Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2022 05:50:55 +0000 From: Art Subject: Screwed C-4 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org I modeled gay porn scenes to support my younger brother, Johnny. and myself. I was screwed in multiple ways after Johnny discovered my part-time job doing porn. Remember, this story is fiction and in no way condones or condemns the action. This chapter veers in a unique direction from my usual. AS C-3 ends, Johnny called his friend a "Faggot," the morning after they fooled around driving Timmy crying from the house. Compounding the issue, Camden, later, reveals Timmy and his brother are accompanying them to Vegas and staying in the same hotel room while Camden and Trevor do scenes. "I stopped talking. My brother was one step away from being declared mentally incompetent. Me? I was so screwed." Screwed C-4 I stomped and made as much noise as I could to let my brother know how pissed I was at his news. He did not even ask me if Timmy and Elijah coming on this trip would be acceptable. Didn't I have a say in this? He was a jerk. I made noise as I entered the living room, I made a show of flopping onto the couch where I found him watching Netflix. He seemed totally unconcerned that my life just went into the big vacuum cleaner. My feet slammed the footstool. I crossed my arms. I said nothing. He deserved the silent treatment, the big jerk. I felt him bouncing on the couch. He was smiling. "What's so funny?" I huffed. He continued to smile. "I'm glad you find this humorous. My life is screwed and you want to laugh. Go ahead, See if I care." "Johnny. I'm not laughing at you or the situation. You remind me of myself when I was twelve and dad did something that pissed me off. You act just like I did then. Looks like we both inherited the ALS genes." "ALS?" I asked. "Yeah, bro. Act Like Shit, genes." He giggled like I was tickling him. I reached over and ran my fingers along his ribs, which really set him off. I climbed in his lap and tickled harder, which resulted in an all-out tickle war. We were laughing uncontrollably, and suddenly I felt my brother's hardness digging into my butt. I tried to push off him, but he pushed into my bottom, not stopping. I felt myself becoming hard. My brother had to feel it, to know I was becoming aroused against his belly. This could not happen, yet somehow I wanted my brother. I wanted to learn what having sex with a porn star felt like. But this was Camden, my brother. This was wrong. I couldn't. I was now on my way to full arousal. I felt his cock against my hole. We were rubbing. He was poking at me. He felt so hard and so good through the fabric of my boxers as he poked my hole. Could I let my brother take me that way?. Our tickle laughs were moving into heavy breathing. "Johnny, Johnny, we gotta stop. Please." He must have realized we were moments from forgetting our relationship and having both of us complete an act that might forever change our relationship. With a mighty shake, he changed physically and mentally. I felt the air around us move. Carefully, he pushed me off of him, so I stood in front of him. I was shaking. I knew the evidence of my extreme arousal stood out for him to see. I felt wetness at my tip. "Johnny, I'm sorry. I did not mean for this to happen." I looked at his boxers, still tented and stained. I felt the wetness in mine, though now my hardness had escaped the slit in the boxers and dripped on his leg. I did not want to hide it, not now. We stared for what seemed forever before he patted the seat. "Sit, please." I did. He put his arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. "No biggie. It happens. Will you still love me after?" I tried to glare as I looked at Camden. I could not continue to be angry. Besides, he was beautiful. I understood why he was a top porn model. "Only if I can kiss you," I said, not trying to hide my softening cock. "Oh, you want an incestuous relationship. You know I have a boyfriend." I poked his shoulder. I want to kiss my brother. Then we will talk. He tipped his head. I took it in my hands. We started with light lip pecks. That is all I intended to do. Camden had other ideas. In moments, he was kissing me with tongue and passion. I felt myself go full on hard again. I tried to climb his body. Once again, I felt my balls tightening. With a shout into his mouth, my sperm released between us. I breathed Camden's name. I felt tears on my cheeks. He pulled away to study my face. "Johnny, that was the best, better than my scene partners, almost as good as Trevor's kisses. I wanted you to experience what adult kissing is all about. You are an excellent kisser. Touching my wet cock, he smiled. "I see I succeeded more than I intended. I love you, brother. We can never do this again. I wanted to taste you. I wanted to teach you, to show you adult kissing. I love you, Johnny, but we can't do this anymore. He pulled me to him and I snuggled into his warmth, feeling sheltered. Then he told me to go clean myself. He stroked me one last time, giggling as he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste his brother. He let me share his bed that night to only sleep, though we both woke with raging hard-ons. We did our morning routine, each using our own baths. I repeated my action of last night, more turned on than then, only alone this time. At breakfast, we talked. "Do you think you should call Timmy? Tell him you're sorry?" "I already texted him in my room. I told him I was a massive dick. He asked if he and Elijah could come over after breakfast. They will be here in about twenty minutes." "May I suggest you hold the sexual adventures for later? Maybe in Vegas?" "Ohh, big brother. Are you trying to tell me that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Like what happened last night stays in last night?" That question was followed by me being on the receiving end of a crust of bread. "What did mom say about wasting food?" Another crust found my hair. The doorbell rang. I jumped to answer it, dodging more bread crusts. Johnny accepted my sincere apology. He actually kissed me lightly in front of Elijah who looked like he wanted to join us. He was rubbing himself though his jeans were in the way. The three of us spent the remaining days preparing for our flight. I packed, putting that DVD at the bottom of my carry-on. It might be useful for the three of us to watch when we had alone time. Tuesday found us landing at McCarran airport where, after getting our luggage, a limo met us for the trip to Caesar'Palace. Inside was Rory AKA Trevor, AKA Camden's boyfriend. The Passionate kiss they gave each other as they sat in the rear-facing seat that faced us did more than impress my two friends. They both were rubbing their bulges and turning red. I knew they imagined two porn stars going for more. I wondered if their imaginations were going to the five of us having fun together. Finishing their kiss, Trevor turned to us. "Welcome to Vegas. Straight Guys hired a standard limo for this pick up. Using a limo with a Straight Guys logo on it and having three underage boys entering would send the wrong message. So, welcome to Las Vegas." Caesar's Palace was a Roman museum on steroids, and we loved it. All the statues, fountains, and paintings made me feel as if I were in a Roman palace. Trevor had us checked in early. We followed him to our room, which was a living area with a door wall opening to a balcony. A bedroom was at each end of the living area. "Privacy," I looked at Camden. "Yep, he said. Trev and I won't have to listen to a threesome of boys when we get back from a hard day's work." He laughed. I snarked back. "Does Straight Guys have a take your child to work day?" "They do," he replied. "Just not for brothers and their friends." I was speechless for once before I decided to growl at him. "We have to go to work. Trev ordered pizza from room service. Enjoy. We will be back to take you guys to dinner. Try not to get too wild." I thought about asking what scenes they would shoot today but kept quiet. Once they left, the pizza arrived, along with bottles of soda. While we ate, Elijah kept looking from me to his brother. Finally he asked. "Timmy, can we fool around? Is it okay if Johnny plays with us?" Timmy looked at me. "He wants to suck feet. He wants them to be dirty from the trip. He likes the flavor. I like his sweaty feet too. You game?" "Let's. "Johnny," Elijah said. "You need to be naked." "No problem, kid. Tell me again how old you are?" "Nine and a half. Old enough to know what boys do. Timmy and I enjoy doing it. But feet first. I want to taste yours before I taste Timmy's. I know what Timmy's sweaty feet taste like. I want yours. " I thought about Elijah's age. I was fourteen and so was Timmy. We were in the mid stages of puberty. Elijah probably had not started yet. As if he were reading my mind, Elijah said. I am old enough. I started getting hair four months ago. My boner is almost as long as Timmy's My balls have loosened. I enjoy messing around with Timmy. I knew I was blushing. Last week, I had to accept my brother as gay. Then I called Timmy a faggot after we messed around. Then I had a talk with Camden and asked Timmy to forgive me, which he did. Now I was about to have a threesome with a nine-year-old and his fourteen-year-old brother. "Let's get to the bedroom." I said. Inside, I locked the door and turned, swallowing hard. I was really going through with this. If I did, it would forever change me. I shook, hoping I was ready. Elijah took command, telling me to strip. As I did, I could view his hard cock jutting from his groin. I saw soft hairs growing at the base of his cock that had just the hint of curls. "Geez, Elijah. You look almost as long as your brother." I said. Elijah looked at Timmy. Get over here. Show him. I watched Elijah place his cock against Timmy's. His was almost as long. Just not as thick. Timmy groaned when Elijah rubbed their cocks together. "Get over here, Johnny. Let's see how you compare to my nine-year-old piece of meat." I stepped to put our cocks together and, holy shit, this kid was almost as long as me. Then he rubbed our two cocks together like he did with Timmy. With a grin, he said, "You two are okay for fourteen. My buddy Dwight, his brother's is not as long as mine. He is fourteen too, like you guys. I bet mine will be the longest of all of ours when I stop growing." Looking at Timmy's puzzled expression, Elijah said. I fool around with Dwight after school. He loves his feet sucked. His brother likes to watch. He jacks himself while we play with each other. He makes a lot of sperm. I can't wait to see how much you make, Johnny. Can I lick it? Dwight's brother lets both Dwight and me lick his tummy after he sperms. Timmy and I looked at each other with wide eyes at Elijah's revelations. Elijah directed me to lie on the king sized bed on my back. He told Timmy to suck the toes on my left foot, He would suck my right foot toes. The brothers started between my toes, licking them as they tried to clean up my toe jam. Elijah took my foot and licked it, moaning as if he were making love to my foot. I needed to stroke myself. I wrapped my hand around my cock. Elijah saw me do this. "No. No sperming. I want to make love to your feet. Then you and Timmy have to have a make-out session. Then there is something I want to do to both of you I have never done, only watched when Dwight's brother fucks him. I want to fuck the two of you, then I want to watch as the two of you do each other. Then you both get to do me together." I felt way too turned on from the tongue bathes my feet were taking to totally take in what Elijah told me. Elijah finally pulled off my foot, telling Timmy to do the same. "Okay. I want to see my brother and his boyfriend get it on, with tongue. I want the two of you to wrap each other tight and make out. Two fourteen-year-olds lusting together. This afternoon is just getting good. I liked your feet. You can suck mine, Johnny, after we do the sex stuff." "I looked at Timmy. "Ready?" He moved into my arms, and we mashed our lips together. I felt his hard penis against my belly and so help me; it felt awesome. With Elijah encouraging us, we lost ourselves in a passion driven by our teen hormones. "You two cannot sperm, whatever you do." "Elijah, if we sperm now, we will regenerate quickly and take longer with the next part of your sex plan." "Okay. I want to see you two lose it and sperm against each other. That will be so hot." WELL: The boys are on the way to a scene of sexual pleasure. I wonder how Elijah, for his age, knows about this behavior and wants to engage in these advanced sex acts. The boy/boy/boy action continues. Let me know. Comments and suggestions at : < acgib1943@protonmail.com > Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org