Date: Thu, 05 Aug 1999 16:38:01 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Big Brother's Servant t/b M/t M/m/F oral anal incest bi

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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. This story
was sort of odd to write, and I'm really not sure how it turned out. I'd
really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative
comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what
it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from one or two people on
each story and that's not much feedback for all the work I put into writing
these. I'd really like to hear from you so I'll have some idea how I'm
doing. Thanks.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution. Jon


Big Brother's Servant

by Jon Hold

Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>

Copyright )1999 by the author

(t/b M/t M/m/F oral anal incest bi)



My big brother had raised me since I was eight years old. He was 
only six years older than me when our parents were killed in a car 
wreck, but our Aunt and Uncle owned a small house at the edge of 
town and let us live there together. Our family was Italian-Irish 
and very close. My dad was the Italian half, and a bunch of his 
brothers and sisters and cousins lived in our farming community 
and kind of looked out for us. But it was Tony that I looked to, 
and admired more than anyone.

We shared a bed in the tiny house's only bedroom, so I got to see 
Tony naked from the time we moved in there. I tried to be there 
every time he'd change clothes or take a bath. Tony didn't mind my 
seeing him without clothes on and I certainly liked to look. Even 
at fourteen Tony was really hairy and his body fuzz was a source 
of much admiration from my young eyes. At night Tony and I only 
wore shorts to bed and if I wanted him to, he'd let me cuddle up 
to him and he'd hold me in his strong arms until I went to sleep.

Tony started doing odd jobs after school and on the weekends, 
doing his best to support us without asking for anything from our 
relatives.  They insisted on helping us anyway, and the women made 
sure there was always plenty of homemade food in the house, but 
Tony liked to be independent and earned all the money we needed 
himself. I wanted to help, but wasn't very big, so I started 
taking care of the house. I kept everything neat and clean and 
Tony showed me how to do the laundry and how to cook. He'd always 
tell me how good I took care of him, and that made me feel better 
than anything.

Before long we developed a pretty regular schedule. I'd play with 
my friends for an hour or so after school and then go home and 
start dinner and clean the house. When Tony got home I'd help him 
get undressed for the bath I'd have ready for him and we'd get in 
tub together. Daddy had always helped us bathe right up to the 
time he died, and Tony and I just kept doing that, only we bathed 
each other now instead of Daddy doing it. The first time Tony 
washed me, he didn't do it just like Daddy had. I cried because he 
didn't love me like daddy did and after that Tony washed me just 
like daddy had, including washing under my foreskin and the inside 
of the hole in my bottom. Tony's fingers weren't as big as Daddy's 
but somehow they felt just as good washing my insides as Daddy's 
had.

When Tony was done washing me, it would be my turn to wash him, 
and Tony soon learned how much I liked washing him, so he'd just 
relax and let me take care of him. I'd have him sit down in the 
tub and I'd kneel down over his legs so I could shampoo his thick, 
black hair. Tony really liked to have his hair shampooed and he'd 
moan and groan the whole time, so I'd take my time and wash his 
hair really carefully. When I was done washing his hair, I'd rinse 
him with the pail and then put cream rinse on his hair and let it 
soak in.

Then I'd sit down on his legs and take the bar soap and wash his 
hands and arms and under his arms and across his chest right down 
to the water line. I'd have to scoot forward and reach under his 
arms to wash his back, but that felt really good. All of this 
would take a while because I really liked feeling the hair all 
over Tony's body and touching all his big hard muscles. When I was 
finally done washing Tony's upper parts I'd help him stand up. 
He'd hold onto the shower bar and I'd stay squatted down on my 
knees. Tony would put his feet one at a time into my lap so I 
could wash his feet and up his legs over the knees. The hair on 
his legs was really rough and springy instead of soft like on his 
chest, but that just made washing his legs even more interesting 
because of the patterns I could make in the soapy hair.

When his lower legs were clean, I'd get up on my knees and use 
both hands to soap and clean each of Tony's muscular thighs. I 
especially liked it when my agile fingers would become entwined in 
curly matt of hair in Tony's crotch. Tony's crotch hair was really 
thick and tightly curled. I'd bury my fingertips deeply into the 
thicket in order to wash the skin underneath and Tony would push 
his groin against my fingers so I could wash him really good. I'd 
be extra careful washing Tony's balls because were really 
sensitive and I didn't want to hurt him. Tony just used one hand 
to wash both of my balls at the same time, but I had to use both 
hands to wash each of Tony's balls because they were so big. Tony 
really liked it when I washed his balls. He'd put a hand on my 
head so that he could tap me if I got too rough, lean back against 
the wall and spread his legs. I really liked the feeling of Tony's 
hand on my head and of him of being in charge while I cleaned him 
.

Next, I'd reach between Tony's legs and give his butt a good 
washing. Tony would finally squat down a little so I could reach 
my hands deep into the crack of his butt. Tony only had to use one 
finger to wash me out really good, or sometimes two fingers, but I 
always had to use three or four fingers to wash out Tony's hole. 
Sometimes Tony would want to be extra clean for a date or 
something so he'd take hold of my wrist and help me get my hand 
all the way inside of him right down to the thumb. That way I 
could use my fingers to clean off the sides of Tony's hole really 
good. Tony seemed to really like it when I did that.

The last thing I'd do would be to pull down, hand over hand, on 
Tony's penis skin to wash it. Sometimes, especially if I'd washed 
Tony and his hole really good, his penis would be all swollen up 
or even get really, really hard. Then I'd have to be extra careful 
because Tony didn't like to get soap under his foreskin and I was 
supposed to pull back his foreskin and wash off under there just 
using a stream of water from the pail and my bare hand. When Tony 
would get hard, I really liked it. Partly because I'd get hard 
too, and that felt good, but mostly because I liked the feel of 
Tony's thing when it was hard like that and because it seemed to 
make my big brother feel so good.

When Tony was completely clean, I'd pull the plug on the old 
fashioned bathtub and Tony would start the shower so we could 
rinse the rest of the soap off of each other. Tony would lift me 
out of the tub and set me down on fuzzy bathroom rug and dry me 
off with one of the big towels. Then I'd help Tony dry off. Tony 
would dry his top half and I'd dry everything from his waist down. 
When we were both dry Tony would give me a kiss and thank me for 
taking such good care of him. Then I'd wrap my arms around Tony's 
neck and kiss him back and thank him for being my big brother and 
for loving me so much.

Tony would help me into my fresh underpants and usually I'd help 
Tony get into his. Sometimes, especially if his thing was still 
really hard, Tony would take his underpants from me and tell me to 
go get dinner on the table. He'd come out a few minutes later and 
his thing would be soft inside of his underpants. Tony and I would 
just wear our underpants for the rest of the evening unless it was 
especially cold or one of our female relatives came by to visit. 
After dinner Tony would thank me for my work that day and for the 
good food. If I'd done really good that day, Tony would say, 
"Thank you, Sweetheart" just like my Dad used to if I'd been 
really good. Sometimes that would make me want to cry, but just 
because it made me feel so proud.

After dinner, Tony would help me with the dishes and then we'd do 
our homework. We'd both sit at the kitchen table and Tony would 
help me if I was having trouble, and sometimes I'd help Tony 
memorize stuff and learn his new spelling words. We really enjoyed 
working together like that. When our homework was done we'd either 
play a game together or watch some TV until bedtime. If I'd been 
good, Tony would let me cuddle up in his lap to watch TV. Being 
able to sit in his lap in just my small underpants with his solid, 
hairy body under me was the best and most secure thing in my young 
life.

On Saturday's Tony usually had work lined up for the whole day, so 
he'd get up really early. I'd always get up as soon as he started 
to move and make him a good breakfast and pack him a lunch if he 
was going to need one. I really loved doing things for my 
wonderful big brother. I could cook eggs just the way he liked 
them (over medium with NO runny white) and got one of my aunts to 
show me how to make omelets so he could have one if he wanted to. 
I'd often have things to do with my friends from school, but I'd 
always be home in plenty of time to make sure the house was 
cleaned really good and to have a really good dinner ready for 
Tony.

On Sundays, we'd sleep in late, sometimes just playing around in 
bed before getting up and putting on our good clothes. We'd sit 
with our family in church and join one group or another of our 
family for Sunday dinner right after church. Then we'd go home and 
change our clothes and work around the house together doing stuff 
that I couldn't do alone. Working with Tony on Sunday afternoons 
was something that I treasured.

Sometimes Tony would want to be alone in bathroom or bedroom and 
sometimes at night I'd wake up because Tony was making the whole 
bed shake. It didn't take me long to figure out that Tony was 
playing with his thing and that it seemed to make him feel really 
good. Tony didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't 
bother him, but I started figuring out ways to watch him while he 
did that without him noticing what I was doing. Or, at least he 
could pretend that I wasn't here or wasn't seeing and hearing what 
he was doing. Lots of times my thing would get hard and tingle 
while I watching Tony.

Tony's thing was so big around that even his big hands wouldn't 
fit all the way around it, and the end of it was even bigger 
around. Lots of liquid stuff would leak out of Tony's thing while 
he was playing with it until he finally squirted a whole bunch of 
white stuff all over the place. Tony always tried to catch the 
white stuff in his hand, and then he'd lick it up so it didn't 
make a mess. Sometimes I'd find dried up spots of the stuff on his 
underpants or on the sheets when I made up the bed or was washing 
the dirty clothes. The dried stuff smelled really nice and had a 
funny sort of taste. I really wanted to find out what Tony's stuff 
tasted like before it dried. I'd always smell Tony's underpants to 
see if they needed extra bleach, but mostly just because I liked 
the smell Tony left on his clothes, especially if he'd been 
working hard.

One night I woke up and was watching Tony play with his thing when 
he shot off and a big glob of his white stuff landed on my cheek. 
Before he noticed, my tongue darted out of my mouth and licked 
most of the stuff up. I almost moaned because it tasted so good. I 
couldn't believe how the stuff coated my tongue and the taste just 
exploded in my mouth. I loved it and wanted some more, but didn't 
want to upset Tony, so I just lay there quietly while he finished. 
When he was done Tony looked around and noticed the leftovers 
glistening on my cheek in the moonlight. He leaned over the top of 
me and licked it off. I moved up against him and put my arms 
around his neck. He snuggled me up close and tucked my head under 
his chin. Minutes later we were both happily back asleep, my mouth 
still tingling with the taste of my big brother.

The seasons went by with few changes in our lives except we grew 
closer and closer together. We both did well in school and Tony 
was taking correspondence courses from the State University by the 
time he was in his sophomore year of High School. I kept watching 
Tony every time I had a chance but nothing else really happened 
until my own penis had started to grow and feel funny.

One night I wasn't able to get to sleep and was just laying there 
quietly so I didn't disturb Tony. I was thinking about a lot of 
stuff and was sort of distracted when I noticed the bed moving. I 
opened my eyes to a slit and, sure enough, Tony was going at it 
again. I just had to know what this was all about.

"What'cha do'in, Tony?" I asked quietly.

Startled, Tony dropped his thing and tried to pull the sheets back 
up to cover himself.

I held the sheets down with one hand. "Please don't hide it, Tony. 
I've seen you do that lots of times, and I'd like to know what it 
is."

Tony took a deep breath, and then relaxed. "OK, Sprout. I guess 
you're getting old enough to know. Your dick's been getting 
bigger, so I guess you ought to know what's going on." Tony told 
me all about how I was going to grow up and develop like he had. 
You know, get hair and make sperm and stuff. I wanted to know if I 
was going to get all hairy like him and he said he didn't know. 
That he was dark haired and hairy like Daddy, but that I was blond 
like granddad, momma's daddy, so maybe I'd be smooth like granddad 
too. I kinda hoped I'd be smooth like granddad because Tony seemed 
to like me without any hair. Then I asked Tony if my sperm would 
taste as good as his and he was really surprised and wanted to 
know how I knew what his sperm tasted like so I told him about 
licking his dried sperm off the sheets and out of his shorts, but 
how I liked his fresh sperm better. So then I had to tell him 
about licking it off my cheek and sometimes being able to find 
some on the sheets after he went to sleep.

Tony seemed to be a little bit worried about that but I wanted to 
know about how to make the sperm come out so he told me about 
making love to a woman. I thought that was kind of interesting but 
wanted to know about how he did it by himself. He told me that was 
called "masturbation", "jacking off", "beating off", or "beating 
the meat" but it took me two days to talk him into showing me how 
to do that.



*****



Friday night Tony was supposed to take me to the movies but it 
started to rain so we decided to stay home. After dinner we 
started to watch TV, but there wasn't anything very good on so we 
turned it off and took a nice long, hot bath together. Tony washed 
me like usual but I took a really long time washing him, doing 
everything I could to make him feel good and very special. I 
washed his hair three times and he loved that. When I got between 
his legs I washed him so good that the lubrication stuff was just 
drooling out of him like a leaky faucet. I kept licking it up. He 
tried to tell me not to do that but I just told him I didn't want 
it to make the bath water messy, so he finally gave up. That stuff 
wasn't as strong tasting as Tony's sperm, but it was really 
delicious anyway.

Tony finally said he was getting cold and made me rinse him off. I 
didn't want too, but he started tickling me and I had to do what 
he wanted. We dried each other off and Tony wanted me to leave him 
in the bathroom alone but I insisted that he'd said he'd make me 
some popcorn in the fireplace so he ended up following me out to 
the kitchen with is big hard-on making a tent in the front of his 
underpants. 

Tony used grandma's old long handled covered pan to make the 
popcorn and then we ate it and played Risk, laying on the rug in 
front of the fireplace and eating hot popcorn. After the first 
game I said I was too hot and took off my underpants. Tony told me 
to put them back on but I refused and we ended up wrestling. I 
ended up pulling off Tony's underpants and then we wrestled so he 
could get them back. That was the most fun I could remember having 
since daddy and mommy died. Tony could have beat me any time he 
wanted to, but he let me win, sitting on his chest and declaring 
that he couldn't have his underpants back until tomorrow. We went 
back to playing Risk and Tony beat me all three games and said it 
was time to go to bed.

We cleaned up our mess and made sure the screen was secure in 
front of the fireplace and then ran into the bedroom and snuggled 
up together to get warm. I started bugging Tony again about 
showing me how to masturbate and he finally said okay. I jumped 
out of bed and lit the gas heater which quickly heated up the 
small bedroom. As soon as the room was warm I turned the gas down 
all the way and turned on the small lamp next to the bed. Then I 
crawled back up to the bed and pulled the covers down off of Tony 
and sat on the bed next to him.

Tony was bashful at first but started showing me how his penis 
would get hard when he touched it. Mine was already hard, but he 
had me touch it anyway so I'd know what it felt like. Tony soon 
realized that I really was interested in learning from him and 
wasn't just teasing him. Once he knew I was serious Tony really 
tried to show me all his best moves. I moved close to him so I 
could see real good and was amazed at all Tony could do with his 
dick. First off, Tony's dick seemed totally wonderful to me. 
Instead of the very slender four inch erection I produced, Tony's 
was a real mans organ. Even at fourteen Tony had a really nice 
patch of pubic hair, much more than his friend Scott who spent the 
night every once in a while. Tony didn't have any hair on his 
belly yet, or very much on his legs, and only a few hairs on the 
sack that held his balls, but the patch surmounting his cockshaft 
was really nice and thick. I loved washing him there because his 
hair felt so springy under my fingers. Tony's dick itself really 
amazed me. Soft, like I mostly saw it, there was a soft, fat tube 
completely covered by his loose and floppy foreskin. If it was 
warm, Tony's balls hung way down in his loose sack and his dick 
hung down too. About four inches of that beautifully smooth tube 
would hang there and swing from side to side as Tony walked. I 
loved watching him move like that. When it was cold, Tony's balls 
would pull up tight under his cock and it would stick out 
frontwards, arching over those big globes. I could always tell 
when Tony's balls were pulled up, even when his was dressed 
because of the big bulge his cock would make in his pants. Those 
balls were often the focus of my attention. They fascinated me. I 
knew that they made the man juice that could make a woman pregnant 
and I wanted to know more about them. Tony's were nothing like my 
little peanuts. His were big heavy globes that rolled around 
inside of the big sac that completely filled the space between 
Tony's thighs. I loved watching as the sac would pull Tony's balls 
up and down and the way everything moved when Tony walked. More 
than anything, I wanted to investigate Tony's balls and see what 
was so special about them. Tony's dick interested me almost as 
much as his balls, especially when it was hard like it was now.

Tony's squishy, floppy four inches swelled and swelled until it 
jutted out of his pubic hair and balls over seven inches and as 
big around as my wrist. The other thing was that Tony was really 
leaky. I mean, when he got excited and hard like it was now he 
made a lot of clear gooey stuff that got all over his hand and 
dick. Tony was running his hand up and down the shaft of his cock 
now, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the end of his cock. 
When Tony was soft his cock was really smooth, coming out of his 
pubic hair and hanging down in one thick, pale, smooth curve until 
the foreskin pulled together over the end of Tony's shaft. But now 
his cockhead was swollen up even bigger than his shaft, like a big 
mushroom sitting on the end of his cock. Every time Tony pulled 
his foreskin back I could see the big ridge flaring out like an 
umbrella over Tony's shaft and balls. I asked Tony why it got big 
like that and he told me that was the most sensitive part of his 
dick and that it swole up like that so that when he put it inside 
of a woman it would feel really good to both of them. Then he told 
me that another reason was that when he came, made his juice, 
inside of a woman his big cockhead would fill up her hole and 
force his juice to get her pregnant instead of leaking out.

I asked Tony why he was leaking so much and he told me that stuff 
was lubricant to make it easy for him to fuck a woman and because 
his dick was so big, he made lots more than the other boys. I 
asked him if I could touch it to see how slippery it was and he 
said, "Sure," and pulled his foreskin back and held his cock still 
for me. First I looked very carefully and saw how the stuff was 
coming out of his pee slit in a steady pulsing sort of flow. Tony 
squeezed his dick and I smiled in delight as a big old glob of the 
stuff bubbled out and flowed all over the head of Tony's dick. We 
both laughed and I reached over and touched the stuff and it 
really was slippery, letting my finger glide all over the head of 
Tony's dick really easily. Tony's legs spread apart further and 
his leg muscles got really hard and sort of trembly as I guided my 
finger around the head of Tony's dick. Tony's free hand reached 
down between his legs and started playing with his big balls and 
the skin that led back to his butt and he started moaning and 
making even more juice. 

I asked Tony what was the matter and he said that I was making him 
feel so good he was about to cum. I reached up and got Tony's 
slippery juice all over my hands and then put both my hands around 
the big knob at the end of Tony's dick. Tony grabbed the insides 
of his thighs and arched way up into the air, making his dick push 
right up through my hands. His balls pulled up really tight 
underneath of his weiner and he moaned and gasped for air as a 
huge stream of white stuff came out of the end of his cock and 
splashed down on his face and chest. He closed his eyes when his 
cum hit his face and I decided I wasn't going to let any more of 
Tony's cum go to waste, ever again. I held his foreskin down off 
of his cockhead, which had swollen up really big, and without 
really thinking put my mouth over the end of Tony's dick. His next 
spurt filled my mouth up with the most wonderful taste in the 
world, my brothers hot cum before straight from inside his body. 
Tony shot again and I could feel his sperm starting to leak out of 
my mouth. I didn't want that to happen so I pushed my mouth down 
hard until my lips were trapped behind the big flared rim at the 
base of Tony's glans. He was right. It was big enough to keep any 
of the sperm from leaking out and being wasted. But then he shot 
again and all that sperm and pressure had to go somewhere and 
white sperm blasted out of my nose. Blowing and snorting to get 
air and swallowing as fast as I could I just barely made room for 
Tony's next spurt and some of that came out of my nose too.

Tony let go of his thighs and tried to pull me off of his spurting 
rod but I held on tight and pushed my teeth against his tender 
cockhead to make him stop. Tony just held onto my head after that 
and shot three more big globs into my mouth before collapsing back 
down to the bed. 

I almost lost his cock then, but managed to follow him down. I 
laid down beside Tony and put my head on his belly. I snorted my 
nose until I could breath easily again. Tony's sperm sort of 
burned the inside of my nose but I loved the feeling of knowing 
that was Tony's juice inside of me doing that and anyway, the 
smell was wonderful. We lay there like that, Tony holding my head 
on his belly with me nursing on the head of his cock until every 
bit of his juice quit coming out. I reached down and squeezed his 
balls gently, but nothing else would leak out of his dick into my 
hungry mouth. I finally let Tony's cock loose from my mouth and 
started licking up the cum off of his belly and cockshaft and my 
hands where it had shot out of my nose. Tony feebly tried to stop 
me but I just ignored him and cleaned him up until he was as 
spotlessly clean as he had been before we started.

Once I was done, Tony pulled me up on top of him and gave me a big 
kiss on the lips just like daddy used to do. I started to cry and 
Tony tried to comfort me, licking up my tears and his cum from my 
face and kissing my lips and nose and cheeks just like daddy did 
before he died. Then he held me just like daddy did when I was 
sad, laying down on his belly with his arm across my back. Tony 
even covered my butt with his hand and let one of his fingers push 
up inside of my behind. I spread my legs across Tony's waist just 
like I did with daddy when he held me like this except that daddy 
was so big that I used to spread my legs across his belly. I liked 
laying on Tony even better than daddy, because I could feel his 
cock laying between our bellies.

Tony held me for a long time, massaging my butt and hole with one 
hand and rubbing my back with his other hand. I cried and cried, 
but Tony just patiently held me and kissed my forehead from time 
to time.

When I finally quit crying Tony started to apologize for cumming 
in my mouth. I told him that's not why I was crying and when he 
asked why, I told him that I really missed daddy and wished that 
he could be here to show us how to do this right. Tony held me 
tight and started crying himself which got me started crying 
again. We held each other tightly and Tony suddenly grabbed me 
hard and kissed my lips as hard as he could. He slid a second 
finger inside of my butt and I felt his dick get really hard 
against my tummy. Tony started pushing his hard-on into my belly 
really hard and I felt the hot slippery wetness of his sperm fill 
the space between us. That was the very first time I came. I 
didn't have any juice yet, but I pushed back at Tony just as hard 
as he was pushing against me and didn't even notice when he put a 
third finger inside of me as I bit into his lip and shuddered all 
over. I got really funny feeling, sort of like someone had hit me 
in the head really hard, except that it felt fantastically good 
instead of hurting.

When I finally came back from whatever wonderful place I'd gone 
to, Tony laughed and asked me if I liked that. I just laughed and 
pushed back until I could start licking Tony's sperm off of his 
belly and cock. Tony urged me on this time instead of trying to 
stop me, even pulling his fingers out of my butt and swatting my 
ass a few times as he pointed out spots that I'd missed before 
sticking all three fingers back up inside of me. He tried just 
putting one back in the first time, but I complained so he swatted 
me again and stuck all three fingers back inside of me. I told him 
that was more like it. Tony had always swatted me, my daddy 
telling him that he was my big brother and that it was his 
responsibility to keep me out of trouble, but this was the first 
time that his swatting me made me tingle all over like that. I 
kept missing spots on purpose so that Tony would have an excuse to 
swat me. He finally asked me if I was doing that on purpose and I 
just laughed at him and said, "Yes".

Tony said that he'd fix my clock and sat up, swinging his feet 
over the side of the bed and pulling me over his lap at the same 
time. He started off just lightly spanking me for the fun of it 
but I called him a sissy and said he was a wimpy spanker, nothing 
like daddy and Tony was soon giving my butt what-for! The harder 
and longer he spanked me the more excited I got. It didn't really 
hurt at all, it just made me feel hot and excited all over. My 
dick was stiff and so was Tony's. I started to cum again and Tony 
jammed three big fingers up my butt and started hunching his hard-
on into my belly which just made me cum even harder. I was yelling 
and humping against Tony's leg as he punched his fingers deeper 
and deeper into my ass and started to spew his load against my 
stomach again. On the up-stroke, I slid off of Tony's lap and fell 
to my knees between his legs. Like a starving man I jammed his 
spewing cockhead into my mouth and sucked out his sperm until his 
nuts were the size of green peas. Well, not really, but that's 
what Tony said they felt like the next day.

Once I had Tony cleaned up he fell backwards into the bed where he 
started snoring almost immediately. I climbed up into bed next to 
Tony and laid my head on his belly and put his flaccid cock into 
my mouth. Tony pulled the sheet up over the both of us and laid 
his hand on my back as we drifted happily off to sleep. We were to 
spend many more nights sleeping like that, but did know it at the 
time. Being between Tony's legs and making him happy became the 
most important things in my life.

The next morning I woke up to the feeling of Tony stroking my 
back. "Think you could let go of that thing so I can go pee?" Tony 
said softly. I responded by starting to suck on the flesh that 
filled my mouth. Tony's morning erection had spread my jaws and it 
was easy for me to lock my teeth behind the corona of Tony's cock 
and keep him from getting away from me. 

Tony sat up and swatted my butt, hard! I let his cock thump loose 
to his belly as I abruptly sat up and started rubbing my butt, 
"Ouch!" I said sullenly. "That hurt."

Tony swatted my ass again before crawling out of bed and heading 
for the bathroom. "Do what you're told or you'll get worse than 
that, Sprout!"

Still rubbing my ass, I followed Tony into the bathroom and stood 
next to him as we relieved the pressure in our bladders. We went 
through the rest of our morning routine just as quietly as we 
usually did except that just before we left the house for school 
Tony kissed me on the lips and said, "Thanks for last night, 
Sprout. That was really special." I just smiled and spent the rest 
of the day in sort of a happy daze.

I went straight home after school instead of playing with my 
friends. I needed the extra time because I had decided to make a 
pork roast with rosemary just the way Tony liked it. Tony got home 
late and I was pretty frustrated because the roast was almost 
overcooked. Tony had helped unload a big truck at the hardware 
store. The job had paid well because not only had the trucker paid 
him, but Mr. Heines, who owned the store gave Tony a bonus because 
he had worked so hard and stacked everything just the way Mr. 
Heines liked it. Tony put the money in the egg jar and I told him 
to wash his hands at the kitchen sink because dinner had to be 
right now, we'd take our baths after dinner tonight.

Tony was kind of tired, but he really enjoyed dinner and kept 
complementing me, even saying that I could make pork roast even 
better than mama had. That made both of us a little bit sad, but 
it also made me feel really proud and special. Anyway, we were 
soon talking about how the money he'd made gave us enough to pay 
all the bills and it wasn't even the middle of the month yet. We 
were in a pretty good mood by the time we did the dishes together. 
Tony asked me if I had any homework and I said that I did, but 
that it wasn't due until Friday. He said that it was the same for 
him and that he was tired, did I want to skip homework tonight and 
just take a bath and go to be early. Never one to miss a chance to 
skip homework, I readily agreed and we soon headed for the 
bathroom.

Tony was especially loving that night as he washed me. He even 
asked me if I preferred him using one or two fingers to wash out 
my bottom. We tried it both ways and I told him that it felt like 
he did a much better job using two fingers. Tony agreed that it 
seemed to work better and used two fingers to wash me out from 
there on.

When it was my turn to wash Tony I tried something new. I had Tony 
scooch forward a bit and got behind him on my knees. I started 
washing his hair and he drew his feet up and put his knees against 
the sides of the tub. Leaning forward he rested his elbows over 
his knees and then held his head between his palms. This made him 
comfortable and gave me good access to his hair and back, armpits 
and chest, down into the crack of his butt and even into his 
butthole if he'd shift forward a little bit, which he always did. 
Not only could I wash him easily and thoroughly in this position, 
but washing and rinsing his hair was much easier because he didn't 
have to move his head to prevent the soap and water from getting 
into his eyes and nose. The biggest bonus for me however was that 
I had to straddle his back, forcing me to rub my groin back and 
forth across my brothers wonderfully muscled back in order to wash 
his shoulders, neck and hair. I loved the feeling and Tony never 
said anything or objected, even after I got older and was able to 
use the position to cum all over his back.

As a payback to Tony for permitting this liberty, I totally 
refused to use soap on his genitals any longer. When he stood up 
so I could wash the rest of him, his belly and feet and legs. But 
then I'd drain the tub and turn on the shower and rinse all the 
soap off of both Tony and me. Then I'd get back on my knees and 
clean Tony's genitals. That first day, Tony tried to stop me, but 
I started crying, saying that he didn't love me and that daddy 
would have let me clean Him. Tony, loving as always and frustrated 
on how to handle me, relented and I began by using my tongue to 
clean Tony's balls and up into the dark area between his strong 
thighs. Tony completely surrendered to my ministrations and 
collapsed, leaning against the wall with his legs spread and 
buckled outwards. Tony got to the point where he could keep this 
position for hours and I would never come out of there until he 
was ready to fall down. In this position I could lick and suck and 
nurse, smell and taste and feel all that Tony had to offer me, and 
that was considerable. Even after the hardest days work Tony's 
body never developed offensive odors. The most intensive labor did 
nothing but enrich and intensify Tony's full and masculine scent. 
The worst fight we ever got into was the day Tony came home with 
some of the new body deodorant. He used it just once. The 
container still sits on a shelf in our medicine cabinet as a 
reminder -- to both of us.

Anyway, back to that first night. I was having a wonderful time, 
laving Tony's balls and creases with my tongue and sucking his 
balls into my mouth to let them soak so I could nurse on them and 
then lick them off again. Tony held out as long as he could 
moaning and groaning and gasping for breath, but his legs finally 
started shaking and it looked like he might fall down so I figured 
I'd better get a move on. I stuck two fingers into my mouth and 
then pushed them up Tony's spread butt. It wasn't until later that 
I figured out that by turning around underneath of him I could get 
my mouth up there and clean him up and lubricate him deeply with 
my tongue, so I just spit on my fingers this time before invading 
Tony's backside. As my fingers were worming their way up into the 
billowy cushions of Tony's interior I used my other hand and lips 
to push the velveteen smoothness of his foreskin back so that the 
apex of his maleness could fill my mouth. As the pursed hole of 
the soft foreskin opened up a half-teaspoon or more of Tony's 
fabulous clear appetizer and lubricant poured out on my tongue. As 
the foreskin moved further back and my lips settled behind the 
abrupt transition from cockhead to pulsing shaft I discovered 
another bonus. Washing Tony this way gave me full access to the 
days production of headcheese. I had had hints of this smell and 
taste before, but never the full-flavored and scented intensity 
that exploded inside of my mouth as the white masculine excretion 
was exposed inside of my mouth. The tissues inside of my nose 
swelled and began weeping to better experience Tony's lush 
masculine stench. Redolent of the aromatic bouquet of a male harem 
or a high school lockerroom, this almost transcendental perfume 
lifted me into the heights of ecstasy and a shuddering, if dry, 
orgasm as my tongue furrowed its pointed tip through the small 
pillow-puffs of white euphoria.

The trembling and grasping of my orgasm trapped body as my tongue 
wrapped itself around Tony's hair-triggered corona was more than 
he could take. As the passionate convulsions racked through my 
body, Tony offered me the highest tribute any man can accord by 
bestowing me with his male essence. My mouth filled with his 
clotted offering and my eyes opened to stare into his as he held 
my head to his loins and purged himself of his second portion to 
me. On purpose I let it back up and gush from my nose, showing him 
that I had received his benefaction. I swallowed deeply and 
obviously to show him how much I appreciated his present to me 
just in time to fully receive his third offering. As the creamy 
salty warmth penetrated me, Tony shifted his hips forward and for 
the first time he penetrated past my glottis into my throat. We 
both struggled to keep that opening plugged while Tony repeatedly 
inseminated my throat directly with the remainder of his offering.

Tony slid down the wall until he was sitting on the edge of the 
tub, dazed and exhausted. I struggled to pull back off of his 
distended mushroom and cleaned up every speck of Tony's fluids 
from his organs and my face before the gentle rain from the 
showerhead could wash it away. I turned off the shower and Tony 
just moaned like a zombie as I guided and aided him out of the 
bathtub and wrapped a couple of the big bathtowels around him. I 
supported Tony into the bedroom and laid him down on the towels on 
my side of the bed. Using the free ends of the towels I dried Tony 
off and then gently rolled him over onto his side of the bed. I 
used his damp towels to dry myself as well as I could and then 
climbed into bed with Tony. He had rolled over on his back and I 
pulled the sheet and covers up over us and then, hesitantly, 
crawled under the covers and put my head on Tony's stomach and 
lifted his penis gently into my mouth. Instead of rejecting me as 
I was afraid he might in his post-orgasmic lethargy, Tony reached 
down and pushed my head lower, closer to his pubes and used his 
other hand to push his flaccid organ deeper into my mouth as if to 
insure against the loss of its warm receptacle. A tear, of joy, of 
acceptance, of love seeped out of my eye as Tony laid one hand on 
my back and the other on my head -- and we slept.



That day marked the true beginning of Tony's dominance over me and 
my eager acceptance of my position as Tony's servant. Outside of 
the house we acted much as anyone would expect two loving brothers 
to act, depending on each other and arguing and tussling over even 
the most minor things. Inside of our house and on our property I 
gloried in being Tony's servant, trying to discern his needs 
before he even knew he wanted something. Keeping the house 
spotless and learning to cook so well that Tony considered going 
out to dinner a disappointment. Tony, for his part, provided me 
with the structure and guidance I needed in my life. He was the 
strength and determination and thoughtful guide that kept our 
lives on track. He disciplined me whenever I needed it and set my 
goals for me. He filled the empty place in my heart the loss of 
our father had left and did his best to make sure that I never 
felt alone or neglected. Sometimes I'd get into odd moods and not 
do something Tony had told me to do just so I could get a 
spanking. Tony seemed to know when this was happening and instead 
of giving me three or four swats across my britches, he'd make a 
big deal of making me follow him into the bedroom and strip off 
all of my clothes. Then he'd put me across his knees and spank my 
ass until it was flaming red and I was bawling and begging him to 
make me be a good boy. Once we got to that point, he'd put his 
fingers up inside of me and we'd talk about whatever it was that 
was bothering me, a few spanks now and then helping him to make a 
point or to get me to say what I needed to say.

We had had several sessions like that when Tony got very busy, 
both with school work and some after school jobs that suddenly 
became very time-consuming. I started feeling neglected, even 
though Tony was doing everything he could to support us and to 
take care of me I reacted like a spoiled brat and started making 
Tony's life miserable at home. He took it for a couple of days, 
telling me that we could have some time together that weekend, 
before he finally exploded. He came home from a really hard day 
and nearly flunking a math test to find the house messy and no 
dinner cooked.

Tony stripped me naked and drug me by the arm out onto the back 
porch. He put his pocket knife in my hand and told me to go cut 
him a peach switch. It was still daylight and the back yard was 
exposed. The neighbors or anyone going by could see me out there. 
I told Tony I wouldn't do it and he said, "Fine" and went back 
inside and locked the door. I pounded on the door and demanded 
that he open it up and let me inside. He just sat in his chair and 
ignored me. I finally started begging him to let me back inside 
but he still ignored me. I gave up and ran out to the peach tree 
and cut off one of the little suckers and ran back up on the porch 
with it. Showing it to Tony through the glass in the door, I 
finally got him to come open the door. He took the twig out of my 
hands and busted it between his fingers and threw it on the 
ground. "Get me a proper switch, shit-for-brains!"

He slammed the door in my face and locked it again. I kicked the 
door and screamed in rage but Tony just sat down to wait like he 
had all the time in the world. I gave up and went back out to the 
tree and selected a long, soft water sucker and cut it loose from 
the base of the peach tree. I showed it to Tony through the window 
and he came to the door and took the water sucker from me. He felt 
of it and then broke it across the backs of my calves, which stung 
like crazy. He handed it back to me and said, "Three strikes and 
you can spend the night outside."

I knew better than to think Tony was kidding. I turned around to 
go get a proper switch and saw a couple of kids watching me from 
the woods behind our house. I squared my shoulders and marched 
across the yard to the peach tree and cut a heavy sucker off the 
trunk and walked back to the porch just like it was something I 
did every day. The boys watched my nakididty with wide-open eyes, 
knowing exactly what that switch was for and knowing that I was 
going to get it right across my naked ass.

Tony let me into the house and pointed to the bedroom without 
saying a word. I walked into the bedroom ahead of him and he 
picked up a coil of soft rope from the bed. He tied my hands 
together so that I couldn't get loose, but so that the circulation 
wasn't cut off either. He looped the end of the rope over a peg 
high up in the wall and tied it off so that my hands were way over 
my head, but I wasn't really stretched out.

Then Tony got behind me, and without a word started in on me. He 
worked his way from my ankles up my calves and thighs, up over my 
butt and across my back up to my shoulders. Spacing the red 
slashes four or five seconds and an inch or so apart, Tony gave me 
some idea of just exactly how unhappy he was with my behavior. 

When he finally got done, Tony laid the switch down on my side of 
the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard him wash his hands and 
then take a pee. He washed his hands again and then came back into 
the bedroom. He picked up the switch and moved over to my other 
side. I began to beg him, tears in my eyes and pleading, to 
please, please not switch me any more. As if he here totally deaf 
Tony began at the top of my thighs and crossed all the switch 
marks on my ass, making an equal, but exactly opposite pattern on 
the tender flesh with that same even paced monotonous pace that 
allowed the pain of one slash fully develop just before the next 
wasp-stinging thread landed.

Tony reached the top of my buttocks and waited for over a minute 
to let me adjust to the new feeling before quickly landing five 
lashes, as hard as he could just above where my thighs met my 
buttocks. I was still gasping for air when he laid the switch back 
down on my side of the bed and left the room.

I heard him make himself some dinner and eat it and then wash the 
dishes alone. He sat quietly for a while after that and then I 
heard him go into the bathroom. He used the toilet and then bathed 
himself and brushed his teeth. He came into the bedroom and 
without saying a word inspected my bonds and then got into his 
side of the bed without disturbing my side of the bed or the 
switch at all. As far as I know, he went straight to sleep because 
he never moved again until he got up early the next morning. I 
could see the stripes on my legs, back and behind in the mirror on 
the closet door whenever the moon would shine through the window. 
Tony had done a nearly perfect job of laying the stripes on me and 
they were stinging and itching like crazy as they dried with the 
peach sap sill in the wounds. 

He got up the next morning, used the bathroom and got dressed. 
Checked my bonds and left the house without even having breakfast. 
He got home early that night and came in to check on me first 
thing. He checked my stripes for any infection and made sure my 
bonds weren't cutting off my circulation. He didn't seem to even 
notice where I hadn't been able to hold it in any longer and had 
both pee'd and crapped on the floor.

He left the bedroom and I heard him make himself some dinner. A 
while after that he came back into the bedroom and untied the rope 
from the peg and let me collapse to the floor against the side 
wall. He took out his super-sharp pocket knife and cut a rectangle 
out of the carpet where I'd pee'd and shit on it. He folded the 
carpet over and picked it up. Taking the rope in his other hand, 
he led me out back. He dropped the rope and got down on his knees. 
He arranged the carpet inside of the old dog-house and then stood 
up and untied my hands. "If you want to act like that, you can 
stay in your own house." he said, and then walked back into our 
home.

I stood there, exhausted and crying until I noticed the same two 
boys watching me from the woods. I carefully wiped the tears from 
my eyes and then turned around so they could see what happened to 
bad little boys and walked back into the house.

Tony was standing by the front door and said that he was going to 
spend the night with some friends and left, leaving his half-eaten 
dinner on the dining room table. Mr. Heines told me years later 
that he had found Tony sleeping out on the loading dock the next 
morning.

Tony wasn't at school the next day and didn't get home until after 
dinner-time. When he did get home he just said that he wasn't 
hungry. He went into the bedroom and picked up the switch off of 
my side of the bed, I hadn't dared move it, and hung it on the two 
pegs meant for a gun rack over the livingroom fireplace. Then he 
went and got a pillow and a couple of blankets out of the hall 
closet and put them on the livingroom couch and climbed under the 
covers without saying a word.

"Aren't you even going to take a bath?" I asked.

"I'll take a shower at school tomorrow." was all he said.

I went in and washed off with a washcloth in front of the sink and 
then went in to bed... alone.

Over the next several days a new pattern developed. Tony would 
leave before breakfast, before I even woke up. He'd come home and 
bathe himself and then make himself dinner, eat it (Tony was, and 
is, an AWFUL cook), and then wash his dishes. Then we would sit 
down at the dining room table and he would speak to me only enough 
to help me with my homework. Then he would feel of the switch over 
the fireplace to make sure it was still there and then he'd get 
out his pillow and blankets, which I neatly folded and returned to 
the hall closet each day, and got to bed.

I cried myself to sleep each night, alone in the big bed in the 
lonely, empty bedroom.



Friday night Tony followed the same pattern except that he took 
the switch down from the pegs. By now it was a dried up brown 
stick, ugly and fragile looking. I hated that stick worse than I'd 
ever hated anything in my life. Tony motioned me over to him with 
the stick, and I went, head hanging, full of remorse and trying to 
figure out how to erase everything that had happened and to make 
everything like it had been.

Tony stared at me until I lifted my head and looked at him. Then, 
very deliberately, he grasped the stick in both hands, and broke 
it in half. He handed me the half that had marked my body and kept 
the half that he had held. Looking directly at me, forcing me to 
see him, he very deliberately threw his half into the fireplace 
and then turned and watched it burn.

With all the strength and force in my body I threw my half into 
the fireplace, scattering ashes and embers all over. Bursting into 
tears I let loose of the pain that had been tearing me up inside, 
the guilt for abusing Tony's trust, the shame of being a bad 
person. All of it came pouring out and Tony just took me in his 
arms and held me. He still loved me.

I cried and cried and cried until Tony finally led me, sobbing and 
hiccupping, into the bathroom and stripped me naked. He started a 
tub of water before taking off his own clothes and then lifted me 
like a little baby and carried me into the warm, healing water. 
Tony bathed me and washed away my tears away. I kept promising 
that I'd never be a bad boy or so hateful ever again and Tony just 
held me and washed me and kissed my lips to silence me. Finally he 
sat me down between his legs and wrapped his arms around me, 
holding my back against the warmth of his chest.

"I love you, little brother. And I want to take care of you. But I 
need your help. I can't do it all by myself!"

"Please don't hate me, Tony. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I 
promise."

"I'd never hate you, Baby. I never have and I never will. But I 
won't tolerate you trying to destroy our family either."

I started to cry again. "I'm sorry, Tony. I really, really am. 
I'll never do something like that again. I promise. Cross my heart 
and hope to die. I'll be the best little brother you'll ever 
have..."

Tony lifted me up and turned me around, sitting me back down 
astraddle his thighs with my face held against his chest. Half 
laughing, he said, "Dummy, you're the ONLY little brother I'll 
ever have!"

For some unknown reason this struck me as hugely funny and I burst 
out laughing. Uncontrollable, almost hysterical laughter gripped 
me and wouldn't let go. Tony didn't help a bit when he started 
calling me a 'silly' and tickling me under the arms. I couldn't 
control myself and was gasping for breath and begging Tony not to 
'torture' me between fits of laughter and thrashing around trying 
to get loose from Tony's strong, tickly grasp. Tony was laughing 
too, and threatening to tickle me until I pee'd in the tub, which 
threat I'd tried to use to get him to let me go. My contortions 
finally **bonged** my head against the side of the iron tub and 
Tony had to rub it and kiss it to make the owie go away. He pulled 
the drain plug while he was treating my wound (OK, so it was more 
a wound to my pride, but it still hurt!) and then stood up, still 
holding me, and started the shower. I complained that I hadn't had 
a chance to wash Tony yet but he just swatted my butt and told me 
to be a good boy or he'd take me across his knee and give me what-
for. I stuck my lower lip out but he just told me that I could 
wash him as long as I wanted to Saturday night, but tonight he was 
going to take care of me and that I was to relax and enjoy it.

I fell completely limp in his arms, becoming almost impossible to 
hold up in response to his order. Dead weight just hanging there! 
He started laughing and struggling to keep hold of my slick and 
slippery body in the shower spray and demanding that I ignore his 
orders -- so I said, "OK" and ignored his orders, continuing to 
hang in his arms like a sack of warm lard. He tried to tell me to 
ignore his old order and pay attention to the new orders but was 
laughing so hard I could pretend I didn't understand him. He 
finally collapsed with me to the bottom of the tub to keep me from 
falling and hurting my head even worse.

Laughter changed immediately. Disappeared as we sprawled on the 
warm porcelain. We both began trying to apologize and tell each 
other how much we loved each other. I put my arms and legs up 
around Tony and held him as tightly as I could. He kept kissing me 
all over the face and we both kept trying to tell each other how 
much we loved and needed the other. Neither of us really noticed 
becoming erect, or even when Tony's erection parted the cheeks of 
my buttocks and came to rest against the pulsing heat of my anus. 
Neither of us noticed what was happening until the clear fluid 
from Tony's penis and our movement allowed the smoothly rounded 
shape of his glans to roll smoothly out of his velvet-soft 
foreskin and part the portal to the inner recesses of my body.

Tony tried to pull back, but I tightened my legs and held him 
against me. "Please, Tony. Just kiss me some more, Tony. I need 
you... I want you... I want you to be inside of you..." "No. I'll 
hurt you..." "I want you" "I don't want to hurt you!" "You're not 
hurting me." "But it will hurt you...." "No it won't. I love you, 
Tony. I want this. I want you inside of me..." "No. I can't. I'm 
too big and I'll hurt you!" "No. I need more. Don't stop yet Tony. 
Just a little more. You'll hurt me if you take it out!" "Please, 
Baby. Please. Don't make me do this. Don't make me hurt you, 
Baby." "You can't hurt me, Tony. Not like this. Not with your 
love. See! You don't hurt me at all! I feel your pubic hair 
against my butt, Tony. It's too late! Your cock is all the way 
inside of me, big brother. Now kiss me and let me feel you inside 
of me."

Tony held me as tightly as he could and I squeezed back in 
response. He kissed me hard, sticking his tongue so far into my 
mouth that it felt like his cock going down my throat. Tony ground 
his pubic hair into my tender ass flesh and we both moaned with 
madness of our overwhelmed senses. I felt Tony's cock swelling 
inside of me and barely moved my belly to adjust to the way he was 
filling me up even more chock-full of his beautiful meat. That 
tiny motion set Tony off. Exploding hot streamers of his manheat 
into my stretched boy-sheath. His sperm exploded inside of me with 
the force of a herd of galloping horses. I could no more hold back 
my orgasm than he could his. Tony came and came and came as only a 
virile teenager can. Every time I felt him swell inside of me and 
pulse out another bolus of his burning hot, clotted cum, I'd 
splatter our bellies and chests with another thinner, smoother 
blend of little boy sap and pee. Tony's swollen cock was being 
jammed against my tiny little prostate gland and my full bladder. 
Every time Tony lurched forward to force him cum as deeply inside 
of me as possible he'd force another spurt of piss out of me. It 
was burning me inside and my dick hurt and burned from what was 
happening, but it felt wonderful. Tony's motions were timed with 
what should have been my dry orgasm only he was forcing me to 
ejaculate just like he was.

The smell of my piss must have gotten to Tony because when he ran 
out of sperm he lost control and started spurting his own pee into 
me just like a male dog watering a fencepost. We tore and pulled 
at each other, pissing all over the place and moaning fit to beat 
the band until we were both laying exhausted in the bottom of the 
tub with the smell of piss all over us.

Tony regained control before I did and tried to apologize for what 
he'd done. I tried to protest, telling him that I wanted him to do 
it again, as often as he could but Tony was convinced that he had 
done a wrong thing and could only beg me to forgive him. Tony 
started to get up and his soft, but still swollen cock slipped 
smoothly out of me. I gave a little cry of loss as it slipped out 
and Tony thought he had hurt me. I tried to tell him to not be 
silly, but I was so exhausted that I could hardly stay conscious, 
much less deal with Tony's conviction that he had somehow damaged 
me.

When Tony came out of me my hole stayed open and a mixture of 
shit, piss and cum oozed out of me. Tony picked me up and held me 
in the shower spray. I just went ahead and let go and all the 
fluids Tony had created in me came pouring out and went down the 
big drain in the old iron tub. Tony just held me and kept washing 
me off back there until I was done.  I managed to reach up behind 
Tony's head and pull his lips down to mine. "Tony. Big Brother. I 
love you so much. You make me so happy. Thank you..." and I kissed 
him as I passed out.

I woke up laying on my belly in bed. Tony was sitting on the bed 
next to me, rubbing some cold cream into my behind. "That feels 
really good Tony."

Tony gave sort of a guilty start. He'd been really concentrated on 
what he was doing to my little hole and I don't think he'd noticed 
that I'd woken up. "It looked pretty sore back there, so I decided 
I'd better put some cold cream on it to keep it from getting 
chapped or something."

I didn't even ask him what he'd been doing, looking at my asshole 
in the first place. I just sighed and said, "That feels really 
good, Tony. Please don't stop." Tony kept rubbing more cold cream 
up and down my crack, taking especial care to go around and around 
my hole every time he passed it. I kept moaning and sighing, 
letting Tony know how good it felt, but I finally couldn't wait 
any longer for Tony to work up the courage and said, "It itches 
inside, Tony. Please put some cold cream inside of me."

Tony ran two fingers through the jar of cold cream and carefully 
spread a thick layer all around my rosy little hole. I felt him 
tentatively pushing his finger against my tender opening so I 
spread my legs as far as I could and turned my toes inward, giving 
Tony the best access to my butt I could. He kept just running his 
finger around the rim and over the pooched hole and it was making 
me crazy. I had an itch all right. Not the sort Tony thought I 
had, but I wanted it scratched -- right now! The next time his 
finger passed over my pooch I lifted my hips and his finger slid 
right inside the opening. I moaned and said, "Oh, Tony. That feels 
SO good. Please put your finger all the way in... Yeah... Yeah, 
just like that. Oh, that feels so good, Tony. Thank you. Thank 
you. That makes me feel much better. Can you rub me in there? Like 
you were the outside? Yeah! Just like that Tony. Oh... Oh... Oh my 
god! That feels so good, Tony. Please don't stop... don't ever 
stop, Tony."

Tony listened to me and he saw and heard how much I was enjoying 
what he was doing. So when I begged him to put another finger in 
he didn't hesitate but just slid another of his long, agile 
fingers in alongside the one he was already probing and massaging 
me with. I lifted my butt completely up in the air, pulling my 
knees underneath of me so that Tony could have unrestricted access 
to my ass. From that point on, Tony took charge. Finger fucking me 
like the very take-charge masculine man he was, raising my heat 
and making me beg for his attentions. He used one or two or three 
fingers on me as he chose and slapped my butt and ordered me to 
hold still every time he took his fingers out to get more cold 
cream. I really tried to hold still, but it was really hard to 
hold still and not wiggle my butt around to entice him to put his 
fingers back in me. Every time I'd lose control and start waiving 
my butt at him he'd use his other hand to spank me over and over 
until I obeyed his order to hold still. Only then would he slide 
his fingers back into me and give me what I needed. And I realized 
that was what I needed. I needed to serve Tony. I needed Tony 
fucking my mouth and my ass. Tony started to laugh in a really 
masculine way and tell me that it was a good thing I wasn't a 
girl, because I'd be a whore and a real slut if I was. I realized 
from what Tony was saying that he was right. That I wanted to be a 
boy-whore. I wanted to be a total slut -- but only for Tony. I 
wanted Tony to be the most important person in my life. I wanted 
to be able to give him anything he wanted or needed and to satisfy 
his every need.

I started begging him to fuck me. To take his fingers out and to 
use his cock to scratch the itch in my ass. At first Tony thought 
it was a joke. That I was just goofing around like I usually did. 
In response, he got up over the top of me and put his chest down 
on my back and started hunching his hips and moving his finger in 
me just like he was fucking me. He hooked his chin over my 
shoulder and started chuckling in my ear, "This what you wanted, 
Sprout?"

I reached behind me with both hands, taking hold of his cock in 
one and his wrist in the other. I pulled his finger out of me and 
aimed his cock with my other hand. Moving my ass back I penetrated 
myself until the head of his fat cock was held tightly inside the 
opening of my ass. "No! This is what I want!" I demanded.

Tony ducked his chin and bit into the muscle between my neck and 
back. Half whining and half moaning high in the back of his 
throat, he pushed forward with his hips until his cock was deep 
inside of me.

"Yes!" I exploded. "Fuck me with that thing. Fuck my ass, Tony. 
Fuck my ass, big brother. Fuck me with your cock. Put the meat to 
me, big brother. Hold me in place and lay some pipe in my ass you 
big, strong, cock-driving stud. FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUT PUSSY CUM-
EATING BROTHER WHORE, TONY."

Tony pulled back and then squealed loudly through his almost 
bloody clenched teeth as he drove his cock back into me until his 
pubic hair was drenched in the cold cream surrounding my asshole. 
We both squealed together as my inner muscles clenched on Tony's 
rod and I started using myself to milk down on the shaft Tony was 
frantically using to pound my guts into mush. I greeted his attack 
with all the power in my control and Tony responded by starting to 
lick my neck and ears and back as he held me tightly to him and 
hunched my butt with his eager loins. He begged me over and over 
to let him fuck me like I was going to disappear or turn into 
smoke or something. I did everything I could to encourage Tony 
from trying to crush his mighty pestle with my tight anal muscles 
to licking his fingers where they pressed into the bed beside my 
head. Tony took charge of the fuck by pushing me into the position 
he wanted me and then by punishing me with extra hard thrusts 
until he was spanking my ass with his loins. Every time I complied 
with what he wanted me to do he'd reward me with hot licking and 
kissing and totally wonderful fucks up my asshole. My cunt. My 
boy-pussy. The boy-pussy cunt that Tony owned and was using so 
magnificently to turn me into a complete slut, wanting nothing 
more than to be the focus of Tony's totally encompassing love as 
he used my body to teach me how to love him back. I could tell 
that Tony was experimenting and learning as well. Using my 
reactions to judge how well he was doing, what I especially liked 
and what was merely fantastic.

The bedside clock counted more than forty minutes as Tony explored 
our mutual sexuality and taught the both of us how wonderfully two 
loving brothers could please each other. When Tony finally started 
loosing control and started fucking me like a runaway high-powered 
steam engine I could barely hold up his weight any longer. I was 
reduced to laying underneath of him and begging, "Please, Tony... 
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Tony. Right there!!! Right there!!! 
Pound that asshole right there, Tony. Yeah! YEAH! You got it! Hump 
me. Hump me, Tony, hump my ass hard like that. SCREW ME, TONY! 
SCREW ME!!! I'M CUMMMING!!! I'M CUMMING. OH MY GOD YOU'RE MAKING 
ME CUM AGAIN TONY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"

Tony went wild, humping and fucking and pounding my ass like a 
madman. Holding me in place with his forelegs and teeth like a 
stallion would while his hips fucked me like a dog covering a 
bitch in heat. He couldn't take it any more and started erupting 
inside of me. His welcome balm filling me as he strained his head 
backwards and screamed his triumph as he spurted his seed into me.

I collapsed underneath of him, my, luckily flexible, knees splayed 
out to the sides as his entire weight pressed me into the mattress 
and I felt him panting for air across my back. There was something 
totally wonderful about feeling his hot, sweaty body covering me, 
laying on me and holding me down and protecting me. I knew what 
bliss was. Bliss was being my brothers brother.

Turning his head, Tony kissed me and then rolled over towards his 
side of the bed. I followed him, keeping his still turgid cock 
clasped in my rectum. Tony sighed and pulled the bedcovers up over 
us. He put his arms around me and put his upper leg over the top 
of me, shifting his hips to make sure his cock was firmly seated 
and wouldn't fall out. Satisfied, replete with pleasure and awash 
with love, we drifted off into pleasant dreams.

Four more times that night I either woke up to the feeling of Tony 
fucking me again or woke up and worked my butt muscles on him 
until he woke up and used the erection I'd created to put me back 
to sleep. The rising sun woke both of us and Tony rolled me over 
on my belly and gave me as good a fucking as I would ever hope to 
get, taking a long, slow, delicious time to ride me in a variety 
of positions and to explore my every crevice and nerve ending and 
reaction. For my part, I let Tony practice his fucking technique 
and urged him on to try anything and everything either of us could 
think up. After Tony finally released his sperm into me his cock 
stayed very hard and he complained that his piss hard-on was 
aching and he needed me to let go and let him visit the bathroom. 
I begged him to give me another enema so that I would be clean 
inside for him and he just laid on top of me and pissed into my 
guts like I'd asked. What a wonderful feeling it was to lay 
underneath of him like that and have him fill me up.

He carried me into the bathroom with his cock still plugging my 
butthole and stepped into the bathtub. Pulling the shower curtain, 
he started the shower and then helped me squat down over the big 
drain hole. When I was done he washed me off and inspected my 
behind. He said my anus was all red and puffy, but his dick was 
all red and swollen and looked like a piece of raw meat so I 
didn't figure there was anything wrong, that was just something 
that happened when you fucked a lot. The shower and Tony washing 
me restored my energy and Tony ended up having to defend himself 
against my advances. Since it was Saturday, I insisted on staying 
naked for the rest of the day, but Tony put on one of his 
jockstraps to keep me from playing with his cock all the time. I 
thought he looked fantastic dressed only in that most masculine of 
all attire and followed him around closely all day as we cleaned 
the house and took care of our chores. 

I got Tony to fuck me once more and let me suck him off twice that 
day. When we settled down to watch TV that evening I managed to 
talk Tony into letting me cuddle up and sit in his lap. It didn't 
take much more to convince him that putting his hard-on up my ass 
was the only comfortable way for us to sit like that. He finally 
agreed, but would spank my ass hard if I didn't sit still and let 
him watch his programs. I got up several times during the evening 
to run into the kitchen and get drinks and snacks for us, but made 
sure that Tony's cock was seated firmly inside of me each time I 
settled back down into his lap. During commercials Tony and I 
talked about what our new closeness meant. We agreed that our 
private business was still our private business and saw no reason 
to change anything except that we would take a bath at night to 
clean off the days dirt and then take a quick shower in the 
morning to clean up from any sexual adventures during the night. I 
made a personal promise to myself to make sure there were always 
clean washcloths and towels as well as the handbasin and pitcher 
of clean water in the bedroom at all times. I wanted Tony to feel 
comfortable fucking me any time he wanted to without having to 
worry about making a mess.

Tony finally lifted me off of his lap and got up and turned off 
the TV. Then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and 
carried me into the bathroom. Tony took off his jockstrap and then 
we both used the toilet and brushed our teeth. Tony started a tub 
of water. We got in together and took a long time to bathe each 
other, feeling and touching and exploring with new eyes opened by 
our open sexuality with each other. I sucked on Tony some, but he 
never got really hard and I didn't really try to get him to cum or 
anything. We were just touching and enjoying with no driving need 
to have actual sex, knowing that could happen anytime we wanted it 
to happen.

We dried each other off with clothes-line fresh towels I'd washed 
that day (OK, so I cheated. I put on shorts when I went outside. 
But I took them off as soon as I got back inside where Tony could 
see me. In fact, I went in and out a lot more than necessary when 
I discovered that Tony liked to slip my shorts off of me, feeling 
my butt and little cock and balls as he did. For a while, it 
seemed like I needed to go outside every ten or fifteen minutes). 
Anyway, when we got into the bedroom Tony sat down on the side of 
the bed and pulled me over to him. He gave me a big kiss and 
fondled my behind. He told me what a great help I'd been that day 
and what a good boy I'd been. Then he carefully arranged me across 
his lap and gave me one of the best bedtime spankings I'd ever 
had. Warming me up slowly and carefully until my butt was bright-
red and red-hot. He rubbed my butt when he was done and then said 
that he finally knew why I liked having my ass warmed up like 
that. He laid me down on my back on his side of the bed and lifted 
my legs while he gooped up my bottom and his rampant cock with 
plenty of cold cream and then got up over me and put my ankles up 
over his broad shoulders. In one long, smooth move, he penetrated 
me and started warming me up from the inside just like he had from 
the outside. Starting slowly and carefully and building up to all 
I could take. We had our orgasms together and for the very first 
time, white sperm came out of my still hairless cock and balls.

Tony congratulated me and kept his cock up my ass. He held himself 
up on one hand and used the other to play with my smooth balls and 
stiff dick until I shot another white wad that we could both watch 
shooting out of my stiff little rod. Tony congratulated me and 
then licked up all the juice I'd managed to produce and sucked the 
last tiny bit off of my cock. Tony laid down and spooned me up 
against his chest with his still hard erection firmly ensconced in 
my throbbing butt hole. We lay like that for a long time. Talking 
bout our lives, Tony telling me how important it was to him to 
have me doing the things I did for him. In return I told Tony how 
important he was to me, how I liked having him in control and how 
much I liked sucking on his cock or taking it up my ass and 
feeling him use his body to please both of us. All during this 
time Tony would move in me a little bit, or I would move on him or 
just work my inside muscles on him until he would move in me some 
more. He finally lifted my leg and gave me a dozen good strokes, 
putting it to my ass just like I craved it just then before he 
splattered my insides again as I coated his hand with the few 
drops of cum I was able to produce. Tony snuggled up to me and we 
woke up just like that in the morning so that he had no trouble 
giving me my morning fuck and piss enema.



By the time I was fourteen and Tony was seventeen we were having 
sex together at least once a day. Tony had made me work hard so I 
was doing really good in school and was captain of the gymnastics 
team. It was pretty obvious by now that I was going to be like my 
mother. I was only 5' 6" tall and my dick was just a bit over six 
inches long, but it could, and did, stay hard for hours. On the 
other hand, Tony had kept growing and was like dad. A bit over 6' 
5", he was a big husky lad with the grace and power that made him 
the star of the football, baseball and basketball teams at school. 
I swam as well as did gymnastics so we both had our share of 
trophy's and prizes. The best prize for me though was when my big 
brother would put his arm around me and let everyone know how 
proud he was of me. 

One of my favorite things to do with Tony was to catch him in bed, 
laying back on one of the big pillows. I'd climb up on top of him 
and lay there straddling one of his legs, my cock pushed into his 
hot flesh. I could lay there for hours like that rubbing my smooth 
body up against Tony's hairy body and kissing him while he played 
with my ass. We both loved that and would sometimes spend all day 
Saturday like that, taking time out for suck and fuck, but always 
returning to some position that involved me laying on top of him 
with his fingers up my ass and my lips covering his or nibbling 
around his face.

Tony and I still took baths together every night and would often 
suck each other off or fuck each other right there in the tub, and 
then do each other again later in bed. One evening while we were 
bathing I told Tony that the swim coach had told us to shave off 
our body hair so we could swim faster. I was only shaving about 
once a week then, and only because Tony told me too, so I was 
afraid to shave myself like that. Tony said, "No problem," and 
reached out of the tub for his shaving soap, brush and razor. Tony 
took me at my word and removed ALL my hair below my eyes. He liked 
that so much that Tony has kept me that way ever since, shaving me 
at least twice a week and making it even more obvious that he's 
the big brother and I'm the little brother. I don't have any 
problem with that, just like I don't have any problem taking his 
ten plus inches up my ass. Tony loves to fuck me and I love being 
fucked by him.

Things sort of changed the next year. Tony had graduated early 
from High School and decided to attend State College in the next 
town. It was only about 15 miles away and Tony had his own car so 
we still lived in the same house and I stayed at the same High 
School that Tony had attended. So things didn't really change 
except that in his third year of college Tony met this girl and 
started dating her. I tried to act like I was cool with the idea, 
but I was really jealous, especially when he brought her home and 
I had to stay on the couch and listen to them while they fucked in 
our bed. She really loved it when Tony laid pipe in her cunt and I 
even heard how wild she got the first time he fucked her up the 
butt. That went on for over a year with Tony sleeping with me just 
like always except when she could manage to get away from her 
family. They seemed to be getting more and more serious. In my 
heart, I knew that they were going to get married and have kids 
and everything, but I kept thinking up ways that Tony could live 
with her but keep visiting me and not forget how much I loved him 
and needed him.

Everything pretty much came to a head one night after I'd spent a 
couple of hours listening to them whispering and fucking. I simply 
couldn't take it any more. After she left in the morning I told 
Tony that I didn't want to go to college. That I was going to take 
care of him for the rest of my life and that was all that mattered 
to me. Tony got mad and told me that I was going to go to college 
and that was final. We had an awful fight that ended when I 
screamed at him that if he wanted to fuck pussy he could take it 
out of my house. That he could marry his bitch and the both of 
them could move out and get fucked all they wanted to. Tony just 
picked up his stuff and walked out.

Tony came home late that evening, and he had HER with him. They 
tried to sit down in the living room and talk to me, but I got up 
to leave. Tony told me to sit back down. I told him that he was a 
big boy now and didn't need me to make up his mind. To go ahead 
and do what he wanted to do, but that I wanted no part of it. I 
walked out of the room and went into the kitchen.

She came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I shrugged 
her off but she put her hand back on my shoulder and turned me 
around. She reached up with her finger and dabbed the tears out of 
my eyes. "Tony and I want to get married, but Tony won't marry me 
without your permission."

"Tony's grown up. He can make his own decisions."

"Yes, Tony's grown up. And he IS a big boy, as we both know. And 
he loves you more than anyone else in the world, including me, and 
you're the only one who doesn't see that. Tony wants to have 
children, and I want to have his children. But neither of us will 
do that unless you approve. We want to be married -- we want you 
to be our best man. Because you are. You are the best man for both 
of us. For Tony and for me. I know that you and Tony sleep 
together, and I know that you can keep him at least as sexually 
satisfied as I can." (I blushed bright red about this time.) "I 
have you to thank for what a wonderful and considerate lover Tony 
is. We want you to be our best man, and we want you to share our 
marriage bed, for as long as you'll have us. That's what Tony 
wanted to ask you tonight. If you tell me to, I'll leave right 
now. But Tony needs you, and so do I."

"But Tony loves you!"

"And all that matters to you is that Tony is happy. Is that it?"

"Well, of course. But..."

"But me no buts. Why do you think Tony is so worried and upset? He 
wants and needs both of us. I'm his girlfriend, and I want to be 
his wife. But you are his brother and he won't let anything 
interfere with that. I'm asking you to come to bed with us. To 
come to bed with us and show Tony that everything can be OK. I've 
never seen two men make love before. But I want to see you and 
Tony make love, and I want you to see how me and Tony make love. I 
want you to be there and hold us as Tony gets me pregnant. If 
you'll have me, I want to be part of you and Tony's life. Please 
don't keep me out. I love Tony, and I want to join with you and 
Tony. Please?"

We were both crying by then and held tightly to each other until 
the worst of it passed by. Once we quieted down a little, she 
said, "Haven't you ever wanted a sister?"

I sort of grinned and nodded, "Yes."

I could see the devil pass through her eyes as she asked, "Haven't 
you ever laid on that lumpy old couch listening to us and wonder 
what it looked like with Tony on top of me, fucking my pussy?

I just blushed even redder and she laughed. A happy, teasing kind 
of laugh that I really liked.

"Have you ever seen a girls pussy before?" she asked.

I shook my head, "No", and she went on, "Have you ever wondered 
what it would look like, watching that big thing of his going in 
and out of my pussy? Of licking on him as he fucked me? Or sucking 
on his balls or licking his asshole while he was humping up and 
down on me? He told me he loves it when you lick his asshole. I'm 
trying to learn how, but he says I just can't do it as good as you 
can. He told me that he especially likes it when you eat him so 
good that he just has to beg you to fuck him. He says he really 
loves having you on his back that way. How'd you like to fuck his 
ass while he's fucking me? How'd you like to fuck my ass while 
he's fucking my pussy so that you can feel his cock moving inside 
of me? Would you like that?"

The more she talked the harder I got. I could visualize everything 
she said except what her pussy looked like. She grinned at me just 
like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Taking my hand, she led 
me back into the livingroom in front of the couch. Tony had gone 
into the bedroom, but that didn't matter to her. She stepped out 
of her shoes and just as casually reached up under her dress and 
pulled down her panties until she could drop them and then step 
out of them. She pulled her dress up over her head and laid it 
down across the coffee table. Turning around, she asked me to 
unsnap her. I fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings, but soon had 
her unhooked and she shrugged off her brassiere. She turned around 
and fondled her own tits. I could see why my brother wanted her so 
badly. She was even more beautiful without clothes than she was 
all dressed up. She coyly ran her hand down over her smoothly 
rounded belly and teased the top of a long strip of pubic hair. 
She laughed at my reaction, which consisted mostly of my jaw 
hanging open and my shorts sticking out, and reached forward to 
help me get undressed.

Once I was as naked as she was, she laid down and put one leg up 
over the back of the couch and spread the other one over onto the 
coffee table She started rubbing herself down there which made 
some kind of slit or split open up and flash pink at me. I was 
entranced. This was where Tony put his cock while he was fucking 
her. This was what Tony wanted and was chasing after. This was 
where Tony was going to put his sperm and make babies. There was 
something so fascinating about this. I wanted to see Tony's big 
cock split this pussy wide open and give it a hard fucking like he 
did my ass. I wanted to see if this girl could take Tony the way I 
could or if he had to be careful of breaking her. She motioned and 
I crouched down on my knees between her legs. She held her pussy 
open for me so I could see inside. It was kind of neat. It looked 
sort of like a fancy asshole, and it moved a lot like one when she 
started playing with it. My dick was leaking like crazy and I 
really wanted to reach up and touch it. To see what it felt like. 
To see if it was as hot and slick as it looked.

I was just about to risk touching her when I felt Tony settle down 
on my back. I had been so involved in looking at pussy that I 
didn't even hear him come into the room. The pressure and body 
heat of him behind me startled me and I turned my head to see who 
it was (Santa Claus maybe?). Tony smiled and kissed me on the end 
of my nose. "Neat! Huh?"

I nodded, 'Yes', and turned back to the even more flushed pussy in 
front of me. Tony showed me how to touch and play with it. The 
outside lips and the inside lips and a little bump that made his 
wife to be go crazy if you played with it just right. Tony showed 
me how to use my hands and then how to use my mouth to make her 
moan and wiggle around and hunch her pussy up into our faces. 
There was something really neat about watching her squirm around 
with Tony's face buried in her wet pussy. And it was great when it 
was my turn and I could make her flush and react just as strongly 
as Tony could. I didn't even notice exactly when he slid his cock 
up inside me. It was just sort of part of what was going on and 
all of a sudden I was eating pussy and getting fucked at the same 
time.

Tony started cumming first. I felt him swell and pulse in my ass 
and then he grabbed my dick and I started shooting too. I was 
eating her ass and Tony was eating her pussy when we started 
cumming. She'd been having orgasms for over twenty minutes, but 
when she smelled and felt Tony and me shooting off she exploded 
like a volcano, grabbing our heads and forcing them even closer to 
her and rubbing her pussy against us and screaming like someone 
had set her on fire. I seemed to know exactly what she needed and 
stuck one finger past Tony's lips into her pussy and my thumb into 
her ass. I pinched my fingers together in the middle and squeezed 
what she later told me was her "G" spot. Whatever the hell it was, 
she leaped like a swordfish on the end of a fishing line and it 
was everything Tony and I could do to keep her on the couch. I 
thought I'd hurt her and tried to remove my fingers, but she 
grabbed my hand and made me hold her even tighter as she had a 
wild orgasm. Tony and I sort of forgot about shooting our cum as 
we watched her go crazy.

When she finally calmed down Tony grinned at me and pulled his 
cock out of my ass. He got up and then helped me get up. Still 
grinning like fools we "High Fived" each other and burst into a 
triumphant, happy laughter. Two guys proud of doing good together. 
Sue looked up at us and said the one thing that could make 
everything perfect, "I don't know if I dare marry the two of you."

Well, she did. She married Tony at the end of the school year in a 
big church ceremony with all our families present and a huge 
amount of food and gifts and loving kindness. Our families got 
along great right from the beginning and have always been 
supportive of us. I pulled Tony and Sue out of the reception early 
to take them home so they could change clothes and make the five 
o'clock train for their honeymoon. I loaded them in my uncles 
cadillac and they were so busy kissing and stuff in back that they 
didn't even notice where I was driving. I stopped the car and 
opened the back door for them. Tony got out and helped his new 
wife out of the car before turning around and realizing where he 
was. With the help of my cousins and some of my uncles I had fixed 
up my parents old place. We'd pulled all the weeds, mowed the 
lawns and trimmed the hedges and even had some flowers showing in 
the flowerbeds. The whole house had been painted and I had the 
inside spotlessly clean. Some of the furniture was pretty old, but 
it was all in good repair and comfortable except for the hard-
backed kitchen chair that dad had kept next to the fireplace for 
when he had to spank one (or both) of us boys. He used to say he 
never knew which one of us he was punishing anyway, because he'd 
spank Tony and I'd cry.

Tony picked Sue up and I got the front door open just in time for 
him to carry her across the threshold instead of crashing through 
the door. Tony put Sue down and just looked around the room 
openmouthed. Sue looked puzzled, especially when Tony grabbed her 
hand and started dragging her all through both stories and the 
attic and even down into the basement, which had been Tony and 
mine's special play area during bad weather. When they got back to 
where I was waiting for them in the huge kitchen, Sue still didn't 
know what was going on because my big lummox of a brother was too 
excited to be making any sense. I told here that this had been my 
parents home, and that for their wedding gift, I had fixed it up 
for them, if they wanted it.

Sue started crying and looked at Tony. He just nodded and then 
looked at me. Sue took my hand. "Will you honor and obey me, as I 
will honor and obey you? Will you stay with me through sickness 
and health, in the good times and the bad? Through poverty and 
wealth? Will you be a part of my life, and share your life with 
me?"

Tony took my other hand. "Will you honor and obey me? Will you 
live with me and be a part of my life? Will you share my 
responsibilities and help me be who I should be? Will you join 
with me and my wife and be a part of our family? Will you share 
willingly of yourself with us, so that we may give willingly of 
ourselves to you? Will you marry with use? Be a part of our lives 
and love us, as we love you?"

I burst into tears and they just held me and let me cry. 
Eventually they led me upstairs and pulled me into their nuptial 
bed and held me between them until all I could do was say, "I do. 
I do!"





And Then There Were Eight:



Well, the years have been kind to us. I'd like to thank our friend 
Jon for writing this up for us so that others can know it's 
possible, to not give up or feel disheartened. Tony and Sue have 
their careers and I'm totally happy taking care of the house and 
our kids. Sue gave Tony three strong boys and then a beautiful 
daughter, bang, bang, bang, bang. Just like that, one after the 
other. For our first few years together It seemed like either Tony 
was fucking her to get her pregnant or she had a big belly. Once 
she started swelling she liked to lay there and have me eat her 
pussy while she watched Tony fuck me. Tony loved it, and so did I. 
She swore that she got pregnant faster if I fucked her ass while 
Tony was doing her pussy, so we did that a lot when she was 
fertile. My favorite was watching her nurse the latest baby while 
Tony was slowly fucking her. Of course, I was watching over Tony's 
shoulder because I'd be humping his ass while he was doing our 
wife. There was something about watching one of his baby's nurse 
that made Tony really want it put up his ass. I wasn't sure what 
it was, but I was sure glad to help him out.

After the first four, Tony and Sue decided that was enough and 
told me that it was my turn to make a baby. I was terrified, but 
Sue held me and Tony guided me and they decided later that Sue had 
gotten pregnant about thirty seconds after I shot my wad. Tony was 
so proud of me that he put me back on top of Sue and fucked me so 
hard that I came in her three more times. Personally, I'm 
convinced that that's when she got pregnant, with Tony pumping my 
cum into her. I was amazed that she could take both of us on top 
of her like that, but she seemed to love it and insisted that we 
repeat that many, many times afterwards. My son, Our son, was born 
nine months later and is growing up just like me. Smaller and 
lighter that his brothers, but just as willing to fight for his 
piece of the action. His brothers are fourteen, thirteen and 
twelve now, and this story got started when I caught the bunch of 
them downstairs in the basement the other day. Our littlest imp 
had his three brothers lined up against the wall and was sucking 
them off, one after the other. Apparently the purpose of the game 
was to see who could cum the most times. I just told them to make 
sure no one outside the family knew what they were doing and to 
wash up before they came back upstairs. They just looked at me 
like I was mentally defective or something and the baby went back 
to sucking on his middle brother.

Anyhow, our lives have turned out well and we have a healthy, 
happy family. I hope you are able to find the same happiness in 
your lives, and the same sexual gratification and completeness.

Not The End