Hi, I'm Jaxon!
Chapter 9 - The Narrow Tunnel

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Not everyone could understand boy like Daniel. To say the truth, only a few, including his family, managed to figure out how does he feels like, but at the same time, they were the first to forget about his fears and doubts in the moments of anger. Daniel described his social anxiety disorder as something that was ruining his life, he was living in constant stress, he was overthinking all the minor situations, jumping to the worst conclusions every time to the point of feeling sick. His panic attacks were occurring every time when he was out of the home, in the new area, when no friends or relatives were nearby. Stores, especially the small ones were the worst thing, all the walls were crushing him, there was no way out, there were a lot of people and everyone seemed to stare at him. He knew that they are talking about him, laughing at him, he knew what they are thinking, and was sure that these were only the worst thoughts.

Daniel's head was racing, he knew that it was all bullshit but it still affected him. Being ultra depressed all the time, hoping to stay in his comfort zone he kept thinking of his safe room where nobody can hurt him. And the interactions with other people, even when they were the friendly ones were really hard. He was always trying to act cool, impress everyone, do not sound stupid, ignorant, he wanted to prove that he is worth it. The anxiety was going away and coming back when not expected, the good morning was turning into a terrible day. And the terrible day turned into a sleepless night. Nothing made any sense, the monster inside his head kept devouring more and more of his mind, of his life, Daniel sensed that he was existing but not living. And the monster laughed at him even now, when he was bawling his eyes out, howling loudly, feeling that the sting in his cheek is not going away – it was as if Jaxon, his older brother, was slapping him over and over. He was alone in the whole universe, far away from home, his little body was shaking, his tears were wetting the pillow.

This evening was one of the worst in his life, he started wondering if things will get better, as at this very moment he could not imagine forgiving Jaxon. Daniel knew that the older boy destroyed everything he loved as soon as he heard the jar shattering against the floor, followed by Jaxon's shouts. Daniel could swear he heard his mother's voice, if she was there not of this would happen, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to be happy. The poor, helpless boy was unable to say when and how this happened but he felt asleep rather quickly, dreaming of the better times, of the world where he is one of the most amazing and brave boys ever. The world where people were good for him. At some point, a few hours later he sensed that someone is sitting on the bed beside him, stroking his hair, smiling at him. Daniel felt that he is all sweaty, the air felt really hot and dusty, and he could smell the late dinner being cooked in the kitchen. Some distant tones of old music could be heard from the hallway, ringing in his ears. Of course, Daniel was like his brother, he was not able to say who the artist was, but knew that this song was one of his father's favorites.

It was already dark when Carter got home and instantly figured out that something was not right. The home was all quiet, not even the most silent whimper could be heard as he walked inside, all lights were turned off, no sign of his sons. It was unusual, at first he was concerned but as soon as he walked into Jaxon's room he understood what happened. Looking at his older son's face he noticed that his eyes were all swollen, red, some dried tears could be visible on the velvet skin of his cheeks. Jaxon was sleeping fitfully as if he was dreaming the worst of nightmares, he was clenching his fists, whispering something. Carter knew that Jaxon was not a crybaby, he was the strongest one, the one full of courage, who was told to never give up. So, whatever happened it had to be serious. Especially when the man noticed that Daniel was in the same, miserable state. All the efforts to bring the boys together failed, he knew that they got into the most serious fight of their life.

“Hey, Daniel. How are you?” The man asked, looking into his son's eyes, they were still wet from tears. “What happened between you and Jaxon?”

“E-Uhh....” Daniel murmured, looked at his father, blinked twice and turned away from him not sure how to reply or react. He wanted to confess everything, but at the same time, something was telling him that nobody can help him in any way.

“You should take a shower. It will get better, remember what Mr. Bergeron said? You need to stay positive, no matter what. Come on, let's just get you out of these clothes.” The man advised, recalling words of his son's psychologist. He was a father, he wanted to help his uptight, precious son. “Daniel...”

The boy remained silent for the next few minutes, the man tried to do anything at all, to cheer his son up, but Daniel kept pretending that he is sleeping. He was fighting his own problems in his own, little world. Carter sighed loudly and walked out of his son's room, closing the door behind him. Looking in the kitchen he spotted the glass of whiskey he poured himself a little earlier, it was now all warm, disgusting. A few weeks ago he hoped that alcohol can solve all of his problems, he never had a problem with drinking and knew where to stop. But now things were changing – he was ready to swallow the whole bottle at once if this meant that his family will be all happy again. Before returning to the kitchen and serving the supper Carter decided to check on Jaxon, he wondered if his older son will be more talkative and tell him what happened and why the backyard was full of the glass and the coconut oil.

“Jaxon, wake up.” He grabbed his child's arm and shook it. “We need to talk.”

At first, Jaxon was all confused, but as soon as he opened his dark eyes all the memories returned to him. And it was not easy to recall them, he felt ashamed of himself, of what he did, he still tried to find some clear answer why any of this happened. He could blame his brain, his hormones, the stupid puberty which was turning his life upside down. Plus there was the thing about the board. It was getting worse each day, and now when he finally understood who is in charge of the community it made him afraid of his present and the future. For some reason, the board's thing was not as important as his argument with Daniel, which seemed overwhelming. Jaxon felt terrible soreness in his throat and mouth, even his eyes ached as he looked into the dark, trying to locate his father's face.

“Hi dad...”

“What happened?” The man asked using a patient tone, holding his son's naked arm, rubbing it gently. Jaxon's body was all tensed up. “With you and Daniel. And the jar outside.”

“I don't know. I don't know what happened. Dad...” Jaxon paused, trying to find some support in his father's eyes. “I think I'm in trouble. I...”

As much as he wanted to reveal everything he could not do it. No words escaped his throat as he tried to describe what happened during the past week. Jaxon did not know where to start, he did not know what to expect. Would his father spank him? Slap him? He totally deserved it, he recalled all the things his mother was saying about the porn movies, about sexuality, about being a good christian. She was his role model, always good, always giving, she couldn't be wrong and he let the dark, perverted world to claim him so easily. After all, he wasn't even resisting, he exposed himself to the community of perverts and, and he had to admit that he loved every minute of it. Things like these are never easy to explain, especially if you are twelve-year-old boy battling your own thoughts.

“I'm listening.” The man stated. “I know you are in trouble. You both were crying, Daniel is still shaking, I'm really worried about him. And the school starts in just a few days. He's not ready.”

“I w-was browsing the internet the other day, after mom's funeral. And I... Dad it was so stupid....” The loud sound of alarm clock coming from the kitchen interrupted him. The man got up and rushed outside, recalling that the food is being cooked. The sharp smell of burnt flesh filled the house, another disaster.

Jaxon never received another chance to finish his story this evening. The dinner thing seemed more important. Cursing quietly Carter looked at all the mess in the kitchen and slammed his fist against the table. The cooking seemed so easy and yet so hard, especially when he wanted to keep the tradition of healthy eating. Eventually, the man decided to order the pizza for both boys but never touched it himself, feeling all angry, resigned. They were eating the meal in a total silence, the boys ignored each other, looking at the floor. Drinking his whiskey, watching both of them Carter wondering how to start the discussion. But no conversation occurred, nothing happened and he kept pouring more and more of the alcohol, feeling better with every sip, enjoying the rich smell and taste of expensive whiskey. At some point, he told Daniel and Jaxon to go to sleep and they obeyed right away, leaving the kitchen without a single word. He collapsed on the top of his own bed, let out a loud sigh, feeling all dizzy. This was one of these days that were plain terrible, a tragic Monday. Everything was going downhill.

But the next days were not quite better. On the eleventh august, three days after the fatal incident the tension between two brothers finally released. Jaxon felt some uncanny sexual frustration as he kept thinking about the board, Daniel could not fully forgive him what happened recently, and Carter was struggling in both work and home. Ninth, the tenth of august, these were the silent days of torment. It was still an early morning when things changed and both boys decided to bury the hatched. It was necessary, Daniel needed it.

Trying to kill the time Jaxon spent his free time playing Team Fortress 2, locked inside his room. Cursing silently, seeing as he is killed over and over again by random Spies appearing out of nowhere he kept switching between characters each round as he was barely able to score some points. He played this game for over one thousand hours and still sensed that he sucks at it. Even some of the team mates started calling him bad names. Still, for some reason he liked multiplayer games more, he considered playing them some kind of sport, a competition. His mobile and tablet were turned off, he did not care about other people, his friends or about the board. Eventually, he also decided to accept some of the gifts sent by board's members - if they were giving he was taking, blocking them after redeeming the keys.

Sure, he wanted to speak to Daniel, to explain what happened but his little brother was ignoring him, pretending that Jaxon is invisible, walking out of the room as soon as Jaxon stepped inside. The anger was growing inside the older teenager, he was trying to neglect his primal instincts, to not think about the growing sexual tension, but the longer he did the more aggressive he was becoming. His testosterone-filled body wanted to relax, but thanks to the hormones he felt as if he was having some sort of superpowers, he felt immortal, ready to climb the highest mountain. Wanting to waste some of the overwhelming energy he decided to start this day with some basic workout – he was doing push-ups but managed to do only fifteen of them before he had to stop, breathing loudly. And when he was punching the pillow pretending that he is a boxer he spotted that Daniel walked into the room, dressed in nothing but his boxers. His hair was a mess.

“What are you doing?” The younger boy asked, looking at his brother's body, which was wet from sweat. Jaxon remained shirtless as he kept hitting the poor pillow as if he was expecting to destroy it with his little fists.

“Nothing.” Jaxon murmured. He was a bit surprised to see that his brother made the first move. “What do you want?” He knew that his tone was not polite, but he was not able to control it.

“I need you.” The boy claimed, stepping forward. This was one of these rare moments when he was able to control the situation and his feelings. His therapist was clear about it – he needed to be as honest as possible, describe his mind precisely. “I-I'm afraid of dark, dad is never there to tell me a story before I go to sleep. I have nightmares and because of this... I m-mean... when I woke up... I think... I-I peed in the bed again.”

“Ah, I thought...” Jaxon bit his tongue. He knew that Daniel's bed wetting was still a problem, but never had to deal with it by himself. The last time his brother peed in the bed was over two months ago, shortly before his tenth birthday. “Alright, just go and take a shower then. I will change your bed sheets...”

“Th-thanks Jaxon.”

Walking into his brother's room Jaxon felt the sharp smell of urine right away. The big, still damp yellow stain was all over the middle of the bed, it seemed rather fresh as if the boy peed few minutes before waking up. “Ehh, Daniel.” Jaxon thought, clenching his mouth, reaching for the cheap napkins, hoping to wipe some of the fluid. It was eight in the morning – sufficient to say that cleaning up his brother's mess was not something Jaxon enjoyed. Thanks to the mattress pad the mattress itself was left still dry, so changing the sheets was not a big problem. As a matter of fact, Jaxon could not understand why Daniel was not able to do this by himself. But it was always like this – the little boy required a little help every now and then, even with the simplest tasks, and the school homework was just a nightmare.

Grabbing the dirty sheets Jaxon went into Daniel's bathroom where the washing machine was located and dumped the cloth into the laundry basket. The blond-haired teenager caught a glimpse of his brother's silhouette, the boy was taking the shower, sitting on the floor, resting his forehead on arms, allowing the water to flow down all over him. He was not moving, just sitting, meditating. Feeling some strange sensation down his stomach Jaxon walked closer to the shower, trying to figure out what was Daniel doing, but the thick, mosaic glass obscured all the view. It's not that he wanted to see his brother in all glory. He did it in the past – when they were younger mother used to shower them together, they liked to swim in the pool wearing no clothes at all, they had no secrets. But as Jaxon got older this changed. Not a big surprise for a boy who wanted to get a little bit of privacy as his body was developing and getting all strange.

“Daniel, are you alright?” Jaxon asked, feeling all insecure. Once again he could smell the coconut shower gel, which brought back the memories. “Hey!” He said louder, wondering why his brother was not responding.

Gulping loudly Jaxon reached for the door, unsure if he should invade his brother's safe space. However, he needed to know if Daniel is okay and make sure that nothing bad happened to him. All because the uncanny feelings weren't going away. The lump in his throat was almost painful, he shivered a little as he opened the shower door looking inside.

Daniel was still sitting on the floor, naked, hugging his legs, looking down and crying. The noise of water was so loud that Jaxon was not able to hear boy's sobs. He sighed a little, turned the water off and grabbed the towel, kneeling beside his younger brother. It took him a while, but Daniel finally noticed his brother's presence and glanced at him with his sad eyes, full of tears.

“What's wrong?” Jaxon asked, reaching for his brother's arm, brushing the fresh towel against it. Then he thought that drying up the wet hair first would be a better idea as Daniel preferred to keep his hair a little longer. Unlike Jaxon he was going all natural, not styling the haircut in any way. “Hey, tell me.”

“I don't know. I just can't... Do you love me?” Daniel asked. Their eyes met as if they were trying to look deep into each other souls.

“Of course, I do, don't be stupid.” Jaxon replied, still massaging his brother's hair and neck, making sure that no water is left behind. “You are my brother. Oh man, this is sooo cheesy... I will always love you.”

“Then why did you...” The younger boy wanted to ask the most important question but was interrupted mid-sentence by his caring brother.

“I don't know. This just happened. I'm sorry. I'm feeling terrible with it.”

“It hurts.” The boy explained looking at the floor once again.

“If you want you can slap me. I don't care. If you think that this will make you better... or something.” Jaxon suggested, squeezing the towel with both hands, trying to cheer his brother up. It was true, he did not care, not at all, he wanted to end the crisis, knowing that there was no point in continuing it.

“Hug me. I need someone to hug me like mommy did.”

“I'm not hugging you, you are naked!” Jaxon smirked, taking a step backwards.

To his surprise, Daniel was in a much better mood as soon as he heard these words. Perhaps the younger boy considered it some sort of challenge. It took him a little over two seconds to jump out of the shower and grasp his brother's waist so Jaxon was unable to move away and escape the unexpected attack. Daniel squeezed him tightly, his head rested on taller brother's shoulder. Feeling other boy's body clinging to his Jaxon felt familiar hotness all over his crotch, his heart beating speed up, he let out a silent sigh. And as Daniel kept pressing, squishing and squeezing the sensation became even stronger.

The older teenager was unsure what to do with his own hands but he eventually rested them on his brother's wet sides, trying to push him away. He knew what is coming and he wanted to avoid it – his teenage penis was hungry for some pleasure and for some reason it became erected just now, tenting the shorts, crushed between two bodies. To his surprise Daniel was not able to feel his hardness or simply ignored it, focusing entirely on their small intimate moment he adored. In the end, Jaxon was all covered by water which dripped down Daniel's body. A win-win situation – The young boy got what he wanted plus he pulled another innocent prank on his brother.

“We should do this more often.” Daniel said, looking up at his brother's blushing face. A light smile appeared on his face. “Thanks, Jaxon.” The boy knelt on the floor, grabbing the towel, covering his private parts quickly.

“Sure, whatever.” Jaxon turned away, gulping loudly, feeling another wave of hotness all over his belly. Checking if his brother left the bathroom he tried to hide his erection by tucking his maturing organ in the waistband of his shorts. The good old-fashioned method he discovered recently, thanks to some YouTube movie, which mentioned it.

As soon as he walked into his room he felt some sudden relief, knowing that things are back to normal. Well, most things – the board problem was still there and Jaxon made the first step to free himself from it. Just yesterday he deleted all the content he downloaded from the board. He suspected he could just delete the account and ignore about everything posted there, hoping that nobody will figure out his personal info. In the end, they would forget about him, sure, it would take years, but the boy knew that as long as he stays away from people like the board's members he will be safe. Sort of.

On the other side – there was this interesting boy called Micutul, the one who needed him, who needed money and his help. He was not doing it only to show off his body and get some free porn like Jaxon did. The board was helpful to him and as much as Jaxon wanted to report it somewhere he knew that he would need to explain why his account is among the most popular ones. And then they would also track down Kyle. Yes, Kyle, was he even aware of it? Did he recommend him the board on the purpose? What was his role in all of this? Jaxon was thinking so intense that before he noticed he was there again – somehow his brain ordered the body to log into the hidden community.

“There should be an option to remove all my posts...” Jaxon thought, navigating to the account settings.

There it was, a red one button. A big one. According to the description, one click would remove everything that Jaxon posted, wipe out all of his posts and messages. Jaxon was not stupid – he knew that most of the users saved his photos and videos, there was no way to stop them from doing it. But he sensed that his journey is over, that it could be over, just like that. However, deep inside he tried to justify his actions, his brain needed another dose of dopamine, he heard voices telling him that the porn is not that bad, that he should give it a final go. The horny teenager started recalling all the photos he saw, the perverted things he loved, the forbidden fruit he tasted – after all he explored just a little chunk of the whole board, there was more of it and he was full of doubt.

To his surprise his thoughts were changing rather dynamically – he knew what is wrong and what is right and still wished to do the wrong thing as it felt better. Just once to release the growing tension, just once to feel the fire all over his loins. Jaxon's strong will was a weak one – especially when he knew that he can satisfy his needs so easily, without trouble. But he clicked the button anyway.

Two things happened at once. And Jaxon believed in some sort of fate, he knew that such things aren't happening for no reason. As soon as he started typing his password to confirm the action another message appeared in the middle of the screen. A short one, but in a long term it changed everything, silencing Jaxon's inner voices of guilt and doubt.

Hi Jax!

So, as you may know we asked the community what video do they want before we promote you to next section (really hot one!). They want you to stick something up your ass, as deep as you can, they want you to moan as you fuck yourself and record the video for us. So, what do you think? You did fine with the fingers. Ask me if you need any help.

Jaxon replied right away, seeing that the moderator is still available and ready to answer his questions. Oh, Jaxon had plenty of them and his decision depended on how they will be answered. His message was even shorter.

Is it true that this is the board for old pedos?

While waiting for the answer he navigated to the Micutul's thread, noticing that the boy posted another video, reaching the second level on the board thanks to it. Jaxon did not want to download it, but judging from the description it featured something really weird and perverted. The community wanted to see Micutul playing with his feet, sucking on his toes and cumming all over them, licking them clean afterward. To be honest, Jaxon was hundred percent sure that sex was not about things like these. If only he could discuss it with someone. Find the right answer – he assumed that there must be one.

As he kept scrolling the board he noticed that new threads in introductions' section are created rather quickly, new boys appeared on the board, all ready to share their treasures with people who wished to see them. These boys were the cute ones, Jaxon could swear he saw some of them in the school, they all looked similar, especially when they posted their first nude photos. A thousands of dicks, all shapes and sizes, cut and uncut, ugly and nice, all of them posted without a second thought.

Then the answer arrived.

I know what you mean, and to be honest I thought you are aware of it? I mean, you seem smart - do you think that a bunch of random kids could run a board like this? I'm 14, really... and the majority of users are boys our age. You can even see my posts – it's the only proof I have. Do you feel bad because of this board? Does someone wants to harm you? Please tell me what's your problem. We aren't forcing you to post or anything, we are just having fun, we aren't hiding our thoughts and feelings. Do you know what I mean? This is the place where boys can be boys. There are no parents or teachers, nobody laughs at you, you are true to you. Check the chat section sometimes, this is not just about jerking off, really.

I mean, you sure may be concerned knowing that some old guys are looking at your posts, but check the comments in your threads, most of them were posted by the boys like you, some are even crushing on you badly. And not ALL men are that bad, some of them are actually thinking with their brain instead of their dick. I love spending time with them, it's good to have an adult friend who understands you and who can hold your hand.

So here's my advice – if you don't feel good just leave. We are fine here, we love the attention we are getting. And some of us had the most wonderful fun, thanks to the community. Wouldn't you want someone to suck your dick and rim your tight hole? Ask anyone who reached level 3 how does it feel.

Sorry to see you go. I wish I could convince you to stay a little longer. Things are getting fun once you reach your next rank. It's a boy+boy section. And they do it all...

Jaxon's heart skipped a beat as he felt that his arousal was growing with each minute he spent reading the message over and over as if he expected that there's some hidden meaning. He could not understand why but he trusted this guy, perhaps it was always the other way around? Perhaps parents were telling him to stay away from such content because they were afraid that he will like it? Or perhaps these people weren't the worst, it was just the image created by media? It was true, no harm was done just yet, he did not mind getting some of the attention, he loved all the things he learned so far and he wanted to continue. He wanted someone to suck his maturing dick!

But he could not agree with one thing – the board was not making him that happy. And Micutul was just another example of the boy who seemed rather unhappy to be here. In his most recent photos the boy appeared to be extra sad, Jaxon could swear that his friend was crying between the shots. And as much as he wanted to help him he figured out that there's nothing he can do. The Romanian boy was just another person who he will never meet. The only thing Jaxon could do was responding to the message, asking the boy if he could possibly support him in any way. Of course, the thoughts returned to him during the dinner.

“Dad? Is there any way we could send some money to Romania?” The boy asked, feeling that both his father and brother are looking at him curiously.

“Why would you want to do that?” The man responded, frowning. “I mean, I think you can send the money anywhere as long as you have them.”

“I'm just asking.” Jaxon remarked, biting his lip, looking down at his still full plate. He was not hungry, he was stressed knowing what is ahead of him. Not an easy task, especially when Daniel was still around. “I want to help my friend.”

“He will scam you. Where did you meet this kid?”

“Dad... These are my money. I'm just asking if you can send them.” Jaxon answered, trying to switch the subject of their conversation.

“No, I can not.” Carter replied.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know what's going on. Your mom was in charge of everything you did, now I'm responsible for you. And I want to keep you away from all the troubles. This won't change.” The man explained, hoping that his son will understand. For him, it seemed like another stupid idea.

Groaning loudly Jaxon rolled his eyes trying to focus on his meal. He could not believe that they were still treating him like a baby. Having a monitored social media accounts was one thing, but feeling that his life is controlled by other people was another one. And he hated it all, wanted to rebel, wanted to show that he is mature enough to decide what's good for him. The hidden board seemed like a good way to show who he really is, the moderator was right. The truth was fairly clear, he was one horny twelve year old boy, who was becoming corrupted. As soon as he finished the dinner and his father left for work Jaxon did the dishes and cleaned up the whole kitchen. While putting the fresh products into the refrigerator he caught a glimpse of some vegetables lying on the shelf. This one cucumber had rather interesting shape, size, was covered by little bumps. Jaxon grabbed it, sliding his fingers across the hard surface. He had to admit it felt strange - thinking about this innocently looking food that way, but he really wanted to try it.

It was an early evening as he and Daniel played some console games in a total silence. They had a deal – Daniel promised to not disturb Jaxon for the rest of the day as long as his brother spends some time with him. So, they were playing, eating some junk food, watching a little bit of TV. They also went outside to the Shadow Ranch Recreation Center, which was located not that far away from their home. This was one of these places where they could spend the whole day, but Jaxon kept staring at the clock, feeling all excited as he realized that he will break some stupid rules again. And if the old perverts are going to see it? So what, he had nothing to be ashamed about. He was perfect. Of course, he kept promising himself that this will be the last video, he just wanted to take a peek at the next board's section which interested him the most. Being a damn curious he wondered how is it possible for two boys to have sex, he wanted to see the perverted images, their faces, feel their emotions.

Jaxon prepared some quick supper for his brother and father, knowing that the man will return in a few hours. His brother was entirely focused watching The Amazing Word of Gumball marathon and did not notice that his older brother disappeared, closing himself in his own room. This was risky and Jaxon knew it, there were no locks on the room's door and Daniel would surely have a lot of questions if he busted Jaxon all naked, doing the stuff. The horny teenager prepared the cameras, he decided to record two movies at once, placing one in the front of the bed, and the second to the right side of it so it was pointing at the door. Then he was all ready.

He almost tore off his clothes, leaving only boxers, hoping to pull them up in the case of some unexpected accident. Of course, he hoped that things will go smooth, but still felt all insecure and excited at the same time. He could not wait to start touching himself, it's not hard to imagine how was he acting, all shaky, all impatient. Jaxon took a deep breath, sliding his hand down his body, massaging his tummy, looking around. Starting the recording he rested on the bed, spreading his legs slightly, pushing his cute, round butt up. The cucumber was lying right next to him, along with the jar or coconut oil. Jaxon made sure to cover the object with some of the damned oil, he was quite experienced in it, he figured out how important the lubrication was.

Lowering his underwear down his knees he exposed himself in front of his fans. Reaching for the buttocks with both hands he parted them, his face was pressed against the soft pillow, he could smell his own scent, he could feel the blood being pumped inside his body. Yes, he was ready, indeed. Besides, the blood found its way rather quickly, filling his penis, making it rock hard within few moments. The boy massaged his hole once more, thinking how much he loves it. Every little caress or pinch sent waves of soft electricity all over his flaming crotch. The strange pain-pleasure sensation was almost unbearable, his body, his brain, his little, corrupted soul needed it all. Jaxon started doing the thing teenage boys are best at. Placing both fingers at the sides of his sensitive anus he tried to slide them inside and prepare his opening for even greater penetration. He was still virgin tight, his little-puckered rectum was clenching around his fingers, blocking them from getting deeper. Jaxon dipped them both in the jar, smearing his fingers with the sticky oil, feeling that it is melting as soon as his hot fingers touched it. Once they were all slippery he made another attempt.

He was all hungry for the lust, he was crazy thinking of his fingers, the hidden prostate and stuck out his tongue as soon as he pressed both fingers against his boyish, slightly reddened anus. A low moan escaped his throat when he forced two fingers inside, putting pressure on all muscles standing in his way. Coating the tight tunnel with more of sticky substance Jaxon started drilling his way in – he actually loved the sensation of his fingers being crushed by the muscles, but defeating them was even better. Touching the soft spots of pink flesh for the first time was something unbelievably satisfying. Jaxon tried to mumble his moan by covering his mouth with the pillow but still suspected that Daniel will hear him. Or maybe this is what he wanted? Maybe he wanted to be caught by the little bro? “Nonsense.” Jaxon thought, getting deeper and deeper, breathing heavily as soon as his knuckles touched the wrinkled skin. Wiggling them inside he had to bit his lip when they touched the prostate.

It was even worse with his penis. The organ felt on fire, the erection was painful, the foreskin was retracted revealing the swollen head. The very top of his shaft and the testicles seemed to sting every few moments as the boy kept pleasuring himself. Jaxon wished to grab it and masturbate furiously, but he remembered that the greatest test was still ahead of him and that the cucumber was bigger than two fingers. Jaxon liked the challenges and this was one of them – he wanted to assault his own hole, spread it wide, put something big deep inside, feel the pleasure he adored so much. After grasping the cucumber he lined it up with his hole, it felt gigantic, rough as he brushed the tip of the object against his loosened up, wet opening. The invasion started with a loud grunt.

“Oh shit... Oh...” The teenager cried silently.

The soft folds of his anus parted slightly, allowing the wet tip of the vegetable to slide inside. Of course, the top was much smaller than the rest of the object, which was almost fifteen centimeters long, way more heavy and solid than his fingers. It was a battering ram which was unbreakable, ready to penetrate any wall and any gate standing in its way. The boy put some more pressure on it, putting the second hand on the puckered skin around his anus, trying to spread it slightly. It felt so slippery, the little rectum was glistening with sweat and oil as boy massaged it, sensing that the cucumber is getting wider with every moment. A sudden wave of pain surged through his body and Jaxon groaned, his body tensed up, pushing the object outside with a loud pop. The horny teenager kept trying, he coated his fingers with some more of the oil and slid them both inside, fucking himself for few seconds, going in and out, relaxing the velvet muscles of his anus.

Jaxon thought that changing the position would surely help and laid down on his back, pulling the knees up to his chest, exposing his boyish, virgin hole to the camera. It seemed as tight as before, but it parted slightly when Jaxon pushed the cucumber against it, getting the tip inside without the throuble. He clenched his teeth, held his breath, a grimace appeared on his face, all the muscles in his arm tensed up as he tried to penetrate himself even further. Slowly, millimeter after millimeter his elastic rectum was opening and more of the object disappeared inside. The boy could swear he could feel all the little bumps covering the cucumber, brushing against his skin, he could feel how hard it was. Another loud grunt escaped his throat as the mixture of pain and pleasure appeared down there when the vegetable touched some sensitive spot inside him. His anus was fighting but losing the battle, for brief second Jaxon thought that he is not able to take more of the object but somehow it found its way, penetrating him more, spreading the still clenching hole. Jaxon was fucking himself properly for the first time in his life and loved it despite the pain and sweat covering his whole shaking body.

Oh, the narrow, virgin tunnel, the delicate pink walls, the wrinkled surface. All of them were providing him with the true pleasure as he kept stuffing himself, all nervous, excited, on fire. His penis and prostate were stinging so much he thought that he will explode anytime soon, or better yet, that he will tear his precious hole. It's hard to imagine the pleasure he was feeling, this was nothing like masturbation, this was the joy of discovery, doing something forbidden, a perverted act performed by the most handsome boy ever. He moaned again, over and over feeling that his task is almost completed. The very top of the cucumber was already on the other side, it penetrated the tight walls of rectum fully, while the rest of it was squeezed by them. Jaxon retracted the cucumber slowly pulling it out, crying in joy as the small bumps kept massaging his anus. Then he pushed again, getting deeper.

All the viewers were able to see his boyish hole filled by the green object which was sticking out, dripping the oil down boy's body. And the anus itself was all red, swollen, stretched. Jaxon attempted to drill the cucumber to the sides, using it to spread the muscles even further but as soon as he did this he felt pleasure so intense he had to open his mouth, but not the most silent breath or moan escaped them. The dopamine and adrenaline being pumped into his body sent him to heaven, his mind became black for few seconds as he tried to catch his breath. He wished to end this right now. Resting one hand on the cucumber he moved the second one on his erected penis. Jaxon began sliding the object in and out of his anus hearing nothing but loud, slippery sounds accompanied by waves of soft pain. His actions were getting stronger and faster, after few seconds he was impaling himself without much of problem, the flames of lust were now burning his crotch, becoming almost unbearable.

His second hand, all coated by oil started stroking his boyish shaft furiously, slapping against the poor testicles every second, providing yet another source of unusual, wet sounds. Strangely enough, no sound escaped his throat, his mouth was parted, he stuck his tongue out, drooling, his eyes were clenched. Every little muscle seemed to work along, tense up and release as Jaxon kept the session going. Eventually, he attempted to push the cucumber deeper and succeeded, feeling that it pressed against his soft prostate. He was done, his teenage body reached the very edge, his sex-obsessed brain was fogged with dopamine.

There was no escape now, he was breathing deeply, inhaling on his own boyish scent and the coconut oil, trembling as if he was having some sort of attack. His heart seemed to skip a few beats, his tired fingers grasped tightly the throbbing penis, his toes were wiggling to the sides as if the boy's excitement was escaping through them. Leaving the sticky cucumber inside he gripped his hairless scrotum, squeezing the pulsating hot testicles, they were like two little embers, scalding his fingers. As the uncanny orgasm approached him his muscles were clenching up, his violated anus began slowly pushing the cucumber out, his spit was dripping down his chin. Jaxon only hoped that this time nothing will spurt out of his penis as it was located directly in front of his angelic face. Thankfully, his orgasm was dry, but even though the idea of peeing inside his own mouth seemed rather exciting right now. He could do it, he knew he could.

“Oh... My...” He began panting, hearing the distant footsteps down the hallway. Someone was getting closer.

The cucumber escaped Jaxon's swollen anus, the tightening muscles made it jump out of the freshly fucked hole, which was now gaping wide, leaking boy's juices onto the bed. Unfortunately for the teenager, the object fell on the floor, making a lot of noise. Jaxon was unable to move for few seconds but somehow managed to grab the bed's sheets and cover himself. He was all naked, exhausted, covered in sweat and oil, still panting when the door to his room opened. Daniel looked rather concerned, his cute eyes were full of fear as he noticed Jaxon laying in the bed.

“Ja-Jaxon? Are you alive? I've heard some noise...” The boy walked closer to the bed, his brain was full of worst thoughts as he received no reply from his brother.

And Jaxon tried to gather some strength, to his surprise he could not even move his little finger. His body was all shivering, paralyzed, still under the effect of an overwhelming orgasm. The boy prayed for one thing, he hoped that Daniel won't notice the slimy cucumber on the floor and won't ask any questions. “Oh god, if he did... if he touched it...” Jaxon thought, blinking rapidly, moving his head to the side as soon as Daniel approached the bed.

“I'm fine, Daniel.” The teenager answered, feeling that some wet puddle started forming under his leaking butt hole. His sore anus seemed quite painful now. “I was just meditating... you know, like mom did. And you can't just stop it like that. You have to count from one to ten.”

“Ah, okay.” The boy stated, sitting on the bed, unaware that his older brother is stark naked under the covers. “I'm going to bed. Can you tell me a nice story? Like the one about the dragon.” Daniel pleaded, looking at Jaxon with his big, sleepy eyes.

“Sure, bro. Just give me five minutes. Brush your teeth and don't forget to floss.” Jaxon advised him, hoping to get few moments to clean himself up.

As soon as the younger boy left the room Jaxon rushed to grab the vegetable and threw it under the bed, he also turned the cameras off. He completely forgot that he is being recorded and knew that there was no way he could cut off Daniel from the movie, Jaxon's video editing skills were close to none. Walking into the bathroom he took a really quick shower, paying extra attention to his gaping, reddened anus, he slid the soap covered finger inside without any problem and played with his prostate a little bit. To say the truth he could not wait to try it again, masturbation was one thing, but having something up his butt felt even more amazing. Within few minutes he was in his brother's room, sitting on Daniel's bed, trying to make up some nice and funny bedtime story. He recalled one of the short stories from the internet and decided to make use of it.

“So, I was reading this one yesterday, I don't quite understand it, but it's interesting. What do you think? Will we be here forever?” Jaxon asked, smiling as he saw the confusion crossing his brother's face.

“This doesn't sound like a bedtime story. Not at all.”

“I mean, I was thinking... What will happen to all humans in one thousand years? Or maybe one million years?” Jaxon's voice was getting all excited. “At some point earth will not exist anymore. The sun will burn everything. Everything will be gone.”

“Jaxon, stop it.” The younger boy protested, putting his hands over the ears. “I don't want to hear it.”

“Ah, shame. I guess dad will be more interested hearing it. I just wanted to share it with someone.” Jaxon explained, still smirking. He was not lying, he often wondered how and where the world as we know it will end. For now, he felt immortal, he did not want to become a boring grown-up but knew that there's no way to stop things from happening. “So, here's another one...”

Twenty-two minutes were enough for Daniel to drift to sleep, the little boy was also exhausted, this day was extra exciting and for the first time in a few days he could sleep peacefully, nothing bothered his mind. As a part of evening ritual Jaxon lowered his lips to brother's cheek and kissed him, he also spent a moment adoring his younger brother's beauty and innocence. He was not going to lie, he would do anything to make his little brother happy, to save him all the pain he felt in past weeks, to find a way to release boy's stress. Making sure that Daniel is all comfy and safe Jaxon left the room, walking to his own. He still had to upload the video.

His mind was still full of the ideas as he kept thinking about the end. It was easier to make any decision this way. Of course, he knew that some day nobody will remember him anymore, nobody will mention his name, he would be like the millions of others who lived and died, leaving no trace behind. Jaxon knew that his videos will disappear over time, it will take years, a new technology, at some point all copies will be destroyed. The boy named Jaxon will cease to exist. These were the mysterious workings of the maturing boy's brain – he was thinking of big things, depressing things, he was questioning the way the world worked. To say the truth he was also going through the atheist phase – he used to believe that there's someone watching his every move. For years he was wearing a cross on his neck and praying before going to sleep. But he was full of doubt, he wanted to have some impact on the world.

For now, he was shining, he was the brightest star of the board, he was the most fantastic boy most of the users have ever seen. He was writing a story nobody but a few will read and understand. A rather happy story describing a childhood's end, which proved that all teenage boys are the same when it comes to awakening their sexuality. He expected to be loved and to be adored, he expected a good life. But he wanted someone to hold his hand.

“This was one fantastic day.” He murmured, placing his hand inside his underwear, sliding it deeper, between the buttocks, caressing the delicate anus with his single finger. “A truly fantastic day.”