Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 12:19:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Browning <westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com>
Subject: There's a problem with Logan, part 3

The entire work is fabricated, and I am the writer.  My first sexual
experience was with a cousin.  We were both underage, and while we both
enjoyed our times I do not condone sexual play with minors.  I would love
to hear what my readers think.  My name is Tom.  Reach out to me at:
westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com

Todd had let things get out of hand. The 16-year-old high school sophomore
and one time boy scout thought he had everything under control. But by the
looks of things, things were spiraling out of control.

"East, East, East," Todd muttered.  He was laid back in his bed, covered by
a thin blanket.

His room was a modest affair: a desk, a chair, and a bed. He had sports
posters, some certificates, two trophies for baseball and the medal for
track. There were three books, a backpack and a lamp atop of the desk. Out
of place were Logan's slippers near the door.

Todd opened his mouth, and fluttered his eyes. He was exhausted. The
teenager searched his desk. What time is it? He had been at this for only
24 min. and he was ready to call it quits. All he had to do was say the
word.  He focused this thoughts on the sensations.  He liked this feeling,
and he'd felt it before, earlier.

"S-s-south!" The a teenager shouted across his dark room. That wasn't the
word that could end all the feelings. But Todd didn't want that. Not
really. He looked at his headboard and the four gummy bears stuck there.
They formed a ragged little line.

"South, South, South," Todd yelped as another way you have spasms ripped
through his lean body. He was nearly done.

He could hear his brother now. Low, wet sounds at his brother lapped and
lapped and lapped. And Todd knew this was not normal. The seven year old's
sounds were like a hungry, feral animal.  Logan was a prodigy, Todd had
discovered for himself. He wasn't sure what to do with this information.

"West," Todd commanded in a voice that was not his own, it was deeper, more
guttural. He was so so close.  He leaned forward, pushing his groin up, and
out.

"West, West," he repeated, like he just discovered a new word. And then it
was over.

He began to unload. Compared to the first time this was a lot different. In
the TV room he'd unloaded with the aid of Logan into his sweatpants. This
time Logan was sucking him off. The little one was not only able to make
Todd cum, he'd begun gobbling up the evidence. Logan is doing that
now. Gobbling up Todd's watery sauce. The older brother readied the next
gummy bear; this would make five. A new record.

At first, Todd had been afraid for the young boy to eat the fluid.  Little
kids aren't supposed to eat that junk, it could stunt their growth or
something. Previously, he'd had stopped the boy, but Logan had a taste for
it and he seemed love it. In carefully crafted experiments Todd had fed his
little brother gradually larger and larger doses. Hence the gummy bears.

The gummy bears were Logan's idea. Each successive load the older boy would
add a bear to his headboard. Like keeping score.  A tally board.  It was
like a game and Tood loved to play as much as Logan.  Usually the younger
boy got the gummies afterward, much like a reward.

Todd shook off the last remnants of his orgasm and carefully removed a
candy from the bag. He licked the back and stuck it to the headboard. The
mound beneath the blanket moved. The older boy helped by pulling out the
blanket.  Once free, Logan came up for air.  Sticking up his little head,
he steadied himself, placing his hands--one on each of his older brother's
thighs.  Todd marveled at how little the boy looked in comparison to his
own growing body.  He dwarfed the boy.  And that made him feel guilty.

"You've got good with your directions," Todd said proudly. But the little
boy said nothing.  The directions had also been Logan's ideas: the younger
brother was learning them at school.  He'd instructed his older brother to
steer him with the commands of directions.  This way Tood could direct the
younger one's attentions.  As if he needed any help.

Logan silently padded toward the door. Left foot and right, he put on his
slippers and open the door. Todd was confused and you gave his brother a
puzzled look.

"You made it to five this time," the older brother beamed. This was really
something.  To show his admiration he waved his hand and pointed at the
bears. They were really trophies... Trophies of the loads that the tyke had
taken this night. A record the older boy was surprised by. But Logan, while
smiling, seemed unmoved.

Standing by the door, hand on the knob, the little boy smiled widely at his
brother. Logan opened his mouth. His bubblegum pink tongue emerged slowly,
and he wagged it lewdly at his brother. Todd's mouth went dry as he looked
at Logan.

Slowly sloshing side to side was a perfect pearl of cum perched atop a
bubblegum pink tongue. It was a tiny little globe, yellowy-white.  Todd sat
transfixed to the boy's mouth, mesmerized by the mouthful he'd given his
younger sibling. Why hadn't the boy swallowed it? Why was he saving it? Did
Logan relish the milky fluid he drained out of his brother nightly?

And just like that Logan gulped down, smiled back at the teen.
Simultaneously turned on and horrified, Todd's member stirred. Losing their
sticky, two of the gummy bears fell to his bed.  He began to say something.
And just as quickly Logan slipped out of his bedroom and into the hallway,
leaving the older boy alone, and hard again.