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It’s been a quiet day for Len. Nobody was home and he had the house all to himself for the day basically. Miku and Rin went shopping, Kaito was probably still relentlessly running after that ice cream truck, and Luka and Meiko went out to drink… which just left Len.
Well, whatever! Who needs them, right? Len decided to invite someone over from the meme squad– Oliver. Both of the blondies have gotten strangely close to each other. Maybe even a little too close, perhaps…
That leads them to the current situation. Len spied on Miku once, shoving mysterious magazines under her bed. The taller blonde grinned, wanting to go find out what was written in these magazines.
“Y- You don’t think it’s something naughty, do you, Len-kun?” Oliver asked solemnly, leaning in with a curious gaze.
“Oh, relax! Even if it were, so what? Are you a scaredy-cat, Oli?~” Len teases, a cat-like smirk spreading across his lips. He crouched down under the bed, pulling out a magazine that looked promising.
“I-It doesn’t look that bad. Open it, open it!” The shorter boy leans over Len’s shoulder a bit too excitedly for someone who was wary and cautious at first.
“‘Lovely Idol Boy Time’, bwahahaha!" Len bursts out laughing reading the title of the magazine. Jeez! What kinda junk was Miku buying herself? After Len’s laughter died down, he decided to open the magazine and–
“What is it?! Hey, lemme see! Lemme see!” Oliver pushed against Len, not wanting Len to hog the magazine. As the younger one finally got a good look, his face heats up in an instant…
…
It was a sexy Boy’s Love magazine. The pages were filled with skin-to-skin contact with boys, hot angles that accentuated the guys’ butt or penis, sex toys and guys demonstrating how to use them, and even tips on how to have your first time with another guy feel good.
Len flips through the pages, both of the boys’ faces are already covered in a furious blush. They couldn’t look away, as if entranced in the nudity and shameless sex appeal on these pages. It was something they had never seen before, and they couldn’t help but become… curious.
Oliver was the first to look up, his gaze turning to Len. Across his sickly pale cheeks spreads a rosy blush. He was too shy to tell Len about his desires. A few more moments pass as Len finally recovers from his initial shock. His face was just as red as Oliver’s.
Without meeting Oliver’s gaze, Len spoke up. “U-Umm… W.. Want to, err, t-try some of the things in this magazine?...” The taller blonde stuttered, embarrassed. Oliver’s eyes sparkle up with newfound curiosity. “O-Okay!” Oliver agreed.
“B-But uhm.. how should we start?” Oliver looked up at Len with puppy eyes, fidgeting with his fingers.
“Wait.” Len grabbed the magazine, looking through. “Uh-huh… ah.. okay then.” He cleared his throat, crawling closer on his knees. “So firstly we take off our clothes…” The 12 year old explained, extending his arms out to Oliver. Oliver’s breath hitches, but stood still.
With shaky hands, Len unbuttons Oliver’s coat. He pushes the blue jacket of fur aside and makes his way to the younger blonde’s button up. Len undid them swiftly, albeit still shaking from the intense nervousness he was experiencing.
As soon as the shirt came off, Len couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate Oliver’s boy-ish figure. His pink nipples contrasted nicely with his skin, and they were already hardened into little nubs as they got exposed to the cool air. His waist was so thin that Len could easily wrap his two small hands around them.
With a spur of lust, Len quickly unzipped Oliver’s shorts. This didn’t go without a reaction from the mousy boy, of course.
“W-WAH!! L-Len-kun!” Oliver squealed.
“Shut up!” Len growled, pouting. Oliver’s bashfulness was making Len greatly irritated. The shorts of Oliver hit the floor, and his tight boxers were revealed. They had a duck pattern engraved.
Len pants, appreciating the view he got. Thanks to the slight transparentness in Oliver’s boxers, he could see the younger blonde’s little pecker. Soft and uncircumcised, probably never felt the sensation of being hard. The older blonde gulps, his thoughts clouded with an unknown lust.
Without further movement from Len, Oliver decided to take the initiative and pulled down his boxers. His small cock sprung free from their tight, duck-patterned confinement. Len leans closer, drooling, but couldn’t help to take the piss out of the younger boy. “Heh, it’s really small. Mine’s way bigger!” Len grins triumphantly.
Oliver pouts, pawing at Len’s tight shorts. “Reaaally now?! Then let me see!” He frowns, clumsily pulling down the older boy’s pants. Was Len for real? He wasn’t even wearing any underwear! His– albeit still small– slightly bigger penis sprung out. It was already a little wet at the head, yellow-ish fluid prickling out.
“I- I can explain… All my underwear is in the washing machine… A- And i happened to pee in my last pair…” Len shamefully admitted, blushing. He grumbled as he saw Oliver chuckling, and decided to make the young boy pay.
Len grabbed Oliver’s little pecker, rubbing it against his own. He stimulated both of their tips, rubbing against the pee-hole with his thumb gently. Oliver whimpered, getting dizzy and overstimulated at the heated situation he’s in. Len’s slender, skillful fingers around both their small cocks felt passionate and intoxicating.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” The little boy cried out, thrusting his hip against Len’s palm and dick, enjoying the friction. In concentration, Len stuck out his tongue. His hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweat-covered forehead.
The two of the boys frotted their penises against each other, whimpering and moaning fills the room. Oliver leaned forward, clutching Len’s shirt as a hold, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he let out a high-pitched, cute moan. “Oooh~ Ahh~!" He threw his head back, hand still fisted into Len’s shirt.
Len was also in his own perverted world, his hand jerking both their cocks at a much faster pace, his hips grinding against Oliver’s cock more feverishly. His breath got heavy, biting his lip. He felt something strange build up in his small penis, and he needed to let go.
“I.. I feel weird… M-My peen.. My peen feels weird…” Len whined, burying his head into Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver shudders, panting into Len’s ear.
“M- Mine too…” Oliver admits, trying to wrap his small hand around both of their cocks. His hand could barely fit their measly tiny dicks, but it heightened the pleasure they felt even if just a bit.
Both of them buck their hips into each other and—
"AHHHH~!" They cried out in unison, peeing out their built-up pension inside. Their small, golden stream created a messy puddle on the floor. Oliver arches his back in ecstasy, and Len’s whole body trembles as he releases the last spurts of pee.
Oliver’s chest heaves, letting out a relieved sigh as he came down from his high, but Len isn’t satisfied just yet. Suddenly, he pushes Oliver down onto his knees, making Oliver kneel on all fours.
Startled, Oliver protests but doesn’t move from his position. “What are you d- doing now, Len-kun?!” He still seemed a tad afraid of all these unknown experiences, but he wanted to make Len.
Len spreads Oliver’s cheeks, exposing his hole. It winked invitingly at Len, clenching and unclenching around nothing. It was tight, pretty and pink. Len licked his lips, slobbering all over himself. “I’m going to prepare your ‘hole’, i think. I read it in that weird magazine, so it should work!” Len seemed eager, before he delved into Oliver’s hole with his tongue, trying to loosen it.
“HYAHHH! N- Not the poo-hole!” Oliver cried out in arousal and at the intrusion of tight, young hole. Len was basically ravishing it. His tongue flicking against Oliver’s pucker, lubing it up nicely with his saliva. Then, suddenly, his tongue pops past the first ring of muscle, lapping up the tangy slick.
Oliver’s eyes roll back in pleasure as he pushes his pert ass against Len’s face, who just held onto the younger blonde’s hips and sucked his hole nicely. He kept doing this until Oliver’s hole was all nice and slobbery. Len left a small kiss on Oliver’s now lubed-up hole, a string of saliva connected to his mouth which he wipes off.
“A- And now?” Oliver whimpered with uncertainty, his hands balling into fists. Len fully pushes his shorts down, throwing them randomly somewhere in Miku’s room. He smirks down at Oliver, gripping his own cock and guiding it to the entrance of Oliver’s wet hole.
“I’m going to put it in.” Len whispered, rubbing his small cock between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Oliver lets out a surprised chirp, although doesn’t question any further. He pushes his ass out for the older blonde to have better access.
Len presses the head of his pecker against Oliver’s hole, and the boy lets out a sharp exhale. It clenches around Len’s cock as the older boy pushes inside. “Hnngh!” Len grunts, before sliding in to the hilt, his smooth balls resting against Oliver’s taint.
“Ahhh!~” Oliver moaned out in pleasure, resting his head on the floor, his cheek squishing against the cold ground. Len thrusts in and out in a steady, slow rhythm which made Oliver’s knees go weak.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Every slam into Oliver’s butt was wet and squelchy, the spit as lube working perfectly. And yet, Len had the lewd urge to go faster and harder. He pounds into the small boy with abandon, his hand grabbing a fistful of Oliver’s hair. Len’s vigorous thrusts made Oliver’s brain melt, his thoughts filled with his own moans and cries.
Len’s cocklet twitches and aches inside Oliver, the movements of his hips becoming an erratic blur as he chases his orgasm once again. Oliver drools on the ground, letting his ass get a thorough and good fucking. The older boy pants as his grip on Oliver’s hips and hair turns painfully firm, getting so close to the edge–
“Ahhhhh~”
Both moaned, their small dicks erupting another yellow stream of piss. This time though, Len shoots his hot fluid directly into Oliver’s womb. “Is this how they make babies?! Get pregnant!” Len grins, thrusting his hips a couple of times to make sure every drop of his pee got deposited deep inside Oliver.
Oliver also spills his pee, whereas his stream is much smaller. Len wipes off the excess sweat on his forehead and pulls out with a wet squelch and stands proud at his ‘artwork’. Oliver was a big, fucked-out mess. But he loved it. Both of the little boys loved it.
Len embraces the worn-out Oliver from behind and whispers into the younger blonde’s ear. “Let’s do this again sometime!” Len didn’t expect an answer, as he just nuzzled against Oliver’s shoulder.
In the end, Oliver did not get pregnant.