen of Diamonds. Kelly peeled a Five from his cards first, smiled at Dylan and then slowly lifted up a Seven of Spades. He hesitated. "Go on Kelly, drop 'em," Dylan laughed. My son blushed slightly as he stood up. Slowly his hands moved to his sides, then lifting the thin elastic waist-band outward and away from the small spike that jutted from his pubis. He tugged them down, all the way to the floor before he straightened up. His penis was rigid, perhaps harder than it had ever been. Tiny blue ripples marked the swollen veins, the skin so delicate that it seemed almost transparent. His scrotum was still loose, the rounded shape of his little testicles visible in the soft pink folds. I gazed at my naked son. Nearly seven, his little body was perfectly proportioned, his thighs and pelvis already a bit darker from his exposure to the sun that afternoon. Kelly giggled, his hand coming instinctively to his penis, stroking himself gently, as he looked at Dylan and me, shamelessly but naturally excited. Then his fingers moved around so that they were supporting his immature testicles, cupping them, squeezing as gently as he could. He looked anxiously at me for a few seconds. The room was suddenly very quiet. I smiled at Kelly and he smiled back and then he flopped back down on the couch, now out of the game.

Dylan was one piece of clothing behind me and I took it on that round. He stripped off his shorts the same way that Kelly and I had, standing up and looking at me, holding my gaze for an instant, then deliberately, slowly, pulling then down his thighs. Like Kelly he was wearing his new patterned bikini-briefs. His penis was sticking out too, pulling the nylon into tight, small folds from between his legs, his ball-sac forming a little rounded hemisphere below. Dylan and I grinned at each other, we were now on an even footing. I drew the next card, an Eight of Hearts. Dylan's card was a King of Clubs. I played two losers. The third card I drew slowly, watching the boy's eyes as he tried to peek. I sighed, breathing out in relief. It was the Jack of Hearts. Dylan looked up suddenly, seriously, challenging me with a silent stare. He knew I hadn't cheated but he tried to pretend anger. "You cheated," he accused me playfully.

I laughed and shook my head, "Your turn kiddo," I teased.

Dylan shook his head, then he smiled at me cheekily. He lifted up his next card so that I couldn't see it and peeked underneath. Then he looked back at me, his eyes alight with a sudden surge of excitement. I saw a smile forming at the corners of his mouth, his little dimples suddenly appearing as if by magic. Then slowly he turned the card over. It was the Two of Hearts.

I smiled at Dylan and he stood up, his little hard penis making a pointed tent in his briefs. His hands came to his hips, slipped under the waist-band and pulled down slowly, his eyes meeting mine as I watched intently. The tip of his penis caught under the elastic and was pulled downward, then suddenly it sprang free and snapped back up, slapping against his lower belly. It seemed loud in the silent room. I watched as Dylan completed the motion, pushing his bikini-briefs all the way to the floor. Then the boy stood up straight again, his lithe slender body as straight and full of life as the little hard penis that throbbed between his legs. He was beautiful. He stood still and silent, waiting as my eyes travelled up and down, taking in every precious inch of him. Now naked, he was freed from the inhibitions that come with clothes. He flexed his penis, making it jerk slightly, hungrily, his scrotum tightening and drawing his testicles upward for the merest fraction of an inch. The boy's sexuality was overpowering.

"You win!" Dylan said huskily as he grinned. My eyes came back to his. "You get whatever you want."

I half-closed my eyes, pretending to think, "Hmmmm! Whatever I want?" I said, trying hard to control my voice.

"Huh huh!" Dylan said, his voice becoming urgent as he breathed deeply.

I stood up, "Well… what if… I want… you?" I said slowly as I stood up and took a step forward.

The boy breathed out, "Huh huh!" he whispered.

I could see his chest rising and falling, his ribs outlined in the smooth brown skin, the firm muscles of his belly almost quivering. The boy swallowed, then his little pink tongue came out and he licked his bottom lip. Desire, lust, love, cascaded through my mind. I could have whatever I wanted. What I wanted, Dylan wanted as well. Kelly, now excluded from the 'game', was sprawled out on the couch. He twisted around and looked up at us silently, his attention now diverted away from his comic book, even if only briefly. I reached forward and gently took Dylan's hand and drew the boy slowly, inexorably towards me. As his body brushed lightly against mine it felt as though something arced between us. He was warm and alive, bursting with the energy of youth, spilling into my body and renewing me. I stooped slightly, placing my left arm behind his knees, my right arm around his narrow shoulders, and I lifted the naked twelve-year-old boy up in my arms. This beautiful boy was mine, mine to love and to cherish and to enjoy.

I stood there looking down at Dylan as he lay back in my arms. He was excited. From his breathing, from the rapid movement of his eyes, from the beating of his heart, from the unmistakable tremble, I knew he was excited. He was happy and eager. For a moment we looked into each other's eyes, sharing our thoughts silently. Outside the storm had passed, now there was just the steady, peaceful sound of rain falling on the deck above us. Carefully I carried the boy through the doorway and into the bedroom. I left the door open. Kelly knew enough to leave us alone and even if he didn't, I knew that my son would see nothing that he had not already seen. I placed Dylan on the bed, then kneeled over him, straddling his slender legs. Lying there on the white sheets the boy looked innocent, almost virginal, perfect in every way. His arms reached up for me, his hands locking behind my neck, pulling me down to him. The kiss was sweet and gentle at first, then as our passion grew, his mouth became wetter and his little tongue became more active. We kissed and kissed, longer and harder than we'd ever kissed before.

When we parted after long and very wet minutes we were both trembling, our hearts pounding rapidly, our cocks throbbing, aching for relief. The boys had placed the KY on the night-stand beside the bed. One box was already opened and the tube had been taken out. The plastic cap was back in place but I could see that it had been squeezed, even if only slightly, but such is a boy's curiosity. I picked it up and flicked the cap back, then squeezed, watching the crystalline jelly ooze out onto the fingers of my right hand, a long thin glistening diamond. Dylan watched with fascination, then as I placed the tube back on the night-stand he rolled over, twisting so that he lay on his belly, his little buttocks lifted up slightly, waiting. I settled beside the boy, one leg over his, parting his crack with my fingers and smearing most of the gel directly into and around the small soft place in the center of his crack. The boy was serene as he felt the pressure of my finger, then suddenly I penetrated him and he sighed as my finger sank into him.

When Dylan was ready he let me know, his sighs becoming more intense, his breathing coming in spurts, then when he started working his hips obscenely I used more KY to lubricate my penis. Getting that first inch of my penis inside Dylan is always the hardest. It's painful more often than not because the boy's body has to yield and accept the presence of my penis while his anal band tries to resist. But once inside, I gave him a few minutes to adjust. The tension faded slowly and I began to increase the pressure, sinking into him a fraction of inch at a time until five inches [13 cm] of my penis was inside him. Then I began moving gently, letting Dylan's body relax momentarily after each forward thrust. Dylan trembled, quivered, shuddered, and cried, not in pain but in that incredible delight that began inside him and flowed through his young body.

We climaxed within seconds of each other, both of us shaking uncontrollably, my cock jerking wildly with exploding spasms. Then we collapsed, exhausted, our passion quietened at least for the present. I lay over Dylan, careful to take most of my weight on my elbows, but keeping my groin hard against his small pale cheeks. My cock softened and I felt the seal between us getting weaker. I was still part of Dylan's body, as he was still part of mine. After a long while I finally extricated my penis from its hot wet home and we dozed off, like lovers often do after sex, our hearts content, our bodies satisfied. Dylan was curled up with his head on my shoulder, one arm draped possessively across my chest, one leg over my thighs, just touching my genitals, his own immature sex organs pressed firmly into my side.

It was nearly dark when I awoke and I was startled to see Kelly standing by the bed looking down at us. A moment later Dylan struggled awake, blinking and rubbing his eyes sleepily. The sweet musky smell of our love-making seemed heavy in the air. He smiled at Kelly. It was smile that conveyed his happiness, his affection for the other boy. In the faint light I barely saw my son's lips press together, the boy's desire evident in his hard short penis, his little brown chest rising and falling rhythmically. I reached out and took Kelly by the hand. Like Dylan, I saw a smile form at the corners of his mouth, then widen until he beamed happily. I was uncertain, I knew that psychologists would say the boy would be damaged, but I knew that it was something that Kelly wanted every bit as much as Dylan. He came willingly, drawn forward by my hand, down onto the bed. I reached back to the night-stand and picked up the tube of KY. We'd have to get more pretty quickly I realized as I passed it to Dylan and settled back in the pillows to watch.

Epilogue

After three wonderful weeks on the houseboat both Dylan and Kelly had sun tans you wouldn't believe (head to toe, and everything in between). Dylan's hair was silver-blonde and Kelly's was a couple of shades lighter as well. They were both very happy boys and a close friendship had developed between them, despite the difference in their ages.

Both Dylan and his mother live with Kelly and me now. The relationship that was formed during the three weeks aboard the honeymooner was so strong and so positive that we had little choice but to establish 'something more permanent'. I was divorced shortly after our return. It turned out that my wife had met someone else during her forays and it was a mutual separation.

Dylan is now fifteen, he's nearly five foot four inches [1.65 m] tall and is about one year into puberty. He sends his love! Kelly turned ten only a few weeks ago. Like Dylan, my son is a very sexy boy (with Dylan and only Dylan).

The End