Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 05:48:09 -0500 From: T.E. Miso Subject: Middle Brother Part 2 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction. The characters and event depicted here are complete fantasy and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone child abuse in any form, and encourages people to practice safe sex. If it is illegal for you to view materials of this nature in your country of origin, or you are not yet the age of majority, please exit this story now. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is my first submission to Nifty. It is part of a series about three brothers stranded in a cabin together. This second section gets a little heavier. Should I continue? I love feedback, so let me know what you think: theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com "Penalties" "Hey dweebs! Hurry it up, I gotta..." But sixteen year old Jeremy's words died in his throat as he saw his youngest brother bent over the toilet, pants around his knees, with Michael's face buried completely in his tiny white ass. Jeremy's face broke into a half-grin as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. The sudden explosion of his eldest brother's entry into the bathroom shot Michael backwards from his youngest brother's sweet stinky hole like a bullet from a gun. He sputtered as he slid upright, using the wall for support. He was stammering, trying to find an explanation when Connor turned his head to the side, bent as it was on his folded arms and grinned at Jeremy, "Hey Jeremy! Michael was just helping me clean up after he took my temperature." Michael's wild blue eyes switched from the pert little butt he had so recently been tonguing and the imposing figure of his oldest brother, the biggest, meanest thing in the house since their father had left two days ago on his private hunt. He nodded once, as if agreeing with the simple explanation. Jeremy pushed out his lips and stroked his chin, nodding once. "Is that so little buddy? I thought you were a big boy now...you can do it yourself remember?" Jeremy took a step closer and seemed to trace the lines of desire from Connor's butt to Michael's crotch with hungry brown eyes. Connor, finally beginning to feel exposed, stood up and bent over to pull up his shorts, unabashedly exposing his still twitching boy erection in the process. Jeremy and Michael both noticed. One looked like he might pass out, and the other just looked hungry. Finally clothed again, Connor looked down at the toilet, "Yea, I guess so...but..but..I got a fever. Michael was helping cause I'm sick...right Michael?" Michael gulped down his fear and nodded, "Yea, that's right. H-he has a low fever Jeremy...I...I was just being nice ok?" Jeremy thought it was adorable the way Michael cringed when he reached out one strong hand to ruffle the boys soft messy mop of brown hair. "I'm sure you were bro. You're a good big brother. Musta learned from the best right?" That single affectionate gesture, and the fact that Jeremy hadn't immediately torn Michael from the sweet embrace of Connors boy-butt upon stumbling on them seemed to defuse the tension in the middle brother, causing his pounding heart to slow slightly, and his chest to deflate like an untied balloon. He offered Jeremy a weak smile and slid sideways along the wall, "Well, we're done so...we'll get outta here and let you take care of, ah...business." Jeremy stepped to the side and let the two boys slip out of the bathroom. He was lost in thought about what he had seen as he fished in his boxer shorts and pulled out his half-hard teen cock, focusing on relaxing so his warm piss could flow, but finding it hard to get the image of his middle brother grinding his face into Connor's tiny ass out of his mind. He couldn't stop grinning as his hot yellow flow started gushing. Michael felt like he had been given a new lease on life. Caught red handed by an older brother who had always delighted in tormenting him, he had been allowed to just walk away. In the living room, he could hear Connor rustling about, no doubt creating a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch. Suddenly alone, he wandered aimlessly towards the kitchen, the subtle after-scent of his little brother still tainting his upper lip. The cabin in which the three brothers were staying was a massive, sprawling affair, all dark wood and windows, wide open spaces and cozy warm nooks. They had been coming for five years with their father, though none of them knew quite how he afforded it, and even after all that time, Michael still wasn't sure he had completely explored the massive grounds or the surrounding woods. Unconsciously, Michael began to walk on the balls of his feet when his bare toes made contact with the cool tile of the huge kitchen. He felt like he was crossing a hard wasteland as he made his way past the massive windows that would have overlooked the beautiful nearby Colorado Rocky mountains in the daytime, but which now only wanly reflected his own young form slipping shyly by in the pale light from the kitchen. He reached the gigantic fridge and tugged it open, intent on finding a snack for himself before he made soup for Connor. With his back turned, the only warning he had of Jeremy's sudden attack was the sharp slap of his heavy feet on the kitchen floor as he launched his teenage form at the younger boy. Michael turned just in time to see his sixteen year old brother barreling towards him, blonde head lowered towards him, dressed only in his red boxer shorts now, arms outstretched, hands open to grasp. Michael gasped and lurched back against the fridge door, but to no avail. With no trouble at all, Jeremy swooped his middle brother up in the powerful arms his athletic interests had gifted him with. Michael began to kick and holler, slapping at his brother even as his preteen body was easily manhandled and swooped around his older brother's nearly naked body. He soon found himself draped across his brother's shoulders, like a boy boa as his brother made off with him towards the living room, cackling, "Whatcha gonna do now Mikey?! You know what time it is!" As the jumbled ball of brother crashed into the great room, Connor's head popped out of a tiny dark hole in an otherwise massive sea of pillows and blankets he had expertly arranged. His young eyes sparkled as he struggled to free himself, tugging at his shirt and shorts already as he tumbled onto the floor. Jeremy loved the feeling of control he had over Michael as he tugged down on the boy's neck and hips, stretching him over his shoulder helplessly. He let out a bark of wild laughter as he flung his captive like a sack of potatoes onto the couch, where he bounced twice before recovering with a little pout on his face. He flopped down onto the sofa next to Michael spread eagle, and noticed Connor was already down to his spider-man undies. "That's the spirit little dude! Gotta get dressed right if you're gonna be an MMA CHAMPION!" He hollered the last two words like a ring announcer and watched Connor begin flexing non-existent muscles. Michael squirmed to the edge of the couch, knowing in his heart there was no way to prevent this from happening, but feeling his mouth go dry never-the-less. This was almost a more dangerous activity than helping Connor wipe himself. He felt his stomach sink even as his undershorts tightened. Still, he gave a half-hearted protest, "C'mon Jeremy...Connor's sick ok? If you get him all excited he could get worse..." Jeremy frowned at Michael and then looked at the eager Connor, who was literally bouncing back and forth on the floor pillows. "He looks ok to me...but I guess...if he is that sick...we can take it easy on him...just means you and me will have to put on a show for him right?" Connor made a small whining sound as he heard Jeremy taking Michael's side. "But...Jeremy...I can do it!" Jeremy held up his hands and shrugged, "Hey, Michael's right...I mean...he did do SUCH a good job taking your temperature...I think we have to go with him on this one little dude...but...how about this? Since you can't be in the ring, you get to play the ref!" Connor's face scrunched up in a disappointment, dark with the promise of imminent whining explosions, "But Jeremy! I don't wanna be the stupid ref!" Jeremy shrugged his shoulders, "OK, I guess you don't HAVE to be. But you know...the ref doesn't just call the shots...he also gets to take the loser and declare...a penalty." Connor's face faltered, brows narrowing as curiosity overtook petulance. Michael gave Jeremy a sidelong glance, not sure what his game was. Connor took to his knees on the pillows, "What kinda penalty?" Jeremy grinned an evil grin, and reached out faster than Michael could blink, strong arms snatching the younger boy in a headlock. He took Michael's face and crushed it into his lightly haired pits. "You could make little Mikey here have to sniff my pits for a whole minute like THIS." Jeremy ground Michael's face into his acrid teenage underarms. Michael struggled, trying not to breathe, but found he couldn't help gasping in surprise, which filled his nostrils with bitter blissful teenage sweat stink. His undershorts tightened another notch. Jeremy let him up finally, Connor giggling at Michael's reddened face. He put his hand on his chin and said, "Mmmm...what other kinds of penalties?" Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows and examined Michael. Michael scooted back on the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest in defense and as a screen to the growing embarrassment in his groin. Jeremy feigned heavy thought and then shot over, standing on the sofa and snatching Michael's wrists easily in one powerful hand. He lifted up his foot and wiggled his toes. "You could make Mikey have to lick every one of my toes!" Michael barely had time to shake his head before Jeremy was crushing the smooth pad of his size twelve right foot full into his face. His nose protested being crushed, but thrilled to have the heavy funky smell of foot being smeared across his face. He squirmed and tried to pull his face away, terrified as his tightness became full blown erection, and hollered, "Quit it Jer!" Jeremy sat back, laughing and panting. "Basically anything you can imagine. And the loser HAS to do it. No matter what." Connor squinted his eyes, "Anything no matter what?" Jeremy nodded, "Yep, no matter what. Ain't that right Mikey...or...should I tell Dad about how well you helped Connor clean up tonight?" That single phrase made the whole thing clear. Michael looked at Jeremy with sudden fear, but couldn't do anything except nod his head slowly. "Y-yea...ok Jer. Whatever you say..." Jeremy reached over and ruffled his middle brother's hair again. "Atta boy!" He felt his own pulse quicken as Michael agreed to his no-holds barred game of Penalty. Of course the younger boy stood no chance against his athletic older brother. It wasn't bad enough that Jeremy had three and a half years of teenage growth on his brother, but Michael had always been soft and retiring. He liked reading, and astronomy. He wasn't fat or anything, just...soft. And Jeremy loved it. He loved the effects he knew he had on his brother. They had never talked about it, but Jeremy could see the look in his brother's eyes when he walked out of the shower in a towel. He noticed Michael sitting closer to him after a long hike or a workout, and he had even noticed that his dirty underwear had gone suspiciously missing on a few occasions, and had found them in Michael's hamper instead. Michael was a horndog, and Jeremy knew it. He knew it because he was one too. Of course, normally he could take out his ample sexual frustrations on his girlfriend (or her friends) but stuck out here in this god-forsaken cabin with only his little brother's for company left Jeremy looking at his relationships with the pipsqueaks in a whole new way. Idly, he reached down and adjusted the ample tube in his boxers, and noticed Michael noticing. He grinned. "OK! Let's do it! Round one!" Michael groaned as he slunk off the sofa and onto the strewn pillows. Connor bounced onto the sofa, and hollered, "I WANT A CLEAN FIGHT YOU TWO! NOW! GO!" Jeremy needed no further encouragement. He launched off the sofa like a wolf stalking a wounded deer, and ten seconds later Michael was pounding the ground in submission, his big brother's body crushing him into the carpet. Jeremy let out a whoop of triumph before letting Michael up. Both boys, beginning to sweat a bit, knelt and Jeremy said, "OK little buddy. Your call. What is Michael's penalty?" Michael stared at the ground, dreading what was to come. Connor giggled and stood up, making a show of pacing awkwardly back and forth across the long sofa, dressed only in his spidey undies, which Jeremy noted gave the little ginger a stellar (if tiny) rump. Finally, he stopped and said, as if it were his own idea, "Michael hasta lick Jeremy's feet, in between the toes and everywhere. No skipping gross parts! For at least a whole minute." Jeremy smiled as he hopped up and sat next to Connor, taking him under his arm and stretching his legs out, feet spread and toes wiggling, "You heard the man Mikey. Get to it! No skipping gross parts!" He dug a finger playfully into Connor's naked side, eliciting a very pleasant high pitched sound and wild wiggling from the youngest brother. Michael's heart sunk into his stomach as he slowly approached his brother's huge feet on all fours. Bending his arms as if he were doing a pushup, he got within an inch of his brother's wiggling toes and stuck his tongue out awkwardly. He closed his eyes and finished leaning forward, the odious aroma of teenage toes invading his sensitive nose as the tip of his tongue made contact with the fleshy, salty pad of Jeremy's left big toe. He moved his head instead of his tongue at first, making a show of being grossed out. He sat back and made a disgusted face. "C'mon guys...really? I gotta do this?" Connor and Jeremy nodded and said in unison, "Yep." Both brother's folded their arms over their chest and gave Michael a stern look. The middle brothers groaned and knelt down again, pressing his tongue into his eldest brother's foot. He wondered how many times he had dreamt of being this close to the teenage Adonis, and yet he was terrified that this was all in bad sport, and that at any moment he'd end up with atomic wedgy and a frog on his thigh. Trembling now his tongue slid between the big and middle toe, which was saltier and warmer. He began to feel his anxiety lessen as the deep world of flavor and aroma dulled his rational mind and transferred more and more of his willpower to the throbbing nail sticking up between his legs. By the time he reached the pinky toe of the first foot, he found himself sucking that toe tenderly into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it. Jeremy was holding his breath, frightened that if he mocked Michael too heinously he would break the spell and the middle boy would stop playing. When his pinky toe was actually enveloped in that soft warm mouth he felt his teenage cock lurch in his pants, threatening to erupt at any moment. He moaned and quickly turned it into a derisive chuckle, "Yea little bro. Clean that foot!" Michael's cheeks flushed as his brother mocked him, but he knew he couldn't pass up this opportunity. He just pretended he heard nothing and began to slide the meat of his tongue wetly up and down the full length of his brother's soles. As he reached the center archway the third time, he found that both of his hands were gripping that foot, pulling it into his face and he was pressing his entire mouth hungrily into that reeking moist flesh. His breath came in short huffs and he barely heard it when Connor declared, "That's a minute!" Jeremy, almost reluctantly, pulled his foot back, watching as Michael sat back, his smooth face red and glistening with spit from his enthusiastic engagement with Jeremy's feet. Jeremy had never felt more turned on. But it was something deeper than lust. Somehow, it was like Michael wasn't just putting up with his dirtiest parts, he was reveling in them. It made Jeremy feel...good. Accepted almost. He always felt like he had to clean up for his girlfriend, make sure he was scrubbed and polished and perfectly neutral. He felt like he had to apologize everytime he wanted her to lick his nuts. But Michael? He loved it. Jeremy felt his heart pounding loudly in his ears when Connor suddenly exclaimed, "Ew look! His weiner's all hard!" Instinctively Jeremy covered his own crotch, but found the angle had it pointing away and down so it wasn't obvious. No, Connor was pointing at Michael, who in sitting back, had let his knees fall apart, and sure enough, that little twelve year old treasure was sporting a full on boner that looked hard enough through his tighty-whities that it might have cut glass. Jeremy only glimpsed it though, because a moment after Connor's accusation, Michael had smashed his legs together, face a deep crimson of shame, and hollered, "Shut up Connor! Is not!" Connor stood up and pointed, "Yes-huh it is! I saw it!" Jeremy almost felt bad doing it, but he couldn't stop the words falling out of his mouth, "Ooo...Connor...I saw it too. And you know what? I don't think that was really a penalty for Michael. I mean, he got a boner. I think that means...double penalty!" Connor immediately nodded and clapped his hands, "Yea! Double Penalty!" Michael groaned and looked away. "C'mon guys..." Jeremy held up his hand, "Nope, double penalty! Now..." He leaned in close to Connor and began whispering in his ear. Michael knew he was in trouble when Connor's green eyes got wide and he pressed his hands to his face to keep in raucous giggling. Whatever Jeremy had said, Connor thought it went beyond nasty. After a minute of whispering Connor cleared his throat and stood up on the sofa, "Michael, since you got a boner from licking Jeremy's feet, your double penalty is..." Connor glanced to Jeremy as if looking for permission. Jeremy nodded his head once, "Is that you have to suck on Jeremy's left nut. Naked. For a whole minute!" Michael, whose hands had drifted down to push down on his throbbing erection, attempting simultaneously to make it subside and to hide it, was stunned into silence. He just stared, open mouthed first at Connor and then at his older brother's red clad groin. Jeremy would remember the look of mixed fear and lust on the cherub like face of his prepubescent middle brother for the rest of his life. He shrugged his shoulders and made a show of stretching as he got up, running his hands back through his short cut sandy blonde hair, "Sorry little bro...the ref's the boss...so I guess..." He stood and walked over to his brother, who just followed the teenager's crotch with his sharp blue eyes as Jeremy spread his legs wide and positioned himself over the younger boy. He grinned and hiked the left leg of his boxers up high and let his entire crinkled sac slide out into the fresh air, like a pair of ripe fruits dropping from a vine. He looked around the room casually and sniffed once, "Well, they ain't gonna lick themselves are they?" Michael's heart pounded like a birds as his brother's musky testes dangled inches from his upturned face. His nostrils flared unconsciously as they sensed the presence of one of their greatest sources of boy ambrosia so close at hand. Michael's lungs were already filling with the musty funky aroma of unwashed teen crotch. He felt numb in every part of his body except the over-stimulated interior of his young nose, and the throbbing tip of his aching arousal. Jeremy looked down, watching as his brother leaned up as if in slow motion. He wiggled his hips a bit which caused his nutsac to bounce twice, the second one slapping his brother in the face. He swore Michael let out a little moan. Michael's eyes were fixated on that pair of balls rolling languidly in their sac, blissfully unaware of the quivering boy-lips about to make contact with them. They were glass smooth, and Michael wasn't sure if it was their family's natural tendency towards low body hair or a concerted effort on Jeremy's part to sculpt his pubes as much as the rest of his body. Either way, Michael's mouth didn't care. Gingerly, he pressed his face upward and felt the sac come to rest on his face, cradled by his upper lip, living writhing flesh brushing past his nose in an ever undulating tide of teenage sex. The wrinkled flesh danced on his face as he parted his lips and Jeremy let out an audible groan as his left nut slipped partially into the wet embrace of his middle brother's mouth. He felt a tremor run up his entire body and he leaned his head back, letting out a loud sigh. Michael felt like he might pass out as the fleshy flavor rolled onto his tongue. He barely moved at first, and then his tongue found a mainline to his brain and began to wiggle across its warm round guest, peeking into each new fold of salty scrotum. Jeremy had never in his life had someone caress any part of his body with such tenderness, such reverence. He felt like a god and couldn't help cooing, "That's it Mikey...yea..." Connor had crawled down from his perch on the sofa, crouching curiously on all fours, craning his neck to get a better angle on this thrilling bit of forbidden activity. He watched Michael's adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he slurped Jeremy's balls with gusto now. He stifled his nervous laughter and wondered why watching this gave him such a tickly feeling in his tummy. Moments felt like hours as Michael's now unbridled worship of the musty denizens of his brother's unwashed undercarriage became like a dog licking peanut butter from a rubber ball. Finally, he sat back, his jaw aching from being held so wide, and Jeremy stepped back, almost self-consciously tucking his sopping sac back into this boxers. He and Michael made eye contact for a long moment before he breathed, "Wow...little dude..." But Connor's gleeful interruption shattered the moment as he hopped to his feet, pointing at the pair, "Jeremy gets a penalty, Jeremy gets a penalty! Look at your boner! It's WAY bigger than Michael's." His youthful voice was positively shrill with giddy laughter as he danced around in a circle. Jeremy looked down and realized his seven and a half inch uncut cock had betrayed it's hiding place and was not jutting proudly out of the open fly of his red boxer shorts, bouncing with every beat of his racing heart like a foot tapping the air impatiently, waiting for its turn. He quickly tucked his rod back into the safe concealment of his underpants and coughed, "Ah...yea...I guess so huh Connor?" Connor grinned and crossed his arms over his chest a wicked look of mischief on his face. He put his hand on his chin and was silent for a long moment, in which Michael and Jeremy, exchanged sidelong glances. Finally he sat his spidey clad butt on the back of the sofa and said, "So...Jeremy...since you got a boner and it is way bigger than Michael's...you gotta do something extra nasty as a penalty. But...Michael you STILL got a boner after licking Jeremy's nut...so...Jeremy you have to French kiss Michael's butthole but Michael has to lick the tip of your weiner while you do it!" As the last word left his lips Connor couldn't control it anymore and he collapsed on the sofa rolling back and forth is shrieking giggles. Jeremy and Michael simultaneously protested, while both cocks simultaneously twitched; Michael's because he would get more opportunity to be oral with his gorgeous older brother, and Jeremy's because it would finally be getting some of the just attention that was wasted on toes and balls. Jeremy's voice actually squeaked as he said the first thing that came to his mind, "FRENCH kiss? Where did you even HEAR that term Connor?" Connor rolled up onto one elbow, casually scratching his outie belly button, "I heard you say it to Verooonicaaaa." He exaggerated the name and ended it by smacking his lips together and breaking down into giggles again. Jeremy swallowed once and looked down at Michael. Michael grinned at him sheepishly and said, "I...umm...I showered since the last time I pooped?" And immediately felt like an idiot. Jeremy however broke down laughing and said, "Well, I guess that's good. I...uh...I gotta be honest little bro...been a day or two since I washed off...but I guess...rules are rules right?" Michael blushed a little and nodded. Connor clapped his hands impatiently, "C'mon! Do it you guys! Are you chicken?" The red-headed seven year old started clucking like a hen, mocking the older boys as they moved falteringly, trying to figure out the best way to get at their respective targets. After a few bumped body parts, Jeremy was on all fours over Michael who was stretched out under him. Simultaneously they both reached for the other's underpants, hooking fingers and tugging cotton down their respective legs. Michael found himself staring up at a sight he never thought he'd see. His brother, fully naked, chiseled slender physique flexing and trembling above him as he held himself aloft, the proud hardened teenage pride stabbing down at the younger boy beneath him, the full funky sweet scent that only a young man in his prime can generate surrounding Michael like a heavenly cloud. He was breathing in short desperate gasps through his nose. He barely noticed the cooler air swimming around his own genitals, but Jeremy was keenly aware of his middle brother's naked twelve year old body stretched out beneath him. He traced the soft lines of from the puffy pink nipples of his chest down to a tender button in his slightly rounded belly and on to a pair of gentle indentations where his hipbones were, and then to a perfect little four inch erection which bobbed almost cheerfully to see him. There wasn't a single hair on the boy anywhere, though the slightly heavy odor suggested the boy had entered puberty. He couldn't help smiling at the junior boner, and he leaned his head down to peer between them and make eye contact with Michael, his soft blonde hair brushing that cocklet as he did, "Gotta lift your legs for me bro...ok?" With eyes still fixed on the hooded head of his brother's penis, Michael gently lifted his knees, and felt his brother hook his arms around them, pressing his elbows into the joints and helping his brother roll his torso up so that his plump little rear end was displayed for him, easy to reach. Jeremy was stunned by how amazingly hot it was to watch his brother's luscious rear slide up and into position, those pillow like cheeks spreading just slightly with the strain of the position, and spreading to reveal a splash of pink that made his cock jump at its appearance. He breathed out, "Dude...you've actually got a hot ass." But Michael wasn't listening. He reached up and almost reverently traced the pulsing vein on the underside of his brother's seemingly massive erection with his index finger before hooking that finger gently around the upper shaft and pulling it down so the throbbing teenage boy cock was angled directly at his mouth. He noticed that the bunched up foreskin was already glistening with a drop of clear fluid. He leaned up and sniffed at it, inadvertently smearing it onto the tip of his nose as his brother's cock gave a particularly vigorous pulse. He crinkled up that button nose and testingly pressed his tongue up to lap up the juice. He found it was sweet but tangy almost salty. Without even thinking he added a few fingers to his brother's bouncing shaft and gingerly pulled down on the skin, which resisted only a moment before slipping back with greater speed than Michael expected, leaving him staring dead on at his brother's engorged nearly purple helmet, the dark slit parting to belch forth another eager bead of precum. Jeremy groaned as he felt Michael gently skin his cock. He almost felt bad as he caught a whiff of the slightly sour smell that his foreskin had been holding in with his cockhead for three days now wafting up between their naked bodies. But he felt Michael's breath on it none-the-less, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. His girlfriend wouldn't even touch him if he didn't still have soap on his dick. Remembering where he was as he caught sight of Connor crawling quietly down to watch the proceedings, he glanced down and thought he might as well hold up his end of the bargain, though he wasn't looking forward to it. Slowly he lowered his head towards his brother's half-spread ass, and found himself unconsciously testing the air for that shit smell he assumed all butts exuded. However, the closer he got, he realized he was smelling something, but it definitely was not shit. It was earthy, and a little heavy, like the odor would rather stay lurking in his brother's moist crack than be drawn up by the teen nose, but it wasn't unpleasant. Curiously, Jeremy took one hand and pulled apart Michael's cheeks, fully exposing that secret valley and releasing a stronger wave of the sweet silky butt scent. His brother's dark pink pucker winked at him, and he saw that the younger boy hadn't lied. It looked very clean. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before leaning down and pressing mouth directly to that twitching rosebud, his tongue darting out to tentatively swipe the opening, sure that some gross taste would flood his tastebuds. But all that happened was a sweet and sour flavor exploded in his mouth and Michael's sudden and very loud moaning filled his ears. The sheer force of desire he realized he was producing in that little body broke a damn of lust that had been building in Jeremy for weeks now, and all at once he was French kissing his little brother's butthole like he was starving for ass and Michael's was the only game in town. Michael wasn't prepared for the flash of heat that pulsed through his body as his most naughty, dirty body part was suddenly exposed to his eldest brother, and when Jeremy started to literally devour his little hole Michael couldn't stop the noises he was making. And of course, his own nose was in high heaven, the stinking reek of foreskin moistened head cheese was coursing through his very veins, and without even thinking, he leaned up and let his tongue snake hungrily around the head of his brother's cock, searching hungrily for every last trace of the slimy odor. Before he knew it he had the entire fat head of his brother's throbbing erection trapped fully inside his mouth, and he was suckling it like a nursing calf. He felt his ass vibrate before he heard Jeremy's obscene moaning. Jeremy's whole body thrummed with pleasure and lust, a slight sheen of sweat appearing over his entire physique. He had never had any girl he had ever been with respond to enthusiastically. He wanted to look and see exactly what it was Michael was doing to the head of his cock, but he couldn't tear his face away from the succulent ass crack below him. As he worked that entrance violently with his tongue, he realized that each press was forcing that pucker open just slightly. And then, on particularly rough pass, he felt his tongue dive deeper into a hot wet heat which clutched at it desperately and he groaned loudly. His brother's tight ring was twitching around his tongue, nibbling at it like a baby bird eating a worm. He ground his face between those pert cheeks, leaning back so that he could get both hands pulling that hole wider. He was so horny now he wanted to taste Michael's intestines. Just when he thought he might dislocate his jaw to get his tongue one inch further into that perfect little pucker, he felt it begin to convulse rapidly, as his little brother's body stiffened and a new wetness splattered against his own six-pac abs and then dripped down onto Michael below. He realized with a far greater sense of pride than he might have admitted, that his twelve year old brother had just blown his load without even touching himself just from the way he was eating his sweet hole. Michael was in a daze, lapping and sucking more and more of his brother's pulsing cock into his mouth. The sensations erupting from his anus were almost too much to stand. His older brother's tongue felt like it was slipping all the way into his stomach. He felt electricity suddenly shoot through his body, and then a more intense feeling of pleasure than he could ever recall raced from his stomach and his toes at the same time and converged on his four inch erection where it had no further outlet than up and out of the prepubescent boy's body. He felt every muscle contract with each violent surge of this new feeling. And then, he sensed the head of Jeremy's cock swelling in his own mouth and a sudden spurt of thick salty sweet slime exploded onto his tongue. He coughed as a second spurt shot down his throat, but the motion let that cock sink down further than it ever had and he realized it was sticking into his throat now, and twitching uncontrollably, shooting gob after gob of that delicious dickjuice down into his belly. However hot Michael thought this was, he gagged soon enough and wretched his brother's boner out of his mouth, gasping and coughing as three more warm sprays landed on his chest and stomach. When his cockhead had swollen Jeremy knew he was past the point of no return, but the feeling of his little brother's orgasm ripping through his body and literally pulsing on his tongue had been too great a sensation, and Jeremy couldn't do anything but let his own orgasm rip through him. He even felt Michael briefly swallow his cock deep into his throat, which almost triggered a second simultaneous orgasm for the undersexed teenager. He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god! Oh god! Mikey..." And as quickly as it began it subsided, the lustful spell temporarily purged and brought to a final conclusion as Connor whispered simply, "Wow..." (So, should I continue? What's next? I would love to hear feedback or thoughts from you folks. I've read stories on nifty for a long time and never sent feedback. I never realized how good it makes you feel to get it! Thanks for all the support. 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