Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2023 21:44:12 -0400 From: Brendan B-M Subject: Big Kyle's Awakenings - Chapter 3 INTRO If you're reading this, you know Nifty is great so help support it: https://donate.nifty.org/ Everything in this series is fiction. It never happened except in my imagination. I do not condone anything illegal. Feedback and suggestions are welcome. brendan.ian.b.m @ gmail.com -brendan ** END OF CHAPTER 2 We got to my 9 year old nephew's bedroom when he stumbled on a toy and fell on the youth bed, taking me with him. As I pushed to get up, I felt a plastic sheet underneath the baby blue bed sheets. I wondered if that's why drunk Rob wanted to sleep there, just in case. I walked back into the bedroom to grab my own boxer briefs, took a pee and then went to bed. When I woke up, it was 9 am. I heard a weird squeaky noise coming from across the hall in little Rob's room. *** I walked quietly across the hall and the fans in both rooms were noisy in any case. I saw Rob's underwear covered butt rising up and down grinding against the bed. He was humping the sheets. He was mumbling something I couldn't make out. I tiptoed to the side of the bed. It sounded like he was moaning "Yea, that's what I like. I said, "Hey." He flipped over in surprise and yelled "What the fuck?" Then seeing it was me, "Damn bud, you scared me." As he sat there, I could see the olive green underwear covering his boner was soaked and there was a big wet stain on the blue bed sheets. He seemed to realize I was looking at his humiliation and his face got red. "Bud, you can't tell Ariel. She'll kill me." I pulled down my boxer briefs. "You know what to do," I said. He looked confused. Maybe he didn't remember what happened last night because he was so drunk. "Sit on it?" He said. "No, suck on it." He closed his eyes, sighed and took my semi in his mouth and started sucking. It wasn't as good as the first time but it got me hard. I grabbed his hair to make him suck at the speed I wanted. He grabbed my other hand as he sucked and put it on his wet undies, where I started rubbing. It felt weird since the only wiener I'd ever handled before was my own and it was a lot longer and fatter. "You're such a baby, aren't you?" He didn't say anything. So I took my hand off his dick and slapped his ass. "Aren't you?" "Mmm," he mumbled. "What are you?" I said, slapping his ass again. "Say it." He took my dick out of his mouth briefly. "I'm a pissy baby." "Little Rob wears diapers," I said. His son was 9 but autistic. "Looks like Big Rob should too, right?" Nothing. I slapped his ass hard. He mmm hmm'd. After a couple minutes more of sucking, he lied on his back. He didn't seem bothered lying in his own piss. "Lie down on top of me," he said. I did. "Now rub your dick against mine." I started grinding into him. The wet underwear felt really good on my boner. The plastic bed sheet underneath crinkled loudly as we humped. He moaned a little bit. "Pull down my underwear," he said. I lowered the wet green briefs down his legs and over his feet and tossed them on the face. He didn't remove them. He guided me on top of him as I ground my boner into his. "Oh yea, bud," he moaned. This was the first time I'd ever had real skin on skin contact and it was amazing, his hairy chest adding a completely different sensation to the rest. The difference between our dicks felt super obvious at this time. My long fat boner felt massive rubbing against his little skinnier one. If you'd just looked at our penises, you'd think he was the kid and I was the adult. "Do you like Big Kyle?" I asked. He didn't say anything, just moaned. I twisted his nipple. He moaned louder. He told me to stop for a second. He grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the bedside stand, which had his son's diaper supplies. He squirted some oil on his hand and rubbed it into his butt hole. He threw his legs over his shoulders, grabbed my wiener with his oily fingers and guided it toward his butthole. He spread his cheeks and told me to stick it in. "Gently," he added. I slowly pushed a few inches into his hole when he grabbed it to stop me. Then, he slowly pushed in a couple more inches, then the final few. He told me to hold on while he got used to it. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked. "No," I said. "You?" "Go ahead," he said, ignoring my question. I slowly started screwing him. He moaned with each thrust. The inside of his butt felt warm and squishy. His hole was squeezing really tight on my dick. "God, it's so fucking big for 13," he whispered. He let go of my wiener and I started pumping slowly. "Is mine the biggest one you've had?" I asked. When he didn't respond, I stopped. "I asked you a question." "No," he said, his eyes closed. I resumed pumping slowly. "Harder!" he demanded. I obliged. He started moaning every so often. "Is that the best you can do?" he said. I responded to the taunting by fucking him pretty hard. He started moaning much more loudly. I was afraid the bed might break. I grabbed his pissy olive green briefs and shoved them in his mouth. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. "Do you like Big Kyle?" No answer. I slapped his butt. Still no answer. I slapped harder. "Mmhmm," he moaned through the muzzle. I resumed pumping slowly. "Why?" He briefly removed the underwear from his mouth. "I've had bigger ones but yours is the fattest." He still hadn't opened his eyes. "Now get going." I resumed, slowly increasing the speed. He did something with his butt where he would periodically squeeze his hole, which made my wiener feel crazy good. He grabbed my butt and started squeezing which, after about a minute, finally pushed me over the edge. My body stiffened and I pumped several shots of my sperm into his butt. He took the wet underwear out of his mouth and onto his face, pushing it against his nose. I started to pull out when he grabbed me. "No, keep it in." His skinny nearly 5 incher was hard as a nail. He took two fingers and started stroking. I could hear him loudly smelling the stinky undies. He rocked his ass slowly back and forth, forcing my softening dick to smear jizz on the inside of his chute. I put my hands on the bed to stabilize myself and felt the bed sheets he'd peed. The plastic sheet underneath crinkled. I remembered what he'd asked for last night and took my right hand and started rubbing and squeezing his nipples. With my left hand, I rubbed the wet undies around his face. I mocked him some more. "You're such a baby," "Pissy brat," "Baby bedwetter"... He let out a soft but long moan. I felt his hole squeeze hard against my slimy wiener. And then one squirt of watery sperm shot into his belly button and some more dribbled into his pubes. His body went limp and he let out a loud sigh. I pulled out my softie from his butt, grabbed his underwear from his face and wiped myself off. "Bud," he said, his eyes still closed. "Go grab me a pair of underwear from the top drawer." I tossed the sodden briefs on the floor and went into his room. "Bro, there's no underwear in here. They must all be dirty," I yelled. "Just grab a pair from the hamper. I have to do laundry later," he yelled back. Remembering the two pairs of underwear, the shorts and the bed sheets he'd pissed in, I thought, "No shit." I opened the hamper and found a pair of Hanes tighty whiteys. As I lifted them up, I noticed not one but two dried yellow stains in the front. They were two big circles that, together, covered almost the whole front. To say nothing of the medium sized poop stain in the back. They smelled really ripe. He must've pissed these twice. "Damn, he must piss himself every time he drinks," I thought. I dropped those and grabbed a pink pair of my sister's panties and a pair of his gray briefs. I went back into the other room. Rob was sitting on the edge of the bed. I tossed the panties at him. He started to put them on when he realized what they were. "Fuck you bud!" He threw the panties back at me. I tossed the gray Hanes briefs at him and he slipped them on. The wet with his pee and sticky with my cum briefs from overnight were still on the floor. Which means he didn't clean off his jizz or my own. Nasty freak! "Let's go get breakfast," he said. We went downstairs, but not before he went to the bathroom to take a piss and take some Advil. He tossed the maroon briefs, the first paid he'd had an accident in, onto the floor of his bedroom. "Make sure to remind me to do laundry later." We went downstairs and ate some cereal. "Shit," he said, looking at his phone. "What?" (to be continued)