Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2008 20:19:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dominant 12-Year-Old Brother (ws)

My Dominant 12-Year-Old Brother
By Bill

I was so socially inept when I hit puberty that I learned
about sex from my younger brother!  Here's the story, best
as I remember. These things happened in 1965, just before
my 14th birthday.  My brother, Tommy, was 12 years old.

Growing up, Tommy and I were about as different as brothers
can be.  I was definitely a `good boy', always trying to
please adults, while he was a free-spirited little devil.
By the time of this story, I was introverted and dorky,
unattractive, and not very athletic.  I spent much more
time reading in my bedroom than playing outside.  Tommy, on
the other hand, was outgoing and self-confident, good
looking and a natural at sports.  While I was a loner, both
at school and in the neighborhood, he was popular and had a
wide circle of friends... even among boys who were my age
and older.

We never got along very well, and he had a talent for
teasing me and for getting his way when we had disputes.
One thing he could always hold over me was that I had been
a bed-wetter. It didn't end until I was 12, and by then it
had pretty much wrecked my self-esteem.  (I didn't dare
become close friends with another boy, because I might be
invited for a sleep-over and have to reveal my "terrible
secret".)

Even as puberty set in, I was pretty clueless about sex.
I had some wet dreams in the months before my story begins,
but they were just the strange `nocturnal emissions'
referred to in my school's health class back in 6th grade.
Boyhood sex-play bypassed me entirely, until one rainy
summer day when Tommy and a couple of his friends were in
his bedroom and Mom was out shopping.  I was in my room
reading... fantasizing about living in historical times and
being someone other than my nerdy self... when Tommy came
to my doorway.

"Hey Bill; wanna come to my room to hang out?  Jim and Lee
are here, and we're gonna do some fun stuff."

This took me by surprise, since I practically never hung
out with my brother or with the neighborhood guys.  I
decided to give it a try.  "OK," I said, and followed Tommy
down the hall to his room, where the two other boys were
sitting on the floor.  Tommy closed and locked the door
behind him.

"We're gonna play strip poker," said Jim, who was a little
older than me.  "You ever played?"

"Huh-uh," I said, truly clueless.

"Here's how you play," said Lee, a 12-year-old like Tommy.
He described the basic premise of playing 5-card draw and
the loser shedding an article of clothing.

"Is it over when you get down to just your underpants?" I
asked naively.

The laughter of the others made me cringe.

"Of course not!" said Jim.  "The first guy to get naked is
the loser, and the other guys feel up his dick and balls."

This sounded scandalous.  Yet I felt a sudden intense
curiosity to see another boy naked.

"OK," I replied tentatively, sitting down on the floor with
the others.

We began playing, and the game went quickly. Each of us
lost some hands, but Jim seemed to have the worst luck (or
maybe he was losing on purpose). He was down to just his
underpants -- we all wore white briefs back then -- while
some of us, myself included, still had three or four
articles of clothing on.  When he immediately lost the next
hand, the other guys were teasing him about showing his
dick.  I sat there, half-curious and half-embarrassed.

Jim stood up. The front of his snug underpants bulged, and
it was obvious that he had a boner.  My penis sometimes got
stiff, but I didn't really understand why.  I seemed to
know intuitively that displaying a stiff penis was taboo,
but now I was breathless with anticipation to see Jim's.

He acted out a brief strip-tease dance, moving his hips and
singing a wordless tune as he hooked his thumbs into the
elastic waistband.  Slowly, teasingly, he pulled down his
briefs, turning his back on us to show his butt first.
Turning back around, with a smile on his face, he finally
revealed a totally-erect penis standing up almost 6 inches.
His public bush was denser than my own scattering of dark
hairs, and his balls dangled down and swayed as he thrust
his hips forward to proudly show off his boner. I couldn't
help staring, in awe at the handsome masculine eroticism of
his adolescent cock and the brazenness with which he
displayed it.

"Now we get to feel you up!" said Tommy.  "Lie down on my
bed like before."

Jim lay down with his legs dangling over the twin-size bed,
as Lee and Tommy got on either side of him to fondle the
older boy's balls and toy with his rigid erection.  I hung
back, too timid to join, but still intensely voyeuristic.

"Now stroke it off!" said Lee.  "Make your sperm shoot.
It's so cool when you do that!"

Jim said "How about you guys get naked too and we'll all
jack our boners at the same time."

"OK!" came the younger boys' reply in near-unison.  They
peeled off their remaining clothes in a flash.  Both of
them were already sporting stiff erections, rather similar
to each other in appearance.  My heart thumped as my eyes
took in the sight of the two boy-boners, at that wonderful
half-way point between childhood and puberty. Both were
about 4 inches and the thickness of my thumb, and their
loose scrotums were a bit farther along in sexual
development than their penises. (We were all circumcised.)
As I stood there and watched, all three boys began stroking
their cocks up-and-down in a rhythmic way that I had never
done to myself.

"Come on Bill; join us!" said Jim.

I wavered momentarily, almost pulling down my khakis and
underpants.  But my own penis had become stiff too, and my
inner voice was telling me that it was just plain wrong to
display it like that.

Then Jim asked me "Can you shoot sperm yet?"

That clinched it!  Sperm was the embarrassing messy stuff
from nocturnal emissions.  For some reason, it seemed like
it would be totally shameful if that happened in front of
someone else. So even though there were three totally naked
boys masturbating away, right in front of me, my modesty
wouldn't allow me to even show my own penis.

"I gotta go!" I blurted, grabbing my clothes and escaping
to my own room.

As I left, my ears burned with the calls of derision.
"God! He's such a wimp!"  "What an asshole!" "It was stupid
to even invite him."

Almost immediately, I regretted my choice.  The sexually
curious part of my brain now gained the upper hand,
overwhelming the puritanical part that had controlled me
back in Tommy's room.  I almost went back there to join in
their debauchery but I didn't, choosing instead to explore
by myself.  But the experience had instantly filled my
imagination with images of naked boys and their boners,
leaving me intensely interested in unlocking my own body's
erotic secrets.

Only a few minutes after I had fled from my brother's room,
I was doing a strip-tease in front of the long mirror on
the back of my bedroom door.  As sexual fantasies ran
through my brain, I stripped down to my briefs, watching my
penis stiffen inside them as I ran my fingers over the soft
cotton, producing strange, wonderful sensations.  Then I
slowly pulled the underwear down, as I'd watched Jim do,
imagining the three boys looking at me.  I toyed with my
stiff cock... bending it down and letting it slap back
up... looking at its reflection from different angles in
the mirror... and then I stroked it like I had seen the
other guys doing.  It felt incredible, unlike anything I
had ever experienced.  But the longer I did it the more I
felt a strange pressure building inside me.  It seemed
almost painful, so I stopped... my `good boy' caution
taking control again.  But later that night, before I went
to bed, I stood naked before the mirror again.  This time
I kept stroking, feeling the pressure build until strings
of pent-up cum suddenly exploded from my penis and
splattered onto the mirror -- my first waking orgasm.

In the days that followed, this would become a ritual that
I repeated again and again.  Each time, the emotional storm
in my brain following an orgasm was intense.  Memories of
the ecstatic climax and the lingering glow of pleasure did
battle with guilt about doing something `wrong'.  My
determination not to do it again would prevail right up
until moment when the urge to stroke my cock overwhelmed
me, and powerful erotic fantasies filled my brain once
more.  And then, after the glorious spasms of spurting cum,
I'd feel shameful all over again.

Although Tommy and I went back to ignoring each other, I
would sometimes walk slowly and quietly past Tommy's closed
door when he had friends in there with him, trying to
listen to the talking inside to see if they were doing
those thrillingly taboo things again.  Usually they
weren't.  They'd be playing board games like Risk or
Monopoly and enjoying boisterous and rude boy-talk.  But
other times they'd be talking in murmurs and giggles, and
even what sounded like barely-suppressed moans of pleasure.
I'd stop in front of the door, straining to hear the
exciting sounds of sex-play, and wishing that I had
Superman's x-ray vision.

On a few occasions, my snooping was rewarded with an erotic
jackpot, as the boys inside Tommy's room became careless
and the whispers were loud enough for me to hear.  One
time, a week or so after the disastrous strip-poker game, I
saw Tommy and his older friend Jim going into his room and
heard the door lock behind them.  Creeping out of my room,
trying to avoid squeaking the floorboards, I stood in the
hallway with my ear right up against the door.

The first voice was Jim's: "OK; let's get naked and do it.
How about I suck your cock first, and then you suck mine?"

Then Tommy's voice: "Sure!  Will you make my dick get the
good feeling twice in a row, like yesterday at your house?"

"OK; but you gotta promise to swallow my sperm this time."

"Yeah; I promise," said Tommy.  "This is so cool!  Look how
hard my boner is!  Get down on you knees and suck it good!"

There was no more talking, but I listened for a few minutes
more, my ear still pressed against the door, picking up the
high-pitched sighs and moans of boy-pleasure, and sounds
that I guessed were the slurping of mouth-on-cock.  All of
this was instantly seared into my brain, and I retreated to
my bedroom to masturbate.  As I urgently stroked my cock, I
brought my left index finger to my lips, sucked and tongued
it, and let my imagination conjure visions of myself on my
knees sucking a stiff penis... morphing into fantasies of
having my own penis sucked, and then a room full of nude
boys doing it to each other.  My resulting orgasm was
incredible!  These visions became part of my growing
repertoire of masturbation fantasies, encompassing all the
things I could imagine two or three or more horny naked
boys doing behind a closed door.

The snooping and compulsive masturbation went on like that
for several weeks, until I had to leave the refuge of my
bedroom for my family's annual summer road trip to visit my
grandparents, who lived more than 1,000 miles away.  During
the first day's long drive, Tommy and I hardly spoke to
each other, except for my whining complaints about his
encroachment on my half of the car's back seat.  We pulled
into a motel around 10:00 at night.  Tommy and I would be
sharing a room that had only one double bed, so we'd be
sleeping together.  After clicking through the available
three channels on the TV (this was WAY before cable), Tommy
said "There's nothin' on. I'm gonna take a shower."

Very deliberately, he started stripping off his clothes,
right beside the bed and facing me.  Although I pretended
to still watch the tv, I couldn't help but look, glancing
furtively to the side.  He pretended not to notice my
leering, even as he peeled down his underpants and kicked
them aside.  Standing there naked, his soft penis and loose
scrotum should have looked boyish and innocent to me, but
instead the sight filled my mind with lust.  I yearned to
see his penis standing up in erection again.

He brought his hands up beside his head and stretched his
elbows back, yawning theatrically and flexing his athletic
body.  He had to have known I was looking at him out of the
corner of my eye.  Then he dug into his suitcase, took out
some clean underwear, and casually walked naked past the TV
and into the bathroom.  The sight of his slender rounded
ass cheeks made me realize for the first time how sexy and
beautiful a 12-year-old boy's naked butt could be.

As soon as I heard the shower running, my hand dove into my
pants, desperate to massage my stiffening penis.  One part
of my mind told me not to masturbate, knowing that Tommy
always took quick showers and would soon be out of the
bathroom.  But the more insistent part of my brain couldn't
resist unzipping my trousers, pulling down the front of my
underpants, and stroking my hard cock.  Fantasies of naked
boys filled my brain... a parade of boy-boners and an orgy
of stroking and sucking.

When the shower turned off, a few short minutes later, I
was so wrapped up in self-pleasuring that I didn't even
notice.  So I was shocked out of my reverie when the
bathroom door opened, and I clumsily pulled my hand out of
my pants and tried to hide my boner by pulling a pillow
over my lap.

Tommy was grinning knowingly as he walked over to stand
right beside the bed.  He was wearing clean, snug briefs
and was drying his hair with the towel. His body was the
image of boyhood perfection: slender waist and hips, broad
shoulders, wiry muscles.  My cock was throbbing, and I
could feel my face blushing.  And then he spoke... words
that still excite me whenever I remember them.

"You want to fool around with me."  It was a statement
rather than a question.  "You want to feel my boner and
have me feel yours."  As he spoke, he tossed aside the
towel and slowing ran his hand across his crotch.

I tried to answer, but the words stuck in my throat.  It's
just as well, because my first instinct was to lie, denying
his obscene assertion.  I looked into his eyes, and the
dominance of his personality was overwhelming.  Before I
could make words come out of my mouth, he spoke again.

"I gave you a chance to join me and the guys when we were
doing sex stuff last month, but you wimped out.  I know you
want it, though, so now I'm giving you another chance. If
you're interested, and you agree to do what I tell you, we
can have some awesome sex-fun tonight."

My eyes moved down Tommy's sexy body and then back up to
lock on his piercing gaze again.  "OK," I said meekly.

"Stand up!" he said firmly, like a strict school teacher.
I rushed to comply.  My boner pushed out my khaki pants,
and I tried to hide it with my hands.

"Take your hands away!" he ordered, and I obeyed.

He stood close to me and reached out, rubbing my stiff
penis through my trousers and feeling its shape.  I moaned
involuntarily.  It was the first time anyone but myself had
ever touched my erection.

"Seems like you've got a nice one," he commented, his tone
mellowing.  His hand started moving up and down on my
covered boner. "Bet you'd like it if I jack it off for you,
nice and slow, and give you a really good cum.  But you
gotta let me call the shots, and you gotta do what I say."
His hand grasped my erection firmly, as his intense eyes
hypnotized me.

I nodded, helplessly under his control.

"Good," he said, his smile revealing a hint of malevolence.
Then came the next order: "Get naked."

I knew this was my last chance to back out, but my desire
for sexual stimulation was too great.  I pulled off my
shirt and pants and paused before taking off my underpants.
I looked down, seeing how my erection pushed out against my
snug briefs.  This was the way I loved to see myself in the
mirror, while fantasizing a scenario that was exactly like
what was happening now.   The last bit of my inhibition
melted away. I was suddenly eager to show off for Tommy,
for him to see my boner, to admire its 5.5 inches of
teenage masculinity and the public hairs that had first
appeared a few months before.

"Take down your underpants, Billy," he said sternly, using
the diminutive nickname that I hadn't been called since I
was 8 or 9 years old.  Tommy had me under his control.
It felt like I was a submissive little boy, and he was the
domineering older brother.

I obediently pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them,
showing myself naked and erect to another person for the
first time in my life.  He reached out to feel up my cock.
His initial touch was ticklish, and I instinctively brought
my hands forward to cover my boner.

"Take your hands away!" he barked.  I did.  "Put them
behind your back!"  Again I complied, feeling the heady
erotic effect of sexual submission as he began stroking my
straining penis, while fondling my balls in his other hand.

"Are you gonna do everything I tell you?" he asked, as his
handsome blue eyes bored into my brain and drained away
whatever was left of my free will.

"Yes," I said contritely, not wanting him to stop his
delicious stroking.

"I'm the master and you're the slave.  Got it?"

"Yes... Master," I replied, feeling the power of the word.
My mind immediately recalled the books I had read about
slave-boys in ancient Greece and Rome, and of European boys
captured and enslaved by the Barbary pirates of North
Africa, and how I had imagined being in their place.  My
face blushed hot as I felt an intoxicating merger of my
fantasies with the most intense lust I'd ever experienced.

"Good.  Now get on you knees, slave."

I dropped down, keeping my hands behind my back, kneeling
at Tommy's feet.  He pushed his cloth-covered crotch
against my face, as his hand went behind my head and pulled
it closer.

As he rubbed his crotch into my face, my lips sought out
his stiffening penis, and I licked and sucked at it through
the clean white cotton.  I knew exactly why I was on my
knees and what he would order me to do, and I was churning
with anticipation to actually live out the fantasy.

"This is gonna be good," Tommy murmured to himself.  The
hand behind my head grabbed some hair and pulled my head
back, removing my mouth from his crotch.  Then his thumbs
slid into the waistband of his underpants and pulled them
down quickly, exposing his penis just as it was completing
its arc to full erection.  I had seen it only once
previously, in his room a month before.  Now it was inches
from my face, pointing up toward the ceiling -- a smaller,
hairless, 4-inch version of my own, exquisite in its
developing boyhood beauty.

"Blow me Billy.  Suck my cock."  His hands went behind my
head and drew it closer.

Yes!  The desire was overwhelming as my heart pounded with
excitement, and my mouth watered like a hungry man looking
at food. Parting my lips, I captured his beautifully-shaped
cock-head and ran my tongue around it, then slid my lips
down the thumb-width shaft.  With Tommy's insistent hands
guiding me, my mouth easily took his boner all the way to
its hairless base.  The feeling of his stiff little
erection in my mouth... the shape, the taste, the smooth
firmness, the radiating heat... was like a circuit in the
lust-centers of my brain connecting for the first time.
All my senses lit up with the erotic thrill.  As exciting
as my fantasies of cock-sucking had been, the sensation of
having an actual boy-cock in my mouth surpassed anything I
could imagine.

My hands came out from behind my back, and caressed Tommy's
strong, slender thighs... then moved up to feel his smooth,
firm butt.  With the prompting of Tommy hands on my head,
and the gentle thrusts of his hips, I quickly established a
rhythm of cock-sucking.  As I slid my lips and tongue up
and down his stiff penis, time after time, I was consumed
with lust.  My mouth and tongue had become ultra-sensitive
sexual organs whose stimulation was pushing me to new
heights of erotic pleasure.

Tommy's sighs and moans of satisfaction told me how well he
was enjoying my efforts, and this knowledge made me work
even harder, picking up more stamina and desire as I went.
It seemed I was a natural cock-sucker. I knew instinctively
how to give pleasure with my mouth.  I would gladly have
kept sucking Tommy's 12-year-old boner forever, but he
suddenly pulled it out of my mouth.

"Let's do it on the bed," he said, moving to lay on his
back, with his shoulders and head propped up on pillows and
his legs spread.  He patted the bed between his legs to
indicate where I should get.  "Come on!" he urged.  "Get
back to suckin' me!"

I scarcely needed prompting, kneeling between his legs and
dipping my head down to his hard, slender dick, which
glistened with my saliva.  My mouth resumed its vigorous
sucking, racing up and down Tommy's youthful erection, and
his grunts of pleasure started up anew.

My hands were free to roam over much of his body, reaching
up to feel his smooth chest and tiny nipples, stroking his
flat belly and feeling its tense muscles, caressing the
baby-soft skin of his inner thighs, and cupping the cheeks
of his perfect butt.

The longer I went, the more I could feel tremors building
inside him, as his pre-pubescent body ascended the peak of
sexual arousal.  Tommy's hips were humping up so forcefully
that I no longer needed to move my head.  He was thrusting
his stiff rod into my mouth in piston-strokes.

And then his back arched up and his muscles froze in
trembling tension.

"Oh!  Oh!!  OH!!! OHHHHHH!!!"  His high-pitched voice
announced his orgasm, while his boyish penis – not much
longer than my finger - spasmed in dry orgasm as I kept
sucking it.

"Stop!  It's too intense!" he said suddenly, pushing my
head away to free his twitching boner.  "Jesus, Bill!  You
did it even better than Jim does!"  His body relaxed, but
his penis remained totally rigid.  "I gotta wait a minute
before I can start again.  You've done a good job so far,
but you gotta keep doing what I tell you.  Then you'll get
your reward."

"OK, Tommy," I said.  The experience had been awesome so
far, so I had no hesitation about continuing.

"How `bout you lick my balls," he instructed, as he bent
his legs and tilted up his crotch.

My mouth came down again, and my tongue explored the soft
hairless skin of his scrotum, feeling the two balls roll
around within.

"Now suck them," he said.

My lips captured both of the boyish testicles.  They were
smaller than mine, the size of small bird's eggs, and I
tongued and sucked them in a way clearly pleased my
brother.  So concentrated was I on this task that Tommy's
next order didn't immediately sink in to my consciousness.

"Now lick my asshole."  He pulled back his legs, as his
crotch tilted back even more.

"Did you say you want me to...."  I couldn't even repeat
the words.

"Your heard me, Billy.  Do it.  I just took a shower, so
it's all clean.  And I've done it with the some of the
guys, so don't be a wimp."  He held his legs back with his
hands, and his pink anus was pointing right at my face.
"If you want me to jack your cock and give you a super-good
cum, you gotta do it."

I'd gone this far, and I had enjoyed the fantasy and
reality of being Tommy's slave.  Why not go all the way?
Hesitantly, I stuck my tongue out and slowly brought my
face down.  My tongue-tip touched lightly.

"Yeah; that's it!" Tommy said.

My tongue swiped upward, like I was licking a popsicle.

"Oh, yeah!  Keep going, slave!"

I moved my tongue around some more, exploring the clean
anal flesh.  Tommy groaned his pleasure.  It wasn't
repulsive at all, as I had feared.  In fact, I almost
instantly enjoyed it! Less than 30 seconds after the first
cautious contact, I was rimming my younger brother's
asshole with the same eagerness with which I'd sucked his
cock.  And when Tommy flexed open the circle of muscle, I
found myself drilling my tongue into it with lust-driven
abandon.

I kept going like that for several minutes, until finally
my tongue was aching from the exertion.  When I brought my
head up to give it a rest, Tommy issued the next surprising
order.

"You're doing real good, Billy-boy.  Now we'll see how you
like getting fucked in the ass."

I was pretty naïve, but I wasn't an idiot.  I knew a little
about heterosexual fucking.  But I had never heard of this.

"You mean you're going to put your penis in my....  Gosh; I
don't know, Tommy."

"Just shut up, slave, and do what I tell you."

"OK," I said meekly.

Tommy got up off the bed and walked quickly to the
bathroom.  He came back with a small plastic bottle of hand
lotion... the kind that motels provide free with shampoo.

"Lie on you back with your legs pulled back, like I was
doin' when you licked out my ass."

I did as Tommy instructed, feeling humiliated as I exposed
my asshole to him, but totally captured by the erotic
thrill of submissive sex.

Tommy slathered the lotion on his boner, which was still as
stiff as it had been when I was sucking him.  He wiped his
hand on the bed, and then got into position, kneeling close
to my up-raised ass.  Using his fingers to point his
erection forward, Tommy directed his slender glans to the
entrance of my hole.  He rubbed it around, awakening the
nerve endings in the sensitive anal flesh... and then
pushed his hips forward, mounting me.  The boyish 4-inch
boner met with only slight resistance as it slid in, as
easily as if it had been his index finger.

It felt strange at first, but not at all painful.  (If his
boner had been the size of mine, it would surely have been
otherwise.)  As he began to move his hips, sliding his cock
back and forth in my asshole, we both groaned with lust at
the same time.  A minute before, it would have been
inconceivable that I would have derived such pleasure from
an erect penis working in and out of my anus; but now I
felt addicted the wonderful feelings.  As he continued to
fuck me, my hands reached for his butt cheeks, and I pulled
him into me with each thrust.  My penis was so stiff that I
thought I might cum without even touching it.

Tommy was loving it too, humping me hard and fast, pounding
into my tight virgin ass with a rutting fervor.

"Oh, shit!  Yeah!  You love taking my boner in your ass!
You love being fucked by your little brother, don't you?"

"Yes!" I gasped, knowing that he had read me perfectly.

"Tell me what you want!" he demanded.  "Beg me to fuck you
some more!"

"Please, Tommy!" I moaned.  "Fuck my ass! Give it to me
harder!  It's so good! Please keep fucking me!"

"Yeah, that's it!" he said. "You're a faggot slut, and you
love being fucked in the ass."  Both of us were getting off
on the dirty-talk... something that was no surprise coming
from him, but totally out-of-character from me.

He kept fucking me at full-throttle, his face scrunched up
in straining lust.  "Oh, God!" he moaned at last.  "I'm
almost there!"  Tommy's head arched back, his mouth open in
a silent gasp, and his whole body shook with the rush of
orgasm.  Then his body sagged and he pulled his cock out of
my ass.

"Christ!  That was awesome!" he said, as he raised his
torso up, still kneeling between my legs.  "Now it's time
for your reward, slave-boy."

He reached for the little plastic bottle of lotion and
emptied the rest of it onto the palm of his right hand.

"To do this right, you need to pretend your hands are tied
to the bed... yeah, like that.  If we were at home, I could
do it for real with clothes line."

I had understood immediately and had grabbed onto vertical
spindles on the headboard of the bed and imagined myself
tied to them.  The feeling of helpless bondage, under
Tommy's total control, was enormously arousing.

Then he reached for my boner.

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned with total pleasure.  His hand quickly
slathered lotion all over the head and shaft of my rigid
cock, and he began to masturbate me with a skill that far
surpassed my own.  When I masturbated, alone in my bedroom,
my only goal was to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible.
But now, practically everything Tommy did was a new
revelation to me: varying the speed and pressure of his
strokes... using one hand, then both... squeezing my balls,
gently at first, them more firmly, as he stroked... working
on just the glans, then just the shaft, then back again to
the glans... rotating his slippery hand around my cock-head
as if he was polishing a brass fixture... making a `endless
tunnel' with one hand moving downward along my cock while
the other came up to the top to take its place moving down,
over and over.

I had never felt anything like this in my life.  The
intensity of sexual stimulation overwhelmed me completely,
and I grabbed even tighter to the bed.  And just when I
felt my lust building to a crescendo, and I was moaning
with anticipation of the impending glorious orgasm....

He stopped!  Tommy stopped his masturbation strokes
entirely, squeezing my throbbing cock just below the head
with his thumb and forefinger in a tight ring.

I panted, out of breath, as my intense need to climax
slowly subsided.  Tommy did nothing for almost a minute.
Then his hand began to slowly stroke again, and the erotic
momentum began to build anew.  I had never paused like this
in the middle of masturbating myself, and it was an
incredible sensation.  The urge to orgasm and the pressure
in my groin built up quicker this time, and I craved sexual
release.  But then it happened again -- Tommy stopping
suddenly, just before I reached my `point of no return'.  I
almost reached down to finish myself off, but I felt
compelled to submit totally to my little brother.

When he started masturbating me once again, there was
something new... something incredible... that he added to
his repertoire.  Tommy's finger slithered between my ass
cheeks and sought out my anus.  He was tickling my asshole,
still slippery with lube, and slowly probing inside.

Oh my God!  As his right hand churned on my cock, his left
index finger fucked and twisted inside my rectum.  The
double-dose of stimulation was incredible!  I pulled back
my legs to give him easier access to my asshole as he
drilled into it.  It was different from when his cock
fucked me, but just as pleasurable.    But once again, just
as I was feeling the approach of sexual climax rising up,
he stopped again, leaving me desperate for sexual relief.

"Please, Tommy! Finish me off!" I begged. "Please, Master!"
My extreme sexual arousal was exquisite agony... utterly
maddening, yet intensely pleasurable.

"That's it, Billy-boy," he said haughtily.  "I'm your
master, and you're my slave.  You're gonna be my sex-slave
whenever I want it, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master!" I moaned, as his fingertips slid lightly
along the shaft of my straining erection.

"And you're gonna be a sex-slut for the guys in the
neighborhood too... and suck their cocks and let them fuck
you."  His fingertip circled slowly around the ridge of my
cock-head.

"Yes!"  In my hyper-aroused condition, I couldn't imagine
anything I wanted more than being a submissive slut in a
neighborhood boy-orgy.

"Alright then.  Here goes."

As he began the final round of masturbation, two of his
fingers slid into my ass.  His stroking was less of a
variety this time... firm full-handed along the head and
shaft of my erection.  He was going just slow enough to
keep me from cumming immediately.  Instead the tension in
my body just continued to grow.

And then the fingers in my ass started rubbing a spot
inside my rectum that was like an electric switch.  I
practically shouted from the overload of sexual input.
And as he massaged my prostate, his masturbating hand
finally went into to high-gear, jacking as fast as he
could.

I was out of my mind with lust as the first rope of sperm
flew at high velocity from my cock, some going as far as
the bed's headboard, while most landed on my face and in my
hair.  Another pulse emerged, then another, and another.
Spurts of semen were pumping from my cock in volumes that
defied belief... easily three times as much as I had ever
experienced before.  And it kept coming, urged out by
Tommy's stroking hand and his fingers on my prostate.

Tommy expertly slowed the tempo as the intensity of my
climax diminished.  But even then, aftershocks of orgasm
wracked my body, centered in my penis and also in my anus,
which clenched around his fingers.  With each spasm, a
little more cum oozed from my cock.

And then, after what seemed an eternity, I was totally
spent.  I looked down at my torso, puddled with cum.  Tommy
ran his hand over my chest and belly, collecting some of
the semen, and brought his fingers to my mouth.

"Eat your sperm, slave," Tommy demanded.

There wasn't even a thought of refusing.  I lapped at the
semen hungrily, then sucked his fingers as Tommy pushed
them one-by-one between my lips.

"Time for you to take a shower," he said at last.

I agreed, and slowly got up off the bed.

"And we'll start out with a special shower," he said,
cryptically.  I wasn't sure what he meant, but the tone of
his voice suggested yet another taboo revelation.  "Lie
down in the bathtub, slave, and I'll rinse the cum off you
with my pee."

"You're going to piss on me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Shut up, slave.  Just do it."

Suddenly, I understood that this was exactly what I wanted.
I wanted my little brother standing above me, showering my
body with his hot boy-pee.  "Yes, Master," I said humbly;
"please shower your piss all over me."

The End

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