I calmed down as a larger house than Stanley's came into view. We went by a wing of the house that ran toward the pastures and the barn.

"These stairs go up to the bedrooms. Dad built on each time Mom had another boy. We're a bit out of the way and can make all the noise we like. The stairs let us go out to work without walking through the entire house.

We walked past the bedrooms and went in through the kitchen door. A man was seated at the table with piles of paper all around him. A woman stood at the stove cutting up vegetables she was tossing into a pot.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend, Josh."

"We've heard so much about you. I thought you might be Kerry's invisible friend, but there is a Josh after all. I'm Karen Kane," she said offering her hand.

"I'm Klem, the boy's father, Klem Kane."

I held Karen's hand for two seconds and shook Klem's hand. I smiled like I was happy to make their acquaintance.

"I'm Joshua Butler," I said, thinking the boy who loved their youngest, and now maybe their oldest, should make himself known,

"I'm going to show him my room," Kerry said and I followed him through the dining room that was big enough for an army rifle squad.

We went up a flight of stairs against the far wall in the living room. At the top of the stairs we went down a long hall. Kerry stopped at the last door, opened it, and beckoned for me to go in.

"Your father built the house?"

"Yes, he and two uncles. They're all into building things. My father likes wide open spaces. My mother not so much, but she is his wife and whatever Dad wants is OK by her. He built a new bedroom each time Mom had another boy."

"Don't mind Karl. He's harmless. A bit too horny for his own good. He's OK as brother's go. Kasey looks a lot like Karl, I do too, but we don't regard our good looks as anything but being lucky enough to have good genes. Mama says. 'He'll tease you if he can, but if you don't give him an excuse, he's pretty normal.'"

"He is handsome," I said. "You look like a younger version of Karl."

"Thanks for the thought, but I'll never have what he has. Karl is Karl. Actually, Kelly fits right in with the rest of us. Kenny is odd man out. Four of us look alike. Kenny is different, except he's as brash as Karl is."

"Kenny looks rather ordinary. What does he have to show off?"

I'd walked right into an area I'd rather have left alone after seeing Karl.

"Kenny has a big dick. Don't ask him to show you. If you do, he'll show you. Doesn't matter where he is. So, be careful there. You'd have to see it to appreciate it. He walks around naked up here. We appreciate it more than most."

"The four of us don't have skin on ours. Kenny has skin. Not only is he big, he is bigger by a lot. Like I said, don't ask to see. He'll sure as hell show you. He made money at middle school betting guys his dick was bigger than their dick. It worked in seventh grade and with a new class that came in each year, The guys his age and older had already lost their lunch money at least once. Everyone knew he was massive because he showed it off. I doubt that works up at the high school."

After experiencing Karl, I tried not to react to the news about Kenny. I would certainly want to see what I could see concerning his brother's dick. Any self-respecting gay boy should know which boy's equipment has visiting hours.

My horizons had certainly been expanded on the day Kerry decided to take me to see the Kane farm. We hadn't even got to the best part yet.

"Kenny resembles Uncle Claude. My mother's older brother. Claude resembles Mom. The four of us resemble Dad and his brothers. We have long symmetric lines. Slim bodies without bulging muscle. We're all nearly hairless, except for where hair grows on most boys. Kenny is more compact. His thighs and body are thicker, and he has a club for a dick. The rest of us have plenty, so there is no penis envy in the Kane house."

I stood up to look at the Transformer posters on Kerry's walls.

"You like Transformers?" he asked.

Then he went about explaining them to me.

I was still dizzy. My mind disconnected from most thoughts. I figured out why he didn't take me to his house before. There was Karl's boldness. His house was on a working farm. Kerry didn't tell anyone he was from a farm family. I knew him best, after all this time, but he never said he was a farm boy.

He mentioned they raised alpacas. He always had chores after school. Until today, when he was ready to show me around, he'd kept it out of conversations.

I thought the alpaca were neat. I thought I wouldn't mind being involved in caring for animals. I liked animals. Of course if I had a brother like Karl, I'd hardly notice anything but him. I would not soon forget Karl Kane.

We lay on his bed the next half hour and Kerry told me all about Alpacas.

As we were ready to leave, I asked, "Where is Karl's room?"

Kerry hesitated as we stepped in the hall.

"Want to see it?"

"Yes," I said.

"He'll turn eighteen right before he graduates. He's a senior this year."

As we stood in the middle of Karl's room, I could smell him. There were socks on the floor in front of the dresser. A tee-shirt hung precariously over the corner of the dresser. A pair of underwear had been discarded near the bed.

I wonder if Karl slept naked?

There was a Superman poster on one wall. A Batman poster faced Superman who stood, hands on hips. On the back of the door was Mr T.

I laughed.

"He does go for the studs," I said.

"Karl's taste is irregular. I've got to go do chores. You can stay if you want. You know the way home. I'll be back in time for dinner, but that'll be a while."

The door closed me into Karl's room. I listened for Kerry's footsteps that went toward the outside stairs. I turned in circles. I picked up the tee-shirt and smelled the armpits.

Oh, glorious hot Karl. I laid on his bed and took out my penis as I put my nose on his sheets. I rolled onto my back to jack-off to the smell of Karl Kane.

Then, I remembered the underwear. I put his tee-shirt back where I got it. I held the white jockey shorts to my nose. It was the best fragrance ever. I looped the band over my head so my nose was on the pee slit. I could smell his essence. I chewed on the inside where that long thick dick nestled itself all day.

I was cumming in another second. I was almost unconscious from the thrill of having the fiber where his dick rested in my mouth. I put the underwear over my sagging dick, rubbing the material in Karl's underwear on my dick. It immediately stiffened and I was cumming again. My mind took off to parts unknown and when I returned to the here and now, the sticky underwear was full of my cum.

"Shit," I said.

I'd ruined it. I was going to take it home to jack-off to a dozen times a night, but my cum fouled his delicate deep musky smell. I was angry with myself. Why hadn't I just taken it home for use later. I had to jack-off in his bed.

I tried to put the underwear back where I found it. I made sure everything looked the way it did when I came in. I opened the door and I turned to close it softly, when I heard the door open to the outside stairs.

I stood straight up and Karl's eyes were on me. He took long purposeful steps in my direction. I was frozen and standing at his door.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked as he came straight to me.

"Kerry showed me your room is all."

"Where's Kerry?" he asked, standing so close to me I could smell his musk. It made me dizzy.

He reached around me, turned the knob and as he moved forward I backed up into his room. He closed the door and leaned his back against it. The dirty white tee-shirt he had on, he took off. Tossing it on top of the underwear I filled with my cum.

His jeans still hung low on his hips. My eyes dropped to see how low they got. His fingered opened the button on his jeans. They fell to the floor. He was already half hard. He knew he had me. He saw the look on my face.

His hand worked on it for a few seconds, he pulled down on shiny balls. He began stoking himself until it was as hard as it was going to get. He let go.

"I could use a little help if you don't mind feeling my cock," he growled.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked with my naive little boy voice.

"Get down on your knees. You'll think of something," he said, sounding like he'd given that order before.

I was scared because I was exactly where I wanted to be. What if I didn't do it right? He'd never let me do it again. I needed to do it right and I needed to do it again. Since I hadn't done anything with another boy, this was a chance of a lifetime and I didn't want to blow it.

I was trapped. Karl was nearly a man. He had a man's body. I was about to turn fourteen, and I didn't know anything. He began to stroke himself. Once it was as fat as it was going to get, he moaned softly. His hand felt good. I reached for it. My fingers just fit around the shaft. With my hand massaging down to his balls, four of five inches stood out. My hand was four or five inches across the knuckles. Karl had plenty to offer a hungry boy. As I squeezed, a drop of liquid appeared at the tip. I used my tongue to wash it away. I shivered from the the taste of him. I used my tongue to wash the entire head and more clear liquid that started dripping from the near man's dick

I put my lips around most of the head. It was wide and I wasn't accustomed to putting anything that size in my mouth.

Karl's back was pressed hard against the door. His hips moved out and away from the door the longer I stayed on him. He wanted to feed me more, but I was adapting and probably didn't want to bite off more than I could chew.

He was humming. It was a moan. I felt the vibration in his dick. My lips were now behind the ridges on top of the shaft. My tongue licked what dripped out of his pee slit and it was intoxicating. I felt dizzy and I was harder than I'd ever been. I was going to cum and I was helpless to do anything but keep doing what I was doing. It was the best thing I ever did and I wasn't going to stop now.

"That's it. You're doing fine," he sighed, clamping one hand on each side of my face.

His hands were strong and he didn't force me further down on him, but there was no way I was going to back out now. His hand insured that whatever he gave me, I was going to take. As weak as he sounded, he wanted to be sure he could finish what I'd started and get as much out of it as he could.

He moved his hips an inch forward and I got another inch of cock in my throat. He sounded like he was gargling. There was a hum in the middle of his chest. He sounded like he was caught in a quandary. He was trying to work it out.

He fed me another inch with a sharp motion with his hips, and he stopped all motion. He held my face very still.

"Not yet. This is too good to end. A little bit more and I'll be done."

His words were clear but vibrated as they were spoken. His thick shaft was now about as far into my mouth as my teeth were going to allow. If he tried to get another inch in my mouth, he was going to get bite marks.

The perfume was in my mouth, up my nose, and filling the entire room. It was the same musk smell times ten. It was in the fluid he was dripping into my mouth and it was coming out of his pours as I had him sweating.

His hands and hips worked together this time. He pushed, pulled, my teeth dug in, and then there were flashing lights, bells and sirens, as something squirted into my throat. Again it squirted, even thicker.

He was cumming.

I was cumming.

He held my face and his dick moved across my teeth, another squirt not as forceful, and then cum dribbled onto my tongue. I thought I might choke. I kept swallowing and I was still cumming. It was glorious. It was earth shaking. It was the most magnificent moment of my life.

He ended up sitting on the floor with my face in his crotch. As he gave up some of his width and length, I licked the liquid that was still appearing at his slit.

"That was a hell of good blow job, Josh. I thought it would be sloppy and I'd end up jacking off in the end. Boys will leave you hanging in a minute. Girls don't."

I'd take his word for it. The intense smell was even more intense. His entire room smelled like cum. It smelled like Karl. I sat back on my heels and looked at his almost soft penis. It was still fairly long and not all that fat. His pubic hair was blondish and not very thick. His chest was working over time as we looked at each other. He started to lean forward and he grabbed the front of my jeans.

"I sort of came when you did," I said.

"You sure as hell did. Your jeans are soaked in cum," he said with a serious expression on his face.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I stood up over his knees. He had his legs straight out as he sat with his back against the door. When he unzipped my pants. I wasn't sure what he wanted. It wasn't what I expected.

"You always make a mess like this? I want to see what you got in there?" he said, his hand sticky with my cum as he investigated me.

"I guess," I said, having nothing to compare this to.

I calculated, as long as Karl was around, I'd be making messes in my jeans, not to mention in his underwear.

"Your a fucking stud. You're OK in the dick department and you aren't even hard. What do you feed this thing," he said. "You're a stud. Girls will like you."

What was I supposed to say? I wasn't as big as him, but I wasn't as old as he was either. Maybe I'd grow. Maybe I wouldn't, but in spite of cumming all over his room, I was still looking hard at my naked new friend. If we did this once, why wouldn't we be doing it again?

"You can't go into your house with your pants full of cum. You need to rinse off at the pond. Wash the cum out of your jeans. They'll dry some while you walk."

"You going to tell Kerry what we did?"

"What you did. I didn't do a thing, well, you got me to do something. I don't want to have a pissed off brother. I won't say anything if you won't."

"No, I won't. I don't want him mad at me."


Send Rick an email at quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com

On to Chapter Six
"Kerry Kane"

Back to Chapter Four
"Deliberate Exposure"

Chapter Index

Rick Beck Home Page

"Ahead of His Time" Copyright © 2024 OLYMPIA50. All rights reserved.
    This work may not be duplicated in any form (physical, electronic, audio, or otherwise) without the author's written permission. All applicable copyright laws apply. All individuals depicted are fictional with any resemblance to real persons being purely coincidental.

Home Page | Authors | Christmas Stories | Stories by the Writer Suggested Reading | Suggested Viewing | Links Privacy Policy | Terms of Service Send a Comment All Site Content © 2003 - 2024 Tarheel Writer unless otherwise noted Layout © 2003 - 2024 Tarheel Writer