Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 22:55:08 -0400 From: Brendan B-M Subject: Big Kyle's Awakenings - Chapter 4 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 3 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 pai4 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?" *** CHAPTER 4 "We can't go fishing today. It's supposed to rain all day at my uncle's cabin," he said. "But my cousin Shawn's gonna come over in the afternoon to play Xbox." After breakfast, we went back up to Rob's bedroom to play some XBox. We were both still just in our underwear because it was so damn hot. 90 degrees outside, my phone said, and it felt like 190 inside. The fans didn't help much. About noon, I got sick of how gross I smelled. I went to the bathroom and stripped off my orange boxer briefs. I realized I didn't have a towel so I went back into Rob's room. "Bro, you got a towel I could use? I wanna take a shower." "Yeah, in the bottom dresser drawer." He looked up briefly from the game. "Damn, I still can't believe you're that big already at 13." "And I still can't believe you're that small at 20-whatever." He threw the controller at me but I dodged out of the way and ran into the bathroom. I took a poop and then brushed my teeth. Before I got in the shower, I went back into the bedroom to ask what the deal with lunch was going to be and I saw and smelled Rob smoking a joint. He didn't notice me. He finished the joint and dropped it in the ashtray and just lay in the chair motionless. I had an idea. I went over and grabbed the stained tighty whiteys from the laundry pile. I walked over to him. "You're in trouble, bro," I said. "Whyyyyyy?" he said, apparently not even noticing my nakedness. "You peed yourself for the third time." I showed him the front of the tighty whiteys. He grabbed them. "See?" I said pointing to the yellow circles. I hoped in his stoned state, he'd believe me. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fuuuuck." "You know what this makes you?" "Whaaaat?" "A bad boy. And what happens to bad boys?" "Whaaaaat?" "They get spanked." "Noooo.." "Yes," I insisted. "You pissed yourself three times in like 12 hours. You're a bad boy who needs a spanking. Now come over here." He didn't move. So I grabbed him by the ear and forced him to his feet. "Owww," he yelled. I sat down on his bed. "Now lie over my knee." He stumbled over and did so. I slapped his butt and he flinched. The back of his gray briefs had a decent sized wet stain from my cum from earlier leaking out of his hole. I smacked his underwear covered ass again and again. I did so about 15 times, smacking him slightly harder each time. I felt his little guy stiffen against my leg. I then lowered the undies to his knees and started slapping his bare ass. I threw at him various insults. "You're such a bad boy." "You're a pissy baby." "You're a brat." "You're a pants pissing little boy." I made him repeat each one. He humped my leg with every smack. "Why are you getting spanked?" "I'm a dirty boy." That gave me an idea. I spanked his bare ass another dozen or so times and he was howling toward the end. I took off his socks and shoved them in his mouth while I continued. I told him to stand up. I got off the bed, grabbed his little boner and guided him to the bathroom as he rubbed his sore butt. I turned the water on in the shower. It was too hot for a hot shower so I set the water to cool. "What's happennnnning?" he said, swaying back and forth. "You're a dirty boy. So you're going to take a shower and I'm going to make sure you get clean," I explained. "Okayyyy." "Why are you being punished?" "Because I'm a bad boyyyy." "That's right. Now get in." I slapped his ass for emphasis. He stepped into the shower and I followed. We let the cool water soak both of us. It felt good after the sauna of the rest of the house. It quickly deflated his boner to its normal miniscule two inches. I grabbed it between my fingers. "You even have a dick like a little boy, right?" "I'm a little boyyyy." "Little boys don't have dicks. They have what?" "They have peepeeeeeees." I gave him the shampoo and told him to wash me. I squirted some on his hands and then rubbed my head. I gave him the wash cloth, which he soaped up and started washing my back. Even just that part felt good. I hadn't had anyone else wash me since I was a little kid. Then he spread my cheeks and started washing my butt crack, digging in real good. I boned up at light speed. He washed that for a good minute at least and it felt really good. I then grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair. Soaping up the washcloth, I washed his chest then down to his crotch. "What am I washing, little boy?" "My peepeeeeeee." I gave him the washcloth, which he soaped up and started washing my chest. And then down to my hard on. "Do you like Big Kyle?" I said, as he washed it and my balls. "Yeaaaaa." "How come?" "It's soooooo big and fat." I turned him around, spread his cheeks and washed his butt. "Aww look your peepee likes it." "Yeaaaaaa." "What am I washing?" "My assssss." "No. This is your pussy," I corrected him. "What am I washing?" "My as..." I slapped his butt hard. "What?" "My pussssssy." "Do you want me to finger you?" "Yeahhhhh." "Beg me." "Please finger my asssss." "Your what?" I slapped his ass hard. "My a.." *slap* "Finger my pussssssy." I jammed two fingers into his hole. He yelped. I slowly started finger fucking him. "Yeaaaa bud," he moaned. He grabbed his boner with two fingers and started pumping. He stopped the water. "I don't like cold showerssss. Stick another finger in pleassssse." "In your what?" "In my pusssssy." I thrust a third in before he even finished. He moaned. A few minutes later... "Do you want me to put Big Kyle in your pussy or in your mouth" "Mouth but right now I want another fingerrrrr." "Want or need?" "Buddddd, I need it." And then after a pause. "Badddd." I stuck a fourth in. I couldn't believe he could take four fingers up his ass without it ripping. He let out a long moan and resumed jerking. "Harder. Finger my pussy harderrrrrr," he ordered. I slapped his ass. "Tell me you like it." "Yeahhhh soooo gooood." "Why?" "It's filling my pussssy." "Cum for me, bitch," I said, slapping his ass. He moaned. I thrusted harder. I slapped again. He stiffened up and screamed. His knees buckled as a shot of thin sperm hit the shower wall. He stumbled a bit as I took my fingers out of him. I scooped up the watery cum off the wall and shoved my two fingers into his mouth. He made a face like he thought it was gross. It did contain both his cum and his ass juice. But he didn't spit it out. We got out of the shower. He dried himself off and then dried me off. I washed my hands. I led him to the bed by his now deflated little 2 incher. "You want Big Kyle?" "Yeaaaa buddddd." "You have to earn it." I lied down and threw my legs over my shoulder. "Eat my ass." "Reallyyyy?" "How much do you want Big Kyle?" "Baddddd." "Then eat my ass." His fingers spread my cheeks and then I felt his warm tongue licking my hole. He gagged a little but kept going. Good thing for him he'd just washed me back there. Or maybe he would've liked it better dirty. You'll have to ask him. But he slowly got more and more into it and it was the best feeling I'd ever had. Better than the blow job. Better than the fucking. He was going crazy on my ass and I jerked my meat. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Rob by the hair as my body stiffened so I sprayed four good squirts of jizz on his face and hair. "Awww buddd,. Why did you do that?" "You know you like it." "Iyeaaaa, but I wanted Big Kyle in my mouuuuuth." "You can suck it dry, but only if you really want." He grabbed my softening meat and proceeded to do just that. Then he licked the cum off my belly and out of my pubes. Fuck that was so intense. He grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off his face and chest but not, I noticed, out of his hair. Not sure if this was intentional or didn't realize, given that he was stoned. I grabbed the towel and wiped what was left off myself. I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. When I got back, he was still naked on his butt on the floor laying against the side of his bed. I extended a hand to help him up. I held out his gray briefs, the ones with the cum stain in the seat, and he stepped in to them. I stepped into a clean dark purple pair of boxer briefs and sprayed a little Axe on me (but not him). "Bud, I'm starvinggggg. Let's get something to eattttt." (to be continued)