Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:38:38 -0700 (PDT) From: redcock28 (at) yahoo (dot) com Subject: Morning Whore This story contains sexually explicit scenes between consenting teen males, if you are not of legal age to read such or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further. All rights reserved. This story may not be distributed or reproduced on any site or publications without the express written permission of the author. This work is protected by all applicable copyright laws. To contact the author cut and paste making appropriate corrections and E-mail: "redcock28 at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Morning Whore Morning Whore It was sticky that August morning as my brother finished fucking me. His withering Willy had fallen out of my ass with a plopping sound while short bursts of gas were escaping from my rectal cavity. Stan had been cornholing me for about an hour before dumping a healthy load inside me. Now with my anus empty it was emitting flatulent tones. I could feel his cum drooling out of my asshole running down onto backside of my scrotal sac. I'd finally given into my brother's craving for anal pussy since the beginning of summer. Fucking me every morning after that had become routine for Stan and I didn't object. After finishing our morning round of sex something that seemed nonstop since he finally penetrated my virgin ass early one morning in June after our parents had gone to work were heading for the bathroom to cleanup. Standing in the shower together bathing each other I finally mustered up the courage to ask my brother, "How come you always make me play the role of the whore in our game?" "Cause you're younger and prettier; besides, you've got the prettiest ass in town." "Really," I cooed rubbing up against my brother as he played with my buns. "So, I play the John and you're my lovely young whore. Whores always do what the John says," My brother replied, "Besides, I'm bigger than you and my dick is bigger." "So because my dick isn't as big as yours you think I should play the role of the pussy all the time?" "Sure," My brother said with a shit eating grin, "Why not? With an ass as pretty as yours there ain't no question." "Okay, how come I never get paid for my services like real whores?" I questioned. "You get paid. I let you hang out with my friends and buy you DQ malts whenever you want." "Will I ever get to be the John and fuck you?" I asked my big brother standing next to me in the shower stall. "Maybe, when you're as tall as me or taller and your dick is as big as mine or bigger. But that ain't gonna happen anytime soon, Robby. So lay back and enjoy it." As we stood there bathing each other for some reason I didn't believe that in our relationship I was ever going to get to be the John, always the whore. I took notice that there was only a matter of a couple inches separating our height and maybe and inch difference in the size of our dicks. My brother had lured me into sex play games during our junior high school years. We both began developing sexually in the sixth and seventh grades. By that summer before I was to enter high school we were both about equally endowed. Something that I sensed was annoying my brother. He had mentioned more than once that I was developing rather fast, more quickly than he did. For many years I'd always been envious of his size. He had dominated me with his size as far as height and the size of his dick for years; however, during the past year I was quickly closing the gap. We both shared a big queen size bed in our parent's modest three bedroom home, so engaging in sexual play was kind of natural. The game had progressed from mere fondling years back to Stan cornholing me when our summer vacation started. We both had girl friends that we hung out with, but there had been no intercourse yet for either of us. Stan told me that his girlfriend would give him fist fuckings and in return he was allowed to finger fuck her, but that was it. From discussions I'd overheard it was apparent he was inept when it came to the art of digital diddling the teenage lass. My thirteen year old girlfriend and I had made it as far as making out and feeling each other up, but then she'd get all hot and bothered breaking things off before there was any sex. So, as I was about to enter high school I was for all practical purposes a virgin. "Hey, let's go to the DQ for breakfast!" Stan yelled, "I'm hungry." "Okay." We both bounded out the door for the quick walk down the highway to the local Dairy Queen. As we walked we were joined by a couple of our friends. Once inside the DQ I ordered my favorite, a large chocolate malt, while the others ordered their food and drink. We sat down outside where I sucked the thick malt through the large straw oblivious to others around me. "Robby, when you get done suckin up that malt I got straw you can suck on over here in my pants. Only mine's much fatter and the stuff that comes out of it is better tastin than that malt," One of Stan's friends said jokingly. "Yeah, fuck you," I muttered as I continued drinking my malt. I paid the guy's remark little attention, but secretly wandered how big his weenie was. There had been no cock sucking between me and my brother, but I was curious about it. I'd heard stories and really wanted to give it a go sometime. Out of the corner of my eye I caught one of the other older guy's brother eying me. I'd known the boy for years, but paid him little attention. He was a few months younger than me and still in his last year of junior high school. I was curious as to what he might be hiding in his pants. Matter of fact, I was at a stage in my life where I was curious about all boys around my age and what their cocks might look like all boned up. Maybe, it was because of what Stan and I were engaging in or maybe it was just a natural curiosity during a teen's early life. As I continued sucking my malt it appeared to others that I was oblivious to what was going on around me, but I was good at ear-hustling. While the guys and gals would sit around talking about this and that I was always listening trying to pickup tidbits of information, locking that information away for future use. Suddenly, Stan said, "Robby, I going with my friends over to school check on summer football practice schedule." "Okay." Jimmy interjected asking, "Robby, can my brother hang out with you this morning while we're gone? We'll only be gone a couple three hours." "Sure." Stan gave me his usual order, "If you two take off go to one of our houses, don't be wandering around town gettin into trouble." "Okay." Roy, Jimmy's brother, moved over next to me. The older boys got up walking off in the direction of the high school. Roy asked, "So, you ain't playin football this year?" "No, I got other sports I'm more interested in givin a try." "Like what," Roy asked. "Wrestling, swimming, track and baseball," I said finishing the last of my malt. "Cool, I'm interested in wrestling and swimming," Roy responded, "I also play in the band in junior high. "Cool, maybe we can help each other after you get in high school," I said. "So, what's your brother like?" Roy asked. "He's okay. Can be a dick at times." "Yeah, same with my brother." "There's a year difference in our ages," I stated. "Yeah, almost two years for me and my brother," Roy responded. "I think my brother is getting a little worried about the fact that I'm catching up to him in size." "Yeah, I guess older brothers are like that," Roy said, "You ever seen your brother naked?" "Sure, we sleep in the same bed in the same room," I replied. "You guys ever mess around?" Roy asked. "Why, do you and your brother mess around?" I asked deferring the question back to Roy. "Yeah." "Like what?" I asked. "He has me jacking him off and sucking his dick," Roy confided, "Usually every morning." "Yeah, my brother's been cornholin me since the beginning of summer." "Does he let you cornhole him?" Roy asked. "Naw." "Do your guys suck each other off?" Roy asked. "No, but one of these day I want to experiment with a blowjob," I replied. "Let me know when you're up for it, because I'm always up for it." "Really!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My new young friend had just propositioned me for a blowjob. My cock was growing inside my cargos, running down my right leg. God my cock felt hot resting against the inside of my thigh. We continued talking quietly about what we would like to do sexually. Suddenly, I felt Roy's hand resting on the inside of my right leg, his forefinger finger tracing around the outline of my hard member. I immediately began looking around to see if anyone could see us. Thankfully, we were tucked away with our backs to the world. "Damn, that is a nice size dick Dude," Roy whispered. "Thanks. One of these days maybe I'll get a look at yours," I replied. "Anytime your ready I am," Roy said, "Let's go to my house there's no one home." We waited a few minutes to let our erections die down before getting up. We began walking back up the highway towards Roy's house, talking all the way. I was filled with anxiety. I'd never touched another boy before, other than my brother. My heart was pounding and I was sweating in the mid morning sun as we climbed the hill to Roy's house.