Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2022 05:24:06 +0000 From: Art Subject: My Brother Tommy Owns Me C-3 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Emails answered at acgib1943@protonmail.com C-2 ending: "Guys. Don't stop." I felt my boner throbbing. "One more time. Please." "You look turned on, bro. Like really turned on." "I am, Tommy." Instead of answering, he nodded at the twins. They followed him out. "Get back here, please. I begged, almost in tears. I was so close to my second orgasm." Tommy Owns Me C-3 Tommy ignored my pleas. I lay wanting relief. I felt myself softening. The longer they remained gone, the more my mind imaging what they were plotting. I knew I had softened when I felt the urge to pee. "Tommy! I gotta pee." No response. I called again. Same answer. I struggled against my bonds. I stopped to consider my situation. Dillon and Foster had seen me. They had jacked me. I helped coach their team. How would this affect our ice relationship? I felt the urge. "Tommy! Come on. I really got to go." Tommy appeared. He was alone. "Look, Beau. You gotta shut up about peeing. Dillon and Foster and I are busy. Do you want me to diaper you?" "Can I try to pee in the jug?" Tommy looked at the jug, then at me. He took the jug, placing it at my crotch. He guided my cock into the opening. I pushed on my bladder. "Hurry. I got pizza coming and a friend of yours is coming, too." My pee started as a trickle, then steadied into a strong flow. I felt Tommy's finger on my urethra rubbing as he felt my pee flow through it. "Tommy stared at my cock as I peed. I could tell from what he was doing he had feelings for me. I gave in and moaned to let Tommy know I liked this. After I finished and Tommy had returned the jug to the closet, he came with a cloth. He wiped me. I took this opportunity to ask. "Tommy. Who's coming?" He gave my tip a squeeze, smiled, and walked out of the room. I shouted at his back. "Who? Who is coming, Tommy?" Tommy disappeared. MY mind tried to imagine who Tommy had coming over. I ran through my list of friends. None seemed like they would be okay with this. I exhausted my list of possibilities when the doorbell rang. Listening, I heard muffled voices that broke through the background noise. "I don't care. I had to bring him, otherwise I could not get out of the house." "You want him seeing this?" That was Tommy's voice. "He's way too young." The first voice spoke again. "I asked him. I told him he might see some sex play. He said he wanted to see what big boys do." The next voice I recognized belonged to Dillon. "How old is he?" That question got my attention. I listened more closely. A young, piping, determined voice said. "I am old enough. I know what you teens do. I ain't stupid. I know." I heard Dillon once again. "Okay. Just be prepared to see some stuff. You keep your mouth shut about what you see. You tell anyone, we pound you." The first voice spoke. "We could go home, Walt. Maybe you should not watch. Wait until you are older." "Screw you. I'm eleven. I know what teens do with each other. Maybe I can fool around with you guys and do stuff like you guys do. I watch gay porn. I ain't a baby. You ain't my boss, just my stupid brother." I listened. This kid had an attitude. Who was his brother? Tommy appeared with a slice of pizza. "Here. Eat." He sat next to me, feeding me carefully. He wiped my chin when some fell. "Kelly brought it." "Kelly?" I asked, my mouth chewing. "Do I know him?" Tommy smiled. "Finish the pizza. You will need your strength for what I plan next." He had a glass of water, which he offered me. I drank. "Who's Kelly?" "You will find out. He knows you. You know him. He told me has feelings for you. You know, gay feelings. When you lost the bet and I tied you, I texted him to let him know what's going down. Everyone's eating, now. I'll bring them up when they finish." Tommy left. I ran through the list of kids I knew. Nothing. Until I remembered a cute kinda nerdy kid. No, not him. The only Kelly I knew was this nerdy kid in my English class. I liked his looks. I sometimes dreamed of him and me together. Sometimes in class, I mentally undressed him, imagining us together, naked, making out. I knew I did not stand a chance, as he would never want a jock as a friend. He liked his studies and his fellow nerds. I felt myself chubbing the more I thought about the beauty of his face. Tommy returned. "I need to tell you something before they all come in here. They are all coming in a minute. Just so you know, one of them is eleven years old. Kelly had to bring his brother or he could not come. "Do I have a choice who sees me like this? I am not sure about an eleven-year-old kid in on this." "Say the secret word!" I stayed silent. "That's what I thought. We are going to have fun, all of us. I have a special plan for you and me." "What?" Again Tommy only grinned. He walked to the door and called. "He's ready." Dillon and Foster entered first. Both were still naked and boned. I felt myself chubbing more as I stared at their boners. Both were stroking themselves. Tommy stood naked, making a path for them. Turning to look at me, he said. "Here's Kelly, and little Walt." It was him. The boy from my class, fully dressed. His mouth gave a bashful grin as he barely stared at my hard cock. The kid, I assumed, was Walt, pushed around Kelly, coming to stand next to my bed and fix his gaze on my boner. "Wow! You are so big." Then, looking at Tommy, he asked. "Is it okay if I touch him? Kelly never lets me touch him." "Sure. Go ahead." "I'm Walt, by the way. You have one awesome cock." The kid reached a tentative finger and touched my tip. He licked his lips. He took his small hand and wrapped it around my shaft, his finger caressing my tip. I almost came unglued. He looked so cute holding my boner. I imagined doing stuff with him. Then I tried to shut these thoughts away because he was a little kid. I felt the tingles begin as Walt lightly ran his finger over my pee hole, his hand squeezing my shaft. He knew what he was doing to me. He looked at me and grinned. "Later big, guy. We are going to have fun. Right now, Kelly needs his turn." Walt stepped back and pushed his brother against the bed. Kelly looked at my face, nowhere else. "I'm not sure if we should do this." I stared at Kelly. This was the boy I dreamed about, like I dreamed of Tommy. His hair was a dull red, like Walt's. Was he red all over? I wondered. His freckles made him look young. He was in my grade, so he should be my age. How long was his cock? Did he have pubic hair? "I'm okay with Kelly doing stuff with me if he wants to. First, he has to be naked." I saw Kelly look at me, then turning red, he looked away. "Maybe another time." "You big baby. Take your clothes off." Walt almost shouted at Kelly as he ripped off his own clothes. Naked, Walt looked like the eleven-year-old boy he was. Hairless, pointy cock, and a small tight sack. Using two fingers, he stroked himself. "I'm hard. Get over it. Undress Kelly, or I'll strip you myself." The kid had nerve doing this in front of teens. He looked around at the boys, who were enjoying the show Walt was putting on. "Just wait. I may be young, but I have watched porn. I intend to see a live porn show today with you guys. And I will be a part of it. Need me to undress you, big brother?" Kelly shook his head, not looking at me. Slowly, he removed everything except his boxers. I stared at his almost naked body. I held my breath because Kelly looked more beautiful than I had imagined. There were freckles across his shoulders. He actually had a V shaped torso with a dusting of fine red hair on the middle of his chest. He had the beginnings of a treasure trail. Walt grabbed the waistband of Kelly's shorts and pulled them off. "Everything means all off, bro. Totally naked, like the rest of us. No covering yourself." Walt pushed at Kelly's arms as his hands sought to cover his crotch. I had a full view of his pubes. He was a ginger. I wanted to swirl his bush in my mouth and lick him all over, even where his armpit hair grew. Kelly turned his stare to my hard, throbbing cock, made harder by seeing Kelly naked. "For fricking out loud. Touch the damn thing." Walt grabbed his brother's arm, pushing it over my cock. "Wrap your hand around it like you do when you jack off." Kelly looked at his brother. "When I do what?" "Oh, shit. You don't know how to jack off? I do it every day. Do you need to have me show you how to masturbate?" Not waiting for an answer, Walt wrapped his hand around his brother's now hard cock and stroked. "That's how you jack off. Take Beau's cock in your hand and stroke him." Turning to Tommy, he asked. "Got lube?" Tommy seemed in a daze, watching this action. He handed Walt the baby oil, who drizzled some over Kelly's hand. "Stroke him while I stroke you. Get into a rhythm." I watched. So help me, this kid was masturbating his brother with one hand while his other hand guided Kelly in stroking me. The kid was in control of the action and looked pleased with what he was doing. Once Walt had Kelly set in a rhythm on me, he stroked Kelly faster. What I saw next almost made me blow my load. Walt pushed his cocklet into Kelly's crack and started pumping. I heard Dillon and Foster moaning and turned to see them and Tommy in a make-out session as they eyed the action on the bed. Kelly had figured out his rhythm and tension on my shaft. I could see him turning red all over and heard his moans. I felt so close to an intense orgasm. Kelly's mouth was slack and his hips were thrusting, helpless to resist his brother's hand stroking him. Walt had a classic fucking rhythm going on his brother's crack, matching him thrust for thrust. His eyes were unfocused, like Kelly's. The brother on brother action had me ready to blow. "Oh, shit, Something's happening!" Kelly cried as strings of his sperm jetted across my belly. I gave one last thrust and erupted into Kelly's hand, with my sperm mixing with his. I heard Walt cry out, and I looked at him just as he stiffened and cried, "Fuck!" His slim torso plastered hard against Kelly's ass. I knew he was too short to be inside Kelly except to have Kelly's butt cheeks provide the needed friction for his orgasm. Still, it was enough. I just witnessed two brothers achieve orgasm at the same time I did. Noise from my brother and friends caused me to turn to see Tommy sperm on Dillon. The twins stiffened and moaned. I saw no sperm leave their boners. Tommy came over and put his mouth near my ear. "I am going to release you. You will have a better experience free from these ropes." After freeing me, Tommy climbed on top of me, pressing our naked bodies together. I still could feel the cum mixture on my belly. Tommy began to French me while reaching for Kelly. The three of us began kissing and licking one another. "That sucks. What about me?" Walt's voice penetrated through the passion enveloping me. "Come on, little guy." That was Foster's voice. "Get on the floor. My brother and I want to give you your first big boy experience. We are twelve, one year older than you. You wanted live porn? Let's do it." I tried to watch the porn action taking place on my floor. Tommy and Kelly backed off our make-out session. The three of us lay on our stomachs watching the floor action. We held each other. "Which of us takes him first?" Foster asked his twin. "Guys I don't care. One of you gets to tap my virgin ass. The other gets sloppy seconds. Do you two make sperm? "Not yet." Foster said. "Shee-it. Not happening. I want to feel fluids in my ass my first time." He turned to look at the three of us on the bed. "Can you all sperm?" Three heads nodded. Walt had this speculative look as he zeroed in on his brother. "You make sperm. Kelly, I want you to take my virgin ass. Put your seed in me, marking me, your brother, as yours forever." He directed his attention to the twins. After Kelly takes me, you can fuck me." "Uh, Walt..." Kelly began. "No, Uh, Walt. You are going to do this. This is my chance to have you as my lover. Don't argue with me." What happened next blew us all away. Walt approached his brother and kissed him, not some light brotherly peck. The kiss deepened and soon both brothers were going at each other. Their bodies clasped and rolled on the bed as they devoured each other's mouths. Tommy and I moved aside to give the brothers' room. For an eleven-year-old kid, Walt had some lust crazed eyes. He flopped on his back. "Prep me Kelly. Looking at Tommy and me, he told us to help his brother with the lube. "Foster, Dillon, get over here and watch. I want you in me next." I stared at Tommy. I had trouble understanding that this little kid was directing his first anal penetration, and by his brother. So ends Chapter Three. I answer emails at acgib1943@protonmail.com Upcoming chapters will use suggestions you guys have been giving me. Some of you guys can imagine some depraved stuff. LOL. Of course, NIFTY is worth a donation if you can give.