Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 22:17:38 +0100
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Palm of My Hand

PALM OF MY HAND
By Zachyboy
t/b, oral, anal, cum-eating

This story is a work of fiction. If it's illegal where you live, don't read
it. However, if disclaimers are popular in your city, state or global
village, by all means, clip this one out and put it in your scrapbook.
Otherwise, enough small talk. I dedicate this one to all of us out there
who ever had a big brother we had to get down on our knees and eat a load
for. Whoof, we sure didn't see that one coming the first time, did we?

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Cast
Jordan, the big brother, 15
Jake ("Grunt"), the little brother, 11, and the cooperative eater of many
teen loads
Kyle, Kevin and Christian, all 15, and enthusiastic load-donating school
friends of Jordan
Tucker, a no-nonsense visiting cousin, 13, knowledgable, and a surprisingly
large sperm-producer

Holy crap. I don't know which one I want to eat first. On with the show.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

Did you ever hear the phrase, "I had him eating out of the palm of my
hand?" Well, back when my brother Jake and I were kids, he really did.

When he was 11 years old and I was 15, I found out my brother was a
talented little cum eater, and he was perfectly content to gobble down an
entire nutload of goo from my actual hand. In fact, he lapped it up like a
hungry little dog. And he did the same thing for a whole bunch of guys in
my school who came home with me.

It was my cousin Tucker who finally tamed the cocky little brat and taught
him it's the big boy who's the boss, but for the rest of us cum-shooters,
it started off kind of slow and kinky and weird, and little Jake was
definitely fully in charge at first. No doubt about it. That dirty little
perv was the one calling the shots.

Our parents were divorced and my mom worked, so there was never any problem
with privacy. When we got home from school and let ourselves in, we had a
good two hours before mom got home, and believe me, there's a lot fun a guy
and his friends can have when they've got two hours to spare and a little
brother who doesn't mind poking his little tongue out and licking up their
ball snot after they jizz.

The whole weird, palm-licking, cum-eating thing started one day when we got
home at 3:30 and found some frosting in the fridge while we were rummaging
for snacks. Mom made cupcakes the day before, and there was half a plastic
container of that ready-to-spread white vanilla frosting left over.

"Dibs," he said, grabbing it out of my hand.

"You can't call dibs," I grumbled, rolling my eyes, "I'm already holding
onto it."

"Share then," he grumbled back.

"Fine. You owe me."

I shared it with him. We just used our fingers. Why dirty the spoons,
right? My mom was busy all the time, so she made us do the dishes. Which
meant, fuck it, we just ate with our hands whenever we could, which drove
her crazy. Because I don't know where her hands have been, but I suspect
she knew where mine and Jake's usually were. She could probably hear our
bed springs squeaking at night as the old J & O Railroad opened up for the
usual night run and two trains pulled out of Masturbation Station.

We got a little gross and stupid with the frosting, of course. Jake took a
big wad on his thumb and started going up and down on it with his mouth
like he was sucking a cock.

"Hey," he grinned. "Look at me. I'm blowing your big wiener. Mmm, you're a
shorty."

"I'll let you blow my big wiener, you little shit."

I took a little frosting on the very tip of my pinky, just barely covering
the fingernail. I started fellating it.

"There," I told him. "Now I'm blowing your little invisible peter."

"Ha!" he said. "Mine's as big as a horse."

I snorted. "Yeah right. You wish. I've got the only horse cock in this
house."

"Ha!" he said. "Baby horse. Paramecium horse."

We kept eating frosting. We uncapped the milk and shared it back and
forth. No glasses. Milk mustaches. I burped loudy. Jake copied me.

"I should rub this frosting all over your face, Grunt," I said to him,
using the family nickname he got when he was five and he used to grunt when
he pooped. You could hear him all over the house.

"If you rub frosting on my face," he dared, "I'll just lick it right off
your big fat hand."

I slathered frosting all over my palm and fingertips and I thought he'd
gross out as I brought the sticky mess up to this face, but he didn't even
flinch. He just stood there smiling, defiantly sticking his tongue out,
ready to lick the mess up.

And he did. First he licked and sucked the frosting off my fingers, faking
like he was blowing me, and my dick got almost immediately hard.

I should say up front that sucking each other off was something Grunt and I
had never done in real life, although we did jacked off like crazy together
about a million and a half times.

He'd seen me cum a bunch of times, and he was completely jealous every time
he watched it. He wasn't old enough to cum yet, so the fact that I had a
wet sticky toy I could play around with and he didn't pissed him off to no
end. He'd watch me shoot at night in fascination, whispering, "lucky duck."

He sucked the frosting off my fingers, and man, I gotta tell you, it gave
me the hugest boner, especially when he started saying, "mmmm, oooooh, oh
baby, give me that big fat creamy cock."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes again, scratching my hard dick through my pants
with my other hand. I knew he wouldn't suck me. I'd asked lots of times and
he always said no, he wasn't gay, so I knew his sexy talk was only more
teasing.

Still, happy for what I could get in the dirty-talk department, I presented
my palm to him, frosting smeared all over it, and ordered him, "Lick
it. Pretend it's my cum, you little cock-sucker."

He giggled and said "ooooh, I like your nummy cum," in a sexy little gay
voice, like it was a personal challenge.

He started licking it immediately. He grabbed my wrist and brought my palm
right to his mouth. Little tongue lapping, getting every bit of it, and as
I stood there watching him, a good six inches taller than he was, looking
down at his little head and his little tongue darting out and licking the
goo from my hand, all I could think of how sick, hot and sexy it would be
if he really were eating my cum like that. You know, if I jacked off a
whole cock load and shot it in my hand and then made him lick it up.

I was super horny. I hadn't jacked off all day and my dick was super hard
from him licking my hand, so I decided to take it out and see if he might
want to mess around in the kitchen a little. Why the fuck not. Nobody was
home. Nobody would know.

"I've got a real creamy load you can lick off my hand," I told him with a
dirty dare in my voice. "I'd like to see the look on your face when you're
licking the real stuff."

"Ha!" he said back, with a cocky tone in his voice, "You mean your little
squirt of wonder goo? Pffft. You're lucky you can even make any. Grandma
probably makes more sperm than you in her tits."

I rubbed my cock again through my pants and no doubt about it, with all the
dirty talk, it was super hard now and I didn't want to waste it. I showed
it to him through my pants. Jutted it out at him and let him see the
outline of my erection.

"I'm gonna jack off and jizz in my hand, and you're gonna eat it all up for
me. You're gonna gobble up my goop, Grunt. What do you think of that?"

"Ewww," he said. "That's sick, man. You're a sicko."

"You're just jealous because you can't jizz yet."

That hit him where it hurt. He immediately bristled.

"Yeah? Well if I could cum, I'd mash it all over your face. I'd rub it all
over your blabber mouth and make you eat a load of my hot semen babies."

"Keep dreaming," I told him. "You've got a long way to go before you make
any semen babies, Empty Nuts."

He flipped me off.

"You just wait, Paramecium Balls. One of these days I'll feed you the
biggest load you ever choked on," he bragged. "I'll smoosh it all over your
face and rub it all over your lips."

"Whatever," I said, bored. This was going nowhere. "In the meantime, how
about you shut up and eat a big load of mine."

"No way," he said. "That's gross."

"Aw, come on," I pleaded, seriously rubbing my erection now. "Do a guy a
favor and eat a little jizz for him. It's made out of protein. Like
eggs. You like eggs."

"Sicko," he giggled, but I could tell he was starting to sport a little
woody too.

"Whatever," I shrugged casually. "No problem. I knew you'd be a chicken."

Well. That's all it took. Call my brother a chicken and he'll jump off a
garage roof to prove you wrong. He immediately perked up to the
challenge. He immediately took the bait, just like he always did.

"Screw you," he said. "I'm not a chicken. Besides, eating your cum would
like licking up a dot. Like licking up half a dot. Like licking up an
atom."

"Ha, you want to see a dot? I'll show you some dot. I'll gag you on my dot,
you little cum-eating Grunt fucker."

I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down to my knees. I pulled my undies
down too in one smooth move, and my dick popped out like a jack-in-the box.

"Pop goes the weasel, you little fuck nuts," I said. "Get ready to taste a
big mouthful of this nasty shit."

I had about a five-inch cock then, and not very thick, but it was long and
slender and good looking, and I had a fairly decent bush of pubes. We could
both whiff the strong smell of pubes wafting up, kinda sexy and repelling
at the same time. He made a little "eww" face when the scent hit him,
because my dick and bush were musky smelling from being cooped up in my
pants all day.

"Watch this," I told him, stroking my cock with one hand and getting ready
to catch my jizz with my other hand. "I'll give you a load of frosting to
lick up, you sexy little bitch boy."

"Sick," he said, but there was a glint in his eye and a giggle in his tone
and his boner was at full mast and showing through his pants. He looked at
my big cock, mesmerized as I stroked it. Jealous. Horny. Wanting to see
trick I could do that he couldn't pull-off yet.

"Watch the wrist," you little fucker. "It's all in the wrist."

He had hungry fire in his eyes, waiting to watch me cum. I could see him
fidgeting. Squeezing his legs together. Doing that little
boy-squeeze-pecker-rub they do when they get excited and boned up over
something and they can't take their dick out.

"Do it," he hissed hungrily. "Shoot it. Make it squirt."

It didn't take long. I was 15 that year, and I was horny all the time. I
could shoot my load in 30 seconds, and this time it was more like half of
that. With my little brother all but drooling at the sight of it, watching
me stroke it, knowing how much he liked to see me cum, looking at his
little hard cock in his pants, watching him fidgety-pants-squiggling with
his horny little dry bone, I was headed to the finish in no time.

The sparkles started down deep in my balls. In a flash, I tensed up and
told him, "here it comes, here comes the goo," and with a long sighing
shiver, I squirted out an explosive load of squat in my palm, one big shot
then a couple of burbles extra, all bubbly and hot and gooey looking. Not a
ton of jizz, but a good cupped palmful. It sure wasn't a dot.

"Whoaaaa," he said, watching it squirt out and openly rubbing his own cock
now. "That was cool, Jordan. Look how goopy that is. Dang, I wish I could
do that."

"Mmmm, look at that slimy hot load," I taunted him, lording it over
him. "Get a whiff of that."

I held it out toward his face, right under his nose. Made him sniff
it. First I saw him close his eyes, breathing it in like it was heaven. He
did that twice. Took two big hits. Rubbed his own little cock through his
pants. I could tell he loved the smell of it. Loved it a lot. But then
coming to his senses so I couldn't tease him about it later, he instantly
changed. He had to save face.

"Ewww," he said. "It smells like your dumb fat dick. Like bleach. Like a
wad of mom's Clorox."

"Eat it," I dared him. "Lick it off my palm."

He looked offended. Wide-eyed. "Oh heavens, I'm shocked!" But he was
totally faking it. I knew. From the looks of the bone-hard dick in his
pants, he'd eat just about anything right now.

"Lick it, bitch. Eat it up."

"Pfft," he said. "You wish, gay boy."

"Oh well," I shrugged. "Too chicken, I guess."

I smiled a smart-ass grin, shrugged, pulled my hand away and looked him
right in the eye.

That did it.

"Fuck you," he said defiantly. "Put it up here again, Ass Nuts."

He grabbed my wrist, brought my hand to his mouth, and with two fast tongue
wipes, licked my whole cum load right into his mouth.

"Holy fuck," I whispered out loud, shocked that it happened so fast. One
minute I had a hand full of cum and the next minute my little brother was
eating it out of the palm of my hand. Fuckin' sexy-sick, man. Nasty.

He grimaced a little when he swallowed it down, but he got it all down with
a gulp and a gag, and stood there all cocky, with watery eyes, looking up
at me with a smart-ass "I told you so." Little cocky cum-eater. Oh fuck. So
brave. So sexy. I don't think I've ever wanted my little brother more than
I wanted him in that moment. Wanted to do stuff with him. Suck him. Fuck
his ass. Anything.

I looked down in his pants and his dick was about to burst it was so hard.

Even though my heart was pounding out of my chest and I could barely catch
a breath I was so turned on, he wasn't done yet. He gave my palm four more
show, lapping licks, making sure he got it all, made a little "mmmm, salty"
comment in a sexy low voice, just to impress me with his daring and his
courage, then he stood there proudly, like the cat that ate the canary,
daring me to say something about how chicken he was now.

"Holy shit," I whispered, truly impressed. "You ate it, Grunt. You ate
every fucking drop. That was pretty cool."

"Ehhh," he shrugged. "No big deal.

I looked at my hand. Sure enough. Not a drop to be found. Holy fuck.

"Next time why don't you try to give me a real ball load, Paramecium Nuts?
I could eat more jizz than that from jacking a baby off."

"What did it taste like?" I asked him breathlessly.

"Better than I expected," he said seriously.

I laughed and tucked my cock back in my jeans, but I never took my eyes of
his little mini-bulge.

"Looks like you've got a little problem in your pants," I told him, nodding
my head down toward his thumb-sized pocket-rocket.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I'm gonna go in the bathroom and jack off now. Don't
follow me."

And with that, he was off like a shot, leaving me in the kitchen with a
half-eaten jar of frosting on the counter and a happy, empty scrotum in my
pants.

"Next time whip up a bigger load for me," he called back over his
shoulder. "That one barely wet my whistle."

I shivered at the mere concept of "next time."

And fuck. Challenge accepted. If Grunt wanted some bigger ball loads to
eat, I was gonna get some of my friends in on this. No sense keeping this
gift all to myself, right?

If Grunt had an unforeseen talent for cum-eating, I knew at least three
other guys who'd be glad to fill their palms up and watch him eat the
prize. To not let them in on Grunt's new ability when it came to flavor
clean-up in aisle one?

Well, that would be downright tasteless.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

The first guy to feed my little brother a handful of sauce right out of his
sticky big ball sack was my best friend Kyle, who I've known since I was in
kindergarten. Now, I should say right off the bat that Kyle and I have
messed around a ton in the past, so it wasn't like I was shocking him,
suggesting he join in with me and Grunt.

Kyle and I have been jacking off together since we were 10, and we've even
sucked each other a bunch of times too, although we usually spit out the
jizz when either of us cums. Sometimes I swallow his. It's not bad. Not my
favorite thing in the world. I mean, I wouldn't want it for dinner every
night, but after a while, you sort of develop a tolerance. Whatever.

Plus with the BJ's, we don't make a big prancy-gay deal about it. It's not
like we do it every day and act like we're lovers or anything. But yeah, a
few times when we get super horny and we're somewhere private, why not,
right? Out come the dicks and we quick sixty-nine, or one of us gets down
on our knees and the other one stands up, takes aim, does a quick jack-suck
and shoots in the other guy's mouth. Best friends are there to help each
other out, right? You know. Just take the tension off after a long day or a
round of dirty talk.

But Kyle seemed confused about the whole mechanics of my little brother
eating the cum out of his hand. He wasn't completing getting the visual.

"So, wait a minute. You're telling me Grunt's gonna suck my cock and eat my
jizz?" Kyle asked as we walked back to my house after school, his eyes
darting up and down in his head, like he was trying to work out the
math. "He's what, 11? And you've already got him sucking your cock? That's
incredible, man."

"No," I repeated impatiently, "you're just not getting this. He's not going
to suck your cock. You're going to jack off in front of him, squirt it in
your palm, and he's going to eat the spoo out your hand. He's not going to
cock suck you. He's just going to lick it all up."

"And swallow it?"

"And swallow it," I nodded.

 "Fuck, man. That's sick. He's 11!"

"I know. But he'll do it. Swear to God."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Kyle still looked at me like I was telling him the dog next door just
learned how to fly.

"All right," he said. "Let me go through this one more time."

I sighed. "Jesus, Kyle."

"Okay. We're going over to your house. And your mom's not home. And your
little brother, who's only 11 by the way, likes to eat handfuls of
jizz. So, I'm gonna take my dick out. And I'm going to jack off in front of
him cuz he likes to watch guys cum because he can't cum himself, and I'm
going to crank a big wad out of my balls and catch it in my hand. And then
Grunt's gonna eat it all. Grunt who's 11, by the way. He's gonna lick it
all up off my hand and swallow it down. Like a big white snack or
something."

"Yep," I said. "That's the plan, Stan."

"And he really likes to swallow it? You're not just shitting me? He doesn't
spit it out?

"I'm telling you man, he swallows everything. He's a good little boy."

"Fuck man, that's wicked."

"Yeah. It's pretty fucking hot, man. Wait'll you see him do it. He really
cleans it up. Like right down to the last molecule."

"Oh, fuck man. That's sick. I mean, we swallow each other's sometimes, but
that's different. We're older. And you know. You drink a quick Fresca when
you're done, and no harm-no foul, right?"

"Right."

"But 11. Fuck."

I saw him rub his hard dick through his pants. Clearly, he was considering
my little brother in a whole new light.

"So, you gonna do it?" I asked him.

"Do it?" he said breathlessly. "Fuck man, I'm gonna knock over a lamp
getting my cock out in front of him."

When we got to the house, Grunt was watching TV, some ninja street football
garbage show, and I yelled over to him, "Hey Grunt, come on up to my room
with us. Kyle's got a snack for you."

"Yeah, right," Grunt grumbled, not taking his eyes off the TV. "I bet he
does. Pervert."

But I could already hear a tone in his voice. It was a, you know, kind of
excited voice. His voice goes up a little when he gets excited. It always
has. So he wasn't fooling me. He knew me and Kyle had been messing around
for years. We'd never invited him to join in, and he knew damn well that's
what we were finally doing.

"Come on, Grunt. You'll like it. You'll smack your lips. It's the kind of
snack that's creamy and white and shoots out of his balls," I told him.

"What if I'm not hungry," he shrugged, the little smart-ass tease. "I had a
big lunch at school. It was taco day."

"Come on, man, be a sport. Kyle's nuts hurt. Right Kyle."

Kyle, I think, had lost the ability to speak at this point. He was gulping
like a fish at all the dirty talk.

"Fine," Grunt sighed, picking up the remote and pausing his show. He
stomped up the stairs in front of us, his little ass twitching like the hot
little home of Mr. & Mrs. Sperm Babies I hoped I'd turn it into some day.

"But make it fast," he bitched. "I don't have all day to stand around
eating your jizz loads. I've got things to do." But he wasn't fooling
anybody. His voice went up into that high notch again. He was excited about
the prospect of double-teaming at the snack shack. He was eager for this.

Kyle looked at me and I looked at Kyle and we both rubbed our hard cocks in
our pants.

"Fuck," Kyle whispered. "This is nasty, man."

"I know," I said softly. "That's what makes it fun."

"Sick, man, sick," he said breathlessly. But I could tell by the
nickel-sized dot of pre-cum I could see leaking through his jeans, this was
just what my buddy needed. I had a little brother and so did he, and they
were both just getting to that interesting age, so who knows where
something like today might lead. His brother Tanner was a little
hottie. And you know. Any port in a storm. Share and share alike.

We got upstairs and Grunt was already sitting on my bed with a fake-bored
look on his face.

"Okay, make it fast," he said.

Kyle just stood there, not knowing quite what to do. He looked at me a
little nervously.

"Are you gonna watch? I mean –"

"I've seen you jack it lots of times," I said. "Shit, I've sucked you,
man. What's the big deal?"

"I don't know," he said. "It's your little brother. I'm kinda embarrassed."

And then like he hadn't already said it a hundred times already, "He's 11!"
he said, like that explained his need for privacy.

"Whatever," I shrugged. "If you want to be all secretive about feeding him
your ball goo, fine. I'll go out in the hall and close the door and conjure
it up in my mind."

I was a little put out, but I could see Kyle already fiddling with his belt
buckle, he was so anxious to get me out of there and get this cum buffet
started.

"Hurry up," I hollered. "My mom gets home early today and I want a turn
too."

From behind the closed door I could hear Kyle's belt clink and his zipper
come down, and I heard Grunt giggle and say, "Well, somebody's happy to see
me, numb nuts."

And then Kyle said something soft and low I couldn't hear, but then I heard
him spit, and then I heard the soft, quick, whacka-whacka of a guy jacking
his dick like a crazy-horny motherfucker, and then sure enough, about sixty
seconds later, I heard him say, "here it comes, here it comes, watch it,
watch it shoot," then a soft grunt, then a soft "Aw, fuck" from Grunt, "I
wish I could do that," and then a short pause with no sound at all.

And then Kyle said, "Lick it. Eat it all up, Grunt."

And I heard Grunt make a big long "Mmmmm" noise, and then a second one, and
I knew behind that closed door, he was eating up Kyle's load just like he'd
gobbled up mine. I heard his lips smack, and heard him say "Good...that
tastes really good," and then I heard Kyle's belt clink again and I knew he
was putting his dick away and pulling his pants back up. I opened the door
and walked back in.

"Good?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Kyle answered. "He ate it all up like a good little boy, didn't
you, kid?"

"Next," Grunt said, bored, but still with that excited high pitch in his
voice.

I unzipped my fly, lowered my jeans and underwear and pulled out my
cock. It was already completely hard from listening to Kyle feeding Grunt
behind the closed door.

"You want me to wait in the hall?" Kyle asked politely.

"Oh fuck no," I said. "I like it when you watch me. Besides, it's only
gonna take me a second."

I didn't even use spit. Just jacked my cock really fast about 15 or 20
times, and I was already firing, shooting a real big load – bigger than
yesterday's – all over the palm of my hand.

"Oh yeah," I hissed, sticking it in Grunt's little face. "Eat it up, little
man. There's your after school snack, beeyotch."

He smiled and gobbled. Grabbed my wrist, licked it up greedily, smacked his
lips and fake air-burped, a nice long one.

"Pretty good," he said nodding. "You guys musta ate your veggies
today. Darren Simpson says veggies make your jizz taste sweet."

"Darren Simpson's about two years away from knowing what his jizz tastes
like," Kyle said distastefully. Darren Simpson was an annoying kid down the
block that everybody stayed away from.

"That's what you think," said Grunt with a mischievous grin. "You guys
aren't the only ones who can squirt out of your big lame peters, you know."

I raised an eyebrow. Was Grunt getting some of Darren Simpson's
hypothetical little clear-shots already? I'd have to investigate that
later. If Darren was up for playtime, I might have to reevaluate my general
aversion to him.

Meanwhile, Grunt was rubbing his tight little cock rocket and suddenly
announced, "Well, I gotta go in the bathroom and jack off now. Nobody
follow me."

He got up like he usually did, post-cum feast, and walked into the
adjoining bathroom we shared. The one that connected our two rooms on
either side. He closed the door and locked it and we heard his zipper open
and his pants shuck down.

Once again, Kyle looked at me and I looked at Kyle.

"Well, that was definitely weird," Kyle said.

"Yep," I agreed.

"But fuck man, you shoulda seen him eat mine," Kyle whistled in
respect. "Like he hadn't eaten for days."

"Yep," I said. "He sure gets voracious."

"Like a fucking little cum-pig velociraptor."

Behind the door, we could hear Grunt's soft whacka-whacka as he jacked his
little cock.

Kyle rubbed his cock again.

"Man," he said reverently. "I gotta teach Tanner this game for sure. He's
gonna get a big palmful of dessert after dinner tonight, I think."

I nodded. "If he's any good at it, make sure you invite me over."

Kyle nodded, a gentleman's agreement.

"Fuck," I said. "Invite me over even if he's bad at it. What the fuck,
right?"

"Right," said Kyle, and we both had a laugh, left Grunt jacking, and went
downstairs.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

My basketball teammate Kevin was the next guy to donate a palmful of
frosting to Grunt's little taste buds.

Kevin had always been a classic jock, with all the dumb image shit that
goes along with that. He was always talking about his endless hunt for
freshman girl pussy, and how he couldn't get any, and how all the girls in
our school were such lame fucking cock-teasers.

The way Kevin told it, they'd get you all hot and bothered making out and
letting you rub their tits and stuff, and when you tried to put their hand
down your pants or coax their head down on your dick, they got all virginal
and offended and all weird and grossed-out, like all of them were so
repulsed by the mere thought of your terrifying, horrible dick, a guy
couldn't even get a decent handjob, even if he made the winning free throw
in that week's basketball game against the crosstown rivals. Bitches.

"Hey," I offered after practice one night. "If you need to get off, I've
got a little brother who won't suck your cock exactly, but he'll at least
eat your load for you."

"No fucking way," Kevin said.

"Yes fucking way," I told him.

"He likes sucking cock?"

"No, no, no." This was starting to get tedious,, having to always narrow
this down for everybody. "He doesn't give head. He just eats cum. You gotta
jack off in your hand and feed it to him that way."

Kevin shrugged.  "Sounds good to me.  I'm so fucking horny, I'd let the dog
lick up my ball snot right now."

"Oh, he'll do more than lick it up," I assured him. "He'll swallow every
god damn drop."

"Fuck," Kevin grinned, patting me on the back. "You're a good friend,
man. If little bro wants to eat, fuck man. I've got some shit he can
eat. I'll feed it to him right now. Let's go."

When we got to the house, it was much the same as when Kyle came over. I
got Grunt off the couch, and believe me, it didn't take much when he saw
what Kev was swinging between his legs, and we took him up to my room, sat
him on the bed and made him watch as Kevin unsnapped and brought out his
sizeable meat, which halfway between hard and soft yet.

"Is he gonna suck me a little to get me hard?" Kevin asked me, looking at
Grunt quizzically.

"Fuck you, man," said Grunt. "I'm not gonna suck your dick. I'm not gay."

"But yet you eat jizz," Kevin said. Like, really? You'll do one but not the
other.

"Just the eating," Grunt said firmly. "Not the sucking."

Kevin looked at me helplessly, but I just shrugged.

"Grunt's mouth, Grunt's rules," I explained with a sigh.

"Aw, come on, kid," Kevin cajoled, not giving up. "At least stroke it a
little. Jack it off some. Do a guy a favor."

"No way," Grunt said, turning up his nose. "It smells sweaty. I don't wanna
get dick-smell on my hands."

"I just got back from practice," Kevin explained helplessly. "It gets a
little strong."

Knowing this wasn't going anywhere, I brought out the magic word.

"Chicken," I taunted Grunt, nodding my head down toward Kevin's floppy
cock. "I bet you're just scared to touch it, aren't you, Grunt?"

"Fuck you," Grunt snapped defiantly, and I could hear that high pitched
tone in his voice again. He grabbed Kevin's meat with his little hand, and
started expertly stroking it up and down and got that fire in his eyes
again as it started to grow bigger in an instant.

"Aw yeah," Kevin sighed. "That's it little man. Move it just like that. Use
a little spit."

Grunt rolled his eyes for show, but I could tell he was loving this, and
hocked a slimy one in his hand. He wrapped it around Kevin's halfie, and
this time, aided with some slippery saliva-snot, Kev's dick got harder then
a tent peg in about five seconds flat.

Grunt let it go when he saw it was at full-mast.

"Now jack it off," he said to Kevin. "Cup your palm and shoot it in your
hand."

"No way, little man," Kevin said quickly, and he grabbed Grunt's hand and
put it back on his dick. "I'll catch it in my palm, but you're gonna start
what you finished."

Surprisingly, Grunt didn't balk. Whether it was Kevin's bigger size or the
command in his tone, I watched incredulously as my brother locked in with
his eyes and stroked Kevin's big dick up and down, back and forth, tip to
root, over and over, while Kevin's breathing got heavier and his butt
cheeks started clenching together with the rhythm of Grunt's fine
masturbation.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, here it comes, open up," said Kevin, aiming it toward
Grunt's little mouth.

"Uh-uh," my brother said quickly, pursing his lips and jerking his head
away. "Not in my mouth. Shoot it in your hand."

"Oh fuck," said Kevin, frustrated, but on the verge. There was nothing he
could do but obey my little brother and blow his wad in the palm of his
hand.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he grunted as his jizz wad shot out. "Fucking wasted
that in my hand," he grunted breathlessly and frustrated. "You shoulda
opened up and ate that wad, little man. Girls beg for that stuff."

Grunt just smiled.

"Oh, he's gonna eat it," I reminded Kevin. "Watch what he does now."

Grunt grabbed Kevin's palm and started licking his load off.

"Eww," he said with a glimmer in his eye. "Your hands all salty. You taste
like salt cock."

Kevin moaned as Grunt's little tongue darted out and he watched him lick up
the white creamy puddle from his palm.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, impressed. "Fuck, that's sick. Eat it, little
man."

"Your cum tastes good," Grunt mumbled through a mouthful. He swallowed it
down and smacked his lips. "Like apples. Like bleachy Cheerios."

I quickly whipped out my own cock and still watching Grunt lick up Kevin's
mess, I aimed my cock at Kevin's still-outstretched palm, and blew my load
right into the hand my brother was still licking. I watched him grin as I
reloaded his dog dish.

"Aw, that's sick, man," Kevin grinned, impressed, as our cum puddles
mingled. Grunt didn't care. He licked it all up anyway. One load or two
loads. It was all just a handful to him.

 "Oh, man. This is hot," Kevin said as my brother licked between his
fingers. Then Grunt did something he's never done before. He actually
tongue-swiped the tip of my cock to get the last drop of semen off.

"Whoa," said Kevin. "That was fucking hot, man. He just licked your cock
head."

Grunt grinned, pleased with himself, fidgeting with the hard little boner
in his pants.

"I gotta go in the bathroom and jack off now," he said predictably. "Nobody
follow me."

Kevin looked up at me, still not sure what had just happened. A little
drive-by shooting, right there in my bedroom. The little cum-gobbler did it
again, then he shot out of the scene like a little superhero. Like the
Flash, after he outruns the bad guy and gives the lady's purse back.

"That's it?" Kev asked, confused. "He just goes and jacks off now? Alone,
in the bathroom?"

"Yep," I said. "He likes his privacy."

"Should we go in and help him?" he asked. "You know? Give a little brother
some relief?"

"Nah," I said. "it's a personal moment in there for him. He's smaller. He
can't cum. I think he's embarrassed."

"I heard that!" Grunt yelled out.

"Sorry!" I yelled back. "Go back to your thimble dick."

"Fuck you," Grunt hollered. But I could hear him in there whacking off to
beat the band.

"Wow," whispered Kevin as he zipped up his plants. "This house is weird,
man. Definitely strange."

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

The third friend of mine to feed a load to my little brother wasn't exactly
a super good friend, but he was this nice kid in my class, Christian, who
everybody knew was gay, in fact, he was really very open about it, so what
the hell, right? Might as well invite him over to see if he wanted to feed
or be fed. I wasn't quite sure how the logistics on this one was going to
work out, and who'd be doing what to whom with a full-fledged gay boy in
the house, but I kinda wanted to be first in the room with my pants pulled
down when it all came off the assembly line.

Christian was all for it, just like I knew he'd be, and before the day was
over, he was up in my room with Grunt waiting on the bed and my brother
actually smiling at him and talking nice and not being such a smart-ass for
a change.

"Hey, Jake," he said to my brother, the first one of my friends not to call
him Grunt, "are you sure you wanna do this with me?"

My brother nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Because if you're scared or nervous or anything, we don't have to do any
sex stuff. We can just hang out and talk. You're a nice kid. I like you,
even without the sex."

"Uh-huh," I thought in my head. Butter him up. Get on his good side. I
could see where this was going. Nicely done, Christian. Way to work an
angle.

I started to rub my cock through my pants, getting ready for the show, when
Christian said, "Hey, Jordan, do you mind if you wait downstairs so Jake
and I can have some privacy?"

"Jake and I?" I thought. What was I doing here, setting up a romantic
honeymoon for two? Sheesh.

"Well, sure. I guess." I was disappointed I was apparently uninvited so
quickly, but hey, a guy's dick is his castle, right? And if he needs a
little breathing-room so another guy doesn't gape when he blows his cream
sauce, well, what can I tell you? Courtesy dictates.

So, I went downstairs and made myself a ham sandwich with plenty of Miracle
Whip and sat at the table and cursed my bad luck, knowing Christian and
Grunt were upstairs doing all the cum-eating without me, which kinda
sucked, because when a gay kid comes over to your house after school, you
at least expect you're gonna get your nuts licked or your finger up his ass
or something, and now, pfft, nothing.

Plus, by this time, I'd now seen my brother gobble up three theoretically
straight loads, including mine, and I was kinda curious to see the look on
his face when he tasted his first bonafide gay one. I mean, you never know,
right? They could be a different flavor from all the butts they shoot into.

Well, fuck. It turns out they were up there forever. After a half hour of
nothing, not a peep, not a sound, not a creature was stirring, I started
getting a little nervous, so I went upstairs and I tapped on the door.

"You guys done in there?" I said as politely as I could

"Go away, Jordan," Grunt said immediately. Hurriedly. Breathlessly. "We'll
be down in a little while, okay? Go now. Go away."

Jesus. I wondered what that meant. He sounded absolutely breathless and
strained in there. I couldn't even imagine.

But fuck, polite to a tee, I did indeed go back downstairs, turned on TV,
watched almost a whole episode of the Munsters on the Roku. I wouldn't mind
fucking Eddie's little butt, but that's a different story, and finally
Christian came down, looking out of breath and sheepish, flushed and
embarrassed, said thanks for hooking him up, said a quick goodbye, totally
awkward, and he was out the door without another word.

I just sat there, confused. "Hey, Grunt?" I yelled up the stairs. "You okay
up there?"

No answer.

I got off the couch, walked up to my bedroom, opened the door, and holy
fuck, I got the surprise of my life.

There was my little brother, bare-ass naked on the bed – I mean naked as
the day he was born – eyes closed, smile on his face, slowly rubbing his
palm across his dick, practically making cooing noises.

He didn't even mind that I just barged in and saw him naked.

"Oh, hi," he said dreamily.

"Hi," I said back. "That took a while. Did you swallow his cum?"

"Um-hum," he said simply.

"Did he suck you off too?" I asked.

"Um-hum" he said again, dreamily smiling and sighing.

Holy shit. This was weird.

"What took you guys so long?" I asked him.

"He fucked me," Grunt said simply.

"He what?"

"He fucked me," he giggled. "He squirted up my ass."

My brother lifted up his legs, spread his butt cheeks apart, and sure
enough, his little hole looked red and puffy and open. There was a little
drizzle of sperm running out of it.

"Oh my God," I said. "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow."

It never occurred to me to fuck my little brother. Or that a friend might
do it first. I mean, holy shit. We were 15 and he was 11. Going that far
just seemed like incredibly bad manners.

Still, there it was, winking and wide open in front of me. The proof is in
the pudding, and Grunt's little hole with a healthy dollop of Christian's
thick pudding drizzling out of it looked no worse for the wear. And my
brother sure had a happy, contented smile on his face.

"Did it hurt?" I asked him, still somewhat in awe.

"Only a little at first. Then it felt really, really good."

"Wow," I repeated, honestly flummoxed. I seriously didn't know that
Christian had it in him. I always pictured Christian more on the bottom of
the monkey pile, not the top.

"Jordan?" he cooed.

"Yeah, Grunt?"

"It feels really, really good to get your ass fucked. You should let him do
it to you some day. He's really, really good at it, Jordan. Really good."

He sighed. Closed his eyes. Smiled again. I gulped at least twice and
looked down at his pulsing wet butthole.

"Good," he sighed dreamily. "He was really, really good."

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

As much as I tried to talk Grunt into letting me fuck him the next two
weeks, he wouldn't budge an inch.

"It was private," he whined. "It was just between Christian and me."

"So, what. You're like dating him now?"

"No, dumb shit. I'm not gay. It was just, you know, a one-time thing. But I
want to remember it as a good one, not have you get all up in my butt and
mess it all up like a stampede of elephants."

Fuck, I thought. Grunt was only going to let himself get butt fucked one
time? That was his upper limit? And it had to be with some other guy? The
gayest bottom boy in the whole fucking school? Fuck, man. That's just
ironic, right? I mean, really, man. That's just sad irony right there.

I still pressed my case. "I'll be in, I'll be out, I'll be sweet. I'll be a
gentleman. You won't even know I'm in there."

"Nope," he smiled. "I'm not ruining the memory. But I'll eat your dumb goo
if you want me to."

And that was all I got, God damn it. I got to jack myself off and catch it
in my stupid dumb palm and watch him eat it. Then I got to watch him get
up, go to the bathroom, and jack himself off as usual. "Don't follow me
in," he hollered as he closed and locked the door.

Fuck. Just my luck.

I had my little brother eating out of the palm of my hand and I never felt
so deprived of the good stuff in all my life.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

Well. That all changed when our cousin Tucker moved to town two weeks
later. Holy fuck, did it ever change.

Tucker had a reputation in our family for being the kid who was always the
black sheep. He was a little too loud, a little too nasty, a little too
dirty, and a whole lot of trouble. When he was little, my mom actually
called him "Little Tucker Time-Outs," because that's the corner you'd
always fucking find him in.

But now he was 13, fresh in from wherever the fuck he used to live, and my
mom let him stay with us for a week because my Aunt Jen was going out of
town with her new boyfriend, and well, we all got saddled with nasty little
Tucker duty.

But that's okay. I didn't mind. Tucker was only 13, but he already had a
cock just as big as mine was, with a tight little bush of pubes on top and
a dirty mind to go with it. We'd started jacking off together back when he
was 10 and I was 12 on Christmas visits, so I knew messing around with guys
was nothing new to him. He wasn't in my room but five minutes before I was
telling him what me and my friends had been up to with Grunt the Gobbler in
the past couple of weeks.

Tucker looked unimpressed. Almost pissed.

"What do you mean he eats your wad but he won't let you do anything else?"
he asked me as I filled him in on the lay of the land. "That's just
dumb. You're 15 and he's 11," he said, like it was the most obvious thing
in the world.

I shrugged, confused. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"You're the big brother and he's the little brother, moron. Do whatever you
want to him. Teach him who's boss. Sheesh."

"Well, yeah, but I don't want to hurt him or anything."

Tucker waved away my nobility with a flash of his hand. "Shit," he said
dismissively. "If I had a little brother, I'd be fucking his ass morning,
noon and night. I wouldn't care what he said I could do. I'd just do it to
him anyway."

I had no doubt he was telling me the truth.

"Has Grunt ever been cornholed before?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "Just once. Christian did it. A kid in my class."

"Did he like it?"

"He fucking loved it."

"Well there you go," said Tucker. "That boy's born to take cock. If
Christian can get up inside that sweet little hole, we can all get up in
there. What time's your mom get home?"

"Couple more hours. Quarter to six."

"Good," he said. "Because I'm gonna show you what you need to do. Jesus,
man. Take a little initiative. Have some pride, man."

He opened up my bedroom door.

"Hey Grunt," he hollered. "Get the fuck up here!'

Grunt had always been a little afraid of Tucker, so naturally he obeyed,
entering my bedroom and looking a little nervous. He already knew what
being summoned to my bedroom meant, he just didn't know how the unknown
Tucker factor was going to play out in all of the usual choreography

"Jordan says you won't let him cornhole you." he said gruffly.

Grunt looked at me puzzled.

"What's cornhole?" he asked me, not understanding the regionalism.

"Butt fuck," I told him. "He means you won't let me butt fuck you."

"Oh," said Grunt, then looking at Tucker. "Yeah. No. I mean, no, I don't
let him fuck me. That would be gay. I'm not gay."

"You're gay tonight, bitch," Tucker said quickly. "Get your pants off."

Grunt's eyes bugged out. He wasn't used to being talked-to like this. He
looked at me for backup, but shit, my dick was hard. I'd been wanting to
fuck Grunt up the butt for two weeks now. He wasn't getting any last minute
reprieve from me.

Nervously, my little brother pulled his pants down. Then his undies. Then
he stood there in nothing but his t-shirt waiting for Tucker to call the
next shot.

"Shirt too, dimwit. I want you totally naked."

Grunt complied. He'd blushed pure red, all over his face and all down his
neck.

"Nice nipples, baby," Tucker grinned. "And not a bad little cock."

Grunt looked up at me, but I just shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Sit on the bed," Tucker said. "While I feed you my dick."

"Oh, no," said Grunt with a nervous smile, like he was turning down
calories at a dinner party. "I don't suck dicks. I only eat the cum after
you squirt it in your hand."

"What??" Tucker said incredulously. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard
of. Sit down, shut up and open your mouth."

Grunt's eyes bugged out of his head again. He definitely wasn't calling the
shots with this boy.

Tucker shucked his pants down and his half-hard dick was dangling down
threateningly. Looming down, you might say, because even soft, it was a big
one. Grunt gulped and I whistled.

"I'm not sure I know how to exactly suck one," Grunt peeped quietly.

"Well, I guess it's good I'm here to teach you then, Grunt. Now shut up and
open."

Tucker took two steps forward, grabbed my brother by the back of the head,
and shoved his cock right straight in his mouth.

And son-of-a-bitch, you're not going to believe what happened next.

It turns out Grunt liked it after all – hey Mikey, he likes it! –
because let me tell you, he took to sucking that dick like a duck takes to
water.

He only gagged a couple of times, and then he got the hang of going up and
down, swirling his tongue around and bobbing it deep in his throat like
he'd been doing it all his life. In fact, he was so good at it, I was
pretty sure Christian must have given him some oral pointers when they
spent that hour together fucking in my bedroom.

"That's good," said Tucker. "Get it nice and hard and wet so I can ram it
up your butt."

Grunt's eyes bugged out again, but he didn't lose his place.

"Jordan, get over here and feed him some of yours," Tucker grinned. "He's
pretty fucking good at it."

I lowered my pants and approached my brother's mouth with my cock, but he
balked.

"No way," he mumbled through a mouth full of Tucker-dick. "Jordan's my
brother. I can't suck my brother's cock. That's incest."

Tucker pinched both his cheeks like our grandma does.

"Ow," said Grunt.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Tucker asked.

Grunt shook his head now.

"Good. Then open up and let your brother get his dick in your mouth."

Grunt sighed, resigned, like he didn't want to do it, but when I looked
down, his little dick had grown from super soft to a rock hard
erection. Whatever his mouth was saying, his little hard cock rocket was
saying just the opposite. He was liking the way Tucker was ordering him
around. You could see it in his eyes. You could certainly see it in his
dick.

I got the hang Tucker's tough talk right away, saw the magic it could work,
and added some of my own.

"Open up, you little cock teaser," I grunted at him. "You've been wanting
to suck this cock for two weeks now. So shut the fuck up and suck it."

I heard my little brother moan as he quickly moved off Tucker's cock and
latched onto mine with his mouth in a deathgrip around the shaft of my
spermer.

Oh glory, that felt good! Fuck, did he latch on to me!

He was on my cock like a tick, like a leech, sucking and moaning and drool
was running down the corner of his throat, and I'm not kidding, he had that
thing way back in his throat. I pumped my hips and and out and I'm not
kidding, I was fucking his little mouth and throat right straight down to
his tonsils.

"Look how much he likes that," Tucker said quietly. "You give that to him
every day from now on. Look how much he likes sucking that big fat cock."

Tucker stood back, jacking his own big hard-on, giving me tips.

"That's the way," he nodded. "Face fuck that little shit. Grab his head and
give it to him deeper."

I did. I grabbed Grunt's hair, pulled him onto me tighter and listened to
him moan as I throat gagged him with my jizz stick."

Tucker was pleased.

"Look at him eat that thing, man. He was born for it. Look at him go.
That's it, Jordan. Teach him what happens when a little boy teases your
cock too much. Make him taste that big dick until it's coming out of his
ears."

Grunt moaned again, sending a hum-vibration right up my cock shaft. His
little dick was super hard. He was moaning and deep-throating me with all
the hunger in the world. He grabbed my ass cheeks. Squeezed them. Cupped
them. I felt his little finger digging toward my hole, something that
turned me on incredibly, but Tucker slapped his hand away.

"Nuh-uh," he said. "The only hole that's getting diddled today is yours,
Grunt. Lay down on your tummy and spread your cheeks. Now."

Grunt responded to that "now" so fast, I thought he was going to give
himself whiplash. He was off my cock and flat down on his stomach with his
cheeks spread apart in a flash.

Tucker stepped up to him, pulled on his legs to line up his angle, hocked a
loogie on my brother's little asshole, coated his cock with another wad of
spit, and slowly leaned forward and mounted him fully in one practiced
move. Faster than I could see it happen, he was already pushing his big
13-year-old cock up my brother's little slit.

"Owwwwwwwwieeeeee!" Grunt wailed, and I thought he was really hurting, but
a second later, his wail turned to an "ooof," then the "ooof" turned into
an "mmm" and the "mmm" turned into a quiet, "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yeah." My
baby brother was getting fucked, and he was in a lost state of bliss.

"That's it," Tucker bragged. "Look how much he likes my big cock in
him. This one likes taking a cock up the ass. You're gonna fuck this little
ass five times a day, Jordan. Fuck, I wish I had an ass this good and tight
every night before I got to bed. Man, I could blow a wad in this ass in
five seconds, I swear. Look at him grind back on it now. Look how much he
wants this dick in him."

I watched him rut my brother and my own dick was as hard as a marble statue
as Tucker grunted away, grinding his big dick in and out of Grunt, who for
his part, was still face down on the bed, mashing his own smooshed little
dick into the mattress, pushing his ass back in Tucker's direction, and dry
humping the bedspread for all he was worth.

"Smell that ass," Tucker told me. "All wide open and filling up the
room. You can smell how much he likes to be fucked."

My dick was leaking, just hearing him talk that dirty, and smelling the
combination of his big sweaty dick and my brother's sweet and sour ass musk
in the air was as intoxicating as he said it was. The whole room reeked
like a hot, nasty fuck. And I loved it.

"I've got half a mind to cum up his ass," Tucker said breathlessly, "but
you said he likes to eat cum, so this time he's going to eat a
shitload. He's never had to eat a load like this one before, trust me."

Tucker pulled his dick out suddenly and my brother moaned at the
loss. "No!" he said. "Put it back in."

"Get up, bitch" Tucker ordered. "Sit up quick. Open your mouth."

Grunt did what he was told, and opened his mouth just in time, because
Tucker stepped forward, aimed his fat cock right at my brother's tiny
tongue, jacked it up and down two, three, four-five times, and BAM, just
shot the biggest, whitest, thickest load of cum I have ever seen in my life
all over the inside of my brother's mouth. Holy fuck, man or boy, I've
never seen anyone shoot that much before. Not before. Not since. And it
went all over Grunt everywhere. On his face. On his nose. On his lips. On
his tongue. Cum went everywhere.

"Close your mouth!" Tucker yelled. "Get your mouth around my dick. Don't
waste it. Swallow it. All of it."

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed like a sewing machine working overtime. He
was absolutely gobbling and gagging, trying to get it all down. He was
actively drinking what was still erupting out of Tucker's dick, while
Tucker wiped up the copious strands of his massive gob shots off Grunts
little cheeks and force fed them into my brother's gobbling mouth a big
slimy fingerful at a time.

"That's it," Tucker grunt-whispered. "Look at him eat that cum,
Jordan. He's going to remember this one for a long time, aren't you,
Grunt. Good boy, Grunt. Now you're a big boy, man. Now you know how to eat
a load the proper way."

Grunt went "mmmmmmmm," again. "Good," he whispered. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"That's how you eat jizz, little man," Tucker told him. "And don't you
forget it. No more licking out of the palm shit, right?"

Grunt nodded obediently.

"Next time your brother and his friends want to feed you some cum, you sit
down on this bed and open your fucking yap, and you suck their cocks the
right way, you got that?"

Grunt nodded obediently again.

"Because if you don't, I'm gonna come back over here and feed you six more
of these."

Grunt moaned, imagining. I moaned too. I was so fucking hard I couldn't
stand it. Tucker noticed.

"Now get back down on your tummy so your brother can fuck your ass."

"Oh yesssss," Grunt moaned quietly, and he did what he was told.

He laid down again, spread his ass cheeks apart. His little hole was redder
now, and partially open and I followed Tucker's example. I spit on it,
watched in awe as my wad of white spit actually landed smack dab on the
funnel of his anus, and actually got quicksand-sucked inside of
him. Actually gravity-drooled right into his wet ass chamber.

Then I lubed my cock with even more spit, lined it up, and taking my cue
from my cousin, I shoved it straight into Grunt with a deep, mighty push.

"Ohhhhhhhhh owwwwieeeeeee," Grunt groaned. "Oh fuck me,
Jordan. Yesssssssss."

"See how he likes that dick now?" Tucker grinned at me. "Don't you hold
back now, Jordan. You get it way up in there. You sink it into him good."

If I live to be a million, I'll never forget how hot and wet and so
perfectly surrounding my brother's rectum felt around my dick. It was
heaven in a butthole. It was all-encompassing. It was the hottest, softest,
tightest, most wonderful place my dick had ever felt. I could have cum in
him just holding it there, shoving it deep in his asshole. I swear I could
have cum in his ass just from how hot, good and tight it felt.

"Fuck him," Tucker said, like I was the dumbest kid in the world for just
laying on top of him, doing nothing. I started to move my hips up and down
obediently, and oh sweet mama, that felt even better. It couldn't have felt
better in a million years, in a million dreams.

"Oh fuck," I muttered, with tears in my eyes practically. "Oh, Grunt. Oh,
Jake. Fucking beautiful little fuck spot. Fucking beautiful little
fucky-ass." Oh hell, I don't know what I was saying. It was probably all
nonsense talk. I was just so lost in bliss, I was just babbling
incoherently at that point.

"There you go," Tucker said proudly. "Now he knows who's in charge of him,
Jordan. Now he knows whose dick is the boss. He's gonna ask for that cock
of yours five times a day."

Grunt whimpered. Pushed his ass up back against my deeply rutting
cock. Twisted back into me like he wanted to suck me into his whole heart
and soul. He wanted way more, way harder. I gave it to him
faster. Deeper. I let myself pound him. I loved hearing him go "oof" as the
breath rushed out of him with my every in-thrust.

"You like that dick up your litte butt, Grunt?" my cousin teased sexily

"Oh yeah," Grunt whispered quietly, totally tamed. "Oh fuck I love
it. Ugh. Do it harder."

"And you're gonna let your brother stick it in you any time he needs to?"

"Oh yesssss," whimpered Grunt, as he oofed along to my deep thrusts. You
could hear the air being knocked out of his lungs. He was bucking back
against me like a mad man. "Fuck me, Jordan. Whenever you want to. Fuck me
like this."

Hearing my brother love it so much was all that I needed to reach to the
top.

"Oh fuck," I said to Tucker. "I'm gonna shoot in him. I'm gonna blow!"

"That's it, Jordan! Cornhole him good! Cream up his insides!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKKK!" I yelled as my wad burst into him.

"OHHHHHH FUCKKKK! OH SHITT! OH NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHH!"

"SO GOODDDDD!"

My twitching dick turned circles inside him, made us have twitches, have
seizures. I did dances up his shithole. Magic, cum-splattering dances.

And Grunt just moaned. Just laid there like a good boy with a big load of
jizz up his ass, gasping and writhing under me, and fighting for breath.

I laid my full weight down on top of him, just to rest, just to recover,
and when I did, he moaned, not for the weight of me, just for the
closeness. The ownership. The completion.

"Love you," he whispered in a tiny, gentle micro-voice so Tucker wouldn't
here. So sincere. So quiet. I barely heard it myself.

"Love you too, Jake," I whispered back.

When I finally pulled it out of him and he turned around and sighed, he
looked so happy being filled in this special brother way, I wanted to take
a picture of his tired little proud face and mail it to grandma.

"Fuck, that was good," I panted breathlessly. "I've been wanting to do that
forever." I stroked his sweet face. Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Well, now you get to do it whenever you want," Tucker said with a warm
smile. "And if you don't let him, Grunt, I'll be back her the next weekend
to cream that hole until it shoots out your nose."

Grunt gulped and nodded his head. He'd eaten that load. He knew how big it
was. If Tucker put that all cum up inside of him, he'd be shitting out jizz
for a week and a half.

His hand went down to his rock hard boy bone. 11-years-old and bursting at
the seams.

"You gonna go in the bathroom and shut the door and jack off now?" I asked
him.

Grunt shook his head no.

"Because that's his usual thing," I explained to Tucker. "After he takes a
load, he goes in, shuts the door, jacks off in private, and says nobody
follow me."

Grunt shook his head "no" again.

Instead, he took his dick in his own little hand, looked me straight in the
eye with lust and defiance, jacked his own cock for about twenty, thirty
seconds as Tucker and I looked on in great enjoyment.

Then with gritted teeth and a grunt beyond his years, he silently shivered,
held his palm up over the end of his dick and fired out two crystal clear
shots of spermless boy nectar right into his waiting hand. Burbling,
honey-sweet, clear and shiny!

"Hey!" I hollered proudly. "Your first jizz, Grunt. Will you look at that!
Perfect!"

Tucker gave him a thumbs-up too.

"You gonna save it?" I asked him. "Put it in your scrapbook?"

"Nope," he grinned at me, shaking his head.

He looked up at me mischievously and I already knew where this was heading,
much to my delight. Tucker stood back in the corner and smiled. He let us
have our moment.

"You need some help with that, bud?" I asked my little brother.

"Yeah," Grunt said defiantly, and then with a proud, cocky, long-awaited
flourish, he brought that little hand up to my face, mashed that little
baby wad into my lips, and made me all sticky with his sweet, pubescent
goo.

"Lick it, bitch" he said with a wicked grin I opened up my mouth, stuck out
my tongue and went straight to heaven, discovering a whole new flavor I'd
be enjoying for years to come.

"Cum-eater," he giggled, as Tucker stepped forward, pushed him down on the
bed on his hands and knees, lined up his dick and got ready to cum in him a
second time. Up the ass this time.

As Tucker's thick dick went quickly into Grunt's fully-tamed and wide-open
ass, my little brother cooed happily and popped off little unintentional
air farts and cum bubbles that made us all laugh.

Meanwhile, he kept mashing that little hand to my lips, smiling the whole
time feeding me his first special cum load, because, well, brothers are
brothers and life comes full circle.

He finally got what he wanted, that dirty little cum hound.

He had me eating out of the palm of his hand.

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Love,
Zach
z.blake@mail.com
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#zachyboy