Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2024 22:36:23 -0800 From: gayD Subject: Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother, Chapter 4 Fuck, this is embarrassing. LISTEN UP DEAR READERS: I may be the author of this story, but this skinny 15-year-old baby twink bro, Timmy, and his big 230# muscle hunk Marine brother are driving me crazy. I promised you 4 chapters. But these two battling brothers are engaging in more weird and degenerate DOM-sub shit. They now require 5 chapters! Is there ever going to be peace in this family? I have written tons of erotic porn stories. Most are too intense and too graphic to be approved for inclusion here. So they are posted on https://www.gayties.com/. (You have to join, but membership is free.) This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. (BTW, please support Nifty.org, a critical "library" site for us authors and readers of this fine material.) Kyle Submts to his Baby Brother Chapter 4 out of fucking 5 The new erotic relationship between the boys had been going on for two-and-a-half months. It was unresolved and tense. Timmy was consistently pushing, manipulating, and controlling big bro. Kyle was a "yes man" to whatever his dick wanted at the time. However, Mendi gave up on him, and he struggled to get any ongoing dates with other females. All became one or two-night stands. What do you expect when you can't get it up? Kyle mowed the lawn on one of the weekends home, as usual. The athletic-built, dark-tanned Marine was clad only in his dog tags and skimpy bikini briefs. Yes, it's embarrassing! But it's little brother Timmy's rule that Kyle maintains his beautiful tan. So, as "required" by little bro, he must wear only the skimpiest thong when working outside, even in the front yard. Kyle HATED wearing those exhibitionistic bikinis. He hated being shown off. It was humiliating and embarrassing to be seen dressed like a fagot whore. That bikini "uniform" was required by Timmy because he figured out that Kyle had a dark secret need to be publicly humiliated. Yes, Timmy used whatever weakness -- erotic turn-ons - he discovered in his big bro to manipulate him and use them as bait to draw the Marine deeper and deeper into Timmy's sticky web. Little bro played his cards very well. Their parents didn't know that Kyle was sucking dick and taking it up the ass. They had no idea that he was hanging around with street gang twink faggots, or how Timmy bossed him around when they were alone. Timmy's straight A's and cute, boyish appearance went a long way to remain their parent's favorite. Timmy kept his sadistic, erotic identity well hidden. Their parents were proud of the "little one," who would make it through college and graduate as a genius, maybe a future lawyer or an MD. Kyle had disappointed his parents by quitting college and focusing only on sports, the military, and girls. A few months ago, Kyle had been happy with his life. But all that changed when Timmy brought out his gay side and took charge. He had never expected what had happened and still had to accept his nerdy twink bro's manipulations and schemes. Of course, Kyle would never admit that he found that behavior extremely erotic. Finally, Kyle finished the lawn. He pushed the mower into the garage and went to the kitchen, red-faced, soaked in sweat, and dying of thirst. Timmy was reading a comic book and heard his mother and Aunt Margie laughing from the living room. Saturday was the traditional coffee and gossiping time for the two women. Having learned his lesson, Kyle suspiciously rejected the opened beer can Timmy was offering him. "Nah, relax, Kyle. It's not spiked, bro," Timmy smirked while his hand wiped across his brother's sweaty abs. Kyle leaned back to avoid his brother's touch. "Better safe than sorry," Kyle muttered while fetching a new beer from the fridge. He took a big sip of the ice-cold beer with one hand resting on his hip. "No need to trick you, big bro. I can have you any time." Timmy reached playfully for his brother's crotch and squeezed the hefty bulge barely contained by the tiny bikini fabric. "Fuck! Stop that shit!" Kyle jumped and brushed Timmy's hand away. But his younger brother continued to charge at him, trying to pull his G-string down. Kyle grabbed Timmy's wrists, turned him around, and forced the teen's arms across his chest. "Look at this obscene outfit you make me wear while mowing the front yard lawn. A fucking G-string?" FUCK! A big muscled Marine in the front yard, wearing a fucking G-string! "Why? Are you suddenly shy? Besides, I'm now the boss. I now decide what you wear." Timmy laughed while he pushed his ass backward onto his brother's bulging groin until he felt close contact with the meaty prick. He knew his brother all too well. After one month at the base, the stud was horny as hell when he came home on weekends. Timmy ground his ass into Kyle's groin. A surprised grunt and the swelling of the bulge told him that he was achieving the desired effects. Kyle knew what his brother was up to and tried to step backward. He wanted to slip away, but his back was already pressed against the fridge door. He was trapped, and the brat continued to wriggle his ass. Kyle's dick responded fast. "Hey, leave the little one alone, will you?" their mother had entered the kitchen. "He started it," Kyle protested while nervously trying to squirm his pelvis away from the bucking hips of his teen brother. "No, he's bullying me again," Timmy was suddenly sobbing but did not back away from his brother. "That's not fair." Their mom responded, "A big, strong Marine like you should not treat his little brother like that. And look at you, dressed in that... that... tiny thing, like an indecent whore. Just stop picking on your innocent brother." "Mom, he started it," Kyle said with a sullen voice. "Leave him. It's enough! And put on something decent; your Aunt Margie is here." their mother's voice went stern. With a sigh of resignation, Kyle released Timmy. "OK, now hug your little brother," their mother pleaded. Timmy turned around and faced Kyle. Quickly and unnoticed by his mother, Timmy reached behind his brother's back and pulled the briefs, exposing Kyle's dimpled butt. As Timmy hugged his big bro, he ran his fingertips up and down to tickle Kyle's ass crack. His groin rubbed against his brother's erecting dick. Little bro was careful to use his body to hide Kyles's near nakedness from their mom. Kyle had just managed to pull his thong back up when, to his utter embarrassment, his dick betrayed him again and rose to an impressive erection, pushing itself out of the thin pouch fabric. His entire 9-inch cock was on the loose and now jutting out. Kyle freaked and froze. He was throwing a huge fucking boner in front of their mother! Well, it was hidden by Timmy's body. Then, the wicked prankster in Timmy emerged. He started to step away from Kyle to let their mom see just what the perverted older Marine brother was proudly displaying. Kyle quickly and tightly grabbed Timmy and spun him around so they were face to face. Then he squeezed his little bro into a full embrace. I was not a loving hug but a tight, desperate grip around Timmy to keep him close, to keep him from exposing his dick by stepping away. He needed his little bro as his shield and kept him between himself and the two women. While embracing Timmy and trying to appear playfully, he whispered into Timmy's ear, "You move, and I swear, you die!" "Now, see, you boys can be nice to each other. That's what I like to see." Their mother returned her conversation. "Yes, Mom," both brothers replied. Kyle hissed, enraged, "You are such a mean, cowardly bastard, you know? You've got a big mouth only when Mom or Dad is around. Just be warned, I'll get you alone one day, and then I'll teach ya' some respect!" "Oh really?" Timmy grinned. "You are the one throwing a fucking boner every weekend when you're home! Why do you blame me if you can't control your big old nasty prick?" "You faggot, you'll never understand," Kyle replied with a red face. "It's the normal thing to do for a healthy gay man," Timmy told him. "Normal! No fucking queer is normal..." Timmy interrupted his brother. "Well... you seemed to find it normal enough when I screwed you, huh?" "That was just `cause I've been away without any women. And ..." Timmy pushed his brother away. "I don't think so. You fucking get boners around me because that's who you are, at least, from now on, jarhead!" "Liar!" Kyle snorted. "Oaf!" Timmy retorted. "Mama's boy!" Kyle smirked. "Well, if you have the guts, why don't we decide here and now who's the boss, huh?" Timmy challenged. "What do you mean?" Kyle frowned suspiciously. "Exactly what I said, dumbo! Show me what you've got!" Timmy said. "But Mom. Aunt Margie." Kyle didn't get it. "The one who cums first loses!" Timmy said. Kyle did not have a clue what Timmy was talking about or what the test was. But said, "I won't cum first. I'm a Marine." Kyle exclaimed. "So, then you are in?" Timmy asked slyly. "Yeah!" Kyle replied, not sure about what Timmy had in mind. "OK, then." Timmy unzipped his baggy cargo pants. Kyle watched in disbelief as his little brother pulled his dick out and started to stroke... right there in the kitchen, with their mom in the next room, distracted, chatting with their aunt. "What?" the startled Marine stammered. "They're going to see us!" "It's a cockfight, jarhead. Whoever cums first will be the winner's slave until the end of the year," Timmy said, and then... he just let his pants fall to the floor and step out of them. "Are you fucking nuts! You can't strip naked here!" "I'm leaving my shirt on, Timmy said, "See, my long shirt tail covers my ass just fine. Mom and Aunt Margie will think I'm wearing briefs. That is... as long as I don't turn around and face them." He giggled. "But here? Now? Are you crazy? Mom could come in any moment; we'll get caught for sure, and you'll talk yourself out of it, saying it's my fault." Kyle objected. "Bullshit, Mom is busy chatting with Aunt Margie. And besides, what's wrong with being daring? He looked at the living room door. His mother's and his aunt's voices could be heard. Was he falling into one of the brat's cunning traps again? "Now listen, I'll cover you, and she will never realize." Timmy said while he lubed his hand from a can of shortening from the kitchen cupboard, "Honestly!" "I don't understand," Kyle said, still hesitating. "Sit down, jarhead!" 15-year-old Timmy pulled Kyle's G-string down and off, displaying his full body. Kyle was fucking naked with his mom and aunt, only 40 feet away! Timmy also stepped out of his pants. Then, he pushed Kyle into a chair facing his mother in the other room and quickly straddled Kyle's lap, facing him. So they sat face to face. However, Timmy was still wearing an oversized shirt with its shirttail hanging down, covering his bare ass and Kyle's bare lap. They looked like two brothers engaged in a playful hug to an unsuspecting observer. And one would just assume they had on briefs. They would appear "safe" to the two chatting women if... they did not enter the kitchen. "Oh, come on, look at you! I'll crush your tiny 7-inch prick in no time with my 9-incher," the Marine smirked, "and then I'll make you suck me off, just for starters." "Oh look, Margie, my boys are being so kind to each other," their mom said. See how nice and respectable they behave?" It's good they didn't walk into the kitchen to confirm anything. "OK, big bro, simple rules," Timmy told him, "Each of us can touch the other dick in any way he wants to try to get him to cum first. Whoever comes first loses." "We can't do this here. Mom will see us!" "My back is to them. My shirt is blocking their view. They will see nothing. But... if you make too much noise... Yeah, they probably will come in here. So just shut the fuck up." Timmy continued, "If you touch my dick, you have to touch yours also. Touch both or none. No fair jerking on only the opponent's dick." Kyle looked down and noticed that both erect dicks were pointed up, and Timmy was adjusting them to be side by side. He even scooted closer to Kyle's belly to be sure the dicks were in full-length contact with each other, though Kyle's was a little taller. Kyle started by encircling both dick with his hands. "Oh no, not like that, bro," Timmy pushed Kyle's hands away and closed his smaller hands around the two hard cocks. Timmy scooted himself closer to Kyle, so now their balls touched. He began to grind his groin into Kyle's. Timmy started to rock back and forth, his bare ass sliding on Kyle's sweaty naked thighs. Timmy released the entwined dicks and instinctively grabbed his brother's hips to assist in rocking. "Yeah," Timmy whispered," you like that, don't you? I am riding you raw, my big horny stallion." Then added, "No fucking cunt bitch can treat you like I can." "Fuck you! I don't like it. I ain't no fucking queer," Kyle hissed angrily. "Maybe not yet, bro, but soon," Timmy used one of his hands to Kyle's pecs and began pinching his nipples. "Ahhhhhh," Kyle moaned. "Shhhhh, keep it down," Timmy whispered. "You liked it when I busted your cherry for the first time," Timmy said. "Actually, you were moaning like a cheap whore in heat. Couldn't get enough? Begging for more?" Timmy rested his head on one of Kyle's sweaty shoulders. Kyle felt Timmy's breath on his neck. His brother's nose was now nuzzling into his neck. Soft bites ignited little burning spots at his earlobes, around his throat, and under his chin. They were sending thrilling sensations into his system. The damn brat knew all too well how to make Kyle hot. "Shut the fuck up and stop it!" Kyle was trying to squirm away while Timmy started to pull his nipples, knowing that this would turn on his brother even more. Indeed, it wasn't before long when Timmy felt the two meaty nipple knobs of purple flesh rising from the broad centers of those defined muscle pecs. "Ahhhhhhh..." Against his will, a satisfied moan escaped from Kyle's lips while his brother squeezed his nipples between his fingers and wiggled the sensitive tit buttons back and forth between them. "And you liked it when I fucked the cum out of you while I had you bent over your precious bike." Timmy continued to torture his brother with embarrassing but exciting memories from the past. "You liked it when I paddled the cum out of you, didn't you?" "Ahhhhhhh..." "Admit it!" "No, I won't." Kyle relived the delicious pain radiating through his ass, remembering his first spanking since his childhood. This time, it had not been his Dad, but his little brother he instinctively surrendered to, and accepted Timmy's superiority... even as he refused to "admit it." All the sex talk was making Kyle too excited. Of course, that was part of Timmy's plan. Kyle's athletic Marine body had been squirming like that of a sex slut. Kyle never realized that Timmy was doing all the erotic teasing as a plan. They were supposed to take turns teasing each other, but Kyle was lost in the receiving end of all the incredible erotic sensations he was getting. Why would he interrupt Timmy? Kyle's eyes were closed. He was in a fabulous daze of erotic bliss, mindlessly moaning quietly. Kyle didn't notice when Timmy slipped one finger under Kyle's balls to tickle big bro's ass hole, at least on the ass lips. So, with one hand, he slowly pumped Kyle's dick, and with the other, he was now wiggling his finger at big bro's ass door. Kyle was so engrossed in pleasure that he didn't know Timmy was cheating by working only Kyle's dick and not touching his own. What a wicked, evil cheater Timmy is, but he was getting away with it. In his dream-like state, Kyle visualized his little brother fucking him when he was bent over his bike seat. Involuntarily, Kyle was moving his hips up and down by tightening and relaxing his glutes slowly and continuously. Kyle was unwittingly humping that fully inserted finger into the Marine's hungry asshole. "Ahhhhhh." Timmy whispered, "You need to get fucked, don't you?" "Ahhhhh..." And there you go. Timmy's authority over big bro was to merely get Kyle charged up erotically. What a dumb fuck jock. Like all jock bone heads, his dick overpowered reason and will. Timmy pushed and ground rhythmically and sensed his brother's meat swelling more and more. Desperately, Kyle placed his hands on Timmy's exposed chest. "Oh yeah, dude," Timmy laughed. "Don't let me do all the work." Kyle then placed his mouth on Timmy's nipple and began licking and then sucking. "Yeah, brother, suck my tit," Timmy commanded. "Now, isn't that better than a bitch sow's utter?" "Mmmmppfhhh," Kyle replied meekly. "Yeah, no fucking whore cunt like Mindi, or anyone else with a pussie, can replace me, right bro?" "Stop, that's enough! I quit. This is bullshit," Kyle said firmly. He didn't like his girlfriend to be insulted, even though they were no longer a couple. It's all a part of the tug-a-war orchestrated by little bro. To shut his brother up, Timmy's mouth closed over his brother's, and his tongue danced inside the jock's sexy mouth. Simultaneously he removed his finger from Kyle's ass and playfully tickled-tortured Kyle's sweaty armpits. Kyle knew he was going down. He had been too close to the edge for a safe return. The brat was all over him, kissing, biting, squeezing, and tickling. His body wanted relief, and he could not put up any substantial resistance. "Fuck, yeah." he moaned in resignation. "Slide your ass forward a bit," Timmy whispered. And Kyle mindlessly obeyed. Now Kyle's body was leaning back against the chair. Without a moment's hesitation, Timmy stood up, pressed his belly against Kyle's chest, and slid down, planting his ass over Kyle's towering dick. "Ahhhhh... Ahhhh... Ahhhhhh..." "Yeah, fuck your little bro!" Timmy told him in a low, husky voice. Then he kissed Kyle deeply, and their tongues were probing and rampaging throughout each other's mouths. "I hope you kids are playing nice there," their mother called out after looking up. But returned quickly to her intense conversation. "My sons are finally getting along so well, Margie. It makes me proud." Then Mom called out, "By the way, Kyle, you spend way too much time chasing girls. Every time you visit home, you talk about a different hussy. They're going to be your downfall. The little one does do that. He concentrates on what's important. You should take after your baby brother. And, by the way, show him some respect." Kyle, hearing his mom's support of Timmy and that he should obey the "little one," caused him to be on the verge of explosion. As Timmy continued to kiss, he used his sharp fingernails to pinch Kyle's nipples, and he did it hard, not letting go. "AAAAHHHHH," and Kyle blasted off, spurt after massive spurt into little bro's ass. Timmy kept squeezing his ass muscles, milking the last drops of Marine juice from Kyle. Timmy whispered, "I win. You lose. I win you." And after a minute, he quickly rose up to stand naked in front of big bro, except for his shirt with its back flap hanging down over his bare ass. Timmy, noticing the women were not looking their way, quickly ushered his dazed Marine up from the chair, out of the kitchen, and down the hall to his room. "Well, looks like I won." He repeated. "You shot your load like a horny fag bitch. My dick is still hard," Timmy said as he removed his shirt. Now, both brothers were utterly naked. Kyle was confused, or he pretended to be. He didn't want to admit he loved his little brother's in-charge attitude. "Now, how about I fuck you? Will it be up your muscle asshole or down your hungry throat?" "I... I... um... I..." Kyle was torn. He could not say. Timmy looked at his big bro's colossal erection, which never went down. He leaned over and used a fingertip to trace idly around the sensitive, twitching mushroom head. "Well... I'm waiting for an answer, Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson of the U.S. Marine." "AAAHHHHH! Whatever." "OK, so it does not matter to you if I fuck your ass or your throat, or... don't fuck you at all. Correct? "No, OK, you can fuck me." "I know I can fuck you if I want, Kyle, I'm asking for what you want." "OK." "Seems like you're not very energetic about getting fucked. Fine. OK, I'll get dressed and leave you be." He started to get some fresh clothes out of his dresser. "No. Please, Timmy. Don't leave." "Oh? Why is that?" "You can fuck me as you wish." "I already know that. I can fuck you anytime, anyplace, or not at all." And he started to step into clean underwear. "OK, OK, I want you to fuck me. OK? I said it." "Not very convincing, bro." "FOR FUCK SAKES! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY MOUTH! JUST PLAIN FUCK ME!" "Oh, big strong muscle-build US Marine is getting testy, is he?" "Sorry, Sir." "So, does my big brother want a fucking? Or... NEED a fucking?" Timmy continued to touch Kyle's now bobbing dick, teasing it slowly with a single fingertip. "AAAAHHHHHH! Please, for God's sake. Please, Timmy, I need a fucking. Please use me. Oh God! Please fucking use my holes." Timmy just looked at his big bro, not saying anything. Wanting him to plead further. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE! PLEASE FUCKING USE ME! PLEASE! USE MY ASSHOLE. USE MY MOUTH HOLE, I NEED YOU SO MUCH! FUCKING USE ME, PLEASE!" "Oh, that's interesting. You realize," Timmy spoke quietly and calmly, "a muscleman like you can easily punch my lights out in a single blow. You can just push me to the floor and jerk yourself off and leave, never to be bothered by me, your little skinny, twink baby brother. So, why don't you just fucking beat yourself off?" "You... you... won't... ah... let me." Kyle was nearly in tears. "Ah, and there you have it. The truth. You need me, don't you?" Timmy petted Kyle's head as he spoke softly. MY big bro, a muscled-bound, 6'1", 230-pound US Marine, needs his twinky, nerdy baby brother to control him, to give him permission." "Yes, please," Kyle whispered. "You need me to fuck your ass?" Timmy coached. "Yes." "To fuck your throat?" Yes." "To control you." "Yes." "You need to please me?" "Yes" "To make love to me?" "But we are brothers, I... I...." "What? You can't say you need to make love to me? To embrace me? To kiss me... all willingly?" This is the endpoint Timmy was leading him to. Kyle was just staring, thinking, looking confused. Wondering how to answer. Then, "OK." "Well, you don't communicate very well, do you? But actions do speak louder than words. First, I will let you kiss me." "Ah... OK." "I will let you start with kissing my ass. My asshole. You remember doing that before. If you can please my asshole better this time, we can go further." "Ah... well... OK?" "So lay on your back and get ready to work my asshole lovingly and with a purpose. And do it like it's the most important task you can ever do. You have one chance - this chance - to obey and please me, or... I'm out of here." Kyle laid back on the bed and waited for his little brother to sit on his face. Timmy got on the bed beside him but did not move further. "If you're waiting for me to sit on your mouth and force you to rim me, it's not happening." "What? Why?" "You're a big, strong, muscle man. I'm only 120 pounds, I'm here, right beside you. So, grab my hips, and lift my skinny body over your face to line up my asshole onto your wide-open mouth. Yes, you want me to control you, use you, abuse you? Then you must show me how much you want every part of me." He paused. "And, I want to hear you moan with delight and plead for more." Kyle did not want to lick anyone's asshole. Yes, he did it once before with Timmy, but that was a very different circumstance. That was when he thought his long-time girlfriend was outside the open window, in earshot, and Timmy threatened to call her inside while they were naked and sexual in the bedroom. If Timmy did that back then, he'd be exposed as a degenerate sex molester of a minor, his baby brother! He'd be disgraced. He'd be tossed out of the family, out of the military, and into a jail cell. Back then, he had no choice. Now, there was no threat. In fact, Kyle could get what he always said he wanted, to be left alone by his baby brother. To be free to date all the women he desired. What's that saying? `Be careful what you wish for.' Kyle could just refuse, get up and leave. End of story. But... Timmy had presented a powerful demonstration of lust and sexual wonder. It was incredible! It's not that Timmy was the great Master, but he did expose Kyle to gay sex and all kinds of erotic behavior and sensations, which hooked big bro by the balls, big time. There was one other component of Kyle's surrender that grabbed his interest. Submissiveness. For the first time in his life, this muscle jock was being overpowered by his little brother. He felt like he was being made to obey, to be used, to be a sex toy, or, as Timmy stressed, to be his gay lover. He was being manipulated into a weird but erotically pleasing behavior. Kyle's dilemma was that he did not want to give up Mindi, not because he was terribly attracted to her, but because she gave him cover to pretend to be 100% straight. And, he did not want to give little Timmy because he gave him the real prospect of a wonderful erotic life. Kyle sighed and gave way to the immediate demands of his boner's desires. He surrendered to his 15-year-old twink baby brother. He looked at the naked twerp and, with both strong hands, lifted the boy's ass over his mouth. Timmy did nothing to help. He simply sat in those big, strong hands held up by those muscular arms. Again, it was the boy's rim-chair-like "throne." Then Kyle lowered his arm so that his elbows rested on the mattress. His forearms were like the sturdy legs of the "chair." Now Timmy's cute little tight ass was securely set on Kyle's lips. All Kyle needed to do was open his mouth. Big bro was hesitant. Timmy had learned what he needed to do to encourage him. From his "hand-formed" rim seat, his feet rested on Kyle's chest, right on those mounded pecs. Kyle knew what was coming. It took months, but he now came to realize that he could not resist the "little one's" prurient, lewd seduction. Kyle whisper-begged, "Please don't." It was hard to speak clearly with little bro's ass lips resting on his lips. Timmy curled his toes and lightly scrapped his nails across Kyle's nipples. "AAAAHHHH. Please don't, Timmy, please..." And then it started. Those toenails grabbed onto Kyle's nipple nubs and, at first, just held them in his toe-grasp. Timmy used to just quickly pinch, pull, slap, punch. But he acquired a powerful tool to tear down musclemen, at least this one. Timmy learned to mind-fuck Kyle by filling him with uncontrollable, boner-building anticipation. He did nothing hastily. No, he tortured Kyle by making him wait. He held off his impending seductive attacks for a long time. Hell, neither he nor Kyle were going anywhere. Hopeless, Kyle's only recourse was to plead and beg for his little brother to use and abuse him. The muscled Marine wanted to yell, "JUST FUCKING DO SOMETHING! GOD DAMN IT PLEASE!" As if Timmy could read that thought, he began to massage and pull on those nipples with his toes. Actually, it was not big bro's thought he was reading. It was Kyle's trembling body, quivering dick, and moaning grunts that signaled his complete and desperate capitulation. Kyle thought, "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" BINGO! Kyle's tongue snaked out and began licking Timmy's 15-year-old ass crack. Up and down, slowly, teasingly, remaining silent as he executed his plan masterfully and patiently. Timmy raked and scratched those nipples until they piqued like tiny mountains. Kyle licked the boy's ass crack more vigorously but still did not penetrate Timmy's asshole with his tongue. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Kyle's dick grew to its full 9-inch length as he licked Timmy's ass crack. "AAAAAHHHH!" To be continued... Wow! Is Kyle learning how to rim ass? The cute little ass of his 120#baby twink brother? Is he actually into it... or is the big, strong, 6'1", 230# pound Marine just pretending? But he got a huge erection. I wonder if this is something like temporary erotic insanity? You know, dear reader, these two brothers are driving me crazy. I'm the author, and I can't control what the fuck they get into! Look for the final chapter.... 5. And you will not believe the conclusion! Let me know your thoughts on what you just read. My name is Bruce Darkforce, and my email is: gaydic@gmail.com. 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