Date: Thu, 02 Dec 2021 07:09:35 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Houseboy - Ch 3 Houseboy by TheRealCOG & Underjug ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: https://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Chapter 3 Morgan not only fucked little Troy-boy again the next morning but he also got blown in the shower. It was absolute heaven. Fate had really done the big stud a good turn, delivering such a sexy kid brother to mess around with. Of course, then Troy had to go and ruin everything. It happened after dinner on the couch when Morgan was putting the moves on the tween with the expectation of receiving a nice, long, sensuous hummer. But once more Troy got all whiny. "C'mon, bro, you said you'd suck me after I graduated!" Morgan tried to ignore the bellyaching, but the brat wriggled away and even had the nerve to glare. The older sibling sat back and gave a look of irritation. "Listen, dweeb, I ain't some little bitch you can tell to suck it," Morgan snapped. "I'll do it when - and only when - I say so." Troy sighed, knowing it was no use arguing with Morgan. The little brother understood that fact better than anyone. But in the moment he couldn't help himself. With conviction in his voice, Troy declared, "I don't think you ever intended to do me back." "What, you callin' me a liar?" "It's just, you promised and-" "I said it'd be LATER and it's still LATER. Fuck, bro, we got a good thing here." "For you, maybe, I don't-" "You know how many dudes in college were beggin' for a piece of me? I literally had to beat 'em off with my fuck stick. And now you, you lucky little nimrod, you got all summer with this, no lineups on the Morgan ride." "I appreciate you giving me a chance to-" "Ya got a funny way of showin' your appreciation, Troy-boy." "Ok, ok, you're right. Here, take my ass." Troy bent over to present his now-loosened but still-tight butthole. "Don't know if I want it now." "Seriously, bro, it's all yours to do whatever." For once, Morgan was actually too pissed to take advantage of the kid's behind. He got up and gave those smooth buns a hard slap. "I didn't hafta come home and look after you, you know. I coulda stayed with my friends in the city, went partying 'til all hours, got laid as much as I wanted. But no, I'm here lookin' after you 'cause the only other choice was Aunt Sherry. And you know she'd a brung her dogs who piss wherever they want and she'd a spent all her time tryin' to convert ya to her dumbass religion. I didn't want that for my little bro. So I came home." "Morgan, I, uh-" "I thought we were havin' a good time. You was gettin' off, I was gettin' off. But no, you hafta whine like a little bitch-ass punk and accuse me of bein' a liar." Morgan stomped off to the kitchen. He needed another beer. Troy was royally screwed. Even though he was totally in the right. It wasn't obvious when he was a kid, but now almost a teen he realized half the time - maybe more - his big bro never followed through on his promises. Just because he'd dared to speak up, Troy was gonna miss out on getting gay with that slab o' cock and that rockin' bod. He even liked that handsome face and manly hair and pubes. The reality of his predicament started to sink in. No more fucking, no more blowing, no more jacking. "Aw, hell." Troy marched into the kitchen and found Morgan closing the fridge and popping the tab on a can of beer. Words nearly spilled from the little brother's mouth - before it became clear that talking was useless. So Troy marched right up and shoved the quarter-mast cock in his mouth as his big brother took a swig. Under the sound of gulps from above, Troy worked his lips on the hardening shaft. Yeah! This was a smart move. But suddenly, Morgan's hand shoved him away. "I didn't say you could do that, twerp." Troy wouldn't take no for an answer. He pitched forward and slobbed on the knob. This time Morgan shoved him down to the kitchen floor. Troy tilted his head back and was at least pleased to see the monster cock pulsing up to half-mast. The 12-year-old tried to get up, but the bare foot of the 19-year-old pinned him down. "You want it, this time you hafta work for it." The little brother squirmed; however, the big brother was powerful and easily kept the boy a prisoner. It was humiliating for Troy, sure, yet it was also boning him up. And it was certainly having the same effect on Morgan. "No more bitching," Morgan insisted. The little brother nodded. "No more whining," Morgan went on. Again, the little brother nodded. Suddenly, Troy was hauled up and bent over the kitchen table. Before anything else could be said, Morgan had his dick lubed up and buried inside the tween. "OWWWW!!!" Troy gasped. "What was that?" Panting, the middle-schooler moaned out, "P-Please d-do it harder..." Morgan grinned. "That's what I thought." After downing the rest of his beer and tossing the crushed can, Morgan pounded his kid brother hard right there where the family ate dinner. And this time, the muscular young man didn't bother being gentle. "Ahh!" shouted Troy splayed out on the wooden tabletop. "You love it," insisted Morgan. "Ahh!" grunted Troy. "Say you love it." "I love it!" "Say to go harder!" "Go harder!" Troy grit his teeth as the erect python drilled a hole up his rear. Dayyyyy-um, big bro probably had bottoms lined up around the block, 'cause he knew how to punch the tunnel section that made fire and fizziness. Now Troy tried to slither his hand between his legs so he could beat off, but Morgan grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm down. "You're not gettin' anything now 'til I say, and right now I don't say." Morgan smirked. For the moment, Troy-boy seemed to have remembered his place. But the big brother had thought that before, so he had to be more mindful to keep the kid from forgetting who was in charge. Morgan fucked his little brother brutally over the table, grunting and panting with the effort. The cheap piece of furniture rocked and shook from the force of the fucking. The big teenager smacked the boy's smooth behind as he rode him, face alight with triumph. Only once Morgan was sated and his hot jizz was leaking down the inside of Troy's thigh did he lean in and say, "Ok, you can jack yourself now." His manmeat remained buried in the wrecked hole while the shaken tween reached down and furiously pulled his little pud. Troy was surprised to say the least - it took only 10 strokes before he was spooging the tabletop. Some squirts had almost reached his collarbone. Being fucked totally amped up his cums, despite the fact he wasn't a true bottom. "You're a little bottom slut, ain't ya?" growled Morgan. "Y-Yeah..." It was no use arguing. Troy sucked in air as Morgan unsheathed his fucksword all at once, leaving more fire than fizziness up his kiester. "I'm gonna screw that hole, cockwhore, 'til you know your place." Troy shivered, because he could totally imagine himself as a frat dude telling that to his bottom while pounding the guy's firm butt like hamburger. "A-All right..." "In your mouth, up your ass, all over your face, on your puny little bod - you want your big bro's jizz, don'tcha? Say it." "Th-This cockslut w-wants your jizz." "Good. Now get me another cold one, bitch," Morgan said, smacking that puny butt again. ** Morgan made use of his kid brother's holes regularly over the next week. To his relief, there were no further complaints or demands. So he even went back to giving Troy some more handjobs. Everything was back to how it should be until Morgan found the text messages. After receiving a very satisfying beej, he noticed Troy-boy had left his phone behind. The unlocked screen displayed an exchange: NEILM: WOAH! UR BRO REALLY DOES ALL THAT? TROY: YA KINDA BRUTAL BUT HEY ITS SEX YOU KNOW? I'M SO FUCKING HORNY NEILM: DUDE NOT COOL! AND KINDA GROSS TROY: SHUDDUP STRAIGHTBOY Morgan went over to where Troy was flopped on the couch. "Who the fuck are you bitching to about me?" "Hey, that conversation was totally private!" said Troy, even though the barking from Morgan made him feel instantly guilty. "You're goin' around blabbin' to strangers about what we do?!" Troy was dragged up by the arm. They were, of course, both naked, since big bro had decided since the kitchen table fuck that clothes would just get in the way when the mood struck him to nut. "Neil's no stranger, he's actually a good friend!" "I don't fucking care, who is this goober anyway?" "You know his family, it's the Marinovs, they've been here since-" "Wait. Marinov. That's not... Does he have a brother named Vern?" Troy was confused by Morgan's sudden change of tone. All of the anger disappeared in a poof and was replaced by a strange... eagerness. Similar to how Troy was when he'd first started learning how much he enjoyed sex. "Um... Yeah. Vern Marinov's his big brother. Why?" Morgan remembered his sophomore year of high school. Vern Marinov had been everything he ever wanted or hoped for. Strong, gorgeous, popular. QB on the football team, class president... Everyone loved and adored him. Morgan had crushed on Vern so hard. But he'd had a straight reputation to uphold and if Vern had been intolerant it would've been a disaster. No way would he have ever dared to approach the king of the high school gods back then. But now... Troy frowned at him. "Dude, you've got a weird look on your face..." Morgan took a second to remember why he was about to spank his bro's smooth, sexy butt. "So, uh, you're tight with this Nelson kid?" "Neil." "Whatever. You and him are buds?" Troy's eyes narrowed. "Yeah. Why? He's straight, so if you've got any weird ideas about-" "Naw, I don't give a fuck about your buddy Niles." "Neil!" the tween corrected him again. "Whatever! But this kid can probably get me in touch with Vern..." "Yeaaaahhhhh, I guess so," answered Troy. He realized his right arm that had been in Morgan's grip was now free. The big bro's hand was resting on his shoulder in that friendly way. It was pretty suspicious. "So, get back on chat and tell Nick to give you Vern's deets." "Oh my god, it's N...wait a second. Hold on." Troy stared even more suspiciously. "Why's this so important to you?" "Go get your phone, cockwhore, and find out about Vern or no dicking for you tonight. You want my load or not, cumrag?" A huge grin spread across Troy's face. "Dayyyyy-um, dude! You had a thing for Vern Marinov, didn't you?!" Morgan folded his arms and glared at his kid bro. "Phone. Deets. Now." Troy didn't move. He cocked his head to the side and eyed Morgan for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm pretty sure Vern's also straight, bro. So what's your play?" "My play is to spank your ass for bein' such a little bitch, then make you suck my dick and then get you to contact your dipshit little friend so I can get the info I need." Morgan hesitated. He could do all that, of course, but he'd still need the cooperation of a bratty kid bro who could make things difficult for him. "Ok, ok," assured Troy, holding out both hands to ward off the impending vicious noogie. "Of course I'll do that for you." He noticed his big brother relax. "That's better, dickslut. Now..." Morgan snapped his fingers. "Chat away to - what's-his-name." "Neil. I'll get on it." "Attaboy, your cell's in the-" "Right after my BJ." Troy could see his big brother stiffen, and not the cock-hardening kind. "The fuck you just say?" "You heard me. I wanna try it with you lying on your side on the rumpus room floor here and me kneeling in front of your face and fucking your mouth." Morgan flexed his considerable biceps. "You wanna try that again, Troy-boy?" The middle-schooler flinched for a second but then just smiled up at him. "I said, you suck me and I'll hook you up with your crush." Morgan went scarlet with fury. "You little bitch. Think ya can just boss me around? Someone's forgettin' who the big brother is around here!" His younger sibling shrugged. "Nope. I'm just saying, you got something I want and I got something you want." Morgan considered his options. Vern was the one who got away, the perfect sexy stud that all others were compared to. The teen had always hoped to run into the guy again somewhere, somehow. But letting his dweeby little brother get the better of him? No way that could be allowed. "Ya know what? Screw you, dork. I can get Vern on my own. And you lost dick privileges for good this time." It only took five hours for Morgan to break. He'd put on his clothes and drove into town on his own. Normally Troy would be riding shotgun, since his big brother loved getting road head. Not this time. Taking advantage of the situation, Troy met up with his friend first to make sure their conversation would remain private. Neil was such a bud and totally cool about it, saying he couldn't judge since he and his college-aged girl cousin had fooled around last year. Troy found out Vern was, as suspected, completely straight. But Neil promised to go along with the story that his brother was a closet case who'd only dated girls as a cover. Morgan returned to the stead and restocked the brews and frozen dinners. With that done, he headed to Troy's room and leaned casually against the doorjamb. "You actually get me a phone number an' some info about Vern, then I'll give your little weenie a few licks." Troy didn't even look up from the gay porn he was watching. "Nope." "I'm not kiddin' around here, Troy-boy." The little brother smiled inwardly. There was a distinct lack of aggression in Morgan - sure, the words coming out of his mouth may have been tough but he was definitely holding himself back. Weakness. That's what it was! The same weakness that Troy had shown when he desperately wanted the experience of actual sex as well as learning how to be an effective top. "Look," said Troy, "I tell you what, you suck me off and I'll get you Vern. That's fair, right?" The tween wondered if Morgan would even remember those were pretty much the exact same words his big bro had used when promising to swap BJs. Apparently not, because the dude looked deep in thought. Some part of Morgan was impressed by his kid bro's cajones for pulling this stunt. Of course, he was going to have to take it out of that smooth little hide later on, but the fact was he was beat. "Ya, fine, whatever." Morgan saw Troy's eyes widen in shock at the concession. But that was all the boy had time for before the strapping teen pounced. The briefs went flying and Morgan swooped in and took the tiny wang into his mouth. The big bro figured the one saving grace was that it wouldn't take very long to get the little brat off. "Yyyyyeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." moaned Troy. The sudden intensity of suction was everything he'd hoped it would be. It was like his junk was being stretched into a pleasant whirlpool, pulling him forward into its vortex. His hands rested lightly on Morgan's head. Everything about getting a BJ was incredible... ...until those tiny needles. Something wasn't quite right. Troy had the urge to pull out, but the need to be sucked kept him from unplugging his dick. "Ow, dude," complained the little brother. Suddenly, the pleasant whirlpool returned and the overwhelmed youth sighed with contentment. Then the needles came back a-pokin'. "Hey! Yow!" Troy reluctantly yanked out his dick. "Geez, you're supposed suck not grind your teeth." "What the fuck, I don't need oral lessons from my little brother," growled Morgan and he tried to clamp onto the junk again. But Troy retreated from the older teen's mouth. "Hold it. Are you intentionally trying to wreck my first suck job?" Morgan's face darkened. "Look, ya wanna get blown or not?" "Screw this, Morgan, our deal's off," insisted Troy as he slipped on his briefs. "Hey! You promised!" seethed Morgan as he made a grab to strip Troy again. "Do you even REMEMBER how I said I wanted it?" "Oh god, someone's bein' a little bitch again." "Forget about me putting in a good word to Vern if this is what he can expect from you." "I... Ok, princess, how ya want it?" "Not listening." "All right... All RIGHT. Troy. How'd ya like your blowjob?" "Rumpus room floor. You lying down on your side. Me kneeling in front and fucking your face."