Date: Tue, 24 May 2016 14:41:19 +0000 (UTC) From: robert1glynn@yahoo.com Subject: We Need A Fag All right, boys and girls, here's a little homo, pedo, incest tale for your masturbatory pleasure. If you enjoy it, how about sending a contribution to Nifty to keep this National Queer Treasure do what it does so well, entertaining and educating the Gay Community. Check out my other stories under my name, Robbert Glynn, in the Frequent Authors section, and shoot me an e-mail at, robert1glynn@ymail.com Enjoy. WE NEED A FAG by Robert Glynn My mother says my friend, Brian, is a bad influence, and she's right, he is. Brian was the one who first got me drunk, first turned me on to pot, and first got me laid by introducing me to Brenda the school slut, who we still, occasionally, fuck together. Last summer Brian was over at my house spending the night. We had smoked some dope and were watching porn on the computer in my room, when Brian said, "You know what we need, Rick?" "No, Brian, what do we need?" "We need a fag," he stated, matter-of-factly. "What?" I asked with, what I know must have been a shocked tone my voice. "A cocksucker," Bryan said, "we need a queer to suck us off whenever we want. A guy, so your folks won't mind if he spends time up here with us, or even spends the night. You know they won't ever let us bring a chick up here." My parents left us alone when my door was closed, and stayed out of my business pretty much, but, Brian was right, girls in the room was out of the question. He went on, "If we had a fag we could get our cocks sucked whenever we want, or we could fuck him in the ass." "Bryan, what is this? Are you going gay on me?" I asked. "No, dude," he said, "I just want to get my cock sucked, and if it's a guy that sucking my dick, that don't mean nothing, it's the cock sucker that's the queer." "Well, that makes sense," I said, "but where are we going to find a fag? Do you know any queers?" "No," Brian answered, "no, but I think I know a guy who is just about ready to discover that he is a fag." "Who's that?" "Your kid brother," Brian said. "Brandon?" I said, "Brandon's not gay. " "Maybe not yet," said Brian,"but I think he's got an inner fag that's just waiting to come out, and I think we can help." "What are you talking about Brian?" "Look, he's just the right age, young enough to be curious, maybe bi-curious, but not old enough to have figured things out. Another thing, he's as pretty as a girl, and how can any boy be that pretty and not have a fag side to him? Last, but by no means least, have you seen how he looks at you? He worships you. You're his hero. He loves you, and, I think, not just how most brothers love their brother." I knew Brian was right about how Brandon looked at me. He really did admire me; it was almost hero worship. Brandon and I had always gotten along well for brothers, and with me being four years older than him, my eighteen years old to his fourteen, Brandon really looked up to me. I also knew that sometimes when Brandon watched me working out, when I was just dressed in my jockstrap, he had gotten a hard-on. I had figured that boys were always getting boned up, and I hadn't thought much about it before. Now I started wondering if my kid brother had been getting a hard-on from looking at my naked butt. I also knew, Brian was right about Brandon's good looks. My kid brother was really cute. A green eyed, blonde haired, waif, with a face that, like Brian said, was pretty, and more than a little bit girlish, in fact, as I thought about it Brandon was a little girlish in a lot of ways. "I don't know Brian, Brandon's cute and all, but..." "Yeah," Brian interrupted, "he is; he is as pretty as any girl. And just think how pretty he'd look going down on your big cock, or sitting naked on your lap with your hard cock up his boy cunt." "Jesus, Brian," I said shaking my head, "you are one twisted motherfucker." "Yeah," Brian said, and I saw his eyes drop down to my crotch, "and judging by the bulge in your pants, you're a little twisted, too." Again, Brian was right; I had thrown a bone at the thought of fucking my kid brother. "Well, I admit the Idea of fucking an underage kid sounds hot, sometimes I beat off fantasizing about fucking a little girl, but Jesus, he's my own brother. I love him, I can't fuck my own brother, can I?" "Sure you can," Brian responded, "who would be better, he's right here, one room over, and cute as hell. Listen, I know you love him, but think about this from Brandon's point of view; if he's not gay, he's not going to go queer just because he sees your butt, or because he were to see a couple of guys kissing. But if he is queer, he needs to find out from someone who loves and cares for him, not from some horny dirty old man in a public toilet. If he discovers he's gay now he'll be way ahead of most gay kids his age." "Yeah," I said, "I guess that makes sense." "Sure it does," Brian said, "besides, if your pedo perv enough to beat off to thoughts of fucking a little girl, you might as well let your freak flag fly and go for the whole homo-incest-pedo, pervert trifecta. You're going to love fucking Brandon." I grinned, nodded my head, and said, "So what are you thinking here?" We talked for more than an hour. Brian had obviously thought a lot about seducing my kid brother and turning him into our own personal fag. He had planned every move, and I had to admit it sounded like it might work. Brian wanted me to start hanging out more with Brandon. He told me to invite him into my bedroom more to play video games and watch movies. Then he wanted me to start being naked in front of the kid, showing off my body whenever I could, especially flashing my cock and ass. Our two bedrooms shared a common bathroom with a door on each side. Brian told me to leave the bathroom door open when I was using it, both when I was showering and using the toilet, so Brandon could see me. Brian wanted me to hangout naked when Brandon I were watching movies and stuff like that, he said I should even let Brandon catch me jacking off. Brian told me he could provide some porn and sex toys I could leave around for Brandon to find. He said that he wanted me to kind of loosen the boy up, and turned him on by myself at first. Then when the time seemed right, Brian would get into the act. Then he said, "You and I are going to have to fag it up a little, to get the kid horny and comfortable." "I am not sucking your cock, Brian," I said, "period, forget it." "No, no," Brian assured me. "Nothing like that, just hanging out naked together, joking around, patting each others butts, maybe hugging or even making out, if you're willing to do it." "If I'm willing to make out with you? I guess that means you're willing to make out with me." I stated incredulously. "Sure, why not, what's the big deal about two straight boys kissing?" Brian asked. I laughed and said, "I'm starting to wonder if there really are two straight boys here." Brian pushed on, ignoring my comment. "Well, what do you think? Would you be willing to make out with me in order to help your little bro get in touch with his inner fag or not?" "I guess," I said, "what would we have to do?" "Let me show you," Brian said, and without saying another word he stepped up to me, threw his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. This was no shy, timid, little peck. Brian pressed his full body against mine. I was instantly aware of his hard cock pressing into my groin, and I knew he could feel mine pressing back. The sensations were totally weird. His hard, firm muscles felt so different from a girl's soft curves. His beard stubble, rubbing against mine, was so strange. My first impulse was to push him away, but he held me tight and pressed his body, and his hard cock, against me. Then I felt his tongue at my lips. My best friend was trying to french me, to slip me the tongue. I gave in to his insistent pressure and opened my mouth. Instantly Bryan's tongue fill my mouth. At the same time, I felt him hunching his hard cock against mine. My head was spinning. I felt weird and somehow both repelled and totally turned on. I gave into him; I wrapped my arms around him and thrust my own tongue into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue. Fuck, my best friend could really kiss! After a few minutes, Brian broke off the kiss and said, "Well, all right dude, that was pretty good. But if we're going to turn your little brother into our own personal fag, you're going to have to practice some more. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed." We practiced fagging it up a lot after that. Now don't get me wrong, we didn't get really queer or anything. We're both straight and all, or at least I know I am, I'm not so sure about Brian any more, but he say's he's straight, at any rate we never sucked cock or fucked. But, we spent a lot of time when Brian came over, especially when he spent the night, naked, in bed, boned up and making out. Sometimes we would jack ourselves off while we kissed, and sometimes Brian would jacked me off, or he would get me to finger-fuck his asshole or use the dildo he had brought over, on him, while he masturbated, Brian said he really got off on having his shit hole played with. Brian talked me into letting him fuck me in the ass with the dildo, too. I told you he was a bad influence. I have to admit Brian was a great kisser, and it was kind of hot fagging out with him, he said it would help a lot, bringing out my little brother's queer side. However, I never got used to having Bryan shoot his spooge on me. It always kind of creeped me out, especially when he licked it off me. Brian thought it was funny, and would try to kiss me with his cummy mouth. We started putting "Operation Fag" to work right away. I started slow at first, just like Brian planned. I'd invite Brandon to watch a movie or play video games, and I'd strip down to my underwear, sometimes to a jockstrap, showing my ass. Sure enough I saw Brandon was checking me out. Then one evening I invited Brandon to my room to watch a movie with me. Soon we were both on my bed watching "The Blue Lagoon". The movie features a beautiful boy and girl, shipwrecked on a tropical island. The plot is a thin excuse for showing scantily dressed kids flashing lots of impossibly beautiful skin. After a few minutes watching, I announced, "Its kind hot in here," and I striped down to my underwear. It wasn't long before I slid my hand down in my briefs and started fondling my cock. I didn't say anything, and neither did Brandon, but by the time the two beauties in the movie started loosing their clothes in the ship wreck, I was really feeling up my willy. I saw that Brandon was looking at me, as much as at the movie. I wasn't jacking off exactly, but I was definitely playing with my meat, and I was turned on and showing wood. Soon, I wasn't the only one; I could see Brandon was stiff and tenting out his jeans. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie, my little brother showing hard in his jeans, and me with my hand in my briefs blatantly playing with my bone. When the movie was over, Brandon got up off the bed. As he started to go to his own room, I slid my underwear way down on my thighs and started brazenly stroking my hard, blatantly exposed, cock. "Wow," I said, "that was a really hot movie." Brandon turned and looked back and saw me openly beating my meat. He just stood there watching me masturbate, "They were both beautiful," I said. "The boy was as pretty as the girl." "Yeah," Brandon said, his voice was barely more than a whisper. Then I heard him say, "That is really hot." I was pretty sure he wasn't talking about the movie. I was so sexed up, knowing my little brother was watching that I couldn't, and didn't want, to hold back. I moan out loud, as my cock started erupting, shooting volley after volley of hot sperm all over my belly and chest. Brandon stood there watching my orgasm. "Really, really, hot," he said as he slipped back to his room. Step one; accomplished. For the next few days, I worked at being naked in front of my little brother as much as possible. I'd strip nude when we got home from school, lie down on my bed and beat my meat, looking at the straight porn Brian had left me. If Brandon walked in on me, I let go of my cock and talk to him like everything was cool, but I wouldn't cover my dick. If he didn't show up, I'd walk into his room after I had shot my spooge, with my cock still puffed up, red and wet with my cum. Brandon never said anything about it, but he was sure checking me out. I never closed the doors to the bathroom we shared, and made it a point to barge into the bathroom anytime Brandon was peeing, taking a shit, or in the bath. The fourth time I walked in on his bath, I caught him stroking his boy meat. I felt sure he had wanted me to catch him. "Spanking the monkey, huh, Brandon?" I said when he tried to hide in his cock with his hands. "That's cool, I figured you were getting old enough for a little cock play. You don't have to hide it from me, we're brothers, after all, and you've seen me beat off, too." Brandon looked at me for a moment and then, again, started stroking off. I watch for a while, and then said, "You look really hot, Brandon. Let me see you shoot, bro." I stood there, looking down at my little brother beating his meat in the bath until he moaned, arched his body, and shot his thin watery sperm all over his belly. "Nice, little brother!" I said. "Very, very, sexy, you're a hot, little, stud." After that I didn't stop masturbating when Brandon walked in on me after school. I'd keep stroking when he stuck his head in my room. "Hey, Brandon, come on in I'm, just playing around a bit. So what you up too?" We would make small talk all the while I was beating off, Brandon's eyes never leaving my meat. With my other hand I'd play with my tits, or fondle my balls, or even spread my legs and stroke my hole. Brandon was open about watching me, and always threw a bone. When I shot my wad I scooped up my cum and ate it. "Cum is hot stuff." I said. The next day I upped the ante and when Brandon walked into my room he "caught" me jacking off while I was fucking my shit hole with Brian's dildo. When he asked what I was doing, I told him I was just playing around with Brian's dildo. "He left it here a couple of days ago, It's a lot of fun, you ought to try it out some time, it's really hot." I got to tell you it was so hot to lay their naked in my bed, pounding my pud, and shafting my bung, while my little brother watched. After several days of this, I called Brian, told him what I had been doing with Brandon, and invited him over, to push things even farther. When Brian arrived the next day after school, he had a bunch of porn magazines, a couple straight, a couple bi, but mostly gay, a bigger dildo, and a bottle of lube in his backpack. Brandon was in his room playing some computer game, so Brian and I got naked and started looking at some of the straight porn. Both Brian and I were lying on my bed, boned up, and stroking off, when my little brother stepped into the room. I could see he was shocked at what he saw, and he started backing out of the room. However Brian spoke up, saying, "Hey, Brandon. Come on in man. Your big bro and I were just getting into some monkey spanking. He told me you've started wanking off, too. You want to get naked and join us?" An embarrassed Brandon, blushed a bright red, and stuttered, "Umm, not just now, I... uh... I beat off just a little while ago." "That's cool," Brian said, while the two of us lay side-by-side, naked on my bed, brazenly stroking our cocks. "Why don't you check out some of the porn," he gestured to the stack of magazines on my desk, "while we play awhile?" While I jerked off, I watched as my little brother thumbed through the stack of porn, and I saw his eyes widened when he saw most of them were gay, but he didn't say anything. He selected one of the bisexual magazines that featured a long haired blonde girl and two very pretty boys, sat at my desk, and leafed through it. I couldn't help but notice his eyes were on me and Brian more than on the magazine. I also noticed Brandon was springing wood in his pants, too. Brian reached over and picked up the dildo and lube from my beside table, greased it up, and inserted it in his ass hole, fucking himself, while I beat off. After a good while of this blatant sexual display, which Brandon was watching while he made a show of checking out the porn, Brian turned toward me, and started kissing me. It was weird enough to kiss Brian at anytime, but it was exceptionally strange to do it with my little brother watching. My first instinct was to push him away, but I resisted that urge, and instead opened my mouth to Brian's insistent tongue. We lay naked, kissing, with me masturbating and Brian fucking himself, for a long while. Then Brian pulled the dildo out of his ass pushed himself up on top of me and continued kissing me and hunching his crotch into mine. I felt Brian take my hand off of my cock and put it on his dick, and then return to take my hard-on in his hand. Now we were fucking each others hands as we hunched and kissed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Brandon had abandoned any pretense of looking at porn, and was instead watching Brian and me, while he rubbed his own hard-on through his jeans. Suddenly, Brian broke off our kiss and rose up, kneeling between my legs. He grabbed his cock and started furiously masturbating. He groaned, arched his back, thrust his cock toward me, and began shoot spot after spurt of his cock snot all over me. His first cum wad splattered my cheek, barely missing my mouth, and each subsequent wad shot onto my chest, belly, and the last couple of dribbles fell on my cock and masturbating hand. I was amazed, and a little of creeped out, at how much sex slime Brian had dumped on me. I looked over at Brandon and saw he had a glazed over, sex hungry, look on his face. He had slipped his hand inside his pants, and was fondling his cock. When he saw me looking at him, Brandon jerked his hands out of his pants, and said, "Are you guys gay, or what?" "Straight, but not narrow," Brian answered." Just a couple of straight boys helping each other out, nothing wrong with that. I mean what's the big deal about two straight boys kissing, right?" "But you guys were jacking each other off, and you had that rubber dick up your butt, and you got all this gay porn." Brandon said. "Look, Brandon, these are modern times, guys can do whatever they want to do," I said. "It just so happens that Brian is a really good kisser, and it feels good to have someone else's hand on your meat. You ought to give it a try before you criticize anyone." "Yeah," Brian jumped in, "and I like having a dildo up my butt, it feels good, anyway your cock is hard from watching two guys getting it on, so I don't know where you get off criticizing us about being gay." "I'm not criticizing anyone," Brandon said defensively. He paused, look at the two of us for a moment, and said, "What did you mean when you said I ought to give it a try?" Brian glanced at me knowingly, and said to Brandon, "Well, why don't you get naked, come over here, and we'll show you." Brandon just sat there for a bit, then slowly stood up. I couldn't take my eyes off my kid brother as he stripped naked. God he was beautiful. Standing naked, in front of us, his slender, hairless, body was as sexy as any girl I have ever seen, and I have to admit, even his hard little cock, pointing straight up, looked good enough to eat. When Brandon stepped toward us, Brian reached out, took hold of my little brother's cock, and pulled him close. Then he leaned forward and kissed the boy while stroking his cock. I could see that Brian was tongue kissing Brandon, and that Brandon was eagerly kissing him back. Brian broke off their kiss, turned to me, and said, "Wow, your brother kisses really good. Why don't you slip him some tongue, before he sucks your cock?" Brian gently pushed Brandon into my arms. I admit kissing Brian was hot, but slipping tongue and swapping spit with my little brother was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, and Brian's words, "Slip him some tongue, before he sucks your cock," kept echoing around my head while we kissed. A few minutes later, Brian was gently pulling the two of us apart, braking our kiss, and saying, "Come on Brandon; go down on your big brother's cock. Let him take your cherry. He'll fuck your sweet mouth and feed you a load of his cum. Then you can suck my cock, too, you're going to love eating cum." While Brian was talking, he gently pushed Brandon down on his knees in front of me, so my cock was throbbing right in front of his face. Then I took over, put my hands on my brothers head, and gently guided his mouth to my cock. "Yeah Brandon come on, come on, and suck my cock. I know you want to. It's okay. I love you, and I'm going to love having you suck my cock." I almost blew my wad when my little brothers lips first touched my cock. When he opened his mouth and went down on the head my cock, it was, indeed, more than I could take. Before I could help myself, I started sperming in his mouth. My little brother took, and swallowed, all of my cock snot. Fuck that was hot. "All right," Brian said pulling Brandon over toward his hard cock. "Now do me. Suck my cock. After you eat my sperm, if you ask nice, I bet you can get your brother to fuck your ass." As Brian started fucking my kid brothers's mouth, he looked up at me, winked, and said,"We got us a fag, buddy. We got a fag."