Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 09:53:51 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Smith Subject: Their Brother's Birthday Their Brother's Birthday By: Michael Smith Lucas Gordon woke up on his twelvth birthday, in his family's cottage, to find a stack of new clothes waiting for him. There seemed to be a replacement for everything he owned. There were boxer shorts instead of tighty whiteys; jeans with generous space down there (which he knew did not quite fit up with what was actually there; expensive shirts that hugged his slim body. He chose a pair of grey, checkered shorts, a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. His brothers had waffles waiting for him. Lucas was surprised--when he had been left in the care of his older brothers for his birthday, he was not expecting this kind of treatment. His brothers were not unkind to him, but they never wanted him around. The eldest brother, Ryan, tousled Lucas' hair and wished the boy a happy birthday. "Looking sharp there birthday boy," the middle brother, Tyler said. Ryan advised his brother to eat up to prepare for the long day ahead of them. "What are we doing?" Lucas asked, excitement shining in his eyes. He felt like asking why he was being treated so well, but decided not to push his luck. "It's a surprise," the older boys said, almost in unison. Ryan, at seventeen, had driven them up to the cottage. The boys' parents were away on a business trip, and so the boys were sent alone to the place that Lucas always spent his summer birthday. "Actually," Ryan said, "Tyler and I have decided that you're old enough to hang out with us now, whenever you want." "Really?" Lucas said, almost jumping out of his seat. "Yep," Tyler said. "Well, once you've turned twelve anyway." "What do you mean? I am twelve now," Lucas said. "He means once we initiate you into the Gordon clan," Ryan said. Lucas nodded his head, and did not ask any more questions. They were letting him play, and he was happy about that, no matter what it took to get him initiated. And besides, they were his brothers, and the worst they had ever done to him was smack him if he was bugging them. When they finished eating, Ryan told Lucas to follow him. He led his brother, with Tyler in the rear, outside, all three of them barefoot, around to the back of the cottage. Suddenly, Lucas felt Tyler grab his arms and hold them up. Ryan quickly pulled off the boy's shirt, by which time, Tyler had his arms again. Ryan grabbed some rope that was lying on the ground and began to tie Lucas' wrists together. "Hey what are you doing?" "No talking unless we say so," Ryan said. The elder brothers led their charge to a nearby tree, where they tied Lucas' bound wrists firmly to one of the branches. Ryan stood in front of the boy. "First thing is birthday beats," he said, smiling. Lucas heard a swishing sound and felt a branch whip him across his bare back. He cried out. "That hurt! This isn't funny guys!" Ryan slapped him. "Didn't I say no talking?" The tears started, but Lucas remained quiet. Ryan continued to stand in front of him, while Tyler, behind him, wielded the switch. Lucas noticed that the fingers of Ryan's right hand had slipped inside the flap of his boxers, and was fondling himself while he watched Ryan receive his remaining eleven cuts. The switch stung, and Lucas took deep breaths to keep himself from crying, though he could not completely block the tears. Ryan took his fingers out of his shorts, and they glistened. He held the sticky fingers up to Lucas' mouth. "Lick it," Ryan said. Not wanting another slap, Lucas opened his mouth slightly, and Ryan rubbed his fingers on the boy's lips. Lucas' tongue came out and tasted the salty, clear slime that came from Ryan's shorts. The elder brothers swapped places and this time Lucas watched Tyler fondle himself underneath his shorts as he endured another twelve whacks. The stuff on Tyler's fingers tasted the same, though a bit less salty. Lucas was at least glad they were not making him eat worms. When the beating was over, they stood on either side of him, their hands on his chest and back, and they leaned in and kissed both his cheeks at the same time. Ryan stood directly in front of Lucas. With a finger he traced the outline of the jeans' crotch. "Did you feel any of that?" Ryan asked Lucas. Not sure if he was allowed to speak yet, Lucas shook his head. "Didn't think so." Ryan smirked, and turned to Tyler, who smiled back at him. Ryan, very gently, pulled down the zipper of Lucas' new jeans. He reached in slowly with two fingers, caressed Lucas' shorts for a few moments, and then entered the flap, finding the boy's sex and coaxing it out. He pulled it out through the hole of the boy's pants first gently, and then grasping it more firmly, continued to pull. It was not very long, and very little of it came through, but Ryan continued to pull until Lucas cried out. Tyler came closer and looked at the tip of his little brother's penis. It was covered with the foreskin, and barely came out of the jeans. Tyler pushed his own fingers in there, and felt around the base of the boy's cock. He turned to Ryan. "No hair," he said. He felt lower, found the boy's testicles, and without hesitation squeezed them. "Ow!" Lucas cried quickly. Tyler let him go, and together, the elder brothers took one nipple each and squeezed them hard. More tears began to fall down Lucas' face. All three boys were covered in sweat. "I think we've tortured him enough," Ryan said to Tyler. Tyler nodded his head, and together they undid the rope and let Lucas down from the tree. Lucas rubbed his wrists, looked up at his brothers and smiled. "Well, there is one last thing, but this is the fun part," Tyler said to Lucas. "Take off your jeans," Ryan said. Lucas knew that this was no time to disobey, so he immediately and nervously did as he was told. "Good, now on three, we all drop our shorts, ok? One, two, three." Ryan and Tyler pushed their boxers to the ground. They were smooth boys, aside from the patches of hair down there. They were both erect, and Ryan was full sized, Tyler half sized. Lucas' turtle, by contrast, had retreated completely into its shell. It was small, skinny, and smooth. Ryan and Tyler held out their hands, said come on, and the three boys walked back around the house and out towards the dock. They sat in the heat, facing the lake, Ryan on the left, Tyler on the right and Lucas in the middle. "Pull back your skin, show us your head," Ryan said. "Don't be shy little bud," Tyler encouraged. Lucas did as he was told, pulling the foreskin back and holding it. Ryan and Tyler took turns lightly squeezing the head until the boy became hard. Lucas became even redder. "Now put your hands around our dicks, and start stroking them, ok?" Lucas nodded, and did as he was told. He began to stroke his brothers' erections slowly. The elder brothers leaned over, and began kissing and licking Lucas' neck while they were pleasured. They continued taking turns fondling Lucas' little stiffie, and then they came while Ryan started to bite Lucas' ear. The Gordon boys' seed leaked onto Lucas' hands. "Rub that onto yourself," Ryan instructed the boy. Lucas looked up at him, unsure of the why or the consequence of this instruction. "Go head, trust me," Ryan smiled. Lucas nodded, and did as he was told. He began to stroke himself with his brothers' come. All three boys glistened from sweat in the sunlight, and Lucas' cock shone now with his brothers' come. The older boys watched, smiling. It did not take long to dry. The boy's fingers and foreskin began to get stuck. "Don't stop," Tyler instructed him. "Yeah," Ryan said, "you've got to finish." Both of his brothers smiled at him, and Lucas' sensitive skin was becoming sore, but he continued to stroke. He grimaced as he masturbated, finding it difficult to find pleasure. He felt his brothers lean over again--Ryan began to lick his neck, Tyler began to fondle his nipples. Lucas felt a surge of pleasure shoot through the dry come on his cock, and he smiled a little bit, enjoying himself, even enjoying the pain. And then he felt a pleasure he had never felt before. He finished with nothing coming out, but still a burst of pleasure. He moaned as he pulled his stuck fingers off his dick, the skin stretching, like pulling off a bandaid. He felt his brothers' hands patting his back. "Now we're all in it together," Ryan said. "Any time you want, you can hang out with us," Tyler said. The three naked boys jumped off the dock into the cool water, and swam as brothers through the lake. The End ----- I hope you enjoyed Lucas' birthday. I appreciate any feedback. Please mail me to wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com