Deep down, I have a lot of empathy for the boys of Sternbrook. Most of them were victims of abuse who later became abusers. They mimicked what they'd been through naively thinking they wouldn't get caught. Many times during my youth, I could have been like them, prime material for a Centre supervising juvenile sexual offenders. But I never got caught because I've been blessed with an innate competence. I can spot slutty boys.

This wonderful ability was useful during my childhood. I spent hours playing outside in the sun with kids my age. Without any conscious effort my feet trotted to the free spirited boys, the ones who weren't scared to trade peeks inside a bathing suit. Sadly, for years, my experiences were rather bland and succinct. That is until Devon arrived at our school at the beginning of the second grade. The wild child with long unkempt hair came to class on a unicycle.

Back then, I didn't comb my curly dark hair as well and many people thought we were brothers. It wasn't totally ludicrous since we were akin. Like me, Devon certainly didn't mind being nude. We went skinny dipping at the lake nearby and humped each other.

Somehow, I had sensed that my new friend was miles ahead in terms of sexual maturity. My hunch was right. Devon lived with his family in a low income coop. There were a slew of older boys there who molested him on a regular basis. Within two weeks, he taught me how to masturbate and that sucking our weenies was naughty fun!

Sometimes, the crazy boy brought me along to Mr. Wilson's home. The ninety-year-old man was confined to a wheelchair and didn't pose much of a threat. He gave us a buck each if we danced naked in his living room. Devon would turn on the radio to some disco song and we'd undress in front of the old geezer. His eyes widened and his breathing grew erratic as we bared our tanned prepubescent bodies.

Then we would dance in a manner we thought was sexy in our young minds, which meant pumping our hips a lot and making our hairless genitals flail all about. Both Devon and I were golden brown all over except for the midsection. It must have been hot as hell watching our pert white butts wiggle! I'm still dumbfounded Mr. Wilson didn't have a heart attack.

If we performed some other things, he would give us an additional dollar. Since Devon and I were the naughtiest kids on the block, it goes without saying that we wanted to double our money. The old pervert dared us to kiss each other on the mouth, suck our dickies and lick our buttholes. All things we gladly did to please him.

It wasn't until I turned fourteen that I became fully aware of my attraction to members of my own gender, especially the younger specimens. At the time, I was babysitting the neighbor's rambunctious five-year-old twins. The two tykes were almost identical, skinny gap-toothed imps with shaven heads that looked like bowling balls with big eyes.

Mathew and Simon cherished my company because of my loose definition of authority. Under my surveillance, they could strip down to their underwear, climb on furniture and use their beds as a trampoline. I got raging hard-ons seeing them frolic in bikini briefs, the kind that emphasized their buns and was way too sexy for boys barely out of diapers.

All the games I proposed were perverse and involved nudity or rubbing. The twister mat was the perfect platform for that. The innocent duo was ecstatic throughout the evening enjoying the nude playtime. One Saturday, I noticed a bottle of chocolate syrup on the top shelf of the pantry. A brilliant idea flashed in my mind. The boys jumped for joy at the sight of the delicious nectar.

I applied a few drops on Simon's nipples and his brother immediately made it disappear with his little pink tongue. A dab in Matthew's navel and this time Simon appreciated the sweet sauce. On a sugar rush, the tykes begged me to pursue. I smeared the chocolate on their lips and watched the small couple kiss like febrile lovers.

"Again Again!" they cheered in unison.

A mischievous smile appeared on Matthew's face when I put the next dollop on the bum hole of his brother. He thrust his nose in Simon's crack and licked up, giggling. For several minutes, I painted the inside of their buttocks with the syrup. My cock was straining in my jeans realizing how easy it was to have two little boys eat their asses out. They were aroused as well, dickie up and eyes aglow.

The same ruse gave me the opportunity to see the twins suck each other. One line on the stiffy and the tasting began. With the enthusiasm they displayed, I thought they were trading blowjobs regularly! This was enough to cream my undies.

For the rest of the week, I jerked off fantasizing they were my chained slaves that I could buttfuck every day. I wanted them to be my first sex toys but they were so small and it was so risky. Thankfully, I could release my pubertal tension on the football field at the private school I attended. Then again, showering with hunky athletic fourteen-year-old boys certainly didn't help to diminish the urges. Some of them had tight muscular butts and dangling pricks that made my blood boil.

One of the cutest guys was still hairless down there and had a small penis like a preteen. A bunch of the players, including me, teased him, swatted his butt and said "Hey little boy, think you're gonna sprout a hair this year?" The mockery was without a doubt a way to hide the fact that we wanted to fuck him.

Whenever a new boy joined the football team, we scheduled an initiation. After the coach had left the locker room, we surrounded the unsuspecting victim and robbed his clothes, jeering and drinking beer. The ritual didn't vary. Someone taped the rookie's balls to his butt and someone else put a smelly jock strap over his mouth. Then, the new boy had to crawl on his hands and knees naked amidst the drunken crowd. We laughed and insulted him. To complete the humiliation, all the guys on the team pissed on him. A striking scene that gets etched in your mind forever; twenty-five steamy streams of urine all aimed a single nude boy.

Some weeks, the more audacious boys also participated in a singular contest after the coach had exited the locker. A slice of bread was placed on a bench. The goal of the game was to wank furiously and shoot cum wads on the bread. Seven or eight guys were usually up to the challenge. The last one to spill his load had to eat the mushy result. It was silly teenage entertainment, perhaps the only time when premature ejaculation proved to be advantageous.

I usually came first, turned on big time by the circle of jiggling balls and hard young cocks. Others followed after that until a loser was declared. Some of the poor saps could barely eat half of the slimy slice before having to throw up. They were called chicken shit for the remainder of the season.

Dylan Carmichael frequently lost the contest. The big lineman picked up the dripping slice with his pudgy fingers and bent it in two before stuffing his mouth with it. He chewed the cum-soaked bread with a grin, mouth wide open in defiance. The onlookers grumbled, "Eeeew gross!" and someone shouted, "You're a disgusting pig Carmichael!"

No boy in the gang was allowed to divert his stare from the sickening spectacle; otherwise he'd be called a pussy, sorta like when you closed your eyes in front of a gory horror movie.

My closest buddy on the team played the wide receiver position. Shawn was also fourteen, a tall blond dude with a pony tail. He dressed 'preppy' style with expensive polo shirts and khaki shorts. Out of all my pals, he was the only one who didn't find it awkward that I touched his dick when we jacked off together in front of porn. More importantly, I had a huge crush on his little brother Tommy, the cutest kid in the area.

Understandably, I started sleeping over at their home every weekend. The brothers shared a large bedroom in the basement with a private bathroom and a TV. The three of us roughhoused together and played with Nerf guns. Tommy always put on his jammies early. I couldn't help but stare at the eight-year-old boy, especially since I knew he was nude under the clingy night wear. The blond brat was so handsome. He could have been one of those child models you see on the cover of fancy children's clothing catalogs. His eyes were deep blue and rascally. His lips were sexy moist all the time under a snub nose spattered with brown freckles.

As soon as Tommy dozed off, Shawn stood up to lock the door. On his way back, he slipped the same ole porn tape called 'Skintight' in the VCR. I pulled my jeans down quickly for some much needed relief after playing for hours with the sexy lil' kid. Sitting on a couch, we stroked our hard dicks openly. Both were about five inches long, but mine was circumcised and thicker.

At the peak of arousal, we'd suck each other abiding to the 'five bobs' rule, otherwise it would have been too gay. I found it very frustrating to slide my lips on his erection only five times, equally so when he went down on me for such a quick sample. Then we'd go back to pulling on our respective pricks. Just before cumming Shawn attracted my attention, "Ohh shit man, I'm gonna shoot!" He knew how much I relished seeing that because he was a squirter. The first powerful jets hit him on the chin and the rest of the sauce drenched his flat chest. I thought it was freaking awesome, albeit messy.

Eventually, we put aside the stupid 'five bobs' rule and started sucking each other in earnest. The busty sluts in the porn flick had taught us well. I drove Shawn nuts, clutching his meat stick tightly with my lips and twirling my tongue on his sensitive dick head. He was also a good cocksucker. I loved it when he slurped on my fat dick ravenously with his tongue pressed on the underside.

Sometimes, Shawn's kid brother woke up. He'd wiped the sleep from his eyes and squeak, "You guys are dooin' it again?" I found it super-hot to suck Shawn while the giddy little eight-year-old scamp watched. It pleased me to see that Shawn didn't act all big brotherly. He didn't pack his dick in his pants and didn't tell his kid bro to go back to bed. After a minute, Tommy always removed his pj bottom. He had his tiny pecker rising in no time using two fingers.

"Do mine now..." he'd whisper, the hushed tone of his voice revealing that he knew this was our secret and no grownup should hear about it.

Shawn and I knelt at Tommy's sides. We licked his hairless genitals, running our tongues on the tender pink flesh. Then, while one of us took care of suckling his boner, the other engulfed his testicles and rolled them in his mouth. Tommy giggled at first but soon enough he was digging the double stimulation. His moans of pleasure were charming. Shawn and I alternated siphoning the little penis. The strong suction of our teenage mouths often caused the kid to panic.

"Ungggh! Quit it! Quit it! You're gonna tear it off!" he would cry out.

Tommy was a willing boy and he understood there's no place for selfishness during naughty fun. He would grab both our dicks in his little fists and lean over one then the other, sucking noisily. My penis got so hard seeing his pretty face near my hairy crotch. The eager child tried to take our dicks in his narrow mouth all the way to the root but he choked on the mass and turned bright red. We tousled his hair telling him he could just work on the top part.

I figured Shawn had been having casual oral sex with his kid brother only for a short while. After several weeks of blowjobs with the blond siblings, I experienced an eventful evening, the first of many. As Tommy was licking my dick on the couch, his bare butt up in the air, I saw Shawn from the corner of my eye coating his hard-on with hand lotion. He grinned and winked at me as he climbed on the cushion behind Tommy.

I glanced at the kid's butt. Shawn rubbed his dick between the cheeks and I reckoned he would just do that. All of a sudden, Tommy winced in my lap.

"Oh yeah, here we go..." Shawn exhaled, his hips swaying faster and faster. Tommy wrapped his lips around my dick. He bobbed his blond head furiously while his brother started to screw him doggy style.

I heated up and my mind reeled. The scene was insanely hot. My best bud was slamming away pretty hard considering Tommy was just eight-years-old. I could see his lubed prick plow into the kid's stretched anus. Tommy didn't seem offended. He moaned despite having a big teenage dick in both holes. After a good five minutes of steady fucking, Shawn threw me an arrogant look. He knew I was jealous.

"Wanna try it?" he said.

Did I? Erh fuck yeah!

I scooted behind Tommy.

"Don't stick it all the way in, but hump my butt fast," he said. "I like that!"

Damn!

His puckered hole was slightly dilated and slick from the lotion. Since my dick was thicker than Shawn's, I prayed my very first anal partner wouldn't change his mind because of the pain. When I went for it, the thought of my penis entering the hot lil' ass of the cutest kid in the neighborhood almost made me cum.

I managed to control the pressure and gently slipped halfway inside Tommy's warm rectum. The little boy hissed for an instant. After that, it was smooth sailing. I gripped his waist with both hands and nailed him like a dog in heat. My buttocks clenched with every brisk stab. My balls were swinging back and forth between my thighs.

"Unnghh that's it, do it like that!" Tommy said. His slim body stiffened like cement. He grasped the arm of the couch and whined, "Unggh! Unnggh! Yeah! Ungghh! Ungghh!"

The pleasure soared rapidly. I was finally finding out how it felt to give a lil' kid a good hard fuck in the ass. And it was better than my wildest dreams! Tommy twisted his blond head and gave me a quirky smile hearing me mutter under my breath, "Ohh man, yesss, oh that's so good, yesssss..."

I couldn't believe the kid could be so relaxed taking my big hard dick that roughly straight in his tight shitter. He started groaning louder as I packed more meat inside him. My heart skipped a few beats.

"You're gonna break him!" Shawn commented, idly fondling his woody.

"Don't worry... Oh shit!...won't last... much longer... now..." I cringed, holding the pleasure back, wondering if I should pull out.

"Just cum in his ass." Shawn blurted out.

For some reason, my best friend giving me permission to spill my load inside his kid brother really drove me over the edge. I hugged Tommy tightly and emptied my balls in his bowel, grunting with every spurt that felt like lava shooting out of my penis. Adding to the enjoyable moment, Tommy shook his bottom and mewled, "Hmmmm I can feel it. It's boiling hot!"

Right after I retired from his butt, Shawn plunged back in. He jerked Tommy off with his hand at the same time rutting like a maniac. Within a minute, he put a second load of teenage spunk inside him. Both brothers lamented from their cum.

Totally exhausted, I unrolled my sleeping bag on the floor. Shawn jumped on his bed. He chuckled as farty wet sounds resonated from the bathroom. I looked in that direction. Tommy was naked on the toilet, pushing our jizz out of his guts. His toes were curled up and his face all scrunched up. Despite the grimaces of exertion, he still looked cute!

A beautiful ending to a great evening...

Because of his good looks, everyone at Tommy's school wanted to be his friend, a true magnet. Packs of boys orbited around him, especially during the summer because of the pool in the backyard. For the remainder of my teenage years, I continued to sleep over at my buddy's house with Tommy and his school mates. Shawn and I were very content young men. Oh yes, we popped more than our fair share of little boy's cherries in that basement bedroom...