Kyle sat innocently at his computer, when, suddenly, an image popped up. He looked over the image, but almost instantly averted his eyes, blushing. It was a picture of a naked man! Gaspes!

What are these feelings I feel? He thought desperately, trying not to look at the man. He gave up soon, however, and stared.

A man of about twenty-five-ish. He was lean and tall, had great muscles, and an awesomely smooth body free of hair. His cock was about nine inches, three times larger than Kyle’s own! Kyle nearly started drooling as his hands undid the fly of his pants, one hand wriggling beneath the fabric of his boxers. He stroked his three-inch, hard cock, the other hand already going in from the back. He was able to fit a finger inside of his butt hole, before he came, a dry orgasm coursing through the nine year old. He panted, and saved the picture…

Bryan sighed, pushing his plastic, square frames up the bridge of his nose. He was definitely going to delete this story. Who wants to read about his brother’s experiences anyway…? With one last glance, Bryan closed the window, standing, stretching, and heading for his kitchen with a hunger in his tight stomach.

Bryan happened to be home alone, which happened to him nearly every night. His parents worked late hours, leaving mid-afternoon and returning early mornings. He didn’t know how they did it, but his father was a lawyer and his mother ran her own printing business for a newspaper. He forgets which one, easily, due to the fact that he didn’t give a shit about his mother. He was surprised she could even run a business, being too drunk most of the time to even remember her own fucking name.

He went about, making his ghetto taquitos (filled merely with mozzarella cheese), glancing out of the kitchen window once in a while to stare out into the darkness of the neighborhood. He did this four times before he noticed the small, flickering light. As he stared, eating his ghetto taquitos, he noticed it was getting bigger, and then noticed it was getting brighter also. Almost as if… As if it were coming closer…. Straight towards him….

Bryan dropped his ghetto food in the sink, ducking beneath the counter and crawling out of the kitchen. He was very paranoid, especially when home alone. Bryan stood once he reached the living room, ducking out of the short hallway leading to the front door. He noticed the window above the door was bright, the motion sensor light in his driveway finally activating. There was a knock at the front door, and Bryan dove for the nearest weapon - a plastic, Halloween scythe.

There was another knock at the door, and Bryan ducked beneath the computer desk. He sat, holding his knees with one arm, holding the fake scythe in the other, panting. He really hated people. Especially the ones still awake at one in the morning.

There was silence, Bryan unable to hear much more from the music playing on his stereo. Just as he thought it was safe to come out, he heard the front door open, and nearly screamed when he heard a voice.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Bryan ducked his head between his knees, hoping to become invisible so this person wouldn’t hurt him. He heard the man step up close to him, and saw the shoes from between his thighs. Shiny….

“You asshole, you could’ve answered the door, at least!” The man grabbed Bryan by the shoulders, hauling him to his feet and catching the scythe as it was swung at him. Bryan started struggling.

“Please! I’m only fifteen! I don’t have any money, but take whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me!!!” He heard a low chuckle, and felt the hands slip behind his back. He was suddenly crushed to a strong, yet thin chest.

“Silly, little boy. I don’t wish to hurt you! You’re too cute!” Bryan stopped crying, and looked up at the man holding him. The man was young, maybe twenty-something. He was tall, 6’ish, possibly, and had great hair and eyes. His hair was black, with bright purple streaks, and his eyes were the same color purple. He also wore eyeliner, and bright green and yellow eye-shadow. To say the least, he was sexy, and familiar looking.

His clothes were even greater. He wore a black fishnet shirt over an orange tank-top, his pants were tight, black with red stitching. And his shoes were black Chucks with blue flames. Resting at his hip, he had a little GIR keychain doll. The green dog’s eyes bulged out so cutely. Bryan reached out to touch it, fingering it lightly.

“Yo, bro! You here…?” Bryan’s brother, Kyle, stopped when he saw them, his eyes on Bryan’s hand, that was mere centimeters away from the man’s crotch area, and the man’s arms still around the boy’s shoulders. Furiously, Kyle grabbed the man by the forearm, tugging him away from Bryan and down the hallway. Bryan heard them arguing even after his bedroom door closed.

He closed and locked the front door, and decided to go to bed. He couldn’t hear them arguing anymore, so he decided it safe. As he neared his room, however, he heard other noises, wrong-sounding noises, coming from behind the closed door. He hurried into his room, flushed by the sounds the man was making. But, his room just so happened to be situated right beside his brother’s, bed right next to the wall separating their rooms. He heard everything happening from inside.

Bryan couldn’t sleep, even hours after the sounds stopped. He touched himself for the first time in his life, and was only able to sleep after he’d finished.

When Bryan awoke the next morning, he felt ashamed, masturbating to the man’s groaning in his head.

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