Date: Sat, 04 Feb 2006 10:28:23 -0500
From: Danny Harris <dr_harris_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ahmad and His Brother Part 2

INCEST TALES 5b
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  M/t, M/b, M/t/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo


DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then
turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2


Hey, you!  Yeah, I mean you.  The guy staring at the computer screen, one
hand on the mouse, the other hand on your dick.  If you haven't read the
earlier stuff, so you know who's who, too fucking bad.  I don't have the
time to get you up to speed.

Okay, okay, stop whining.  I'm 14, 5' 11", 175, and a fuckin' bully with 8
inches of fat meat.  Got the pic?

Now can I get on with the good stuff?


So anyway, getting Sam, the nerd, was fucking easy...or rather, easy
fucking.

I don't believe in fancy plots, mainly `cause I can't think of `em. Besides,
bullies don't need to plan, they just take what they want. And I wanted
Sam's teen ass pussy. Well, not really, but I figured I might as well enjoy
it if I had to use it to get what I wanted...transportation. He was a
sophomore, I was still in junior high, so it wasn't gonna be easy to get to
him during the day. But I'd seen him at the mall a couple of times on
Saturdays, so I figured that's where I'd nail him, or at least start the
nailing process.

The next Saturday morning, Dad was just sliding his cock into Rick's asshole
when I opened the door from the bathroom into Rick's room.

What?  Jesus, man, you are such a fucking wuss.  Rick is my brother.  He's
eight.  He's got a six-inch dick `cause my family develops early.  And don't
give me that players `n scorecard shit just `cause you're too fucking lazy
to go read the before stuff.  Okay, okay, dad's dock is nine plus inches and
thicker than mine.  You satisfied now?  You gonna shut the fuck up and read
and jerk, y'jerk?

My cock was instantly hard, but I knew if I joined in I'd have to wait
another week, and I was hoping I'd get lucky and get some transportation set
up today. So I told Dad there was some skinny white ass I felt like fucking
if that was okay with him. He just grunted as he shoved more of his thick
meat up Rick's own tiny butt. Dad had fucked Rick only once after our fun
and games with Neil, so the kid wasn't used to all that prick; he was still
having a bit of difficulty with mine. What a fucking turn on hearing your
little brother whimper and squirm while your dad's prick is shoving its way
into his tiny hole.

I couldn't resist. Asking for Dad's okay with a glance, I reached down, and
felt up my Dad, right where his wide meat was stretching Rick's little butt.
Dad squeezed the bulge in my crotch, reached around to press a thick finger
against the faded jeans I was wearing, pushing it into my hole. But I had my
own ass cunt to find. I smiled at Dad, and left.

I was in luck. Sam was already there. I watched him for a while, noticing
how he kept trying to join groups of guys from school, but pretty soon they
wandered away, leaving him alone. Shit, the stupid prick couldn't even get
girls to talk to him. One other thing I noticed, he sure seemed to have to
go to the john an awful lot, and he wasn't drinking a hell of lot to make
him have to piss that much. On his third or fourth trip to the john, after
making sure no one I knew from school was around, I followed him in. He was
standing at one of the urinals, kind of pressed up against it, his right
hand holding his prick.

I took the urinal next to him, ignoring the kind of surprised look on his
face as he recognized me. Standing a little back, I unzipped, plopped out my
half-hard meat, stroked it a little, started pissing, my thumb massaging the
top of my cock. He looked at my prick out of the corner of his eyes, and
when I kept right on kinda playin' with myself, he backed his hips up a
little so his hard thin cock was visible. I pretended to suddenly be aware
of what he was doing.

"What the fuck!"  I glared at him. "You some kinda faggot beatin' your meat
while lookin' at me, Sam?"

He gulped, started trying to fumble his hardon back in his pants and get the
hell outa there. He didn't have any luck, `cause I grabbed his right arm
with my left hand. I cut off the flow of piss, turned to face him.

"Yeah, you *are* a fuckin' faggot, ain't ya, Sam?"  I shook his arm,
squeezed it kinda hard. He looked scared and desperate, `cause I look like a
mean motherfucker when I'm mad, and I outweighed him by about forty, fifty
pounds. "Ya know what, Sam, I'm kinda glad you are `cause I wanta cum, and
your mouth'll be a fuckin' lot better than beatin' my meat."

I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him down to his knees, fast and
hard, too surprised to resist. He was face to prick in no time. He licked
his lips, looking frightened. Only not of sucking dick. "Wh...what if
someone comes in?"  He glanced nervously toward the door. We weren't in
sight if someone walked in, but past one wall and there we were...eight or
nine urinals, a bunch of stalls...and me with a skinny white boy on his
knees in front of my meat...and then with his mouth on it. I grabbed Sam's
head with my left hand, held my prick to his mouth with my right, and
pushed.

"Then I guess ya better make it fast, fag. I'm not the one suckin' young
teen cock. Probably arrest *you* for makin' me a delinquent or something."

He just opened his mouth, though, as soon as he felt my oozing cockhead on
it...and fuckin' swallowed me down. His nose was buried in my pubes and his
tongue was working my cock like crazy. Goddamn but blowjobs were good!  And
he was even better at it than Neil or Rick. Of course, they were doin' it
because they didn't have much choice, but seems Sam here was really liking
it. I put my hands on the side of his head and pulled his mouth slowly off
my meat. He reached up, kinda fumbled with his glasses and managed to get
`em off and tuck `em into his jacket. Good thinking. Don't want anything
gettin' in the way of my gettin' off real good.

For all my smart comments, I really didn't want to get my ass busted and
hauled down to wherever it is they take fucked-up juveniles. So I started
fucking his face good and hard, holding his head steady. He fought just a
little, `n then all of a sudden it was kinda like air goin' out of a
balloon, `cause his whole body went limp. Except for his thin meat. That was
standing up hard and bright red, stickin' out of his pants. He was usin' his
left hand to hold onto my leg for balance, but when he moved his right down
to his dick, I told him to stop, that he couldn't cum until I told him it
was okay.

Like...what the fuck was I going to do if he went ahead and jacked off
anyway?  Like I was going to punish him by stopping the face-fuck?  Not
blowing my load?  I don't think so.

But he did what I told him.

Fuckin' all right!

I really started working his mouth, punching in and out fast and hard,
telling him what a fucking cum slut cocksucker he was, just a mouth to dump
a hot load of cum in, how if he sucked real good maybe I'd let him have the
privilege of getting his ass reamed by my meat. He couldn't move his head
much I was holding on so tight, but damn he could moan and whimper around my
prick. And even with my limited experience since Dad caught me and Rick
fucking Neil last week, I could tell he was fucking turned on. So was I. I
blasted my load of hot juice down his throat, making him gulp to keep up
with it all.

When I decided I was through, I started to pull out but he didn't want to
let me, the eager little shit cocksucker. But I pulled out anyway, and he
rested back on his heels, his cock still hard and oozing. He looked up at me
with this...weird...fucking expression. Then down at his dick.

"You don't think I'm gonna blow you, do you, queer boy?"

Sam's voice was real quiet and he didn't look up at me. "No, sir."

Sir?

"Well, then, whadda ya want?"  Shit, this was gettin' weird. I'm all
dressed, and there's this thin white boy who probably can't even see me
without those glasses, kneeling in front of me with a hardon. And calling me
"sir" like I was his dad or somethin'.

"Whatever you want, sir."

Whatever *I* want?  Fuck, this kid was even farther down Dad's food chain,
without even having to explain it to him.

"Whatever *I* want?"  Sometimes I've got to ask a couple times to
understand.

"Yes, sir."  `n he *still* wasn't looking at me.

Okay, I guess I'd see how far this would go. I moved a couple steps, told
him to shift around so he was facing the entrance, and then told him to jack
off real fast. He fuckin' did!  He didn't shoot a hell of a lot, although
the first shot went up pretty high and then fell back down on his pants; the
rest of it just oozed out of his slit and onto his fingers. I told him it
was okay to lick his cum off his fingers, get up and put his cock away. He
did.

So there we were, him standin' there lookin' at the floor, a cum stain on
his pants...and me tryin' to figure out what the fuck to do next. I mean,
Sam was standin' there like he didn't have a clue, no mind, just waitin' for
orders. I heard the door open and I got an idea. *Really* find out what he'd
do. I asked him if he had to piss, and he just nodded yes. I stepped away
from him real quick, like we weren't with each other. `n then I told him to
piss, right where he was, and when he was done, get some fries in the food
court, eat `em, and then go home and get cleaned up.

He blinked, and his eyes got kinda funny and almost teary, like he was gonna
ask me not to do this. Instead, he just bit his lip, like he was thinkin'
real hard. `n then, just when he started pissing in his pants, and he musta
finally had to go bad, `cause the piss started staining and spreading real
fast, this father and son...I guess...walked in. And stopped with their
mouths open.

The little boy pointed at Sam and said, "Daddy, he's pissing himself."

"Uh, yeah, son, yeah."  Daddy didn't look like he was sure whether he should
turn around and get the hell out, or do what they came in to do. Guess they
had to go too bad. He turned the kid around, kinda pushed him in the
direction of the kiddy-level urinal, and then stepped up to one himself, but
he still kept lookin' over at pissed-up Sam with his new hardon showing
through the wet pants. He pulled out a real impressive piece of meat, not as
big as *my* Dad's, and just held it there like he was trying to piss. Except
he was standin' far enough back from the pisser, kinda angled toward Sam `n
me a little bit, for us to see his dick plumping up.

I just grinned at him, groped my own hardon a little, and then mouthed,
"Sorry, dude, gotta go."  He looked disappointed, and his cock was more than
half hard. As I walked toward the exit I looked down at the kid. He'd
dropped his jeans, and I could see this really hot pair of round, pale buns.
Damn, but that looked like a nice ass to shove my hard meat up inside. I
wondered if Daddy was dicking his boy.

Sam was trailing me, and when we got to the door, I told him to wait a
little before coming out. And told him after he got cleaned up to drive over
to my house and pick me up. He just whispered "Yes, sir."

I didn't stick around to see the fun...watch Sam get all humiliated about
having to parade around the mall in pissed-in jeans, with everyone watching
the nerdy little fag. I headed home to tell Dad what had happened.

Whatever I want, huh?

I began to get some fun ideas.