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INCEST TALES 5b
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  M/t, M/b, M/t/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo


DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between 
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never 
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things 
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then 
turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that 
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2


Hey, you!  Yeah, I mean you.  The guy staring at the computer screen, one 
hand on the mouse, the other hand on your dick.  If you haven't read the 
earlier stuff, so you know who's who, too fucking bad.  I don't have the 
time to get you up to speed.

Okay, okay, stop whining.  I'm 14, 5' 11", 175, and a fuckin' bully with 8 
inches of fat meat.  Got the pic?

Now can I get on with the good stuff?


So anyway, getting Sam, the nerd, was fucking easy...or rather, easy 
fucking.

I don't believe in fancy plots, mainly 'cause I can't think of 'em. Besides, 
bullies don't need to plan, they just take what they want. And I wanted 
Sam's teen ass pussy. Well, not really, but I figured I might as well enjoy 
it if I had to use it to get what I wanted...transportation. He was a 
sophomore, I was still in junior high, so it wasn't gonna be easy to get to 
him during the day. But I'd seen him at the mall a couple of times on 
Saturdays, so I figured that's where I'd nail him, or at least start the 
nailing process.

The next Saturday morning, Dad was just sliding his cock into Rick's asshole 
when I opened the door from the bathroom into Rick's room.

What?  Jesus, man, you are such a fucking wuss.  Rick is my brother.  He's 
eight.  He's got a six-inch dick 'cause my family develops early.  And don't 
give me that players 'n scorecard shit just 'cause you're too fucking lazy 
to go read the before stuff.  Okay, okay, dad's dock is nine plus inches and 
thicker than mine.  You satisfied now?  You gonna shut the fuck up and read 
and jerk, y'jerk?

My cock was instantly hard, but I knew if I joined in I'd have to wait 
another week, and I was hoping I'd get lucky and get some transportation set 
up today. So I told Dad there was some skinny white ass I felt like fucking 
if that was okay with him. He just grunted as he shoved more of his thick 
meat up Rick's own tiny butt. Dad had fucked Rick only once after our fun 
and games with Neil, so the kid wasn't used to all that prick; he was still 
having a bit of difficulty with mine. What a fucking turn on hearing your 
little brother whimper and squirm while your dad's prick is shoving its way 
into his tiny hole.

I couldn't resist. Asking for Dad's okay with a glance, I reached down, and 
felt up my Dad, right where his wide meat was stretching Rick's little butt. 
Dad squeezed the bulge in my crotch, reached around to press a thick finger 
against the faded jeans I was wearing, pushing it into my hole. But I had my 
own ass cunt to find. I smiled at Dad, and left.

I was in luck. Sam was already there. I watched him for a while, noticing 
how he kept trying to join groups of guys from school, but pretty soon they 
wandered away, leaving him alone. Shit, the stupid prick couldn't even get 
girls to talk to him. One other thing I noticed, he sure seemed to have to 
go to the john an awful lot, and he wasn't drinking a hell of lot to make 
him have to piss that much. On his third or fourth trip to the john, after 
making sure no one I knew from school was around, I followed him in. He was 
standing at one of the urinals, kind of pressed up against it, his right 
hand holding his prick.

I took the urinal next to him, ignoring the kind of surprised look on his 
face as he recognized me. Standing a little back, I unzipped, plopped out my 
half-hard meat, stroked it a little, started pissing, my thumb massaging the 
top of my cock. He looked at my prick out of the corner of his eyes, and 
when I kept right on kinda playin' with myself, he backed his hips up a 
little so his hard thin cock was visible. I pretended to suddenly be aware 
of what he was doing.

"What the fuck!"  I glared at him. "You some kinda faggot beatin' your meat 
while lookin' at me, Sam?"

He gulped, started trying to fumble his hardon back in his pants and get the 
hell outa there. He didn't have any luck, 'cause I grabbed his right arm 
with my left hand. I cut off the flow of piss, turned to face him.

"Yeah, you *are* a fuckin' faggot, ain't ya, Sam?"  I shook his arm, 
squeezed it kinda hard. He looked scared and desperate, 'cause I look like a 
mean motherfucker when I'm mad, and I outweighed him by about forty, fifty 
pounds. "Ya know what, Sam, I'm kinda glad you are 'cause I wanta cum, and 
your mouth'll be a fuckin' lot better than beatin' my meat."

I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him down to his knees, fast and 
hard, too surprised to resist. He was face to prick in no time. He licked 
his lips, looking frightened. Only not of sucking dick. "Wh...what if 
someone comes in?"  He glanced nervously toward the door. We weren't in 
sight if someone walked in, but past one wall and there we were...eight or 
nine urinals, a bunch of stalls...and me with a skinny white boy on his 
knees in front of my meat...and then with his mouth on it. I grabbed Sam's 
head with my left hand, held my prick to his mouth with my right, and 
pushed.

"Then I guess ya better make it fast, fag. I'm not the one suckin' young 
teen cock. Probably arrest *you* for makin' me a delinquent or something."

He just opened his mouth, though, as soon as he felt my oozing cockhead on 
it...and fuckin' swallowed me down. His nose was buried in my pubes and his 
tongue was working my cock like crazy. Goddamn but blowjobs were good!  And 
he was even better at it than Neil or Rick. Of course, they were doin' it 
because they didn't have much choice, but seems Sam here was really liking 
it. I put my hands on the side of his head and pulled his mouth slowly off 
my meat. He reached up, kinda fumbled with his glasses and managed to get 
'em off and tuck 'em into his jacket. Good thinking. Don't want anything 
gettin' in the way of my gettin' off real good.

For all my smart comments, I really didn't want to get my ass busted and 
hauled down to wherever it is they take fucked-up juveniles. So I started 
fucking his face good and hard, holding his head steady. He fought just a 
little, 'n then all of a sudden it was kinda like air goin' out of a 
balloon, 'cause his whole body went limp. Except for his thin meat. That was 
standing up hard and bright red, stickin' out of his pants. He was usin' his 
left hand to hold onto my leg for balance, but when he moved his right down 
to his dick, I told him to stop, that he couldn't cum until I told him it 
was okay.

Like...what the fuck was I going to do if he went ahead and jacked off 
anyway?  Like I was going to punish him by stopping the face-fuck?  Not 
blowing my load?  I don't think so.

But he did what I told him.

Fuckin' all right!

I really started working his mouth, punching in and out fast and hard, 
telling him what a fucking cum slut cocksucker he was, just a mouth to dump 
a hot load of cum in, how if he sucked real good maybe I'd let him have the 
privilege of getting his ass reamed by my meat. He couldn't move his head 
much I was holding on so tight, but damn he could moan and whimper around my 
prick. And even with my limited experience since Dad caught me and Rick 
fucking Neil last week, I could tell he was fucking turned on. So was I. I 
blasted my load of hot juice down his throat, making him gulp to keep up 
with it all.

When I decided I was through, I started to pull out but he didn't want to 
let me, the eager little shit cocksucker. But I pulled out anyway, and he 
rested back on his heels, his cock still hard and oozing. He looked up at me 
with this...weird...fucking expression. Then down at his dick.

"You don't think I'm gonna blow you, do you, queer boy?"

Sam's voice was real quiet and he didn't look up at me. "No, sir."

Sir?

"Well, then, whadda ya want?"  Shit, this was gettin' weird. I'm all 
dressed, and there's this thin white boy who probably can't even see me 
without those glasses, kneeling in front of me with a hardon. And calling me 
"sir" like I was his dad or somethin'.

"Whatever you want, sir."

Whatever *I* want?  Fuck, this kid was even farther down Dad's food chain, 
without even having to explain it to him.

"Whatever *I* want?"  Sometimes I've got to ask a couple times to 
understand.

"Yes, sir."  'n he *still* wasn't looking at me.

Okay, I guess I'd see how far this would go. I moved a couple steps, told 
him to shift around so he was facing the entrance, and then told him to jack 
off real fast. He fuckin' did!  He didn't shoot a hell of a lot, although 
the first shot went up pretty high and then fell back down on his pants; the 
rest of it just oozed out of his slit and onto his fingers. I told him it 
was okay to lick his cum off his fingers, get up and put his cock away. He 
did.

So there we were, him standin' there lookin' at the floor, a cum stain on 
his pants...and me tryin' to figure out what the fuck to do next. I mean, 
Sam was standin' there like he didn't have a clue, no mind, just waitin' for 
orders. I heard the door open and I got an idea. *Really* find out what he'd 
do. I asked him if he had to piss, and he just nodded yes. I stepped away 
from him real quick, like we weren't with each other. 'n then I told him to 
piss, right where he was, and when he was done, get some fries in the food 
court, eat 'em, and then go home and get cleaned up.

He blinked, and his eyes got kinda funny and almost teary, like he was gonna 
ask me not to do this. Instead, he just bit his lip, like he was thinkin' 
real hard. 'n then, just when he started pissing in his pants, and he musta 
finally had to go bad, 'cause the piss started staining and spreading real 
fast, this father and son...I guess...walked in. And stopped with their 
mouths open.

The little boy pointed at Sam and said, "Daddy, he's pissing himself."

"Uh, yeah, son, yeah."  Daddy didn't look like he was sure whether he should 
turn around and get the hell out, or do what they came in to do. Guess they 
had to go too bad. He turned the kid around, kinda pushed him in the 
direction of the kiddy-level urinal, and then stepped up to one himself, but 
he still kept lookin' over at pissed-up Sam with his new hardon showing 
through the wet pants. He pulled out a real impressive piece of meat, not as 
big as *my* Dad's, and just held it there like he was trying to piss. Except 
he was standin' far enough back from the pisser, kinda angled toward Sam 'n 
me a little bit, for us to see his dick plumping up.

I just grinned at him, groped my own hardon a little, and then mouthed, 
"Sorry, dude, gotta go."  He looked disappointed, and his cock was more than 
half hard. As I walked toward the exit I looked down at the kid. He'd 
dropped his jeans, and I could see this really hot pair of round, pale buns. 
Damn, but that looked like a nice ass to shove my hard meat up inside. I 
wondered if Daddy was dicking his boy.

Sam was trailing me, and when we got to the door, I told him to wait a 
little before coming out. And told him after he got cleaned up to drive over 
to my house and pick me up. He just whispered "Yes, sir."

I didn't stick around to see the fun...watch Sam get all humiliated about 
having to parade around the mall in pissed-in jeans, with everyone watching 
the nerdy little fag. I headed home to tell Dad what had happened.

Whatever I want, huh?

I began to get some fun ideas.

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