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Subject: Plastic Playground Tunnel 4 Please send any questions or comments to ail Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It depicts explicit sexual acts between underage boys. Do not read this if such content is illegal in your jurisdiction or if you are easily offended. Any similarities to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. The author in no way condones the acts depicted in this story, and no person should read this story. Kyle’s World Part I Kyle lifted his arms over his head to check his boy odor, first the left armpit, then the right. The musty scent of sweet onions fumed off the half dozen brown hairs that grew there. The shirtless 13-year-old inhaled two strong doses of his own fledgling teenage body odor. His hard penis jumped in his shorts, and horny scenes from the afternoon flashed through his plastic pubescent mind: skinny, preteen boys jockeying for the soccer ball; smooth boy chests glistening with sweat, almost steaming in the cool evening air as they heaved in and out; and a muddy pair of stinky, grass-stained boy feet strewn across a slim boy belly on the sidelines. In the intimate darkness after sunset, 13-year-old Kyle had swapped body odors with several preteen boys in the park, caressing their sweaty torsos and bare armpits. Though he couldn’t see their faces, he could identify the little boys by scent and texture. And in turn, their preteen paws had quietly explored Kyle’s smooth chest and body too, practically worshiping the tiny tufts of armpit hair that the young teen had recently sprouted. Though only in the seventh grade, Kyle looked like a high schooler in the eyes of the little boys, and he stank like a garbage can. Kyle sniffed his finger tips, and he could still smell the biscuity sweet odor of the prepubescent boys on the digits as he arrived at home. Yellow light illuminated the windows of the crappy single-story house where he lived, and from the front porch he could hear merry voices inside: his aunt and cousins had arrived for the weekend. The 13-year-old squeezed the front of his sticky gym shorts, wringing a few drops of penis juice onto the porch. A faucet seemed to have opened in his penis, and a stream of pre-cum had been oozing continuously from his big dick hole all afternoon. By now, the mucus had thoroughly soaked the front of his gym shorts, and in the light it appeared the young teen had wet his pants. The stain would dry into a familiar white crust within a few hours, and then he could plausibly claim it was laundry detergent residue and sweat if anyone noticed. He stood with his hand on the door knob, his stiff penis throbbing in his gym shorts with each heartbeat. The fledgling teenager knew he couldn’t simply turn off the organ and stop being horny. His engorged penis needed to be rubbed through to reward, until the beet-red tip drooled uncontrollably in its boy-master’s hand. Only then would the stiff penis shrivel back into its shell, where it hid in the small bush between the young teen’s lanky thighs. “If I can just make it to my bedroom without being noticed,” the little man thought. Quietly, he cracked open the front door, preparing to bolt to his room with two hands clasped over his boner. “There he is!” his mom announced, ambushing the reclusive boy in the doorway. She was entertaining his aunt and two cousins in the living room. “Look at you!” his aunt said, rising from an armchair to size up the spunky teen that her boyish nephew had blossomed into over the last year. The adolescent stood hunched over before her, half-naked in only a pair of gym shorts and ragged tennis shoes, his sweaty body glistening and his hands clasping his damp t-shirt in front of his groin to conceal his engorged manhood. His aunt mistook his gesture of hands crossed over his groin as shyness. “Ya shot up so fast–yer almost all grown up!” “He’s in the skunk phase,” his mom cautioned, catching the first whiff of the young man’s pungent body odor, which had already stunk up the living room like an onion patch. “Say hello to your cousins, Skunky.” Kyle glared angrily at his mother, his normally tan face taking on a crimson hue, then turned to the 11-year-old boy on the couch. “Hey, Max.” He held his boner down with one hand and waved to his cousin with the other. Max looked up from his phone and grinned, his braces sparkling silver. His dark blond hair was longer than last year, a more stylish look that many sixth graders adopted as they became self-conscious of their appearance for the first time. From the other side of the couch, 8-year-old Jenny ran over to hug her big cousin, squeezing him around the waist. Kyle removed his hands from his groin to awkwardly embrace the little girl, hiding his boner against her belly. She squeezed even more tightly, and Kyle grunted. “You’re sticky… and stinky,” the little girl announced, and a strand of pre-cum stretched between Kyle’s shorts and her pink pajamas as she withdrew. “We were playing soccer,” the 13-year-old professed, his paws again pressing down his boner. To his relief, his aunt invited him to sit down in the armchair, and he immediately planted his skinny butt in the seat. “So, what grade are ya in this year?” “Seventh,” Kyle croaked. While he tried to field his aunt’s questions, he watched Jenny out of the corner of his eye innocently pulling a string of pre-cum off her pink pajama top. The girl stretched the mucus between her fingers, and Kyle cringed when she inserted the sticky digits into her mouth before licking her red lips. Apparently impressed by her older cousin’s funk, the little girl climbed into the armchair, planting a paw on Kyle’s boner–“Mmmf!”–as she clambered into his lap and presented her pajama-clad rear to the hard organ. His boner poked straight up her butt, and the two kids gasped. Kyle quickly adjusted his cock to rest length-wise along her crack, and she wiggled to grasp the hard penis firmly in that crevice. Then the girl sighed, luxuriating in a cloud of her older cousin’s teenage musk, especially the strong scent of his dirty genitals that wafted out through the legs of his gym shorts. Kyle’s dick lodged so deep between her butt cheeks, he swore he could actually feel the intense heat of her pucker radiating through her thin pajama bottoms. Despite his preference for boys, Kyle’s penis had a mind of its own and began to leak pre-cum on the girl’s butt, marking his 8-year-old cousin as his sexual property, at least by the laws of nature. With his hard penis now being squeezed between two warm buns, Kyle struggled to concentrate on his aunt’s questions: “Uhhh, no. No sports this year. I quit the soccer tea-uhm–” His tenor voice cracked, his big penis twitched against the little girl’s stinker, and she wiggled in response. “No. No girlfriend yet.” He neglected to add, “But a 10-year-old boy sucked my penis in the bathroom at the park.” Instead, he did his best to stave off any further inquiries by asking inconsequential questions: “How long was the drive? Where’d you stop?” Jenny was starting to get worked up in his lap. She began şişli travesti rocking her hips against her big cousin’s boy horn. In the excitement, her pucker released an involuntary blast. Kyle felt the heat of her asshole slowly spread over his dick, and within a minute the two kids were inhaling the little girl’s butt vapors: boiled broccoli. Kyle’s face turned crimson, and beads of nervous sweat were peeling down his skinny chest. He lifted an arm to scratch his itchy scalp, baring a small tuft of brown armpit hair to the company, and released a fresh cloud of his body odor into the air. The sight and smell announced to everyone present that the young teen boy was sexually receptive. Hairy armpits mean crusty undies. “Well then!” Kyle’s mother interjected to dismiss the stinky kids. “Kyle, why don’t you show Max to your room?” Finally released, Kyle lifted the little princess off his aching boner, and another thick string of pre-cum stretched between his bulging shorts and her backside. His big penis had given the little girl a wedgie, and Kyle smiled as she reached behind to pick her pre-cum-soaked pajamas out of her butt crack. Kyle rose from the chair. Now vulnerable, he hunched over and again clasped his hands in front of his groin before awkwardly limping to his bedroom. “Help your cousin with his bags, silly!” his mom shouted. Mechanically, Kyle accepted a bag in his arms and immediately pressed the parcel against his boner. “Come on-uhn, Tommy,” he called to his younger cousin, his voice straying into an absurdly high pitch as it again cracked. Eager to explore the wonders of his older cousin’s more developed body, 11-year-old Tommy skipped after Kyle. It was understood that the two boys, only two years apart, would be sleeping together in Kyle’s bed, as they had always done on past visits. A sharp, musty odor was the first thing Tommy noticed when he entered the bedroom. He had entered Kyle’s World, the stinky den of a hormone-ravaged 13-year-old boy. The spicy scent of his older cousin excited Tommy, and foretold of the nasty experiences to come. Kyle locked the door behind them. They were off to a promising start. The puberty-ravaged boys felt an electric tingle in their bellies. When Tommy visited last year, the boys had spent two solid nights locked together in a 69 position, lightly rocking hips, shamelessly emitting slurping sounds. Then still preteens (10 and 12 years old), the cousins had been so infatuated with their mutual suckling that they had ignored the astringent odor of their crusty butt cracks and sweaty taints, just a few inches from their noses. Their nostrils had flared as they suckled past midnight, enveloped in a cloud of pre-teen butt stink, the older cousin wiggling through three or four orgasms that weekend, coating his younger cousin’s mouth with a watery seed. “It’s salty,” 10-year-old Tommy had professed, licking his red lips. Now alone again, the horny cousins both quietly hoped to share their boy puberty secrets. Kyle whipped off his shoes. Tommy wasn’t offended by the moldy aroma of his teenage cousin’s sweaty feet, or his musty boy den. Instead, he sized up the older boy from head to toe. “He looks like a high schooler now,” the 11-year-old thought. Kyle was actually still quite boyish in appearance, though his upper lip had darkened slightly in the last year, adding a shade of maturity to his body. And, although the older boy wasn’t particularly muscular, he was skinny enough that the undeveloped muscles in his chest and the beginnings of a six-pack in his belly flexed as he stretched out on the bed. The young teen kicked his feet up and began to roll back. Tommy noticed that the older boy’s smooth legs, upon close inspection, had a slight dusting of brown hairs. The young teen’s gray, dusty soles flashed as he completed a back-flip onto the bed, making space for his younger playmate. Tommy dove onto the bare, yellow mattress in the middle of the room, which the two boys would share for the next two nights. He didn’t need a black light to make out the stains, even a few brown streaks, on the musty mattress. It was obvious this was the shrine where 13-year-old Kyle worshiped his penis every night, spraying his sex juices on his bedding like an animal marking its territory to attract an appropriate sexual partner, and to keep away unwanted competitors. Tommy stretched out belly-down on the musty mattress, symbolically offering his body for sexual sacrifice, beaming with pride that he had been admitted to his older cousin’s private world, the 13-year-old boy’s prepared sex den–a stinky boy den that they would share for the weekend, a secret boy world that no adult could ever aspire to be admitted to. Tommy inspected a pair of Kyle’s old underwear, found wedged between the headboard and the mattress. They were stained yellow front and back, almost green in the light, with a brown streak where they had rubbed against his older cousin’s poop-streaked rosebud ages ago. The little boy playfully sniffed his older cousin’s poop stain. “Ya need to wash these, dude.” “I don’t wear undies anymore.” Kyle grinned. “They’re always dirty since I started shooting–” He stopped himself. The bright teen quickly reorganized his thoughts and added, “More comfortable going commando. All my friends do it.” Tommy tossed the crusty undies onto a pile of dirty clothes on the floor and sniffed the residual odor on his fingers. The various spicy scents of his older cousin drove the preteen wild. “Take your shirt off,” Kyle instructed. Tommy peeled his t-shirt over his skinny chest, revealing his bare armpits. He flexed his skinny arms for show and giggled. Kyle smiled, eating up the still girly frame of his younger cousin. Within no time, the two stinkers sat under a blanket fort–blankets strategically draped over the TV and Kyle’s bed. Inside, the boys rubbed stiff knobs through their shorts, free from judgment, as they watched late-night cartoons, their strong boy scents filling the small space. Eventually, the boys stretched out belly down on the musty mattress, and their dusty, bare feet swung in the air behind them, legs and toes often brushing together affectionately as they stared into the glowing box. During a commercial, Tommy made a break for the toilet, briefly presenting his nylon-clad bubble butt to his older cousin as he crawled out of the fort. Kyle noticed the white elastic waistband above the outline of Tommy’s small butt. The teen quickly reached out and caught his younger cousin by his undies. He yanked the garment up and suspended the child in place by wedgie. “Ummmft!” Though little Tommy wanted to protest this bullying, his boy brain allowed him to emit only giggles, which just encouraged his tormentor. Kyle ruthlessly stretched the white garment high over his younger cousin’s backside, crushing the lad’s private parts, until a yellow-brown streak finally came into view. The teenager grinned. The elastic band snapped back against Tommy’s butt, but the boy’s panties remained balled up inside his butt crack, overflowed from beylikdüzü travesti the backside of his shorts. Frowning, little Tommy expended some effort stuffing his hopelessly stretched undies back into his gym shorts to restore his dignity. He stumbled down the hallway with hands rubbing his sore private regions, front and back. In the bathroom, his stiff willy gave him new troubles, and the kid struggled for five minutes to make pee-pee. By now it was almost midnight, and back inside the blanket fort the scene on the TV screen had changed to adult programming, HBO–muted, of course. The horny boys moved closer together, crowding in front of the glowing tube, almost touching, each feeling the other’s warm breath against face. The static electricity on the glass screen charged their little bodies, and the hair on their heads stood on end, sparking against the wool blanket that formed the roof of the fort. Tommy’s preteen eyes followed the digital representation of a naked, mature woman on the screen, while Kyle’s gaze shifted sideways and he watched to see how his younger cousin would react to porn. Tommy didn’t try to conceal his rubbing of his little candlestick through his shorts. Seeing this, Kyle couldn’t resist getting physical. The young teen ran his hand up and down his younger cousin’s silky thigh. “Oh, Tommy, you’re so sexy,” he said, imitating the actors on TV like it was a horny game, just joking around. They both giggled, and Tommy joined the game, rubbing Kyle’s bare thigh in return, imitating the pornographic melodrama even better than his older cousin: “Oh, Kyyy-al, you’re sooo sexy.” Kyle tickled his preteen cousin’s crotch and felt a stiff rod. “You’ve got a boner!” Tommy giggled and announced: “I have a hairy penis now too, and it can shoot!” He pulled his waistband down to show. Kyle inspected his cousin’s boy bits, which still appeared totally smooth. “You can’t see `em cause they’re blond.” Little Tommy plucked at the half dozen invisible pubes that grew around the base of his penis to prove they were real. Satisfied, Kyle sniffed the circumcised purple knob atop the kid’s 3-inch boner and caught a whiff of ammonia, but no obvious smell of cum. “How much did yours grow?” Tommy asked timidly. Kyle hiked up the leg of his gym shorts to show off his dangling nuts, now sprinkled with a few brown hairs. “Woah.” Tommy caressed his older cousin’s fury ball sack. “How did you get it so hairy?” “I dunno.” Kyle shrugged. Now came the main attraction: He pulled his shorts down to reveal his 5-inch boner, a monument of teen boy puberty. Tommy’s eyes widened as he realized just how much his bigger cousin had grown over the last year. His penis had doubled in size. The glistening purple helmet came into focus. It was like a stalagmite, continuously oozing pre-cum. The clear, odoriferous mucus trickled down the granite shaft where it hardened, like cooling magma, first into a sticky goo–the crème fraîche of dick cheese, a foamy mixture of penis juices and saliva that had been whipped up by hand and cultured over the two years since Kyle had started puberty–and finally into a white crust that matted the tight forest of brown pubes growing around the base. Tommy winced when the rotten odor of the older boy’s exposed genitals hit him. “It smells like an adult penis–” the kid blurted out, suddenly realizing he may have said too much. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Kyle tackled his younger cousin, pinning his small frame to the mattress. Before long, the two boys were rolling on the bed with shorts around their ankles, boners flying freely, slapping against each other. Of course, Kyle’s stiff wiener leaked jets of pre-cum all over the bed, and onto his Tommy’s thighs, belly, and groin, effectively marking his younger cousin as his own sexual property, again, at least by the laws of nature. Uncontrollable giggling reverberated through the house, and the horny boys paused briefly at the sound of steps in the hallway. The footsteps passed, and the wrestling match resumed, each boy tugging the other’s shorts down again. Obviously, the winner would be the one who stripped the other nude first. Kyle stopped playing nice and used his bigger muscles to dominate his preteen cousin, now yanking the boy’s panties down around his ankles. Little Tommy was no match for the teen. His shorts and panties came off his first leg. Then Kyle pried his little cousin’s ankles apart, catching a glimpse of the kid’s brown pucker before the undies finally came off the other leg. Their eyes met. Chests heaved from the exertion. Their skin perspired and glowed pink, and a fresh cloud of Kyle’s teenage musk filled the blanket fort. Kyle stretched his arms over his head in a gesture of dominance, and Tommy caught a first glimpse of dark scribbles on the older boy’s armpits. “You have armpit hairs?” Kyle nodded before pulling his shorts completely off so they could both be totally naked. With his fingers, he brushed the three or four curly hairs that had sprouted from each pit, showing off for his little cousin. Truth or Dare: “I dare ya to smell my stinky armpit.” Like a whipped dog approaching its master, Tommy bowed his head and scooted across the mattress toward the teen. Resigned to his fate, the boy inhaled deeply from the sweaty place, as was the ritual among boys his age. “This is how dogs say hello,” Tommy said after the first sniff, and both boys giggled. “Get a good whiff,” Kyle insisted, and his little cousin buried his nose in the stink zone. Kyle waited to see how long the kid would endure. Tommy grooved on the older boy’s sexy pheromones for more then a minute before cautiously backing away. “My turn. I dare ya to sniff my butt!” Tommy rejoined and promptly presented his rear, spreading his cheeks a bit for his cousin. More outrageous giggling filled the house, betraying the boys’ naughty sex play. “Shhh!” Kyle urged the younger boy to be quiet before burying his nose in the kid’s butt crack. “No, right in the stink hole, dude!” Tommy demanded as he spread his cheeks farther apart. “This is how dogs say hello.” “Worse, dogs have to lick each other!” “You want me to?” More uncontrollable giggling. The older boy’s head rose from the kid’s backside, and he spit out what he could, then licked his lips clean. Kyle sat up on his knees, hands on his hips and his boner jutting in front of his tummy. “Can you do me like last year?” Tommy gazed cross-eyed at his older cousin’s drooling stalagmite. The angry, purple crown glistened with pre-cum, and the base was ringed with cottage cheese. The stench of his big cousin’s groin burned Tommy’s nostrils, and at first the 11-year-old didn’t think he could do it. He gagged and rejected his 13-year-old cousin’s bleach-scented knob. The older boy sighed and groaned in frustration. He placed his hands on the back of Tommy’s head to get the kid to go down. Just like starting a lawnmower. With no direction to go but down, Tommy began to scrub the first layer of scum off the big phallus with his tongue and lips. After a istanbul travesti minute, Tommy had deposited a week’s worth of his cousin’s dick cheese in his belly, and the older boy’s happy boner no longer tasted so bitter and tangy, though the tip was still salty. Kyle had been waiting all day for this. Now he couldn’t be denied. “Use your tongue.” Tommy gave Kyle’s purple knob a tongue bath. Kyle could only moan. He pushed Tommy’s head down with more force, and the little kid’s lips and tongue were soon matted with the older’s pubes. Now that Tommy seemed to be sucking automatically, Kyle released his grip on the boy’s head. Tommy pulled back, but something else locked his lips against the hairy base of his cousin’s penis. He tried to pull his head up again, tugging on the older boy’s brown bush. Kyle’s pubes were tangled in his braces, both top and bottom! They were locked together mouth to penis. Little Tommy grunted through a mouth-full of dick. For Kyle, it was the best thing that could’ve happened, and he gently massaged his younger cousin’s scalp and neck, encouraging him to make the most of the situation. And Tommy had no choice but to continue slurping, in hopes that achieving sexual release would somehow untangle them. After two minutes, the 11-year-old tasted a fresh stream of salty pre-cum on his tongue. “Ohhhhh, there it goes…” Kyle reflexively reached out to hold Tommy’s head between his legs, though it wasn’t necessary. His hips bucked. His thick pubes laced the younger boy’s braces in dozens of knots, lashing the kid’s lips tightly to the base of his hairy penis. His butt cheeks flexed, his brown pucker twitched, and his big penis erupted, splashing Tommy’s tonsils with ten creamy bursts of sperm. Little Tommy did not “swallow”. His body stiffened as half a dozen thick jets of creamy cum shot directly down his throat like it was an invasive medical procedure. Tommy’s gulping became gargling. The kid tried to cough up his older cousin’s load, but only managed to suck the creamy mess into his sinuses. After half a minute, Tommy’s gargling became quiet sobbing, now through a creamy mouth full of penis. When Kyle’s penis finally stopped oozing, the teen came back down to Earth and heard Tommy’s plaintiff mumbling on his dick: “Weh me go! Mhhh!” The kid was starting to yank his head off Kyle’s groin, threatening to rip the teen’s bush from his pelvis. “Ow, stop, dude! Suhhh-top!” Snot bubbled from the child’s nostrils as he squirmed, and Kyle felt the kid’s tears streaming onto his belly. Through fifteen minutes of grunting and gasping, the cousins worked–sometimes together, sometimes against each other–to untangle the teen’s bush from the preteen’s braces. Gradually, Kyle grasped tufts of his bush and yanked them backwards, out of Tommy’s braces, mostly tearing the hairs in half to get free, but ripping a few out in the process. Once released, Tommy hunched over the side of the bed, retching and coughing for a full minute. When the boy, finally came up for air, two thick streams of creamy cum-snot trickled and bubbled from his nostrils–he had sucked Kyle’s load into his sinuses like it was pool water! The kid panted through dozens of brown curly wurlies, which swirled from his open mouth, matted around his red lips, and stuck between his ivory teeth and silver braces. For the rest of the weekend, Tommy was picking his older cousin’s pubes out of his teeth and braces, or licking them from his swollen lips. “Looks like you got some hairs stuck in there,” the orthodontist would say at his appointment next month, grunting as he plucked the lat few deeply rooted pubes out of the kid’s braces. “Hmmf. How’d this happen?” the man would curiously mumble, privately noting that the wiry brown hairs didn’t match the dirty blond hair on this kid’s head Tommy breathed through his mouth again. His pink tongue licked around his swollen, red lips, extending to its maximum reach to swab the cum-bubbles that were dripped from his nostrils onto his upper lip. In the flickering light of the TV, little Tommy looked like some depraved troll out of a fantasy book, a penis sucking troll that lived under a bridge or in a cave, hiding his busted lips, hairy teeth, and cum-encrusted face from view during the day, coming out only to suck penis at night. In flickering light of the TV, the little boy’s crimson skin slowly faded back to its normal pasty white color. Whimpering and disoriented, he stumbled onto the floor and scrambled on his hands and knees for a hanky, eventually finding a pair of Kyle’s crusty undies. The little boy’s crimson skin slowly faded back to its normal pasty white color. Whimpering and disoriented, he stumbled onto the floor and scrambled on his hands and knees for a hanky, eventually finding a pair of Kyle’s crusty undies. He blew his nose into his older cousin’s undies, filling them with cum-snot and tossing them aside like a dirty diaper. Finally, after swiping the remainder of Kyle’s load off his face with the back of his wrists, Tommy spoke in the nasally voice of a kid with a cold: “Jesus, dude.” “Sorry, dewd!” Kyle suddenly realized how much bigger he was now compared to his still barely pubescent cousin. He worried that he may have hurt or upset the little boy. Just last year they had both been little boys with tiny 3-inch boners. But now, while Tommy had barely grown, Kyle was practically a man, though still in a boy’s body. Tommy sighed. More cum-snot bubbled from his nostrils. The little boy snorted long and hard, sucking his cousin’s load back into his throat before he gulping. Past 1 AM, the TV flickered increasingly kinky themes. Paddles, whips, and dildos came out of closets, and the whole scene became bi-curious as the male actors locked lips. The two pubescent lads sat naked, face to face, both still 100% boned up. Obviously, it was Kyle’s turn to go down on his younger cousin. The boys moved without words. The sound of light slurping filled the blanket fort, and the occasional snorts as Tommy clearing his cum-filled sinuses while his older cousin massaged his 3-inch stiffy with his lips and tongue. Kyle’s long fingers fondled the boy’s tiny, hairless nuts. Tommy felt the familiar tingle building up, and he pushed his older cousin’s head off his penis to show the older boy that he could make sperm too. “Ohhh, there it goes! Can you see it?” Kyle strained his eyes and barely made out a few clear drops of cum that leaked from the child’s piss hole, a watery offering so meager that it was almost immediately absorbed back into the purple skin of the little boy’s dick head. The horny lads were tuckered out and fell asleep inside their fort. 3 AM infomercials flickered on TV in the corner, illuminating the naked bodies of two satisfied, pubescent boys, their skinny limbs gently tangled together for warmth. Their heads rested on the same pillow, two open mouths exhaling a cloud of stale penis breath since neither had bothered to brush his teeth before bedtime, and poor Tommy with brown pubes curling around the edge of his busted lips like stink lines, his upper lip still encrusted with cum-snot, and his tongue involuntarily licking the cum-chapped lips as he slept. Please send any questions or comments to ail. Special thanks to my reader “J. Jones”, who provided me with volumes of ideas for this series.