Chapter 1

In the fall of 1980, I was an 18yo college freshman. From when I first started being aware of it I can remember, I was attracted to other boys my own age. As I got older, my age of attraction didn't advance, so at 18, I found myself still strongly attracted to boys between 10-12yo. Thanks to a full scholarship and a generous living allowance from my parents, I was able to afford an off campus 1 bedroom. apartment within walking distance of the university.

Academics always came easily to me and since there was no financial necessity to work, I knew I would have a lot of free time on my hands. College activities and clubs were of absolutely no interest to me, so I needed to find something to occupy my weekends. After some thought, I decided to volunteer to be a big brother at the BB/BS organization.

In 1980, this was before all of the pedo hysteria and the process was fairly easy and straight forward. First I was to meet with the case worker and then if all went well, I was to meet with the case worker and the mother of the potential boy I was to be matched with. I had told the case worker that I would prefer to be matched with a boy between 10-12yo, race and religion of no concern. After my meeting with the case worker, 2 weeks had gone by when I receive a phone call. She told me that they had a potential match for me of a 10yo boy who was a recent immigrant from Iran. His mother, younger sister and he were able to escape to the U.S. from Iran when the Iranian revolution began in 1978.

Needless to say, I was excited and looking forward to meeting him. After my meeting with his mother, I received a phone call the next day from the case worker saying that everything was a go and we scheduled the next meeting where I would get to meet the boy and he would get to meet me.

His name was Farhad and when I first laid eyes on him my heart melted and my cock hardened to a stiffness that was painful. He was stunning. He stood about 4'6" [1.37 m] tall and about 55lbs [25kg]. Slim build with long legs. He had what resembled an early Beatles' type haircut with bangs, black hair, and the biggest black eyes I'd ever seen. I swear his eye lashes were an inch long. He had lightly tanned skin that looked as smooth as silk. At

our first meeting, he was wearing black dress pants, a white shirt and a red tie. I suspect his mother had dressed him for the occasion. He was quite shy at first, not wanting to come over and shake my outstretched hand, looking up at his mother for approval first but eventually he shook my hand and then sat down in the chair next to me.

All the while, the case worker was talking on and on about schedules and activities that the organization had planned for Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, of which I wanted no part of but I smiled and nodded along. Finally, she stopped talking and we agreed that the following Saturday, his mother would drop him off at my apartment before she went to work around noon and pick him up when she finished working around 9-10pm.

For the next few days, my mind was consumed with this beautiful boy. What were we going to do together? How was I going to control myself so as not to end up in jail. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off of him but at least I needed to do things at his pace and not rush.

Saturday finally came and his mother dropped him off right on time. He came into my apartment and started to slowly wander around, investigating everything while I was busy investigating him. He was wearing jeans that looked a size too small and a winter coat. I offered to hang his coat and at first he said no, but after a few minutes, he relaxed enough and took it off.

He was wearing a black long sleeved tee-shirt underneath. He kept wandering around, to the kitchen, opened the fridge and then closed it, into the bathroom and finally into my bedroom. I should say that 20 minutes prior to his arrival, I had masturbated a huge load, into an old towel that was on a chair next to my bed, trying to relieve my excitement before his

arrival. It didn't help much. I always wondered if he could smell it when he walked into my bedroom and if he even knew what that strange smell was.

Finally he sat down on the sofa and looked at me with a bewildered look and asked what we were going to do that day. Since I didn't have a car, we were going to be reliant on public transportation or walking. I suggested we go out for a walk and maybe go to McDonalds for lunch. He agreed and we were off.

We walked and walked looking at all of the shop windows and not talking too much. I asked him about Iran and he told me his father had left the family when he was 3 or 4 just after his little sister was born. His mother had been working for an American company in Iran and when the revolution broke out, she was able to come to the US, being sponsored by the company, and keep her job, now working in the U.S. We finally made it to McDonalds and ate our lunch. He told me McDonalds was his favorite food and would eat there every day if he could.

After we ate, we walked through the park and down to the river and walked along the river for a while. As we walked, he would pick up stones and try and skip them along the water. He never got them to skip but when he bent over to pick up the stones, he provided me with a peek of his underwear and an inch or two [2.5-5cm] of exposed lower back. He had on light blue undies which in 1980 weren't that common in the US, most of us were still wearing tighty-whities. They had a small waistband in a contrasting shade that I had never seen before. I suspected his undies had come from Iran and were not anything that was imported into the US. Today we would refer to them as bikini briefs but in those days in the US, not many American boys wore those. I was immediately turned on and kept telling him to try and get the stones to skip on the river so he would bend over more and more and I could get a close look at those sexy little undies.

It was starting to get dark and I suggested we start walking back. It took us about 40 minutes to walk back to my apartment. I made us some hot chocolate and we sat on the sofa. I put the TV on and flipped through the channels and settled for a football game that was on. I asked him about school and what were his favorite classes and he said that gym was his favorite class. When he said that, the light bulb went off in my head.

Now I knew how I could get closer to him, more touching, more feeling more intimate. It would all be under the guise of sport.

After an hour of watching football, he said he was hungry again, so I ordered a pizza. We ate the pizza and after a short time, his mother arrived to pick him up. We said goodbye with a handshake. The moment they left, I rushed into my bedroom, whipped out my cock and blew another load into that old towel thinking about those little light blue undies he had on. It was going to be a long week until next Saturday.

Chapter 2

Saturday did finally come but it was the longest week since I was 5 years old waiting for Christmas. When Farhad and I were together the last time, he said that gym was his favorite class at school and this spawned an idea in my horny head, wrestling. That was the path way to touching, feeling, hugging and all that wonderful stuff that we could do together without it seeming like anything more than just two males engaging in sport.

On the Thursday, I had done some shopping. First I went to the local department store, and bought a pair of boy's sweat pants in light grey. I really wasn't sure of his size so I went with S. I'd much rather they be a bit tight than a bit loose. Next I went to the local newsstand and picked up several wrestling magazines. I bought the ones that had the best photos, showing the biggest bulging high school and college boys in singlets, in all sorts of erotic holds. Crotch lifts, crotch to face, ass to face etc…When I got home, I dug out a few blankets from the closet and folded them up and placed them on the edge of the sofa and laid out the wresting magazines on the coffee table. I think now I was ready for my gorgeous little Iranian boy.

His mother dropped him off right on time at noon. He was wearing the exact same outfit as last week. Same jeans, a size too small, same waist length winter coat. I did wonder if he didn't have many clothes. Surely his mother could afford to buy him some new clothes. I was beginning to suspect that she wasn't too interested or maybe just too busy. I know he had that dress outfit he wore at our first meeting and this one. If that's all the clothes he had, I would have to take him shopping for some new clothes and of course he'd have to model everything for me once we got home, but that was a task for a later date.

Once inside my apartment, he immediately took off his coat and put it on the chair in the living room. He asked to use the bathroom and then walked down the hall and closed the door. I could hear the sound of him peeing, flushing and then he returned to the living room. I asked him what he wanted to do for the day and he said he thought it was too cold outside and could we just stay in and do something. I was delighted to hear that as it's just what I had in mind. I told him that since he told me that gym was his favorite class, maybe he'd like to try a sport that I did when I was in high school.

OK, so I lied, I never wrestled in high school but he wouldn't know that. I sat down on the sofa and asked him to come sit next to me so I could show him some magazines I had bought on the subject. He came over and sat down and moved in close so his left leg was touching my right leg. I felt an electric tingle go straight through my leg to my cock which was beginning to stir already. I placed one of the magazines between us and started to flip the pages. I stopped at one particular shot of two Twinkie looking high school boys, one on the mat face down and the other one pinning him down from behind while trying to get his hand under the bottom boy's thigh to flip him over.

The next photo was the bottom boy being lifted off the mat with the top boy's hand about 1 inch away from what appeared to be an obvious boner of the bottom boy. He stared at the pictures intensely but did not say anything. Finally I asked him if he would like to try some wrestling with me, just some practice moves and holds and then perhaps if he liked it, he could try out at school. He nodded his head in agreement.

I told him that I bought him some sweat pants to change into as wrestling in his jeans would be no good and we didn't want to get them all sweaty. I went into my bedroom and returned with the sweatpants still in the bag. I jokingly said happy birthday and handed them to him.

"It's not my birthday," he said.

"I know, it was a joke."

He giggled sweetly. I told him to put them on and he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door before I could even try to convince him that he should just change in the living room with a, "it's just us boys you know"

He came back out wearing the light grey sweatpants. I got the size right, pretty much a good fit, certainly not too loose but not overly tight either. He was still wearing that long sleeved black tee-shirt that he wore last week.

I said to him, "Ok, it's my turn to change."

I went into my room and quickly changed into some sweat pants and a white tee-shirt. I thought I should pee before we got started so went into the bathroom and shut the door.

On the sink, he had left his jeans and I just walked passed them and quickly peed. On my way back, I noticed something peeking out of those jeans and stopped to look. He had removed his undies and put them inside of the jeans. It was those same light blue undies I had seen last week at the river. I pulled them out of the jeans and gave them a close inspection. They were no branded bikini briefs, no labels of any kind and they looked well worn. There was a small hole in the seat as well. Ok so of course I held the crotch up to my nose and took a big whiff. My cock stood at full attention. The faint smell of boy pee and sweat was intoxicating.

I could have stayed in the bathroom all afternoon pumping load after load into those tiny undies but I quickly put them back into his jeans, forced my boner down and went back out to the living room. He was sitting on the sofa looking at the magazine we'd been looking at and was starring at the same picture of the bottom boy with the boner being lifted off the mat. I told him to grab the blankets off the sofa and spread them out on the floor while I moved the coffee table out of the way. It just occurred to me that my gorgeous Iranian boy was free balling in those new sweats I had bought for him. My cock started to stir again.

Once the blankets were laid out, I told him to get down on all fours. I bent down next to him, wrapped my right arm around his stomach and then told him to try and break free. He wiggled around and I kept my hold tight on him. I was obviously too strong for him so I eased up a bit and he got loose and then got up and jumped on my back, piggy back style. I grabbed him by his shoulders and hoisted him over my head and softly laid him down

on the floor and then straddled him and pinned his arms over his head.

He stared to struggle and giggle at the same time as I kept saying what are you going to do now, over and over. He stared bucking his hips, trying to throw me off of him. Finally I let him up and he quickly jumped up, pushed me down and jumped right on top of me but instead of straddling me like I did to him, he laid completely on top of me with his head resting on my chest and his crotch right on top of mine. I already had a boner from the moment we had started and now he was lying right on top of it. There was no way he couldn't notice that hard thing poking him in the hip. He was breathing heavily and stopped moving for a moment, just lying on top of me.

I was in heaven, breathing in the scent of his hair when he started to grind his hips into me, my hard cock was being ground against by this beautiful boy, 10 seconds more of this and I'd be blowing my load right there. I felt my cock starting to leak. I was glad I'd left my underwear on, otherwise there would have been a huge wet spot on the front of my sweat pants. I wanted to see if he was as hard as I was. I reluctantly pushed him off of me, put my

left arm under his knees and flipped him up so his little butt was straight up in the air.

I held him in that position while he giggled away and I placed my right hand on his butt, palming his left butt cheek while my thumb was pushing slightly into his crack. I was then able to spread his legs with my left hand and slid my right hand between his legs and in one slow continuous motion right up to his chest. On my slow ascent to his chest, I hit gold. There it was, about the size of my middle finger and just as hard. As I grazed my hand slowly across his little treasure, I looked up at his face and he gave me a smile, something like a cross between an approving look and slight embarrassment at the same time. I let him go and laid down next to him. I was hot and starting to sweat, so I sat up and quickly pulled off my tee-shirt and laid back down.

We both just laid there staring at the ceiling, both of us just catching our breath. He then rolled on his side towards me, throwing his left leg over mine and placing his head on my now bare chest. I put my left arm around his shoulder and we just laid there not saying a word. Finally he said, I like having you as my big brother. I said I liked having him as my little brother and placed a long kiss on the top of his head.

He then asked if he could have something to drink. I told him that he didn't have to ask and to think of my home as his home too and that he could just help himself. He got up off the floor and started to walk towards the kitchen. During our wresting, the draw sting of his new sweat pants had come untied and when he started to walk towards the kitchen they fell down right to his ankles.

He quickly bent over to grab them and I got a one second look at that beautiful ass and his little rosebud in the center. It was too much for me. I got up and practically ran into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, grabbed those little light blue undies out of his jeans, shoved them into my face, pulled out my hard, throbbing and leaking cock, and with a few strokes and inhales, sprayed the bathtub with my hot jizz.

I don't think I'd ever had an orgasm that powerful before. I had to catch my breath from it. I put my still hard cock back into my undies and sweatpants, replaced his little undies into his jeans and went into my bedroom to change out of my sweats. When I was stripped down to just my tighty-whities, I turned to see him standing in the doorway.

He was starring at my still hard cock bulging in my underwear. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing, just gave him a smile and grabbed my jeans and started to put them on. Finally he spoke saying he wished his mother would buy him those "American" style of underwear instead of making him wear those old ones she had brought from Iran. I told him that maybe when she came to pick him up, we could ask her if it would be alright for me to take him clothes shopping the following Saturday.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree with excitement. We went back into the living room and I made him some Mac and Cheese for dinner, then we watched TV for awhile before the front buzzer rang. I opened the door and his mother was there looking rather in a hurry. I asked her if she'd mind if the next Saturday I took Farhad clothes shopping. She indifferently said ok it's up to you and with that, she started to walk away motioning for Farhad to follow her.

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug goodbye. See you next Saturday I said. He smiled at me and I shut the door.

Chapter 3

I never knew too much about Farhad's family history as he said he didn't remember much of his father and his mother wasn't interested in developing any meaningful relationship with me so I never felt comfortable enough to inquire. I got the impression she just wanted to fob him off on someone as a sort of free babysitter. This certainly was fine by me.

Today was clothes shopping day and I probably was looking forward to this day as much if not more than Farhad was. She dropped him off right on time as usual and as soon as the door was shut, he wrapped himself around me and hugged me. He was pressed right against me and once again my cock started to swell.

I lifted him up and cupped my hands under his little butt, squeezing his butt cheeks while planting a kiss on his face cheek. While holding him like this, I told him how much I'd missed him and was so looking forward to us going shopping that day. He said he had missed me too and was thinking about me and going shopping all week. I let my right hand wander a bit to the bottom of his scrotum and up and down his crack.

I gave his butt a light smack, put him down and said let's go. I grabbed my coat and we were off. We caught the bus outside of my apartment and rode the 15 minutes to the mall. For about half of the bus ride, he was holding my hand while we sat together. Once at the mall, it was all I could do to keep up with him. He was running towards the main doors.

I told him to slow down but it didn't do any good, he was just too excited. We wondered around for a bit and ended up at J.C. Penney. I had in mind buying him 2 pairs of Levi jeans, 2 I-ZOD alligator shirts that were the height of fashion in 1980, and some new white "American style" underwear as he had requested. First we found the jeans. We picked out one black pair and one classic blue denim pair. I told him he would need to try them on first before we bought them. I pointed to the changing rooms and asked him if he wanted me to go in there with him.

He looked at me with an almost indignant look and said, "I can put on jean all by myself."

With that he was off to the changing room. I waited nearby. He came out wearing the black pair first.

They were a perfect fit. I got down on my knee and grabbed him by the waist, turning him around to check out the backside. His little butt fit so perfectly in those jeans; I could have shoved my face right in there. I grabbed one butt cheek and then the other pretending that this was the way one would check to see that they fit properly. It really was just a good excuse to feel up his little butt again. I then put my fingers into the waist and checked to make sure they weren't too tight, feeling the top of his undies in the process.

While doing this, I noticed again he was wearing the same light blue bikinis. This was bad if he actually did only have one pair of underwear to his name. It's no wonder he so desperately wanted to go shopping. I gave him a nod of approval and told him to try on the other pair next. He came out with those on and I did a quicker version of my feel around on his butt and waist and said ok, now let's go check out the shirts.

We found the shirts and we both decided on one green one and one yellow one. He tried on one and it was a good fit. Finally it was time to buy the underwear.

In 1980, there weren't the choices like there are now. No self respecting American boy would be caught dead in boxers. In those days, boxers were for Grandpa. The boxer craze wouldn't happen for another 10 years. The choice was basically tighty-whities, and some Jockey brand multicolored ones that came in a jar. Once we got to the underwear section, I asked him which kind he liked.

He said he wanted the same kind that I wore. Ok then fruit of the loom it is. In those days, fruit of the looms had a blue and yellow stripe on the waist band. Those were the ones he wanted. They came in a 3 pack so we grabbed 2 3 packs boys size S. I told him he'd have to try them on when we got home as they don't allow people to try on underwear in the store. We found the cashier, I paid and we started to walk out. On the way out, Farhad stopped at a rack containing flannel bathrobes.

He was looking at them and touching the material.

"Wow these are soft," he said.

I asked him if he'd like one and his big black eyes lit up. I said it might be a good idea to have one, especially this time of year when it's cold. I told him he could wear it around the apartment when we were just hanging out. He picked out the red flannel one and I had him try it on. It came down to just below the knee and seemed a good fit so we bought that as well.

We headed to McDonalds at the other end of the mall, had some lunch and walked outside to the bus stop and waited for the bus back home.

Once back at my apartment, I asked him to go try on his new underwear and I intended to change into my usual sweatpants and tee-shirt for lounging around. He went into the bathroom with his big bag full of new clothes and shut the door. I went into my bedroom and quickly changed. When I came out, he was still in the bathroom so I went out into the living room and sat down on the sofa. He finally came out wearing his new yellow alligator shirt, black Levi jeans and his new bathrobe.

I laughed and said, "I asked you to try on the underwear."

"I have them on," he said.

"Well let me see."

He looked at me with a shocked look and just stood there.

"What's the problem, it's only me. You know once you get to Jr. High School, you're not only going to have to change in front of all the boys in your gym class but you're going to have to get naked and shower with them as well. You should start to get used to at least being in your underwear around other guys, it's perfectly normal."

He thought about it for a couple of seconds and then unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down to his knees.

What a beautiful sight that was, his perfect legs, perfect skin and those perfectly fitting brand new white undies. I asked him to turn around and when I saw that shapely ass, I almost blew my load. Two perfectly encased boy butt cheeks, it was perfect. As long as I can remember, the most erotic touch for me was a boy's butt in cotton underwear.

I motioned for him to come closer and he covered his crotch and stepped over towards me. I turned him around and started rubbing my hands all over his butt, squeezing and checking the waistband, the leg openings, and of course a couple of fingers grazing up and down his crack. He started to giggle. I told him they were a perfect fit and we had done well with our shopping today.

I asked him if he liked his new clothes and he said they were the nicest clothes he'd ever had and thanked me.

"No problem," I said and stood up to give him a hug.

When I stood up, he stepped back and as his jeans were still down around his knees he lost his balance and fell over backwards. I started laughing and so did he.

Then he did something totally unexpected, he reached up and grabbed the leg of my sweatpants and pulled them straight down. He got them down as far as my mid thighs before I grabbed them.

"Ok, so you want to play eh?" I said, and with that I grabbed the legs of his jeans and yanked them straight off. I pulled my sweat pants up and we started to wrestle. So he's wearing his new alligator shirt, the flannel bathrobe and underwear. After some wrestling around, I grabbed him by the ankles and held him upside down, his little bulge was pressed right up against my stomach and it was hard as a nail.

In this position, he again yanked at my sweatpants and pulled them down. Now he's looking straight up at my balls and hard cock in my underwear from underneath. He didn't say a word, just kept staring. I let him look for a second or two and then let him down gently and said that I thought his outfit looked very comfortable and I think I'll get my bathrobe on as well.

I took my sweatpants off and walked into my bedroom and grabbed my robe and put it on. When I came back he had not put his jeans back on but just tied up his robe. This was good.

"Why don't you fold up your new jeans and put them back into the bag?"

He said ok and went into the bathroom and brought the bag out and folded up his jeans and put them in.

I asked him what he had done with his old clothes. He said they're in the bag too but he threw away his old underwear. I asked him where he threw them and he said in the little waste basket in the bathroom. I said that was ok but I'd probably use them as a rag or something. Haha..If he only knew what sort of rag I had in mind.

We sat on the sofa and I put the TV on. I can't for the life of me remember what would have been on TV in those days but it didn't matter. As we watched whatever it was that was on, he said he was cold. I told him to get a blanket out of the closet. He came back and I took the blanket and threw it over myself and laid back on the sofa. I lifted it up and motioned for him to sit with me. He climbed on to the sofa and between my legs.

I put my knees up and his lower back was pressed right up against my balls. I pulled the blanket over both of us and I wrapped my arms around his stomach and we sat like that watching the TV. As time passed, he slipped lower on the sofa and I realized that he had fallen asleep. His head was now resting on my stomach and his upper back was pressed against my cock and balls.

I had my cock pushed to the left and it was still hard as a rock. I really should take advantage of this situation I thought. This is just too good to pass up and by now he was lightly snoring. It would be a good test to see how heavy a sleeper he was.

I moved around a little bit just to see if that would wake him but it didn't. I moved his head slightly so that it rested on my right thigh while my hands were still on his chest and stomach. Little by little I moved the bathrobe out of the way and moved my hands under his shirt so I could feel bare skin. I slowly rubbed my right hand around on his bare stomach just to the top of his new fruit of the loom undies. My heart was racing and my cock was leaking and uncomfortably hard.

I was wondering if I could get away with jerking a load off right there. I could just blow into my underwear and left hand and then ease my way out from under him and go wash up and get a new pair, hopefully without ever waking him up. I knew for sure it wouldn't take but a few good strokes and I'd be done as my cock felt like it was going to explode at any minute.

After a few moments of stillness and contemplation, I couldn't hold back any more. I reached with my left hand into my underwear and with his head now on my right thigh, I slowly started to rub the front of my cock, up and down the vein with just my fore, middle finger and thumb.

His little mouth was just inches from my hard cock, only covered by my underwear. At the same time, my right hand which was now at the top of Farhad's waistband moved just an inch at a time lower. I had to sit up slightly to reach any lower. I still could hear his light snoring and that was my green light to continue. Suddenly, I hit a `road block" There it was, sticking up and hard, the head of his beautiful boy cock.

At first I ever so lightly rubbed the head with just my right index finger, slowly in a slight circular motion. As I did, his boy cock twitched. I moved just slightly lower and now with 2 fingers was gently and ever so slightly rubbing his shaft which I guessed to be about 3 inches long and thin as my middle finger. I kept my fingers there not moving them much while my left hand was buried in my own undies rubbing my fingers up and down. That was it, I could feel I was about to explode.

I pushed on his shaft a bit harder and moved my left hand up to catch the rush of jizz as best I could. My cock pumped 5 times and my left hand was full of cum. I just laid there for a second and then slowly took my fingers off of his boy cock and eased my way out from under him.

I held his head with my right hand and eased the cushion I had been laying on under his head and then pulling the blanket up over him. He never stirred at all and kept right on lightly snoring. I made a rush to the bathroom, stripped off my undies, used them to mop up my left hand and then washed my hands.

While washing my hands, I noticed his discarded light blue Iranian undies in the waste basket next to the sink. I grabbed those, went into my bedroom and put them in the drawer in my night table next to my bed. I would deal with those later. I quickly put on a fresh pair of underwear, tied my bathrobe closed and went back to the living room. He was still sound asleep. It's amazing boys at that age could sleep through a hurricane. It was a couple of hours before his mother was due to pick him up so I just let him sleep and went into my room and laid down on my bed thinking about what had just happened. I took a cat nap and woke up 15 minutes before his mother was expected to arrive. He was still sound asleep.

I hated to do it but I woke him up which wasn't an easy task and told him he needed to get up and get dressed and that it was almost time to go. He slowly got out from under the blanket and I noticed his boy cock was still hard and tenting the front of his new undies. He grabbed his new jeans out of the shopping bag and pulled them on and took off his bathrobe, folded it up and put it in the bag with all his other clothes.

I asked him if he had had a good time today and he smiled and said very good. I reached out to give him a hug and he came right over. We hugged for what seemed like 10 minutes, my hands rubbing up and down his back and a couple of quick butt rubs. My nose was buried into the nape of his neck and I gave him light kisses on the neck and one on the cheek and with that, the buzzer rang. We went to the door and again his mother was in a hurry and made no mention of the new clothes he was wearing, just looked at me and then motioned for him to go with her.

"See you next Saturday," I said.

He turned and smiled. I shut the door and thought about what I was going to do with those old discarded blue undies.

Chapter 4

I received a phone call on the Monday, following Farhad's last visit. It was from the BB/BS case worker whose name was Margie. At first I thought, oh shit, busted. Maybe he was awake while I jerked off with his little face only inches away from my cock, but then quickly realized if I were busted, the police would be coming through the door and not the case worker calling on the phone. Actually she wanted to tell me that part of their process is that the Big Brother goes and sees the little brother at his home for a short time to get an idea of his home life and just a sort of "get to know the family better" type thing.

Since she knew I didn't have a car and Farhad lived about 15 miles away from me, she would come pick me up on Saturday morning, take me to where he lived and then bring us both back to my apartment and his mother would pick him up at the usual time on Saturday night.

Saturday morning came and Margie picked me up at 10am. We drove to Farhad's apartment complex. On the ride she asked how things were going and if I was getting along with him. I said he was great, polite and a lot of fun to be with and I felt lucky to be with such a nice boy. She seemed pleased with my response and said that Farhad thought the world of me and when she spoke to him on the phone, he couldn't stop talking about the new clothes I had bought for him.

She politely said not to buy him too much, not to spoil him but that she was sure anything I did buy him would be appreciated. We arrived at Farhad's apartment complex which looked like a nicer version of public housing than one sometimes finds in the suburban areas. She did mention that it was subsidized housing but it was one of the better/safer ones around. I was glad to hear that. We got out of the car, and walked to his unit and rang the bell. A tiny little girl answered the door, she appeared to be about 5 or 6 years old.

She giggled at us, flung open the door and ran away, leaving us standing there. Margie walked in first and I followed. Farhad was just coming out of the bathroom and his mother was in her bedroom with the door closed. He was wearing his new blue denim Levis and the green alligator shirt we had bought at the mall last week. He looked good enough to eat. When he saw me, he rushed over and jumped up at me and I caught him in a big hug. I was careful as I was being watched not to knead his little buns like bread dough as I usually did.

I put him down and told him I was glad to see him and asked him how his week at school was. He said fine and that he was ready to go. I asked him where his room was and a sad look came over his face and he pointed to the sofa. At that point, Margie said, it's only a 2 bedroom. apartment and his sister has the other bedroom.

I was a bit stunned by this but now things started to make sense as far as his mother's seeming indifference to him. The little girl gets her own room and he gets the sofa in the living room. You'd think bunk beds would be a fairer arrangement but, not my business I guess.

His mother finally came out of her bedroom and gave Margie and I a half smile. She said that she needed to get going to work and told the little girl to get her coat. Did she take the little girl to work with her? I just felt even sorrier for Farhad, the more I saw of his life and his mother. I said nothing and just waited for Margie to speak. Finally she said, well I guess we can go now. She asked Farhad if he was ready and he quickly pulled his coat out of the hall closet, put it on and was ready.

We said goodbye to Farhad's mother and his little sister and left. On the ride back to my apartment, no one said much of anything. Had I been alone with Margie, I would have expressed my sadness about Farhad not having a room of his own but it would not have been appropriate to have that conversation in front of him.

Margie dropped us off in front of my apartment and she drove off. We went into the lobby, up the elevator and into my apartment. The moment we were inside, Farhad jumped on my back, piggy back style and was trying to knock me down onto the floor. I gave in and went down. I got him off my back and while still on my knees, said, now I can give you a proper hug, and with that wrapped my arms around him. One arm was around his mid back while the other one went straight to his little butt. He threw his arms over my shoulders and squeezed me tight. God did this feel good.

My cock was rising fast and I hadn't even got my coat off yet. I pushed my nose into his neck and gave it a slight lick with my tongue; he giggled and asked if I just had licked him. I said, yeah because I wanted to see if he tasted as sweet as he looked. He did indeed. This hug went on for what seemed like hours, him not wanting to let go of me and me certainly not wanting to let go of him.

Now both of my hands were on that little ass, fingers gently probing his crack and down his thighs. Finally he broke off the hug and asked what we were going to do for the day. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said make cookies. Make cookies? You mean like bake cookies from scratch? I must admit that was probably the last thing I would have ever guessed he would say.

I asked him where he came up with that idea and he said he saw some cooking show on TV where they made chocolate chip cookies and he knew how to make them now.

Conveniently enough, I had everything we would need to make them save for the chocolate chips. I said to him, we need the chips so let's go get those at the corner store. We went to the store, got the chips and proceeded to make cookies. I had no idea as to the proportions so we just guessed. Once the dough looked right, I told him to get his hands in the bowl and just start mixing it until everything was combined.

I stood behind him and supervised. My crotch was just at his shoulder blades and as he was busy mixing the dough; I gently pushed my crotch and quickly hardening cock into his shoulders. I wasn't too obvious about it though, just did a little then stopped, repeat, while he mixed the dough. Finally it looked right and we made golf ball sized dough balls, placed them on cookie sheets and into the oven.

While the cookies were baking, I ordered pizza. The pizza arrived and we ate. In the end we had about 50 cookies. Once we were full of pizza and cookies, we took to the sofa to watch TV.

Some old western movie was on and both of us fell asleep. I was startled by the phone ringing, and the fact that it was already dark outside. I jumped up and answered, it was Farhad's mother.

She was very apologetic in her tone and asked if he could possibly spend the night and she would pick him up in the morning. She said her car had broken down on the way to work and it had to be towed to the shop and wouldn't be ready until tomorrow, so she had no way to pick him up tonight. My cock sprang to attention and lusty thoughts filled my brain. I'm going to have this beautiful little Iranian boy all to myself, all night.

I said to her it would be no problem and she thanked me repeatedly and hung up. Farhad was still sleeping on the sofa and I went over to him, sat down and planted a gentle kiss right on his lips. I went into my bedroom and quickly changed into my sweats and a white tee-shirt, came back to my sleeping boy on the sofa, lifted his head and scooted under him and placed his head gently on my stomach and let him sleep.

An hour or so went by and he woke up to pee. When he returned I told him that his mother had called and she asked if he could stay the night and she'd pick him up in the morning. I asked him if this was alright with him, not that he had much of a choice in the matter. He was still half asleep but smiled and said he didn't mind. I said ok and since it was getting late, we should probably just go to bed now. I went to the closet and grabbed a few blankets and an extra pillow and began to make a bed for him on the sofa.

His face went sad and his eyes started to tear up. I asked him what was wrong and he said he hated having to sleep on the sofa every night at home and was hoping he could sleep with me in my bed. My cock went to hard-on factor 10, BUT this was one thing Margie did tell me about the BB/BS rules during the initial interview process. If the little brother sleeps over, he must have his own bed and not in the same room as the big brother. Now I needed to figure out a way to explain this to him without having to go into all sorts of details about how they wanted to make sure some horny pedo didn't try to engage in sexual activity with his little brother, all the while making sure I was going to be able to engage in some sexual activity with my little brother.

I told him to sit down on the sofa and he sat. I told him that the BB/BS do not allow the big brothers and little brothers to sleep together in the same bed because they feel that the little brothers are old enough and should have their own room to sleep in. As my apartment is only a 1 bedroom, the only choice is the sofa. It won't be so bad, I said to him, plenty of blankets and you can watch TV as late as you like. He sat silent for a moment and then said with a sort of mischievous grin on his face, what if we just don't tell them that I slept in your bed.

"I won't tell if you won't," he said. "I hate sleeping on the sofa and your bed is a big one, there's plenty of room for both of us."

What was I going to say next? My cock was doing a spring board dance but my paranoia was also creeping in.

"You really can't tell anyone, I'm serious. I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. So if your mother or Margie asks where you slept, you HAVE to say on the sofa OK?"

His sad face suddenly became like a sunshine happy face and he promised over and over.

I said we needed to shake hands on this deal as that's how all gentlemen seal the deal with a handshake. We shook hands and I told him to go and take a shower and I'd find an extra toothbrush for him. He got up and went into the bathroom and I heard the shower starting to run. I went to the hall closet and looked in a couple of boxes I had stuck away in there and found a new toothbrush still in the package. I went to the bathroom door and knocked. I heard nothing but the shower so I gently opened the door.

My shower was one of those free standing ones with the frosted glass door. He was in there and I could see a beautiful naked boy soaping himself up. I don't think he noticed I was in there as the frosted glass really obstructed the view. I couldn't make out any details of his little body anyways. I left the toothbrush on the sink and noticed his clothes on the floor, including the new white undies I bought him last week. I picked them up and gave them a quick sniff. That boy scent is something that can't be described but the scent goes straight to my cock every time.

I put the undies down and left the bathroom. I went back to the living room, locked the door, shut off the lights and turned the thermostat down to 65. I then went into my bedroom and stripped down to my underwear, turned on the TV in my room and climbed into bed.

Finally he came out of the bathroom and I called out that I was in the bedroom. He came in shirtless but with his jeans on. He was carrying his shirt, socks and shoes. I told him to put those on the chair next to the bed and to take off his jeans. It's better to just sleep in your underwear like I am. I pulled the covers down enough so he could see I was in my underwear.

He took off his jeans and climbed into bed. We both just sat up in bed against the headboard for a second watching the TV. I leaned over to him and said, remember what we talked about, that he could not tell anyone that I let him sleep in my bed. He promised again. I said ok and kissed him on the cheek. This time he did something he'd never done before, he kissed me back. I was in heaven.

I woke up to a test pattern on the TV and Farhad lightly snoring. I can't believe I just fell asleep like that. I checked the time and it was 3am. I went to pee and came back into the bedroom. It was time to go to work, so to speak. I knew he was a heavy sleeper and being in my bed, it would be easier to get close to him than it was on the sofa. It would also be easier to jerk off and not be so confined like last time. I left the TV on the test pattern as it would make just enough light so I could see without lighting up the room.

Finally now I was going to get a look at that beautiful boy cock. I had rubbed it before in his undies but now I wanted to see it and maybe even taste it. I got down on my knees next to the bed on his side. I took out his old pair of light blue bikini undies from the drawer of my night stand and pulled my aching cock out of my underwear and wrapped those little undies around it. Next I had to test the waters first, so I just slipped my right hand under the covers, first hitting a smooth bare leg. I left my hand there and slowly rubbed my way up until I hit the leg opening of his undies.

Gradually moving up until I hit the sweet spot. My cock leaked as soon as I touched his little boy cock. He was semi-hard but with a few soft and gentle rubs, it stood to a full 3 inches [7.5 cm] of attention. I had to see it, enough already. I stuck my head under the covers and couldn't see a damn thing, it was too dark. I grabbed a small pen light I had in the same drawer as his blue undies had been in.

I clicked on the penlight and went back under the blanket. Now I could see a full boy underwear tent. I slowly lifted up the waistband and pulled them down enough to uncover a beautiful, circumcised, perfectly proportional 3 inch [7.5 cm] dick.

It was exactly the size of my middle finger as I compared the two together. I stared at this magnificent sight for a few seconds and then switched off the pen light. I still heard light snoring from him and gently lowered my head down and down until my lips touched the head of that boy cock. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and gave the head a gentle lick. His cock twitched. All the while I had his old blue undies wrapped around my cock and was stroking with my left hand. I was about 20 seconds from exploding.

I lowered my head a bit more and his 3 inches [7.5 cm] went right into my mouth. I got down to the base of his shaft and closed my mouth gently around it. God did that taste so good and the smell of freshly washed boy cock was too much for me to take. After just a couple of licks around the head and three up and downs on his hard little shaft, my cock exploded into his old light blue undies that were wrapped around my cock.

Pump after pump of hot jizz filled those undies and some of my cum started to drip out onto the floor. I got my head out from under the covers, pulled up the front of his undies and put the old blue ones back into my night stand drawer.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned up my still dripping cock in the sink and washed my hands. I went to the kitchen and had a glass of water, I was sweating and my heart was pounding. I went back into the bedroom, turned off the TV and climbed into bed. I kissed him lightly on the lips and rolled over.

When I woke up in the morning, Farhad was wrapped around me from behind in the spooning position, his hard little thing was pressed against my butt crack. I let him stay that way for a few minutes but knew we needed to be up and dressed as I didn't know exactly what time his mother was coming to pick him up. I rolled out of his embrace and turned towards him. There is nothing more beautiful than a boy's sleeping face.

I gently shook him and called out his name, then planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled. I asked him if he had slept well and he said it was the best sleep he'd had in a long time. I told him to get up and get dressed as his mother was probably on her way to get him. He looked sad but understood he had to go soon.

He got out of bed and I sat up. I asked him if I could give him his goodbye hug now instead of later. He said ok and with that I pulled him close. He was still just in his underwear and so was I. Since I was sitting down on the bed, I spread my legs and pulled him in tight. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his waist just at the top of his undies. I let my hand graze over his underwear covered butt for just a sec as I didn't want to get carried away at this point.

A couple of butt cheek squeezes and a couple of neck kisses which he said tickled. With a lite smack on that perfect little ass, I let him go and said to hurry up and get dressed.

Chapter 5

The nicest thing about having a father who was a corporate executive with a major hotel chain is that his family members received a "VIP" card which allowed us full and free access to any of their hotel facilities, swimming pools, gym, fitness centers etc.. Farhad was due for his usual Saturday visit today and I had a big surprise for him.

His mother dropped him off right on time and once inside my apartment, we did our usual long and playful hug. I could just never get enough of hugging him, feeling his small rounded butt in his jeans and burying my face into the nape of his neck and giving it a long kiss or quick lick.

After doing this a little longer and a little more passionately each time we got together, he seemed to be expecting it and seemed to enjoy being touched and loved by me. As I was feeling his butt and kissing his neck, I told him how much I had missed him during the week and was so happy to see him again. I told him he was so special to me and I really loved our time together.

He said it was the best day of his week when we got together and that he always loved being with me. I told him I had a big surprise for him. His face lit up and he asked what it was. I told him that today I was going to take him to go swimming at the big luxury hotel that was a short bus ride away from my apartment. At first he looked really excited but then a worried look came over his face. I don't know how to swim, he said. I told him not to worry that I'd teach him and that it's easy to learn. It's something all boys should know how to do. He then said that he didn't bring a swimsuit.

I told him we could buy them at the hotel's gift shop and that I needed a new one too as mine was getting too old and worn out. With that, we left my apartment, caught the bus and rode the 15 minutes to the hotel. We walked in to the lobby and headed to the gift shop. There wasn't a huge selection of swimwear to choose from but what they did have was exactly what I had in mind for him and for myself, Speedos.

Funny enough, he picked out a light blue one in boy's size S that looked surprisingly similar to those old worn out bikini undies he threw away at my apartment that I'd been using every night as my jizz rag. Fine by me. I picked a dark blue men's M size for myself. We paid the cashier and headed for the pool. At this hotel, they had a complete health and fitness facility complete with huge indoor pool, weight room, sauna and steam.

We entered the men's locker room and were met by an attendant who gave us keys to 2 lockers attached to those phone cord wristband bracelets. We went and found our lockers and unlocked them. I told him to put the bracelet on and not to lose it, otherwise he'd be going home wearing just his new speedos. We both started to undress. I put my coat, in the locker, followed by my shirt, undershirt, shoes and socks. I undid my jeans and took them off and into the locker. Farhad was slow to undress as he seemed shy to change in front of the other men in the locker room. There were 4-5 men in the locker room with us aged from 20-50 and all in various states of undress. I told him to hurry up.

He got down to his underwear, still wearing the new white ones I had bought for him, and then turned around facing away from me before pulling them down and pulling on his new light blue speedos. I caught a few seconds of his perfect little bare bottom and my cock started to swell. I was hoping that the pool water was going to be cold enough to keep my cock down to a reasonable size. I waited until he turned around before pulling off my underwear so he could have a look at my naked cock for the first time.

He stared at it intensely. I'm not huge mind you, perfectly average at about 6.5 inches [16.5 cm] fully hard. Knowing he was staring at my naked cock didn't help to keep it down and it did start to swell a little. I turned around and pulled on my new speedos and put my underwear into the locker and locked it up.

We walked towards the pool. I'm glad it wasn't too busy and in fact, we had the shallow end all to ourselves. I stuck my toe in to test the water. It was cold enough so I didn't need to worry about a raging boner and hopefully he'd want to stay close to me for body warmth. I jumped in and swam around the shallow end a bit and motioned for him to come in.

He just stood there at the edge of the pool looking a bit scared. I told him to jump and I'd catch him. After some repeated requests, he finally jumped into my arms. He quickly bear hugged me with his arms tightly wrapped around my neck and my left hand went right for his little speedos covered butt, squeezing his buns and probing my fingers slightly into his crack. My other arm I used to balance us both. He didn't seem to want to let go, which was fine by me but I did need to at least give him a little swimming lesson.

I told him the first lesson is to learn how to float. I untangled his arms from my neck and he stood up in the pool. The water came right up to his shoulders and he flapped his arms around, splashing water everywhere. I grabbed him under the arms and laid him out face up so he was floating on his back. I was holding his head up with my right hand and my left hand was at the small of his back.

I told him to arch his back and then said I was going to let go of him. He said ok and as soon as I let go, he sank. I quickly grabbed him and hugged him close to me; he was coughing as he had swallowed some pool water on the way down. He didn't seem too happy at this moment. I told him I was sorry and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said let's try again and this time I told him to relax his muscles and just float like you're going to sleep. I laid him out again on the water, face up, with my hands supporting his head and his lower back. This time, instead of letting go, I started to walk around slowly, moving him along like some toy boat. He smiled when I did this so I just moved in a circular motion, gradually taking my hands away and then putting them back.

Each time I would place my right hand under his head but my left hand I moved lower to his little butt and would hold him there while walking him around in a circle. He finally loosened up and I could feel his little body relaxing. After a few minutes of this, I told him we were going to try face down and to take a breath and hold it. He did and I flipped him over.

I moved my right hand to support his chest and my left to support his thighs. I told him to put his arms out to his side and to turn his head up and take a breath and do this over again as I pulled him around the pool in a circle. As we walked along, I kept moving my left hand higher and higher on his thighs until I had my fingers on his little bulge.

I just kept my fingers there, walking him around the pool and telling him to take a breath. I grazed my left hand right up the front of his speedos, feeling all of his goodies on the way to his stomach. We did this for a few more minutes and he stood up and said he was cold and wanted to get out of the pool. I suggested that we go into the sauna to warm up. He liked that idea. We got out of the pool and grabbed a couple of towels and dried off. We walked into the locker room and went to our lockers and opened them.

I quickly pulled off my speedos and wrapped my towel around my waist. I told him to do the same as we are only allowed into the sauna with a towel and nothing else. He seemed a bit shy about doing this but again turned his back towards me, lowered his speedos and quickly wrapped his towel around his waist. We both put our speedos into our lockers and locked them up and headed for the sauna. Inside the sauna, there were 3 young looking men in their 20s sitting on the benches.

One of them said hello to Farhad and he said hello back to him. We found our spots on the benches across from the other guys. I sat on the upper bench and Farhad sat on the lower one. As we sat there warming up, I realized that at his angle he could probably look right up the towels the other guys had on and if they opened their legs at all, he'd get a full view of their "stuff" I'm not sure if he knew that or not.

We stayed in the sauna about 10 minutes until I had had enough as I felt like I was cooking and wanted to get out. Farhad and I left, went back to the lockers and changed into our street clothes, put our wet speedos in the shopping bag and started walking out. On the way out, he spotted the massage rooms. One wasn't being used so the door was open and he saw the empty massage table with the ring on the end where one would place their head. He asked what that table was for and I told him it was a massage table. I don't think he was completely sure what a massage was. I said one person would lie down while another would rub their body usually with oil or lotion.

"It feels really good and is very relaxing," I told him.

He asked if we could go in there and I told him that they were not allowed to massage anyone under 18. He seemed disappointed and we left the locker room.

We caught the bus back to my apartment. I made us some sandwiches and soup for our dinner and while we were eating, he asked about the massage again and asked if I had ever had one. I said sure, in fact right at that same place where we were. He said he wished he could try one.

OH BOY, my cock sprang to full attention. I looked at him with my best attempt to hide my sudden horniness and asked him if he remembered last week when his mother called and couldn't pick him up and he had to spend the night, and how I made him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone that I let him sleep in my bed with me.

He said yes he remembered and I said, it's the same thing now. If he promised not to tell anyone again, I'd show him about massage. He promised and I made him shake hands again.

It was almost 7pm and his mother usually came to pick him up between 9:30-10pm so we still had a couple of hours. We finished up our dinner and I told him to get 2 towels out of the closet in the bathroom, a big towel and a medium sized one and bring them out to the living room. I also told him to get the big bottle of lotion that was on the sink. I told him I needed to change my clothes first.

I went into my bedroom and shut the door as my horny mind concocted a plan. I knew I needed to wear something that would conceal my raging boner but keep it accessible enough so when the time was right, I could get it out. I decided on an old jockstrap I had from my high school gym days that was tight enough that it would hold my hard cock straight up and a pair of lose fitting gym shorts and a white tee-shirt.

I returned to the living room and he was sitting on the sofa with the towels and lotion that I had asked for. I motioned for him to help me move the coffee table out of the way and told him to spread the big towel out on the floor. Then I told him to strip down to his underwear. Watching my beautiful 10 year old Iranian boy strip to his white underwear was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

I think I could have blown my load right there but I had to control myself as better things were on their way soon. He took off his shirt, shoes and socks but before he took off his jeans, he asked if we could turn off the lights. Good idea, I thought, we'll shut off the lights but put the TV on just so I can see a little bit to do the massage. Ok he said and once the lights were off and the TV was on, he removed his jeans.

Now in just his white underwear, I told him to lay face up on the towel. I took the smaller towel and covered his crotch area. The towel was just big enough to cover basically from the waist band of his undies to just mid thigh. Perfect.

I wanted to start on the front side as I wanted to "finish" on the back. Since he was wide awake, I didn't dare go after his little boy cock as I had the last time when he was sound asleep, so this time it was going to be that pretty little bottom of his that was to be the center of my attention.

I got down on the floor next to him and grabbed the lotion bottle, squeezed some out on his right and then left leg and began to work. I rubbed the lotion up and down one leg at a time from his ankles to right below the towel on his mid thigh. His legs were as smooth as silk and I was growing a painful boner already. I could feel it popping out of the top of my old jockstrap but with the baggy shorts I had on, nothing showed.

I continued to rub his sweet legs for a few minutes and then did his arms and fingers. I could see his face was relaxing and I asked him if he felt good. He said very good. I put some lotion on his chest and rubbed that around from his shoulders over his little boy nipples down to his stomach and stopping just at the top of the towel. I pushed the towel down just a bit so I could see the waistband of his underwear. I always found the waistband of a boy's underwear so sexy. I kept massaging his chest and stomach, touching the waistband on his undies each time.

It was time to flip him over. I lifted up the small towel covering his mid section and told him to flip over onto his stomach. His bulge looked tasty, maybe not a total erection but certainly half. He quickly flipped over and I replaced the towel after taking in a healthy stare at his buns in those white undies.

I grabbed the lotion and rubbed some on his legs, starting at the ankles again and going all the way up to the towel. I did this a few times, each time going just a little bit higher, under the towel and touching the bottom of his undies. I stopped and said to him that I think we'd better take off his underwear as we didn't want to get lotion on them. I said it would be ok as the towel will cover him and I reached under the towel, grabbed the waistband and slowly started to pull them down. He pushed his hips up and down they came.

I took them off his ankles and laid them out next to him. Something about having his undies in close view while massaging this now naked boy was a huge turn on. I resumed massaging up and down his legs going a little higher each time and pushing the towel up more and more until I could just see the base of his little butt crack. After doing this for some minutes, it was time to do his back. I straddled his hips, and poured a generous amount of lotion on his back. I started to massage his back, up and down while glancing over at his little white undies on the floor next to me.

I picked them up and gave them a good sniff, god that boy scent is so erotic. That sent an electric charge right to my now leaking cock. I put the undies down and worked my aching hard cock out of my jock and the leg opening of my gym shorts, so as my cock and balls were free, all the while rubbing his back with my left hand.

After I freed my cock and balls, I returned both of my hands to his back rubbing up and down as smoothly and as sensually as I could. I slowly straightened my legs a bit and gradually lowered my hips so my balls were lightly rubbing against the bottom of his butt crack. I kept rubbing more intensely on his back so hopefully he wouldn't notice other things rubbing on his butt crack.

He didn't move and by his breathing, I could tell he was very relaxed and drifting off. I went back to rubbing his back with my right hand only and with my left began stroking my hard, leaking cock. My balls were now rubbing against the base of his crack and I was about to explode. I stopped rubbing his back for a moment, grabbed the lotion bottle and opened the top. I aimed it towards his back and squeezed. The lotion squirted out at the exact same time as my cock exploded all over his back.

I dropped the bottle and while still pumping my cock with my left hand, started rubbing the lotion and my cum together all over his little back. Once my cock stopped shooting, I put both of my hands on his back and kept rubbing the lotion and my cum until it was all just a gooey mess on his back.

I quickly stuffed my still hard cock back into my jockstrap and pulled the leg of my gym shorts down. I rubbed his back for a few more minutes and then got off of him, took the towel off his back and proceeded to wipe all the lotion and "other stuff" off of his back and legs. My boy was totally naked and I was in heaven rubbing the towel and my hand too all over him, grazing his butt crack with a finger and way up between his legs with the towel brushing his scrotum and taint, all the while asking him how that felt and if he liked his massage.

He said he was almost falling asleep and he never felt so relaxed. I said I was glad and that was why so many people love getting a massage. I told him to get up and go shower and wash off the lotion on his body and get dressed as his mother would be arriving soon. He got up and I caught a glimpse of his fully hard boy boner as he quickly grabbed his undies and went for the bathroom and shut the door. I picked up the towels and went into my bedroom. I threw the towels in the laundry hamper and stripped off my shorts and jock the pouch of which was soaked with cum as my cock was still dripping. I hurried and got dressed and went back to the living room and turned on the lights. Farhad came out of the bathroom wearing only his white undies and looking so sexy. He got dressed and I asked him if he had had a good time today.

He gave me an excited yes and I reached for him to give him his good bye hug. I got down on my knee and pulled him close, putting one hand on his butt, right on the spot where my balls had been just a few minutes before. I gave his little butt a couple of squeezes while kissing him on the neck and cheek. He kept his arms wrapped tight around my shoulders, and then totally spoiling the moment, the front buzzer rang.

"Remember what I said about our secrets," I warned him.

"I know," he said, as he smiled at me.

Chapter 6

There was a big gap until our next meeting. His mother called to say he wouldn't be coming over for a few weeks due to some "family activities" and that she had to go to California. and the kids were going with her. The few weeks turned into 4 months and I was beginning to think I'd never see him again. After a month had gone by, I got worried and called Margie at the BB/BS and asked her if everything was alright.

I was pretty sure he kept our secrets but I was concerned that maybe his mother had decided to call off the BB/BS arrangement or who knows what. Margie said there was no problem with me and that his mother simply had to go to California. as part of her job. Although sad, I was relieved to hear this.

She said as soon as they returned from California, she was sure that Farhad would call me. I tried to keep my mind off of how much I missed my sexy little Farhad. I had a few "clean" pictures of him, along with his ratty old light blue undies which were disintegrating by the day with all of my cum and repeated washings.

I would jack off with those props on a regular basis. This was before digital cameras and the thought of trying to take dirty pictures and then having to take them somewhere for development was a sure way to get busted so I only had a few "family friendly photos" of him in my possession. The photos and the undies were a poor substitute for the real boy, but it was better than nothing.

***

It was now the fall of 1981 and I was starting my sophomore year at the University. After my first week of classes, I came home and the phone rang. It was Farhad. Just the sound of his boyish voice sent my cock to full attention and I took it out of my pants immediately and started stroking while talking with him. He sounded really happy to be back and said he missed me a lot and asked if we could still see each other on Saturdays like before.

"Of course," I said.

"I've missed you so much," I told him.

This was certainly the truth. I had thought about him every day while he was gone. He told me about California. and how he went to Disneyland and to the beach and how warm it was there. He was never one for the cold weather. He also told me that he liked school this year and had made a new friend named James.

During the first year Farhad and I were together, I had never heard him mention that he had any friends and was really happy to hear that he had made a friend. He spoke of James for a while, telling me about James' family and how he lived in a big house with a swimming pool and he had 2 dogs and lots of games and "cool stuff" in his room. I told him that he'd have to tell me all about James in more detail when we saw each other on Saturday. His mother would be dropping him off as usual and we hung up the phone. I ended up blowing my load right there on the living room floor. I got some paper towels and cleaned up the mess. About 15 minutes later, the phone rang again and it was Farhad again.

"What's up buddy?" I said.

He asked if he could bring James with him on Saturday when we got together and if it was ok if he and James spent the night with me. I wasn't sure what to say. Of course I wanted to check out his new little friend, but it would sort of compromise our "intimacy" and since I had not seen, smelled or touched Farhad for so long, I thought it might be torturous for me to not be able to get close to him with someone else there, but after a couple of seconds, I said ok, as long as it's ok with James' parents. He said he had already asked and they said it was fine.

These were the good ole days, when Boy Scout masters, BB/BS and even Catholic Priests were still considered trustworthy role models for young boys. Saturday finally came and the buzzer rang. I opened the door and there they were. Farhad and James. I motioned for them to come in. Once inside I scooped up Farhad into my arms and gave him his usual hug, butt feel up and kisses on his neck and cheeks, but I did keep it short as we had someone watching us.

I put him down but before he let go of me, he started feeling my butt, only long enough to grab my wallet out of my back pocket and run away laughing. I pretended to be annoyed and called him a little rat and chased him until I got my wallet back. James was laughing the entire time.

I then said to Farhad, "Well introduce me to your friend, please."

He said, "This is my new friend James."

I put out my hand and we shook hands. James was a cutie just like Farhad but totally different coloring. They were almost identical in height and build but James had a slightly different shape to his butt. A little plumper, not fat, just a bit more meat on his buns than Farhad did and James was also fair.

Blond haired, blue eyed and had a very Irish sounding last name. Farhad had new clothes on. He was dressed in those acid washed jeans that became all the rage in the early 80s and a plain dark blue tee-shirt.

James was similarly dressed but with slightly darker jeans and a red tee-shirt.

"You got some new clothes since I saw you last," I said to Farhad.

He said his mom had taken him shopping when they were out in California. I told them to sit on the sofa and I got them some cokes. We all sat on the sofa. I sat next to Farhad and James sat on the other side of him.

"So tell me about California," I said.

He told me about Disneyland and all the rides, getting his picture taken with Mickey Mouse, going to the beach and basically having a great time. James was quiet the whole time, so I asked James if he and Farhad were in the same class together and he said yes. I really wasn't sure what to do with these two.

My dirty mind said I should see if they both wanted to compare dicks, get massaged or perhaps they could massage each other while I jacked off and watched… HAHA… Ok back to reality. We sat on the sofa for a little while then I asked them what they wanted to do for the day. Farhad said he wondered if we could all go to the hotel and go swimming again.

I smiled at the pair of them and said that they should have planned better as they didn't have their swimsuits with them.

"You haven't even brought any extra clothes with you for the overnight stay," I remarked. "I'm not going to be buying new ones again," I said.

At that they stood up, raised their shirts and grabbed the top of their respective jeans and pulled them down just enough to reveal their swimsuits.

Farhad had the speedos on that I had bought for him last time and James had on some kind of running shorts or gym shorts. I could only see about 2 inches of the waistband but they were bright red nylon shorts of some kind. James had such pale skin compared to Farhad but was still a beautiful boy.

I also noticed while they were giving me this wonderful display of their mid-sections and waistbands that Farhad had his white undies on underneath his speedos. We would have to fix that once we got to the locker room. Also it occurred to me that Farhad had planned this all before even asking me. Cheeky little boy. I guess he's figured out that he could have his way with me without much of a fight.

"So I guess we're going swimming then," I said and told them to wait while I got my suit.

I went into my bedroom and grabbed my speedos out of my drawers, grabbed a small gym bag and put them in and with that, we were off. We all caught the bus and took the 15 minute ride to the hotel. James and Farhad sat together and I sat behind them. I started to rub Farhad's neck and touch his hair.

He let me do this for a couple of seconds and then said that tickles and pulled away slightly. I patted him on the head and sat back for the remainder of the bus ride. Once we arrived at the hotel, we went straight to the men's locker room. The attendant was someone I knew by sight but not by name, even though he had a name tag on, I had never bothered to read it.

He said, "Ah back again eh?

"Yes," I said, "We really love the pool."

"Enjoy," he said as he handed us 3 locker keys with the phone cord wrist bands.

We found our lockers, opened them and began to undress. Coats, shoes and socks were first, followed by shirts and then jeans. James was first to get down to his shorts. They were nylon track shorts with the split sides. Not exactly swimming trunks but they would do.

As I said he had a nice little body, the same size as Farhad but pale skin that was pinkish-white in color and a slight growth of blond, almost white fuzz on his legs and arms. Farhad finally got down to his speedos with the waist band of his white undies sticking up over the speedos.

I said, "Why are you wearing your underwear under those," as I pointed at his speedos. "They'll get all wet and you'll have to go home with wet underwear on."

He was standing between James and I knew what he was thinking. He couldn't turn away without facing one of us and was still obviously shy about being naked. I decided to give him a break so I turned away and pulled off my underwear and put my speedos on, closed up my locker and told him James and I would wait for him by the pool.

I motioned to James and him and I walked towards the pool, leaving Farhad to change alone. As we walked towards the pool, I said to James that Farhad had told me about him and his house with the pool and it sounded really nice and that I was happy Farhad had found a nice friend.

I said to James that he must be a good swimmer if he had his own pool to swim in and he said he was pretty good but it's only a summer pool so once it got cold out, they closed it up until the next year. He said he wished it was an indoor pool. I laughed saying I'm sure his father wouldn't want to pay that heating bill.

We got to the pool and James dove straight in before I even found a table and got the towels for us. He went to the bottom of the pool and swam right to the middle of the pool and then popped up. He was a good swimmer alright and confident in the water so I didn't have to worry about him drowning. I saw Farhad come out of the locker room door and waved to him.

He came over to the table where I was and looked around for James. I pointed to the pool. James was paying no attention to us and was just swimming around like a dolphin. I asked Farhad if he was ready to go in and he said he was. I jumped in first.

The water seemed colder than last time. Farhad jumped in right behind me and sort of dog paddled around the shallow end and then came over to me and jumped on my back, trying to push me under. I let him do it. I went down and then came up, grabbing him under the arms and tossing him towards the deep end.

He came up and dog paddled back to me and we repeated this a few times. He came back to me and instead of throwing him; I picked him up and hugged him to me, one hand cupping his little butt and the other around his back. He put his arms around my shoulders and I walked around holding him like that, bobbing up and down so our heads touched the water and then came up.

As I bobbed up and down, my fingers were gently probing his little butt crack and finally I got my middle finger in far enough to feel what I thought was his little pucker. I kept my finger there, pushing in and out while all the time, still walking around and bobbing up and down. Even with that cold pool water, my cock was getting hard. I buried my face into his neck and gave him a raspberry at which he laughed.

I then took my hand that wasn't on his butt and pushed it between us to separate us, slid it straight down to the front of his speedos, gave his bulge a quick squeeze which was soft and probably shriveled up from the cold water and threw him 3 feet [91 cm] in the air and he came down with a big splash.

James finally appeared after what seemed like a long time. He was panting out of breath. After a few minutes they went to one side of the shallow end and were whispering to each other. I stayed where I was just watching them. They both had big grins on their faces and I suspected what they were plotting. They slowly approached me and I just stood there.

Farhad was the first to move. He came around the back of me and jumped on my back, piggy back style trying to push me under the water, and then James jumped on top of Farhad so I had both of them on my back. I went under the water and turned around, shaking them both off of me and grabbed Farhad with my right arm and James with my left. I felt like I was due some revenge for this sneak attack.

I hoisted Farhad up and hugged him tight and shoved my hand right into the back of his speedos, and fingers right into his crack and found his sweet little pucker with my right middle finger. He started to giggle and wiggle and finally jumped off of me. Meanwhile, I was still hugging James with my left arm around his lower back. Now I had my other arm free so I grabbed

James' butt with my right hand and threw him right over my head. I felt the front of his shorts brush the top of my head. They both came back for more.

I wanted to get a better feel of James' butt so this time I grabbed him first by the upper thigh and as I hoisted him up, let my hand go up the leg opening of his shorts. These were the type of shorts that had the built-in underwear and I hit those covering his little pale white butt. I gave it a quick squeeze and threw him off, then did the same to Farhad's butt. We did this routine a few times.

James then asked Farhad if he wanted to race to the other end of the pool. Farhad said ok and they went. James was a far superior swimmer than Farhad was and James got half way across the pool right down the center before Farhad could even get to the point where it got deep. Once Farhad reached the drop off point so that the water was over his head, he paddled over the edge and hung on the edge of the pool and pulled his way around to the deep end where James already was. I stayed in the shallow end just watching them.

It was starting to get late and we needed to go. I motioned for them to come back and I got out of the pool. I told them that time was up and it was time to get changed and go. We grabbed the towels dried off, and went into the locker room. We opened our lockers and I stripped off my speedos first, facing both of them, drying my cock, balls and butt with the towel. Farhad kept looking at me and James gave a quick look but then looked away while he took off his shorts.

He didn't seem to be nearly as shy as Farhad and was quickly naked and drying off. Farhad gave him a quick once over and then looked away. I gave him a good looking over. His butt was pretty, rounded and with a bit more meat than Farhad's butt. His cock was pinkish and circumcised, a bit shriveled up with a tight scrotum. It was hard to tell, but I think his was maybe a bit smaller than Farhad's.

James dried himself off and grabbed his jeans out of the locker. He put them on, no underwear. I turned around and grabbed my underwear out of the locker and pulled them on, then put my wet speedos in my gym bag and asked James for his wet shorts to put in my bag as well. Farhad had not removed his speedos yet and was just sitting on the changing bench.

I knew I had to help him get over his shyness without humiliating him in front of his friend. I took my towel and threw it over his lap and said, "Ok can I have your speedos please so I can put them in my gym bag."

With that, he quickly pulled them off, stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist, went to his locker, grabbed his white undies and put them on while the towel was still around his waist. Then once his underwear was on, he dropped the towel and finished dressing.

We all walked out, returned the keys and left the hotel. I always hated walking out into the freezing cold with wet hair. Lucky for us, just as we made it to the bus stop, the bus arrived.

We got back to the apartment and I went into the bathroom and draped all of the swimsuits over the side of the bathtub and went back to the living room. They said they were hungry and so was I, for food and for "other things" We ordered pizza and all sat on the sofa, ate the pizza and watched TV.

***

A couple of hours had gone by and it was getting late and I could see Farhad had a "sleepy" face. James seemed more awake but I thought I'd better sort out the sleeping arrangements. I said to them that since there were 2 of them, they could have my bed and share and I would take the sofa. At least that way I could have a good jerk off in peace on the sofa. They seemed happy with this arrangement and I told them to go and shower. James went first. 15 minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wearing Farhad's speedos. He asked Farhad if he could wear those for sleeping since he didn't bring any underwear. I asked him if they were dry enough as I didn't want him wearing them in my bed if they were still damp.

He came over to me in a sort of offering manner and I accepted the offer to feel them to make sure they were dry enough. I had a couple of feels around the butt, in between the legs and across the front and then said, "Ok dry enough."

James smiled at me as I did this.

Next Farhad went to shower. I was sitting there on the sofa with his little friend James who was wearing Farhad's speedos. It was beginning to take its toll on my cock and I had to make a couple of "adjustments". James was not shy like Farhad and sat there eating more pizza, legs spread and watching the TV. His little bulge looked so sweet and tasty and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I think he caught me once or twice staring at it.

Farhad came out of the bathroom and was wearing his white undies. He sat down on the sofa for just a second and then said he was tired and wanted to lie down. I told him to go into my room and get into bed and I'd be in in a few minutes to tuck him in. I told James to go to bed as well but if he wasn't tired, there was a TV in my room he could watch.

They both went into my bedroom and I got some blankets and pillows out of the hall closet and made the sofa up for my bed. I turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room, stripped down to my underwear and went into my bedroom. They both were in bed, lights off and TV on. Farhad looked about half asleep but James was wide awake watching the TV.

I went over to Farhad, kneeled down and gave him a long kiss on his cheek and a quick kiss on the lips, saying good night and how happy I was he was back from California. He gave me a half smile and rolled over on his side. I said goodnight to James and left the room, leaving the door open. I had a pee and went and laid down on the sofa. I knew I was going to have to jerk off before I could get to sleep but I thought I'd better wait a bit until they went to sleep and maybe, just maybe I could sneak in there for a quick peek or peeks and feel or something.

I must have been more tired than I thought as I dozed off at some point and woke up with the TV on a test pattern and hissing static at me. I also woke up to find James standing over me. I was shocked to see him just standing there and for a minute, thought he was sleep walking.

"What's up," I asked him.

"Nothing," he said, "I just thought maybe you'd still be awake and we could watch some TV together."

"Well I am awake now but there's nothing on this late as you can see. What's the matter, can't you sleep?"

"Not really," he said, "Farhad is sound asleep and snoring."

"Well why don't you sit with me for a while and we can talk and maybe you'll get tired and want to go back to bed.

I lifted up my blanket and motioned for him to crawl in under the covers. He was still wearing Farhad's speedos. He smiled and got in between my legs and I covered us up. I put a cushion on my stomach and told him to lay back. We didn't say anything for a moment and then he asked why I didn't kiss him goodnight like I did to Farhad. I told him it was because we had just met today and we didn't know each other so wasn't sure if he would have felt comfortable with me kissing him.

"I wouldn't have minded," he said, "and I'll kiss you back if you like."

As if my cock wasn't hard enough already, when he said that in the seductive way he said it, that was it. I removed the cushion, and told him to come here, motioning him to bring his face up to mine. He flipped over and came right up to my face.

He was lying on top of me, his speedos on top of my rock hard cock in my underwear.

"Where do you want it?" I asked him.

"Want what?" he asked.

"Your kiss silly," I said.

"Up to you."

So I started on his cheek, first the right one and then the left one, then down his neck and back up again. I could hear a slight purring sound, sort of like that sound a kitten makes when you rub its belly.

My cock was leaking and he started a slow grinding motion with his hips and I could feel his little pecker hitting me in the hip bone. Obviously there was no going back now. So many questions were running through my mind. Had he done this with another man before? Had he done anything with my Farhad? Well all those questions would have to wait.

I put one hand on the back of his head and moved his lips to mine. I started a slow and long kiss on his sweet boy lips, while my other hand descended to his little butt. I didn't waste any time and went straight into the back of the speedos and right down his butt crack, fingers kneading his perfect boy buns and probing deeper into his warm crack. At the same time, he had opened his mouth a bit and I proceeded to slip my tongue into his mouth.

His tongue met mine and his purring intensified as well as his grinding against me. I broke off the kiss and whispered into his ear to take off the speedos. He hoisted his hips and shoved them off. At the same time I got my underwear off and we resumed our positions. I was ready to bust but I think this boy was ready for more and I wanted to hold out, at least until I got a good look at his little boy cock. After a minute or two of more kissing, butt feeling and grinding, I suggested that we move to the floor. He got up, and I grabbed the blankets off the sofa and spread them out on the floor and I laid down. Before he could lie down, I said that I wanted to see his dick, he smiled at me and straddled my face getting into a 69 position. His cock was hard as a nail and about the size of my ring finger, so just slightly smaller than Farhad's. I told him to lay flat and his cock went straight into my open mouth all the way in and balls as well.

His head was resting on my stomach and I could feel him grab my hard, leaking cock and he started to play with it. One hand I felt on my cock and the other one was in between my legs playing with my balls while I was swallowing his cock and balls. I swirled my tongue all around his stuff and he purred and moaned.

I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this but I wanted one more thing. I wanted my cock in his little mouth if even for 2 seconds.

I lifted his hips off of my face and asked him if he could put mine in his mouth. He said he'd try. He scooted down a bit and touched the head with his hand and said that it was all wet.

"Sorry," I said and grabbed my underwear that were lying on the floor next to us and wiped my pre-cum off. "Ok try now," I said and with that, he lowered his mouth down onto my cock.

Only the head made it in but he did his best to bob up and down on the head. I was about 20 seconds from an eruption and saw a perfect spot to pursue my last perverted fantasy for the night before I blew. His legs were straddled around my chest and being face down; I had a perfect view of his butt and little pucker in the center.

I lifted my head up and stuck my mouth over and tongue right in to the bullseye, lapping it like an ice cream cone. It sent a shiver right through him which I felt and he gasped out an AH! I was close and didn't want to choke him as I knew this was going to be a gusher.

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away, my tongue still deep in his crack making circles around his tight little ring as ropes of cum started to shoot. Most of it went straight up into the air and landing on his back and head. My whole body was convulsing.

"That was amazing," I said to James.

He said he never had anyone put their tongue in his butt before but that he liked it.

"Let's go get you cleaned up in the bathroom." I proposed.

We got up and went to the bathroom and shut the door. When I switched on the light, there was cum all in his blond hair, and dripping down his back and into his butt crack. I quickly grabbed a wash cloth, ran some hot water on it and began to wipe him down. He stood there silently.

After I got the cum off of him, I wiped my still dripping cock with the same cloth and threw it in the sink. I'll deal with that later, I thought.

"Well buddy," I said, "I don't know what to say other than thank you for that. I trust you're not going to tell anyone about this."

"No way," he said. "I've done things like this with my neighbor many times and he sleeps in my room when my parents are home.

He told me he was 16 when I asked him how old the neighbor was.

"What about Farhad, have you and he….?"

"No, he said, "I like Farhad but he's very shy and doesn't seem like he'd be into it.'

He then asked me if I had with Farhad.

I said, "No me either, but I'd like to, someday, maybe, but only if he wanted to."

We left the bathroom and went into my room. Farhad was still snoring away and I grabbed James by the arm and gave him a wet kiss on the lips and a squeeze on the butt. He and I were still naked. I asked him if he wanted the speedos back to sleep in and he said no he'd sleep naked if that was ok.

"Sure," I said, "but if you get cold, take one of my tee-shirts out of the drawer and wear it as a sort of night shirt."

"Ok," he said.

"Goodnight," I said and left the room.

I went back to the living room and remade my bed, slipped my underwear back on and climbed under the blanket. I think I'll sleep well tonight, I thought.

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sounds of bang, thump and giggling coming from my bedroom. I had to pee like a race horse. I quickly went into the bathroom and peed a gallon. I found that cum soaked hand towel in the sink from the night before and had a brief flash back of shooting my load 2 feet [60 cm] into the air while my face was buried into James' sweet little ass.

My cock started to stir and I was thinking I should have a quick jack off when suddenly; I heard a crash and the sound of glass breaking. I hurried into my bedroom and discovered James and Farhad staring at my bedside lamp on the floor, broken into pieces. James was completely naked and Farhad was in his white undies. They were both sitting on the bed looking pitiful.

"Ok, so what happened here," I said.

Neither of them spoke.

"Come on," I said, "out with it."

Farhad and James looked at each other and finally James spoke.

"Well, uh, we were wrestling and uh, I, uh, well one of us may have kicked the lamp over and it broke."

"One of you?" I asked.

"Well, uh, maybe I did," James confessed.

"Alright well accidents happen. Farhad, go into the kitchen and get the broom and dustpan and you'll find an empty cardboard box in the pantry, bring them all here."

As much as I didn't want to, I told James to put on some clothes and he went into the bathroom. Of course I wasn't really mad; it was an old lamp that I was going to throw out anyways. It was something my mother gave me which looked like it belonged in Grandma's parlor. I was more upset that I missed seeing the wrestling match between a nude James and an underwear clad Farhad.

Farhad came back with the requested items and we began picking up the pieces of the lamp and putting them in the cardboard box. James returned wearing his track shorts and helped us clean up the mess. Once we got the big pieces up and swept up the small pieces, I got out the vacuum and made sure there were no shards of glass left on the floor.

"You guys were wrestling eh?" I said, "so who won?"

"Nobody really," Farhad said, "we were just fooling around."

Now I was really sorry I missed that. Given what I had done to/with James the night before, god only knows how hot that wrestling match was.

I wasn't sure what time Farhad's mother was going to pick them up and I thought it would be better if they were "completely dressed" and ready when she came, so I thought maybe we'd better have our goodbye hugs and feels now before she got here and also because they were still nearly naked and I was still in my underwear. The more skin the better.

"Come sit on the bed you two, I want to have a little talk before it's time for you to go.

"I'm really not mad about the lamp and I'm just glad no one cut themselves. I'm glad you two are friends and I want you to know James, that you're always welcome here with Farhad anytime."

I put one hand on his thigh and the other around his shoulder.

"I like you a lot," James said to me, "and hope I can come back again soon."

With that, he kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back on the lips. I turned to Farhad and was about to ask him for a goodbye hug and kiss when James grabbed a pillow from the bed and hit me right on the head with it.

'Ouch!" I said.

Then he jumped on my back, grabbed me around the neck in a sort of choke hold and pulled me back so I was lying down on the bed with my feet still on the floor.

"Come on, Farhad," James yelled, "get him."

Farhad's face lit up with a big smile and he proceeded to jump right on top of me, both of us in our underwear and now cock to cock. James jumped around and jumped on Farhad's back so now Farhad was on top of me, and James was on top of him with his crotch right in Farhad's butt crack.

James started to hump Farhad's butt in an exaggerated way and every time he humped, Farhad's cock which now felt hard as a nail, was pushing harder and harder into mine. Finally James got off of Farhad and Farhad jumped up and threw James down and jumped right on top of him, crotch to crotch. I just watched that for a second and decided to make my move. I gently jumped on Farhad's back and let my hard underwear covered cock rub against his underwear covered butt crack, while James was underneath us both.

I didn't put my full weight on him and just let my cock rub up and down Farhad's butt while James tried to get out from under us. I stayed that way until my cock started leaking and then got up, picked Farhad off of James, hugged him into my arms, cupping his little butt and grabbed James by the arm and pulled him in under Farhad's butt so his face pushed right into my hard, leaking cock.

While my left hand was holding Farhad up by his butt, my right hand went behind James' head, rubbing his face into my crotch. This was heaven. One small boy clinging to my chest while I had a hand full of his little butt, and another boy's face pushed right up against my aching hard on. I was getting so turned on at this point.

I buried my nose into Farhad's neck and started kissing and licking. Once I started licking, Farhad started to wiggle and giggle and as he did this, my left hand was going deeper into his underwear covered boy butt crack.

Finally, before I blew my load right there, I let go of James' head and threw Farhad off onto the bed. I jumped onto the bed and laid face up and they both jumped on and finally settled one on each side of me. I put my arms around both of them. James had a tent in his red nylon running short and Farhad had a slightly bigger tent in his white undies. I had a wet spot at the tip of my cock where it was just about to pop out of the waistband of my underwear. I pulled Farhad's face to mine and kissed him on the lips while telling him that I loved him. Then I switched and did the same to James.

"Who kisses better?" James suddenly said.

"Hum," I considered. "Well I'm not sure. Maybe we'd better do it again and I'll let you know."

James went first. He clamped his lips right onto mine and gave me a long slow mouth kiss. He let up and said to Farhad, "Ok your turn."

Farhad in his shy way, slowly moved his lips to mine and ever so gently kissed my lips, his touch was so soft and sexy, my cock twitched 3 times while he was kissing me.

Finally, he let up.

"Well?" James queried.

"I think that I'll have to wait and give you two my answer next time I see you. Haha!"

"Oh no fair," James said.

"Sorry, I need to think about my answer," I said.

I know what a copout answer that was, but honestly as hot as James' kiss was and the sex with him the night before, there was something about Farhad's innocence that was making my cock ache and leak. James knew what he was doing, Farhad didn't. That was the difference.

I jumped up from the bed and told them to get dressed. I was going to take a quick shower and then make breakfast. I practically ran into the bathroom, shut and locked the door, yanked off my underwear, opened the shower door and with a few good strokes, was spraying the shower stall with rope after rope of hot cum.

I turned on the water and watched all of my cum go down the drain. I showered quickly, dried off, pulled my underwear on and went into my room and got dressed. They were already dressed and in the living room watching TV. I started breakfast. Scrambled eggs, home fries and toast. Farhad being Muslim didn't eat pork so I skipped the bacon.

We finished breakfast and the buzzer rang.

"Come here you two," I said.

I grabbed Farhad in my left arm and James in my right. My hands went right to both of their butts, giving them squeezes and kissing them both on the lips.

"I hope to see you both soon, Call me Farhad ok?"

"I will," he said.

***

The visits from Farhad became more infrequent as time went on. First once every other Saturday, then once a month. During this time, it was only him, never with James.

It was now June 1982 and school was out. I was hoping I'd hear from Farhad this week and as luck would have it, I did. He called on a Friday evening just as I was walking into the apartment from shopping.

"Hey, buddy, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he said. He sounded sad.

"What's wrong? I asked.

"I have something to tell you but I want to see you first. Can James and I come over tomorrow and spend the night? I'll tell you then."

"Ok, sure no problem," I said. "Just make sure you check with James' parents first."

"I will." he said and he hung up.

God what could it be, I thought. By now those old blue undies of his had become so "used" that I had reluctantly thrown them away. They certainly had served me well but they had become so worn out that they no longer worked.

I laid down on my bed, and went into a trance. Images of Farhad from the first day we had met flashed through my head, us by the river, him bending over, seeing the waistband of those blue undies for the first time, the first time I hugged him tight, our wrestling match on the living room floor, the first time I massaged his hot little body, blowing my load all over his back. I pulled out my cock and stroked it reliving all of our wonderful times together.

I finally blew my load thinking about the last kiss on the lips from him with my hand squeezing his little boy buns. Saturday finally came and the buzzer rang. It was later than usual by the time they got to my apartment, around dinner time. What a sight. It was summer and they were both dressed in short nylon Adidas soccer shorts, with the 3 white stripes up the sides that all the boys wore in those days.

Farhad's were green and James' were blue. They both had on white socks pulled up almost to their knees and form fitting tee-shirts and sneakers. I had on my baggy gym shorts with underwear underneath and a white tee-shirt on.

They both gave me big smiles and I shut the door. James looked like he had grown an inch or 2 since I last saw him, while Farhad looked exactly the same, although of course I had seen him more recently.. I wasn't sure which one to grab first, so I grabbed them both. My hands were all over their little buns in those nylon shorts and kissing them all over their faces.

They both put their arms around me and hugged me tight. My cock twitched several times. After our hug fest, they both sat down on the sofa and Farhad almost started to cry.

"Ok I've been going crazy wondering what this thing is you have to tell me. Tell me please," I begged.

"I'm moving to California next week…"

My heart sank. I flopped myself down on the sofa between them and just sat, saying nothing.

"Wow," I finally managed to say. "That is sad. I don't suppose I could go to California. with you?" I said.

Farhad's face lit up but then quickly "unlit" He knew I was kidding at that point.

I took a deep breath and said, "Well I guess there's nothing we can do about it, so let's just have the best time ever tonight and keep this night as the one to remember forever, ok?"

They both nodded their heads in agreement.

"So what should we do first?" I asked.

They both said pizza at the same time.

"Pizza it is," and I ordered 3 large ones.

We ate the pizzas and all of us belched with satisfaction. It became a bit of a contest to see who could belch the loudest. We all ended up laughing uncontrollably.

"There's a good movie on TV tonight, I think we should watch. Why don't we spread out on the floor and watch from there."

I asked Farhad to get all the blankets and pillows from the hall closet and then asked James to help me move the coffee table out of the way. Farhad came back with the blankets and we made a giant fluffy bed with pillows all around.

I laid down first and James and Farhad quickly followed, James on my right and Farhad on my left. I put my arms around both of them as they put their heads on my chest facing the TV. We just laid there like that and watched the movie, all of us getting up to pee at different points in the movie. When the movie finished, James said he wanted to play a game.

"What game?" I asked.

"How about strip poker," he suggested.

I laughed and said, "I don't have any cards plus we've all seen each other naked before. I don't think that would be too exciting."

Then James said, "Ok how about truth or dare."

OH that little shit. I knew what he had in mind for our last night.

"Have you ever played that game before?" I asked Farhad.

"No but you guys can teach me," he replied.

James got up and turned off the lights and left the TV on and then came and sat down. Farhad was still lying next to me on our blanket bed with my arm around him, stroking his hair.

"You go first, James, truth or dare?" I asked,

"Dare," he said.

"I dare you to kiss Farhad on the lips," I said.

James smiled and went right over to Farhad and gave him a kiss like one would kiss their grandmother.

Well ok, I thought, it's a warm up.

James said truth or dare to me.

"Truth," I said.

"Is it true you love Farhad?" was his question.

"Of course it is," I said. "I love him every day and every night," and kissed Farhad on the cheek.

"Ok next," I said, "Farhad your turn."

He looked at James and said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," James said.

"I dare you to take off everything except your underwear," Farhad said.

I was shocked to hear my sweet Farhad say that and he said it with such a, almost sadistic tone to his voice.

James stood up and did a strip tease for us, first the shoes and socks, then the tee-shirt as he swung it around his head, then a slow pulling down of those nylon shorts. If anyone remembers those shorts, they weren't much bigger than regular white briefs in those days.

Once down to his undies, he said, Ok my turn." He gave me a challenging look and said, "Truth or dare?"

"Ok dare."

Now there was silence while he looked deep in thought. While he was deep in thought, I was deep in stare, looking at the bulge in his white briefs. I think something had grown a bit since the last time I saw him. I was thinking that his balls might even have dropped.

"Well?" I said.

"Ok wait," James said.

Finally he said, "This is a two part dare. First I dare you to go into your bedroom and wait until I tell you to come back."

Huh? I thought. "Are we playing truth or dare or hide and seek?" I said sarcastically.

"Are you going to do it or not?" James barked.

"Ok, ok, I'm going."

With that I got up, walked into my bedroom and sat down on my bed, wondering what that little rat was up to. Knowing him, I knew it was going to be sexual in some way or another and my cock grew to full strength. I heard some rummaging around out in the living room and finally I heard James say, "ok, you can come back now for the second part of your dare."

When I came back to the living room, everything was the same as I had left it. Farhad was still lying down and James was sitting by his feet, crossed legged with a big smile on his face.

"Ok so what's the part two of this dare, I enquired.

"Farhad has something hidden on him and your dare is to find it."

"What is it?" I said.

"I'm not telling," James said, "you just have to find it."

I looked at Farhad and he was half smiling up at me and not moving.

I started at his feet. I took off his right sneaker, and looked inside, I gave it a quick sniff and it smelled surprisingly good. I then took off his left one and did the same thing. Then I felt his foot and calf, pulling down the sock and off of his foot. I turned the sock inside out and there was nothing in there.

I did the same with the other sock and feeling his other calf. Nothing in there either. I went to the other end of him, I suppose saving the best for last. I ran my hands through his hair, thinking maybe something could be hidden in there. Nope. Ok, so now I sat him up and pulled his Tee-shirt over his head and felt through his tee-shirt, nothing.

My cock was aching now as the only place left was those tiny soccer shorts. I took a breath and started around the waistband, with my forefinger and thumb, running them around the waistband. I then patted them down on his upper thighs. Those type of shorts had no side pockets but did have a small pocket sewn into the waistband, just big enough for a house key. I went back to the waistband and lifted them up, looking into Farhad's shorts.

He had on white underwear just like James and I could see his bulge was growing. I reached my hand in slightly and found the little pocket at the waistband and squeezed it, nothing in there.

"Ok," I said, "nothing there. I guess I'd better check the shorts out more carefully."

I reached up and started to tug them down, Farhad lifted up his hips, helping me and I pulled them down his smooth legs and off of his ankles. I brought them up to my face for closer inspection. I could smell his boy scent coming from the inside of those shorts and my cock started to leak.

After carefully examining the shorts, I said, Well nothing here. I give up."

"There is one place you haven't looked yet," James said.

"Ok, you're right James," I said.

I looked Farhad in the face face with a sort of, is it ok for me to look in "there" type look. He gave me a half smile and I knew I had my green light. I laid down next to him on my side while he was laying face up.

I placed my right hand on his stomach at the top of the waistband of his white undies and slowly wiggled one finger under, then two and then slipped my entire right hand in. I stopped for a moment at the V spot on his lower stomach, feeling around for any fuzz or hair. There was none, smooth as silk.

Then I hit "it" sticking straight up, hard as a rock and it twitched when my fingers touched it. I heard a slight sigh from Farhad's mouth. While my hand was on Farhad's hard as a nail boy cock, I looked up at James and he was watching intensely. I could also see that his bulge had grown quite a bit in his underwear while he watched.

I slowly kept moving my hand farther in to Farhad's underwear, making my way to his balls. My right hand was completely covering his hard cock and my fingers were probing his ball sack and taint. Finally as I moved lower down his taint, almost to his sweet pucker, I hit something strange that didn't belong in there.

"I think I've found it!". I declared.

I pulled my hand out of Farhad's underwear and flipped him over and stuck my right hand down the back of his undies, my middle finger running down his crack to the base of his balls. I pulled my hand out and in my hand was a small glass marble.

"I found it," I announced triumphantly, holding up the marble.

Farhad and James both started laughing.

I thought what a lucky marble being down in there for so long. James had taken the marble from a dish I had on the dining table and used that as his prop.

What a clever boy, I thought. "Ok my turn," I said.

I looked at James and asked whether he chose a truth or dare.

James said, "Truth.

I looked at James and said, "Is it true that your 16yo neighbor is your boyfriend?"

James looked completely shocked and didn't answer.

Farhad quickly sat up and said, "What? You mean Andy?"

James looked a bit pissed off at me for asking that but then reluctantly said, "Yes, Andy is my boyfriend."

Farhad suddenly looked very sad.

"I thought I was your boyfriend," Farhad said in a sad voice.

"You're my best friend, Farhad," James said. "A best friend is different to a boyfriend. A best friend is someone I share things with and talk to and, he's more like a brother to me.

The look on Farhad's face was painful to see. His first broken heart and I had to hold back my tears. Farhad suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom and shut the door in a huff. James just looked at me with a sort of disgusted look.

"Why did you have to ask that for your truth question?"

I just sat there for a second and didn't answer him.

Sorry James, I said eventually, "it's my fault and I'll fix this right now."

I got up, walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Farhad, can I come in or can you come out? I want to talk to you please."

The bathroom door opened slowly and Farhad was wiping the tears from his face.

"Come on buddy, let's go and fix this problem. This is our last night together and I do not want this sad cloud hanging over our night to remember."

Farhad and I laid back down on our blanket bed and James was sitting at the edge of it.

"Would you let me be your boyfriend Farhad?" I asked him.

"But you're my big brother," he said.

I will be your big brother forever but maybe just for tonight; I can be your big brother AND your boyfriend."

He thought about it for a couple of seconds and then agreed. The sadness left his face and a small smile appeared.

"So what do boyfriend's do then?" he asked.

"They love each other, touch each other and make each other feel good, all over. Would you like to try that with me?" I asked him.

"OK," he said.

"Since we have all night, let's start slow ok?" I suggested.

I was still dressed in my gym shorts, underwear and Tee-shirt while Farhad was already down to his white undies.

"Let me get to my undies too before we start," I said, and with that I stripped off my Tee-shirt and gym shorts.

I laid down and motioned for him to come over to me. I pulled him on top of me and he stretched out completely on top of me, underwear to underwear, cock to cock, face close enough to my face so I could reach. I wrapped my arms around his back and began a slow kissing sequence on his face and neck. He started to grind his hips into me and my cock which had been hard, seemingly for hours started to leak.

I moved my kissing to his soft, small lips, first on the upper lip and then to the lower one and then taking both of his lips into my mouth. He started to breathe a bit heavier and the grinding into my hard cock became faster. Meanwhile, James was watching intensely and had put his hand into his underwear and was playing with his own cock. He laid down next to us, so his feet were above our heads and his head was near Farhad's butt between our legs.

I continued my kissing assault on Farhad's lips and whispered into his ear to open his mouth a little, he did. I started slowly with my tongue, first touching his lips with it and gently licking his upper and lower lips with my wet tongue and then gradually pushed my tongue into his slightly opened mouth.

I felt his teeth with my tongue, while he was still humping my hard and leaking cock with his hips. His erection was pushing into my hip bone like a hard little spike. James then slipped off his underwear and I glanced over at his package. His balls had dropped since the last time I saw him but his cock was only a bit bigger than it was before. He was stroking himself while moaning lightly. He then reached up and started to tug at Farhad's underwear and was pulling them off.

Farhad lifted his hips up and off went his undies. I lifted him up again and pulled mine off and he laid back down on me. Both of us naked now, we continued our kissing and I asked him to stick his little tongue out and touch my tongue with his. He giggled at first but then after a few seconds, he seemed to be getting into it and our tongues were tasting each other's. My cock was also leaking like a sieve.

Farhad lifted up his hips and looked down at his raging hard 3 inch [7.5 cm] cock and at mine. There was a big wet, gooey spot on my lower stomach where my pre-cum had made a puddle.

He said, "It's all sticky down there," and pointed.

"I know, its love liquid, you'll do that when you're older too. Go on and lie down again and put your dick there and rub it around, it feels really good, like the massage lotion I used on you before, remember?" I cajoled.

He positioned himself so his cock landed right in the "wet spot" on my lower stomach and started to move his hips in a circular motion, the head of his circumcised dick, was moving around in the gooey spot and he started to moan.

"Wow, that does feel good," he said, as he kept gyrating.

James meanwhile had started to feel in between my legs with his right hand, feeling my balls and squeezing Farhad's gyrating little butt with his left.

He then managed to pull my cock out and up so it was resting in Farhad's butt crack, while he was moving his dick around in the gooey mess on my lower stomach, my cock was being massaged by his soft, small butt, while James was still playing with my balls.

I was in heaven but I could feel a massive load starting to boil and had to stop before it was too late. I hoisted Farhad off of me and suggested we should take a 2 min. break.

I went and got a drink of water and came back and laid down on our blanket bed, James was still playing with his cock and Farhad was trying to get the gooey mess from my pre-cum off of his cock by using his white undies to wipe it off.

"It's ok," I said, "leave it there and I'll clean it for you."

I stood up and grabbed him around the waist, and turned him upside down. I hoisted his middle up level with my face and gently dropped us both down to the floor, lying down with his cock now in my mouth. I started to lick his cock and cleaned all of my pre-cum off with my tongue.

"That feels so good," he said.

I pushed his head down so it was just a few inches from my hard cock.

James grabbed my cock while still playing with his own and started a slow stroking motion, while Farhad just watched him doing this. After giving Farhad's cock a good tongue bath, I asked him if he could try on my cock what I had just done to his.

He first said he didn't think it would fit into his mouth but I said to try and maybe he could just get a little bit of it in and that would be fine.

He scooted himself down a bit and I could feel him breathing on it first and then I felt the head of my cock going in to his little mouth. Oh god, that was the best feeling in the world. He was so gentle and slow and soft with his touch.

I saw James give Farhad some assistance by putting his hand on the back of Farhad's head and guiding his head up and down. I felt James other hand playing with my balls again.

Farhad's sweet, tanned, soft butt was just inches from my face and his tight little pucker was staring at me. I knew what I had to do, before I blew my load, I had to taste it. I crept in slowly, bringing my nose in closer and closer an inch at a time. His boy scent was intoxicating. I was getting close to blowing a massive load and didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

I finally touched the tip of my nose to his little pucker. He squirmed when my nose touched it and as he squirmed my cock went into his mouth another inch or so. James was trading off between guiding Farhad's head up and down and playing with my balls while stroking his own cock.

Ok, I can't hold it much longer, I thought to myself and pulled my nose back and stuck out my tongue as far as it would go and rammed it into his sweet puckered butt-hole.

As I did this he squirmed and flinched and slipped off of me. I quickly rolled onto my left side, grabbing him hard by his little butt with my left hand and pulling his little body in tight with my right arm, against my cock and exploded my cum all over his stomach and his hard little cock. Rope after rope was violently shooting against his smooth tanned torso and crotch. I held him as tight as I could, humping obscenely against him.

"Oh god, oh god," I cried out loud. My cock continued to pump and twitch.

At the same time, I heard James let out a gasp and I looked over to see a small rope of cum shoot out of his cock and hit him in the stomach by his belly button.

Seems he can cum now, I thought.

When my violent convulsion finally subsided, I loosened my grip on Farhad's body and looked in between us. God what a mess. He was covered in my cum from his stomach to his V area to his cock and balls. There was also a large puddle on the blanket that was under us.

"Did you pee on me?" he asked.

"No buddy," I said, "I came on you. You remember I said love liquid, well that's how much I love you. You got all of it, and look at James, he made some too."

Farhad looked over at James and saw James running his fingers around his belly button, moving his cum around his stomach.

"Let's go get cleaned up, I proposed.

The three of us went into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. We all got in together, and I soaped both of them up and they both soaped me up. All of us still had raging hardons and it wasn't until we got out of the shower before they started to go down.

We all dried each other off and went back into the living room and all of us put our underwear back on and laid down. Farhad laid on my left and James on my right. They both put their heads on my chest and I kissed each of them on the top of their heads and we fell into a deep sleep.

***

The next morning, I was rudely awakened by the lobby door buzzer. I stumbled to the intercom and pressed the button.

"Hello?" I said.

It was Farhad's mother.

"Could you send the boys down please? I'm parked in a no parking zone and don't want to leave the car."

Shit, I thought, they were barely awake. I told her they were still sleeping and I'd have to wake them up and could she drive around the block once or twice and I'd send them down just asap.

"Hey Hey!!" I was yelling now, "come on guys, get up. Farhad, come on."

James started to wake but Farhad wasn't moving. I bent down and picked him up into my arms, cupping his butt and pulling his hard little cock into me. I started kissing him all over his face, neck and mouth.

"Come on sweetie, wake up."

Finally he slowly opened his eyes and gave me a sweet little smile. I put him down slowly so that his entire body brushed against my hard cock on the way down.

"You guys have 2 minutes to get dressed and go downstairs. Farhad's mother is here," I said.

Now the panic set in for both of them as they rummaged around for their soccer shorts, tee-shirts, socks and shoes. I got to hand it to them; they dressed in about 1 minute flat.

I looked at Farhad and told him with tears forming in my eyes that I couldn't cope with a long goodbye and to call me before he left for California and to keep in touch. He promised he would. I pulled them both into me, hugging, kissing them both on the lips and cheeks while cupping their respective little buns in my hands.

Farhad wouldn't let go.

"Come on buddy, you're mother is waiting."

I had to almost push him away from me and he was tearing up and so was I. I had to turn away.

I said to James, "Well maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"I hope so," he said.

I went to the front door, opened it and motioned for them to go. They did.

Suddenly, I felt more alone than I'd ever felt in my life and went into my room and crawled into my bed, curled up in a fetal position and completely broke down.

***

Ten years have gone by. I got two letters and a Christmas card from Farhad after he moved to California. Those were the days long before access to the internet or emails and long distance phone calls cost a fortune so we lost touch quickly. I finished college, found a good job and was working all the time. I moved into a condo that I was able to buy.

On this particular Saturday, I was walking around in the local shopping mall when I spotted a tall blond haired young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He was walking towards me with another young man. As they got closer, I realized it was James who I hadn't seen since that last day with Farhad. We got within a few feet of each other but he didn't recognize me.

I looked at him and said, "James? Is that you?"

He looked startled. He stared at me for a second and then said, "Oh my god," in a rather effeminate voice.

There had never been any doubt in my mind that James would grow up to be gay. He gave me a quick hug and asked how I was and if I had heard from Farhad. I said fine and I had not heard from him in many years. James then introduced his friend as his boyfriend Andy.

Ah so that was Andy," I thought.

"Well nice to meet you Andy, I said, "I heard about you a long time ago. Glad you two are still together."

Andy shook my hand but looked a bit confused at what I had just said. I told James it was nice to see him again and we walked off in opposite directions.

If I live to be 100, I will never forget that last night with Farhad and James.

The End