Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2021 22:41:45 +0000
From: Carnallusts <Carnallusts@protonmail.com>
Subject: Carnal Reflections Chapter 3

Carnal Reflections - Chapter 3
(Mb, mb, inc, cons, oral, rim)


Summary: Saturday morning cartoons with dad and Rick's older brother
returns from his sleepover.


This is the third chapter of a series in which a man reflects upon his
sexual experiences with his family as he grew up.  This story takes
inspiration from many areas of life.  I leave it to the reader to
appropriately differentiate between real and the imagination.


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I woke up early the next morning.  I always woke up early as a kid and
still do.  As my eyes adjusted to light slowly filling my room, I felt a
tightness around my groin.  Bringing myself up on my elbows, I looked down
at my tiny cock that was sticking straight up.  This was the first time I
remember waking up with a hardon.


Thoughts of dad's huge cock between my small hands last night brought a
smile to my face.  A warmth radiated through me.  I felt like I was able to
make my dad happy last night.  I thought I did a good job of bringing him
the same feeling that he made me feel inside.  I brought one of my hands
around and grasped myself.  I slowly fisted my tiny cock remembering dad's
tongue teasing the tiny head on my cock and then taking me easily into his
mouth.  I laid my head back on my pillow as pleasure slowly built up
inside.


But something was different.  I felt...I felt like I had to pee.  I quickly
scooted my naked ass off the bed and ran to the bathroom.  I quickly
2learned that trying to pee with a hardon can be very challenging.


After relieving myself, and using lots of toilet paper to clean up where I
missed the bowl, my child-like instincts took over - it was Saturday
morning cartoons!  I ran back to my room, grabbed an armful of my He-Man
action figures and ran out of my room and to the family room where I threw
my toys on the floor and turned the TV on.  I quickly turned the knob to
one of the few channels with cartoons.


My dad would normally work on Saturdays.  And today was no different.  He
walked from his bedroom into the family room.  I was sitting on my heels,
my legs bent beneath me watching He-Man and Skelatore go at it, the action
figures in each of my hands.


"Morning big guy!  Watch you watching," he asked as his hand ruffled my
already messy hair.


"Morning, dad.  It's He-Man."


"Oh, that's right.  He-Man and Skeleton King," me said in a deep voice.


"Not Skeleton King - the bad guy is Skeletor," I corrected him and turned
my head up to look at him.  His large cock and balls hung just above me.


He scratched himself under his balls and along the base of his thick but
flaccid cock that bobbed and swayed as he worked his fingers.  Not sure if
he did that on purpose, to tease me - the worm dangled before the fish - or
if he really had an itch.  Regardless, he didn't stay long to see if I'd
bite.  He yawned and turned to walk to the kitchen.


My dad wasn't quite as muscled as He-Man, but my eyes did admire his broad
shoulders that tapered just slightly to a tight ass and thick thighs.  As
he started to make his coffee, I turned back to finish watching my
cartoons.


Sitting back on my heels, I intently watched the action as He-Man kicked
ass.  During the commercials I would then recreate those scenes and some of
my own with the action figures scattered on the floor before me.  With my
legs still folded beneath me, I would lean forward, my ass jutting up, and
rest my elbows on the floor so I could move the figures around like they
were walking and fighting on the carpet.  This wasn't intentional, but I'm
sure my taught six year old ass with cheeks spread and a tiny, pink,
puckered asshole provided a better show for my dad than cartoons.


He brought his cup of coffee to the small kitchen table, pulled out a
chair, and sat facing me.  One arm resting on the table, his hand holding
the steaming cup.  His other hand rested on his thigh.  He would not
interrupt while the cartoon was on and never distracted me while I played
on the ground.  He enjoyed watching me.  And not just when I was naked.  He
would always be there for soccer games and swim meets (more on those in
future parts of this story).  But his favorite thing was watching me play,
as he would tell me much later in life.


Occasionally, I would hear him grunt and hum to himself, "Mmmmm...mmmmm."
At that time I was too naive and distracted with kid stuff that I never
thought my playing - teasing - was what he was reacting to.  I thought it
was his coffee he was enjoying.


As the He-Man episode finished, I jumped up on my feet, holding up my
He-Man action figure in one hand, and shouted, "By the power of
Greyskull..." I turned to show dad my He-Man pose.


Dad was sitting slouched in the chair, his ass halfway off the seat as he
stroked his lengthy cock in an overhand grip.  Long, slow strokes that
caused the flared head to turn deep purple as it became more engorged.


"I wanted to thank you for last night, son.  I really enjoyed it and you
made me feel very good."


I stood with my arm still raised.  My eyes were focused on his slowly
thickening cock.  My free hand, instinctively, found my little cock which
quickly stiffened in my fist.  I pulled and teased it from my groin.


"Come here, son." He smiled, still stroking himself.  He patted the inside
of his thigh with the hand that was holding the coffee.


I snapped out of my daze and my eyes met his.  I lowered my arm still
holding the action figure and started to walk toward him.  I was again
starting to feel the tide of warmth, of pleasure rise within.  That same
feeling we shared last night.


"Thanks," is all I said as I walked up to him still working my fist along
my short cock.  My eyes moved down his barrel chest and again locked onto
his now rigid cock. I stood between his splayed knees as he stroked
himself.


With one hand he gently took my hand that was working my tiny cock.  With
his other hand he stopped stroking himself and took the figure I was
holding and placed it on the table.


"I have a little time before I need to leave for work.  Want to help me
feel that good again? Want to help me cum?"


I looked up at him and nodded as bit my lower lip.  I could feel my chest
getting tighter in the anticipation.


"Good, cause I want to help you feel that good too."


"To make me cum?"


"Of course."


"But I didn't cum like you last night.  Your cock shot lots of stuff out.
And I think mom cleaned it off me." I could vaguely remember mom licking
me, which seemed like all over, and laying little kisses here and there
before I fell asleep.


"No.  Not yet.  You are still a little too young.  But you still experience
the pleasure of cumming even if you don't shoot cum."


He spit into one of his hands and ran it along the base of his cock.  He
then reached forward and massaged his spit over my balls and stiff little
cock.  I shut my eyes and breathed heavily as he worked his spit with his
large hand around.


"Now, I want you to try and make me cum without using your hands."


I was a little confused and didn't know what he wanted me to do.  He must
have read the confused look on my face.


"I want you to use your cock only.  Run your cock up and down the length of
my cock pushing slightly forward with your hips, but gently."


My eyes widened as I understood what he meant.  I placed my hands on top of
his thighs and took a couple small steps forward.  My little spear of a
cock was pointing just above the base of his fully erect cock whose head
was pointing up towards his face.  I nudged forward slightly and felt the
heat of his cock against mine.  The intense heat built quickly radiated
through me, like holding your hand above a candle, but it didn't hurt and I
wanted more.


My eyes looked down to where our cocks met.  His cock looked enormous
compared to mine.


I bent my knees and let my small cock slide down to the root of his.  The
top of my tight balls pushed into his soft skin holding his large, egg
shaped balls.  They felt firm and warm against the tender part of my upper
thighs as they hung just off the chair.  I gently flexed my knees and let
my cock run up the length of his.  I could feel the thick vienes of his
cock give slightly as my cock pushed against his.


The heat I felt radiating from his body, from between his thighs, and
shooting through his cock enveloped me.  I closed my eyes and leaned
slightly forward to add a pleasing pressure against our cocks.  I pushed
myself up on my toes and used my hands to help lift me but I could only get
my cock about halfway up his length.


"Fuck, son!  That feels so good."


I opened my eyes to see his face, eyes closed, with a large smile.  Seeing
him smile made me even more excited.


I lowered myself back down slowly.  The spit letting our cocks slide easily
between each other.  And repeated my upward motion again.


"Use your hips a little more, big guy.  Flex them forward and backward
slightly as you move up and down...Oh, yes...just like that!"  Leaning back
against the chair, his hands rested firmly on my shoulders and helped guide
my efforts.


My cock felt wonderful sliding back and forth, along one side of his cock
and down the other.  I instinctively increased the pace.  My breathing
quicker as the pressure built within.


Dad's breathing also quickened.  His hands moved around my head.  His
fingers digging into my hair.


With each thrust up, I found myself pushing slightly more, adding more
pressure.  My legs and arms felt tired but I didn't want to stop.


"You're gonna make me cum, son!  Keep...going..."


I felt my climax hit after two more thrusts upward.  I shut my eyes
tightly.  My legs and arms began to shake.  I threw my head back, mouth
opened in a breathless scream of pleasure.


Dad quickly placed both his strong hands just under my armpits and held me
up.  He covered my mouth with his in a deep kiss. Our tongues flailing, as
his cock erupted between us shooting searing ropes of hot cum.


After a minute of kissing, he placed me back on my weak legs and leaned
back against the chair.  I opened my eyes and noticed ropes of cum leading
from his stomach to his chest.  Some was smeared on me as well.


I ran one of my small fingers along my chest to collect some of his still
warm cum and placed a good amount on my tongue.  It was good.  I sucked my
finger clean.


"That was beautiful, big guy.  Thank you," he said breathless.  "You want
to help me clean up."


I nodded. And quickly started working my small, pink tongue along his
stomach.  I tried to reach up to his chest but I was too short.  He used
his finger to collect what cum there was and fed it to me.  I opened my
mouth and eagerly sucked his finger clean.


"I guess I better get going.  I do have work today unfortunately," dad
sighed as he stood.  He rubbed the top of my head as he walked back to his
bedroom.


Dad left for work and the remainder of the morning was rather uneventful.
Mom got up shortly after and made breakfast for us and then started
cleaning around the house.  It wasn't until early in the afternoon that my
older brother, Kevin, came back home from his sleepover at his friend Sam's
house.  Sam had a younger brother too.  His name was Jeff.  Jeff was about
a year younger than me and we didn't start playing together until a year or
so later.  More stories about that later.


Mom and I had begrudgingly put some clothes on and were outside in the
front yard working.  She was tending her garden and I was running around
with G.I. Joe action figures when Kevin was dropped off.  Kevin walked up
to us with his backpack slung over his shoulder, "Need any help, mom?"


"No, honey.  It's a little hot out here.  Why don't you and Rick go play
inside where it is cooler."


"Ok.  Com'on, Rick.  I'll show you the new Nintendo game Sam let me
borrow."


The Nintendo was fairly new still, I think about a year or two since it
first came out.  I was never a big video game person but liked to be around
my brother.  I always looked up to him and wanted to be like him.


We ran inside and threw ourselves in front of the TV.  Kevin rummaged in
his backpack and pulled out the game.  He got up, put the game in the
Nintendo, and turned it and the TV on.  But only came back with one of the
gamepads and went to sit on the couch facing the TV just behind me.  I was
a little upset that I didn't get a controller.  I got up and went to sit
next to him on the couch.


"Can I get a controller," I asked Kevin.


"No, this game is too hard.  Just watch me play."


He started playing the game.  While the game looked mildly interesting to
me at the time, I got bored pretty quick and started thinking about last
night and this morning with dad.


"Do you cum," I asked Kevin.


His character died in the game and he looked over at me, "What?"


"Do you cum?  You know!  When you...uh...climax, do you cum?  Dad can.  But
I can't.  He said I would when I get older."


"Of course I cum," he said as if I asked him a stupid question.  He always
acted tough.


"Oh...Well dad came so much last night and this morning.  I want to cum as
much as he does!"


"Did dad let you suck his cock?"  His character in the game died again as
he looked back at me.  He looked disappointed that he missed out.


"Yeah!  He sucked mine first.  And then last night mom helped me
suck...well try to...suck his.  Then, this morning, dad and I rubbed our
cocks together.  He cummed a lot last night and this morning."


"He `came'.  You don't say he `cummed', you say he `came'." Kevin corrected
me.  "Man, I'm sorry I missed it."  Kevin looked down but then quickly got
over it, "Well, Sam and I had fun last night and this morning too."


"You did?  What was it?  You mean this game?" I asked, pointing at the TV.


"No!  You're too young." He started the video game over and was quickly
focused on it.


"Come on!  Tell me, I'm not too young!"


"Well..." he looked at me from the corner of his eyes.  "Ok.  This game is
pretty intense and requires a lot of focus.  So, we tried to distract each
other.  We made up some rules too.  You can do anything you want but you
cannot cover my eyes or touch the controller I'm using.  If you can
distract me, and I die, then we switch places and the other person gets a
chance to play while the other distracts him."


"Ok, let's play that."  It sounded pretty easy to me as I had already
distracted him twice with a couple questions.


Kevin continued to play as I again started trying to talk to him, ask him
questions, to distract him.  It didn't work.


I tried jumping around, making funny noises and faces.  That didn't work.
He laughed a couple times and smiled, but nothing.  He had passed at least
two levels while I failed to distract him.  And then I had an idea.


I stood just off the side of the TV and started to take off my clothes.
Not very seductive mind you, but slowly.  I pulled my t-shirt over my head
followed by my shorts.  I wasn't wearing any underwear and my tiny cock
sprang up as I pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts down.  I was
excited in anticipation of what I was about to do - I was going to distract
him by trying to make him cum!  He said he could cum and I wanted to see if
he could.


I walked over beside him.  His eyes flicked over to my hard little cock and
then back to the TV several times.  I knelt down and started to crawl
towards him, between his legs and under the controller he was holding.
Kevin was wearing shorts that rode up his thigh as he was sitting on the
couch.  Looking up along one of his legs, I could see he wasn't wearing any
underwear either as the head of his cock was resting along his thigh.  I
slowly brought one of my hands along his thigh and worked my way up his
shorts.  His leg twitched and hips flexed, perhaps because I tickled him or
perhaps in excitement.


My finger tips found the soft, tender head of his soft cock.  I looked up
at his face.  His eyes quickly looked down at me and back to the TV several
times.  He was trying hard to ignore me I could tell.


I reached my hand further up and let my fingers run along his cock's
length.  Gently stroking him.  I felt his cock begin to thicken under my
fingers.  After a couple strokes it jerked upwards, its fattening cock head
slapping my palm.  I giggled with surprise and excitement.  "Fuck!" my
brother cursed.  I assumed he died in the game as he threw the controller
off to the side.  He pulled my hand out of his shorts and quickly lifted
his hips and pulled his shorts down to around his knees.


I quickly grabbed his shorts around the waistband and helped pull the down
and off.  Before my eyes I saw his cock become quickly engorged and hard.
He pushed his ass to the edge of the couch bringing his hard cock and balls
closer to me.  Smaller than dad, I wanted to get his cock in my mouth and
make him cum.


I scooted my knees under me.  I was kneeling between his spread legs.  My
hands moved along the inside of his soft thighs.


"Suck my cock, Rick.  You want to know if I cum?  I'll show you..."


I took my brother's cock into my warm mouth.  I tried to copy what my dad
and mom did last night.  I used my tongue to push under and around his
cock.  Twirling slowly as I moved my head up and down.  I felt the head of
his cock hit the back of my small mouth and I choked.


I pulled my head off and coughed.  Frustrated with myself, I quickly took
him back in my mouth.  My lips wrapped tightly around his narrow girth and
I sucked.  My tongue massaging around the sensitive head of his cock before
I tried to take all of him into my mouth again.


His cock again hit the back of my throat.  I coughed but didn't pull my
head off.  I worked my mouth around the top of his cock and slowly moved
down his length.  After several attempts I quickly learned about how far I
could take him before I was having difficulty.


I then focused my attention on his balls.  I breathed in a gasp of air as I
moved my mouth from his cock to his balls.  Larger than mine, I lapped each
with my tongue.  Sucking on the soft skin before I took each one in my
mouth.  As I rolled each of his testicles in my mouth, I gripped his cock
in a firm fist and began to stoke him.  With his cock covered in my spit,
my fist slid easily up to his head and back down.


"Oh shit, Rick!  That feels so fucking good!" my brother moaned as his
breathing was becoming quicker and shallower.


I gasped for air as I brought my head up again.  I looked down at his spit
covered cock and balls.  A rivulet running down to his pink asshole.  That
was next.


I remembered how dad rammed his tongue in my ass last night.  How much I
enjoyed it.  I wanted to try that on Kevin.


I used my hands to grasp under my brother's knees and push them up towards
his chest.  Kevin, knew what was coming next.  He grasped his legs where I
was pushing and pulled them back.  With his hips twisted slightly upward
and his round ass cheeks spread wide, I had easy access to his asshole.  I
slowly lowered my head to just above his ass.


He looked down at me, around his cock, "Yes, fuck my ass with your tongue
like dad does!"  His eyes were dark with what I would later learn was lust.


My tongue made several quick, shorts laps up along his crask and across his
puckered asshole.  With each stroke my brother gasped as the pleasure
pulsed through him.  After a few flicks, I made slow, tight swirls around
his hole.  I felt the tight wrinkles flex.  His asshole relaxed and
tightened with each turn of my pink tongue.  As my tongue twisted closer to
the center I latched my small mouth tightly around his wanting hole and
tried to push my tongue as deep inside him as I could.


His asshole initially resisted but then the relaxed slightly and my tongue
plunged just inside him.


"Aaaahhhh....fuuuuccckkk..." my brother gasped as, while I only slightly
penetrated him.


I reached up with one hand and grasped his throbbing cock and started to
jack him.  My fist worked up and down his cock in short strokes that
matched the rhythm of my tongue trying to probe deeper and deeper inside
him.


"Aaaaahhh...I'm cumming Rick...I'm cuuu...mmmmm..." was all he could get
out.


I pulled my tongue and head up but continued to stroke him in my little
fist.  I wanted to see him cum.


His hips bucked just then and I felt his cock swell then erupt as multiple
little ropes of cum shot up.  The first struck him in the face, just under
his left eye.  Some landed shorter on his chest while most coated his
stomach.


I slowed the jacking of my fist. I watched as a slow steady stream of cum
poured from his piss hole as I brought my fist up towards the top of his
cock.  His cum dripped over my tiny fingers.


"Ssstop..stop!  Too sensitive!" He let go of his legs and they came down
around me as he tried to push my hand off his now softening cock.


I brought my soaked fingers to my mouth.  Placing all four in at the same
time.  My tongue cleaned the cum off as I sucked on my fingers.  He tasted
slightly salterier but good nonetheless.


I stood, bent forward and started to work my small mouth along his stomach
and chest.  My tongue collected his cum as my lips kissed and sucked all
that I could.  I looked up at his face and saw where his first shot still
clung to his cheek.  I crawled up on the couch, my knees just on either
side of his narrow stomach as I leaned down to take in that list bit.  I
licked and sucked the cum off him then started to sit up, but his hands
reached up and clasped my face, his palms tenderly held my cheeks as he
pulled my mouth towards his.  Our lips met and he started to passionately
work them against mine and push his wanting tongue deep into my mouth.  He
worked his tongue along mine, taking in what was left of his cum and my
spit into his mouth.


He pulled my mouth off his, "I love cum.  And it looks like you do as well,
little brother."


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End of Chapter 03.  Let me know what you think - what sexual adventures
does Rick experience and any inspiration you may have.