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Part - II:
So here we were, two Juniors, close to turning 17 years of age, standing before a 6 foot 14 year old who had a muscular body that we would never have. At no point did he use any act of violence against us, no direct orders, no manhandling, no abuse. It was all done quietly...as this next section illustrates.
Craig and I stood there with me holding on to the petri dish, which was overflowing with Barry's 14 year old cum. Barry spoke: "Hey bro, perhaps your junior friend here might like to spend some alone time with me for a while." As I had no idea this was going to occur, I just looked at Craig, who with yet another sign of resignation, turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him No sooner did he do this, he opened it again and walked to his bed and gathered his pillow and headed back for the bathroom.
It was now just Barry and myself. Barry had been spread eagle on the sofa watching us jerking off to his cum. He now stood, took the petri dish off me and stood about a foot away. I looked up at him as he looked down at me, with a gentle smile on his face. "What do you like about my body" he asked. Wthout answering, my eyes lowered to his crotch, so my body language did all the talking. "You may touch it" said he. "Exactly how old are you? he asked. "Sixteen going on seventeen" replied I. "How long before you are seventeen?" he asked. "Two months' said I. "Well....that's close enough...you can consider yourself as a 17 year old tonight....I am only 14 and two months, so I'm still 14.... So, tell me: what have you got in your hands right now?" I wasn't sure exactly what he was getting at this point?' "Huh?' I voiced. "I am 14 and so what have you got in your hands? asked Barry quietly. "A 14 year old penis?" suggested I. "Yup....and what am I holding right now?" as he reached down for mine. "A 17 year old penis" I replied. "Yup..you got it."
After about a half minute of holding his soft penis, Barry spoke quietly again. "Enough of that. What else do you like about my body? My eyes now looked once again at his hairy chest. "You may touch that" said he. As I proceeded to use my left hand for this act, he said: "You can use both hands." I did...and felt those abs and the organized pattern of hair that had been developing for quite some time." After about a minute, Barry spoke once again: "What are your hands rubbing? "A 14 year old chest" said I. "That's not quite accurate" he suggested. "A 14 year old hairy chest" said I Barry then put his hand on my hairless chest and asked: "And what am I rubbing?" "A 17 year old chest...with no chest hair" I replied. "Yup...enough of that. What else do you like about my body?"
My eyes drifted to his right arm and biceps. He noticed and lifting his arim, flexed his muscles to what must have been a 13 or 15 inch flex. "You may touch it" said he. I started with one hand, then used both. Remember that heightwise, I only came to Barry's shoulder, so his muscles and armpit were at eye level. As one of my hands felt his armpit hairs, he lifted his arm to reveal the complete forest. A slight movement by him to close the gap between himself and myself, was my signal to put my face into his pit, and nature took over, and out came my tongue. He took my arm and lifted it to reveal my armpit hair..and led me to the mirror inside the wardrobe in the room. We both looked into the image and surveyed the hair density difference "Now what are you looking at now? asked Barry. "14 year old armpit hair" I replied ....and "What are you looking at here? (pointing to my pit) "17 year old armpit hair" said I. "Well..Enough of that.....what else do you like about my body?" My eyes drifted to his face.
"You may touch that." And both my hands reached up to grasp both sides of his cheeks. He sensed the uncomfortableness of his height difference for me and moved to sit down at his desk chair. Opening his legs, he pulled me into the gap between them. Now I stood over him somewhat like a boy standing before a parent. My hands ran though his long blonde/brown hair, while he played with my four incher with several of his huge fingers. "Enough of that now." said he, as he closed his open legs, which influenced me to step away. He held on to my arms and pulled me gently back, influencing me to open my legs and to sit on his lap. His hands then moved my butt closer to him, and soon my boyhood was in contact with his soft manhood. As if I was magnetized, my skinny 17 year old body was drawn to merge with his, and within a second, I allowed my slender frame to rest on his more mature torso. My heavy breathing would have been most audible against his right ear.
As if he sensed it was the appropriate time, he stood up, carrying me as a parent would be taking a child to bed. He lay be down gently on his bed and got in alongside. For a guy who had never done anything like this before in his entire life apart from reading fiction and non-fiction in 'Nifty' this was all happening way too fast. Barry took over and positioned himself over me like a lover would. He did the kissing, he was the one who seemed to have lost control. His manhood became erect again, and I could feel it between my legs and tickling my sac. At no point did he take it any further. Then he rolled us over and I reciprocated all his movements to the point of another orgasm. I blew on his stomach and collapsed on his heaving chest. To some extent, I was spent.
Barry then whispered a little more loudly. "Hey, bro..."...and as I turned, there was dejected Craing standing by the bed, with pillow in hand. Barry moved to create some room, and Craig nestled alongside. Craig immediately held his brother's hardon, which I too reached out for. Both our hands were gripping it...and there was still room for another hand. Through all this, little was said. I saw Craig close his eyes as if he was drifting off to sleep, and I followed suit. Soon both 17 year olds where asleep in the arms of this 14 year old.
When I awoke at about 5.00am that same morning, I was back on my mattress on the floor...and Craig was in his own bed. I had no recollection of making that journey from Barry bed to floor mattress. I would have had to climb over Barry and Craig to make that journey! To this day I wonder if Barry carried both of us to our beds. Just the thought of that makes me leak.