Looking innocent was something Sam used to his advantage. He wasn't a bad kid, but when he did choose to color outside the lines, he generally got away with it. His large doe eyes, wavy blonde hair, and talent for batting his eye lashes in just the right way suckered many adults into thinking there was no way adorable, innocent, little Sam did it. But often, he did.

Looking innocent helped Sam talk his parent into letting him babysit his little brother Matty. Now that he was 12, he was allowed, by law, to stay at home by himself and watch one sibling, and Sam was determined exercise his new right. That wasn't all he wanted to exercise. It was just that he needed to get Matty alone to do it.

You see, tonight Sam planned to take things to the next level. It started a couple years ago. Sam had been sneaking porn and reading stories on the Internet and was determined get a blow job. He was 10 after all -- plenty old enough to get his dick sucked. But how? Weeks went by and he picked up tidbits of ideas for various online sources. Then, one night as he fell to sleep, the perfect plan came to him. It would take a bit of a sacrifice and a bit of manipulation, but if it worked, he just might be able to get blow jobs on demand. If it failed, he could be in deep shit. That's why he worked his plan over and over in his head before putting it into action.

When both boys were home, Matty was Sam's little shadow. Making sure his mother was out of ear shot, Sam initiated "Operation BJ".

"Hey Matty," getting the attention of six-year-old Matty. The little cutie skipped over to his big brother. "Let's play..." Sam turned his expression to one of disappointment. "Oh, never mind."

"What Sam?" asked an eager Matty.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. It's a big boy game." Then Sam left the room and locked himself in the bathroom. Matty watched Sam go into the bathroom but didn't follow. Their mom had scolded him enough times that he knew to leave Sam, and anyone else, alone when they go to the bathroom. Matty stood there watching the bathroom door trying to figure what "big boy" game he was being left out of.

At strategic times over the next couple weeks, Sam repeated this experiment to Matty's frustration. Each time Sam acted out this scene, Matty's curiosity grew. Finally, Sam saw the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Their dad was running errands and Sam spied their mom carrying her tools out to the garden at the back of the yard. Once again, he played his part and aggravated Matty to no end. However, this time, he went to his bedroom and left the door cracked open. In a flash, he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his shorts and underwear. He was hard just thinking about what could happen next.

Matty couldn't take it anymore. He stood there with balled up fists and fumed at Sam's insinuation that he was too young for "big boy" game. He gathered up his courage then charged into Sam's room to confront his big brother. He slammed both hand into Sam's bedroom door but when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. The shock of seeing Sam standing naked and playing with his boner caught Matty off guard.

"Well," Sam began his well-rehearsed line, "if you think you are old enough to play big boy games, shut and lock the door." Matty didn't know what game Sam had in mind, but he quickly shut and locked the door. The six-year-old turned to his brother, ready to do whatever the older boy wanted.

Sam got Matty naked and prepared to make the small sacrifice he knew he needed to make to get Matty all in. He positioned the naked boy in the middle of his bed and crawled between the boy's legs. Sam inspected the limp inch of cut boy meat capped with a pink head that exactly matched the color of the boy's tight little scrotum. Matty had no idea what to expect. The boy laid there innocently waiting for Sam's next move. Sam looked and sniffed as he mentally prepared to give the boy his first orgasm. It sucked that his little brother was going to experience a blow job before he ever did. He knew, however, that if this worked, he would get this deed returned in spades.

In Sam's mouth, Matty grew to a respectable two inches. Once he was hard, instincts kicked in and Matty put his hands on the back of Sam's head and fucked his big brother's mouth.

"Uh. Uh. Sam. Huh. Huh. Sam. Something... Something's... happening..." voiced Matty as he fucked Sam's hot, wet mouth. The young boy was confused by what was going on in his body, but he didn't let that stop him. Matty didn't miss a beat with his hips and he pounded Sam's face.. When Sam thought Matty was getting close, he added tongue action to Matty's little pink knob. With a squeak, Matty's thighs clenched Sam's head and the small boy raised off the bed as he shuddered through his very first orgasm. When the orgasm subsided, Matty's legs dropped to the side and the boy's body completed relaxed into the mattress.

Sam's moment had finally arrived. On his knees he shuffled up to Matty's head. "My turn," uttered Sam in a husky whisper. He tapped the pink knob of his two-and-a-half inches on Matty's cheek. His little brother opened his eyes and checked out Sam's wares. The boys' privates were nearly identical in every way except for size. When Matty didn't move fast enough, Sam played his ace. "You said you were old enough to play big boy games..."

"I am," whined Matty. "I'll get you your feel goods." Adjusting his position so it was easier to reach Sam's pride and joy, Matty slurped the stiff rod up like a straw.

Sam flinched. Taking Matty's head in his hands, he ordered, "Watch your teeth." Then he slowly sawed his dick in and out of Matty's hot, slobbery mouth. The feeling was incredible. Soon, Sam forgot all about Matty and focused only on the sensations he got from his hard, little cock.

Matty, feeling like a big boy, began to enjoy the taste and feeling of Sam's cock. He experimented with suction, tongue action, and pressure with his lips. When Sam started humming, Matty knew he was making his big brother get his feel goods.

Suddenly, the boys heard the back door open and Matty froze. Sam, however, grabbed Matty's hair and sped up the fucking motion.

The house was too quiet -- the sure sign something is going on. "Boys? What are you doing?" called their mother.

Matty panicked and tried to pull away but Sam held him tight. He shoved his dick into Matty's mouth and tried to stifle his moan. Matty felt his brother get his feel goods -- the cock in his mouth twitched and pulsed as it tried to empty immature balls.

Weakly, Sam responded to his mother, "Nothing."

"It doesn't sound like nothing," she called back. The humor of her statement, since she hadn't heard anything, was lost on everyone. The boys scrambled to get into clothes while their mother grabbed some water from the refrigerator before she went looking for them.

When she turned around, two blonde blurs flew through the kitchen and skidded to a stop. Clad in only their shorts (she didn't notice the lack of underwear), the boys were flushed and breathing heavy.

"What were you boys doing upstairs?" she asked suspiciously.

The boys turned on their most innocent looks. "Nothing." As much as Sam had prepared for the day's events, this was one situation he hadn't planned for.

"We were just exercising," explained Sam, batting his long lashes. Internally he kicked himself. He knew as soon as he said it that it was a stupid explanation. He almost laughed when it worked.

Their mother reasoned that exercising could very well be the reason for the boy's condition. "Well, keep out of trouble." She grabbed another bottle of water and headed back out to the garden.

"Whew," sighed Sam. "That was close."

"Yay," agreed Matty. "That was close."

"So, do you like big boy games?" asked Sam.

"Yes!" cheered an exuberant Matty. "I want to get my feel goods again!"

That's how Sam started Matty on the path to where they were this day.

"We'll be fine, mom," whined Sam. "I'm 12!"

"If you're 12, why are you whining?" she challenged. Sam didn't care for that logic at all.

"You have your phone. Here is the number for the police," she pointed to a phone number hanging from a refrigerator magnet. "Don't call 9-1-1 unless it is an emergency."

"I know, mom," Sam groaned in frustration. The 12-year-old couldn't help himself. Even when he realized he might seem too eager for his parents to get out of the house, the words still tumbled from his lips. Such is the life of a tween.

Once their parents were out the door, Sam and Matty perched themselves in the window until the family's SUV was out of sight.

"Can we get our feel goods now?" asked Matty. Sam smiled. He thought it was funny that Matty still called orgasms the "feel goods". But he'd never bothered to correct the young boy. In some way, Sam thought Matty found a better name for it than orgasm.

"Did you prepare like I told you?" asked Sam.

"Yes!" replied an exasperated Matty. "I already told you I did. I'm not a little kid anymore, you know."

"Alright then, com'on!" The boys dashed up the stairs to the bathroom that joined their bedrooms. Stumbling and tripping, the boys stripped out of their clothes and tossed them every which way as they passed through Matty's bedroom and into the bathroom.

Each boy already sported a boner. Matty sported a slightly larger version of the pink cock and balls he displayed the first time they played big boy games. Sam, however, had been struck by puberty. Matty enjoyed the growing tool and took great pleasure in measuring it for his big brother. Matty, however, wasn't a fan of Sam's boy's cream shooting into his mouth no matter how young and sweet it was. Nothing, in Matty's opinion, squirting out of your pee hole, could be a good thing. After having to apologize for squirting in his little brother's mouth, Sam offered up the alternative they were about to try.

"Where's my glue stick?" asked Sam. The tween knew his tool was four inches and the thickness of his Crayola markers. He figured if Matty could take his glue stick, then his little brother would definitely be able to take his cock.

"In my butt," said Matty as a matter of fact.

"Let me see."

Matty bent over at the waist and pointed his little butt at his big brother. Reaching back, he pulled his cheeks apart so Sam could see.

He expected to see the glue stick stretching his little brother's pink pucker like the butt plugs he saw online, but he didn't. "Matty, I don't see it."

"That's cause it's inside," the little blonde explained. With a little grunt, Matty's pucker opened right before Sam's eyes. Slowly, the end of the glue stick emerged from the third-grader's butt. About half way out, Matty's butt clinched and the glue stick shot out onto the bathroom floor. The room filled with the aroma of Matty's ass. it wasn't a smell that Sam enjoyed, but again, small sacrifices.

"Why did you stick it all the way in?" ask Sam. It wasn't how he'd showed Matty how to do it.

"It feels good," he said. "When it's in like that it hits my wiener button and makes it hard."

Sam filed that information away for later consideration. At this minute, it was time to get down to business.

"Give me your hand, Matty," said Sam. When the boy presented his hand, Sam squeezed a dollop of hand lotion onto the boy's fingers. "Get your butt slippery and I'll get my dick slippery." Matty reached back with the lotion and played with his hole while with is other hand, he unconsciously played with his stiff wiener. The entire time Matty's eyes were locked onto his older brother's twitching erection. Sam squirted lotion directly onto his dick then slathered it around until his dick was completely covered.

"Ready Matty?" The eight-year-old nodded excitedly. If the glue stick felt good, then he was certain Sam's dick would too. Besides, Sam was going to make sure he got his feel goods. The older boy positioned Matty so he was bent over and hanging onto the vanity. Stepping up, he rubbed his boner up and down Matty's butt crack. Unable to find the hole, Sam pried Matty's buns apart and used his hips to line up. When the head of his cock caught in Matty's slightly open hole, he thrust forward. In one motion, his cock slid right into Matt's ass right up to his hairless pubic area.

Matty shivered as Sam's dick brushed against his wiener button. Sam simply moaned with pleasure. His little brother's hole twitched and spasmed at the invasion sending sparks of pleasure the likes of which the boy had never known. He let go of Matt's cheeks and gripped the smaller boy's hips to pull their bodies tightly together.

"That feels good," sighed Matty.

"Yep," agreed Sam. He took a few trial in and outs and Matty's body shuddered again from the stimulation.

"I want my feel goods now," whined Matty.

Sam, knowing that if he played this right, instead of having to beg Matty to let him fuck him in the butt, Matty would be asking to be fucked. Sam reasoned if Matty liked it, it meant more sex and less guilt.

Reaching around Matty's hip, Sam began to masturbate the boy's rock hard two inches in time with his dick going in and out the boy's hole. For now, he tried to focus on getting Matty off.

Matty's butt hummed with pleasure. He rocked back and forth to help Sam's dick punch his wiener button. In combination with Sam's hand jacking him off, the young boy rode a blissful high. The little one moaned and groaned as Sam played his body from the front and the back. He knees shook and his moans grew louder as the boy's orgasm approached.

"Uh... Sam... Here... It... Come..." was Matty's warning before he shouted and shuddered. Sam felt the cock between his fingers swell then twitch as it tried in vain to shoot its nonexistent load. The sixth grader also felt Matty's tight hole clamp down on his rigid post.

"Shit Matty, your ass is gonna rip it off," said Sam as he held his dick root deep in his little brother's ass. The feeling of Matty's spasming ass grip and massage his cock was heavenly.

When Matty's dick softened, Sam new the boy's orgasm was over. Releasing the limp organ, he renewed his grip on Matty's hips. Starting with slow, gentle thrusts, Sam began fucking Matty again. He knew his orgasm was close. With no reason to hold off, Sam shifted through the gears until he was at top speed.

"Oh fuck, Matty," groaned Sam. "I'm going to shoot up your butt."

"Yeah," moaned Matty.

With a few more thrusts, Sam raised up on his toes and slammed into the hole before him. Lifting Matty off his feet, Sam drove his cock into the boy to ensure his seed was planted deep inside.

When his orgasm was over, Sam staggered back and slid down the wall until he rested on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. Matty groaned when Sam withdrew from his happy hole, but he wanted more. Much more.

Turning to face his big brother, Matty showed off his reawakened erection. "Sam," he said approaching the worn-out tween. "I want more feel goods." The boy thrust out his hips and poked Sam in the cheek with his boner. Sam looked up at his little brother and wondered if his plan had worked too well.