Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:38:51 -0700 From: Karl Subject: My New Friend Just an author's note: Please remember, Nifty.org is supported through our contributions. Please help keep the site going by donating a dollar or two. Now some of the stuff that needs to be said: This is a work of complete fiction. Do not take it as a "how to guide". Please be of legal age in your area to read this. If you're not, stop reading (and shame on you). Please be aware that this story is sole property of the author. It may not be published, reproduced or copied without prior written consent. Now, on to the story, This story contains M/m/m/b My New Friend: I had just turned 13 and started to have "feelings". I'd gotten a few pubes and I'd spend hours just staring at them and gently tugging at them (just to make sure they were real). I'd also taken to measuring it daily. It was a full, albeit thin, 4.5" It was earlier in the summer when I started to look at boys differently. While the boys my age started talking about the girls and paying them more attention, I started withdrawing more. I'd always been athletic and it was getting more difficult to change in the locker room. I'd constantly be looking around at the other boys and their progression into manhood. One or two of them had full bushes of pubic hair while others, like me, just had a few. There was one boy, Tommy Nieminen, that didn't have any. He was totally smooth. He was slight and about 6" shorter than the rest of us. The other boys made fun of him a little but he didn't care. Mostly because he had a bigger dick than half of them. It was about 3" soft. It had skin that covered the tip and made it look even bigger. Once, when I thought no one was looking, I watched as he pulled off his underwear and stood there scratching himself. He had blond hair and a smooth butt. He had a toned body and a slight tan left over from summer. I was wondering what it would feel like to run my hands along his sides when suddenly, something in my head said 'look up'. I did. Tommy was staring right at me. He smiled and I immediately looked the other way. I'd been caught. Was he going to tell the other boys? Was he going to scream 'faggot' at me the way they did at one of the other boys in our class? Oh god. But he didn't. I looked up again and he was still standing there completely naked. He turned toward the locker so that only someone looking really hard would have seen him and he looked down at his cock as if he were completely alone and slowly pull the skin back. It exposed a little pink head. Now I had a hardon that would soon embarass me if any one looked. He skinned it back and forth a few times and turned and looked directly at me, smiling. I'm sure I turned about 10 shades of red. I quickly picked up my gym clothes and stuffed them in my gym bag and left holding everything in front of my inflated crotch. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't have anyone to talk to about this. My dad was a truck driver and was gone most of the time. My mom always had her nose in a book and seldom wanted to know what was happening in our lives. I was lost. The next day in gym class Tommy moved from his regular locker to one that was next to mine. Why was he doing this? Did he just want to make fun of me? Was he going to tease me and then tell the other boys? I started to get undressed really quickly so that I could hurry and put my gym clothes on. Tommy was just taking his time. As I was sitting to tie my shoes he turned his body toward me. My face was even with his enormous dick. I was hypnotized. Then it started coming toward me. I couldn't move. It brushed my face. Tommy looked down and said, "Sorry, I had to get something from over your locker." I was frozen in my place. Oh god, did anyone else see that? I quickly looked around but the other boys were talking to each other and laughing at some stupid joke one of the other guys told. Tommy, stepped back. I looked up and mumbled, "No big deal." He got a big grin on his face and said, "Well, that's good to hear." With that, he reached into his locker and pulled on his jock strap, which framed his butt perfectly and finished putting everything else on. The rest of the class I was completely out of it. I had always been a strong batter but struck out every time I was up. Tommy acted like nothing had happened. He didn't even look at me again. But I was watching him. When I'd look over he'd reach into his shorts and adjust himself. The other boys even started to notice. "What's the matter Tommy? Can't fit it into your shorts", one of the boys yelled and laughed. Tommy just looked at him and said, "Why don't you come over hear and help me with it." This got cat calls from the other boys and a bunch of laughter. 'I volunteer' I thought. A couple of my friends looked at me and said, "What's the matter? You sick or something?" At first I thought they were reading my mind. Then I realized they were really asking if I didn't feel well. "Nah," I said, "I stayed up too late last night playing Halo." That seemed to satisfy them. They started talking about the game and the new cheats they'd found and how the new one was gonna be even better. I ended up talking to them and started to feel a little better. At least I wasn't thinking about Tommy. As we headed back into the locker room I suddenly realized, 'oh god, I'm gonna have to shower'. This had never been an issue before but now I started getting hardons at the slightest thing. I got undressed and grabbed my towel before Tommy even had his locker open. I headed toward the showers. They were communal showers so that there was no hiding anything. I stepped in and felt my dick starting to swell. One of the other boys looked and saw it. "Hey Jackson. You're not the only one with a woodie!" Everyone looked at me and started laughing and whistling. I was mortified. Jackson, who was the class jock, looked over his shoulder and said, "Well, men get boners. You pussies probably couldn't even get it up!" It was a challenge. A couple of the other boys started soaping themselves up and they were getting erect. One yelled, "Yeah! I bet Lauren would love to have this in her mouth!" Everyone laughed and started splashing him. A couple of the other boys started to grab his dick. He laughed but let their hands stay there a second or two longer than they should have. Then he yelled at the guys, "Get away faggots. This is for the ladies only." Everyone laughed and no one even noticed me hard anymore. I soaped up, rinsed off and got out of there as fast as I could. When I got back to the locker Tommy was just putting his clothes in his locker. He was completely naked. He stood there facing me, scratched at his balls and sighed. He let me look a little while and said, "You're done already? Too bad. Well, I guess I better get cleaned up." "I guess so," I mumbled. Why was he doing this? I thought maybe I could talk to him but I'd barely said two words to him before that day. He was always the skinny boy who seemed a little too sure of himself. Now I knew why. Over the next few days we continued the same routine. I started asking friends what they knew about him and found out a few things. His mom and dad were from Finland. They were both doctors and were pretty well off. His father was a psychiatrist. He had an office in his house where people would come to see him. His mom worked at the local hospital and taught at the university. Tommy had a younger brother who was 9. They moved here a couple of years ago from Michigan. Jack, my friend since kindergarten, said that his mom and dad didn't like them because they had "ideas". He didn't really know what that meant and I hadn't a clue. "Plus, he doesn't talk to the other kids much", he said matter of factly. "I asked him if he wanted to go skeet shoothing with us and he didn't even know what it was," he said in a sarcastic tone. I just shrugged. Oh well, whatever. A couple of weeks of playing 'look at my penis' and then I was sitting getting dressed and he came out of the shower still dripping, but had his towel around him. He hurried and sat down next to me. "Oh good, I was afraid you'd be gone," he panted. "Do you want to come and spend the night at my house on Friday?" It wasn't until that moment, sitting that close to him that I realized he had the most beautiful white teeth and blue eyes I'd ever seen. "I don't know...", I sorta mumbled. "Oh," he said looking a little embarrassed. "I just thought maybe we could eat pizza and watch a scary movie. My dad said it would be okay. My mom is working all weekend and she usually stays at the hospital when she's on call so he said it'd be just us guys." I wanted to grab hold of him and scream, YES, but I just looked down a little and said, "I'll ask my mom and dad. It sounds like fun though." His face broke into a huge smile and said, "Cool. It'll be a lot of fun! I've got a couple of new games and we never get to eat pizza when my mom is home." "My dad told me to give you our phone number in case your mom or dad wants to call," he said as he grabbed a piece of paper from the pants pocket in his locker and shoved it into my hand. "I hope they let you stay. I haven't had anyone over since we moved. It'll be a lot of fun!" With that he whipped off his towel and started drying his hair and flapping his dick back and forth in my face. I raced home from school clutching the piece of paper. I hurried in the door and ran into the family room where my mom was sitting in her chair reading. "I made a snack for you and your sister. It's in the fridge. I'll make dinner later," she said not looking up. "Mom!", I said a little louder than I had intended. She looked up and said, in an annoyed tone, "What's going on with you?" "This guy Tommy asked if I could stay over at his house Friday night. I told him I had to ask you and he gave me his phone number so you could call hnd dad," I said all in one breath. "It's fine with me," she said. "How are you getting there because I'm not taking you." I hadn't thought about that. His parents lived on the other side of town. I knew his dad dropped him off but I had never hung around to see if he took the bus home or not. My hopes were starting to crumble. "I don't know. I guess I should have asked," I mumbled. "Well, figure it out if you want to go," she said and turned back to her book. I looked at the paper in my hand and it occurred to me. I HAVE Tommy's phone number. His actual phone number. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone on the wall. I carefully read the number and dialed it. "Hello," said a loud booming (and cheerful) voice on the phone. There was a slight accent and it sounded like he'd been laughing. "Hi, um, is Tommy there," I squeaked. "And who may I say is calling?", he said just as cheefully. "Um, this is Bart, from his school," I continued. "Ah, Bart, from gym class. Tommy has told me about you. How are you?", he asked. What? How should I answer that? "I'm fine," I managed. "Good, good to hear. Hold on one moment," he pulled the phone away from his mouth and I heard him yell, "Teemu, it's for you." "Hello?", Tommy said. "Hi Tommy, it's me, Bart. You know from gym class," in case he'd forgotten. "HI BART! Can you come over on Friday?" he practically yelled. "Well. I don't know. My mom said she can't drive me so..." "Don't worry about that. My dad picks me up after school He can pick you up too. That means you have to bring your toothbrush and stuff to school though," he said excitedly. He took the phone away from his mouth and I heard him in the background, "Isa!" and then there was a lot of mumbling in, what I can only assume was, Finnish. "And my dad said he can take you home on Saturday," he said in the same excited tone. I was sure I had died and gone to heaven. "That's awesome," I yelled into the phone. "Do you want me to bring any of my video games or anything?" "No. We have lots of board games and my dad said we can watch a scary movie. My mom never lets us do that. My dad says it healthy but my mom says it just gives us bad dreams," he laughed. Then I was stuck. I didn't know what else to say but Tommy saved me. "Okay then. My little brother and I were attacking my dad. We're winning", he said. (I heard a woman laugh in the background). "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then," I said. We were never like that in my house. Partly because my dad was never home but mostly because my mom said it gave her a headache. My sister was a little bit of a tomboy but she mostly played with her friends outside. Since the summer (when all of the changes started happening to me) I'd stayed to myself a lot. I'd go to the pool and swim and play with the guys but I didn't want hang out with them when they started the inevitable conversation about girls. Tomorrow was only Thursday. Friday seemed like a million miles away. When I woke up I was just excited to see Tommy. I was going to actually spend time with my new idol. When gym class came around Tommy wasn't there. I was crestfallen. Where was he? Should I call him when I got home? I didn't know what to do. I was a little angry. It was a good thing it had rained and it was a "Dodgeball" day. I threw the ball so hard that I watched some of my fellow classman cringe as they felt the sting of my ball! In the end I was the one that lost. It was between the jock, Jackson, and me. He creamed me. It was okay though. I'd gotten out most of my frustration. I decided when I got home to call and find out why Tommy hadn't been in class. I dialed and a woman answered. "Hi Mrs. Nieminen. Is Tommy there?", I asked a little unsure. "Oh he's here. Little Mr. Wrestler sprained an arm yesterday," she said chuckling a little. Hold on. "Teemu," she yelled. "Hello?", said Tommy. "Hi. Are you okay? You weren't in class today so I didn't know what happened," I said a little hesitantly. "Oh, I was wrestling with my dad and I fell off the arm of the chair where I was standing," he said a little sluggishly. "Wow, I hope you're gonna be okay," I said thinking, my mom would kill us before she let us stand on the arm of her chair. Then the second thought. I'm not gonna be able to spend the night now. "Are you gonna be in school tomorrow?", I said questioningly. "Probably. But I'm gonna have to sit out of gym for the next week," he said in a disappointed voice. "Should I not come over tomorrow?", I said, every ounce of me wanting to cry. "No way! We'll just have to hang out here at the house though," he said. "That's okay," the excitement returning to my voice. "We'll find stuff to do!" "I know," he said and giggled. "That's what I'm hoping." I hadn't really thought the whole thing through. I knew I was going to be going to his house. I knew that I'd be staying the night. But...would we sleep in the same bed? Would I see him naked? Would he see me naked? What would happen if I saw him naked? Oh God! "Well, I should get off the phone. The doctor gave me a pill that makes me a little sleepy. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?", he started to trail off. "Um, okay then. Um, tomorrow's cool," and I hung up the phone. The next day when I got up I reminded my mom that I'd be staying at Tommy's house. She sort of looked up and said as if she'd just remembered something and said, "Oh, that's right. Be good and don't cause them any trouble." She didn't even know where I was going or who I was staying with. The day crawled by. Finally gym class came along. There was Tommy, sitting on the bench with his arm in a sling. He smiled broadly and said, "See, I wasn't kidding." I laughed and said, "You were really standing on the arm of the chair?" He looked at me like I'd just said, 'you were visiting the moon'. "Yeah. We were just horsing around. Don't you ever do that with your dad?", he asked genuinely surprised. "No. My dad's not home that much and my mom doesn't like us to play inside the house," I said quietly. "Oh," was all he said. "Well, my dad will let us be as wild as we want tonight. Especially since my mom's not home. It's fun 'cause we don't have to wear clothes," he said in a carefree way. WHAT?! NO CLOTHES?! Was he kidding? I hadn't been naked in front of anyone outside of gym class since I was a little boy. Even at the pool I waited until I got home to change out of my suit. Mom said there were too many weirdos at the "Y" so I should change at home. I wasn't quite sure what she meant by weirdos but I knew it couldn't be good. And as I was getting older I was starting to understand more. "You mean naked?", I asked. "Yeah," he said looking at me astonished. "Oh, if you don't want to, that's okay. I forgot. Some people get freaked out by it. Mostly we don't wear any clothes except when dad has clients," he stated. "No one does, but mom makes us stay dressed if someone's coming over. She said Americans are 'uptight' about being naked." "You mean, you've seen your mom naked?", I stammered. "Yeah. Haven't you ever seen your mom naked?", he was genuinely surprised. "NO!", I said shocked. "I haven't seen my mom OR dad naked." "Oh well. If you want we'll keep our clothes on tonight too. It's no big deal," he said and shrugged. Then I started thinking about the night I called the first time. He and his brother had been wrestling with his dad...and they were NAKED! My head was swimming! How did they do that and not get erections? I couldn't be naked could I? What if I got an erection? Oh god. I'd die of embarrassment. Class went by pretty quickly. I hit one home run and managed to steal a base or two. Tommy was on the sidelines cheering me when I hit the homerun. One more hour after that. Social studies. Yuck. Tommy and I had agreed to meet at the front entrance of the school where his father would pick us up. I hurried up and put all my stuff in my locker grabbed my bag with my change of clothes and pajamas in it and headed toward the door. Then it dawned on me. If they don't wear clothes in the house they probably don't wear pajamas. This was just getting more and more overwhelming. Tommy was standing there waiting for me and smiled and waved me over. "My dad usually picks up Han first and then comes and gets me," he said. We talked about his arm and about the pill he took the night before and how it made him tired. He said his arm hurt a little but he didn't want to take the pill tonight. His dad pulled up in, what looked like, a brand new car. I was in awe. Tommy opened the back door and said, "You get up front. Han has to sit in the back 'cause of the car seat." Han may have been 9 but he was still extremely small for his age. While it wasn't a car seat in the typical sense it was still a grown up version of a car seat. I slowly opened the door and there, sitting in the drivers seat, was possibly one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. He had dark blond hair and a moustache. He looked over, smiled and said, "Hop in." He pulled away from the curb and once we were past the school he punched the gas. Tommy and Han started whooping and hollering! I was terrified. Dr. Nieminen looked over at me and said, in his slight accent, "Oh sorry. Forgot. Newcomer." He winked and slowed down. Tommy said something in Finnish to his father who looked over at me, then at my bag and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," was all he said. I heard Han say, "Why not?" "Han,"...something in Finnish. "Okay," he pouted. When we pulled up to the house I was in awe. It had a three car garage. I'd only ever seen a two car garage at my fancy pants aunt and uncle's house. We pulled into the cleanest garage I'd ever been in. There was an empty space (which I assumed was Mrs. Nieminen's car) and a huge motorcyle in the other space. Tommy, his dad and Han jumped out of the car and suddenly I was aware I hadn't even unbuckled my seat belt. "Oh sorry," was all I could say. I got out of the car and we headed for the house. When we got inside I couldn't believe anyone even lived there exept for a few magazines and a coffee cup sitting on the dining room table. My house was crammed with stuff. In my house it was "more is better". This house looked as though everything had a purpose. One whole wall was glass. It looked out onto a huge yard that was walled in. I just stood there taking it all in. Tommy grabbed my arm and said, "C'mon. Let put your stuff in my room." When we walked in I exhaled a sigh of relief. At least this room I understood. There were posters of bands I didn't recognized but the rest was stuff all over the place. We talked a little bit and he told me who the bands were and how his parents liked them. He started to pull off his clothes and then stopped. I looked at him and said, "Sorry. I just don't know if I can be naked. What happens if I get a boner? It happens all the time now." And then, as if on cue his brother walked in sporting a huge erection. I couldn't believe it. It was at least as big as mine and he was only 9 but looked 7. He was laughing and pointing at it. "Look how big it's getting," he was saying to Tommy. Tommy looked horrified. "You're not supposed to be naked," Tommy hissed. His brother looked up crestfallen. "Oh yeah," he said disappointingly. "Don't worry," I said, not taking my eyes off of the kids erection. "I don't mind." Han smiled and with that walked out of the room admiring god's gift to him. I looked up at Tommy. He was smiling. "See, it's not that big a deal. Dad even gets a stiffie once in a while. Mom always yells at him but he just laughes and grips it with his hands and shakes it at her," he said laughing. Wait a minute. 'with his hands (plural)' I was just starting to get hard thinking about it. "And no one's embarrassed?", I asked. "No. It's just guys. I actually watched my dad jacking off a couple of times. He was in his study and was watching a porno. He sprayed all over the place. When he saw me staring with my mouth open he just laughed as he laid there breathing hard. 'Don't look so shocked, you'll be doing this too soon enough' was all he said," Tommy finished but I could tell there was more to that story. I could feel the room swimming. He had seen his father jerk off? He had seen his father sperm? I sat on the edge of the bed. "Wanna play like we're in gym class?", he said as he looked down at me sitting on the bed. I jolted out of my coma and said, "Huh?" He was giving me a cheshire cat grin. As if in a trance I said, "That would mean I have to be naked too." Tommy looked shocked and then his smile got wider. "Okay." I got up and slowly started to take off my clothes. Our eyes were locked the entire time. I felt my hands taking off my shirt. Then my pants. Then, to my utter amazement, I was sliding my underwear off. I was hard as a rock. Tommy had taken off shirt, bent over and took off his pants. Then I saw IT! Oh my god. It was huge. He still had his underwear on but I could see it wrapped up and almost all the way over his hip. He reached into the elastic band of his underwear and pulled them down. His erect penis fell forward. I was in awe. He grabbed hold of my dick and slowly pumped it. I didn't know what to do. Then I felt his hand move from my cock and onto my hand at my side. He pulled it forward and that's when I felt it. It was hard and velvety. He sighed as I wrapped my hand around it. He leaned in and whispered, "I've wanted to feel you since that first day in gym." I felt goose bumps go up and down my skin. He said in a quiet voice, "you want to suck each other?" I didn't respond. He gently pushed me back on the bed. Then he got between my legs and OH MY GOD. I'd never felt anything like it before. He had almost my whole dick in his mouth. He gagged a little but continued. After a minute or two he stood up and said, "Now you do me." God. Was this really happening? This was so amazing. I got up and he sat down. He spread his legs and there it was, 6" of hard thick cock. It was thick at the base and sort of came up in a triangle to a pink head. I looked up at him and started to say 'I don't know how', but he looked down at me with lust and understanding and said, "Just put your lips over your teeth so you don't scrape me. Then put as much of it in your mouth as you can. Pretend you're swallowing." I did as he instructed and gagged when I felt it hit the back of my throat. He went to stop me but I pushed forward. I was staring down at the perfect hairless base of his cock and then, it all seemed to work. I swallowed him almost all the way down. I felt his dick slide down my throat and I didn't gag. He shuddered as I went down the last inch. I felt my nose brush his his soft, slightly salty skin. I held it there as long as I could but then needed air. I came up, took a breath of air through my nose and went back down. He practically screamed. I was about to go down for a third time when I heard the door open behind me. "Are you two... Oh, sorry," Dr. Nieminen said as I heard the door slam shut. I hurried and stood up. Oh my god. What was I doing! Was he mad? Was he going to tell my mom? Was he going to make me leave? Tommy stood up and said, "Damn it. Just when it was getting good." I started to gather my stuff and Tommy grabbed my arm. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You're dad. He saw us. He's gonna make me go home," I was practically in tears. "What? Why? 'cause he saw you sucking me. He's not gonna be mad about that. I promise," he said in a tone that said he was certain. "But we're two boys. It's wrong," I could feel my face getting hotter. "Well, I didn't tell you the whole truth. That time I saw my dad jerking off did happen the way I said it happened. But the next time was different. The next time he saw me at the door he told me to come in. He said when boys get older they start to make sperm. I of course had seen it but I wasn't quite sure what it was. He explained that it was the male seed that gets planted into the woman. He said some other stuff but I was more interested in the sperm. I asked him to do it again. We started watching the porno together and thats when he started breathing harder and picked up the pace of his strokes. He had both hands around it and was pumping up and down." Again, two hands I thought. "I got closer and he said, 'You know what really feels good?' and I shook my head 'cause I didn't. 'It feels really good when someone puts it their mouth' I didn't see the point of it but I leaned forward and put the head of his dick in my mouth. All of a sudden he took one of his hands and put it on the back of my head and held me there while he shot sperm in my mouth." "Did it taste gross?", I croaked. "Nah. It was salty and a little slimy but it wasn't gross. I swallowed most of it anyway. Then my dad explained to me that what I'd done was a blow job," he continued. "I asked him a couple of times after that if I could do it and he showed me the thing about keeping my lips over my teeth and he said it feels really good when the other person plays with your balls. We've done it a few times." Then he tensed up and said, "But don't say anything to anyone else. He said other people don't understand, but you won't tell will you?" I shook my head no. "I swear I won't tell." He sighed and smiled again. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Tommy sighed. "God I'm so sorry about that. I heard Teemu yell and I thought maybe something had happened. I'm really sorry," he kept apologizing. "We're gonna call in the pizza now. Any requests?" he said sheepishly. "NO OLIVES!", yelled Tommy laughing. "Okay, Okay. No Olives. What about you Bart?", he asked, the tension dissapating as we stood there. "I don't like the fishy things," I said. "Got it. No olives. No anchovies." He looked at the two of us standing there naked and with a slight smirk said, "So can I assume the clothing optional part of this evening is still on?" I must have turned a hundred shades of red and gave a strained chuckle. "Good! I hate wearing clothes when I'm at home," he said as he closed the door. "Why do they call you Teemu," I asked. "That's my real name. Teemu Luukas Nieminen. But I think Tommy is better," he laughed. I looked at him and asked, "Can I call you Teemu?" He smiled and said, "Okay. But just when we're together. Those jerks at school don't need to know it." I was in love as only a first love could be. He grabbed the sling off the bed and pulled it back over his shoulder. "It hurts a little," he said apologetically. I just helped him put it on. We walked out of his room completely naked. I was behind him and watched how perfect his butt was. It made me want to do things I had never even thought of doing. Like licking him from head to toe. I was still partially erect just by fact of the air being on it. I'd never let it out this long. We walked into a family room that looked much more comfortable than the other parts of the house. There were some big chairs, a card table, a huge stack of board games and a TV in one corner. The TV was the biggest thing in our family room. There was no doubt what the room in our house was for. Then I noticed Han. He was sitting on one of the chairs looking at a magazine. He was sitting so that his butt was right on the edge of the chair and his feet were next to his legs. The way he was sitting you could see his little butthole. It was smooth and soft looking. I wasn't sure why but I felt my dick start to stiffen up. I'd never even thought of boys, let alone a boy of 9. Teemu looked at me and said, "Hee hee. I see you," and was staring right down at my dick. "Sorry," I said as I tried to cover my hardening dick. Han looked over his magazine and yelled, "You got a woodie, you got a woodie." "Alright, settle down in there," Dr. Nieminen yelled from the other room. Han got up and walked over to me and wrapped his hand around my dick and whispered, "You got a woodie." He smiled and went back to is chair. Teemu looked at me and rolled his eyes, "Just ignore him." But I noticed Teemu's dick give a little stir too. Teemu pulled out Battleship from the stack of boardgames and we played for a while. Then the doorbell rang. "I got it," Dr. Nieminen yelled from the kitchen. After a minute he yelled, "Pizza time." We ran into the kitchen. This whole being naked thing really wasn't a big deal. We started to get our pizza when Teemu's dad came back into the kitchen without any clothing on at all. I couldn't believe what I saw. His dick was as long as Teemu's forearm and it was soft. It swung heavily between his legs. He had very little hair on his chest but had, what I now know as, a treasure trail. I had stopped dead in my tracks and was just staring at it. He looked at me. Then between his legs and said, "Ta da". Teemu started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a fit. Han walked over and grabbed it and said, "Daddy's got a big wiener." "Ah, don't do that," he said laughing. "And what did we say about that?" I thought to myself, now he's in trouble. Han looked up at him and said, "I know. It's not a wiener. It's a peee-nis." WHAT! That's what he got in trouble for? I would have been slapped into next week if I'd even thought of touching any part of my father that way. We all walked back into the family room with our pizza. Teemu and I sat in one of the oversized chairs and his dad and Han sat on the couch. Dr. Nieminen turned on the TV and put in a DVD. It was a movie about zombies (Teemu and I both agreed our favorites). We finished the pizza and were sitting huddled together and laughing at how scared we were. Then I looked over at his dad and Han. His dad had fallen asleep on his back and Han was asleep on top of him holding his dad's semi erect penis. It really was huge. I felt my own dick start to stiffen. I tried to watch the rest of the movie but whenever I saw movement out of the corner of my eye I'd look over to see what was going on. Then I noticed his dad was awake and looking down at his sleeping son. His dick seemed much harder now. He put his hand over Han's hand and gave it a couple of strokes. I thought I was gonna shoot my load. Dr. Nieminen looked up and gave me a sly smile. The movie finally ended. Dr. Nieminen said, "Alright boys. Let's go to bed." He stood with Han straddling his chest and said, "You boys keep it down in there." He walked out of the room with his enormous dick leading the way like a knight with a lance. Teemu and I got up and headed to his bedroom. When we got there we were both hard as rocks. Teemu suggested we try sucking each other at the same time but logistically it didn't work. He was shorter than I was and I really wanted to try going all the way down on his dick again. He laid down on the bed and I could feel his sweet hairless dick throbbing in my hand. I manueverd my head so that I had a direct line on his dick. I took a deep breath and forced myself all the way down. He moaned and grabbed my hair. I did it again and he whimpered a little. I did this about 6 or 7 times when suddenly his legs went stiff and he started having spasms under me. I could feel his balls pumping but there wasn't any cum. I had my hand on my own dick and started my own convulsions. I saw the spurts hit his leg and we were both exhausted. When I got up he leaned down and with his hand scraped up the few drops of cum on his leg. He licked them off his hand. "I can't wait 'til I make sperm," he said. "I'm gonna eat it all the time," he said dreamily. Pretty soon we were both sound asleep. Then I heard a noise out in the hallway. I realized I had to pee so I quietly stepped into the darkened hallway. As I started down the hall I noticed that there was a small light coming from Han's room. I walked over and peered in. There was Dr. Nieminen sitting on the bed and stroking Han. Han was hard and a rock. His face in state of bliss. Dr. Nieminen had one hand around his own dick and was stroking just the top of it. He started picking up speed and Han started breathing deeper. Then he must have seen me out of the corner of his eye. He didn't look up but said in a rather sedate, unthreatening tone, "Does this excite you Bart? Do you like watching me stroke my big cock while I play with my baby's hard penis?" I sqeeked out, "Yeah." "Don't stand over there Bart. Come in," he continued in the same even tone. I walked into the room. "Now come over to the bed Bart." I stepped over to the bed and there was Han looking up at me, smiling and in a blissful state. Then he said in a soft, playful way, "You've got a woodie." I looked down at my throbbing penis. Then Dr. Nieminen leaned forward and took it in his mouth. He sucked me down in one swallow. I felt the hair from his moustache rubbing against the base of my cock. Then Han said in a soft, pouting voice, "Me now." Dr. Nieminen looked up at me and said, "Why don't you take care of Han Bart." Still in a daze I got down on my knees and leaned over Han. Han grabbed my head and slammed his penis in my mouth. "Now Han, be careful with Teemu's new friend." Han pulled back but this time I was the one that got aggressive. I grabbed the boys hips and forced them into my mouth. He let out a burst of air that filled the room. "Ah, we have a good boy here, don't we Han," he said. "Yes daddy, he's a good boy," he cooed. What? They were talking about me? "Yes. He's a good boy. Does the good boy want a taste of Daddy's cock?", he said in his velvety tone. I shifted positions and put my mouth over his waiting dick. There was a sharp intake of air from daddy. He stroked the top of my head while he continued to force a little bit more of his cock down my throat. "Wow. Teemu has found himself a talented friend," he breathed as he forced a little more in. I saw through my tear filled eyes Han bend down and then felt the tip of my cock engulfed by his little mouth. That was all it took. Dr. Nieminen's cock swelled in my throat and I felt the spurts of hot cum filling my mouth. He held it down and I was forced to swallow as much as I could. My own cock started spasming and for the second time that night I was having an orgasm. Han was whimpering as his body convulsed. I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm, then looked down at the enormous dick that had just been in my mouth. I was spent. Dr. Nieminen stood up and said, "Why don't you go back to bed." If you want we can play a little tomorrow. I was halfway back to bed when I realized I still had to pee. As I walked by the bedroom door I heard Han say, "Do you think Teemu's friend likes us?" Dr. Nieminen said in a whisper, "I hope so. I like him." "Me too daddy. Good night." "Good night baby." I walked to the bathroom. Peed and as I was heading back to Teemu's room I thought, "I wish I never had to go home." ******************************************** I hope you enjoyed the complete work of fiction. Please remember that Nifty.org relies on our contributions to keep going. 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