Date: Thu, 25 May 2017 20:17:25 +0100 From: TJD Nifty Subject: younger-brothers-buddies-3 Younger-Brothers-Buddies-3 *** Nifty is a free service that can only be kept that way via donations from readers like yourself. If you like this story, or indeed any other story on here, please consider donating - however large or small. All characters in this story are of legal age for sexual activity based on their geographic location. If sexual activity between 16 year olds and older individuals is not legal in your place of residence or where you're accessing this story from, please stop reading now. *** I sat there on my knees, frozen. There was still time to change my mind, wasn't there? "Crawl over to me, gay boy.", Josh said, a tone of arrogance in his voice. He was stretched out on the sofa again. "Dude, come on! I haven't got all day! And don't tell me you don't want it - I can see you're getting hard, gay boy." My face burned red. But he was right - my face wasn't the only place my blood was rushing to. I considered getting up and running out, locking myself in my bedroom and begging Ryan to come and save me. But I couldn't. Josh had me cornered. He'd already told me the mix of truth and lies that he'd tell everybody. And if one blowjob was all it would take to fix things, then I had to do it. I started to crawl over to him. He laughed. There I was, on my knees in front of my brothers friend. He was younger than me, shorter than me - but still, I was the one on my knees. It was clear who the power lay with. "Yeah, you want this, faggot?", he began rubbing a clear lump that was forming in his basketball shorts. I stayed silent. SLAP. Right across my face. "I asked if you want it!", he glared down at me. Even as he was treating me like this, I had to admit the kid was a total stud. He had cute boyish looks, his spiky black hair was just the right length and he was your typical jock. I nodded my head at him. "Say it out loud", he said. "I-I-I want it.", I said back, my face burning red again. He laughed at me. "Start rubbing it!" I reached out my shaking hand and placed it on his leg. He grabbed it and put it right on top of his hard bulge. I took the hint and slowly started to rub it. "Fuck yeah, dude! Don't need to be taking you out for dinner to be getting a blowy now, do I? Nah, you'd probably be the one taking me out to dinner to get a slab of my jock dick in your face!", he laughed to himself as he said it. I stayed silent and carried on rubbing at his cock. From what I could feel it had to be at least seven inches and thick! "Hey fag, want to know a secret? I knew your bro would be out this morning. Called him earlier to ask if he wanted to shoot some hoops. He told me he'd be out for a few hours and said he'd call me on his way back.. After seeing you last night, I knew it was the perfect time to take my chance on scoring some queer throat." And that's when it dawned on me that he'd planned the entire thing. He didn't want to see if Kev was in when he knocked earlier. He didn't want a glass of orange juice. He'd planned it all. Tears began to form in my eyes as I realised the severity of the situation. `Just one blowjob and it will all be over', I thought to myself. He threw my hand off of his growing lump and raised his ass off of the couch. In one swift motion, he pulled his basketball shorts off and tossed them in to the corner of the room. He threw his t-shirt with it. His body was as perfect as he was. Nice and toned, but not too much - kind of like a swimmers build. I couldn't take my eyes off of that perfect ches-- He grabbed the back of my head and forced my face in to the fabric of his boxer shorts. "Yeah, smell my fucking junk, you piece of shit." Again, it smelt perfect. I could tell that he'd recently washed, but there was still a slight musky hint - the smell of a jock. My own cock got harder and harder, and suddenly I could feel pre-cum beginning to form in my underpants. He spent the next couple of minutes rubbing my face back and forth against his now rock hard lump. "That's enough, homo. Time for the real deal!", he raised his ass up off of of the couch again and threw his boxer shorts on top of his t-shirt. This total stud now sat in front of me completely naked. Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect cock. Oh my God, perfect cock! My eyes were glued to it. At around seven inches, it was probably the same size as my boyfriend Ryan's. But it was thicker. And cut. And completely shaved. He was smooth all over. "Haha, you like that, don't you, fag! Bet you don't see a cock like this very often? How big is yours?" My heart started pounding. I was hoping he wouldn't see my penis. It had always embarrassed me. "Four inches", I bowed my head in shame. "I mean when it's hard!", he said. "Four inches", I carried on looking at the floor. My face was now burning completely red. "FUCK OFF!", he burst out laughing again. "Four inches!? Your cock is only four inches, even when it's fucking hard!? I think mine's bigger than that when it's soft, man!" He was genuinely laughing. Not even to try and make fun of me. He actually found this funny. "Damn! A seventeen year old like me has nearly double the dick of a college grad like you! Hell, man. That's bad." "Well, it's okay college boy, because I've got plenty here for you.." And, with that, he grabbed the back of my head and brought it closer to his dick. He started slapping my face with it. Slap. My forehead. Slap. My left cheek. Slap. My right cheek. Slap. Right in the middle of my face. Slap. Slap. Slap. My entire face was covered in small splatters of pre-cum and my cheeks were burning red. But I let him carry on. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Right, I've had enough. Time for the main course. Get to work, college boy." He grabbed a fist full of my hair and brought my mouth over his cock. Using his second hand, he took both of my ears and gently pushed my face down on to his cock. Here I was, on my knees, with the seventeen year old hunks entire dick in my mouth. "Aww, fuck yeah, gay boy. Just like that." I bobbed my head up and down, taking more and more of his cock in to my mouth each time. I couldn't believe how thick it was for a kid of his age. My mouth was stretched from end to end. He looked down at me with a face of lust. Aggression. Dominance. "You like that, gay boy?" I carried on bobbing and sucking, thinking that his words were just dirty talk and he wouldn't really want an answer. I was wrong. SLAP. Another one to my face. "I asked if you fucking like it!" I let his dick slip out of my mouth for enough time to mumble the word `yes', before he'd already forced it back in. "Yeah, well get used to it, man, because I was full of shit when I told you one blowjob would do. This is going to become our thing!" *** For the next ten minutes the kid used me as his personal cocksucker. After spending a while face fucking me and teaching me how to deep throat his cock, he then told me to go nice and slow and gentle. Just as he was starting to relax and chill while I did all of the work, his phone rang. "Hey, dude. `sup?", he said in to the receiver. "Yeah, I'm still game to shoot some hoops!" I froze, realising just who he was on the phone to. Not caring, he grabbed my head and slowly began to slide his thick dick back in to my mouth. The salty taste of his pre was becoming more and more apparent. The tip of his dick reached the back of my throat and I began to pull away. But he wouldn't let me. He shoved my face right down to his balls until I choked on him. Beginning a coughing fit, I just hoped my brother wouldn't be able to hear on the other end of the phone. "Oh, really? You're on your way back now? Well to be honest, dude, I'm already at your place." "Yeah, my aunt came over and you know I'm not really a fan of her. Figured you wouldn't mind me coming over to yours and waiting for you to get home." "Matt? Yeah, he's looked after me just fine, dude. No complaints here.", he winked at me as he said it. "Okay, see you soon!", he put his cell down. "We have ten minutes, faggot!" *** He pushed me to the floor and I was flat on my back. Before I could get up, he jumped off of the couch and was directly on top of me - his toned, jock thighs between each of my ears. "Open up, man. We're going to have to be quick." Already weak and battered, I finally had no fight left in me. I opened my mouth. "Yeah, there's a good boy." He put his semi-hard cock back in to my mouth and stretched his arms out on to the floor, leaning his entire lower body leaning over my mouth. "Gonna fuck your mouth like it's a chicks pussy, dude!" And, true to his word, he did. For the next five minutes he fucked my face like I was an animal. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. His balls kept hitting at my chin. "FUCK!" "YES!" "FUCKING TAKE THAT NOB, YOU CHEAP FUCKING CUNT! YEAH, TAKE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!" "DIDN'T THINK I'D SEE THE FUCKING DAY WHEN SOMEONE WOULD LET ME TREAT THEM THIS LOW!" "FUCK, DUDE! I'M GETTING CLOSE!" And then my worst fear. We heard a car pull on to the driveway. "Don't fucking move, faggot. I still need to finish." My heart was racing, but it didn't take him long. A few seconds and thrusts later, he creamed. Four thick, complete wads of young, jock cum filled my entire mouth. He jumped up and started putting his clothes on with lightning speed. I was weak, ashamed, scared. I couldn't move. Fully dressed, he towered over me and kicked me in the side. It hurt. He looked down at me: "Get the fuck up, pussy mouth! Or do you want your big bro to see you like this?" I jumped up, tears in my eyes, and ran for the door. I couldn't even look at him anymore. I ran for the stairs, jumped in to my room and slammed the door. A minute later I heard the front door open. "Wassup, man! I hope you haven't been too bored?", came the voice of my younger brother Kevin. "Nah, not at all, Kevvo. Your big bro even came down and kept me entertained for a while." "Sweet, man. Lets go out and shoot those hoops!" The front door slammed. A tear fell from my eye. What had I let myself in for? *** Feedback always welcomed. tjd.nifty@gmail.com