Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 11:57:04 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Siblings Are Fun

Man/boy sex....don't read it if you are not allowed to for whatever reason,
and certainly do not read it if men and boys having fun together is not
your thing. If it's not your thing then you won't like it, and if you're
not allowed to read it then you continue at your own risk.

This story is fictional, the characters imaginary. No boys were harmed in
any way in the writing of this story.

Siblings Are Fun
A story by
Ivor Sukwell

His cock was indulging in its favourite form of enjoyment – being
greedily sucked by an attractive boy in his mid teens. It was very keen on
being handled and was seriously into going inside the holes of boys in
their teens, but its favourite form of relaxed enjoyment was to be well and
thoroughly sucked.

His mouth was having some fun as well; it was one of those mouths that are
at their happiest when filled with teenage cock, and at the moment it was
full of one of those delicious items, not owned by the boy who was sucking
him, but by another, slightly younger one.

The older boy he had met by chance early on a cold, damp, January evening
when he had pulled up at a corner shop in one of the less affluent parts of
the Devon university city where he worked as a computer maintenance
engineer. Henry Hanson, known as "Hands On Hanson" to his work colleagues
because his first reaction to a malfunctioning computer was to strip it
down, had an incurable addiction for boys; and his reaction to boys was
very similar to that displayed with computers – boys he also liked to
strip down!

He hadn't known anything about this as a teenager, well, not as a young
teenager, the first hint coming when he was eighteen and found himself
sharing a bed with the fourteen year old brother of his then current
girlfriend. He hadn't planned to do that; yes, he had been staying
overnight, but thoughtful girlfriend parents had provided a sleeping bag
and a space on the brother's bedroom floor for him. Brother and Henry had
decided that such sleeping arrangements were a little primitive, and Henry
had accepted the offer of sharing the `big enough for two' bed.

Once comfortably installed, body warmth close, but definitely more
comfortable than a sleeping bag on the floor, Henry and brother decently
covered around the important parts, one by boxers, the other by briefs,
Henry had been shocked when brother asked, bluntly,

"Lucy a good fuck, then?"

Physical proximity and definite body warmth combined with darkness led
Henry to answer truthfully that he, as yet of course, had no idea.

"Not surprised," brother snorted derisively, "Probably don't even give you
a decent suck, does she?"

Henry was obliged to reluctantly report that, despite his frequent
requests, this was also true.

"I will, if you want," brother offered and Henry, anxious for testicular
relief, had agreed on the grounds that anything was better than nothing.

Not only did it turn out to be `better than nothing', it was better by far
than anything Henry had so far experienced. It should have developed into a
satisfying `menage a trois', but only a couple of weeks later, Lucy dumped
Henry, thus cutting off his access to her brother.

Boy thoughts did not loom in Henry's mind again for four years and he once
again had a girlfriend with a younger brother, this one being
sixteen. Henry was in his final year at university, far away in the north,
and, naturally as a student he did all the student things – got pissed
very regularly and spent far too much of his student loan on marijuana.

This girlfriend's brother, being sixteen, was eager to participate in
student affairs and was a frequent visitor to Henry's student flat and,
unsurprisingly considering they were usually both pissed and stoned, became
a regular visitor to Henry's student bed as well.

Unlike his previous brother owning girlfriend, his current one did not deny
him the basic essentials of life, but Henry rapidly discovered that brother
was a far better fuck than sister, and he decided, around the time of his
finals, that, given the empirical evidence he had accumulated, it would be
a waste of time and money to locate girlfriends with younger brothers when
he could concentrate his efforts just on the brothers.

And so he did, spending the next ten years of his life earning reasonable
money and getting as much teenage cock as he could find.

Thus, when on a cold January early evening, he got out from his car and was
approached by a boy in his mid teens who, after checking around to ensure
he was unobserved, muttered to him with a scruffy, but pleading look,

"Couldn't get us a packet ov fags, could yer, mister?"

Henry's reaction was not to ignore, but to, in no uncertain terms, `check
out'. It mattered not to Henry, as he was in a different part of the city
from the one he usually haunted, if the boy correctly interpreted Henry's
checking of him for what it was.

A cold, dark January evening does not present the ideal conditions for boy
checking, thick denim covering the lower half and pulled up, shapeless
hoody obscuring the top, but Henry could see enough – definitely mid
teen, around five foot six, solidly built, not overweight, just solid,
scruffy but with a mouth certainly wide enough to accept cock comfortably –
to make him mentally observe, `Wouldn't mind sucking the spunk out of
that.'

Instead of actually saying such a thing, Henry simply said,

"No problem, kid," and took the offered five pound note.

Illicit purchase made, he handed the boy his cigarettes and change and made
for his car, stopped by hearing,

"It ok if I has a fag in yer car? Freezin' me fuckin' bollocks off out
here."

Not inclined to look a gift boy in the mouth, Henry said, "Course it is,
get in."

Once installed in the front passenger seat, the boy promptly put on the
seat belt, an action that caused Henry to look at him in surprise.

"Drive around for a bit if yer fancies," the boy grinned at him, and then
proceeded to unwrap his cigarette packet and extract one, asking Henry if
he wanted one as well. Henry, slightly confused, took one and, cigarettes
lit, the boy suggested that they move; "Too many people know me round
here," he said, "Wouldn't want any ov them tellin' me mother I got in some
bloke's car."

"You in the habit of getting in strangers' cars?" Henry asked as he pulled
away. "Don't they teach you about `stranger danger'?"

"Yeh," the kid said nonchalantly, blowing out smoke, "And, yeh, course they
do, but I don't reckon you gonna murder I."

That made Henry grin, but he persisted, "There are other sorts of danger,
you know." Henry was a firm believer in letting a boy know what might
develop, so he could make his own mind up about whether he wanted
developments or not.

"I should be so fuckin' lucky," the kid snorted, prompting Henry to enquire
his age.

"Fifteen," the boy told him, before wickedly adding, "Ain't quite legal,
but don't bother me if it don't bother you."

It certainly did not bother Henry and he rapidly transferred his cigarette
free left hand from steering wheel to boy leg, seeking confirmation.

"Guess it don't bother you, then," the boy giggled, prompting Henry's hand
to move upwards a little and come to rest on thick denim covered boy
centre.

"You go for car rides often?" Henry asked.

"Now an' again," the boy said, "Hang on," he added and shifted about,
undoing his belt, jeans button and zip, "Can't feel nothin' through me
fuckin' jeans," he grinned, encouraging Henry's left hand to enter what
should have been forbidden territory.

Instead of a sign saying "KEEP OUT" there was obviously one saying
"VISITORS WELCOME" and so Henry's hand paid a visit, discovering an already
hard boy cock that his experienced grasp informed him was around five
inches in length, of no more than average for fifteen girth, and tipped
with a pleasant foreskin.

"Nice," Henry commented.

"Thanks," the boy smiled in the darkness. "Loves havin' me cock seen to,"
he added as Henry gave his left hand a treat.

"What does it like best?" Henry enquired, totally willing to give the
delightful item all the attention it craved.

"Dunno," the boy shrugged, "Ain't got beyond this yet. All the blokes whose
cars I got in so far has been married and ain't got nowhere to take me, so
I only been wanked off. S'pose your married an' all," he finished without
hope.

"No, as it happens," Henry squeezed the cock he was holding, "And I do have
somewhere I could take you."

"You ain't? You have? Fuckin' magic," the boy enthused. "Me name's Jo, by
the way, short for Joseph, as if any kid wants to be called fuckin'
Joseph."

"I'm Henry," Henry told him, "Pleased to meet you, Jo. Very pleased!" He
squeezed the boy's cock again to underline just how pleased he was.

"Let's get fuckin' goin' then," Jo enthused, and pumped some extra blood
into his cock so it jerked nicely in Henry's hand.

"I live just outside the city, about half an hour away; you sure you got
time?"

"Don't have to be home till about half ten, so if you's happy to run me
home after......." the boy offered.

"Course I will," Henry agreed without a moment's hesitation, and then slyly
added, "Of course, if I run you home, I'll know where you live. You ok with
that?"

"Course," the boy agreed, also without hesitation, "Know where to look for
me for next time, won't you."

The drive to Henry's little cottage, just outside the city, was far more
pleasant than his usual drives home from work, possibly because he had five
inches of fifteen year old cock to play with on the way, and although Henry
didn't exactly go short of boy cock, he didn't usually manage to pick up a
fresh one on the way home from work.

"Ain't had nothing but gettin' wanked yet," Jo repeated as they pulled into
Henry's driveway, "So I'm still a fuckin' virgin. Hope that's ok with you."

"You might not be when you go home," Henry warned him, but making a joke of
it so as not to frighten the boy.

The boy considered the matter for all of two point three milliseconds
before answering.

"Fuckin' hope not," Jo giggled and disembarked from the car without
bothering to re-fasten his jeans.

As the basic foreplay had been done in the car, there was no reason to
waste any precious time, there were only about three hours available after
all, so Henry led Jo straight up to his bedroom.

"You wanna undress me, or watch me strip for you?" Jo considerately
asked. As his jeans were only just above knee level because he was standing
with his feet apart in order to prevent their complete descent to the
floor, Henry opted for a compromise.

"Let your jeans drop, kick off your trainers and step out of your jeans,
and I'll do the rest," he said.

Jo obliged, treating Henry to an enticing view of mouth wateringly full,
smooth boy thigh as he did so.

The boy lifted his arms obligingly as Henry helped him out of his hoody and
shirt, revealing underarms that were as hairless as his thighs and
absolutely perfect for serious kissing. Henry moved behind him to ease down
his briefs, making sure his hands ran all the way down the boy's smooth
thighs as he did so. As soon as Jo stepped out of his discarded and
unwanted underwear, Henry turned him round to feast his eyes on the front
and openly salivated at the sight of five, medium slender, well foreskinned
inches with just a neat, highlighting goodies, bush above them.

"Fucking gorgeous," Henry groaned and led the boy by his cock to the bed.

It didn't take Henry long to remove his own clothing – how long does it
take any man to get undressed when he has a naked, fifteen year old boy
lying on his bed? – his nudity prompting Jo to exclaim,

"Fuckin' hell, you shaves; how fuckin' hot is that!"

"Boys seem to like it," Henry confessed as he joined Jo on the bed.

"Fuckin' right!" Jo enthused, and then asked if Henry had indulged in many
boys.

"More than one," he confessed, leading Jo to remark that he was a horny
bugger and offering himself for all that was going.

Henry was a horny bugger, but he was in the prime of life at thirty three
and Jo was in the prime of adolescence at fifteen, so Jo won the horny
stakes by a distance.

Henry was treated to his first mouthful of Jo cream after half an hour's
mouth on cock work. Henry had meant it to be an introductory sucking, but
Jo rapidly turned it into a ravenous, cock gobbling sixty nine that had
Henry desperately holding on to the contents of his balls on the grounds
that he was not fifteen and needed those contents for later on.

Jo was fifteen though, and delightedly blasted his spunk into Henry's
mouth, secure in the knowledge that there would be more to come long before
he needed to get dressed in order to return home.

His first load safely ejaculated into Henry's mouth, Jo surprised the man
by instantly removing his face from Henry's groin and gluing his mouth to
Henry's still spunk filled one, demanding to taste his own cum. Not
unnaturally, Henry acceded to this request and indulged in an elongated
bout of tonsil searching which, by the time it ended, had Jo nicely erect
once more.

Analingus, followed by boy hole stretching then ensued, during which Jo was
obliged to sperm again, once more into Henry's greedy mouth which just
happened to be fastened round the boy's cock while he had three fingers
implanted in his hole, all of which had Jo ready, and demanding, his first
fucking.

Again, not unnaturally, Henry obliged, taking the boy on his back with his
legs in the air, entering, far more easily than he had expected, into
tight, never before fucked, fifteen year old arse. Never before fucked, but
oh, so eager to rectify that state, arse, that Jo barely even squealed as
he was penetrated for the first time.

Fucking virgin teen arse is an absolute delight, and although Henry's
preferred home for his cock is a boy's mouth, he was always extremely
appreciative of boy hole as well, understanding that a well fucked boy is a
boy who will want to be fucked again, and so Henry gave Jo the best fucking
he could manage.

All this took about half of the available time, so the rest was spent in
some serious cuddling and kissing and the emptying, for the third time of
Jo's adolescent balls.

"Fuckin' awesome," the freshly devirginalised Jo declared, his cock limp
and his balls resembling shrivelled prunes; "Way better than gettin' wanked
in a car! When you wanna do me again?"

Again turned out, by mutual consent, to be twice a week for the next three
weeks.

Horny teenage Jo was the perfect partner for boy-greedy Henry, both anxious
to cram as much sex as possible into the boy's remaining adolescence.

"Best not pick me up by the shop," Jo advised when they organised their
second meeting, "Usually lots of kids about round there."

"Really?" Henry could not keep sexual interest out of his reply; "Any
interesting ones?"

"I dunno, do I," Jo sighed, "But if yer finds one what is, let us know."

                                                                *************

Henry became a regular customer of the shop. Frequently there were small
groups of boys hanging around, but winter clothed boys are not easy to
assess for their desirability and Henry never found a lone one he could
concentrate on, not until one wild, windy and very wet February evening.

It wasn't a Jo evening so Henry was free to boy hunt, although the chances
of finding one out and about on an evening like this were somewhat
remote. Cars occupied the limited spaces by the front of the shop, so Henry
was obliged to use the small car park at the rear. As he hurried, head down
against the wind driven rain, from car to shop, he half spotted a small
figure huddled against the wall, seeking what minimal protection from the
elements it could find.

On his return, wind and rain behind him, Henry was able to see more clearly
and there was, indeed, a boy huddled against the wall. Obviously, Henry
concluded, the boy had gone out, hoping to find a mate or two, found none
stupid enough to be out in this weather, and was sheltering as best he
could before returning home.

"Ain't got a fag for us, have yer?" a barely teenage sounding voice called
from the huddled boy.

Henry pointed at his car, and continued his progress towards it; this was
not the weather to conduct even the briefest of seduction possibilities
assessment in the open. He got in, slammed the door shut, took out a
cigarette and lit it, and watched the huddled boy.

It was as though the glare of his lighter and the glow of his cigarette
were signals to the boy, which of course, they were. The figure went from
huddle to sprint, dashing across the rain lashed space between wall and
car, wrenching open the front passenger door, throwing itself inside and
slamming the door shut behind it.

Unlike Jo, the last boy to invite himself into Henry's car, this one did
not immediately fasten the seat belt, even when Henry turned on the engine.

"What yer doin?" the boy asked suspiciously.

"Getting the heater going," Henry said, "Don't know if you've noticed, but
it's cold outside."

"Tell me about it!" the boy shivered. "You gotta fag for us, then?"

"If you get your hood off, yes."

"What you want me to do that for?"

"Because I'm a bit strange," Henry said nonchalantly, "I like to see who
I'm giving cigarettes to."

"Humph," the boy grunted, but, his need for nicotine great, he complied
with Henry's request.

A boy was revealed, a boy Henry guestimated to be in his early teens,
probably no more than thirteen. Not a particularly attractive boy, narrow,
slightly pinched up face, but definitely a boy and Henry wasn't
over-interested in faces.

"How old are you?" Henry enquired.

"What's it got to do with you?"

"Because I am about to give you a cigarette, which is not supposed to
happen according to the people who make laws, and it would be nice to know
just how much I am breaking that law by."

"Fourteen," the boy grunted, accepting the offered fag.

"Really?" Henry allowed just a hint of disbelief into his voice.

"Yeh, only just though," the boy relented and allowed the scowl on his face
to soften a bit.

"That's all right then," Henry smiled, "Old enough to do things you
shouldn't."

Conversation ended there; Henry had hinted, possibly sowed a seed. Up to
the boy if it grew or not.

The boy ground out the stub of his fag in the car ashtray, reached for the
door handle........and paused.

"You gonna be round here again?" he asked.

"Call in the shop most nights," Henry said simply, and drove away the
moment the boy had shut the car door.

He'd tossed in the ground bait – the fact that he was often around and
seemed willing to let the boy have an illicit cigarette – up to the boy
if he took it and was tempted to go for bait that might tempt him deeper
into who knows what.

Henry didn't call in the shop the following evening, that was Jo time and
Henry was not one to waste boy-in-a-bed minutes when there was no need
to. The other boy would be around the day after if he was interested.

He was, and got in the car more willingly, or at least with less defences
on show, but still left as soon as he'd finished his fag. It took several
visits before Henry learned the boy's name, Toby, and several more before
the boy stayed long enough to start talking. Henry carefully avoided any
direct mention of anything that may be construed as sexual, but there were
a few double meanings to bait his hook.

Eventually, after a half hour drive around – Toby was now feeling safe
enough for that, especially as it meant he got a second cigarette – he
baited his hook and tossed it into the water, directly in front of the
boy's nose.

"You're a nice enough kid, Toby, but I reckon you are a real boring little
virgin. You should do something about that."

He said it as the boy was getting out of the car, so there was no chance
for a reply. It was, as it had been from the start, entirely up to Toby if
he took the bait or swam away.

Toby certainly didn't swim away – he was there again two evenings later,
dashing over to the car almost before Henry had parked it, and jumping
straight in. If he hadn't actually taken the bait he had certainly not
rejected it.

"Told you you're a boring little virgin," Henry repeated as Toby took his
second cigarette, "Don't know if I can be arsed to keep giving fags to a
boring little virgin."

"Ain't borin'," Toby said, slightly defiantly, as he lit up.

"Really?" Henry managed to fill his voice with disbelief.

"Can't help it if I'm still a virgin, can I. For fuck's sake, I'm only
thirteen!"

"Thought you said you were fourteen," Henry reminded him.

"Fuckin' lied, din't I. Thought you wouldn't give I a fag if I told yer I
was thirteen."

"Might have, might not have," Henry conceded, "But that's no excuse for
being a virgin, is it."

"Fuck off," Toby derided, "What bird's gonna be interested in a scrawny kid
like I?"

Toby had a reasonable point and Henry willingly conceded it and used his
best bait on the next hook.

"Does it have to be a girl?" he enquired, apparently innocently.

"You a fuckin' peedo?" Toby questioned, his West Country accent emphasising
the vowels.

"No. Prefer my boys a bit older than paedophiles do. Not interested if they
can't spunk."

Toby was silent, possibly trying to digest this unexpected information and
assess what it meant.

"So if you can't cum yet, I won't be seeing you again," Henry moved the
dangling bait, trying to make it less resistible for Toby.

"Course I can fuckin' cum," Toby protested, without giving the rest of
Henry's remarks sufficient attention.

"Really?" Henry disbelieved, "I think you're lying again. Of course, you
could let me prove you're not, and stop being a boring little virgin at the
same time."

"Let you have me cock?" Toby squeaked, not trusting that his ears were
relaying correct information.

"Why not?" Henry twitched the bait again.

"Let you toss me off?" Toby's squeak was less squeaky this time.

"Or suck you, if you'd prefer," Henry offered, striking and hoping the bait
had been properly taken, the boy on the hook.

"What, here in the car?" Toby was definitely on the hook, but the barb had
not bitten just yet.

"Sucking you in the car not the easiest thing to do," Henry agreed,
allowing the line a little slack, "But I don't live far from here."

"Just me cock?" Toby hesitated, "You ain't gettin' at me arse."

"Just your cock," Henry agreed and felt the barb bite and the line go
slack, allowing him to reel the boy in.

"Alright; but only `cos you been givin' I fags," Toby justified his
decision and began to think very positively about, if not really giving up
being a little virgin, but at least making a move in the right direction
and certainly ending being thought of by Henry as `boring'.

Toby didn't have the biggest cock in the world; even for a small, scrawny,
thirteen year old he was a little under-endowed, having no more than some
three and a half uncircumcised inches for Henry to orally enjoy.

Enjoy them he did, though; small it might be, but it was hard, it belonged
to a boy and the thin, but definitely tasty juice it produced was evidence
of its willing co-operation in the event.

"Still think I'm borin'?" Toby asked before pulling his jeans back up.

"Not quite so much," Henry accepted, "But still some way to go. You did
keep all your clothes on, after all."

"You had me jeans round me ankles," Toby protested.

"Didn't get `em off though, did you!"

"Alright," Toby declared, "P'raps I will next time. Just so I proves I
ain't borin'," he added, though, as far as Henry was concerned, he had
already demonstrated his potential for being interesting.

The next weeks were, for Henry, extremely pleasant; Jo's arse available for
use twice a week, along with ample quantities of thick, teen cream – Jo
gigglingly confessing that he had abandoned masturbation, preferring to
save his seed for Henry's mouth rather than waste it in his own hand –
and Toby's little, but now very eager cock demanding to be dealt with the
remainder of the working week's evenings.

Toby had progressed very satisfactorily, becoming quite proficient in the
art of adult cock sucking, the mere words, `Only boring boys don't
swallow', being sufficient to ensure that he did the task to proper
completion. His determination not to be boring assisted him when it came to
kissing, strangely an activity he had at first resisted.

Nah, no way!" he'd declared, "That's fuckin' gay!"

"Indeed it is," Henry agreed, "But it is also fuckin' fun!"

"S'pose if I don't yer gonna say I be fuckin' borin'," Toby sighed,
resigned to the inevitable, and agreed to try it, just the once.

He did try it just the once, thereafter he participated with increasing
enthusiasm, considerable enthusiasm when Henry combined twisting tongues
together with finger stroking a very tight young hole.

Success there led Henry to demonstrate that, while having your hole stroked
and gently teased feels very pleasant, having it licked and probed by
curled tongue can lead a boy, even a boy of only thirteen, to wonder why
virginity should be retained longer than absolutely necessary, and that,
since he was no longer `fuckin' borin', perhaps he should consider his
status as a `little virgin'.

Henry assisted him in this deliberation by inserting a finger in his,
previously well-eaten, hole, whilst orally extracting his seed, a finger
that soon became two and then three fingers and convincing Toby that
virginity was an altogether totally undesirable state for a boy of thirteen
to remain in. If, he reasoned to himself, fingers felt that good, then a
cock would be even better, wouldn't it?

Whilst fucking Toby was, not unreasonably, on Henry's list of `things to
do', he appreciated that his six thick inches may prove a shade daunting
for skinny young Toby; the boy found it difficult enough to get a
reasonable number of those inches into his mouth, taking them up his arse
could prove to be beyond his pain threshold.

Fortunately there was a possible solution to this dilemma – Jo. He
recalled Jo's flippant request to be informed if any `interesting' boys
should happen to cross Henry's path, and Toby, he thought, may just fit
Jo's definition of `interesting'. Certainly the thought of observing the
cock-loving fifteen year old removing Toby's no longer wanted virgin status
was a thought worth exploring.



"Remember asking me to let you know if I came across anything interesting?"
Henry asked as he digested some very nice, thick, Jo protein.

"Yeh. Why? Have yer?"

"Might have done," Henry teased while stroking the boy's erotically smooth
flank.

"Has yer or hasn't yer?" Jo demanded, conscious of the hand stroking him
but more concerned with the new possibilities that Henry had opened up.

"You fancy trying a boy?"

"Course I fuckin' does! Love to do a boy!"

"Sure?"

"Course I'm fuckin' sure! You likes doin' `em, don't yer. So why shouldn't
I?"

"No reason at all," Henry grinned, amused by Jo's blatant enthusiasm at the
possibility of getting his hands on something younger than the mid-thirties
man he was currently feeding sperm to.

"He's only thirteen," Henry pointed out, as though it would make any
difference to Jo's enthusiasm.

"Fuck!" Jo breathed.

"Too young?"

"No fuckin' way! He any good?"

"Very good, actually," Henry smiled again and let his hand wander more
centrally. Jo had only spunked a minute or two before, but Henry knew from
experience that did not deter the boy from enjoying all that was on
offer. "Kisses well, sucks pretty good; spunk's still a bit thin, though."

"Don't care," Jo moved to basics, "Does he fuck?"

"Not yet; but he wants to."

"Why don't yer, then?"

"Because he's thirteen, a bit skinny and scrawny; his hole's still very
tight, though I can get three fingers in him now."

"So what's stoppin' yer?" From Jo's point of view, a very reasonable
question to ask. It may have been Henry's hand or the thought of a thirteen
year old boy being fucked, possibly even a combination of the two, but Jo's
cock, freshly spunked as it was, began a rapid return to active duty
status.

"I think I'm a bit big for him," Henry observed casually.

"Yer, maybe," Jo conceded, being well aware as he was of just how serious a
hole filler Henry possessed, "I wouldn't be, though," he offered, grinning
lewdly.

"Just what I was thinking."

"Yer what?" Jo almost yelled in disbelief.

"That you might like to be the one to, shall we say, get him started."

"Too fuckin' right I would!" Jo was beside himself with anticipation, and
very hard again as well. "Where yer find him?" he asked, becoming, for a
moment, more practical.

"Same place as you as it happens, so you'll almost certainly know him."

"Yer, probs, but don't make no difference, do it."

"No?"

"Course not. He doin' stuff with you ain't no worries `bout him openin' his
mouth to anyone if he does stuff with me, is there."

"No, I suppose not," Henry agreed with a conclusion he had reached before
even mentioning that there was a boy who may be prepared to play boy games
with Jo. "I'll ask him if he's interested when I see him next."

"When's that gonna be?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrer? You does him lots?"

"Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays," Henry smirked.

"Them's the days yer don't do me!" Jo was quick to spot the obvious. "Yer
dirty fucker," he said with admiration.

"I'll ask him tomorrow, let you know Thursday and, if you can get free,
Friday could be the day."

"Oh, yes!" Jo breathed, "Gonna fuck a boy on Friday! How bril is that!"

"Talking about fucking," Henry ventured.

"Yer, course," Jo agreed and turned himself over.

**

"Definitely no longer boring," Henry commented after sharing thin, but
still very tasty sperm with Toby. The boy really enjoyed a long, deep kiss
after seeding Henry's mouth and it would not be at all fair to describe a
boy who enjoyed that as `boring'; "But still a little virgin."

"Don't wanna be," Toby whined, "But yer cock's gonna be far too big fer I,
ain't it."

"Yes, it is," Henry tried to sound sad, "But I wonder how you'd feel about
an alternative?"

"Yer what?"

"Someone who's cock was, say, five inches long and a lot thinner than
mine."

"What yer on about?"

"Someone who's fifteen, perhaps."

"Yer sayin' I should do it with another boy? That's gay!"

"Of course it's gay," Henry sighed, "Getting sucked off by a man is gay;
kissing him when he's got a mouthful of your spunk is gay; liking fingers
and tongue in your arse is gay; wanting to be fucked is gay and you just
love doing gay stuff."

"Yer, with you," Toby said.

"And you don't fancy doing any of it with a boy?"

"Dunno. Never thought about it."

"Well, think about it now. And while you're thinking, turn over so I can
eat your arse."

Toby did that without hesitation, having his hole licked and tongued was
something he really enjoyed and the fact that he'd only just spunked made
no difference at all; he'd be spunking again fairly soon anyway – he
usually spunked at least three times for Henry, often four.

"What's he like then?" Toby asked when Henry had finished his meal and
slipped a couple of fingers up inside him to make him feel even better.

"Fifteen, decent looking, nice cock, but one you'll be able to take; good
at kissing and sucking and a quality fuck," Henry informed him.

"You fucked him?"

"Twice a week for the last few months."

"Bugger me," Toby breathed.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to organise for you," Henry wiggled his
fingers around inside Toby to underline the message.

"Bit dodgy, though, innit," Toby prevaricated, although the fingers did
feel very good, "He comes from round here, I'll probly know him."

"Bound to," Henry agreed, "But he's not going to tell anyone, is he. After
all, I'm fucking him twice a week, remember."

"Yer, cool," Toby agreed, "An' if yer's fuckin' him we could do it round
here, couldn't we. No probs, like."

"None at all," Henry wriggled his fingers again.

"An' then I won't be a fuckin' little virgin no more, will I!"

"No, you won't. You'll just be little and fucking," Henry grinned, Toby
sniggered, and Henry went back to see if he could obtain a few drops more
protein. Toby obliged; he always did now.





Henry collected Jo as planned on the Friday, the lad dashing over and
leaping into the passenger seat with no hesitation. Jo was always eager to
get his packet of fags – Henry had come to the agreement that he would
provide twenty cigarettes twice a week in return for unrestricted access to
the boy's body and Jo, who was more than willing to provide such access for
nothing, was more than willing to agree to such terms.

Jo was even more eager than usual, but what fifteen year old boy who has a
definite partiality for cock would not be excited at the prospect of having
his first boy, and even more so when that first boy was likely to be his
first on-top fuck as well.

"Where is he? Where we gonna meet him? You sure he's up for it?" Jo wanted
to know as soon as he'd got a cigarette safely lit.

"We'll pick him up a bit further down the hill and, yes, he's up for it,"
Henry reassured the anxious lad. "I just want to check that you are." Those
words accompanied Henry reaching out a hand for the lad's groin, a movement
that prompted Jo to part his legs a little so Henry's hand could get a
decent grip – unrestricted access meant unrestricted access and, apart
from keeping to his side of the deal, Jo was very fond of being accessed.

So, by the time Henry's car neared the spot where Toby would be waiting,
Henry's left hand was nicely full of mid-teen hardness, Jo having
obligingly undone and unzipped his jeans and, equally obligingly, having
forgotten to put on any underwear, a memory slip he always made when meting
Henry – the less clothing there was to remove, the sooner things could
get properly underway.

Henry stopped, though there was no sign of any waiting Toby, his hand still
full of teenage delight, thumb and forefinger slowly twiddling Jo's ample
foreskin, a gentle cock-teasing that Jo rather liked when he was being
driven around in Henry's car.

"No fucker here," Jo observed, disappointment dripping from every word.

"Wait," Henry told him, his hand and fingers continuing their activity
unabated.

A small figure emerged from behind a hedge, looked up and down the street
and then dashed to Henry's car, jumping into the back seat as he had been
told to do.

"Hi Toby," Henry said as he pulled away, his left hand still enjoying Jo's
hardness. Henry had long ago opted for automatic transmission, removing the
necessity of letting go of a boy's gear lever in order to deal with the
car's.

"Toby?" Jo squealed and turned in his seat to stare into the back.

"Jo? What the fuck!?" Toby squeaked from the back.

"You two know each other then," Henry commented, still playing with Jo even
though he was now twisted around, staring at the boy in the back
seat. Actually, although it was not Jo's intention, it made his cock even
more available for Henry's hand and also made it quite evident to the boy
in the back seat exactly what that hand was doing to what.

"Fuckin' know each other?" Jo partly gasped, partly snarled, "He's me
fuckin' brother!"

"Is he?" Henry asked, just as surprised at this revelation as the two boys
were, "Well, now, that makes it seriously hot, doesn't it."

"I can't fuck me brother, yer daft cunt," Jo protested, turning back
towards Henry.

"Why ever not?" Henry asked reasonably enough. "You want to fuck a thirteen
and he wants to be fucked by a fifteen, so where's the problem?"

"He's me fuckin' brother!" Jo expostulated again.

"He maybe your brother," Henry grinned, "But not your fucking brother, at
least, not yet."

"You really do stuff with him?" Toby at last found his voice, though it was
unclear if his question was addressed to Jo or Henry.

"He does," Henry answered for them, "But only twice a week compared with
your three times."

"Fuck!" Toby breathed, astounded at the revelation that his brother was
also not boring.

"And don't worry about him being your brother," Henry placated Jo, "Think
just how much more interesting bedtime will be for you both from now on."

It took a moment for the boys to digest this remark, and then Toby giggled,
"Won't have to try to wank in secret no more," he spluttered.

"Given up wankin'" Jo said loftily, then relented and sniggered himself,
"He does it all for me now."

"An' most of mine," Toby sniggered from the back.

"You really wanna get fucked?" Jo asked, turning round once more.

"Yeh, not half!" Toby enthused, "He used to call me a borin' little virgin,
but I given up bein' borin' already now an' wanna get rid of the `virgin'
bit an' all."

"Gave that up couple of months ago," Jo boasted, "Fuckin' ace."

"An' you really wanna fuck me?" Toby asked, still uncertain if it was his
brother's prick he wanted to be the first to enter him.

"Never thought of it before," Jo confessed, "But I reckons you'll be as
good as anyone to start on. Least you ain't gonna go tellin' no-one, are
yer."

"Course not," Toby dismissed the idea of that with the contempt it
deserved. "You ain't never fucked no-one before?"

"Nah," Jo admitted. "Been fucked by him loads now, but ain't never done it
to no-one."

"What's it like?" Toby wanted some important information before finally
committing himself, "I mean I love it when he puts his tongue an' his
fingers up there, but I ain't sure about a cock. Mind you," he added
thoughtfully, "I never used to think I'd ever let anyone get anywhere near
me arse cos that's well gay."

"I loves it," Jo enthused with no reservations, "An' I don't give a fuck if
it's gay or not, it's fuckin' bril!"

"I'm up for it then," Toby decided, "If you is. We can be all gay together
an' with him, an' straight for everyone else."

"Deal," Jo agreed, but then he added, partly because Henry's hand and
fingers felt so pleasant doing what they were still doing, "But yer might
find if yer likes it lots that yer'll wanna do stuff with other kids an'
all."

"Yer," Toby agreed; "P'raps other men an' all," he added, thinking of the
future.

"Oh, yer," Jo enthused, "Men's good; they knows what to do to yer cock."

Toby, who had shifted across the back seat so he could get a good view of
what was happening to his brother's cock, agreed that his personal
experience to date did confirm Jo's opinion, but added the rider that, as
yet, he had only the one man to judge by and wanted to know if his sibling
had a more expansive understanding.

"Bin wanked by five or six," Jo told him, "But he's the only one done more
than just toss me."

"Quite a bit more," Henry said, squeezing Jo's cock tip between finger and
thumb.

"Fuckin' yes," Jo giggled and suddenly reached a hand into the back seat,
grabbing Toby's small bulge, "An' now I'm gonna get to do me brother!"

"You want a feel, Toby?" Henry enquired, answered by the younger boy
leaning forward and getting a small hand round the item Henry released for
him.

Toby did. Perhaps he thought it was advisable to have some early
acquaintance with the object that would shortly be pushed up inside him;
perhaps it was because he had, weeks ago, given up being boring and could
now demonstrate that by getting his hand around another cock; perhaps
because, for some reason, the idea of doing naughty, dirty and definitely
wicked stuff with his brother was turning him on more than he had ever been
turned on before; whatever the reason he grabbed Jo's cock with unbounded
enthusiasm and fell in total lust with it the instant his fingers wrapped
around it.

"Aw, fuck," Jo half sighed, half hissed as Toby's hand explored and
relished him, "Wish I'd fuckin' known yer liked cock before!"

"Didn't," Toby grinned at him, "Not till a few weeks back when he showed me
what I was missin'."

"Fuckin' nice one," Jo grinned at Henry.

"So's this," Toby snorted, easing his hand up and down five hard inches of
family cock.

There was contended, cock-fondling silence for the remainder of the drive
to Henry's home where, with customary exhibitionism, Jo made no attempt to
refasten his jeans before leaving the car and had to hobble the last few
yards to the front door because they had slipped all the way down to his
ankles.

Once inside, they were kicked off and left just inside the door, not being
required again until it was time to leave. Both boys, of course, were
familiar with the location of Henry's bedroom and headed straight up there,
Jo calling for Henry to `get some fags an' stuff' as he disappeared up the
stairs, his brother in hot pursuit.

By the time Henry joined them, the boys were gloriously naked, any
dampening inhibitions long since burned away by the fires of lust, their
entwined young bodies providing Henry with a sight he was more than content
to observe.

"I think we should start with you both giving me a mouthful," Henry
suggested when the boys had slightly disentangled themselves, enough to
smoke, but no more than essentially necessary.

Jo looked slightly put out, his eagerness to have both his first boy-fuck
and to fuck his younger brother evident all over his teenage body.

"You won't have wanked all day," Henry explained, "So it's not going to
take long for you to squirt and I'm sure you want to be inside Toby for
more than a few seconds, and I'm damn sure Toby wants his first fucking to
last for long enough for him to realise it's happening."

Both boys spluttered with laughter and Toby reinforced Henry's considerate
concern by saying,

"Yeh, you spunk up too quick an' you never gettin' it up I again!"

"Better gobble me twice, then," Jo sniggered to Henry, both boys giggling
happily again, well aware of the seismic shift in fraternal relations and
of the glorious, fun-filled times to come for them.

Henry sucked Jo, making it last for his own pleasure while Jo and Toby
explored their new brotherly love by gluing their mouths together and
trying desperately to reach each other's tonsils with their tongues, an
exercise that undoubtedly hurried Jo's orgasm despite all Henry's efforts
to prolong it.

When, Jo's cream savoured and swallowed, Henry switched cocks, the brothers
returned to their oral engagement, Jo's enthusiasm for deep kissing Toby
diminished not the slightest by his just recent spunking.

Toby's rather thinner offering – single cream as opposed to double –
having followed his brother's down Henry's throat, there was, by mutual
agreement, a cigarette break before the main event.

"Don't think you's ever gonna sleep on yer own again," Jo told his brother,
who responded by telling Jo that `the chance would be a fine thing,'
resulting in more happy giggles before, cigarettes finished, Henry got down
to preparing Toby for his deflowering by having a good meal of arse to
follow the two courses of cock he had so far consumed.

Toby, of course, loved being eaten – what boy does not – but this
time the understanding that, after lips, tongue and fingers, cock would
follow, made him offer his arse with even more enthusiasm than usual, eager
to get through the preliminaries, delightful as they were, so the main act
could begin.

On his back, his legs lifted and held in place by Henry, who had
considerately positioned himself so he was kneeling astride the thirteen
year old, his balls dangling enticingly by Toby's eyes and facing the
fucking to be, Toby readied himself for his final step in losing that now
hated `virgin' status that Henry had so long taunted him with.

"Fuckin' fuck me," Toby begged as his fifteen year old brother's five and
condom covered inches brushed against his well-lubed and finger opened
hole.

There had been some dissent about the use of protection, which both boys
though unnecessary considering they were brothers, but when Henry pointed
out to them that the probability of them confining the use of their holes
to just each other, and, naturally, Henry, was somewhere around absolute
zero, they relented.

"No way we can get rubbers for ourselves, though," Jo had tried one last
time to be allowed `proper bareback', "An' no way we ain't gonna fuck lots
now, is there."

"A packet of ten should last even you horny brats a week," Henry had
assured them, "Bearing in mind I'm going to be doing you as well. I'll give
you a packet a week, how's that?"

The bargain struck, Jo had, still reluctantly, put on his raincoat, and
lined up to do the deed.

"Awwwwwwwwwww fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Toby screamed as Jo pushed too hard too
soon, but within minutes the scream had become moaning gasps as he begun to
understand just why all boys should have cock inside them.

Jo was already appreciating something else; yes, all boys should get their
cocks inside other boys, but fucking your brother, your younger by two
years brother, was the best fucking imaginable.

Toby, of course, had the added advantage of having a pair of adult balls to
suck on while he was being fucked, an opportunity he used from time to time
and thus guaranteed that he would, on future occasions, become familiar
with the experience of being spit-roast.

Toby loved getting fucked, so much so that the best way he could think of
for thanking Henry for stopping him from being a `boring little virgin' was
to allow Henry to fuck him as often as he wanted, in addition, of course,
to the nightly seeing to that Jo now gave him.

That Henry, although he obviously enjoyed the arses of both brothers, was
even more fond of their cocks, did not upset them, and enjoyable threesomes
were indulged in five times a week, which is how Henry came to be in the
position of having a fifteen year old cock in his mouth while his own was
being orally attended to by a boy slightly younger, two years younger to be
precise.

Henry had a lot to thank rain and cold, winter nights for!

Hope you enjoyed reading, and apologies for the lack of huge amounts of
specific sexual detail, but, with luck, a few things hardened somewhere.

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