Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1999 19:40:28 PST From: Debonair Subject: SUBURBAN SINNERS (b/b, inc.) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually explicit material. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Feel free to distribute this story or archive it at your favorite site without altering its content. English is not my mother's tongue, I apologize for the mistakes. (boy/boy, incest) SUBURBAN SINNERS by DEBONAIR I was just about to clean the aquarium when the phone rang. On the other the end of the line, the voice of my boss greeted me with a tone of urgency. The man never even saluted me in the corridors and I imagined it was a prank call at first. "Mark! I have a big favor to ask you!" he said. "What can I do for you sir?" "My wife Karen got ticket for the opera tonight. Aida. A big egyptian crappy thing. She's got her heart set on it. So I need somebody to babysit for the kids. I'm really desperate here. You have to say yes." "I don't know sir. I've got big plans myself." The man wasn't exactly turning on the charm. It was obvious I was the last choice on the list and he had run out of names to call. A good enough reason to decline the chore and piss off the arrogant bastard. Then again, he was the kind of manager who didn't evaluate the value of an employee by the quality of his work. But more by his ability to brown nose. I certainly didn't wanna miss the opportunity to improve my status. There was that other thing to consider. Since I had discovered my attraction to young boys, I always avoided babysitting for anybody. The sheer temptation would definitly gnaw at my soul if I was left alone with any of these mischievous creatures. The two sons of my boss were pretty darlings. I had seen their pictures on his desk. "Come on Mark! I ain't got all day. The opera starts in twenty minutes." he urged me on. "I really can't sir. I have a date tonight." "Cancel it. I want you here now! I'll make sure your expense account doubles on monday." "I--I--I--" I stammered nervously. "Okay then. Me and Karen are leaving right away. Come by the house. The kids will let you in." -=- The suburban house was immense. A testimony to the profitability of pollutox inc. I took a mental note to ask for a raise before pressing on the doorbell. The cheeky monkey who opened the door was the second born of the couple. "Hi Mister! My name is Nicholas and this is my brother Stephen!" he sang, pointing his stubby index finger at another lad sprawled on the couch. "And I am Captain Kirk!" I replied, drinking in the kid's exhuberance. "No you're not!" he giggled. The older brother glanced at me with a distinctive sneer. I could almost here him think: 'What a moron'. He was a sullen kind of boy. About twelve, sturdy yet still trapped in a child's body. His silky light brown bangs cascaded on his forehead, almost covering his evil eyes. I figured he had been denied the job of taking care of his little brother. The responsibility probably snatched from under his feet by an overprotective mother. Might as well let him sulk I said to myself. Turning my attention to the seven-year-old imp, I tickled his tummy through his t-shirt. His high-pitched squeals echoed in the hall until he crumbled to the floor. The young rascal was quite stunning. His hair very blond on top of his little head. A delicious freckled nose in the middle of his mug and a smile under it that could melt the coldest mobsters. I introduced myself sincerely as Mark and took a seat next to the quiet twelve-year-old. "Hi!" I exclaimed. He retorted with the same word, retaining his gaze on the television. Some kind of stupid MTV show was playing. I watched Nicholas construct a sculpture of legos and joined him on the carpet. The colorful blocks had been part of my childhood also. Browsing through scattered legos had me feeling like a little boy again. Young Nick was elated to see me at his altitude. I began assembling an elaborate plane hoping to impress the delighful child. All the time I admired the randy kid. The way he moved. The way his face made the most beautiful expressions as he searched for the right piece to fit on his work in progress. He wasn't wearing any socks and I longed to put a whole feet in my mouth to nibble on his wiggly toes. Even more disturbing for my repressed libido. He had the baggiest white tennis shorts on his loins. Under them, oversized briefs with the face of Mickey Mouse etched in the cotton. My hands were shaking as I continued my plane. My eyes lingering between his legs to peek at his groin. When he shifted his elfen body, I could sometime see the contours of a small testicle. At other times, the tip of his uncircumcised dickie would make a surprise appearance. I was going mad suddenly. Sweat trickling under my armpits. My cock twitching in my jeans. The older boy was staring intently at the music videos and I could rejoyce in the obscene display of undevelopped genitalia. "Do you have a big pee-pee? My brother has a big one!" the skinny child commented out of the blue. "Shut up Nick!" the elder snapped, rescuing me from an embarassing question. The youngster bowed his head and pursued assembling a house. For a whole hour I glimpsed at the rugrat's crotch. Getting dizzy. My plane was finally completed and Nicholas robbed it from my hands for a test flight. He pranced in the living room, making engine noises, whirling around like a spinning top. "It's MY toy!" I pouted, pretending to be disgruntled. The angel leaned over my face and kissed my nose. His wet lips leaving a humid circle before he returned to his play. "It's nine o'clock kiddo. Time to go to bed." I muttered, recalling my duty as a guardian. "Noooo. Not yet. I'm not tired." Nicholas whined. "Tell you what. If you get your pajamas on, I'll let you stay up another fifteen minutes." I bargained with the bubbly tyke. "Ok!" He dashed to his bedroom and came back with his Lion King pjs. I had not planned seeing the boy undress and took great pleasure as he removed his t-shirt. Sitting next to Stephen, I contemplated his immature torso. His tiny pink nipples over a protruding rib cage. A cute bellybutton at the center of his taunt belly. He pulled down his shorts and undies without an ounce of shyness. I almost fainted. The kid's little wiener and nuts were in plain view of my boyloving eyes. Along with a glorious set of spankable mounds glowing in the light of a table lamp. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Stephen had veered his gaze away from the television, onto his brother's naked form. A visible tent in his blue gym pants, at the junction of his slender legs, confirmed his fierce arousal. He was not a teenager yet but the dimension of his hidden treasure was promising. "I think you REALLY like your little brother!" I whispered softly in his ear. The boy woke from his state of hibernation and raised his arms over the lump in his lap. Utterly frightened and agitated. Usually, boys get overwhelmed by their hormones at around thirteen or fourteen. I sensed that the lad was already burdened with the sexual impulses, even though he was at the tender age of twelve. I prepared myself for a long talk after Nick had gone to bed. About the birds and the bees. And the normal attraction to the same sex when you are young and horny. Seeing that I wasn't bothered at all by his sudden erection. Stephen calmed down. His ballooning irises returning to their original size. He smiled wickedly and leaned towards my ear. "He sucks me..." "What?" I blurted out. The ushed admission was echoing clearly in my mind. My startled response, a reflex from my disbelieving heart. "He sucks me. He swallows too. and I fuck his butt also." he insisted with a wide grin of diabolic lust across his face. The boy chuckled as he watched my facade collapse in an expression of utmost shock. The young demon's mug was not yet scarred by acne. His childish traits disguising the true level of his sexual maturity. I was dumbfounded. My pulse racing from the blunt confession. Stephen rose to his feet. He approached his kid brother and removed his pajama top. Nicholas had just finished dressing up for sleep and he looked at the bigger boy with confused eyes. "What's going on Stephen?" he demanded. "Mark wants to see what we do when mom and dad are not there.." Stephen announced. I was totally paralyzed on the sofa. Cursing at the young liar in my head. My reason coaxing me to stop the madness. My achy balls convincing me to let the scene unfold. Stephen tugged on the pants of Nicholas' pjs and the beautiful blondie was bare again, his worm flopping around as he freed himself from the garment. "Mark doesn't mind if we suck our pee-pees?" he asked tentatively. "No. He likes to suck pee-pees." Stephen retorted. With that, the twelve-year-old began licking the drawn scrotum of the excited child. His tongue swiping lavishly the hairless skin. Nicholas' small tube rose to the occasion. Inflating rapidly from the incestuous ministrations. I was breathing erratically as the older lad serviced his little brother with amorous devotion. His lips swallowing the cocktail weenie entirely until he was kissing the bald pubes. Nick's body was turning to gelatine while the hungry mouth ate his wobbly pecker. His knees sagging and his tummy quivering. Stephen wasn't any amateur. He had obviously done it before. Taking advantage of all the gooey good spots he knew would make his sibling cry out of joy. His slippery tongue danced on the cherry dickhead. He grabbed the kid's buns and pulled on them to fuck his oral cavity with the miniature penis. "Ohhh ohhhhh yeahhhh Suck it Stephen yeaahhh" the seven-year-old chanted, fixing his stare on the greedy lips of his big brother. "Tickle my poop hole too!" he suggested slyly. The older male swiftly turned the tyke on his heels and buried his nose between his perky buttocks. Nicholas bent over completely and touched his toes to give access to the slithering probe. He cooed in the night, feeling the exquisite tingles of the thorough rimming. Stephen darted the tip of his tongue at the pink pucker. I could see it all. He put his whole mouth on the ring of flesh and thrust his oral instrument right into the tight rectal opening. When Stephen felt he had accomplished his deed, he pulled away from the asscrack, hearing the incessant begging of Nicholas for more of the tickly sensation in his moist hole. I smiled at the dedicated lad when he refocused his attention to the laddie's backdoor. He wasn't a bad kid after all. Nicholas savoured every second of the wet invasion. Five minutes later, he kneeled in front of his big bro obediantly as he lowered his sweats to his knees. I would finally get to see the cock of that future stallion. Stephen peeked at me a second, just to make sure I hadn't lost consciouness from the incredible show. His bikini briefs were hugging wonderfully the firm globes of his butt. I smiled to reassure him and he swayed his hips seductively, pulling down his skintight underwear. The prick that emerged from the confinement of his sexy bikini had my mind spinning. Six hard inches of boymeat. A perfect glistening mushroom head. Two beefy testicles hanging low under his rigid maleness. Not a single hair to spoil the ideal picture of my dark fantasies. Young Nick pulled down the steely phallus pointing at the sky, aligning it with his mouth to lap up the strands of pre-cum. He retracted the last centimeter of skin covering the bulbous glans and licked all around the spongy knob. His blue eyes twinkling from the naughtiness. He opened his mouth wide to engulf the large boyhood. Stephen complimented him with his moans the more he stuffed his cavity with the throbbing penis. It was a very messy blow job. The little boy's drool oozing all around the shaft of Stephen's solid erection. Nevertheless, the precocious tyke's determination wasn't deterred. He kissed, licked and slurped the engorged organ. Cramming most of it into his tiny mouth. Stephen grasped his head and fucked him orally. The bloated tip of his boydick creating huge lumps on his cheeks as it bumped the elastic skin. My manhood was threatening to leap out of my jeans. I feared all the buttons of my Levis 501 would burst at the ceiling like in the cartoons. The kins' secret was true. They were right there in front of me. Only two feet seperating me from their forbidden sexual activity. The more I concentrated on Nicholas' lips slidding on his Stephen's rampant hard-on. The more a thick fog of ambiguous emotions clouded my brains. I was going crazy. This could only be one of my wildest wet dreams. I touched the cushion I was sitting on, feeling the texture between my fingers, waiting for it to vanish into a spiral of colors that would rouse me from r.e.m. sleepmode. I shut my eyes. On the count of three, I squinted, only to find the seven-year-old still sucking his elder's boner. Stephen lounged on the floor in order to fondle the kid's unattended pickle while he got blown gloriously. They were oblivious to my presence. Interested strictly by the pleasure their pre-teen willies could provide. Nicholas stopped bobbing his head to massage his sore jaw. I was afraid he would ask me to participate to the insanity. "Do you wanna put it in my bum?" he asked his brother. His puppy eyes not at all scared by the adult request. "Yep. Let's do it!" Stephen encouraged, squeezing one last time Nick's pricklet between his thumb and forefinger. The lively first grader raced out of the room, climbing the stairs to the second storey gleefully. I was left with the horny twelve-year-old. He grinned at me as he untangled his pants and undies around his ankles. "Nicky loves it when I stick it in his ass. You'll see!" he remarked, shucking off his Pearl Jam t-shirt. I don't know what restrained me from leaping on him to eat that gorgeous jutting boycock. And I didn't know if I had to be thankful for that invisible force. But in the end, I followed the youth up the stairs quietly. Keeping a good distance behind him to feast my eyes on his backside. Stephen made a pit stop in the bathroom to pick up vaseline and led me to their room. His drooling dick wagging in front of him while we strolled in the hallway. Nicholas was humping a pillow when we reached the large bedroom. I took a seat sheepishly on the opposite bed. My conscience disintegrating with every passing minute. I felt like a small kid again. A naughty boy who was fully aware he wasn't suppose to be there. My voyeuristic eyes surveyed Stephen greasing his pole and drifted to the lamb taking his position on the pillow. His little behind raised properly. His cute face staring back at me, lost in the frustrations of anticipation. He winked as if saying, this is so cool! You'll see Mark. I can really take that big dick up my bottom! Stephen crept behind him. Without any ritual he pressed his glans in the valley of the kid's fanny. The stiff member on the verge of pubescence wasn't thick enough to encounter any resistance from the well-used anus and it slipped easily inside the tyke. One inch, two inches, three inches, four, five, six. I watched it all plunge inside the teeny rear end. Nicholas squirmed slightly but accepted the slickened fuckstick willingly. Not a tear leaked from his big eyes. He let out a sustain "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" for the duration of the penetration but quieted down after his brother's ballsac made contact with his own. What I was to witness was the most amazing slippery anal ride. The older lad began working his kid brother's shithole with frenzied lust. That boy was born to fuck ass I tell ya. He fed his entire prick into Nick's tail with vigorous hip thrusts. The strangling anal lips of the seven-year-old swallowing the stabbing bone as if they were munching on it. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Nicholas lamented as the pistonning rod travelled in his guts. My tensed body shivered while I watched Stephen bounce on his lil' brother featherweight frame. The kid's high-pitched squeals confirming how much he enjoyed the casual buggery. The whole experience seemed natural. As if brothers were meant to fuck each other in the ass. The more mature boy gradually increased his rhythmic strokes. Plowing deeper and harder. Hissing from what I assumed was the trumendous grip of Nick's clasping sphincter around his shaft. From time to time, he took hold of the kid's delicate shoulders and sodomized him violently. The seven-year-old's body shuddered furiously as his big brother's hipbone collided loudly with his firm rump. A radiant grin would appear on his lips. Gurggling noises escaped his throat. The brutal assaults like a thrill ride at Disneyland. Stephen had kept on his white sports socks. They would prove to be essential later on. He twisted the small boy into all kinds of acrobatic positions. Pounding at all time his hard peter. I would try to spot the cotton socks to discern where each boy was in the heap of entwined arms and legs. Their passionate intercourse no longer tortured my soul. Nicholas relished the jabbing piece of flesh in his entrails as much as I loved to watch it. Stephen impressed me with his powerfull hands. It looked like they were wrestling when in fact, he was swinging the kid on his back. Rolling him on his sides. Or throwing him in the air. With the sole purpose of hammering his six inches into his tender ass. At one point, the giddy youngster straddled his brother's tower. Flexing and unflexing his legs to impale himself. For long minutes I was entertained by the imp riding the steely pole like a cowboy. Gobbling up all of it with his dilated orifice, until he was literally sitting on the smooth groin. Not satisfied, Stephen unseated the child and mounted him from the front to rabbit fuck with all his weight. The absence of pubes over his boydick meant a clear observation of the copulation. I could see the root of his penis touch the opening of Nicholas's rectum. His plump balls bulging grotesquely as they lay crushed in the asscrack, denied entrance to the warmness of the child's insides. Young Nicholas was a teaser and he started to play 'catch me', eluding his brother's embrace when he ejected from his asshole. But no matter how fast he tried to escape, the older male always managed to drag him back by his tiny feet to continue his coupling. And all I heard from the oldest was repetive "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! YEAH! YEAH!" while he banged his little bro. Stephen shoved himself with more gusto all of a sudden while they fucked doggystyle and I realized he was going all the way this time. Holding the kid's hips firmly, he drilled his swollen phallus into him. Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing harder and faster. The grimace on Nicholas' face told me the pre-teen bugger was doing wonders. Probably hitting his wee prostate head on. I gazed between his slim thighs at his flailing genitals. The hard little cocklet was calling me. It was miserable. Hugging his flat tummy. Nicky thanked me when I let it in my mouth to suck on it. "Ooooh OOooh I'm gonna come! Ooohohh ooooh I'm cumming! uh uh uh" he panted. The little morsel quaked on my tongue. I counted the jolts of kiddie orgasm. Six times the little boy climaxed dryly. I quickly removed my head as he fell on the mattress. Stephen was still fucking him to the hilt with savage raids in his narrow rectum. In time, he groaned, totally exhausted from the anal coitus. With his penis deeply embedded inside the baby rectum, he spurted his timid load. I wished I was able to see the fresh outburst of kidcum from Stephen's pisshole. Rapid frantic squirts of youthful cream. All I could do was marvel at the dimples in his buttocks each time a trembling jolt of ecstasy raced in his spasming boyhood. Nicholas was asleep when his brother pulled out his softening prick from his gaping hole. His angelic face was flushed from the energetic union with the fantastic buttfucker. I put back on his pajamas while Stephen took a shower. Much to my surprise, I found a pearl of white sperm on the rim of his puffy anus. With the tip of my tongue, I tasted the sweet liquid. Kissing Nick's buns goodnight, I tucked him under the Star Wars bed sheets. Stephen bumped into me outside the bathroom. I needed to speak to him at once about the graveness of his actions. As I attempted to reason with him on the couch. Explaining how nasty and sick his relationship with his young brother was. In the back of my mind, he was bent over with my cock lodged up his bubble butt, spewing a gallon of spunk. THE END. You can send comments and suggestions to debonair63@hotmail.com or debonair36@hotmail.com. Preferably the first mailbox since the second one is often down. All flames will be ignored cuz' some people will never grasp the concept of fiction. I do not condone any of the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. 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