They liked to tease you. All of them, but specifically the two. The ones that, despite it all, you admired most. You wanted to be like them, and their incessant insistence that you were only a child simply aided that longing. And even though they always took advantage of your naďveté, you liked being around them. You admired their cool, their smoothness, and felt elated when they accepted you as something even remotely close to equal outside of your “work.”

So you always tried to prove that you weren’t as much of a kid as they claimed you were. And you ended up doing some pretty stupid things because of it. If AJ gave you a dare, in that naive quest to prove your masculinity, you accepted just about anything that came along. The other Boys just laughed or tossed out various suggestions to make it worse, but you often thought it was a simple chuckle with you. They had to be impressed, right?

Still, every now and then, you could tell when that laughing was just too much. They quite obviously didn’t think too highly of you after one particular feet, even though you were actually very proud of it. This became especially evident as the teasing--the harsh jokes--mixed with their incessant laugher. You laughed a little with them, even, playing off rogue anger. Then you attacked.

You wrestled on AJ’s bed, with giggling bouncy threats, and Kevin watched from the one beside. It was only the two--the ones you most idolized--who shared a room that day, and who allowed you the ‘pleasure’ of their company for a little while.

“Help me get him, Kevin!” AJ yelled as you pushed his face into the mattress.

But Kevin just sat there, eyes brimming with sparkling amusement.

“See, Kevin thinks you’re stupid, too!” you wickedly jeered until suddenly yanked backwards.

Kevin had you by the wrists, and even on his bed. Strong fingers held you with an impossibly tight grip.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Let me go! I had him!” You struggled in Kevin’s hold, squirming desperately against that man’s firm body.

Kevin didn’t move.

“Really? Kevin thinks I’m stupid?” AJ asked with slightly labored breath as he straightened his clothes.

“Well you are!” You knew it probably wasn’t such a good thing to provoke AJ while restrained, but couldn’t keep from giving him one back.

“What do you suppose we should do with him, AJ?” Kevin calmly inquired.

“Throw him out the window.”

“Ha ha, idiot.” You rolled your eyes, finding it the most appropriate action to prove your toughness. You wouldn’t give in, no way. No fear.

“Beat the crap out of him.”

“I’m not scared of you. And my mom’s, like, right down the hall.”

“Jesus, you are a baby. You’re gonna cry for your mom?”

“No. She’ll just find out anyway and be mad, stupid.”

“I bet she would think you deserve it,” Kevin advised with unsettling composure that immediately stilled your childish arrogance. That one stung.

“Let me go,” you ordered again, in a soft, unhappy pout. It was time to pull out the kid card. If they wouldn’t give in to your threats, then maybe they’d feel bad for hurting the poor, defenseless young one. You were only fourteen, it wasn’t fair for them to gang up on you like that.

“Aww, is the baby sad now?” AJ cooed with sarcastic pity.

“I think he needs another dare,” Kevin suggested with that same placid amusement.

“I’m not doing anything you guys; stop it,” you ordered with harmless anger.

“Aww. Why don’t we just find out what type of underwear those girls down the hall are gonna see our baby in.”

“No, you guys; I’m not doing anything!” you pleaded, again with your desperate struggling as AJ pulled down your pants.

“You don’t have to agree. Kevin can just throw you right in there.”

“Sounds good to me.” In the back of your head, you knew Kevin was just teasing you. They had to be kidding, trying to work you up. But you panicked anyway.

“Aww, aren’t these adorable? Not just tight, but white. I bet if we got ‘em wet they could see right through ‘em. Maybe even think you peed your pants. That’d be great, wouldn’t it?” AJ asked, mischievously thrilled.

“No!” you screamed.

“Why not just take them off?” Kevin proposed.

“Yeah! I’m sure if we knocked, they’d let us toss a naked Nicky in there, no problem. Not that they’d have anything to be impressed by, or a real use for him--but girls like having something to giggle at, right?”

“AJ, don’t! Please, you guys!” you begged, voice cracking as he yanked those briefs to your ankles.

Then your body betrayed you. Because of the exposure, the body that held you, the simple act of being undressed and your anxiety, that little-to-be-impressed-by decided to prove itself. You hoped they wouldn’t notice, and begged them to give you your pants back, but AJ saw it immediately.

“Now that’s cute.”

Kevin’s breath chuckled lightly against your neck, and aided the tickle in your dick.

“You guys, please,” you cried with a tremble threatening at real tears.

“Are you turned on by this?” Kevin inquired, his low, clicking voice shivering through the rest of you. You really couldn’t help but feel nice. And petrified.

“You think he is?” AJ asked with inquisitive satisfaction, casually studying that excitement. “Look at how smooth he is. Those tight balls.” He touched the inside of your thigh, holding it as he furthered that teasing examination. You didn’t know what they thought, what to do, or what to say. So you said nothing at all. You just breathed, heavy things that shook with your anxious heartbeat. You also didn’t want to object, to make him stop, or to reconsider. You didn’t want him to suddenly think his actions stupid, and then take that embarrassment out on you. At the same time it felt kind of good, though you were more petrified that they would find that out.

“It is kind of cute, don’t you think, Kevin?”

“Prettiest one I’ve seen,” Kevin evenly agreed.

You blushed, unsure if he meant it, but still timid under their inspection, no matter how possibly positive. “You guys...”

“What should we do to him? Take a picture?” AJ went on, entirely ignoring your utterance.

“Touch it,” Kevin plainly responded.

“What? For real?”

“Yeah, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, would you, Nicky?”

You just closed your eyes.

“That’s a yes.”

“You think he’ll like it?”

“He already likes it.”

“Okay.” AJ touched you, just glided a fingertip along the prominently erect thing, and you moaned. An involuntary, trembling whimper of a thing. “Yeah, he likes it,” AJ confirmed with sadistic amusement. Then he took hold of you and stroked it, causing gasps and overwhelmed moans from the lips of your beautifully flushed face. It was incredible--you had never been touched before.

Your fingers trembled, uselessly grasping the air as that force grew, Kevin’s strong hands still wrapped so tightly around your wrists. You were tucked between his legs, lying against the adult whose own awing arousal pressed subtly into your back. AJ had lifted your white T-shirt to your armpits, revealing your boyish abdomen. He even bent to lick your tiny pink nipple, and relished in your devastated moan and escalated panting. And in only a few more moments you were crying out, dying in the overwhelming ecstasy as your entire body exploded with the tingling waves of icy pleasure that it had never even remotely experienced before.

They gave you your first orgasm.

“Holy crap.” AJ was flushed himself.

Kevin still held you, while AJ tentatively released his grip.

You just remember your instant shame, and how your spent genitals laid so pathetically between your legs. And then how you started to cry. “Why’d you guys do that?” you sobbed, crawling toward your discarded clothes as Kevin released you upon notice of your tears.

“What? You liked it!” AJ objected as you pulled up your briefs.

“No I didn’t, you assholes!”

“Yeah you did; what are you talking about?!” AJ yelled, tugging you off balance by the arm as you attempted to yank up your pants.

“Stop it; don’t touch me!”

“AJ, leave him alone,” Kevin calmly ordered.

“We didn’t do anything wrong; he liked it,” AJ pleaded.

“Just stop, AJ,” Kevin said as he stood.

Kevin walked to you, freezing you in mid-zip as he towered above.

“You guys think I’m just a joke,” you whimpered, wiping away a heavy tear. “Now you think I’m gay.”

Kevin actually smiled softly, and despite your anxiety, a tiny part of you felt comforted by that. “We don’t think you’re gay, Nick. It was just...”

“Fucking hot,” AJ tossed in.

“Well, yes, that, but, it doesn’t determine your sexuality. I certainly don’t consider myself homosexual, even though I, too, found it…arousing.”

“Yeah, he’s just bi.”

“Thank you, AJ,” Kevin growled with reserved annoyance. “I could have told him this myself.”

“Are you serious?” you softly asked, slightly shocked in this revelation. “What about AJ?”

“Yeah, I like some…parts of guys,” AJ shrugged.

“Is that why you guys did that to me?” you sniveled, wiping your eye again.

“It wasn’t planned, Nick,” Kevin responded.

“Yeah, it just kind of happened. But, I mean, you’re pretty enough.”

“Darling penis,” Kevin continued with a roguish sort of genuine coo.

“You guys like me?” you shyly persisted.