Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2011 00:00:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Markus Berger <mb_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Double Wank - 2

AFTER THE DOUBLE WANK - 2
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Warning: It's a fantasy for adult readers at legal places only, as it deals
with sexual activities between a man, a women, a girl and underage boys,
but still has some basically true events in it.

Bisexual incest -  m/b, b/t, t/t/, t/g, [f/t, b/b mentioned]

After the Double Wank
by mb_stories 2011

Part 2 of 2

Morning came much too early, when Tom was shaking me in my bed at dawn,
whispering several times "Wimp, wake up!" until I was yawning sleepily and
barely could see that he'd a big tent in his pajama trousers, when he was
lifting my bedcover and was slipping in, yanking my/his skimpy yellow
pajama pants to my thighs, then was shoving his own thin night trousers to
his mid thighs, before applying some saliva into my crack, spooning and
invading me quickly afterwards.

I just came fully to life, when I felt his left arm tight around my neck
and its hand gripping my blond mop, whereas his right was squeezing my fast
rising banana really hard, as his rape-style fuck began.

'He's showing me the boss again,' I thought, had hoped that he would be
more gentle from now on after his commitments towards me yesterday, but I
was wrong and just tried not to move for not provoking an even harsher
reaction from him to keep me in place.  At the same time though I felt as
well that I needed him possessing me, and his much bigger boy hand then
mine felt so right with its tight grip around my dick's head, as he whacked
me off in the same hard pace as he was banging my bum, before all his moves
became erratic for 2, 3 seconds, then he froze momentarily, just to start
again, rather derailed, filling under groans my little ass with his young
spunk, as I at the same time blew some cum into his strong 12 years old
fist.

Just half a minute he gave himself to stay spooned into me and enjoy his
afterglow, then he withdrew his limping dick, his fist pulling up on my
shot dick, squeezing out some cum reminders and with a dirty grin smeared
his palm all over my face.

"Just a hors d'oeuvre, before Werner and his nephew will drench your
visage, wimp, hihihi ..." he whispered and went back under his cover.

It was a humiliating act, and albeit used to this sort of behavior I
certainly felt it still embarrassing in a corner of my mind, but was
meanwhile trained enough to take it submissively and knew it had helped me
already many times to endure and overcome weird actions from clients, such
as from Werner ...

*

Mom was knocking at our bedroom door around 7.30 am to call us for
breakfast, and whereas Tom was quickly up and on the way out with a morning
wood to bring to the toilet, I had due to my night activities with mom and
the hard shag from my bro a bit longer to sleepily appear in the kitchen,
where Tom was already munching away on a butter/jam smeared slice of bread,
with mom glaring at his junk sitting plumply in his blue worn PJ trousers,
which of course had some little stains.

I just wondered if she'd liked to get a cum shot from Tom as well up her
pussy, but then first said "Morning mom!", when she'd got aware of me
entering the kitchen, letting her gaze focus on MY crotch, where my boy
fruits in Tom's borrowed yellow skimpy PJ panties were very well outlined.

Mom was already in her Sunday clothes, and she'd liked us to go with her to
the church, as it was a family service. But Tom had a soccer match at 9
this morning, what was a must for him and what mom knew and understood, and
I ... well, I've said that I felt still tired, maybe because it was
slightly raining.

Mom then blinked at me as well as Tom did, what both not saw from each
other, but what let me faintly grin.

I also had then some bread and ovaltine, but as soon as mom was gone,
asking us to behave, Tom urged me over into our bedroom to get me ready for
my 'slaughter' this morning, asking me to wear that skimpy black adidas
cotton shorts from Alex first, then my stained beige shorts with its thin
fabric, and for my top just his longtime worn out and also for me too small
grey windcheater, not covering half of my forearms and letting almost see
my belly button (an innie), then hurried me to go, with no socks -- just
with my brown daily sandals.

Complaining to him about going that poor and little clothed he replied,
that better clothes would be a waist in case I wouldn't come back anymore.

"Jeez Tom!"

He just shrugged with a grin and added, that I could ask them to leave the
filet mignon for him, if they'd find any inside my wimpy body !

*

Although it was May, it was cold outside, when I went through the drizzling
rain and was happy to reach that shack of a former shooting stand 10
minutes later and sat on a raw made wooden bench it had outside next to the
door and under the roof ... and waited.

I waited and waited, feeling rather chilled due to that cold grey Sunday
morning rainy weather and then almost decided to leave, after I heard it
chime twice again, at 9.30 tough now, from the church.

However, just when I was to get up, I saw a lanky guy coming around the
corner of that dirt road on his bicycle and towards my place, driving under
the roof and stopping hard next to the bench.

Now I stood and looked at that lad, who was leaning his bike with a bag
tied on its carrier at the hut's wall, turned then to me and shook the hood
of his windjacket with a gesture of his head into his neck.

"Markus?" he asked with a very deep voice.

 "Y-yes," I nearly stuttered.

"Hi, I'm Philip, or Phil, your butcher; nice to meet you and will call you
Mark for the tiny rest of your time," he said with a grin and stretched a
long thin hand with likewise long thin fingers towards me, and I quite
hesitantly gave him my in comparison really small hand, looking up at him
with big grey eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm joking only, albeit ... your hands are nicely slim, I
mean if they're hacked away and deep fried, I'd love to take them with some
chili sauce as a crunchy snack when watching TV, hehehe ..."

"Eek," it came involuntarily out of my mouth, before I sat back, asking
where then Werner was.

"Oh, he was that drunk last night, he couldn't come up this morning, so he
asked me to do for him instead what was necessary and bring you back nicely
parted, as he had already some orders for fresh boy meet of yours!"

"Silly!" I then said, almost annoyed by just another joke and looked a bit
sternly at that gangly teenager, who had short black hair and dark eyes and
a bit a long nose; not that he was ugly, but also not really handsome.

I just wondered instead, if his lower nose would also be a bit on the long
side.

"Yeah, yeah ... whatever," Philip just said, then went to the small annex
at the right side wall, which was the outside toilet and came back saying,
that it had two wooden beams up there to support the roof, one right above
the bowl, what would be great to hang me up there at my ankles, as then my
blood could gush just into the throne after he'd sliced my throat.

"Now stop that please, it scares me!" I said and stood again.

"Just another joke, kid," he grinned, grabbed my small shoulders with his
bony fingers and was pressing me down onto the bench, before he sat next to
me as well.

"Sorry, I really don't want to scare you for real, just ... you know, my
uncle Werner had told me such things since I was a small boy, and so ..."

"Uh, how old are you then now anyway?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Sixteen plus a couple months; why?"

"Gee, I just wonder if you've really been once a small boy too?" I asked
him with an astonished expression.

"Hey, but of course ... uh, you ... you BRAT !" he then got MY joke and
grabbed me in a surprising gentle way, made me giggle and squirm, when his
long hand went to my crotch, feeling me up there, then looking into my
eyes.

"Say ... do you want first a bit to play? There behind in the toilet, as it
might be the last time to mess around, huh?"

I swallowed and had not to think it twice, without reacting to his joke
this time, as my instant boner was already throbbing beneath my two shorts
and wanted to get treated, and so I nodded, him then pulling me up, and I
saw, how bad a bulge he had as well in his long thin blue jeans, as he was
taking his bike at its handle and bringing it behind the hut.

"Not that anybody can see it when passing by and comes around to look, just
when I'm about to clean out your inwards from your sliced belly," he
explained, when coming around with that bag it had on his bike.

"Yeah, yeah -- butcher," I teased him, but Phil only made a bit bigger
eyes, then was grabbing my neck and marched me into the toilet, which had a
surprisingly clean throne with a wooden lid and cover as well, and it even
had a little sink.

Philip opened the tap, and water gushed out.

"Great, just in case ... you know, with a large cut on your throat it
always gets very bloody on the floor, hehe ..."

"YOU and your jokes," I was shaking my head and wondered, what else he'd
brought in his bag, but had then first to sit on the wooden cover of the
bowl, and he went down between my legs and removed my sandals, which he was
putting in a plastic bag he'd pulled out from that bag.

"Why you're putting them inside the plastic?" I asked.

"Hey, Werner told me not to leave anything behind ... maybe your brother
could wear them afterwards."

"Silly," I just murmured, but concentrated then on the task he did on me,
when he was starting to caress my feet, then went up my thin legs with both
his slender hands, which felt rather cold.

"Nice," he whispered, when his hands were climbing up more over my knees
and then rested on my thighs.

"Smooth -- so very smooth, young and yet so tight ... and also perfect for
'Osso Bucco'," he said, looking expectantly at me.

"Don't know what that is, huh? Never mind ... just get your baby
windcheater off now and that stained shorts too please," he then friendly
demanded, just to gulp audibly, when I stood in front of him with only my
skimpy black cotton shorts, where my nuts hung halfway out at the left hem.

"Gosh -- no; oh no! Jeez, Werner has said about your huge sac, but ... let
me see!" he said and with that pulled my little worn cotton shorts down and
let me step out.

Completely naked as I then was he didn't loose too much time with
inspecting my thin arms and touching my chicken torso, murmuring something
that sounded like 'hints of spare ribs', but brought his face afterwards
straight to my crotch and like Alex yesterday was burying it there and
covering my genitals, his tongue washing my sac.

I was shivering instantly, both for feeling of his long nose poking me in
the front and his long, still cold palms squeezing my small globes from
behind, then one, and a 2nd bony finger of his was pushing at my backdoor
and entering quickly, when feeling almost no resistance.

My throu his sexual check-up at his face pressed wiener though needed to
stretch, and he felt it very well and gave my banana free, just to swallow
the half without choking, then fondled my heavy balls he'd tongue-bathed
before and was increasing the sucking pressure and speed on my dick, when I
was about to go onto my toes.

"It's ... sooooon ... Phil," I moaned.

Him hearing that and sensing my mounting tension was pushing more with his
fingers in my ass and let his left hand slip vertically under my drown up
balls to my hard perineum, went to and fro like a saw while pressing
rhythmically upwards as well ... and that was it.

"Unnnghh," I made, several times, and my sucked dick spurted its banana
milk into the teenager's surprising tenderly lactating mouth, until I was
done and forced him to leave my spent bird, which glistened wettly and
throbbed a last two, three times more, before slowly wilting, its reddened
curve on top bending even more to the left, but then gradually became
almost straight on its shrinking way down.

"You've got very sweet cum, Mark ... I like that ... and you've got a long,
thin and beautiful dick -- too bad it has soon to get separated from
your body and put in a plastic sac," he first smiled, and then grinned up
to me, licking his lips.

"Yeah I know -- thanks anyway ... but what about the bow, when it's stiff?"
I wanted to hear from him.

"Oh that? OK, it's a bit ... well ..."

"Wrecked?" I helped.

"Gosh, not that much, but a bit ... yeah ..."

"Damn'; thought already that I had a crippled one ..."

"No; not at all ... but if you want, I could try to cut off the upper part
with the razor knife I've with me in the bag -- I mean you still would have
almost 4 hard inches afterwards," Phil said, looking at me with a weird
lust drawn onto his face.

"N-now?" I faked to be scared about, as it could hardly be that he really
wanted to do that right away.

"Just when you're anyway tied up for the slaughter," he replied, and this
time didn't look like holding a grin back.

Then it chimed another time twice from the village's clock tower.

"Shit, 10.30 already; damn' I need to be back at 11.30," he said.

"Me too," I nodded.

"OK then, better let's do the inevitable thing now quickly," he grinned and
fished his bag towards us and opened it, pulling out several longer and
smaller cords, but left two knives, two metal hooks, a rabbit shooter, some
plastic sacs and a small axe inside as well as an iron bar with leather
belts attached on both ends.

"Hooks?" I wondered.

"Oh, those I would use only when you'd lost consciousness and I could push
them throu your ankles to hang you up, understand?" he explained, and I
asked again:

"And what's that axe for?"

"That? Just to chop off your head first. You know we always sell them for
brain researchers; hands and feet you'll loose afterwards -- the latter
make a very good soup by the way!"

I was just shaking my head in disbelief about such a lot of bad jokes.

Interestingly though my dick had risen again, pulsated slowly to the left
and showed no intention to go down soon. Even the contrary was the case, as
my wrecked banana knew it already before my mind said, it was weird, but
cool to get 'slaughtered' by that skinny teenager; more then ever, when he
was undoing his jeans, pulling them together with his briefs down and was
stepping out, and I could see his male attributes for the first time -- and
had quite to swallow.

His brownish colored dick bounced up dangerously, as it was surely a good
seven inches long, not too thick, but fatter then I'd expected his cock
was, whereas his ball sac was a little smaller then mine, but hung rather
low and dangled to the movements of that gangly lad.

Just hairs of course he had, quite a pubic bush above his stem, but none at
his wrinkled and yet so brown nut bag.

"OK, I'll try not to hurt you now, but that's the way I had to go along
with a boy I'd have to slaughter," he spoke.

And before long he'd swiftly gripped my hands, brought them behind my small
back, turned them upwards and tied my wrists, before with another rope
fixing them onto my back by wrapping it around my chest and knocking almost
my breath out.

Then I had to get on my knees and that iron bar came behind between my
ankles, and each got tightly strapped with the respective leather belt,
before Philip was swinging a loop of a long rope up around a wooden beam
and then connected it to the iron bar, and ...

"S H R I E K !" I cried, as ...

... Philip had grabbed my blond mop with a harsh jerk and then pulled on
that long rope, lifting me up with my spread feet and legs first, then gave
my head free, as soon as I was around half a meter above the cement floor
and the rope got secured at a side post, whereas I was upside-down gangling
to and fro a bit, unable to pull me up, as I was way to weak for that.

"So, now I normally would use the rabbit killer to make you loose
consciousness, and I guess two or three shots with the steel bolt inside
would help you to roll your eyes backwards, hehehe ... but we have no time
for that now, so you'll be aware when I'm going to make you genderless!"

"Gender ... what?"

"Look here, slaughterboy," he said and got on his knees to show for my a
bit reddened face's eyes two knives, saying, "the little sharp one here is
to scratch the skin barely a mm around your tools and pull it all over from
your sac to the tip of your dick, just cutting the little band at the end
... and nude are your ripening boy fruits!"

"That's weird!" was all I could say.

"No, it's an artistic task to skin your junk without a single drop of blood
... but today and because we haven't that much time I'll take this one,
look: It has the shape of a little sickle, is very sharp and allows me to
just pull it up from beneath your balls and take away all your parts in a
smooth single cut as if gliding with a hot blade throu butter," he
explained, and his eyes had a wild expression and his long hand was working
at his ever so long hard penis.

He had me, as by then I felt really uneasy, asking him to end his game now,
as I wanted to go home.

"OK, sorry -- didn't want to scare you that much, just a last thing now I
really always would do before," he hissed, still kneeling in front of me,
gripping his long strong weapon and stroked it within half a minute to an
explosive ejaculation with gallons of slippery teenage cum, so it felt for
me, as his hot spunk splattered all over my upside-down face, burning in my
eyes and letting me squirm and twist and writhe in my bondage, provoking
even two or three more volleys from that 16-year-old spraying over my
cum-drenched visage.

"Get me down now, damn'; you're cumming like a horse!" I cursed, spitting
snot from his dick out in between talking to him.

"Yeah ... OK ... just don't be angry ..." he panted, then hurried onto his
feet and by unfastening the rope quickly let me down, undid the ties and
helped me to massage my wrists and ankles and was looking at me quite
guiltily.

Well, I'd been and still am a good person, and back on my own feet I just
then started to feel the thrill it had given me. Therefore I caressed his
cheek, took his half deflated long penis, brought it to my mouth and was
sucking it clean for him, whereas he was trying to wipe my face with a
hanky he had in his pocket, doing it very subtle, as if I had a face out of
thin porcelain.

"No, just let it, I'll clean the rest up at home," I said, suddenly wanting
to have his cum stuck to my face and hair.

He though wanted to throw his hanky into the bowl afterwards.

"No, give it to me please ... as a cum rag and ... uh, remembrance from
you, Philip," I said, blushing quite some about my request.

"You want? Oh ... that's so lovely ... here," he gave me that drenched
hanky, and I didn't hesitate a second to sniff at, and then, most likely
with a wrinkled nose like a male animal in heat put it into my shorts'
pocket, before getting clad with the little bit I was wearing.

Philip was putting his tools back in his bag, and then we both went behind
the hut, where he was tying the bag onto his bike, we stood close to each
other and were looking into each others eyes, before Philip slowly pulled a
5 bucks bill out of his jeans' pocket.

"Oh thanks, Phil; I almost forgot," I smiled and gave him a kiss onto his
cheek.

"Thanks as well, Mark ... hope we can meet again, if you want," he said and
looked quite hopefully at me.

"When?"

"Next Sunday, down at my place if you want. You know I still have the key
for the old slaughterhouse to clean up for my boss. It's not in use anymore
since a month and was just for goats, sheep, chicken and rabbits, maybe a
pig too once in a while ..."

"And boys I guess, when nobody could see it, huh?" I grinned.

"Yeah ... uh, no, of course not. But it still has some tools inside, and we
could fake it better then here ..."

He looked quite excited, explaining me the advantages of such a deserted
little slaughterhouse, when I was shaking my head no and was unterlining
that by doing the same with my digit, as I have seen very well the almost
weird glow coming up in his eyes and feared quite strongly, that it could
badly slip out of his hands at a certain point, when I was tied and hung
up, the door closed and nobody else around, and so said quietly to him:

"You know, I don't want to end up as a sausage or steak on the plate of a
weird guy -- one who'd probably even enjoyed my special services just
an hour or so before! Understand?"

He had to gulp dryly, then gave me a derailed smile, before composing
himself again, and with tousling my hair asked rather unsure sounding, if
we could meet maybe at the main station's restroom instead, just once in a
while.

"That would be awesome, Phil, as I at least once would like your long spear
shoved up my tight ass; and you can always use your hands, but nothing then
your hands as tools to do with my body what you want, even can visit me
later at home sometimes, if we're getting along well then -- agreed?"

And that poor weird gangly teen then became watery eyes, and his trembling
thin lips were blindly searching for mine on my face, while our hands were
groping our respective crotches, before he broke the contact with a long
and loud sniff.

"Tom can call Werner and make a date for you and me; Sunday and Monday are
the best, OK?" he said by swinging his long thin legs over the saddle, and
I was nodding and then let him pedal off, waving at him, before he drove
around the curve ...

*

When I came back home, Tom had just arrived and was in the shower, as back
then there were no shower cells in the gym hall next to the sport field,
just toilets.

Mom looked at me and then shook her head, saying:

"You better take a shower too after Tom, and then put on some clean clothes
or at least a fresh PJ -- your cupboard is filled up again," she smiled
at me and quickly pulled a bit at my nose with her left and at the same
time throu my shorts at my banana with her other hand.

"Mom -- it smells so good; what did you cock?"

"Hungry what? Need to feed your fat egg sac down here too, huh?" she
whispered frivolously, cupping my scrotum, before answering:

"Well, we'll have smashed potatoes, green beans and osso bucco!"

"Osso ... bucco?" I almost startled and got paler then I normally was, just
to switch to a rosy shadow that was blowing over my slightly cum-crusty
face afterwards.

"You don't like that?" mom asked, adding that it was from a calf.

"Oh, a calf? Well, I'll like it then ... as long as it isn't from a boy
... hihihihi," I grinned on the way to the bath, where I'd seen Tom
slipping out in the nude and disappearing in our bedroom.

"From a boy -- what a scary weird idea!" I heard mom muttering to herself,
when I was closing the bath door behind me.

* Just after 1 pm, when mom was gone to the railway station and had
whispered to me not to do anything that girl or I not wanted to do, Tom
went first over to Peter's mom to check the air and came back after 5
minutes, not alone though.

"Gosh yeah, you was right, Tom -- he's a sissy kid with his pink PJ's there
and not only looks, but surely IS really a wimp, just OK maybe to shag him,
but he never should hop onto my sis, not he!" said a young man who came
into our hall behind Tom, but was blinking with an eye several times to me.

I was perplex about his blinking and looked at that around 20 years old man
with so beautiful blond curly hair and blue eyes, who obviously was the
younger brother of Peter's mom and who'd just mentioned that I really was a
wimp ... and a sissy kid, albeit mom had said that very day before lunch,
that my old, but just freshly washed pink pajama would fit me still nicely,
would easily show that I was a growing boy and would made me looking very
sweet.

I gulped, knowing at the same time what hopping onto his sister meant:
fucking her, but what I never should do !"

"Sorry bro, don't be too disappointed, but the single sperm that might swim
far up to reach one of Clara's eggs, more dead then alive, hihihi, would
produce just another wimp ... and most likely one with a wrecked banana
too! Wanna see, Peter?" Tom said, then stepped up to me and was yanking my
pajama pants down.

I was long enough surprised by Tom's not foreseen task, that Peter could
see what I had, and because my dick just then of all time had to rise, and
rapidly, that young man had his best proof and shook his head almost in
disgust, so it seemed to me.

"Still want him for a free quickie?" Tom asked then Peter, whereas I
hastily pulled my tight pink PJ trousers up, and now my stiff and to the
left curved banana was especially nice to see.

"Yeah, sort of wanna know how much spunk he's got in that damn' too huge
sac he's carrying around," Peter gave back and looked at me arrogantly
first, then changed briefly to a mild smile and blinked again.

I though was no game at all, albeit thinking that he wasn't that bad as he
was acting and shook my head NO, but making a deal without Tom brought once
more nothing, but almost a fat slap into my face.

However, Tom stopped short from serving me his strong palm and gripped my
light blond mop instead and pulled my head with it several times up and
down.

"That way you have to shake your stupid head, bro -- that way!"

"Don't tear that childish looking bulb between his ears out ... hehehe
... OK wimp, let's go to the toilet -- the only place you're worth to
belong for such purposes, hehehe," that Peter said and beckoned me with yet
another blink to him to swiftly get dragged to the loo.

"I'll go back then and let your son suck me, since it's just you who wants
to bum Clara -- that OK?" Tom was talking from the hall and left, as
Peter had given him a green light.

Inside the toilet Peter told me not to worry about anything, asking me to
undo my PJ's and show myself in all my naked glory, what I hesitantly did,
still fearing a bad thing to come.

However, the longer then that young man looked at me, starting to carefully
caress and comfort me all over, the more I wondered why the heck he before
was faking a deadshit bully and carefully asked him, if he liked my body.

"Yes I do, boy, 'cause the truth is, that I'm a bi, you know, fucking both
with girls and boys, but those boys had to be on the slim, or better: on
the wimpy side -- just like you ..."

"Oh ..."

"Yeah, and that should not everybody know, also not your half brother Tom
who plays the tough guy, but who'll get his bum shagged later that
afternoon instead of you now," that man said.

"Wow!" I breathed in surprise, then dared to ask what Tom had hinted, if
the little curly blond Peter was indeed his son.

"Yeah, it happened when Clara and I were fooling around. Such things can
happen, you know ..." Peter just shrugged, smiling at me and asking me to
keep it as a secret.

"I will; uh, how old you're now?"

"Twenty-one; why?"

 "Just ... wait ... then you've been around thirteen, when you and your
sister ..."

"Hohohohoho ... yeahhhh, you're right, Mark; shocked?"

"N-no; not really ... uh, I mean: not at all, hihihi," I had then to laugh
too, as I of course remembered the talk with mom last night and my ... my
boy-dad ...

"OK, I'll go over now too and be sure that Tom will get a lesson later,
Mark," that young man said and wanted to open the toilet door, but I held
him back at his shirt.

"Peter, I can do something for you ... anything you like, such as a HJ, a
BJ or you can fuck my mouth and bum or both ..." I smiled at him, wanking
slowly and teasingly at my stiff wiener.

"You really want to please me, Mark?"

"Yeah, tell me ..."

"OK; then get clad again and have a wank throu your PJ trouser and let your
spunk squirt in for me to see afterwards ... just if you want, Mark," he
asked and seemed to have a slightly flushed face.

"Of course, no probs," I gave back, put my PJ on and then whacked my banana
off and spurted my seed soon afterwards into the freshly washed pajama
bottom, whereas that young man Peter ...

Well, I saw just enough, that he was watching me intensely, all my moves
and jerks and the grimacing of the face and the hand that was rhythmically
wanking and the other that was cupping my fat bag, until it got out of
track when I was about to ejaculate and then groaned and moaned, till the
whole load I'd produced since the discharge in Philip's mouth was out and
in the worn, but still girlish pink colored pajama pants and was seeping
throu the thin cloth where I had my banana in a tight grip around its
curved tip.  "Let me see please," Peter then nearly begged with a tremolo
in his voice, and then 'Ahh-ed' and 'Ohh-ed' to and fro, asking to just try
a tiny bit and dipped his digit into the still warm white puddle it had
inside, the cum moving very viscously a bit down, seeping more into and
throu the fabric ...

"I should now go and see what I can do with Tom to ease it a bit for you
later, Mark -- thank you, you're a fine sweet delicate kid and hope to see
you another time, since I'm back in your country again ..."

*

Alex was thrilled to see me around 2 pm, but said that it wasn't good to
mess in his room, since his dad was home and had a business talk with a
couple guests.

"Oh shit; but how about that neighbor girl you've said last time?" I asked,
squeezing my well outlined dick throu a pair of light grey corduroys, which
were Tom's former Sunday trousers a couple years ago. And my banana was to
see even better, since I could not wear briefs beneath if I wanted to zip
up completely and close the button on the waistband.

"Melanie? Don't know if she's at home; why?"

"Well, it's just ... I mean if she still wants ... uh, because you've said
that she'd wanted you to fuck her, but you'd chickened out and fingered her
only, and now ... gee Alex, don't look that weird at me, I just ..." I
trailed off.

"Jeez, you've got a stiffy already? Because you'd like to bang her? Hm
... we can go and ask, if you want. And hey: I HAD wanted to fuck her, but
with my dick's too tight foreskin, you know ..."

"Yeah, I guess it would hurt; but Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you just go alone and ask her?"

"You really want to put your banana into her young twat?" Alex grinned, and
when I nodded rapidly, he said that he will go and look for her, whereas I
should go to the little shed it had in his parent's huge garden to wait,
and that I could do her there inside, if she would come.

She came, and I was stunned that she had so short hair, what wasn't usual
back then, and also that she had on a pair of black corduroys and a blue
polo shirt, all making a nice contrast to her short auburn hair and light
blue eyes and suiting her slim frame.

"Nice sweater you've got, or ... gee, that's a pajama top, isn't it?" she
asked, smiling at me and hadn't to look up too much, as she was almost my
height.

"Uh yeah, sort of was in a hurry to see Alex," I sheepishly grinned.

"I'd like him shagging me, he's a huge dick you know ... uh, guess you
REALLY know, hihihi."

Both Alex and I blushed, but that boyish girl went over it by saying:

"Let's do it quickly, as I have a friend coming over at 3 pm ... just a
girlfriend, boys -- let's go!"

She took the lead, and then inside the shed she was shoving her corduroys
to her thighs, showing off her bald slit and nodded at me to undo my
trousers as well.

I did and she grinned, when she saw that I too had no briefs on, before
licking her lips and reaching without asking for my banana.

"Nice long dick, a bit thin, but with a cute curve -- I like it ... come,"
she then just breathed and had her left brought up and groped my neck from
behind, whereas her right, still holding my dangerously stiff wiener,
guided my fertilizing tool to and into her smooth snail.

"Unggmmmh ... ohh ... mnnghhh ... nnnghhhh ... ahhhhh ..."

Instantly at our genitas touch I had to ejaculate forcefully and felt it
hottly ran down between our mating organs to our thighs and further into
our corduroys.

"OK, no problem Markie, just stop your spasms now and do it again, and take
your time, while Alex can empty his nuts and spray his spunk over my cunt
and your cock and balls if he can manage it ... now go!" she hissed and
pressed a bit with her left in my neck to show me she wanted it, and she
wanted it done now !

It was more an order, and her tight grip in my neck felt as if it was Tom
taking me, and so I became automatically submissive towards her, and to
make it even more alike she'd suddenly served me a light swat onto my face
to accelerate my speed and started to push her pelvis towards me too.

'Gosh - who was fucking here whom?'  it went trough my mind and I really
gave my outmost to fuck her tight 9 and a couple months old schoolgirl twat
and feared that I couldn't spunk up the way she'd wish, when Alex started
to moan next to us and then shoved his gorgeous fat hard dick between our
crotches and let his goo out there as if it was an elephant emptying his
monstrous scrotum.

That slippery sperm of his feeling I groaned too and pumped my seminal
liquid into her, if with or without living sperms wasn't what I was caring
then, just to fill up and rock with her was the target she'd given to me
...

"Well done, boy," she said with a nod, after she'd separated herself from
me and was pulling her corduroys up without cleaning anything.

"Need my girlfriend to see, so don't look that nasty to me, guys!" she was
grinning both to Alex and me, my friend then also stuffing his cock back
behind his flies, and I ... well, I didn't need to think and also just
pulled my tight corduroys up and grinned, as a damp dark stain appeared, as
soon as my banana got covered with the fabric of my trousers.

"You should come once a Wednesday afternoon; would like to show you my
bedroom, you know? See ya around guys," she then said, but pulled me
briefly at my mop to her and planted a sweet kiss onto my mouth ... and
then left the shed.

* With Alex' house full of guests and we two boys spent and not so eager to
make out more, we just talked for a while and then he came the half part of
my way back home with me and was kissing me tenderly in the shadow of a
house entrance, asking me to briefly come over on Monday after school.

I was happily nodding, wanting better him then anyone trying to shag me
then, let alone doing that resolute girl again, and back home wondered,
that Tom wasn't around yet.

I switched from the freshly and still at some points damp corduroys to the
PJ bottom that hung in our bedroom over the chair to dry up, and I grinned,
when I was clad completely with that pink PJ and saw, that its top had some
stains as well, most likely when Alex had drenched Melanie's and my belly
and our crotches with his semen ... and I felt happy and sexy that way.

Mom would not come before 8 pm, and just after 7 I had some leftover from
our lunch and grinned, when putting a tiny piece of osso bucco into my
mouth, when the apartment door opened and Tom came, but walked in with a
stoned face and in a weird manner to almost hurriedly escape into our
bedroom, locking the door audibly, just to unlock again and rushing into
the bath, then back into his room again after a couple minutes, glimpsing
out of an eye's corner into the kitchen throu the open door without saying
anything, before disappearing again into the bedroom, not locking the door
this time.

I was taking a huge breath and nodded, sensing that it had been Peter to
cause my brother's strange behavior, and as that good guy that I was and
still be, I wanted to see him, maybe needed to soothe his pain, whatever it
was, but stopped short before our bedroom door, when I heard him crying
inside, not loud, but he was indeed weeping.

I watered up immediately outside and went back into the kitchen to wash my
face at the sink there, when mom came home and I was hugging her.

"What's up Markie?" she asked.

"Tom, he's in the bedroom and don't want to come out," I said.

Mom went straight there and silently opened the door a bit, asking if he
was OK, when I heard that he wanted some cooling cream as he'd a hard thud
and his bum was sore.

Mom nodded and came back, getting some Arnika cream she'd stored in the
fridge and then I just heard again, that he wanted to apply it by himself
and would take a liberal amount onto his digit ... and that he would like
to stay alone this night and if she'd tell Markie to please sleep at her
place, if it'd be OK with that.

'Markie and please, huh?' I silently wondered.

"But of course I am; just hope you're back at your own then tomorrow for
school, huh?" mom said.

"I will, mom -- I will ... night," came Tom's surprisingly soft voice, and
then back at the kitchen table mom asked me, if I'd heard his request.

"Sure, and I agree," I smiled at her, grinning then, when a faint smirk
appeared around her mouth's corners.

"Fine, and how was it that afternoon?"

"Done, mom!" I proudly replied, squeezing my dick.

She saw that and swallowed, before saying:

"Well, before you're telling me about that, and in detail, I guess we can
share then the dessert between us two, huh?" she said, and when I was
asking what it was she smiled a bit wickedly:

"Banana split, dear ... even with cream!" she said, opening a card box from
out of her bag.

"Jeez mom, after my osso bucco thighs ..."

"Osso bucco thighs?'

"Never mind mom, let me see ... indeed: Banana split, but just a little
cream!"

"Well, you could still add some from your ... your not split, but cutely
curved one, hihihi ..."

"Now? Or ... later maybe?" I asked and felt my wiener pressing strongly
into the thin fabric of my tight pink PJ bottom.

"Later it is then, Markie boy, and fresh from the source ..."

"Wow, that'll be so fucking hot, mom !"

"Yeah, that most likely comes too afterwards, huh?"

"Huh ... ohhhhhhh THAT? Yeeahhhhhhhhh ... "

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