*BONG* The kid at bat smacked the ball with it as hard as he could. It didn’t go anywhere near me. I don’t remember how I became a part of this game. I was playing by the monkey bars when I was told by one of the other cubs they were short a player. Now I was standing in the outfield, in the hot sun, waiting for a ball I wouldn’t be able to catch. I stood there, waiting for recess to end. I looked around, distracting myself from the game. I watched the other cubs playing in the playground, swinging on the swings, sliding down the slide, climbing the monkey bars. There were also cubs relaxing in the field next to playground. I looked at the benches by the trees. There was a pig there, looking at his watch. He was hitting it with his finger. I then watched as he stood up. *BONG* “Hey, bulldog! THE BALL IS HEADED NEAR YOU!” I snapped back to the game, noticing the ball about to go past me. “I GOT IT!” I shouted. I held my glove out and continued to run for the ball as it went over me. I was kidding myself. I didn’t got it. The ball landed near the pig I was watching. I ran over there and apologized. “Sorry!” “Wuh?” The pig looked at me as I threw the ball back at the diamond. He seemed completely unaware that a ball almost hit him. "What'cha doing?" I asked. "Playing on my watch. It has a calculator on it." "Does it have any games on it?" "Yeah! It has Space Invaders on it. I was playing it before." "What’s your name?” “Thomas, but my brother likes to call me ‘Tum,’ because of my belly,” I said, lifting my shirt to show him my round belly. “I like the name.” “I’m Sean,” he responded. “I like the name ‘Tum’ too.” The bell in the distance sounded the end of recess. “Bye Sean!” I said, running off. ------------- Over the next few days I’d see Sean at recess, we’d talk more. I learned he was one grade higher than me. He liked talking about science stuff I couldn’t understand, and reading comics. Though I didn’t understand, I was happy to talk with him, it kept me away from the baseball games I didn’t wanna play. He showed me his wrist watch some more, he said his dad was able to get it for him for his birthday. He promised his dad he wouldn’t play the games while in class though. We passed in the hallway one afternoon and he gave me a piece of paper. I unfolded and read it. “Wanna sleep over?” He included his phone number on it. I showed it to my parents and they called to set it up. ------------- I got out of dad’s van, backpack in hand, and waved goodbye at him. I took my backpack with my change of clothes and some video games and put it on my back as I walked up to the front door. I noticed a bunch of cars in the driveway. I rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened. Sean poked his head from the other side with a big smile on his face. He opened the screen door for me. “Hi,” he greeted me. “Hello.” “Is that your friend, Sean?” I turned my head to see his mom sitting on the living room couch, facing the TV. “Hello there, cutie, what’s your name?” Sean answered for me. “This is Tum, we met during recess, he’s a grade lower than me.” The pig mom smiled. “That’s an adorable name!” “We’re gonna go play video games in my room.” “Alright, dear. Just don’t get too loud, your dad’s got his friends over in the dining room for Quests.” “Quests?” I asked. “I’ll show you, follow me.” ------------- “The party is schtopped by a bard, who asks for 20 gold in return for listening to his aria about Love and Loss at Landonerre River. “‘Oh, pleaszhe, fine gentlemen, just 20 gold, I’m out of food and would love to spend the night at an inn instead of on the hard ground.’” We overheard from the doorway. Sean’s dad was sitting at the end of the table, with a bunch of other men with sheets of paper in front of them. He spoke with a lot of spit in his mouth. I kept wanting to swallow almost every time he tried to pronounce an S. He had a book standing up on the table in front of him, kinda like when I have to put my school folders standing up in front of me when I take tests at school. He looked just like Sean, just much bigger. He had big glasses, some stubble on his chin, and a small gap in his two front teeth. “Just 20 gold?” One of the other men, a possum, asked. “You schcoffed, mister alchemist?” “I’ll grab some nearby rocks and turn them into gold for the bard.” “You know what you muscht do, grab your dice. Natural 20, bard gets his rock gold.” The possum rolled the dice. I didn’t see what he rolled. “Shit!” “Tsk tsk tsk. Alchemischt turns the rocks into carbon. Useless for the bard.” “Let me try again!” “You wake the Maschterszh’ dice?” The pig dad held up a blue die with a lot of numbers on it very dramatically. His friends looked at each other as if he’d done that a million times before. “Can we turn back the clock for carbon klutz mischter alchemist?” Sean’s dad rolled the dice. The book hid what was rolled. The dad pig then sucked in a lot of air, and started speaking weirder than he was before. “thcsimehcla rethcsim ztulk nobrac rofkcolcehtnrutewnacecid-” He sounded like a cassette tape being rewound, going faster. “-ecidruoybargodthcsumuoytahwwonkuoySCREEK!” He paused. “You know what you muscht do, grab your dice. Natural 20, bard gets his rock gold.” The possum grinned and rolled again. “Yes!” “The rocksch turn into shimmering gold nuggets. You give them to the bard.” “‘Oh, thank you gentleman! Now let me begin to sing my song-’” “No!” Everyone at the table said in unison. Sean and I giggled. His dad turned his head to see us. “Heh heh, my firscht officer, how’re ya, number one?” Sean ran and sat in his dad’s lap. “I’m good. My friend’s here to sleep over.” Sean’s dad looked at me. “At easzhe, soldier.” “Hello,” I waved. “Can I roll the master die next time it comes up?” “You can roll it right now! Doesh the bard heed the party’s wishes and leave them alone?” Sean’s dad’s friends looked nervous. Sean’s dad started to whisper in his son’s ear. Sean smiled, and rolled. “The bard gets struck by lightning,” Sean said. “You take back the 20 gold you gave him.” The group breathed a sigh of relief. “Poor bard,” Sean’s dad said. “I’ll bet that schong was great.” “Gonna go to my room now, dad.” “Okay, Sean. Dinner after we wrap up Questschs.” “Okay!” ------------- We went to Sean’s bedroom. It was nice, he had a computer, and a little TV with a Nintendo hooked up to it. There were also a bunch of pots, one in the corner, and one sticking out of each side of his bed. Sean pressed the button on the doorknob, locking it. “Okay,” the pig said, “we can do whatever you want.” Sean started unbuttoning his shorts, pulling them down with his briefs and kicking them off. “You can have your weenie out if you want, I usually have mine out in here.” “Okay!” This was exciting, I never got to do this with a friend before. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants and underwear off, kicking them next to Sean’s shorts and briefs. The pig giggled and came closer. I got closer to him too. We hugged, letting our penis heads and nutsacks press together. It felt really good. After that, we laid on his bed opposite each other, so we could enjoy each others’ private parts some more. I couldn’t stop playing with his nutsack, the texture felt so good in my hands. I liked moving the balls around too. His butthole was also in view while he laid back, so I rubbed that too. He was also playing with my butt and balls. “Every other week my dad likes to have his friends over and they play Quests, he calls himself the master and he tells the story that his friends interact with, and they roll dice and fight bad guys on paper. Daddy also has dice that he keeps to himself, you saw it, it was blue. When I sit in his lap while he tells the story he says not to say what the dice lands on, that makes it more fun for his friends. When he whispered into my ear before he told me to say the bard got hit by lightning no matter what I rolled…” I stayed quiet. Sean liked talking about his dad, and I liked when he did, he always smiled when he did. It was also funny that me playing with his balls didn’t distract him from talking about his dad. His hard weenie was thick and stubby. I played with the shaft like it was an arcade joystick. “I like your dad,” I said. “He talks kinda weird though.” “He has overactive saliva glands,” Sean explained, “so he has spit in his mouth when he talks a lot.” Sean turned to look at me. “His weenie’s also like ours. Head and balls.” My penis twitched in his hand when he said that. “You see your dad’s weenie?” “Yeah, his pajamas in the summer are a t-shirt and socks. Mom sometimes tells him to put briefs on when I can see it.” “What does he say to your mom when that happens?” “That it’s fine because we both have penises.” “I don’t see my dad’s weenie a lot,” I said, “but I see my older brother’s every day.” “What’s your brother like?” “He’s tall, he plays basketball at his high school.” “How do you get to see his weenie every day?” “We share a bedroom,” I said, playing with Sean’s balls again, “he taught me a lot of things about what our wieners do when we get older.” I continued. “He likes to take his underwear off in front of me and flop it at me,” I giggled, “he’s longer than I am. Some nights before bed, we lay in his bed, he puts his arm around my shoulder and he flops his wiener against mine, or he’ll play with my balls like how you’re doing right now.” “He sounds nice.” “He is! He and my dad are very nice.” “What’s your dad like?” “He’s big like me, he likes cars and sports. He doesn’t really show his weenie a whole lot though.” We kept playing with each others’ weens. We then played on his Nintendo for awhile. After some games, we heard Sean’s dad talk to us through his door. “Dinner, boys. Your mother brought home schome fried chicken.” We quickly put our underwear and bottoms back on and washed our hands in the bathroom before back to where Sean’s dad was playing Quests with his friends. ------------- Sean’s dad took a big bite into a drumstick. “Scho…you two know each other from school.” “Yes,” I said, taking a bite of some mashed potatoes. “You in the same class?” “No, dad, Tum is a year under me.” “Tum!” I smiled. “Isch it a nickname?” “It’s short for Thomas,” I said, “my brother gave me the nickname because of my tummy.” Sean’s dad grinned, “I love it!” Sean’s mom chimed in. “If you’re not in the same grade, how do you know each other?” I looked at Sean, who looked at me with a full mouth, somewhat alarmed. “We have recess together,” I said, “I see him after lunch.” “Oh, that’s nice. You play together, then.” We nodded. “He likes talking about computers and science and video games and comics and space shows and you,” I said, turning to Sean’s dad. “Heh, chip off the old block,” Sean’s dad responded, “I like talking about the schame things.” “What things do you like, Tum?” Sean’s mom asked. “Umm, I like video games and watching TV and playing outside and playing with my brother.” “And what’s your brother’s name?” “Patrick,” I said between bites, “He’s in high school. He is on the basketball team.” “He teach ya how to play?” Sean’s dad asked. “Yeah, but I’m not so good. He’s tall and skinny and fast and I’m not,” I giggled. “No one’sch perfect,” Sean’s dad took another bite of his chicken leg. ------------- After we finished eating, Sean and I went back to his bedroom. We took turns taking showers in his bathroom. I came back to his bedroom in a tanktop and briefs. He was sitting at his desk typing on his computer. He was in just a shirt and socks. “What are you playing?” I asked. “Quests, dad wrote a computer version of it for me to play.” I watched him play for a while, but there was nothing on the screen except words. “It’s like when dad spoke to his friends, you have to imagine it in your head,” he said when I asked about it. We laid on his bed again after a while. We laid opposite of each other so we could look at each others’ wieners. “Dad is probably gonna come in in a few minutes to wish us a good night.” “Should we put the blankets over us?” “I usually don’t. If you’re not okay with him seeing your weenie, you can.” I stayed uncovered, not even a minute later his dad knocked on the door. “Caution: Indeschent dad entering to wish his likely just-as-indecent son and friend a good night.” Sean’s dad opened the door. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with a red die that looked like the blue one he had playing Quests. He also had a blue pair of socks on. Sean was right, his penis looked just like Sean’s, only proportionally bigger to his body. “Ah, Tum. I schee you’re also a man of confidence,” he said, putting his fists on his hips. His dad weenie wobbled a bit as he did that. I giggled, “yeah, I don’t wear briefs to bed.” “Many great men don’t,” Sean’s dad responded. He came over to the bed and sat down. “How’s the debug going on the Quests beta, Sean?” “Good,” Sean said. He turned to me again. “I’ve taught Sean to look for any errors and bugs in the game one of my development teams and I are making. Where I work, we make computer schoftware.” He continued. “Questschs has been a favorite game of mine to play with friends since I was around Sean’s age, maybe a little older. The men you saw have been playing with me every other week since high school. Except for when one of us goes on vacation, we’ve never missed a game. I waszh over the moon when I learned that the game’s original creator contacted us to make a computer version of it.” I noticed that he spoke enthusiastically about his interests just like Sean did, only with more wet s-sounds. “If you’re intereschted, we can play a Quests scenario tomorrow to teach you how to play.” I smiled and nodded. “Alrighty, well, have a good night then, you two. I don’t want to interrupt the fun you two may have been having.” Sean’s dad stood up off the bed. He had a big dad butt. My wiener twitched when I saw it. He then turned around back at us. “Juscht be careful, you know the story of what happened to the two boys who played with each others’ penises for an extended period.” “What happened?” I asked. “Abscholutely nothing, it was a good time for them,” Sean’s dad said, smiling. “Juscht be gentle with each other, and keep yourselves quiet, you don’t want mom to hear.” The pig dad turned around, walking to Sean’s door. His dimpling, somewhat hairy butt wobbled a bit with each step he took. “G’night, boysch.” “G’night, dad.” “Good night.” Sean’s dad closed the door behind him. Sean turned to me, with a somewhat naughty look on his face. “Did you like my dad’s weenie?” I giggled. “Yeah, it was looking at me when he stood up.” Sean laughed. I saw Sean’s wiener bounce inward. I reached over and started playing with it. “I liked your dad’s butt too,” I said. “It’s big and hairy,” Sean responded. He turned over to his side, his penis slipping from my loose grip. “My butt’s not hairy.” Sean presented me with his rear end, which was also round, but much smoother. I started to rub the cheeks, letting my fingers tease the crack in between them. I then turned to my side, putting my arm around him, letting my nutsack rub against his butt. “Wanna grind?” I asked. “‘Grind?’” “My brother likes to grind me a lot. He holds me like this, and rubs his wiener against my butt. He kinda pushes into me with it and then goes back. I feel his wiener get hard on my butt when he does it.” “Oh,” he responded, “I’ve never heard it called that. Friends who sleep over have done that to me before. Tyler the bunny did it a lot last summer.” “Tyler?” “Maybe you saw him at school last year, he was a bunny with brown fur. He goes to middle school now.” I started to push into Sean. I reached around and started to rub his nutsack again. The ridges were so fun, I couldn’t stop touching them. My wiener grew and got very hard. I had to readjust myself so the bottom of my wiener rubbed against his butt. I remembered my brother always needing to do this. “Mmmm,” Sean sighed, “Your belly feels warm and soft on my back.” “Thanks,” I said, “I like your belly too.” I took my hand off of Sean’s balls and started rubbing his belly. It was very smooth, like his butt. My hand went up, into his shirt. I found one of his nipples with my hand. Sean started to giggle as I made a circular motion on his nipple with my finger. “You like that?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, “keep doing it.” I continued to press against him with my wiener while doing this. “Wanna push it into my butt?” Sean asked. “Yeah!” “Okay, you’re gonna have to get it wet first. Spit onto your hand.” “My brother does that before he puts his in my butt too,” I said. I spit into my hand and started rubbing my penis with it. I heard the sound of Sean spitting too. He then reached behind him and put his fingers into his butt. “Your weenie is thicker than Tyler’s and other friends I’ve done this with. Get it very wet.” I spit again into my hand and rubbed it onto my wiener some more. I pointed the head into Sean’s butthole after he took his fingers out. After a bit of pushing, I was inside the pig. “You ok?” I asked. “Yes, it feels nice. Push into me some more.” Sean looked back at me and smiled. I pushed in and out of him, slowly. He reached back and took one of my hands and guided it back to his nutsack, which I was happy to play with some more. We were quiet for awhile, aside from occasionally grunting and sighing. I pulled my head in behind Sean’s and started licking his face. He started giggling. “That tickles, Tum!” I giggled myself, and then continued licking some more as I pushed into his butt and rubbing his nutsack. I moved my hand over to his wiener, which was very hard. The head twitched when I rubbed it. I moved my hand all over him, from the tip of his wiener to where his nutsack ended, up to his belly, feeling how soft and warm and round it was, back up to his nipples to make circular motions on them with my finger. “Do you like kisses?” I asked. “Yes!” I started to kiss the back of his neck. “Heh, wait!” Sean turned his head to face me. “Now kiss.” Our lips touched, and his tongue came out to touch mine. I started to lick his tongue. He licked mine back. I moved my hand back to his wiener, which was bouncing a lot. We got out of the kiss. “My brother likes to kiss me a lot, especially after he comes in me.” “It’s nice! I like how your tongue feels on mine.” We went quiet again, but only for a bit. “Ahh…hng…aaang!” His wiener twitched a lot very quickly in my hand. I felt a sudden pressure inside of me. “Oooh…hmm!” My own wiener started to twitch a lot inside of Sean. I felt the pig touch the tip of his wiener. I let go of it. “Still dry…” he said. “I don’t think I came either,” I said. I pulled my wiener out of Sean’s butt. He rolled over to face me. “That’s okay. It still felt really good. Did you wanna kiss some more?” He put his hand on the side of my face. “Yeah!” We pressed our lips together again, letting our tongues lick each other some more. ------------- We woke up to the sound of knocking on Sean’s door. I yawned and stretched under the pig’s blanket. “Come in,” Sean said. Sean’s dad, wearing a robe and a wizard hat, entered the room. The robe was open, showing he was still wearing only a shirt underneath. He held out the blue die from yesterday. “The Maschter’szh dice…it calls you…TUM.” He had a very serious look on his face. Seeing that look with his wiener out made me giggle. “COME, BOYS! IT’SCH TIME FOR TUM TO LEARN HOW TO LIVE, TRAVERSE, SLAY, AND CONQUER IN HIS…QUESTSCHS!” “Okay, daddy.” Sean threw the blanket off of us. “Oh, uhh…” Sean’s dad looked down and closed and tied up his robe. “Maybe put schome briefs on first. Mom’s vacuuming the house and you know how she feels about boy butts on display outside of your room.”