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The next morning was Saturday, and the Coach had business in the city, so Eric wouldn't have to work out with him. He and Brian would be on their own for the day. As he lay in bed with Brian, he tried to sort out his feelings about what had happened the night before. Eric was deeply humiliated from being so badly abused by Brian, who was, after all, just a kid. But he also had to admit to himself, that at some level, he had enjoyed it. Despite all the shame and degradation he felt, it had excited him. And as he replayed the previous night's events in his mind, he started to get aroused. He rolled over on his side and watched Brian sleep. He could see through the sheets that Brian was sporting a morning hard-on. Eric unconsciously licked his lips and absently reached down and started to rub his own hairless little peanut.

"Go ahead, Eric," he said. "You can do it again if you want." He didn't want to do it, but something inside of him drove him to. It was like he couldn't help himself. He moved over and took the head of Brian's cock into his mouth. He didn't gag this time, either, as he took it all the way in. At least as far as he could - it actually seemed to fill his mouth even more than it did last night. Brian moaned with pleasure as Eric went down on him. Eric could feel Brian's cock start to throb and jerk in his mouth. He tried to pull away, knowing that Brian was getting ready to shoot, but Brian held him firmly him by the back of the head, pressing Eric's mouth tightly over his cock. Brian shot a massive load that coated the back of Eric's throat and filled his mouth with what seemed like gallons of cum. Eric couldn't take it all, and it started to spill from his mouth, coating his face with a sticky layer of cum. Brian used a T-shirt to wipe off Eric's face. "That's a good boy," he said, smiling, as he ruffled Eric's blond hair. When Brian touched him, it sent a chill straight down Eric's spine, and sent his still little peanut back to full attention, such as it was. The feeling was electric, and Eric was filled with an excitement he couldn't understand. "What's wrong with me," Eric wondered.

Brian got out of bed and started to get dressed. "What are we gonna do today?" Eric asked him.

Brian shrugged. "I'm gonna ride my bike with some of my friends. I won't be gone that long - you can watch TV or something."

"You're not gonna leave me here all alone, are you?" Eric asked. "Can't I come with?"

Brian was exasperated. "Can't you just get off my back and let me have a couple hours to myself?" he shouted. "You keep telling me that you're not a little boy, and that you want to be treated like a grown up. But you're too scared to be alone here for a couple hours!"

Eric really couldn't argue with that. He was 26 years old after all, even though he certainly didn't look it anymore. The funny thing was, it was getting harder and harder for even Eric to think of himself as grown up. Sitting alone on the front porch as Brian rode off on his bike, Eric had no idea why he was so upset at the prospect of having to spend the afternoon by himself. The more he thought about it, though, he realized that it was not so much being alone that bothered him as it was Brian's leaving him behind. At first, Eric thought he would go in and watch TV or read, but he couldn't make himself do it. He just sat there on the porch, waiting.

It was more than 3 hours before Brian returned, and Eric was still sitting there on the porch. Brian wasn't alone though. He had brought one of his friends with him, and as Eric watched the two teens approaching, he felt a tinge of jealousy that he couldn't understand. When they reached the house and ditched their bikes, Brian introduced them. "Eric, this is Kevin. Kev - this is Eric, my... uh, cousin." Kevin was about Brian's age, but a little bit bigger though.

"Hey, Kid!" said Kevin.

"I'm not a kid!" Eric responded angrily. He resented Kevin's condescending tone.

"I'm going in to get some sodas and stuff," Brian said. Eric started to follow him in, but Brian said, "I want you to stay out here and talk to Kevin. I'll be back out in a couple minutes." Eric really wanted to go in with Brian. He didn't want to have to talk to this guy, but he knew he should do what he was told, so he sat back down.

"So," Kevin said when Brian was inside, "Brian says that you really wanted to come and hang out with us today."

"Yeah," said Eric.

"What made you think we would want some little kid tagging along?"

"I'm not some little kid," Eric said. "I'm older than you think!"

"Oh yeah? How old are you?"

Eric knew he couldn't tell the truth. Not that anyone would believe him anyway. "Well, you're not all that much bigger than I am anyway."

"I sure am, and I'm way bigger where it counts," Kevin snorted. "I'll tell you what, kid. You show me what you've got in your pants, and if that proves you aren't just a little kid, I'll get Brian to let you hang with us."

Eric sure didn't want to show this guy his little thing: "No way!" he responded.

"Well, it's fine by me if you're too chicken - I guess you are just a scared little boy."

"I'm NOT!" Eric shouted angrily.

"Oh yeah? Prove it," taunted Kevin.

Eric knew that he was being manipulated, and he was pretty sure Kevin was setting him up for something. But his emotions got the better of him, and he started to undo his pants. Kevin smiled - you could always get a little kid to do whatever you wanted by calling him chicken. As Eric lowered his shorts and underpants, reluctantly revealing his little peanut, Kevin burst out laughing, causing Eric's cheeks to flush red.

"That sure doesn't help your case, kid," said Kevin between the laughter. "My kid brother's only 6 and he's got a bigger dick then you!" Eric angrily pulled his shorts back up.

"Hold on a second," Kevin said. "I'll tell you what, kid. I know something that only big boys can do. If you go along, I'll let you hang out with Brian and me."

Eric was suspicious, but he really wanted to be able to do stuff with Brian. "OK," he agreed meekly. Kevin stood up and lowered his shorts, revealing his erect cock. It wasn't as big as Brian's was, but was nevertheless a grown up cock, (which was more than Eric could say about his own). "You know how little boys play with themselves?" Kevin asked. Eric nodded.

"Well, big boys do that too," Kevin continued. "Sometimes big boys play with each other, though, if you know what I mean. If you want to be treated like a big boy, you're gonna have to play with this big boy first!" Brian grabbed his cock and pointed it right at Eric. Eric shuddered and felt a lump form in the pit of his stomach. He knew Kevin was f*cking with him, and he certainly didn't want to fool around with some stranger. But he was intimidated by the big, strong teen, and afraid of what might happen to him if he refused. He knew that he would have to do what Kevin was asking if he wanted to do stuff with him and Brian. He went over and took Kevin's hard teen cock in his little hand and started to gently stroke it. It wasn't Brian, but it wasn't really so bad either. Eric couldn't believe it. Here he was, out on the front porch, jacking off some teenage boy he had met only minutes before. He really had come down in the world in the last few weeks.

"That's a good boy," Kevin said, as he ruffled Eric's hair, sending a chill down Eric's spine again, and causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He had been going at it for only a few minutes when he heard a voice from behind him shout, "I can't f*cking believe this!" Both boys turned their heads. Brian was standing in the doorway, and he looked pissed. He shook his head and said, "I can't go inside for ten minutes without you guys pulling this sort of sh*t. Kev - you better go home ... and You!" he said turning to Eric - "Go inside now. I want to talk to Kevin for a second." Kevin smiled and pulled up his shorts as Eric slowly walked inside, his face burning with shame. He could hear the two teens talking quietly outside. He didn't know what to expect when Brian came in, but he dreaded it.

Eric saw Kevin speed off down the driveway on his bike. The screen door slammed, and Brian walked into the room, and stared down at Eric. Eric was trembling with fear as Brian slowly crossed the room and kneeled down in front of him. He placed his hand gently on Eric's shoulder and said, "I'm really sorry that happened, Eric. Kevin 's a good guy, but he can be a jerk sometimes. I never thought he would pull something like that though." He paused. "Are you all right?" Eric nodded silently, trying to hold back the tears.

"I hope you're not mad at me," Brian said. Brian paused as if he were trying to figure out what to say. "What you and I did together - it isn't the same thing as what Kevin was trying to pull. What we did was special, I think. I really hope this doesn't change anything between us. Right, buddy?" This was too much for Eric. He had thought Brian was mad at him, and Brian's concern disarmed him. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't fight it anymore. He dissolved into tears of shame and humiliation, and collapsed into Brian's arms. Brian wrapped his arms around Eric, and held the smaller boy tight as he cried and cried. Brian caressed Eric's back and gently rocked him as he tried to comfort him. "It's all right, Eric. It wasn't your fault. Everything is gonna be okay..." And as Eric stood there in Brian's arms, his head on Brian's strong shoulder, unable to stop the flow of tears, he began to feel an affection for the older boy that was beyond his understanding.

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