Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2021 21:52:56 +0100 From: Kim Pescher Subject: He's Annoying Again, Dad This story is pure fiction. Enjoy! Support the Nifty Archive if you can to help the site stay up and running. How do you teach a horny 12-year-old a lesson? The fun way. He's Annoying Again, Dad It had been one of those days when 12-year-old Matt had been acting up, being difficult, loud and hyper for hours on end. It drove his brother absolutely mad, and it was no surprise that he took the first opportunity to get a dig in. "Dad, look! He's hard again!" 14-year-old Terry said, pointing gleefully at his younger brother, who was lying on the floor in front of the tv in his briefs. "I'm not!" Matt protested, cheeks flushing. "Prove it! Turn around!" Terry said. "Boys," their father laughed. "He's hard all the time, the little freak!" Terry said. "Look!" He tried to pull his brother's briefs down, but Matt resisted. "He's 12," the dad said, as if that explained everything. "Stop squirming, Matt." "But he's trying...!" Matt bit out, holding his underwear up while Terry tugged at it. "Oh, stop that." Their father batted Terry's hands away, but when Matt relaxed, his dad pulled his briefs down instead. Matt had been incredibly annoying all day in his hyper way, and it was time to teach him a lesson. "Daaaad!" Matt whined, trying in vain to catch them, but they were already down his thighs, baring his arse. Their father just laughed, pulling the underwear all the way off. He stuffed the briefs under a pillow in the sofa. "Go on, then," he said. "Show us." "Noooo..." Matt whimpered. "You'll just laugh." He stayed resolutely on his front. "Alright," his father said. He winked at Terry when Matt wasn't looking and nodded silently in the direction of the 12-year-old. Terry nodded back. He was ready. Suddenly the dad pounced, leaping up and catching both of Matt's arms, pulling them behind his back. The pre-teen had no choice but to sit up. "Daaaaaad!" he whined, but it was no use. His thin upper body folded back against his dad's chest, exposing his erection. "Told you," Terry said, grinning. The father looked over his son's shoulder. "Blimey," he said, surprised. "You're a big boy now, aren't you?" "Daaaad," Matt said, but a little less upset now. In fact his cock was fairly normal-sized for a grown man, but on his thin, underdeveloped body with its long, slim limbs, it looked very big and thick. He even had a nice tuft of brown hair at the base. "Not bad, I suppose," Terry admitted. "But do you have to yank it all the time?" "Oh, Gooood," Matt groaned, embarrassed. "Sorry... I mean, I don't..." His dad laughed, still holding his son by the wrists on his back, not painfully but just impossible to break free from. "Go on, spread them," he said teasingly. "Show us your plums, if you have any." "Nooo..." Matt protested. Terry grabbed his younger brother by the ankles and pulled his legs apart. Matt didn't put up much of a struggle, perhaps realising that he couldn't win, but he did look hideously embarrassed, being exposed in front of his dad. "No hair," Terry said disdainfully. "Not bad at all," the father said, looking between Matt's legs. "You take after me." "Really? I look like you down there, Dad?" "Dad has hair on his balls, you pillock!" Terry said. "I know that!" Matt yelled. "I mean, large balls run in the family," Matt's dad said. "Right, Terry?" "Yeah," Terry agreed. "Right." "Scoot down a bit, Matt, give us a proper look," the father said. "Jesus," Matt muttered, cheeks aflame, but he did move his arse a bit, sliding down and displaying himself. "Now let me go!" "I don't think so," the father said with an evil grin. "We need to make sure you won't forget this." "No, pleeeease, I swear I'll behave!" Matt whined. "What are you doing?" a girl's voice asked from the next room. Quick as lightning, Terry grabbed a woolen blanket off the sofa and draped it over Matt's mid-section, covering his erection before a girl of eight or nine came in. "Nothing, just playing," Terry said. "Did you finish your homework, sweetheart?" the father asked. "Yes," the girl sighed, sitting down in the sofa. "What did he do this time?" On the floor, with a mischievous smirk, Terry moved the blanket slightly, exposing the crack of Matt's arse where it met the floor, although the girl couldn't see it from where she sat. "Just horsing around," the father said, winking at Terry. Terry lifted the blanket a bit further, exposing his brother's large but totally hairless balls. "Terry...!" Matt whispered, eyes going wide. Terry, glancing up at his father with a grin, touched his brother's balls with his fingers, careful that their sister didn't notice. Matt gurgled something, but he couldn't say anything without alerting the girl. "Alright if I change the channel?" she asked, finding the remote. Terry lifted the blanket further, exposing at least half of the shaft. The girl couldn't see because the blanket was in the way and the angle was wrong, but all she had to do was get off the sofa. "Fuck's sake..." Matt whined piteously. Terry smirked and lifted the blanket further, and now the whole cock was bare, including the head. "Nooo..." Matt sighed, looking hilariously confused. It seemed like he couldn't grasp the idea that his hardon was right out there when their sister was a few feet away. "Go on," the father whispered, checking that the girl was focused on the screen. "Make him squirm." Terry nodded and ran his fingers over the shaft just teasing, just enough that the cock bobbed and Matt shuddered. His thin chest and stomach tensed to granite as he controlled a scream. "More," the father said. "Daaaaad!" Matt whined, but Terry did as told. He grabbed the shaft in his hand and squeezed lightly. "Unhhh...!" Matt groaned. "Nooooo..." "Yeah," the father said. "Well done, Terry." Perhaps because of that encouragement, Terry started wanking his brother harder, casting a sly look at his sister. He tried to conceal the movement of his shoulder, not that she'd know what he was doing, anyway. She was only young, after all. "Unnnnhh..." Matt groaned, throwing his head back. "No, pleeeease..." His toes curled, digging into the carpet. "What are you doing to him?" the girl asked, looking over. "Matt, are they tickling you?" "G-go away, Lisa," Matt gasped. "It's just... nothing..." "Can I see?" she asked. "Nnno!" Matt gasped, blue eyes going wide. "No, Lisa, boy stuff," the father said. "Not for girls. Can't you go watch that in your room?" "I never get to play!" she whined. "What are you doing?" Terry ran his hand over the head of his 12-year-old brother's cock, making Matt gasp. "Nothing," Terry said. "I'll tell Mum," the girl threatened, getting off the sofa. Terry quickly drew pulled the blanket back down, still wanking the cock, but at least the sight of it was hidden. "You are tickling him!" she said, standing in the door and looking back. "Nnnh... nnh... Yeah, tickling..." Matt groaned. "Boys," she said contemptiously before leaving. "Dad, make him stop!" Matt whined. "It's embarrassing!" Terry whipped the blanket off, throwing it back on the sofa, leaving his little brother naked. Matt's cock, hard and throbbing, looked out-sized on his thin body. His hips swayed slightly with the wanking he received, though he struggled a bit to escape. "Nope," his dad said. "Daaaaaad!" Matt whined. His face was burning. "Pleeeeeaaaase let me goooo!" His dad just kept holding him, watching with a grin. "You're almost a man," he said proudly. Matt closed his mouth. He swallowed. "But..." he started. "Unngh, ung, nh..." "What are you worried about?" Terry asked, his wrist moving slowly. "That you'll blast all over yourself with Dad watching?" Matt flushed even deeper, which was response enough. "Hey, Terry, use some of that oil," the father suggested, nodding to the remains of their dinner on the table. "Nnnnoooo!" Matt protested, turning his pleading, huge, sky blue eyes on his father, but it didn't work. Terry scuttled over, got the bottle and returned quickly. He opened the bottle, tipped it and ran a thin drizzle over his brother's pale, thick cock. "Fuck!" Matt gasped at the sensation. "Language," his father said, watching the oil pool in his son's sparse, brown pubes. Terry closed the bottle, put it away and then grabbed the pole again with his right hand, slowly slicking it up, rubbing the oil in. "Jeee.... sus..." Matt sobbed, his stomach again tensing into a sharp, adolescent sixpack. "Never tried that?" the dad asked. "...nooo..." Matt sighed, breathless. Terry slid his fingers up the shaft tightly and slowly, seemingly totally unfazed by wanking another boy. Matt shuddered. For a moment he struggled slightly, but his father never let him escape. All three of them watched as Terry's hand, glistening with oil, slid up and down the man-sized shaft tightly. "Oh God," Matt sobbed. "Nice technique," the father said. "Thanks," Terry grinned. "I've practised for years." For a few minutes they all watched the glistening shaft in Terry's hand. Matt was breathing hard and whining. "Look at those large balls," the dad said. "I can't believe how much you've both grown." "They jiggle," Terry said. "Mine do, too." "So do mine," the father said. "Cool!" Terry grinned. "Pleeeeeease let me go..." Matt groaned, his hips pumping his cock into his brother's fingers. "Oh, fuck..." "Language," the father said. "You're going to learn this lesson." "...I don't know," the sister's voice said from far away. "Doing something stupid and they won't let me play. Look, I'll call you back when I'm through, OK?" "Nnngh, fuck, don't let her come in, please," Matt groaned. "Aww..." "Lisa!" the father shouted. "Finish your homework upstairs?" "Alright, Dad, I'm doing it!" she yelled back, cross. "Ease off," the dad said. "He's about to pop." "No!" Matt protested, trying to get the friction back by lifting his arse off the floor when Terry removed his hand. "Noooo!" He whined while his wet cock bobbed in the air, his balls tight in their sack. It had been close. Long moments later, Terry slowly curled his fingers back around the shaft, sliding slowly. "Oh please," Matt sobbed. "Harder...!" The father shook his head, and Terry went sloooow. For a long minute he mostly just rubbed the oil into the skin. Then he gradually sped up again until there was a slapping sound of wet wanking. Matt was breathing hard. "Stop," the father said. Terry immediately whipped his hand away. "No! Nooooo!!!" Matt yelled, struggling against the restraints. "Oh God, noooo!" Terry grinned maliciously, waiting while his brother calmed down and backed off from the edge. Then his father nodded, and Terry tipped some more oil over Matt's shaft and slicked it in with his hand. "Aaaawww!!!" Matt groaned, open-mouthed. Terry tightened his hold and slid slowly over the shaft, which produced a strangled sound from Matt. He let go and slicked up his brother's balls, making them glisten with oil, and then slid up the shaft again. Then he started wanking properly. "Jesus!" Matt gasped. "Oh, Jesus, God, don't stop...!" For a little while they all watched again, Matt more and more desperate. Then Terry stopped, leaving the cock alone. "Nooooo!!!" Matt whined. "You evil fucker!" The father laughed. Terry leaned in an blew cold air over his brother's shaft, not enough stimulation to make him come but enough to drive Matt crazy. "God," Matt sobbed. His cock strained in the air. He now looked desperate. "How long should I keep him hanging?" Terry asked. "As long as you like," his father said. "He's been a terror today." "S-sorry!" Matt gasped. "I'll be good! Please, please...!" He turned his angelic eyes on his dad, which usually had some effect, but not today. He looked lustful as well as desperate, which showed both his brother and his father that it was working. "Go again." The father tightened his hold on his sweaty son's arms. "Make him feel it." Terry nodded and tugged at his brother's balls, making Matt groan, and then he once again folded his slick fingers around his brother's shaft. "Oh, no," Matt said with dread in his voice. He knew what awaited him. Terry grinned and started wanking him slowly, then faster, until Matt, mouth-breathing, was so close that he was right on the edge, and then Terry stopped. "No!" Matt yelled, a sound of pure agony. "My balls hurt! Pleeeeease! Jesus, please!" He go no reply, just half a minute's cooling off period, and then it started again, until he was practically going out of his mind. He could barely form words, just stare at his shaft in his brother's fingers and try desperately to move his hips to maximize the impact. Terry always eased off whenever Matt tried to hard to get off. "Daaaaaaaaaad!" Matt whined. "Tell him to -" "No," the father said. "But..." Matt cried. "Awwww, Godddd...!" They all stared at his hard cock, Matt with mounting desperation, the two others with large grins. Then Terry started rubbing Matt's sack, rolling it gently between his fingers, sliding over the slick skin. Matt looked ready to scream. Finally the father nodded to Terry, who grabbed the shaft again. "Oooohhhh..." Matt sobbed, staring intently at the hand on his cock with his pretty blue eyes. Terry grinned, wanking him slowly, much more slowly than Matt wanted. "You really never tried using lube?" his dad asked. "Nooooooo..." Matt sighed. "Nice, huh?" "Y-yeahhhh..." The father laughed. "Just don't raid your mum's cupboards, alright? I'll get you something proper, out of a tube." "For me as well?" Terry asked. "Of course." For about a minute they all watched as Terry wanked the 12-year-old slowly. Sweat pearled on Matt's upper lip. His eyes shone with emotion. "Oh God, please," he groaned almost silently. "It's starting again..." The dad nodded, and this time Terry didn't stop. Instead he built up the pace until the sounds would have been unmistakeable throughout the entire ground floor. Thankfully their sister was upstairs. "Oh God! Jesus! Fuck! Jesus!" Matt screamed, eyes wide open and round as coins. He jerked in his father's grip, and then his totally hard cock bobbed once, twice, and then a large, pearly white pulse of semen shot out in a blast through the air, splattering over Matt's stomach, and then a second, much larger shot rained out, high above all their heads, before in landed in Matt's hair, face and chest, running down his body. "Awww....!" Matt groaned, cock bobbing again, another shot blasting out, followed by several more, until finally they grew smaller, dribbling into his oily bush. "Not bad, I suppose," Terry said grudgingly. His hand was covered in oil and sperm. "No, well done both of you," the father said. "Jesus," Matt croaked, looking totally winded. "There, alright," his dad said, letting go of his arms. "Matt, it's your turn to do the laundry. "But Dad...!" "No buts." The father dug out his son's briefs from under the sofa pillow and handed them to him. "Wash up first. You're all messy." He gave Matt a hand and hauled him to his feet. "Not fair," Matt said. His father slapped his bare arse. "Underwear on, and I don't expect any more attitude from you today." "Alright," Matt grumbled and pulled his briefs up his legs. He left the room un unsteady feet. "Thanks for the teamwork," the father said. "Now go take care of that." He nodded at the huge lump in his son's jeans. "Jesus, Dad," Terry said, embarrassed. The father laughed and ruffled Terry's hair. "Felt good, though, didn't it? To get him back?" "Yeah," Terry admitted. "When's the match?" "Uh... 18 minutes," the dad said, looking at his watch. "Plenty of time," Terry said. "I'll be back then." **** Let me know if you liked the story! Check out my other stories: "The Sight of Jacob" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-sight-of-jacob "Film Project in School" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/film-project-in-school "Naked With Ethan At a Motel" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/naked-with-ethan-at-a-motel