The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex.
Gymnopedies March 2002 gym@softhome.net
This is part 2 of a 2 part story
Sex-Ed Demonstration --------------------
Part 2: Sex-Ed at Home
Darren was surprised to find that Kevin wasn't waiting for him at the school gates. The boys always walked home from school together, unless of course one of them needed to stay behind for one reason or another. Kevin hadn't mentioned that he had anything on after school today, in fact, all he'd talked about that morning had been the upcoming PDD class, little knowing that he was going to be sent out of the class for fighting and so would not get to see the demonstration he had so much been looking forwards too. It was now well after school finishing time; Darren had been a little delayed getting out and had expected to find Kevin waiting impatiently for him, but there was no sign of his brother.
Looking around, Kevin spotted Paul, the cute boy from Kevin's class who, albeit totally unknowingly, had been such a help in the finale of the morning's demonstration. "Hey, Paul."
"Oh, er... Hi," the boy replied, shyly.
"What's the matter, didn't recognise me with my clothes on?" Darren joked.
Paul blushed. "If you're looking for Kevin, he's already gone."
"He's gone? When? He usually waits here at the gates for me."
"I dunno about that," Paul shrugged. "He went about five minutes ago. He's been really quiet all day. I think he's still upset that Jacko sent him out of the lesson this morning."
"Damn," Darren swore. "I was hoping he'd get over that. He's not the sort to sulk for long." He gave Paul a wave and headed for home.
The house was quiet when Darren arrived home. The boy's father wasn't due home from work for another couple of hours and the sixteen year old remembered his mother saying something about going to see a friend and that she wouldn't be back until after six. But the front door was unlocked, so that meant Kevin was home.
Darren threw off his coat and climbed the stairs. Kevin would be in his bedroom, it was where he always went if he was upset or worried about something. Darren hated seeing Kevin upset and in this particular case he couldn't help feeling partly responsible for what had happened. Maybe he should have spoken to Mr. Jackson and tried to talk him into letting Kevin back into the lesson. But it was to late for that now.
There was no sound coming from Kevin's room, but the door was slightly ajar. Darren knocked softly and put his head round to look inside.
The twelve year old was laid on the bed reading. He looked up, a scowl on his face, but didn't speak.
"You ok?" Darren asked, entering the room and sitting on the bed next to his brother.
"I suppose," Kevin replied, miserably. He returned his attention back to his book.
"You don't sound ok," Darren pointed out.
"Yeah, well, how do you want me to sound?" There was no disguising the bitterness in Kevin's voice. Once more he looked up, meeting his brother's eyes.
"You've been crying," Darren observed.
"No I haven't."
"Kevin, I can see you've been crying. Your eyes are all red." Darren gently laid his hand on his brother's knee. "It's not worth getting upset over, you know. You really didn't miss anything special."
"Oh, no, nothing special," Kevin said, his tone sarcastic. "You don't understand. You don't understand at all." He dropped his head to try and hide the fact that his eyes were full of tears.
Darren looked away. He wanted to help his brother but he wasn't sure how. Then he had an idea. "How about I go see Mr. Jackson tomorrow and ask him if you would be able to sit in on the next session. I think I'm pretty much in his good books at the moment so I'm sure he'll agree."
But Kevin just shook his head. "Mr. Jackson's already told me that I could go to the next PDD class."
"Then what's the problem?" asked Darren, puzzled. "I thought you were upset because you missed the lesson. There'll be another one in a couple of weeks, it's not that long to wait."
"I told you that you don't understand," Kevin snapped, glaring at his brother.
"You're right I don't," said Darren, exasperated. "So why don't you explain it to me?"
Kevin just sat and looked at Darren, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Slow tears were forming shining trails down his young face. Darren felt a sudden urge to hug his brother, to comfort him. But whilst they had always been fairly close, they had never been that close. They just weren't the sort of family who went around hugging each other.
At last Kevin spoke, his voice trembling, his eyes locked on Darren's. "I've been looking forwards to today since last Friday, when Mr. Jackson told us it was our classes turn for the PDD lesson. Last night I was so excited about it I could hardly sleep."
"But until this morning you never mentioned it," said Darren.
"I was trying to hide how excited I was about it," Kevin explained. "Especially from you."
"Why?" Now Darren was really confused.
"Because I didn't want you to stop liking me," Kevin replied, as is this were obvious and made perfect sense.
To Darren it made no sense at all. But before he could ask for an explanation Kevin had started speaking again.
"This morning it was like Christmas and my birthday both come together, I couldn't wait for the lesson to start. But when the model turned out to be you, I just couldn't believe it. I thought I was still at home in bed, dreaming. That's why going to the next session won't be the same. It won't be you. Every boy in my class, except that dick-head Jonathan, got to see you do those things except me."
"I see," said Darren, even though he really didn't. He had the feeling that he was still missing something here but he wasn't sure what it was. "You're upset because you missed out on watching me be the model."
Kevin nodded, then wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.
"I still don't really understand why that should upset you so much," admitted Darren. "And there's not really a lot I can do about it. They never use the same model again, it's in the rules, so it's no good me applying for the next session, even if I were willing to." He suddenly grinned. "Unless of course you expect me to give you a private show," he joked.
Kevin's eyes sparkled through the still unshed tears and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. "Hey, no way! It was a joke," Darren said, quickly. "I wasn't being serious."
The sparkle instantly disappeared from Kevin's eyes. "Some joke," he muttered. "Just leave me alone." He rolled onto his side away from his brother.
Darren stood and walked to the door. About to leave the room, he paused and looked back at the younger boy. Kevin was a picture of misery. It kept going through Darren's mind that the reason Kevin had been sent out of the lesson was because he had attacked another boy, Jonathan, for making comments about Darren's body. Darren couldn't help feeling that he owed his brother for this. Was a quick strip show really too much for the younger boy to ask? For reasons Darren did not understand, this was something Kevin obviously wanted very badly. The sixteen year old had stripped in front of one of his teachers and a class full of boys that morning, so surely it wouldn't hurt him to do the same for his own brother. "Alright, alright. I'll do it," he said, returning to the bed.
"You're serious? You'll do everything you did this morning?" Kevin propped himself up on one elbow, staring intently at his older brother.
"Well, I don't know about everything." Darren had only intended to strip, it hadn't occurred to him that Kevin might want to watch him jerk off.
"Please say you'll do it," pleaded Kevin. "If I hadn't been sent out of class this morning I would have seen you hard and been able to watch you shoot, so why not let me see it all now? The boys in class have been talking about it all day. They've all seen you do those things. I haven't, and wanted to see you much more than they did. It isn't fair."
Kevin was so worked up and breathing so quickly that Darren was afraid his brother might begin to hyperventilate. "Alright, yes, if it means so much you I'll do everything I did this morning," he said, quickly. "Though there are a couple of conditions. Firstly this is just between the two of us, you don't go around telling people about it."
"I promise," said Kevin, "I won't tell anyone at all. What's the other thing?"
Darren pulled out a paper tissue from a box on the small table by the side of Kevin's bed and used it to gently wipe the tears from one side of his brother's face. "The second condition is that you promise to stop crying and try and give me a smile." Darren had surprised himself. Touching Kevin's face with the tissue had been the closest he had ever come to an actual physical display of affection towards his brother. The sixteen year old found it gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach and he decided he would try to do things like that a little more often.
For his part, Kevin took the tissue and finished the job of wiping away the tears, a genuine smile now on his face.
"We've got a good hour and a half before mum and dad are due home," Darren observed. "If we're going to do this, I suppose now is as good a time as any. Let me grab a quick shower then we'll get on with it."
Ten minutes later, having showered and dried himself off, Darren was back in Kevin's room clad in nothing but a towel. He noticed that while he'd been cleaning up, his brother had changed out of his school clothes and now lounged on his bed in just shorts and a t-shirt.
"You will do everything that you did this morning, won't you? I don't want to miss anything at all." Kevin seated himself nervously on the side of his bed.
"If that's what you really want," Darren reassured the boy, wondering what the youngster appeared so nervous for, since he wasn't the one about to be totally naked. "Are you ready to start?"
"Yeah, I'm ready, but will you come and stand right in front of me? I want to watch from right up close, just like I would have done if I'd been on the front row this morning."
Darren did as his brother requested, moving closer to stand directly in front of him, their bare toes almost touching. "Will this do?"
"Yeah, that's really great." Kevin sat waiting, expectantly.
Slowly, Darren peeled the towel from around his waist and tossed it aside. Now completely naked, he stood with his hands at his sides allowing the twelve year old to have a good look.
For a long moment, Kevin just sat and stared as if hypnotised, his eyes glued to his older brothers groin. Nervously, his tongue darted out and flicked across his lips. "What happened next?"
"Mr. Jackson pointed out to everyone how hairy I was."
"You mean down there?" asked Kevin, nodding towards Darren's pubes.
"Yeah, there and other places?"
"What other places?" Kevin asked.
Darren shrugged. "I had to put my arms in the air, like this," he raised his arms. "Then they looked at the hairs in my armpits."
"You haven't got many there," said Kevin, raising himself slightly from the bed to have a closer look.
"Well, I am sorry," Darren replied, curtly. "We could always postpone this until I manage to grow some more."
"I wasn't complaining," explained Kevin, quickly. "Besides, I don't think you would look so nice if you were all hairy. Where else did they look?"
"Next everyone had a good look at my hairy arse hole," Darren said, with a slightly embarrassed grin, fully expecting, and hoping, that the boy to be totally disgusted by the idea.
But it turned out that Darren had greatly underestimated his brother's curiosity and his determination not to miss anything that others had already seen. "Let's look then," said the youngster.
Darren sighed. Wondering why he had ever agreed to do this he turned around, bent forwards and reaching back he spread his arse cheeks. This was totally humiliating. Yet, at the same time, in a strange sort of way, it was also exciting. It may have been his imagination, but he was sure he could feel his brother's breath as a cool breeze across his exposed hole.
"There's no hairs at all back here; none that I can see, anyway," said Kevin in a soft voice. Then he giggled and poked one of Darren's arse cheeks with his finger. "You've got a spot on your bum though."
Darren straightened up and turned around, frowning. "I've also got a little brother who sure is a total pain in the arse," he said. "You were only supposed to be looking, no one said anything about touching."
"You didn't say that this morning, to Mr. Jackson," Kevin challenged. "The boys at school told me about how he rubbed your willy and you got all hard."
"Yeah, well, he had to touch me," said Darren, defensively. "It was part of the lesson. First he pulled the skin back and explained about washing underneath it and all that sort of stuff, then he rubbed it until it got hard to show the kids what a real erection looks like."
"So it's alright for Mr. Jackson to touch you, but I'm your brother and I can't."
"Look, it's not like that," Darren said, getting flustered. "It's like I said, it was just part of the lesson."
Kevin's face took on a determined look. He started intently into his Darren's eyes for a long moment, then quite deliberately, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around his brother's soft penis.
Darren just stood and watched, not knowing how to react. "Kev, I really don't think this is a good idea," he said, a nervous tremour in his voice. He knew he ought to push Kevin's hand away. The responsible thing to do would be for him to get out of there, to go and put on some clothes. But he didn't move. The truth was, he wanted this. Having Kevin's fingers around his cock felt so good. It had felt good earlier that day, being touched by the teacher, but this was a hundred times better. Mr. Jackson's touch had been firm but impersonal, nothing like how he imagined it would be in the many fantasies he'd had about the older man. Kevin's touch was softer, innocent, inexperienced, and in a way tender; Darren couldn't explain it, even to himself, but what he was certain of was that he wanted it to continue.
The fact that Darren was making no physical effort to stop his brother was not lost on Kevin. The twelve year old began to squeeze and pull on his brother's penis, ever so slowly and ever so gently. He'd push the foreskin all the way back and then slid it forwards again until it completely covered the head. All the time, his eyes were locked on the now rapidly hardening organ.
In no at time at all Darren was fully hard. Kevin stopped his stroking and sat back, staring at the nodding erection, mere inches from his face. "It's so much bigger than I expected," he said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. He put out his hand again but this time very gently and nervously he took hold of Darren's balls.
Darren looked down at his brother. The feel of Kevin's fingers around his nuts was amazing, but it wasn't enough.. His stiff shaft jerked, demanding attention. "Do you want me to jack off for you?" he asked, breathlessly, desperate with the need to continue what had been started.
Kevin looked up, his eyes wide. He hesitated for a second before asking, "Can I do it for you?"
The older boy didn't reply, he just nodded his head.
Tentatively at first, Kevin once more took hold of Darren's erection. Encouraged by a groan of pleasure from is brother, the boy began to slowly massage the solid meat, moving his hand in slow deliberate stokes, up and down, sliding his fingers from the base of the shaft to the sensitive swollen head. Then suddenly he stopped. "It's all sticky at the top? Is that it? Have you shot?" he asked.
"No, it's only precum," Darren panted, frustrated by the interruption. "Just keep going, you'll know when I cum."
Brow furrowed with concentration, Kevin returned to his stroking, his eyes fixed on the head of Darren's cock, determined not to miss the moment.
Standing with his own eyes closed, Darren's head went back and he began to breath deeply through his nose as he totally immersed himself in the sensations flowing out from his groin. He held his arms straight down at his sides, his fingers repeatedly clenching themselves into fists then opening out again.
Darren was a virgin. The only sexual acts he'd performed up to now, with the exception of his own jerk-offs and the almost clinical stimulation he had received from Mr. Jackson that morning, had been in his own imagination. This was a totally new experience, something none of his fantasies had prepared him for. He knew it was wrong, but he found himself wishing that Kevin would take the next obvious step; that he would lean forwards, open his young lips and take his older brother's engorged cock into his sweet mouth. Darren's cock was now so hard it was painful. "Suck it," he breathed, almost silently. "Please, please, suck it." But Kevin showed no sign that he had heard. Then, "Ooooh shit!" Darren almost screamed the words.
Acting more out of curiousity, than any knowledge of what he was doing to his brother, Kevin had decided to investigate further the clear, sticky fluid oozing out of his brother's slit. Keeping up a steady rhythm with one hand, he reached out the other and touched his index finger to a fresh bead of precum, then in a slow circular motion he began to smear it around the now hypersensitive head of Darren's cock.
This latest stimulation was all it took to push Darren over the edge. With a groan that rose all the way up from the pit of his stomach, he arched his back and thrust his hips forwards.
Even though this was what Kevin had been waiting for, Darren's orgasm took the twelve year old completely by surprise. Given their positions, Kevin sitting on the bed, Darren standing directly in front of him, the result was totally predictable. Long streamers of white boy-juice erupted from Darren's throbbing erection and spattered messily across Kevin's face.
"Yuck!" some of the cum had splashed across Kevin's mouth and before he realised what he was doing, the youngster had put out his tongue and licked his lips clean. "It's taste's awful," he grimaced.
Darren was still to getting trying to get his breath back, but even so he could help laughing when he saw his brother's expression. "I'm sure it isn't that bad."
"You don't think so?" said Kevin, still pulling a face. "You taste it then."
Hesitantly, Darren touched Kevin's face with his finger, gathering up some of the sticky fluid. Uncertainly, he raised his finger to his own lips and took his first taste of cum. It was strange, not like anything he'd ever tasted before. A little salty, perhaps a little bitter. He wasn't sure he liked the taste, but it certainly wasn't as bad as Kevin was making out, and he told his brother so.
"Well I still think it tastes horrible," Kevin complained. "Come on, throw me that towel so I can wipe this stuff off my face."
With a smile, Darren gathered up the towel. He very quickly wiped his dick clean with one corner of it then tossed it across to Kevin.
"So are you happy now that you've seen everything?" the sixteen year old asked, as he watched the younger boy scrub his face with the damp towel.
Kevin lowered the towel and gazed at his brother. "That was awesome," he said in a serious voice. "Much better than it would have been at school. Thanks Darren."
"No problem," Darren smiled. "It was kinda fun. Can I get dressed now?"
The twelve year old didn't reply to the question, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Very hesitantly and nervously he asked, "Darren, if I tell you something do you promise not to be mad at me? Promise you won't freak out or anything?"
The teenager had been about to return to his own room to put some clothes on. Now that the show was over he was starting to feel a little uncomfortable standing around naked. But the tone of his brother's voice stopped him in his tracks; whatever the boy wanted to say was clearly something very important to him. "Sure, I promise," said Darren, forgetting his nudity and sitting on the bed next to the youngster. "Have you done something wrong? Broken something of mine?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Whatever it is, we can sort it out."
"It's nothing like that," said Kevin, "it's something much worse." He stared down at his hands which where clenched together so hard that the knuckles had turned white. He raised his eyes to meet Darren's. "I think I like boys and not girls."
Darren felt a wave of relief flood through him. He realised he'd been holding his breath, wondering what dramatic revelation Kevin was about to make. He rested his hand gently on his brother's shoulder. "Why should I be angry or freak out about that?" he asked, smiling.
But Kevin showed no sign of relaxing. If anything he looked even more scared than before. "There's something else," he admitted. This time, as he spoke he couldn't even look at his older brother. "Sometimes I play with myself and imagine doing things with other boys; touching each other, things like that. But a lot of the time when I'm playing with myself I pretend I'm doing those things with you." Confession complete, he seemed to collapse in on himself, waiting for the inevitable backlash.
This time Darren was shocked. This is something that would never have occurred to him, not in his wildest dreams. To find out that his younger brother might be gay came as surprise, but being gay himself, it was hardly earth shattering news. But finding out that the boy harboured a secret crush on him, that was something else again. He didn't know what to say, or how to respond. Everything now became clear; this was the reason Kevin had been so excited about the PDD, and especially why he had been so devastated when, after he had discovered Darren was the model, he had been excluded from the class.
"Please don't stop liking me." There were tears in Kevin's eyes and his voice trembled.
"Come here," Darren put his arms around his brother's shoulders and pulled him close, hugging the boy tightly against his bare chest. "I'm not going to stop liking you. You're my little brother and I'll love you forever, even if you are a pain in the backside at least half of the time."
After a long, silent hug, the boys separated, but Darren took Kevin's hands in his own, holding them. "I've got a confession to make to you as well," he said. "You're not the only one in the family who likes boys. I do as well."
A big smile lit up Kevin's face like magic. "You do? Why didn't you tell me before? How long have you known? Have you got a boyfriend? Which boy's do you like?" The questions tumbled out, each one falling over the last.
"Hey, take it easy," Darren laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend, but there is someone I think about a lot, especially when I'm jerking off."
"Who is it?" Kevin asked, eagerly.
"Mr. Jackson." Darren said it quickly. In a way he'd been reluctant to reveal this, but after his brother had opened his heart and revealed his most intimate secrets, the older boy felt that he should to do the same.
"Mr. Jackson? Jeez, that's gross." The expression on Kevin's face was almost as bad as earlier, when he'd tasted Darren's cum. "He's nearly as old as dad."
"No he's not," said Darren, defensively. "He can't be much more than about twenty-two or twenty-three. That's only a few years older than me. It's not that much different from you liking me; I'm four years older than you are."
"I suppose," Kevin shrugged, not entirely convinced. "I guess that made it pretty easy for you to shoot this morning, with Jacko right next to you."
"If you must know, I wasn't thinking about Mr. Jackson. It was somebody else."
"Who?" Kevin demanded. "Please tell me."
"A boy from your class. Paul."
"Paul Meadows?"
"I don't know his second name. He's about the same height as you, slim, short, dark hair, really cute."
"Yeah, that's Paul Meadows," Kevin grinned. He looked down, shyly. "Sometimes, when I'm not thinking about you, I think about Paul and try and imagine what he looks like without any clothes on. Is that what you were doing?"
"Well, I actually went a bit further than that," Darren confessed. "I did picture him with nothing on, but he was giving me a blow job and I was fingering his arse."
"A blow job? You were thinking about Paul sucking your willy?"
"Yeah. Just like a few minutes ago when you were stroking my cock I was wishing that you would suck on it instead."
Kevin's jaw dropped; he was obviously shocked at the idea. "I don't know if I could do that," he said.
"Don't worry," Darren laughed, "You don't have to, it's not compulsory."
"What's it like?" Kevin's natural curiousity was once more coming to the fore.
"You mean giving one, or getting one? I don't know either way because I've never done it." Darren glanced at the clock by Kevin's bedside. "Mum and dad will be back soon, so I'd better get some clothes on, but before I do..." he took hold of Kevin's arm and pulled him his feet. "Come and stand in front of me?"
"What are you going to do?" Kevin asked, a little nervously.
"What do you think?" Darren took hold of the waistband of the boy's shorts, one hand on either side of his waist.
"I don't know about this," said Kevin, taking hold of the shorts himself to prevent them being lowered. "Promise me that if I let you pull them down, you won't laugh at me."
"Why should I laugh?" Darren asked.
"Because I'm not as big as you. Compared to yours my willy is really tiny and I don't have hardly any hair."
"I'm not going to laugh," Darren reassured his youngster. "I just want to see if my little brother is as cute with his clothes off as he is with them on."
Blushing at being referred to as "cute" Kevin took his hands away and allowed his shorts and briefs to be lowered to the floor. Then, with a shy grin, he took hold of the bottom of his shirt and lifted the garment up under his chin so that his entire body was on display. "Well?" he asked, cheekily. "Am I as cute as you thought?"
Kevin's cock was already half way erect as it came into view, but as Darren watched, it continued to harden until it was pointing almost straight up. "I certainly don't have any reason to laugh at you," Darren pointed out, as he feasted his eyes on the sight before him. "Step out of your shorts and take your shirt all the way off."
Self-consciously, Kevin finished stripping off his remaining clothing. Standing totally naked in front of his brother, he shifted nervously from on foot to the other. "Are you going to touch it?" he asked, glancing down at his own erection.
"Do you want me to?"
Kevin nodded, his lower lip clenched between his teeth as he anticipated the touch of his brother's hands on his body.
Very gently, Darren stroked his finger along the twelve year olds cock, starting at the base and stroking up to the foreskin covered tip. It felt warm, velvety, soft yet at the same time rigid. It felt good. It was the first time Darren had touched another boy's penis; it had been a day of firsts, and it wasn't over yet.
The touch caused Kevin to whimper with pleasure and he thrust his hips forwards craving for more physical contact.
Aware of his brother's needs, Darren wrapped his fingers around the boy's hardness, squeezing firmly, moving the soft skin up and down in slow measured strokes. At the same time he ran his other hand over the boy's smooth chest, over his tight young stomach, then reaching around, into the small of his back and down between his round arse cheeks before returning to the front and taking a hold of the youngster's balls, kneading them gently. After a few moments he removed his hands.
"Don't stop," Kevin begged. "Not yet."
But Kevin needn't to have worried. Darren had no intentions of stopping he was merely taking a moment to find the courage to take the next step. Pushing Kevin back a little further from the bed, Darren dropped to his knees on the floor in front of his brother. Then taking a firm arse cheek in each hand he pulled the boy towards him. His heart was hammering in his chest at the thought of what he was about to do. Not giving himself any more time to think about it he leaned forwards and ran his tongue along the length of his brother's stiff rod.
Kevin made a strange sound deep in his throat and his whole body trembled. He raised his hands and placed them on either side of Darren's head.
The next time Darren's head moved forwards he had his lips wrapped firmly around the boy's erection. Never having done anything like this before, he wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do. But lack of knowledge and technique didn't seem to worry Kevin who was thrusting with his hips, forcing his hard cock in and out of his older brother's mouth.
In a flash of inspiration, Darren remembered his fantasy from the morning and slid is index finger up between Kevin's arse cheeks to press firmly directly on the boy's tight hole.
Kevin's movements were becoming more vigourous and he was moaning loudly. His anus seemed to momentarily relax and the tip of Darren's finger slid inside. With loud, strangled sigh, Kevin's thrusting stopped and he started to shake, his finger's locked into Darren's hair, curled into fists. Darren felt the cock between his lips begin to spasm and seconds later he was rewarded by a few drops of sweet, salty liquid which slid across his tongue and down his throat.
As Kevin's orgasm abated, Darren released the boy's penis from between his lips and leaning back against the bed he pulled the boy down to sit between his legs, gently massaging his chest until he recovered.
"Well," said Darren, a few moment's later, "Now you know what it's like to get a blow job, and I know what it's like to give one. We'll have to get together sometime and compare notes."
"I'm still not sure if I could do that though; have someone's willy in my mouth," said Kevin, "even yours."
"Well I'm not going to make you do it," said Darren. "I'm not even going to ask you to do it. But one day, if you decide you want to try it, I may not exactly beat you off with a stick."
"Yeah, maybe one day." Kevin snuggled down in his brother's arms.
"Don't get comfortable, mum and dad are due back any time now and we need to get dressed."
"I suppose so." Reluctantly, Kevin got to his feet and reached for his shorts. "We'll do this again, won't we?"
"If you want to," said Darren. "But we'll have to be careful we don't get caught."
"I think you've got a really hot body Darren."
The older brother grinned and shook his head. He was just about to go to his own room to find some clothes when he had an idea. You think Paul's pretty hot as well, don't you? How'd you like to have some fun with him?"
"You mean fun like we've just been having?" Kevin's eyes sparkled at the thought. "You know I would. But we don't even know if he would be interested."
"Oh, I think he would be interested," said Darren. "I saw the way he was looking at me this morning. Besides, I've thought of a way to find out for sure whether he's interested or not. When you see him at school tomorrow, tell him that I've agreed to give you a private demonstration tomorrow night to show you what you missed in the class. Invite him to come along if he wants. If he agrees to come then he is definitely interested. It's mum's art class tomorrow so she'll be out until after seven. Dad doesn't get home until six so we'll have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours. That should be plenty of time to find out if he's willing to do anything."
"Great," Kevin grinned. "I can't wait for tomorrow."
The next day was a bit of a strain for Darren. He found that he'd become an overnight celebrity; it appeared all anyone was talking was about were his exploits of the previous day. As if that wasn't bad enough he found that almost every detail had grown in the telling until it bore little resemblance to what had actually happened. He kept hearing stories about how his cock was at least eight inches long, how he had sprayed the entire front row of boys with cum, and how after his orgasm he'd said to the teacher "go fuck yourself". Eventually he became tired of trying to correct the stories and just ignored them. Whilst it was quite nice being the centre of attention for a while, it did tend to get wearing as the day went on. He found that even when he went into the toilets to take a piss the boy of about thirteen at the next urinal questioned him relentlessly about what it felt like jerking off in front of a teacher, all the time craning his neck around to try and catch a glimpse of Darren's now famous "monster sized" cock.
The final bell of the day came as great relief and Darren hurried to the school gates to find out if Kevin had been successful in putting their plan into operation. At the gates, as hoped, both Kevin and Paul were waiting for him, Kevin wearing a big smile, Paul looking extremely nervous.
"Kevin told me you're going to do the demonstration again for him tonight because he missed it. He said you wouldn't mind if I came along as well," Paul explained. "Are you sure you don't mind? It doesn't matter if you don't want me to come."
Darren gave a shrug and a smile. "You've seen it all once already, so why should I mind if you see it again? You're welcome to come along if you want, but I'd prefer it if we kept it just between ourselves; I don't want a whole crowd there watching."
"Oh, I won't tell anyone," Paul said, hurriedly.
"See," said Kevin to his friend. "I told you he wouldn't mind. Come on, let's get going, I want to get started."
It was only a ten minutes walk to the boy's home and as they had planned, the house was empty when they arrived. Darren let them in and went upstairs to his room to get rid of his school bag, while Kevin showed Paul to the phone so that he could ring his mother and explain that he would be late.
"I'm just going to grab a quick shower," Darren called, down the stairs. "If the two of you want to wait in Kevin's room I'll be there in a couple of minutes." He showered as quickly as he could, thinking about what was going to happen. Unlike the previous day, he was actually excited about the thought of the boy's seeing him naked. And if things went as well as he hoped, then there really was some fun in store.
Both Kevin and Paul were sitting expectantly on Kevin's bed as Darren entered his brother's room. "Are you ready for this?" he grinned as he stood in front of them, clutching the towel around his waist. "Since we don't have a teacher here we don't have to stick to the rules. So if you want, you can touch as well as look, I don't mind."
"What? You mean we can touch you anywhere?" asked Paul, stressing the last word. If possible he suddenly looked even more interested than before.
"Anywhere you like," said Darren. He gave Paul a thoughtful look, for some reason the boy didn't appear anywhere near as shy has had done in class yesterday. Also, in anything Paul looked even hotter than he had yesterday, with his cute face and big brown eyes with long lashes, and the way his hair, while short at the back still managed to fall forwards over his forehead.
Paul turned to Kevin. "This is gonna be so much better than yesterday," he said. "You're so lucky to have such a cool brother."
Hiding his embarrassment at Paul's comments, Darren pulled off the towel and tossed it to the floor. Putting his hands behind his head he turned around, slowly, giving the two twelve year olds a good look at every inch of his body. Then, arms still behind his head, he stood with his feet apart, facing them.
"Awesome," whispered Paul.
"Yeah," Kevin agreed. "Are you gonna touch him?"
"Are you?"
"I sure am."
"You go first then."
Kevin put out his hand and lightly stroked his brother's cock with the tips of his fingers, giving no indication that he'd already done this and much more the previous evening. Taking hold of the soft penis, near the tip, he lifted it up and with his other hand he cupped the teen's balls in his palm as if weighing them.
"Let me have a feel," said Paul. Both his hands went straight to Darren's soft cock. Holding it at the base with one hand, he used the other to slowly push back the foreskin, then gently squeeze the head, opening up Darren's piss-slit and leaning forwards as if trying to see down inside. Letting go of the older boy's penis, he turned his attention to his balls, rolling them around between his fingers then giving them a soft squeeze.
Darren realised he had greatly underestimated Paul's eagerness to get his hand's on the teenager's body. Things were going far, far better than he had expected or even hoped. He wondered just how far the youngster would be prepared to go in his explorations. The stimulation he was currently receiving was certainly having a noticeable effect as with one hand on Darren's balls and the other gripped firmly around his cock, Paul brought the teen to a full erection.
"Just feel that," said Paul to Kevin. "It's gone really hard."
"Let me see." Kevin made a show of feeling just how hard his brother's dick was, squeezing it a different places along the shaft. Then, with a mischievous giggle he bent it downwards and let it go, watching it fly back to it's upright position, he repeated this several times. "Make it wobble for us, Darren" he said, sitting back.
"You're joking?" said Darren, incredulous.
"Go on, shake it about and make it wobble," Kevin pleaded.
"Yeah, please, that'd be so cool." Paul joined in.
Promising himself he would make Kevin pay for this later, Darren put his hands on his hips and began to shake them from side to side, then with thrusting movements, backwards and forwards. His hard cock bobbed up and down, slapping hard against his lower stomach. To Darren's relief, neither boy laughed at the spectacle; in fact they seemed somewhat in awe, sitting with their mouths slightly open watching every movement.
"That was incredible," said Paul, as Darren came to a stop. "Can we see your bum hole next."
"Whatever you want," Darren agreed. He'd secretly been looking forwards to this bit. Yesterday evening, thinking he could feel Kevin's breath against his arse-hole had been a serious turn on for him. Then later, when he'd pushed the tip of his own finger into Kevin's anus it had helped bring the boy to orgasm. He remembered this as he lay in bed last night and he'd experimentally played around with his own hole; it had felt great. He really wanted one or better still both of the boys to touch him back there. The way things had been going, it certainly looked promising; he hoped that Paul wouldn't suddenly get all shy again and decide to be less tactile. Leaning forwards, he spread his cheeks with his hands.
"No, not that way," said Paul. "It'll be better if you lay on the bed. If you lay on your back and pull up your knees we'll see much better."
The youngster was turning out to be full of surprises. Following Paul's instructions, Darren lay on his back and put his arms around his legs, pulling his knees up towards his shoulders. The twelve year old had been right, doing it this way opened him up much more than leaning forwards would have done. Also it had the advantage that he could watch the expressions on the boys' faces as they examined his virgin entrance.
"Brilliant idea," said Kevin. "We can see everything really easy now. We can even see his willy and balls at the same time."
"It was something that just came to me," Paul said, unconvincingly. Darren could have sworn the boy was blushing.
Very carefully, as if touching something hot, Kevin put out a finger and touched it lightly to Darren's tightly closed hole. Even this touch was enough to cause Darren's breath to hiss through his teeth. Kevin giggled and quickly snatched his finger away. "It feels like I'm doing something really naughty, touching him there."
Paul, on the other hand, was much more confident in his approach. Running his finger up and down over the teen's sphincter then making light circular movements around it with his finger tip.
Darren was in heaven. He lay there with his knees around his ears, his hard cock dribbling precum onto his stomach while a cute twelve year old played with his arse. This was definitely going much better than he had ever dared hope.
Paul pulled his hand away and sat back on his heels. He appeared to be considering something. Apparently reaching a decision, he spoke, his voice nervous. "If I show you something really cool, do you promise not to tell anyone at school? Not anyone at all?"
"Yeah, I promise," said Kevin quickly, his curiousity obviously aroused.
"What sort of thing?" Darren asked, more cautious than his younger brother.
"Promise first, then I'll show you," Paul replied, his expression serious.
"Ok, I promise," said Darren. He was not about to go broadcasting anything they were doing anyway, so the promise wasn't actually costing him anything.
Paul appeared satisfied. He turned to Kevin. "Have you got any vaseline?"
Kevin nodded. "Yeah, I think there's some in the bathroom cupboard. Just a sec and I'll fetch it." He rushed out of the room and was back less the fifteen seconds later holding a small jar which he handed to Paul.
Accepting the jar, Paul pulled off the lid and taking a generous dollop of the greasy substance he smeared it along the length of his index finger. Another dip into the jar, and this time he applied the grease to Darren's anus.
Darren watched the preparations in a daze. He was both scared and excited about what Paul was obviously about to do. This was something that had not been in any of his plans or expectations for the evening. He held his breath as Paul spread the vaseline around his hole.
Everything ready, Paul touched his fingertip right up against Darren's ring and paused dramatically. "Just watch this," he grinned.
With a single, steady push his boy-sized finger penetrated Darren's sphincter muscle and slid smoothly inside the teen's body.
Darren's breath whooshed out of his lungs. It was such an amazing feeling. It's wasn't just the actual physical sensations, which were certainly like nothing he had ever experienced before; it was also the knowledge that he and an extremely hot and cute twelve year old were involved in such an intimate act. Just the thought that he had the boy's finger embedded deep inside his arse sent shivers through Darren's body.
Kevin was watching all this in wide eyed wonder. "Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked, eventually finding his voice.
This time Paul really did blush. "It's called finger fucking," he explained. "I learned it from my cousin. Last summer I went to stay with my uncle and his family for a couple of weeks. My cousin is fourteen and really cool. He showed me how to do loads of neat stuff."
"Did he finger fuck you?" Kevin asked.
Paul nodded. "Yeah, and load of other stuff besides. I had the best holiday ever. Mum promised I can go and stay with them again next year. I can't wait."
"What other stuff did you do?" asked Kevin, curious as ever.
"He showed me how to give a blow job," said Paul. The he added hurriedly, "You won't tell anyone will you? I don't want the kids at school to start calling me a cock sucker."
"I won't tell," said Kevin. "As long as you show me all the cool things you learned from your cousin," he added with a grin.
Paul returned the grin. "Wanna watch me suck Darren?" he asked, eager to show off.
"Wow, that'd be really neat."
Darren had been laying back simply enjoying in the sensations of Paul's finger sliding in and out of his rectum. He listened to the boys talking as if in a dream, and when he heard Paul's suggestion of a blow-job his heart skipped a beat. "Go ahead and suck me, Paul." He groaned. "If you do, I promise I'll do anything that you want."
"Just let me come round here sometimes and play around with you and Kevin," said Paul. "It's a long time to wait for next summer and I don't want to be out of practice when I go stay with my cousin again." He pulled his finger out of Darren's arse, quickly wiped it on the towel and began pulling his clothes off.
"Do you have to be bare to suck cock?" Kevin asked with a puzzled expression as he watched Paul strip.
"'Course not," Paul laughed. But I don't want to get cum on my school clothes. Besides, it's more fun if you're naked, and I want Darren to play with my dick while I suck him."
"I think I'll get naked too," said Kevin, pulling off his own clothes.
Moment's later Darren was able to enjoy the beautiful site of two nude twelve year olds. Paul was even cuter than he had imagined, slim, but well proportioned. He had a few more hairs around is cock than Kevin and was also perhaps a little better developed in that area. The teen couldn't believe he was about to get a blow-job from this hot kid.
"You want to try finger fucking him while I suck him?" Paul asked Kevin.
Eagerly, Kevin agreed and Paul helped him grease up his fingers, suggesting that he use two fingers at the same time.
Darren shuffled to the edge of the bed and turned more onto his side, so that Kevin would still have access to his arse, but at the same time Paul could easily get to his twitching erection. He wondered if having his brother's finger's inside him would feel as good as Paul's had done. He didn't have long to wait to find out as Kevin knelt by the bed and with a single thrust he pushed two fingers into Darren right up to the bottom knuckle.
"Oooff!" Even though he been somewhat prepared and well lubricated by Paul's earlier fingering, Kevin's rapid double entry still came as quite a shock to Darren's system. His body stiffened and his back arched at the sudden invasion.
"I'm sorry," Kevin quickly apologised to his brother. "I didn't mean to hurt you,"
"You need to take slower," Paul explained, give him chance to relax and get used to it. Two fingers are a lot thicker than one."
"It's fine, Kev. It's feels great," Darren groaned. "But like he said, take it a bit slow slower."
Kevin set up a slow, steady rhythm, moving in and out, and Darren began to visibly relax, Paul showed the twelve year old how to twist his fingers in a sort of corkscrew motion, causing Darren's moans to increase in intensity.
Having got Kevin organised, Paul turned his attention to his promised blow-job. He lay down on the bed facing in the opposite direction to Darren and took the older boy's engorged shaft in his hand. Bending it towards his mouth he pulled back the skin and with his tongue he lapped at the sticky precum around the head.
The feel of Paul's soft, warm tongue on his sensitive cock-head was like nothing Darren could possibly have imagined. He involuntarily pushed forwards with his hips which had the effect of clenching his anal muscles around Kevin's fingers and so increasing the sensations he was receiving from that area. He felt his body trembling and clenched his jaws to stop himself from moaning too loudly. As he watched, wide eyed, Paul opened his mouth and took Darren's hardness inside, wrapping his lips around the stiff shaft and at the same time still swirling his tongue around the tip.
Darren was in heaven. As the waves of pleasure coursed through his body he put out his hand and ran his fingers along the silky smooth flesh of Paul's torso, stroking his hand over the boy's chest and stomach then between his legs to play with the preteen erection and developing balls. Paul gave a groan of acknowledgement and opened his legs further to give the older boy better access to his most private regions.
There was a pressure building in Darren's groin that was so intense it was almost painful. He stroked and pulled on Paul's cock and watched his own, much bigger organ being expertly pleasured by the twelve year old's mouth while at the same time feeling his younger brother's finger's sliding smoothly in and out of his clenched arse-hole. As the pleasure intensified he screwed his eyes shut, concentrating, trying to hold back as long as he could. "I'm nearly coming," he hissed from between clenched teeth, giving Paul notice that he was about to shoot.
Paul heard the warning, but instead of taking his mouth from the swollen rod, he increased the pressure of his lips and the speed of his movements while at the same time pulling firmly on the older boy's balls.
It was too much for Darren. he couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, his body went tense as he felt the waves of cum like hot lava force their way up his hard shaft and erupt into Paul's mouth. It seemed to go on and on as if Paul were trying to suck him dry, while Kevin continued to relentlessly plunge his fingers into his older brother's body.
"Stop. Please stop," he begged, as the orgasm subsided. His cock was so sensitive that even having Paul's soft lips around it was painful.
"Was it good?" Paul asked, grinning, a trickle of Darren's cum running down his chin.
"It was absolute magic," Darren sighed, as he lay back in a state of blissful post-orgasmic exhaustion.
Paul wiped his chin on a clean corner of the towel. "Can I use your bathroom, I want to rinse my mouth out?"
"Yeah, 'course you can," said Kevin. "I'll come with you, I need to wash my fingers." The two boys went out together.
Reluctantly, Darren roused himself. He picked up the towel and used it to clean his now softening cock. His arse felt all greasy, but decided that would be better taken care of in the bathroom; he really didn't like the idea of explaining to his mother how a towel got in that much of a mess.
There was the sound of boyish laughter from the landing and the two twelve year olds came back in.
"Paul's going to teach me how to give a blow job," Kevin grinned, enthusiastically.
"I thought you didn't like the idea of doing that?" Darren asked.
"Well, I'm still not altogether sure," Kevin replied, "but Paul says I don't have to go all the way the first time, I can start by just licking and stop if I don't like it."
"Great," Darren smiled. "Well, you know where I am if you want to practice."
The naked boys returned to the bed. Paul sat on the edge of the bed, his legs open, while Kevin knelt between them. On Paul's instructions, Kevin bent his forwards and just touched the tip of his tongue to Paul's erection, before pulling back, laughing.
Pausing on his way to the bathroom, Darren leaned contentedly against the door and watched the two youngsters for a few moments. He had no doubt at all that very soon Kevin would be giving great blow jobs. He glanced briefly at the clock at the side of the bed, noting the time. Well, perhaps there wouldn't be time for Kevin to learn everything tonight, but Darren was confident that Paul would soon be joining the two brothers again. Darren would never have dreamed when he applied to be a model for the PDD lesson that things would turn out like this. He suddenly had a whole new respect for the governments sex education policy; it had certainly resulted in his brother and himself learning a good deal about sex much sooner and more quickly than they otherwise would have done! Though for Darren there was still something that needed taking care of. He still had his sights on a certain hunky biology teacher. One of these days he would find a way to bring Mr. Jackson and himself together. Eventually he would make it happen, he decided. But there was no rush, not while he had two cute and willing twelve year olds to help him pass the time.
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