Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 19:09:54 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Where's My Present? story

                       WHERE'S M Y PRESENT?
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[Note: This story involves an adult-aged boy and his underaged brother
having a sexual encounter. As always, my stories are fantasies with no
basis in reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly
defined border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy
these sort of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own
life. But if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and
read no further. I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay
so prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go
too far for you.]

     When I got out of my class, I went running to where my buddies were
waiting. "Are you ready to go?" I asked them.
     "Sure, let's go!" Darren and Trevor ran with me to our bikes and we
got on and went racing toward my home. It was a cold, frost-bitten day but
we didn't care just then, and our exercise made us more than warm during
the ride.
     It was two weeks until Christmas, but that wasn't what had us riding
so fast, or in a way, it was. The thing was, my mother had gone to the mall
to do her Christmas shopping today, the only time so far this year she had
gone without taking my older brother and me, and I was certain that the
reason was that she had gone to pick up my prime present for this year. A
brand new Playstation! I'd been using an older Playstation for years now,
and couldn't even buy games for it any more, not the good ones, anyhow, and
had been begging Mom and Dad for about four or five months (ever since I
didn't get it for my birthday back in August, actually) to buy it for me
for Christmas, and if she did, they didn't have to get me anything else,
nothing at all! I'd even mentioned it to both sets of grandparents, not
that I expected them to buy it for me (but you never know) but so they
could tell Mom and Dad it was what I was really wanting.
     So if Mom had bought the Playstation for me, she would have gotten it
for me today. So I was going home with my friends to see if we could find
it (Mom always hid our presents until Christmas morning, but I could
usually find them) and if the box was the right size and shape, then we
could know that she'd gotten me the game. And Darren and Trevor could come
over and we could play games after school and on weekends. Their families
didn't have a lot of money. My family wasn't that much better off, I know,
but they could buy me a Playstation for Christmas. I hoped! I wasn't sure,
but if I could see that box, no matter how it was wrapped, I could know if
it was a Playstation or not.
     My bike ride home took a while, we lived almost two miles from the
school. My big brother Kevin was luckier, he not only had a car, but his
school was only six blocks from home. He always beat me home from school
each day and would never, never give me and my friends a ride home after
school, even though he could have. It sucks having a big brother so much
older than me, Kevin would be going to college when he graduated next
spring. If he went to college, he was a football player and baseball player
and some basketball as well, but his grades weren't nearly as good as mine.
     I got home with my friends and we got there and first thing was to
find Mom. I'd get some clues from her, Mom was lousy at keeping
secrets. Like when I asked her where she hid my presents, she always looked
in the right direction of where she'd hidden them, whether up in the attic,
down in the basement, or whatever. Ask her two or three times in different
places, and it was like having a road map to the hiding place.
     Mom was in the kitchen, doing some preliminary work for supper,
peeling potatoes. She looked at me with an odd look of triumph. "Hi, Mom!
Did you go shopping today?" I asked.
     "You know I did." Mom said, her knife slowly peeling the potato in her
hand.
     "Did you get me anything?" I said.
     "Yes, and before you ask, I don't know where it's hidden this year."
     "What?"
     "I gave your present to Kevin to hide for me. You always find my
hiding places, so I figured this year, I'd let someone else hide it." She
looked from my flummoxed face to my friends. "And you and your friends will
just have to wait until Christmas to see what it is." And that look of
triumph on her face grew stronger.
     I retreated ingloriously from the field of battle. I didn't know what
to do next. With my friends, I went up to my room. Kevin's room was next
door, it was booming out loud rock music, not the kind you can dance to,
but the stuff that sounds like people yelling angrily about everything. It
suited my mood right then, and the wall cut it down to a dull racket
anyhow. My buddies and I made a huddle of combat.
     "How am I going to get Kevin to tell me where my present is?" I moaned
to start the meeting. "He thinks it's funny to make me miserable!"
     "We'll have to convince him to tell us." Darren agreed. "Maybe if we
tickle him and tickle him until he tell us?"
     "Kevin's not ticklish. Or not that ticklish." I said. "We have to do
something else."
     "Give him a noogie? Or an Indian burn?" Darren went on.
     "We do that, he does it to me three times as bad." I said. "Whatever
we pick is going to have to work."
     Trevor had been quiet. "I got an idea." He said, then no more.
     "Come on, what is it?" I pushed him.
     "Yeah, give it."
     "We could...we could torture him to tell us." Trevor said.
     "Torture?" I tasted the word, didn't like it.
     "We can't torture anyone!" Darren burst out. "Not even to find out
what Billy is getting for Christmas!"
     "Well, it's not entirely torture." Trevor said. "My brother and his
girlfriend were doing it." His brother Martin was seventeen, nearly as old
as Kevin. "They were in bed and she started doing something to him and he
moaned out, "Oh, God, you're torturing me, girl! You're fucking torturing
me!"
     I considered this. "Do you think we can do what she was doing? Do you
think Kevin would tell us if we do it to him?"
     "She let go of him and said, So can we go to Chez Pierre Luis on
Saturday?' and Martin said, Yeah, yeah, anything, just finish me off!"
     I considered this, as did my buddies. "It's worth a shot." I finally
agreed. "And if it doesn't work, sounds like Kevin wouldn't turn around and
do it to me, only worse." My last "Indian burn" from Kevin was still far
too clear in my memory, I had done him barely, no marks, and he had left a
red mark on my arm that lasted more than a week. Mom had been mad at Kevin,
but I didn't think that would stop him from doing it again if he decided
to.
     "Okay, we'll try it." I said and with my friends, we plotted out how
to do it best.
     I wasn't supposed to go into Kevin's room, but he didn't have a lock
on the door to stop me, so we burst in. As I'd hoped, Kevin was sprawled
out on his bed, listening to the racket he called music, wearing only a
pair of shorts and t-shirt as usual. He didn't even hear us open the door
at first, and we were all the way in before he looked up to see us
approaching him on the bed.
     That made taking him down easy. Trevor and Darren got hold of his
arms, one to each, and they had him pinned down while I got hold of his
legs. Kevin is a big, burly hulk of a big brother, but though he squirmed
desperately, he couldn't get loose.
     "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kevin groaned.
     "Where'd you hide my Christmas present!" I demanded. "Where?"
     "None of your business!" Kevin didn't try to pretend he didn't know,
at least. That saved some time.
     "Tell me!"
     "No way! Mom told me to hide it and not tell her and not tell you and
not tell anyone! And that's how it'll be. I'll get it out on Christmas
morning and not before. You're going to wait until Christmas to get your
present this year, sport!"
     "You'd better tell me!" I threatened him.
     "Let me go, or I'll give you something worse than socks for
Christmas. I'll give you a set of lumps bigger'n crabapples!" That was a
line our grandfather had taught us.
     "Last chance to tell me before I start in!" I warned him.
     "No fucking way." Kevin squirmed harder than ever.
     And I pulled his shorts down and there was my big brother's cock. My
God, it was big! Bigger than anything I'd ever seen or imagined!
     "What are you weirdos doing?" Kevin demanded.
     "Going to make you talk." I said.
     "How you going to do that?" Kevin sounded intimidated. I hardly
recognized the tone, I'd heard it so rarely. I had him scared.
     "Like this." I told him and I took his cock in my hand, all limp and
soft as it was, and I began to play with it, moving my hand back and forth
as best I could. It wasn't hard, but it stiffened up rapidly, and then I
could move my hand faster. I began to pump on Kevin's cock and Kevin
grunted.
     "What are you doing?"
     "We're going to make you talk." Trevor told him. "Billy's going to
pump your cock until you tell him where his present is hidden. Better if
you give up and tell him right now. Where is it?"
     "You bunch of little perverts!" Kevin grunted. "Get your filthy hands
off me, little brother, or I'm going to tell Mom!"
     "Go ahead and tell her." I said bravely, continuing to pump on his
dick. "But first, you're going to tell me where you hid my present!"
     "Yeah, come on, tell him, tell him!" Trevor went on.
     "Yeah!" Darren added.
     "You bunch of freaking, uh! Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!" Kevin groaned. "Oh,
shit, that's feeling so good, shit!"
     "You like this?" I asked.
     "Yeah, oh, God, fuck, yeah, little brother! Come on, pump my cock,
pump it harder, faster, uhhhh, uh, yeah, uhhhh!" His cock was getting even
harder, and a slimy trail of clear liquid was oozing down over my
hand. Felt really sticky.
     "You like it?" Trevor asked. He puzzled, then he said, "Oh, I get
it. You're using your hand, Billy. Martin's girlfriend used her
mouth. Trying doing that with your mouth instead. I bet that'll hurt him."
     "Yeah, use your mouth, little brother." Kevin groaned. "Ahhh, shit!
This is so fucking hot!"
     I looked at my big brother's cock. It was bigger than ever, it stuck
over my hand a long ways, I could have put both hands on it and there would
have been as much left over. The tip of it was reddish in color, and the
head had a lot of little squarish bumps all over it, like it was swelling
so much it was about to burst.
     I put my tongue on that head and it was all spongy and the squarish
bumps sort of sucked all my saliva off my tongue, so I moved my mouth and
worked up more. That made my lips worm all over Kevin's dong and Kevin
moaned.
     "Oh, yeah, little brother, come on, suck it for me, suck on it. Awwww,
maaaaaan!" Kevin groaned and he bucked his hips upwards so hard, it shoved
his cock into my mouth too deep, enough to make me choke, and I had to let
go and cough a while.
     "Oh, God, come on, little brother, get back to sucking my cock!" Kevin
babbled. "Come on, Billy, suck my fat dong, come on, please, little
brother, please!"
     "If he does, will you tell him where you hid his present?" Trevor
asked quickly.
     "I can't tell him."
     "Then he's not going to suck you anymore."
     "Oh, God, oh, Gooooood!" Kevin moaned. "If I tell you, Mom's going to
loooose it! I prooooomised her."
     "Then I guess we'd better just let you go." Trevor said. "Too bad, you
looked like you were enjoying having Billy suck your cock."
     "I did, I did." Kevin moaned, panted heavily. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh,
God!"
     "Tell him, then, tell him!"
     "Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow." Kevin offered. "Right after
school. Okay, will that work? Okay?"
     "Why tomorrow?" Trevor asked suspiciously.
     "Becau--.... Oh, God!" Kevin moaned, because I was sucking him
again. Trevor would have argued forever, but I knew Mom would be checking
on things before long, and I did NOT want her to catch me sucking on
Kevin's dick. And I could wait for a day. Why not? I began to suck and
Kevin soon was moaning harder than ever.
     "Oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna come, little brother, I'm going to shoot!
I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kevin groaned out.
     "What's he mean, he's going to shoot?" Darren asked. I didn't know
either.
     Well, I found out. Kevin groaned some more, and then he squirted some
hot stuff out of his cock that surprised the heck out of me! I got a big
glob of it in my mouth and down my throat, and I yanked my mouth off
Kevin's cock and more of that sticky gooey stuff splatted me in the
face. It was hot, it was salty and the taste in my mouth was salty and
tasted...tasted wonderful! I opened my mouth, tongue open, and the last
flying blob of it landed on my tongue and I drew my tongue back in and just
savored the heavy, musky taste. It tasted like Kevin, tasted like
everything I wanted to be when I grew up. Just like Kevin.
     "Wow!" Darren marveled. "That was neat! I didn't know it'd do that!"
     "I'd heard Martin talk about coming hard once." Trevor admitted. "But
I didn't know what he meant by it."
     "What's it taste like?" Darren asked me.
     "It tastes good!" I agreed. "Real good!"
     Darren reached a hand toward my face, I pulled away but all Darren did
was brush a finger over my cheek and pull it away again with some of
Kevin's come on it, and he put it in his mouth. "Hey, that is good."
     I lifted my hand, which had continued to hold Kevin's prong at its
base and had caught some of the stuff that had dribbled off when the big
blasts had ended, and I licked it off.
     "You should try some of it." Darren said to Trevor. "It's really
good!"
     Trevor demurred, but Darren and I between us licked all of Kevin's
spunk off my face. Kevin was all sweaty and worn out and we three boys just
got off the bed and left him where he was.
     "Why did you start sucking him again?" Trevor demanded. "He's not
going to tell you tomorrow. Or he'll move it before tomorrow. You've been
tricked. You'll see, you won't get that present until Christmas."
     "Kevin's not a liar." I defended my big brother. "It's why I got back
to sucking on him."
     My friends left soon after that, I think they were mad at me, at least
Trevor was. Darren had it in mind, I think, to see what his own older
brother could do for him in terms of getting more of that come to drink.
     The next day, I knocked on Kevin's door. He told me to come in and I
went in and he was lying on his bed the same as before. "So where's my
present?" I asked him.
     "When Mom gave it to me yesterday, I put it in my closet over there."
Kevin indicated. "On the floor on the left."
     I went to his closet and began to dig in the left-hand
side. Nothing. "It's not here."
     "Of course not." Kevin said. "I moved it today."
     I turned to look at him, and he had stripped himself naked and his
cock was erect. "If you suck my cock again, I'll tell you tomorrow where it
is." And he grinned.
     I don't think he really expected me to do it, but I went over and
climbed on his bed and caught hold of him. "Okay, then, you tell me
tomorrow where it is." and I began to suck on him again.
     We had two weeks until Christmas. My guess is that Kevin figured on
trying to keep tricking me into sucking his cock all the way up until
Christmas, and after that, try to come up with some other way to get me to
suck him. And that was all right with me.
     I'd have to wait until Christmas to see if I got my Playstation. But
getting the hot, white stuff Kevin kept hidden in his cock was almost as
good!

                             THE END
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