LI'L PETE

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BTW: Any connection between the words masterpiece and masturbation? What's the 'mast' they have in common?

OK, dewds, if you're underage, you're not supposed to read this.

If you're offended by the idea of boys having sex together, this is just gonna get you all upset, so for your own peace of mind, better to click CLOSE. If, on the other hand, you're an adult and are intrigued by the idea of young boys exploring their sexuality together (in other words, getting off), I hope you'll (finally) enjoy...

LI'L PETE, PART I

by SurfRider

This is a story about my cousin Pete. My dad's named Pete too, so everyone in the family calls him Big Pete, and calls my cousin Li'l Pete.

Li'l Pete isn't little anymore, he's about 6'1", and built chunky. He was a wrestler in high school, and took State. Now he's eighteen and he works on my uncle's ranch down near Moab, Utah. Since I'm going to college at Cedar City, I drive over to see Li'l Pete whenever I get a chance. We're a pretty close family, but there's more to it than that: The truth is, Li'l Pete's just about the cutest, sexiest guy I ever saw in my life. He has a mop of unruly blond hair that's always in his clear, blue eyes, and he wearsthis beat up ole cream-colored cowboy hat and he's got these narrow hips and wide shoulders, and a button nose and a mischevious grin that comes easy.

Li'l Pete laughs a lot, and he's always getting in some kind of trouble or other, but it ain't never his fault, there ain't a mean bone in his body.

The other thing about Li'l Pete, is that he likes sex about more than any other boy I ever knew. I realized I was gay years ago, when I was in about junior high, but Li'l Pete, I don't know if he's ever given it a moment's thought; he just loves sex, and he'll do it with anything that moves, and a few things (like cantelopes) that don't. Whenever you ask Li'l Pete if he wants to have sex, he always gets sort of mock indignant and says, "You know I never turned down a chance to have sex in my life!"

So whenever I drive over to visit Li'l Pete and his folks for the weekend, I stay out with him in the shed he sleeps in, and we screw around every night and every morning and a couple times a day too in the barn or out in the field when we're plowing, or just out in the grove of cottonwoods behind the bunkhouse. Couple of times when lunch was rushed, Pete and me, we jacked each other off with one hand and ate our sandwiches with the other, just laying back on a bank in the shade beside the canal that runs through their place.

Pete'll do about anything. He loves to get jacked off, and to jack someone else off, he loves to suck as much as to get sucked, he loves to buttfuck, and he'll let you buttfuck him in return to be fair. I swear I never met anyone like Li'l Pete for sex he just never gets tired of it. He's told me that sometimes he has to abuse himself ten times a day, just to keep from exploding, and if there's anyone cute around ( like the other day a kid came over with his daddy to buy some ewes ) Li'l Pete's busy right away thinking up ways to get 'em alone and see if they want to pull down their pants and do it. All the boys in my family are pretty much like that, all my brothers and cousins, but we all know Li'l Pete's just the biggest sex hound of us all. (That kid did want to, by the way. Pete lured him into the barn while his daddy and Pete's daddy were talking, and by the time that ewe had changed hands, Pete had that boy well started on the road to corruption!)

Anyway, last weekend I was out at the ranch, and we were lying in bed with the sheets all tangled up after a real workout, soaked with sweat and saliva and cum and happy as pigs in shit. Li'l Pete was lying back with his head on my shoulder smoking a cigarette, and I got curious about what makes him so goddamned horney all the time. We got to talking about it (which made us horney all over again), and I thought it would be interesting to write down some of his story, from the very beginning. So here it is: Li'l Pete's story, as told to me, his first (and kissin'!) cousin Mike.

For a long time, Li'l Pete was a virgin, and innocent as a lamb. He thought his little peepee was just to pee through. He didn't even have sex at all until the summer he started first grade. In those days he used to share a room with his brother Hank, who was twelve then. Sometimes Li'l Pete would wake up and hear rhythmic noises coming from Hank's bed (especially on nights when his brother had a friend sleeping over) but usually Pete just fell back to sleep before he had a chance to get very curious.

One night though, Pete was awakened by all the noise coming from Hank's bed. Hank's little friend Cody was sleeping over, and there was all this giggling and whispering and these slurping noises and moans and sighs. There was just no way Li'l Pete could get back to sleep with all THAT going on.

"What the hell you doing over there?" Pete asked after a few minutes.

All the noise stopped dead, there was just the sound of boys panting.

"Well? What you guys doing?"

"Shhhh," whispered Hank. "We're doing something fun." He giggled.

"But what?"

"We're making ourselves feel good," Cody whispered, and both boys snickered.

"How?" asked Li'l Pete innocently.

"Come over and we'll show you," Hank whispered.

Li'l Pete didn't hesitate. He hopped out of bed, ran across the room in the dark, and dove into his brother's bed. Someone grabbed him and wrestled around a little, and he felt his pajamas being stripped off.

"Whatare ya doing?" he whispered. He was supposed to sleep in his pajamas. He wasn't supposed to take them off.

"You'll see," Cody giggled.

Hank pulled him over until Li'l Pete was lying scrunched in between the two older boys, and the next thing the little fella knew he felt a hand run down between his thin little legs and cup his tiny peter and balls. It made him jump. "Hey!" he gasped.

"Shhhhh!"

Then suddenly, right away, it started to feel good in a weird way he'd never felt before. Two boy's hands were rubbing and pulling at his little peter, and rubbing his balls, and suddenly he felt himself get hard as a No. 2 pencil. "Whoa!" he whispered.

The boys giggled. "Told ya!" Hank said.

It felt so good, Li'l Pete just couldn't believe anything in the world could ever feel so good.

"Do it to us," Hank whispered.

"What?"

"What we're doing to you!"

It sounded fair to Li'l Pete. He reached out on both sides and slid his hands down the boy's smooth stomachs to their hairless groins. He found their hot, throbbing boners and, taking one in each hand, began to stroke them. They both started moaning quietly right away, and sort of flexing their hips into his hands, and for what seemed like a long time the three boys just lay there in the darkness playing with each other, concentrating all their attention on the wonderful feelings coming from down there between their legs, as Li'l Pete jacked the boys off and they took turns jacking off his tiny peter.

"It feels about as thick as a goddamned twig," Hank whispered to him, teasing.

"Well, so does yours, dipshit -- a dinky twig," Pete whispered right back, panting. "Your's is the biggest, Cody," he added. "It's fattest."

They lay some more listening to the slurp of their foreskins; all three were farm boys, and uncut. Li'l Pete just felt like he'd like to lie there and do this the rest of his life, though his arms were already aching.

The boys were panting louder and louder.

"Hold it in, Cody," Hank whispered.

"I don't think I can!"

"Li'l Pete, suck us!" Hank whispered in Pete's ear.

"Huh?"

"Put your mouth on it, and suck... like a calf at a tit."

"Huh?"

"God, you're dumb!" Hank snorted. "Here, I'll show ya." He slid down under the covers, leaned over and sucked Li'l Pete's teeny weeny into his mouth.

"Aargh!" went Li'l Pete! It felt so good he thought he might pass out. Cody rolled over at the same time and started licking Li'l Pete's neck and sticking his hot, sticky boy-tongue in Li'l Pete's ear.

His brother Hank sucked up and down on Pete's tiny piston, and Pete could feel his tongue wrapped around it, and feel Hank's lips working on it. Then suddenly Hank stopped and slid back up.

"Don't stop!" Li'l Pete pleaded.

"Do it to us now! Me first."

Pete dove down under the covers where there was a steamy boy smell, found Hank's hard little dick and sucked it into his mouth, but Hank jerked away.

"Watch your teeth, goddamnit! he heard Hank hiss. Pete opened his mouth wider, and started sucking back and forth on his big brother's boner. He felt Cody's hand exploring until it found Pete's dick, and then Cody started jacking him off.

Then suddenly Hank was trembling and going ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh... And then he got rigid a moment. Li'l Pete just kept sucking, he didn't know what the hell was going on, but he got the idea he was making his brother feel pretty damn good. But then suddenly Hank pushed him away and said, "Stop... stop..."

"Do me now," Cody demanded, rolling over and sticking his pecker into the little boy's face. Li'l Pete slurped Cody's fat dick into his mouth and started working on it. He liked this, yet he didn't know quite why. It was just... lots of fun. At the same time Hank was jacking him off, and wonderful sensations were coursing through his little body from the tips of his little toes to the tops of his little pink, shell-like ears.

They Cody started acting like Hank had acted, but this time Li'l Pete suddenly got a spurt of something salty in his mouth. He thought Cody might be starting to pee or something, and pulled back, but Cody clamped his head tight and pushed his peter just as far into little Pete's mouth as it would go, until Li'l Pete couldn't even hardly breath, and held it there.

Cody let go just in time, and Li'l Pete popped his head out to get some fresh air. "That was great!" he giggled. "Let's do it again!"

"Maybe in the morning," Hank answered, yawning.

"Suck me!" Pete demanded.

"I'm going to sleep," Hank said, turning over.

"ThenYOU suck me, Cody; I done sucked you!" Li'l Pete pleaded.

"Just play with it, squirt," was Cody's suggestion.

Pete sighed and wriggled down onto his back, and began to abuse himself for the first time in his whole life,but not the last, by any means. The other boys were soon asleep, but Li'l Pete lay there long into the night, happily jacking himself off. He finally must have drifted off, because it was morning.

Cody woke up first, woke the others, and the three had a quick jack off before Li'l Pete's mother called them to get up.

At breakfast his mom put cereal and juice out for everyone. Hank and Cody kept catching Li'l Pete's eye and grinning, and once Hank grabbed Li'l Pete's dick under the table. It made Li'l Pete feel good and grown up to be included in the game.

"Guess what, mom?" he said, grinning proudly. "Hank and Cody let me suck 'em off last night!"

A terrible silence fell over the kitchen...

BTW, if you're underage, you shouldn't be in this newsgroup at all -- and you certainly shouldn't read this story about innocent farmboys exploring their sexuality together, it could -- apparently -- corrupt you in some obscure way. Stop now! I wouldn't want it on my conscience that I ever put it in some minor's head to do any of the things depicted in this story.

CAUTION: This story contains boy/boy sex -- if the very idea of this makes you want to rush to send a contribution to the Christian Bible Network to help stamp out sexuality in all it's (non-reproductive) forms, then for you're own good you should stop reading right now. You know how upset you'll get if you continue... (Why the hell are you browsing in this newsgroup anyway?)

LI'L PETE, PART II

by SurfRider

"Ugh, You got cum all over me Pete," I said, trying not to sound so happy about it. We were sleeping out in my cousin Li'l Pete's shed, he'd been telling me about his first sex experience, and we'd ended up jerking off. I never knew a guy could cum as much as Li'l Pete -- and this was our third time since dinner.!

Pete just laughed. He reached out and wiped some of his cum out of my face with his hand, flipping it off onto the dirt floor of the shed.

"So what happened then?" I asked him. He'd just been telling me about the night his brother taught him to suck cock, and in the morning he'd told his mother proudly, "Hank and Mickey let me suck them off last night!" He wasn't even quite in school yet, so he didn't know any better.

"Dad took me and Hank out in the woodshed. I thought we were really in for it. He took his belt off as we were walking along, and I saw mom's stern face watching from the kitchen window. He pulled Hank and me into the shed, and shut the door behind us. I started to snivel; Pa could give a real whipping when he felt it was needed. But instead he just sat down on the woodpile and looked at us sternly. Hank hung his head, waiting for the verdict."

Suddenly a grin slipped over Li'l Pete's dad's face, and he sort of chuckled. "Well, well, well...' He said, reaching out and ruffling my hair. "You boys sure got your mom in an uproar. Hank she says Li'l Pete said you made him suck your dick."

"I never -- he wanted to," Hank said.

"How'd you know about a thing like that, son?" His dad asked Pete.

"Hank taught me."

"You're a little young, ain't ya, squirt?"

"I dunno..."

Li'l Pete and his brother exchanged a glance. They couldn't figure out where this was going, but it didn't seem to be headed for a whipping after all. Their dad was just sitting on the woodpile looking at them with a sort of fond, bemused expression.

"I guess you boys are growing up," he said at last. "I better lay down some ground rules. Listen up... First all, I ain't upset like your ma -- women don't understand these things. I grew up on this ranch, and in my day I guess we fooled around just about as much or more than you kids do now. Ain't nothing wrong with it, but -- Jesus -- you gotta have some common sense, boys! First off, you don't never let your ma know anything about it. Be real careful about that. What you're doing together has to be kept sort of secret. Hank, son, I've caught you jacking off a good dozen times in the last few years, and never said a word about it. Caught you butt fucking with that friend of yours, Colt, and you and that Mickey kid go out to the barn about every day after school and suck each other off up in the hayloft."

Hank turned about six shades of red. "How'd you know that?" he croaked.

"Ain't much happens on this ranch I don't know," their dad replied with a grin. "The point is, about every boy and man in this valley's had his peter up a buddy's bum a few times, or his cock in his mouth, and a good handjob ain't nothing between real friends... but just have the sense to find a place that's private." He looked at Pete. "And keep your goddamned mouth shut about it, squirt," he added.

Li'l Pete grinned his cute little grin. "Okay," he said cheerfully. He felt like he'd just been given an open ticket. The things they'd done were allright with his dad, they could keep right on doing them, they just had to keep 'em private.

"One more thing," their dad added, looking more serious. "There's a lot of young guys working around this ranch from time to time, and some of 'em get pretty horney. I oughtta know!" He grinned like he knew a private joke of somekind, but didn't let them in on it. "Now if anybody ever once forces you to do anything you don't want to do, I want you to come right to me. Do you hear me?"

The boys nodded their heads. It hadn't occurred to them to fool around with the ranch hands -- it was a new idea. Some of those ranch hands were pretty damn cute!

"And another thing -- I don't want you to go fucking the heifers, or making the bum lambs suck your little peepee's. Them dumb animals got a hard enough life without getting raped by every boy on the premises. I done enough of that when I was a squirt, and I ain't proud of it, looking back."

The boys nodded again. Fucking heifers! Getting sucked off by the bum lambs that had to be fed from a baby bottle! Was their dad deliberately putting ideas in their innocent young heads?

"Okay -- now I'm going to slap my hand with this here belt," their dad said. "And each time I slap my hand, one of you yell." That way your mom will think I'm doin' my duty, see? And when we come out, try to look like you been blubbering, okay? Wipe your eyes and stuff."

The boys nodded. Their dad pulled one of them to each side and gave them a great big hug. He smelled of tobacco smoke and horse manure, faintly, like he always did, and his old denims were scratchy, but being in his arms like that, they both felt like all was right with the world. Then their dad took his belt and started slapping his hand, and the boys yelled, and as an extra punishment their mom sent them to bed right after supper without letting them see any TV. Their dad gave them a big wink as they left the dinning room, and said, "Now, you boys behave."

"We will, Sir," Hank assurred him, trying to hide his grin. "We'll behave just the way we promised we would."

Li'l Pete and Hank climbed the stairs to their attic bedroom, threw off their clothes quickly and climbed into their beds. Hank blew out the kerosene lamp, and suddenly through the square of the window they could see sky full of stars.

"Dad's cool," Hank said in the darkness.

"Yeah, cool," Li'l Pete agreed.

There was a little silence.

"I don't think I can fall asleep this early," Hank said then.

"Me too."

Another silence, shorter than the first.

"Hank? You still awake?" whispered li'l Pete.

"Yeah. I'm still awake. Are you?"

"Can I come over and suck your cock for awhile?" Pete asked softly.

"Bear shit in the woods?" Hank answered.

Pete giggled and in a moment he was cuddled down naked next to his big brother's lean body. Hank put his arms around him and hugged him close, then started sort of humping into him. Li'l Pete could feel their dicks, hard as rods, rubbing together, and he started humping back.

"You sure are a sexy little fucker," Hank said.

"I am?" asked Li'l Pete proudly. "What's that mean?"

"It means... It means that anytime you want to suck me off or just jackoff or anything, come right on over, you'll be more than welcome, Li'l Pete."

"What if I want to every night?"

Their cheeks were pressed together. Li'l Pete could feel Hanks facial muscles move as he grinned in the darkness. "Sounds good to me. There's a lot you still got to learn though. Lucky, you got me to teach you."

"I promise I'll study hard, Hank," said Li'l Pete solemly.

Hank chuckled. "Oh, I don't think you'll have to study that hard. I think you got a natural aptitude. Now, you already know how to beat your meat, spank your monkey, pound your pud, jack yourself off, whip your whippet..."

"I do?"

"Sure -- jacking off. Jacking off's the basics. You can do it anytime, anywhere -- if you're careful. I've done it in the back of Civics class, on the school bus, in the back of mom's car coming home from the movies, in the movies... Jacking off always feels wonderful, it's like the best thing invented since the man invented popcorn. But you got to remember, that it always feels even better if another kid does it to you, and you do it to him."

"I'll remember that, Hank."

"Good boy. You'll get a lot of opportunities in the years ahead -- I don't want you to waste them. Now, you already know how to suck a cock, though you're not all that good at it..."

"I'll improve."

"I bet you will. So tonight I'm gonna teach you something easy called sixty-nine."

"What the hell's that?"

"It's not as fancy or as difficult as it sounds, it's real basic. You turn around and start sucking on my weenie."

Li'l Pete dug down into the covers and chomped onto Hanks hard, throbbing three incher, while Hank pulled Pete's skinny legs around until his feet were over the head of the bed. Then he felt Hank pull his little peter into his hot, wet mouth, and start a suction on it like a goddamned vacume cleaner.

Hank just took his mouth away long enough to say, "Petey, you imitate what I'm doing," then went back to working on Li'l Pete's dick. Pete did everything his big brother did. When Hank licked Li'l Pete's balls, Li'l Pete licked Hanks low hangers. When Hank nibbled on Pete's foreskin, Pete nibbled on Hank's. When Hank pulled the foreskin back and started tickling the head with the tip of his tongue, Pete went "Argh!" -- but then remembered this was a learning experience, and did the same. And when his brother Hank sucked Li'l Pete's peter as far into his mouth as it would go, sucked it so hard that it felt like his whole body was going to slurp out right through it, Pete did the same and felt Hanks cock slip into the front of his throat. It sort of hurt, but it sort of felt good. He started massaging the head of Hank's dick in the mouth of his throat, and suddenly Hank stopped and started moaning and writhing around and pumping his dick as hard as he could into Pete's little face. Then he went rigid, and Li'l Pete tasted a drop of something salty in his throat just like Mickey had given him. Hank shuddered and lay back.

"Jesus, Li'l Pete -- where'd you learn to do that?" he asked, once he got his breath back.

"I dunno, I just did it."

"Maybe I ought to be taking lessons from you," Hank said. Which made Li'l Pete feel proud as punch.

"Some stuff came out in my mouth," Pete told him.

"What stuff... Like Cody's stuff?"

"I didn't see it, but it tasted the same," Pete said.

"Wow! Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure."

"Jesus! Do you know what that means, Li'l Pete?"

"Uh-uh."

"It means I cummed! I never did cum before! It's you that made it happen, Li'l Pete, with that throat trick of yours. Jesus, I actually cum!" Hank sort of lay back and laughed softly to himself, then he went back to sucking his little brother off. He might only be able to dry climax, but Hank figured he could at least take him that far.

Li'l Pete felt the sensations getting stronger and stronger, nicer and nicer, until it seemed like they couldn't get any stronger or any nicer! Then suddenly a new sensation came to him, quivering through every joint and muscle of his slight, tan body. It built to a crescendo, and he heard a long, low ahhhhhhh escape his lips. Then, suddenly he felt tired and spent and real, real mellow.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Li'l Pete said. "What the hell was that all about?"

"You just cummed!" explained Hank proudly.

"I did?"

"Well sort of -- nothing came out but the feelings the same. Seven or eight years from now, cum will start to shoot out like it did from me tonight. And you know what, little brother, I hope that the first time you cum I'm sucking you off, just like you were me tonight. Wouldn't that be neat-o?"

"Yeah," Li'l Pete agreed. "Neat-o." Seven or eight years -- it was over a lifetime away!

While Li'l Pete was telling me all this out in his shed, he was still jacking me off, and about now I came -- squirting up into the air like a miniature Old Faithful, and slopping down over Pete and his hand and arm and all over my chest.

"Hey that's a damn good load, cousin."

"You're story turned me on."

Pete laughed, and licked the cum up. It was his peculiarity that he always licked up cum, even his own. He didn't think about, he just did it, I guess he'd developed a taste for it in those first little boy sessions back when his dad was still alive, and before Hank left home.

"So after that Hank and I had sex every night, just about. When he had buddies sleep over we all did it together. Plus, we did it out in the barn or in the woods pretty often. When I got up to about third grade, mom let me have friends over too, once in a while, and then Hank and I would take them in hand and teach them what they had to know, if they didn't already, which most of them did. Once in awhile Hank and I brought home buddies the same night, and then after we each had sex with our own friend, we'd trade off. Sometimes Hank's friends were pretty surprised at how well we got along, especially later when he got into Junior High and then High School. But once they felt my throat close around their horney teenage dicks, those kids were in seventh heaven. I guess I had about the most sex I've ever had in those early years. I used to wake up and jerk off, usually with Hank, take my bath and jerk off. Then at school I'd usually have sex with a couple boys in the Boy's Room or in the woods behind the school, I did it with every boy in my class. Which isn't much of an accomplishment since they all did it with each other. Then on the school bus coming home, I'd sit next to Jimmy Sawyer and we'd play with each other in the back seat, and after I did the chores I'd stay and beat my meat in the barn. Pretty often one of those Hutton brothers from the next spread would sneak over and meet me in the barn after chores, and we'd spend an hour fucking and sucking and jacking off. Then I'd suck with Hank before we went to sleep. How many times is that?"

"I dunno, I forgot to count," I said.

"Let's see... Li'l Pete counted on his fingers, as he muttered to himself. "That's seven times a day I'd play with my poker -- Hell, that's not so much, I do almost that much now."

"That's not counting heifers and stuff," he added. "But that was mainly after chores when no other kid showed up. We used to have a bum lamb could suck your soul out right through your dick!"

"So you and Hank always sucked each other? He never fucked you?"

"He did later on, but he wasn't the first. He tried it a couple times, but he was so much bigger he was afraid of hurting me."

"So who was that first?"

Li'l Pete grinned, looking devilish. "Remember that cute cowhand used to work for dad, named Curley?"

"Yeah..."

Pete giggled.

"You mean, you and Curley? But he had a wife and a mess of kids didn't he?"

"So what?"

"Jesus, you mean, Curley was the first to buttfuck you? But he was so old!"

"He wasn't so old. He was twenty six. And he was cute as a bug in a rug. The first time I saw him, I got the hots for him. Not only was he sexy, with all that curly black hair and that sneaky grin, but he was so dirty mouthed. It was fucking this and cocksucking that... I got to where I got a hard on just listening to him talk."

"He picked that up in the paratroopers. They all talk that way."

"That's what he said."

"So, tell me about Curley, Li'l Pete."

Pete stretched, and his limp cock flopped over on his belly. He put out his cigarette in an old pot lid he kept beside the bed. Then he yawned. "I'm getting tired, Mike... Maybe we should get some goddamn shuteye."

"Not before you tell me about Curley..."

"Comeon..."

"I'm falling asleep. Jesus, we just came three times. It drains your energy."

I rolled over and attacked. Li'l Pete had always been ticklish as hell, and I knew just where to get him. By the time I'd finished, we'd rolled onto the floor, the bed clothes were pulled off over the top of us, and Pete was wide awake again. We finally caught our breath and settled down.

"Now, about Curley," I said.

"Jesus, Mike -- you don't take no for an answer, do you. Well, neither did Curley... ******************************************************************************

End of Part II -- Drop me a note if there's something in particular you want to know about my cousin, Li'l Pete, or something you'd like to see happen to him in upcoming episodes . I'm working on getting a scanner, when I do I'll post two GIFs of the real Li'L Pete at about ages 8 and 15 to a.b.p.b.

BTW, I told Li'L Pete I was putting his whole goddamned story on the Net, and he got all tickled about that...