From: an77662@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an77662@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 10 Jul 1994 20:09:15 UTC
Subject: It's TOOL TIME!  (mfm, minor)

Firstly, apologies for the title - it was so obvious and I just
couldn't resist!  This story is not specifically intended as a sequel
to any of the other HI stories posted to a.s.s., but you are free to
regard it however you wish.  All non-flame comments and criticisms
are appreciated.  

Standard disclaimer:  this story involves sexual activity between
minors.  Leave now or forever hold your peace.

********************************************************************

"Randy, Brad, come down here", Jill called up the stairs.

"Your dinner is in the fridge", she announced as the two boys made
their way into the kitchen.  "And make sure that Mark stays in bed.
He's got a bad cold."

The boys looked at each other and frowned.  The last thing they
wanted was to be stuck at home looking after their brother on a
Friday night.  There had to be some way to escape that unpleasant
responsibility.

Brad spoke up first.  "We can't!", he said, shaking his head to
emphasize the point.

Jill stopped cleaning off the counter and turned to stare at the
boys.  "Why not?"

"Well...", Brad began.

Randy quickly jumped in, knowing that if he let his brother try and
plead their case, they would be spending the night at home for sure.
"We have plans", he said.  "We're.. going out to a movie."

"A movie, huh?"  Jill eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing it would be
difficult to prove they had made those plans prior to one minute ago,
but also realizing she didn't much like the idea of giving them the
run of the house for the evening anyway.  They'd probably get in less
trouble if they went out to a show.

Sensing victory, Randy changed the subject to try and divert his
mother form further consideration of keeping them home.  "So where
are you guys going anyway?", he asked.

Jill cast her gaze across the living room to where Tim was working
feverishly over the VCR.  "Your father", she stated, raising her
voice a notch so that Tim was sure to hear, "is dragging me out to a
'tool party'".

"What's so bad about that?", Tim called back.  "It's just like a
tupperware party, only with guys.  Besides, the Binford bigwigs will
be there, so we have to go."

Randy crossed over to where Tim was puzzling over the screws he had
removed from the VCR casing.  "I thought only qualified people were
supposed to fool around with electronic stuff like that."

"Hey, I'm qualified!  I fixed the intercom, didn't I?"

"I guess", Randy conceded.  "As long as you don't mind picking up
police radio and signals from airline traffic.  Heh heh!"

"Very funny, wise guy", said Tim, still trying to remember which
screws fit into which holes.

Randy loved poking fun at his family - and they made it so easy!  He
scooped up the newspaper sitting on the coffee table and fingered
through to the movie listings as he settled down onto the couch.
"Brad, c'mere", he called to his brother.  "What movie are we going
to see?", he asked quietly, making sure that Jill was out of earshot.

Brad pondered the listings.  "How about that one?, he grinned,
pointing to an "R" rated show that looked like it had lots of nude
scenes and very little plot.

"Yeah, sure", Randy responded.  "And I guess they'll just take our
word for it when we tell them we're eighteen."

Brad considered this.  "Well, maybe we can get Al to take us."

"I doubt it.  Besides, Al will probably be coming over here to
babysit for Mark."  He pointed to the kitchen where Jill was busy
talking on the phone.

Half an hour later the boys had finally decided to see an action film
and were ready to leave.

"Make sure you come straight home as soon as the show is over", Jill
told them.

"When's the Flannel Man getting here?", Tim asked impatiently.

"He couldn't make it", Jill said, addressing Tim as one might a
dull-witted fool, who was annoyingly oblivious to all but the most
obvious of facts.  "He's been invited to the party too.  You should
know - he's your assisstant."

"They invited Al too?  Next thing you know they'll be inviting the
janitors that clean out the Binford office", Tim joked.

Randy and Brad decided it was time to leave; their parents' words
faded as they stepped out into the night.  As they made their way up
the front path, discussing what they'd heard about the movie they
were going to see, they stopped dead, suddenly becoming aware of
someone approaching their front door.  It was Brenda Porter, their
16-year-old neighbour from across the street.  She had
shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and an unusual shade of light
green in her eyes.  But it was not her eyes the boys were looking at.
They stared at her grapefruit-sized breasts, which were pressed
tightly together within a form-fitting low-cut white blouse.  The two
looked up, their mouths hanging slightly open, as she smiled and
passed silently between them on her way to the front door.  The boys
turned to stare as she passed by, then looked at each other as she
was admitted to the house and moved out of view.

"Wow", Brad exclaimed.  All of a sudden the movie seemed to be of
secondary importance.

"You know", Randy suggested, "We can wait 20 minutes and still make
it on time if we take our bikes..."

"Yeah!"

Both boys knew exactly what was on each other's mind - they wanted a
good look at that cleavage in better light before heading out for the
evening.

"I haven't seen her around here for a long time...", Brad said as
they walked around to the back door.

"That's because she's always over at her boyfriend Will's place - so
don't plan on getting too far with her", Randy told him, confident in
the knowledge that the idea of Brenda and his 13-year-old brother
together was absurd.

They waited in the back yard, relieved to discover that the seemingly
ever-present Wilson was nowhere to be seen, until they heard Tim's
car pull out with a vague grinding sound and a few noisy backfires.
With heartrates slightly elevated, they entered through the back and
proceeded through to the living room, where Brenda was seated on the
couch watching TV, her back to them.

She turned at the sound of footsteps, and smiled at them.  "Hi boys.
Movie over already?"

"Uh, no... we forgot our money", said Randy, knowing that it was a
pretty lame excuse for having returned.

Brenda nodded thoughtfully and smiled a little more, looking them up
and down.  "Well, if you have a few minutes, why don't you come sit
down and watch this show?  It's really funny."

Encouraged, they sat down on either side of her.

"I noticed you guys have a pretty good computer in your room when I
was up there with Mark."

"Yeah!  Would you like to see what it can do?", asked Brad.

"Sure, but we would be disturbing Mark..."

"Hey Randy, why don't you help Mark move to Mom and Dad's room?"
Brad grinned at his brother.

"But...", Randy began to say.

Brenda placed her hand on his shoulder.  "Could you?", she asked.

Cornered.  Randy nodded, realizing he couldn't refuse.  He headed
upstairs, promising himself he'd get back at Brad for this.

The 16-year-old turned back to Brad, who couldn't resist taking in an
eyeful of her ample chest.  She smiled again, and placed a hand on
his knee.  Stunned, Brad's eyes shot up to meet hers, and then down
to his leg as she slowly moved her hand up his thigh.  The crotch of
his pants began to swell; he wasn't sure how to react.

Brenda stood up suddenly and grabbed his hand.  "C'mon", she told
him.  "Let's go upstairs to your computer!"

Still shocked, and not quite sure what was going on, Brad allowed
himself to be pulled along.

When they arrived at his room, Brad saw that Randy had already taken
Mark to their parents' bedroom.  Brad went over to turn on his
computer, and felt a pair of hands feel his butt from behind as
Brenda moved up behind him to look over his shoulder.  He quickly
turned around, and she giggled and pushed him down on the lower bunk
of the boys' beds.

"Don't be shy, Brad", she told him, and pulled his sweater and
t-shirt over his head.

"Um.. uh..", he stammered as she removed her super-tight white
blouse, allowing her unharnessed breasts to bounce free.

They were both standing up now, both clothed only in blue jeans and
naked from the waist up.  He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at her
large jugs.  She leaned over to touch his cheek, and then leaned
closer still to kiss him deeply, as her breasts pressed themselves
against his bare chest.

                        *           *            *

Randy grumbled under his breath as he left his parents' bedroom to
head back downstairs.  He was definately not in a very good mood now,
and decided he would only feel better if he could find some way to
get back at his brother (that traitor!), preferably without ending up
in a headlock and with a half-dozen bruises.  Hmm...  As he passed
his room, he noticed some movement through the six-inch open doorway.
Peering within, Randy received a shock that almost caused him to fall
over backwards.  Brad and Brenda were standing in the middle of the
room, half-nude, with lips pressed tightly together.  Adrenalin
flowed through Randy's system, as though he'd been hit by a car.  He
felt excited; Brenda's huge melons were exposed for all to see.  He
also felt inadequate - didn't she have any interest in him at all?
And he felt a flash of anger - it was Brad's fault he was feeling
this way!  However bad it was what Brad had done before, it now
seemed ten times worse.  This last emotion motivated him to hit upon
the perfect act of revenge.  He pulled at the crotch of his overalls
as he became excited at the thought of what he was about to do, and
rushed downstairs to get what he needed to put his plan into action.

                      *              *              *

Brad wasn't agressively returning the kiss, but he certainly wasn't
resisting either.  Brenda moved her hand down his chest and pants,
and felt his expanding penis through the fabric of his jeans.  She
stepped away, looking thoughtfully around the room and then pulled
the mattress off the lower bunk and laid it down on the floor in the
middle of the room.  She then gave a wide smile, grabbed Brad around
the waist, and pulled him down onto it, her breasts rubbing against
his bare skin.  For the first time, he grinned back and placed his
hands on her tits, as though testing them for pressure.

Brad couldn't believe what was happening!  His dick was as hard as it
could be, and the thrill he experienced when she grabbed the back of
his blond head and pulled it down to her tits, while she continued
feeling the front of his jeans, almost made him come in his pants.
He started sucking and licking her breasts eagerly, leaving them
coated with saliva.  She found the snap on his pants and began
undoing it.  Suddenly sensing he was very close to losing contol, she
backed off, and stood up to slowly remove her jeans and panties.  She
threw them to the floor, pulled Brad up, and then knelt to remove his
pants as well.

It was then that she caught a flicker of movement in the doorway out
of the corner of her eye.  She moved Brad around a little so he
wouldn't notice, while giving herself a better view.  It was Randy...
and he was pointing a video camera at them!  She thought she'd
noticed him at the door a few moments earlier, and was excited by the
thought of having this cute kid watching her get it on with his
brother, but she hadn't expected him to try and videotape it!  She
was past caring whether anyone found out about this and pretended not
to notice Randy.  It would be his turn soon enough (after all, if she
could have one, why not have them both?), but in the meantime she
decided to put on a show he would not soon forget.


Part 2

Brenda lowered Brad's pants and white briefs, and was almost slapped
in the face by his hard dick as it popped out from its confinement.
Brad slipped the pants off his legs and threw them away; he stood
there totally naked, his rigid cock sticking out like an iron rod.
He had had a growth spurt in the last few months, and his dick
measured a good 5 and a half inches and was of reasonable thickness.
It was topped by a patch of light brown hair, the only hair visible
anywhere on his body.

Brenda held his balls in one hand as she pressed her lips to the tip
of his dick and slowly began to take it into her mouth, inch by inch.
She was conscious of giving Randy a good view of what she was doing,
as her mouth filled with this 13-year-old's stiff rod.  Brad closed
his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as her lips found the base of
his shaft, and her nose pressed into his pubic hair.  Brenda began
deep-throating him, and Brad could feel her tongue slide along the
underside of his penis as she worked her mouth up and down his cock.
Again, he was almost ready to lose his load, so she stopped sucking
on him, and knelt down on the mattress on her hands and knees.

"Do it to me!  Fuck me, Brad", she told him, and thrust her ass up in
the air.  The boy needed no further encouragement, and dropped to his
knees behind her.  He placed his wet penis at the entrance to her
slit and began shoving it in, eliciting a few gasps from Brenda.
Gripping her hips, he moved into a rhythm and looked down to watch
his stiff dick pounding in and out of her body.  She reached between
her legs and started playing with his balls as he fucked her.  Brad
responded by involuntarily letting out a few gutteral moaning noises
from deep in his chest.

"OOOoooooohhh.....OOOOhh...", he groaned.

                     *                *                *

Randy focused the camcorder on the pair in the bedroom, feeling both
very horny, and furious.  It wasn't fair that Brad should get all the
action just because he's a little older..!  But getting this camera
was a great idea!, he thought.  He could blackmail Brad with this
incriminating tape, or maybe he would just go around and show it to
everyone anyway.  Randy's hard dick created a big bulge in the front
of his overalls, excited both by the thought of what he could do to
Brad, and by the X-rated display going on in front of him.  He
couldn't believe Brenda's willingness to have sex - his eyes had
almost popped out when he saw her slowly swallow the entire length of
his brother's shaft, and give him a deep-throat blowjob.

Randy stared again through the viewfinder, making sure he was
recording every instant of the activity within the room.  He had an
excellent view of Brad and Brenda in profile, their right sides
facing him, doing it doggie style.  No longer content with a wide
shot of the two, he focused in on the grinding genitals, and the hand
reaching between the two pairs of legs to fondle Brad's balls.
Brad's dick moved out, wet and glistening, then all the way back in,
over and over, as he held onto her hips.  Randy moved the camera up
to his brother's face, which was slightly contorted with eyes
half-closed, and then moved it down again to his jackhammering penis.
Brad was moaning from deep in his throat, and started pumping faster.
Brenda was moving back and forth to meet him with every thrust,
slapping his thighs against her buttocks.  Then she felt his balls
begin to tighten up, and his body convulse against hers.

Brad grunted, "UUUuuhh, UUUHHh, OOOOH.. AAAAHH!", and Randy watched
him press his hips forward as he shot load after load deep into
Brenda.  Brad leaned backward after a moment, suddenly tired, and his
dick came free with a vague slurping sound.  He watched as some white
goo dripped from her vaginal opening and plopped down onto the
mattress.

Randy moved out to a wider shot again, and was wondering if that
would be the end of it... when suddenly Brenda turned and looked
straight at him!  He quickly clicked off the camcorder and pushed it
down the hall out of view, wondering what he should do.  Fortunately,
he'd been fast enough that Brad hadn't seen what he'd been doing, but
what was Brenda's response going to be?  He stood there in the
doorway, unable to move, as she got up and walked over to him, her
tits bouncing and drips of Brad's come running down her leg.  She
looked him in the eye - then her gaze moved down to his crotch, which
bulged out impressively.  Her hand moved to caress the bulge, which
got even bigger, and the next thing Randy knew he was being kissed by
the lips that had only minutes before been wrapped around his
brother's dick.  Brenda pulled him out of the doorway and into the
room, as she grabbed at the snaps of his overalls.

Randy was in a daze as she pulled him into the bedroom and started
undressing him.  Brad looked on, a little embarrassed at having his
brother turn up so suddenly, and a little put out that he was no
longer being paid attention to.  Off came Randy's overall straps,
then his t-shirt.  He found himself pushed up against a wall as his
overalls were peeled away and his throbbing dick exposed.  It wasn't
just Brad's equipment that had grown larger in the last few months;
Randy's dick was almost 5 inches in length, making it seem very large
relative to his body size.  He also had what seemed to be the early
stages of some hair growth - a sparse region of fine brown hair just
above his penis.  Brenda licked his dick like a lollipop, and Randy
was so overcome with the sensation that he lost his balance (his
overalls, down around his ankles, didn't help matters) and he fell
over onto the mattress.  He grinned sheepishly, but was unable to get
back up because Brenda had pounced on him like a wild cat and
straddled his hips.  She wasted no time; reaching down, she pulled
Randy's cock from its horizontal position on his belly and pointed it
straight up.  She lowered herself down onto the boy's stiff poker and
began bouncing up and down on top of him.  Randy reached up to
squeeze the soft globe-like tits as they danced before him.

Brad had become very excited again watching the two have sex.  He
stepped up on either side of Randy's head and offered his erection,
which Brenda eagerly took into her mouth.  It was an incredible
sensation having both boys' dicks inside her at once; Brad's thrusts
found the back of her throat as she continued sliding up and down the
length of Randy's shaft.  She could tell that the latter was close to
orgasm, and increased her pace as Randy leaned back on his elbows and
threw his head back.  

"OOOOOOOoohh!  AAaaaah!!  Fuuuck!  OOOOHH!", Randy said, and
involuntarily thrust his hips up as he filled her with a half-dozen
spurts of sperm.  Brad had become so aroused by the situation and the
tongue action being afforded him, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Brenda was holding him by the base of his penis, and felt it swell
and throb as his first spurt hit the back of her throat.  She pulled
the dick from her mouth in time to catch the next shot on her lips.
She stroked his cock as Brad sprayed the remainder of his load down
onto Randy, who was still in the midst of his own orgasm.  Brenda
squeezed a last glob of come from Brad's organ, which fell straight
down and splashed onto Randy's face.

Yuck!, Randy thought as he got up, a little displeased with the fact
that his chest and stomach were covered with puddles of semen.  He
wiped at the glob on his nose and cheek and gave Brad a distasteful
look, who grinned back, clearly pleased with himself for what he'd
done.  I'll get you soon enough, thought Randy as he wiped himself
off with a shirt from the clothes hamper.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs.  All three looked at
each other, then scrambled to get into their clothes, which lay
strewn randomly around the room.  Randy was the first out of the room
as Brenda and Brad returned the mattress to the lower bunk bed.
Randy was answering the door as the two arrived downstairs; it
Brenda's boyfriend, Will.

Will was 16, with light brown hair.  He stood half a head taller than
Brad and outweighed him by 30 pounds.

"Hi!  Is Brenda here?", he asked Randy, assuming he was the kid she
was supposed to be babysitting.  Randy gulped, hoping Will wouldn't
somehow be able to tell he'd pumped her full of his seed just 5
minutes earlier, or Randy would probably end up in the morgue or
something.  He pointed over to where Brenda and Brad were coming down
the stairs.

"Hi Will!", she said to him, betraying no sign of what had occurred
between her and the boys.  "Why don't you watch a movie on TV with
us?  Randy and Brad missed the film they were going to see."

"Well...ok..", Will said, obviously disappointed that he wasn't going
to be able to spend time alone with Brenda.  Randy popped a tape into
the VCR and took the leftmost seat on the couch.  Brad sat down next
to him, and then Will and Brenda.  They settled back to enjoy the
movie... but what appeared on the screen was a shot of Brenda on her
hands and knees, her breasts swinging back and forth as she was being
pounded from behind by a very hard dick.  The camera moved up to
reveal Brad's face as he fucked her doggie style.  Will's eyes opened
very wide, and he turned to stare at Brad with an unreadable
expression on his face.

Brad's mouth dropped open as he registered the images on the screen.
Immediately realizing who was responsible, he looked at Randy, who
smiled back like the devil himself.  If I live, I'll kill him for
this, Brad promised himself.

Will grabbed Brad by the front of his shirt with both hands and
yanked him from a seated position and onto his back.  His hands moved
toward the 13-year-old's neck as though to try and strangle him...
but instead he pulled Brad's shirt up and began undoing the younger
boy's pants...


* Part 3 will be posted next week, or whenever I get around to
finishing it.

J.P.


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