Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2015 17:09:21 +0000 From: dan freeman Subject: making danny spunk PART 2 This site is an amazing resource but it doesn't operate by some mysterious power. It relies on your donations to keep these stories available. So, before you unzip and read on please make a donation to nifty.org. It is quick and easy and will help ensure the continued accessibility of this place to both readers and authors alike. Thanks. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the locations, events and characters are real, neither are they even based upon reality. If you are offended by the nature of the content, or you live in a place where such literature is not allowed or you are under 18 years of age do not read this story. The story will contain explicit t/b and b/b sexual content. I welcome comments and feedback about my writing and I am very grateful to those who have been in touch. You can contact me here: puermalo@gmail.com Making Danny Spunk PART TWO "We won't be late," said Mrs McKenzie to the two boys, "Make sure you finish your homework before you watch telly and see that you're in bed by nine, Stevie." "Yeah, whatever," muttered fifteen-year-old Danny, who was slouched on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table. "And get your feet off there, please," continued his mother. She went over to the younger boy, eleven-year-old Stevie, who was sitting at the dining table in his pyjamas and dressing gown struggling with the maths homework he'd been set last week and which was due in the following morning. Mrs McKenzie gave him a peck on the top of his head, "See you in the morning, dear," she said, "Maybe Danny will help you with that if you're stuck." Mr McKenzie came in, pulling on his jacket and picking up the car keys from the sideboard. "Right then, we'd better be off," he said, "Don't want to be late, do we?" They had been invited to Mr McKenzie's boss for Christmas drinks and nibbles. An annual event which they both found rather tedious but unavoidable. "No arguing, you two," Mr McKenzie said and moments later the front door clicked shut. "Thank fuck for that!" said Danny, stretching forward to pick up the TV remote. The screen came on and he sat there flicking through various channels until he found a music one. He slumped back onto the sofa and put his feet back up on the table. "Hadn't you better get your homework done?" said Stevie. "Fuck that!" Danny replied, "I can copy Jack's when I get to school in the morning, no probs!" Stevie didn't say anything. He knew well enough that an argument with his older brother was something he rarely won. He returned to his problem-solving. It was equations, a topic they'd only recently been introduced to at school, and he really didn't understand it. "Can you help me with this, Danny?" he said after a few more minutes had passed. "Do it yourself, loser!" was the predictable response. "Go on - - please - -!" implored the cute youngster. Danny ignored his little brother and flicked to another channel which was showing some trucks driving through Arctic conditions. "I'll tell mum you were smoking if you don't help me," Stevie said. "You wouldn't dare!" said Danny, eyes still fixed on the television. "Bloody would, too!" threatened Stevie. Danny knew better than to ignore the ultimatum. Stevie had long ago worked out that although he'd never win in a fight with his older brother he always had the leverage of telling tales – and his parents tended to side with the `baby' of the family rather than the sullen teenager. Reluctantly, he got up and went over to his brother at the table. "Okay, what are you stuck with?" Danny leaned over to look at the boy's worksheet. "Multiple choice, a piece of piss!" "Yeah, but what's the answer?" said Stevie. "S minus 43 equals 20, obviously!" Danny sneered, "Try the next one." Stevie looked at the next problem and began to mutter his thoughts on a solution, "If there are three teams of ten..." Danny stood back and it was at that point that he noticed the front of Stevie's pyjamas had fallen open slightly and he could see just a glimpse of the little boy's cock. "Is the answer six?" Stevie said, eventually. "Six inches!" thought Danny and he felt a few stirrings in his loins as he recalled the recent erotic events he'd had with Stevie and his best friend, Reuben. "Well, is it?" Stevie persisted. Danny returned from his erotic thoughts. "Yep, it's six," he said at last. He continued his glances down towards Stevie's groin as they moved on to the next question. Somehow, Danny just couldn't get the dirty thoughts out of his head; a bit of a one-track mind, like every other teenager! Finally he gave in to temptation. "Hey, tell you what," he suggested, "Let's have some fun and then I'll finish the whole worksheet later for you." "What sort of fun?" asked Stevie who was hoping for any excuse to get out of the homework. "You know," Danny grinned, "Some spunk fun, like last time." "Promise you'll do the maths, first," said Stevie. "Yeah, I promise," replied Danny, "C'mon, let's go up to my room." The two boys left the lounge and hurried upstairs to Danny's bedroom. "What d'you wanna do?" asked Stevie. "Let's strip off first and see what happens," suggested Danny who had already unfastened his jeans and was pulling them down. Stevie followed the lead and removed his dressing gown. He sat on the edge of Danny's bed undoing the buttons on his pyjama top. Meanwhile, Danny had slipped his t-shirt over his head and pulled his socks off, scattering them amongst the general debris that invariably littered the floor of his room. He sat next to Stevie in his boxers that were already tenting provocatively with his adolescent hardon. He looked at young Stevie, admiring the slenderness of the little boy and the smoothness of his creamy white skin. He lusted after his brother but couldn't understand why. He liked girls, after all, so this wasn't right somehow. Yet, ever since the other day when Stevie had held his cock and had wanked him he couldn't get it out of his head. Then there was the look on Stevie's face when he'd shot his hot spunk onto him - - - well, he'd wanked off several times since with that image in his thoughts. Danny turned to his brother and began to pull down the pyjama trousers. Stevie was excited and his little cock sprang to attention. Pyjamas removed, Danny took hold of the boy's penis. He loved the iron stiffness of it compared to the softness of the rest of the boy's flesh. It wasn't even three inches in length but that didn't matter. All that counted was that it was there, willing and ready to go. Danny held the little cock, a fingertip below the shaft and a thumb above, and began to gently manipulate it. The foreskin hung loosely over the head forming a wrinkled point and Danny eased the skin back until there was a flash of dark pinkness visible. Stevie sank backwards and put his hands behind his head. Relishing every moment of the sensations he closed his eyes. Danny continued to slowly masturbate his brother and now was using his other hand to feel the small, tight scrotum beneath. He played with the boy's genitals as if mesmerised. He couldn't explain why or where the thought suddenly came from but he just had to taste the boy and take that little cocklet between his lips. He bent forward, inches from Stevie's sweet hardness. He could smell the soap from the shower Stevie had taken earlier. He kissed the wrinkled cock tip and poked it with his tongue. Stevie went rigid, momentarily, but then sighed and relaxed when he realised something exciting was about to happen. Danny opened his lips and enveloped the little knob. It was easy to take the whole of it into his mouth and he gripped tightly with his lips and slowly moved up and down on its short length. "Ohhh, yeah," whispered young Stevie, "That's amazing!" Danny rested his head on the youngster's flat, warm belly. He paused from the up and down motions and just lay there with the boycock right inside his mouth. He worked it with his tongue and sucked it hard creating moments of vacuum that seemed to make it throb and swell. After another minute he sat up and looked at Stevie. "D'you wanna suck me now?" he mumbled. Stevie sat up. "Okay, if you like," he said, "But you gotta keep sucking me as well." Danny shucked off his boxers and bounced backwards fully onto the bed. He lay on his back with his five inches of tumescent teencock pointing to the ceiling. "Get on top of me," he instructed, "Then I can suck you again." Stevie knelt on the bed alongside Danny. "How?" he asked. "Climb over facing the other way," said Danny, assisting his younger brother to swing one leg across until he was sitting upright on Danny's bare chest. Stevie looked down at his brother's cock and then took it in one hand, feeling the hot adolescent member. "Go on, it won't bite!" said Danny, longing to feel the boy taking the cock into his mouth. Stevie crouched forward tentatively, sliding his bottom closer to Danny's face. Now it was his turn to admire another penis from up close. There was a slight bend in the teen's cock, something Stevie hadn't noticed before and, unlike his own, the foreskin was nearly all retracted exposing the dark mushroom knob. A glob of precum sat on the slit. "There's piss on it," Stevie whined, "I ain't sucking on piss!" "It's not piss," Danny explained, using a finger to gather the clear fluid, "it's called precum. You get it when you're boned up and horny. Look." Danny took the droplet and put it to his own mouth. He'd tasted it before so it was no big deal. "There! See?" he said, licking his finger clean. Stevie accepted his brother's assurance. After all, he'd hardly lick his own piss, would he? So he stooped further forward and touched Danny's knob-head with his pouting lips. "Suck it, Stevie - - - please!" begged Danny. Stevie shuffled his bum further back. Danny was now looking directly at the boy's pink rosebud. Another new feeling, another unexplained desire. Danny couldn't explain it but he wanted this little boyhole and he wanted it desperately. His thoughts were interrupted however as now he could feel the head of his cock sliding between his brother's lips. The wetness of it, the warmth of it! Stevie was holding his brother's cock between thumb and finger to direct it more fully into his mouth. He could taste the precum and it wasn't so bad. He managed three or four inches of Danny inside but gagged when he tried to take it deeper. He sucked it up and down the length. "Fuck, that's good!" moaned Danny, "Keep going." And Stevie did. He seemed a natural, thought Danny, as Stevie twisted his head and moved his young mouth screw-wise on the cock head. Then his thoughts returned to the eleven-year-old's sweet bumhole in front of his face. He craned forward with his tongue coming to a sharp point. His tongue flicked at the young anus and then slicked across the rim. "Whoa!" exclaimed Stevie, "What was that?!" "Did you like it?" "Yeah, do it again," said Stevie and he resumed sucking on his older brother avidly. "Move down a bit more, then," said Danny. Stevie shuffled his little rear closer so now it was directly above Danny's face. Danny could smell soap again but also a faint trace of sweat; not the same odour as some of his less hygienic classmates but a sweet muskiness. He put his mouth fully on Stevie's bumhole and gave it a long, slobbering lick. Stevie squirmed with delight but continued to fellate his brother. Danny used his tongue to explore the youngster, running it around the starfish-like orifice and probing at it gently. It was impossible to discern which boy was enjoying it most as the teenager's tongue dallied with the pubescent's delicate ring. Danny noticed that it wasn't entirely static. There were moments when it seemed tight and ungiving and other moments when it appeared to relax and allow his tongue deeper entry. It wasn't too long before Danny felt his orgasm approaching. The sensation of his own cock inside Stevie's young mouth and the novelty of the anal exploration were overwhelming. "I'm gonna cum in a bit," he muttered, "You'd better sit up or you'll get a mouthful!" Did Stevie hear the warning or was he choosing to ignore it? Whatever the case, he continued to suck on his brother's hard cock, working the full length of the shaft with increasing vigour. "Mmmm, fuck!" Danny groaned and then resumed licking and kissing Stevie's wet hole. He felt the surge of his orgasm welling up. Stevie sensed it too – Danny's cock thickened and throbbed in his mouth - and then he suddenly tasted the hot, saltiness of the teencum as Danny spasmed below him. At the same time, Danny's tongue seemed to probe further than ever into Stevie's sloppy hole, thrilling the younger boy and tipping him into his own dry orgasm. Danny was shaking as he pulsed the last drops of cum into Stevie's mouth but he still noticed Stevie's orgasm as the little hole tightened and slackened in rapid pulses. They were both motionless for a while, neither wanting to spoil the glory of the moment. Eventually, Stevie sat up and shuffled his young bum forward until he was once again sitting on Danny's ribcage. He hadn't even noticed that he had swallowed all of Danny's spunk. "Fucking awesome!" said Danny at last. "Yeah, you made loads of spunk," replied Stevie who was now swinging his legs back over his brother and turning to face him. "You swallowed it?" said Danny, "That's gross!" "Hang on! Who had their tongue up my arse?!" Stevie retorted. There was no answer to that and so Danny swung around and sat on the edge of the bed, retrieving his boxers and pulling them back on. Stevie was putting his pyjamas on once more. He turned to Danny. "I'm gonna watch TV now," he said, "And you've gotta finish my homework." "I'm gonna have a shower first," said Danny as he stood up and went out onto the landing. Stevie hurried downstairs and fell onto the sofa and Danny went into the bathroom. As he stood under the warm shower he re-lived the past half-hour. He was soon wanking again as he recalled the feelings of boy cock in boy mouth and, especially, how horny he'd felt licking his little brother's bumhole. "God! That sweet arse!" he thought as he shot more globs of teencum against the glass partition of the shower, "I've gotta fuck it till he begs me to stop!"