I'd found a new hobby after watching the boys next door through their bedroom window. The shrubbs had grown up over the years, and I could stand in them, peeking into the world of what I thought were three brothers next door. It took me a meeting with James to figure out they really weren't brothers at all.

My problem with most things sexual is that I worry a lot. When James called me over to the fence a couple days after I'd watched him have sex with his two brothers, I suspected he suspected me of something. I knew there was no way he could know I'd watched him, but I thought he could know, after all, I knew. You have to be inside my brain to see how that works. I'm not sure that's a good idea come to think of it. There are a few things I want to keep to myself.

"Hey, Martin, what's up?"

"Not much," I said, leaning the rake against the house.

"Come on over for burgers tonight. Nylin says I should ask you."

"Why?" I asked.

"He likes you," James said as if it were nothing.

"He always like that?" I said.

"Like what?" He asked.

"He came in the living room naked. He's not very bashful."

"Nylin's different," James said. "You can't take him too seriously. He's had it hard. I mean pretty tough."

"I'm not used to guys being naked roaming around the house like that," I said, searching for information.

"He's not my brother. Neither is Robert. I'm the only one from my father, and Robert's mother was different from mine and she died after dad married her. She was part black. He doesn't like me to tell people. Robert I mean. Nylin, well, we got him in Germany. Picked him up at a yard sale. Just kidding. Sometimes I wonder. He's a strange bird. Nylin. Not my father. I guess he's strange too. Me, I'm okay. You can take my word for that. So how are you today?"

"Got him in Germany?" I said, trying to get off the merrygoround.

"Yeah! My old man's a doc. Nylin had some medical problems from birth. He was abandoned by some air force family. They just left him in the hospital when they shipped out. He was a runt. They kept him in homes. My old man took custody of him. Said he should be in America and not in Germany. On account he isn't German. I shouldn't tell you all this. Don't tell Nylin. He likes you. It's best I don't piss him off. He's no fun when he gets pissed at me."

"So what's with the roaming around naked bit?" I asked.

"Way he is that's all. He was in homes. They did stuff to him. Made him do stuff. Now he likes it. He thinks he can get what he wants by strutting around like that. Says it pays to advertise. He likes dudes, you know. On account he did a lot of stuff while he was growing up," James said.

"Growing up! He hasn't grown up yet. He's a kid."

"You don't know the half of it. He knows more than Robert or me. He pretty much runs the show over there. I let him of course, but he knows how to get his way. You don't give him his way, and well, he makes everyone miserable. Go along with him and he'll do anything. All the chores. Lots of stuff. You'll be finding out. He likes you."

"Your old man doesn't keep him in line?" I asked.

"Shit! He's never over there. His ol' lady don't want to live in the house with three boys. He stays over on base most of the time. Brings by food and money. I'm supposed to keep the house up. I just let Nylin have it his way. Makes it easier. He's nice when you get to know him. You ought to give him a chance. He's fun having around."

I figured the picture was much clearer now that James had given me something besides lip. I didn't think about it, but it was the first time we talked. Usually James' conversations were one liners or single words that pointed out the short comings in everything. I saw Nylin different than just the naked boy next door that tickled my fancy. I wasn't sure knowing more would be of benefit since I didn't understand how he'd become so bold.

My father called me to go out with them for pizza at this time in our conversation. I told James I had to go since pizza was my ultimate favorite and I'd talked my parents into it. I told him I'd catch him later and left him standing at the fence.

It took me two more days to catch Nylin out in the backyard alone. He had on a blue pair of shorts that rode down to four inches below his naval and nothing else. He was just sort of wandering around kicking at the grass with his bare feet. I let the back door bang when I went out. He was looking at his feet but cocked his head to look at me walking out toward the fence. His blue eyes sparkled but his face had no expression on it.

"Hi, Nylin," I said, as friendly as I could get.

"Hey!" He said, looking back at his feet with black dirt all over the top of his toes from the bare spot in their yard.

"Where's the crew?" I said.

"In the house. I just wanted some fresh air. James said you are put off because I go naked in the house."

"I didn't say that," I said as he looked at my face.

"I had to go naked most of the time in Germany. The other boys liked me best that way. Hard habit to break. I don't like clothes," Nylin said, sounding distant.

"None of my business. You got a nice body, just small,."

"Bigger than yours I bet. I got plenty," he said, angry.

"I'm not talking about your dick. That's plenty big."

"Comes from exercise. You like it?" He said,lifting the leg of his shorts so I could see the head of his cock as he looked to see my reaction.

"Nice," I said, a bit surprised. "No underwear?"

"Nah, I told you I don't like clothes. This is what I wear, shorts, nothing else. I only put a shirt on cause Robert made me. Sorry if I upset you by coming out naked. Just the way I am."

Didn't bother me. It surprised me. I don't see guys naked except in the showers at gym. Why do you do it?"

"I don't know. Cuts through the crap. Long story," Nylin said, stretching his words still cocking his head and looking at me from the side.

I noticed I could see the top of the crack of his ass. I pictured it filled with James' cock. The picture of what had transpired in front of me while I peeked into his bedroom window came back to me. I could feel my cock starting to press against the material in my jeans. Nylin pulled his shorts up when he saw the bulge groing in my pants to show me his dick and balls and almost all of his rich black pubes. He laughed hard and dropped the leg as though he were some mischievous little boy.

"I could tell you about it if no one is home at your house," Nylin said, looking at his feet again.

"You'll have to wipe your feet off," I said, "My mother keeps track of every speck of dirt."

Nylin leaped over the fence as quick as I spoke. He was almost as tall as I was, but his body was narrow and boyish looking. Well, most of it was. He stayed behind me as I led him through the back door of my house. He looked back over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching us.

"How long?" I asked as I sat at the head of the table looking at him."

"More than six but not quite seven yet," he said, lifting his shorts up to show me his half erection.

"I meant the story. That all you think about?" I asked.

"This," he said, holding his cock out to give me a good look. "Cause it's what most people are interested in, and why not get to it. I like feeling good. Don't you?"

"Sure," I said, "but there's more than just sex."

"So you want to know about why I'm a fruit and bold as brass. That it?"

"If you don't want to talk about it, I understand," I said. "It's cool. I just thought we could talk."

"Whatever," he said, exasperated with my lack of interest in his now erect penis.

In reality, my mouth was dry, and I wanted to get it in my mouth. It was full and had a nice shape, and the cock head was cut precisely and filled to the max as his fingers slid up and down his shaft before he dropped his shorts to cover it again. I felt a little disappointed as he sat directly across from me with his hands folded in front of him. My disappointment subsided a bit when his naked calves slid up against mine as he watched his fingers.

"What do you want to know?"

"James said you were born in Germany. What was it like over there?"

"Sucked. I don't remember the first few years. I had a heart valve problem. They had to operate on me almost at birth. See my scar," he said, pointing at a fine line that ran down the middle of his chest to just above his belly button.

"My parents decided that I was too expensive, and they booked out of Germany without my ass. Nothing anyone could do to make them take me, so I stayed in the hospital where I got even more expensive. Surprised the German's didn't just unplug me. They're pretty tough people."

"So your heart is better now?"

"I guess. I haven't been to the doctors since I was five or six. They started sending me to homes for orphans. Since I wasn't an orphan I figured they made mistakes too. I kept dreaming they'd come back for me. One day they'd come to the door and say they wanted their son. Never did. I don't guess anyone wanted me. They kept shipping me from place to place. I don't remember much of it until I was seven. I guess you start remembering about that time."

"What happened?" I asked.

"You really want to know?"

"If you want to tell me. It's none of my business. I'll listen you want to talk about it."

"Sounds like a plan, Martin. You aren't going to throw me out when you hear the shit I've done?"

"No. Why would I do that? What could you have done at seven that would be all that bad?" I said.

"I went to a boys home. Kinder House or some shit. I've forgotten most of my German. I was in with nine other boys. It was like a dormatory in the military. It seemed pretty neat having other kids around. Mostly I'd been with adults and at hospitals. I was thrilled when the older guys seemed to like me. I did things for them. Not sex if that's what you are thinking. Not at first anyway. My bed was with them because I was the new kid and they were taking care of me so I'd feel like I belonged.

"Mostly it was Boris. He was the oldest. He was fifteen and they made fun of him because he had a Rusky father. He left him there when he went home to Russia. He'd always been in homes. Well, Boris was the oldest and the biggest and I was the youngest. I stayed close to him, and at night he would visit the other teenage boys. My bunk was next to his, so I got to watch him. You learn a lot from watching guys having sex together," he said. "You should watch some times. You might learn a thing or two about what's fun."

"Tell me about it," I said, thinking about him with James and Robert and me in the window watching them.

Nylin looked at me with curiosity and went on, "Anyway, Boris was a pretty horny guy. Karl, Sven, John, and Herman got visits from him. He'd usually go to their beds, but some times one would end up in his bed where I could see real good. I mean I was curious and wanted to know why they all liked each other like that, and none of them liked me like that. Well, not until Boris left. Then they liked me too much.

"One night, I'm sure I'd been there a long time and was probably eight and maybe nine by this time, well, he was sleeping, and I went to his bed and reached up under the covers and felt his dick. It was what the other boys did that came to his bed if he was sleeping when they wanted it.

"He had one of these fat uncut peckers. It was all brown and the tip of his head showed from the skin. I'd seen it enough to know what it looked like. Many times he was shoving it up one of the other boys ass. I wasn't about to try that then, but I'd dreamed about it believe it or not at that age. I'd had dreams about all their dicks by this time. We all showered and everything, so I knew what they looked like naked. I wanted to touch one and to get in on the games with them. There was no sense being bashful. I'd seen boys come in there bashful. They got broke in hard when they acted like they didn't want anyone to look at their peckers," Nylin said, with a strange tone in his voice.

"I got him hard right off and he rolled over on his back so I could stroke it for him. I took it out of the hole in his underwear and I was loving the feel of that fat hard fucker. Jesus did it feel big to me. I was only little, so anything was big compared to me then. Next thing I know he's grabbing my arm and saying, what the fuck you doing, Nylin. I told him I was doing what all the other boys did to him. He said I was too young and I shouldn't do it, but he didn't stop me. When he let go of my wrist I laid my head on his bare leg and kept jerking him off until I could tell he was enjoying it quite a bit. He shot his load up on his T-shirt. I don't know why it fascinated me but it did. I put my fingers in it. At first it was hot and then it was cool. I think that was the first time I felt sexy myself. I rubbed his come on my little stiff pecker. I think I almost come myself when I rubbed it all on me. My little dick would always get hard after that and I rubbed it on the bed while I jacked him off. I always put his come on me when he was done. I liked it best when it was still hot. I loved the feel of it. I felt pretty good about getting him off too. I was like one of the big boys.

Up until then I hadn't been good for anything. Mostly I was a pain in everyone's ass. My parents didn't even want me, so this was a great discovery, and Boris and I became closer. He was mostly with the older boys, but at times he would tell me he saved a load for me. I really liked feeling his body after he'd tell me it was my turn.

"I was turning ten when I jacked him off he told me not to tell anyone else when my own dick started to grow and I was getting hair. I'm sure I was ten when he said I was getting bigger. He said his come was making my dick grow. I let him shoot his load on mine. We made a game out of it, but a lot of it ended up on my legs and on the floor. he told me not to do anything with the other boys or I'd regret it. He would touch me while I jacked him off. He bragged about my size so I put his in my mouth a few times because I was getting big enough to do what the other boys did to him. He seemed to like anything I did. I didn't know what he meant about not doing anything with the other boys. Some of them were pretty nice looking, but I was going to find out what he meant when he left. I had been having fun with him for a long time. I guess I was starting to grow up because I was climbing in bed with him and getting naked with him. Blowing him almost every night. It made me feel, I don't know, good, wanted, like someone wanted me. I don't know. He blew me. That was neat.

"He told me he was leaving because he was turning eighteen, but he wanted me to stay in touch with him. The night he left I wanted him to fuck me. I knew he liked that best because he did it to all the teenage boys. I guess I was eleven then, and I'd started shooting my load using his come to get myself going good. Figured I wanted to give him what all the other boys did. Hurt like hell, and I let him know. Of course all the guys were watching me by this time. When Boris left, well, he'd protected me all that time. Told them to keep their hands off. When they saw what I was doing with his dick, they figured the rules were changing.

"I woke up the first night after Boris was gone, and one of the guys my age was playing with me. Neat way to wake up. My dick's standing up, and then I notice all the other boys standing there looking down at my hard pecker.

"I got a real education that night. I could hardly walk. One of the new kids had a dick the size of Robert's. Have you seen that cock of his? Boy's deformed or something. This new kid felt like his was that big. Shoved it in all at once. They kept jacking on my dick to keep me hot and quiet. I guess I took on five or six of them. Sucked a few of their cocks. I lost track after awhile. It was just one boy after another all night, and that's when it started. Hans took over the dorm, and he made it clear what my role was. I spent a lot of time on my knees after that. I sure missed Boris, too. I liked his dick best of all of them. Maybe Herman's was neat. I always dreamed it was Boris fucking me while the other boys did it. It was kinda neat. I got anything I wanted. I used to live on their desserts. Beat that. I acted like I didn't like it all that much so one of them would have to blow me while they took turns fucking me, but I liked it fine. Just not all of them the same night. Those nights got me a little sore. Made me feel like people liked me if it was only for sex. Sex is cool. Don't you think?"

The door from the utility room opened, and my father came in. Shit. He looked at Nylin and walked into the living room.

"Time to start dinner. You boys clear the kitchen," he said from out of sight.

Nylin stood up and opened the door, he looked back at me still sitting at the table.

"I'll tell you the rest you want to get together tomorrow. Okay?"

"Sure. There's more?"

"Three homes in a year. Got caught at it, but no matter where I went, they knew why I'd been run off out of the last home. I'll tell you tomorrow. Later?"


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