Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2016 22:47:10 -0500
From: Rhymer
Subject: A Day in the Life, Part I

A Day in the Life, Part I

Tad, 4:03 AM

By Rhymer

(Bb, inc, cons, anal, mast)

*****

This story is 100% fictional, the product of my imagination. It's Part 1 of
an 8-part tale of a 12-year-old boy who becomes hypersexual due to a
sustained high fever, and now requires sex many times a day in order to
remain mentally stable. His family does their best to handle the situation
in their own way, by servicing him as needed. He repeatedly has sex daily
with his 14-year-old brother, his 10-year-old and 13-year-old sisters, his
mother, his tutor, and himself. The story describes one day in his life a
year after his condition sets in, and it soon becomes clear that his entire
family is now sexually open and adventurous as a result of tending to his
needs.

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Now, on with the show!

*****


It was the snoring that woke Tad up. It was as loud as a chainsaw.

He blinked his eyes open in the brilliant moonlight streaming in through
the wide bay windows and stared up at the ceiling, groaning inwardly. Fuck,
there was no way he'd get back to sleep anytime soon with all that racket!
He glanced at his younger brother, who lay on the other side of the
king-sized bed that their Mom had installed in his room last year. They all
had them now, courtesy of Jamey and his condition.

Jamey was lying on his back, his arm thrown over his eyes, buck naked. He
rarely slept with covers or clothes anymore, because his condition made him
hot all the time, so Tad could see that his cock was hard... as usual.

He reached over and shoved Jamey on the shoulder. The kid didn't get the
point, so Tad kept pushing until Jamey was on his side, whereupon the
snoring ceased. Thank goodness!

Tad snuggled down in his covers and tried to go back to sleep for a little
while, but his body wasn't having it. He was too horny, because in his
mind's eye, he kept seeing his brother's sleek body limned in the
moonlight. Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked at Jamey for
real. Dammit, this was not cool. The kid was only 12, and Tad wasn't even
15, for Crissake. "I'm not gay," he told himself. Then he looked at Jamey
in the pale light, and thought about how cute the kid looked, especially
that perfect, tight little ass, and qualified the statement: "Okay, maybe
I'm a little gay."

But he still liked pussy more than cock, he told himself. Say maybe 90%
straight and 10% gay. Or possibly 75/25. Whatever.

"Fuck it," he groaned, and heaved himself up on one elbow. He reached for
the bottle of lube on nightstand and started greasing up his six-inch cock,
which was already stiff -- from morning wood, he told himself, and not
because he was horny for his brother. He just did this to help Jamey
out. You had to fuck a hypersexual or he'd go crazy or something, according
to Mom.

He smiled when he thought about his mother. He couldn't wait until tonight.

Moving slowly, quietly, he slid in beside his sleeping brother
spoon-fashion, and pushed Jamey's top leg forward about a foot. Jamey's
deep, even breathing never faltered.  Then Tad slipped forward, and slid
his rigid penis between the young boy's buttocks, moving ahead until he
felt the tight little ring of Jamey's rosebud. Taking a deep breath, he
proceeded forward, groaning as he penetrated the boy's rectum. It was hella
tight, so he reached out with his left arm and lifted his brother's leg up
a little to give him more leeway.

He'd worked about half his length into the tight passage when Jamey said
sleepily, "Dude, you could warn a guy before you stick your dick up his
butt."

Tad grinned. "*Dude*, you boned me half the night. It's my turn."

"Okay, you talked me into it, you smooth operator you." Jamey turned his
head toward Tad, and leaned back for a kiss.

They Frenched for a moment as Tad pushed the rest of the way in; then Tad
pulled back from his little brother's soft lips and hot tongue, breathing
hard.  "Slippery enough?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah."

"Then I'm gonna pound your ass, little boy."

"Go for it, old man!"

Tad pulled his cock half out of his brother's ass, then rammed it back in
in one smooth motion. Jamey gasped loudly. "You okay?"

"It's good."

The kid's ass was hot and tight and slick, so Tad did exactly what he'd
promised: he pounded his brother's ass without mercy until, just a few
minutes after he started, his orgasm exploded through him, jet after jet of
his creamy semen spewing deep into tight rectal folds. Spent, he reached
forward and slid his hand over Jamey's cock. It was still hard, but he
could feel the flood of come that Jamey himself had shot at some
point. Unlike Tad's, Jamey's semen was thin and watery, though there was a
lot more of it, and his body seemed to manufacture it in quart
quantities. "You came that much from getting your ass pounded? You're such
a little ass slut," Tad joked.

"Bite me, old man." Jamey sighed. "And I'm still horny. Could you, like,
suck me off?"

"Dude, no fucking way! You had your cock up my butt last night. I'm not
going to suck you till after you've cleaned up."

"Aww..."

Jamey sounded so disappointed that Tad offered, "Want me to jack you?"

"Hmm. Well. I have another idea," Jamey said.

"Dude, my ass is too sore. No."

"Not that. Could I, like, jack off on your face? That would be really hot."

"Dude, no to that, too. I don't do bukkake." Jamey knew what that was,
because he knew what everything was that had to do with sex. He was always
looking on the 'Net for something new to try, since he did everything so
often.

"Aww..."

Tad rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can jack off on my chest if you like. But
no facial!"

"Yay!"

Tad rolled over on his back, massaging his soft cock (which was sore now
too because of Jamey's tightness) as his brother straddled his stomach. "I
think this'll be fun," Jamey declared, as he took his cock in hand and
started stroking.

Tad looked up at his grinning face, noticing the silver-gold highlights the
moonlight struck in Jamey's hair, and felt a wave of fondness for the
kid... notwithstanding the weird fucking situation they found themselves in
now, after Jamey had almost died last year. As Jamey started jamming his
hand down over his cock and bucking his hips, Tad reached for the lube
again. "I know what'll help," he sighed, as he oiled up the first two
fingers of his left hand and then reached between the younger boy's
legs. He leaned forward to work his fingers between the kid's ass cheeks
and inserted first one and then the other in Jamey's hot little hole,
sawing them back and forth in time to the kid's pumping.

It wasn't long before Jamey cried out, tensed up, and shot his usual huge,
thin load all over Tad. He tried to keep his dick pointed at Tad's chest,
but an errant jet spurted across his older brother's cheek and jaw.

"You little slut!" Tad laughed, "I knew you'd cream my face!"

Jamey sagged back on Tad's lap, breathing hard. "Sorry," he said, then
squatted and rubbed his ass against Tad's cock, proving he wasn't sorry at
all. When it didn't elicit the response he wanted he said, "Huh? Huh?"
suggestively.

Tad pushed him over onto his side of the bed and reached for a towel to
clean his face and mop up the spunk on his chest before it got the bed
wet. "Dude, I ain't the Energizer Bunny. I can only get it up so many times
before I have to quit."

"Aww..."

"You came twice in five minutes! That oughta be enough even for you. Think
you can sleep okay now?"

"You woke *me* up, jerk."

"Yeah, to keep you from waking me up for sex in half an hour. Besides, I
was awake anyway. You were snoring. So: horniness eased?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay for a while."

"Can you sleep?"

Jamey yawned. "Oh yeah."

"Without snoring?"

"That I can't promise."