Nylin and I stood in my side yard talking. As we talked he slowly worked his leg up between my legs while I was making sure we were in the shadows as I leaned against the garage. My instincts said to let him do what he so obviously wanted to do, but there was something that held me back from giving into my instincts. He moved his hand up on his thigh within an inch of where my package stood pressing against the inside of my pants, but he went no further without me inviting him. He headed back toward his house after ten minutes of unsatisfying and excruciating small talk.

I stood there watching his house until the light came on in his bedroom, which drew me to the tree near his window. I watched him strip out of his clothes. His cock stood straight out of his black pubic hair. He looked at it pulling down on it one time like he might be getting ready to do something, but he flipped off the light and headed toward the living room. I watched his ass as the light from the hall shinned on him until he disappeared.

I was hoping for something more so I could jack off while watching him perform, but I ended up taking my problem to my bedroom, cursing myself for not going that one more step, letting him do it for me. I little understood my reluctance in becoming involved with him when I was clearly ready to have something happen between Nylin and me. Each time I thought it was about to happen, there was something that would stop me. It might have been the scene with Jimmy, and then I was no longer sure I wanted to put myself in the crosshairs of the local rednecks by consorting with a known homosexual.

All of this made perfect sense until I was alone in my room picturing that ass of his and his well cut cock while I masturbated myself raw, longing for the touch of another boy. I knew I wanted to touch him and to feel his body. I wanted him to feel mine. I was this far from getting over the hump and I knew the next time would be it. I told myself the next time I was unzipping my pants and letting him do what he wanted to do. What if he has lost interest? What if he doesn't like my dick? What if he laughs at me?

The weekend really flew by. I had too much homework, and than I went with my father on errands because my mother went back to bed not feeling well. The next thing I knew it was Sunday afternoon and I still had a paper to do for English. Thoughts of dropping by on Nylin passed through and out of my head until I was in bed and thinking about, would have, should have, yet another time.

Robert was waiting for me on the path Monday after school. He was holding a pack of Camels and smoking a cigarette like he expected it would be the last one he ever got. He started walking onto the path as I got to the edge of the woods. We ended up side by side as he puffed continued puffing away and looking at his feet as he walked.

"Been showing off again?" I asked.

"What?" he snapped. "Surprised by the question."

"You've got a fresh pack of cigarettes. I thought maybe someone paid to hold your dick or something."

He laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head saying, "I knew I shouldn't have told you about that. You aren't going to let me forget it, are you? I know it's worth a lot more than a pack of cigarettes these days, Martin. It's bigger now."

"Well, I figure you still owe me from Friday. You took off before I could see what all the fuss is about. You know what they say about talk."

"What?"

"It's cheap," I said.

"I'll show you right here. I'm not bashful, Martin. Are you?"

"Yes," I said, "Not here."

"I'm surprised Nylin hasn't drawn you a picture by now," Robert said. "I'm sure he's memorized it since he's on it all the time."

"No pictures but I do have a Polaroid camera at my house," I said. "That way I won't have to use my memory."

"We could take pictures and sell them," Robert said. "I bet the girls would love my dick. The last one I showed it to said, no way, get away from me with that thing. Before she saw it she was all hot for it while playing with me through my pants. Bummer huh?"

"Guys too," I said. "They never say get away from me. They like seeing what other guys have."

Robert turned his head looking up from the path shyly. He always seemed to be looking down as thought he might trip and fall if he didn't keep track of where he put his feet. He wasn't a good-looking guy or even cute to me but when I was around Robert, he oozed sexuality. Nylin was direct and always talking about it. Robert never really said anything directly about sex, but most everything he said was related to that subject in some way.

His right front tooth was chipped at one corner, and he had a nice smile with nice even teeth, and his green eyes sparkled when he smiled. His skin was dark, similar to light skinned Spanish or Native Americans might have. I call it the all over tan. His lips were sensual, not thin and not thick, and his nose would have been considered the right size for his face.

He showed no features that might identify him as being black. Knowing it was one more thing I wasn't supposed to know, I didn't think about that little fact Nylin had given me except that one afternoon when I looked at Robert closely for the first time. He seemed to like being looked at. He kept flashing me his shy smile. I'm not sure what I was looking for because what I really wanted to see was well hidden. When I said I didn't want him to pull his dick out there on the path with people walking close by, I was lying. I wanted him to flip that sucker right out of his pants so I could see it. I really wanted to see it now.

"They're my main source of income up until now," he said, after we walked quite a ways.

"Guys?" I said.

"Sure. Girls don't pay to see it. I'm always surprised at some of the guys that want a look. Has Nylin told you everything?"

"I don't know. You think there is something you want me to know?" I asked.

"No. I just wondered if he told all our secrets," Robert said. "Boy will stop at nothing to get to the meat of things, if you catch my drift," he said, looking up smiling one more time.

"You have secrets? He just told me about his life mostly. Says you are the first family he has ever had. Says it was a bit tense at first but you all get along now. He says you are both nice to him and try to keep him out of trouble because he doesn't have good sense."

"He really say all that shit about James and me?"

"Yeah. Said you didn't like him much at first but after a while you became friends, James too. Says you all get along in some strange mix and match way that works."

"Daddy told us we had to be nice to him. Little creep. I thought he was at first but he's okay, I guess. He sure keeps things from getting boring around the house. One of these days he's going to walk out naked and I'm going to sit him right down on my lap. I'd like to see what that's like for a change. Jimmy says he can but he's too small for me. I'd love to find me someone to sit right down and make all gone with it. Nylin keeps my mind off it in other ways. I'm never horny all night any more. I don't know when the kid sleeps. Must sleep in class."

"You really think about doing that to him?" I said, surprised he told me what he wanted to do.

Robert glanced at me as we came up toward the highway. This time he wasn't smiling. We darted out between the racing cars from the high school. He walked ahead of me for a couple of minutes before glancing back and slowing down so I could catch up to him again.

"Come on, Martin, you haven't thought about it when you're looking at that sweet little tight ass of his?" he said. "Boys got an ass that cries out to be fucked. Tell me you haven't watched him walking around naked and not wanted to slip him some dick. You'd have to be dead not to have thought about it."

"I'm not around him that much. If he did that in front of me all the time, I'd have to fuck him, I guess," I said, wanting him to tell me about sex with Nylin. "He's hinted around about him wanting to get together. I wasn't sure how serious he is about it."

"Serious as a heart attack, dude. You wouldn't believe me if I told you shit we done. He gets me all hot and bothered sitting on the couch and shit because he knows it won't fit up his butt. He's going to grow up one day and then his ass is mine. Speaking of which, he says you saved his ass at the bowling alley. Some guy was mouthing off to him. He says you like shut the guy right up," Robert said. "I'd have fucked the little bastard up he said shit like that when I was around."

"Just told him to shut up, Jimmy Bell."

"Kenny Bell's brother?"

"That's him," I said. "He's always been so quiet and meek. I never thought he'd be talking like that in public. When I taught him in Sunday school I'd always wrestle with seven and eight years olds after class. He used to hold onto my leg when I was fending off the rest of the class, he'd like always put his hand up in my crotch as he wrapped his arms around my legs trying to hold me down. I figured he was gay since he was always latching onto my dick. I was pretty well grown but he seemed like a little boy to me. He's taller than I am now. I was surprised how big he got."

"You ever think of doing things with him when he was grabbing onto your cock?"

"I was only twelve, Robert. I didn't think about things like that," I said, surprised at the question.

"He's only twelve and he's getting Nylin to blow him."

"I suppose. I didn't start thinking about sex all the time until I was about thirteen or so. He's probably close to thirteen if not already. Besides, I knew him," I said.

"Yeah, but you thought he was gay."

"I thought about it. If it had happened once I'd have written it off, but it was every week. He was always going right for it once we started wrestling," I said.

"You never thought once about letting him get a little tiny peak at what he was grabbing onto," Robert said, smiling wickedly under his arched eyebrows.

"Robert, he was a little boy. No."

"Not even one little thought that if he was holding onto your hard-on he might want to go down on it?"

"You're gross. I never said I got hard," I said.

"Give me a break. I'm not stupid. You got hard and he kept holding it. Been there done that, dude. Don't tell me it didn't turn you on," he said.

"I wasn't very big. I guess I got hard a couple of times," I said.

"And you made him quit touching it as soon as you got hard, right?"

"No exactly. I was wrestling with the kids. I wasn't thinking about it," I said.

"Right. You let him hold onto it because it felt good."

"You know, Kenny Bell? He's a nice guy."

"Just what I thought, Martin. You wanted it and you know it. I have gym with him, Kenny. He's okay," Robert said. "He's checked me out more than once. Never wanted nothing but the free shower show."

"I'm surprised you let guys see it in the shower. Wouldn't you do better business making them pay to see it all the time?" I asked.

"Nah! Free advertising. They only see it soft in the shower. That's where most of my business comes from. Once they see it soft, well, guys are curious."

"Jimmy used to be a nice kid. I've known him all his life. He was always such a quiet little boy. That's what's so confusing about him acting that way. I guess he's about twelve almost thirteen, towing around two eleven year olds from the elementary school when he ran into us. He was probably just having a testosterone rush," I said. "He's about that age."

"Did Nylin fool around with him or something?" Robert asked. "I mean was Nylin blowing this kid?"

"It wasn't my turn to check out his social calendar," I said. "You better ask Nylin if you want to know who he's fooling around with. Let me know what he tells you."

"He told me he told you he was blowing him after school in the woods behind the junior high. After the first time, next day the kid comes back wanting a repeat performance if Nylin wants him to keep quiet about his talent. Thursday he wanted it again and he has a friend that might want a sample."

"You mean Jimmy wanted to bring someone else?" I asked.

"Nylin said he asked if he would blow his friend."

"Didn't say who? It has to be someone I know. I know everyone Jimmy knows. If he has a friend that wants to get blown, Jimmy's fooling around with someone besides Nylin. Maybe he just can't get him to do what Nylin does and he wants him to see what that's about? Did Nylin agree to blow the other kid?" You know Nylin, a hard dick is such a terrible thing to waste. Said the kid kept asking him during classes if he was going to meet him or not. Why would he call him names if he liked what Nylin was doing for him? Why did he want Nylin to keep meeting him if it was a problem? Why would he want Nylin to meet his friend? Makes no sense to me. Now you tell me the kids queer."

"Robert, I didn't say he was. I said I thought he might be. I don't know why he was acting like a jerk. Maybe he had a bad day. He was wishing he'd kept his mouth shut after I finished with him. His buddies are probably wondering about him if they don't already know," I said. "He just pissed me off or I wouldn't have been so hard on him because I remembered thinking he was gay. I'm sure not letting no twelve year old get the best of me. I was with Nylin after all. Saying nothing would have made people wonder all the more."

"Nylin said you made it sound like the kid doing the talking was the queer."

"Yeah, and he's from this town, and everyone knows him and his family, and no one is going to believe that about Jimmy Bell. Nylin is the new kid, and if there is trouble, he will get the short end of the stick, trust me. I made everyone laugh, and maybe they just figured us for kids being kids because Nylin is a lot smaller than Jimmy, but Nylin can't go around blowing everyone with a hard dick. He's going to piss someone off and they won't care he's a kid."

"You won't let him get in trouble, will you?"

"He's got a mind of his own, Robert. You should know that. I go to the senior high and he is over fooling around with the junior high kids. Can't do much when he's a mile away."

"Yeah, but if he gets in trouble around here, Dad will haul us all out of here. You don't want me leaving, do you? Not before you get to know me better. You'd like all of us you got to know us better. I don't want to move again. You'll help, right? I'll give you all the time you want if you help us stay here."

"No. I wouldn't want you moving," I said. "How do you know I want time with you?"

"Don't you? Tell me you aren't curious? Tell me you don't what to feel it getting hard in your hand. You wouldn't like that?"

I don't know why my mouth got dry all of a sudden. Robert's shy smile turned back into that wicked knowing smile. He knew I wanted to feel it and see it and do a lot more than that, but I had never told him, until then.

"Like I said, guys are curious about what other guys got. I'll take you up on your proposition."

"Good. If he is getting himself in trouble, I want you to look out for him," Robert said. "You know the people here. Sweet talk them out of thinking he's gay."

I was disappointed when we got to the house and Robert said he had to go home. Monday was the day his father came to take them to dinner and to go grocery shopping for the week. He had to make sure Nylin had clothes on when his father showed up since Nylin never remembered what day it was.

They were all expected to go along to make sure they got their favorite items. He said they were not limited in what they wanted to eat. Since Nylin did all the cooking, he also said what they would get at the market, except for junk food and candy, which Robert told me was his favorite food group.

I looked for Robert the next two days, but he never came down the path. Alfie came one day, and I walked with him while he told me about the party at Greg's house over the weekend. I hadn't known about it, and I was disappointed an invitation hadn't come my way. Perhaps I'd be luckier next time. I really wanted to get lucky with Greg since looking at him made my dick hard.

Each day I thought about guys and sex and doing things to the ones I liked. I was lucky no one could see inside my mind. I'd probably never have made it out of elementary school alive, but than again, I might have become really popular with the boys that also thought about sex all the time.

I was near the house coming home from school on Friday, hoping something would come my way for the weekend, but I had pretty much given up all hope of a break through in my sex life as I walked down the street that led to my house. As I rounded the corner of my garage, I saw Jimmy Bell walking across Nylin's yard. He looked up and down the street as he went to the front door before he opened it and walked right in.

I found this to be really odd. I remembered the scene at the bowling alley, and then I remembered Robert asking me to watch out for Nylin. It seemed the right thing to do was to make sure Nylin was okay, but it was inconceivable Jimmy was there to cause more trouble. Why go to the house of someone you don't like and just walk in. It didn't make a lot of sense to me. Jimmy was bigger than Nylin, but he was still a kid.

I went to the front door and peered in. No one was in sight. I turned the knob and it was unlocked. I pushed the door open to listen. I could hear a voice that sounded like Jimmy's. It wasn't loud or angry in any identifiable way. I stood just inside the door listening but I only heard a sound behind me. I jerked around to see Robert standing behind me smiling from ear to ear.

"Looking for me? Go on in. Don't be bashful. He's in there. Probably in his bedroom naked and waiting for me to get home. He'll do what you want. It's okay, Martin, I want tell anyone," he said, pushing past me. I took his shoulder and held my hand to my mouth saying, "I just Jimmy Bell walk right in here."

"What?" Robert said. "Nylin said he was having a friend over after school. Said I might get in on it if I was quiet when I came in. You're seeing things, dude. Been smoking a little grass between classes? Nylin's not that stupid. He probably just looked like that kid."

I followed Robert into the house and down the hall where we could see a tall skinny boy's naked ass just inside of Nylin's room. His pants and underwear were down to his ankles and his hips were thrust forward as someone was kneeling in front of him. The door was wide open and he was barely even in Nylin's room. The ass wasn't bad at all. It was round and firm looking.

"What the fucks going on?" Robert growled.

Jimmy Bell was immediately reaching down and grabbing at his pants but he stumbled and ended up on the floor with his long slender dick standing straight out still shinning with Nylin's spit on it. He put his hand over it to hide it since he wasn't having a lot of luck frantically trying to get his pants up. The evidence was easy to see around his too small hand. Robert kept moving forward until he put his size eleven shoes in-between Jimmy's legs. There was no way for him to get his pants up and he yanked a couple of times and then looked up realizing his plight. Robert stared down at him as Jimmy's fair skin turned red all over.

"You Kenny Bell's little brother?" Robert growled.

"I don't know," Jimmy said, looking at Nylin while trying to yank his pants past Robert's foot two times before once again giving in to his circumstances.

"That's Jimmy Bell alright," I said. "You're the one calling Nylin queer as I recall. Here you are with your pants down looking pretty queer yourself," I said, looking at his smooth boyish skin and the sagging cock that was a pretty fair size for a boy his age. It extended out of a small patch of very blond pubic hair.

"No. He wanted to blow me all the time. I didn't do anything to him," Jimmy said, with panic in his voice. "I wouldn't ever do that. He makes me let him blow me. He likes sucking cocks. Tell him, Nylin. Tell him you wanted me to come over here."

"Didn't do anything when he's helping you out. A one way queer at best. Nothing worse than one that won't return the favor," Robert said. "A boy should have to give a blow to get a blow, don't you think, Martin," Robert said, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Sounds right to me if you say that's how it should be, Robert."

"I'm not queer," Jimmy said. "I just let him do it to me. I'm not like that. You aren't going to tell my brother about me... about me doing, are you? He'd kick my ass if you told him about this. Please don't tell him."

Robert took the toe of his sneaker and prodded Jimmy's hairless balls, lifting them carefully to look up between his legs at the smooth skin and pink hole as Jimmy tried to use his ineffective hand to hide anything Robert might be looking at.

"Maybe we can talk some kind of a deal so I don't have to be telling Kenny about you being here naked on my floor like this," Robert said, using his toe to lift the pink balls again. "You got that Polaroid, Martin. Maybe we need a kicker so this boy don't go crying queer no more."

"Sure. I can cover it. Take me two minutes," I said.

"No. Ah, don't do that. I'll do anything, but don't tell my brother I been with Nylin," Jimmy said. "We can all keep it quiet like. He doesn't have to know about this. I can be nice, real nice to you if you want. Just don't tell on me. "

"You were right about this boy, Martin. No sense in losing such a touching moment. We'll be waiting for you. I think we should have a few pictures to remember this day by. Just for safe keeping so we all know just where we stand," Robert said. "Don't worry. We won't let him do anyting for us until you get back."

"Do what to you? I'm not a queer. I'm not like that. Tell him, Martin. Tell him I'm okay. You know me." Jimmy said, yanking his pants one more desperate time and looking around for some way to escape. "You can make me do whatever you want if you'll keep it quiet. I know I got to do what you say for me to do."


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