This is the first in what I hope will become a series of 'first drafts', slight reworkings of what has later been tidied and cleaned up to become well-known stories for children and others. The stories in this series are not for children... by which I mean, anyone under the age of 18. I'm trusting you here.
I live in the UK and therefore use 'British English'. Where this uses the word 'bum', US English says 'butt'. You be you.
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Gepetto was unmarried. That's how he had time - and liberty - to carve a wooden boy. He was a wood-worker, after all - there was even a sign outside his hut saying "Gepetto, worker in wood".
Just someone to talk to, he told himself. Someone to cuddle, he realised later.
He lived alone - he wasn't the social type - at least not in the society he was born into. Above a certain age, single men in his country were looked at with caution, if not with distaste. So there were few to notice that he spent a considerable time cuddling Pinocchio - in fact, the clothes which Gepetto had painted on him were quite worn off by all the cuddling.
Gepetto began to have further thoughts, for making a Pinocchio mark II. A second wooden boy, even more fun to cuddle, to be kept in a cupboard on the rare occasions when people came to call.
Gepetto had also worked out why and how Pinocchio's nose grew so much longer when the boy told a lie. After an error in the initial carving, Gepetto had had to insert a splice of a different wood into his boy (to repair the mistake), and had used "Lignum Vitae" from the old sacred grove, as he had a small piece of it spare in his workshop at the time.
But now, Gepetto had some ideas of other places than the nose, where a piece of lignum vitae could be placed on a second boy. And a few ideas for other changes to make, as well.
He lived alone, as I've already mentioned. So there were no other humans to witness his careful work on Peenoccio, Pinoccio's brother. The carpentry business was slow that year - there was a recession on, and few people had the spare cash to have wooden objects made, unless they were necessary for cooking or making other things. So Gepetto finished carving the second boy within a month or so.
Fortunately there was space in the cupboard for both the boys, as Gepetto did have visitors and didn't want probing questions. He didn't like probing (unless, he later realised, he was doing it to someone else). So the two lads were left there, in the dark together, all day.
"Who are you?" Pinocchio asked the newcomer, "And what is that strange bit between your legs?"
"I'm the new boy, and that's my willy" Peenocchio replied, gently rubbing against the older lad. "Why have you got bits of paint on your body ?"
"Gepetto originally made me looking like I was wearing clothes, but he cuddles me and strokes me so much that the paint has mostly worn off" Pinocchio smiled. "So you like cuddling and being stroked ?"
"I don't know, I've just been made" the newcomer whispered. "But - is it true about your nose ?"
Pinocchio thought quickly. "No, nothing happens when I tell a lie" and his nose grew an inch or two.
"Oooh, that's a neat trick, I must try it. Er, President Trump got a huge majority in 2020" he said, after a little thought.
Both boys stared at Peenocchio's nose. It was unchanged.
"Try again" Pinocchio urged him.
"OK, um, Scotland has a world-beating cricket team" the younger lad improvised. But his nose stayed stubbornly small.
"Er, Peenoccio, your willy ..."
The two boys looked down to where Peenocchio's cock had grown and was now standing, tall and hard.
".... it's gone like Gepetto's does when he cuddles me" Pinocchio finished, with a gasp.
"It feels all tingly" his friend (brother?) gasped.
"My nose never feels anything special" the older boy sighed. "I just have to rub Gepetto's stiffy until he's happy, then he gets dressed again and leaves me alone."
"Well, you're not alone now" Peenocchio encouraged him, "And would you like to rub my willy ? If it works for Gepetto, it might .... aaaaah yes that's good..."
Pinocchio was gently wanking his brother's cock, and enjoying seeing the younger boy get off. "I wish I had a willy, it looks to be fun" he added.
"... so much fun, don't stop !" Peenoccio moaned as he writhed. Suddenly he began to shake, his whole body vibrating as the older boy brought him to his first ever climax. "Oh god yesssss" he whimpered.
The two wooden boys lay there in the cupboard, holding on to each other. "You really enjoyed that" Pinocchio commented, gently holding his brother's rounded butt.
"You have no idea" the younger boy whispered. "It seems so unfair that you can't do that too."
"Maybe if you rub my nose ?" the older suggested, and they tried that, but - nothing.
Pinocchio's wandering fingers found his brother's crack and gently explored. "Did you know you've got a hole in between your buttocks ?" he asked, in a surprised tone.
"No, but if you hum a few bars, I can fake it" Peenocchio thought - some jokes go back further in history than you would believe.
But he actually replied "Haven't you?", and for a moment or two they played with each other's butts. "So, that's two differences between us - I have a willy and a hole, and you have neither. That's definitely unfair."
"And you have no clothes on, and a much more natural butt" the older boy thought out loud. "Maybe if I asked Gepetto, next time he comes to cuddle me, he might fit me out like you".
"Meanwhile, we can cuddle each other" the younger lad suggested with a cute smile, and for a while they did just that, hands and tongues wandering happily. All over.
After a while Gepetto had finished his day's work, and came to the cupboard to play with his new toy. He picked up Peenocchio but left his older brother on the floor, closing the cupboard door afterwards. The old man carried the boy upstairs to his bedroom.
"Now, tell me a huge lie" he commanded, and Peenocchio replied "Global warming is a capitalist plot". He'd been thinking that one up for hours.
Sproinggg ! His willy shot up and grew longer and thicker.
Gepetto wriggled with happiness. "More" he demanded, as he fondled his wooden playmate and stared at his creation.
"I love girls" the wooden boy replied, off the cuff. His cock grew another inch or two, but Gepetto felt this was enough. Cuddly boys should have small stiffies, he told himself. Well, fairly small ...
"Let me just polish your ... mmm" the woodcarver murmured, and Peenocchio was very happy to let the man polish his 'mmm'. Now it was Peenocchio's turn to wriggle with happiness, as Gepetto's hands roamed all over his body. 'Looking for faults', he called it.
Boy and man enjoyed the cuddling and touching, and Peenocchio was tempted to return the willy-rubbing on Gepetto's tenting groin. But his friendship with Pinocchio made him think.
"Gepetto, wouldn't it be fun to make a couple of changes to Pinocchio, so he could join in our playing ?" the boy suggested. The thought of having two willing boys to cuddle made Gepetto pause.
"What changes ?" the old man enquired.
"Take the wood from his nose and give him a willy like mine. And he'd like a hole deep in his rump, too. And make it from the special wood that's a bit flexible. And maybe sand off his painted clothes so he'd be naked. Then you'd have two boys to play with."
Pinocchio seemed happy with that idea, as well.
The next morning, Gepetto was wandering in the sacred grove, looking for more 'lignum vitae', when he met the Witch of the Woods, who knew everything even before it happened and was therefore barred from every casino and bookmaker's in the Kingdom.
"Why are you looking for lignum vitae ?" she asked the woodcarver, just to remind him who was the Witch around there.
Gepetto was wise enough not to try to lie to the Witch. "I'm going to upgrade Pinocchio" he replied, telling the truth as far as he felt he could.
"If I give you assistance, what would you do for me in return?" she hinted.
Gepetto was stuck. He didn't want to admit his plans - but she was the Witch ! And, he reminded himself, she knew he was as gay as a handbag full of rainbows ...
"Maybe I could give a hand round your cottage" he suggested. Everyone knew the Witch lived in a dump, and surely a few repairs weren't beyond his abilities?
"I'd want you to be my servant every morning for five years" the old woman demanded.
"Starting when ?" he queried.
"Tomorrow, from sunrise until noon, seven days a week" she replied.
"Five days? I have to earn my living" Gepetto wheedled.
"Six days a week, we both know your woodcarving business is as thin as the shavings from your plane" the Witch stated firmly.
Gepetto thought for a moment. Two boys to play with? Mmmmmmmm...
"I accept" he decided.
"You're getting a better bargain than you expect" the old woman agreed. A better bargain for her, anyway - she'd only planned for one year of service.
"I'll take to where there's enough lignum vitae for two boys - willies, balls and bums too !" she promised.
Gepetto suddenly realised the possibilities of adding lignum vitae butts to his young friends ... the Witch knew him too well, indeed ...
With a large (and heavy) lump of lignum vitae to take back to his workshop, the woodcarver was tired by the time he returned home. He worked through the night, managing to fit Pinocchio with buns of steel - well, buns of very hard but slightly flexible wood, anyway - by the time the first rays of the Sun lit the tops of the mountains that loomed above his valley.
"I'm waiting !" came the voice of the Witch, and despite his tiredness Gepetto hastened to her cottage and surveyed all the work needed there. This was going to take all of five years to complete. But the best time to start a task is always 'now' ...
Back at Gepetto's workshop, the two wooden boys woke up. still in their cupboard, as usual.
"What changes has he made to you ?" Peenocchio asked his 'brother'.
"Ive got a better butt" Pinocchio replied, "but there wasn't time to change my willy" he added in a despondent tone.
"Maybe tomorrow night" his brother answered, "and maybe he can upgrade my bottom as well".
"Well, you can still get that marvellous stiffy" Pinocchio smiled.
"Yes, and Brexit was a complete success" his brother giggled.
Sproinnnnggg !
"Oooops, sorry, my willy has pushed into your ...." Peenocchio began.
"Oh god yessss !" both boys screamed together. There was hardly any space in the small cupboard, so Peenocchio had to cling on to his brother from behind as he thrust his stiffy into the other boy's now-yielding butt.
Again.
And again ...
With a noise like two skeletons fornicating on a cast-iron roof, the boys went at it in their first full use of Peenocchio's 'woody'. Birds scattered from the trees surrounding Gepetto's workshop and house, squirrels emigrated and even a passing family of wolves decided to go the other way round the mountain.
Back in the cupboard, Peenocchio was overjoyed to be using his brother's 'valley' - and Pinocchio was on the receiving end of his first full bumming. Two cherries at once !
Frantically humping each other, the boys were still yelling when they reached their glorious climax, locked together and not caring about the slight bruises they'd gathered from bumping into the various bits and bobs that were also in the cupboard. Who cares about step-ladders when you're shagging your step-brother !
"That was ..." gasped Pinocchio ...
"Oh God yessss" his brother moaned ...
"Did you like that, too ?" Pinocchio hoped.
"Did you ? It was marvellous for me, my willy is supposed to enjoy sex. But, your arse ?" his brother wondered.
"My arse just loved it all, believe me" Pinocchio assured him. "There's a place just inside, and when your stiffy hits it, oh god ..."
"I can't wait for him to fit me out with a butt like yours, then" Peenocchio breathed.
"And I want a willy like yours" his new bum-chum agreed. "But we're going to have to wait till he gets home ..."
"Meantime, wanna do it again ?" Peenocchio leered.
"I thought you'd never ask" and Pinocchio braced himself against the door-frame, his cute butt wiggling slightly as if needing to get his brother 'in the mood'. As if that was needed!
"OOOOOOOOOH"
"Oh goddddd"
Slap slap, bang bang, "ooh yeah", creak creak (that door-frame is a little loose), "more", "oh yesss", "harder", "mmmmmmm" ...
"Aaaaargh ! "
"Oooooh !"
When Gepetto got back from the Witch's house, he was so tired that he fell asleep in his chair, without even making himself lunch. But as soon as he woke up, he grabbed his tools and finished off his modifications to Pinocchio, transferring a large amount of lignum vitae from his nose to his new willy. The new 'snub' nose looked cute on him, too.
As a final tweak, he opened out the boy's mouth to the same size as his anus; but by then it was midnight and Gepetto fell asleep again.
Peenocchio looked on, slightly frustrated that his brother was getting all the attention, but seeing the potential for even more horny fun in the morning ...
Earlt the next morning, the Witch's scream of "I'm waiting' galvanised Gepetto - and, in fact, the local roosters - into action, and with deafening screams of "Cock-a-doodle-do" echoing in his ears, the old man scurried up the hill to continue his work for the Witch.
"Cock-a-doodle-do" Pinocchio remarked to his brother, "giving you any ideas ?"
"What would you like me to 'doodle-do' with my 'cock', then ?" Peenocchio lewdly answered.
"Bum me" his brother whispered. "Hard".
Thrust !
"Oh yes, just like ..."
Thrust !
"...that !" Pinocchio whimpered, pain and pleasure fighting for his attention.
Thrust !
"Like this ?" his brother cuddled his brother's balls as he taunted his taint.
Thrust !
"Please ! Fuck me hard ", Pinocchio, the lignum vitae bottom, urged his conqueror.
thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust ...
"Aaaaargh !"
"Yesssss !"
"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod ..."
"Look, my willy's gone all stiff, just like yours" Pinocchio whispered to his brother, as the two boys emerged from their post-orgasm bliss.
"Then, tomorrow, let's try it out" the other lad promised.
That afternoon Gepetto fitted Peenocchio with a new bottom (and mouth) and even found enough lignum vitae to give the boys flexible balls and fingers. Then sleep claimed him ...
"Peenocchio ?"
"Yes, cutie ?"
"I see he's been working on your butt, too. Are you thinking what I'm thinking ?"
"Is it that good, taking it up the butt ?" Peenocchio asked.
"It's amazing. It does hurt to start with but after that - oh my word ..."
"Let me get in front" - the boys changed places in the cupboard, without knocking much over ...
"Politicians always keep their promises" Pinocchio murmured.
Sproingggg ! His nose twitched a little, but his willy bulged and rose into a perfect rocket shape, ready for blast-off.
"Grab something firm" Pinocchio urged his brother. "Not that, that's going to go up your ..."
"Ouch !" Peenocchio objected.
".... arse, oh yesss"
"That's sore but, do me !" Peenocchio urged him.
Thrust ! thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust ... a dozen lumberjacks with chain-saws couldn't have stopped Pinocchio now.
"Ouch, oh, oh, ooooh, ooooh yessss, oh god, mmmmmmmm, more, harder" - Peenocchio was rapidly learning what fun a good pounding can be. The hard (and, the hard-on) way. And beginning to like being at the absolute mercy of his brother, expecially when he realised that there was going to be no mercy there at all.
"Oh oh oh " - Pinocchio was catching up with all the sex he hadn't had yet. And, learning that being the top gives you a different sort of fun, especially when you slightly change the angle of your ...
"AAAAaaargh !"
... stiffy plunging into your friend, and happening to catch him right on the prostate with a full-power plunge. Yessss !
As the two learnt their new roles, and qualified as fully-competent versatiles (certificates available at your friendly neighbourhood sauna or gay nudist beach), the noise woke Gepetto from his exhausted slumbers.
"What's going on in there ?" he shouted, but the boys didn't hear him above their own banging and moaning.
"What are you doing ?" he persisted - not the most intelligent question, but to be fair, the old man was seriously sleep-deprived, not to mention that he hadn't fully realised the possibilities available to two randy young boys, naked together in their own cupboard.
Gepetto tried to open the cupboard door but the step-ladder had become jambed ( ! ) against the inside door handle - and the boys were very busy together, still in the closet and oblivious to his shouts.
Very busy ...
So Gepetto had to make do with listening to his two boys having fun, while rubbing one out for himself. Not quite what he'd planned, but lonely old men sometimes have to make compromises.
For the next few days the boys wouldn't come out of the closet, despite Gepetto's orders, entreaties, requests and downright begging. But on the seventh day, the old man had a day off from serving the Witch, and the boys felt that, as he'd actually done all the work of getting them working stiffies and holes, that they'd play with him for a bit.
The cupboard door opened and the boys came out - stark naked, of course, hard and glistening with sweat. Gepetto frantically stripped off to play with them, and after a bit of friendly nude wrestling and groping, they fould themselves in a threesome, with the old man in the "Lucky Pierre" position between the boys; Peenoccio behind him and Pinocchio at the front.
After all their time in the closet together, the boys had got a reasonable idea of what to do, so as Peenocchio rammed his six inches of wood up Gepetto's hole, Pinocchio moved a little forward to let the man's cock almost leave the young boy's colon. Then Pinocchio moved back ("Oooooh", as he was again filled) and Peenocchio withdrew ("Ohhhh", leaving an emptiness deep in the old man).
As Gepetto got into his first 'sandwich' since about twenty years ago, he started to do more of the work, and soon the boys were almost stationary as he shuttled back and forward between them. "Ooooh"s , "Aaaah"s, and moans of joy rose from the frolicking threesome, until first the boys, then Gepetto, nutted (old men take longer).
The lustful three collapsed on the floor, out of breath but gloriously happy. "Worth it, old man?" Peenocchio smiled, and the heartfelt sigh from his maker was answer enough.
"That wasn't a 'pity fuck' Pinocchio explained, "you're a good shag".
"For your age" Peenocchio giggled, and Gepetto playfully smacked his arse.
After about half an hour (Gepetto isn't young) the three were frolicking a second time, when the Witch happened to pass by - and hear them 'in action'.
"Ha!" she thought, "so that is how he spends his one free day a week. I'll so embarrass him ..." and she used one of her change spells on the nameplate on his house.
It now says "Gaypedo likes young wood".
But everyone knew that anyway.