Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2021 21:12:05 +0000 (UTC) From: "robert1glynn@yahoo.com" Subject: The Sleeping Boy New Story, Incest Section Here, for your masturbatory pleasure is a tale of homosexual, underage, incest. If you like this story, you can check out my other stories, which you can find under my name, Robert Glynn, in the Authors section here at Nifty. You can contact me at robert1glynn@ymail.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty to keep this wonderful site going. Free, and supporting freedom of speech for the Queer Community, Nifty is for us, you be for Nift,y with whatever you can give. Thanks, The Sleeping Boy By Robert Glynn When I was a seventeen years old boy I shared a bedroom with my ten year old brother, Peter. We slept in twin beds, separated by about a meter, with a bedside table between the two beds. Peter had a 9 o'clock bed time and I usually went to bed about 10 or 10:30. On the night I'm describing, the night that started the game we still play, Peter was in bed asleep, tucked under the covers, when I walked into the room and turned on the light. Saying he was under the covers is not precisely accurate. Peter was lying on his side, entirely under the covers, including his head, except his naked butt was uncovered and sticking out from beneath the blanket. Just a beautiful naked, ten year old, boy butt. I wasn't surprised Peter was naked, I had started sleeping naked a few years ago, when masturbation took over my life, and I discovered it was sexier, and easier, to be naked in bed. When Peter noticed I was waking up naked the morning, he asked me why I wasn't wearing pajamas, and I answered, "Big boys sleep naked, buddy." The very next morning I saw Peter was naked when he hopped out of bed, and he has slept naked every night since. But this night, the first night of our new game, the first night of a brand new world, when I stepped into our bed room, Peter was completely under the covers, except for his shiny, bright, naked little boy ass, which peaked out from under the blanket. "Oh," I thought, "that is so cute." I started to get undressed. By the time I was naked I thought, "Isn't that a beautiful little boy butt." By the time I had set down on my bed, looking across the meter gap between our beds, I thought. "Fuck, that is so sexy, so hot." Now I know that sounds perverted, and that is because it is. I was, at this time in my life, as I said, a seventeen years old, and I had only recently come to the realization that I was queer, and a pervert, and that I liked being a queer pervert. I had discovered that boys were sexy, and that I wanted to have sex with boys. I sat on my bed, and looked at the ten year old naked butt that was flashing back at me. I realized my cock was quickly rising to a full erection and I was turned on at the sight of this lovely, disembodied, naked butt. This wasn't my little brother Peter's naked butt. Rather this was the essence of boy butt, this was the primordial form of naked boy butt. This was what Mr. Lowery was talking about in class when he described Plato's cave and the difference between the shadow of the thing and the real essence of the thing. This boy butt before me, was the essence of what I wanted, it was the real thing. Fuck, it made my cock and balls hurt. Looking at my brother's ass, my cock was engorged, filled with blood, and fully erect. My dick became my master, and took control of my body, and my brain. I got down on my knees, between our two beds, my little brother's little boy butt hole, his shit hole, his boy pussy, his anus, his boy cunt, only inches from my face. His boy pussy became the entire focus of my universe. I started stroking my cock, not hard and quickly, like I wanted to cum, but slowly, edging myself to keep me horny and sexually on fire. I could see Peter's anus, it was beautiful, not only the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, but also the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I wanted to look at it forever, and I wanted to touch it, I wanted to smell it, and taste it. His entire ass was beautiful. Peaking out from under his blanket. His ass was smooth, he was a pre-pubescent ten year old boy, smooth and hairless. His ass was perfect, blemish free, soft, smooth, white, with touches of rose in his butt cheeks, and a perfect, pink rosebud that called to me. His shit hole invited me to kiss it, asked me to finger it, oh hell, his boy cunt wanted me to rape it. Fuck! Of course I would't really rape my baby brother. But I wanted to. Fuck yes, I wanted to rape him. I wanted to shove my teen cock in his little boy cunt and fuck him till I shot my teen sperm in his rectum, deep into his intestines. I want to breed my baby brother. I wanted him to have my baby, and then I wanted to fuck his baby. All the while these crazy, sexy thought were racing through my brain, I was slowly stroking my demanding, teen boy, cock. "You know," I thought to myself, "I could get down there and smell his shit hole." I leaned forward, till the tip of my nose was no more than a micro fraction of an inch away from my little brothers anus. I sniffed, and sniffed again, and again. I breathed in his butt hole. I thought I was going to cum, and had to let go of my inflamed cock. My brother's butt hole smelled like boy, pure boy, and like sex. It didn't smell like shit, didn't smell like sweat, it didn't smell musky like a man or an animal, it smelled like little boy butt hole. If I could bottle, and market, that smell, I'd be a millionaire. I couldn't resit. I had to have more. I stuck my tongue out and let the tip of my tongue graze Peter's anus. I licked his hole. I fluttered my tongue against his hole. He didn't move. He was asleep, deeply asleep. I went further. I pressed my lips around his butt hole, I sucked his sphincter, and I inserted my tongue up in his butt. An incredibly naughty, dirty, nasty thought flashed in my head. I thought, `What if Peter were to shit in my mouth?' `Fuck,' I thought, `I am seriously sick.' I had my mouth on my brothers anus and my tongue up in his rectum, and I was thinking about him shiting in my mouth. I pull back from my brother's shit hole and let go of my cock. I took a deep breath. `Fuck, I'm... I'm... this is such a weird freak experience, I'm thinking about things I don't really want.' I stayed there, naked, on my knees beside my brothers bed, beating my meat and staring at Peter's naked butt. I couldn't hold back. As I furiously pounded my cock, I once again put my mouth on my baby brothers shit hole, and stuck my tongue back up in his boy pussy. Beating my meat, I blasted an incredible amount of cock snot all over the floor in front of me. I shot more cum than I ever had before. I found the pair of underwear I had been wearing and used them to clean my hand, my cock and the floor. I reached over and covered Peter's ass with his blanket, clicked off the light, and staggered back to my own bed. I wanted to go to sleep, but my mind, and my hard cock, would not let me. Pictures of my little brothers naked ass kept racing through my head. The recollected feel of Peter's boy pussy on my lips and tongue made me so hot. My, still hard cock, even though I had just spilled the biggest load of cum of my short life, demanded more attention. I wound up masturbating and cumming two more times before I finally drifted off to sleep, thinking how lucky I was, how happy I was, to have had the opportunity to molest and abuse my sleeping ten year old brother. ********************* The next morning was Monday and a school day, I woke up and looked over at Peter's bed only to find it was empty and unmade. I must admit I felt anxious, and a bit guilty, as I quickly dressed, fearing what could happen if he was telling our parents I had molested him last night. When I stepped in to the kitchen, however, Mom, Dad, and Peter were all sitting at the kitchen table. Mom and Dad were reading the newspaper, and my beautiful brother Peter was shoveling spoon after spoon of `Count Chocula' cereal into his mouth. I relaxed, and thought to myself, `Oh cool, he really was asleep.' I said, "Good morning, guys." "Good morning, sleepy head, about time you showed up." Dad said. "Want some toast and eggs?" Mom asked. "No," I said, ruffling Peter's hair, as he grinned at me, "a bowl of `Count Chocula' for me, too, I think." ********************* All day at school, all I could think of was having eaten out my brother's ass hole last night. My cock was hard almost all day. I had to hold my books in front of my boner just to get between classes. I kept telling myself, last night was a fluke, my little brother had fallen asleep with his butt exposed, and my teen hormones had pushed me to take advantage of him. But I was just plain lucky he hadn't awakened. I couldn't count on that ever happening again. I couldn't risk the consequences, of doing what my dick wanted me to do. I jacked off in one of the stalls in the boy's bathroom at lunch. Then, I asked for a hall pass to the boy's room, and jerked off again, during my study hall in fifth period. That made five orgasm's counting the one while I rimed Peter. I would have thought that would have cooled my jets, leveled off the hormone flood, but no, there was absolutely no observable diminishment in my `I want to fuck my brother' level. When I got home every thing was typical. Dad was watching the evening news, Mom was cooking supper, and Peter was reading some book about World War II. I said hello to everyone, and announced I was going upstairs to do my homework. Maybe a couple of hours later, Peter stuck his head in our bedroom door and said, "Mom said to come down stairs, supper's ready." Supper was salmon croquettes, cornbread, turnips and greens, fried green tomatoes, and ice cream for desert. I ate like a pig, and felt happy and content. After dinner we all watched TV, while Peter and I were kind of cuddled up the couch. That got my cock hard again. When it hit 9:30, Mom sent Peter to bed, and the three of us watched a detective show. When that was over, I announced I was ready for bed and bid them good night. ****************** When I got up stairs, our bedroom was dark, as I expected it would be. I flicked on the light. The first thing I saw was that Peter was completely covered up in bed, except his ass was sticking out just like the night before. My mind was blown, there was a beautiful boy ass in front of me, that means, I thought, he wasn't asleep, at least part of the time, last night, and now he was sticking his ass out for me again tonight. "He wants me to molest his ass. He liked it, and he wants more," I thought, "well, I can do that." I left the light on and sat down on my bed looking at Peter's ten year old butt. I thought, "I need some kind of edible lube." I knew just what I wanted. I got up turned off the light and went back down stairs. Mom and Dad were still watching TV. I said, "I just want a drink of water," and turned into the kitchen. I poured a glass of water, and turned to the cabinet where Mom always kept a stick of room temperature butter. My Mom was a Wisconsin girl, where Dairy is a religion. She always stored at least couple of pounds of butter in the refrigerator, and kept a stick of butter in a covered dish on the counter, at room temperature, for daily use. "Butter doesn't go bad," Mom said, "and it's so easy to spread." Butter is also a tasty, smooth to use, sexual lubricant when you are about to molest your younger brother, I might add, in praise of Dairy Products. So, I put a couple of tablespoons worth of butter in a piece of tin foil, and took it, and a glass of water, back upstairs. "Good night," I call out to Mom and Dad. Back in my room, I left the light on, and locked the door. I quickly striped off my clothes and laid them down at the base of the door so the folks wouldn't see light coming out below the door. Then I sat down between our two beds, with my face in front of my little brothers ass. I put my hands on each of Peter's butt cheeks and spread his ass crack, revealing his tiny, beautiful shit hole, so smooth, pink, hairless, and sexy. I no longer felt I had to move slowly, and carefully, not to wake the sleeping boy. Now, he was my ten year old brother, giving his ass hole to me, to play with. Peter was, apparently, a natural born butt slut. I would have to be careful of course, he was a small, ten year old boy, with a super tight, tiny, ass hole. For all intent and purpose, however, he wanted his hole played with, and I was just the queer older brother to play with it. I started by looking at it, for the longest time. It was so beautiful it made my dick hard. If you have never had the chance to study and admire a pretty, ten year old boy's shit hole, you might not understand how a tiny pink pucker can be so beautiful, but if you could see Peter's bung you would understand. The Christians say people are created in god's image, and looking at my brother's excretory orifice, I could see how that might be true. It was clearly god-like to me. I could easily devote my life to worshiping Peter's shit hole. After visually studying Peter's bung for a long while, I went down on it. I love the sound of that phrase, I went down on my little brother's shit hole. I kissed it. I licked it. I sucked it. I made out with Peter's boy pussy. I kissed his hole like a teenaged boy kissing his girlfriend. I licked his crack, I swabbed his anus, I sucked his sphincter, I tongued fucked his rectum, I made love to his homo-love tunnel, I ate out his shit-cunt. All the while I ate him out, Peter never moved, he just surrendered himself to my oral ministrations. He was not asleep, he could not have been sleeping through my anilingual assault. After gorging myself on pre-pubescent boy cunt I got out the butter and coated my index finger and Peter's pussy. I spent some good time playing around on the outside of Peter's hole, while I started stroking my meat with my other hand. After a bit I could't wait longer, and I started pressing into my brother's hole. I went in up to my first knuckle, and held it there, feeling the heat and pressure of Peter's anal ring around my finger. I pulled out, and pressed back in, up to my second knuckle. Deeper in, Peter's boy cunt felt soft, moist and hot, hot, hot. I began to finger fuck my brother as I beat my meat. After a bit, I pushed in all the way, my finger buried deeply in boy cunt. I finger fucked Peter and jerked my meat till I lost control and blasted my sperm all over the floor. I collapsed back against my bed, my cock spending sperm on the floor. I pulled my finger out of my brothers cunt, and sat there, in a heap recovering from the nasty things I had just done to my little brother. After I had recovered from my powerful orgasm, I tidy up the scene of the crime, licked the butter off my brothers hole, my finger, and the tin foil. I crumpled and tossed the foil in the trash, gathered my clothes from in front of the door, which I unlocked, covered up my little brother, and turned off the light. Slipping into my own bed, I reached down and started stroking my still hard cock. `Fuck,' I thought, `I really want to fuck my brother's pre-pubescent cunt.'