Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2020 02:00:38 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Vitamin J, Gay, Young Friends Nifty isn't free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following is 100% made up. If you liked the story, I'd love to know it. Feel free to send feedback to butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like it, I'd hate to know it, so send that feedback to someone else. ** To learn how Luke became addicted to cum, read The Drone in adult/youth. To see how Luke first tried to satisfy his hunger, read Spermaholics Anonymous in the high school section. ** My name is Luke Green and I am becoming a cum connoisseur. My jizz tastes differently than my neighbor Mr. Pearson's. His is thicker and has a more mature taste, more pungent than bleachy if you know what I mean. Tony Spinoza, the sixteen-year-old across the street, has cum that matches mine in consistency, but is closer to Mr. Pearson's in taste. I've been wondering how the two boys next door compare. Mr. Vines is divorced but his two sons spend every other weekend with him. I don't know how old they are, only that they appear to be close in age. Maybe a year separates them. If I had to guess I'd say there were either twelve and thirteen, or eleven and twelve. A couple years younger than me, anyway. I'm fourteen in case you haven't figured it out. Whenever they visit Mr. Vines the three of them usually go somewhere. I see them loading up their car with beach gear or fishing equipment. It's overcast today and supposed to rain. I guess they decide to stay home. Looking out my second-floor bedroom window I can see into their backyard, and there they are. One of them is sitting at the patio table eating a hotdog. The other one comes outside carrying his own plate. "Hey Brad, have you seen my iPad?" Okay . . . the older one is named Brad. Good to know. "I told you you were going to forget it. It's probably home." "There's nothing to do!" the younger boy whines. "I hate when we don't go anywhere." "Mitch the Bitch," his brother says. So younger bro is named Mitch? I go downstairs and into the backyard. The fence between our two houses keeps me from seeing them, but I call over the fence. "Hey guys! Are you as bored as I am?" "YES!" they both shout at the same time. "You wanna come over? I got Xbox and stuff." There was no answer. I figure I freaked 'em out. We'd never said more than hey to each other when I saw them loading their dad's car. Maybe the invitation is too much, too fast. Damn it. And then I hear pounding on the front door, even from the backyard. I grin. They didn't answer cuz they weren't there anymore; they'd hauled ass to my house. I go inside and let them in. I swear they could almost be twins. They have the same shaggy white-blonde hair, the same fair complexion, the same blue eyes. The only difference is one is a couple inches taller than the other. "Hey, I'm Luke," I say. "We know. Our Dad says hi to you all the time. I'm Mitch. This is my brother Brad." I open the door and they come in, checking out the house. "How old are you?" I ask. Brad says, "I'm twelve. Mitch is eleven." I hope they are old enough to cum. Thinking about that makes my dick flex. I adjust it, not caring that they can see me do it. They notice and exchange looks. "Are you getting a boner?" the younger one says. I pretend to look embarrassed. "I can't help it. I get them all the time." "You too?" Brad blurts out and immediately blushes. I nod my head. "Doesn't matter what I'm doing, it just pops up. It gets tricky when other people are around. I have to hide it without being obvious what I'm doing." Brad nods in understanding and commiseration. Mitch laughs. "You guys are weird," he says. Brad looks at me as if we were two sophisticated men of the world. "He'll learn," he says. I lead them upstairs to my room. "What do you want to play?" Brad says. "I don't have any three-player games," I lie. Tell you what. I got a movie we can watch." Mitch is disgusted. "We can do that at our house," he complains. "Not this kind of movie, I bet," I say. Mr. Pearson gave me a porn dvd the last time I sucked him. It's way hotter than anything I ever find online. I turn on the TV and put the DVD in. We sit on the old thrift store couch against the wall in my room. A chick that looks a lot like Mrs. Spinoza is being eat out by a young guy. He can't be as young as he looks cuz he looks about my age. "Holy crap!" Mitch says. "Damn, look at her nipples. They're like pencil erasers!" Brad adds. He places his hand on his lap, hiding the growing bulge. I've seen the movie several times, so I'm more interested in watching Brad and Mitch than I am in the TV screen. The kid onscreen starts fucking the woman. Mitch has a definite tent, but unlike his brother it doesn't occur to him to hide it. "Mitch," I say, and point to his tent. "Take it out." He looks at his lap and turns red. He covers his bulge and says, "No." I stop the movie and the screen switches to live TV. "I'd like to buy a vowel," some fat guy says. "Hey!" the brothers complain in unison. "Take it out, or I won't start the movie again. Both of you." "That's gay," Brad said. "Suit yourself," I say. I turn my attention to the TV. "P!" I say. "it's Happy Retirement! Ask for a P, you dope." We watch until they got to the bonus round. Then Brad says, "Luke." I turn to look at him. He's pulled down his shorts. His dick is sticking straight up. He's got an inch or two or pubes. "Dude!" I'm freaking out. "The hair on your head is blonde, but your pubes are nearly black. They're darker than mine." He blushes. Mitch said, "You got hair around your dick?" I guess the eleven-year-old has a bald pecker but I don't want to guess. "Brad took his out, Mitch. Either take yours out or go home so me and him can watch the movie." He pouts but pulls his shorts down. His little two-inch dick has gone soft. I'm right. He doesn't have a single pube. I start the movie again, but I have eyes only for their dicks. Brad never lost his boner and now it is flexing every couple of seconds, making the head flare. Mitch's little dick soon hardens again. He keeps petting it but I don't think he's aware of what he's doing. Mitch catches me looking. "How come we have to take out our dicks, but you don't?" Fair enough. I don't stop at my shorts but strip completely naked. Brad barely glances at me; he's too interested in the action on the screen, but Mitch can't take his eyes off my throbbing dick. "You got hair, too. And there's something wrong with your dick." "There's something wrong with YOUR dick," I tell him. "You had your foreskin cut off and I didn't." "What's foreskin?" "This," I say, and pull my skin back exposing the head of my dick, then slide it back over and pull the skin out past the head, stretching it. I love that feeling on my cock. Brad says, "Dude, I can't help it. I gotta jack off." "No," I tell him. "Don't touch it." "I'm dying, man! I gotta bust a nut." "Just watch the movie." He whimpers a little but keeps his hands off his cock. Which leaves it free for me. Without warning I lean over and run my tongue over the head. "Oh my god," he half whispers. "What are you doing to my brother?" Mitch demands. Brad says, "Shut up, Mitch." He places his hand on the back of my head, urging me to do more than lick. "Suck it," he pleads. I take just the head into my mouth, still bathing it with my tongue. I play with his balls, tugging and stroking them. He moans. "Dude. Please suck me." I take more of his cock into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, He's not going to last long, I can tell. I'm sure it's his first blowjob. He's breathing faster. "Brad?" Mitch says uncertainly. "It's.... okay.....OHHHHH" the head of his cock swells even more, and he pushes his hips off the couch cushion, forcing more of his dick into my mouth as several spurts of watery boy cum flood my mouth. Oh my god, this is the best jizz yet. The taste, the texture. I'm in heaven. He's finally spent. "Ow. Okay. Stop." I hate to do it, but I let his cock slide out of my mouth. It's just as hard as it was when I started. It may never go down again. Now that he's cum he's nervous. Angry. "Why'd you do that? I'm no homo!" "Me either," I say. But I had to do it. I've got a protein deficiency. It's like the way deer lick salt blocks. I gotta eat cum or I get sick. I need the Vitamin J. It's not like I enjoy sucking dicks." Like fuck it's not. Mitch's little dick is still hard, even though the movie is now forgotten. "What's vitamin J?" "Jizz. Do you make any?" "I don't know." "Let's find out," I say. I push him back on the sofa. When he's on his back he gets scared. "Brad?" "It's okay Mitch. You'll like it," his brother says. Brad's dick is still hard. I bet I can get another load out of him. Mitch's dick is twice as long hard as it is soft. I run my fingers along the four-inch spike. It flexes when I get to the head. When I suck it into my mouth I'm able to swallow his nuts, too. "Oooh!" he blurts. I'm still sucking him when I feel fingers wrap around my boner. I look over at Brad who gives me a sheepish smile. "I owe you," he says. I stop sucking the eleven-year-old long enough to tell Brad. "Catch it in you hand. I need the Vitamin J." "Why did you stop?" Mitch says. Horny little fuck. I go back down on him and he starts oohing again. I'd given his brother his first head, now I'm giving Mitch his first cum. I only hope it isn't dry. I reach for his little boy tits and tweak his nipples making him yelp, but his cocklet jerks in my mouth every time I pinch his tits. I suck harder, flicking my tongue against the ridge of his cock. "Brad? BRAD!" "It's okay, Mitch. Just let it happen." Brad seems to get off on his brother's excitement. He grips my cock harder and jacks me faster. "OH! What? OHHHH!" The little dick in my mouth twitches and throbs, trying to spit out cum that isn't there. Even though his orgasm is dry it pushes me over the edge, and I flood Brads hand. I spit out Mitch's cock and point to my jizz in Brad's hand. "Smear it on your cock." I order him. He gets a wicked look in his eye and does as he's told, rubbing my goo all over his dick, then pushes his hips at me, offering it to me. I suck the cum covered cock back into my mouth, licking it clean while I blow him again. "Do me like you did him," he says. "Play with my tits." I do, twisting and pulling them, making him moan. All to soon the head of his cock swells again, and I'm rewarded with another watery load. God I love his boy cum. A glance at my bedroom window shows Mr. Pearson's drone hovering outside. He saw the whole thing. I don't tell the boys about it. Brad says, "we're going camping next time we're at my Dad's. Unless the weather sucks again. You wanna come with us?" "Hell, yeah," I say. "And if the weather sucks again, don't worry. So will I."