Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:32:47 EDT
From: Glaucon55@aol.com
Subject: Masturbation Chronices 3

The Masturbation Chronicles No. 3

Bailey Stimson's Big Mistake
September 30, 2007

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials
of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for
adults, and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys
with older men.  This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and
names are also made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely
similarities.  These are fantasies for sexual private sexual enjoyment, not
for emulation in real life.

This current series is entitled "The Masturbation Chronicles" and will be a
series of discreet stories focused around the theme of uncontrollable
masturbation and its consequences.  I would truly appreciate suggestions
from others for scenes or settings, and of course descriptions of real
scenes.  Often my stories have been woven from tales shared with me by
those of your who comment on my stories.  So please consider writing to me.

Please contact me at glaucon55@aol.com.


Bailey Stimson was on top of the world.  At fifteen he was handsome,
athletic, and filled with enough spunk to drown girls from Harrisburg to
Calverton.  No fine chick was possibly immune from his radar, and with his
Puka bead necklace, perfectly straight teeth, thick red hair, boyish
freckles, and 7 inches of oversized boy dick, he had the confidence of
teenage arrogance that was untested and naïve.  Since he had been eleven,
he had learned that if he drove his fat knobbed penis into the sheets at
night, he could achieve shattering sensations that made him lose his
breath, and involuntarily fuck the bed for sometimes up to twenty or thirty
seconds.  It was a pre-teen dream cum true.  His cousin Sam had filled his
mind with impure thoughts that Altar Boys should not have according to
Father Raymond, and then showed him that if he stroked his then four inch
boner with a slick fist, he could make his toes curl.  He and Sam had even
traded slimy palms two times, once when they had to share a tent on the
overnight camping trip their fathers had organized when they were eleven,
and then again on a long drive to visit relatives when they were in the
back of RV, facing out the rear window and everyone else was asleep.

Fuck, it was so cool to do it with Sam on the sly like that, sliding their
hands down each other's loose shorts, gripping their respective steel stiff
pricklets with spit slick fingers, and teasing them till they had to bite
their lips from groaning out load.  Sam was amazing, the way his thick
fingers zeroed in on Bailey's sensitive prick tip, twirling them around the
bloated knob, thumbing his glans and them cupping the whole head in his
palm.  It took Bailey about fifteen minutes of teasing, his cousin bringing
him to the edge and then purposely stopping, before Bailey's legs
straightened out, his toes curled reflexively, and his fat knob went glass
smooth in his cousin's experienced fist.  `When the first bolts of
pre-ejaculatory sensation erupted, the sensitivity of Bailey's prick caused
Sam to quickly put his other hand over his handsome cousin's mouth,
preventing Bailey from waking their younger brothers, asleep in the seat
ahead of them.  Bailey flailed his head back and forth as Sam's fist teased
him to conclusion, drinking in big gulps of air to cover his
hypersensitivity.  But Sam's fist soon released him as his own bloated
glans got a thorough milking from Bailey, and he jerked his own legs out
and slid down further on the bed of RV to allow his cock to take control of
his body.  Soon Sam's own throbbing dry-cum made him twist and turn to
escape his cousin's unerring fist, and the two boys quietly panted their
sweet satisfaction.

The years had passed.  Now, Bailey was fifteen and at home, school was in
session, and there was no Sam to confide in his lust over Karyn Holcomb.
Instead, as he lay in his bed, naked, he ground his engorged teenage
phallus into the lubricated wash cloth that prevented his mother from
seeing sticky boy stains on the sheets.  He closed his eyes and groaned
lowly as his fat glans drove into the terry cloth wet with mother's hand
lotion, fucking the material like it was soon girl's pussy; mashing and
squishing his prong into the yielding, but abrasive material.  His strong
legs lifted his slender and slightly curved shaft up and then thrust it
down into the bed.  Each time he lifted up on his toes, his taut butt
cheeks opened, splitting the melons when he drove his prick back down into
the bed.  "Aaaahhhhhh fuuuccccck, Bailey softly whined, grinding and
twisting his torso and hips into the bed, making sure to roil his boy prick
as deeply into the wash cloth as possible, getting up again on his toes to
make sure he got enough traction to mash his pecker into submission.  It
was a wonder that the cloth stayed wrapped around his bulging penis, the
force of his fucking bruising the material over his sensitive knob and
wreaking sensations that made his tits tighten and his anus squeeze
tightly.

What Bailey did not know was that his ten and a half year old brother Royce
was monitoring each plunge into the bed.  Royce, on his hands and knees,
was watching his brother's big strong body achieve the desperate teenage
ejaculation it desperately wanted so badly.  For several weeks, Royce had
been sneaking into his brother's room once the frottage began because
Bailey was so consumed with his thrusting and fucking the wash cloth that
he did not notice in the dark his door which was around the corner from his
bed, open slightly.  Royce was able to crawl into the room, and hide behind
Bailey's desk near the door to get a good view.  His own thick, four inch
prong was steel stiff, and he gripped his loose pajama bottoms around the
pricklet glans, twisting his fist over the bloated boy tip until his own
dry orgasm, lubricated by his preteen, pre-fuck sap, made him flinch and
jerk while he watched Bailey make the final plunges into the bed.  He
watched intently as Bailey's long strong toes dug into the bedding, forcing
his over-heated cock into the spasms bathed in thick wads of teenage spunk
that left him gasping and groaning.... "aaaaagghhhhhh,
ooooooowwwwww.... Fuck, shit..... aaaaaagggghhhh."  Then with one final
plunge that announced that his cock knob was too sensitive for more, Bailey
would crash down on the bed gasping and hunching from the ticklish
intensity on his prick tip, and would soon fall asleep, allowing Royce an
avenue of escape.  Royce would slink out on his knees just the way he came
in, and let his still stiff pricklet lead him back to his room for another
round of frottage of his own.  The Stimson boys knew how to grind cock with
the best of American youth, and not-with-standing their handsome
all-American faces, they were as nasty and sex-starved as the next boy.

Bailey and his cousin Sam were growing tired of their respective
masturbatory routines not out of reluctance to shoot cum, but out of their
horny fuck-lust for girls.  Both fifteen year old jocks were mesmerized by
the idea of cunt without understanding why or caring, and both wanted to
get their randy prongs bathed in pussy juice.  But good boys don't do that
kind of thing, and so all Sam and Bailey could do was talk about the taut
nipples they saw at school and the flash of panties and pussy mounds that
tantalized them.  Fuck, girl's were all a prick-tease, making guys prongs
stiff and hard and sticky all fucking day.  Sometimes Bailey thought the
school should provide a booth where guys could go in privacy and have a
girl suck their dicks, like the fag holes in the john at the park where
some guys went for relief.  In truth, both boys wanted their cocks sated
constantly, and that meant more than once a day.  Girls were the means to
an end, and neither boy had fallen for a particular girl at their
respective schools.  Instead, they looked forward to parties where they
could find a cute cunt to suck face with, and grind their erect cocks
against soft legs and thighs... going home with blue balls and having to
fuck their beds sometimes twice in a row to get relief.  Since they went to
schools across town from each other, their e-mails and chats on-line became
the method of sharing fantasies that more than once had resulted in each
boy masturbating into a sock as they talked.  But neither confided about
that to the other...instead, they greedily read the nasty words each wrote,
pinching their respective tits, and twisting their dirty practice socks
around their leaky prongs, determined to find another way to get their
pungent boy spooge out of their heavy, ball sweat covered, testicles, and
bloated cock knobs.  As luck would have it, Sam had found just what both
boys had dreamed of in their horny day dreams and sticky wet dreams.  Down
the block from his house lived Kristy Jennings, a thirteen and a half
(going on eighteen) year old sweet meat.  Kristy had tits already the size
of mature women, and her dark, shining eyes and raven hair made it clear
she was well past puberty.  The way her pert ass thrust out when she walked
in shorts made Sam leak like a sieve in his masturbatory fantasies.  As it
turned out, Kristy who had moved into town only six months earlier when her
dad took a construction job in the area, had befriended another girl who
was her blond counterpart; Kara Townsend.  Kara was almost fourteen, and
her pale blue eyes were pools into which boys like Bailey and Sam sank
helplessly.  Like Kristy, her tits were already mature, and the pale
nipples were clearly outlined in the blouses she wore, as well as the fact
that she often went to school without a bra.  Shit, these girls were ripe,
and older boys in the neighborhood eyed them hungrily, but adjusted their
stiff hardons and moved on when they realized how young they were.  But Sam
had no such concerns.  He knew nothing of laws regarding underage sex, and
he figured if kids were kids, anything was fair game.  He began sharing
with Bailey descriptions and photos of the girls, pictures he took with his
digital telephoto camera when they were coming and going from Kristy's
house.

Over the course of several weeks, Bailey was desperate to meet Kara and Sam
had staked out Kristy as his prey.  It turned out that in another week, a
party was taking place down the block at the home of one of the junior high
kids whose parents let them hold teen parties.  There was no drinking or
smoking or drugs allowed, but the parents were easy and did not supervise
the parties held by their daughter.  She invited the best looking kids, and
even some older boys, to give the parties an edge, and make them seem hot.
It worked, and popular kids, jocks and all the best cunt in the
neighborhood would show up.  Sam had worked up the courage to approach
Kristy, and eventually told her about his cousin Bailey.  He wondered if
sometime they could double date, he would invite his cousin over, and he
could hang with Kara.  Kristy admired the handsome face, and Sam's strong
body.  His boyish smile was so infectious, and that dimple on his right
side when he laughed was like a flame to her itchy pussy's moth.  When news
of the party down the block became the big story at school, Kristy
suggested that Sam invite his cousin, and she would ask Kara to join them.
They could go together...and guess what.  Kristy's father had to leave her
alone at the house for the weekend.  He was a single parent, and he
admonished her not to invite anyone over while he was away.  But Kristy
just smiled sweetly and did what she always did, that is, whatever the fuck
she wanted.  When her dad was gone, she was free.  So she told Sam that he
and Bailey and Kara could come back to her house after hanging out at the
party if they wanted.  Sam told her that sounded cool, but did not make a
big issue of the invitation until he told Bailey in an excited instant
message.  "Fucking A...were going to get a chance to score pussy, at least
stick our fingers in their cunts and maybe get a blow job...shit, this is
the best!"  Bailey concurred and the two boys furiously fucked their beds
that night, dreams of sugar plum cunt and berry nipples, dancing through
their heads as their strong feed drove their torsos relentlessly into the
their respective beds.  Little did Sam know that his younger brother,
eleven year old Kevin, had learned from his cousin Royce all about Bailey's
jerk sessions.  So Kevin had been sneaking through the shared bathroom,
opening the door slightly and watching his brother screw an old gym sock
into the bed, mesmerized by the strong his brother's strong ass checks
clenching as he ground down and torque his body to work the fevered prick
into submission.  Like Royce, Kevin masturbated his own pre-teen pricklet,
a sturdy five inch cudgel, gripping the fat boy glans and mauling it with
spit and his own pre-ejaculate to achieve a shuddering, tingling dry-cum
that made his bite his lip and close his eyes from the intensity of the
sensation.  These four cousins were as randy as boys could be, and as
innocent and sweet as Norman Rockwell boys on the old covers of Life
Magazine.  Only in the darkness of their rooms, did these boys show how
much their pricks governed their lives, and how much satisfying the demands
of their boy boners ruled their day to day thoughts.  For Bailey and Sam,
cunt was the objective, but for Royce and Kevin it was the guilty pleasure
of masturbating their pre-teen alter egos, their stiff pricklets.

What Sam, and of course Bailey, did not know was that they were being
watched closely by their younger brothers, and that the two girls they were
going to date at the forthcoming teen bash were mature beyond their years.
Both girls were experienced beyond the boys' imaginations, and knew how
they needed their pussies itched and to make big boys beg.  Kristy had
learned about her cunt and its reflexively gripping tunnel and sensitive
clit from her older cousin, Billy Randle.  When Kristy was eleven and he
was seventeen, Billy managed to get her out into the woods on a vacation
hike, and by the time their picnic lunch was finished, his strong thick
finger had lodged itself in her virgin mount and stroked Kristy to three
straight orgasms while his lips were locked on her nearest nipple, laving
and suctioning it till she fairly squealed.  Jesus, Kristy loved the way
Billy's rough finger pad had teased and tickled her cunt lips, worming just
inside the pre-teen labia, and there scratching, rubbing, and searching for
her most sensitive spots until the young girl was thrashing under his body
that was half draped over hers, keeping her captive as he frigged her leaky
hole.  As he suckled her exposed tit, making electric shocks rocket through
her body and fire her clit into a stiff nub, he turned his thumb into a
flicking machine and his index finger into a rooter router.  Billy had
taken Kristy deep into the woods, to a secluded spot under a small
waterfall so that when her girlish squeals and cries from the delicious
sensations rang out, no one would hear them above the rushing water.  Even
better though, Bill shared his thick eight inch prong with Kristy's soft
fingers and inexperienced mouth, and once she realized that boys were
controlled by their cocks, the tables were turned.

Billy was so strong, and so manly to Kristy, but the moment her gentle
hands gripped his throbbing prong, sticky with his pre-fuck sap, and her
fingertips glided over the satin bulb of his fat prick knob, the big teen
surrendered, lying back and closing his eyes and abandoning his cock to its
fate.  What a glorious afternoon for Kristy, her pussy still sweetly aching
from the finger-fucking she had gotten, and her nipples a bit sore from
Billy's voracious mouth.  But then to have this big, 6' 1" boy completely
at her disposal was a miracle that made her pussy leak.  She searched out
his navel and tickled him, she hefted and scratched his heavy hanging balls
making him writhe, and she even pinched his rubbery teats making his prick
go rigid each time.  Every discovery was a revelation.  Before they
returned from their outing, Kristy had made Billy's big boner geyser once
over her trembling fist, and then a second time into her soft mouth,
wrenching cries and exclamations from him as he kept stroking and mouthing
his sensitive prick tip after each explosion.  But Billy did not stop her,
he was helpless, wanting to have his sweet young cousin drain his copious
spooge and milk his big boy balls.  From that time on, Kristy measured her
ability to control men.  There was the young, married security guard at the
Mall who licked her cunt to two cums, but only after she made him lower his
pants and briefs to his ankles and masturbate for her.  She got to take
some booty from the store she was in as a reward, without paying a dime.
And there was her soccer coach who rubbed his fat knobbed cock against her
pussy and ass till he came, and then had to lick his cum off her until she
was satisfied with his service.  Finally, there was the thirty year old gas
company reader who was offered a soda and got much more for his time and
trouble.  He had introduced Kristy to fucking, and Christ did he know how
to use that 7", curved shaft with the fat plum knob.  He showed Kristy what
nature had taught men across time, to leverage their strong ass muscles on
their tip toes, and drive deep and corkscrew, to wring cries of bliss and
squeals of joy from girls till they could hardly breathe.  And the gas man
was so insatiable, matching Kristy own slutty lust.  He had fucked her
three times in two hours, and then had to jam, knowing he had to make up
the lost time he had spent with her.  Now, living in a new town with new
and fresh meat to conquer, Kristy was ready for Sam and his cousin.  This
would be easy, and from getting to know Kara, she knew the older girl was a
kindred spirit and knowledgeable counterpart.

For her part, Kara had been screwed by her thirteen year old brother since
he had been twelve.  Connor Townsend had always been big for his age, and
his cock was a match for his body.  Early on, he learned that other kids
longed to touch him, and he went from hunching his bed, to getting blowjobs
from younger boys in the school toilet, to screwing his sister in what seem
like a blur.  Kara caught him spying on her, and masturbating his thick six
inch boy prong.  But instead of punishing him, she invited him into her
room when their parents were distracted at night, and at least twice a week
he would lick her pussy and screw her till she came twice.  Boys were so
delicious, made to service girls and give them thrills in their aching
cunts.  Like a good puppy dog, thirteen year old Connor dutifully met every
need Kara had, except the thrill of meeting and conquering new boys.  Now
her friend Kristy, no stranger to dick, had arranged it so that the two
girls could tame two new cocks.  It was going to be a fun party.

The week of the party, Bailey had asked his parents permission to go across
town and spend the weekend with his cousin Sam so they could go to the
gathering.  Royce knew from his e-mails and IMs with Kevin that Sam was
just as much a jerk-off artist as Bailey, and he wondered if the two older
boys fooled around with each other.  He and Kevin decided he should ask to
come and spend the weekend too, since his parents would be bringing Bailey
and then the two of them could spy on the older boys---maybe even follow
them to the party---to see what they would get into.  Anyway, Kevin had
gotten a cool new digital camera for his birthday and it could take night
pictures using infrared, and had a telephoto lens for long distance
shots...ostensibly for nature pictures.  But both boys knew what they
wanted from Kevin's camera...they just had to get together and pull it off.
Royce's pleas were finally heard, and with a promise he would not tag along
after his big brother and get in the way, he was allowed to spend the same
weekend with Kevin.  Their plan had been successfully hatched, now it
remained to be seen what they would see and capture on Kevin's camera.
Little did the two mischievous preteens know what surprises were in store
for them!

Royce had been surfing the internet for some time, and when he and Kevin
got together, he showed his cousin pictures he had downloaded onto his
flash drive.  There were pictures of guys screwing chicks, their huge,
stiff prongs battering soft, wet pussies and raking turgid little clits.
There were pictures of women, with bright red lipstick on, sucking hard
male prongs, and getting cum squirted on their faces.  And there were pics
of big dicks being masturbated by guys and chicks, causing cum to geyser
from the bloated knobs of the lucky recipients of the handjobs. For Royce
and Kevin, straight sex was obvious, but any sex where guys got to shoot
spooge was good, especially since they could not yet ejaculate big boy
sperm.  By the time they went to bed that first night, both boy's thick
four inch pricklets were throbbing, leaking pre-cum to make their boy
boners sticky and sensitive.  But since neither could shoot cum, the
constant leaking merely lubricated them for heaving dry-cums that would be
achieved later.  That night after Kevin's parents had gone to bed, they
used their flash lights to eliminate themselves underneath the bedspread.
Both boys slid their bloated pre-teen fuck sticks through the opening of
their pajamas and gripped them in respective fists, swirling their fingers
up their stiff little stalks, and their palms over the fat glans, making
them both squirm and grind their asses on the bed they were sharing in
Kevin's room; their long toes pointing hard as they teased their boners.

At one point, Kevin showed Royce a trick he had learned from pics on one of
the porn sites he had found in his internet searches.  He used some old
ties of his dad's that he found in the basement, and persuaded Royce to let
him tie his arms to the bedposts.  Royce went along, just to see what the
fuck Kevin had in mind, his cousin telling him he would love it.  Then
squirting some hand lotion on his palm, Kevin gently grasped his bound
cousin's throbbing boner in his fist, and began a slow, tortuous
masturbation of the big pre-teen boy.  Royce gasped from the delicious
sensation of his cousin's practiced fist gripping his sticky wiener, and
hunched his legs the moment Kevin's muscled palm roiled over his fat, achy
glans, the sensation driving him wild.  His knees came up to his chest, and
he tried to roll over on his side away from Kevin.  But Kevin had bound him
securely, and he merely followed his cousin and thrust his own knees under
Royce's back, pinning him on his side while his fist continued to slide
slowly up and down the rigid boy prick.  Royce couldn't stand it and yet
could not stop his hips from thrusting his boy rod into the hand of his
smiling cousin.  Fuck it felt good to have his boner stroked and squeezed,
the sensitive glans tickled and milked.  He whispered hoarsely, telling
Kevin to stop the desperate sensations, his voice rising from the
incredible hand job he was receiving.  Kevin quickly shushed his cousin,
and stopped masturbating him for a moment to find the pair of underwear
Royce had worn before they got into their pajamas.  In a quick motion, he
stuffed the shorts into his cousin's mouth as a precaution, and his still
wet fist went back to find the helplessly erect boy penis and to resume his
calculated masturbation of Royce.  Kevin knew that Royce wanted to be
milked by his experienced fist, but he also knew that Royce was as
sensitive as he was, and could not stand the slow, tortuous masturbation,
especially from a fist belonging to someone else.

"Aaaaagggghhhhh.....mmmmpppphhhhh....aaaawwwwwuuuucccckkkk....oooopp,
oooop, Aaaaaaawwwww....goooooooodddddd....!" Royce babbled into the wadded
underwear that had him gagged.  But all he could do is bounce on his
cousin's legs, and twist frantically, to try and avoid (even as he wickedly
enjoyed), the relentless masturbation to which his rigid boy bone was being
subjected.  Every time Royce's pricklet seemed to go rigid, and the fat
glans^×glassy, Kevin, would slow down.  He also used his fingernails under
Royce's t-shirt and found his cousin's nipples rigid and sensitive,
provoking more squawking and groaning from Royce.  That along with his
occasional attempt to slide a finger between Royce's firm boy buns, to
tickle his cousin's anal knot, made Royce almost hysterical.  It took him
almost a full hour, but Kevin wrung two massive dry cums from his cousin's
ever-stiff prong, milking him ruthlessly and yet gently, and leaving Royce
soaking wet from sweat in his efforts to both avoid his cousin's fist, and
from the gymnastics that accompanied each dry ejaculation.  Christ, Kevin
loved seeing the reactions by Royce as his thumb slid over the convulsing
Royce's over-heated prick knob at the moment of his cum, almost making the
boy faint, his legs thrust out and toes pointed, as the merciless thumb
flicked back and forth over the aching glans.

Later, that night, Royce would get his own back, tying Kevin down when he
was asleep, securing both arms and lets, and then milking his cousin two
times in succession. Kevin had the ability to cum within minutes of his dry
cums, and Royce had more than once almost driven his cousin insane,
wrestling the smaller boy down, and pining him while jerking him off
relentlessly.  Tonight, it was late and both boys were tired, so Royce
merely satisfied himself with two cums, but induced in a way that made
Kevin strain and buck helplessly against his bonds.  He used Kevin's socks
to keep his cousin quiet, and employed a slightly different approach to the
masturbation since Kev was spread-eagled.  He gripped Kevin's turgid wiener
in one hand, and rolled his fist and palm over his cousin's knob gently,
but continuously, keeping him on edge as long as he could, and then
wrenching ass grinding dry cums from him that were as wicked as the ones
Kevin had extracted from him earlier.  He loved the way Kevin's toes did
the opposite of his own, curling tight as his orgasm shook him, and as
Royce's fist continued to swirl around the bloated glans, making the
helpless boy writhe and buck through his own sweaty dry cums.  Ah fuck,
being pre-teen punks and cousins was fucking great, and no one knew how
much sex they could enjoy privately.  By day they were the handsome, almost
teen boys who dominated little league and their skateboards, but away from
prying eyes they were nasty, sex sluts who wanted to have and see sex
non-stop.  These exploits were just that, brainless pre-teen boy jock,
fuck-lust, but later, they would become a template for both of the boys to
use on their hapless older brothers whose own cocks ruled their
all-American bodies and brains.

Kristy had decided that it was time to have some fun with the two teenage
guys who had been sniffing around them like amateur pussy hounds.  Both she
and Kara wanted their cunts soothed on Saturday night, but they were going
to have some fun with these dick-brained middle school studs first.  Kristy
conceived of a plan to make the two boys kiss each others' dicks before
they would allow them to have the fuck both boys seemed desperate to
achieve.  Why the fuck not, older guys had made Kristy squirm, and Kara new
the pleasure of making a hard-dicked teenager her own personal sex slave
(her own brother at that), so why not these hunky middle school jock boys
who thought their teen pricks were God's gift to woman.  It would be a hoot
to see their expressions when the girl's told them the price of admission.
And, after all, who would it hurt.  The girls intended to bring them back
to Kristy's house with her dad away, no one would know....

The party was the usual...hard bodied boys preening and posing for the
pretty girls who were deciding who would have to go home with blue balls
and jerk their stiff prods for relief, instead of sinking the boy dicks
into wet, sticky mouths or cunts.  Teenage boys were do deliciously
predictable, desperate to ejaculate, and determined to sink their manly
pride into girl's soft, slick holes.  Failing that, they would fuck their
beds or their fists or anything they could pry their cock into that would
not disclose their rabid need to screw, and to what pathetic ends they
would go to get their release.  Every boy at the party had to put on the
face of masculine bravado, and dominating strength.  Pussy existed for
them, no the other way around.  But as their constantly stiff boy pricks
taught them, at the end of the day, they just fucking needed to cum...and
once in that condition, they were easily manipulated.  Beautiful boys with
god-like bodies and thick, fat knobbed pricks were like putty after a few
brews and lots of boasting and acting.  At least two guys would get sucked
off in the johns by other guys, pretending that they were too drunk to know
what was happening; after all, one cocksucker is as good as the next.  Two
other boys would cream just from lip locking with girls at the party, and
rubbing their insistent boners, barely covered by briefs and jeans, against
the legs of the knowing partners who loved the power they had over these
dim witted members of the male sex.  The rest of the boys were hoping that
they would get a girl's hand, mouth or god-willing, cunt wrapped around
their pulsing shafts.  Otherwise, it was home to screw the sheets, the
hidden socks, or their fists---dreaming of mastering soft, pretty girls who
seemed so innocent and wanting to surrender to male bravado.

Bailey and Sam had showered and even used deodorant, dressed in t-shirts,
shorts and flip-flops to expose enough of their firm, young bodies to make
their dates wonder at what treasures remained to be disclosed, and casual
enough to be one of the guys.  But when they saw the girls, they struggled
to prevent their teenage pricks from poking out their shorts.  Kristy and
Kara wore ribbed halter tops that clung to their boobs, emphasizing their
nipples, making them look like cherries ready to be plucked.  Their skirts
showed off their creamy thighs, and each time they bent over, their panties
were exposed, barely covering the magical wet, soft lips that were
beckoning Bailey and Sam.  The girls played coy, the two boys were cautious
and polite, goofing-off just enough to suggest the boyish charm that
teenage boys think girls adore.  Little did they know that Kristy and Kara
had seen it all.  They knew what the boys wanted, and they played along
with the stupid jokes, affectations and gestures.  But when it got to 10
p.m., the girls suggested to the boys that they walk down the block to
Kristy's house.  Unbeknownst to both couples, hanging outside the house
where the party was blaring were Bailey's and Sam's brothers.  They tracked
their brothers discreetly, and with all the noise and revel, neither was
paid much attention by the older attendees, more interested in each other
than two brats.  As Bailey, Sam and the two girls leave the party, they are
trailed by the two boys who have been monitoring them the whole night,
watching their older brother male models and suggestive touching and
holding that has led to the departure.

At the house, Kristy led the others to the living room which looks out
through a large plate glass window to the pool in the back yard.  The heavy
curtains are open, because Kristy has no worries with her dad out of town,
and the large cypress trees screening the yard.  Little did she realize
that two boys have come through the side gate, and are hiding behind the
barbeque on the patio, near the windows.  With their high resolution,
digital camera in Kevin's hands, they hoped to get some pictures they could
use to tease their brothers, and maybe even see something that they could
masturbate to.  For everyone involved that night, there were surprises in
store.

"Oh fuck, yeah..." Bailey groaned as Kara's palm glided over his mounded
fly, grinding his bloated boy prick, leaking and jerking under his shorts
and boxers, while his tongue dueled desperately with hers, using it to fuck
her in his imagination, since his penis was still captive.  Kara was the
aggressor, pushing Bailey back on the couch, her knee between his legs,
brushing against his balls, as her hand slid back and forth over his fly
front, teasing the oversized cock on the young teen.  Bailey's
inexperienced hands were rubbing her back as he focused on driving his
tongue deep in her mouth, and outside Kevin's camera focused on the erotic
scene, using the dim light from the lamp on the end table next to them to
capture shot after shot.  He even got one of Bailey's long toes curling on
his one foot that along with his strong leg was draped over Kara's body as
she pressed him down on the corner of the sofa, his flip-flop fallen on the
floor as he struggled to gain some control over girl who was ravishing him.

Better yet at the other end of the sofa, Sam's shorts were at his ankles,
his knees spread opening his crotch and Kristy's long fingers were curled
around his stiff and unusually thick six inch cudgel, its fat knob being
grazed by her long, painted fingernails.  His hand was up under her dress
clumsily trying to claw his way under her ass to her pussy.  Like Bailey,
he had transferred his instinct to fuck to his tongue, thrusting it
helter-skelter into Kristy's mouth, hoping he could maneuver her over his
throbbing boner and lower her down onto his determined cock before there
was an accident and he shot spunk over her hand, and everything else in the
nearby vicinity.  Kevin's camera used the 12x telephoto to capture every
leaky detail of his brother's drooling boner, being manipulated by Kristy's
knowledgeable fingers.  Then he moved the picture frame outwards to make
sure faces and bodies were all clearly visible in the shots.

The time had come, Kristy's trying hard not to laugh into Sam's face as he
hyper-ventilated and panted with his eyes shut and his tongue bouncing
frantically around in the amused girl's mouth.  She looked over to Kara,
and when she caught her eye, winked, announcing the moment to spring their
plan on the horny, desperate boys.  Kristy, lead the way.  "Hmmmm.... Sam,
you're so nice...oh, I love what you're doing," she purred, reaching down
with her free hand to slide it over his as he fumbled under her dress, over
her wet panties.  Sam thought he was evoking the sticky wetness, but it was
really the excitement Kristy felt over the chance to humiliate these two
boys.  "Sammy, will you do something for me....?" she pleaded softly.
"Yeah baby, sure...what'ya want...tell me...yeah...tell me...." he
responded, grinding his prick into her fingers as they danced teasingly
around his fevered prick knob.

But when Sam could finally focus on her words, he was
astounded...dumb-founded actually.  "What the fuck," he said when Kristy
said that she wanted to fuck him, but wanted him to prove how much he
wanted her by kissing Bailey's pecker.  Sam laughed, a nervous laugh, and
gave a "you must be kidding me" look first at Kristy, then at Bailey.  That
was when Kara piped in, "oh, yesss....oh please, Bailey please let him do
it... that's so cool, such an amazing idea, oh, it makes me so horny just
to think bout it....."  Bailey just had a dumb, blank expression, his cock
taking most of his attention as he felt the drops of pre-cum sliding out
the piss lips, wetting his boxers from the last deep thrust of his tongue
almost to Kara's tonsils.  When he did get his wits, Bailey said, "what
kind of shit is that...I'm not letting Sam kiss my pecker...that's queer."

Outside, the two younger boys watched somewhat perplexed why all the hot
and heavy action had stopped, and their brothers and the girls were now
talking.  Not that Sam's cock had gone down, Kirsty kept him nice and stiff
by gently rubbing her fingers over his bloated fuck tip while they spoke.
But why the conversation?  Inside, Kristy was not to be deterred.  "Sam, if
you don't kiss Bailey's cock, I don't want to fuck you...it's like Kara
said, it makes me horny.  I wanna be real horny when we do it...don't you
Sam... common, please...do it for me."  Kristy lowered her eyes, and gave a
sweet little girl pout, and Sam, like a moth to the flame, fell right into
the trap.

"Shit, that is so fucking queer...." Sam complained giving as disgusted a
look away from both Bailey and girls as he could muster, but there was just
a bit of resignation in his voice,(like "Jesus, why the fuck me...fuck,
let's get it over with...").  He turned and looked hard at his cousin
hoping for some help, but Bailey just looked dazed.  He wanted to go back
to kissing Kara, but she was waving her index finger at him when he tried
to pull her back, making like, "no, no, no..."  She was keeping Bailey at
bay until Sam completed his ablutions, and earned the right to get into
Kristy's panties.  But even as Sam continued to whine, Kristy pulled him
down from the sofa onto his knees, and Kara distracted Bailey by unzipping
his shorts and extracting his long, thick pecker through the wet fly of the
boxer shorts.  Outside, Kevin's and Royce's eyes opened wide as they saw
Kara turn Bailey's impressive boy penis toward his cousin's face, and
Kristy gently pushed Sam's head toward the bulbous knob, leaking clear
pre-fuck like a sieve.

"Ooooohhhh, Sam, you're making me so horny" Kristy crooned as she guided
his head closer to Bailey's crotch.  "Oh, my panties are getting so wet,
and its tickling my pussy... oh, Sam, quick please, do it..." her voice
becoming louder and more demanding.  For his part, Sam resisted enough to
make Kristy have to apply a bit of force to push his head closer, but
obediently, his cock throbbing from Kristy's description of her pussy.
Kara had slipped a finger into Bailey mouth, and now it was she who was
simulating the fucking, sliding the long finger with this painted nail, in
and out of the boy's mouth like a drugged wand, tickling the roof of his
mouth, and teasing his tongue.  At the same time, she twisted his long,
thick prick toward his cousin's face, and waved it back and forth as Sam
was pushed to within inches of the sticky fuck stick.  Kara moved out the
way, standing behind the couch but continued to finger fuck Bailey's mouth.
She transferred control of Bailey's curved prick, which wanted to slap up
to his shirt covered navel, to Kristy's who synchronized Sam's head and
Bailey's prick.  But fortunately for Kevin, she did so leaving the field of
view unblocked.  His camera was snapping furiously, and both he and Bryce
had developed stiff boners in their pants.

"That's it baby, oh fuck, its making me so wet...kiss it...kiss that fat
cock knob.  Just think, Bailey will be fucking Kara with that big fat cock
head and you'll be screwing me... so please, just kiss that
cock....oooowwwww plllleeeeeaaassseeee."  Sam closed his eyes, and suddenly
he felt the soft skin of something big and hard swipe across his lips.  He
pulled back, but Kristy pushed back, and now the bulbous tip of Bailey's
glans was gliding back and forth over Sam's pursed lips, basting them with
his pre-fuck.  Sam felt light-headed, like he might faint, but Kristy
pushed his head firmly, and unexpectedly Bailey's cock knob popped into
Bailey's mouth when he opened it to object to Kristy's manhandling.  At
that moment, Kristy moved back so both she and Kara could take in the
scene, and a perfect picture of Sam's mouth encasing the bloated glans of
Bailey's cock, and Bailey's face etched in lust with only some obscure
finger lodged deep in his upturned mouth.  Sam capture three rapid shots by
holding down the button of the digital camera, with the angle missing
Kristy entirely.

Sam sputtered, and pulled his head off of Bailey's prick, wiping his mouth
and making a face as he struggled to get his cousin's goo off his lips and
tongue.  Bailey was lost in the finger fucking that Kara was administering.
But Sam staggered to his feet, his pulsing boner swinging back and forth
heavily as he stood, and Kevin's camera capturing each move.  At that
instant, the phone rang, and everyone in the room turned in surprise.
Kristy let it ring again to be sure it was not a mistake, and then
answered.

"Hello..."

"Kris, this is Dad.  I had trouble with the truck and I'm on the way home.
In fact, I'm just a minute or two away.  Please put some of the left-over
meat-loaf in the micro-wave---I wasn't able to get dinner.  See you in a
minute."  The line went dead, and Kristy went crazy.  She screamed that her
dad was almost home and that the boys and Kara would have to go.  It took a
minute for the boys to get their clothes adjusted, and even as they moved
to the screen door to go through the backyard, they could hear Kristy's dad
arriving with his ride in the driveway.  As soon as Kevin and Bryce saw the
commotion, and the boy's getting dressed and moving toward the plate glass
window, they scooted out the back gate, and ran back to Kevin's and Sam's
house.

Later, when Kristy's dad entered the house, he noticed glasses on the
coffee-table in front of the couch, and pillows on the floor.  Kristy was
flushed, and she was in make-up that made her look like a slut, and a
halter top he had never seen.  Later that night, her pussy leaked wildly as
her father's belt snapped against her ass and the tip curled cruelly
between her flailing legs to bite in between her panty covered cunt lips.
Her father got the whole story out of her, minus the names of the boys, and
before the spanking ended, the curling belt would sting her clit just
enough to make her orgasm, squealing and screaming at the same time,
flooding her panties and making her tits go rigid.  Later that night, as
she cried in bed, her body folded up on her bed, her fingers were lodged
between her legs, stroking her inflamed pussy, tickling more delicious
sensations from her hungry cunt, a finger drilling in deep and her thumb
bruising her already battered clitoris driving her to another and another
obsessive cum.

Back at Sam's house, Bailey and Sam arrived sweaty and flushed from their
quick escape and run home in their flip-flops.  The boys had to keep quiet
till they got to their room, but the case of blue-balls they both had after
the humiliating scene Kristy had demanded of them, left them surly and
frustrated.  The "fucks" and "shits" were muffled, but Kevin and Bryce
could clearly hear them.  The older boys went to bed, angry and horny.  The
younger ones spent half the night going over the incredible pictures Kevin
downloaded to his computer.  The large pictures of what he had seen through
the lens were more amazing than he and Bryce could have imagined.
Together, they chaffed their stiff cocklets looking at the scenes of lust
and especially the ones of Sam's mouth engulfing the fat prick knob of
Bailey's incredible boner.  As their fingers frigged each respectively to a
satisfying dry cum, they looked at each other with the dawning realization
of what they now had in their possession.  For the rest of the weekend, as
Bailey and Sam grumbled around the house, the two boys organized and shared
the pictures Kevin had taken by e-mail to Bryce's computer.  A new day was
about to dawn for Bailey Stimson and his cousin Sam, one they could have
never imagined in their wildest dreams and fantasies.

On Monday night, when Bailey came home and had dinner, he was looking
forward to a good wank of his rampant prick before he went to sleep.  He
had seen Karyn Holcomb at lunch and her flirting and casual caress of his
face, tug on his Puka shell necklace like it was her collar for him, and
tickling his ear before they parted, made his cock stiffen and leak, still
unfulfilled from his weekend disappointment with Kara.  In gym he had
played hard when they divided into teams for basketball, using his height
and strength to bully his defenders, throwing elbows and driving hard to
basket to score.  He was angry because his spunk filled balls had not
achieved the relief he wanted and needed, so any guy in his way was going
to pay.  In the showers, he soaked under the warm water, grazing his
fingers over his nipples as he soaped, making his cock lurch and fill with
blood just enough to seem like the object of admiration of other boys
glancing at him in the locker-room.

After dinner, he went to his room, and opened an IM with Sam, asking if his
cousin had seen Kristy and Kara at school.  Sam said he saw Kara, and she
had asked for Bailey, but he had not seen Kristy.  Apparently, she was home
sick.  The memory of Kara, and her finger in his mouth carried him through
a piss before he went to bed, and helped his cock stiffen to a firm
erection when he climbed onto the bed, placing his lubed wash cloth under
his body to begin a good fuck of the bed to wring the bloated balls of
their sticky, starchy spooge.  Just as he lifted his naked torso to drive
his swollen shaft, and bulbous, sticky knob into the crinkled cotton to
bruise and chaff his itchy glans, there was a knock on the door.  "What the
fuck..." Bailey grimaced.  What did his Mom want... "Jesus, couldn't a guy
have some privacy" he cursed under his breath.

"Yeah, Mom, what'ya want" he called out in a forced, but calm voice.

"Bailey...ah Bailey, are you awake?" Royce asked, his voice almost a hoarse
whisper out of fear and excitement.  His pricklet throbbed and leaked more
pre-cum just from the idea of actually speaking to his older brother, as
the big boy lay in bed on his stomach, his prick already hard in
anticipation of a bruising fuck of the sheets and his spooge towel waiting
to wring gobs of teen spunk from his churning nuts.

Now Bailey was annoyed, "Jesus, Royce, it's ten fucking thirty, what the
fuck.... shit,...whaddya want...what'ya doing up this late...go to bed."
Bailey blurted out, annoyed at his brother's untimely intrusion.  Jeez,
couldn't a guy get his nut without some punk brother screwing it up, he
thought to himself barely containing his contempt for the intrusion.


"It's important Bail..."Ah, sorry...ah, I just wanted to ask you something,
that's all...and I didn't want Mom or Dad around...you know...."  Royce
responded almost submissively in awe of his older brother.  I got something
to show you that you'll wanna see."

"Fuck, can't it wait until tomorrow morning?" Bailey whined.

"No, Bail, I gotta show you now...common, you know you weren't gonna go to
sleep right away....common, just talk with me, huh?"  Even as he spoke,
Royce's four-inch pricklet was stiff and wet, pushing out the pajama pants
even further, the material mercilessly tickling his fat pre-teen knob as he
shifted nervously from foot to foot (and looking over his shoulder),
waiting for Bailey to let him enter the room and fearful his parents would
hear them talking and come out of their room.

"Fuck..." Bailey groaned under his breath, and he pulled the blankets up to
cover his nakedness even as his piss lips drooled more teen pre-sap onto
the wash cloth now wrapped around his aching knob, basting and massaging
it, tickling it as he spoke almost breathlessly.  "K...comin', but make it
quick god-damnit, I gotta get up early tomorrow."  What Bailey did not
realize, was that the night was just beginning for him.

Royce entered the room, and closed the door behind him.  He approached his
brother's bed cautiously, slowly, knowing that he had violated Bailey's
inner sanctum, his private world.  He also knew that his brother reserved
this time for his most private activity, the delicious masturbation of his
thick, fat knobbed prong.  But Royce and his cousin had already breached
the privacy of their older siblings by following them and snapping
electronic images of both of them hoping to get blow jobs, or better,
getting laid.  Now, his own hard pricklet was throbbing with anticipation,
desperate to see his brother masturbate up close, and to ask him questions
about sex and stuff.  Little did Bailey know that his blue balls,
frustrated by the interruption on the weekend, and only now having some
privacy, were going to be taken over by his eleven year old brother.

"Fuck, what'ya mean I wasn't goin' to bed...what'ya think I'm doing,
day-dreaming?" The older boy was now clearly annoyed and he didn't hide his
exasperation with his younger sibling.

"No, you know...I mean...you know what you do....you screw the bed...I've
seen ya do it."  Somehow Royce's naiveté allowed him to blurt these words
out, not thinking of the consequences of letting his brother know that he'd
been spying on his nocturnal activities.

When Bailey processed the words that Royce had said, he sat up and swung
his legs out of the bed, the blanket still covering his crotch and his
fading erection.  "Fuck, you little voyeur, you've been spying on me...you
faggot...what the fuck do you think yer doing sneaking around, getting in
my business...I oughta wring your fucking neck!"

Royce stepped back when his brother whirled out of the covers and sat
up...but his little pricklet actually spasmed, excited by something he
couldn't quite understand, but felt so good...he had gotten his brother
angry but also kinda scared by what he'd done.  If Bailey was upset about
Royce watching him wank his prick, what would be say when he saw the
pictures he and Kevin had taken.  Almost instinctively, Royce realized that
he had control over his brother in a way he had never imagined.

Bailey was glaring at this brother in the dark, about to reach out and grab
him, but did not want the blankets covering his still turgid erection to
slip off his lap and expose him. "Anyway...I know more than you jerk off at
night in bed, I know what you and Sam did this weekend."  There, he had
said it...and now he was waiting to see what Bailey would do.

Bailey was stunned...how did the little shit know what he had done this
weekend?  He was furious, but he was also shocked...his little brother was
like all over his private life, and it both infuriated and surprised
Bailey.  "Jesus Royce, how the fuck do you know what I did this weekend?"
Bailey asked almost in awe of his younger brother.  Did Sam tell his
younger brother what had happened, and the two younger cousins swapped
intelligence?  Sam couldn't have been that stupid...how did his brother
know?  Or maybe the little squirt was bluffing, and if he was, he was going
to make him sorry he'd every pulled such a prank on Bailey.

"We got pictures...we got pictures of you and Sam...and we put `em on the
internet, so stop being so fuckin' mean....  All I asked is if I could talk
with ya...and you get all bent out of shape...jeez Bail, don't be so
angry."  Royce was beginning to feel like he didn't need to be afraid of
Bailey, like he could face him.  After all, he and Kevin had the pictures,
and once Bailey understood, once he saw them, he'd have to calm down and be
reasonable.

"You have what...what'ya mean you got pictures...how did you and that
little creep Kevin get pictures?  You followed us...you followed us to the
party...well what the fuck, there were a lotta people at the party, so
what...now get outta my room!"  Bailey had had enough, he wanted to fuck
the bed into submission and he wanted his little brother to get out so he
could do it and enjoy the image of Kara splayed out on a bed, and his
strong ass muscles driving his thick cock into her sticky, gripping pussy
until they both came like it was the end of the world.

Royce didn't understand what he had done...why was his brother so angry?
"He backed up to Bailey's desk when his brother had whispered out loud and
in an angry voice to "get outta my room!"  "I won't get out...and we didn't
take pictures at the party, we took `em at Kristy's house...when you and
Sam were getting your pricks sucked!"  Well, they both weren't getting blow
jobs, but Royce was too excited and scared to get it all straight.  He did
know, though, that they had pictures that neither Sam or Bailey would want
anyone to see.

"You fucking creep...you little shit...tell me where you've got the fuckin'
chip...I'm gonna erase every one of those pics and then beat the shit outta
you!"  Bailey jumped up, his still tumescent cock, swinging and forcing his
pajama bottoms to bulge out obscenely, a wide damp spot where he had been
leaking pre-fuck before Royce had come and interrupted.  Fortunately he had
not gotten to the stage where he lowered his pajama bottoms and fucked the
towel...otherwise, when he leapt up, he would have given Royce another
show.

Royce couldn't back up any further.  He was already backed up to Bailey's
desk.  And now he was mad...mad that Bailey was swearing at him and calling
him names, and threatening him.  "Oh yeah...we'll I'll bet Mom and Dad
would like to see those pictures, and your buddies at school and Kristy and
Kara...how bout them...you wanna show them the pictures too?!"  Royce was
sweating, afraid his brother was going to punch him, but his own pricklet
was tenting his pajama bottoms, strumming with excitement.

Bailey wanted to kill his brother...but suddenly he realized he was in a
precarious situation.  He did not know what kind of pictures Royce and
Kevin had taken, but if Royce wasn't bluffing...then fuck, he was in deep
shit.  What if the little creep had the pictures, then he and Sam were
under their thumbs...but how much under, he was about to learn.  "Jesus,
Royce...what a little twerp...just gimme the pics and stop all this crap.
What'da I ever done to you...so don't be a shit...just gimme the pics."

Now it dawned on Royce that he was completely in control, and for the first
time, he realized he didn't have to ask Bailey anything...he would tell him
what he wanted him to do and say!  The moment he showed Bailey the
pictures, the bigger boy would suddenly be completely under his thumb.
"Yeah, we've got the pics, and like I said, they're on the internet.  You
get outta line, and me and Kevin are gonna post `em for everybody to see,
and then you'll be screwed.  So just stop acting like an asshole, and sit
down...I got something I wanna show ya, and then I wanna see you jerk off."

Bailey couldn't believe what he had just heard...now perspiration was
breaking out around his neck and at his temples...his little brother had
just threatened him with black mail, and the little shit apparently had the
goods.  He certainly knew that both Sam and he had their pricks out with
Kara and Kristy, so he couldn't bluff back.  With a deep exhale that
acknowledged his unbelievable situation, he stepped back to his bed, and
just did what Royce had demanded, he sat down.

Suddenly, the light next to the bed was switched on when Royce leaned over
toward the door and flipped the wall switch; Bailey squinted at his brother
who walked over to him, next to the bed.  He couldn't see Royce's pre-teen
erection, because he was looking up, not down.  But then Bailey handed him
two blown up pictures he had printed on his computer on 8 x 11.5 paper, he
sat up, biting his lip and stunned.  There in living color were two
pictures of him and Sam, one with Sam's mouth locked over his cock knob,
and the other with Kara masturbating him while their tongues dueled.  "What
the fuck....where did you get these!" Bailey demanded, looking at Royce
like he might hit him.

"Kevin took `em last weekend, and like I told ya, he's got them on a free
website." Royce said in a clear if nervous voice.  His prick hardened and
burped more boy sap just from the sight of his brother looking at the
pictures.

"What'ya mean he's got `em on a free website?" Bailey inquired, now as
curious as he was angry.

"He's gonna to send it to our parents and to friends at school."  Royce
squeaked out as bravely as he could.

"What the fuck, why would he do that...what kind of shit of that...does Sam
know what that little prick is doing.  I'm gonna call him on my cell phone
right now, and tell him to beat the shit out of Kev."  Bailey was
threatening, but he couldn't get out of the bed to get to his cell phone in
his back pack, because he was naked and had a semi-erect, wet cock under
the sheets.

"Kev and I will send `em out, unless you guys do everything we say."  Royce
almost had a dry cum as he said the words, his pricklet throbbing from the
threat he had just made to his big brother.  Fuck, all he wanted was to
have his hero big brother show him how he masturbated, and maybe have some
play along with Bailey like he had with Kev.  But the more his brother
treated him with contempt and disgust, the more Royce raised the
stakes...and the more his cocklet pulsed and leaked.  He didn't understand
it, but fuck it felt good.

"I wanna see you make your prick hard Bail...wanna see you play with it.
Don't take off your bottoms...just reach inside and play with it."  Royce's
voice was still high pitched, still the voice of a boy...but he spoke with
a calm and deliberation that belied his years.  Bailey stared at him
blankly...and opened his mouth to protest...but Royce moved toward him
crossing his arms over his chest and looking oddly confident for a boy.
With a dumb expression, Bailey slowly reached into the fly of his pajama
and grasped the heady head of his thick, curved cudgel.  His thumb slid
over the sticky glans...still wet from his earlier exertions, and the
tickle that he usually loved, was not almost painful.  But no matter to his
unruly prick...the cock responded to the sensation, and immediately began
to erect.  The spongy knob firmed up, and became smooth, and soon his wide
piss lips were drooling pre-cum to lubricate his thumb pad as it glided
back and forth over the fat crown.  Involuntarily, Bailey did what his cock
made him do, he groaned from the way his turgid shaft stretched and grew.
Now his thumb was swinging back and forth, and his cock was leaking again
against the soft material of the pajama bottom.  Reflexively, Bailey leaned
backward, propping himself up with one hand as the other worked lewdly
inside his pajama fly, working the teenage prong into a nasty, hard
projectile urgently needing to spit wads of cum.

Royce had a dry cum just watching his brother...and even though his body
shook with the throes of the delicious sensation, he decided that if this
was his one chance, he wanted to make the most of it.  Anyway, his pricklet
was still rock hard and now it was so sensitive he had to reach down and
grip the knob to stop the pajama material from grazing it as he walked.
Shit it felt good to hold his fat boy knob in his hand...still tingling and
now aching from his dry-cum.  He walked up to the bed, and using his free
hand to push Bailey's legs apart, he leaned down to watch his brother's big
hands masturbating the fat cock knob and making the shaft and glans rub
against the soft material of the older boys pajamas, wetting it and
allowing it to scrub the prick making it tingle and throb even more.  Royce
realized that Bailey was a slave to his penis, unable to control himself
once he got a stiff erection and was caught up in the delicious sensations
caused by playing with his boner.  Realizing that Bailey was for all
practical purposes in a trance, Royce reached up with his smaller fingers
and drew a fingernail across one of Bailey's stiff, projecting
teats...thrusting out from the edge of his already well curved and formed
pectorals.  The moment his nail scratched across the erectile flesh,
Bailey's coned, rubbery nipple pushed out to encourage the achy tickle, and
his thumb began to batter the straining cock head still hidden inside his
pajamas, but outlined by the wet material now soaked with his juices.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh..." Bailey groaned as his little brother's fingernail
scratched back and forth over his turgid nipple.  And then Royce reached up
with his other hand and begin to gently pinch and twist Bailey's other
tit...."ooooooohhhhhhhh....fuuuuuuccccckkkkk..." Bailey grunted, his body
now almost completely out of control, and specifically out his control.
Royce did not need any coaching.  He reached down to the waistline of his
brother's baggy pajama bottoms, and bean to tug them down...and like a
zombie, Bailey lifted his hips and allowed his younger sibling to draw the
material off his hips, over his thighs, and down his legs.  He paused only
a moment to let Bailey remove his hand, and then grasp his huge boner when
it sprang free from the waistband.  Then Royce using his hands and words,
calmly repositioned Bailey on the bed; pulling back the covers and
revealing his older brother's fuck rag.  He watched as Bailey thrust his
big, curved shaft into the lubricated folds of the cotton towel, and using
one hand to swat Bailey firm ass cheeks like the older boy was a horse that
needed prodding, Royce began Bailey's grinding frottage...driving the long,
thick prick into the material to maul the sensitive glans and drive the big
teenagers to his ejaculation.

Bailey began to pant..."Ah, Ah...Ah...Ah....oh, Oh, Oh...oooohhhh. Aw,
Aw...aaaaahhhhh!"  Each thrust of his hips made the sticky cotton graze and
maul the giant glans, and it then leaked more pre-fuck to baste the
grinding prick tip and shaft, making the teenage climb steadily toward his
explosion.  "Oh fuck......oh goddamn.....aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh,
Jesus....aaaaaawwwwwwww, mother-fucker....." Bailey swore and cursed as his
hips drove relentlessly, out of his control, up on his toes, twisting down
and into the bed and the towel.  The big teenager was helpless, like a
Pavlovian dog, drooling and fucking, as if nature had bred him for this
act.

Royce was mesmerized.  He knelt down and peered under his brother's torso
as it rose and feel, smashing into the bed and the towel, watching the
pointedly curved prick twist and turn in order to get the best exposure to
the towel and the softly abrasive cotton, torturing his fat glans and
pulsing shaft, as it worked continuously toward the ejaculation that was
imminent.  As he watched, Royce took one hand and laid it on the bouncing
ass of his older brother who by this time was oblivious to Royce's
presence.  His small hand glided down the strong planes of Bailey's ass,
ruffling through the already thick strawberry blond hairs and dipped into
the taut crack between the two cheeks.  As if instinctively, Royce's index
finger tickled through Bailey's furry ass crack, and found the little
ragged crack that was hidden.  The same fingernail that had taken control
of Bailey's whorish nipples, now found his nether pussy...his private
portal that had never known a foreign invasion.  Royce's finger scratched
cross the ragged knot with unerring accuracy, and soon was trying to gently
root its way into the hot, sweaty hole beyond.  But Royce wasn't in a
hurry, and he didn't really understand that a boy pussy and a girl pussy
could be used for the same purpose.  All he know is that his brother's
handsome, hairy ass was driving up and down, pummeling his fuck prod into
the bed and towel, doing what men were supposed to do with their
pricks...fuck.  And, as Bailey thrust into the bedding, it somehow felt
right for Royce to tickle the hot, hairy hole that was so well protected by
the muscular cheeks and deep trough of hair.

That exploration coincided with Bailey's ascendance to the pinnacle of
passion.  "Oh mother fucking, cocksucking,
shit-fuck....AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHHH, AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"  Bailey's
snake expanded like a constrictor ready to swallow its victim, its bloated
tip was now glass smooth and completely soaked in the juices of his
pre-fuck and the sticky lubricant that was soaked into the towel.  Then, in
an ancient right, one that boy pricks had been doing for thousands of
years, Bailey's long piss lips spread and began to spit, thick bolts of
teenage boy cum, flooding the towel and making a wet nest for his hot
smooth glans to bathe and roil in, tickling it mercilessly, and
uncontrollably.  Bailey, in a heroic gesture that was as athletic as his
moves on the baseball field, flipped over, to prevent himself from
battering his prick knob into an abrasion it was so sensitive.  But just as
quickly as he flipped, Royce's own instincts made him grasp his bother's
still throbbing and dribbling penis at the knob, and start to twist and rub
it.  Bailey bit his lips and gripped the bedding turning his knuckles white
and squealed as quietly and breathlessly as he could...."ooooooohhhhhh
nnnnnnoooooo....fuck...aah, noooooooo.....stoooooop" but all he could do is
hunch his body and try to get into a fetal position to avoid his little
brother's ruthless assault.  But Royce held fast as if he had just landed
the biggest fish in the ocean, and as Bailey squirmed and bucked, the big
boy's own movements enabled Royce to continue to masturbate his brother's
sensitive cock tip, teasing and milking it, and reducing the bigger boy
into a helpless cock slut, surrendering to his little brother's cock
management.

It was a moment of high drama and catharsis.  Royce realized he could now
have more fun with his brother than he ever imagined, and his brother would
suddenly become a kind of slave to Royce's demands.  Royce climbed up on
the bed, as an exhausted Bailey surrendered his body to the younger boy,
and fished out his own throbbing and sticky pre-teen pricklet, pulsing and
its angry fat boy bulb as glassy and bulging as possible.  Then he lay on
top of Bailey and began to grind his almost five inch prick into this
brother's still turgid and completely sopping with cum, cock shaft; the two
fat glans rubbing furiously against each other.  Like a little jack rabbit,
he began grinding and hunching, working his rigid spike against his
brothers, and moving his own body over Bailey's sweaty, but sexy torso.
Soon, waves of sensation burst through Royce's body as his dry cum went on
and on, making his pricklet a spasming wand...and forcing grunts, groans
and little squeals from Royce's lips and high pitched voice.  Nothing could
be better than the sweet, delicious sensations coursing through his body,
and nothing more satisfying that having control of his big brother's
handsome, strong body.  It was truly a night that both boys would never
forget, Royce because he now had a power he had never imagined, and Bailey
because he realized that his cock's needs were greater than his ability to
control them, or himself.

Bailey woke up the next morning exhausted.  He was naked, but covered by
his blanket.  When he pushed the cover back, and sat up, he felt the dry
sperm flaking on his abdominals.  His cock was slightly tumescent from his
morning piss hardon, but as the fog cleared and he began to recall the
events of the previous night, his cock erected completely.  "Fuck" he
muttered under his breath, not understanding why his cock got stiff from
recalling how his younger brother had made him masturbate.  He walked on
his big bare feet into his bathroom, shut the door and tried to will his
erection away, as he leaned forward against the wall behind the toilet, his
eyes closed, his ass cheeks flexing as he pushed his prick down and tried
to force the blood from it.  He needed to piss badly, and he couldn't as
long as his thick cock was rebelling.

In the bathroom down the hall, in Royce's bedroom, Bailey's younger brother
also had a stiff prick.  Royce's pricklet was still stiff it seemed from
the night before.  But instead of wishing his away, he eagerly stroked his
fingers over the shaft and his bulbous boy glans, wrenching delicious
sensations from his erection, and working toward a pulsing, explosive dry
cum.  He needed to piss too, but he couldn't get the wonderful memory of
the previous night from his head, the way in which Bailey performed for
him, and how his big brother's cock looked as the cum fountained out of the
wide piss lips.  But what brought him to his own shuddering cum was the way
he recalled Bailey's submission even after he ejaculated, allowing Royce to
grip his aching prick knob and squeeze and maul it to drain the sticky,
drooling juice from the final pulses of the teenage cum.  As he throbbed
through his dry cum, Royce groaned at the thought of being able to make his
brother do anything he wanted.  He hoped that Bailey was still terrified of
the thought of the pictures getting on the internet.  What he didn't know
was that Bailey was helpless to resist the feel of his brother's fingers
dancing round his fat cock head, teasing it, and torturing it into
submission.  Royce did not realize that the power he now held exceeded even
his own childish expectations.

The boys avoided each other that day, and Bailey was sullen and shot
tempered.  At practice he threw his glove down after three poor innings on
the practice mound, walking three batters and surrendering two hits.  He
controlled himself when the coach tried to calm him down and told him to
shrug it off, but coach didn't know that inside his jock strap, Bailey was
leaking teenage fuck sap.  Bailey couldn't get his brother's face and hands
out of his mind, and the more he tried, the stiffer his cock got.
Moreover, he was raging inside, angry that he couldn't make these faggoty
thoughts go away.  He went to the weight room after practice, and tired to
beat his body up, then waited till the other guys had showered and left
before he used the showers, afraid his erection might pop up unexpectedly.
Finally, he trudged home, going in the back door through the kitchen to
avoid his brother and sneak up to his room before dinner.

What Bailey did not know was that Royce had beat him home by two hours, and
had been IMing his cousin Kevin, sharing the salacious details of the
previous night.  Kevin couldn't believe it, but as Royce's story unfolded,
Royce's cousin gripped his own stiff pricklet and massaged it, imagining
how amazing it must have been to see Bailey grinding his big teenager boner
into the bed, and then to see Royce's palm sliding over and around the
spooge covered glans, making the older boy buck and heave on the bed, but
never the less submitting.  Kevin gave Royce a wad of instructions, ideas
he had obtained from his tours of the internet, and Royce was the eager
learner.  Things were about to change drastically in Bailey's life...to an
extent he could never have imagined.

Bailey avoided Royce's eyes during dinner, and left before his brother from
the dinner table, locked in his room.  But after their parents had gone to
bed, Royce snuck out of his room and walked into Bailey's room without
knocking.

"Fuck," Bailey exclaimed, stunned by his brother's audacity as he sat in
his pajama bottoms, working on his homework on his lap top.  "Don't you
ever come in here again without asking my permission...you little shit, now
get outta here."  He turned away from his younger brother like he didn't
even exist, assuming the boy would leave as instructed.  He was in for a
surprise.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again Bail...and I'll do what the heck I
want to...cause yer gonna start treatin' me lots better if you know what's
good for you.  Maybe Mom and Dad and yer friends won't care about the
pictures Kevin and I took...maybe they'll be made at us for takin' `em, but
I wonder if you'd like those pics all over Bail, like all your friends to
see `em and see Sam's mouth on your cock?"

Bailey's jaw clenched as the words spat out of Royce's mouth, and you could
see his jaw muscles moving from the tension.  But he couldn't
speak...because his prick had erected the moment Royce had begun to
speak..."Christ!" he was bonering and he didn't know why.  His anger melted
into defeat...his head drooping as Royce finished.  He didn't respond, and
Royce took that as a sign of victory.

"Get over to the bed Bail, I wanna to talk to you...and I want you to sit
on the edge of yer bed, with your hands behind your head."  Royce was
following the instructions that Kevin had given him, and even as he spoke,
his heart pounded and his pricklet hardened, punching out his pajama pants.

Without looking at his brother, Bailey got up, his head hanging down, his
expression blank, and he sat on the edge of the bed, his fly sticking up
from the radical upswing of his curved erection.  He refused to make eye
contact with Royce, but looked away, and slowly, raised his hands and
placed them behind his head.

Royce walked up to his brother...his hands trembling from excitement, and
using his index finger, he reached up to Bailey's naked chest, and let his
fingernail scratch across his older brother's nipple.  Bailey flinched and
groaned at the same time, his fat cock knob burped out clear pre-fuck,
wetting the material and basting the sensitive glans.  Then, as he began to
speak, Royce used his thumb and forefinger to grip the rubbery tip of
Bailey's stiff tit, and gently tugged and twisted as he spoke.  For his
part, Bailey closed his eyes, and his chest heaved as the delicious
sensation of his nipple being manipulated made him grip his hands behind
his head tightly and force his chest out.

"Bail, yer gonna stop playing with your prick, and masturbating.  From now
on, we're gonna do that together, and I'm gonna tell you when you can do
it."  Royce did not know how to give order like an older man, but he knew
from his conversation with Kevin that afternoon that he was supposed to
take charge and not give Bailey any options.  "Yer also gonna do whatever I
say and not complain.  And another thing, Kevin's gonna help me, and
sometimes yer gonna do stuff with both of us."

Bailey opened his eyes, and his expression changed momentarily to one of
anger, but at that very moment, Royce, worried about his brother's reaction
to the mention of Kevin, had reached down and gripped his fat knob of the
older boy's prick as it obscenely thrust up and out the soft material of
his pajama pants, creating a large wet spot where the piss lips met the
cotton.  Royce twisted as he gripped, and Bailey collapsed back onto his
bed, his hands falling to his sides and grasping the bedding in his fists
tightly, thrusting his hips up to meet the wonderful feeling of Royce's
hand on his aching prick.

Royce was stunned, he now understood that it was more than the blackmail
that was keeping Bailey in line, it was the way his brother reacted when
someone touched him sexually.  Kevin had once described girl's who loved
boy's to finger their pussies, clits and tits as whores...and it dawned on
Royce that boy's might be like girls and that his brother was a male whore.

"Tell me yer gonna do what I said Bail...and maybe I'll jerk you off...but
if you don't you're gonna regret it...I promise."  Royce mustered up the
greatest temerity he could, and spoke as maturely as his cracking voice
would allow.  Bailey merely ground his ass into the bed, and surrender his
throbbing prick to Royce's fingers and palm.  "Answer me Bail..." and as he
spoke, Royce dragged his fingernail over the bloated fuck tip, making
Bailey grunt and squeeze his legs together to try and stop the sensation.

`K", okay...fuck...Jesus fucking Christ...common Royce,
Jesus...aaaaaahhhhhhhhh...."  Bailey had been reduced to a monosyllabic
moron, and his oversized cock was now a set of manacles that bound him to
his younger brother.  Royce climbed up on the bed, never releasing his
brother's penis, and making sure he could reach his tits better.  Then as
he alternated from one nipple to the other, he bunched the pajama pants
around the knob of Bailey's helpless boner and used it to masturbate the
older boy.

"AAAAAgggggghhhh...ooooooohhhhhh sssshit...fuck...aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...."
Bailey crooned as the soft cotton was bruised back and forth over his
pulsing cock tip, teasing more and more sap from its endless supply, and
making it easier for Royce to frig the big boy prick.  Royce began to
perspire and his pricklet was burning it was so hard, but he didn't care,
he was in control of his older brother's penis, and that was all that
mattered.  He watched as Bailey lifted his hips trying to push his erection
into his younger brother's roiling fist, but then Royce regained control of
himself and realized he needed to stop before Bailey ejaculated.  With a
sudden jerking movement, he wrenched his hand from Bailey's cock, while
still pinching the big teen's rubbery, sensitive teats.

"Bail, get up and push yer pajamas down, and get on your knees on the bed.
Get up Bail, do it!"  With each order, Royce was gaining more confidence.
His heart was not pounding anymore, and his prick wasn't burning it was
throbbing deliciously against his own pajama bottoms, rubbing and tickling
his boy knob.  It was so fierce, it felt like he had to pee, and he grasped
the material around the head of his pricklet to stop the sensation so he
could focus on Bailey following his commands.

Bailey, like a zombie, stood up and gripped his own pajamas, pushing them
away from his arching boner, and pushed them down to his ankles, and in the
same motion he turned and climbed up on the bed, letting his head rest and
his eyes close on the bedding, while his firm ass was thrust up into the
air.  Royce walked over to his brother, looking at the pale bottoms of his
big feet, the long, thick toes curling gently from anticipation, and spread
Bailey legs as wide as the pajama pants would allow.  As he did so, Bailey
complied obediently, as if he was a pet being trained, and exposing the
hairy trench between his muscular buttocks.  Royce noticed the rosebud anus
nestled beneath the dark auburn curls that matted Bailey's trough already,
at his young age.  That was his target.

Kevin had told Royce that he should punish Bailey, making him realize that
he was now under Royce's control.  Royce had argued with Kevin, saying that
all he wanted to do was to have sex games with Bailey, and to get his nut
with his older brother.  Royce did not know why it was so exciting to
masturbate with his older brother.  He knew he liked watching the huge
phallus on his brother, sway and leak, and shoot its cum.  But that was
because he admired his brother, wanted to be like him.  But now, it was
like something else.  It made him shiver to think of his brother prostrate
on the bed, with his ass up, and his big, heavy penis bobbing beneath his
torso, dripping long strands of his teenage fuck juice.  It did not take
Kevin long to persuade Royce to do as he suggested, and now Royce was ready
to do it.  As he stared at his brother's lewdly exposed body, he noticed
how the big testicles dangled between his legs, under the cock root and
beneath the hairy teenage anal portal.  He lifted the instrument Kevin had
made him fashion from an old flyswatter in the garage after they had spoken
on the phone.  He had cut the soft plastic and wire frame down so that the
swatter was only three inches by three inches square.  He moved close to
the bed, reached under his brother and grasped the knob of the older boy's
drooling boner, and then lifting the swatter with his other hand, brought
it down onto the nearest cheek of Bailey's big boy ass.

"What the fuck," Bailey gasped, turning to look at his younger brother
gritting his teeth.

"Bail, you gotta learn to listen to me when I speak to you..." Royce spoke
again in a faltering voice, then took a deep breath and continued.  "You
gotta do what I say, and when you don't, I'm gonna have to treat you like
you were my kid brother...kay...so don't screw up Bail...cause now I'm in
charge."  As he spoke, he brought the swatter down on Bailey's other cheek,
and squeezed the bulb of the fat prick knob.  Bailey closed his eyes and
gasped, then groaned..."uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh..." and turned his head away
from his brother as the young boy resumed masturbating him.

The next time the swatter hit its target, the small face cracked into the
hairy crevice and landed with a splat on the tight anus of the big teenage
jock.  "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh" Bailey grunted, and then drove his leaking prick
into his younger brother jerking fist, and his face into his pillow to keep
his sexual frenzy from his parent's ears.  Royce did not hit his brother
hard, but whatever he was doing was making the older boy's penis jerk
spasmodically, leaking even more scum into Royce's sliding fist.  Soon
Bailey was gasping and grunting, his toes tightly curled as Royce
skillfully masturbated him, twisting and screwing his fist over the bloated
glans, making Bailey's muffled squeals get higher and higher pitched.
Finally, Royce sluiced the swatter into the depth of Bailey's crack,
striking the anal knot squarely on its tightly squeezed lips.  At that
moment, like electricity, the sting drove up Bailey rectal muscles and
seemed to shoot through his rigid prick...followed by the rush of thick,
sticky teenage boy spunk that bolted from the tip of his deep pisswell and
squirted over Royce's fingers and palm and made a wet patch on Bailey's
sheets.  More and more juice pumped out, and faster and faster Bailey
fucked his thick, arched cock into his brother's hand, driving it against
the lightly calloused pre-teen boy skin, rubbing his glans desperately as
if trying to scratch an itch he could not control.
AAAAHHHHHHHH.....OOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCK.... SHIIIITTT,
FUUUUUCCCK....AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!  After almost ten seconds of ejaculation, as
the dregs of the spooge drooled over Royce's still masturbating fist,
Bailey fell over and tried to squeeze his legs shut in an attempt to stop
the now overwhelming tickle that had overtaken his prick knob.

He pulled his pillow over with him and wailed into it...as he spasmodically
spread and closed his legs, both trying to stop and encouraging his
brother's relentless fist.  This was the very moment that Bailey had been
dreading and yet could not forget...the unrelenting milking of his fat cock
knob and shaft, squeezing every last bit of juice from his fat, sweaty teen
nuts.  Not only did Bailey's shaft stay rigid, even as he writhed and
hunched to avoid the delicious agony being inflicted on his bloated glans,
he was also slowly ascending up the ladder to another ejaculation.  He had
never masturbated more than once, usually falling asleep after his normal
frottage routine.  But now, Royce's magical fist was torturing him to
another sweet cum, making him go beyond any limits, and working his giant
boy clit to another explosion.

Royce was a strong boy, who like his older brother was a natural athlete.
He needed to be strong.  He drove his big brother over his bed and back,
clinging tenaciously to the older teen's cock shaft and sliding up and over
the exhausted cock head.  Focusing on the special spot under the
circumcision scar, and perfectly located where the curve of the cock shaft
was its most extreme, Royce milked and masturbated his brother's cock
through a third cum, even though it took him almost a half an hour to make
it happen.  For his part, Bailey was an agonized, willing victim, his
thick, lush red pubic hair coated with sticky teen fuck sauce.  Even as he
bucked and ground his strong butt into the bed, gripping the sheets with
his long toes, flicking them as the sensations shot from his aching prick
tip to the extremities of his fingers and toes, he also bit his knuckles
and jammed them into his mouth along with his pillow, to make his body
endure the unbelievable sensations.  Fuck, his cock was a magic wand, and
Royce was making it shoot electric bolts through his body even his tits,
wringing from it sticky wads of teenage scum, and driving the hair to stand
up on Bailey's neck.  He wanted Royce to stop, to stop playing with his
long, tender penis and abusing his masculine pride, and at the same time he
could not resist the way Royce was making his dick feel...the way it
swelled and tingled and ached.  Royce had turned Bailey into an addict, and
he was now in deeply entranced by the pre-teen boy fist that had control of
his male essence.

The terms that Royce and Kevin imposed on Bailey were dramatic.  From that
day on, Royce would check on Bailey before he went to bed, and would
determine based on a schedule that the two pre-teen boys concocted, when
the older boy could ejaculate.  What would stop Bailey from masturbating in
the school john, or in an empty locker-room shower?  Nothing, nothing but
his addiction to Royce's fist and the last semblance of hope that someday
that his servitude to those damn pictures would be over.  On weekends when
their parents were away, Royce would secure Bailey to his bed, and
sometimes use a toothbrush on Bailey's whorish cock and his athletic feet.
And when Kevin joined him, they would tag team the big boy, tickling him
into oblivion and masturbating him at the same time, draining his balls of
their teen fuck cream in ejaculations of between two and four times a
session and he loved every bit of it... wanting his cock to be worked
constantly.

When they finally got Sam into their act, they tied the two bigger boys
together with their respective cocks in each other's mouths, and then used
swatters on their asses along with two slender finger massagers that Kevin
ordered online.  Bailey and Sam learned that deep up their rectums were
special little knobs that made them spit cum on queue, and squeal like
girls from the ungodly sensation.

Now, when Royce came to Bailey's room at night, the big boy was waiting for
him, his pajama pants at his ankles to hobble him, his hands behind his
head.  Bailey's big curved cock would be gently bobbing in front of Bailey,
his hips trust out, and his big boy nuts giving off the slight scent of
ball sweat, beads of clear pre-sap dripping off the tip out of the deep
pisswell.  He would have to tell Royce about his desire to masturbate, and
to cum.  The more Bailey submitted to Royce's management, the more he
needed to have his penis milked.  As time passed, Bailey learned that the
way to earn his release, was to service his little brother.  Royce was
still having dry cums, and he loved it when his brother would get on his
knees and lick his palm and masturbate Royce as penance or as an incentive
to get his own nut.  Better yet, the pre-teen would straddle his brother's
face, and get his pre-teen boner suckled and tongued until he came two or
three times in succession.  At these night sessions, Bailey would even get
down on his hands and knees, and suck Royce's boy feet, with their high
arches, narrow heels, and sweet boy toes.  Eventually, after the
preliminary activities, Royce would lead Bailey by his erect prick to the
toilet, where he would hold the big boy penis until the teenager could gain
control of himself, and then piss before he went to bed.  Royce even
showered Bailey on the weekends when their parents were away, tying his
hands overhead to the shower spigot then climbing in with his brother to
soap him from head to foot.  He loved teasing the big penis and its bloated
knob with soap and shampoo, sliding his hands up and down Bailey's torso
and tweaking his tits, and running a slippery finger up his brother's tight
anus and needy rectum, but rarely giving Bailey the ejaculation that he
wanted so desperately.

Once the schedule of Bailey's milking and cock management was tied down,
his performance on the junior high baseball team improved dramatically, as
did his work in the classroom.  Coaches and teachers alike found Bailey
Stimson polite and focused.  Girls found him attentive and drop dead
gorgeous, but shy.  His parents were just proud.

When Royce experienced his first ejaculation at the end of the school year,
it was in his brother's mouth, and later, he would enjoy sliding his
slicked-up boner into Bailey's anus, making sure the thin rod with its fat
knob battered the older boy's fuck nut, sometimes making him cum without
giving him any attention to his leaky, itchy prick tip, especially when he
was tethered in the shower.  Bailey's prick was always hungry, always
seeking a receptacle into which to thrust and wring cum from his heavy
laden testicles.  By the time all-American boy Bailey Stimson, with his
deep auburn hair and perfect teenage body, was ready to graduate to high
school, Royce and Kevin had both Bailey and Sam well trained for the years
of service that were ahead.  Whenever I see a handsome redhead, I think of
Bailey Stimson, and his helpless prick being milked and milked between long
stretches of abstinence and nightly teasing.  It's those all --American
boys who have such demanding needs, such laden testicles and itchy cock
knobs. Every house needs a big boned and thick bonered teenager who needs
his constantly hard prick worked on a schedule.