Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 19:06:27 -0800 From: John Nunya Subject: Big Papi - I Get A Brother Part Six of the Big Papi Stories DISCLAIMER: Gay, underage, oral, anal This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and an adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: I wrote this story and hold all rights to it. If you like it, please share it or send me an email at auld_fart at yahoo dot com. Please don't repost this story or publish it elsewhere without my explicit (heh) permission. And if you like these stories, then please consider making a donation to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Copyright 2014 Auld Fart, All rights reserved. There I was, naked by the urinals in the college library with cum filling my stomach and dripping out my ass. I was sore and happy and horny for more, but what I really wanted more than anything was for Big Papi to fuck me right then and there on the bathroom floor. Lucky for me, he was in the stall next to the urinals where he had watched a hot red-haired student fuck me while Big Papi took pictures through the glory hole. So I went over to the stall door and knocked softly on it. "May I come in, Big Papi?" I asked even though I knew that speaking without being spoken to would earn me ten more swats. The door slowly opened to reveal Big Papi standing there. But instead of the jeans and tight t-shirt he'd been wearing when we came down to the library, he was as naked as I was and had a boner twice as big as mine. I smiled and dropped to my knees, eager to start worshiping his cock. Before i could do more than give a promissory lick, he picked me up with one hand and draped me over his arm; though I was just fourteen, I still weighed more than one hundred pounds and his strength amazed me. But not for long. Quickly Big Papi's free hand came down on my ass, giving me ten hard swats that left my ass on fire and my cock hard as a rock. "You know better than that boy," he said, his voice low and angry. "You did a good job with that last kid, but that doesn't give you the right to speak out of turn. Go stand in the corner." He pointed to the far corner of the room, and I shuffled over with tears of pain and shame leaking from my eyes. I knew better than to talk out of turn but I'd done it anyways and now I had to pay the price. Big Papi could leave me standing there all day if he wanted to and every college student who came in would see my naked body and red ass and laugh. The thought was enough to make my cock deflate (though the thoughts of what else the students might do made it pop back up from time to time). After an eternity of shame in the corner, I felt Big Papi's hands rubbing my shoulders and ruffling my hair. "You can be such a good boy," he said. "You just need to remember the rules. But since you forgot, this time I'm going to forget something, too. I'm not going to fuck you, not today." He turned me around and I saw that he was once more completely dressed with my clothes in his hand. I was devastated; getting fucked by Big Papi was the highlight of each week and now I'd blown it. Sure, I'd just been darn-near raped by one college student and sucked off two more - but it was all worthless unless Big Papi gave me the cock I needed. His cock. Instead, he handed me my clothes and told me to get dressed. I didn't have much choice. I couldn't force Big Papi to fuck me, much as I might want to. All I could do is try to earn his love back. So I quietly put my clothes back on and followed him out of the bathroom and back upstairs to where he had parked his van. A couple of college students may have seen me crying silently but they probably thought my father and I had had an argument and I'd lost. In a way, they were right. Once I was back in the van, I stripped down again before he'd even finished closing the door, hoping to show him that I was willing to do *anything* to make him happy. Silently, he drove me back to the park while I kept crying in the backseat. When we got there, he pulled into a parking place instead of dropping me off by the bathrooms as usual. He climbed into the backseat and lifted my face with a finger. "I know you are upset," he said. "But you earned this punishment and it hurts me as much as it hurts you. You have to learn to obey or you can't be my boy. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to prove to me that you can obey me. For the next week, you won't jack off once. No edging, no flipping it around, no airing it out - that chicken stays unchoked until the next time I see you. If you can do that, then I'll know that you are ready to be my boy. Deal?" Sniffling, I looked up at Big Papi's face. All I wanted to do was make him happy and proud of me. If keeping my hands off my cock for a week was all it took, then I'd do it. "Deal!" "Then get your ass out of my van," he said. "I'll see you next week." Naked as a jaybird, I jumped out of his van and then reached in to grab my clothes. I pushed the door closed and started to get dressed, not caring who saw me. He'd left me like this and I was going to do whatever he wanted to earn him back. It was only after I'd gotten my clothes back on that I noticed he'd done it to me again - he'd parked on the edge of the lot by a tree, so I was hidden from every direction by directly behind, and there was nobody there. So I'd maybe earned a little of Big Papi's love back and he'd shown me once again just how much he cared for me. I got on my bike, wincing a little from where my sore ass rubbed the wrong way on the seat, and rode home. It was late in the afternoon, but I didn't feel like doing much. Once I got in, I mumbled something at my folks who were ensconced on the sofa watching golf and headed up to my room. I heard my dad mutter "girl trouble" and my mother giggle before I closed the door to my room. Falling on the bed, I cried myself to sleep. After my afternoon nap I felt groggy but better. Sure, I'd goofed. But I could still make it right. All I had to do was obey Big Papi and not jerk off for a week. No problem. Naturally, the thought of what Big Papi might do to reward me for my obedience made my cock hard enough that I wanted to jerk off. Instead, I washed my face and went downstairs, hoping to find something to distract myself. My dad was still on the sofa. Normally, that wouldn't have meant anything, but the TV was off. He'd been waiting for me. As he heard my footsteps coming down the staircase, he turned and held up a football. "Want to go toss the old pigskin around, sport?" I really wasn't in the mood but I didn't have anything better to do so I nodded. We went out into the back yard and started throwing the football back and forth, just like we'd done a thousand times before. My dad looked like he was as distracted as I felt, and pretty soon I knew why. "Uh, sport," he started. "You seemed a little upset this afternoon. Was anything wrong?" I knew I couldn't tell him the truth, so I lied. Then again, he never called me by my name (even though he'd given it to me), so it was fair enough. "Nah. Just tired from playing video games late last night." "OK. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He looked even more uncomfortable. "Even girls and sex." "Father, trust me - I am not having any problems with girls and sex," I replied, truthfully. "Well, OK. And you know that it is normal for kids your age to, er, play with themselves," he continued with a face that got redder by the minute. "Its not going to make you go blind or anything like that." "Father, we covered that at school. *And* you gave me the talk two years ago," I added. "Really, I'm fine. Its just - stuff. But I can handle it." "OK," he replied. "Just remember that your mother and I will always love you." There really wasn't anything I could say back to that, so I just threw the ball back to him. We tossed it back and forth until the yard got too dark to see and we went in for dinner. That week was the longest week of my life. I was distracted all the time by how horny I was. Riding the bus in the morning was enough to make me spring a boner and it didn't go down all day long. Every time I stood up to answer a question (and it seemed that I was called on twice as often as usual this week), I'd hunch down to hide my hard on and get told to straighten up. I'd carry my books low but the other boys would punch me in the stomach to make me lift them back up and once more my little friend would be standing up to see who was there. I wore my shirts out to hide the erection but the principal kept coming around telling me to tuck my shirt in like a civilized gentleman;by the end of the week, just the friction from tucking in the shirts would put me on the edge of cumming. I was so distracted that I got pantsed not once but twice in gym that week, which meant that everyone in the gym (which felt like it was everyone in the school) could see my perpetual hard on. As a result, I got teased by the other kids even more than usual. And once Tommy Jansen came into the boy's room while I was at the urinal trying to force the piss out through my boner and gave me a smirk that made me blush. And school was actually the easy part. Once it was over and I started my walk home, then the real challenge would start. I was by myself, so who'd know if I slipped into a restroom somewhere and rubbed out a quick one? Every time I walked through the park and past "our" bathroom, I had to fight the urge to go in and relieve myself. And I didn't even dare think about returning to the college library. Though I could probably have justified sucking all of the cock I wanted to (and boy, did I want to), I knew that it would lead in pretty short order to playing with my cock and breaking Big Papi's rule. So instead of playing with the boys at the college, I took cold showers in the morning and wore clothes to bed for the first time since I was nine. And slowly but surely the days went by. Finally, it was Saturday again. I cleaned myself up even more carefully than usual and rode my bike over to the park. I locked it on the bike rack quickly and rushed into the bathroom a good half-hour early. I ran into the stall, stripped down, and waited eagerly for Big Papi to arrive and my punishment to end. And that wait nearly undid me. I was naked with a hard on that hadn't felt my hand for a week and exposed in a room where I'd sucked off Big Papi and an anonymous stranger. By now, just the smell of the place was enough to get me rock hard. And the thought of what I'd done and what I might do today made my cock ache and drool precum in a steady stream. Naturally, it was just as I had reached the peak of horniness that I heard the outside door open and someone come in. But it wasn't Big Papi. Just like before, the person went into the other stall and started to look at me through the glory hole. After a few minutes, he rubbed his fingers around the edge of the hole, inviting me to come in. I shook my head, but he just rubbed again. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm waiting for someone." "He'll never know," came the whispered reply. "I can't. I promised him." I was in agony with my balls aching from the need to be released. But I'd made a promise to Big Papi and I was by golly going to keep it! "OK, then," the voice said. Suddenly, the door to that stall opened and closed, and then the door to mine began to open. He was going to come in! I started to rush to the door, hoping to grab the lock and pull it shut but I was too slow. The stall door opened and I froze in shock. Standing in front of me was a naked stranger! At five foot eight inches tall he was just about my height but where I was a skinny little twerp, he was built like a Greek god with curly black hair, a gymnast's body, and a cock just a little bigger than mine. But the most startling thing about him was that, except for the mop on his head, he didn't have a single hair on his body anywhere. He saw me starting and slowly turned so that I could see everything, from his carved pecs to his perky bubble butt. He even reached out and grabbed my hand, running it over his abs and across his ass. If I hadn't promised myself to be faithful to Big Papi, I would have been on my knees worshiping him and begging him to fuck my ass. But I had promised, so I pulled my hand away, gulped and shook my head, refusing him one last time. The stranger just smiled. Then he quickly stooped down, grabbed my clothes, and ran out of the stall. I stood there in shock for a moment, then shouted "hey!" and ran after him. I was quick enough to see the bathroom door closing behind him. Without stopping to think I followed him out and stopped in amazement. There in front of me was Big Papi's van. And sitting in the back seat was the naked Greek god, holding my clothes and laughing as he and Big Papi waved me in. Not needing a second invitation, I climbed into the back seat and pulled the van door shut, seating myself next to the hottest guy I'd seen since Big Papi himself. "Boy, meet your big brother," BIg Papi said. Turning to the naked god, he asked "How was he?" "As good as gold and better," the hunk replied as I stared, mouth agape. It had been another of Big Papi's tests and I'd passed. "He didn't take the bait and I put it all out there for him." Big Papi nodded in satisfaction then turned back to me. "OK, boy - did you do what you were told?" "Yes, sir," I replied. "I haven't come once since the library." "Well then, I'd say you and that cock of yours are in need of some attention. But keep your hands off it until we get to the house. Maybe your brother will have some ideas on how you can pass the time during the drive." Looking at my "brother", I saw him wink and spread his legs open wide. I looked at the beautiful, hairless cock lying before me and sank to my knees immediately. Bending over slightly, I began giving his groin a tongue bath, licking each and every part and nibbling on his thighs. That just made him grin wider as he reached down to push my face into his hot crotch. "You weren't kidding, Big Papi! This boy really does love to suck a cock!" "Almost as much as you like eating an ass," Big Papi replied. The thought of the young hunk eating my ass combined with the gentle thrumming of the van and before I knew it, I had cum even though I never touched myself. There was no way of hiding the fact; my spray shot across and onto my "brother's" legs as I gave a loud and unmistakable moan. "Dammit, I thought I told you to hold off!" Big Papi erupted as I started to cry again. "It isn't his fault, Big Papi!" My brother came to my aid. "His hands were all over my ass at the time. He just got too excited; a week's worth of cum was just too much pressure for his cock to take." Big Papi thought for a moment and then nodded. "If you say so," he said. "We'll let this little slip go as long as you both get everything cleaned up before we get home." I stammered out my thanks as my new brother started to slip down to help me clean up my cum. I held up a hand to stop him and then licked his legs clean of my spunk. Once he was glistening, he slipped down next to me and we started slurping up the cum from the seat. As we ate it, my brother made little piggy noises oinking and squealing with delight as he sucked up my mess. That started me giggling and soon I was doing it, too. Once the seat was clean, my brother put his arm around me and leaned me back. "Got to clean the cum off of your legs," he said. Sure enough, there was spunk dripping down my legs from where the last few drips had leaked out. My brother licked and nibbled me just as I had done to him a moment ago only with even more oinking. Soon I was laughing out loud and my cock was hard once more. Just as my brother sucked the last, lingering drop of cum from out of my cock, the van pulled into Big Papi's garage and stopped. As soon as the garage door was closed, the van's door opened and smiling down on us was Big Papi.