Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 12:19:18 -0800 (PST) From: Tom Browning Subject: There's a problem with Logan, part 3 The entire work is fabricated, and I am the writer. My first sexual experience was with a cousin. We were both underage, and while we both enjoyed our times I do not condone sexual play with minors. I would love to hear what my readers think. My name is Tom. Reach out to me at: westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com Todd had let things get out of hand. The 16-year-old high school sophomore and one time boy scout thought he had everything under control. But by the looks of things, things were spiraling out of control. "East, East, East," Todd muttered. He was laid back in his bed, covered by a thin blanket. His room was a modest affair: a desk, a chair, and a bed. He had sports posters, some certificates, two trophies for baseball and the medal for track. There were three books, a backpack and a lamp atop of the desk. Out of place were Logan's slippers near the door. Todd opened his mouth, and fluttered his eyes. He was exhausted. The teenager searched his desk. What time is it? He had been at this for only 24 min. and he was ready to call it quits. All he had to do was say the word. He focused this thoughts on the sensations. He liked this feeling, and he'd felt it before, earlier. "S-s-south!" The a teenager shouted across his dark room. That wasn't the word that could end all the feelings. But Todd didn't want that. Not really. He looked at his headboard and the four gummy bears stuck there. They formed a ragged little line. "South, South, South," Todd yelped as another way you have spasms ripped through his lean body. He was nearly done. He could hear his brother now. Low, wet sounds at his brother lapped and lapped and lapped. And Todd knew this was not normal. The seven year old's sounds were like a hungry, feral animal. Logan was a prodigy, Todd had discovered for himself. He wasn't sure what to do with this information. "West," Todd commanded in a voice that was not his own, it was deeper, more guttural. He was so so close. He leaned forward, pushing his groin up, and out. "West, West," he repeated, like he just discovered a new word. And then it was over. He began to unload. Compared to the first time this was a lot different. In the TV room he'd unloaded with the aid of Logan into his sweatpants. This time Logan was sucking him off. The little one was not only able to make Todd cum, he'd begun gobbling up the evidence. Logan is doing that now. Gobbling up Todd's watery sauce. The older brother readied the next gummy bear; this would make five. A new record. At first, Todd had been afraid for the young boy to eat the fluid. Little kids aren't supposed to eat that junk, it could stunt their growth or something. Previously, he'd had stopped the boy, but Logan had a taste for it and he seemed love it. In carefully crafted experiments Todd had fed his little brother gradually larger and larger doses. Hence the gummy bears. The gummy bears were Logan's idea. Each successive load the older boy would add a bear to his headboard. Like keeping score. A tally board. It was like a game and Tood loved to play as much as Logan. Usually the younger boy got the gummies afterward, much like a reward. Todd shook off the last remnants of his orgasm and carefully removed a candy from the bag. He licked the back and stuck it to the headboard. The mound beneath the blanket moved. The older boy helped by pulling out the blanket. Once free, Logan came up for air. Sticking up his little head, he steadied himself, placing his hands--one on each of his older brother's thighs. Todd marveled at how little the boy looked in comparison to his own growing body. He dwarfed the boy. And that made him feel guilty. "You've got good with your directions," Todd said proudly. But the little boy said nothing. The directions had also been Logan's ideas: the younger brother was learning them at school. He'd instructed his older brother to steer him with the commands of directions. This way Tood could direct the younger one's attentions. As if he needed any help. Logan silently padded toward the door. Left foot and right, he put on his slippers and open the door. Todd was confused and you gave his brother a puzzled look. "You made it to five this time," the older brother beamed. This was really something. To show his admiration he waved his hand and pointed at the bears. They were really trophies... Trophies of the loads that the tyke had taken this night. A record the older boy was surprised by. But Logan, while smiling, seemed unmoved. Standing by the door, hand on the knob, the little boy smiled widely at his brother. Logan opened his mouth. His bubblegum pink tongue emerged slowly, and he wagged it lewdly at his brother. Todd's mouth went dry as he looked at Logan. Slowly sloshing side to side was a perfect pearl of cum perched atop a bubblegum pink tongue. It was a tiny little globe, yellowy-white. Todd sat transfixed to the boy's mouth, mesmerized by the mouthful he'd given his younger sibling. Why hadn't the boy swallowed it? Why was he saving it? Did Logan relish the milky fluid he drained out of his brother nightly? And just like that Logan gulped down, smiled back at the teen. Simultaneously turned on and horrified, Todd's member stirred. Losing their sticky, two of the gummy bears fell to his bed. He began to say something. And just as quickly Logan slipped out of his bedroom and into the hallway, leaving the older boy alone, and hard again.