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Second Chances
By Pony Boy 1984
Chapter Three: Home Coming
My cellphone had begun chiming just a little after midnight, rousting me from a deep sleep. It took a few moments for me to regain my bearings. The inescapable medicinal smell of the hospital assailed my nostrils for a moment, as my eyes began adjusting to the dim light. Although the pediatric ward was at minimal staffing, I could still hear distant beeps and blips of monitors, the tapping of heeled shoes echoing down the corridors, and the occasional clatter of a clipboard being removed from the doors of the rooms. The nurses had begun their rounds and would be here shortly. At this point, neither Ryan nor I were considered under `critical care' through I knew the doctors were still concerned about my headaches. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said it didn't worry me too, but I also knew that I'd been pushing my body hard, and that trauma I had suffered...well under the circumstances was understandable.
I saw Ryan stirring in his bed about fifteen feet away. I saw the pale illumination of his cell phone, as he likewise shut off the gentle chime then peered at me from behind the privacy screen. I waved back and quickly texted him to wait for the nurse to finish her rounds. Ryan silently nodded after receiving the message and laid back. Like me, his hand dove underneath the thin blankets and began rubbing between his legs in anticipation of what would be to come.
As per normal, the nurse came in, took my blood pressure, temperature, and asked me a few simple questions about how I was feeling. She flashes a light in my eyes, and then nodded approvingly as my eyes dilated. She gave me a couple of pills and a little water, before moving on to Ryan. She spent a few moments with Ryan before heading toward the door.
"Excuse me; can you keep the door closed please? The lights in the hall and the noise are keeping me awake." I pleaded with the woman in the sweetest voice I could muster.
She contemplated my words for a moment, and then looked out into the corridor. "Well, I guess we can keep it closed for a little while." She replied, brushing the hair from my eyes. "Just push the button if you need me. I'm on duty until 4AM." I nodded my head and thanked the woman, as the door clicked behind her. We waited for about ten minutes until the rounds completed, and the entire floor fell into an eerie silence. I crept out of my bed, the floor feeling cool against my bare feet. I darted behind the privacy screen and sat on the edge of the bed with Ryan. We didn't need to exchange any words this time; we both shinnied out of our underwear and pressed our bodies together.
Ryan wasn't the least bit shy about cupping his hand around my smooth balls, nor was I in pressing my lips against his as my fingers began stroking his already hard cock. Ryan pressed his tongue into my mouth, and our bodies just melted together for several moments. He felt every inch of my slender frame, taking care to rub my chest and thighs, causing me to moan slightly in a high-pitched voice that I think turned him on, because he intensified his efforts.
We both stood up beside his bed, so that we could explore each other's bodies more thoroughly and with little regard to who might walk into the room. I worked my hands behind Ryan and began massaging the perfect white mounds. I allowed my fingers to slip between his crack and teased the outer edges of his boy hole. Ryan moaned his approval and even pushed his ass back into my finger a little, excited about the prospect of what might happen. Soon his own fingers traveled down my back, and then likewise felt my buttocks. There were these odd moments were both of us seemed to be lost in just the act of simple, gentle touching and truthfully I could have done that all night but I was getting hornier by the second and I knew Ryan was eager to advance the game too.
I looked into Ryan's brown eyes and kissed him again, before slowly sinking to my knees in front of him. I made sure to kiss his chest and tummy, stopping to kiss the scar on his abdomen, before working my way down between his legs. Ryan instinctively spread his legs apart, allowing me slather my tongue across his hairless balls and along the length of this two and a half inch cock, before taking his tip into my mouth. As I did this, I pushed my finger against Ryan's tight, virgin sphincter causing him to coo softly down at me. I wet my forefinger in my mouth, before allowing his cock to disappear between my lips. I then pushed that forefinger into his hole, timing it as his balls pressed against my lips. Ryan moaned more loudly, and began gently stroking my hair.
I established a slow rhythm, sliding my finger in and out of Ryan's hole as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. Ryan got in tune with this rhythm, and eagerly pushing his ass back until my finger sank all the way inside, before then pushing forward into my mouth. I did this for about ten minutes, before letting his cock slip from my mouth, grabbing his hips and turning him around. I spread his ass cheeks apart and pushed my tongue all the way into that hole.
"Oh my God Daniel! You're gonna stick your thing right in me now, aren't you?" He moaned at me lustfully.
As I reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the tube of lubricant, I whispered to him, "Yes, and I'm going to do it over and over again."
"Yeah, over and over." He whispered back, in this strange tone of absolute wonderment. He let a little high-pitched gasp escape his lips, as I pulled back my foreskin and rubbed my little purple cockhead against his greased hole. Daniel was barely two-inches and not very wide fully erect, so I knew there was little chance of hurting Ryan, but fortunately his excitement cancelled out any fear, as he felt my left hand hold his waist, as I kept my foreskin pulled back until my head disappeared inside his hole. I heard Ryan hold his breath when my right hand grabbed the other side of his waist. I admit, at this point my enthusiasm was too high and I didn't wait or give him time to adjust, I just sank Daniel's beautiful little cock right into Ryan's ass.
"Daniel, it's in me! I feel it!" Ryan gasped, sounding amazed and excited at this new sensation of having another boy inside him. Ryan turned back, his brown eyes locking on to my own. "Do it!" He urged me, licking his lips a little. I gripped his waist a little more tightly and began bucking into him, each thrust prompting sweet little moans from both of our lips. I can't believe I had gotten to take Ryan's virginity and the sensation of his tight, velvety hole gripping my foreskin was beyond anything I had ever experienced in either Daniel's body thus far, or even my adult body. With each thrust, I felt my foreskin pushed down, and then pulled up until my little exposed cockhead was buried to the hilt inside Ryan. Even then, Ryan would buck back into me, craving every possible millimeter he could get inside him. I fucked him with increasing intensity, gripping a bit too tightly perhaps on his waist. He grunted and moaned, but I think I had begun putting a little bit too much pressure on his abdomen, causing some mild pain to ripple through his body, which resulted in him clamping down even more tightly on my cock. We both grunted "Uh...uh...uh..." in our pre-pubescent voices with each thrust. I started to pull my hands away, but Ryan held them there and even pushed in a little more. At that moment, I realized that Ryan was enjoying the conflicted sensations. I felt my balls and cock start to tingle, as my respiration increased. I reached over and fondled Ryan's stiffy at the same time.
"I want to stick it in you bad." Ryan confessed, panting nearly at the same rate as I.
"Oh yes! I want you too...please!" I urged him. I slowed down and pulled out of Ryan, prompting another little grunt and a sigh. Ryan kissed me on the lips, then without saying a word, he mimicked my actions by kissing my chest and tummy, and then turned me around. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt Ryan's hot tongue slide inside my hole. He didn't even really pause to contemplate what he was about to do, he just pushed it right in. I have to admit, I nearly had an orgasm then and there, because the sensations were amazing and Ryan did not stop until I felt his pink lips pushed against my sphincter. "Oh my gosh Ryan! More please..." I begged him loudly, and so Ryan grabbed my hips and flicked his tongue in and out for about five minutes, making me almost delirious in pleasure. He then stood up and rubbed a thin veneer of lube on his fingers, before applying it to his cock.
"Are you ready?" Ryan asked in concern, as he used both fingers to keep my smooth, white ass cheeks pulled open wide. His cock so close to my pink rosebud that I could feel its heat and it was driving me insane.
"Go ahead Ryan; stick it all the way in." I urged him, looking back in desperation.
"Ok, here it goes!" He warned. He popped his head in and waited hesitantly, before I looked back at him and pleased to stick it all the way inside me. This time he didn't hesitate, he slammed himself into me so hard it caused the bed to move.
"That's the way!" I complimented him.
"I can't believe how this feels Daniel. It's so awesome!" Ryan gasped into my ear.
"It feels really good inside me Ryan. Go ahead and do it more." I squeaked at him, bending myself over a little bit more to give him as much leverage to plow me.
"Can I really?" Ryan asked breathlessly, as if fearing that I'd let him experience such pleasures, only to take it away. However, I understand his sentiment and feeling of wonder, because really that has been my state of mind since assuming control of Daniel's body. Ryan's adolescent wonder was being completely shared and probably exacerbated by my own.
"Yes, as hard as you can!" I moaned back, probably sounding a little more perverted than I intended. Well, it was perverted but this is what our bodies craved, and Ryan delivered by bucking into me hard with short, intense jabs. He made damn sure all nearly, three inches and probably some of his hairless ball sack for good measure rammed into my quivering, tight ten-year-old hole. I made sure to push my ass back into him, I wanted Ryan to remember his first fuck for his entire life and I'm quite sure I was accomplishing that.
To be honest, it was becoming clear I was accomplishing more than that because at some point between grunts and moans, Ryan blurted out, "I love you Danny!"
"I love you too Ryan!" I said. My mind was swirling at this point, because those intense feelings that Daniel has for his brother Paul would surge to the forefront and cause some measure of guilt and confusion. However, Paul had made it clear that he expected or wanted me to make it with Ryan. Christ, I'm barely 10-years-old and I think I'm in love. Is that the adult mind of Charlie Daniels speaking? On the other hand, perhaps Daniel's pre-teen mind confusing lust, friendship and infatuation with "love." Then one might argue, what is love if not some equal parts of lust, friendship and infatuation coupled with a good measure of trust. I've only known Ryan for a few days, but I felt all those emotions for him and I was going to have to reconcile this with my new brothers.
I pushed these notions out of my head for now, urging Ryan to "Do it! Do it!" I could feel the sweat pouring down Ryan's chest, and soon my right hand was a blur on my slick little cock. I yanked my foreskin back and forth furiously, as Ryan slammed me so hard I had trouble not toppling over on top of the bed. We had become to growling, moaning little animals that urged one another on at every literal thrust.
"I...I..." Ryan gasped, unable to articulate that he was close to orgasm, and I was nearly there myself. "Me too...yes...oh geez!" I panted aloud in response. My mouth fell agape, as I arched my back and
allowed the orgasm to wash across my shuddering frame. My tight boy hole clamped down on Ryan, as I pushed my little bubble butt into him as hard as I could. I couldn't say anything more articulate than "Ugh...ugh...ugh!" as I continued to jerk myself off. Ryan clutched me tightly as his own orgasm followed just seconds later. We collapsed into his bed and cuddled gently in silence for nearly half an hour, resuming our gentle touching and exploring, fighting the waves of sleep. I rolled into a sixty-nine position, so that we could finish off the evening sucking off one another. When we finished, Ryan just stared into my eyes, and we kissed silently before I reluctantly turned to my own bed before the nurse returned.
I had another battery of minor tests scheduled for the morning hours, so Ryan and I dozed together on his bed while watching cartoons, though I did spend about thirty minutes explaining to him how Money Market Funds worked. For an eleven-year-old, Ryan was pretty bright and picked up on the basic concepts quickly.
At one point Ryan finally exclaimed, "How do you know all this stuff? You're smarter than my dad!" Part of me wanted to tell Ryan the truth then and there, but selfishly I feared that he would think differently of me, or just assume I was insane. So, I just smiled at him and stole a kiss when nobody was looking. Ryan blushed and smiled, "I guess you'll be the one helping me with my homework then." My parents arrived later in the afternoon, and packed me up to go home after a long briefing from the doctors. Ryan was scheduled to go home that evening, so we made plans to visit one another that weekend. I excused myself for a moment to go visit Luke one last time before leaving. As usual, he seemed to be alone and bored. His countenance immediately brightened when he noticed me, but then became more sullen when he realized I was wearing normal clothes.
"Hey Danny, finally getting out of his place?" He asked.
I nodded my head, "Yes, I'm going home in a few minutes. When are you getting out?" I asked. "Probably not until next Monday." He said, looking down at the ground dejectedly. "Maybe we can see each other again." I offered.
He gave me a funny look, and then looked around the corner to make sure nobody was in earshot. "Danny...I'm not like that. I mean, it was fun but I like girls and I kinda got a girlfriend."
As usual, Danny's young mind forced the words from his mouth before I had time to reason out an argument. "So? You're girlfriend isn't going to give you want you want, and if she did you could make a baby! You can try as hard as you want with me, because boys can't make babies like girls can. Besides, boys know what feels best, am I right?"
Luke stared at me for a moment, before bursting out laughing and shaking his head. "You're a trip little dude." He said, giving me a playful shove. "Besides, we go to different schools and I'm on the other side of town."
My mental gears were grinding quickly, so I offered, "My mom and dad hire babysitters all the time. I'll recommend you! Just give me your number, please!" I pleaded at him with a slightly high-pitched whine. "I've never babysat for anyone before. I wouldn't know what to do." He protested.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'll be really good for you." I retorted, licking my lips a little for emphasis. Luke's face flushed bright red, and I saw the lump form between his legs. He sighed a little as a coy smile crossed his lips. "Alright, we'll see. But I'm not making any promises!" He said, as we exchanged phone numbers. After bidding him farewell, I returned to my room and grabbed the last cache of teddy bears, toys and video games that my family, friends and even some of the nurses had brought me. I said goodbye to Ryan and the hospital staff, before heading outside.
Paul took a protective position beside me, with little Mikey following just behind with a big smile on his face. When we approached the car, I began freezing up. My vision began swimming, as the accident began replaying itself in my mind from both Danny and my own perspective. I began weeping in fear, and desperately fought my instinct to run back into the relative safety of the hospital. In my panic, I began to hyperventilate.
Paul grabbed me before I could bolt, and my father stepped in front of me and knelt down so that he could look into my eyes. "Danny... Take deep breaths and look at me." Once I managed to regain my
breath, my father smiles and brushed his fingers across my face. "You've been through a lot for a kid your age Danny, but you've always persevered no matter what life has thrown at you." He said.
This statement confused me, because I realized there was some other memory locked away from me, which perhaps explained a few things. I instinctively looked over at Paul, who gently massaged my shoulders and smiled sympathetically. "I don't want to die again dad. I don't want to lose everything." I said, the tears nearly blinding me. My body had begun shaking, so my father took me into a tight embrace.
"It's going to be OK. I'm not going to let anything happen to you Danny. You're a tough kid and we'll be with you every step of the way." He assured me. I melted into his arms and allowed that feeling of safety calm me. "Remember what I told you about riding your bike?" He asked.
I thought for a moment, and a memory of Danny falling off his bike and skinning his right knee came to me. "Riding a bike is like riding a horse. Sometimes you're going to fall off and if you don't get right back on, you might never get the courage to do it again."
My father smiled and kissed my forehead. "And so what are you going to do Danny?"
"I'm going to get back on my bike dad." I replied, smiling a little as I wiped the tears from my eyes. He learned in and whispered that he was proud of me, and together we loaded up the car and headed home. Paul sat beside me and held my hand, squeezing it gently when he noticed that I had begun shaking. I leaned into him and concentrated on breathing. Danny's memories began firing as the surroundings became increasingly familiar, and those too gave me comfort. The smile returned to my face as we turned on to our sleepy little street, and I recognized friends' houses along the way. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the car pulled into the driveway. Paul gave me a playful push as I unbuckled my seatbelt and we jostled for a moment before mom turned around and cleared his throat.
"Now what did the doctor say about being careful Daniel?" She admonished the both of us.
I lowered my head a little, "He said no horseplay for a couple more weeks." I said a little dejectedly. She then turned to Paul, "And you young man, I'm counting on you to help Danny out." She reminded him.
Now it was Paul's turn to cast his eyes downward, "Yes mom, I'm sorry." He replied.
She smiled and shook her head, "Alright let's get you back where you belong." With that, we all left the car, grabbed my belongings, and headed inside. I paused for a moment outside the house, to stare at the exterior. It was a beautiful blue two-story Victorian style house with rosebushes and wildflowers wavering in the front, and just behind the house, I could see an enclosed tree-form with a rope ladder hanging from the platform.
"Don't get any ideas sport. That's going to have to wait awhile." My father said, following my eyes to the tree fort. He put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and guided me into the house. I glanced around the living room and kitchen for a few moments. It was strange because my surroundings are simultaneously familiar and yet foreign.
"Let's get you into bed." Mom said. Despite my protests, she reminded me that the doctor recommended that I get plenty of bed rest for the remainder of the week.
"Yes mom." I sighed, as I headed up the stairs and waited for Paul to take the lead.
He hesitated and tilted his head. "What are you waiting for?" He asked.
"Uh, I didn't want to get in your way." I stuttered. Truthfully, I only had a vague notion of the layout of the house and didn't want to risk heading in the wrong direction.
Paul shrugged, taking a right turn at the head of the stairs. I began to remember the baby blue room to my right as being Mikey's room and that Paul and I shared a room that looked out toward the street. I smiled upon entering the room, as it was pure `boy'. An array of sports posters and rock bands, Daniel's set of clone troopers, Jedi knights and G.I. Joe figures that were not unlike the ones I had from the 1980s. I quickly spotted two trophies that I had assumed belonged to my brother, until I saw Daniel's name engraved on them.
As I ran my small fingers across the nameplate, my Father again rubbed my shoulders. "Don't worry
Danny. You'll be back on the mat in no time. You'll have to take it easy this fall, but after Christmas break I'm sure you'll be cleared to play again." He said.
"We'll see." Mom said curtly, narrowing her eyes at my father.
When she turned her back, dad mouthed at me, "Don't worry. You'll be playing."
After mom unpacked my suitcase and helped find homes for all the stuffed animals, she pulled down the covers of my bed. "Aww but mom, I'm not tired." I protested.
"You don't have to be in bed every minute. We just want you to take it easy for a while." She said, guiding me to the edge of the bed.
After my parents left, I immediately got up and began idly exploring my room. I began with the toy closet and worked my way over to my dresser. Inside my top drawer was an array of superhero and cartoon Underroos, jockstraps, even a couple pairs of speedos. I couldn't help but immediately aroused by them, compounded by Paul watching me. "Are you going to put on a show for me?" He asked with a lewd grin.
"Maybe after mom and dad go to bed." I quipped without thinking. This caused Paul's countenance to brighten further.
Paul got up and closed the door. "Danny, can I ask you a question?" He asked in a hushed tone. "Sure." I responded hesitantly.
"Do you still have those...you know...dreams?" Paul asked in concern.
I was a little confused by the question, but my recollection of Daniel's last conversation with Paul before the accident clued me in that Danny had some kind of precognitive gift. "Uh, I just keep having nightmares about the accident. That's it really." I responded.
Paul nodded his head. "Danny, do you remember anything about...I mean I heard mom and dad say that you...died for a minute. Did you see like lights or tunnels or anything?" He asked.
I felt my heart sink down into my stomach again. Another wave in intense guilt took hold as I looked into Paul's eyes. I felt as though I should be honest with Paul, and yet doing that not only might jeopardize myself, but also more importantly might hurt Paul. I didn't ever want to hurt him or anyone else, that isn't what Danny would want.
"I saw myself standing in the hallway of the hospital, only it was bright lit and there were no doctors and nurses around. I knew I was in trouble and that we needed to find our way home. Then I heard the doctors calling my name." I replied.
I wasn't until I saw Paul's eyes widen that I realized I had said "we" and in that instant I realized that Danny was still there somewhere. That wasn't my response, so much that it was our response. It was as if our souls or consciousness had been fused together. When I looked up into Paul's eyes, I realized that Danny had been intentionally walling things off to me though it wasn't clear why. "I mean, I saw other people and we were all just trying to get where we belonged." I added, this time my adult side trying to make our previous statement a little more palpable for Paul as I sat down beside him.
Paul placed his hand on my knee and said, "You always had a gift Danny. I'm so glad you made it back. I don't know what I would have done without you." He said, his eyes starting to well up. I pushed him and we jostled again, the emotion of the moment before Paul spoke up again. "So tell me, did you and Ryan..."
"Did Ryan and I what?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what!" Paul retorted playfully.
"You mean did I let Ryan stick it me?" I whispered coyly.
"Duh! Which end?" Paul retorted.
Instead of responding, I sucked my thumb for a moment, to titillate Paul. It worked because I could see his mind turning, and his fingers massaged between his legs. "I let him put it in both ends. But he let me do it to him too." I replied. I watched Paul's expression carefully, his grin broadened but his eyes narrowed a little.
"Do you like him?" He asked.
I wasn't sure whether to respond honestly, so I played it nonchalantly though I was unable to suppress Danny's dopey freckled grin. "Maybe...I guess."
"You really like him don't you?" Ryan said, giggling mischievously, while poking me in the stomach prompting me to confess, "Yes, I really like him."
"No horseplay you two!" I heard mom warn us from down the hall.
Paul looked down at his feet for a moment, before looking back at me. "Good, I'm glad. He is really cute." He said.
I started thinking about Luke and began to blush, smiling further as I thought about our encounters. Paul cast a suspicious gaze in my direction and crossed his arms. "Alright, what else do I need to know?" He demanded with a grin.
"Nothing." I said softly, barely able to contain my smirk.
"There was someone else wasn't there?" Paul correctly assumed.
"Maybe..." I giggled, knowing that I was never going to get away with hiding anything from Paul, and maybe that's why the bond between Daniel and Paul was so strong. These boys hid nothing from one another, and that actually felt refreshing. "Alright, his name was Luke." I confessed, before Paul subjected me to his wiggling fingers again.
"And..." Paul said, rolling his fingers in the air.
"He just needed some help with something." I responded, getting up to rummage through the dresser drawers again.
"I bet he did!" Paul laughed, shaking his head.
I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a blue and silver one-piece spandex outfit for wrestling. The top half was silver, and the bottom part was navy blue. The material was stretchy, tight and smooth and I was eager to try it on, but I decided to wait a little later. I relaxed for a few hours, and mom brought dinner into my room for me. Later that evening after they retired to the master bedroom, Paul closed the door again and it was time to become a little better acquainted with my brother.
I went over to my dresser and pulled the wrestling outfit out again. I stripped out of my jersey and shorts, and climbed into the outfit, leaving the left shoulder strap dangling so that it exposed some of my smooth chest. I was already getting excited, so my little bump was rendered more impressive looking by the tight fabric that betrayed the fact I was uncut and showed my length, which was pulled taut against my waist. I stood in front of the mirror at first, turning around to get a good look at how my bubble butt looked in the tight outfit.
Paul walked over to me and ran his hand along my butt. "You know mom said no horseplay." He reminded me, as he reached around to fondle my little package, prompting me to moan slightly. "So you know what that means right?" He whispered.
"Uh, what does that mean?" I asked in confusion.
"It means that I automatically beat you. And you know what the winner gets to do to the loser of a match." He said.
Memories of Paul and I wrestling in the bedroom came surging to the foreground. I flashed him a wicked grin through the reflection in the mirror. "The winner gets to do anything he wants to the loser." Paul pulled the other strap off my shoulder and let the outfit fall just above my hairless crotch. "That's right...Anything at all."
At this point, my stiffy was painfully pushing into the tight fabric, and Paul was pulling it even tighter, causing it to protrude outward lewdly. "Anything at all." I moaned at him, as he began feeling my ass again. Paul allowed the outfit to fall around my ankles, liberating my little two-inch stiffy for him to rub with his other hand.
Paul turned me around so that I was facing him, and then pushed my down to my knees in front of him. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles and began running my lips on the front of his tight white undies, causing the lump to harden considerably. "I want you to show me all the things you did with Ryan and Luke." Paul ordered, as he gently stroked my hair.
I nodded my head obediently, as I pulled the elastic waistband of his undies down, letting his uncut three-inches spring out at me. "I started with this." I said softly, as I took his smooth balls into my mouth and began sucking gently. I then pulled his foreskin back and wrapped my lips around his exposed head, and glanced up into his eyes.
"And then what did you do?" He asked.
I responded my allowing shaft to disappear into my mouth, until my lips were pressed up against his balls. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Ryan moaned gently, pushing my head until I opened my mouth wide enough to let his balls slip inside as well. I did this for several moments, using both hands to rub Paul's tight, white mounds behind him. "And then what did you do?" Paul asked, starting to pant for breath a little.
I let his cock slip from my mouth. I stepped out of the wrestling suit and walked over to my bed. I put my left foot up on the bed, and then used both hands to pry my ass cheeks apart and give Paul good view of my boy hole. I turned to him and licked my lips. "And then I did this."
Paul moaned approvingly as he came up behind me and knelt down on one knee. He inserted his tongue right into my hole, while reaching around to fondle my stiffy. He used two fingers to pull the foreskin down and rub my tip until my entire body began quivering. "Then what happened Bro?" Ryan teased. I looked back at Paul to flash him a lewd grin. "Then they stuck their thingy all the way inside as hard as they could!" I embellished slightly. There was a warm glow in Paul's face, and I understood games like this had probably been going on for several years. Paul didn't need any further prodding; he pulled his foreskin back and pushed it against my hole, then plowed inside in a single thrust. He wrapped his left arm under my elevated leg and his right arm around my waist and pressed my body tightly against his, as he began bucking into me in short, but hard thrusts.
"Yeah, just like that." I moaned, as my prepubescent voice oscillated in its sweet high-pitch as each jab sent a ripple of pleasure through my small frame. Paul slid his hand from my firm tummy, down to my stiffy and made a fist around it. Each time he pushed into me, my foreskin was pulled back as he forced it through his fist.
"Did they do it harder?" Paul moaned, knowing how I'd respond before the words could leave my lips.
"Oh yes! Especially Luke" I replied, prompting Paul to push into my harder which caused us to both moan and grunt in perfect unison. I couldn't hold out for long, as my body began to spasm and I fought off that feeling of needing to pee. The orgasm rippled through my body, and was forced to continue unabated as Paul relentlessly plowed into me. My moaning and grunting got loud enough that Paul grabbed my Scooby Doo Underoos that were lying on my bed and stuffed them into my waiting mouth. I have to confess that was a huge turn on, as my muffled whimpers and moans continued. I could feel Paul's cock shudder inside me, and I felt a few hot drops of clear precum drip inside me, but my older brother continued his frantic pace and together our bodies shuddered violently as we barely could draw a breath until finally he allowed me to collapse.
He gently helped me into bed, and then climbed in beside me. I knew that Danny had slept with his brother in the past, so I didn't need to be concerned about discovery. Paul snuggled into me and held me gently. He whispered, "Welcome home Bro, I missed you so much." We fell into a blissful deep sleep almost immediately afterwards, as I contemplated our future adventures.