Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2016 04:01:00 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Finger Suck (Revised)

FINGER SUCK
By Zachyboy
t/b, oral, anal

Author's Note: In the winter of 2015, I wrote four stories under the pen
name Jared Dreamer, and this is one of them. The Nifty archivist has been
kind enough to help me move those stories from the now-defunct Jared
Dreamer byline over here to the still-active Zachyboy stable.

This one's a little bit funny and a little bit pervy, with a little bit of
love at the end. If reading such a story is illegal where you live or
offends you, then don't read such a story.

While I was dusting this one off, I also took the liberty of adding a
couple thousand words to it. My alter-ego left it unfinished, and sometimes
a man with a split personality has to step up. In your face, Other-Me.

Meanwhile, Nifty still needs our help keeping the lights on and the bills
paid, so be a good sport and kick in a twenty for all the times they helped
you expel that big old load you've been carrying around in your tasty
testenheimers.

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Fingers out. Standby cocks. On with the show.

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When we were kids, my little brother Remmy invented this game he called
Finger Suck.

I was 14 and Remmy was 10.

He was a little game freak. He had tons of games in a big wooden chest in
his room: board games, card games, he even subscribed to "Games" magazine,
and did all the puzzles and brainteasers.

He always wanted me to play games with him, but after a certain age, you're
just not into Mouse Trap and Operation anymore, you know?

We'd messed around the whole year before Finger Suck.

I'd sucked his little cock, which he liked a lot. He sucked mine back,
which he liked a little less. And I'd even fucked him up the ass part way
in a somewhat failed, painful and aborted attempt, which he didn't care for
at all. But the point is, we'd already at least pulled our pants down and
messed around a few times. He just wasn't exactly a fan of it yet.

One day he came up to me and said, "Come on, Ryder, play Clue with me."

"No," I told him. "Clue takes too long."

"Aw, come on. I know you wanna fuck Miss Scarlett."

"No," I repeated. "Clue is stupid."

He sighed. Kicked at the carpet.

"You never want to play games anymore," he grumbled. "You used to play
games with me all the time. Now you're too old." He said the word "old"
with a whine, a sarcastic sneer. "Now you're too busy jacking off and
thinking about girls to play games anymore."

"Ha," I laughed drolly, rolling my eyes. We both knew I thought about girls
about two times a year, and only when forced. "Invent a game where I get to
try to fuck your little ass again and I'll play it with you every day and
every night."

Well, that's all it took to challenge him.

He went back to his room, got out a piece of paper, a pencil, and the dice
from the Monopoly board, and came back an hour later with a smile in his
eye and the rules in his hand.

That very evening, Finger Suck was born.

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The rules were simple.

You used the two dice from the Monopoly game, and depending on what you
rolled, you got to do certain stuff to him, or he did certain stuff to you.

You got one roll per day automatically, usually after school before Mom got
home, but sometimes the game resumed at bedtime if you didn't get a chance
for your afternoon session, but then you had to be super quiet and really
fast and make sure the door was locked. Afternoon sessions were way better
than bedtime sessions because when Mom wasn't home you could take your time
and be as loud and as dirty as you wanted to.

You could earn extra dice rolls sometimes by doing things for him. Like if
you did his chores or took an extra night of dishes or something, he might
let you have an extra roll that day. Bonus round, he called it. He always
paid the bonuses sort of grudgingly, especially if you rolled the bigger
numbers, but he stayed true to his word and paid his penalties in return
for the chores.

Also, if you rolled doubles, you got to roll again right after you did your
first thing to him and then you got a free coupon to do the next thing to
him whenever you wanted to cash it in. You could use it right away, or save
it up and do it later. You could save up as many coupons as you wanted. You
could bank them.

You could also buy an extra dice roll if you wanted, but it cost you one
night of TV picks and your whole allowance that week. So, that was
expensive. You didn't want to buy extra rolls too often unless you were
really, really super horny that day. Those cost a lot.

You also got an extra free roll on Christmas and your birthday. And also
one on the last day of school, to celebrate.

You could also do a free 6 on him any time you wanted, but we'll get to
that in a minute.

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Low numbers were finger sucks. Middle numbers were cock sucks. High numbers
were butt stuff.

I'm not really sure why he called the game Finger Suck, since actual finger
sucks were only a third of the rolls, and on the lower end, too. But hey,
his game, his rules, his name, fine with me. I was just happy to keep on
rolling.

If you rolled a 2, that was snake eyes, awful, worst roll ever. You were
shit out of luck for sex stuff that day, and you had to go and play a
regular game with him. Sorry or Yahtzee or some lame thing. He got to pick.

If you rolled a 3: Finger Suck He sits on the bed naked, sucking his own
finger while you watch him suck it and you stand in front of him and jack
off and cum on his dick and balls, but you can't touch it or lick it
off. He just wipes it off with his hand and you're done. You also have to
play a regular game with him then. Those were the breaks in Finger Suck. I
played a lot of fucking board games after the low rolls.

Roll a 4: Finger Suck. Same thing as rolling a 3, only he sucks on his own
finger and your finger too, switching off. Only this time when you stand in
front of him jacking off, you get to cum on his lips (not actually inside
his mouth, just on his lips), and he'll lick it off and eat it. You also
have to play a regular game with him afterwards (yawn).

Roll a 5: Finger Suck. This time, he sucks his finger and pushes it in and
out of his own ass while you jack him off. After he's done cumming and
takes his finger out of his ass, you have to suck on his ass finger while
you jack off and cum on his cock. You can eat your own cum off his
cock. You don't have to play a regular game with him anymore after 5 and
above.

6: Cock Suck. You suck his cock until he gets his feeling. You can jack off
anywhere on him, but he won't eat it.

7: Cock Suck. He sucks your cock until you get your feeling and you cum in
his mouth and he eats it. He also lets you kiss him on 7's. Lucky 7's he
calls them, so you get lucky. You get to make out a lot after he eats your
cum. French kiss for as long as you want, but only one cum load.

8: Cock Suck. 69. You get to suck each other's cocks at the same time and
cum in each other's mouths and eat it. If the day of the week has an 8 in
it, you get to do it twice. Rolling an 8 on the 8th, 18th or 28th was
fucking excellent. He called it a Double Play.

9: Butt Stuff. You get to eat his butt, but you can't put anything inside
it except your tongue. Or (second option), he can eat your butt while you
jack off, and he will also finger your butt if you want him to. That one
was always a tough call.

10: Butt Stuff. You get to eat his butt first. Then you get to finger fuck
him. Then you get to make out with him while you finger fuck him. Then he
sucks your cock for 10 seconds. Ten for Ten he calls it. Then you get to
jack off and cum on his dick and balls and eat it back off.

11: Butt Stuff. You get to eat his butt first. Then you get to finger fuck
him. Then he sucks your cock until it's ready to blow, no matter how long
it takes. You want to hold back, because he'll go forever if you need him
to. Then he lifts his legs in the air and you get to cum on the outside of
his asshole (but not stick your dick inside him), then you get to poke your
cum up his asshole with your finger until it's all inside him. He liked
11's. He made a lot of happy noises during 11's.

Double 2's, 3's, 4's of 5's, roll again, and you get a coupon for the
second thing to do right away or cash in later.

12: Boxcars. Double 6's. You get to do anything you want to him. Anything
at all for as long as you want. And when you're ready to end, you get to
butt-fuck him and cum in him. Double 6's was the best roll of all.

Like I said, I have no idea why he called the game Finger Suck, unless it
was because when you got those lower rolls, it sucked, because mostly he
only did stuff with your fingers, and then you had to play a real game with
him afterwards. In other words – finger? Suck! Kind of like booby prize,
only no boobs. Just fingers. And compared to everything else, fingers
sucked.

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But honestly? Jesus, I loved watching Remmy suck his own finger. He was so
fucking hot at it, he'd drive you crazy with lust. You'd watch him suck it,
jack off over him, and you'd come in an instant. It was that hot to watch.

For example, the first time we played, wouldn't you know it, I rolled a 3,
and I looked at the rules and thought, well fuck, this isn't going to be
any fun.

"You mean I just watch you suck your finger, jack off, shoot my wad on your
cock, and that's it? Nothing else? I can't even suck anything back off
again or feed it to you or anything?"

"That's it," he nodded. "That all you get for a 3."

"Well, Jesus," I told him. "That's dumb. I don't want to play."

"Oh well," he shrugged casually. "Then I guess you don't get to butt fuck
me if you come back tomorrow and roll a 12."

Grrrr. He had to throw that in there.

I grumbled and thought of walking away, but eventually said "fine" and
pulled down my pants to jack off, because what the fuck, I needed to cum
after school anyway, and I might as well get a free show, if that's all a 3
got me.

But boy, did I underestimate a 3.

First of all, Remmy took all his clothes off. Every piece. Every
stitch. And oh my God, let me tell you how beautiful Remmy looked bare
naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking on his own sexy little
finger.  Fuck.

Remmy is ten. He has beautiful brown eyes. Beautiful swirly short hair. Not
a buzzcut, not long, just perfectly short and combed to the side. It's
always a little messy and a day away from being clean.

He has big ears, but not too big. He has a perfectly shaped, just slightly
upturned nose. Small lips that look perfect stretched around a cock. Soft,
peach-colored lips.

A beautiful collar bone. Slim, naked shoulders. Dime-sized pink-orange
nipples. A completely hairless-V.

And his little cock.

Oh God, his little cock.

It's small, even for a 10-year-old. It's probably not even 3 inches, even
when it gets hard. Like a thumb, only smaller.

And when he gets a boner, it doesn't even jut up. It just pokes straight
out.

So to see him there on the side of the bed, sitting there, looking up at
you with those seductive brown eyes, his long, just-a-little-bit-dirty
forefinger pulling down his pouty lower lip and resting on his own tongue,
while meanwhile, you can stare at his totally hairless pubic region, his
tiny hard cocklet, sticking straight out at you like a pointer, seemingly
nestled right dead center in his tiny tight ball sack right underneath.

Man. He's a fucking beauty. You stare at that picture for more than two
minutes jacking off and I dare you not to cum. It took me just about to
minutes to lose my load, looking at him on the edge of my bed, sucking his
own finger seductively like that.

When he knew I was getting close, he made soft "mmmm" sounds at the end and
sucked his finger even more seductively, like he was sucking a penis.

When he heard me breathing heavy and saw me start to shake, he whispered,
"Cum on my dickie, Ry. Shoot it on my hard cock."

I did.

"NNNNGGGH!!!!!" I grunted and I coated him.

Little cock, little balls, hairless, perfect and now wet with my cum.

He wiped it off with his hand, rubbed it on his bare leg, and left me
standing there shaking and oozing, saying, "Okay, now you have to play Clue
with me."

And fuck it, I realized as I pulled my pants up. Rules were rules and I
didn't renege.

I hoped for a way better roll tomorrow.

And in the meantime, Colonel Mustard did it in the conservatory with a lead
pipe.

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The next day after school before mom got home, I rolled a 10.

And not only that, double 5's!

"YESSSSSSSS!" I hissed.

"UGH!" he muttered.

But rules were rules and he didn't renege.

The first part of a 10 said I got to eat out his butthole, which I'd only
done one other time last year, because he giggled too much.

"How do you want me?" he said, shucking off his clothes and lifting his
legs up for me. "On my back, or doggie style."

"Doggie style," I said quickly, and he hopped up in the bed to comply.

Oh Lord, if I could only explain the taste of Remmy's young ass. Coconut
and Coppertone. Something greasy and lotiony and tropical, but something
bitter too. It's hard to explain. Strong and sharp, like biting a coffee
bean. But something that smells like a tropical fruit cup. That's
it. Tropical fruit Lifesavers when you get to the coconut one that nobody
likes. But I liked it just fine. And I did it for about ten minutes. And he
stopped giggling after the first 30 seconds.

Then I got to finger fuck him.

"Ow," he said when it first went in, but then I lubed it with a lot more
spit and his "ow" turned into "oh," then "ooh," then REALLY "ooh." And I
stuck my finger in and out of his tight, hot butt for about two whole
minutes before he said, "Now I have to suck you. Ten for Ten."

He turned around. My finger popped out with a frustrating sigh. It looked
shiny and clean.

He turned around, faced my hard cock which looked red and impatient and
closed his mouth around it, sending shockwaves up my spine and the instant
comfort of his hot little mouth mating with my shaft.

His mouth was wet and full of spit. He sucked me expertly, bobbing up and
down, taking me deep back in my throat with an "mmmm" sound that hummed all
the way down to my balls, and slowly as I counted to ten in my mind –
please ten, come slower, please ten, come slower – sure enough, when ten
seconds had passed, he was instantly done. Instantly off me again.

"Ohhhhh, please Remmy," I begged him. "I'll do anything. Just finish
me. Pleeeeeeease."

"No," he shook his head. "Rules are rules."

I didn't renege. I wanted to cry, but I let him retreat.

He laid back down on the bed.

"Now you get to cum on my cock," he said.

And I looked down and his little cock was hard as a nail.

"Cum on my cock and then eat it back off," he whispered. "Those are the
rules."

Moaning in nearly aroused frustration, because God, I wanted to fuck him so
badly. Just turn him over and ram it up his shithole, instead I looked at
his beautiful little peter, spit on my hand, lined my dick up and
masturbated over him while he laid back with his eyes closed, running his
hand over his own chest, blissful and sleepy, listening to me stroke it.

"Oh fuck, Remmy," I whispered as a jacked off. "You're so fucking pretty,
man. I'm gonna cum on your cock. Gonna cum on your boner Oh fuck...oh
FUCK...OH ANNNGGGGHHHH!!!!"

And the cum blasted out of my dick and shot all over his dick and his baby
sack.

He smiled and he rubbed it onto his balls with his finger. Tiny little
marbles just swirling around.

"Eat it off," he commanded. "You gotta suck it off my dick now."

I leaned over and took his little dick and balls in my mouth, all in one
shot.

He was super hard, and I tasted the salty bleach of my own jizz as I ate it
off his dick and swallowed it down. It made the back of my throat feel numb
like it always did when I ate my own loads.

He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed up against me.

The rules didn't say anything about me sucking him off to a climax, but I
guess with his short stubby cock in my mouth, the rules had just been bent
a little.

He writhed and thrashed and pumped into my mouth, and in a minute or less
of me sucking and him wiggling, he suddenly tensed up and BAM, pulled my
head into him as far as he could, mashed his hairless stale-pissy-V in my
face and held me there, shaking and quivering in his own little
tingles. Dry as a bone and twitchy as Jesus.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "That was a good one."

We separated. Quickly got dressed, because Mom would be home in ten
minutes.

I was just about to go downstairs when he quickly reminded me, "Hey, you
got doubles. Roll again."

"Oh fuck!" I grinned. I almost forgot!

I took the dice, rubbed them between my hands, blew on them a little for
luck.

"Come on baby, boxcars, boxcars," I whispered. "I wanna fuck that ass."

He giggled.

I rolled.

A 2 and a 3.

5.

Finger Suck. He fingers his ass. Once again, I eat my cum off his cock. But
it might be interesting to watch him finger fuck himself. I'd like to see
that a lot, in fact.

"Not bad," I told him. "I'll take a coupon for later."

He quickly wrote one out on the back of an orange Monopoly Chance card.

"IOU one #5," it said. Signed with his initials, "RD."

I tucked it in my Velcro wallet and told him thanks for a good round.

"Your ass tastes really great down there, by the way," I told
him. "Whatever you're doing down there, keep it up."

"Thanks," he blushed. And that was it. The game was afoot.

I had a 5 in my pocket and another fresh roll tomorrow.

I was starting to like this game, I smiled, rubbing my cock through the
spit-dampened fabric of my undies.

I burped and tasted my own cum on my breath. My goopy white cum and his
pissy little boycock.

In the bedroom behind me, Remmy was pulling his pants up.

He smiled at me and I smiled back. He rubbed his cock and sucked his own
finger seductively at me, big brown eyes looking up, so teasingly, so
pretty.

Oh yeah.

I was gonna like Finger Suck just fine.

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Wouldn't you know it, the next time we played, I got snake eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" I grumbled. "That's impossible. Let me roll over! The
dice are crooked!"

And it was true. One of them had kind of rested up against his pillow a
little. I'd rolled them on his bed. I think strictly speaking, in technical
terms, that's a do-over. But nope. Remmy was strict. He shook his head no.

"Fair roll," he shrugged. "You get what you get."

So, with a serious pair of blue balls, I had to sit there on his bedroom
floor and play Yahtzee.

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So, last time you'll recall, I rolled a 3, which is a Finger Suck
roll. Remmy sat on his bed naked, sucked his own finger (which might not
seem like much, but trust me, watch him to it), then I got to stand in
front of him, jack off, cum on his dick and balls, and then he wiped it
off. No licking or sucking on a 3. Then I also had to play a regular game
with him, because well, he's Remmy, and he's game-crazy. The low rolls
don't get you much.

Next time we played, I got double 5's, and that was a hot one. High rolls
are Butt Stuff. I got to eat-out his butt hole, then I got to finger fuck
him, then I got to make out with him, then he had to suck my cock for ten
seconds. Ten for Ten he calls it. Then I got to jack off on his dick and
balls and eat it back off him. I'm a big fan of 10's, believe me.

Plus it was doubles, so I got to roll again for a coupon. I rolled a 2 and
a 3. That's a 5. Another Finger Suck roll, but a better one. For a 5, he
fingers his ass, then takes it out, then I have to suck on it while I jack
off on his cock. Then I think I eat it off his cock again. I'm a little
fuzzy on how that one ends. I don't have the rules in front of me.

Anyway, point being, after I rolled my snake eyes and sat there working on
a small straight and a full house, I could have whipped that coupon out,
yanked his pants down and told him, "get fingering, boy," but hey,
restraint, right? I might need that coupon for a rainy day. He beat me at
Yahtzee three games to two, but I still had a Finger Suck coupon tucked
away in my pants for a rainy day.

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The next day after school, oh mama, we were back in business.

"3 and a 4," he said. "That's a 7. Cock Suck. Lucky Sevens."

I rubbed my hands together. "YES!"

He rolled his eyes. "You don't even know what Lucky Sevens means, do you?"

"Refresh me," I said.

"You do NOT take this game seriously," he grumbled.

My hard dick in my pants begged to differ.

"A seven," he said, as if it were the most elemental thing on earth, "Is
where I suck your cock until you get your feeling."

"Oh YES!" I interjected.

"And then I swallow your cum," he added.

"Oh HELL yes!" I cheered.

"And then you also get to kiss me as much as you want. Lucky Sevens. You
can make out with me as long as you want after that. You know. French kiss
and everything. But you only get to make me eat one load of your cum."

"Sounds good to me!" I grinned, unlatching my belt and letting Ryder
Jr. out for a breath of fresh air.

"Jesus," he muttered. "Does that thing ever go down?"

"Nope!" I said happily. "So, let's get to work!"

Not one to welch on the rules, Remmy wiped the back of his hand across his
lips, took a deep breath and crossed himself for luck, and bent downstairs
to meet the Pope.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned. "That's it, Rem. Suck that juicy boner."

"Mmmphll mmmphll?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"I said, do you have to talk?" he repeated, coming up for air.

"Hey," I reminded him. "You made me play five games of Yahtzee yesterday
and I didn't even get a handjob. I'll talk as dirty as I want."

"Fine," he sighed, getting back to business.

"Aw, yeah," I told him. "You do that REAL good, Remmy. There's a mouth that
was born to do that, baby brother."

I purposely grabbed his head a little and forced it down. Purposely went a
little too deep in the poor little guy and make him gag. In a way I felt
bad, but in another way, well, fuck it. He got five large straights
yesterday.

"You ready to eat some cum?" I asked him. More of a whisper and a hiss.

He nodded his head and he kept on sucking.

I looked down in his pants and I could see his little dickie was hard.

He could pretend he was doing this out of required resignation, but his
10-year-old boy boner said otherwise.

"Then get ready for this load, you hot little dicksucker!"

I felt him shiver when I said it. He actually moaned and twitched and
shivered when I called him a dirty name, but then I was too far gone to
care.

"OHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!" I grunted, and I blew a wet hot one right straight
down his throat.

He did the 3G's – the gag, gulp and gobble – and he took that
14-year-old boy jizz just like the champion I always knew he could be.

He came up sputtering a little but no worse for the wear.

"Gross," he grumbled. "You taste like Grandma's homemade bread."

"Yeasty," I grinned. "Get it while it's hot."

He rolled his eyes.

"Now what?" I asked him. "There's something that comes next, right?"

He sighed again. "You really don't pay attention to the rules of this, do
you? You just want your cock sucked!"

"Well, duh," I told him. "I'm 14. What else would I want."

He shook his head. "Now it's Lucky 7's. Now you get to kiss me as much as
you want."

"Okay," I told him. "Fine. Whatever."

I think he put this part in for himself, because honestly, I'm not much of
a kisser.

But oh fuck, did I change my tune on that one.

We laid down on my bed, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and he
started fellating my tongue like it was 1944 and I was going off to war.

Wow, could that little kid kiss.

I guess I've never kissed my brother before. Not like that anyway. Not so
much, so hard, so wet and so long.

The kiss wasn't the only thing that quickly became prolonged. My dick was
standing straight up at attention and ready for round two in no time.

"Please," I whispered in his ear between kisses. "Please, Rem. Let me butt
fuck you. I'll do anything you say. Anything."

"Nope," he giggled. "You gotta roll a 12 for that, Ry."

"Fuck," I mumbled, helping myself to some more kisses. Truly, his dumb dice
had made me their bitch.

We sure enjoyed the kissing, though. Enjoyed it for another twenty-five
minutes, before we heard mom's car door slam and we had to break it off.

He hurried downstairs to greet her, and I stood in my bathroom on my
tippy-toes and jacked off into my sink.

I prayed to God for boxcars tomorrow. Where in the world do you buy loaded
dice? Amazon? eBay? Somebody help me. If I didn't get up that kid's asshole
with double sixes tomorrow, I was just going to sit down and cry.

I shot my second wad in the sink and hoped for brighter pastures tomorrow.

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I was tempted to use my 5 coupon before bed. At least I'd get to watch him
finger his ass, suck the flavor off him and cum on his nut sack. I was
sooooo horny for him, and any port in a storm. But no. I'd be strong. I'd
hang in there until tomorrow.

And holy fuck, I'm glad I did, because the very next day, I rolled an 11!

Do you hear me, people? I rolled an 11?

That's one point away from the Big Bejeezus! The Grand Fucking Poobah!

Eleven, eleven, e-mother-fucking-leven!

In case you're joining us late and too fucking lazy to go back to Chapter
One, rolling an 11 means WOO-HOO! Butt Stuff!

You get to eat his butt first. Then you get to finger fuck him. Then he
sucks your cock until it's ready to blow, no matter how long it takes. You
want to hold back, because he'll go forever if you need him to. Then he
lifts his legs in the air and you get to cum on the outside of his asshole
(but not stick your dick inside him), then you get to poke your cum up his
asshole with your finger until it's all inside him. (Next best thing to
fucking him. A hair away from the full glorious 12).

Oh Sweet 11! Bring it on, baby! Bring – it – on !

Well, what can I tell you about this one?

Remmy sure likes having his asshole licked and sucked, that much is clear
for starters. He moaned and cooed like a passel of pigeons when I got him
buns-up on my bed and started licking that little starfish that was four
years younger than mine.

I'm pretty sure for a lot of you it's been a while since you've licked a
10-year-old's butthole. If you've done it at all, it was probably back when
you were a kid, too. And if not, I don't know, maybe you're reading this on
your half-hour a month conjugal internet time in the state lockup, but
however long it's been for you, let me assure you, they still taste FINE.

Remmy's asshole tasted like the following things, in order:

Butterscotch candy.

Ear wax or dandelion stems.

Irish Spring soap.

Cinnamon sugar graham crackers.

Baby Ruth candy bars.

Pick one. Mix them all up. Now get a boner in your pants and imagine
licking them nonstop for fifteen minutes, because that's what I did.

Remmy was so horny by the time I'd licked his butt for fifteen minutes, I
honestly think I could have done anything to him.

I think if I would have put my cock in him right then, he would have thrown
the rule book right out of the window. He was moaning for it. Whimpering
for it. I saw a tear spill down the corner of his right eye while I ate
him.

But rules are rules and I am a gentlemen.

"Please, Ry," he begged. "Put your finger in me."

I pushed my forefinger into him and he opened up like a flower in
bloom. There was no resistance, no pressure. I just slid right into him.

I took my time, slowly finger fucking him in and out until it was time to
move on.

"Your cock,' he whispered. "Let me suck your cock."

I turned him around and I fed it to him. Slowly, with my hands on his head,
pushing it in and out of his pretty red lips.

His eyes were closed. His cock was rock hard. He was sucking me
desperately, hungry for something he didn't understand.

I grabbed his head hard and I fed it to him.

"MMMMPH!" I grunted quietly as I spermed in his little mouth.

He shook and he quivered and he gobbled as I filled him.

"That was wrong," he gasped as he swallowed my semen. "You were supposed to
pull out. You were supposed to finger it up my butthole. Shoot on my
outside. Finger it in me."

"I don't care," I whispered, hugging him to me. "I love you, Rem. I didn't
care about rules this time, okay? I just wanted it to be us."

He looked shell-shocked. Dazed.

"Okay," he said.

He took too breaths. Came down from the hot, gulping rawness of all of
this.

"Okay."

I hugged him to me and kissed him. Let him know my nearness. Tasted my own
cum on his tongue.

We laid like that, kissing. Breathing heavily. Sweet, sweating brothers.

An 11-roll. Done wrong, but oh, so right.

"You did the rules wrong," he giggled. "You forfeit your 5 coupon."

"Fine," I told him. "Just shut up and kiss me some more."

"Okay," he whispered. "I love you, Ry."

"I love you, Rem."

And we were like that for a while. No rules. Just boys.

Just brother and brother. Sex-tired. Cuddled.

Waiting for the next roll.

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It seems like all the rules got all mixed up after that. I didn't roll
boxcars until 17 days later, but in the interim, it was clear that Remmy
wanted me in, on, near, and around his butt hole as much as possible.

I rolled a 4 the next day, and technically, all he was supposed to do was
suck both our fingers and let me cum on his lips. Not even in his
mouth. Just on his lips. But he was having none of that.

"Lick my hole," he whispered as I was jacking off an aiming at his face.

"Are you sure?" I asked him. "It's not in the rules."

"Dealer's Choice Super Bonus," he whimpered. "Please, Ry. Lick my hole
while you jack off."

I laid down on the bed, still jacking, and Remmy squatted over my face,
literally pushing the sweet twitchiness of his baby pucker onto my face,
onto my mouth, onto my hungry lips and tongue.

"Oh yeah," he whimpered grinding it against me and jacking his own little
stiffy. "Lick it deeper, Ry."

I reached up with a spit-slick finger and started to finger fuck him while
I licked him. He let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure.

He jacked faster and his breathing quickened and his ass cheeks shuddered
and clenched and he seized up, and fired his blanks.

"Oh God," he whispered.

"Rem, I'm gonna cum." I warned him.

"On my hole," he whispered. "Shoot it on my hole."

Frantically, he scooted down and positioned his ass crack on top of my
dick. I was still jacking off for all I was worth, my hands now slamming
against his cheeks.

"Oh God, Oh God," I whispered.

He spread his ass cheeks apart and sat down on my dickhead, not enough for
my dick to go in, but enough for me to growl out a huge
NNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!! and cream my load into the spit-wet stickiness of his
still-twitching love button, nipping and snapping at my cockhead like a
little venus flytrap.

"Oh fuck, Rem," I gasped.

"It's so gushy," he giggled, wiggling on it.

I wanted to stick it inside him, but he wouldn't let me.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Bit my lower lip. Sucked my
tongue inside his mouth.

"I need to wipe my butthole," he giggled again, getting up and heading for
the bathroom.

"Oh, please Remmy," I begged. "Just let me do it to you tonight. Please,
Rem. I'll do anything. I'll play any games you want, forever."

"Nope!" he giggled. "Tomorrow's another day."

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I rolled and I rolled and I rolled again. 16 more days of torture.

6's two days in a row. Sucking his cock and jacking off on him. Only he
begged me to finger his butt while I sucked him.

Another damn 4, without the rimming this time. This time he wanted to eat
my cum while he fingered his own butt.

A couple of 3's. A couple of 8's.

Snakes eyes again that turned out hotter than anything, because he yelled
out, "I wish you'd just roll a 12 and fuck me! I don't want to play stupid
Monopoly."

He let me roll again. Ordered me to roll again. He wouldn't let me quit
rolling until I got a 10, which put my finger back up his butt.

"Please," he whimpered as he twisted back against me. "You gotta roll more
10's, Ry. You gotta get more coupons too."

He was almost incoherent that day. I couldn't help it. I licked his neck
and bit his earlobe.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Remmy. Please let me do it to you. I know you want it
in you."

He shook his head no and pulled away. "Not until you get a 12," he sighed,
and his voice actually sounded sad. On the verge of tears. It's gotta be a
12, Ry."

How the days passed without either of us losing our minds, I'll never know,
until finally, gloriously, on a day I expected nothing but more frustration
for both of us, the dice rolled from my hand, tumbled and twirled like
little pieces of voodoo magic, and came up boxcars: a 12 for the butt fuck.

"Oh God," Remmy sighed in relief, a huge expulsion of air. We almost ripped
each other's clothes off we were so eager to do it.  I knocked bottled
water off his bedside table and it spilled all over his carpet. We didn't
even care.

"Lick me first," he whimpered. "Lick me all wet and get me ready for it."

Once again, I put my mouth and tongue into the magic of my little brother's
asshole. The musky flavor of his hole drove my cock into lurching twitches
of madness beneath me. I could feel strands of my own pre-cum tickling my
own thighs. I ate him and fingered him. I loosened him up for what was
coming. First one finger, then two. He moaned in a low hungry wail.

Remmy turned and squatted over my cock to suck me and get me wet, and while
he did, he stuck his ass in my face. He kneeled over me, bobbing up and
down on an erection that couldn't have possibly gotten any bigger while he
mashed his hungry love buns back into my greedily lapping mouth. I ate him
like an animal. I licked him like a dog.

With no words, things unspoken, I lifted him off my trigger-happy cock,
laid him on his back and lifted his legs in the air. He looked up at me,
shivering and needy. Trusting me in his naked, barefoot perfection. I
kissed the bottom of his foot. I let my tongue swirl around his ankle. And
then I lifted his legs and scooted him into position.

"Go slow," he whispered fearfully.

And somehow the sight of him, so trusting, so eager, filled my heart with
such love for him, I dropped his legs, laid down on top of him, took him in
my arms and kissed him like all the lost love in the world.

"I love you so much, Remmy." I whispered through licks and laps and nibbles
and mouth sucking. All he could do was moan and kiss back. "I love you for
letting me do this to you." He grabbed my neck and whimpered in my mouth.

"Hurry," he said. "I wanted this so long."

I re-lifted Remmy's legs, I spit in my hand and rubbed it all over my
cockhead. I fingered his ass. Found it wet, willing, ready to take me. I
pushed forward, past his outer ring.

"Nnnnnghhhh," he whimpered in a high pitched cry.

"Are you okay?" I asked quickly.

"Go more," he whispered urgently. "Put more in. Deeper."

I pushed forward again, stopped momentarily by the gate of his second
ring. I could feel him wince and tense, then relax, and then by magic, my
cockhead slipped through the inner vault and with a loud "ohhhhhh Godddddd"
from Remmy, I docked all the way inside him.

"Just hold it, just hold it," he whispered. "Let me get used to it for a
second."

I heard him take a deep breath. He held it. He exhaled it through his
nose. He did it again. And then a third time.

"Okay," he told me. "You can go now. Do it."

I slowly pulled back, my dick nearly euphoric to be in the hot, squishy
oven of him. As I pushed in and out, I could feel him pulsing. I could
actually feel his heartbeat tapping on my cock shaft from inside his rectal
walls.

I held his legs up and watched my dick go in and out of him.

"Oh Remmy," I whispered. It was so beautiful and exciting. So pretty to
watch myself fuck him. My dick shaft glistening, then all the way vanished
as I rocked him like a lullaby.

His little hands came up and gouged into my back. Not painfully at
all. Just anchoring. Just making sure this wonder, this fullness, would not
slip out go away. He didn't want to lose this moment. This fullness. This
me. He started to buck back gently against the in-and-out dance of my cock,
helping me along with the rhythm of my brotherfuck.

"Finger suck," I whispered to him, touching my finger to his lips. "Finger
suck me, Remmy, while I fuck you."

His mouth opened up and he took my finger inside his lips with a moan. I
fucked him gently as he sucked my finger so hard it almost hurt. His little
hand reached up to grab mine. He moved another one of my fingers into
place, then a third. I had three of my fingers in his mouth as my cock slid
in and out of him.

A tear ran down from the corner of his eye and I brought my mouth down to
lick it up. A salty shiver and another moan from Remmy.

"I'm going to sperm in you, Remmy."

He whimpered and clutched me.

"I'm going to put all my love inside you."

He bucked and panted against me. His hands reached down and clawed my ass
aggressively, digging me into him, pulling me deep.

"Here it comes, baby. Here it...CUMMMMMMS!!! NGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

I rammed forward and held it, making him wail, as my cock exploded and I
shuddered and seized as my lava flowed into him. I reached down quickly,
still mashing into his baby prostate nut, and jacked him mercilessly as I
ground my oozing cock into his almond.

Instantly he was cumming, shaking, sniffling, tears of brave completion
running down his face.

We collapsed in exhaustion, no words needed. A fuck so long in coming we
were both helpless to move now that it was over.

I kissed his tears away and tasted his pretty lips, gently at first and
then with a hunger. My cock, still embedded inside him, hardened into a
second weapon, and with no words spoken, I began sliding it in and out of
him again, until parched and dripping with sweat, we both came a second
time, shuddering and laughing in each other's arms.

"I love you, Ry," he sighed as I held him, his head across my chest and his
little fingertip swirling around my nipple, making it hard.

"I love you, Rem," I whispered back.

He giggled. "It's all squirting out of me."

I reached down to finger him a little, and it was. It was gooey, running
out of his hole.

"Maybe I need to push it back in," I teased, nipping at his lip, and
pressing my cummy finger to his mouth. He licked it and smiled. "Maybe I
need to put a whole lot more inside you."

"Only if you roll at 12 again."

I moaned. "Oh no!!"

"Just kidding," he smiled. "It's all 12's from now on. I promise, Ry."

I breathed a sigh of blue-balled relief. He lifted his head from my chest
and looked me in the eye.

"All 12's," he repeated. "No other numbers. You don't even have to roll the
dice anymore."

I took his face in my hands and I kissed him again. His little hand reached
down and wrapped itself around my burgeoning dick.

"Wanna take another turn?" he giggled.

"Yeah," I told him. "A really long turn."

"Put your guy back on Start," he giggled.

He kissed me sweetly and climbed on top to mount me. His little hole
pressed down on me, shiny and wet and soon I was inside him again, rocking
up as Remmy pressed down.

"Ohhhhhhhh," he smiled, closing his eyes and finding his pace. "Take
another turn in me, Ryder. Take the longest turn you need."

I held my finger to his mouth and he started to suck it. Remmy and Ryder
and Finger Suck. A game he invented all those sweet summer love-years ago.

"Mmmmm," he whispered. "Game over. You win me."

I put my finger in his mouth and loved him while he rode me.

"You feel so good," I told him, lying him down and spooning him in front of
me.

"You win," he whispered softly, as I fucked him in my arms.

"I love you, Remmy," I said with gentle honor.

He sighed contentedly, closing his eyes.

"I love you, Ryder." Tenderness. Sleepy.

He was already sleeping when I came inside him.

"We both win," I whispered, leaving my dick in.

From that night forward, tie game.

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