Winnie, Boy Princess

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Chapter 4

Jerry got dressed and started sorting the laundry. In about half an hour, Wayne's cock permitted him to slip his underwear on and he got dressed. He carried the box of detergent and proudly followed Jerry with the clothes basket to the elevator. Down in the laundry room, they commandeered two machines and started whites and coloreds tumbling. Other machines were in use but no one else was around. They talked about their plans for the day. When the clothes had spun out, Jerry couldn't find a free dryer. They had all stopped, but had clothes in them. "I wish people would be considerate and come back when their clothes are done." He opened one, began taking the laundry out and folding it. At least HE was considerate. Wayne looked at the little dresses, blouses and skirts. Their owner must be a girl about his age. They were pretty with all their lace and ribbons. Then Uncle was folding some panties. Wayne had never seen little girls' underwear. He unconsciously began to feel the silky pink pairs with his fingers. Jerry smiled.

After lunch, they romped around Eisenhower Park, enjoying the playground and racing the paths. Jerry brought along a bat and hit some fly balls for Wayne. The boy loved it; his own father never seemed to have time to play ball with him. Jerry loved it just as much, even though ballplayer Wayne was pretty spastic.

They picked up McDonalds and brought it home for supper. As soon as they got back to the condo, Wayne stripped out of his sweaty clothes and threw them in the hamper. He didn't bother putting on his PJs. He was doing whatever the hell he wanted. Jerry also got naked and they ate their burgers bareassed on the floor in front of the TV.

The buzzer rang from the outside door. "Hey, Jerry, it's Keith. I was driving by and thought I'd drop in. I brought Chinese." Keith and Jerry often had sex, but neither regarded it as anything more than a great friendship.

"Hold on, Keith." He looked at Wayne and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll send him away."

"I like Chinese."

Jerry looked at him. "Really? You don't mind?" He got back on the phone. "I hope you brought enough for three, Keith."

"Oh, you got company? I didn't know. Hey, if you want I'll make it another time."

"No, we don't mind. The more the merrier." He winked at Wayne. "I'll buzz you in." Wayne stood up heading for the bedroom. "Where are you going, Kid?"

"I thought we was going to get dressed."

"You can do whatever the hell you want, but Keith's seen me naked plenty of times." Wayne shrugged, giggled, and sat back down to finish his french fries.

The doorbell rang and Jerry went out to the foyer. "Hey, the Chinese is here," he shouted as he let in his good friend and took the hot bag.

"Well, I see you've already been having fun. I hope I haven't missed too much of the action." Keith quickly took off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his shoes. As he followed Jerry back to the living room, he was undoing his belt. "Oops, oh, hey," he said when he saw a skinny naked eight-year old with long hair sitting against the couch. He redid his belt buckle and grabbed Jerry's arm. "Hey, Pal, who's the girl?" What he really wanted to ask was "Why the hell are you fooling around with her?"

"Keith, meet Wayne. Wayne, Keith."

"Uh, hi, Wayne." Keith was not comfortable.

Wayne stood up and took the bag. "What did you bring? You got wontons? You got egg foo yung? You got fortune cookies?"

"It looks like Keith brought plenty. I'll get some plates from the kitchen. Keith, you're overdressed."

"I don't know if I want to get naked with a girl present."

"Hey, I ain't a girl!" Wayne was offended. "See?" He pointed to his miniscule cock.

Keith got down on his knees to make a close examination. "Well, I'll be damned. Sure enough. I can see it now. It sure is a pretty little thing."

"Now, you gotta show me yours, Mister Keith." Wayne started pulling at Keith's pants.

"All right, all right. Hold your horsies." Keith dropped trou to exhibit his package. "So, what do you think, Little Girl?"

Wayne shrugged. "I like Uncle's better."

"Smartass Little Bitch!" Keith stepped out of his pants and left them on the floor. Jerry came back with plates and chopsticks and a couple cans of beer. "So Wayne is your nephew then."

"Yep! He came yesterday and is staying 'til tomorrow."

"Well, that's a relief. I thought for a minute you were..." He let his words trail off.

They all sat on the floor and ate heartily. Especially Wayne whose stomach didn't recall it had already had a Big Mac. Keith laughed, "The way you eat, I don't know how you keep your girlish figure."

"Hey! I said I ain't a girl!"

"Hehe, can't take a joke, Little Girl?"

"I got a cock and I can make a o-gazzim, just like Uncle!"

Keith looked at Jerry and cocked his eyebrow.

"We were fooling around this morning. The kid's got a great touch."

"No shit!"

"Yeah, let him show you. Kid, you want to help Keith's cock get big and hard?"

Wayne was dipping a wonton into the red sauce. He popped it in his mouth, didn't bother wiping his fingers, and reached over to grab his new friend's shaft.

"Holy Shit!"

"Circle Jerk!" Jerry called out and took hold of the boy's tiny nail. Keith had no choice. He started giving Jerry a hand job. Soon all three males had their eyes shut and mouths open enjoying the fondling from their neighbor. And of course, quite soon, all three cocks were stiff and two were dripping strands of precum.

Keith was the first to blow! He let four copious shots fly as Wayne looked on in wonder. "Wow, that was awesome, Mister Keith!"

Having released his pent up energy, Keith turned all his attention to Jerry's cock and soon it too shot its loads. Jerry looked at his nephew and saw he was reaching the peak as well. He stiffened, let out that high pitched squeak of his, and pushed Jerry's hand away.

When he got past his peak, Wayne quickly began fingering the pools of Jerry's cum and licking his fingers. Then he did the same with Keith's. Keith was curious. "Well, Little Girl. Whose tastes better?" Wordlessly, Wayne pointed to his uncle. "Smartass little Bitch!"

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