Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2011 23:24:27 -0800 (PST) From: Markus Berger Subject: Double Wank DOUBLE-WANK -------------------- "Double-Wank" and other hints from true-life events, longtime ago though and thus not a 100% genuine anymore; for adult readers at legal places and for me to find out how to go ahead, chronologically or just randomly - if you would feedback, that is. Adult-Youth; b/b, t/b [m/b, f/b just mentioned] Double-Wank by mb_stories 2011 * I'm Markus, or Mark, 13 years old, still with a petite build ... and this is a story before the possibly later following stories. It happened on a Saturday in late April, the day we were allowed to see the new show of the national circus Knie at 2.30 pm down at the provincial capital some 5 km away. My half brother Thomas (12) and I were already very excited when changing into our better Sunday polo shirts and shorts after lunch. Hearing our since years divorced mom washing the dishes, I saw Tom pulling at his prominent hard-on he'd fished out of the fly of his white undies, and looking into his eyes he started to grin, then beckoned me with his head to him, urging me to quickly drop my just pulled up shorts and briefs again, stay firm and bend over. I'd rolled my eyes and sighed, annoyed that he needed to fuck and cum into my ass right then and there, his favorite task btw and what he'd done already the very morning before getting up. Gosh he anyway much too often did it lately, after he's got spunky almost half a year ago, not satisfied with just an offered hand or blow job I'd otherwise always gladly served to him. However, I didn't argue anymore and had no choice but to obey, after he'd pinned me down onto my bed during a wrestling competition a couple months ago, because I'd said NO to get fucked by him ... but then got more or less raped instead, paralized by two smacks he'd blown loudly onto my mouth with his and compared to mine big palm - not strong hits though, but it had worked, him pulling then swiftly my jeans and briefs down to mid-thighs, then mounted and rode me hastily my since years from teens and men deflowered bum and shortly afterwards flushed my guts with his watery immature seed. He'd said sorry when he'd emptied his balls and I'd pulled my little white Y-fronts and jeans up, but he'd also added, that because he was stronger and had the longer dick, HE needed to be in charge from then on and tell me, when, where and what client he would choose for me to serve, what I'd accepted after his firm grip on my chin and a clear "Is that understood?" After my startled nod and a hard gulp he gave me free ... but just to get rid of all my clothes then for yet another, and longer, somehow even quite harder ride. "See, I'm more a man then you and need from now on a whore sometimes, but for the time being a slut for men like you does the trick better then a silly twat from my class - just want you to know I mean it that way, bro," he'd hissed into my ear and was then briefly nibbling and biting its lobe, almost lovingly, before his hormones took over again, him shoving his rampant erection with a single push into my still slippery crevice. Well, he was meanwhile not only taller with guessed 5'3" and around 100 lbs, dark brown hairs and hazel eyes, looking quite handsome thanks to his slight tan he'd got as a half Sicilian too, but was as known by myself stronger, or say: just normal built for a 12-year-old. Additionally he was walking to my dismay also a much better developed dick around, beating my very thin stiff 4.5-incher in lenght for nearly a full and also thicker inch, whereas I was just a pale, small wimpish framed kid at age 13 with barely 5" and 85 lbs, light blond straight hairs and grey eyes. My only thought to be a tiny advantage was, that I had aside from a recently broken voice a bigger nut sac with thicker whitish milk inside and also a few blond silky pubes on the left and right of my thin stem, but what would also not help me to escape from the newly dominant behaviour of Tom, who was acting very impatiently, after I'd bent my delicate frame, him gripping me with his bigger hand around my chin and mouth and rammed his already oozing cock into my used hole, split my small bum cheeks in a quick thrust and just after half a minute pulled accidentally out of my shagged back door when he was climaxing violently, rocking me with him to and fro in the middle of our bedroom and splattering his fair amount of opaque watery liquid onto my crack and hanging balls, from where it fell rapidly down into my dropped briefs, with some running along my thin thighs into the fabric as well. "Shit Tom!" I exclaimed, not too loud though because of mom. "Uh sorry Mark - better take a fresh one ... and thanks, bro," he just replied, patting my small shoulder with his strong boy hand, then reached for my pajama pants on the bed, cleaned with its visibly stained front his spent cock by saying "One stain more doesn't matter anyway!", pushed his spent dick into his briefs, and with pulling up his shorts left, whereas I then threw the soiled briefs into the laundry basket, as it had anyway more dried cum spots in it - from a nasty man though who'd liked to push his cock into the fly of my briefs and milk it with my Y-fronts' fabric, before releasing all his creamy stuff and messing my pubic area and the front of my underwear totally up. Yeah, we both were hustling occasionally, after I'd got seduced and introduced at a rather young age of 8-a-half, looking like 7 though, by a scrawny 13 years old teenager from a neighbor village who'd always taken me to a toilet in the basement of our school, with a mate and his 15 years old brother then later using me too once in a while. Tom didn't know that and only much later found out, after I at around age 9-a-half had started on my own to become a rent boy, after that skinny teenager went into apprenticeship. So eventually I had to take Tom with me as well due to his insistency, when he'd been 11, upon which he then as said began to arrange all dates for me and so became my pimp and I at the same time his easy to use cum dump, 2 or 3 times day and/or at night, often in a harsh rape-style, depending if he had sold his young seed before or not. That time back on the country side though there was whether much money paid for our services nor had it happened more then two times during the week, but we were a bit busier on Saturdays and Sundays down at the provincial capital. There Tom was then lately arranging dates with two men who not only wanted to get jacked off, but also to fuck me orally and anally or to tie me up and with one liking to cum onto various parts of my body, sometimes even peed on me. My bro at the other side though just took the guys who needed a strong 12-year-old's hand for a wank or who would blow him, nothing more. I guess mom had sensed some when we were in our mid-teens, but before didn't really know about our after school and weekend jobs, believing that we were once in a while working for pocket money at the scrap yard it had near the railway station down there. However, since especially my activities had brought cum stained clothes as a result, she had scolded me once in a while and just a week ago again to behave a bit better and not always to pull on my thing till it had to squirt its slime. Tom was openly grinning then at the table, upon which mom had said, that he most likely would become the same piggy boy as well and that we should use our hankies or go to the bath and take a toilet paper to wipe it away instead shooting it into our pajama bottoms, underwear or bedsheets. He then too got a tomato head, but not such a glowing one as mine. I sighed when thinking about that and was then searching for fresh white Y-fronts, but since whether I nor Tom had clean ones in the cupboard, plus the door bell was ringing, with mom right afterwards calling out from the kitchen that Peter was ready, I'd shrugged and then just pulled my thin beige summer shorts up without briefs, pushing my plump egg sac and my limply dangling longish wiener to the left in order to zip up and then rushed out and opened my arms. Peter flashed me his cutest smile, jumped in, and while lifting him up I briefly squeezed his crotch with my left and got a giggle and then a wet kiss from him onto my cheek. Now it was Tom who'd rolled his eyes back, murmuring something like "Pervs!", what was hurting me a bit, as I really liked that 7-year-old neighbor kid who looked like 6 at most ... not because he was a curly blond cutie with sparkling blue eyes, but because I loved him and ... well, since I had no real mates at school or the neighborhood, mostly getting chosen the last at teamsports, I was focussing more on smaller kids, but other then with 'clients' I was too shy or not wanted to be labelled as a fag to approach much younger pupils I secretly was fancying at school. Therefore I was just thinking of them instead, in a sexual way of course and to tell the truth, and spilling my sperm into my pajama pants in my bed when picturing me doing nasty things with this or that kid ... and that happened mostly right afterwards when Tom was done with me and sound asleep, after he had his nuts nicely emptied and my butt filled - without caring about my boner, but which I anyway needed for my fantasies. Destiny then had it though that really such a boy named Peter moved in next to us in our apt. block with his single mom a month ago, and she sort of liked me from the beginning and seemed to be quite glad whenever I came to ask for Peter. Since she was working then at the same plant as mom, they got well along soon, and other then Tom I was joining them often, with mom saying that I still was a bit behind in growth, what let Peter's mom mildly smile, explaining that her son was small to for his age and that it was OK for her when I would play with him sometimes. Well, mom didn't know what I had in mind, but Peter's mother was different, even encouraging me to be not so shy and touch or hug her boy. She also often would tousle my hair a bit first and pull lovingly on my nose, when I was invited into their apartment and joining her little son in his bedroom after school, where we would play with his Märklin construction parts and toy cars. Just a few days ago though she had mentioned what for a nice manly voice I had, praised it and thought, that I looked more mature between my legs in my old little and rather skimpy blue cotton gym shorts I just wore but at home. "You're filling out interestingly here now, dear," she'd breathed, glaring openly at my crotch while letting her small hand briefly glide over the bulge, where my briefs-clad nuts protruded a bit obscenely from the shorts' left leg opening, before asking with a tremble in her voice, if it was my heavy egg pouch hanging out and looked to be like a man's scrotum. I'd nodded with a sudden heat on my cheeks and smiled sheepishly, upon which she gave my smile back, painfully it seemed, before gentle shoving me ahead to Peter's bedroom. Oh gosh - I really had no idea yet that she had more then a crush on me, telling me then yesterday, that she'd liked to have a baby brother for her Peter, and since I also had blond hairs, that I hopefully might consider to help her out with that, but what I didn't understand at all, her telling me then that she would explain it another day to me and that I please should not mention that to anybody, but that she would care to be for some time alone with me then. I'd nodded again without a clue what she'd really wanted, but I remember having had a faint guess that she was intending to feel me up more intensely if we were alone, what I then thought I surely wouldn't deny her to do. For that moment though I was just happy that she'd let me play with her young son, and when she'd once gone for shopping, Peter had let me feel him up, and then, after the childish "show me-game" and with our trousers and briefs around our ankles, I'd helped him to pull the foreskin down on his throbbing 3-inches nail to soon afterwards enjoy his very first dry cum, feeling it pulse between my tenderly wanking fingers, before he too was helping me to unload my milk by carefully kneading my fat balls, surprised, but not at all complaining, when my sticky slime was drenching his smallish hands which worked ahead as told, until I'd asked him to stop, scooping a bit of my cum from my small headed cock and putting my digit into my mouth. Yeah yeah - he'd wrinkled his cute little nose, but was then hesitantly tasting some of my spilled sperm at my advise, and after having thoughtful looked to the ceiling with his tiny finger in his lush mouth, he even was licking up some more with his pink little tongue from his small coated hand afterwards. "Not like real milk, but gooood," he'd grinned afterwards, and sure enough had some fine cum threads between his tender raspberry colored lips. Now that Tom had whispered "Pervs" had nothing to do with the kiss the boy gave me on my cheek, but surely with him knowing the fact, that he knew from mom that I'd had a bath with that kid - at Peter's place. They didn't know though that Peter's mom was first watching a bit too when we got rid of our clothes, pointing to my longish thin stiffy and telling her son that he once will hopefully develop in a similar way as I between the legs, before she'd let it be with that and had left us alone, when the tub was full, the water not too hot and shampoo added. "Don't fuck him - he's way too young for that!" Tom had warned me afterwards, when he was mounting me as usual in my bed at around 10 pm. "Don't worry," I'd given back, but had tried just that in the bathtub, though was probing the 7-year-old's tiny pucker only and then had already to cum and was coating his sweet little melons and his lower back with my cream. "Oh - that good milk," the kid had exclaimed aloud and tried to scoop some onto his thin digit, when his mom came in again. "Uh ... it ... it ..." I'd tried, blushed and embarrassed was covering my still very erect thin fertilizing tube. "Shhhhhhh - that happens to boys your age, and nobody has to know about, huh Peter? We won't tell anybody!" she explained in a hoarse voice, and then, when Peter was slyly shaking his wet curls NO, she was scooping herself some of my goo away from Peter's bum and hastily left the bath, and I had the strong impression, that she'd brought her finger to her mouth on the way out. She wanted then to talk to me about something, later at the weekend, when we were back from the circus, and had asked my mom already for a sleepover at Peter's room. * "Let's go now or we'll miss the train," Tom then hurried me out of my thoughts, and 10 minutes later we three were in a huge bunch of waiting people at all ages on the platform, since the 1.30 pm train ever had always many passengers, plus now with the show of the circus brought additional carriages for the crowd to ride, as it rolled in. We were running, and pulling small Peter flying with me, we were almost first to mount the wagon in front and right away took seats in the nearest compartiment. However, with such a huge crowd wanting to ride too, we boys were forced to pile up, means, that Tom had to let me sit on his lap, with me having then also Peter lifted onto my just shorts-clad crotch. There were so many people pushing and trying to find a place to at least stay a bit more comfortably, that I had no sight to the bench opposite of us - just legs of trousers and such hidden under skirts. And then it was Peter who'd started it by impishly looking back at me and Tom, before lifting my right up from his smooth bare upper thigh and placed it slowly right onto his short's crotch with the sweet little bulge it had there, pressing then several times onto my hand, upon which I let my palm adjust on his by then already stiff kid nail, whereas my fingers tried to slip down between the junction to find his little jewels and perineum, him slightly spreading his thighs. "Do me," he just whispered to me in an already accelerated breath, and when I was starting to rhythmically press my palm onto his iron stalk, he smirked a bit and then whispered again: "I can feel your stiffy." That though was audible enough for Tom as well, and before long I could feel another hand on the search for a goal - my brother's, which easily found its target under Peter's tiny butt and throu my thin and only fabric of my shorts. By then though I was anxiously looking around if anyone would or could see that double action, and relieved that there was no chance so far, I got thrilled by the fact that my otherwise so dominant younger half brother was lending me his hand for the first time after more then a year again to serve me with a hand job ... well a finger and thumb job it then was. Peter could feel that second player too of course and looked briefly back to my brother, as his little frame got always bumped up whenever Tom was on his up stroke on my thin wiener, before all came very fast to a climaxing end. It was again Peter who was the first, when his thin legs clamped together and his little hand got a hard cramping grip on my still pressing palm, his eyes shut, before I felt it myself hottly rush into my wanked tube, with a glassy look and slightly shaking legs feeling it wetten my shorts, badly, the way it took me so long to shudder and unload. It was a very good wank, and I'd wished to be at home alone with Tom, as I right then had the urge to kiss and thank him for that, and all humiliations I so far was suffering from him because of his almost 7/24 boss-attitudes were fading away ... Tom had glistening fingers, when he took his hand from beneath Peter's bum and away from my soiled crotch and cleaned them on my polo shirt's side. "Hey ..." I wanted to protest, but quickly went down with my sound, as the train had stopped briskly and the crowd of people was pushed to the exit doors. "I need to fuck you, there at the men's restroom - NOW ... uh, please," he then softened his urgent order, adjusting his then very prominent bulge in his shorts. "It's a bit wet and slippery here," Peter said to me, as soon as we were on the platform and before I could answer Tom's request, the kid then looking up at me in discomfort and was showing me his sticky fingers from checking the back of his little light blue shorts which then had a big and wet darker spot. "I know - sorry, it's from me ... we need to clean it there in the men's room," I replied, again not answering Tom, just trying to casually hold a hand towards my crotch in order to hide the even nastier wet spot on my beige shorts, which made it quite easy to recognize the outlines of my pubescent package. The men's toilets were also rather busy, where I first cleaned Peter's shorts with same soap and wetted paper, before Tom was pulling me with him, when he'd detected a free stall, but came a second too late. "Shit - don't play the deaf Mark - I need to fuck you NOW, I'm so damn' horny," Tom eventually scolded the way Peter could hear it as well. "I'll go with you, Tom," the kid then offered, and before I got stunned over it, he was pulling Tom with him to another just free getting cubicle. "BUT TOM ..." it burst out of me in a sudden pain, not wanting him to really fuck that kid, because ... well, *I* wanted to be that little boy's first ... *I* ! "No no silly, not that, just ... " Tom quickly reassured me by shaking his fist briefly up and down, and I calmed and let my held breath out. When I turned around I saw a man in his 30ies at the sinks I knew to work as a helping hand in a butcher's shop. He was washing his hands and was looking via a mirror in front of him with a smile and an uplifted eyebrow to me. "We have to go to the circus now," I said to him quietly, when passing by to the next sink in order to wash out a bit my big stain. "Tomorrow then, since you've obviously just spilled your sap, huh?" he wanted to know. "Oh that? Just an accident ... um, Tom might phone you, if it works," I gave back, not wanting to interfere in my bro's domaine and then was wetting the whole front of my shorts and rubbed it down with some paper tissues. "Oh I see ... um, tell him I want to repeat that slaughter game from last week with you ... I want to shoot into your neck ... but from behind this time ... OK?" he whispered. "Again that? And ... bondage?" "Just wrists and ankles - upside down this time though!" "Wha ... up ... upside down? That's ..." I lost it. "Nothing to worry, it's part of the extended game, more like real you know ..." "Uh, but like that ... well, I'll tell him ... " I sighing assured the man and then turned, as I'd seen Peter and Tom step out of their stall and came over to my sink, where the kid had to get some spunk wiped out from his curls, the forehead and the pullover. "I came that damn' fast - sorry," Tom said both to me and Peter and then whispered into my ear that the kid would know now what a bum fuck was, but that he wouldn't shag the kid before I had pumped my goo into his cute bum first ... if I would behave what he'd in mind with me. That said he turned and shook hands with that man and well known costumer next to us, who was then with a low voice repeating his request for me, with Tom nodding, but telling him he'd call him up tomorrow. The man then turned again to wash just another time his hands, a camouflage to excuse his lenght of stay in the men's restroom, and we finally were on the 5 minutes walk to the circus, and thanks to our mom who'd purchased tickets the week before we had pretty nice places down on the 5th row away from the arena ... The show started great as ever, and soon I had Peter on my lap, leaning happily into me, after the thin fabric of my shorts had dried up rather fast. But instead massaging his crotch again I was then just caressing his smooth little boy thigh, thinking about the sleepover that night who could, but not necessarily had to lead to the deflowering of that cutie. However, since Tom had explained him more about, I thought ... and sure enough the imp was asking me in the pause if I would fuck him tonight. "Well, I will see ... but how about your mom then?" I worried a bit. "Oh, I think she won't say anything, 'cause she anyway wants to talk to you ... later, when I'm asleep with your milk in my bum, hihihi ... " Then with the start of the 2nd part we concentrated again on the show down in front of us ... well, I then drifted once in a while away to the possible event, and what exactly Peter's mom wanted ... and then too what would wait for me tomorrow in case Tom would book me to see that somewhat weird man, who seemingly had in mind to hang me upside down up like a goat he had to slaughter - Brrrrrrr ... [] THE END SO FAR []