Marcus and Sextus were in the woods. It was a dies calidus, which meant that they were both sweating like eqqui. Sextus looked awful, like a rat who had gotten caught in the rain and then fallen into a fishpond, but as he looked towards Sextus, he noticed how well his older-but-not-really-biological-but-their-entire-r elationship-is-undeterminable brother-friend-person-thing could pull off the whole "sweating like an equus" look. His hair was still perfectly slicked back (with sweat) and his tunic had a gorgeous design (due to sweat). It was almost enough to give Sextus's micropenis a microboner.
All of a sudden, there was a lupus. Sextus's micropenis lost its microboner as he climbed up yet another tree. He had a bad history with trees.
Meanwhile, Marcus took out his big stick. He waved it around to scare the lupus. The lupus became scared of Marcus's stick. It ran away.
Sextus didn't run away. He was fascinated by Marcus's big stick. He felt bad that his was about as long as Marcus's was wide, but then remembered what his mater had said about sticks before she died. "Do not be sollicitus, Sexte," she'd croon to him, "but remember that your pater doesn't have much of a stick, either. His has always been puny. It is nothing to be ashamed of." Thinking of that, he smiled and fell out of the tree yet again.
Marcus came running over, still holding his stick. It was long and hard. "Sexte," he asked, "what do you think of my stick?"
Sextus gulped. Was it really time to admit his true feelings to Marcus? He stammered, "I think it's beautiful."
Marcus gasped. "Really? Can I see yours?"
Sextus squeezed his eyes shut and thought briefly. Was he really ready to take this step in his relationship with Marcus? Should he show Marcus his stick? After coming to an answer, he pulled his tiny stick out of his toga. Marcus smiled.
"That's a pretty impressive stick, Sexte."
"Shut up, Marce; I got it off a bush," Sextus said, as he gemit.
"Do you want help finding a bigger one?" asked Marcus.
"Sure," said Sextus, and they went off to find somewhere where Sextus could break off a bigger stick.
You read that right.
They didn't fuck. Marcus didn't passionately thrust his dick up Sextus's ass as the younger boy moaned with pleasure. He didn't cum all over a tree. They didn't hold each other afterwards until the sun began to set, listening to their heartbeats, flushed.
Marcus had a tree branch. Sextus had a twig. Sextus needed a larger stick, so they went out to find one. Marcus is 16; Sextus is 12 and prepubescent. There was no sex involved.
The end.