Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 22:28:23 -0600 From: Xavier L Subject: Chocolate Pudding Chocolate Pudding by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between two minor brothers, 1 a teen and the other preteen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me as well. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. I will never forget how my brother Marc and I became so much better friends. I'm 15 and he's 11. Sometimes I think he's really cool and other times he's such a stupid little kid. Dad says that's normal for me to think this way. I don't really give a shit either way. One thing that IS cool is I can swear around him, and he won't say a fucking word. So I have to get them in when I can ya know? Of course things were different now. I mean sure he still pisses me off from time to time, but, fuck! Wait until you hear what started this all! Our dad was away for the night on a date with some chick. Ever since he and Mom divorced, he's been out with some of the weirdest ladies. Anyway I was watching my brother Marc. It was getting close to his bedtime thankfully. But rather than wait to eat a snack, I grabbed a chocolate pudding cup from the fridge and sat down on the couch to eat it while we finished the movie. "I want some!" he immediately announced when he saw what was in my hand. "Yeah, right," I said. "The only way you're getting some of this is if you lick it off my dick!" I laughed heartily at my fun little joke. He sat there fuming for a moment. I turned my focus back to the TV. When I was about halfway through, I heard him say "OK." I choked on what was in my mouth already. "What?!" "I said `OK'. Are you deaf?" The little shit was really asking for a pop in the head. "You're fucking serious!" "Were you?" Now that stumped me. "I dunno. I guess." "Fine. But I get what's left over." I was stunned, but I think my dick has its own mind, because it was already starting to get hard in my shorts. "OK, deal," I said fully believing he was teasing me. I watched him get off of the couch and push his way between my legs. I spread them open more, my mouth open in shock. I still wasn't believing this! Then I watched his hands reach for my shorts and pull the front down. He had to make a second attempt so he could also get my boxers. I still thought he was bullshitting me until his hand sank into the now open space and fished out my cock. He stood there waiting patiently with my dick in his hand. "Well?" he queried. I snapped out of my stupor and lowered my shorts and underwear down to my knees and let them drop to my ankles. I spread my legs wider. Nervously watching his green eyes, I put two fingers into the plastic cup, got a glob of pudding and smeared it onto my cock. "More!" he demanded. I licked my lips and swallowed. My mouth felt so damn dry! I retrieved another glob and coated my rod with it. My cock twitched as I touched it. As soon as my hand moved, he eyed my pudding-coated meat, and then I watched him anxiously as he bent over. His tongue ran up my shaft, and I shivered almost violently. He did it again, and I thought I would explode out of my skin. "Here, let me put some on my balls," I said. I wondered what that would feel like! He moved aside, and I coated my sac with the pudding as well. I kicked my shorts and underwear off my ankles and opened my legs wider so he could get his head between them. He knelt down and shifted my dick out of the way with his hand. I felt his tongue licking my sac, and it was all I could do to not scream in ecstasy. When I had somehow endured that torture, I said "I'll put more on my dick if you put your whole mouth on it instead of just licking." He thought about it for a second and shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head yes. My hands were shaking with anticipation as I thoroughly covered my hard flesh with the chocolate. My fingers were in my mouth as I felt my cock surrounded by moist heat. I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. He seemed oblivious and was happily sucking away on my dick. Soon I had another idea. I lifted off my shirt and put pudding on my nipples. "Marc, try these." My little brother released my cock, followed my gaze to my chest, shrugged again, and stood up and leaned over and then began sucking on my nipples. Without thinking my hand went to his crotch and started rubbing his dick through his shorts. Even though I'm not sure he was considering this all sexual, his cock sure knew it was! I was going to pull down his shorts for better access, but he moved away, sank to his knees and returned my dick to his mouth. My toes were curled under my feet as my bro gave me my first blowjob. I had to recoat my cock once. When it was probably getting close for another application, something else was getting close too. By this time I had my hand on his head thrusting my cock into his mouth. He gagged a couple of times but not seriously enough for me to stop. Of course, I'm not sure I could've anyway. As I got closer, I began fucking his mouth urgently, and then I fucking exploded! He gagged again but didn't seem to notice anything terribly unusual, and my hand kept him from stopping, so he had to swallow what entered his throat. When he swallowed my jizz, I released his head. As soon as he was up, I coated my fingers in chocolate and thrust it out. (I didn't want any questions about that extra . . . something.) He started sucking on my fingers. "Have a seat," I said as he got the treat off my fingers. When he sat down, I handed him the cup so he could finish it off, but not before telling him to push his shorts and underwear down too. "Why?" "Cuz you're hard. Let me take care of it for you." He wasn't too sure, so I added: "It's the least I can do!" I watched him push down his black shorts followed by a pair of tighty whities. His little hard-on was there in all its glory. I quickly grabbed a hold of it and started stroking him while he licked the remaining pudding out of the cup. I was sure I was gonna bone again watching him do that! As I stroked him, his eyes closed, and his mouth slacked. I could see he was breathing harder, and the hand holding the cup had drifted down to the couch. I briefly considered blowing him, but that just grossed me out too much. When his legs spread wider, and his breathing became more labored, I sped up the pace. Soon he was biting his lip, his body rigid, and I felt his warm liquid flow onto my hand. I gripped his tool firmly and let it spasm inside my fist. When his orgasm had calmed, he opened his eyes wide and asked "Did I just pee?!" I was confused at first but then got it. Laughing I said "No! You came!" He looked at me sharply. "What?" "Cum. It makes babies when you fuck a girl." "WHAT?!" "Didn't Dad ever explain this to you?" "NO!" "He has some books somewhere. I'll find them for you. Don't say ANYTHING to him, though! I'll be in deep shit!" "OK, I won't." I looked at my hand, joined by Marc's close examination, and noted it was kind of clear, kind of hazy. "That's cum?" he asked. "Yep," I said and got up to go wash my hand. He was asking me a million questions, so I went into Dad's den and found the books he had used with me and gave them to Marc to figure out. "Seth, how came I made cum when I wasn't doing it with a girl?" I laughed again. "Any time you make your dick feel good, it will shoot that shit." "Huh." Not a question, simply a statement. It was his bedtime, though, and so I took him to our room, tucked him in (Dad made me promise to), thanked him and said goodnight. I cleaned up in the living room and tried to watch TV. I just couldn't totally focus though. I know I shouldn't, but man I wanted those lips on my cock again!! Finally I decided to go to bed. I slept well and remembered dreaming about Marc sucking on my dick. In the morning when I awoke with raging wood, I got up and pissed. On my way back to bed I noticed Marc looking at me. Or at my inflated cock. Shit! I had gone to bed naked! I realized. Oh well. Seeing those green eyes looking at me was enough to get my dick super hard again. I walked to his bed, his eyes following me the whole time. "How about you do that for me again bro?" "Put it in my mouth?" "Uh huh. It's called a blowjob, and I could really go for one right now." I spotted motion under his blanket and noticed he was rubbing his crotch. I smiled, sat down and started rubbing his hard cock through the blanket. "Pleeeeezzz?" I begged, playfully curling my lower lip into a pout. He laughed at that and nodded his head yes. I quickly leapt up and stood by his head. He leaned up and started sucking on my dick. If there is a heaven, it has to feel like this! I thought. But then he stopped. "It's too uncomfortable!" he complained. I stood back and had him sit on the edge of his bed. When I moved back up, he returned my hard-on to his incredible mouth and began sucking it again. Soon I had my hand on his head guiding him again. I couldn't take it though! So I pulled away and went to my bed, directing him with my head, and lay down, my back propped against the headboard. I spread my legs wide and watched him bend over and take my dick again. As he sucked, I reached over and shoved his PJs down. His little prick popped out, and I took hold of it and started stroking him. This proved to be a good combination, because as I stroked him, his bobbing motions increased on my knob. After a bit this position wasn't working for me, so I scooted over and had him kneel on the bed, his ass pointing toward my face. With one hand I jerked him off. After a moment of staring at his ass, I put my other hand on it and rubbed the silky skin. I got to wondering how tight his ass was. I knew people sometimes fucked in the ass. Well, faggots mostly, but it had to feel good if they were doing it so much. But once again I was getting close, and so my thoughts returned to my brother working my cock. I guided his head up and down now as I continued stroking his dick. It seemed like he wasn't going to be far behind me. Sure enough right after I blew my load, once again gagging him, as well as having to force his head to stay down on my dick, I felt him shiver followed by the familiar warmth on my hand. As if exhausted, he lowered himself to my bed and just lay there. Not a word was spoken between us. Until I heard Dad walking down the hallway. There will be a part 2.