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Subject: Summer of 85: Part 4 DISCLAIMER: Thefollowing content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactionsbetween a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or yourreligious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If thistype of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to realpeople, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This workof fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free forus only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could beas kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donate at fty/donate.html All work is owned by theauthor and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedback iswelcomed and appreciated: aol Copyright 2019 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a few days since my conversation with Mr.Hanson. A couple of times, I had seen Toby ride by and look to the house, buthe didn't stop in, and I wasn't up to seeing him just yet. I was still tryingto work out my life. I woke up, fully clothed and nowhere near hard. I reachedinside the waistband of my pajama pants and scratched my balls. Yep, my peniswas still there, but obviously not ready for any action. Andy had already leftthe room and I figured he was gone for the day, so I got up, shut the door andstripped off my pajamas. I was just getting out my underwear and socks when thedoor opened. Andy strode in and shut the door behind him. His hair waswet and he was wrapped in just a towel. I realized he hadn't left for the day,he had just been in the shower. I stood there, leaning against my dresser,naked, holding my underwear in front of my dick. For some reason, I justcouldn't move. "Hey, nimrod. About time you woke up." Andy whipped off his towel and began to vigorously wipe hishair. I stood there, transfixed. Andy was standing side to me, and for thefirst time since we were very little, I got a full view of the başakşehir escort front of mybrother's body. As he shook his hands back and forth, his flaccid penisbobbed up and down. Where Toby had a nice patch of red hair above his cock, mybrother had a dark brown, almost black, full bush. His balls hung low in hissack and swung back and forth. I began to understand why "Pat-tay" enjoyed himso much. I didn't realize he had stopped drying his hair and was nowlooking at me until he spoke. "Okay, kid," he tossed aside the towel. "If you're gonnacheck me out," he flexed his muscles and did a bodybuilder pose, "then you'regonna get checked out, too. Get over here and lose the skivvies." I walked to the center of the room, standing directly infront of Andy. We didn't usually stand still in front of each other and Irealized that I stood almost eye-eye with him. I dropped my underwear to thefloor, but kept my hands in front of my crotch. "First, facial hair. Do you have any?" He reached up andsoftly felt my cheeks. He thought for a moment, then did it again. He nodded,then looked closely at my upper lip, using two fingers to check for a mustache. "Okay, a little bit of peach fuzz coming in. Not bad. Gonnabe a while before you have to shave, though. Next, pits. Left them arms,squirt." By now, I felt like a soldier being inspected by his drillsergeant. Any shame or embarrassment was lost. I shot my arms in the air. Andypeered at first the left, then the right pit. He poked one of his fingers in myleft pit and wriggled it around. I giggled (he laughed) and I clapped my armsto my side, cutting off access to my pits. "Good. I'm seeing some strands of hair. I think they'reyours, but, you could have pasted someone else's in there just for show. We'llhave to keep an eye on those. Next," he paused, looking squarely into my eyes,"the pubes." Andy dropped to one knee, his mouth just inches from mypenis, and began to investigate my crotch. "Hmm, a generous amount of hairbeginning halkalı escort to show. Spread your legs." I did as commanded. He cupped my balls in his left palm andgently lifted them up and down. "Nice firm sack, good round balls. Perfect for boninggirls." He stood up and went over to his dresser. He opened a drawer andrummaged through his socks before finally pulling out a clear ruler. "The final test. How do you measure up?" He looked down atmy dick and smiled. "Ah, I see you are, uh, up for the test." With all the attention to my body, I was now fully erect.Andy and I continued to look at each other as he reached down with his righthand and cradled my hard-teen dick. His touch felt good, and my cock twitchedslightly. "Hmm, seems lively." He grinned. With his left hand, he placed the ruler on top of my dick,pushing the end gently against my body. He finally looked down and made a noteof how long I was. Just before letting go of my cock, he gave a gentle squeeze.If he didn't stop, I was going to cum all over him. Andy turned the ruler around and measured his own hardpenis. "Hmm, not bad, kid. You're almost as big as me. Not quite," he addedquickly, "but almost. Now, put that thing away before you jizz all over the rugand get dressed. You've been hanging out at home too long. You're spending theday with me." I hurriedly pulled my underwear over my erection, thenpulled on my shorts. I was just about to slip on my `Journey' t-shirt (whichreminded the wearer to "Don't Stop Believing") when Andy tossed his Old Spicedeodorant at me. "Put some of that on. Now that you got hair in there, youneed to start using it. You stink, you know." He winked at me as I applied thedeodorant, then tossed it back. "I'll subtly slip it to Mom that you might needsome the next time she goes shopping." It had been a long time since I got to spend the day withAndy, and this time, he actually wanted me there! As we left the house, Andyyelled to Mom that we were going out for a while şirinevler escort and that he would do his bestto not get me killed. She told him if he did, not to bother coming back, thentold me to, "Listen to your brother." We hopped on our bikes and headed out. Normally, I wouldhave gone left out of the driveway toward Toby's house, but today we wentright. We rode for several minutes, mostly in silence. I was still thinkingabout that morning. It felt like I had finally gotten the approval of mybrother, like I was finally "one of the guys". We came to a big two-story brick house, and rode around tothe back. A huge pine tree came in to view, and in the tree was good sizedtreehouse. As we neared the base of the tree, Andy jumped of his bike before iteven stopped, running for a few steps alongside it. I tried to imitate him, butonly succeeded in almost faceplanting in the grass. I was thankful Andy hadn'tnoticed. Running up the base of the tree, leading to a trapdoor, wasa wooden ladder. Andy was just about to climb up when he turned, looked at meand said, "Be cool, okay?" Andy ascended the ladder, pushing the trapdoor open. Iclimbed up after him and was amazed to find an entire living room laid out inthe treehouse. The furnishings weren't new or fancy, but they served theirpurpose: a couch, two comfy chairs, a small table in the middle, even a smallfridge and television. This family must be loaded! On the couch sat a boy, probably no older than Andy. He wasthin and appeared to be tall, dressed in black jeans with holes in the knees,white Converse sneakers, and an AC/DC t-shirt. He had a long mop of dirty blondhair that drooped down and covered one eye. A thin strip of dark hair lined hisupper lip and he had a small patch of brown hair on his chin. When he lookedup, he smiled, his blue eyes seeming to light up. He gave his head a flick, the hair flipped away from hiseyes. "Who's the new kid?" "This is my kid brother. He's cool. At least, he better be,"Andy replied as he plopped down next to the boy. The boy leaned forward and held out his hand. "Hey, I'mPatrick. Nice to meet you. Nice shirt. Journey's one of my favorites." I shook Patrick's hand and said hello. Just then a thoughtoccurred to me. Patrick. Could this be...? No, surely not. Pat-tay?

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.930	the-summer-of-85-4 `Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32` Subject: Summer of 85: Part 4 DISCLAIMER: Thefollowing content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactionsbetween a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or yourreligious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If thistype of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to realpeople, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This workof fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free forus only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could beas kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donate at fty/donate.html All work is owned by theauthor and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedback iswelcomed and appreciated: aol Copyright 2019 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a few days since my conversation with Mr.Hanson. A couple of times, I had seen Toby ride by and look to the house, buthe didn't stop in, and I wasn't up to seeing him just yet. I was still tryingto work out my life. I woke up, fully clothed and nowhere near hard. I reachedinside the waistband of my pajama pants and scratched my balls. Yep, my peniswas still there, but obviously not ready for any action. Andy had already leftthe room and I figured he was gone for the day, so I got up, shut the door andstripped off my pajamas. I was just getting out my underwear and socks when thedoor opened. Andy strode in and shut the door behind him. His hair waswet and he was wrapped in just a towel. I realized he hadn't left for the day,he had just been in the shower. I stood there, leaning against my dresser,naked, holding my underwear in front of my dick. For some reason, I justcouldn't move. "Hey, nimrod. About time you woke up." Andy whipped off his towel and began to vigorously wipe hishair. I stood there, transfixed. Andy was standing side to me, and for thefirst time since we were very little, I got a full view of the başakşehir escort front of mybrother's body. As he shook his hands back and forth, his flaccid penisbobbed up and down. Where Toby had a nice patch of red hair above his cock, mybrother had a dark brown, almost black, full bush. His balls hung low in hissack and swung back and forth. I began to understand why "Pat-tay" enjoyed himso much. I didn't realize he had stopped drying his hair and was nowlooking at me until he spoke. "Okay, kid," he tossed aside the towel. "If you're gonnacheck me out," he flexed his muscles and did a bodybuilder pose, "then you'regonna get checked out, too. Get over here and lose the skivvies." I walked to the center of the room, standing directly infront of Andy. We didn't usually stand still in front of each other and Irealized that I stood almost eye-eye with him. I dropped my underwear to thefloor, but kept my hands in front of my crotch. "First, facial hair. Do you have any?" He reached up andsoftly felt my cheeks. He thought for a moment, then did it again. He nodded,then looked closely at my upper lip, using two fingers to check for a mustache. "Okay, a little bit of peach fuzz coming in. Not bad. Gonnabe a while before you have to shave, though. Next, pits. Left them arms,squirt." By now, I felt like a soldier being inspected by his drillsergeant. Any shame or embarrassment was lost. I shot my arms in the air. Andypeered at first the left, then the right pit. He poked one of his fingers in myleft pit and wriggled it around. I giggled (he laughed) and I clapped my armsto my side, cutting off access to my pits. "Good. I'm seeing some strands of hair. I think they'reyours, but, you could have pasted someone else's in there just for show. We'llhave to keep an eye on those. Next," he paused, looking squarely into my eyes,"the pubes." Andy dropped to one knee, his mouth just inches from mypenis, and began to investigate my crotch. "Hmm, a generous amount of hairbeginning halkalı escort to show. Spread your legs." I did as commanded. He cupped my balls in his left palm andgently lifted them up and down. "Nice firm sack, good round balls. Perfect for boninggirls." He stood up and went over to his dresser. He opened a drawer andrummaged through his socks before finally pulling out a clear ruler. "The final test. How do you measure up?" He looked down atmy dick and smiled. "Ah, I see you are, uh, up for the test." With all the attention to my body, I was now fully erect.Andy and I continued to look at each other as he reached down with his righthand and cradled my hard-teen dick. His touch felt good, and my cock twitchedslightly. "Hmm, seems lively." He grinned. With his left hand, he placed the ruler on top of my dick,pushing the end gently against my body. He finally looked down and made a noteof how long I was. Just before letting go of my cock, he gave a gentle squeeze.If he didn't stop, I was going to cum all over him. Andy turned the ruler around and measured his own hardpenis. "Hmm, not bad, kid. You're almost as big as me. Not quite," he addedquickly, "but almost. Now, put that thing away before you jizz all over the rugand get dressed. You've been hanging out at home too long. You're spending theday with me." I hurriedly pulled my underwear over my erection, thenpulled on my shorts. I was just about to slip on my `Journey' t-shirt (whichreminded the wearer to "Don't Stop Believing") when Andy tossed his Old Spicedeodorant at me. "Put some of that on. Now that you got hair in there, youneed to start using it. You stink, you know." He winked at me as I applied thedeodorant, then tossed it back. "I'll subtly slip it to Mom that you might needsome the next time she goes shopping." It had been a long time since I got to spend the day withAndy, and this time, he actually wanted me there! As we left the house, Andyyelled to Mom that we were going out for a while şirinevler escort and that he would do his bestto not get me killed. She told him if he did, not to bother coming back, thentold me to, "Listen to your brother." We hopped on our bikes and headed out. Normally, I wouldhave gone left out of the driveway toward Toby's house, but today we wentright. We rode for several minutes, mostly in silence. I was still thinkingabout that morning. It felt like I had finally gotten the approval of mybrother, like I was finally "one of the guys". We came to a big two-story brick house, and rode around tothe back. A huge pine tree came in to view, and in the tree was good sizedtreehouse. As we neared the base of the tree, Andy jumped of his bike before iteven stopped, running for a few steps alongside it. I tried to imitate him, butonly succeeded in almost faceplanting in the grass. I was thankful Andy hadn'tnoticed. Running up the base of the tree, leading to a trapdoor, wasa wooden ladder. Andy was just about to climb up when he turned, looked at meand said, "Be cool, okay?" Andy ascended the ladder, pushing the trapdoor open. Iclimbed up after him and was amazed to find an entire living room laid out inthe treehouse. The furnishings weren't new or fancy, but they served theirpurpose: a couch, two comfy chairs, a small table in the middle, even a smallfridge and television. This family must be loaded! On the couch sat a boy, probably no older than Andy. He wasthin and appeared to be tall, dressed in black jeans with holes in the knees,white Converse sneakers, and an AC/DC t-shirt. He had a long mop of dirty blondhair that drooped down and covered one eye. A thin strip of dark hair lined hisupper lip and he had a small patch of brown hair on his chin. When he lookedup, he smiled, his blue eyes seeming to light up. He gave his head a flick, the hair flipped away from hiseyes. "Who's the new kid?" "This is my kid brother. He's cool. At least, he better be,"Andy replied as he plopped down next to the boy. The boy leaned forward and held out his hand. "Hey, I'mPatrick. Nice to meet you. Nice shirt. Journey's one of my favorites." I shook Patrick's hand and said hello. Just then a thoughtoccurred to me. Patrick. Could this be...? No, surely not. Pat-tay?