Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 09:53:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Their Brother's Birthday

Their Brother's Birthday

By: Michael Smith


Lucas Gordon woke up on his twelvth birthday, in his family's cottage, to
find a stack of new clothes waiting for him.  There seemed to be a
replacement for everything he owned.  There were boxer shorts instead of
tighty whiteys; jeans with generous space down there (which he knew did not
quite fit up with what was actually there; expensive shirts that hugged his
slim body.

He chose a pair of grey, checkered shorts, a pair of jeans and a white
t-shirt.  His brothers had waffles waiting for him.  Lucas was
surprised--when he had been left in the care of his older brothers for his
birthday, he was not expecting this kind of treatment.  His brothers were
not unkind to him, but they never wanted him around.

The eldest brother, Ryan, tousled Lucas' hair and wished the boy a happy
birthday.

"Looking sharp there birthday boy," the middle brother, Tyler said.  Ryan
advised his brother to eat up to prepare for the long day ahead of them.

"What are we doing?" Lucas asked, excitement shining in his eyes.  He felt
like asking why he was being treated so well, but decided not to push his
luck.

"It's a surprise," the older boys said, almost in unison.  Ryan, at
seventeen, had driven them up to the cottage.  The boys' parents were away
on a business trip, and so the boys were sent alone to the place that Lucas
always spent his summer birthday.

"Actually," Ryan said, "Tyler and I have decided that you're old enough to
hang out with us now, whenever you want."

"Really?" Lucas said, almost jumping out of his seat.

"Yep," Tyler said.  "Well, once you've turned twelve anyway."

"What do you mean?  I am twelve now," Lucas said.

"He means once we initiate you into the Gordon clan," Ryan said.  Lucas
nodded his head, and did not ask any more questions.  They were letting him
play, and he was happy about that, no matter what it took to get him
initiated.  And besides, they were his brothers, and the worst they had
ever done to him was smack him if he was bugging them.

When they finished eating, Ryan told Lucas to follow him.  He led his
brother, with Tyler in the rear, outside, all three of them barefoot,
around to the back of the cottage.  Suddenly, Lucas felt Tyler grab his
arms and hold them up.  Ryan quickly pulled off the boy's shirt, by which
time, Tyler had his arms again.  Ryan grabbed some rope that was lying on
the ground and began to tie Lucas' wrists together.

"Hey what are you doing?"

"No talking unless we say so," Ryan said. The elder brothers led their
charge to a nearby tree, where they tied Lucas' bound wrists firmly to one
of the branches.  Ryan stood in front of the boy.  "First thing is birthday
beats," he said, smiling.  Lucas heard a swishing sound and felt a branch
whip him across his bare back.  He cried out.

"That hurt!  This isn't funny guys!"  Ryan slapped him.

"Didn't I say no talking?"  The tears started, but Lucas remained quiet.
Ryan continued to stand in front of him, while Tyler, behind him, wielded
the switch.  Lucas noticed that the fingers of Ryan's right hand had
slipped inside the flap of his boxers, and was fondling himself while he
watched Ryan receive his remaining eleven cuts.  The switch stung, and
Lucas took deep breaths to keep himself from crying, though he could not
completely block the tears.

Ryan took his fingers out of his shorts, and they glistened.  He held the
sticky fingers up to Lucas' mouth.  "Lick it," Ryan said.  Not wanting
another slap, Lucas opened his mouth slightly, and Ryan rubbed his fingers
on the boy's lips.  Lucas' tongue came out and tasted the salty, clear
slime that came from Ryan's shorts.

The elder brothers swapped places and this time Lucas watched Tyler fondle
himself underneath his shorts as he endured another twelve whacks.  The
stuff on Tyler's fingers tasted the same, though a bit less salty.  Lucas
was at least glad they were not making him eat worms.  When the beating was
over, they stood on either side of him, their hands on his chest and back,
and they leaned in and kissed both his cheeks at the same time.

Ryan stood directly in front of Lucas.  With a finger he traced the outline
of the jeans' crotch.

"Did you feel any of that?" Ryan asked Lucas.  Not sure if he was allowed
to speak yet, Lucas shook his head.  "Didn't think so." Ryan smirked, and
turned to Tyler, who smiled back at him.  Ryan, very gently, pulled down
the zipper of Lucas' new jeans.  He reached in slowly with two fingers,
caressed Lucas' shorts for a few moments, and then entered the flap,
finding the boy's sex and coaxing it out.  He pulled it out through the
hole of the boy's pants first gently, and then grasping it more firmly,
continued to pull.  It was not very long, and very little of it came
through, but Ryan continued to pull until Lucas cried out.

Tyler came closer and looked at the tip of his little brother's penis.  It
was covered with the foreskin, and barely came out of the jeans.  Tyler
pushed his own fingers in there, and felt around the base of the boy's
cock.  He turned to Ryan.

"No hair," he said.  He felt lower, found the boy's testicles, and without
hesitation squeezed them.

"Ow!" Lucas cried quickly.  Tyler let him go, and together, the elder
brothers took one nipple each and squeezed them hard.  More tears began to
fall down Lucas' face.  All three boys were covered in sweat.

"I think we've tortured him enough," Ryan said to Tyler.  Tyler nodded his
head, and together they undid the rope and let Lucas down from the tree.
Lucas rubbed his wrists, looked up at his brothers and smiled.

"Well, there is one last thing, but this is the fun part," Tyler said to
Lucas.

"Take off your jeans," Ryan said.  Lucas knew that this was no time to
disobey, so he immediately and nervously did as he was told.  "Good, now on
three, we all drop our shorts, ok?  One, two, three."

Ryan and Tyler pushed their boxers to the ground.  They were smooth boys,
aside from the patches of hair down there.  They were both erect, and Ryan
was full sized, Tyler half sized.  Lucas' turtle, by contrast, had
retreated completely into its shell.  It was small, skinny, and smooth.
Ryan and Tyler held out their hands, said come on, and the three boys
walked back around the house and out towards the dock.

They sat in the heat, facing the lake, Ryan on the left, Tyler on the right
and Lucas in the middle.

"Pull back your skin, show us your head," Ryan said.

"Don't be shy little bud," Tyler encouraged.  Lucas did as he was told,
pulling the foreskin back and holding it.  Ryan and Tyler took turns
lightly squeezing the head until the boy became hard.  Lucas became even
redder.

"Now put your hands around our dicks, and start stroking them, ok?"  Lucas
nodded, and did as he was told.  He began to stroke his brothers' erections
slowly.  The elder brothers leaned over, and began kissing and licking
Lucas' neck while they were pleasured.  They continued taking turns
fondling Lucas' little stiffie, and then they came while Ryan started to
bite Lucas' ear.

The Gordon boys' seed leaked onto Lucas' hands.

"Rub that onto yourself," Ryan instructed the boy.  Lucas looked up at him,
unsure of the why or the consequence of this instruction.  "Go head, trust
me," Ryan smiled.  Lucas nodded, and did as he was told.  He began to
stroke himself with his brothers' come.  All three boys glistened from
sweat in the sunlight, and Lucas' cock shone now with his brothers' come.
The older boys watched, smiling.

It did not take long to dry.  The boy's fingers and foreskin began to get
stuck.

"Don't stop," Tyler instructed him.

"Yeah," Ryan said, "you've got to finish."  Both of his brothers smiled at
him, and Lucas' sensitive skin was becoming sore, but he continued to
stroke.  He grimaced as he masturbated, finding it difficult to find
pleasure.  He felt his brothers lean over again--Ryan began to lick his
neck, Tyler began to fondle his nipples.  Lucas felt a surge of pleasure
shoot through the dry come on his cock, and he smiled a little bit,
enjoying himself, even enjoying the pain.  And then he felt a pleasure he
had never felt before.  He finished with nothing coming out, but still a
burst of pleasure.

He moaned as he pulled his stuck fingers off his dick, the skin stretching,
like pulling off a bandaid.  He felt his brothers' hands patting his back.

"Now we're all in it together," Ryan said.

"Any time you want, you can hang out with us," Tyler said.  The three naked
boys jumped off the dock into the cool water, and swam as brothers through
the lake.

The End
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