Chapter 1
Rock bottom

Oh no. My car had been vandalized. All the tires were slashed and one of the windows had been smashed.

My heart sank.

I had thought that the worst was over now. How stupid.

I dreaded what I'd see, when I turned the next corner and could see my house. My house was a small city house.

It wasn't as bad as I had feared. Only thing was the painted text on the outside walls.

'Die pedo scum' and 'Here lives a pedopile' it said. They didn't even bother to check what they wrote.

It didn't matter. The meaning was clear.

I found my key and entered. Nothing seemed to have been broken.

My house needed some cleaning, but I couldn't muster the energy right now.

Actually, I could hardly muster the energy to breathe. I wanted to die. This was gonna be hell.

I had hoped that the word hadn't spread about me. But that hope was thoroughly crushed now.

I had just been released after spending 3 years in hell, for looking at pictures and videos of cute boys. Ok, they weren't just cute. They were also naked. And doing things.

I hadn't actually hurt anyone. I know the so called experts claim that I hurt a lot of boys by looking at those pictures and videos, but seriously… That's stupid. They don't know I've seen them. How could it hurt them?

But I guess that after my crime was discovered, no one cared about my opinion.

Over the next weeks, life settled into an ugly routine.

I hid in my house all day. I ordered groceries online, and wrote that they should put the boxes by the shed. That way they wouldn't see what was written on my house, I hoped.

I tried contacting a couple of my former friends, but they all hung up as soon as they heard my voice. Except Jimmy. He actually threatened me and promised to beat the shit out of me, if he ever saw me again.

I had spoken briefly with my parents while I was in prison. It had been a terrible blow for them. My dad never wanted to see me again. My mom sometimes called me, when dad was out. Just hearing how everything was and if I got something to eat. I lied. I told her things were ok and I was happy to be out of prison.

I had to start going out. I also needed a job. I needed money, so I could move to a place where people would leave me alone.

But truth was, that I was afraid to leave the house. I wasn't actually afraid of meeting someone who would beat me up or hurt me. Or kill me. My fear was mostly the confrontation. Seeing people's faces when they recognized me. And the greatest fear of them all, was to be in a public place, when a person or group would start yelling hateful things at me, so everybody would look at me and realize that I was a pedophile. I couldn't bear the thought of that happening.

I drank a lot of beer, rum and vodka. Watched a lot of movies and series on netflix. I played a lot of computer games and I slept a lot. Much more than people are supposed to sleep.

Sleeping was the best escape there was. But it didn't really improve my situation.

I needed a way out of this mess, but I was trapped.

Maybe I should just get it over with. Eat some pills or something. My mother would be devastated, but other than that, no one would care.

Chapter 2
An unexpected phone call

One day I got a phone call from an acquaintance.

Just hearing the phone ring, was a big surprise. Only my mother called me, and not very often.

When I realized that it wasn't her, but Michael, I got seriously surprised. We didn't know each other that well, and had only spoken a few times, when we met through some common friends. Former friends in my case.

"Hi, it's Michael," he said.

I recognized the voice. "Oh hi Michael," I replied.

"Hi, how are you doing? I thought you might be having a rough time at the moment, and figured I'd give you a call."

My throat tightened. I could hardly speak. Did someone actually care about how I felt?

"Yes!" I croaked.

"Oh, is it that bad?"

I just couldn't answer.

"Well… If it's a bad time, I can call later, or you can just call me back," he suggested, apparently thinking that I didn't want to talk with him.

"No no, it's ok," I said, though my voice broke. It was very embarrassing, but I wasn't able to hide that I was crying.

"Hmmm… Listen. I just wanted to say, that if you need someone to speak with sometime, you're welcome to call me, or come get a beer or something."

My heart jumped. I felt so grateful. Somewhere inside I could feel, that it somehow was humiliating. But I didn't care. I seriously needed to talk to someone.

"Yes, I would like that," I managed to say.

"Cool. If you got no other plans, would you like to come here for lunch tomorrow?" Michael asked. "Or would you prefer, just to talk on the phone?"

"No, I'll be there," I said, before the tears welled up again, and my throat shut down.

I just couldn't hold it back, and started crying. I held the phone away, so Michael couldn't hear it.

I could hear him speaking, but couldn't make out the words.

I hung up. I could always call him back later.

I'm not sure why, but after that phone call, I spent the next hour crying my eyes out.

Maybe it was because that little hint of hope, made me realize just how terrible my life was and how miserable I felt.

After a couple of hours, and a couple of drinks, I called him back.

"I'm sorry, I had to hang up on you," I said. "But I would love to come by for lunch tomorrow. What time? And where do you live?"

"Oh right my address," he laughed. "Ok, be here around 12 then." Then he gave me his address.

Then I realized that my car couldn't drive anywhere. I'd have to take a bus or something.

We talked a couple of minutes, and I managed to sound like a normal person. At least I hoped I did, and when we hang up, I felt really good. Like I was human again. Or alive.

Then it hit me. What if it was a setup?

Maybe Michael and some other guys were trapping me, and really just wanted to beat me up or torture me?

Nah… Not Michael. He seemed nice. But I really didn't know him very well.

Suddenly all kinds of horrible scenarios flashed through my mind. Torture, humiliation, execution.

For a couple of minutes, I seriously considered canceling.

But I really needed this. I had to take the chance.

Chapter 3
At Michaels

I sneaked out of the house. Luckily no incidents. Few people saw me, and they probably didn't know who I was. Or chose to ignore me.

It was a good distance to the bus. I had checked out the route and stops, and it would take me an hour to get to Michael's house, and there was a good deal of walking at both ends of the little journey.

It was a hot day, so I started to sweat and had to take off my jacket, wearing just my thin t-shirt, while I walked the couple of miles from the bus stop to Michael's house.

Finally I arrived. It was a nice house. I rang the door bell. The house was much nicer and bigger than mine, with a nice little garden surrounded by a high thick green hedge, so you couldn't see inside.

I felt the fear as I waited by the door. I heard footsteps. This was it.

Michael opened. He smiled and said, "Come on in."

I entered. Still a little bit uncertain of what to expect.

"I'm preparing our lunch, so I hope the big tour of the house can wait," Michael said, as he showed me to a chair by the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit.

"Yeah sure, no problem," I said, while my fears slowly faded.

"Want a beer? I could use one," he said. "Could you grab us a couple from the fridge?"

I sure could use one, so I got us one each, and opened his for him, as his hands were busy with some vegetables.

While he prepared the lunch, he told me a bit about himself. He was recently divorced. It had been an ugly divorce, and they didn't speak much, except when they had to.

I asked why they had to speak, and he explained it was because of their son Daryl.

I had no idea he had a son. Actually I wasn't even sure I had ever seen his ex-wife.

He told me, that he had decided to stay in the house for now, though it was gonna be a bit tight to sit in here with only 1 income.

I just nodded and said yes and oh, at appropriate times, while he explained his situation.

When he seemed to be done, with his ultra short version of his life story, I asked what had been on my mind, ever since he called me.

"Why did you call me, and invite me over?"

"Oh well yes. About that. I was with Jimmy and Paul. You know Jimmy, right?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, Jimmy said that you had called him and wanted to talk, and that he had threatened to kill you or something. He seemed pretty proud of it even. I had no idea what that was about, so I asked. Jimmy said, 'that you're a pedo fucker and you should just die'."

My heart sank.

"I asked again what you had done," Michael continued explaining. "From Jimmy's reaction, I expected that you had raped and murdered a dozen children. Paul said that you were in prison for having watched child porn.

"Jimmy said, 'See, that's what I said'. We discussed how bad it was, to watch child porn, and Jimmy said that all pedos should just die."

I felt miserable, but didn't say anything. After all, he did call me.

"When I got home, I thought about it, and wondered what it would be like, to be a pedo and meet people like Jimmy. I realized that you probably had a pretty shitty time, and thought I'd just check up on you and let you know that we're not all like Jimmy."

I could hardly speak and croaked a, "Thank you".

"Paul didn't say much, but I think he also thought that Jimmy over-reacted. Do you know Paul?"

"No, I don't think so," I said. My throat felt a bit better now.

"Ok. Well, don't get me wrong. I think it's terrible when pedos rape kids and all that shit. But you'd never do that, would you?"

"Of course not," I quickly replied. "I would never hurt a kid."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Michael said as he washed his hands and turned around.

"Well then," he continued. "That's it. Lunch should be ready in 15 minutes. I've got some juicy steaks ready for us. They just need 5 minutes on the barbecue." He nodded towards the garden.

There was a small terrace with a barbecue, and a small inflatable plastic pool for kids.

I remembered Michael had mentioned a son, Daryl. I wondered how old he was. Then felt ashamed. Michael had shown me trust and friendship when all my former friends had abandoned me. I was not gonna have those kind of thoughts about his son.

Michael pulled out a chair in front of me and sat down.

"Did that answer your question?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you. It was very nice of you, and you were right. I am having a rough time at the moment."

"Yeah, I can imagine that. In fact…"

Suddenly the door flew open, and 2 boys stormed in.

One of them said, "Dad, can Jules eat lunch here?"

The boy had to be Daryl, Michael's son. I thought he was at his mother's, but apparently not.

"Sure, if he can eat steak and salad and it's ok with his mother"

The boy was around 9 years old. He had light brown hair. A slim but strong athletic type of body. His skin was light brown like his eyes. He was a very attractive boy.

His friend Jules took a few steps forward. He was almost skinny. With long blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked a little bit younger. His skin was delicate, smooth and pale. In his own way, he was just as attractive as Daryl.

Michael said "Jules, run in and ask your mother. I'm about to put the steaks on the barbeque, and need to know if you are going to eat here or not."

"Ok," he said and ran off.

"Hey, wait for me," Daryl shouted and sprinted after him, letting go of a big fart, just as he caught up with Jules at the door.

Michael laughed. "I think that boy farts more than he exhales! …Oh, I forgot to introduce you," he said and smiled at me.

"That's ok," I said. I suddenly felt very awkward and insecure.

Maybe he thought I was attracted only to little girls.

Before I had time to think much about anything, Daryl returned.

Daryl yelled, "It's ok dad! Jules is going to eat with us. Can we swim in the pool?"

"No, we're eating in 5 minutes Daryl. Maybe if you're good, you can swim after lunch."

"Oh ok, dad," Daryl answered as Jules caught up with him and stood behind him.

"Boys, say hi to my friend John."

The boys looked at me.

Daryl said, "Hi John."

"No, not like that. A proper introduction. He's a friend of mine," Michael yelled from the garden.

Daryl took 2 steps towards me and gave me his hand.

"Hi, I'm Daryl, Michael's son," he said as I held his warm little hand. He was wonderful. So full of life and boyhood.

"Hi Daryl," I said. "I'm John. A friend of your father." I sent him a big smile.

Then we both looked at Jules, who didn't seem to know quite what to do with himself. Seemed he wasn't sure if he also was expected to present himself the same way. Or maybe he was just shy.

Daryl wasn't the patient type of boy, so he just blurted out, "Come on, Jules. Introduce yourself. Dad said, that if we've been good boys we can swim after lunch."

Jules walked up to me and stretched out his hand, while Daryl went out in the garden and asked his dad if he could help with anything. What a well mannered boy, I thought. When he remembers.

"Hi, my name is Julian," the cutest little voice said.

I turned my head and looked at him. His big blue eyes were incredible, and I felt the air leave my lungs.

"I live next door and Daryl is my best friend," he said, looking a bit insecure.

It was probably because I hadn't answered or taken his hand. How rude of me.

I took his hand in mine and said, "Oh, I'm sorry Julian. I didn't mean to be rude, I was just thinking of something else. My name is John, and I'm a friend of Michael. Very pleased to meet you, Julian."

His hand felt very soft and warm in mine, and I didn't want to let go of it.

"It's ok," he said and smiled.

While I still held his lovely soft little hand and his angelic gazing blue eyes., "So, are Daryl and Michael nice neighbors, or do they fart so loud that you can't sleep at night next door?" I asked.

Jules giggled. "No, we can't hear them. But Daryl does fart a lot," he said just as Daryl came back inside.

"Hey, I don't fart that much," he said and let go of a loud fart.

We all laughed. His timing had been perfect.

"Come Jules, we gotta set the table. I promised my dad."

"Ok," Jules said and looked into my eyes, almost as if he was apologizing for taking his hand out of mine.

During lunch, I completely forgot about my crappy life, and just enjoyed hanging out with a friend in a nice atmosphere and looking at the cute boys. They were so much fun. So different from each other, and yet both so incredibly wonderful. Daryl, full of life, fun and the very essence of boyhood. And Jules, so gentle, beautiful, soft, timid and beautiful. And beautiful.

I got a grip on myself. I remembered that I should be grateful for the unexpected friendship and stop abusing Michael's trust. I forced my eyes away from the boys, and focused on my conversation with Michael, though it was less interesting than the boys.

Chapter 4
Boys having fun

After lunch, the boys helped with the clean up and washing the dishes. Michael went upstairs and returned with 2 cute little speedos for the boys.

Michael put them on the table, and started putting plates, glasses and the other stuff back in their proper places.

Daryl immediately stripped naked and hopped into his blue speedo. He had an absolutely perfect body. The girls were going to fight over him in a few years. He was slim and toned and quite muscular, beneath his smooth tanned skin.

His dick was 2 inches [5 cm], uncut and very inviting. It had the perfect proportions, for a little boy dick.

Jules seemed a bit reluctant to take off his clothes in front of us, and just stood there hesitating.

Daryl didn't have time for that and was oblivious to the fact that some people had modesty.

"Come on Jules. Get going, let's swim!" he said. Then he yanked Jules shirt over his head.

Jules ribs were clearly visible and his skin was so milky white and pale, that you could see the blue veins in many places on his chest.

While Jules were struggling with his shirt over his head, he got his arms pinned in the shirt too, and it wouldn't move. Neither up or down.

Daryl laughed and pulled down Jules shorts and undies in one quick jerk, exposing Jules thin waist, hips and his genitals.

The skin at his pubic area was even whiter than the rest of his skin. Almost translucent. It seemed so soft and delicate, I couldn't help feeling an urge to reach out and touch it. Feel the smoothness of his skin. But of course I didn't.

Jules dick was incredibly beautiful, like the rest of him. It was 2.5 inches [6 cm] long but thinner than Daryl's. and it seemed to have a magical attraction, making me want to reach out and touch it.

I realized my own dick was hard, and discreetly adjusted it to be less visible.

Jules dick hung down and swayed from side to side, as Jules frantically tried to get the stubborn shirt over his head, while he laughed in an insecure and embarrassed voice said, "I'll get you for that, Daryl!"

Everybody knew, that he wouldn't get Daryl, who was much stronger.

I'm sure Jules was uncomfortable being exposed like that, but he didn't whine. He just kept struggling with the stuck shirt.

"You need some help with that, Jules?" I asked.

"Yes, please," he replied.

I got up and found the opening in his shirt, which was stuck below his nose and at the back of his head.

"Relax, and stop pulling, Julian," I said calmly.

Daryl shouted "I'm hopping in!" and rushed outside. Soon we heard a splash of water.

I lowered the shirt at the back of Julian's head, which made room for his pretty little nose to get through the opening and then up and off.

Jules looked up at me with his wonderful eyes and an ashamed gleam in them and said, "Thank you."

Then we both looked down at his body.

He was so adorable standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable, with his shorts around his knees and his nearly nude body exposed before a near stranger.

I knew I shouldn't but I knelt down, and helped him step out of his clothes while I stared at his wonderful dick, only a few inches away from my face.

"There you go," I said, and handed him his speedos, catching a last glimpse of his dick.

Our eyes met again as he quickly hopped in his bathing suit and headed out to join Daryl.

When Michael had finished in the kitchen, he joined me and said, "Nice boys, eh?" with a big smile.

I didn't quite know what to say. Did he know, that I liked boys, or what was that supposed to mean?

"Ehm… Yes," I just said.

"Jules been Daryl's best friend, since they were toddlers. It's funny how different they are but what good friends they are."

"Yes, I agree. They are very different personalities."

The question was burning in my mind. Did he know that I liked boys?

"They seem to like you. Especially Jules, I think," Michael said.

"You think so?" I asked surprised. I thought Michael hadn't paid much attention to the brief conversations I'd had with Jules.

"Yes for sure. He's usually a very shy boy around strangers."

"Oh. Yes, I could see he was a little bit shy."

"Nothing compared to how he usually acts around strangers."

I had to ask. It wasn't fair, if he didn't know it.

"You know that I like boys?" I blurted out clumsily.

"Yes," he said and looked at me.

"I mean…"

"I know what you mean," Michael interrupted me. "The answer is Yes, I know."

"But… Why then? I mean, your son." I was getting a bit upset about this. Was it a test? Was I being set up?

When he didn't answer, I continued, "Is it a test or something? Are you trying to set me up?"

"No no relax," Michael said. "Well, maybe you could call it a test. Like I said, I don't believe you would hurt a kid. But I'm still not gonna let you babysit Daryl." He laughed.

I didn't.

What kind of test, I wondered. What was all this about?

"Let's go sit outside," Michael suggested and got up without waiting for my answer.

I picked up the boys' clothes and took them with me outside.

We sat at the garden table, watching the boys having fun in the pool.

They were wrestling. Daryl was much stronger than Jules, but you could see, he still made sure that Jules was having fun and letting him win a little victory now and then. He was a nice boy. Not everybody at his age, would make sure the weaker boy had fun too.

"You wanna stay for dinner too, or you got other plans?" Michael asked.

"Sure, I'd love to stay for dinner. You know… I don't really have any other friends," I admitted.

"Yeah, I can imagine that," he said.

Just then, the boys came storming out of the pool, towards us.

"We wanna play XBox!" Daryl exclaimed.

"Sure," Michael said. "But HEY STOP!"

The wet boys stopped right before entering the kitchen.

"Don't go inside, all wet like that. I'll get you a towel."

"Oh ok dad," Daryl said as his dad disappeared inside.

"So did you fart in the water, Daryl?" I asked trying to resume our fun from earlier.

"No, not even once," he said. I could see something in his face. He was pressing or something. And then he let out a big fart again.

I was sure he did it on purpose. But it still worked, and we all laughed.

"Uh oh!" Daryl said and pulled down his speedos in the back, trying to look over his own shoulder to look inside them.

Jules looked into them too.

"Nice skid mark," Jules laughed.

"Ewww!" Daryl laughed, pulled his speedos off and tossed them on the ground.

"Dad can wash them," he said.

We all laughed again. You just couldn't help loving that wonderful boy.

As Daryl stood there all naked, he suddenly said, "Hey John! You wanna see me do cartwheels?"

"Sure, of course," I replied.

And then the Daryl show started. All nude, with his front to me, he took a few steps turned slightly and made a perfect cartwheel, with his cute dick flopping around.

I laughed. "Perfect," I said and clapped my hands.

This spurred him on, and he managed to do 3 more perfect cartwheels, allowing me to enjoy his physical perfection, until his dad returned with a big towel.

"I thought you guys could just share a towel, since it's so big," he said and threw the towel in Daryl's face.

"Daryl pooped in his speedos," Jules said.

"No I didn't!" Daryl protested, while Jules and I laughed. "It's just a skid mark."

Michael picked up the cute little piece of nylon, and inspected it.

"Ew, I'm gonna put these in the washer. Jules, let me have yours too. They haven't been washed in ages anyway."

Again Jules seemed a bit reluctant to get naked, but after a second of hesitation, he pulled them down and handed them to Michael, who disappeared inside again with the two pairs of speedos.

Then I was left alone with two amazing cute naked boys.

I wondered if Michael somehow did this on purpose to test me. But I didn't complain. Not now at least.

While Daryl dried off with the towel, Jules stood naked and waited patiently.

I couldn't help marveling at their beauty. And I'm afraid I also stared a lot at their wonderful dicks.

Jules eyes caught mine, after I have peeked for a few seconds at his long thin one. But he didn't say anything.

I quickly smiled at him, and asked "What game are you guys going to play?"

"Wrestling," Daryl said from under the towel.

Jules nodded.

"Cool!" I said. "Maybe I can come up and beat you later. If I get to be Mysterio, you have no chance."

"No way!" Daryl said. "We're gonna beat YOU, right Jules?"

"Yes," Jules agreed. "We'll beat your butt!"

"We'll see about that," I said. "Beat my butt?" I giggled to myself.

Though Daryl wasn't exactly dry, he tossed the towel at Jules and said, "I'm gonna start up the Xbox."

Then he headed upstairs, forgetting about his clothes. Or not caring about them.

Jules started wiping himself clumsily with the big towel.

"You need help with that?" I asked, though I knew I shouldn't.

"Yes please," Jules answered and looked at me with those big blue eyes again.

I pulled him close, and with his front to me, I started wiping his back.

When I started rubbing the towel on his back, Jules put his arms around my neck, I pressed a little harder to wipe him dry, at the same time pressed his body into mine. It was effectively a hug. With a nude wet boy. I got a bit wet. And very hard.

When his back was done, I wiped his shoulders and chest, while we looked at each other.

Michael had been right. Jules liked me. I wiped his arms, and then under them. Then his tummy.

I leaned forward and whispered, "You want to wipe the rest yourself, or you want me to dry you off there too?"

He pulled his head back a little and looked in my eyes. Then he put his arms around me again and hugged me.

I pretended to dry his back some more, while I enjoyed his lovely hug, but his back was already dry.

I unwrapped him and resumed drying him off, on his cute tummy.

I took his non-reply, as a 'go ahead'.

With trembling hands, I reached down and grabbed his cute dick with the towel, while I looked into his eyes.

He just smiled at me. I stroked it 2 or 3 times with the towel, drying it off. Then I proceeded with his little ball sack, and down his thighs.

I had him lift up his cute little feet, one at a time, and dried off those too, which gave me a magnificent view of his genitals. I thought his dick looked slightly thicker than before. Maybe my toweling had made it chub up a little bit.

Then he was done. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "There, I think you're dry now."

Then I gave him a tight hug.

He smiled at me. Then reached for his undies.

"Oh right," I said. "You better get Daryl's clothes too. Here hold out your arms."

Jules did as I said, and held out his arms. Then I piled all their clothes on them and said, "Take these with you upstairs. Then you both can put them on, if you get cold."

"Ok" Jules said and went inside.

I sat there, all alone with my huge hard dick, and wondered what kind of test or trap this was. What had Michael meant?

Had I just failed the test or plunged into a trap?

~~OUTCAST TWO~~

Chapter 5
XBox wrestling

Michael soon returned.

"Hi, I thought I might as well put a full load in the washer. Sorry it took a few minutes."

"No problem," I said.

Michael sat down and let out a sigh. "It's nice here, don't you think?"

"Yes, it's very nice," I said and felt a sting of envy.

We sat there and talked a bit about nothing and everything. I was afraid of the subject that was on my mind. And Michael didn't bring it up. Maybe he thought that discussion was over. It might be, that he just wanted to make sure, I wasn't a rapist monster or a raving lunatic.

Slowly I relaxed again and enjoyed the sun, the company and my 3rd beer.

After a while, the window opened. Daryl leaned out and shouted, "John, come up and play with us!"

Michael looked at me.

I got a little embarrassed and said "Ehm, yeah… I kinda told them, I could beat them in XBox wrestling."

Michael laughed. "Of course you did. Let's go upstairs."

They had a nice living room upstairs.

There was a couch, two armchairs, a low table and a big TV. Stereo and big speakers. A huge rack with games, movies and CDs. Yeah, CDs, that's those old things, people once used for listening to music. Anyway, it was a perfect gaming room.

The boys were already playing when we entered, but they aborted the game when they saw us.

Daryl was still completely nude and gorgeous, but Jules had put on his undies. He was still beautiful though, in his own scrawny way.

"Dad you can play too," Daryl said. "We got 4 controllers."

"Nah, no thanks, I'll just watch you guys," Michael said.

The boys were in the chairs, so Michael and I sat on the couch.

Jules got up to hand me one of the controllers. But the cord wasn't long enough.

"You can't sit on the couch," Daryl said. "The controllers can't reach that far."

"Oh ok," I said, walked over to Jules and accepted the controller. Then I sat in the chair.

Jules stood up between Daryl's chair and mine. And then the game began.

I knew I was better than the boys, and quickly did a couple of flashy moves, including a 619, to kick them out of the ring. Then I did some of the 'gloat' combinations, and we all laughed as Mysterio flexed his muscles and stuck out his tongue. The boys were impressed.

"Whoa!" Daryl yelled. "How did you do THAT?"

Jules looked at me, with open mouth and with awe in his eyes. I loved it.

I quickly ended the game, by beating the two boys, and keeping the ring alone for the required period.

Daryl jumped up and shouted, "I wanna be Mysterio now! I didn't know he could do those things!"

"Ok ok, I said!" and smiled.

"After this game, I wanna try Mysterio, ok?" Jules chimed in.

"Sure, but first I'm gonna beat you both," Daryl exclaimed.

I smiled and chose Randy Orton, as I looked back at Michael, who was watching us play. He seemed interested, but was content just watching.

The next game started. I ran up to Mysterio and tried to grab him, but Big Show (Jules) interfered and hit me with a low kick. Then both boys ganged up on me and attacked me. But I parried most of their attacks and wasn't in big trouble.

Then when I got the chance, I hit Mysterio with Ortons special RKO, and followed up with an attack on Big Show.

I now had them both on the floor, and showed off Randy Orton style. I couldn't help giggling a bit to myself.

"How do you DO that?" Daryl demanded.

Well, I'll show you after I've won this round," I bragged. It didn't take long.

After that game, I got up from my chair and flexed for the boys, like some of the wrestlers did.

They laughed and said that my muscles were too small, compared to the wrestlers.

I agreed, but said that they were bigger than theirs. As expected, Daryl jumped up and started to flex in my face.

Jules soon followed, and I sat down and laughed together with Michael, while the boys showed off their huge muscles. Or attempted to. It was all good fun, and they were very cute, and to me, also very erotic. Perfect Daryl, completely nude showing off, and beautiful slim gentle Jules trying to keep up with Daryl's aggressive posing.

When they were done fooling around, I told them to start a new game, while I knelt besides Daryl. I held his hands, while he played, and pointed to the right buttons and combinations, while I explained the combos that would unleash the wrestler's special attacks, and when to do it.

Jules listened in, but he would get his turn after this one.

Daryl caught on quickly, and with my guidance, he managed to pull of a good combination and a finishing move defeating Jules.

Then I sat down in my chair again, turned to Michael and said, "Want me to show you too? Maybe you can beat the boys, if I show my secret moves."

Michael laughed, "No thanks. It's probably better you just teach your tricks to the boys."

Jules stood beside me and asked politely, "Can you please show me your trick too?"

"Sure," I said and looked at the cute boy. Damn, he was beautiful.

I immediately felt guilty and looked over at Michael. But he just smiled at me.

"Ok, I said. "You have to press this button here, when you're attacked. And then you can use this here as a counter attack."

Jules quietly said, "Yes, I know that. I just forget it when we fight. But I don't know the special attack."

"Ok, start the next game, and I'll show you.".

Daryl started and chose Orton again, and let Jules have Mysterio.

I wasn't sure if it was too much, but I told Jules to stand in front of me. Then I reached around him, and placed my hands on top of his, so we could both reach the buttons.

I checked with Michael again, if I was out of bounds, but he was still just sitting there, smiling at me.

Jules certainly had no worries. He backed up a step and sat down on my leg. It was much better for both of us.I marveled at his slim fingers whenever I touched them.

Then I explained to him, how and when to unleash the famous 619.

When the right situation arose, I told him to do the combo, and he managed to pull it off perfectly and hit Orton smack in the face.

Jules was thrilled. "Wow!" he said. "Did you see that Daryl? Right in your face."

"Yeah, it was awesome," Daryl replied, a bit less enthusiastic.

I loved Jules lithe body on mine, but felt uncomfortable being so close to him, while Michael watched us. After all he knew how I felt about cute boys, and I had no doubt, that he understood I was attracted to Jules.

After that, I told the boys to practice against each other, and maybe later I could show them some more cool tricks.

But Jules decided to stay on my leg, and slowly he got more comfortable and soon leaned his gorgeous little light body into mine. I tried not to, but after a while I was holding my hand on his tummy and pressing him gently into my body. It felt so great, to hold him close and feel his skin.

After their game, I asked Michael if we should go downstairs again. Not that I wanted to let go of Jules hot body, but I really didn't want to go too far, and felt uneasy about the whole thing.

Chapter 6
The truth

Michael got us another set of beers, and we sat down outside again. I wanted to ask him, what this was all about, but didn't know how and I was afraid to ruin it all, so we just talked about sports and movies and harmless stuff.

Michael asked if I wanted to go see a movie with him one day, and I happily agreed. Anything was better than staying home alone.

But the peace and quiet didn't last long. Daryl came jumping down the stairs.

"Dad, we want to swim again! Can we?" Daryl asked.

"But your trunks are in the washer, remember?" Michael said.

"Oh never mind that," Daryl laughed. "I'll just jump in like this," and that he did.

Just at the same time as Jules arrived, a bit more safely down the stairs.

He went over to the pool, and hesitated.

Michael said "Yeah, sorry Jules, but the swimwear is in the washer. It's either nude or in your undies, if you wanna swim again."

"Just take them off!" Daryl shouted and splashed water at Jules.

It was evident, that Jules wasn't sure what to do.

He looked over at me. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't conjure a pair of cool speedos, and frankly, I hoped he'd hop in in the nude anyway. So I just smiled reassuringly at him.

He decided not to take them off, so jumped in wearing his cute undies.

But Daryl didn't think that was a good idea, so as soon as Jules was in the water, Daryl attempted to pull them down. They giggled and splashed for a few minutes, until Daryl of course won, and triumphantly stood up, showing off the very wet undies in his fist, and also coincidentally showing off his wonderful trim boy body and his perfect little dick. As much as I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Jules attacked him while he was standing up, and allowed me a brief glimpse of his lovely long dick, swinging around in the air, until both boys fell into the water, where the fighting continued.

I finally managed to focus on Michael again, and when I looked back a few minutes later, the boys had forgotten about Jules undies and were taking turns, looking at something under the water, while the undies were floating around abandoned in the pool.

"Boys?" Michael said. "Are you boys ok with lasagna tonight?"

"Yay!" Daryl yelled. "Sounds great, dad."

"Am I eating dinner here?" Jules asked.

"I dunno. I thought you were," Michael said.

"Can I?"

"Sure. But we better ask your mom."

Jules got up, and stood naked, looking bewildered and beautifully naked.

"No worries, Jules," Michael said. "I'll text her".

"Thanks," Jules said and dove in again.

A minute later, Michael informed the boys, that it was ok. Jules was eating with us, and we were having lasagna.

"But," he continued. "You guys are gonna set the table."

"Ok dad," Daryl said.

"Ok Michael," Jules said.

"Ok," I said.

Then we went inside, and Michael began preparing the lasagna.

I started setting the table, but Michael said, "Please don't."

"I'm trying to teach Daryl to help out around the house, just a little bit, so I'd prefer if he did it with Jules."

"Oh ok, of course," I said.

We chatted about old times, common friends and wild parties of the past, until a pleasant aroma of the warm lasagna spread in the kitchen.

Michael yelled for the boys to come set the table. He had to stop them from entering wet all over again, and told them to dry off first.

Daryl started, drying himself off quickly, then tossing the towel to Jules. He was slower to dry off, but on the other hand he was actually relatively dry, when he finally entered. I sat at the table and enjoyed the view of the two naked young boys, setting the table.

When they were done, Daryl got two sodas and two beers from the fridge and put on the table.

Jules stood next to me, looking like an angel.

I forgot myself, and let my hand rest on his back. As soon as I made contact, I realized, that I shouldn't have touched the naked boy.

But before I could apologize and lie about wiping off a drop of water, he turned halfway around and sat on my knee again.

Apparently he had taken it as an invitation to sit. And maybe it really had been just that.

Daryl ran upstairs looking for his Nintendo. He wanted to play some games, until the food was on the table.

When he got back down to us, Jules had settled back and leaned into me, like he had when we played XBox.

"Hey, why are you sitting on John's lap?" Daryl asked.

Jules didn't answer, so I jumped in.

"Probably because he wanted to. You're welcome too," I said and patted my other leg.

"Oh ok," Daryl said and hopped onto my other leg.

Worried I looked up at Michael, who was by the oven, trying to decide if the lasagna was ready soon or needed another 10 minutes.

But he just smiled his usual smile at me, though I – A known pedophile and boylover – was sitting with two naked boys in my lap, and one of them was his son.

But since he didn't seem to care, I tried to enjoy the situation.

"5 more minutes, then we eat," Michael declared, and continued cutting some greens for the salad.

"Ok," the boys mumbled, already absorbed in the Nintendo game Daryl was playing.

My hands were on the boys' smooth tummies. Resting gently there, sometimes absentmindedly stroking their smooth soft skin.

Sometimes I also put my hands on their chests and gently hugged them.

When I rested my head on one of their shoulders, I got a wonderful view down over their bodies. I got hard again.

My right hand slipped down from Jules' tummy, and almost grazed his dick before it landed on his thigh. I gently rubbed him up and down with my thumb.

Jules, probably unconsciously, spread his legs a little wider, and I moved my hand upwards and inside his thigh, so I was touching the delicate skin just an inch from his ball sack.

He looked up at my face, and I got worried that I had gone too far, so I returned my hand to his tummy and whispered 'sorry' in his ear, so only he could hear it.

He took my hand and put it back on his thigh. On its way down there, I did graze his very soft thin dick. Then he held his hand on top of mine, as I resumed caressing his inner thigh.

It was very sweet and loving, and we were both looking at Daryl playing a Mario game, while we held hands and cuddled.

I got a bit bolder, moved my hand an inch and was now gently rubbing the skin right next to his soft little sack, millimeters from touching it, every time I moved my finger up or down.

Jules spread his legs further apart. I assumed it was an invitation.

Just then Michael turned around with the hot lasagna in his hands, placed it on the table and announced that dinner was served.

Chapter 7
What's going on?

The boys ate nude.

I didn't protest.

The dinner was great fun, and the talk covered all kinds of subjects. Both boys were so lovable, and Michael was a great guy.

Though Daryl was the epitome of boyhood and very sexy in every way, I could feel that I was falling in love with Jules. What a stupid thing to do.

When dinner was over, the boys helped clean up. As soon as they were done, Jules came over and sat on me again.

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand landed in his crotch. I felt his amazing warm soft dick for a short second, before I quickly took my hand away.

"Can Jules sleep over?" Daryl asked, startling me so I almost jumped in my chair.

"He's welcome, but are you sure he wants to smell your farts all night?" Michael joked.

"Yes, I don't mind," Jules quickly replied.

"Well then. We better ask your mom, hadn't we?"

"Can you text her again?" Jules asked.

"Nah, I think you better go over there and talk with her. She haven't seen you all day."

"Ok," Jules said and got up. He looked around trying to figure out where his clothes were.

"Your undies are still in the pool, I think," Daryl said and laughed.

"Don't worry about that," Michael said. "Just put your shorts on, and don't tell anyone, you're going commando."

"Commando?" Daryl asked.

"Yes, that's when you don't wear undies under your pants," I explained.

"Oh," Jules said. Then he remembered that his clothes were outside, and went out and got dressed.

"Maybe you should get dressed too," Michael said to Daryl. "His mom might come over with him."

"Ok dad," Daryl agreed and joined Jules outside.

Soon it was settled. Jules arrived with his mom and a toothbrush, and after a kiss and the usual mom-speak, Jules was left with us again.

"Can John sleep over too?" Jules asked as soon as his mom left.

Michael laughed. "You sure do like John a lot, don't you Jules?"

Jules didn't answer, but turned slightly red in his face.

"Hey, that's ok. I like Jules a lot too," I said, coming to his rescue, grabbing him and giving him a hug.

Jules looked up at me and smiled.

"Yeah sure," Michael said. "If John wants to, he can sleep on the couch in the living room upstairs."

"Hmm…" I said. "How bad is the farting at night in this house?"

"It's terrible. Especially Daryl!" Jules laughed.

"Hey, I'm not farting that much," Daryl said, pretending to be hurt.

We all laughed a bit, and I happily accepted the invitation.

Michael ushered the boys upstairs to watch some kiddie TV.

When we were alone, I finally gathered up my courage and asked him.

"So, what is this about, Michael?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on. You know I love boys… A little bit too much. And suddenly I have two naked cute boys in my lap, and you don't even raise an eyebrow."

"Oh that," he said.

"Well, the things is…" he continued.

Uh oh, here it comes, I thought to myself.

"Ehm… It's a bit hard to explain…"

"Try," I said a bit harshly.

"Ok… It's true what I told you earlier. I was thinking about you, and how terrible your life must be, when I heard those things about you. Then I thought about my son. And to my surprise, it didn't make me furious, but kind of curious."

"Curious?" I asked.

"Well ok, maybe not only curious," Michael said and looked uncertain of himself.

"I don't get it," I said.

"I know… It's.. You see… I like men too, I think. I think I'm Bi. But you can't tell anyone, ok?" he said.

"Uh… Ok. Of course not. I can keep a secret, if anyone can."

"Yes, I suppose."

Silence.

"But, do you then mean that you… Like me, in that way?" I asked, suddenly also very uncomfortable.

"No. Well, ehm… It's complicated."

It sure was. I was completely lost.

I waited patiently for an explanation. I was relieved, that he wasn't attracted to me as such. I wasn't gay or bi. I only liked little boys, and it would have been awkward, if he had come on to me. And weird.

After a while, Michael let out a deep long sigh and said, "I thought about you with Daryl, and to my surprise and horror, it turned me on."

"What?" I said.

"You heard it."

I tried to digest what he said.

Then he continued. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not giving you green light to go ahead and fuck him."

"Of course not," I said.

Then I added, "But what then?"

"I don't know," Michael said. "I didn't plan for Jules to be here, but it's the same with him. I really like seeing you with him. I can tell how much you like those boys, and I enjoy watching you together. And, for some reason, when I can tell that you're… Ehm… lusting for them… Then it's really hot for me."

"Oh. I did wonder what you were thinking about, when you were smiling at us."

"Yeah well… Sometimes I'm thinking about… One of them sucking your dick. It turns me on like crazy."

We sat a while longer in silence, both wondering what this meant.

"Let's join the boys upstairs," Michael suggested.

"Ok… But, I'm not sure what you want from me. I don't plan to actually do anything. I've just spent the worst time of my life in prison, and getting out after is just about as terrible as the prison itself. I'm not going back there again."

"Hmm.. Yeah, I know. I have no idea what I want," Michael said and chuckled softly. "As long as the boy likes it, I think it's hot. Maybe not very smart, but hot. It's all up to you and the boys I suppose. Let's just see what happens, ok?"

"Ok, but in case you get uncomfortable with them sitting in my lap or something, please let me know, ok?"

"Yeah, if I get uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

"Ok, deal."

And then we went upstairs.

Chapter 8
Getting to know Jules

My mind was in overload. The possibilities. The prison. The ethics.

What was right and wrong. What did the boys want? How far could I go? How far should I go? Maybe I should go home?

I ached for Jules. But I didn't want to hurt him, in any way.

And Michael. So friendly. My only friend. I seriously needed a friend. He started this, but how far did he want it to go? Would he still be my friend if I went too far? Would he still be my friend, if I hadn't been attracted to the boys? What if I didn't want to anything at all, would he still be my friend?

I just couldn't get my mind around the situation. Too many variables.

When we got up to the living room, the boys both sat on the sofa. Michael settled at the far end beside Jules. The boys scooted around and made room for me between them. It seemed they both wanted to be next to me. Perfect.

They watched some silly cartoons. It would have been pretty boring, if it wasn't for the great company.

Michael got bored too, I could tell, because he started to talk about watching a movie.

The boys readily agreed, and soon discussed what to watch.

Michael cut through the discussion and said, that after 15 minutes of those cartoon shows they were watching, he would put on Netflix and we could choose a movie together. Meanwhile the boys should get ready for bed, while he prepared some snacks and drinks for the movie.

The boys getting ready for bed, consisted of taking off their clothes, and finding a blanket.

They weren't brushing yet, because of the snacks coming up.

Within 10 seconds, Daryl was back on the sofa next to me, wearing his cute blue KungFu Panda undies and a blanket over his back.

Jules stood and looked puzzled.

"What's up Jules?" I asked him.

"Where's my underwear?" he asked.

We all looked at each other and remembered at the same time. They were probably still in the pool.

"Oh, never mind," Michael said. "We'll get them out and dry them later."

Jules sat down beside me.

"You can borrow a pair of mine?" Daryl suggested.

Jules just shook his head.

He looked sad, so I put my arm around him. Maybe I'd have done that anyway, but now I had an excuse.

Daryl also noticed and tried to cheer him up. "Hey, it's not problem, Jules. They'll be dry tomorrow. Here I'll get you a blanket." Daryl got up and got another blanket for Jules, who smiled and put it around his shoulders.

I put my arm back around little Jules, and he willingly moved closer and snuggled up to me.

Daryl noticed and did the same, and I then had a cute boy under each arm.

Michael returned with the snacks and drinks, and switched on Netflix.

After some debate, they settled on a Disney movie, with some owls. Cartoon kids action movie kind of flix.

I didn't care much. I expected to have my attention elsewhere anyway.

When the movie started, the boys laid down and put their head in my lap. I had to spread my legs, so there was room for both their heads.

I put my hand under Jules blanket and found the hem of his shirt. Then I moved my hand under it and placed in on the warm skin of his tummy, and gently rubbed it.

It felt so smooth, warm and delicate. I felt really naughty, touching him so intimately. I knew it was all just innocent for him, but for me it was intensely erotic, and I felt my cock harden again.

Jules let out a contented sigh, and Michael looked down at my hand, and smiled to me. He seemed to appreciate it.

After 5 minutes, Jules was getting very warm under my hand and under the blanket. He took off his shirt, which gave me access to all of his warm thin white upper body.

I put my left hand on Daryl, and also slowly stroked his chest. He looked up at me and smiled.

I was in heaven, with a cute half naked boy under each of my hands.

While the boys were absorbed in the movie, I was busy looking and feeling up the boys. And Michael was busy looking at my hand on Jules.

I could see Michael adjusting his, no doubt, hard dick several times, and eventually he paused the movie and said, "I gotta go pee."

"Me too," Daryl said and jumped up.

"Well, I gotta do more than pee," Michael said. I'm sure the boys thought he needed to poop, but I wasn't so sure about that.

"Ok, I'll go first then," Daryl said.

"No, you don't," Michael said and grabbed Daryl, who was squealing, while Michael carried him to the toilet, over his shoulder.

That left my alone with Jules for a few minutes.

I pulled Jules up to me, so he was facing me, and then I gave him a big tight hug and a kiss on his cheek.

My heart was thumping as I waited for his reaction, to my first open signs of my love for him.

He looked surprised at me. "Why did you do that?" he asked.

"Ehm… Oh. I'm sorry, Jules," I said defensively. "It's just… Because I like you, and I felt like hugging you. I kinda forgot, that you probably didn't want a hug and a kiss."

Jules stared at me. "It's ok," he just said.

Then he put his arms around me and laid his head on my chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him again.

After a few seconds, Jules asked "You really like me?"

"Hell yeah," I said. "Can't you tell?"

"I guess," he said. "It's just… Daryl is so much cooler, stronger and quicker than me. Don't you like him more?"

I wasn't quite sure what to answer. I really did like Daryl too. Maybe as much as I liked Jules. But apart from liking Jules, he turned me on like crazy. More than anyone I had ever met. But I couldn't tell him that.

"You know, Jules… You're just as cool as Daryl. Maybe he's stronger and quicker, but he's also older. And you're more gentle and you're a very kind and loving boy. I just love boys like you very much."

"I am?" he said and looked puzzled.

"Yes Jules. And… Can you keep a secret? You must promise me, never to tell anyone I said this."

"Sure, I promise," he peeped eagerly.

"Apart from being a very sweet, kind, gentle, loving and smart boy… " I leaned in and whispered the rest, "you're also very very beautiful."

Jules giggled and looked happy.

"You're teasing," he said and slapped me.

"No, I'm not," I said. "I'll prove it."

"How?"

"Close your eyes."

He did.

I leaned forward again, and kissed his nose. His eyes opened, but I told him I wasn't finished yet.

Then I kissed his forehead. Then his cheek. Then his neck. I lingered a bit while I kissing his neck repeatedly.

His eyes were still closed, and he was struggling to keep his big smile from changing into a fit of giggles.

Then I kissed his lips very briefly.

His eyes opened and he looked surprised again.

"See?" I said. "Would I do that, if you were ugly?"

Jules giggles and hugged me.

"Remember, you promised never to tell, right?"

"Of course," Jules mumbled into my chest.

Then we heard the toilet flush. Daryl must have been done peeing. Our alone time would be over in a minute.

I kissed Jules again. Then said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot again. Or is it ok?"

He looked at me, but before he could answer, I kissed his lips one more time and said, "Oops, I forgot again."

He laughed a sweet cute laughter, then looked at me and said, "It's ok. I don't mind."

Daryl stomped like an elephant as he arrived and threw himself on the couch beside me, and said, "Dad'll be here in 2 minutes."

"OK," I said and put my arm around Daryl. "Do you guys like the movie so far?"

"Yeah, it's ok," Daryl said.

"Yes," Jules agreed.

"It was funny, when Ray farted in owl-class, wasn't it?" Daryl laughed.

"Yeah, it was almost like you," Jules laughed.

Michael soon returned and the movie resumed.

My hand slowly explored and caressed both boys, as they watched the rest of the movie.

My cock was constantly hard as I enjoyed the boys. I think Michael's was too.

When the movie was over, it was bedtime for the boys. They were very sleepy anyway, and after brushing, Michael tucked them in.

I waited in the kitchen, expecting a talk and a few more beers with Michael.

"The boys want you to come up and say goodnight to them too," Michael said, as he came down the stairs.

"Oh ok. That's sweet," I said and went up.

"Hey guys. Ready to catch some sweet dreams?" I asked.

"Yes," they both agreed.

"I bet you guys are gonna dream about cute little girls all night," I teased.

"Yuck!" Daryl said.

"Eewdr," Jules agreed quickly after hearing Daryl's reply.

"Oh right. You're not 8 yet. I forgot that little 6 and 7 year old boys, don't like girls"

"Hey, we're 9 and 10," Daryl said and laughed. "And we still don't like gross girls!"

I laughed.

"Ok ok… I was just teasing. I know you like cool things like Sports, Spiderman and Princesses."

The boys laughed.

"Want me to give you good night hugs?" I asked.

"Ok!" they both said.

It's amazing how fun boys are. I simply loved them.

I knelt and hugged Daryl, and whispered, "Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow."

He hugged me back and said, "Goodnight John. It's been really fun having you visit us."

Then I knelt beside Jules and hugged him. His sheet slipped off, and I could see that he was going to be sleeping naked. His undies were still in the pool.

I didn't mention it, just hugged him even tighter and whispered, "Sweet dreams, my lovely boy."

Then I left them to their boyish dreams.

Chapter 9
Night time fantasy

We went to bed a bit early too. I slept on the couch in the living room. My mind was full of half naked boys.

I hadn't slept for long, before Michael was next to me again, nudging me. "Are you awake?"

"No," I mumbled.

"It's Jules. He can't sleep. Would you mind talking with him? He asked for you."

That got my attention.

"Of course not. Just send him in."

"Hi Julian," I said, raised on my elbow, when I saw his small figure in the doorway.

"Hi," he said.

"Come on in," I said and motioned for him to come closer.

Jules was as cute as an angel boy. I knew he was all naked, under the sheet, that he had draped around him.

"What's up, Julian?" I asked as he stood next to me.

"I dunno," he mumbled.

"Come sit here," I said and patted the bed.

He sat down.

"Can't you sleep?" I asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

I put my hand on his back and stroked him gently.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm tired," he said.

"You want me to follow you back to your bed?" I asked.

He just shook his head.

"Well, what then?" I asked.

"I dunno," he said.

"Oh, come here my beautiful angel," I said and hugged him tight.

He put his head on my chest again. And then we just sat there, quietly.

"Julian?"

"Yes."

"Are you sleeping?"

"No."

"You want to lie down here for a bit?"

"Yes."

I laid down, and dragged him down to me, laying him on his back, and putting his head on my left arm, while I was facing him.

Then I kissed him gently on his cheek, and put my right hand under his sheets, stroking his chest and tummy.

I was hard again now. I removed the sheets from his upper body, moved closer to him so we were skin against skin when I hugged him.

My angel boy.

As I had expected, Jules was sound asleep in two minutes.

I stroked his body, and knew perfectly well, that I wasn't going to get any sleep while he was lying next to me, naked and asleep.

I couldn't help it, removing the sheets, and absorbing the beauty of his entire skinny body. But I didn't do anything more than that. Except for some more hugs and kisses, while pressing our naked bodies together.

Eventually I got up, and carried his naked angel body in my arms, into Daryl's bed, where I tucked him in and gave him one last kiss. This time on his lips.

Back in my bed, I still couldn't sleep. Jules had left my bed, but not my mind.

I was still rock hard, and figured that I wouldn't get any sleep until I had released some of my horniness.

I grabbed my cock, closed my eyes and let images of Jules, fill my mind.

He was here again. I kissed him, tenderly.

I reached between his legs and touched his almost supernaturally sexy penis. I made him hard by stroking him, while we kissed.

And then I dove down, and took his divine boyhood into my mouth.

I imagined how it would feel. The softness, the hardness. The taste. Maybe a hint of pee. The warmth of him, hard in my mouth. And the pleasure it would give him. I imagined him thrashing about in ecstasy as he had his first orgasm in my mouth.

And then I came, soiling up my whole body. Big strong spurts of warm cum, landing on my chest and stomach, while I could almost feel Jules in my mouth.

I got up again, to clean up. And then I could finally get some sleep.

Chapter 10
Morning

Next morning I was tired. But I still awoke earlier than the boys.

Me and Michael talked a bit while he was preparing breakfast.

"So, what happened with you and Jules yesterday?" Michael asked, with a kinky wink.

"Nothing much. He fell asleep after 2 minutes, and I carried him back in his bed," I answered, ignoring his bait.

"Yeah right. After you did what?" he prodded.

"Ok, I gave a few hugs and kissed him goodnight. On his lips," I said.

"You're boring for a pedo," Michael said.

"I guess I am."

"I thought you really liked him?"

"I do. A lot. Both of them really."

"Yeah, everybody loves Daryl. But you know that's not what I meant. Doesn't Jules make you seriously horny?"

I looked around. It was really scary to hear that said out loud.

With a low voice I answered, "I suppose he does. But I'm not going to harm him."

"Who's talking about harming him? Geez, you're a strange pedo."

"I guess," I said. I suppose it was disappointing to Michael, that nothing had happened.

"You know… " Michael continued. "I'm pretty sure Jules would love, if you got intimate with him. I can tell he loves it, when he's physical with you."

"Yes, I've noticed. But that's no reason to do something we'll both regret," I said, sounding more saint-like that I felt. Truth was, I was aching to do a lot more with him.

"Too bad. It really turned me on, leaving a nude Jules in your bed last night. And it would be so awesome, to see the two of you making out."

I didn't answer, but my cock heard what he said, and responded the only way it knew.

Suddenly I remembered Jules undies in the pool. I went and fished them out.

I squeezed as much water as I could out of them, and threw them in the dryer.

When breakfast was ready, I was sent up to get the boys.

Daryl woke up pretty quickly, and said, "Good morning, I'm hungry," before he went out to pee.

Jules had probably slept less, and was a bit harder to wake up.

Daryl returned, and helped me. He was rougher and just shook Jules shouting, "WAKEY WAKEY! BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Jules opened his eyes and looked at us.

"I'm tired," he said.

"Yeah, me too," I said and smiled to him.

Daryl, impatient as ever, jumped up and said, "I'm going downstairs. Hurry up, sleepyhead."

Jules wasn't in a hurry though, and when he didn't get up, I reached for him, picked up my angel boy and hugged him tight.

"Sleep well, my beauty?" I asked and kissed him.

"Yes," and hugged me.

The sheets fell off him, and we both looked down and at the same time noticed Jules very hard morning erection.

Without thinking I whispered, "Wow, it's beautiful."

And it was. It was even longer now, completely straight and nearly as slim as when soft. It must have been 4 inches [10 cm], and incredibly thin. It almost looked surreal. And extremely sexy. The proportions were so unlike any adult dick, and it was so hairless, smooth and pale that it was almost a translucent pink with a blue hue to it.

I stared.

"I'm sorry," Jules said embarrassed.

"No need to be," I said. "It's really beautiful. And nearly all boys and men get stiffies in the morning. Mine is hard too."

"Is it?"

"Yes, see," I said and pressed my pants into my crotch, so it stood out more clearly. It wasn't my morning erection though. This was all for my beautiful angel boy.

Jules giggled. "It's big."

"So is yours. But this is another of those secrets we don't tell, ok?"

"Ok," he said.

I stood him on the bed and grabbed the blanket and stared one more time at his amazing hard dick. "It's really hard, eh?" I couldn't help remarking.

"Yes," he said and looked at it, together with me.

I lost it there. I reached out, dragged it down a little and watched it jump back straight up. It had felt soft, warm and hard and silky.

Jules giggled.

I got scared. That had been a mistake. But whoa, it had felt good to touch it.

I wrapped the blanket around my angel, and we walked down to join the others.

At breakfast I said, that I better get going soon. I had nothing to do, but I didn't want to abuse their hospitality, and preferred to leave, while I was still welcome, and hope for an invitation for another day.

"Ok, you're welcome to stay until lunch, if you want, but I suppose you can't stay forever," Michael said.

"Michael?" Jules suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, Jules?"

"Can I sleep over again some day soon?"

"Sure Jules. Whenever your mom says it's ok, and we don't have other plans."

"Can John sleep over too, next time I'm here?"

Michael laughed.

Daryl said, "Geez Jules. Are you in love with him or something?"

I could see Jules face redden, but he kept his eyes on Michael, insisting on getting an answer.

"Of course, Jules. If he wants to, John is welcome too."

I felt I had to come to Jules rescue. "Come here Jules," I said.

I grabbed him, and proudly proclaimed, "I love you too Julian!" and then I hugged him. "And of course I will come, whenever you are here, and Michael invites me. Anything for you, my love!"

Daryl laughed, but before he could say something to further embarrass Jules, I grabbed him, and gave him a big hug too, while I said, "And I luuuuv you too, Daryl. And then I kissed his cheek, right in front of the other two guys".

Jules and Michael both laughed.

But if I had hoped to embarrass Daryl, it didn't work, because he just played along with the joke, hugged me back and said, "Ok, I love you too, Uncle John," with a big grin on his face.

Then the boys scurried off, but not until Jules had got his warm dry underwear on. He followed me to the dryer, and he smiled at me, as he let the sheet drop and pulled the warm undies up in place. My last glimpse of his long thin penis.

Before I left, Michael said, "Will you at least consider, making out with him next time? That would be really hot."

I laughed and promised I would think about it.

Then I prepared to return to my private hell hole.

My stay with Michael and the boys, had put some energy back into me, and showed me that my life wasn't necessarily over.

I was determined to improve my situation now, and decided to get the writing on my wall removed, and get out and try to find a job.

I had to have a life again. Life could still be good. I knew that now.

Months later Michael told me, what dirty tricks he had played, after I left. Later I also got Jules's version of it. It happened something like this:

Michael had called Jules's mom and arranged another sleep over on Wednesday. When he saw Jules outside, he opened the window and said, "Oh Jules? Can I have a word with you?"

"Sure," Jules said and came inside.

Daryl wasn't home, so they were all alone.

"Promise to keep this between us, Jules? Never tell anyone. Not even John, ok?"

Jules looked worried but said, "Ok".

"Well… It's about John," Michael said and hesitated.

"Ok," Jules said and looked worried.

"It's because… I know that he's… He's disappointed in you."

"Is he?" Jules looked surprised and sad.

"Yes… He had hoped you liked him."

"But, I DO!"

"Yes… But he hoped you liked him as much as he likes you."

"I DO!" Jules said obviously frustrated.

"Ok Jules. I know you like him. That's why I'm telling you this."

"Did he tell you all that?"

"Some of it. But I know. He had hoped you liked him, and that you would hug him and kiss him and touch him, the way he touched you. He was very sad, that you didn't like him as much as he likes you."

Jules looked like he was about to cry.

"Hey Jules. It's ok, John still likes you very much. Maybe next time he visits, you can can just show him more, that you like him, so he's not crying when he leaves."

"Did he cry?"

"Well, I didn't see it… But…"

"What should I do?" Jules asked desperately.

"Just do what he did. Show him that you like him. Remember how he touched you on your skin, and made you feel good and happy? And how he kissed you, even on the lips?"

Jules remembered very well, and had liked it tremendously. He nodded.

"Do the same to him, when you're alone or it's just you, me and John. Kiss him everywhere and caress his skin. Under his clothes or make him take them off."

"Will he like that?" Jules asked surprised.

"Yes, he will love it, and then he'll know that you like him too. Did you notice, how much he loved to look at you, when you had your clothes off?"

Jules hadn't really noticed, but nodded slowly anyway.

"The more of those things you do for him, the more he will know that you really like him. Hug him, kiss, touch his skin where he touched you, get your clothes off and his too. Have fun. Make it nice for the both of you. Then he will feel it and be happy again. You understand that?"

It made a lot of sense, because Jules had really felt loved when John had been here. He hadn't even thought about how John felt, just that it felt really good for himself. How selfish of him. He nodded again.

Jules thought about it and said, "But… What if I do something he doesn't like. Won't he be angry with me?"

"No no, he won't. He will love it. Just try a little bit at first, and then you'll see how much he likes it. Then you can do more, when you feel like it. But only do it, if you feel like it. Never do anything, you don't want to do, ok?"

"Ok" Jules said and looked thoughtful.

"Oh Jules?"

"Yes?"

"I spoke with your mom. You can sleep over again Wednesday, if you want. And I'll invite John too, if you want?"

"Really? YAY!" Jules said, jumped up and hugged Michael, the great schemer.

When I arrived Wednesday, I had no clue, what Michael and Jules had talked about.

~~OUTCAST THREE~~

Chapter 11
Back to reality

When I got home, I was full of energy and determined to change things.

First thing I did, was to find a store and buy some paint remover.

Then I went home, and in broad daylight, I went outside and started to clean off the paint, that was declaring me a pedopile scumbag.

It was pretty scary. I met a few neighbors, whom I used to have friendly chats with, but somehow they didn't notice me. They were busy looking at their phones or shoes, when they walked past me.

I didn't greet them either.

It was hard work, to get all the paint off, but after a couple of hours I was finally done.

I went back inside, and jerked off thinking about sweet Jules. There was room for Daryl in my fantasy too, but I wasn't kidding myself. I was crazy about Jules.

I felt good about myself. Somehow I had washed off some of my shame, along with that paint on the wall. Or maybe it was because I had actually confronted my neighbors.

Ah, maybe not confronted, but at least I hadn't hid from them.

A bit later, I called a mechanic about my car, and they agreed to come pick it up and fix it. It would be a bit expensive, but I had to get it fixed anyway.

And I wasn't going to park it anywhere near where I lived again.

I needed a job. And eventually I also wanted to move to a new place, where I could start a new life.

I looked in the paper, trying to decide what kind of job I should apply for. I decided not to be picky, and just call them all.

Most of the companies I called, sounded like they were annoyed, that I called them. A few didn't really know, because the guy handling hiring wasn't around when I called, but I finally made an appointment to show up the next day, to hear more about the job, and let them see who I was.

It was as a salesman in a big store selling electronic equipment. Not really my thing, but I'd take anything.

It felt good to do something.

But what now?

I played some computer games for a couple of hours. Then I got hungry and nuked a micro dinner.

It wasn't very good. They never were. But it was easy.

Then I sat in front of my TV and was bored.

My energy was gone. Or I had nowhere to direct it.

Slowly I became more depressed. What kind of life was this? I had absolutely no one in my life, except I could hope to get a new invitation from Michael. And I was so messed up, that if Michael – my only friend – called me, all I could think about, was if Jules was going to be there too.

I cried. Slowly quietly the tears ran down my cheeks, and dripped from my chin.

As the hours passed, darkness arrived and my frustration grew.

This wasn't a life. It was torture.

Suddenly I heard voices outside.

My first thought was that someone came to visit me. But only a few seconds later, I got scared and thought that a friendly visit might not be their purpose.

I turned off the light, and tried discreetly to peek out of the windows.

It was a group of young men, laughing.

I tried to hear what they were talking about, but though I could catch a word here and there, the greater meaning of their conversation escaped me.

And then I heard the spray can!

I got furious. And then scared.

I was powerless. I almost called the police, but I couldn't bear the thought of the police showing up, reading what the hooligans had written and then starting to insult me.

Instead I went to bed and cried again. I really just wanted to die.

Chapter 12
Waiting

Next morning I felt a little bit better. It was light outside again, and I had a job interview.

I showered and shaved. Then I went outside with my paint remover and cleaned up again, while I fantasized about boobytrapping my wall, so when they returned they would get a nasty surprise. That would teach them.

I tried to keep my mind busy with my traps and not read what I erased. I did see the word pedo and pervert, but the rest I managed to block out.

How could I set up a trap? Maybe triggers on the ground, could spray them with paint. An eye for an eye. Or maybe even acid spray.

I knew that I wasn't going to actually do it, but I liked the fantasy.

When I was done removing the writings, I took another shower and prepared for my meeting.

But when I showed up, the first thing the guy said was, "I'm sorry, we don't have an opening after all."

"What?" I said. "Why did you make me come here then?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I thought maybe we needed an extra guy, but turned out we didn't. And I didn't keep your number, so I couldn't call you back. I'm sorry."

"Ok, never mind," I said.

"But… You look like a capable guy, you can try in our other store. Want me to make a call and ask them?"

"Sure," I said. Finally some luck and a nice guy, though he had been a jerk a minute ago.

It turned out that they wanted to see me, and I should show up the next day.

I thanked the guy, who wasn't all jerk after all.

Then I went home, and prepared for another crappy day, alone with my boredom and fearing for the evening and night.

But then Michael called. My heart jumped.

"Hey, it's Michael."

"Yeah, Hi Michael."

"You wanna come over Wednesday? Jules is sleeping over again, and you're welcome to stay for the night too."

I was so happy I could hardly speak.

"Sure of course," I managed to say, in an almost normal voice.

"Great. The boys will be happy to hear that."

"What time do you want me to show up?" I asked.

"A couple of hours before dinner, maybe?" Michael suggested.

"Great, I'll be there."

"Ehm… Did you think about that thing?" Michael asked.

"What thing?"

"You know… You promised to think about… That thing."

I could hear the boys in the background. Finally it dawned on me. I had promised Michael to think about making out with Jules.

"Ohhh right. Well, I did think about it. A lot. And I probably will again. But that's it," I said and laughed.

"Aw, you're so boring," Michael said. "But we'll see about that. Maybe you'll surprise yourself."

"In your dreams."

"Yeah, definitely there," Michael said and laughed.

I did too. He was terrible. And my only friend.

Later that same day I picked up my car, and found a street a few blocks away, where I could park it, so it hopefully wouldn't be vandalized again.

But the next days were horrible and painful. Just waiting.

I hated my life, and the only highlights were when I closed my eyes and thought of Michael's sweet boys.

Every evening was full of dread. The young men returned and harassed me. They probably knew I was afraid to confront them. And everyday I cleaned up.

The guy at the store liked me, and promised to get back to me. He wanted to hire me, but it would be another week, before he needed me.

I tried to find things to do, but failed. It seemed I only lived for Wednesday.

And finally the day came.

Chapter 13
Sweet Jules and naughty Michael

When I arrived, I was disappointed to see that the boys weren't around. Michael said they were out playing.

I think Michael noticed my disappointment, because he quickly added, "Don't worry, Jules will soon be here. He's been checking in every 10 minutes through the day, to see if you have arrived."

I was flattered, though I knew Michael had his own motives.

We sat down and talked. Michael asked, how I had been.

I hesitated a little, but decided that I needed someone to talk with. Michael was the only one I had, and since he asked, I'd spill my guts.

I told him about my struggle with the local vandalizers and my loneliness. I couldn't help feeling sorry for myself.

When I told him about my life, it somehow sounded even more horrible, than I had thought. Tears flowed slowly down my face, while I shared my story.

I also told him that there was a light ahead, and I hoped to get a job next week. And maybe I could then afford to move away from there.

Michael was a really good listener. He asked the right questions, and it was obvious that he understood my situation and feelings, and sympathized with me.

Most importantly, he didn't judge me for loving boys.

It took more than the promised 10 minutes, before Jules showed up. But the reaction was worth the wait.

When he opened the door and saw me, he first acted cool, and just said, "Hi John."

Jules wore a simple thin yellow t shirt, and some small blue shorts, that showed off his cute slender white legs.

He seemed a bit unsure of himself.

I said "Hi Jules, I have missed you. Can I have a hug?" and opened my arms.

The most delightful smile spread all over his face as he ran into my arms and hugged me.

Damn, I had missed him.

Without further uncertainty or hesitation, he installed himself on my lap, leaned back into my body and rested his head on my chest.

I closed arms around him and hugged him from behind and let out a small contented sigh.

It felt so natural and wonderful. This was how it was supposed to be.

Michael smiled at us, and winked at Jules. I think he attempted to wink, so I didn't see it, but I did.

I found it a bit strange. I knew that Michael liked to see me and the boys close or intimate.

Winking at Jules like that, making him uncomfortable, by hinting that he liked me unusually much, seemed a stupid thing to do.

To help Jules ignore Michael, I assured him of my approval the way that felt most natural to me.

I leaned forward, hugged him tight and kissed his sweet soft cheek.

Jules froze for a few second, and I wondered if I had gone too far in showing my affection.

Suddenly Jules turned his head, looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth.

Not just a brief little peck. He held his lips on mine for a couple of seconds.

I was stunned.

It might have been his way of showing Michael, that he didn't care what Michael thought.

The feeling of his soft lips on mine, lingered and my heart fluttered in my chest.

It was my turn, not to know what to do now.

I wanted to return the affection. Let him know that I had liked it. Loved it. But I didn't want to go too far either.

After hesitating a little, I leaned in, pressed my cheek against his and whispered, "Thanks, Julian. That was a lovely kiss".

I meant it, but I felt a bit goofy saying the words.

Daryl entered shouting, "Hi John!" before the door was open enough for him to see me.

Daryl had a dark blue t shirt on, with a skull and some unreadable text. I was sure most boys would think it was a really cool shirt. He wore cut-off denim shorts, and the perfect legs protruding from them, were a nice light brown color with some strong looking yet smooth boy legs. Like everything else about him, they looked really great. The perfect boy.

"I knew it," he said. "When Jules didn't come back, I knew you were here, John."

"Ha ha yes, I am," I replied. "Well, do I get a hug?"

"Sure," he said and came right over to me.

With Jules still on my lap, I hugged Daryl tight. He was such a great boy too. If I hadn't been madly in love with Jules, I would be drooling all over Daryl.

"Wanna sit?" I asked him.

"Sure," Daryl said and plunged down, on my legs. The boys scrambled around a bit, until both were settled relatively comfortably, one on each leg.

Michael's smile threatened to split his head in two.

I put an arm around each boy, and rested my hands on their slim tummies. I was happy.

Always impatient Daryl asked, "So, what are we gonna do now?"

I was content doing nothing, apart from enjoying the closeness of my two wonderful boys, and feeling their small warm bodies against mine.

I think that Jules was content, just sitting here too.

And I think that Michael was also content, watching me, his pedophile boyloving friend, with two beautiful attractive boys in my lap.

But I suppose we had to do something.

Michael said, "Dinner will be ready in about two hours. Maybe you guys should go out and play, until then? Then after dinner we can play some games."

"What games?" Daryl asked.

"I thought maybe we could play Monopoly," Michael said.

"Never heard of that," Daryl said. "Have you, Jules?"

"No," Jules said and looked at Michael.

Michael explained, "It's an old game. But fun. You like it, John?"

"Yes sure," I said.

"Is it on the computer or for the Xbox?" Daryl wanted to know.

We laughed. The grown ups, I mean.

Daryl and Jules had no idea what was going on.

"No," Michael said. "It's neither. It's a board game. We sit around a table, roll a dice and move our cars around on a board."

Daryl and Jules didn't quite know if Michael was being serious. But eventually Daryl just said ok and shrugged.

Then he hopped off my leg, and said, "Come on, Jules. Let's go out and play with the others until dinner."

Jules almost started to say something, but Daryl continued, "You can sit on John all evening."

That shut Jules up, and he reluctantly got off my leg and followed Daryl.

I ached to reach out, grab him and hug him again, but pretended to be indifferent.

Then the boys were gone.

"Monopoly on the computer," Michael giggled.

"Well, I bet it exists," I said.

"I suppose so. But it's more fun the old way, don't you think?"

"Probably. Haven't tried it on computer, but yes I think I'd prefer the old fashioned way too."

"Nice kiss, you got, eh?" Michael said and laughed.

"Ehm… Yes. He surprised me."

"Not me," Michael said. "He really adores you. I think he has a bad case of puppy love for you.".

He looked around, though he knew we were alone, before he continued in a lower voice, "I'm sure he'd let you do anything you want. He'd suck your cock and let you cum in his mouth. Or let you fuck his sweet little bum. That boy would do anything for you."

I could feel my face redden. I had dreamed about such things all my life. But I wasn't going to get it. Ever. There was no way I would risk ruining Jules's life.

And my own. Just for some moments of lustful pleasure. But oh what pleasure.

But I could feel my dick suddenly grew very hard.

Finally I managed to say, "I'm not going to do those things to Jules. Or Daryl, or anyone else."

"Yeah, I know, I know. Most boring pedo in the world," Michael laughed. "But it's still fun, watching you with the boys."

"I bet you do" I replied.

A minute later Michael continued along the same path. He seemed to enjoy this topic, "John, what if, hypothetically, Jules asked if he could suck your cock?" I think Michael had a lot of fun, torturing me like this.

"Just try to imagine it. The boy is in love with you, and badly wants to suck you. Could you really deny him?"

I didn't want to have this discussion with Michael. But I had to say something.

"It'll never happen," was all I could say.

"Yes silly. That's why I said 'hypothetically'. You know what the word means."

Could I? Turn Jules down, I mean. Probably not. But I didn't want to admit that to Michael.

"It'll never happen and I don't want to think about it. I'm trying to be a normal person, ok?"

"Booooring," Michael said and laughed. "I think about it. I hope you'd let him. But ok, I'll stop now."

"Thanks," I said and felt my hard-on protest. It had voiced its opinion on the matter quite clearly.

Chapter 14
Feeling Jules

The boys burst through the door. Of course Daryl came in first.

"Dad, can we swim? Can the twins and Matt swim here too?" Daryl requested though he was almost out of breath.

It seemed their pool was popular this summer.

Jules came in behind him, and I could see the other boys outside the door. I couldn't see them very well, but I spotted a cute face out there.

"Yeah, sure," Michael said. But tell them to ask their parents first, and tell them to bring towels."

"YAY!" Daryl shouted, and ran back to the door to inform the rest of boys, who already had heard it. The boys ran off.

"Where are our speedos, dad?" Daryl asked.

"Upstairs in the closet."

Daryl and Jules took off their clothes. My eyes were glued to Jules's almost skinny body, as he lifted off his shirt.

Jules looked at me and smiled. Then he pulled down his shorts and undies at the same time, with only a tiny hint of shyness. It was almost as if he was flirting with me. Or maybe my imagination was on overload, from what Michael had said earlier.

Jules stepped out of his shorts, and stood facing me completely naked. I couldn't take my eyes off his wonderful slim smooth pale body.

There it was again. That long thin beautiful dick of his. I knew he was looking at me, but I couldn't help staring at it anyway. It was so incredibly erotic to me.

"I'll go get the speedos," Daryl said and sprinted up the stairs.

I'm not sure, if I opened my arms or in any way invited him, or if he took a step closer to me on his own first. But he got closer, I opened my arms and spread my legs a little, so he could sit, if he wanted.

He sat down and leaned back, just like he had earlier, except he was completely naked now. And I was completely hard.

I put my arms around him again, and let my left hand feel his chest, as I pressed his body into mine. My right hand landed on his right thigh, and I stroked the inside of it, like I had done last time I was here.

I felt like a criminal, taking bites of a forbidden fruit. I knew it was way beyond, what I was supposed to do, but at the same time it felt so good and right.

Jules looked up at me. Then he leaned forward a few inches and put both his arms behind his back, with the palms towards my body. He dropped one hand on my crotch then moved it to my right thigh, and left the other hand on my stomach, before he leaned back trapping his hands between our bodies. Then he wriggled his fingers slowly, caressing me, like I did to him. Slow gentle movements. Almost tickling me, but in a loving way.

My mind stopped working. It felt so good. My dick was so hard and suddenly my love for Jules was fully matched by my horniness. I wanted him so bad.

My right hand moved up his thigh a couple of inches, and I twisted my hand a little, so my index finger could rub his inner thigh all the way up to where his smooth ball sack was. I even let my finger gently caress the skin below his little sack and I briefly touched one of his little nuts, before I regained my senses, and moved my hand an inch away from his genitals.

I looked up and saw Michael staring at us. And at my hand on Jules crotch. That sobered me, and made me move my hand another few inches away from his genitals.

When I looked down again, I could see that his long dick was growing. It was beautiful. And scary.

Physical proof, that I had gone too far.

Then I felt Jules hand on my balls. He didn't rub or squeeze. He moved it again, so it was now lying on the lower part of my very hard dick and my balls.

This had gone too far. But it wasn't lovely Jules's fault. I had to control myself better.

I let his hand stay on my dick, and I looked at his now fully hard dick. Then I leaned forward, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

He turned his head and kissed me back. On my mouth again.

I didn't understand what was going on. Was he actually trying to seduce me? He wasn't old enough for this, yet he did all these things.

I felt another surge of lust, and almost reached for his hard dick. I wanted to jerk it for him, while I kissed his beautiful mouth. I wanted to love him.

But I didn't. And then a lot of things happened very quickly.

There was a loud knock on the door, at the same time as Daryl came stomping down the stairs, wearing his speedos and holding Jules's pair in his hand.

I could tell that Jules panicked as he quickly jerked his hands away from me, placed them on his stiffie to cover it and looked at me, with a pleading look, as if to say 'save me'.

Daryl jumped down the last steps of the stairs, threw the trunks at Jules and headed for the door, to open it.

"Wait, Daryl!" I said quickly. "Let Jules get dressed before you open the door."

"Why?" Daryl said without stopping. "It's just the boys."

I got up from my chair, carrying Jules and turned him away from the door, just as Daryl opened it.

Just in time. They could only see Jules backside, while Michael, on the other hand, stood right in front of Jules and had a clear view of Jules very hard stiffie, pointing straight up.

Jules quickly hopped in the speedos and adjusted his dick. It was still quite obvious that he had a hard-on though.

The boys poured in. The twins in shorts and t shirts, which they immediately took off, Matt already dressed in cute little yellow speedos.

No one seemed to notice Jules hard dick, and within a minute, all the boys were in the garden and the splashing commenced.

"Wow, that was HOT!" Michael said and looked at me.

It was. But it had been a mistake.

"Yes, I shouldn't have done that. It won't happen again," I said, feeling very guilty.

"What are you talking about?" Michael said. "He LOVED it! Didn't you notice?"

"Yes… It seemed so. That's why I got carried away. But it was wrong of me. It's far too dangerous."

"The only danger was of me cumming in my pants, when I saw the two of you," Michael laughed. "I swear you could have taken out your dick and made him jerk you off. He would have done it without doubt. He loved it ALL, John."

I didn't answer.

It seemed Michael was right. Everything I did, even when I had gone too far, was fully matched by Jules.

Chapter 15
Taking a break

For the next hour, the boys had fun splashing in the water. Michael and I sat out in the sun, and listened to their laughs and banter.

They held a wrestling tournament in the water, and I expected someone would end up crying, but it all went very well.

Matt was a big boy. Not chubby but he was just bigger than the others. For me he wasn't physically attractive, but he seemed to be a really nice boy.

The twins were hot. They weren't as handsome as Jules or Daryl, but both had pretty faces and nice slim bodies. And then there was that twin-thing. It somehow made them hotter, that there was two of them. They were called Tim and Tom. I couldn't tell them apart, but the boys seemed to know who was who.

Daryl, of course, won the tournament. Only Matt could match his strength, but Daryl was far quicker and more agile than Matt.

I think Jules lost all his fights. But for me he was still number one.

The twins had an epic fight, which ended in a draw. Almost predictable.

Dinner was getting closer, and the boys were finally getting tired of the splashing.

I went inside to get their towels. And soon we had 5 naked boys in the garden, drying off their smooth boy bodies.

Me and Michael shared some smiles, but otherwise didn't disturb the boys.

When we had approved each of the boys dryness, they were allowed inside, where most of the them had tossed their clothes, in their hurry to get in the water.

Of course Jules came over to me, to have his dryness approved. He was the last one, as he as usual had been slower and more thorough when he dried himself.

I knew he was dry, but that didn't stop me from a thorough inspection, while he smiled at me.

Daryl came storming out in the garden again, half dressed, asking if there was time for playing some ball outside, before dinner was ready.

"Ok, but you only got like 30 minutes," Michael said.

"Ok dad," he said. "Hurry up Jules, we are all ready to go. Almost."

"I'm tired," Jules answered. "You can play without me for 30 minutes."

"Aww come on Jules, it's more fun when you're there. And John will still be here, when we're done."

"No thanks, Daryl. I just want to relax a bit, ok?" Jules said.

It was the first time, I had seen him, not just blindly following Daryl's lead.

"Ok, Jules. See you soon," Daryl said with just a hint of disappointment in his voice.

He looked like the most erotic angel you can imagine. I wanted him so badly.

But I was also afraid of going too far again. I had to sort this out first.

While I could still muster some willpower, I said, "Jules, maybe you should go out and play with the other boys until dinner? I need to go to the toilet for a while. But I promise you, that I will hug and kiss you, so much all evening and night, that you'll get tired of me."

I don't know why I added the 'and night'. That wasn't very smart.

"I won't get tired of you," Jules said and smiled at me.

Naked beautiful boys smiling at me, are hard to resist.

"We'll see about that later, Jules," I said as I got up, kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom, while my heart screamed at me, to reach out and grab that lovely naked boy, who wanted to be with me.

A minute later I could hear him leave.

I didn't really need to go. Except that it was probably a good idea to jerk off, to reduce the chance of doing something incredibly stupid later.

So with images of Jules's, almost impossibly long, thin pale dick, with it's pattern of light blue veins and long tip of loose foreskin in my mind, I jerked off.

I imagined sucking on it. Feeling its hardness. I imagined Jules's pleasure, as he had his first orgasm. I imagined that his love for me, would grow endlessly, as I gave him the best feeling he had ever experienced.

And then I came in a huge squirt. I almost blacked out from the pleasure, but the images of Jules cumming, never left my mind.

After I had cum, I stayed in the bathroom, to try to think the situation through. I felt out of control around Jules, and needed to sort out how to handle this.

I had no doubts that Michael was right. Jules would let me do a lot of things. But that wasn't what occupied my mind. Jules seemed to have taken the initiative today. One thing was to control what I did, but turn him away? That would be nearly impossible.

So why had he done those things. Grabbed my cock, and kissed me on the lips?

Maybe Michael was right, that he was in love. I doubted it though. Even a boy in love, didn't do such things, unless he already had some experience, or was at least fantasizing about it.

That had to be it.

Jules had to be one of those boys, I've read about, who starts masturbating at an early age. He was plain horny, and had found out, that I liked whatever he did.

Maybe he also had a crush on me. Maybe not. But the way he acted, he had to be horny.

There simply was no other possible explanation, for him to kiss me and squeeze my hard cock.

So what did I do about it? Should I reject him, if I could. Which I doubted I would be able to, unless I went home.

Should I jerk him off? Suck his indecently erotic penis? My cock grew again at the thought of that.

Should I let him jerk me off? Where was his limit and what was mine?

It was impossible to decide. I didn't know what he wanted. And I didn't know if I could stop myself, as long as Jules wanted it.

If I had any sense in my head, I should leave and never see Jules again. That would be the only safe thing to do.

But I knew I couldn't do that. I was on the brink of suicide, when I was alone and had no one in my life. As a contrast, Jules was the love of my life, and Michael and Daryl, my only friends. Maybe the best friends I've ever had. I certainly appreciated their friendship more, than I had ever appreciated anyone's friendship before.

After several minutes without getting any closer to a plan, I decided to try my best to hold back. Let Jules take the initiative, and see how far he went.

Not much of a plan, but it was the best I could do.

Chapter 16
Family problems

I went back to the kitchen, and helped Michael with the dinner.

He, of course, again hinted at all the things, I could have done with Jules, after the other boys left. And again it made my dick hard to hear such things spoken out loud. Maybe I should have stayed in the bathroom and done a double jerk, because I was soon fully hard again.

When dinner was ready, I was sent out to fetch the boys.

I found them on a nearby field, playing baseball.

All the kids had taken off their shirts, in the warm afternoon sun. Some of them were visibly sweating. Especially Mark and Daryl. Jules's body seemed as dry as ever, and the twins didn't seem to sweat much either.

Daryl and Jules said goodbye to the other boys, and followed me back home.

Jules took my hand as we walked, and said, "I suck at baseball."

"I'm sure it's not that bad," I said politely.

"But it's true. I throw like a girl," Jules said.

I couldn't help giggling a little.

Daryl, who was no doubt the star, in any sports the boys played, was a good friend as always.

He said, "Yes, it's true. He does throw like a girl. But you run ok, Jules. And you're good at catching."

Jules looked grateful for the praise. After all it probably wasn't easy for a boy to admit, that he threw like a girl.

"If you want, I can teach you how to throw harder?" I suggested.

He thought about it for a second and replied, "Nah, no thanks. It's ok. I don't mind sucking at baseball."

He probably didn't believe, that he could learn it. I had my doubts too, to be honest.

He was beautiful, gentle, sweet, pretty, sexy, warm, soft and adorable. But he wasn't an athlete.

Dinner started with Daryl, proudly announcing that he had to fart. He went out in the garden, but close enough for us to hear, when he let loose a very loud foul wind.

It seemed to be chronic with him.

Dinner was fun as always when Daryl was around, and there were lots of laughs and funny remarks.

They were all such great people, and I really loved them all, each in their own way.

Jules was quickly done eating. He didn't eat much. And when I was done, he got up and sat down on me, while Michael and Daryl were still eating. I let him sit for a minute, before I lifted him under his arms, spread my legs and placed him on the chair between my legs, instead of on my thigh.

Then, entirely without thinking, I rested my hand on Jules's smooth thigh.

As soon as I touched his leg, Jules hand discreetly went behind his back, and landed right on my crotch.

Ok, I thought. There can be no doubt, that this seemingly innocent boy is horny.

My hand slid down to the inside of his thigh, and my finger snaked its way, up into the leg of his shorts, under the fabric of his underwear and felt the soft warm smooth skin around his balls.

He leaned back and relaxed. It seemed he loved it.

I wondered if he was hard again, and I couldn't stop my finger from probing upwards. I felt hairless skin at his pubic area. I loved the feeling there.

Until I touched his thin warm hard dick.

I felt his body tense, when I made contact with it. But only for a second. Then I felt his hand squeeze my cock.

He wanted this. He wanted me to touch his dick, and he wanted to touch mine. And probably a lot more.

With the last trace of doubt in my mind gone, I slowly lifted the fabric of his shorts upwards, and pulled it to the side. If Michael had looked under the table, he would have ejaculated instantly from the sight, of me exposing Jules beautiful long thin hard stiffie, straight out into the air.

Then I closed my thumb, index- and middle finger around his impossibly long dick.

It felt amazing.

Again he tensed up for a few seconds. Then he relaxed and started rubbing my cock.

I let out an audible groan, but quickly coughed to cover it up.

Then I started jerking Jules dick, slowly up and down, while we both tried to follow the conversation at the table.

After a couple of minutes, I could tell he was getting into it.

His dick got even harder and his body sometimes made small involuntary moves. I was sure I could make him cum in a few seconds if I wanted to.

But I didn't dare to make him cum, right the in middle of dinner in front of our two friends.

Not that Michael would mind of course.

Jules little hand squeezed my cock hard, then let go of it, and moved upwards. I could feel him fumbling with my zipper. But it was a hopeless mission for him to open it, in that position. I enjoyed the attempt though and the fluttering touches of his hand.

Soon he gave up and returned to rubbing and squeezing me through my pants.

Daryl asked, "Dad, can we have dessert?"

Michael said, "Ehm… We're gonna have some snacks later, and you know we've been talking about how much sugar you eat. Let's save it until, the movie ok?"

"Awww dad, come on. We've got guests and all, and we have that ice cream I love so much."

I don't think Jules was paying attention, and I didn't care much either, so it was just Michael and Daryl discussing.

Finally Michael said, "Ok Daryl, if you clean up after dinner, serve the ice and clean up again after dessert."

"Thanks dad," Daryl said with a big smile, and started to get up. He sure seemed to like that ice cream.

"Whoa, not yet. I'm not done here," Michael said.

"Then hurry up!" Daryl laughed. "The rest of us, have been done for an hour! Right Jules?"

"What?" Jules asked.

"I said, we were done eating about an hour ago, weren't we?"

Jules looked confused. "An hour?"

I stopped stroking his dick, and explained what they had been talking about, to my cute little not-so-innocent angel boy.

"Ahh, I see. Yes Michael. Stop eating now," he said with a big smile. Then he froze, and looked worried, about whether that had been rude.

"Ok ok boys. I'm almost done. You can start clearing the table, just let me finish what's on my plate at least."

"Yes!" Daryl said enthusiastically and got up.

I quickly pulled Jules shorts back in place, and let go of him, so he could get up and help Daryl.

I think Michael noticed the lump in Jules shorts, but of course he didn't say anything.

While the boys cleaned up and Daryl found some small bowls for the ice cream, me and Michael relaxed and waited, with our full bellies.

Michael said, that he wanted to serve out the portions, and soon we were eating again.

Except Daryl, he wolfed it down, and before long asked his dad for some more.

Michael said, "No, Daryl. You're not getting anymore. Be happy that I let you talk me into dessert at all."

"Awww man. Just a little bit?"

Michael refused and started to get visibly annoyed with Daryl.

"Daryl, stop it now. I said no."

Daryl sulked, while I finished my ice cream, and put my hand back where it belonged, in Jules crotch.

Soon I felt his hand on my cock again too.

It was a wonderful day.

This was the first time, I'd seen Daryl be anything but very polite. First he was acting like a spoiled brat, about not getting more ice cream. And when that didn't work, he resumed his complaining and begging.

Me and Jules were absorbed in the feelings we gave each other, so we didn't say much. Maybe that's why Daryl went on and on.

Eventually Michael had enough and said, "That's it Daryl. You stop right now, or there are no snacks for you later."

"Aw, but dad. If it was Jules or John, asking for more, I'm sure they would get it."

"Ok, John and Jules. Would you guys please go upstairs, if you're finished? Daryl can clean up, after I've had a talk with him. It'll be 10-15 minutes or so, then we'll join you up there, for a game of monopoly."

"Sure," I said, grabbed Jules as I got up from my chair, and threw his little light body over my shoulder.

I could feel his hard stiffie poking into my shoulder. I loved it.

Trying to lighten the mood I said, "Sorry Jules, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to give your skinny little butt, a sympathy spank, since Daryl is about to get his butt spanked by his daddy."

"No, I'm not," Daryl said, but couldn't help smiling, though he tried to keep his angry look at the same time. "Dad doesn't spank me."

I leaned down to his ear, as I passed him, with his squealing friend still over my shoulder, and whispered loud enough for them all to hear, "Shhh Daryl. Play along, or I don't get to spank this cute butt!"

They all laughed, and Daryl quickly changed his opinion. "Oh right… I'm sorry Jules, but dad's gonna spank me really hard, so it's only fair you get a spanking too."

Jules protested, "No no, please don't spank me," in between his giggles, all the way up the stairs, while I had my hand up his shorts again, and squeezed his warm wriggling left bun in my hand.

I felt his dick poking at my shoulder for every step I took.

10 minutes alone with the boy of my dreams. And he was horny.

I wasn't sure what was most urgent. Having a serious talk with Jules about all this, or taking care of his amazing wonderful beautiful hard long dick.

~~OUTCAST FOUR~~

Chapter 17
His first

I tossed Jules on the couch. Then I knelt beside him.

He rolled over on his back and looked up at me.

I knelt and put my hand on his chest and said, "Oh Julian, my beautiful boy. You make me so happy."

He looked shy, but smiled.

I leaned in to kiss him, and he met my face for a lovely soft kiss on the lips.

I lowered my hand to his crotch and grabbed his still hard dick.

"You want more of this?" I asked.

He seemed a bit embarrassed, but eventually gave a tiny nod.

I reached down and pulled his shirt up. Then I grabbed his shorts, and pulled them down around his ankles.

He just laid on his back and looked at me.

I wished I could burn the image of this scrawny, beautiful, pale, soft angel, with his long hard dick, into my mind forever. The sight was so erotic. I was overwhelmed with love for him. I had to please him. Give him the most wonderful feeling a human could have. I knew he was horny, and my highest wish at that moment, was to please him and make his body writhe in ecstasy.

I looked into his eyes and smiled, as my hand closed around his dick.

Then I leaned in, and kissed his chest. I started to jerk his dick. I kissed his nipples. Then his soft belly.

I jerked him harder, but still slowly.

I looked into his eyes again. He was starting to feel it, and had trouble keeping his eyes open and focused. I loved to watch his pleasure.

I leaned down, and kissed his belly button. Then I studied his amazing dick up close. It was so beautiful. The long thin extremely hard dick, simply radiated sex and lust. I had to taste it.

I leaned closer, and wrapped my lips around it. I heard Jules gasp, but was too focused on the sensation of his penis in my mouth to pay much attention to it.

I stopped stroking him, and instead moved my head down, engulfing his entire dick in my mouth.

I closed my lips around it's base, and let my tongue swirl around it inside my mouth. Then I began moving my head up and down. I loved the feel of it. So warm and silky. And so hard.

But the knowledge that I held his marvelous little wiener in my mouth, and gave him pleasure was the best thing of all.

I remembered Daryl and Michael might come up anytime now, so I put my hand back on his dick and stroked him hard and fast. I leaned over and kissed his sweet thin neck.

I sucked on his earlobe, and slowed my stroking. I could tell he was close to cumming.

I whispered into his ear, "Relax my love… And enjoy it."

Then I stuck out my tongue and gave him a slow wet lick, from his shoulder up to his ear. I loved the taste and the feel of his smooth delicate skin.

He was very close now.

"Cum for me," I whispered and licked his neck again. This time from under his ear to the middle of his throat. Then upwards to his chin and across to the skin below his other earlobe. I wanted to lick every inch of his body, but there wasn't time for that.

I increased the force of my grip and gave him that final push over the edge.

I straightened up and looked at his angelic face, as he began to orgasm.

His eyes opened wide, almost as if in surprise. I smiled at him. My god I loved that boy.

His dick jerked between my fingers and Jules let out a series of cute muffled gasps. "Uh.. Uh.. Uhh… ".

I continued to slowly jerk him, and alternate between admiring his dick and his face.

I wanted to make this moment last forever. Cherish it forever. I hoped it would never fade in my memory.

Jules leaned back and relaxed. I kissed his lips gently.

He let out a satisfied moan.

Then he opened his eyes and whispered to me, "What happened?"

"You came," I said, surprised by his question.

"Came? What do you mean?" Jules asked.

I was shocked. Didn't he know what it was to cum?

"You never felt this before?" I asked.

"No. What was it."

"Oh Jules!" I said, as my mind went blank. I attempted to think a 100 thoughts at the same time, failing at all of them.

I was really worried. I had been 100% sure, that the reason that he acted as he did, was because he was horny, and had jerked off thinking about this.

But I had been wrong.

Why had he then acted the way he had?

Now I had taken his 'virginity'. I had no right to do that.

Did this mean I would end up in prison again? Maybe I deserved it. I obviously couldn't be trusted around boys.

My mind was on overload. Filled with love, fear and regret. And yet, it had been so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. And it turned out to be wrong. I couldn't understand it.

I picked him up, wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

Too tight, because he whispered, "You're squeezing me too hard."

"I'm so sorry Jules," I said, and meant a lot of things.

I realized, that the worst I could do, was to make him feel bad about what we had done.

I let go of him, and asked, "Did you like it when you came, Jules?"

He thought about it for a few seconds.

Then he said, "Yes, it was a little bit scary, but when you said I should relax and enjoy it, I trusted you. Then it felt really good. But still a little scary."

"Oh, that's great. It was supposed to make you feel really, really good. I just didn't know it was your first time. But I'm very happy that you liked it so much."

"Yes, I did," he said. "It made you happy?"

"Yes my Jules. Very much. I want to make you feel special and good."

Then we heard Daryl's footsteps.

Jules quickly pulled up his shorts, and I sat down next to him.

I wished I had more time to talk with Jules. And to think in peace for a while. I needed to figure this out.

I had been so sure.

Chapter 18
Meeting mom

Daryl and Michael appeared with the game.

I could hardly think about the game, and just reacted without thinking, when they gave me a dice or talked to me. My mind was still unsuccessfully trying to process what had just happened.

We all sat on the floor around the coffee table. Jules sat next to me.

Michael explained the rules and some strategy to the boys, who appeared to understand the basics.

I didn't say much.

The boys didn't always know what was smart and stupid, so I made some mistakes on purpose, so they could win or at least have a chance of winning.

Jules was very lucky and got off to a good start.

Maybe I wasn't thinking, or maybe I made too many mistakes. Or maybe I was just unlucky. Whatever the reason, I was soon bankrupt. When I was out of the game, Jules moved his things to my place on the table, and sat down between my legs, so I could hold him while the game continued.

No one commented on it. They all seemed to have accepted, that Jules wanted to sit on me as much as possible.

I was relieved. What happened before, hadn't changed Jules feelings about being close to me. That was a good sign.

Then the door bell rang.

Daryl stormed down to open it, and after opening the door, he yelled, "Dad, it's Jules's mom."

Michael and Jules went downstairs. I followed slowly, a bit embarrassed to confront the mother of the boy I loved. And the boy I had just given his first orgasm.

Jules's mom was very pretty. I could see where he got his fragile beauty from. But it was only her appearance that was fragile, because she sounded confident and friendly when she spoke.

On my way down, I heard her tell Michael, that Jules had to be home by 11am tomorrow, as they were vising some relatives tomorrow.

Jules moaned, "Aww mom, it's so boring there. There are no kids to play with."

"I know honey," she replied. "But it's your family too."

Then she looked over at me. I felt my cheeks flush. How embarrassing.

"Hi, I'm John," I said and gave her my hand.

"Oh, you're THE John?" she asked and laughed.

"THE John?" I asked puzzled.

"Yes, according to Jules, you're a mix between, Superman, Gandhi and Brad Pitt. Maybe with a twist of Einstein too," she said.

I looked at my little lover, who mumbled, "mom!" and then stared at the floor.

"Shhh…" I replied. "Don't reveal all my secret identities."

We all laughed before I said, "Well, I'm flattered and I'm also very fond of Julian."

"He has been talking about you non-stop, since he met you. He begged me to call you and ask if he could come visit you, but I didn't know you and didn't want to intrude."

Having Jules visit me? Whoa. But then I thought about my neighbors. I'm sure they would call the cops, if they saw a boy visit my place.

"Oh," I said. "You… Or Jules are always welcome to call me. Any time, ok?. But visiting me probably isn't a good idea right now. I'm ehm… There's no one to play with at my place either, and I'm getting ready to move soon, so my place isn't really suited for visitors at the moment," I lied.

"Are you moving?" Jules asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Far away?" Jules asked and looked worried.

"No, actually I was hoping to move to this area, if I can find a good cheap place," I comforted him.

"Really?" Jules mom asked. "I think I might know a place. Some friends… Hmm… I'll talk to them before I can promise you anything, then I'll call you about it, if you want?"

"Yes, that would be great," I said. "And THEN you'll be very welcome to visit me, Jules. Whenever you want. You all will," I said and looked around, at my only friends.

"You shouldn't say, whenever you want to Jules," his mother said. "I'm sure he'll move in with you then."

What a splendid idea, I thought and smiled at my Jules.

"But until I move, you're welcome to call me whenever you want. Maybe we can go watch a movie together or play bowling or something," I suggested.

"Yes, mom. Can we? Please?" Jules said right away.

I had forgotten about Daryl, and immidiately felt guilty about it. I quickly added, "…And Daryl and Michael, you are of course also invited. As long as Daryl promises not to fart all the time".

"Hey, I don't fart that much," Daryl protested.

"Yes, you do," Jules and his mom both said and laughed.

Jules looked very happy, and I was pretty sure he would be begging his mom to call me, as soon as I went home.

Jules mom shook my hand, and we exchanged phone numbers. I assured her, that Jules were always welcome to call me for a chat, or whatever he wanted.

She said that she could see, why Jules was so infatuated with me. I wasn't sure if she was flirting with me, but I really liked her too.

After we said goodbye, we went back to our game.

Naturally I put my arms around Jules, and moved closer, so his back was against my chest.

My hands rested where they always seemed to end: On his tummy and his legs.

The game was close between all 3 of them, and they all were very absorbed in it.

It gave me time to think, and enjoy the closeness of Jules's warm body.

I still didn't understand how I could have been so wrong. Why had he done all those things, when he had no clue about sex? It made no sense.

But regardless of his reasons, it was more important to find out, what to do now.

I was confident, that the worst thing I could do, was to tell him that it was a mistake. That would make him think we had done something wrong, which might lead to a lot of other problems.

But my previous hopes for our intimate relationship had been abruptly aborted.

I would have to be extremely careful now, not to assume what he wanted. And not to push him into anything again.

I still would not reject him, when he touched or kissed me or made other advances, but I would not take the initiative again. That had been a mistake.

I felt a bit better, after having decided how to go on. Try to love him and make him feel good, but never again take the lead. It made sense.

It probably meant no more sex, but I was ok with that. I loved him, and he seemed to love me. That would have to be enough.

And then he took my hand from his thigh and placed it on his hard dick.

I rubbed him gently through his shorts, as I again tried to pay some attention to the game.

Michael was a little bit ahead, but made some pretty dumb trades. I suppose he was trying to let the boys win, like I had.

The game had lasted for nearly 40 minutes, and now Michael was on his way out of it, but Jules and Daryl were very equal.

Michael said, "Ok guys, I'm out soon as you can see. When I've lost, I think we should call it a tie between our two master businessmen."

Daryl said, "No way, I'm gonna win it."

"No, I am," Jules peeped in, a bit less confident.

"Ok, when I'm out, I'll check the time. If the game is not decided 5 minutes later, then it's a tie," Michael said.

Time seems to fly, when you're stroking a hard-boy-dick. Even if it's through his clothes.

Too soon Michael announced that the game was a tie.

"But I would have won, if we had played on," Daryl declared.

"No, you wouldn't," Jules said.

"Ok ok boys. It's a tie. I think you both would have won, ok?"

Both boy protested and laughed.

I let go of my little winner's dick and helped pack up the board game.

"John, can you teach us some more wrestling moves?" Daryl asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Ok boys. All three of you," Michael said and winked at me. "Movie time in one hour, so you have time to getting ready for bed and do your wrestling, before we start the movie, ok?"

"Yay, that's cool dad," Daryl said and started taking his clothes off.

I knew now, that getting ready for bed meant, that they should take off their clothes and get a blanket.

"Oh and Daryl, you come down and help me with carrying sodas and snacks for the movie, when I call for you, ok?"

"Sure dad. I promise."

Daryl was already in only his underwear, when Jules started taking off his shirt. Daryl was in a hurry as always.

"I'm gonna get the blankets," Daryl said and rushed out, while Jules shirt was halfway over his cute face.

I seized the moment, and reached for his shorts, while Jules was busy with the shirt.

I yanked them down and laughed, as his cotton briefs also got pulled down, and I was once again looking at his cute pecker.

Jules first tried to pull away, but once he realized it was far too late, he just giggled and shook his hips, causing his half hard dick to flop from side to side. His arms were still over his head. It looked so erotic. My blindfolded scrawny beauty, teasing me with his exposed little crotch.

"Don't you wanna kiss it?" he teased and made some rude movements with his pelvis.

I attacked his bared tummy, with raspberry kisses, while I cupped his dick and balls and placed the tip of my middle finger, right at his little, no doubt, virgin hole.

He wriggled and giggled, while I kissed, licked and raspberried his yummy tummy and groped at his package and pressed lightly at his tight anus.

He almost tumbled over, since his arms were trapped above his head, but I caught him and gently laid him on the couch.

Then I took his semi hard long dick in my mouth, and held it there, soaking it and tasting it, while he still giggled.

Finally he pulled his shirt all the way over his head. I think he had been able to do it any time he wanted, because it didn't look very tight.

I hugged and kissed my sweet Jules for a few seconds longer, until we heard Daryl coming back with the blankets.

Jules pulled up his undies, and I sat up straight next to him.

Jules now had a lovely stiffie showing in his cute briefs, but though I'm sure Daryl noticed it, he didn't comment on it.

While Daryl was busy setting up the XBox for the wrestling game, I sneaked up behind him and grabbed his perfect boy body from behind.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Teaching you some wrestling moves, like you asked," I said and turned his body upside down, holding him dangling by his ankles.

"Jules, GET HIM!" Daryl shouted and tried to get hold of my legs.

Jules looked a bit confused, but slowly got up from his chair.

"Attack him Jules. He can't take us both!" Daryl said with confidence.

"Well, sure I can," I said and lifted Daryl up a bit, so his head was over the couch. I wouldn't want to risk dropping him head first on the floor.

Jules circled behind me and grabbed me around my waist.

I lowered Daryl onto the couch, and let go of one of his legs, so I had one arm free to grab Jules.

I grabbed Jules around his chest and threw him onto the couch where Daryl was already hanging or laying.

Then I let go of Daryl, grabbed Jules and put him on top of Daryl.

"Oomph!" Daryl gasped when Jules landed on him.

Then I laid down on top of Jules, but not with all my weight.

Both boys protested, "Ouuuch, you're HEAVY!"

"Well, then… You guys give up? Then say I'm the greatest wrestler and you're a pair of girls," I demanded.

"No WAY!" Daryl screamed and fought bravely to get free of Jules's body.

Jules just giggled. Maybe because I was tickling him, while trying to get them to surrender.

Daryl managed to wriggle halfway free of Jules, and I let him get away.

I just laid down on top of Jules enjoying his body against mine.

Daryl then jumped on top of me, and I had to take some weight off Jules, by resting my body mainly on my knees and elbows so his slim body didn't get crushed, by me and Daryl.

"I got you now!" Daryl hollered.

"No you don't!" I said, and attempted to grab him. But Jules was holding my arms and clinging to me, while he was still giggling.

"We won, we won! Admit it," Daryl insisted.

"Arrrg… I'll offer you a draw. That's fair isn't it?" I suggested.

"No way!" Daryl laughed.

"No way!" Jules agreed.

"Ok ok, you won. But it's only because I was playing nice, and didn't use my secret moves."

Daryl climbed off me and asked, "What's your secret move?"

"THIS!" I said, and pressed him down besides Jules and laid my body on top of both boys.

They giggled and Daryl screamed, "You cheat. We had already won!"

"Oh ok. I suppose you're right," I said and let go of them.

They were all worked up now, and they tried to attack me again. But I fended them off, and insisted that the fighting was over for now.

Eventually they accepted it and settled for wrestling on the XBox.

Chapter 19
A big question

I showed them some more moves and combinations, and tried to teach them some tactics too. Some of the game modes, they didn't understand, so I explained it to them as well.

Jules came over and sat on my knee, while we played and practiced, but we were busy with the game, so neither of us had any hands free for groping.

When he was called Daryl shut down the XBox and went to help his dad.

Jules looked at me and said, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

My heart melted. I don't think he meant it as anything sexual, he just wanted to cuddle with me. I think.

"Will you bring this thing with you?" I said smiling, and pulled out his undies, so I could see his thin beautiful worm.

Jules smiled a bit shy and said, "Yes, if you bring this." Then he grabbed my semi hard dick and squeezed it.

I couldn't help moaning a little.

Then I sobered up a bit and let go of his underwear. "Of course you can sleep with me. And you don't need your lovely dick, if you just want to snuggle and sleep. You want to sneak in when Daryl's asleep?"

"Yes," Jules said.

I put my hand on his dick too, and asked, "You want me to do this, until they come up here?"

He didn't reply, but just spread his legs, and leaned his little body into mine.

I put my hand in his briefs, closed my fingers around his dick and slowly stroked it.

It got hard almost instantly, and I enjoyed looking at my hand stroking it.

"Can I see yours?" Jules whispered to me.

"Of course," I said and opened my pants.

I pulled down my boxers and let him see my hard cock for the first time.

Jules little hand reached out and he wrapped his fingers around my cock.

It was such a sweet and tender moment. And it felt better than anything I had experienced before, to watch my loved little boy's hand, wrap around my cock.

I smiled for myself and felt warm and happy.

"John?" Jules whispered.

"Yes, sweety?"

"Am I gay?" he asked quietly.

Oh my… What a question. And Daryl and Michael could return any minute.

"Jules my sweet boy," I stalled. "I don't think so. There's a long explanation and a very short answer for that question. We don't have time for the long explanation right now, but we'll talk about it later, ok? Then the short answer is – No, I don't think so. And I'll love you no matter what you are."

I could see he wasn't sure if he believed me. We needed that longer talk.

"It's just cause I like you so much. And I'm not strong like Daryl and I throw like a girl. Maybe I'm a gay."

I reached for his head, held him so he looked straight into my eyes.

Then I repeated, "Jules, I'll always love you, no matter what. But I honestly don't think you're gay, ok? I'll explain it to you later, when we have more time alone."

He seemed relieved. This time he almost believed me, I could see.

We really needed a talk. He had to know that it was ok to be gay, though it could be difficult sometimes. And he also had to accept, that he wouldn't know for sure if he would be gay, until he was much older.

At least, that's what I believed.

Chapter 20
Movie time

The movie was very boring for me, but just like the last time, it didn't matter because Jules snuggled up to me, and I felt his warm loving body against mine for the whole movie.

The boys had switched places this time, so Daryl was between me and Michael. And when Jules started laying across my legs, Daryl leaned up against his dad, and cuddled with him.

It was pretty cute to watch. I guess Michael liked to watch me and Jules too.

At some point during the movie, my hand found it's way under Jules blanket, and down into his underwear.

As he was hidden by my body, I didn't have to be as careful as the last time.

I mostly just held his dick, caressed his small ball sack, and felt his wonderful smooth sensual skin everywhere down there. I didn't wank him very much, just enjoyed the smooth soft warm feeling of his delicate skin.

A few times, Daryl had his head on his dad's thigh, and his cute feet nearly reached my legs. I put my hand under his blanket, and massaged his feet and toes. He seemed to like that, because when I stopped doing it, he stretched his legs and nudged me with his feet.

I happily obliged and continued massaging both boys. One on his feet and the other on his genitals.

A couple of times Jules's hand found its way to my crotch, but I wasn't comfortable with that, because Daryl might notice it. Jules probably knew or felt it, because he just felt me up for some seconds and took his hand away again.

One time he rested his head in my crotch, and laid his cheek right on top of my hard cock. He looked up at me and smiled, but then rearranged his position, so his head rested on my thigh instead.

After the movie, it was bedtime for the boys. They peed, brushed and went to bed.

Michael went to tuck them in and say goodnight, and returned and said, as I expected and hoped, that the boys also wanted me to tuck them in and say goodnight.

I went up to the boys and asked, "Is it true, that you told Michael, that you need me to kiss you goodnight 50 times each, before you can sleep?"

"Yes," Daryl said at exactly the same moment as Jules said "No."

Then we all laughed.

"Well, how about a compromise. 25 kisses each, ok?" I suggested.

"Ok," Jules said at the same time as Daryl said "Nah, I will be fine."

I laughed again. "Ok… You're tough negotiators. 20 for Jules and 5 for Daryl then… Is that acceptable?"

"Yes," they both said.

I kissed Jules first. 15 quick ones on his cheeks. Then I kissed Daryl five times on his cheeks.

And the last five for Jules, I wanted to make them special. I didn't care if Daryl saw it. He knew we liked each other.

I kissed Jules slowly on his mouth. All five kisses.

"You two really like each other a lot, don't you?" Daryl asked, without mock or accusation in his voice.

"Yes," I said. "We do."

Then I left them to sleep, and went down to talk a bit with Michael before we also went to bed.

Chapter 21
Sleeping with Jules

I wasn't sure if I should tell Michael about my adventure with Jules, but decided not to. At least for now.

We just talked about practical stuff, and for once, he didn't suggest that I had sex with Jules. Maybe he sensed he didn't have to. I'm not sure.

I talked a bit about moving closer to them, when I got that job, to test his reaction. He thought it was a splendid idea. He liked me visiting a lot he said.

I'm not sure if he liked me visiting, or if he just liked seeing me and Jules together.

We soon said goodnight and went to bed.

I couldn't sleep, and waited and hoped to have a visitor soon. But he didn't show up.

I was very disappointed, but suspected that he had either fallen asleep or changed his mind.

After an hour or so, I finally fell asleep.

I was awakened by Jules nudging me.

"Can I sleep here?" he whispered.

Drowsily I replied, "Of course, Julian. I thought you weren't coming."

"No I fell asleep. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I thought maybe you had changed your mind," I replied.

"Of course not," Jules said and climbed under my blanket and hugged me.

I hugged him back and loved the feeling of our nearly nude bodies pressed together.

I thought, now this is it. This is where I must remember to let him take the lead. Don't push him. Patience. And enjoy whatever happens.

I didn't need much patience though, because after a minute of hugging, Jules reached down to my boxers and put his hand inside. Then he found my dick and closed his hand around it.

I moaned. I just couldn't help it. It felt so good.

Jules whispered to me "Can you came too?"

I almost laughed.

"Yes, if you keep rubbing my dick, I will cum."

"Will that make you happy?" he asked.

"Yes, Jules. Very much. But it'll only make me happy, if I know that you do it, because you like it. Not because you think you have to do it."

"Ok," he said and continued.

I wasn't lying, I would soon cum, if he kept on stroking me. My mind and body had been overstimulated all day.

I laid back and enjoyed the sensations of the stimulation.

Jules tugged at my boxers, trying to pull them down. I lifted my hips, and pulled them down and then entirely off.

Jules then pulled the covers aside and looked at me. Then he resumed his stroking, while he stared at my body and my big hard cock. It looked so huge, compared to my sweet little Jules.

I had to stop him. I didn't want to cum so quick. And I also had to warn him about the huge shower of sperm, that I was certain I was going to produce.

I held his hand still and pulled him up to me, so I could kiss him and talk to him. I kissed his mouth.

Then I said, "When men cum like you did earlier, sperm comes out of their dick. You know what sperm is, Julian?"

"Yes. It makes babies, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but only if it comes inside a woman's pussy."

"Ok."

"I just thought I'd tell you, so you wouldn't be scared when it comes out my dick."

"Ok," he said and reached down for my dick again.

"Wait!" I said. "Can I make you feel good again first?"

"No," he said and smiled.

"Oh!" I said and felt disappointed. I had really hoped to give him another orgasm.

"It's my turn," he said. Then he dove down to my cock and took the tip into his mouth.

It almost blew my mind, to feel the wetness and see my beloved angel, take my hard cock in his sweet mouth.

He took another inch of it inside, and I could feel the wet warmth inside him.

I couldn't take it, and I didn't want to shoot in his unsuspecting mouth.

"Please, Jules… Stop it," I whimpered.

He stopped and looked up at me with a worried expression on his face.

"Did I do something wrong? I just tried to do like you did," he said and looked almost like he was going to cry.

"Oh no, no Jules," I said and pulled him up to me for a hug, a kiss and an explanation.

"It just felt so good I almost came right away. And if I did you would have gotten my sperm in your mouth."

"Is it dangerous?" he asked.

Oh my god, I loved that boy.

"No, no, Jules. But if you weren't prepared for it, maybe you would have been surprised and thought I peed in your mouth. Some people like to get sperm in their mouth, others don't. But I think the first time, you should be prepared for it."

"Ok, I'm prepared," my sweet angel said.

"It would make me so happy, Jules. But can we please wait a bit? I don't want to cum so fast. I want to enjoy this for a long time, ok?"

Jules smiled and nodded.

I pushed him on his back, and kissed his sexy chest. Then his tummy.

I grabbed his undies and pulled them down. His dick was hard already. Then I took his undies all the way off him.

I kissed his dick. And then I took it in my mouth and started sucking it. Slowly, steadily firmly. Building the pace.

I grabbed it with my hand and stroked it, while I licked his balls in his little sack.

He spread his pale thin legs.

I licked him below his sack, while I stroked him harder and faster.

This time, I wanted to have him in my mouth when he came.

I licked and licked. His entire package was wet with my saliva. The taste of him was so good, I had to reach down and squeeze my dick a couple of times.

Then I returned my attention to his pecker, which was now very hard.

I inserted it in my mouth again, and used my tongue to lick and coat its little head for a while. Then I sucked it as fast and hard as I could.

His hips began to thrust against me. It made it more difficult to suck him, as it often made him pop out of my mouth, when he moved his hips backwards for a thrust. But it was so cute, to feel him getting lost in his horniness.

When I could tell that he was almost there, I put a hand on his tummy, to stop his thrusts and sucked as fast as I could.

I felt his body tense and his hips lift from the mattress. And then he whined, "Uhhhhh uh uh uh!" as his sweet steel-hard penis began to dance in my mouth.

It was the most erotic feeling I had experienced, to share his orgasm as intimately as this.

I kept him in my mouth, until he relaxed and laid still. Then I climbed up to his face and kissed his cheek.

"I hope you liked it, my love," I said.

He just wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck.

After a minute of snuggling like this, he whispered, "Can I came you now?"

I decided not to correct him, because it sounded so sexy and cute.

"Yes please, my love," I said and felt my cock twitch at the thought of Jules's tiny wet mouth.

Jules grabbed it and stroked it a few times. Then he disappeared down there and I felt that warm wet sensation again.

He could only fit the head in his mouth. And then he used his hand to jerk the rest of my dick.

This time I didn't stop him. I had warned him, and I yearned to cum.

I don't think I lasted more than 20 seconds, before I knew it was going to happen.

I whispered "I'm cumming, Jules. Ughh…"

The pleasure was so intense, that I couldn't see. I think my body bent, as I shot out my first jet of hot sperm, into Jules's little wet mouth.

I felt something wet down there, and after the first spasm, I managed to focus my eyes, and saw that there was sperm everywhere. Somehow it had not stayed in his mouth, even though he seemed to still hold the head of my cock inside his mouth.

Then I shot my next load. This time I saw what happened. My sperm shot into his mouth with such force, that a good portion of it, bounced off his tongue or whatever it hit, and shot or dripped out of his mouth.

His angel eyes were closed, and I saw him swallow before my 3rd shot sprayed into his mouth. This time less came out and I saw him swallow again.

Maybe he was getting better at it, or maybe the amount of each squirt was getting smaller.

I watched the rest of my ejaculations disappear into his mouth, and saw him swallow each one with increasing difficulty. He seemed to struggle with it now, and for a moment I was afraid he would throw up.

Then it was over. He bravely kept my dickhead in his mouth as we both laid still. The aftermath was a wonderful sensation.

I relaxed, completely spent and filled with love for my sweet beautiful angel boy, who was now hugging me gently.

After a minute, I kissed him and said, "Oh thank you for that, Jules. That was the most wonderful thing I have ever tried. You were perfect."

"I'm glad you're happy," he said and smiled.

"Oh I am so happy, so happy," I said and meant it. "It was incredible that you could swallow all that sperm."

Jules beamed with pride. I think making me happy, was a very big thing for him.

We snuggled and cuddled until we fell asleep. Both happy and satisfied.

Chapter 22
Busted

I woke up, when the covers was abruptly pulled off me.

It was Daryl. I discovered that me and Jules, were both still nude, and I had a healthy morning wood, pressed up against Jules back.

I looked down at Jules, who also had a nice morning boner. He was half awake.

Daryl looked at us in disbelief.

"Did you guys have sex?" he asked.

I had no idea what to answer. It felt like we had just been busted. I suppose we indeed had just been. Caught with our hands in the cookie jar.

Should I lie? Or tell the truth?

Jules mumbled "Yes," with a pleased and proud smile.

"Wow!" Daryl said.

Jules reached behind his back, and held my hard dick, while Daryl stared.

"Did it feel good?" Daryl asked Jules.

"Yes," Jules said and smiled.

"Did he fuck you?"

"No. Did you?" Jules asked me.

"No," I laughed.

"What did you do then?" Daryl inquired.

"We sucked dicks and came," Jules said and sounded very pleased, that for once he was the expert and not Daryl.

I checked the time. It was only 6.38am. Daryl had awoken early and probably wondered where Jules was. It had been reckless of me, to let him stay in my bed all night.

Jules started jerking my cock, while Daryl watched.

"How did it feel to have your dick sucked, Jules?" he asked.

"Very good," Jules said.

"How was it to suck dick, then?"

"It was good too," Jules replied with a smile. Then he rolled over, bent down and sucked on my cock head again. Maybe to impress Daryl, maybe to please me, or maybe because he liked it. Or a combination of the three.

Daryl's eyes almost popped out.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I simply loved Jules mouth. Best feeling I had ever had.

I noticed Daryl, was touching his obvious hard on, while looking at Jules.

Then he whispered "John… Ehm… Would you suck mine too?"

I would love to, but I felt it would be cheating on my Jules.

"Jules?" I asked.

"Yes?" he said after he had taken my big cock out of his mouth. It covered his entire face in length.

"Is it ok with you, if I suck Daryl's dick?"

"Why do you ask me?"

"Well because… Ehm… I kinda love you. I thought maybe you might only want me to suck your dick.".

"Oh," he said, finally understanding. "It's like I'm your girlfriend?"

"No, Jules. My boyfriend, if you want to."

Jules smiled and looked very pleased. "Yes, I want that. But you can still suck Daryl. He's my best friend, and I don't mind.".

Great I thought, looking forward to sucking another sexy boy's dick.

But I also felt a hint of disappointment, that Jules didn't want me just for himself.

Kinda stupid, but that's how it was.

Then that was settled. I pulled down Daryl's undies, pulled him down to my face and took his hard little boner in my mouth. Jules resumed his gentle sucking and I could tell, that I wouldn't last long this time either.

I jerked Daryl fast and hard, hoping to make him cum before I came in Jules's mouth again.

But I failed, because it didn't take Jules very long to get me all worked up again.

It was just too mindblowingly hot, to feel the mouth of the boy I loved more than anything around my hard cock. And at the same time, feel the perfect dick of the perfect boy in my mouth.

And so I came again. I looked down at my Jules as I came.

This time I could focus, and I noticed that he didn't spill a drop. I felt that I came and came, but I knew there had to be less sperm than yesterday. But the orgasm was almost as powerful and long.

When I had regained my senses, I asked Daryl if he liked it so far.

"Hell yes. It felt great," he said enthusiastically.

"Well, the best is yet to come, Daryl," I said with a big smile.

Then I put both boys next to each other on the bed, and started jerking and sucking them both.

I was surprised to feel how hard Jules was. He was almost ready to cum, when I grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth. It pleased me a lot, because it meant that sucking my cock had made him extra horny. Perfect.

I jerked Daryl hard, while I sucked Jules a bit more slowly. Still, Jules was ready to cum sooner than Daryl.

Jules's skinny little body, seemed to struggle to contain those powerful feelings, and it twisted and jerked around as he began to cum and squeak his little noises of pleasure.

Daryl stared at him, and I enjoyed his dick's little dance in my mouth once again.

"Whoa," Daryl said. "Does it feel that good?"

Jules opened his eyes and smiled at Daryl. "Yes. Now it's your turn."

Then I jerked Daryl dick hard and fast, while I licked his balls. Soon I could tell that he was getting closer.

I took his little dickhead in my mouth, while I continued to jerk him with my fingers. Fast and hard.

His hips began to move, and then it happened.

He didn't make the same cute sounds that Jules did, but his dick danced the same dance in my mouth.

"I hope you liked it, Daryl," I said.

"It was awesome," he gasped.

I was so happy. I just hoped that the boys could keep this a secret.

Though we had to tell Michael. It would blow his mind.

What a surprise we had for him, when he awoke.

I persuaded Daryl to stay in the bed with us, and we all managed to get another hour of sleep, before the boy couldn't sleep anymore and woke me up.

We could hear Michael downstairs. He was probably up making coffee and preparing for breakfast.

Now would be the time to go down and tell him. And then we had to talk all 4 of us, to make sure, that everybody understood that this had to be kept secret.

I giggled to myself, at the thought of how Michael would react, when we told him. Or showed him.

I was too happy, to be scared. Though I knew how dangerous this was.

I suppose I was high on love.

The End