Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2011 21:16:40 -0800 (PST) From: Markus Berger Subject: Double Wank - 2 DOUBLE-WANK - 2 --------------------- For adult readers at legal places Adult-Youth - b/b, t/b [m/b mentioned] Double-Wank by mb_stories 2011 Author's note: There were just a handful comments after I've delivered "Double-Wank", but at least and thankfully there were, with one asking for more details from the beginning and another with more about Tom and what his dominant behavior meant for me. I'll try to come back to both requests with other parts, but due to fading memories it's again not a 100% genuine anymore, albeit rather vividly recalled and slightly altered for the benefit of the dramaturgy at some points. * Prolog My producer had left the area, when mom was still pregnant with me, whereas the Sicilian waiter from Catania, who's sperms had brought Thomas to life, had at least married mom ... for a couple years though only, and then disappeared too, without having adopted me, what left me till today with mother's family name and with Tom using that fact many years later to call me sometimes a bastard, when he was about to saddle me ! As young kids granny then cared mostly for us aside from our aunt, mom's older sister, until we had to move when I was in kindergarten due to mom's job in a household good's factory, leaving me with a key and the order to watch over my younger half brother. Generally we went quite well along with each other, but when Tom had entered grade 1 and I was in grade 2, he was spending most of his free time with mates on playgrounds or soccer places, whereas I was at home, reading comics like Mickey Mouse and adventure books we both got from our aunt. Of course we'd showed each other our willies, felt each other up and compared our nuts, but could not see a big difference other than his dick was slightly fatter then mine, but that time not longer. My 1st sexual encounter had happened during grade 2 in autumn, just a week after I'd lost my only close classmate Patrik who'd moved away. I remember having shed tears very badly some nights afterwards, annoying Tom with that, as he didn't understand my feelings towards that cutie. Patrik had looked like a star in his always so soft clothes, which had a scent of freshness due to adds into the laundry pot, what mom not had. I often was snuggling up to him and diving my face into his pullover or shirt, what had made him giggle and caress me then. I really was in love with that kid, my first, but we never got to mess around or even show each other ... never gave a thought about, and so he remains the only purely loved boy in my whole life to be once beloved just because of being a cute little boy who'd let me be snuggly with him ! * Part 2 I'm Markus, or Mark, 13 years old and small for my age, smaller and weaker then my one year younger half brother Tom who was sitting at my left in the circus, following the show, whereas I had Peter, the 7-year-old neighbor boy on my lap, with my hand gentle caressing his young and thin smooth upper thighs, whereas my mind was drifting away from the show in front of us, thinking about if I really should try to fuck that more like 6 then 7 years looking kid that very coming night. And then I also was sighing about the thought, that I had most likely to see Werner tomorrow on Sunday, the butcher's helping hand, and that he again wanted me to be a tied animal he had to slaughter, hung up at my ankles though this time, what made me shudder on the bench, so that Tom was asking me what it was. "Uh ... Werner, and what he wants to do tomorrow ..." I whispered to him. "Jeez -- you've said it was fun last time, him cutting you off, all the limbs and wiener and ball sac with the edge of his hand, before shooting his wad into your face; so what's the matter now, huh?" he gave back, loud enough that Peter also could hear, him asking if it was that man we'd seen in the railway station's restroom. "Yeah ..." I just admitted. "But he'd looked nice, Mark, and he only wants to play with you ... same like you did last time with me ... and what you want to play with me tonight again â€" yes?" the kid said, leaving me quite stunned about his remarks and was looking then a bit sternly to Tom, asking what he'd said to the kid. "Uh, don't loose it bro, I think he had to know that you're just my slut and have to please some lonely men too -- that's all I've told him," Tom replied with a dirty grin. KNOCK ! There -- I'd lost control and had served a blow onto Tom's head with my left fist's knuckles, leaving my bro totally surprised. "Hey â€" don't do that again, or I won't let you fuck me tonight!" Peter quite angrily und to my best surprise hissed. "Well well -- the sissy boy wants to grow up, huh? With that baby fist? Not yet, bro -- not yet ... and you'll get my response later at home ... down in the cellar ... with my belt ..." That said Tom then turned, whereas Peter in a sudden decision wiggled himself free from my lap, just to climb onto Tom's, placing my bro's stronger palm deliberately onto his kid crotch and asking him, if he could watch when he was punishing me. "You brat, hehe -- well, might be a good lesson, and I'm even considering to fuck you right down there and before Mark's eyes afterwards, huh?" "Uh ... you wanna ... but your willy is much thicker, Tom," Peter worried aloud. "Shhhhhhh -- don't let the whole circus know, damn'; but my dick can make your bum feel better after a while then Mark's thin wiener sausage," Tom tried, and succeeded, as Peter then giggled about my wiener sausage, nodding his approval to get fucked by him first, before briefly looking at me, showing his rosy tongue for a second, turned and placed his young hands onto Tom's palm, pressing down there slightly, but with Tom then mentioning the crowd around and that some people might look at. That was it then -- the end ! Yeah, I WAS a defeated, hurt and abandoned sissy and didn't see the show anymore, not only because my eyes had watered up, but because I felt falling into a dark hole, and then somehow began to silently swear about me having entered that toilet down in the old school years ago, what had triggered all my ordeal ... or at least Tom's naughty behavior, so I'd thought ... * I was eight and a half years old back then when it happened, but had the looks more like fragile 7-year-old ... and it was the very beginning of my introduction into sex life. No, it wasn't really an ordeal, as I don't want to exaggerate here, but often quite harsh it was, since I'd not planned to become an easy bottom kid for others, nor later always for Tom, but destiny had it differently thought for me ... Well, it had started dramatically and all of a sudden on an afternoon when class had ended at 3 pm and I had to pee, leaving my house key for Tom when he came out of his classroom, but then, seeing the crowd of other boys from primary 1 to 3 with quite some storming the restroom on our floor too, I had hesitated and then went to the basement, where the 7th and 8th graders had their working classes two or three times a week. Hearing still noise emanating from one room and knowing very well that primary pupils had nothing to do down here, I almost tiptoed to the toilet it had there as well and carefully opened the door, slipped halfway in ... and saw a gangly teenager I just knew that he had at least to be 13 or 14 as a 7th or 8th grader from a neighboring village, him standing at the right corner of the urinal wall with all his junk out of his fly, rubbing with his right fist rapidly to and fro on its longish cock lenght, whereas his left had a tight grip around his impressive balls. Between the restroom door I froze at the spot, shocked what I saw before my young innocent eyes and yet was at the same time already rather mesmerized about it too - instantly. He was breathing heavily and rhythmically arching his skinny frame more and more towards the black painted urinal, until ... "HEY ... WHAT THE ... Unnghhh â€" SHIT â€" Unghnnn ... mmnnnghh ... unnghh ..." He'd seen me standing there, the door still a bit open behind me, and I wanted, but couldn't turn and run away, as I HAD to see what was going on and what was right then squirting out in two long white ropes and a shorter volley from his dick and what was surely NOT pee, splattering aloud onto the black wall. "Come in and close the door -- damn'," he'd hissed, when his stuff was then only dribbling over his fist, him shoving his used and still glistening and oozing dick and nut sac back into his fly and then grabbed my shirt's collar with his slightly drenched hand, pulled me with him into the next stall and locked the door. "What the hell are you 2nd grader doing down here, huh?" he then asked quietly, gripping my blond mop rudely and making my face turn up to him. "I ... I ... just came to ... to peeeeee ..." I'd stuttered very afraid, and then got aware, that his fly was still open just in front of me, where I could see the prominent bulge in his white undies. Gosh, that 13-plus-something-year-old was not only about 5'8" tall, but had really a long dick too, and that thought gave me a very funny and till then strange, unknown, but not unpleasant feeling in my stomach â€" not at all. "What are you starring at? Oh, have to close my cage, or my bird would come out again and spit its milk-reminders into your face, hehehe ... uh, listen, you don't tell anybody that you've seen my bird squirt its load -- you've seen it, did you, huh?" he wanted to know. I was nodding then, assuring him that I wouldn't say anything to anybody. "Good boy, hehe," he seemed to be OK with that and pulled teasingly on my nose with his thumb and bony forefinger, to and fro, several times. "That's the way you have to do it, kid, but with the lower nose of course, hehehe ... uh, do you understand what I mean, huh?" I was shaking my head NO, pulling up my nose then and sniffing that unknown strong scent his slippery fingers had left, and then I felt, that my already stiffened dick got even harder in my little undies. "No? Gosh - don't you jerk off yet?" "Jerk ...?" I again shook my head NO. "But play with, pulling on the foreskin and rolling the nuts around I guess," he insisted further, upon which I thought I should just confirm a bit for him to make him happy and then said, that I sometimes would pull on my willy. "See, thought that you're a naughty kid too, hehehe ... now get your trousers down and I'll show you how you have to play with it for real ... yeah, like right now and here ... but go go, before somebody else enters the loo ..." he urged me and was then stunned, that I had a very hard wiener pointing high into the air, when I obediently had pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles, then looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "It ... it got big ... just like that ... I don't know why ..." I'd stuttered to him, sensing though that it had to do about seeing his dick, his white stuff and the smell his fingers had. "Ha -- weil du und dein Schwänzchen wollen, dass es endlich mal richtig runtergewichst wird -- darum!" (Ho -- because you and your cocklet both want that it finally gets wanked down for right â€" that's why!) "Runterge ... gewichst?" (Wa ... wanked down?) "Yeah -- wanked, jacked off; boys just have to do that even at your age. You're quite lucky that you've seen me wanking off out there and now get a free lesson, just let me see ... and look how it goes," the tall teen said and then gripped my stiffy carefully with his long thin fingers and pulled the foreskin down, exposing my little round cherry-head, before pushing the skin back, just to repeat that move again and again. "Dem sagt man 'Mütze-Glatze-Spiel' !" (It's called caphead-baldhead game !) "Really? Why?" I wanted to know, giving me fully in to him and his game. "Because you're setting the pure head of your birdie free, when pulling the skin back, and cover it again like with a cap, when shoving the skin up -- understand now?" "Uh yeah -- it's a funny game," I replied. "It is?" he gave back. "Yeah, but it's sort of tingly now ..." "Yet? Where?" he wanted to know, accelerating his rubbing. "In the stomach ... no, in my birdie ... and below ... ungh ... as well ... uhhhh ... unnghhh ... ohh ... ohhhhhhhh ..." It came unexpected for me and let me shudder strongly for several seconds, collapsing into his legs with my face and open mouth right at his crotch with the gaping fly. "Hey, don't eat my dick!" he exclaimed, pulling me away from his crotch where I'd left some saliva, when almost loosing consciousness during my first ever orgasm I was aware of, having tightly gripped the jeans of that older boy with my small fists for not falling down. But then he was pulling me close again, saying that I could at least lick it a bit and then he really fished his half deflated penis out again, which then rose quickly up and was brushing over my face which the teen brought close to his crotch. I'd writhed to get away, saying to please let me go, but he just scolded me to be quiet and help him to get the rest of his milk out of his dick, and before long I got its sticky-slippery the half lenght shoved into my mouth, what let me gag and him withdrew a bit. "Be careful -- damn', just suck and suck," he hissed, then, after I'd managed a sorry between his dick in my mouth, he started to hump my face, gentle though, and held my head at its back, whereas I was getting a hold at his jeans, when we heard noise on the gangway, before the door opened and another teen's broken voice hollered: "It's you there in, Jack?" "Y-yeah ..." my mouth-fucker said, working then just slowly to and fro between my lips. "Shot quite some spunk here at the piss wall, hehehe ... wattayadoin'?" "Uh ... empty my bowels ..." Jack gave back, then was speeding up, tensed and pulled me tightly to him, what let me choke and squek in panic, when his teenager slime was not only gushing into my mouth and down my throat, but came out of my little nostrils as well. "Hey, with whom are you in too ... ?" the teen outside asked quite alerted, then just jumped up at the wooden door, as there was, other then at the floor with just around 2 inches, a huge gap of about 2 feet up to the ceiling. I was then in order to breathe again, very desperately swallowing Jack's dick-offer and saw two hands gripping the upper frame of the stalls, then the lad's face emerged at the edge, when Jack was just pulling his spent cock out, tearing some glibber with it too from my young fucked mouth, rinning over my chin down onto my pullover. "SHIT JACK ! That's a kid ! [] END PART 2 []