Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2023 03:31:10 +0000 From: Art Subject: Emery's Arousal Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Emery's Arousal My brother Johnny was going to make me pay the bet I lost. He showed no mercy, smiling each time I walked past him in the hall outside our room. "Look Johnny." I said. I cannot go through with this. Do you know how embarrassing this will be? "You made the bet, Emery. You lost. You need to do what you said you'd do if you lost." "How about I just do it in front of you?" Johnny shook his head. `Nope! You bet. A bet is a bet." "But not this. Not in front of your friends." "Why not? They want to watch. They want to see you doing what you agreed to. It will be a learning moment for them." "You've seen me. I've never had an audience other than you." "You bet and I won." I spluttered. Johnny was going to get his way. Never could I ever face his friends again. Not in the halls at school or when they were at our house. Not after what I would do in front of them. I shivered as I tried to calm myself. My brother and his friends were in middle school, eleven years old. I was fourteen and in tenth grade next year. The bet I made had been stupid. I never thought I would lose. I had. "You need to get ready, Em." I had tears in my eyes. I gave one last plea. My brother left, ignoring the tears and the pleading on my face. He returned holding a pill in his left hand and a glass of water in his right. "I got this from dad's stash, Em. Swallow. Here's water." I looked at the blue pill Johnny held out to me. "I don't need this. I get stiff without a pill. I'm a teen. We are hard all the time." "You agreed to do what I tell you to do. I want you full-on ready." I looked at the offering in his hand. "Open," was all he said. Shuddering, I stuck out my tongue. Johnny placed my downfall on my tongue. "Swallow." He handed me water. I swallowed. "Open. I need to check." "I swallowed." I declared. Hope fled. "Open your mouth." I did. "Wider." Johnny's index finger probed the folds of my mouth. "Satisfied?" I felt betrayed. "Yeah. You can relax. You have an hour before they come over." I tried relaxing. Knowing what I was about to do prevented me from calming. I felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, dreading what was to happen, what I would do. More tears flowed. "Please, Johnny, don't make me do this." Johnny sat next to me. "Em. You know I love you. You are the best brother ever." "I'm your only brother, dork." Though we joked, the humor did not reach deep inside me. They would see me exposed in a way that made me shudder. Johnny's friends would view me in a most private act. Worse, they were bringing a surprise, that Johnny said I would like. The bell rang. "They are here. Get undressed." I slid my shirt off. "Socks too. Totally nude. We agreed." I removed my shorts, then my boxers. Johnny took my socks off. I lay naked for him to see. The air on my pubic area made me have special feelings. I hardened; way more than I ever did. Johnny stared before rubbing my nips. I moaned. The pill had acted. The bell rang again. "Don't go away." Johnny's voice had a lilting tone. He left the room. I lay hard, exposed. Soon three eleven-year-old boys would watch me do what I only once showed my brother, and then only because he caught me in the act. I heard them returning. Pete and Verne followed Johnny. Their eyes widened as soon as they saw me. "He did it. How did you get Em to do this? Johnny, you are a genius." Johnny smirked. "He lost a bet. He agreed to show us how he masturbates. Look at his cock. Wait until he rubs it. Did you bring your brother's toy?" Verne nodded, pointing to his backpack. "Charged and ready." Johnny directed me to stand. I stood totally nude in front of three eleven-year-olds. "Jack yourself, Em." One last pleading look at Johnny. I saw the desire in his staring eyes. I looked at his friends. They were staring fixedly at me. I shuddered, wrapping my hand around my straining cock. I felt my face reddening as I rubbed my length. My brother's eyes stared at my hardness. I found his stare arousing. I wrapped my hand around myself. My index pinger rubbed my tip as I stroked. I was aware of three boys watching my movements. I stroked carefully. "Em. Can I?" Johnny wanted to take over from me. So help me, I agreed. Johnny's little hand replaced mine. He rubbed with an up and down motion. He gave a slight twist to his stroke. I was in ecstasy when he did this. When Pete and Verne joined Johnny, the three of them feeling me and rubbing me just about broke me. I pushed my hips, seeking pleasure. Suddenly, they stopped with me in mid-thrust as my hips seeking the air. "What's that?" Verne asked, looking at my slit. "That's precum. It flows out when a guy is aroused." A voice from the door answered. I turned towards the sound. "Tim." I spluttered. My best friend stood in the doorway. I tried to cover myself. The boys grabbed my arms, holding them away from my body. I stood exposed to my best forever friend, Verne's brother. "How did this happen?" I choked out a sob. Tim walked close. His eyes shone as he stared at my nudity and hardness. He placed his mouth near my ear. His hand found my chest. "Em. Since we became friends, I wanted you this way. I was afraid to ask. I ain't afraid no more." As he talked, Tim undressed. When he was naked like me, he put his arms around me and rubbed against me. Then he kissed me. "Today is about having fun and showing you my love for you. Continue jacking." As he said this, he stepped back. The boys returned my hand to my cock. I did not move. I stood shocked and embarrassed. This was more than the bet. "Stroke yourself, Em." Tim breathed, his need clear in his voice. His tone revealed his arousal. I stared at my best friend. His eyes were on my hand as I resumed pleasuring myself. I was beyond being embarrassed as I performed for my friend. The little boys were now naked and stroking each other as they watched, hearing my moans. "Stop, Em." Tim's voice overrode my pleasure. I turned lust-filled eyes to him. "Wait." Tim reached inside Verne's backpack. I felt weak when I saw what he retrieved. "No!" Came weakly from my lips. Verne passed Tim a bottle of lube. He flipped the cap and squeezed some into his hand. Johnny took some on his fingers. I felt him rubbing my opening. Pete joined him, adding his finger inside me. Verne kissed my cock. Thoughts of embarrassment were not even a memory. My eyes sought Tim's. "Kiss me, Tim." My voice was a pleading cry. Tim put his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as our breaths united. "You know where this will go?" He groaned. I nodded. The young ones were working me to a passionate need. "This vibrates." Tim whispered, holding the fake penis in front of me. "I don't care." Tim kissed me. He moved to suck my nipples. Every nerve fiber in me was alive. I felt the boys' fingers withdraw, replaced by a pointed object. They had prepared me well. The tip slid past my ring with no pain. I felt myself sucking it inside my secret place.. "It's in." Tim said. I felt a vibration in my anal chute. My eyes widened. My hips moved. Tim's hand pushed the toy deep, holding it as far in as it could go. I thrust against the vibrations, every fiber in my being firing. Tim's was moaning into my mouth. Pete and Verne were licking my cock. My brother joined my best friend as they sucked my lips. My juices churned in my groin. With no warning, I spurted on the kid's faces. I felt my brother stiffen against my stomach and give a scream. Tim clutched me. I felt him throb as his wetness coated my abs. The little boys retreated. Tim continued to kiss me. The dildo vibrated inside me. Tim eased it from me. My eyes found his. I saw love in them. Love directed at me. I clasped his cheeks and pulled his mouth to mine. We held each other. I felt tenderness towards my friend as his hands stroked my hair. From the bed where three eleven-year-olds lay wrapped together, I heard. "I bet you are glad you lost, Em." I kissed Tim, speaking into his mouth. "Oh. Yeah!" Tim whispered. "Can we go again?" Comments and suggestions at: acgib1943@protonmail.com. Donations to Nifty help support these stories. https://donate.nifty.org