Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2008 12:13:10 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Brother Toby Comes of Age, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Incest

Jim Evans was the neighbor boy who Butch had begun to have some fooling
around with.  Jim felt that Butch is a sweet kid of sixteen who is real
sexed up and sexy.  He was perfect for Jim to eventually mold into a bitch
boy for his sex games.  He didn't want to scare him off so he was doing his
sex-lite act, you know, just a bit of "hand work".  The next step will be
for Jim to get him to give a blowjob.  It won't be long, because he has
been studying Jim's cock and his mouth is watering.  All Jim has to say is
"suck it".

At eighteen, he is a little old for Butch, but there's no one close by, and
he believes that Butch has been hankering for him for years.  Jim is an
apprentice farm machinery repairman.  He got into it after his two years in
juvenile prison.  As soon as he met Butch, he could see that Butch was in
love with the older boy's messy hair, face stubble and rugged body.  Of
course, his big cock was his best feature.  Jim noticed that his sex pal
sniffs his underarms.  This boy is hot for him, everything about him, even
his stink.

There was plenty of sex at the prison.  At that time, Jim was the youngest
there and the older boys started him out the same way he was doing with
Butch.  A little hand job, then mutual masturbation, then, ordered a
blowjob, then finally turning him into a bottom.  He had erased those days
from his mind as later he became the aggressor, turning younger kids to his
sexual will.

He knew of Butch's younger brother.  He was still a baby to him, but he had
his eye on him.  He thought, "Soon as he gets a lil' more grown up, I'm
gonna get him into my sex games."  Funny he's thinking about that, because
yesterday, Butch told him that his brother has finally grown up a bit.
Yeah, Butch said, "The kid has got some show of body hair and he looks more
mature.

"Hey Butch, you been hittin' on your little brother?" he said.

Butch blushed.  "Naw, he's too young, but he's getting there."

"He's lying, Jim guessed.  He bet they already been getting to the start of
fun, you know, touching, maybe even making out, or...maybe, sucking,

Jim told Butch, "Suppose you come over tomorrow and bring your brother with
you.  Nothing to worry about, just to be friendly like, and I got some
moonshine in a jug, just waiting to be opened.""

And that is today.  Jim lived in the garage in back of the repair area.  He
got it fixed up real nice with a hot plate, fridge and big bed.  He looked
at the bed and pictured the two boys, naked, waiting for him to begin sex.
"Shit," he thought, "I'm already stiff as a jackhammer thinking about it."
His hot thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the garage door.

Jim, dressed in only his shorts, answered the knock.  Butch and Toby didn't
fail to notice the muscular chest that was glistening in the light from the
open door, black hair decorating his pecs and running down his pale skinned
belly.  Toby found that he was breathing a little hard at the devilish look
of the older boy, his red lips showing under the stubble of his unshaved
upper lip.  He was also aware that Jim was eating him up with his dark,
heavily eye browed eyes.

Butch had been here a few times and this was not so novel to him.  He liked
it now that Jim, familiarly put his heavily muscled arm around his shoulder
and urged him inside, looking around and winking to Toby.  Sex was in the
air; Jim was pushing it with all his ability.

"Sorry guys, ain't got no chairs.  Whyn't you'll sit down on the bed while
I open this jug."

He got the heavy cork off, amber brew poured into the three jelly jar
glasses.  He handed one to each boy, then held his up in the air. "What say
we drink to the Spartans?"  That was Butches football team in high school.
The two neighbors nodded enthusiastically.  Football was like a religious
in their parts.  Then after they downed their first, Toby thrusting out his
full lips at he gulped to settle his gorge, Jim said, "Hey, you guys are
over dressed an' it warm in here.  Why dontcha lower the straps of your
overalls, so as we kin all be the same?"

The kids looked at each other, shrugged and opened the brass buttons on the
shoulders of their Bibbs and shook them down, the upper part falling at
their waists.  Jim fought to keep his eyes from eating up the sight before
him.  Two beautiful chests exposed to him.  He had seen Butch's before, and
it was real nice with the chest just beginning to spout a little tender
hair in the middle, but Toby was something.  His smooth boy's chest was a
smooth as polished marble and he had two pink nipples.  His tight belly and
cute navel were exposed.  Jim longed to push his tongue in that cleft.

"Now," Jim said, "We can drink a toast to each of the field positions.
Right?"

The boy's nodded warily.  They figured that Jim must be an experienced
drinker.  Butch had sampled moonshine before, but only a glass or two.
Toby was a moonshine virgin.  He knew he had to be careful.  He sipped the
next glass and when no one was looking, dumped it into the slops pail
nearby.

"An' now a drink to the tight end."  He laughed uproariously, then downed
the glass.  When he threw his head back, he almost fell over backwards.
Toby saw now that their host was a poor holder of whisky.  His brother was
glassy eyed, but seemed less affected than Jim.

Butch said, "Jim, I guess I had enough, but you kin enjoy another if'n you
wish."

Jim, by now beyond caution threw at them, "Well don't we have two pussies
here.  Sure I partake another...maybe more."

He rocked back and forth as he sloppily filled another glass, almost to the
brim.  He swallowed it.  His face was red and his eyes kind of swollen and
slitty.  Both boys knew that their neighbor was drunk and in a small part
of their brain, knew they could do as they wished with him.

"Hey neighbor boys, I'm gonna really git comfortable."  With that, he
pulled off the only thing he was wearing, his shorts.  His plumb cock and
balls were fully exposed under the copious shock of long pubic hair.  "Now
you two do it too."

The boys quickly stood up, opened the brass waist button on their overalls
and let them fall down to their ankles.  Naturally they had no underwear,
saved laundry you know.  Each of the three eyed the delicious bodies of the
others, their cocks rising in the air and slapping against their young
stomachs.

Jim got a crafty, drunken leer on his face.  "What say you dairy boys get
yourself milked?  Make out as if you were cows now."  He was planning to
fuck them as they slipped into their pleasure zone.

The younger boys got on the bed, side by side, on their knees and elbows,
their young cocks hanging below them like teats.  Jim chortled with delight
as the perfect young asses were exposed to him, the firm butt cheeks gave a
view of their ass holes, Butch's slightly hairy, Toby, smooth as a baby's.

He reached around each boy and grasped their pulsing cocks and began to
slowly "milk" them.  In a moment, the boys were groaning, drowned in the
feelings he was producing.  Suddenly it all stopped.  Jim hip cupped and
fell sideways on the bed, on his stomach.

"You think he passed out?" Toby said.

"Don't know, maybe we should shake him a little," suggested Butch.  "Say he
sure got a mighty fine ass there.  You want to play with it a bit?"

Now Jim's secret was that he was very sensitive, very ass centered.  He was
careful not to let anyway stimulate him there for fear he might slip back
to being a bottom boy like he had been when he was young at juvy.

Toby sat on the bed next to Jim's body, his legs splayed out and his ass
crack inviting.  Toby peeked into the crack.  Between the large, muscular
halves of his fuzzy butt was the seat of his potential intense feelings.
The ass hole was ringed with a wreath of fine black hair and inside the
ring was his ass mouth.  The bright pink color was as if he has put
lipstick on it.  Toby touched it.  Jim moaned, "Please don't do that."  Jim
was beginning to feel that his ass hole was spinning like a Forth of July
firework, shooting off sparks.

Toby looked at his sleep brother, still trying to shake off his hooch, and
smiled.  "This is fun.  I wonder what would happen if'n I pushed my
pointin' finger jes' inside.

Jim heard this; he was half sober from worry.  "You little shit, leave me
be.  I need to sleep now."

But Toby was sitting on his calves and ready to experiment with that boyish
index finger.  It pushed it past the pucker and moved it around, just
inside.  Jim reared up and howled.  "Oh that feels so good.  But stop it
right away.  If you don't leave off, I'll kick the shit outa you when I kin
get up."

Toby only laughed.

Now handsome Butch was getting interested.  "I wonder what he'd do if I
lick it a little."

Jim let out a worried groan.  He knew that he was on the threshold of
danger.  Those years at Juvy were flooding back to him.  "Oooh, he called
at a hot tongue licked his pucker.  Then that tongue moved inside and
rifled around there.  Suddenly the tip hit that magic spot and Jim's ass
began fucking the bed.  He was shouting with excitement, but also dread.

Butch turned to his little brother.  "Toby, how'd you like to lose yer
'ginnity?  I think the boy is ready for a corn holing and yer slim prick is
just the thing to do it."

Jim began to sob.  "Please, please don't do this.  I'll be glad to suck you
both off if you let me git up."

Toby's face and smooth upper chest were blushing with excitement.  There
was no way he could or wanted to turn back.  He grabbed the large boy's
hips and pulled up, exposing the ass hole.  Jim was blubbering with fear.

The head of Toby's cock slipped easily inside the tight pucker.  He tested
by going in a circular motion.  Jim was mooing like a calf.  His mouth was
drooling and sweat had broken out on his strong back.  Toby gave one push
and he was in all the way, his young pubes tangled with Jim's black ass
hair.

The room was quiet, Toby was motionless.  Suddenly Jim cried out.  "I can't
take it no more.  Start fucking and do it hard."

Toby laughed in glee, then he remembered his dear brother.  "Butch, kneel
down in front of our friend's face and feed him your big prick."

Butch was amazed at his little brother giving orders, but he really needed
to get off, and Jim's puffy lips would do fine.  After he got into
position, he put the dripping head of his cock at Jim's lips.  Toby pulled
his hand back and gave Jim a stinging slap on his ass.  "Suck him, you
hear?"

Jim dutifully took the cock presented to him and began a vigorous sucking.
Toby commenced banging the ass in front of him, feeling himself slipping
into orgasm.  With all his young will he held himself back until Jim
hoarsely shouted around Butch's prick.  "I'm cuming you bastards."

Toby's eyes rolled upward as he felt the clutch and release of Jim's ass
hole and that threw him into his inevitable orgasm.  He couldn't move for a
moment, then his prick stiffened and began spewing shot after shot of young
boy cum.

Jim was feeling that hot sperm in his insides, that, and his own orgasm
made his lips tighten and suck harder.  Butch hollered out his cum and he
delivered six shots into Jim's hungry mouth.

When the three of them settled down.  Jim got up and slipped on his shorts.
He padded across the room and recorked the booze, then he faced the two
boys who were lazily putting their overalls back on.  "Sorry boys, I need
my sleep.  You two had been git."

They git, both afraid that Jim might be really mad about what had happened.

End Part Two

Was he mad?  See Part Three.