Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 20:45:04 +0100
From: Danny Driver <bottomboylikesitrough@live.co.uk>
Subject: The Big Lesson - Chapter 4

Disclaimer and Warning:

This is a fictional homo-erotic story between a teenager and adults,
including incest. If this is not your thing, then leave now and find
something that is more to your liking.

If the laws where you are forbid this sort of literature then leave now or
move to where it is legal to read it. This is fantasy only and the acts
depicted are not condoned by the author.

This is the first story I have done. Please email me at
bottomboylikesitrough@live.co.uk and give me your feedback so I know what
you guys are or aren't enjoying. I love to know when I've turned YOU on.

This story is set on a housing estate in Croydon, UK.

Benji's Big Lesson
Chapter 4

The atmosphere was tense. Michael's dick was quickly softening from his
proud 8 inch down to his floppy 5 inch.

"Come on Michael, fuckin' say something you cunt!"

Michael darted over to his pile of clothes and grabbed for his underwear.

"Joe, mate, this ain't what it looks like."

Michael hurriedly tried to put his briefs back on but they wouldn't stretch
over his big boots. Michael was terrified. His brother was much bigger than
him, very fit and strong. Joe could destroy him with one punch.

"Don't bother with them. Stay where you fucking are," demanded Joe.

Joe moved over to his where his son lay naked and shivering. He untied the
ropes from the work benches and Benji to his feet. Benji was shivering from
the cold that was now blowing through the space where the door had
previously been hanging. Joe glanced down at his son's naked body and
noticed his small shrivelled dick. He looked over back to Michael. He was
stood up against the shed wall with his hands covering his flaccid member.

"You've done this to him," said Joe.  "You don't understand, Joe. Him and
his mates, they were taunting me. All of them you see. Outside, throwing
eggs and knocking on my fucking door." Michael was panicked and spitting as
he spoke.

"Shut your fucking mouth. Look at ya. Cunt. In the fucking house now, both
of you."

Joe grabbed Benji's clothes and then Benji by the arm and marched him out
the shed, up the garden path and into the house. Michael grabbed his
clothes too and followed up slowly behind them, trying to think of a way to
explain this awful situation to his brother. Michael stood at the back door
for a few minutes and then went in.

"Hello?" Michael called out as there was no one in the kitchen all the
living room. Had they left already? Surely it wasn't going to be that
easy. Maybe they've left and gone to the police, he thought. Forgetting to
kick of his boots, he stomped up the stairs to his bedroom to look for his
dressing gown. The lights were all off but a low light was coming from his
bedroom. He must have left the bedside lamp on. As he walked into the room
to get his gown he was startled to find Benji now tied, arms and legs, to
the four post of his bed. His mouth had been stuffed with another pair of
Michael's stinking undies which must have been lying on the floor. Benji
wiggled around on the bed muffling something.

"Benji, what's going on?" Obviously Benji couldn't answer.

Then Joe's voice bellowed from behind them. Joe strutted into the room with
nothing but a jockstrap and his boots on.

"Benji's been telling me all about your little `class, Michael, and to be
quite honest with you I agree. He needs to grow up. Be a man. I've been
saying to Helen for a while that he's not manly enough but she just says
that's his way and it'll come in time. I'm not waiting for that. You're
right, ne needs to be shown."

Joe had a magnificent body. He was 6'5" with broad shoulders, big hairy
pecs and tree trunk legs. His ass wasn't as big as Michael's but the
jockstrap framed his tanned bubble butt perfectly. Joe climbed up on to the
bed and pulled the pants out of the boy's mouth.

"Uuugghh. Dad! I've learnt my lesson. Let's go home."

"No boy. You're Uncle Michael is right. You need showing how to be and how
to behave like a man."

Joe stood up and stood over Benji's face. He bounced slightly on the
mattress. Michael watched in awe, he couldn't believe this was
happening. Joe started to crouch down over the boy's face revealing his
large, brown, hairy star fish, then sat straight down and landed on Benji's
lips.

"Now taste where your daddy shits from little boy."

Joe started rocking backwards and forwards. To Michael's surprise he could
see Benji's tongue poking out and flickers backwards and forwards over his
brother's ring piece. Not knowing what to do, he watched as his soft nob
started to grow again, slowly throbbing and swelling up to his thick 8
inch. He started to stroke it.

Joe was getting heavy on his son. He thrust down hard and grabbed his son's
chin, forcing his face into his hole. Joe's package jiggled around on his
son's forehead.

"Mmmm yeah. Taste that boy? Hmm son? Taste that flavour of a man?"

Benji didn't have space to speak. He flickered his pink, tongue over his
father's hole, trying not to stick it in too deep. Joe's hole had a kinda
musty, spiced taste to it.

"Mikey, get over here!"

Michael didn't hesitate. He jumped up onto the bed. Joe jumped up and off
the bed.

"Get on his face. Do it. Get sat on his face. Cunt."

"Joe, I've not showered for a few days."

"Even better, make him taste it. Show him you're a man. Don't let him down
Mikey."

Michael crouched over the boy's face. Benji could already smell the ripe
stink before it even touched his face. Michael pulled his big, fat, hairy
as cheeks apart and displayed his deeply forested ass crack. Benji couldn't
even see the hole.

"Okay boy. Uhhh."

Michael dropped down on to his face and started rocking backward and
forward. Joe looked down at his son to see his dick had grown back to
erection. Joe had never seen his son hard before. Not since he was a baby
anyway, the times when he'd change his nappy and he'd have a tiny, little
hard on. Joe wasn't impressed to see it wasn't very big. Polar opposite to
his father.

Michael held his big ass cheeks apart as he bounced on Benji's face. His
big dick hung out in front across the boy's forehead and through his hair,
spreading pre-cum around as it bobbed up and down. Benji opened his eyes
but all he could see was his uncle's sweaty meatballs bouncing on his eyes.

"Get that fucking tongue in there bitch!" Michael reached back and slapped
Benji's chest like he was riding a horse. Benji stuck his tongue out firm
and straight as it slipped in to Michael's asshole. The taste was
RIPE. Like a sweating beef joint, covered in salt and pubes.

Michael looked behind to find his brother. Joe was bent over at the bottom
of the room taking off his jock. `What the fuck is that between his legs?!'
thought Michael. Joe turned to face them and revealed his pride. Michael
slowed down.

"Fuckin' hell mate. You could kill someone with that," exclaimed Michael.

It was big. Really, really big. Just looking at it Michael could tell it
must have measured at least 10 inches. It was thick too, about the
thickness can of cola with a mushroom sized helmet on the top, covered in a
thick foreskin. A thick vein ran down the shaft to a base of thick, brown
pubes. Michael was pleased to notice his brother's balls weren't as
impressive as his. Joe's were tucked up neatly under his gruesomely big
dick. Joe walked over and stood at the edge of the bed. He pushed Michael
back slightly so he was off of Benji's face.

"Son, meet `The Slaughterer'."

Joe leant over the bed and smacked his rod across his son's face.

"Ow, fuck Dad!" Joe cried out.

"Shut it Benji. Now you've tasted a man's ass, next you're going to learn
about juice."

"Erm, he's already had some juice Bro," admitted Michael.

"You mean you're already pissed on him?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help it. I needed to fucking go."

"Well, if you've had your uncle's juice my boy then you gotta have
daddy's!"

Michael jumped off as Joe leant in closer. He pulled his boy close the edge
of the bed. Joe retracted his thick foreskin back to reveal his huge purple
bellend. His piss slit was so big you could have got your small finger in
it.

"Here goes," Joe announced.

Steaming hot piss began spraying out of the end of Joe's meat and over
Benji's face. Michael leered over the bed with a grim, perverted stare in
his eyes and slowly rolling his gooey and over his wet helmet. Benji
struggled on the bed, pulling his head away as the piss splashed over
him. He kinda liked it. It warmed him up.

"Look at me Benji. Open up your mouth. Open up and taste daddy."

Joe pulled his head towards his cock end and pressed his pisser up against
Benji's lips. Piss splashed back up over Joe's dick and down his groin. He
stuffed two fingers into Benji's mouth to pry him open. He quickly rammed
his dick end into his mouth. Hot yellow liquid overflowed in Benji's mouth
and poured out the small gaps. Joe moaned out as he emptied his bladder
down his son's throat. He started fucking his dick in and out of his mouth
as he continued to piss. Then, in one overzealous thrust, he breached the
boy's throat with his meat and slid down into his upper oesophagus. Benji's
eyes widened with the pain and pressure on his jaw.

"Joe, mate, you're gonna break his fuckin' jaw."

"Uhu." Joe grunted in ecstasy. He couldn't think about anything else. He
looked down, his son's face red and full of tension, his eyes streaming
with tears and his mouth taut around his cock. He must have had 9 inches
inside of him. Joe placed both hands around Benji's head.

"I'm sorry son."

He pulled his head down his shaft, his mouth now at the base of his
dick. His baby boy was now forced down the full of his pole. Benji might
have been screaming inside his head, but he couldn't make a sound. He just
squirmed on the bed amongst the piss drenched sheets. Joe had stopped
pissing now. He just held his son's head firm at the base of his dick, with
it throbbing in the deep of his throat.

"Joe, pull it out before you choke him."

Joe realised he'd been there too long and quickly withdrew his meat from
his son. Benji gasped for air. His face was deep red.

"Dad! It's so big."

"I know, I'm sorry son. I sholdn't have..."

"No, do it Dad. I know I need to be taught."

End of Part 4