Chapter 97
It won't hurt you

It was a somewhat happy Bryan who accompanied his mum to see Dr Hansson Monday morning. He felt so ready to face any challenge head on now he knew Kieran loved him. Though the younger boy had been kind of vague when he had said he guessed he was in love with Bryan, the kisses the day before had been very clear. Later, in the evening, when they had sat talking on Skype, constantly being interrupted by Rowan, Kieran's older brother, Bryan had tried to get Kieran to say the words.

"You know, it won't hurt you. It isn't hard to say I love you."

"Okay. I love you. Is that what you want?"

"Kieran," Bryan rolled his eyes at the ignorant eleven year-old, "You can do it better than that."

"But, what's the point? I love you, I love you, I love you a thousand times and more."

"Put some feelings into it. Don't just say the words, mean them."

"I do mean them. I just can't say them differently. I love you, Bryan."

"Aw, how sweet, the little ones are in love," Bryan heard in his headset.

"Screw you Rowan. Go fuck your girlfriend and leave me alone."

"Who's the man in your relationship? Sorry, boy I mean."

"We're both boys in case you haven't noticed dimwit!"

"No, who gets to fuck who? Or do you take turns?"

"It's none of your business! Go to hell! Téigh go dtí ifreann do neamh ar mhaithe!"

"I'm going to tell mum you said that."

"I don't care. I'll tell her you think Bryan is gay then. I'll tell her you called him an aerach fuilteacha!"

Bryan heard a gasp.

"I never said that!"

"She'll believe me if I say you did. Leave us alone. You can talk to your girlfriend later… He's gone now Bryan. Sorry. He's a prick."

"What did you say you'd tell your mum he called me? Airlock what?"

Kieran laughed.

"No, not airlock, aerach fuilteacha!"

"What does that mean?"

"It's a degrading word for gay. Don't worry about it, he doesn't know we're fooling around."

"But he said…"

"Aye, he said. He might suspect something, but he doesn't know. I don't really care if he does anyway."

"Do you think he'd mind?"

"I don't know. I don't much care either."

"But, what if he was to tell his friends at school?"

"He won't. He'll only tease us every chance he got. He's probably jealous."

"Of what?"

"That my boyfriend is much better looking than his girlfriend."

"You can't compare a boy to a girl though."

"No, that's true. I'm not. I'm just saying I'd rather have you than his girlfriend."

"So, what about you wanting to try stuff with a girl?"

"Oh, I'd still try. But only so I'd be able to say it's a hundred times better having sex with you. Not that any girl would ever want to have sex with me. So, we're probably stuck with each other."

"I'd be thrilled to be stuck with you. But not only for sex. For proper love."

"There's that love stuff again. Can't we just be friends and have sex?"

"I want to hold hands with you and watch movies with you and just be with you. Share everything with you."

"We can do that. I don't know what it's like being in love. I'm not old enough for that probably. I do know I love spending time with you. And have sex with you. I really love it when I stick in you."

"So you're the one who fucks Bryan! I knew it!" Bryan could hear Rowan triumphing in the background.

"Go to HELL, Rowan! I hate you."

"Aw, wee bro, don't say that. I'm sorry."

"You should say that to Bryan too."

"I'm sorry Bryan! I truly am. But, Kieran, tell me, what does it feel like to fuck someone in the arse? Is it as nice as they say?"

"I'm not gonna tell you! Go fuck your girlfriend, what's her name, Tricia? Go fuck her in the arse and see for yourself."

"No, Tricia was three months ago. I'm seeing Monica now. But no one will let me do them in the rear hole."

"Tough luck for you! Go away!"

"Bryan, can I fuck you too? I'll be real gentle."

"Rowan, you can't fuck Bryan. He's my boyfriend. Not yours. He'll only have sex with me. Get the fuck out. Jesus Christ! Bryan, I'll call you on the phone. Gimme two mins."

Kieran ended the video call then and went offline. It was quite a bit longer than two minutes later when Bryan heard his phone ring and vibrate on his desk.

"So, is he gone now?" Bryan asked as he picked it up.

"Yeah, well, I left the house. I'm in the street now, walking. Sorry about my brother."

"Did he really ask me if he could fuck me? Really?" Bryan was still stunned of what he had heard.

"Yes. You're not going to let him are you?"

"Noooo. I'm in love with you. Not your older brother. I'm kinda flattered though."

"Bah, forget him. He'll do most anything to get into someone's panties. I didn't think he'd ever go for one of my friends. That's creepy."

"He wouldn't just try to do anything with me?"

"If you say no, I don't think he'll push you. He'd probably keep asking hoping you'd change your mind, but he wouldn't just like rape you. But, I guess if you do want to try him you can. Just don't forget about me, eh?"

"Nah, Kieran. I love you, not your brother. I already told you."

"You could still fool around with my brother. I won't mind. Long as it isn't too often though."

"Kieran, are you trying to get me to agree to let your brother fuck me?"

"No, not really. Well, I mean, it might get him to shut up about me and you. It's up to you if you want to or not. All I'm saying is I really wouldn't mind if you let him. Once. Or twice perhaps."

"Even if you won't admit to it, you are trying to talk me into it."

"Okay. Alright, I am. Rowan asked me to ask you. So I did. Sorry, Bryan. You don't have to if you don't want it."

"I'll consider it. But I only love you. Not your big brother."

"That's what I hoped you'd say. I'll still love you even if you say yes to him. Also if you say no. It would only make my life simpler if you said yes."

"How so?"

"He'd stop trying to eavesdrop on all of our conversations. Might even get him to tell my parents that he doesn't need the computer in the living room. He has a laptop, y'know? In his room, so he really doesn't need the other one to talk to his girlfriends. He could just use his own. But if he told my parents he doesn't need the pc, then I could probably have it in my room. We'd be able to talk more privately over skype."

"So if I let Rowan stick it in my bum, you'll get the pc. That's why you want me to do it?"

"No! I don't care about the pc. Not so much that I'd ask you to do something you really won't. Oh, just forget all of it. I'll deal with Rowan some other way."

"No, Kieran. I won't forget it. I'll do it! I'll do it for you."

"Really? That's fantastic, Bryan! That's why you're my boyfriend. Because you care about others, not just yourself."

"I do love you though. I'd rather just have sex with you, but if letting Rowan fuck me a couple of times will get him to ease up on you, it's a small price to pay. But, I'll only do it on two conditions. One, He has to wear a condom and use lubrication both times and two, he'll only ever get to fuck me twice. He's never to ever ask again or even hint about we've ever done it."

"I think I can make him agree to that."

"Well, tell him if he doesn't, he won't get to fuck me at all. And if he keeps bugging either you or me, I'll tell my dad he's trying to bully me into having sex with him. That won't be pretty."

"I'll make sure he knows. I know you mean it when you say it."

"You're damn right I mean it. Oh, and this is for you Kieran. Don't ever think about getting me to let anyone else bum me. If you do, you'll be the one answering to my dad."

"Oh, Bryan! I'd never do something like that. I just didn't know what to do about my brother."

"I understand. And don't worry Kieran, I still love you even if you set me up for your brother."

"I love you too, Bryan. I really do."

This time Bryan could hear Kieran meant it, really meant it when he said he loved him.

Chapter 98
The new competitor

That's why Bryan was somewhat happy going to see Dr Hansson with his mum that Monday morning. He was really happy Kieran had finally said he loved him and said it from the bottom of his heart. He would have been a lot happier if his morning ritual of cleaning out his bottom had been for the younger brother's sake and not for the older brother. He didn't have to look out the back window to know his bicycle was strapped on to the rack. He had put it there himself. His mum had agreed to let him bike from Lifton to Stowford to spend some of the day at the Byrne residence.

First, they had to see the GP, but it was only a brief ten minutes for allowing his mum to check out the man and sign a form allowing Bryan to get officially registered at the surgery. Bryan's mum went to the hospital after the visit while Bryan went in the other direction, back towards his home. He made a left turn and went down the long narrow road towards Stowford.

It's really nice going downhill, but I totally hate the trip back home. It's uphill all the way.

Bryan ignored the big white SLOW letters painted on the tarmac as he literally flew downhill. He pedalled all he could, enjoyed the sensation in his stomach as he kept pushing his cycle ever faster down the 750 meters [½ mile] long road. The wind made him tear up and with a blurred vision he rode right up in front of the house where he knew both Byrne brothers was home and waiting for him to arrive. With squealing brakes he tamed his iron horse to a complete and abrupt stop.

He was locking his bike when the front door opened and Kieran looked out at him.

"Y'know, with brakes like that, you'll never have to ring the doorbell."

"I know. It needs new brake pads I think. It's driving me mad."

"Rowan told me to send you to his room. He doesn't want me in there when… Actually he told me to go listen to music while you and him, y'know… Fuck."

"It would be a little strange doing it with you in the same room. He's clear about the conditions?"

"Oh yes. Told me he finally got to use the lube they handed out at the youth centre in Swansea. He even had a shower this morning."

"This is kind of weird. I feel like a prostitute."

"Just have fun. He has a big one. I can't wait until mine gets so big. Look at it this way, you'll get to see what awaits you in a year or two."

"Hah, you wish. Oh well, I'll see you after I guess."

"Yep. Just come to my room. You'll hear where it is. I'm going to listen to Metallica on full blast."

Bryan saw Kieran walk to his bedroom and shut the door. It wasn't long until Enter Sandman could be heard, quietly at first then Kieran really cranked up the volume.

Bryan knocked at Rowan's door, loudly, just as the drums kicked in. He opened the door without waiting for a reply from within the room. He wouldn't have been able to hear it if Rowan was to tell him to enter. The older brother sat on his bed, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He smiled nervously at Bryan and beckoned him in. Bryan shut the door after he entered, which didn't lower the volume of the music from Kieran's room next door by much.

"Sorry. I don't know why he doesn't go deaf from listening to that kind of crap music so loudly. I can go tell him to turn it down a little. I just don't want him to listen to us while we do it. Oh, thanks by the way. I've always wanted to fuck someone in the arse but none of my girlfriends have ever wanted to try it. I never would've thought Kieran would beat me to something, but he told me he's fucked you. Did he, really?"

Bryan nodded.

"In the arse? Properly?"

Bryan nodded again.

"Did you clean it? There's no chance of me getting shit all over my bed?"

"I did. You won't get poo on it, maybe lube though. You do have lube?"

"Yeah, I got lube. I don't know how good it is though, I got it for free. Astro-glide. It feels great wanking with it."

Bryan shrugged, hadn't heard of it, but as long as it was slicker than spit and wasn't soap or body lotion it had to be fine.

"You got condoms too?"

"Yes. I've had two condoms in my wallet ever since I was your age. Though, not the same ones of course. I don't know why, but I'm a bit nervous. I've fucked plenty of girls but never a boy. In fact, other than wanking once with Kieran, to show him how to do it, I've never done anything with a boy."

Bryan nodded. As he wanted to just get it over with he started undressing. Small-talking with a half-naked Rowan wasn't exactly his idea of having fun. He quickly got down to his boxers and without looking at the sixteen year-old he pushed them down and off his legs.

"You're a bit small, aren't you Bryan? Never mind, that's not what I'm interested in anyway. Turn around, don't be shy. Show me what you have."

Bryan blushed a little more than he already had as he slowly turned to face away from Rowan. He felt like a piece of meat being inspected by a potential customer.

"Your arse is on the small size too. Shit, I don't know if I can fuck you, I'm not small like Kieran."

"I've had big ones in me. I think I'll survive you fucking me."

"Well, have a look before you get too confident."

Bryan turned to see Rowan wank his 7½" [19 cm] dick. It would be uncomfortable taking it deep, but compared to Charley's it was a child's toy. Still he didn't want to hurt Rowan's feelings so he told the boy he had a big one. Which it really was.

"I still think I can manage. Just go a bit slow at first."

"Don't worry. I've gotten lots of compliments from my girls. Even some who were virgins told me they had a really nice time afterwards. Uh, do you need to prepare your arse or do I just slick up my dick and slip it in?"

"Since you want to do this with a girl at some later time, if you can ever get one to agree to it, why don't I show you how I prepare my bum hole while I tell you how?"

"That's a great idea. Thanks Bryan."

"Okay, the best way is to have the one you wish to fuck, be it a girl or boy, prepare themselves. Have them put on a bit of lube on their finger and tell them to gently work it into their bum. They need to relax as much as they can or it can hurt some. It doesn't really matter how they sit or lay as long as they can reach back with a hand. I like to either lay on my back and pull my legs back or squat low and do it like that. Where's your lube?"

"Here."

Bryan looked at the square satchel Rowan handed him. It looked more like a condom wrapper, but as he squeezed it in between his fingers he could tell there was a liquid inside, not a condom. He tore a corner off it, and squeezed a small dollop of the clear gooey gel onto the tip of his index finger.

"You don't want them to put too much onto the finger, it'll only make it much messier than it has to be. Just enough to cover the tip in a decent layer. Oh, a girl should probably be more careful since she'll likely have long finger nails. That can hurt back there."

Bryan spoke from experience. It wasn't always his partners kept their finger nails as neatly trimmed as he did. The nails on all his fingers were always cut very short, apart from those on his index fingers. They were a millimetre longer, only enough to be able to dig out the most troublesome boogers from his nostrils. It was of course a quite different orifice he was about to put his finger inside right then.

"Scoot over a little, let me lay on the bed so you can see what I do. Aye, I know it's probably not the most interesting sight for a straight kid to watch another boy put a finger into his bum."

"It's for educational purposes. I'll live."

"Okay, you have them gently place their finger just behind their bum hole. Like so. Then push it against their bum while they curl the finger a bit. The tip of it will start to dip into the hole and if they relax enough it'll be real easy for them to push it in to the first knuckle. Then they should put on a little more lube and do the same a couple of times. It'll push some of it inside the hole every time they do it. Remind them to put some around the edges of their anus too. That's the bum hole. About half an inch around their anus should be lubricated.

"Since your willy is a bit on the big side, thick I mean, you'll want them to use at least two of their fingers in their bum and be able to move them freely in and out of it. That's when their hole will be about ready for your willy, if you're able to put it in really nice and easy. If you can't do that, then they should probably work in a third finger too. That way your willy won't feel too large for their bum holes. My fingers are kind of small, so I'll use three now. It's been a while since I've had a big one inside my bum too.

"You can put the condom on your willy now. Let me see how you do it, I actually haven't seen anyone put one on yet."

It was kind of cool for Bryan to see how Rowan rolled on the black latex-free condom. He skinned back his foreskin, it was much looser than Bryan's, and used two fingers on one hand to hold it back while he placed the still rolled up condom on top of his dick. It looked a bit like the older boy was putting a hat on his dick, but it was only momentarily as he unrolled more of it over his thick seven and a half incher [19 cm]. It went all the way down to the wiry red pubic hair. The hair covered not only the pubic bone but also about a quarter of the way up his thick shaft.

"Right, that looks to be okay. Now you put a little of the lube on your willy, don't worry too much about covering it all, just the head should be fine. Uh, how do you want to fuck me?"

"I'd like to do it doggy-style. With your bum hanging out over the side of the bed so I can stand behind you. I love watching that in porn vids."

"Okay. Only remember, don't just shove it in there, you can really hurt someone if you do that. Do it nice and gentle and make sure you get the angle just right too. Have the person you're going to fuck guide it in, like this. No, move closer, I can't reach your willy from there. Where is it? Oh, okay, there it is. Wait, I need to get up a little higher. There, try pushing a little, easy. Okay, you can push a bit harder than that, well if you want it to go inside, that is. Right, don't move now. Let me move back onto it."

Bryan gasped as he once again felt the familiar sensation of a big cock spear into his bum hole. Beau's dick hadn't been as large as the one entering him now, but as he was in full control now, it was much easier to handle. Still, his anus complained about having to stretch more than it had gotten used to over the past two years. He wasn't about to let up, he had done this before and he could do it again. He only had to get the head in, but that was the toughest part too.

With a determined push back onto the large dick it finally broke through the barrier and sunk about 3 inches [7 cm] into his bum. It was more than he had bargained for, and he quickly moved forwards so only the head of the large dick remained inside of him. He gasped air in and out quickly, like had he been in labour and felt the pain slowly dissipate.

"Now, you wait for a minute or two while the one you've just put your willy into gets used to having it inside of them. When they're ready, you can push a little and put more of it inside."

"Right, I think I know what to do from now. That's just like fucking a girl the normal way. Just, uh, sit there while I finish."

Bryan could feel Rowan put his large hands on his narrow hips and caress him. Not long after that, the older boy started pushing more of his dick into the tight bum. Bryan might have enjoyed the ride more if it wasn't for the boy treating him like he was a girl. Not only did he moan the name Monica repeatedly, he also reached down and played with Bryan's small tits. Even painfully massaged his boy breasts that surely couldn't be anything like those of the girl, he was evidently pretending to be fucking in the arse.

Bryan had expected Rowan to finish quickly since it was the older boy's first time to fuck someone in the bum. Bryan had heard the experience of bum fucking was supposedly much better than fucking a girl in her vagina, still Rowan seemed to just go on and on. The young boy listened to the groans from behind him and Metallica playing in the other room. Apparently Kieran had put the songs on repeat as when the The Struggle Within stopped, Enter Sandman started back up again.

When Nothing Else Matters was about halfway through Bryan was still being fucked quite intensely. As the dying notes of the song left the speakers in Kieran's room to move through the rather thin wall to Rowan's room and poke at Bryan's eardrums, so did the sperm finally leave Rowan's balls and ended up trapped inside the reservoir of the condom. Bryan was glad he had only agreed to being fucked twice by the older boy. If he always fucked for a full hour and a half it was no wonder why he was popular with the girls.

And that's probably why they'll never let him fuck them in the bum either!

Even with all the being treated like a girl, it hadn't been a solely dreadful experience to Bryan. He'd orgasmed thrice, even if he had promised himself prior to going to Rowan's bed that he wouldn't orgasm at all.

Who would've known Rowan could fuck for so long and so controlled? Shit! Next time, he'll have to re-lube me about halfway through though.

Rowan left a roll of toilet paper for Bryan before he quickly left his bedroom, probably to go to the bathroom. After Bryan got rid of most of the lube inside his bum by straining into a handful of toilet paper he quickly but no less carefully wiped the outside of his bum. He got dressed and went to Kieran's bedroom. He walked right in and quickly adjusted the volume slider from 9 to a more reasonable 2 on the young boy's stereo. Only then did Kieran notice Bryan had entered his room.

"How did it go?"

"It went."

"Was it nice?"

"Okay."

"Okay? Was it better than when I do it?"

"It isn't a competition Kieran."

"So he did better!"

"Kieran! It was different. Okay, yes it was bloody awesome, but it'll never be better than doing it with you. I love you and you love me. Your brother just wanted a hole to fuck. He has a truly magnificent willy. And he fucking knows how to use it. He just didn't care about me. Oh yes, he was thankful and all, but he didn't fuck me to make us both feel nice. It was all about him. That's the difference and that's why it'll always feel better when you fuck me."

"So it wasn't exactly awful getting fucked by his humongous dick?"

"Don't tell him I said this, but I've been fucked by one with an even bigger willy than your brother's. He didn't fuck as nice as Rowan, though. God Almighty, I've not been fucked like that ever before. He never stopped fucking from the time I let him take over until he finished. Not one little break, he just kept moving in and out. Well, he changed the tempo a lot, but holy fuck, I hope I'll be only half as good as him when my willy grows big."

"I'm glad it wasn't me he fucked. That would be incest too. Gross! But I wouldn't want to be fucked for so long."

"Maybe one day I can fuck you like that so you can see what it's like for yourself. When I'm bigger down there."

"I hope you won't grow too big. Not like my brother or my dad. He's got a bloody huge one."

"You've seen your dad's stiffy?"

"Once. I walked in on them, my parents, in their bedroom. I was only six but I'll never forget that dick of his."

"You do know what that means?"

"What?"

"You'll likely grow up to have a bloody big willy too."

"NICE!"

Bryan wasn't so quick to agree that being nice, but on a second thought he knew he'd only grow to like Kieran's dick if it got to be the size of his brother's, or even bigger.

My bum will get used to it as it grows. It'll only make it much harder to give him a deep-throat blowjob. But maybe my throat can adapt too?

Chapter 99
The presentation

Bryan and Kieran had enjoyed a 69 together after Rowan had finally vacated the bathroom. Bryan had to wash his dick before Kieran could suck on it. Not long after they had finished Bryan told his boyfriend he'd see him on the bus the next morning and headed back home. It took much longer to ride his bicycle up the long and fortunately not very steep hill, than it had done traversing it in the other direction.

His mind shifted from the long fuck and equally as pleasant 69 afterwards to the upcoming events. His mum had already prepared his school uniform for the next day, it was ready for him to put on after his morning ritual. Even his shoes had been polished to a degree that would make a Royal Guard drill sergeant nod approvingly at them. His mum hadn't done the actual polishing, that had been Bryan's doing. She had however acted much like a drill sergeant and made him polish them over and over until she was happy.

"It simply won't do for you to show up in your new pristine school uniform and ruin the image by wearing dusty and muddy shoes. First impressions, Bryan. Remember that. Always wear a smile and freshly polished shoes and the world will embrace you. You'll see."

Most likely it'll chew me up and spit me out. But maybe Launceston College will prove me wrong.

When he returned to his home, he called his mum to let her know he had made it back home safely and would stay in until she came home. He spent the rest of the afternoon watching the first of the Lord of the Ring movies. Well, if you really must know, he managed to watch the first half, then fell asleep only to wake up at the very end.

The next morning, the Willowsby family was up bright and early. His mum fussed about Bryan, his dad not much better. They insisted to take pictures of Bryan, posing with and without his schoolbag, outside and inside.

"We'll have the best one printed and framed," his mum told him.

He didn't know if it was a promise or a threat, but eventually they both left for work. Bryan had an hour to spend before getting onto his bike and head to Lewdown where he'd get on the bus. He knew both of the Byrne brothers would be waiting at the stop too.

I can still feel his huge stiffy in my bum. I don't think my sphincter has returned to normal yet.

He had rinsed out his bum again that morning. Old habits die hard, as some will tell you, Bryan would probably agree to that. He had no reason whatsoever to give himself an enema that very day other than it felt nice and he could be sure he wouldn't have to use the facilities at school other than for peeing. The latter alone would be enough for most kids to give themselves an enema as most will be able to tell you that school bogs are about the filthiest places on the planet.

He was ready to leave. Now, that he was up and awake he hated wasting time doing nothing but wait. Yet, that morning of a new school term starting, there was nothing to do.

If only I had Walter now, I could be walking him. I'll have to put on my school uniform as the last thing before leaving once he's here. It wouldn't do getting a ton of dog hair on it before going to school.

Bryan went to his room and found a piece of paper. He quickly made a timetable for his mornings as they would be after Walter joined their family. 6:00 sharp he'd be awaken by his dad. 6:05 pee, 6:06 change into play clothes, 6:10 eat breakfast.

Oy, what about Walter?

6:09 feed Walter, 6:10 eat breakfast. 6:30 walk Walter. 7:15 shower/enema, 7:45 put on uniform.

Shit there's not enough time. I have to have time for my hair too. Maybe I should start from the other end?

Bryan sniggered at his proposal when he realised the double meaning.

I have to be at the bus stop not a second later than 8:05 as that is when the bus leaves. Better be there five minutes early, just in case. So 8:00 at the stop. It takes 10 minutes to get there by bike. If I don't rush. If I ride like a madman I'd get there in 6 minutes, but I can't count on being able to do that all of the time. No, better make it 10 minutes even.

Unless Bryan was ready to get up at the same time as his parents, there just wasn't enough time in the morning to do all the things he wanted to. If he was to get up at 5:30 AM, he had to be sleeping by 7:30 PM, which would mean he'd have to go to bed before even eating dinner. If he was to follow his new GPs advice of sleeping ten hours per night.

He said 9-10 hours. If I make it nine hours, I'll have to be sleeping by 8:30. That's still much too early, that's when I talk to Kieran on Skype.

He looked at the timetable again, wishing he had just used his laptop to create it on.

"CRAP! I'm late."

Bryan quickly left his timetable on his desk, flew down the stairs only stepping on every third of them, put on his coat and flung the schoolbag onto his back. At least he hadn't taken off his shoes after his mum had finished tormenting him by taking his picture. Never minding the dust he kicked up he ran to his bicycle and started off on the 1.2 km [¾ mile] trip to the bus stop. He cycled as if he was a sprinter in one of the major bicycle races, and made it to the stop just as the school bus entered the lay-by.

"Hi Bryan. What kept you? You nearly missed the bus," Kieran told him as he sat down on the seat next to his boyfriend.

He fumbled with the lap belt while he tried to get his breathing and racing heart under control. He was about to give up on the stupid good-for-nothing-poor-excuse-for-a-proper seat belt when Kieran with no effort at all took over and got him buckled in.

"I lost track of time and suddenly it was three to eight. I made it from my room to the bus in eight minutes flat."

"Heh, imagine if you'd been late on your first day of term. I wonder how many afterschool detentions that would be."

"Don't even speak about ASDs. I've no time for such things when Walter comes. If I have to stay at school for an hour, I'll miss the school bus and would have to get on the coach. Or go to my mum at the hospital. I'd be home at much the same time as she would anyway. And in as much trouble either way."

"At least you have your mum nearby."

"It is convenient. But no more talking about you know what. I can't wait to see what our new school is like."

It proved to be chaotic at best to the three new pupils who knew no one else at the large college. The two younger ones followed Rowan until he shooed them away.

"It'll wreck my rep if you follow me around like that," he told them.

When the two younger boys were left standing in a sea of moving pupils, Bryan had an idea.

"Let's go to our house. There must be someone we can ask there."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, it's over this way."

There were four houses on the school premises, but not four buildings for them. There were several more buildings, but the 'houses', or home bases for the pupils where only in two of them. One on each floor of the two-floor buildings. Trevithick house, the one both Kieran and Bryan belonged to, was on the first floor and other pupils were walking there along with the two boyfriends. It seemed to be where they were to meet, as they never had to ask anyone for help.

Bryan and Kieran separated again, after agreeing to eat lunch together if possible, and they walked to where their respective years were assembling. Bryan was pleased to see that while there were some boys much larger than him, there were also boys his size. He'd not be the smallest kid in his year again. The girls, less important to Bryan, were of varying sizes too, not only height but also chest size.

It was a fair mix of prepubescent and recently started puberty kids of both genders. All of them would be turning 13 sometimes during this school year, except for Bryan, who'd not only be the first to celebrate his birthday of the lot, he'd also turn fourteen. The first day at his new school, Bryan had to familiarize himself with the layout of the school, new year-mates and new teachers.

The first morning they spent in their house, divided into groups of 3s and 4s where they had to make a 15 minute long presentation telling the rest of the year what they had been doing during their summer holidays. The other members of Bryan's group knew each other from the year before and they were genuinely interested in getting to know Bryan. His dialect gave away the fact he wasn't from around the boring south-west of England, something they found exciting.

When he told them he had moved into an old country house, a ruin nonetheless, things got even more interesting. The boy and two girls were nice to chat with as they got to know a bit more about each other and started brainstorming what would be most interesting for the other kids to hear. With Bryan in the group they had more than ample information, it made Bryan very uneasy when he realized most of the available time for their presentation was to be about him.

"Uh. It doesn't seem fair to you guys if we only talk about me. Surely you've done something interesting too?" He tried.

The other three kids quickly dismissed that motion. One had been on holidays on the Canary Islands, but it wasn't worthwhile talking about that when Bryan was so more interesting. No, they'd spend two minutes on each of the three other members, then the rest of the time would be spent on talking about Bryan. That meant a full nine minutes would be all about him.

"Don't worry, Bryan. You won't have to talk all the way through. It isn't like that, at all. It's us who has to talk about you for nine minutes. It'll be a breeze," one of the girls told him.

What Suzy said didn't make Bryan feel more comfortable. He hated being talked about. He would much prefer to be all but forgotten rather than dragged into the spot light. It would only make all his flaws apparent to everyone. He didn't understand that the positive sides of him far outdid any negative things, if one could find anything negative to say about him. Someone other than himself of course. His lack of self-esteem kept him from objecting any further however. If the majority of the group wanted to speak about him, then so be it.

I wonder if I can be excused to go use the facilities when it's our turn.

He wasn't to get off so easily however. After Bryan's group had made their presentation everybody in year 8 knew who Bryan Willowsby was and a lot of kids wanted to know more about him. Many of the girls and a great deal of the boys realized Bryan would be popular at school and thought if they'd be able to make friends with him, some of the popularity would inevitably pass onto them as well.

At lunch, after politely having declined a large number of lunch invitations he sat down next to Kieran in the canteen. He sighed feeling frustrated.

"How's your day, Kieran?"

"Okay. We've spent some time getting to know each other. How's yours?"

"We did the same. But now everybody wants to talk to me and won't leave me alone."

"You have to enjoy being popular. I bet a lot of those in your year wonder why you're sitting here with a lowly year 7."

"Them about that. I don't care. A lot of them seem rather superficial. I'm not used to all the attention and I don't much like it."

"I bet a lot of girls want to be your girlfriend. Oh, don't give me that look. You make them turn their heads. I even noticed some of the year 9s look at you. Not just girls either."

"Oh stop it."

"No, I won't. I mean, what's not to like about you? You've got that almost bright white blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a cute button nose with a small splash of freckles, perfect white teeth. You're dressing sharp, not one hair is out of order. Yet, you're sitting here sulking."

"If you're trying to make me feel any better, you're not."

"I wish I was more like you, well, that I looked more like you, maybe I'd be more popular too."

"Kieran, you look perfect!"

"Me? A carrot head? Suuure."

"To me you are perfect. I don't want all the others, I'm perfectly happy having you."

"Well, it won't be too bad for me to hang around with you. But, you need to make some friends in your year. I need to make some in mine too. Should be easier now that everybody sees we're talking."

"I don't mind if you get friends just because we're mates. BFs."

"Don't say that here. I'm sure one of those girls over there reads our lips. See how she's looking over here and then turns her head to say something to the rest and then looks straight back at us."

"Kind of scary. It's like we're at the zoo and we're the main attraction," Bryan said.

"Shit, you are right, they're all laughing at what I just said," he continued.

"Only talk when you hold the fork up in front of your mouth or take a drink from your bottle. That'll make her stop."

"It's like the gossip express that table. And that one over there seems to be the outcasts. Over there are the jocks."

"And there's the geeks. I wonder where we'll fit in."

"None of those places. I'll keep having lunch with you, if you want to be my recurring lunch date?"

"I'd be honoured to eat at this fine establishment with you in my presence, Sir Bryan."

"Oh shut it. If there was such a thing as a Sir anything Willowsby it would be my father. We're not part of the nobility any longer. Haven't been for like two hundred years. One of my ancestors married a commoner. She had to renounce her right to the title before she could. Now, that's true love right there."

"So there used to a lady Willowsby and a Sir Willowsby?"

"Right. Back when the manor was fully recognized by the nobility. Some old king gave my ancestor the land and he built the Willowsby Manor. I've seen some of the paintings from back then. There was a very large and very nice garden around the manor. My parents want to bring some of it back to what it was, if they can get the planners to agree to it. They'll need to provide evidence on what it looked like and then it has to be made to look exactly the same. I might be enlisted to help my mum dad figure it out."

"That sounds cool. I'd help if I knew how."

"Oh, we'll probably need all the help we can get. But it won't be for the longest time. It's much more important to restore the rest of the manor itself. Then we'll start on the garden."

"Right."

Chapter 100
Dicky torture

Bryan, as well as most the other pupils in his English class, had hoped there wouldn't be any schoolwork that first day. Their teacher thought otherwise and told them to read the first chapter of the book they had gotten and write a 500 words essay on it. It was to be handed in two days later. They also got schoolwork from their maths teacher in the next class. Bryan did away with the maths assignments before he even left the school premises. Three days of the week he'd go to the schoolwork club, Wednesday he was to attend the sports club and there were no afterschool clubs on Fridays.

The school hours stopped at 3 PM, and afterschool clubs began at 3:15 PM and ended at 4:30 PM. At precisely 4:45 PM the school busses would leave with or without pupils. It would drop off Bryan at 5:10 PM and he'd walk in the door at 5:20 PM. About 15 minutes later his mum would arrive home. His dad would most of the time join the rest of the family just as they were ready to have dinner, though sometimes he'd not be home until Bryan was about to go to bed. More infrequently his dad would be home when Bryan returned from school. Those days Doug would work from home and stop working when Bryan made it home.

That was the schedule Bryan had to keep for the next eight weeks until the half-term break. A week later, it would all resume right up until the Christmas break.

Bryan still had to work out his morning schedule, which was the first order of business as he returned from school that first day. Right after changing out of his uniform. He looked at the piece of paper he so hurriedly had to leave behind that morning. He had to cut down on the time he spent in front of the mirror grooming his hair. It was either that or get up earlier which he really didn't want. He could have shortened Walter's morning walks, but he wasn't going to do that.

It would be cruel to Walter. He needs to get his exercise, it's going to be some long days for him being home alone as it is.

There. I'll just have to make do with 15 minutes getting my hair under control. It must be doable.

He told his laptop to print a hard copy of the timetable and dashed downstairs to switch on the laser printer in the corner of the lounge his dad had declared his home office. Then went to the kitchen to show it to his mum.

"This looks impressive, Bryan. What's the asterisk?"

"Uh, personal things. You know, stuff that you do in the bathroom?"

"Number twos, you mean?"

"Well, yes. In a way."

It isn't lying! Enemas are just high-speed number twos. Or high-pressurized.

"Bryan, bodily functions aren't anything to be embarrassed of. We all do number two. Even the Queen."

"I'll just leave it with the asterisk."

"Suit yourself. I'm glad to see you'll spend longer walking Walter than you'll spend in front of the mirror. It's not that I keep time, but last time I noticed you spent almost forty minutes. It's only your hair. I don't spend as long putting on makeup and fixing my hair."

"I just want it to look perfect."

"And it does. Even when you don't spend forty minutes putting wax in it. Well, I think your schedule looks solid. Well, in winter you may have to spend longer to get to the bus than 15 minutes, but I guess you know this already."

"Yes. I'll adjust it accordingly."

"Will you be a dear and ring dad? Ask him if he's coming home or if he wants me to leave his dinner on the stove."

"Okay," Bryan said.

He only made it halfway up the stairs when he heard his mum call out to him.

"Never mind, Bryan. His car is here now."

"I'm dead tired, Kieran."

"Me too. I hope every day won't be like this."

The boys were skyping, both of them yawning. Bryan hadn't bathed that night just quickly showered to get rid of the wax in his hair. With a shower in the morning, there was no real need for a long bath either.

"Are you stretching your skin?" The younger boy wanted to know. He could tell Bryan was doing something to himself and it didn't look like he was fapping.

"Uh-huh. I have to do it twice a day."

"Can I see?"

"Sure."

Kieran had moved the pc to his room, at least that part of the bargain had held up even if Rowan hadn't yet fucked Bryan for the second and last time. Bryan had to adjust the display lid of his laptop a little, the built-in webcam was somewhat adjustable but not enough to point it directly at his bits without closing the lid a bit. He could still see Kieran, even with the laptop half closed like it was and as they were talking, not typing, he didn't need to use the keyboard. He got back to stretching his foreskin.

"Doesn't it hurt when you do that?"

"Nuh-uh. Only if I do it too hard."

Bryan had put just the tips of both his little fingers inside the tightest part of his foreskin. It was a 3-4mm tight unyielding band that he tried to stretch. The hole he had his fingertips ledged into was only around 1.5cm [½ inch] in diameter. Even if he had been stretching it for almost a week now, he wasn't able to tell any difference yet.

"It doesn't look like much fun."

"It's kind of boring, really. Wanking isn't going to stretch it, only if I hold on real tight and yank the foreskin back over the head but it doesn't feel nice then. And Dr Hansson told me it could make more scar tissue that I'd never be able to stretch."

"What then? If it doesn't stretch?"

"I'll have to get it cut off."

"What? Your dick?!"

"No! Not all of it. Just the skin that's too tight. I don't want that though."

"Oh, I thought it was all of it."

"You're just as bad as my dad now. The other day he said he wanted to cut off me nuts."

"Well, your mum wants you to be a girl. So, maybe that's the plan. Maybe she gave you something to make your skin too tight. Like a poison or something. So your dick eventually shrinks up completely and falls off."

"I don't think so. That isn't possible anyway. Besides I'm quite happy being a boy, thank you very much!"

"I'm quite happy you are one too. So how long are you going to sit there fiddling with your dicky?"

"I gotta do it at least 10 minutes in the mornings and now."

"For how long?"

"As long as it takes. I'm going to see Dr Hansson again in three weeks."

"He just wants to see your dick!"

"Nooo! He's not one of those."

"How can you be so sure?"

"'Cuz he didn't get all excited when I popped a stiffy when he examined it last time."

"You got a boner while a strange guy touched your dick?"

"It wasn't because it felt nice. It just happened. You get stiffies for no reason too I bet."

"Well. Yes, I get them all the time. I got one now."

"There you go, see? I'm not the only one getting stiffies."

"This is different though. I'm watching my boyfriend torture his dicky. I wish I could do that for you."

"Torture my willy? Thanks, but no thanks."

"Argh, not torture it, help you stretch it. So you can get better."

"I'm not ill. It isn't like it's hurting me. Only when I like pull it all the way back and leave it there."

"Oh. I have to remember that so I don't do it when I suck it."

"Now, see what you done?"

"I didn't do that, I only said I had to be careful when I suck it."

"Well, it heard you and now it wants to be sucked. Want to wank? I can't stretch it so easily when it's stiff like this."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"That was great Bryan. We've got to do this every night. Anyway, when is it you get Walter?"

"Not until 10 AM on Saturday."

"Well, my parents are going out Friday night, want to sleep over? You could make it home in time to be there when Walter gets there."

"I'd have to ask. Do you think your parents are okay with it?"

"Sure. I had friends sleeping over lots when I lived in Swansea. Uh, Rowan will be here though. He'll probably want to stick it in your butt again."

"Oh. Right. After he's done I probably won't be up for anymore bum play that weekend."

"Aw. Could I stick it in before then? I like doing it with you."

"I like it lots with you as well. Okay. First you then your brother. But remind him that Friday will be the last time he gets to bum me."

"Okay. I have to go sleep now. I'm wasted. See you at the stop in the morning. Love you."

"Love you more, sleep tight."

"Night."

"Nighty night."

Chapter 101
Girl trouble

Bryan met with the two Byrne brothers at the bus stop with much more time to spare before the bus would arrive. There were two other kids waiting, sisters who were in year 9 and 10, both checking out Rowan. The sixteen year-old's status of being in sixth form, even if he had only just started, was enough for him to be interesting to the slightly younger girls. Rowan didn't pay them no mind however, as he was talking to Bryan.

"So, you're coming to our house Friday? If you're up for it, I'd like to cash in on that second, you know what. I'd like to try some different positions if it's alright with you?"

Bryan rolled his eyes at Kieran who smirked back at him.

"Okay, but we're not going to be doing it all night long."

"After dinner until like half past 8? That's two hours. Is that okay?"

"Alright. But that's the last time. Remember, you can't ever ask me again or even as much as talk about what we did ever again."

"You're a tough little kid. Okay. Just be ready for some major bed activities Friday by 6:30, earlier if you want."

"Nah, two hours is more than enough for me. You have to put more lube in after an hour. Otherwise you'll only make it feel like burning and that's no good."

The school bus pulled into the lay-by then, ending their conversation. Bus would be kind of a big word for the extended Ford Transit van that seated 17, but it was relatively new and the seats were comfortable. Apart from the stupid lap belt Bryan again managed to get twisted and couldn't get himself strapped in.

"I hate this rubbish. What's wrong with normal seatbelts? They could just as easily have installed those instead of these annoying things."

"You're twisting it. Let it roll back up, then just pull it up and over your lap and put the clamp into the buckle. Like that, yes. It's simple!"

"It is simple, but it's no use. If we end up in a head-on collision, we'll smash our heads into the backs of the seats in front of us. If we only end up with a concussion from that, we'll be lucky. Probably going to push our noses right into the back of our brains and then we'll be dead. Again, if we're lucky. Otherwise we'll live the rest of our miserable lives in a hospital bed with machines to breathe for us."

"You're in a downright perky mood this morning."

"Sorry. I have PE as my first class today. I hate PE!"

"It might be fun."

"Fun? We get 5 minutes to change into PE kit, then have to run around and do whatever for 60 mins and then 5 mins to get back into uniform. Then sit and stink from our own sweat for the rest of the day. That's not my idea of fun. If they used both classes in the morning to do PE, so we had from 9 to 11:30, then there'd be time to take a proper shower after. Not just dap a bit of deodorant in your armpits hoping it'll deal with the worse of the fumes."

"But then there'd be no time for all the other classes."

"All I know is I won't be working up too much of a sweat, I don't want to smell after."

"You're not in puberty yet. Your sweat doesn't smell, not bad anyway."

"I don't care. It's the principle. If the teachers wants us to really push ourselves, they darn, oops, they better provide the time after to bathe."

"You better not swear at school, Bryan."

"I know. I don't want any marks. I'm not going to let them put a finger on anything I do."

"Good. We'll want our house to win the praise competition this term."

"You mean the brown-nose competition. Or brown tongue. It's all about who can suck up the most to the teachers and tutors, who can lick up the most crap. You know it!"

"Okay, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Not until you calm down and act like you usually do."

"Fine! Be that way. See if I care."

PE was indoors that morning. They did a game of dodgeball, something Bryan didn't mind too much. He managed to not get hit by the soft ball the first time some kid threw it at him, even caught out one from the opposing team. When he did get hit he went to the end of the gymnasium to start on the ten push ups that would allow him back in on the court again. He spent as much time doing the ten push ups as he thought he could get away with without being noticed by the PE teacher before re-joining.

After history class he went to the canteen to sit with Kieran and have lunch. The young boy didn't greet him. They sat in silence for a while until Bryan admitted his fault.

"Sorry," was all he had to say to make everything alright again.

Bryan got a little more used to being talked to by the other kids in his classes and ever so slowly he dared initiating conversations instead of waiting for someone to talk to him. He was still careful of not saying anything that would make anyone realize he had been to prison or the fact he liked boys a hell of a lot more than girls. It was Thursday, while walking from one class to another that he got the first hint from Suzy, stating her interest in him.

She didn't just ask him if he was seeing anyone, if she had it would have spared both of them a lot of trouble. Instead she asked if she could sit with Bryan and his friend for lunch. Bryan couldn't think of a reason to say no without being rude. So he said yes. Eating lunch with Kieran alone was nice, but had gotten a bit boring, there was only so much the two boys could talk about. Introducing Suzy to Kieran couldn't be downright disastrous.

It wasn't, or it wouldn't have been, if Suzy hadn't only been interested in talking to Bryan. She knew Bryan was almost 14, even if he didn't look a day older than the redheaded boy he insisted involving in their conversation. She knew the younger boy was in year 7, which meant he was only eleven. A mere baby to her 12 years old eyes. If Suzy wanted to get closer to Bryan, she would have to make Kieran understand he wasn't wanted. And she did want Bryan as her boyfriend.

The blonde boy was about her height, he was slim and fit. His accent made him sound much like a Scotsman and he sure wasn't local. He'd seen the world! Something Suzy wanted too, she was bored sick from having lived all her life in Launceston. The farthest from home she'd ever been was a school trip to London. Bryan was her future husband if she had anything to say in that matter. She was extremely rude to Kieran, but covertly so Bryan didn't pick up on it.

Kieran didn't say anything to Bryan about it Thursday, neither when they sat together on the bus home, nor when they later spoke on Skype. He hoped Bryan had seen the way the stupid dirty-blonde girl treated him. She had made him feel like a kindergartener, not a secondary schooler. And she was only one year older than him. She was just crazy mad.

It wasn't until Friday afternoon when they rode home on the bus, early for once, it was only 3:15 when the bus left the school parking lot, when Kieran truthfully told Bryan what he thought of Suzy. Bryan had listened to Kieran, had started making matters worse when he at first defended Suzy. It took a couple of minutes for Bryan to understand what he was doing and told Kieran he was sorry.

"I'll talk to her on Monday and tell her she's not welcome at our table anymore. Not as long as she treats you like shit. And yes, I can say shit, we're not at school now."

He kept his voice low however, didn't want the driver to report him to someone if he was so inclined. The hearing aids that pushed out the driver's ear lobes looked quite big enough to be able to pick up a whisper from across the Channel.

After two stops in Lifton, it was time for them to get off the bus too. Bryan had brought a change of clothes so he wouldn't have to wear his school uniform for more than absolutely necessary. He only really needed to take off his coat and sweatshirt and you wouldn't be able to see he was wearing a school uniform. But it was a matter of principle to Bryan. His white polo shirt and trousers had a name tag in them, even his socks had a carefully ironed-on name tag stating their owner was none other than Bryan.

What was much, much worse, his new and expensive Björn Borgs had been tagged too.

Like I'll ever take off my underwear at school!

His mum had done it without him knowing. When she washed a pair of his underwear, if they weren't tagged, she'd iron one in. With 76 name tags purchased, there were enough to go around if anyone had needed one. Of course, they would have needed to be named Bryan Willowsby and as far as he knew, he was the only one in England with that name.

If I ever forget my name I just have to look inside my undies. Or have someone else do it for me, as the tag is in the back, right below the washing instructions.

He had tried to remove the tags but it had proved impossible to do so. The adhesive much too strong to rip off, unless he was willing to risk tearing a hole in the boxers. He had even tried reheating the name tag using the hot iron, it hadn't made the slightest difference. If anything, it only made the tag stick even more to the fabric. His seven pairs of Björn Borgs would forever bear his name.

Until I get rid of them of course.

When the three boys were inside the Byrne residence, they all went to get changed as the first thing. Rowan in his room, Bryan and Kieran in the younger boy's room. Bryan made a mad dash to the bathroom when Kieran suddenly got in the mood for a bit of fooling around.

"I can't wait until you get done with that cream, it's highly annoying that you need to wash it off before you'll let me play with it."

"Well, I had to rinse out my bum too. That's why it took a while."

"Bring that bum over here, I want to lick it before I stick it in."

"Want me to suck you while you lick my bum?"

"Okay. My bed isn't as big as yours though."

"Lay on your back, I'll get on top of you. It'll work. Oh, put your pillow behind your head it'll be easier for you."

"I love that you always know exactly what to do."

"Years of practice. Stick with me and I'll teach you all you ever want to know."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm more afraid you'll find someone else. Like Rowan."

"I'm only doing it with Rowan… No, I'm only letting Rowan do it to me, because you asked me to. After tonight, I'm not going to let him fuck my bum again. It'll only be you and me. And the girl you might find."

"If all girls are like Suzy, then no thanks. I'll just stay with you. I don't need a girl to piss me off when I have you. You're so moody as well."

"Go on, lick my bum. We'll talk after. I'm not moody now, just fucking horny."

"You and me both. You don't have to push your bum so far back, I don't want to sniff it, only lick it."

Bryan mumbled an apology. It was hard to speak with Kieran's dick fully in his mouth. He enjoyed being able to suck it all in without gagging on it. Only the very tip of it poked into his throat, something he knew was bound to change and probably in a not too distant future. Kieran's nuts were quite large, it wouldn't be long until he started spurting cum, which Bryan really looked forward to. He quite enjoyed the taste of sperm, missed it actually.

He sucked Kieran to a kiddy cum quite quickly. He didn't bother edging his boyfriend, he could do that himself once he got busy fucking Bryan in the bum. Kieran wasn't yet done licking it, but Bryan wasn't about to complain. He really enjoyed the feeling of a tongue lapping at his opening that was meant for such a gross thing as to get rid of waste, but could be used for much more pleasurable things too.

Only annoying thing about it is it isn't ready to be fucked at all time. Unless the one sticking his dick in it doesn't mind getting poo all over it. Like that guy back then. Hmm, I wonder what it would feel like. There must be a reason for why he wanted to do something like that. Not that I would ever want to do it. Too much cleaning up after.

Kieran eventually got enough of trying to drill his tongue into Bryan's bum and replaced it with his dick. He fucked him from the front, finding another opening to stick his tongue into. He didn't mind the taste this time, they had both been eating the same for lunch. As had Suzy. He couldn't help but pretend for only a few seconds that it was her he was busy fucking. He stabbed his dick much more vigorously into Bryan, the happy moans from Bryan could easily be thought of as being from Suzy. A Suzy who was most unhappy with the little boy fucking her so splendidly.

Chapter 102
One long fuck

The three boys, 16, 13 and 11 years old, ate the fish'n'chips prepared by the older one for dinner. Rowan was flaunting his erection in the sweatpants he had changed into, of course without wearing underwear. Neither of the younger boys could keep from looking at it, but for different reasons. Kieran was jealous of his older brother for having a whopper of that size, couldn't wait until his own would grow to the same size.

Hopefully mine will get even bigger and hopefully I won't have to wait until I'm 16 for mine to get bigger.

Bryan was trying his best to enjoy the greasy food, something not often on the menu at home. There weren't even any dreaded vegetables! Still, as his fingers got ever greasier from the oil Rowan had used to cook the food in, he couldn't help but stare at the big tent in the sweatpants. It didn't help any that Rowan sat so far from the table and so strategically almost right in front of Bryan. Bryan knew the dick was stiff for a reason and one reason only.

It can't wait to go inside my bum! And my bum can't wait to have it inside either. If bums could salivate, my boxers would be drenched by now.

It didn't matter that Rowan only wanted to use Bryan's body for practicing purposes. Being used could feel mighty nice, and being used by Rowan the first time had been beyond nice.

And this time it'll be for another thirty minutes. And he'll have tried it before so he knows what to expect. Damn, I'm not going to be able to walk straight after. But I can always crawl to Kieran's room. It isn't very far.

Bryan realized he was the only one still eating and the food on his plate was beginning to get cold. He had to concentrate on eating and not on being fucked. He told himself that he wouldn't be fucked until he had finished eating everything on his plate, much like his mum had done when he had been younger and a much worse picky eater than now. Only then it had been ice cream or another tasty dessert, not a fuck he'd been promised for eating everything.

It was earlier than agreed when the two older boys went to Rowan's bedroom leaving Kieran to clean up after dinner. It wasn't much later than 6:15PM and it meant Bryan could end up getting fucked for longer than two hours non-stop, something he hadn't tried since Charley had done it one day. Back then he hadn't had much of a choice, he did now, and he was all in for it.

The two boys got it on in much the same fashion as that first time, Bryan undressing in front of Rowan, this time Bryan had a stiffy jutting out in front of him, something not lost on Rowan.

"Man, you can't wait to be fucked by my dick! Turn around, let me see that fucking slim arse of yours. Pity you won't let me fuck it again after tonight. I'd give you every penny of my allowance if you'd let me fuck it from time to time."

Bryan considered it as he turned around and wiggled his pert arse in front of the older boy. It was tempting to say yes. It wasn't so much the financial part of it, Bryan didn't have much to spend money on, apart from deodorant and hair styling wax. Both of which he had begun using a lot of especially after starting school. But, no, it was the sheer aspect of being thoroughly fucked by the large stiffy that fit so nicely into his bum. Even when it was fully in, poking well into his sigmoid colon, when it hurt just a little but no more than that too felt nice.

It was a feeling he missed when Kieran fucked him, his slim almost four incher [10 cm] tickled him more than it filled him up. Alas, he had made a promise to the young boy and Bryan wasn't easily prepared to break that one.

But he did say he wouldn't mind it if I kept letting Rowan fuck me. So maybe it would be okay? But he got so happy when I told him it was only him I wanted to fuck me. I can't say yes. Not yet, anyway. I'd have to talk to Kieran first.

"Yeah, shake that arse. Fuck, I can't take more of this, come over here, I'm dying to fuck you."

Bryan didn't get to do much of his preparations on his own before Rowan wanted to take a more active part in it. He was careful when he worked a finger inside, listened to Bryan's advice and even for a moment reached between Bryan's legs to feel up the younger boy's nuts and stiffy.

"You're really into this aren't you Bryan?"

"Yes. I don't know why, it just feels good to me."

"Well, I don't mind. At least you won't try to steal the girls from me. What about Kieran, is he like you?"

"Like me?"

"Yeah, want to take it up his poo chute?"

"Can we not talk about your brother please? He's my boyfriend. If he hasn't told you anything, I'm not going to tell you. It's his business what he wants you to know. And don't call my bum hole a poo chute. That's fucking gross."

"Right, what about arse pussy then? It's much like a really tight fanny. Well, much deeper than any girl's fanny and you kind of have to navigate your dick inside to go deep, but it sure is nice."

"Just call it a bum for fucks sake, and put another finger in, I'm ready for two now."

"Okay. Relax Bryan, no need to get so touchy."

"It's just… hard to be gay. I'd much rather be like you and be interested in girls. But I can't see myself with a girl. Not now, not ever."

"Must be strange."

"Well, I only like boys, you only like girls. Though you do seem mighty interested in young tight boy bums for a straight guy."

"I'd never want to be fucked in the arse though. And I don't look at a boy and go, oh wow, I'd love to fuck him silly. If I could find a girl to fuck in the arse I'd never do this to you."

"To each their own. Just don't talk demeaning about gay boys when you do like to fuck one. That's so double standard you know?"

"I never said anything demeaning about gays. I only teased Kieran a little."

"Yeah, that's what I meant, don't do it again. Kieran is a sweet boy. Much sweeter than you'll probably ever realize."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll tell him that too."

"Good. If you wrap up your stiffy, you can put him in, just do it slow like last time."

"So, let you back up onto it?"

"No, this time you can push it in. A girl might not want to do it herself, not as her first time. So you might as well try it on me. I'll let you know if you're pushing too hard."

"Okay."

Rowan quickly put on the condom and moved to stand behind Bryan. Though Bryan had warned him it was one of the more difficult positions to fuck someone in, he figured if he managed to get his dick into the tight boy like that, it would be easy to do it with a girl in any other position he'd wish later.

The young boy assisted only by keeping his buttocks spread and his bum hole relaxed, he didn't tell Rowan if the angle was right or wrong. It took a few attempts, one quite hurtful, before the large dick head finally pushed into him. From there, Rowan knew how to fuck and fuck he did.

About twenty minutes later, he pulled out his dick and asked Bryan to lay flat on the bed before he once again speared him on his dick. This position enabled him to push more of his dick inside the boy although he had to reposition himself to lay a little further behind Bryan than he had first thought.

Bryan enjoyed every minute of the long almost relaxing fuck, Rowan kept his strokes long and slow most of the time. Every now and then he'd speed up, only to settle back down in the slow pace again. He didn't pull his dick out completely again until Bryan reminded him about adding some more lube. The Astro-glide water-based lube was quite okay for anal sex, but not for the prolonged activity they were in the middle of.

Rowan had pulled his dick completely free from Bryan's arse hole and was squeezing the rest of the satchel's contents into the red gaping hole, when he asked Bryan a question.

"Can I please try fucking you without the condom? I've never had sex with anyone without one so I shouldn't have any STDs."

Bryan considered the request, it didn't take him long to say yes. Though he hadn't been able to actually feel the thin membrane keeping the large stiffy separated from his bum hole, somehow the knowledge of it being there made the pleasure of being fucked less intense.

I've been fucked by so many different men and boys over the years and never once gotten sick from it.

Rowan happily did away with the condom, opened another satchel of the lube and slicked up his bare dick. He had Bryan get on top, facing away from him. He loved when a girl would ride him and was only a little surprised of Bryan being able to do it so much better. The lithe boy, not weighing more than 40kgs [90 lbs], if that, really seemed to love grinding his bum on his large dick. He had to slow him down more than once, otherwise he would've spurted his cum way sooner than he wanted.

Bryan was a bit annoyed at feeling the larger boy's hands on his hips, slowing him down just as he was building up such a nice orgasm of his own. And then only a couple of minutes later, just as he was breathing heavily, moaning quite loudly in fact, he felt the hands return and slow him down, again. He was about to complain when he found himself being lifted up and off the nice long dick.

"I want to see your face as I fuck you," Rowan explained.

Bryan thought the older boy wanted him to get back on, to keep riding him, but it wasn't what Rowan had in mind. Instead Bryan found himself on his back, knees pushed up to his chin as Rowan put his dick back into his bum. It surprised Bryan to no end that Rowan would want to look at him. To be reminded that it was no girl he was fucking but really a small boy. Surprised he might have been, though he didn't mind. It was always quite fascinating watching a boy's facial expressions as he fucked.

Particularly when he cums. Some skew their eyes shut, others grin like madmen; some moan and others hold their breath. I wonder what Rowan does.

It was to be a while still, before Bryan found out just what Rowan did when he went through the pleasurable sensation of orgasm. In fact the older boy fucked Bryan for longer than they had agreed to, both boys had completely lost track of time. It was almost 8:50 PM when Rowan finally sped up and allowed himself to go over the brink.

Bryan could feel the sudden addition of liquid in his bum as it made things a lot more slippery inside. Rowan seemingly kept showering the walls of Bryan's bum with his sperm while he gasped with short but powerful breaths of air. Bryan couldn't remember ever having had so much sperm shot into him, even with all his experience. Though he didn't really want to, he had to go sit on the toilet to push it out, as he feared it would otherwise seep out of him throughout all of the night.

If only I could put a cork in my bum. That would keep it inside. Maybe I can make one from plaster? Nah, it would probably just be too uncomfortable.

When he returned to Rowan's room, he asked the older boy about the surprisingly large quantity of sperm.

"Oh, yeah I really came a lot, didn't I? Ever since Monday night when Kieran said you'd be over tonight, I've been saving my sperm for you. I'd wank every night and then stop just before I came. It was like going through hell, but damn it was worth it."

"You did that for me?"

"Well, it's what I normally do when I know I'm going to fuck a girl. It makes it so much better when I do cum."

"It sure looked like you enjoyed it."

"Oh I did. I wish I could do it again. Fuck you I mean. But, I'm a man of my word, I won't ask and I'll never mention what we did."

I only wish I could say the same. I know I'm going to be begging for it sooner or later. It'll be living hell to know Kieran's brother has such a nice stiffy and he wants to fuck me with it. Fuck, what am I going to tell Kieran?

Chapter 103
Smelling of stale sex

"Damn, I thought you guys were never going to quit fucking. It was only like ooooh, ooooh, oh yeeeah, ooooh," Kieran mimicked the moaning he had easily heard through the thin wall.

Bryan blushed knowing it was mostly him who had moaned.

"Sorry," he said, "I got caught up in it all, y'know."

"Did he make you cum?"

"Once, I would've done it more times, but he kept stopping just as I was about to pop. Like a certain other boy I know."

"Hey, I'm not as old as Rowan, he's been fucking girls since he was 12. He's got more experience than I got."

"Don't worry about that. I'll give you all the experience you'll ever want."

"I want a whole fucking lot!"

"Good! Only, not tonight. I'm about ready to drop dead. Or at least sleep forever."

"Well, you can sleep until 8:30. Walter will be there in the morning at 10, remember?"

"I do and I look forward to it. Want to come?"

"I'd like to, but we're going to visit my aunt in Barnstaple for lunch and dinner. Won't be home until 9 or so in the evening. We can skype then and you can tell me all about your first day with Walter. And I want to know everything that you do with him."

"I'll be happy to tell you."

"Cool. Did you mean what you said about not doing anything tonight? I've been wanking like mad while listening to you and Rowan. But I didn't cum once. I wanted to wait for you."

"Well, I can suck you I guess. My bum's off limits for now."

"Bah, Rowan always gets the best. Well, at least he won't fuck you again. Your bum is only for my dick like my dick is only for your bum. Right?"

"Right."

Bryan didn't know what else to say. He wanted nothing more than Rowan ploughing his bum with that massive spear of his again, yet he wanted Kieran's love even more. It seemed as if he had to somehow learn to survive without one of them.

If I really have to choose, I choose Kieran. It'll only be a matter of time before he grows to be as big as Rowan anyway. And it can't be long either.

Bryan got up at 8 the next morning. He hadn't heard when Kieran's mum and dad had gotten home, but they were both up and about when he and Kieran woke. There was no signs of Rowan, the older teenager was still sleeping. After a quick breakfast, Bryan got on his bicycle to climb up the seemingly never-ending incline that had been such a blast riding down. It never got so steep that he had to get off to push his bike, still he had to stay in the second lowest gear to make it to Fore Street, the narrow two-lane country road connecting Launceston and Okehampton.

Even when he got up on Fore Street, he still had to go uphill, though at a much gentler slope. The last kilometre to the manor was uphill too, some of it rather steep too. He was quite happy when he finally rode on the dirt trail between the two tracks of pebble making up his driveway. He greeted his parents and handed over his dirty uniform to his mum before going up to take what he felt was a much needed shower.

If it wasn't for my deodorant, I'd be reeking from the smell of stale sex. But, what a night it was.

He had just gotten out of his bathroom, naked but dry, when he heard the doorbell. And the happy barks from a dog that could only be Walter. He hurriedly put on his clothes, tugged his long sleeved polo shirt into his trousers as he went down the stairs at a pace close to the speed of light. The house was empty, the dog and people had to be in the courtyard and Bryan had to spend precious time putting on his sneakers and a coat before he could join them.

Walter was every bit as happy to see Bryan as the boy was to see the dog. He was handed over to Bryan officially by the leash changing hands. Only a few seconds later the leash was undone from his collar and Walter happily ran to his rose bush to mark it. Now, every dog that happened to come by would know this was his territory and his alone. He didn't stop at just the rose bush, everything that stood somewhat upright got a taste of his urine, thereby expanding his territory.

Walter looked at the large manor, as if he contemplated how to mark such a large structure. He sprayed a dash of urine on the wall next to the stairs, then did the same on the other side of the stairs. That had to suffice, in any event he was being summoned by the little human, the one that was so much fun to play with.

"Bryan, you need to get Walter under control. I won't have him peeing all over the place. If he pees on my car, I'll neuter him myself," Doug said.

"He only does it so other dogs will know that this is where he lives. Dogs can't read or write so they pee instead," Bryan felt obligated to explain, but did whistle for Walter.

"Take him for a long walk, he's been cooped up in the car for 45 minutes. Let him run off some of his energy before taking him into the house."

"Okay dad. Here, Walter. Heel… Good boy. Let's go. I have some good places to show you."

Bryan felt a certain level of pride as he walked away from the grownups with Walter right by his side. He put the leash over one of his shoulders and hooked it under his arm on the other side. He didn't need a leash right then, but it would come handy if he had to restrain Walter at some point. He kept talking to his dog as they walked, he seemed to understand him and silently agreed to everything he said.

After 400 meters [¼ mile] he let the dog run free, giving him a chance to explore and sniff, as well as pee, at anything he wanted to. Bryan was surprised at the seemingly never dwindling pool of pee inside the dog. The dog lifted one of his hind legs for every 10 meters [30 feet] and sent a short burst of pee onto whatever it was he had sniffed at.

All of Walter's peeing made Bryan want to go as well. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was close by and saw no one. He peed at a bush, something Walter was most interested in. Bryan had scarcely tucked his willy back inside his trousers before Walter almost dutifully peed right where Bryan had left his urine.

Bryan giggled at this, didn't understand the dog behaviour that prompted Walter to splash his urine all over Bryan's. If he had known, he would have prevented his dog from peeing right there.

In Walter's eyes, Bryan was a puppy, maybe not a canine puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. He certainly wasn't sexually mature, that much Walter could make out from the smell he gave away. Walter was sexually mature and because of that he was a higher ranking member of the pack than Bryan. If anyone was to mark their territory it should be Walter. The dog obeyed Bryan's commands, simply because the boy had treats and because it was a lot of fun.

Unaware of his status, Bryan followed his dog until they stopped at the small stream. Walter happily lapped at the cool clean water and Bryan waited until he had finished drinking.

He needs a lot of water to keep up with the marking if he'll continue at the same pace.

They walked for almost two hours before boy and dog was back at the manor. Bryan looked Walter over, even had the dog lay on his back so he could check his belly for dirtiness. There wasn't anything warranting a bath for the dog before he could be allowed into the house so Bryan took him in. They went directly to the kitchen for a refreshment, Bryan had a glass of lemonade, Walter about a quarter of the water in his bowl.

"How was your day?" Bryan asked Kieran.

"Boring, tell me about yours, did you finally get Walter?"

"Sure did. Here boy, come say hi to Kieran."

"Oh, you have him in your room?"

"Yes. He's going to sleep with me in my bed. Well, officially he's going to sleep in his own, but I know he'll want to sleep with me."

"I guess that means you won't wank with me now?"

"Why?"

"With Walter watching?"

"Well, he'll probably be seeing more than just wanking if I'm right."

"Uh. I'm not going to fuck you while he watches. What if he'll try to join the fun?"

"He's a dog. Dogs wouldn't do that with people."

"I bet you can have him lick your dick."

"Possibly. But I'm not going to make him lick it. Now, if you were here, I'd make you suck on it."

"You wouldn't have to make me. I'd do it most willingly."

"Well, you want to?"

"Wank? Sure."

"Cool. Walter go lay down. This isn't something for you."

Walter went to his bed, it was right next to the one of his new puppy friend. He didn't go to sleep but watched as the boy stood from his chair, maybe he was going somewhere and would take him? Alas, no, he only pushed his pyjamas shorts down and sat back down. Walter sniffed, he could smell the young boy's sex, the smell from it easily identified among all the other unknown smells in the room. His new dog mattress smelled like the plastic it had been wrapped in. Not as pleasant as the smell coming from the boy.

He could see the boy manipulate his sex, though it was easier to hear the sounds from it. A few minutes later he picked up pheromones from the boy that were puzzling to him. It smelled like he was sexually excited. But how could that be when he wasn't mature? He had to investigate this anomaly. He approached Bryan rather silently, his claws clicked against the hardwood floor, but the boy didn't notice.

Bryan was busy watching his boyfriend undulate his stiffy. He heard the faint moans and heavy breathing picked up by the microphone as he studied the blurry up and down movements of his right hand. He tried to time his own orgasm to Kieran's, it seemed important to him that they came at precisely the same time.

The cold wet snout of Walter's up against his private parts brought Bryan out of his trancelike moment. Walter managed a brief lick at the boy's bits before he was shooed away by an annoyed Bryan.

"Bad dog, Walter. Go away, can't you see I'm trying to cum here?"

"He only wants to help you," Kieran gasped as he kept stroking.

"Oy, wait for me. I have to start over now."

"Hurry up, I'm almost there."

Bryan glared one more time at Walter, making sure the dog had lain down again before he resumed stroking even faster than before. He came half a minute after Kieran.

If Walter hadn't interrupted me, we would've finished at the same time I'm sure.

He went to the bathroom after saying good night to his boyfriend and put on the cortisone cream on his willy. It was much easier making it stay flaccid after a good orgasm, hence he had started putting on the cream after his nightly wank with Kieran. He still couldn't see any improvement and wondered if he should start stretching it three times a day instead of just two.

When he returned to his bedroom, Walter was busily licking himself down there. Bryan looked at the noisy spectacle for a bit while wondering what it would feel like to be able to suck himself. Walter's penis, well at least the part Bryan could see of it, was about the same length as Bryan's, but looked much different. There was no glans and the colour was an almost angry red. Bryan didn't tell Walter to stop licking his willy, it only seemed fair that he had a bit of fun too, though he'd probably not be able to orgasm from doing that.

He's a dog, they don't need orgasms like us humans do, was Bryan's last coherent thought before falling asleep.

He didn't notice it when Walter later jumped up onto his bed and literally collapsed right next to him.

The next morning Bryan was up bright and early as Walter needed to go outside and take care of business.

"You can poo here, it's well out of the way. I'll even turn my back so you have some privacy if you're shy."

Walter wasn't shy at all, but Bryan still looked away. It wasn't the most interesting of things to observe a dog pooing. The two walked for 45 minutes, Bryan took care of his morning wee outside, immediately copied by Walter peeing in the same spot. The dog didn't mark their route every ten metres [30 feet] this time, Bryan noticed, only peed a bit here and there when he found something interesting.

They returned to the manor just at the right time for breakfast. Bryan poured Walter's food into his bowl and had him sit nicely before allowing him to eat. He had read it was a way of telling Walter that Bryan was his master. He, Walter, came to the breakfast table after he had quickly eaten his dog food. He was looking for more food, but was shooed away by Bryan's mum. Bryan snuck a piece of toast with butter from the table and gave it to Walter before he went up to take his shower and stretch his foreskin.

Kieran arrived at 10, escorted by Rowan. The older boy didn't act any differently than the first time he had dropped off his brother, only stayed long enough to see Walter then rode back home on his bicycle. Bryan taught Kieran the commands for mastering Walter and let him practise a bit of obedience training with the dog. They made sure to take breaks so Walter wouldn't tire or worse get fed up with being bossed around. In some of the breaks Bryan sucked on Kieran's stiffy while Walter watched.

"He sure looks interested," Kieran said.

"It's only because we're doing something he's not part of."

"It's still weird being sucked with an audience."

"Close your eyes and forget about him. Walter, lay down. Good boy, stay. There, he won't try to interrupt now."

"He's still looking at us."

"Don't worry about him."

Kieran closed his eyes and tried to enjoy what Bryan was doing to his stiffy. It took him longer to reach climax than usually. He offered to suck Bryan, but the older boy declined. He had nothing to wash off the cream from his foreskin and actually wanted to let it stay on for as long as possible. It wouldn't do much for his foreskin if he kept wiping it off so quickly after having put it on. He did accept a wank, though.

"You have to wash your hands in the stream after," he told Kieran.

Chapter 104
Careful what you ask for

It quickly became routine for Bryan to be awakened by his dad, then rapidly get dressed and with the cobwebs of sleep still clouding his mind go outside and pee with Walter. Only then, after 45 minutes of walking Walter, would he eat his breakfast with his parents before they left for work. Now alone, Bryan would shower, stretch his foreskin, get dressed for school and much quicker than ever before put wax in his hair. Thus ready, he'd give Walter a pat on the head before leaving for school.

During that second week of school, Suzy had tried another two times to get Bryan to understand he was the boy of her dreams, but when he didn't respond in kind, she went for another much more willing kid. Bryan apparently still was only a little kid even if he was almost fourteen. Suzy couldn't think of other reasons as to why he'd spend so much time with Kieran, a boy so much younger and oh so childish.

Bryan remained popular in his year, but it was now more due to his academic skills and his ability to explain things so much better than the teachers. His house mates, even the ones older than him, seemingly queued up to ask him to explain things. It got to the point where he had to politely turn people away as he barely had time to do his own schoolwork. The advanced class meant he got more schoolwork to do and he wanted to finish as much of it at school as he could.

Back at home, he knew Walter was waiting and needed his undivided attention for at least an hour, preferably more every evening. Even with the at times hectic schedule, Bryan thrived. He had a boyfriend whom he loved and Kieran loved him back. Yet, the older brother of Kieran's, Rowan, kept popping onto his mind, more specifically his large dick and the talent he had for fucking. He just couldn't stop thinking of it.

"Kieran, you know I love you right?" he said to the younger boy one night on Skype.

"Yes?"

"I mean it, I really love you. It's only…"

"Only what?"

"It's Rowan."

"Did he bother you about him fucking you again? If he is, I'll make him stop."

"No, he never said anything after. It's me… I want, well, if you wouldn't mind it, I'd like him to fuck me again."

"Oh."

"If you don't want me to, then I won't. But, I do want to. Very much so."

"My dick isn't big enough for you."

"You have a nice dick for eleven. You really do. I quite like it."

"But you like Rowan's better."

"No, it isn't better, it's different. I know you'll grow up to be like Rowan. I really want to be with you forever and ever, but…"

"But you want to fool around with Rowan too. I get it. And I don't mind, really. Just don't come wailing when he doesn't want to fool around anymore. He'll find someone better and won't fuck you anymore. He always does."

"I'll deal with that when it happens. I know he doesn't have any feelings for me, Kieran. It's mutual, I don't love him like I love you. It's only his stiffy I can't stop thinking of."

"Well, you don't need my permission to fool around with anyone. As long as you'll fool around with me too."

"I'll never want to stop doing that. I'll always love you."

"Well, remember that when I get a 12" cock and I'll want to fuck you really hard in the arse."

"If you do get a foot long willy, I'd happily take all of it in my bum. I don't think you will, though."

"I hope I do. It would make you mine for like ever if I did."

"Even if your willy would never grow any larger, I'd still be yours forever."

"No chance for that to happen. I mean my dick not growing. I think it grew since we last measured it."

"At least one of us is growing then."

"Aw, you'll grow up too. I can't hardly wait for it either. Only, don't grow super big like my brother. Five or six inches [13-15 cm] would be like perfect for me."

Bryan wasn't sure if he'd be satisfied with only being able to ever sport a five inch [13 cm] stiffy, still that would be twice his current length. He wanted a bigger stiffy so he could fuck Kieran properly.

I could just fuck Kieran with the first five or six inches [15 cm] of my long stiffy, I wouldn't have to stick all of it inside him.

"Does your dog really have to watch me fuck you?" Rowan asked Bryan.

"It was you who didn't want to wait until the weekend. I can't just tie him off to a tree and leave him there. He'd just bark like mad until I returned to him. It isn't like he's that close to us now."

Bryan had tied Walter's leash to a tree, but he was still in plain sight of the dog. Bryan had taken Walter for his evening walk. Well, at least that was what his parents thought. They had only walked as far as the northernmost perimeter of their property where they met up with Rowan. The sixteen year-old boy had been most interested in fucking Bryan's arsehole again, though it was a bit nippy to be doing it outside in the evening in the middle of September. At least it was a dry night, although a bit of rain probably wouldn't have been enough to deter the two boys from having some fun together.

"How long do we have until you have to be back?"

"Probably not more than half an hour, then I need to head back home. I told my mum I felt like having a nice long walk tonight, so I'd probably only make it back just in time for bed. Which would be nine o'clock. Not a minute later. It takes about 15 minutes running from here. So yes, almost exactly half an hour now."

"Shit. Well, get your trousers down then. Only 30 minutes, I wank for longer than that."

"Do you have the lube? I'll get myself ready while you get ready."

"I'm ready now. Hard as a rock."

"Maybe so, but you're not sticking it in dry. Here, put some of it on, but save some of it for me."

"Fuck, it's cold."

"Says you. At least you only have your willy out. My bum's hanging out in the open. Okay, if you're ready, just stick it in, do it quickly. It feels like my nuts have crawled all the way up to somewhere around my lungs."

"Want me to just stick it in like that?"

"Just get on with it."

Bryan regretted having said that as soon as he felt Rowan's dick head push hard at his bum hole. It hurt, thankfully only for a short while until his hole adapted to the thick invader. It didn't feel as nice as it had when they had fucked in Rowan's bed, the trunk he held onto was moss-covered and felt clammy. He welcomed the heat radiating from Rowan's middle section as the older boy pushed his dick deep into his bum. The hands on his hips felt nice and warm too.

Almost immediately after Rowan had pushed all of his dick inside the hot little boy, he pulled half of it back out. The speed of his in and out thrusts was higher than he usually cared for, but they didn't have enough time for the longer fucks he favoured.

There's always tomorrow afternoon if Bryan can come to my house then. If not, I'll go to his. His dog just has to find another room to be in while I fuck his master.

Walter was looking at the two boy's fucking, he'd never witnessed something like that taking place before. The way Rowan was taking Bryan was much like the way a male dog would take a bitch in heat. Maybe Bryan was a bitch in disguise? He didn't look like one and sure didn't smell like one, yet Walter could see and hear the small boy being taken like a bitch, not ten metres [30 feet] away. The boy hadn't objected to submitting to the older boy, if he had, Walter would've easily snapped off the little branch his leash was tied to and done his best to defend him.

It was fun running back home with his human pack member, even if the little one didn't want him to sniff at his hind quarters. Walter could smell the sperm Rowan had shot into him, it seeped out of the boy as he ran. Walter's instincts told him he had to use his tongue to lap at the opening to make it retract and make the sperm stay inside. Bryan didn't seem to be able to do that on his own or even know he had to do it. If only Walter could have talked, he would have told the boy to stop, to remove the strange garments and let him help him.

To make matters worse, Bryan went into the bathroom and shut the door preventing Walter from accompanying him. When he returned, he didn't smell from sperm anymore and Walter only looked up from his dog bed as Bryan undressed and jumped into his own bed. It wasn't until a much later time, Walter would remember Bryan having been used as a bitch by the older boy. But, more about that, when we get to it. So many other things happened between the night when Bryan was fucked by Rowan and when Walter would remember it again.

Chapter 105
Happy news

Bryan's birthday was one of the things happening, it was exactly one week prior to the autumn half-term break, and he had invited a select few friends from school, including Kieran and Rowan. Kieran spent the night, something that made Rowan jealous of his little brother, but Bryan made it up to him by visiting the Byrne home the next day. Incidentally, and conveniently the brothers' parents were going grocery shopping, something that took them long enough for Rowan to properly fuck Bryan in the comforts of a bed. They had fucked twice more outside, but now in the middle of October, it had gotten quite a lot colder since the first time they had done it.

Another quite happy thing that happened was when Bryan's dad received a phone call from the realtor in Winlaton. Their old home had finally been sold, though they had to give a small discount. Doug was only too happy to agree to it, paying off the mortgage on a house they didn't even live in was an expense they really couldn't afford. Suddenly they had £150,000, just enough to pay for the restoration of the entire roof on the manor.

Well, that was the initial quote for it, anyway. As often happens when restoring old houses, particularly a house as large and old as the Willowsby Manor, there were unforeseen problems. It seemed to Doug that for every two tiles of slate the builders removed one would break. The worse problem arose when they had stripped away all of the tiles. The top of the once so sturdy stone walls had pretty much disintegrated due to water having washed away the old mortar. It would have to be redone, before the old rafters could be replaced.

"Well, we could just install the new ones, but you'll risk this entire section of the roof coming loose and end up down there," the foreman told Doug while pointing out a 25x40 meters [80x130 feet] large part of the roof.

Doug swore, not only did the top half metre [1.5 feet] of the wall have to be torn down and rebuilt, also the wooden and quite rotten plank that secured the rafters had to be replaced. Doug called it a plank, for lack of a better word, the 40 metres [130 feet] long 12 by 12 inches [30x30 cm] oak thing probably had a much fancier name.

It bloody well ought to with the kind of money they're asking for it. It had better be gold-plated when they deliver it.

All of a sudden £150,000 was a lot less than they needed for restoring the roof. They had managed to put £20,000 aside, but that wasn't enough. With the roof now completely off the manor, the bank wouldn't even come to appraise the building for a mortgage. The building wasn't wind and watertight, not even the newly restored part of it. The tarp put up on the rafters that were still good, didn't qualify as making the roof weatherproof. It wouldn't be, not until the slate had gotten back onto it.

Bryan tried to ignore the arguing that went on between his parents, went on long walks away from the manor. He took Walter with him, there was no reason he should have to listen to them either.

Doug arranged a meeting with the foreman who ran the day to day operations onsite, the owner of the company he had contracted to foresee the restoration and a building engineer. They spent most of the day figuring out exactly what had to be done, to finally be able to declare the roof weathertight. Then he wanted a firm quote, he'd basically pay a lump of money to the company and they would have to do all the necessary work, without cutting corners, to get it restored.

The four men spent a couple of hours on top of the roof, the inspector carefully had a look at every single rafter, where it was anchored both at wall and at top. He found more than the original 11 rafters that had to be replaced. At least most could have one or more sessions cut out and new oak put into the cut outs. It would take longer than buying new ones, but would cost considerably less. They had to be taken down however, and for that they needed a crane.

They agreed to erect a temporary roof over the already restored minor part of the manor, so all the hard work put into that wouldn't be damaged by having no roof over it. In the end when the contractor gave him a quote, they were £55,000 short.

Doug and Alice discussed this at length, and though neither wanted to, they turned to their parents to ask for a loan. Bryan's grandparents willingly lent the money, even when they were told it would be a long time before they'd be paid back in full. Doug gave the go ahead to the contractor and shortly after a large crane and lift appeared on site. The rafters were numbered before taken down to sit on a lorry and taken to a local carpentry factory.

The top part of the wall had to be quickly torn down so they could rebuild it before the weather turned too cold for the lime mortar to set. With the rainier season having set in, they also had to keep covering and uncovering the wall, so the lime mortar wouldn't dilute too much.

Most of the actual work happened while Bryan was at school, but work had started in the term break so he helped out where he could. It wasn't unusual to see the small boy carrying a heavy bucket of stones one way and returning with a bucket full of lime mortar. He staggered under the weight of it, but declined any help and was feeling mighty proud when he hooked it onto the hoist line so the builder up on the highest section of the scaffolding could pull it up. He'd return a bucket of debris Bryan had to get rid of before bringing yet a bucket of mortar back to the hoist.

It was tiring work, yet he wanted to be a part of the restoration too. It seemed to be all his parents could ever talk about those days and he wanted to help as much as possible to stop them from worrying so much. The accumulating expenses drained his parents' energy as quickly as the money vanished from their bank accounts.

When the nearly historic furnace broke down and refused to start back up, the discussions between Alice and Doug heated up while the inside temperature of the restored part of the manor lowered. Doug was ready to cut the losses and sell the manor to whomever would be interested in buying the ruin no matter how little they'd pay.

"It just never ends does it? First the rafters, well, it was pretty obvious some of them had to be replaced, but I never thought it would cost so much. Second, the slate tiles, about a third of them can only be used for land filling now. And we can't just buy new ones, no, we have to find used ones from not only the same era but from the same bloody slate quarry. Now we need a new furnace and because the central heating is from before we were born, it can't be just any furnace unless we tear out all the pipes and install new. The planning inspector is going to have a field day when we'll discuss this."

Bryan would've liked to ask why the existing furnace couldn't be repaired, but thought it was better to just keep quiet. The mood at the dinner table was far from lively, it was cold in the kitchen, the small electric heater couldn't keep the cold at bay and Bryan and his parents wore an extra layer of clothing.

"I know it looks bad now, but things have to be bad before they can get better. We could rent a caravan and live in it until we get the furnace sorted? At least, the plumber managed to install a temporary electric water heater so we have hot water."

"I'll be damned if I'm ever going to live in a caravan. Something like that is fine for short summer holidays, but in the winter? No, we'll all get sick from it. Think of Bryan, we can't do this to him. We should rent a house in Launceston until we can sell this heap of rubbish then we can buy a proper bungalow."

"Unless you have a reserve of money you haven't told me about, we can't afford to rent a house. It would be far too expensive. Anyway, let's not discuss this, not now. We'll talk later, okay?"

Bryan thought it unfair that he wasn't allowed to sit in on the discussion, he knew maths. He probably understood it far better than his parents. He had even been able to cut a deal on the driveway when it had to be resurfaced. So his negotiating skills weren't the worst either.

Besides, living in a caravan couldn't possibly be all that bad, could it?

It never came to the point where the small family and their dog had to move into another house, nor did they temporarily move into a caravan. The plumber who had installed their new water heater knew a guy whose old retired father had a lot of old parts for even older furnaces from when he had run his own company. The part needed to get the furnace at Willowsby Manor operating again was one he had. Once the cast iron piece, rusted as it was, was installed the furnace blared back into live.

"That's one problem solved at last!" Doug exclaimed when he could feel the old pipes warm up again.

He still wanted to replace the furnace, it was much too expensive to run even for only keeping 1/8 of the manor warm.

December arrived before the large oak rafters were ready to be installed back on the manor. The rafters had to be transported in smaller pieces and assembled onsite. The roads had too many narrow hair pin turns for bringing them in preassembled from the carpentry factory. The builders Bryan's dad had hired for the job worked from early morning to long into the evenings using large floodlights when the daylight faded.

It was a large job for only three builders and a crane operator, but that was all the contractor could spare for erecting the rafters, install insulation, radiant barrier and battens. Instead he had promised the four men a 15% bonus if they managed to complete the job by Christmas. Two of the guys were Polish and even if they had never roofed a house this size before, they went on with such an enthusiasm that it made the crane operator work late as well.

When Bryan woke in the morning, the Poles had already arrived and were preparing the rafter to be installed that day. Unable to properly communicate with them and they were by far too busy to talk much at all, Bryan would only wave good morning to them as he took Walter out on his morning walk. When he returned, the other builder and the crane operator would've just arrived to the manor. These two men were British, the builder was an old weather-beaten man, highly skilled and highly frustrated at not being able to explain the Poles how to do things the way he knew they had to be done.

The crane operator was much more easy-going and would small-talk with Bryan while he waited for instructions. Bryan didn't have a lot of time to talk in the mornings however and he'd sadly get on his bicycle to head for the school bus just as the exciting things were about to get started. The large, more than 30 metres [100 feet] from one end to the other, rafter construction had been hooked up to the crane, but Bryan had already gone out of sight before it was slowly hoisted into the air.

When he returned from school, the rafter would be sitting just where it was supposed to go in to form part of the roof. The crane was still connected to it, supporting most of the weight as the three builders scurried around 15 metres [50 feet] above ground to hack, carve and cut the oak to fit exactly into place. Bryan let Walter run freely while he chatted more with the crane operator about the bloody big mobile crane he handled like it was a mere toy.

The extendable boom, John had explained Bryan, was 55 metres [180 feet] long fully extended. The trolley hoist system and engine was capable of lifting 60 metrics tonnes but the further out the boom was extended, the less the crane would be able to lift. The angle of the boom also influenced the weight it could safely lift.

"The hoist will cut off automatically if it senses the angle is too low and the boom is extended too far," John had told Bryan.

Bryan made John explain in detail how it was able to detect the weight of the load and it led to a lengthy crash course in how to operate a crane. Bryan was invited into the cab, though he wasn't allowed to actually touch any of the many levers and switches. Instead he would lean his bum back against the seat where John sat with his legs spread wide. It gave him a pretty good idea of just how little the operator was actually able to see of the things taking place up on the roof.

"John, I need you to lift just half an inch, please. No more or it'll make the rafter clear the socket which would mean more work. I just have to chip away a little piece and it should be good to drop," the radio suddenly cackled to live.

"Right, Bryan, you get to see me working now. I hope you're not expected anywhere for the next half an hour or so, because I can't leave this seat once I lift up the rafter. And I can't lift that arm rest to let you out as it would kill the engine."

"I'm not going anywhere. This is so sick, John."

"I hope you're not going to be sick now. I can't stand the smell."

"No, you know what I mean," Bryan laughed and softly elbowed the man in the stomach.

"Oof, careful young man. You throw a mean punch."

"John, today would be a good time to lift this bloody thing. I can't very well lift it myself!"

"Sorry, Harvey, the young master of the house is with me. Lifting now, if you're still ready for it?"

"I've been ready for several minutes now. Don't fraternize with the client's children, John! Haven't I told you this at least a dozen times before?"

"Indeed. Here we go, half an inch as requested."

"Only half a mil off. Good, now don't drop it, I want to keep all my fingers in their working condition."

John flipped a switch and told Bryan they could resume their chat.

"What did Mr Harvey mean about you shouldn't fraternize with me?"

"Oh, he thinks children like yourself will take my mind off my job. I do tend to get a bit worked up explaining and showing things to those who shows an interest."

"Ah. Well, maybe we better focus on the job then."

"He'll be chipping away for half an hour before he's done with it. He does a good job, but he is very anal about measurements. Sometimes it isn't so important if a measurement is exactly on the money, but not to him. I've seen him use a calliper to measure a wooden dowel and then do away with it because it was half a millimetre too large. And the dowel was 3 cm thick. Now, don't tell me they had any way of measuring or so accurately make dowels 200 years ago. Well, as I said, he does an excellent job. He just takes so long."

"Okay. Then, please tell me, how can that gauge there say the weight of the rafter is exactly 2149 kilograms [4738 lbs]? Is it really so accurate? Would it be able to tell you how much I weigh for instance?"

It led to more explanations about the sensors in the crane. Just in case you're wondering, no, it wouldn't be able to tell Bryan's weight. The around 40 kg [90 lbs] he weighed was just shy of what it was able to register.

Chapter 106
The Crane

"Do you always allow kids up here when you work?" Bryan asked John.

It was Saturday morning, the first day of the Christmas holidays for Bryan. The builders had no such luxury, the job had to be finished before they could stop working. The Poles, Milek and Valentyn had started insulating and installing the fibre radiant barrier and used nail guns to secure the battens to the rafters. Bryan could hear the pops from the guns as he half-sat, half-stood between John's legs. The cabin was warm and nice something that sure couldn't be said about the weather outside.

Bryan was well pleased he wasn't climbing around on the top of the roof, the very top of it as well, like Valentyn did. The wind had caught hold of the long fibre barrier that had once been rolled up nicely. Now it was fully unrolled, the cloth-like barrier acting much like a sail in the wind. Valentyn was battling with it at one end, while Milek worked his way towards him, fastening the barrier to the rafters with vertical battens. It looked kind of cool, but had to be extremely scary to be balancing on a thin piece of wood so high above ground.

The security harnesses and rope all three men were strapped into, looked flimsy at best to Bryan. Still they carried on working like they had been standing on the ground, not nearly 20 metres [65 feet] above it.

"No, only those who can keep their fingers from the controls. It basically means from age of 8 or 9 and up to around 11 or 12. It's quite hard to fit anyone older in here so I can still work safely."

"I'm actually 14."

"Really? Well, you still fit nicely, so don't worry, I'm not about to kick you out of here."

"Cool. I like our chats. You explain things in depth instead of just talking to me like I'm a dumb kid or something."

"You're easy to talk to, I only have to explain something once and you immediately understand. If it wasn't against every rule and regulation I wouldn't mind letting you have a go at the controls."

"Really?"

"Sure. Once Mr. everything-has-to-fit-perfectly is done up there, I'll lower the rafter into place, then you can help me bring the hook block up and away from the roof and swing the crane out here and lower the hook block to the ground."

"Oh boy!"

"What we'll do is have you put your hands on the levers, but you're going to keep them fully relaxed. I'll be doing the actual movements with my hands on top of yours. You'll be able to feel the vibrations and everything however."

"That's cool. I kind of knew I wasn't going to be doing it on my own."

Bryan hoped his disappointment didn't shine through his words. For a short blissful moment he had thought he was going to be the one operating the big crane only guided by John.

Of course he wouldn't let me do something like that. I'd probably swing the hook into the newly installed rafter and it would tilt into the next one and like dominos they'd all topple and drop to the ground. If I was lucky! More likely they'd fall, rip away the anchors in the walls so they'd disintegrate and all there would be left of the manor was rubble. Maybe dad would be happy then?

Still, it would be exciting to feel the vibrations from the crane through his fingers. He'd felt them in his feet when the cabin would rock gently under them, nothing extreme of course as the crane was propped up on massive outriggers with thick and large metal plates underneath. They had had to use the smaller crane on the truck Mr Harvey drove to put the plates in place before lowering the mobile cranes outriggers on them.

Bryan couldn't wait for Mr Harvey to give the go ahead and tried to see what it was the old builder was doing up on the roof. He could see the nearest end of the rafter, but it wasn't where Mr Harvey was working at the moment. His right bum cheek was numb from sitting at the edge of the seat so he put his hands on John's knees and tried to get into a more comfortable position. The cabin was high enough for Bryan to stand fully, but the levers in front of him made that quite impossible.

"Uncomfortable?" John asked.

Bryan nodded.

"No surprise, you've been standing like that for more than an hour. I wish I could help you out, but other than sitting on my lap, you're stuck where you are for probably another 30 minutes."

Bryan didn't want to leave the cabin, it was much too nice in there, the temperature probably around 19-20C [66-68F], he had unzipped his winter coat when he had started sweating after ten minutes. It was easy to tell the weather outside wasn't as nice, the cabin was mostly made by glass. He had talked to John a lot, but Bryan didn't think of the man as a close enough friend to sit on his lap yet. Instead he tried shifting his body into a more comfortable position. And then back again when the new position turned out to be even less comfortable.

He kept it up for another five minutes until John told him the offer was still valid. This time Bryan more readily accepted it.

"That should be better, right?"

"Uh-huh."

It was. Some. At least he was sitting now but it wasn't comfortable for Bryan.

"Scoot back a little, you're blocking the blood from reaching my legs."

Bryan could hear alarms going off in his mind. Still, it wouldn't do if John couldn't use his feet, he needed them for turning the base of the crane and thereby swinging the boom away from over the manor as it was now. He scooted backwards, only about an inch.

"Don't be shy, Bryan," John said and picked Bryan up like he weighed nothing at all and placed him as close up against his stomach and chest as he could.

"That's much better. Now we can both sit comfortably while waiting for Harvey to finish up there."

Bryan felt even more uncomfortable now. The hardness he could feel underneath his bum reminded him too much of sitting on Colt's lap. It felt every way the same as when he had been a little eight years old boy sitting on the lap of a big twelve years old boy. The difference in body sizes was almost an exact match as well. Bryan was trapped though, the arm rest was pulled down, blocking the only exit out of the cabin. He could possibly escape out the hatch in the glass roof above him, but John didn't seem to be willing to let him go easily.

"Uh, John, c-could y-you m-move your arms, j-j-just a l-little, p-please?"

Bryan knew he sounded like a little kid. A scared little kid who couldn't even talk straight from fright. He couldn't help it though, he was alone in the glass cabin with a big man he hardly knew anything about. He had seemed nice and friendly, but the hardness inside his bright yellow work trousers spoke for itself.

"Aw Bryan. There's no need for you to be afraid. We're just two guys trying to pass time right?"

"B-but, you're t-t-touching m-m-my w-w-wil-willy!"

"Oh, is that what it is? Are you sure?"

"Y-yes! Y-you c-can't t-t-touch me th-there!"

"It seems like I can, though. I am touching you there, aren't I? If you're telling the truth. I better investigate and find out for myself. Children these days tell the darndest lies. Mummy, mummy, the nasty man touched my private parts, he's a pedo! Are you one of those children, Bryan?"

Bryan wasn't sure what to answer, he was utterly confused. He wasn't lying, John was touching, well, quite frankly groping his willy.

"One of what children?" Bryan asked, puzzled over the question but was happy he seemingly had moved beyond the stuttering.

"One who's going to run off to his mummy just because he was felt up a little to help me pass time?"

"I'll tell my dad!"

"So little Bryan is going to run to his dada. Are you wearing a diaper under those pants? Is that why I can't hardly feel your dick? Assuming you do have one. Aha, I guess you do have one after all. Not a very big one, though. Are you sure you're fourteen and not four? Shit, my nephew has a bigger one and he's only three."

"I am NOT a baby! Stop touching my willy or I'll scream!"

"Oh no, Bryan. You're not going to scream. You're going to sit there and enjoy my hand on your tiny dick and everything else I'm going to do to you. Do you know why? Well, let me tell you. If you aren't going to be a good little sport and let Uncle John here have a bit of a nice time, I'll have to flip this switch. I trust you do remember what it does?"

Bryan gasped. Not only because 'Uncle' John squeezed his willy tight but also because he did remember what the switch would do if flipped. There was a reason for the safety cap that had to be flipped open so you could actually get to the switch. It would disengage the massive winch, allowing the thick steel cable to be very quickly unwound in case of a cable failure. At least that was what John had told him about the switch when he had explained what all the controls did. Bryan saw no reason as to not believe the crane operator as when he flipped the safety cap open, a buzzer started beeping eerily in the cabin.

"I r-r-remember. D-d-don't d-do it. I wo-won't scream. P-put it b-back. P-p-please!"

Bryan relaxed a little when John flipped the cap back over the switch. The buzzer instantly stopped its beeping.

"That's a good boy. Lift your arse up for me. That's it."

Bryan pushed his pelvis up, allowing John to push down both trousers and boxers. He sat back down as they were pushed past his knees and ended up around his sneakers. John leaned back in the seat and with one arm over Bryan's chest he pulled the boy back with him.

"Legs apart. Let me play with that toddler cock of yours. Oh yeah, you do like it. All little boys are the same. They all say they don't want their cocks played with, but once they relax, they want it anyway. Can you feel it Bryan? Can you feel it getting harder? You know why it does that? Why your little toddler cock gets hard as a nail? You like it. That's why. You love my rugged fingers on your baby soft cock. Shit, fourteen and not a single pubic hair. Do you shave it?"

"I don't shave my pubic hair. I'd never do that once I get some. And my willy gets hard because it's a natural reaction to your touching one of my erogenous zones. It isn't because I like it, it's only a bodily reflex!"

"Well, my little know-it-all, if you just relax… No keep your legs spread. Come on, Bryan, legs apart. Now! That's more like it. If you relax, it'll all be over sooner than you think. You might even like some of it too. If you don't relax… Bryan, I'm not going to say it again. Keep your legs apart. Push your knees outwards, even more. That's it, I want full access to your little vulnerable toddler cock and balls. I'm not going to hurt you, not unless you force me to."

John reached over and flipped the switch for the heater off. Bryan frantically tried looking out the windows, hoped to see one of his parents, if nothing else one of the builders up on the roof. The windows of the cabin was quickly misting over however, making it harder to look out of them. Bryan knew it would only make it even harder for anyone to look in from the outside. Bryan realized it was quickly getting colder inside the once so awesome cabin, now it had been reduced to nothing but a messy enclosure with a thick layer of mud on the floor.

Even as he looked around, he still managed to keep his legs as far apart as he could. He knew John was still touching him, could feel the rough hands as they caressed him. If they had been wet and left behind a trail of saliva, Bryan could've mistaken them for being Walter's tongue. Although Walter's tongue would never be able to push itself so firmly against his bum hole. He hard John talk to him again.

"Relax your arsehole, Bryan. It'll only hurt if you don't. My finger is going in and so much more will follow one way or the other."

"It hurts. Ow! John, p-put some spit on your f-finger first. P-please."

"If you think it'll help, okay. Lick it. Get it wet."

It wasn't what Bryan had meant, but if that was the only way to slicken up the finger destined for going into his bum, he'd lick it. Even if it did look really dirty. Bryan could taste his own bum hole on the finger among a lot of other things he chose not to worry about. All that mattered to him was getting that burly index finger as wet as possible before it was removed from his mouth and put back into his bottom.

"That's it. It has to suffice now. Keep your legs apart. Even if it hurts, I don't care."

Bryan did his best to accommodate the finger inside his bum. With his knees so widely splayed he couldn't push himself away from the probing digit. Not with John holding him so tightly around his chest with his other arm. He bore down, knew if he could force his bum hole to relax and open up, it wouldn't hurt as much. It wasn't easy, it had been so long ago since he had last been forced to do something against his will, at least sexually, that he had almost forgotten what it was like.

Rowan's fat dick had been easier to take than the single digit trying to force its way inside now. Far easier, but John didn't stop pushing it against his hole. No, no longer against, it had somehow already gotten past the sphincter and moved further inside him.

"You're doing great Bryan. I don't think I've had a boy or girl in my lap being able to sit so quietly and let my finger into their arse. Usually they beg for me to take it out. Oh Sir, it hurts so bad. Please take it out. I've even had to put my hand over their mouths. There was this seven years old girl. She squealed so loudly I thought her parents would hear her. Well, they didn't. You're not even going to cry out when I put my cock in your arse, are you?"

Bryan didn't know if he was or not. It didn't seem to matter much if he did. He didn't answer the question which John seemed not to like. He moved his thumb up over Bryan's balls and pulled them down towards his bum.

"Ow! John, p-please, not my n-nuts!"

"So you do squeal at least a little. I thought you had gone to la-la land. So, are you going to whine when I put my cock in your little arse, toddler boy?"

"No."

Bryan wasn't about to give the creep the satisfaction of listening to his wails. Not if he could refrain from it. The stiffy he could feel pushing against his lower back didn't feel extremely large. Unless it was doubled over, then it might be challenging to keep his word to himself.

"Pity. You sure opened up wide and quickly. Don't tell me you've been fucked before, boy. Oh, but, you have, haven't you? Someone already put their cock into the honey pot eh? I guess I can't always be the first. Good to know there are others out there who get off on fucking little toddlers. Oh, my. You are enjoying this, aren't you? Your cock's still stiff as a nail, even if it's hardly large enough to hold a batten in place. Might be able to hang a small picture frame from it. Oh well, I don't mind if you do enjoy it, even if it wasn't really my intention."

Bryan wanted to object to the accusation of enjoying it. He started to, but realized he'd be lying if he denied it. He kept silent, or as silent as he could as the calloused finger circled inside his bum hole, stretching it further.

"Lift up again, baby boy. Lift your bumbum up for your uncle. Let me free my cock, then I'll make you all better."

All better? What's he on about?

Bryan confusedly did as John asked him to, the finger that had been inside his bum vacated it and he heard the coarse zipper in John's work trousers being undone. He could feel the end of John's stiffy touch his buttock. It felt hot and quite wet.

Must be pre-cum. That stuff Rowan told me about. At least it'll help it go in.

Bryan still couldn't see how big the stiffy about to enter his body was. It was of course below him and his winter coat did a great job of hiding it from his sight. He could feel it touching his bum as he was manoeuvred with the same level of finesse used by the crane operator when he moved something with his large crane. He was placed dead center above John's stiffy and carefully lowered down on it.

He has got to have done this a thousand times before. Owzers! Pre-cum isn't a very good lubricant at all.

The ramrod erection never missed its target but went almost straight inside Bryan's bum. It didn't feel as long as Rowan's cock, but possibly a bit thicker. It was hard to judge however, not being able to actually see it and the lack of lubricant made it feel a hell of a lot bigger than it probably was. Bryan gasped out in pain as it went inside, but never squealed. He wanted to reach down to wank himself, only to take his mind off the pain, when he was bounced up and down on John's lap as if he was in fact a little toddler riding his uncle's knee.

He didn't think it appropriate to display such enjoyment when the fact of it all was he was being abused. His prostate didn't much care if he was being used against his will or not, it still sent out happy signals whenever the mystery stiffy pushed into it. John didn't fuck him long enough for him to climax from it however.

"Yeah, I know little one. I'd much prefer to do it for longer myself, but I have to be ready for Harvey. It can't be long until he tells me to do something with the rafter."

He pushed Bryan up and off his cock and he pushed a balled up piece of filthy tissue paper right into Bryan's still open bum hole before he with a bit of struggle managed to get it back inside his work trousers.

"Shit it out later, when you're on the toilet. It'll keep everything where it's supposed to be until then," John explained.

It hadn't felt nice having the paper ball mashed into his hole like that, but at least it would keep his Björn Borgs from getting too messed up by the sperm John had left inside of him. He couldn't leave the cabin of the crane right then, had to stay on John's lap as the big man wouldn't let go of him.

"Legs apart," was what he kept telling Bryan when the boy every now and then would try to bring his knees together.

It wasn't until Harvey finally called John on the walkie-talkie that Bryan was allowed to get off John's lap and got to put his hands on the various levers needed to operate the crane. He felt the vibrations from the powerful engine as they first lowered the rafter into its final resting place, then lifted the hook block and swung the boom away from the manor.

It would be so much cooler to do this if I didn't have a ball of paper up my bum and my pants down around my ankles while doing it.

Bryan tried to tell his parents what had happened that day in the cabin of the crane, but he just couldn't ruin the great mood they were both in from finally having almost all of the rafters in place. There were only three more to go, three more days of John and the crane being on site. All three days, Bryan spent most of the time inside the cabin with the misty windows. All of the time with his trousers and boxers down around his ankles, most of the time adhering to the command of keeping his knees splayed wide.

Chapter 107
Christmas

Bryan never did get to tell his parents about what John had done to him. When the builders had vacated the manor it was the day before Christmas. The roof was watertight and although it still needed to be tiled, it would be able to fend off even a winter storm if one should come. The first Christmas in the manor was great, the rooms were all warm and cosy. Well, the few rooms that had been restored at least. The best thing in Bryan's eyes was the large Christmas tree in the hall.

It was too tall to go into the living room, was really too large for the hall even, but Bryan had went with his dad to a small pine tree forest on their property and had singled out that very tree.

"That's the one, dad. That's our Christmas tree."

It had been a lot of trouble getting it back home and inside the double entrance door. With the help from one of the farmers and his smallest tractor they had gotten it as far as the courtyard. That had proved to be the easiest part. It was harder for Doug to convince Bryan they had to cut it down at least some. The boy had finally caved in after measuring the tree twice. The double height hall was 5.5 metres [18 feet] from floor to ceiling, the tree Bryan had selected was more than 6 metres [20 feet] tall.

Doug had wanted to only use the top two metres [7 feet] of the tree for their Christmas tree, Bryan had wanted to only cut off enough to make it exactly 5.5 metres [18 feet] tall. In the end they split the difference, making none of them happy, but at least neither of them felt the other had gotten the upper hand. When they had finally made a stand sturdy enough for the big tree, they had taken it inside. Even Bryan had to silently admit that it was a bit too tall when it was safely inside and he looked at the available decorations they had for him to put on it.

They had placed the tree in one corner, the one furthest from the staircase, and with the shortcomings of their decorations Bryan chose to only decorate the visible branches of the tree. When Doug noticed this, he was quick to find a lopper and cut some of the larger unused branches off. That way the tree could be pushed further into the corner, making it just a bit easier to use the entrance door.

Bryan tried to object to the obvious maiming of a poor defenceless tree, but to no avail. If there wasn't going to be any decorations hung on the branches facing the two walls, there was no reason for the branches to be there at all, his dad pointed out. And his mum agreed to that. Bryan was outnumbered and finally succumbed. If Walter had been able to voice his opinion, Bryan was sure he would've agreed to keep the branches. However, the dog was more interested in sniffing at the tree and was about to mark it when Bryan told him no.

When Walter realized who it was that had said no, he lifted his hind leg again and was about to let go when he was most rudely pushed at.

"No means no, Walter. Bad dog!" Bryan said in a deep scolding voice.

Walter looked at the boy puppy, considered putting him in his rightful place but decided the time wasn't right. He'd just mark the tree some other time when the boy puppy wasn't able to stop him. Either when Bryan slept or when he was roaming away from the pack which he did far too often. How was Walter to keep an eye on him if he wasn't around?

Christmas morning Bryan woke bright and early to go seek out the presents under the tree. Walter had been a bad dog, he had peed on the tree sometime during the night and had barely missed the presents. Bryan quickly cleaned up the mess while Walter looked on, albeit a bit sheepishly as the boy was constantly berating him throughout the clean-up. All was good however when his parents finally arose and joined him at the tree. He politely handed them their presents before he tore into his own, feeling every bit like a little boy again.

The clothes he received got the dutiful amount of gratitude required, the electronics was so much more interesting. A tablet computer with an unlimited subscription to an online e-book library was what Bryan kept returning to.

I'll never run out of things to read. There's like everything here. Books about sex, medicine, building. There's even a lot of restoration guide books. And a lot of fiction. What a bloody brilliant gift!

"Thank you!" he told his dad as he hugged him full of emotion. Then did the same to his mum when he was informed that it had been her idea to get him the subscription to the e-book library.

Bryan had really wished for the newest iPhone, but it had just been too expensive for his parents to buy. Besides, the iPhone he had was still perfectly fine at least in his mum's opinion. The tablet had been the second item on his wish list so it didn't surprise Bryan too much when he unwrapped it. He hadn't mentioned anything about the e-books though.

"Yea, it's right cool. Enough about my tablet, what did you get?" Bryan asked Kieran.

"I got a Land Rover Defender!"

"What?"

Bryan wasn't sure if he had heard right. A Land Rover was a car if he wasn't mistaken.

"Aye. I got my very own car now. Well, it's only about 1/16 of the real Defender but it is four wheel drive and everything."

"Oh, a radio controlled car. For a second I thought you'd gotten a real car."

"It's almost like a real car. It's a kit though. I have to put it all together before we can drive it. There's a bunch of stuff like tiny nuts and bolts and drive shafts and tyres…"

Bryan listened to Kieran's description of what was in the kit and when the excited boy seemed to be able to carry on for a while, he stopped him.

"Kieran, stop. Why don't you show me the things instead? It'll be much quicker."

"Oh, right. Well, it's sort of laying all over my floor right now. I guess you can see for yourself."

Kieran picked up his webcam and moved it to show the RC car. Well, what would supposedly be one, when all of the parts were assembled correctly. The jerky movements of the webcam made Bryan a little seasick, while Kieran excitedly moved it to show what he thought was the more interesting parts. It took more than half an hour for the show to finish at which point Kieran put the webcam back to sit on top of his monitor and grinned smugly at it.

"Cool, in'it?"

"It's absolutely brilliant. Smashing. But, Kieran, it'll take months to put it together."

"I know! We can do it together. Rowan and my dad already told me they'd help if I need it. But they only really want to do it on their own and not help me. I'm not letting them, though. Only you, since you're my boyfriend and you let me play and train with Walter."

"We'll have to do it on weekends only, there's no time on school days. We could maybe get started before school starts again. You could come here, help me with Walter in the mornings then we'll go to yours for lunch and work on the car in the afternoon?"

"I'd like that. My gran is coming to visit for New Years and my aunt will come too. But I'm not really doing anything until the 30th."

"My grandparents are coming too. They'll stay for four days though. My mum told me she and my dad will sleep in my room and my gran and gramps in theirs."

"Where are you going to sleep then?"

"On the sofa in the lounge. It really isn't fair, but I can't ask my grandparents to sleep on the couch either."

"You could come sleep in my bed."

"I'd love that, but my mum…"

"Would kill you. Yes, I know. Of course your grandparents will wish to see their darling little Bryan so no chance of hot sex while they are around."

"Hmm, I might be able to escape the house for a few hours. My dad would probably understand it if I asked him."

"Why do you think that?"

"He knows you're my BF."

"How?"

"I told him. Well, he was really the one who told me."

That required a more in-depth explanation. At first Kieran wouldn't believe what Bryan told him, but when the older boy kept insisting it was really the God honest truth, he got more than a bit worried.

"What if your dad tells my parents? I don't think they'd like it very much. Maybe they'd tell me we couldn't see each other anymore."

"He won't. I'm not sure he really approves, but he only told me to keep it top secret. Like ultra-totally-top secret. And to not ever tell him about what we do with each other when we have sex. Actually he told me he'd cut off my nuts."

"No way!"

"It was either that or moving to the North Pole. If I was to be kept from having sex with a boy again. He told me neither option was really possible so I had to just be very careful."

"We better be careful then. I kinda like your balls. And you'd never grow up without them."

"I know. I'd prefer keeping them too. It's bad enough I might have to get my foreskin cut off."

"Your dad wants to cut that off too? Jesus, what's wrong with him?"

"No, it's Dr Hansson's idea, remember I told you? The stretching isn't really working. Last time I went, he examined it closer. Like really close up. I could feel his breath on my willy when he looked at it."

"Wow. Did he suck on it too?"

"No! He only touched it. But he stretched it so far it started bleeding. Relax, it wasn't like it spurted out with blood, 'twas only a little tear but it hurt like hell. Anyway, that's when he told me I probably wouldn't be able to stretch it enough. Also the frenulum, y'know the kind of string that is on the front? He said it looked a bit too short as well. I guess it wants to match the rest of my willy. It's generally speaking too short. Anyway, that probably has to be sorted too."

"How is he going to do that?"

"Well, he isn't. I need to go see a specialist who can tell if it's possible to do anything without cutting into it. Kieran, I really, really don't want anyone to cut my willy. But I don't want it to hurt every time I get a stiffy either. I might never be able to stick it in you then."

"But it doesn't hurt you now?"

"Only if it's pulled all the way back. Like you can with yours. If I do that to mine it feels like it's going to tear. I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry Bryan. I don't know what I would do if it was my dick that had to be done something to."

"Would you still like my willy if it didn't have a foreskin?"

"Well, it would be like half the size it is now. No, Bryan. I don't care if your dick has a foreskin or not. As long as it gets hard and it won't hurt you when it does, I'd love it and you regardless."

"I might just have it cut off then, completely. So it won't be able to cause any problems ever again. Lots of boys in the world have it cut off and they seem to manage just fine anyway."

"Did you talk to your dad about it?"

"No. Well, both he and my mum knows my foreskin's too tight. But I haven't told them I may need to have it cut off."

"You should probably tell them. They'll find out sooner or later anyway. If not before then certainly when you ask them to take you to the hospital to have it cut off."

"I'll tell them when and if the stretching is completely ruled out. I can go see a specialist myself, there's one in Launceston."

"I think you should talk to them. For real. This isn't something you should worry about all alone. It's one of those things parents are for. Please tell them. Do it for me?"

Bryan sighed and agreed to talk to his parents. Maybe Kieran was right, maybe there were things parents could make easier instead of usually only being a nuisance.

Chapter 108
A minute dad?

Rather than allow himself a chance to think it over and shy away from having the embarrassing conversation about his private bits with his parents, Bryan said bye to Kieran and went in search for his dad. He found him sitting in the lounge, in front of his computer. He knew his dad didn't appreciate being disturbed while he was working and it almost made him retreat back to his bedroom.

I can't do that, if I don't talk to him now, I'll never get it done. Kieran expects me to do this and I can't let him down. Not when he's just told me he loves me.

He tiptoed closer to his dad, tried to see if whatever it was he was doing on the computer was important or not. He couldn't tell from the windows on the dual displays, there were several of them, three with quickly scrolling text, much too quickly to be able to read everything it said. It didn't help Bryan that he stood about 3 metres [10 feet] away from the displays either.

Well, he isn't typing at least. And he can't be reading whatever it is that's scrolling by. Not all of it, surely not all three windows all at once. If he is, he's not human. He'd be like a droid then.

Bryan cleared his throat, quietly as he readied himself to speak to his dad. Whatever it was Doug was looking at, it didn't stop him from hearing the slight sound from behind him and he pushed a couple of keys that stopped the scrolling text. He then turned in his chair to look at Bryan.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Do you have minute dad? If not, it's fine, it's nothing really super important. I can wait until you're done with, uh… Are you really reading all of what it tells you?"

Doug chuckled a bit before explaining what he was doing.

"No, I'm not reading all of it, I'm looking for errors in these log files, if there are any there'll be multiple lines with pretty much the same words. So I'm only looking for patterns, not really reading any of the text. The backup operator told me he thought there might be an error in the last backup, something that could be quite fatal if correct. I always have time for my son, however."

"Right. Uh. You know I got some cream to help stretch my foreskin, you remember I told you about it?"

"I do, well I remember your mum's reaction to it better, but yes."

"You also remember I went to see Dr Hansson again about it last week. You signed the permission slip so I could leave school early for it."

"Yes."

"Well, he had a look at how it was progressing, well, the stretching of it, I mean. And he didn't much like what he saw. He told me I might need to have it cut off. Some of it at least. Only, I need to go see a specialist as he didn't really knew enough about it. Dad, he told me if we were to just leave it like it is, then I might never be able to get a sti… an erection without it hurting me. I don't want that. But I like my willy like it is. With its foreskin I mean. I don't want it cut off. Dad, I'm scared. What if the knife slips and they cut off my willy? What would I do then? I'd not be a boy any longer."

"Come, Bryan. Closer, let me hug you. I know how you prefer to deal with things on your own, but this is not something you should've had to worry about all alone. I know you're not going to be a child forever and you're only trying to grow up as quickly as you can. There's something you need to know, though, grownups, even the most mature of them, can't manage everything by themselves.

"Something as important as ones penis, oh Bryan. If a doctor was to tell me there was something wrong with mine, I'd be downright scared too. The prospect of it forever hurting me when I got excited would be terrifying. I'm not an expert in foreskins so I can't tell you there's nothing to worry about, that everything will be fine. I'd look like a proper arse if I told you so and something was to happen."

Bryan looked at his dad. He couldn't remember him ever saying a word like that before.

"Don't act so surprised, I know a good few words, just don't ever rat me out. Anyway, I understand why you're scared, I'd be so too, I'm not going to tell you not to worry about it but I will take you to the expert myself. I want to be with you when he examines you and listen to what he has to say about it all. If he tells you that you need to have your foreskin removed, I'll make sure everything that can be done to prevent it from happening has been done beforehand. Of course in such a way that getting a stiffy won't ever hurt you.

"I'll even find the best surgeon to do the procedure if needed and make sure he doesn't cut off any more of your willy than need be."

"If I'm going to have anything like that done to my foreskin, I want it all removed. I don't want to have some of it cut off and then have to have it done all over if it'll keep giving me problems."

"Let's talk to the specialist about that. He should be able to tell us about the risks. Then we can decide what's best for you. You can't make a decision like that on a whim, Bryan. You need to have all the facts first, then decide what to do based on that. That's why I want to go with you, so I can help you to not only ask all the questions you need but also help you understand the answers you'll get."

"I should've come to you earlier. It really does help talking about stuff, even if you don't always say what I want to hear."

"What is it you want me to say, Bryan?"

"That everything will be fine. I understand why you won't say it, I just wish you could."

"I hope it will. I also think it will, but I can't guarantee it. However, whatever happens, we will find a way to make it work for the best for you. Together."

The Christmas break was a time of much less worrying for Bryan after he had involved Kieran and his dad in his struggles. He still wished his foreskin would stretch, if only just enough for it not to be a problem when he started puberty. It wasn't an immediate concern however and like one often does when faced with a problem one can't do anything about, he pushed it to the back of his mind. He still kept trying to stretch his foreskin from time to time, but had more or less accepted that he'd end up with a circumcision.

It was more fun going to Kieran's house and try to find out how to build his young boyfriend's car. As Kieran had said, all of it was in quite small pieces and scattered all over the floor of his bedroom.

"Did you put a bomb into the box and set it off?" Bryan asked as he reached under Kieran's bed to collect yet another little piece.

"No. It was actually quite stupid. I wanted to move the box from my desk to sit it in the bookcase. I picked it up but didn't put my fingers under the box. The lid came off and the bottom just fell to the floor and y'know. Land Rover all over."

"Good thing the controller is in a separate box then. I think that was the last bolt under your bed. But we won't really know until we start putting it together."

"It'll be cool when we can drive it for real. I watched a video of one, it looked almost as it was a real off-road car. It's able to drive really slow and go over quite large rocks."

"So, where do we start?"

"Read the instructions?" Kieran asked and looked at Bryan.

"Naaah," both boys said almost at the same time.

They had a look at the pile of parts and picked up one of the small square aluminium tubes for the frame. It took far too long to shift through all the parts and match them one by one to the tube. Bryan made the decision for both as he reached over for the instructions and started reading page one.

"You need to find the other one, there should be one pretty much the same. And then we need to find two smaller ones and some bolts."

25 minutes later they had assembled the frame for the car and had to put together the struts. At the end of the afternoon, when Bryan had to leave for home, they had put on the front struts. They carefully put all the pieces into the box and Kieran put it on the shelf in his bookcase.

"We can work on it again tomorrow. We better wash our hands. You got oil up to your elbows."

"You have some on your forehead. I wish we could just carry on, it's quite fun and we make a real good team."

"Aye. But it'll still be here tomorrow when we get here. Rowan is going to ride with me to yours in the morning."

"Okay. Is he going to stay for a bit?"

"Probably. His girlfriend isn't home. He'll most likely want to stick it in you. I don't know how you can manage it without screaming."

"It's really quite nice. He's real careful so it doesn't hurt at all. It only fills me up so nicely."

"Well, I'll just play with Walter while you play with my brother. Where are you going to do it? You can't do it in your bed."

"We'll find somewhere. Probably outside even if it's going to be too bloody cold."

"Too bad you don't have a sleeping bag and a tent."

"Hmm, I do have a sleeping bag. But no tent."

"You could make a bivouac, like back at camp."

"Y'know, I might just do that. I can make a small camp at my secret place."

"You'll show Rowan your secret place? I thought it was only me you'd want there."

"Well, I won't if you don't want me to. I only thought it would be a good place for a camp. We could sleep out there. You, me and Walter."

"I don't care if you take Rowan there. He's my brother. Don't take anyone else though."

"Who would I take? I only really know you and Rowan. There's no one else from school I know well enough to consider being a friend of mine."

Kieran didn't make any suggestions, he wanted Bryan all to himself.

I have to share him with Rowan I guess. But that's only until my dick grows as big as his. Then Bryan won't have any need for him anymore.

Chapter 109
Testing the sleeping bag

Bryan woke early the next morning. He felt a bit sore from having slept on the sofa in the lounge. He had had quite a bit of trouble falling asleep since his parents and grandparents had stayed up late and talked. He had went to the kitchen to get a bit of water and looked longingly at the overhead cupboard where the sleeping pills had been along with the vitamins and other over the counter meds. Had been, there were no more sleeping pills to be found in the manor, his mum had taken the leftovers to the hospital to have them properly disposed of.

It wasn't often Bryan wished he could just swallow a pill and go to sleep, but when the adults had kept talking and laughing loudly even past midnight, he did wish for one.

Only one, even one half would do, he had thought irritated and tiredly.

He had even considered just going upstairs and go to sleep in his own bed. Then his dad could've carried him downstairs when they went to sleep.

Or he could have slept on the sofa. But fat chance of that.

He stretched his sore body as he rose from the sofa that was so comfy when sat in. He dashed into the garden with Walter, both of them relieved themselves in the very cold darkness. Bryan shivered as he got back inside, he had only put on his coat and stuck his bare feet into his sneakers before going outside. The thin pyjamas bottoms sure hadn't been able to keep his legs warm in the near freezing weather.

"Must be nice to always wear a furry coat, huh boy?" he asked Walter.

Walter silently agreed as he did to every question Bryan asked the dog. Then nearly toppled the boy over in his eagerness to get to his breakfast. Only when Walter was happily and busily eating the dry dogfood Bryan had poured into his bowl did Bryan wash his hands in the kitchen sink. He had to wait for his parents to wake before he could do any more of his morning routines in his bathroom.

It was still only just after 7, much too early for Bryan to be up and about after only six and a half hours of sleep, so he got back onto the sofa. It didn't take him long at all to fall back asleep, not with the still warm and quite heavy winter duvet on top of him. He only woke when his dad gently nudged him, his nose instantly picking up all kinds of nice smells from the kitchen. Bacon, black pudding, baked beans and more smells of a full breakfast all competed for his attention and he scrambled to join the rest of his family in the kitchen.

He happily munched on a small sausage as he sat in only his pyjamas while his gran smiled at him. His hair was dishevelled from sleeping but for once he didn't worry about his appearance. His grandmother, well pleased that her grandson was enjoying her cooking so much, didn't know the twinkle in his eyes wasn't only from her good cooking.

This sausage is tiny compared to the one I'll be having later. Only I can't do this to that, he thought as he bit into the crispy skin and took another bite of it.

The two Byrne brothers arrived shortly before 10, Kieran made sure to give Bryan a kiss on his mouth before walking off with Walter. He had kissed his boyfriend in front of Rowan, clearly demonstrated that Bryan might be offering his backside for the older boy to use, but the love Bryan had to give was all Kieran's. Most annoyingly to Kieran, all his older boy said was that it looked so sweet.

Bryan took Rowan with him to his secret hideout, though he now thought of it simply as The Camp. It was situated on the Willowsby property, but only just. It was right on the boundary to their neighbour, however his property was almost as large as the one belonging to Bryan's family. The old neighbour never went to that part of his land, which meant Bryan's camp was never accidently discovered by anyone.

It wasn't much of a camp yet, not when Rowan first entered it with Bryan. It had already been dark out when Bryan the previous evening had taken his old sleeping bag with him when he walked Walter. The sleeping bag had originally belonged to his father and before then it had belonged to the army. It was still plenty warm as the two boys discovered when they both got in it. It was a tight fit, even if it was extra-long. They had put it on top of a lot of small pine twigs that made a somewhat soft and comfortable natural mattress.

Bryan and Kieran would later build a carefully camouflaged bivouac, one that was 100% waterproof in that spot. But when he was first fucked by Rowan in his camp, all they had was the sleeping bag. Bryan didn't take off any of his clothes, only skimmed down his trousers and boxers to bare enough of his bum for easy insertion of Rowan's large dick. The older boy had taken his trousers completely off, he didn't wear any underwear and had quickly prepared Bryan's bum with newly purchased lube. He had run out of the free Astro-glide, something Bryan wasn't exactly feeling sorry for.

That stuff was slick for like 30 minutes, then it dried out. Boy Butter would be better, especially since Rowan isn't wearing condoms any longer.

Bryan wanted to hold on to the Boy Butter for a long as he could, it was something he'd like to use with Kieran when his dick finally grew long and fat enough to be able to fuck him properly. It had an expiry date on it, but that was still more a year into the future and by then, if nothing had happened, he'd insist on having his puberty jumpstarted.

Alas, the new lubrication was plenty slick for Rowan to put his dick into Bryan without too many problems. Bryan had lay down in the sleeping bag facedown and Rowan got on top of him. Only then did the older boy zip up the sleeping bag. It took a bit of time to warm, but the exercise taking place inside made it more than warm enough to keep both boys happy.

Kieran entered the camp with Walter in tow, two hours later, amazed to see the two boys were still going at it. He went to see if he could come up with ideas for what they could do with the place. He looked at the tall oak tree that dominated Bryan's secret hideout.

It's like the perfect tree for a tree house.

It should be doable, even without hammering nails into the tree itself, they'd only have to make a base that would fit the trunk of the tree as precisely as possible and then clamp it there all around the trunk. If they did that to the floor level and what would be the ceiling level and right up at top of the roof, they'd only have to attach the rest of the structure onto those three anchoring points.

I'll suggest it to Bryan once Rowan has finished fucking him. Damn, his arse must be bloody sore by now.

Bryan was lost to the world, the only thing he could think of was the large cock sliding so wonderfully in and out of his bum. The cocoon-like sleeping bag with its nylon lining made him sweat and the skin on his little stiffy was red from rubbing against the sleeping bag. Rowan was practically squashing Bryan beneath him as he continued fucking him. None of it mattered to Bryan, all he concentrated on was the large cock driving in and out of his sloppy bum hole.

Bryan had lost count of orgasms he had been able to experience that morning, it was four, maybe five, but the number of near-misses was even higher than that. He hoped the orgasm he could feel building in his abdomen would reach its climax before Rowan again would slow down to almost not moving his fantastic cock inside of him. He gasped when he realised that it wouldn't matter if Rowan slowed down or not, Bryan would climax regardless. It was only a matter of seconds, he needed no further stimulation to push him over the edge. Not now. Most certainly not now.

Bryan climaxed again while Rowan kept pushing on, fucking him right though his orgasm. He curled up his toes and tried to bend his legs but the sleeping bag kept him from doing so. Rowan had spread his legs as far as the bag would allow him, effectively keeping Bryan from moving about too much underneath him. At first Bryan had curled his toes in pure ecstasy now he did it from the discomfort of being fucked past his orgasm. It would be minutes for Bryan to be able to again enjoy the large foreign object moving in his bum.

Once again able to think straight he checked his watch and was amazed by what it told him.

I missed lunch! No wonder I'm starving.

The full breakfast he had that morning had been digested by his stomach and the prolonged fuck had used up most of the energy it had provided. He was more than ready for another meal, only he couldn't have it while Rowan was laying on top of him. The older boy had slowed right down again, making it easier to handle his cock but not boding well for the prospect of soon being able to eat.

Bryan didn't want to ask Rowan to hurry up, it spoke against everything in his submissive nature, yet there was a real danger of his family already being out looking for the three boys.

Well, two, they probably think Rowan left right after he delivered Kieran here.

They were out of mobile phone coverage, by at least a kilometre and though Bryan didn't believe anyone would ever be able to accidently walk into his camp, he knew he'd be in all kinds of trouble if his parents had been forced to look for him. Quite possibly even more if his grandparents had joined the search.

"Rowan?" Bryan asked softly.

His voice sounded even weaker than he felt, only when he said the name of the boy fucking him did he realize how thirsty he was. He had to ask again, louder the second time even if it made him cringe.

"Rowan?"

"Huh?"

"It's after 1."

"Oh."

When the large boy didn't seem to be bothered by the time but only kept slowly fucking Bryan in his bum, he had to overcome his timidity again. It took a couple of minutes for him to speak up again.

"Rowan, I'm sorry. Uh, you have to finish. Like now."

"Why?"

Rowan didn't sound pissed, only curious. To Bryan it sounded most challengingly though.

"I, um, I was supposed to be home for lunch. Like half an hour ago."

"Crap. Okay, do you want me to stop right now? I can squirt in like two minutes, if that's okay?"

"Uh. I guess a couple of minutes won't matter too much."

"Great!"

Rowan picked up speed immediately, it made Bryan gasp but he was too concerned about being late to fully enjoy it. He was constantly looking at his watch growing ever more concerned the closer to the two minutes Rowan had said it would take him to cum. The older boy was moving in and out quite quickly when three minutes had passed but was still pumping after four. Bryan had to do something to make Rowan quit, it didn't matter anymore whether he got a chance to release his sperm or not.

However, as determined Bryan was, he just couldn't stand to disappoint Rowan. He couldn't find the courage to tell him to stop, to just pull out his cock. Bryan opted to flex his anus instead so that he'd enhance the feelings Rowan experienced from fucking into his bum hole. His bum hole that wasn't at all tight at the moment. It didn't stay loose for long though, as soon as Bryan willed it to pucker up, it gripped the fat intruder as it pulled out of him.

Only to return again, going fully inside of him, poking into that place. Into the sigmoid colon so far inside of Bryan. It didn't hurt him when a dick head entered him so deeply, not any more. It only made him feel stuffed full, as if he was desperate for a poo. Bryan had relaxed his sphincter allowing the big cock entry, to go as deep as it wanted, as if he was welcoming it with open arms. Only to tighten back as it was pulled back, like he was sad to see it leave, like he wanted to force it to stay there, deep inside of him.

To Rowan it felt like Bryan's bum was milking his cock and it wasn't long before he couldn't take the added stimulation. It wasn't the first time he had spurted his sperm into Bryan that morning, he had done it about an hour earlier. Bryan hadn't realized it as Rowan had kept quiet then. This time he wasn't as quiet it felt much too good not to moan from it.

He fucked Bryan for another ten or so strokes after spurting his sperm, just for good measure. He didn't much feel like pulling out, certainly he didn't want to unzip the sleeping bag and allow the cold air to attack his bare legs and buttocks. He knew they couldn't very well lie like that until spring would come and the air would be warmer however, and forced himself to unzip the bag. It wasn't until he had undone the zipper more than half the way that he removed his spent cock from Bryan's well-fucked hot little arse hole.

Rowan didn't waste any time cleaning up himself before he quickly put on his trousers. His sweaty legs, as well of the rest of his body already protested to the sudden coldness they experienced. Bryan on the other hand took his time to wipe himself using some of the toilet paper he had brought along with the sleeping bag. He had pushed a ball of the tissue paper into his hole before he took care of the mess on the outside. It was about the only good thing he had learned from having been molested by John, the crane operator.

Bryan hadn't needed to worry so much, his parents and grandparents hadn't thought it strange when he hadn't joined them for lunch. They'd only eaten without him and Kieran when they didn't show up. Bryan didn't even have to think of any excuses as he was never asked why they had been late. Rowan was invited to have lunch too even if the grownups had in fact thought he left after dropping off Kieran.

Chapter 110
It's his body

The two Poles returned after New Year's Eve to begin tiling the roof. They had even spent their little vacation looking for more of the slate tiles. They excitedly tried to explain Doug that they had found enough for the entire roof and it had been quite cheap. Doug figured it best not to look a gifted horse in the mouth and never asked where or how they had procured the slate. It looked no different from the original slate from the manor and he told them to go ahead and put it on. When they had finished, there was even enough of it left to retile the shed and the car port. And then some.

So everything was fine in the Willowsby home, the manor was starting to look somewhat impressive again, even if most of the windows were missing and the joints in the walls were in dire need of repair. The joints had to be redone with lime mortar, something that would have to wait for warmer temperatures. As to the windows, they had to wait for an appraiser to allow them take out a mortgage in the manor, which wouldn't take long now that the roof was done and at least part of the manor was habitable.

Then again, not everything was fine, though it was only a small issue that wasn't fine at all. While Bryan's foreskin wasn't physically very large, it still meant a great deal to him. So when he finally entered the specialist's surgery, this doctor did wear a lab coat, he was quite concerned. It helped him a lot that he wasn't alone, his dad had kept his promise and had picked him up from school so they could go see the specialist together.

Bryan had to let the specialist examine him, which wasn't really such a bad experience. He had been prepared for it of course, had known the only reason to go see this doctor was for him to have a good look at his willy. Bryan wanted him to have a thorough look too, wouldn't have been satisfied if the surgeon had only had a cursory glance at his willy. It had been weird sitting on the gurney having only unzipped the fly in his school trousers and pushed his boxers down under his nuts, but that was what the surgeon had told him to do.

The medical gloves had felt even weirder as the surgeon had tugged and stretched his foreskin, alternately bared and covered his little head to such a degree that he had boned up from it. That only made it so much easier for Bryan to not only explain but also demonstrate what he felt was the problem. He wasn't wanking his boner in front of the surgeon and his dad, he only gripped the skin tightly and pushed it back until it started hurting. Then pushed back even more just to show how much it really hurt if he did that.

The surgeon spent more time looking at the tight part of the foreskin then told Bryan to tuck himself away. When Bryan and his dad sat in front of the surgeon's desk, he told them what he thought would be the best solution for Bryan's penis.

"As you could see, your son does have a problem. Fortunately it is easily fixed. The prepuce is too narrow to be comfortably retracted. Or said in another word: phimosis. While you can normally make the problem go away by stretching, it isn't possible now. Bryan, the tight, almost hard rubbery part of your prepuce, your foreskin, is scar tissue. If you cut yourself, your skin will heal itself automatically. It'll close the gap but where the tear was a scar will form. Some scars are so fine you can't see them unless you study them with a spyglass or under a microscope, but they will still form.

"That is what we call scar tissue. Scar tissue is a bit different than normal skin, actually it's quite different, but in this case the most important difference is it isn't very flexible. Which as you already know is rather troubling when the skin is part of your penis. It isn't a very big problem now, as you don't have to retract it as far as you just demonstrated to be able to clean under it. When you mature, it'll most likely hurt when you get an erection as your glans will expand much more than it does now.

"It will be quite impossible to retract your foreskin and even if you should succeed it could get trapped behind the glans blocking off the blood supply to it. So, that's the problem we're facing. The solution is fortunately extremely simple. I use a scissors to cut through the band of scar tissue and you'll be able to retract your foreskin. It won't look so pretty but it's a small price to pay for not experiencing any pain, don't you agree?"

Bryan agreed, but not wholly. He didn't like the idea of his willy being ugly.

"Doctor, what about cutting it off? My foreskin?"

"A circumcision?"

"Yes. I mean if you're going to cut my penis anyway, why not take all of the foreskin so I'll never have any problems again?"

"Well, I suppose I could do that. It won't take much longer, but I have to warn you of the consequences however."

"I already know them, I've read about it on the internet. I'll lose a bit of sensitivity down there. Something that's probably for the best anyway. And if you botch it I could lose my penis completely. But you're not going to mess up are you?"

"I never have up until now. But that's not to say it can't happen."

"Pardon, doctor. But you're saying there's no chance, not even a small one, that this situation will rectify itself when Bryan goes through puberty?"

"I'm afraid not. It will only become a lot worse than it is now."

Bryan looked at his dad. He could see the sorrow in his eyes. It made Bryan want to cry.

Damned if I'm going to cry! It won't help. I've got to be strong.

"I've already made up my mind. I want a tight circumcision. A real tight one. I kind of like the way it looks. I don't want any loose skin when I get a sti… erection."

The surgeon looked questionably at Doug. It wasn't often he had a boy sitting there making demands as to how he wanted his penis to look.

"It's his body, doctor. If he wants a tight circumcision, that's what he'll get."

"Very well then. I do have enough time to do it now, if it'll work for you?"

Bryan suddenly didn't feel so smug any more.

"Yes. I've promised Bryan I would sit with him while it's done. Will that be okay?"

"Oh, no problems there. It's a small procedure, local anaesthetics only. Bryan will be sore for a few days but nothing that will keep him out of school really. He has to be excused from physical education and can't really exercise for up to two weeks, but that's it really."

"Dad?"

"Bryan, it's better to just have it done instead of postponing it. I'll be right there next to you holding your hand. Talking to you for the entire time."

"It'll only take thirty minutes, half of that is really waiting for the anaesthetics to kick in."

Bryan's dad did hold onto his hand, but it was more for his own comfort rather than Bryan's. Bryan had told the doctor not to put the privacy curtain in place, he wanted to see everything the doctor did to him. He even asked the doctor to explain why he'd do the things while he did them.

It was fascinating to Bryan, at least after the doctor had finished injecting the local anaesthetics into his willy. That had hurt a lot and made his willy swell to double its normal size. Only in circumference, the length remained pretty much the same. After the doctor had injected the first dosage into his poor willy, a nurse had appeared. She told him to undress and sit in what was best described as a dentist's chair. She had then proceeded to adjust the chair to where Bryan was leaning back before she painted his entire groin and part of his thighs and lower tummy yellow.

The alcohol felt cool against his skin as the nurse used a set of long pliers to hold the drenched gauze as she moved it over his skin. He asked why it made his skin turn yellow, and was told it was to help her. If the skin wasn't yellowed, it meant it hadn't been disinfected. The nurse finished prepping him and the doctor returned.

Bryan moaned softly as the doctor picked up the syringe with the long needle on it again. It didn't hurt as badly as the first time, but he stuck it into his groin numerous times all the way around his willy. After five minutes he picked up a large tweezer and asked Bryan if it hurt as he used it to pinch his foreskin.

"No, but I can feel it."

"That's okay. You'll be able to feel everything I do down here, but it shouldn't hurt you. If it does, let me know and we'll wait a bit longer for the anaesthetics to work."

The dreadful details of Bryan's circumcision is something I'll spare you the details of. As earlier stated, Bryan did follow everything closely, even managed to joke about the doctor putting his willy on fire as he used a small hot iron, not unlike a soldering iron to stop a couple of blood vessels from bleeding. Doug tried not to look, but found it worse to not look and still be able to hear Bryan's conversation with the doctor. The idea of his boy being purposely hurt wasn't easy to handle, it was only the knowledge of Bryan being spared for even more hurtful experiences later in life that offered a little consolation.

"OH SHIT! That has got to be hurting like a bitch!" Kieran said the second Bryan bared his dick that evening on Skype.

"It does hurt some, but not that much. I took some painkillers. It didn't hurt when he did it only after the drugs wore off."

"So, you're not coming to school tomorrow?"

"Unless it gets worse, I am. It's not so bad, it only throbs really. But when I get a stiffy the stitches hurt a lot."

"It looks like it's oozing between the stitches?"

"Yes. It is. I was told to just let it, only to let the gauze soak it up. It's best if it oozes, if it stays under the skin it might infect my willy. I'm going to cover it back up now. I don't really like the way it looks now."

"It won't look like that all the time I hope?"

"It shouldn't. But it'll probably stay swelled up like this for three or four days. Then it should go back to its normal size again."

"I can't wait to see what it'll look like then. But I guess you won't want to wank with me until the stitches are gone eh?"

"You're right. Sorry, but no sex at all for the next ten days."

"Hmm, both me and Rowan will be sad then."

"You can just do each other then."

"Eww, no!"

"More for me. After the ten days are up!"

"Right. I'm gonna wank now."

"Okay, have fun. I'm not going to watch, it'll only give me a stiffy."

"G'night, sleep well."

"I hope. You too. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

Bryan didn't go to school the next morning, nor the next day. His willy hurt and it seemed to hurt even more when he tried to fall asleep. The first night he hardly slept and it was only the second night he managed to get some unrestful sleep. He spent a lot of time with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a dishtowel placed right on top of his groin. It helped with the swelling which put less stress on the stitches.

It wasn't until after the stitches finally was removed that his willy could get stiff without hurting too much. Yet it was another week before the skin was completely healed, only a thin red line, that would later turn white, marked where his foreskin had been cut. The difference in skin tone was noticeable of course, the skin that had once been on the inside of his foreskin was different both in tone and texture from the skin of his shaft.

The tight circumcision had left Bryan with only a little fold that would cover about 1/5th of his glans when his dick was completely flaccid. Once erect, he could hardly move the skin back and forth without his glans being tugged out of shape.

"It does look cool now," Kieran praised.

He didn't dare say it was also looking quite a lot smaller, not because it wasn't small, as it was, but he didn't want to hurt Bryan's feelings. He had gotten the circumcision because it had been needed and now it could never be undone.

Besides, the little thing can't be less than two inches [5 cm] forever. It'll have to grow at some point. Mine is like 4.2 inches [10.7 cm] now.

"It does look sharp, it's just weird to wank now. I can't do it like I used to. There's nothing to hold onto anymore. Y'know I used to hold onto my foreskin and slide it up and down. Like you do. I can't figure out how to do it now. I haven't had a good cum since I got my willy cut."

"Aw you poor thing. Want me to kiss it better?"

"Yes. Since you're asking anyway."

Even being sucked by Kieran felt different. It was more intense since his dick head was bared all of the time, but he really missed the feelings from having Kieran gently biting into his foreskin. He was more than pleased to discover that he could still orgasm and that it felt every bit as intense as before he was cut. Eventually his dick head lost a bit of its feelings so he once again could wank as furiously as before. He learned how to let his fingers slide over the skin with a bit of his spit to keep his dick head moist.

Being fucked wasn't any different at all and that was what Bryan enjoyed the most anyway. Both by Rowan and certainly by his younger boyfriend.

Chapter 111
Spring time

Winter had almost turned to spring when Bryan was out walking Walter one Saturday morning around 10. His parents had gone to London, for two reasons, first they wanted to look at some things for the manor and second they needed some grownup time as they had said when they told him he'd have to fend for himself for one night. They wouldn't return until Sunday afternoon. Bryan was elated when they told him, figured it would be a great opportunity for Kieran to spend the night.

Alas, Kieran couldn't and neither could his brother. The Byrnes were headed to Ireland for the weekend, had even picked up the boys early from school Friday. They wouldn't return until late Sunday evening. It wasn't a complete disaster for Bryan, he knew he wouldn't be lonely, Walter was there with him. It was why he was out walking him at 10, a time he normally never would do that. More often than not, he'd be about ready to take Rowan's cock in his bum, while Kieran trained with Walter.

Bryan had the dog on his leash as they were walking in the street, Bryan had read it was important for Walter to be walked in different places every once in a while so he wouldn't get uncomfortable, for instance, when walking on tarmac with cars passing by. There weren't many cars on the public street outside Bryan's home, but that was only a good thing as Bryan had ample time to get Walter to sit well away from the street before a car would reach them.

What Bryan had forgotten about was the old lady with her equally as old Border collie that would roam around at about that time each and every day. He was only happy he had Walter on his leash as the dog all of a sudden started acting really weird. Bryan could hardly keep him under control even with the leash, if not for the choke collar fitted around the neck of the dog he would've just run off with him. He did drag Bryan along wheezing and barking as he tried to get to where the collie was.

Just as Bryan noticed the old lady he found himself next to a young tree and before Walter could drag him any further, Bryan quickly walked on the opposite side of the tree. He managed to get the leash wrapped around the tree, effectively blocking Walter from moving any further towards the lady and her old dog.

"You keep that mutt away from my Hortensia. She's not to be raped by a retriever, you hear me, brat?"

Bryan was floored by the way the lady, no the old bag, talked to him. Wasn't he doing everything he could to keep Walter away from her probably flea-infested and sick old dog? Walter wasn't a crossbreed, he had a pedigree that traced all the way back to his great grandfather and mother. Probably more than what could be said about the sorry looking Border collie that looked as it could hardly walk.

"Walter, stay!" Bryan said sternly but in a low voice, "You don't want to go near those two anyway."

Walter was however very interested in getting to the Border collie. It was a bitch and a bitch in heat! Already his canine penis was ready for action, it had slid just partway out of its furry sheath. Ready to be inserted into and then grow inside the vagina of the Border collie. It didn't matter if Hortensia was more than four times his age. She was still able to have a litter and Walter wanted to be the father of it.

The pesky little puppy had somehow blocked him from getting closer, the constricting collar almost choking him. What was worse was the Border collie was moving away from him. Couldn't she see him? Surely she had to be able to hear his happy encouraging barks. The wind was not in his favour, it carried away from him, but it had been what had enabled him to smell her. The beautiful smells. That was getting slightly harder to pick up, but he'd be able to follow her scent for 10 miles if he had to. More, if conditions were perfect.

He tried again to free himself from the annoying thing around his neck. The lack of oxygen was taking its toll on his strength so it wasn't much he could do really. Nothing but pitifully whine at the missed opportunity.

Bryan waited for ten minutes before figuring it was safe to undo the knot on the leash and walk back home. Walter wasn't much interested in walking in the same direction as Bryan but by clever use of the choke collar the dog had to follow. It wasn't until they were safely back inside the manor with the entrance door shut and locked Bryan thought it wise to remove the choke collar and leash from Walter.

Walter was still acting weird even after a couple of hours. He'd lay down for a minute then get up and walk restlessly around ever whining. It was driving Bryan mad.

"Oh shut it, Walter. I'm not letting you out now."

It wasn't until later that day when Bryan decided to go take a long bath that he managed to find at least a bit of relieve from his dog. With the door to his bathroom shut and the water noisily pouring into the tub he could distract himself from the whining dog. Bryan had no clue what had caused his dog to act that way. He'd never done anything remotely like this before.

I'll look into it after my bath. Google will know.

He would've probably been able to find the reason by googling it, but he never quite managed it. He had, as per usual whenever it was possible, given himself an enema before laying fully into the tub and let the hot water relax him. He had stayed in the tub for more than an hour, every now and then he let a bit of the cooling water out before topping up with new hot water.

Maybe that was why he was caught a bit off guard after he let the water out while drying himself and went drowsily and quite naked to retrieve a pair of clean boxers and a shirt from his cupboard. He had only managed to put on his polo shirt and had just bent over to pick up the boxers he had dropped on the floor when he heard Walter coming up behind him.

At least he's not whining anymore, Bryan thought to himself as he put his hand on the blue boxers in front of him.

What happened next took place so quickly Bryan couldn't have done anything to prevent it. Walter jumped up and grabbed the lithe boy just above his hipbones with his powerful forelegs. The momentum sent Bryan tumbling forwards back into his small walk-in cupboard, though only his upper body ever made it inside. His lower body, from hip to feet were still inside his bedroom, where Walter was still clinging onto him.

"Walter! NO! Leggo, you're scratching me!" Bryan shouted out.

Walter didn't care. The bared backside of Bryan's had reminded him of the times where he saw the boy puppy being used as a bitch. He could still remember the smell Hortensia had emitted and his instincts told him he had to copulate. Bryan would have to suffice, with him on his hands and knees he was the perfect height too.

Bryan could feel something hard poking him. It felt like a pointy stick and he couldn't quite figure out what it was at first. He was more interested in trying to get Walter to release his hold around his hips, then he could see what the stick was. Walter nudged him forwards again, forcing him to put both hands on the floor less he'd land face first on it. That's when the stick started poking his bum cheek.

"WALTER! NO! STOP!" Bryan screamed from the top of his lungs.

Now he knew what it was poking him so insistently. It had to be Walter's stiffy. While it wasn't any bigger than Kieran's, he had no intensions of letting Walter do something like that to him. Walter didn't let up even when Bryan screamed, nor when he started sobbing. He knew there was supposedly a hole back there, one where his dick would fit into and he kept searching for it.

"OWWWW! NOOO!"

Walter's canine dick had finally found where it was supposed to go and with one mighty stab it sent the first, visible part of it inside the boy puppy that was really a bitch in disguise. Another two thrusts and he had all of his dick inside, it was much longer than Kieran's, now that the sheath had been pushed back and out of the way. Walter's dick reacted to the heat from Bryan's arse and started swelling. The bony dick that had never seemed any thicker than Bryan's own little appendage soon swelled to about the size of Rowan's.

The knot quickly swelled too, unfortunately for Bryan it had been pushed inside his rectum just past his anus. It was literally less than a minute before Bryan had what felt like a tennis ball stuck inside his already sore arse. At least Walter had calmed down a little once the knot had swelled up inside his bitch boy puppy. His frantic movements all but stopped when the knot was securely embedded. Walter's sperm had been flowing for a while, still did as he released Bryan's hips and pushed himself off of him.

Bryan felt like his innards were being pulled out through his bum hole when Walter turned around and stood facing away from him. He had to scurry backwards as the dog tried to take a step forwards.

"Walter! STAY!"

At least now Walter did as he was told. Bryan tried reaching back to examine what exactly was inside his bum hole, it had never been so painfully stretched as it was right then. Walter didn't want him to do that, he growled at him, something he had never ever done previously. Only playfully when they had a game of tug of war. Quickly Bryan moved his hand back to the floor. He didn't want to fight Walter, certainly not when he had something of the size of a tennis ball stuck in him.

Whatever it is it feels like a bowling ball. Fuck it seriously hurts.

Bryan ended up being joined to his dog for more than half an hour before the knot finally started decreasing in size and painfully popped out of his bum. He didn't have time to turn around and see the size of the cock that had just vacated his bum before Walter was there lapping at it. Even then, Walter growled at Bryan, who saw no other option than stay put and let his dog lick his bum for as long as he darn well pleased. His nuts were far too close to the sharp teeth of his dog.

When Walter had finally finished with Bryan he went to his dog bed and started noisily cleaning his dick. It had shrunk back to the size Bryan had seen before and he couldn't believe that was all that had been inside of him.

There was a ball of some sorts inside my bum. I know it. I could feel it!

Sitting in front of his laptop after having rinsed his bum out yet again didn't feel very nice, yet he had to find out what he had just had inside of him. When he finally found a picture of an erect golden retriever dick with the knot showing he about fell off his chair.

"No way! You didn't just fuck me with something like that, Walter!"

The dog looked up indifferently before resuming his licking.

Bryan walked Walter again later that evening, this time sticking to their own property. But as the rescue center lady had explained, Walter didn't have to get up close to a bitch in heat to pick up her scents. Back in the house, Walter started whining again. Squirting cold water on him didn't stop him. Only one thing would seem to work. One thing Bryan absolutely never wanted to ever do again.

Alas, when Walter was still whining at 2 AM, Bryan climbed out of his bed and wrapped his duvet around his midsection before he put a bit of the Boy Butter in his bum hole and offered his hind quarters to Walter. Walter didn't need to poke around so much this time before he gained entry and took Bryan like a bitch once more.

"You know Walter, you're not going to fuck me like this all the time. If you keep wanting to do this, I'm going to have you neutered. I don't care if I won't get any puppies out of you then. Not if you insist on trying to make them with me. I'm not a bitch, I'm a boy dammit!"

Chapter 112
The off-road track

Sunday was almost a repeat of Saturday, Walter whined in that pitiful longing way until Bryan would get down on all four and brace himself for the extremely hard and rough coupling. He ended up being knotted to Walter three times that day, the last time outside as his parents had returned from London by then.

He refused to let Walter take him Monday morning, he didn't know how to prevent the large knot from going inside of him and feared he'd end up being stuck to Walter for so long he'd miss the school bus. He didn't want to do it in the afternoon after he returned from school, but when his parents asked what was wrong with the dog at the dinner table, he didn't know what to tell them. To tell them the dog was horny and desperately wanted to fuck him didn't seem like such a good idea.

He let Walter have a go at his bum again after dinner, during their evening walk. Fortunately for Bryan it was the last time, at least for another six months as Hortensia's period of being in heat ended. Walter lost his interest for the small boy's bum which made Bryan happy. He much preferred to be the one to decide who got to stick their dicks inside of it and the two Byrne brothers were more than adequate for his wants and needs.

Bryan got his first taste of semen in a long while when Kieran's balls, now much more than twice as large as Bryan's, started producing the fluid. There wasn't hardly any of the tasty stuff at first, really only enough to activate his taste buds. Kieran was proud, he had reached the first milestone on becoming a man. His dick was growing too, seemingly by a whole centimetre per passing month. It wasn't the only thing growing on the now twelve year-old boy's body. His legs and arms grew longer as well. That was to be expected, but the pain he experienced from his bones was no less agonizing.

He didn't tell Bryan about his growing pains. The boy was extremely jealous of him. Bryan was almost two years his senior, it just didn't seem fair to him that Kieran was in the middle of a growth spurt and he was still stuck in his little boy body. He began wondering if it was some form of punishment for an unknown crime he had committed.

I'm doing everything I should be doing. I'm eating the proper food, I'm exercising. I've completely stopped eating sweets and drinking Coke. And still nothing works! There's something wrong with me, with my body. I know it! It's not natural to keep looking like a ten year-old. Not when you're 14 and a half!

Still, he had to wait, Dr Hansson had told him he could start puberty without artificial stimulation any day now. It didn't comfort Bryan, the GP had told him this since the first day he had seen him. While Bryan suffered, one boy after the other in his year started maturing. It wasn't real obvious at first as they never had to get naked in the PE classes and Bryan couldn't tell if the other boys had started growing pubic hair.

I'm sure most of them has a big bush by now, one they need a brush cutter to keep under control. Kieran got his first hairs already. Proper ones too. Orange ones, like Rowan's.

Bryan wasn't mad at Kieran for growing hairs, he had even told the younger boy not to shave them when Kieran had asked if he wanted him to do so.

Maybe when they grow real long I'll ask him to trim them a little. Only so they won't get in my mouth when I suck him off.

There were other things, quite a lot actually, going on in Bryan's life to keep his thoughts from always circling around his lack of maturity. School of course, first and foremost, was extremely time consuming to the point where Bryan moaned from the never ending schoolwork he had to do. Being in an advanced class in not only maths but also science meant he never had a free evening at home during the week. While his laptop made it so much easier to do his schoolwork it required a great deal of self-restraint not to log onto Skype to talk to Kieran or one of his friends from school.

Then there was Walter, another responsibility for Bryan. But he loved his dog almost equally as much as he loved Kieran. Allowing Walter to keep his balls and letting him use Bryan as a bitch when he had needed it should tell you how much he loved Walter. The two were almost inseparable from the time Bryan set foot inside after returning from school until Bryan left for school the next morning. When Bryan would do his schoolwork sitting in front of his desk, Walter would lay under the desk keeping Bryan's feet warm.

Kieran's 4x4 R/C Land Rover Defender also took time to build. It didn't take the two boys months to build it, only five weekends and then it was time to drive it to see what it was able to do. They had fun driving it around in Kieran's garden, it could drive quite fast on the lawn. When the novelty of just driving it back and forth on the grass had worn off, they looked for more challenging things to do.

"I don't think my mum will allow me to build a proper track for it in the garden," Kieran told Bryan.

He had just carefully navigated the car up over the low bricks separating lawn from a bed of flowers. For the tenth time.

"If you want, we can make one in my garden. You know, the 550 football pitches not too far from here. Your mum even lets you bike there alone now."

They went to Bryan's property and started looking for places that could be easily converted into a proper off-road track for the Land Rover. It wasn't hard to find locations, the tricky part was to decide which one to go for. They debated the pros and cons for each place they had found and settled on one close to Bryan's camp. Not too close, as both boys were certain they wouldn't be able to keep the car for themselves, not with three other males in their families all desperate for a go at the controller.

The track location inside the small grove was nearly perfect, there was a quite long hill that could be driven up and down in a multitude of ways, depending on what you wanted. At the top of the hill was a tree with exposed roots, making for a nice bumpy stretch of track, one they'd improve on by adding small and semi large rocks. There was even a dip in the ground where a tractor had long ago driven by a multitude of times. It was a natural mud pit and a shallow river for the car to go through.

Kieran and Bryan got busy laying out the track and enlisted Rowan to help out the day after. When they needed some of the old building materials from the manor to improve on the track, Bryan asked his dad for permission to take them. Not only did they get the materials they needed, they also got another helper for the project. When Kieran and Rowan returned the following weekend they had their dad in tow. He had overheard the boys talk about the project at the dinner table and gotten quite interested too.

This was almost too good to be true. And it was. Kieran and Bryan was gently pushed aside, when the older males started debating improvements to the track. They didn't stop at the debate, without asking the two younger boys they went ahead and started the work as well.

"I don't like this, Bryan," Kieran told him quietly.

"Me neither. It's like they've taken over completely now. We're only getting in their way."

"Well, it's still our car. Come, let's find somewhere else to play with it."

It wasn't until nearly an hour later someone realized the boys had left and, even worse, had taken the car with them. The track was ready for the first lap, but without the car they couldn't test their creation. It didn't take long for them to find the boys, they hadn't walked far and the whirr of the electric engine was easy to hear.

"We don't care about the track you built. This is our car. You can get your own car if you want to try it," Kieran told his dad.

Bryan was happy Kieran said the car was also his. He knew it was bloody expensive, he had looked for one on the internet. He had thought it would be cool to race against Kieran, but had been shocked by the price. It cost about the same as his laptop, more than double of the cash he had remaining. If Bryan hadn't paid for the driveway, he would've been able to buy a car like Kieran's. He came close to regretting having done that, it had seemed like such a good idea back then.

It still is! The driveway is being used every day and it'll still be there in ten years. I'd only grow tired from the car. And then it would just be another expensive thing I'd never use, he told himself.

"Kieran, we built the track for you," Rowan said.

"Nuh-uh. If you had, you would've done as me and Bryan told you. Not just decide it would be better not to have the track go through the river like we wanted. And change the turns we had so carefully laid out. The track you built is rubbish! Utter crap! It sucks and we will not drive our car there."

"You ungrateful little beireann go hanabaí!"

"Rowan!"

Paul made the name of his son sound like a guttural growl.

"Sorry. But he is!"

"He is no such thing. You'll tell him just how sorry you are or I will make you. Now!"

"Sorry Kieran."

"You're still not going to drive our car!"

"Kieran."

"But dad! You heard what he called me!"

"I did. Still, you can let him drive one lap of the track. After that we will make it exactly as you want it."

Kieran hoped for the battery to go flat while he watched Rowan navigate the car around the track. He had to admit it was a somewhat cool track his brother and dad and Bryan's dad had made. It wasn't nearly as good as the one it turned into under the careful guidance by Bryan and Kieran though.

Bryan never got a car of his own, he might've been able to get one from his parents, but he never asked for one. It was plenty fun timing each other as they took turns driving Kieran's car, probably as much as it would've been racing at the same time. At least now they could cheer for, or more often laugh at the other's feeble attempts of trying to make the car go up the steepest hill of the track.

Chapter 113
Leaving matters to God

Kieran did suggest building a tree house in the old oak but Bryan thought it would be too much trouble and probably quite expensive too. It would have been a great idea, if Bryan and Kieran were six or seven, not twelve and fourteen. It would only be another testament of a childhood gone, well nearly gone as Bryan still looked very much like a young child.

It didn't keep them from building a deluxe bivouac with a raised floor, proper windproof and more importantly watertight sides and roof. Bryan found some leftovers of the fibre barrier the Poles had so much trouble getting installed on the roof of the manor and it worked splendidly for a bivouac too. It was dark grey on the outside and was real easy to camouflage.

They kept the bivouac fairly low, only leaving enough headroom inside for Kieran to mount Bryan doggy style. Something they made sure to test properly, before finally deciding the height of it. They adhered to the old builder's saying, always measure twice, then cut. They even left enough room for when Bryan would start growing as they didn't plan to demolish the structure any time soon.

They managed to keep the building a secret, though Doug at times wondered why he couldn't find the tools he was looking for and then the next day find them exactly where he thought he had last put them. The materials they used all came from the manor, the broken slate tiles even looked quite nice on the 4x4m low sloping roof of the bivouac. It was enclosed on three sides, the rear facing south west as Bryan had learned the wind predominantly came from that direction.

"It'll also be nice to wake up with the sun shining in on us. It won't be too harsh as it has to go through those tree tops over there," he told Kieran.

The Bivouac was ready for testing early summer and the boys were granted permission to camp out in a weekend from Saturday to Sunday, as long as they were ready for church at the precise time. It was an almost perfect camp out, Bryan had brought sausage wieners to cook over an open fire and potato salad for their dinner. Walter managed to eat half of the sausages in an unguarded moment however.

Later, when the mosquitoes got too aggressive, they retreated to the bivouac. Bryan had talked about the early morning sun shining at them in the mornings but it wouldn't be able to penetrate the heavy curtain of cheap fleece throws they had cut up and installed. It made the 4x3m bivouac into a private room where no mosquito could find their way into. Bryan and Kieran quickly killed the few mosquitoes already there, before Kieran found a way into Bryan's bum. It was easily penetrated by his now 5.5 inches [14 cm] long but still fairly skinny dick.

"I'll never grow bored from you sticking it in me," Bryan said while moaning.

"I'll never need a girl to fuck, Bryan. I'll never want to fuck anyone but you."

When Bryan finally reached his 15th birthday and there still were no signs of puberty, he informed his parents that he wanted to have it started by hormone treatment. His mum wouldn't allow it, argued it should be left in the hands of God as to when he'd grow from the small boy she loved into a young man. Bryan couldn't persuade her and his dad wasn't having any luck with it either. It wasn't until a few hours later Bryan finally convinced her. He only had to tell her one thing then.

"Mum, if you and dad had left it in the hands of God, I wouldn't ever have been born."

That was something she couldn't argue against, what Bryan had said was true.

They were later told by Dr Hansson that if they had left it in the hands of God, Bryan would never have matured. While his body would've grown some, he'd never turn into a man. The doctor apologized to Bryan, told him how he should've tested his blood sooner. Bryan didn't care. He was only happy that he was finally going to start maturing. He almost couldn't feel the first injection of the testosterone in his shoulder, but he could see the effects it had on his body only six months later. So could Kieran.

The younger of the two boyfriends loved it when Bryan would fuck him, it was almost as nice as fucking Bryan. It only annoyed Kieran that he always had to be the one to ask if Bryan wanted to have sex. Bryan was after all the older of the two, he was kind of supposed to be in charge, wasn't he?

The End