Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 22:32:07 -0800 (PST) From: Markus Berger Subject: Double Wank - 6 DOUBLE WANK - 6 --------------------- Warning: It's for adult readers at legal places only, as it deals with sexual activities between men and underage boys; altered at some points though and therefore just basically true Adult-Youth - b/t [m/t, f/t/b mentioned] Double-Wank by mb_stories 2011 Last part ended with: "OK, night mom ... uh, can I come over in case I'd change my mind?" "Sure you can, you're my small boy, always been, and you'll need some help to come back on track with your puberty -- sweetie ..." she then smiled, and briefly kissed my forehead ... and was starring at my shorts' bulge not differently then Alex' or Peter's mom had done before ... and I got a boner -- a rapid one, and wanted to turn and hide it in the bedroom, but could not move, just stood there and let mom see how badly my shorts were tenting up. "Now just go ... and help yourself ... " she smiled at me, tousling my hair, what seemed to be a favorite task for moms; and I turned and went. "And take a hanky afterwards ..." I heard her behind me, before closing the door. * Part 6 (the last) Well, she knew that I was wanking away quite often and had scolded me repeatedly about my nasty stains everywhere, but I was fearing now that she knew more! What else? Or is she guessing only? However, the upstanding problem in my shorts was more important to takle now, and so I swiftly got rid of them as well as the hot little worn black adidas shorts from Alex, now soiled also at the back with the railway magazine worker's semen, what made my thin curved dick twitch, and I had liked to jerk off with that man's hard tool again shoved to the hilt into my still smallish 13 years old boy bum. After a sigh though and putting my proudly earned 5 bucks under my pillow I was searching for any kind of pajamas, as I didn't want to sleep in the nude -- not because of that per se, and also not because of wet dreams I did not remember if I had them or not, as I was jacking my cocklet from an early age on and never stopped so far. My gaze went over to the lid-less hamper, but a quick look then into it told me, that mom had been at the public washing house and done the laundry that afternoon -- an intricately task in an only 3 weeks turn, where she had to fire up the huge oven to get hot water for the washer, which worked with water power. Of course there were no fresh pajamas in our cupboard, and Tom had taken his not so stained pajamas for the sleepover at Peter; but since my own shorts and those black skimpy cotton ones from Alex were really too stained, still damp and would add more spots to my blanket, I decided then to take Tom's green soccer shorts for that night and would wash it out in the early morning. That thought and clad, not too tight, but of course much shorter then one can see nowadays I went to bed, turned the duvet into a roll and right away started humping it by picturing Alex fucking me very hard, brutally in fact, but I also was at a point fucking then sweet Peter and then had the idea I'd like to fuck my half brother Tom too ... yeah, he was always just grabbing me and aside from an occasional shot into my mouth pumped his watery seed one can say 7/24 up my ass . And I could always be happy if he went throu without slapping me, despite ... shit, but I even liked that sort of violent sex -- didn't know exactly why; maybe because I wanted him to be happy with me ... Gosh -- but I also wanted once to slap him, hard, or another boy ... no, not Alex, but Peter maybe. That brat had turned himself to the stronger Tom, had betrayed me in a certain way, therefore ... yessss, slap I would his tiny bum, slap - SLAP ! That was all I needed to cum, and boy did I drench the inner front of Tom's soccer shorts, what was quite a sacrilege to do, after I was done and had hung it with a bad wet and big stain on its front at the key of our cupboard to dry up a bit, before I was slipping then into my beige shorts with the starched crotch. Then I switched of the small light on the desk and turned, when briefly, and only once ... Rrring ... our doorbell rang and I could hear Tom talking quietly to mom in the hall, before he slipped into our shared bedroom, then opened the lamp at our desk, and I saw Tom in his blue PJ's, his junk outlined and dangling in his trousers, which had a damp spot at the crotch and some dried stains, mostly from me borrowing his to cum in, when he was out. The situation though was not to think further about that normally exciting view, as I came up on my elbows, a worried look on my face, because Tom the very moment saw his only pair of green soccer shorts hanging there at the key of our cupboard and had a big wet patch on it. My half brother had not to take it away and sniff the stain to find out why it was there, and wet, as he knew instantly what had happened and was the next moment at my bed and ... S M A C K ... had served me such a mighty blow onto my cheek, I just fell back to my pillow. "You damn' sick pig!" he just hissed, obviously not wanting to get mom's attention, but who had her room anyway at the farther part and the other side of the hall. Slowly I got back onto my elbows again, saying: "I'm so sor ... Smack ... did I get just another hit from him, not that hard this time, but onto my mouth instead, and again I fell onto my pillow. "Get the hell up," he then shouted, still rather quietly though, pulling me at my light blond hair out of the bed and dragging me to the desk. "Get those fucking cum shorts off and bend!" was his next order, and I already a bit relieved hurried to please his demand, when I out of my eye's corner saw, that he'd opened the cupboard and then ... "Oh noooo please, I won't use your clothes anymore ... I'm a wimp I know, but still your halfbrother ..." I desperately tried, when he was already swinging his thin black leather belt from a pair of his long Sunday trousers and then S W A T - S W A T - S W A T ... had I already a rapid series of two stinging blows across my bum cheeks and one high on my thin thighs. "Turn and stay straight!" he almost whispered. "No, hands down to your sides," he ordered, when I was like last time trying to hide my erection and then nodded first, when seeing my now bald, shaved pubic area, saying that Alex was a guy he could count on. But then he saw something else. "Wha ... what? Don't tell me you liked that ... Gosh, what for a weird wimp you are ... here, take that ..." he scolded, again not loud, and then hit my stiif wiener with his belt, not hard though, but it was enough to let my thin banana twitch twice and my body buck and arch. "Huh? Almost there because of that?" he said, stunned, and then quickly served me two other light swats directly across my fat and dangerously drown up balls, and I started to buck again, definitely now, as it was all I needed to cum -- very badly to cum! "Stay still," he hissed, but watched full of fascination, when I tried to keep my composure, but of course failed more then ever and jerked and twisted and writhed as if hit by a grand mal, whereas Tom had even to step backwards a bit, when my throbbing wiener was shooting my load far out to the left. "Lick it â€" all," came Tom's voice, when I even could not see clear yet, but what let me obediently act the way he wanted, saying: "Yes, of course -- sorry!" I almost fell onto my knees, but then hurried to lap up from the simple wooden floor what I thought was my cum, then waited on my knees, head down, until his strong boy hand pulled me up at my mop and brought my face close to his. "Tomorrow morning 8 o' clock you leave to see Werner and his nephew, as soon as mom is gone to church. They come with Werner's motorbike and wait for you at the old shooting stand, you know the one that is used as a shelter for wood workers now. But on Sundays nobody is there, at least not in the morning, and it has a loo outside where they're preparing the stuff and tools to slaughter you!' "Yes," I just nodded, but had a worried look. "Jeez -- you know he's just another weird guy and make jokes only; and his nephew is an apprentice in the slaughterhouse where Werner works and needs to see how it had to be done with a boy instead of goats and pigs -- understand?" "Y-yeah ... uh, how old is his nephew?" I wanted to know. "Don't know -- seventeen or eighteen I guess, why?" "Just about ... uh, looks he nice?" I asked further. "No idea, never seen him, but he might be a fag or a weirdo like Werner ... or even both, as he otherwise wouldn't like to learn how to cull boys ..." "Gosh â€" to CULL? But I'm not an animal, Tom!" "That not, bro, but a wimp! And Werner had said last time when he'd paid me for doing you, that it would help the society to cull wimps in orphanages instead of pumping public money into them, and once slaughtered they could even support the food chain and ease the meat shortage we always have when there is a new scandal of dead meat due to diseases and suchlike ... "Oh my ..." "Hey -- that's all just a bad joke he'd made and had laughed about, Mark." "Sure ... I know. But why then bring stuff and tools there too?" "Uh, he wants to show it realisticly to his nephew; that's why they bring hawks and ropes and a rabbit killer as well as a pig shooter with them along ..." "No way! But why two such ... such instruments?" "Uh, Werner has said, that for a wimp like you a rabbit killer would surely be sufficient already, after he'd released the tensed spring with its steel bolt inside, invading your forehead between your eyes, and when ..." "Oh just shut up!" I interrupted ... " And what then?" I anyway needed to know. "Well, you would fall instantly onto your knees, fainting already, and that would then be the time for his nephew to cut off your junk, before Werner would do it again with the rabbit killer at a temple of yours to bring you to the ground, and then ..." "NO NO ..." "SSHHHH -- damn'' â€" don't let mom come over!" Tom hissed. "Oops -- sorry; and that's it then?" "More or less I guess, as you can imagine the rest from last time ..." "Oh my ... but that would not work for real I guess; I mean I'm a boy," I said, shaking my head. "Don't be that sure ... uh no no, I mean, just IF it would be true, as Werner has said that it wouldn't be different as with a young goat and that he could do it, if there would be a legal demand ... but that's all just a joke -- nothing else; and the faster you give in to his ideas, the faster you're back home ... but don't forget the 5 bucks he's promised me to pay, understand?" he explained and craned his head over my shoulder and grinned some, when saying what for nice three rosy stripes I had down across my bum and the thighs, then gave me free. "Yes bro ... uh, see here," I said, pulling then the 5 bucks from the railway worker from beneath the pillow and gave it Tom, telling him how it came that I had that much money. "Well, for one time and because I can use it together with my few bucks to pay my soccer memberhsip it's not quite a misbehavior to spank you again ... uh, thanks; therefore I let it be that way, but I don't want you to make any further date for the Johns anymore!" "Of course not, bro ..." "And don't call me bro ... say boss, if anything ..." he then even smirked a bit. "Sure, boss; of course, boss; as you wish, boss; thank you, bo ..." "Oh noooo!" he then interrupted, "that's too weird; just say Tom like before, you know anyway who's the chief here aside from mom, and ... but those black shorts there near your bed ... from Alex?" "Yeah, since I had no underwear," I shrugged and got a bit heat on my pale cheeks, when he was inspecting that skimpy cotton cloth. "You're such a sod, Mark -- full of still damp spunk inside, in front and at the back -- eew!" he made and let it fall to the floor again and beckoned me to him, when I was about to climb into my bed. "Come, I want you to sleep in my bed with me tonight ... uh-nuh, no spanks," he grinned, when I was instinctively covering my bare bum and its faint wilts there, before adding: "I need to talk to you about Peter's mom ... and about Peter too -- come," he said again and then pulled a slightly stained, thin clothed skimpy pajama bottom of his from under the mattress and threw it too me to wear. Quite happily I caught it and very much liked to feel his dried cum spots scratching a bit on my banana and sac, then jumped to his bed, and he held the blanket up for me to hop in ... and got pulled to him ... and hugged ... and then he even kissed me onto my forehead -- briefly though, but he did. A most emotional task ! Shit -- but tears just shot out of my eyes, literally, and were even sprinkling his face. "Jeez bro ... uh, hihi ... Markie boy ... yeah, you know I love you, always did -- believe it or not. It's just that you're too much of a wimp, and we two with no dad around and mom too gentle to clap our ass ... you know, you need to feel some strenght, or you will remain a sissy the whole life; understand?" he whispered to me. I just nodded, couldn't speak a word, was overwhelmed by his and that way never expected affection towards me, as he since childhood showed me mostly just signs of a though guy then brotherly love. "OK, so don't think too bad of me, when you need to get corrected again and I have to slap your face and mouth, and once in a while your bum ..." "That's fine with me," I more then happy agreed with a croaking voice. "Cool -- it's just for your best; so twice a week I think I should belt you from now on, even if there won't be any obvious reasons for it. Not too harsh though, just that you can build up a strenght to bear a humiliating punishment and become once a man too, like me!" Again I nodded, was just in heaven with that and brought a cracking "Yeah!" out with my broken voice, accepting that he was indeed and despite his pre-teen alto a manly boy, what was only about to change when I'd had a substantial growth-spurt, was almost 15 and had once pinned his arm down to the table, what after an awkward moment resulted in a shag *I* had to execute on him, eventually ending the dominance he'd had for years over me. Just ... that only was even not yet a dream in my mind at the point we were. "Fine ... now listen carefully -- it's very important: I've decided to do you a favor and wank you off throu your shorts or briefs or pajamas whenever I need to fuck you ... I even would do it on your bare banana, if you like ..." "But bro ... uh, Tom -- you don't have to do that, I'll be happy when ..." "Nada -- I've said I'll do you that favor, because you have to do me a much bigger one, something I've just done an hour ago by myself and hopefully can do again, but without a condom then, after she's pregnant, from YOU, Mark." "Co ... condom? Pregnant? What are you talking? And what you've done an hour ago, when you've been over at Peter's apartment?" "Just fucked his mom, Mark!" he straight let out. "No shit -- you did?" I exclaimed and wanted to get up on my elbows, but was hindered by Tom's strong arms. "Calm down â€" yeah, I'd bummed her pussy after she'd seen us when Peter was sucking me off, but what I think she'd intended to happen, since he wasn't afraid to get bustet and wanted me to fuck him even with his mom watching. That though I didn't like to do before her eyes and anyway not really had intended to do, but was at least probing his tiny hole, since he'd said that mom had stretched it with a candle for me a while after dinner." There was a pause then, before I got a deep breath and then, shaking my head said: "Now look at that! But that means, that Peter's still a virgin?" I replied and suddenly had some hope again, and my true feelings for that little blond curly boy came back. "Sure he is, and the way you sound tells me that you're still eager to bum that boy, even he's still a child, huh?" Tom wanted to know. "Yeah, I'm in fact still hot for him ... and he's already 7 plus," I argued. "Right, and a bit on the small side too for his age, matching you in a way and therefore I guess can give you my approval to send your few wimpy sperms up into his tight kiddy bum, hihi ..." "Few wimpy sperms? Hey, I've got much the bigger load to shoot then you -- a table spoon instead of that tea spoon you're producing!" I defended myself. "Yes and sure, but you're a weak kid, a wimp, and I guess just two or three sperms might be halfway alive in your cum, if at all," he gave back. "How'd you know that with the sperms? Are they inside the ... the SPUNK?" "Of course they are, dummy! Well, Clara ... Peter's mom I mean, had explained me all what it had to do with the birds and the bees, and it was cool to listen, not like what our mom so silly had to say last year, after you'd started to spunk up and mess the clothes," Tom stated. "Oh ... then you will tell me too about those ... sperms?" "Well, just step by step -- just what you need to know since you're not yet mature enough for the whole thing, but first of all I hope you'll do me that favor and bum her for me, Mark." "Sure I'll do that, if it's what you want; but why? I mean, why ME, when you're the stronger guy?" "Because Clara want's a brother for Peter, and to make a baby, a man has to bum a woman and squirt his load up her cunt into her womb -- understand so far?" "Uh, yeah, I guess ..." I nodded, but did not sound convincingly enough for Tom, who then after a sigh replied: "See, she don't want a baby just from a man she don't know yet, but anyway from a male that has blond hairs like you, as her new baby then also should have blond hairs like Peter; got it now?" "Uh, that means that I need to fuck her because she has no male friends but knows me and wants to become a blond haired baby?" "Yep, exactly that's it; but you've to do it several times, since your sperms are maybe not strong enough, same as you, Mark," Tom explained further. "You mean, fucking her several times in a row?" "Uh-nuh, but 4 or 5 times a week and over a month she's said would do the trick." "But what if she gets a girl?" "Clever tought indeed, but she's said that she knows when's the best time to make a boy and tell you," Tom then gently patted my cheek. "I see ... and when?" "Tomorrow after lunch the first time, right after mom is gone to see aunt Silvy." "OK, but I need then to phone for Alex, as he'd wanted ..." "To fuck you, huh?" "Maybe -- don't know yet," I gave back, blushing. "It's OK for me if he bangs you I guess, and to fuck Clara won't take us longer then half an hour." "US?" "Yeah we, because ... well, I have to help you with that, just let me do it the way Clara tought would be the best to get you used for that job, so ... have we that now?" "Yeah, just ... what is with Peter?" "Well, Clara has said that it normally could not be early enough for kids to see how to create life, but would send him then to play with his toy cars -- that's at least what she'd said. And hey, before I forget it: Peter want to be good again and would like to have you for a sleepover tomorrow night -- want?" "Wow -- 'corse I want ... thanks," I said to him and kissed him onto his mouth, and ... oh wonder, he DIDN'T break away, but even started to frenching me and then was turning me around and pulling on my, but what was his yellow (that lucky bro, as the cum stains were hardly to see) little pajama shorts down just barely below my melons, whereas my banana still could hide beneath the thin cotton in front. Then I felt him with his stiff, a bit longer and markably fatter cock searching for my yet so slippery hole and pushed it in, gently though and up to his bald pubic area. Such a fuck by my bro was always appreciated, but the best then was, that his strong boy hand was slipping into the front of my/his pants and took a tight grip on my thin banana and started to stroke it forcefully as well as he then gave his cock free to do what it wanted, and it got a bit out of hands, what made me groan in pain, him hissing: "Hold it bro, hold it now ... I'm almost there!" Then I had a slight slap in my face, as his rape-style fertilizing went to its peak, while him still wanking my wrecked wiener, what let me moan some, full of lust, albeit I then got right another slap onto my face, followed by one onto my mouth ... and it ddn't really hurt, also not emotionally that moment, as I wanted him now to take me the way he needed, and feeling it build down inside me, I even encouraged him more by croakingly firing him up: "Yeah, I'm a wimp ... fuck me apart and destroy me now ... call Werner to cut all my junk off and make me cold ..." And right: If that was possible, he really got some extra strenght from somewhere and grabbed my neck and then pressed like a vice, and I felt the lack of breath and choked and moaned and only barely felt another slap and ... cummed and jerked and cummed and felt him hottly fill my ass and slap my face a few more times, playful though. Then I fainted ... or so I thought I had, as I then heard him calling me softly: "Hey, Markie boy â€" come, open your eyes ... pleease ..." I heard that and enjoyed it to hear, but stupidly had then to grin and prompt got a slap -- on my fucked ass this time though. "I just worried, you damn' ... but you're here again ... would not know what to say to Clara why you're not around anymore to fuck her, huh, my wimpy boy?" he then brought out and briefly kissed me ... onto my mouth, before flexing his frame and sending me to my bed. I wanted first to think what he'd said about the fake slaughter game that was waiting for me tomorrow and the fuck with Peter's mom, but I guess we both drifted off in a minute then -- both happily in their own way ! * Author's note: Thanks for reading that more and more just basically true story, and since a couple readers have asked me to write some more about those moms involved, I'd thought it over and will in the coming 1 or 2 weeks try to bring it in a separate fantasy story in the section bi/incest, called "After the Double Wank" [] THE END []