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The Masturbation Chronicles No. 3

Bailey Stimson's Big Mistake
September 30, 2007

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of 
this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for adults, 
and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys with older 
men.  This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and names are also 
made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.  I 
do not engage in or condone sexual activity between adults and underage boys 
which is regulated by law.  These are fantasies for sexual private sexual 
enjoyment, not for emulation in real life.

This current series is entitled "The Masturbation Chronicles" and will be a 
series of discreet stories focused around the theme of uncontrollable 
masturbation and its consequences.  I would truly appreciate suggestions 
from others for scenes or settings, and of course descriptions of real 
scenes.  Often my stories have been woven from tales shared with me by those 
of your who comment on my stories.  So please consider writing to me.

My stories are posted on http://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/glaucon/, 
and on ASSGM.com.  I would appreciate comments on my writing.  I certainly 
admire the good writers on the web, and consider myself still a learner. 
Please contact me at glaucon55@aol.com.


Masturbation Chronicle No. 3
Bailey Stimson's Big Mistake

Bailey Stimson was on top of the world.  At fifteen he was handsome, 
athletic, and filled with enough spunk to drown girls from Harrisburg to 
Calverton.  No fine chick was possibly immune from his radar, and with his 
Puka bead necklace, perfectly straight teeth, thick red hair, boyish 
freckles, and 7 inches of oversized boy dick, he had the confidence of 
teenage arrogance that was untested and naïve.  Since he had been eleven, he 
had learned that if he drove his fat knobbed penis into the sheets at night, 
he could achieve shattering sensations that made him lose his breath, and 
involuntarily fuck the bed for sometimes up to twenty or thirty seconds.  It 
was a pre-teen dream cum true.  His cousin Sam had filled his mind with 
impure thoughts that Altar Boys should not have according to Father Raymond, 
and then showed him that if he stroked his then four inch boner with a slick 
fist, he could make his toes curl.  He and Sam had even traded slimy palms 
two times, once when they had to share a tent on the overnight camping trip 
their fathers had organized when they were eleven, and then again on a long 
drive to visit relatives when they were in the back of RV, facing out the 
rear window and everyone else was asleep.

Fuck, it was so cool to do it with Sam on the sly like that, sliding their 
hands down each other's loose shorts, gripping their respective steel stiff 
pricklets with spit slick fingers, and teasing them till they had to bite 
their lips from groaning out load.  Sam was amazing, the way his thick 
fingers zeroed in on Bailey's sensitive prick tip, twirling them around the 
bloated knob, thumbing his glans and them cupping the whole head in his 
palm.  It took Bailey about fifteen minutes of teasing, his cousin bringing 
him to the edge and then purposely stopping, before Bailey's legs 
straightened out, his toes curled reflexively, and his fat knob went glass 
smooth in his cousin's experienced fist.  'When the first bolts of 
pre-ejaculatory sensation erupted, the sensitivity of Bailey's prick caused 
Sam to quickly put his other hand over his handsome cousin's mouth, 
preventing Bailey from waking their younger brothers, asleep in the seat 
ahead of them.  Bailey flailed his head back and forth as Sam's fist teased 
him to conclusion, drinking in big gulps of air to cover his 
hypersensitivity.  But Sam's fist soon released him as his own bloated glans 
got a thorough milking from Bailey, and he jerked his own legs out and slid 
down further on the bed of RV to allow his cock to take control of his body. 
Soon Sam's own throbbing dry-cum made him twist and turn to escape his 
cousin's unerring fist, and the two boys quietly panted their sweet 
satisfaction.

The years had passed.  Now, Bailey was fifteen and at home, school was in 
session, and there was no Sam to confide in his lust over Karyn Holcomb. 
Instead, as he lay in his bed, naked, he ground his engorged teenage phallus 
into the lubricated wash cloth that prevented his mother from seeing sticky 
boy stains on the sheets.  He closed his eyes and groaned lowly as his fat 
glans drove into the terry cloth wet with mother's hand lotion, fucking the 
material like it was soon girl's pussy; mashing and squishing his prong into 
the yielding, but abrasive material.  His strong legs lifted his slender and 
slightly curved shaft up and then thrust it down into the bed.  Each time he 
lifted up on his toes, his taut butt cheeks opened, splitting the melons 
when he drove his prick back down into the bed.  "Aaaahhhhhh fuuuccccck, 
Bailey softly whined, grinding and twisting his torso and hips into the bed, 
making sure to roil his boy prick as deeply into the wash cloth as possible, 
getting up again on his toes to make sure he got enough traction to mash his 
pecker into submission.  It was a wonder that the cloth stayed wrapped 
around his bulging penis, the force of his fucking bruising the material 
over his sensitive knob and wreaking sensations that made his tits tighten 
and his anus squeeze tightly.

What Bailey did not know was that his ten and a half year old brother Royce 
was monitoring each plunge into the bed.  Royce, on his hands and knees, was 
watching his brother's big strong body achieve the desperate teenage 
ejaculation it desperately wanted so badly.  For several weeks, Royce had 
been sneaking into his brother's room once the frottage began because Bailey 
was so consumed with his thrusting and fucking the wash cloth that he did 
not notice in the dark his door which was around the corner from his bed, 
open slightly.  Royce was able to crawl into the room, and hide behind 
Bailey's desk near the door to get a good view.  His own thick, four inch 
prong was steel stiff, and he gripped his loose pajama bottoms around the 
pricklet glans, twisting his fist over the bloated boy tip until his own dry 
orgasm, lubricated by his preteen, pre-fuck sap, made him flinch and jerk 
while he watched Bailey make the final plunges into the bed.  He watched 
intently as Bailey's long strong toes dug into the bedding, forcing his 
over-heated cock into the spasms bathed in thick wads of teenage spunk that 
left him gasping and groaning…. "aaaaagghhhhhh, ooooooowwwwww…. Fuck, 
shit….. aaaaaagggghhhh."  Then with one final plunge that announced that his 
cock knob was too sensitive for more, Bailey would crash down on the bed 
gasping and hunching from the ticklish intensity on his prick tip, and would 
soon fall asleep, allowing Royce an avenue of escape.  Royce would slink out 
on his knees just the way he came in, and let his still stiff pricklet lead 
him back to his room for another round of frottage of his own.  The Stimson 
boys knew how to grind cock with the best of American youth, and 
not-with-standing their handsome all-American faces, they were as nasty and 
sex-starved as the next boy.

Bailey and his cousin Sam were growing tired of their respective 
masturbatory routines not out of reluctance to shoot cum, but out of their 
horny fuck-lust for girls.  Both fifteen year old jocks were mesmerized by 
the idea of cunt without understanding why or caring, and both wanted to get 
their randy prongs bathed in pussy juice.  But good boys don't do that kind 
of thing, and so all Sam and Bailey could do was talk about the taut nipples 
they saw at school and the flash of panties and pussy mounds that tantalized 
them.  Fuck, girl's were all a prick-tease, making guys prongs stiff and 
hard and sticky all fucking day.  Sometimes Bailey thought the school should 
provide a booth where guys could go in privacy and have a girl suck their 
dicks, like the fag holes in the john at the park where some guys went for 
relief.  In truth, both boys wanted their cocks sated constantly, and that 
meant more than once a day.  Girls were the means to an end, and neither boy 
had fallen for a particular girl at their respective schools.  Instead, they 
looked forward to parties where they could find a cute cunt to suck face 
with, and grind their erect cocks against soft legs and thighs… going home 
with blue balls and having to fuck their beds sometimes twice in a row to 
get relief.  Since they went to schools across town from each other, their 
e-mails and chats on-line became the method of sharing fantasies that more 
than once had resulted in each boy masturbating into a sock as they talked. 
But neither confided about that to the other…instead, they greedily read the 
nasty words each wrote, pinching their respective tits, and twisting their 
dirty practice socks around their leaky prongs, determined to find another 
way to get their pungent boy spooge out of their heavy, ball sweat covered, 
testicles, and bloated cock knobs.  As luck would have it, Sam had found 
just what both boys had dreamed of in their horny day dreams and sticky wet 
dreams.  Down the block from his house lived Kristy Jennings, a thirteen and 
a half (going on eighteen) year old sweet meat.  Kristy had tits already the 
size of mature women, and her dark, shining eyes and raven hair made it 
clear she was well past puberty.  The way her pert ass thrust out when she 
walked in shorts made Sam leak like a sieve in his masturbatory fantasies. 
As it turned out, Kristy who had moved into town only six months earlier 
when her dad took a construction job in the area, had befriended another 
girl who was her blond counterpart; Kara Townsend.  Kara was almost 
fourteen, and her pale blue eyes were pools into which boys like Bailey and 
Sam sank helplessly.  Like Kristy, her tits were already mature, and the 
pale nipples were clearly outlined in the blouses she wore, as well as the 
fact that she often went to school without a bra.  Shit, these girls were 
ripe, and older boys in the neighborhood eyed them hungrily, but adjusted 
their stiff hardons and moved on when they realized how young they were. 
But Sam had no such concerns.  He knew nothing of laws regarding underage 
sex, and he figured if kids were kids, anything was fair game.  He began 
sharing with Bailey descriptions and photos of the girls, pictures he took 
with his digital telephoto camera when they were coming and going from 
Kristy's house.

Over the course of several weeks, Bailey was desperate to meet Kara and Sam 
had staked out Kristy as his prey.  It turned out that in another week, a 
party was taking place down the block at the home of one of the junior high 
kids whose parents let them hold teen parties.  There was no drinking or 
smoking or drugs allowed, but the parents were easy and did not supervise 
the parties held by their daughter.  She invited the best looking kids, and 
even some older boys, to give the parties an edge, and make them seem hot. 
It worked, and popular kids, jocks and all the best cunt in the neighborhood 
would show up.  Sam had worked up the courage to approach Kristy, and 
eventually told her about his cousin Bailey.  He wondered if sometime they 
could double date, he would invite his cousin over, and he could hang with 
Kara.  Kristy admired the handsome face, and Sam's strong body.  His boyish 
smile was so infectious, and that dimple on his right side when he laughed 
was like a flame to her itchy pussy's moth.  When news of the party down the 
block became the big story at school, Kristy suggested that Sam invite his 
cousin, and she would ask Kara to join them.  They could go together…and 
guess what.  Kristy's father had to leave her alone at the house for the 
weekend.  He was a single parent, and he admonished her not to invite anyone 
over while he was away.  But Kristy just smiled sweetly and did what she 
always did, that is, whatever the fuck she wanted.  When her dad was gone, 
she was free.  So she told Sam that he and Bailey and Kara could come back 
to her house after hanging out at the party if they wanted.  Sam told her 
that sounded cool, but did not make a big issue of the invitation until he 
told Bailey in an excited instant message.  "Fucking A…were going to get a 
chance to score pussy, at least stick our fingers in their cunts and maybe 
get a blow job…shit, this is the best!"  Bailey concurred and the two boys 
furiously fucked their beds that night, dreams of sugar plum cunt and berry 
nipples, dancing through their heads as their strong feed drove their torsos 
relentlessly into the their respective beds.  Little did Sam know that his 
younger brother, eleven year old Kevin, had learned from his cousin Royce 
all about Bailey's jerk sessions.  So Kevin had been sneaking through the 
shared bathroom, opening the door slightly and watching his brother screw an 
old gym sock into the bed, mesmerized by the strong his brother's strong ass 
checks clenching as he ground down and torque his body to work the fevered 
prick into submission.  Like Royce, Kevin masturbated his own pre-teen 
pricklet, a sturdy five inch cudgel, gripping the fat boy glans and mauling 
it with spit and his own pre-ejaculate to achieve a shuddering, tingling 
dry-cum that made his bite his lip and close his eyes from the intensity of 
the sensation.  These four cousins were as randy as boys could be, and as 
innocent and sweet as Norman Rockwell boys on the old covers of Life 
Magazine.  Only in the darkness of their rooms, did these boys show how much 
their pricks governed their lives, and how much satisfying the demands of 
their boy boners ruled their day to day thoughts.  For Bailey and Sam, cunt 
was the objective, but for Royce and Kevin it was the guilty pleasure of 
masturbating their pre-teen alter egos, their stiff pricklets.

What Sam, and of course Bailey, did not know was that they were being 
watched closely by their younger brothers, and that the two girls they were 
going to date at the forthcoming teen bash were mature beyond their years. 
Both girls were experienced beyond the boys' imaginations, and knew how they 
needed their pussies itched and to make big boys beg.  Kristy had learned 
about her cunt and its reflexively gripping tunnel and sensitive clit from 
her older cousin, Billy Randle.  When Kristy was eleven and he was 
seventeen, Billy managed to get her out into the woods on a vacation hike, 
and by the time their picnic lunch was finished, his strong thick finger had 
lodged itself in her virgin mount and stroked Kristy to three straight 
orgasms while his lips were locked on her nearest nipple, laving and 
suctioning it till she fairly squealed.  Jesus, Kristy loved the way Billy's 
rough finger pad had teased and tickled her cunt lips, worming just inside 
the pre-teen labia, and there scratching, rubbing, and searching for her 
most sensitive spots until the young girl was thrashing under his body that 
was half draped over hers, keeping her captive as he frigged her leaky hole. 
As he suckled her exposed tit, making electric shocks rocket through her 
body and fire her clit into a stiff nub, he turned his thumb into a flicking 
machine and his index finger into a rooter router.  Billy had taken Kristy 
deep into the woods, to a secluded spot under a small waterfall so that when 
her girlish squeals and cries from the delicious sensations rang out, no one 
would hear them above the rushing water.  Even better though, Bill shared 
his thick eight inch prong with Kristy's soft fingers and inexperienced 
mouth, and once she realized that boys were controlled by their cocks, the 
tables were turned.

Billy was so strong, and so manly to Kristy, but the moment her gentle hands 
gripped his throbbing prong, sticky with his pre-fuck sap, and her 
fingertips glided over the satin bulb of his fat prick knob, the big teen 
surrendered, lying back and closing his eyes and abandoning his cock to its 
fate.  What a glorious afternoon for Kristy, her pussy still sweetly aching 
from the finger-fucking she had gotten, and her nipples a bit sore from 
Billy's voracious mouth.  But then to have this big, 6' 1" boy completely at 
her disposal was a miracle that made her pussy leak.  She searched out his 
navel and tickled him, she hefted and scratched his heavy hanging balls 
making him writhe, and she even pinched his rubbery teats making his prick 
go rigid each time.  Every discovery was a revelation.  Before they returned 
from their outing, Kristy had made Billy's big boner geyser once over her 
trembling fist, and then a second time into her soft mouth, wrenching cries 
and exclamations from him as he kept stroking and mouthing his sensitive 
prick tip after each explosion.  But Billy did not stop her, he was 
helpless, wanting to have his sweet young cousin drain his copious spooge 
and milk his big boy balls.  From that time on, Kristy measured her ability 
to control men.  There was the young, married security guard at the Mall who 
licked her cunt to two cums, but only after she made him lower his pants and 
briefs to his ankles and masturbate for her.  She got to take some booty 
from the store she was in as a reward, without paying a dime.  And there was 
her soccer coach who rubbed his fat knobbed cock against her pussy and ass 
till he came, and then had to lick his cum off her until she was satisfied 
with his service.  Finally, there was the thirty year old gas company reader 
who was offered a soda and got much more for his time and trouble.  He had 
introduced Kristy to fucking, and Christ did he know how to use that 7", 
curved shaft with the fat plum knob.  He showed Kristy what nature had 
taught men across time, to leverage their strong ass muscles on their tip 
toes, and drive deep and corkscrew, to wring cries of bliss and squeals of 
joy from girls till they could hardly breathe.  And the gas man was so 
insatiable, matching Kristy own slutty lust.  He had fucked her three times 
in two hours, and then had to jam, knowing he had to make up the lost time 
he had spent with her.  Now, living in a new town with new and fresh meat to 
conquer, Kristy was ready for Sam and his cousin.  This would be easy, and 
from getting to know Kara, she knew the older girl was a kindred spirit and 
knowledgeable counterpart.

For her part, Kara had been screwed by her thirteen year old brother since 
he had been twelve.  Connor Townsend had always been big for his age, and 
his cock was a match for his body.  Early on, he learned that other kids 
longed to touch him, and he went from hunching his bed, to getting blowjobs 
from younger boys in the school toilet, to screwing his sister in what seem 
like a blur.  Kara caught him spying on her, and masturbating his thick six 
inch boy prong.  But instead of punishing him, she invited him into her room 
when their parents were distracted at night, and at least twice a week he 
would lick her pussy and screw her till she came twice.  Boys were so 
delicious, made to service girls and give them thrills in their aching 
cunts.  Like a good puppy dog, thirteen year old Connor dutifully met every 
need Kara had, except the thrill of meeting and conquering new boys.  Now 
her friend Kristy, no stranger to dick, had arranged it so that the two 
girls could tame two new cocks.  It was going to be a fun party.

The week of the party, Bailey had asked his parents permission to go across 
town and spend the weekend with his cousin Sam so they could go to the 
gathering.  Royce knew from his e-mails and IMs with Kevin that Sam was just 
as much a jerk-off artist as Bailey, and he wondered if the two older boys 
fooled around with each other.  He and Kevin decided he should ask to come 
and spend the weekend too, since his parents would be bringing Bailey and 
then the two of them could spy on the older boys---maybe even follow them to 
the party---to see what they would get into.  Anyway, Kevin had gotten a 
cool new digital camera for his birthday and it could take night pictures 
using infrared, and had a telephoto lens for long distance shots…ostensibly 
for nature pictures.  But both boys knew what they wanted from Kevin's 
camera…they just had to get together and pull it off.  Royce's pleas were 
finally heard, and with a promise he would not tag along after his big 
brother and get in the way, he was allowed to spend the same weekend with 
Kevin.  Their plan had been successfully hatched, now it remained to be seen 
what they would see and capture on Kevin's camera.  Little did the two 
mischievous preteens know what surprises were in store for them!

Royce had been surfing the internet for some time, and when he and Kevin got 
together, he showed his cousin pictures he had downloaded onto his flash 
drive.  There were pictures of guys screwing chicks, their huge, stiff 
prongs battering soft, wet pussies and raking turgid little clits.  There 
were pictures of women, with bright red lipstick on, sucking hard male 
prongs, and getting cum squirted on their faces.  And there were pics of big 
dicks being masturbated by guys and chicks, causing cum to geyser from the 
bloated knobs of the lucky recipients of the handjobs. For Royce and Kevin, 
straight sex was obvious, but any sex where guys got to shoot spooge was 
good, especially since they could not yet ejaculate big boy sperm.  By the 
time they went to bed that first night, both boy's thick four inch pricklets 
were throbbing, leaking pre-cum to make their boy boners sticky and 
sensitive.  But since neither could shoot cum, the constant leaking merely 
lubricated them for heaving dry-cums that would be achieved later.  That 
night after Kevin's parents had gone to bed, they used their flash lights to 
eliminate themselves underneath the bedspread.  Both boys slid their bloated 
pre-teen fuck sticks through the opening of their pajamas and gripped them 
in respective fists, swirling their fingers up their stiff little stalks, 
and their palms over the fat glans, making them both squirm and grind their 
asses on the bed they were sharing in Kevin's room; their long toes pointing 
hard as they teased their boners.

At one point, Kevin showed Royce a trick he had learned from pics on one of 
the porn sites he had found in his internet searches.  He used some old ties 
of his dad's that he found in the basement, and persuaded Royce to let him 
tie his arms to the bedposts.  Royce went along, just to see what the fuck 
Kevin had in mind, his cousin telling him he would love it.  Then squirting 
some hand lotion on his palm, Kevin gently grasped his bound cousin's 
throbbing boner in his fist, and began a slow, tortuous masturbation of the 
big pre-teen boy.  Royce gasped from the delicious sensation of his cousin's 
practiced fist gripping his sticky wiener, and hunched his legs the moment 
Kevin's muscled palm roiled over his fat, achy glans, the sensation driving 
him wild.  His knees came up to his chest, and he tried to roll over on his 
side away from Kevin.  But Kevin had bound him securely, and he merely 
followed his cousin and thrust his own knees under Royce's back, pinning him 
on his side while his fist continued to slide slowly up and down the rigid 
boy prick.  Royce couldn't stand it and yet could not stop his hips from 
thrusting his boy rod into the hand of his smiling cousin.  Fuck it felt 
good to have his boner stroked and squeezed, the sensitive glans tickled and 
milked.  He whispered hoarsely, telling Kevin to stop the desperate 
sensations, his voice rising from the incredible hand job he was receiving. 
Kevin quickly shushed his cousin, and stopped masturbating him for a moment 
to find the pair of underwear Royce had worn before they got into their 
pajamas.  In a quick motion, he stuffed the shorts into his cousin's mouth 
as a precaution, and his still wet fist went back to find the helplessly 
erect boy penis and to resume his calculated masturbation of Royce.  Kevin 
knew that Royce wanted to be milked by his experienced fist, but he also 
knew that Royce was as sensitive as he was, and could not stand the slow, 
tortuous masturbation, especially from a fist belonging to someone else.

"Aaaaagggghhhhh…..mmmmpppphhhhh….aaaawwwwwuuuucccckkkk….oooopp, oooop,
Aaaaaaawwwww….goooooooodddddd….!" Royce babbled into the wadded underwear 
that had him gagged.  But all he could do is bounce on his cousin's legs, 
and twist frantically, to try and avoid (even as he wickedly enjoyed), the 
relentless masturbation to which his rigid boy bone was being subjected. 
Every time Royce's pricklet seemed to go rigid, and the fat glans-glassy, 
Kevin, would slow down.  He also used his fingernails under Royce's t-shirt 
and found his cousin's nipples rigid and sensitive, provoking more squawking 
and groaning from Royce.  That along with his occasional attempt to slide a 
finger between Royce's firm boy buns, to tickle his cousin's anal knot, made 
Royce almost hysterical.  It took him almost a full hour, but Kevin wrung 
two massive dry cums from his cousin's ever-stiff prong, milking him 
ruthlessly and yet gently, and leaving Royce soaking wet from sweat in his 
efforts to both avoid his cousin's fist, and from the gymnastics that 
accompanied each dry ejaculation.  Christ, Kevin loved seeing the reactions 
by Royce as his thumb slid over the convulsing Royce's over-heated prick 
knob at the moment of his cum, almost making the boy faint, his legs thrust 
out and toes pointed, as the merciless thumb flicked back and forth over the 
aching glans.

Later, that night, Royce would get his own back, tying Kevin down when he 
was asleep, securing both arms and lets, and then milking his cousin two 
times in succession. Kevin had the ability to cum within minutes of his dry 
cums, and Royce had more than once almost driven his cousin insane, 
wrestling the smaller boy down, and pining him while jerking him off 
relentlessly.  Tonight, it was late and both boys were tired, so Royce 
merely satisfied himself with two cums, but induced in a way that made Kevin 
strain and buck helplessly against his bonds.  He used Kevin's socks to keep 
his cousin quiet, and employed a slightly different approach to the 
masturbation since Kev was spread-eagled.  He gripped Kevin's turgid wiener 
in one hand, and rolled his fist and palm over his cousin's knob gently, but 
continuously, keeping him on edge as long as he could, and then wrenching 
ass grinding dry cums from him that were as wicked as the ones Kevin had 
extracted from him earlier.  He loved the way Kevin's toes did the opposite 
of his own, curling tight as his orgasm shook him, and as Royce's fist 
continued to swirl around the bloated glans, making the helpless boy writhe 
and buck through his own sweaty dry cums.  Ah fuck, being pre-teen punks and 
cousins was fucking great, and no one knew how much sex they could enjoy 
privately.  By day they were the handsome, almost teen boys who dominated 
little league and their skateboards, but away from prying eyes they were 
nasty, sex sluts who wanted to have and see sex non-stop.  These exploits 
were just that, brainless pre-teen boy jock, fuck-lust, but later, they 
would become a template for both of the boys to use on their hapless older 
brothers whose own cocks ruled their all-American bodies and brains.

Kristy had decided that it was time to have some fun with the two teenage 
guys who had been sniffing around them like amateur pussy hounds.  Both she 
and Kara wanted their cunts soothed on Saturday night, but they were going 
to have some fun with these dick-brained middle school studs first.  Kristy 
conceived of a plan to make the two boys kiss each others' dicks before they 
would allow them to have the fuck both boys seemed desperate to achieve. 
Why the fuck not, older guys had made Kristy squirm, and Kara new the 
pleasure of making a hard-dicked teenager her own personal sex slave (her 
own brother at that), so why not these hunky middle school jock boys who 
thought their teen pricks were God's gift to woman.  It would be a hoot to 
see their expressions when the girl's told them the price of admission. 
And, after all, who would it hurt.  The girls intended to bring them back to 
Kristy's house with her dad away, no one would know….

The party was the usual…hard bodied boys preening and posing for the pretty 
girls who were deciding who would have to go home with blue balls and jerk 
their stiff prods for relief, instead of sinking the boy dicks into wet, 
sticky mouths or cunts.  Teenage boys were do deliciously predictable, 
desperate to ejaculate, and determined to sink their manly pride into girl's 
soft, slick holes.  Failing that, they would fuck their beds or their fists 
or anything they could pry their cock into that would not disclose their 
rabid need to screw, and to what pathetic ends they would go to get their 
release.  Every boy at the party had to put on the face of masculine 
bravado, and dominating strength.  Pussy existed for them, no the other way 
around.  But as their constantly stiff boy pricks taught them, at the end of 
the day, they just fucking needed to cum…and once in that condition, they 
were easily manipulated.  Beautiful boys with god-like bodies and thick, fat 
knobbed pricks were like putty after a few brews and lots of boasting and 
acting.  At least two guys would get sucked off in the johns by other guys, 
pretending that they were too drunk to know what was happening; after all, 
one cocksucker is as good as the next.  Two other boys would cream just from 
lip locking with girls at the party, and rubbing their insistent boners, 
barely covered by briefs and jeans, against the legs of the knowing partners 
who loved the power they had over these dim witted members of the male sex. 
The rest of the boys were hoping that they would get a girl's hand, mouth or 
god-willing, cunt wrapped around their pulsing shafts.  Otherwise, it was 
home to screw the sheets, the hidden socks, or their fists---dreaming of 
mastering soft, pretty girls who seemed so innocent and wanting to surrender 
to male bravado.

Bailey and Sam had showered and even used deodorant, dressed in t-shirts, 
shorts and flip-flops to expose enough of their firm, young bodies to make 
their dates wonder at what treasures remained to be disclosed, and casual 
enough to be one of the guys.  But when they saw the girls, they struggled 
to prevent their teenage pricks from poking out their shorts.  Kristy and 
Kara wore ribbed halter tops that clung to their boobs, emphasizing their 
nipples, making them look like cherries ready to be plucked.  Their skirts 
showed off their creamy thighs, and each time they bent over, their panties 
were exposed, barely covering the magical wet, soft lips that were beckoning 
Bailey and Sam.  The girls played coy, the two boys were cautious and 
polite, goofing-off just enough to suggest the boyish charm that teenage 
boys think girls adore.  Little did they know that Kristy and Kara had seen 
it all.  They knew what the boys wanted, and they played along with the 
stupid jokes, affectations and gestures.  But when it got to 10 p.m., the 
girls suggested to the boys that they walk down the block to Kristy's house. 
Unbeknownst to both couples, hanging outside the house where the party was 
blaring were Bailey's and Sam's brothers.  They tracked their brothers 
discreetly, and with all the noise and revel, neither was paid much 
attention by the older attendees, more interested in each other than two 
brats.  As Bailey, Sam and the two girls leave the party, they are trailed 
by the two boys who have been monitoring them the whole night, watching 
their older brother male models and suggestive touching and holding that has 
led to the departure.

At the house, Kristy led the others to the living room which looks out 
through a large plate glass window to the pool in the back yard.  The heavy 
curtains are open, because Kristy has no worries with her dad out of town, 
and the large cypress trees screening the yard.  Little did she realize that 
two boys have come through the side gate, and are hiding behind the barbeque 
on the patio, near the windows.  With their high resolution, digital camera 
in Kevin's hands, they hoped to get some pictures they could use to tease 
their brothers, and maybe even see something that they could masturbate to. 
For everyone involved that night, there were surprises in store.

"Oh fuck, yeah…" Bailey groaned as Kara's palm glided over his mounded fly, 
grinding his bloated boy prick, leaking and jerking under his shorts and 
boxers, while his tongue dueled desperately with hers, using it to fuck her 
in his imagination, since his penis was still captive.  Kara was the 
aggressor, pushing Bailey back on the couch, her knee between his legs, 
brushing against his balls, as her hand slid back and forth over his fly 
front, teasing the oversized cock on the young teen.  Bailey's inexperienced 
hands were rubbing her back as he focused on driving his tongue deep in her 
mouth, and outside Kevin's camera focused on the erotic scene, using the dim 
light from the lamp on the end table next to them to capture shot after 
shot.  He even got one of Bailey's long toes curling on his one foot that 
along with his strong leg was draped over Kara's body as she pressed him 
down on the corner of the sofa, his flip-flop fallen on the floor as he 
struggled to gain some control over girl who was ravishing him.

Better yet at the other end of the sofa, Sam's shorts were at his ankles, 
his knees spread opening his crotch and Kristy's long fingers were curled 
around his stiff and unusually thick six inch cudgel, its fat knob being 
grazed by her long, painted fingernails.  His hand was up under her dress 
clumsily trying to claw his way under her ass to her pussy.  Like Bailey, he 
had transferred his instinct to fuck to his tongue, thrusting it 
helter-skelter into Kristy's mouth, hoping he could maneuver her over his 
throbbing boner and lower her down onto his determined cock before there was 
an accident and he shot spunk over her hand, and everything else in the 
nearby vicinity.  Kevin's camera used the 12x telephoto to capture every 
leaky detail of his brother's drooling boner, being manipulated by Kristy's 
knowledgeable fingers.  Then he moved the picture frame outwards to make 
sure faces and bodies were all clearly visible in the shots.

The time had come, Kristy's trying hard not to laugh into Sam's face as he 
hyper-ventilated and panted with his eyes shut and his tongue bouncing 
frantically around in the amused girl's mouth.  She looked over to Kara, and 
when she caught her eye, winked, announcing the moment to spring their plan 
on the horny, desperate boys.  Kristy, lead the way.  "Hmmmm…. Sam, you're 
so nice…oh, I love what you're doing," she purred, reaching down with her 
free hand to slide it over his as he fumbled under her dress, over her wet 
panties.  Sam thought he was evoking the sticky wetness, but it was really 
the excitement Kristy felt over the chance to humiliate these two boys. 
"Sammy, will you do something for me….?" she pleaded softly.  "Yeah baby, 
sure…what'ya want…tell me…yeah…tell me…." he responded, grinding his prick 
into her fingers as they danced teasingly around his fevered prick knob.

But when Sam could finally focus on her words, he was astounded…dumb-founded 
actually.  "What the fuck," he said when Kristy said that she wanted to fuck 
him, but wanted him to prove how much he wanted her by kissing Bailey's 
pecker.  Sam laughed, a nervous laugh, and gave a "you must be kidding me" 
look first at Kristy, then at Bailey.  That was when Kara piped in, "oh, 
yesss….oh please, Bailey please let him do it… that's so cool, such an 
amazing idea, oh, it makes me so horny just to think bout it….."  Bailey 
just had a dumb, blank expression, his cock taking most of his attention as 
he felt the drops of pre-cum sliding out the piss lips, wetting his boxers 
from the last deep thrust of his tongue almost to Kara's tonsils.  When he 
did get his wits, Bailey said, "what kind of shit is that…I'm not letting 
Sam kiss my pecker…that's queer."

Outside, the two younger boys watched somewhat perplexed why all the hot and 
heavy action had stopped, and their brothers and the girls were now talking. 
Not that Sam's cock had gone down, Kirsty kept him nice and stiff by gently 
rubbing her fingers over his bloated fuck tip while they spoke.  But why the 
conversation?  Inside, Kristy was not to be deterred.  "Sam, if you don't 
kiss Bailey's cock, I don't want to fuck you…it's like Kara said, it makes 
me horny.  I wanna be real horny when we do it…don't you Sam… common, 
please…do it for me."  Kristy lowered her eyes, and gave a sweet little girl 
pout, and Sam, like a moth to the flame, fell right into the trap.

"Shit, that is so fucking queer…." Sam complained giving as disgusted a look 
away from both Bailey and girls as he could muster, but there was just a bit 
of resignation in his voice,(like "Jesus, why the fuck me…fuck, let's get it 
over with…").  He turned and looked hard at his cousin hoping for some help, 
but Bailey just looked dazed.  He wanted to go back to kissing Kara, but she 
was waving her index finger at him when he tried to pull her back, making 
like, "no, no, no…"  She was keeping Bailey at bay until Sam completed his 
ablutions, and earned the right to get into Kristy's panties.  But even as 
Sam continued to whine, Kristy pulled him down from the sofa onto his knees, 
and Kara distracted Bailey by unzipping his shorts and extracting his long, 
thick pecker through the wet fly of the boxer shorts.  Outside, Kevin's and 
Royce's eyes opened wide as they saw Kara turn Bailey's impressive boy penis 
toward his cousin's face, and Kristy gently pushed Sam's head toward the 
bulbous knob, leaking clear pre-fuck like a sieve.

"Ooooohhhh, Sam, you're making me so horny" Kristy crooned as she guided his 
head closer to Bailey's crotch.  "Oh, my panties are getting so wet, and its 
tickling my pussy… oh, Sam, quick please, do it…" her voice becoming louder 
and more demanding.  For his part, Sam resisted enough to make Kristy have 
to apply a bit of force to push his head closer, but obediently, his cock 
throbbing from Kristy's description of her pussy.  Kara had slipped a finger 
into Bailey mouth, and now it was she who was simulating the fucking, 
sliding the long finger with this painted nail, in and out of the boy's 
mouth like a drugged wand, tickling the roof of his mouth, and teasing his 
tongue.  At the same time, she twisted his long, thick prick toward his 
cousin's face, and waved it back and forth as Sam was pushed to within 
inches of the sticky fuck stick.  Kara moved out the way, standing behind 
the couch but continued to finger fuck Bailey's mouth.  She transferred 
control of Bailey's curved prick, which wanted to slap up to his shirt 
covered navel, to Kristy's who synchronized Sam's head and Bailey's prick. 
But fortunately for Kevin, she did so leaving the field of view unblocked. 
His camera was snapping furiously, and both he and Bryce had developed stiff 
boners in their pants.

"That's it baby, oh fuck, its making me so wet…kiss it…kiss that fat cock 
knob.  Just think, Bailey will be fucking Kara with that big fat cock head 
and you'll be screwing me… so please, just kiss that cock….oooowwwww 
plllleeeeeaaassseeee."  Sam closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt the soft 
skin of something big and hard swipe across his lips.  He pulled back, but 
Kristy pushed back, and now the bulbous tip of Bailey's glans was gliding 
back and forth over Sam's pursed lips, basting them with his pre-fuck.  Sam 
felt light-headed, like he might faint, but Kristy pushed his head firmly, 
and unexpectedly Bailey's cock knob popped into Bailey's mouth when he 
opened it to object to Kristy's manhandling.  At that moment, Kristy moved 
back so both she and Kara could take in the scene, and a perfect picture of 
Sam's mouth encasing the bloated glans of Bailey's cock, and Bailey's face 
etched in lust with only some obscure finger lodged deep in his upturned 
mouth.  Sam capture three rapid shots by holding down the button of the 
digital camera, with the angle missing Kristy entirely.

Sam sputtered, and pulled his head off of Bailey's prick, wiping his mouth 
and making a face as he struggled to get his cousin's goo off his lips and 
tongue.  Bailey was lost in the finger fucking that Kara was administering. 
But Sam staggered to his feet, his pulsing boner swinging back and forth 
heavily as he stood, and Kevin's camera capturing each move.  At that 
instant, the phone rang, and everyone in the room turned in surprise. 
Kristy let it ring again to be sure it was not a mistake, and then answered.

"Hello…"

"Kris, this is Dad.  I had trouble with the truck and I'm on the way home. 
In fact, I'm just a minute or two away.  Please put some of the left-over 
meat-loaf in the micro-wave---I wasn't able to get dinner.  See you in a 
minute."  The line went dead, and Kristy went crazy.  She screamed that her 
dad was almost home and that the boys and Kara would have to go.  It took a 
minute for the boys to get their clothes adjusted, and even as they moved to 
the screen door to go through the backyard, they could hear Kristy's dad 
arriving with his ride in the driveway.  As soon as Kevin and Bryce saw the 
commotion, and the boy's getting dressed and moving toward the plate glass 
window, they scooted out the back gate, and ran back to Kevin's and Sam's 
house.

Later, when Kristy's dad entered the house, he noticed glasses on the 
coffee-table in front of the couch, and pillows on the floor.  Kristy was 
flushed, and she was in make-up that made her look like a slut, and a halter 
top he had never seen.  Later that night, her pussy leaked wildly as her 
father's belt snapped against her ass and the tip curled cruelly between her 
flailing legs to bite in between her panty covered cunt lips.  Her father 
got the whole story out of her, minus the names of the boys, and before the 
spanking ended, the curling belt would sting her clit just enough to make 
her orgasm, squealing and screaming at the same time, flooding her panties 
and making her tits go rigid.  Later that night, as she cried in bed, her 
body folded up on her bed, her fingers were lodged between her legs, 
stroking her inflamed pussy, tickling more delicious sensations from her 
hungry cunt, a finger drilling in deep and her thumb bruising her already 
battered clitoris driving her to another and another obsessive cum.

Back at Sam's house, Bailey and Sam arrived sweaty and flushed from their 
quick escape and run home in their flip-flops.  The boys had to keep quiet 
till they got to their room, but the case of blue-balls they both had after 
the humiliating scene Kristy had demanded of them, left them surly and 
frustrated.  The "fucks" and "shits" were muffled, but Kevin and Bryce could 
clearly hear them.  The older boys went to bed, angry and horny.  The 
younger ones spent half the night going over the incredible pictures Kevin 
downloaded to his computer.  The large pictures of what he had seen through 
the lens were more amazing than he and Bryce could have imagined.  Together, 
they chaffed their stiff cocklets looking at the scenes of lust and 
especially the ones of Sam's mouth engulfing the fat prick knob of Bailey's 
incredible boner.  As their fingers frigged each respectively to a 
satisfying dry cum, they looked at each other with the dawning realization 
of what they now had in their possession.  For the rest of the weekend, as 
Bailey and Sam grumbled around the house, the two boys organized and shared 
the pictures Kevin had taken by e-mail to Bryce's computer.  A new day was 
about to dawn for Bailey Stimson and his cousin Sam, one they could have 
never imagined in their wildest dreams and fantasies.

On Monday night, when Bailey came home and had dinner, he was looking 
forward to a good wank of his rampant prick before he went to sleep.  He had 
seen Karyn Holcomb at lunch and her flirting and casual caress of his face, 
tug on his Puka shell necklace like it was her collar for him, and tickling 
his ear before they parted, made his cock stiffen and leak, still 
unfulfilled from his weekend disappointment with Kara.  In gym he had played 
hard when they divided into teams for basketball, using his height and 
strength to bully his defenders, throwing elbows and driving hard to basket 
to score.  He was angry because his spunk filled balls had not achieved the 
relief he wanted and needed, so any guy in his way was going to pay.  In the 
showers, he soaked under the warm water, grazing his fingers over his 
nipples as he soaped, making his cock lurch and fill with blood just enough 
to seem like the object of admiration of other boys glancing at him in the 
locker-room.

After dinner, he went to his room, and opened an IM with Sam, asking if his 
cousin had seen Kristy and Kara at school.  Sam said he saw Kara, and she 
had asked for Bailey, but he had not seen Kristy.  Apparently, she was home 
sick.  The memory of Kara, and her finger in his mouth carried him through a 
piss before he went to bed, and helped his cock stiffen to a firm erection 
when he climbed onto the bed, placing his lubed wash cloth under his body to 
begin a good fuck of the bed to wring the bloated balls of their sticky, 
starchy spooge.   Just as he lifted his naked torso to drive his swollen 
shaft, and bulbous, sticky knob into the crinkled cotton to bruise and chaff 
his itchy glans, there was a knock on the door.  "What the fuck…" Bailey 
grimaced.  What did his Mom want… "Jesus, couldn't a guy have some privacy" 
he cursed under his breath.

"Yeah, Mom, what'ya want" he called out in a forced, but calm voice.

"Bailey…ah Bailey, are you awake?" Royce asked, his voice almost a hoarse 
whisper out of fear and excitement.  His pricklet throbbed and leaked more 
pre-cum just from the idea of actually speaking to his older brother, as the 
big boy lay in bed on his stomach, his prick already hard in anticipation of 
a bruising fuck of the sheets and his spooge towel waiting to wring gobs of 
teen spunk from his churning nuts.

Now Bailey was annoyed, "Jesus, Royce, it's ten fucking thirty, what the 
fuck…. shit,…whaddya want…what'ya doing up this late…go to bed." Bailey 
blurted out, annoyed at his brother's untimely intrusion.  Jeez, couldn't a 
guy get his nut without some punk brother screwing it up, he thought to 
himself barely containing his contempt for the intrusion.


"It's important Bail…"Ah, sorry…ah, I just wanted to ask you something, that's 
all…and I didn't want Mom or Dad around…you know…."  Royce responded almost 
submissively in awe of his older brother.  I got something to show you that 
you'll wanna see."

"Fuck, can't it wait until tomorrow morning?" Bailey whined.

"No, Bail, I gotta show you now…common, you know you weren't gonna go to 
sleep right away….common, just talk with me, huh?"  Even as he spoke, Royce's 
four-inch pricklet was stiff and wet, pushing out the pajama pants even 
further, the material mercilessly tickling his fat pre-teen knob as he 
shifted nervously from foot to foot (and looking over his shoulder), waiting 
for Bailey to let him enter the room and fearful his parents would hear them 
talking and come out of their room.

"Fuck…" Bailey groaned under his breath, and he pulled the blankets up to 
cover his nakedness even as his piss lips drooled more teen pre-sap onto the 
wash cloth now wrapped around his aching knob, basting and massaging it, 
tickling it as he spoke almost breathlessly.  "K…comin', but make it quick 
god-damnit, I gotta get up early tomorrow."  What Bailey did not realize, 
was that the night was just beginning for him.

Royce entered the room, and closed the door behind him.  He approached his 
brother's bed cautiously, slowly, knowing that he had violated Bailey's 
inner sanctum, his private world.  He also knew that his brother reserved 
this time for his most private activity, the delicious masturbation of his 
thick, fat knobbed prong.  But Royce and his cousin had already breached the 
privacy of their older siblings by following them and snapping electronic 
images of both of them hoping to get blow jobs, or better, getting laid. 
Now, his own hard pricklet was throbbing with anticipation, desperate to see 
his brother masturbate up close, and to ask him questions about sex and 
stuff.  Little did Bailey know that his blue balls, frustrated by the 
interruption on the weekend, and only now having some privacy, were going to 
be taken over by his eleven year old brother.

"Fuck, what'ya mean I wasn't goin' to bed…what'ya think I'm doing, 
day-dreaming?" The older boy was now clearly annoyed and he didn't hide his 
exasperation with his younger sibling.

"No, you know…I mean…you know what you do….you screw the bed…I've seen ya do 
it."  Somehow Royce's naiveté allowed him to blurt these words out, not 
thinking of the consequences of letting his brother know that he'd been 
spying on his nocturnal activities.

When Bailey processed the words that Royce had said, he sat up and swung his 
legs out of the bed, the blanket still covering his crotch and his fading 
erection.  "Fuck, you little voyeur, you've been spying on me…you 
faggot…what the fuck do you think yer doing sneaking around, getting in my 
business…I oughta wring your fucking neck!"

Royce stepped back when his brother whirled out of the covers and sat up…but 
his little pricklet actually spasmed, excited by something he couldn't quite 
understand, but felt so good…he had gotten his brother angry but also kinda 
scared by what he'd done.  If Bailey was upset about Royce watching him wank 
his prick, what would be say when he saw the pictures he and Kevin had 
taken.  Almost instinctively, Royce realized that he had control over his 
brother in a way he had never imagined.

Bailey was glaring at this brother in the dark, about to reach out and grab 
him, but did not want the blankets covering his still turgid erection to 
slip off his lap and expose him. "Anyway…I know more than you jerk off at 
night in bed, I know what you and Sam did this weekend."  There, he had said 
it...and now he was waiting to see what Bailey would do.

Bailey was stunned…how did the little shit know what he had done this 
weekend?  He was furious, but he was also shocked…his little brother was 
like all over his private life, and it both infuriated and surprised Bailey. 
"Jesus Royce, how the fuck do you know what I did this weekend?" Bailey 
asked almost in awe of his younger brother.  Did Sam tell his younger 
brother what had happened, and the two younger cousins swapped intelligence? 
Sam couldn't have been that stupid…how did his brother know?  Or maybe the 
little squirt was bluffing, and if he was, he was going to make him sorry he'd 
every pulled such a prank on Bailey.

"We got pictures…we got pictures of you and Sam…and we put 'em on the 
internet, so stop being so fuckin' mean….  All I asked is if I could talk 
with ya…and you get all bent out of shape…jeez Bail, don't be so angry." 
Royce was beginning to feel like he didn't need to be afraid of Bailey, like 
he could face him.  After all, he and Kevin had the pictures, and once 
Bailey understood, once he saw them, he'd have to calm down and be 
reasonable.

"You have what…what'ya mean you got pictures…how did you and that little 
creep Kevin get pictures?  You followed us…you followed us to the party…well 
what the fuck, there were a lotta people at the party, so what…now get outta 
my room!"  Bailey had had enough, he wanted to fuck the bed into submission 
and he wanted his little brother to get out so he could do it and enjoy the 
image of Kara splayed out on a bed, and his strong ass muscles driving his 
thick cock into her sticky, gripping pussy until they both came like it was 
the end of the world.

Royce didn't understand what he had done…why was his brother so angry?  "He 
backed up to Bailey's desk when his brother had whispered out loud and in an 
angry voice to "get outta my room!"  "I won't get out…and we didn't take 
pictures at the party, we took 'em at Kristy's house…when you and Sam were 
getting your pricks sucked!"  Well, they both weren't getting blow jobs, but 
Royce was too excited and scared to get it all straight.  He did know, 
though, that they had pictures that neither Sam or Bailey would want anyone 
to see.

"You fucking creep…you little shit…tell me where you've got the fuckin' 
chip…I'm gonna erase every one of those pics and then beat the shit outta 
you!"  Bailey jumped up, his still tumescent cock, swinging and forcing his 
pajama bottoms to bulge out obscenely, a wide damp spot where he had been 
leaking pre-fuck before Royce had come and interrupted.  Fortunately he had 
not gotten to the stage where he lowered his pajama bottoms and fucked the 
towel…otherwise, when he leapt up, he would have given Royce another show.

Royce couldn't back up any further.  He was already backed up to Bailey's 
desk.  And now he was mad…mad that Bailey was swearing at him and calling 
him names, and threatening him.  "Oh yeah…we'll I'll bet Mom and Dad would 
like to see those pictures, and your buddies at school and Kristy and 
Kara…how bout them…you wanna show them the pictures too?!"  Royce was 
sweating, afraid his brother was going to punch him, but his own pricklet 
was tenting his pajama bottoms, strumming with excitement.

Bailey wanted to kill his brother…but suddenly he realized he was in a 
precarious situation.  He did not know what kind of pictures Royce and Kevin 
had taken, but if Royce wasn't bluffing…then fuck, he was in deep shit. 
What if the little creep had the pictures, then he and Sam were under their 
thumbs…but how much under, he was about to learn.  "Jesus, Royce…what a 
little twerp…just gimme the pics and stop all this crap.  What'da I ever 
done to you…so don't be a shit…just gimme the pics."

Now it dawned on Royce that he was completely in control, and for the first 
time, he realized he didn't have to ask Bailey anything…he would tell him 
what he wanted him to do and say!  The moment he showed Bailey the pictures, 
the bigger boy would suddenly be completely under his thumb.  "Yeah, we've 
got the pics, and like I said, they're on the internet.  You get outta line, 
and me and Kevin are gonna post 'em for everybody to see, and then you'll be 
screwed.  So just stop acting like an asshole, and sit down…I got something 
I wanna show ya, and then I wanna see you jerk off."

Bailey couldn't believe what he had just heard…now perspiration was breaking 
out around his neck and at his temples…his little brother had just 
threatened him with black mail, and the little shit apparently had the 
goods.  He certainly knew that both Sam and he had their pricks out with 
Kara and Kristy, so he couldn't bluff back.  With a deep exhale that 
acknowledged his unbelievable situation, he stepped back to his bed, and 
just did what Royce had demanded, he sat down.

Suddenly, the light next to the bed was switched on when Royce leaned over 
toward the door and flipped the wall switch; Bailey squinted at his brother 
who walked over to him, next to the bed.  He couldn't see Royce's pre-teen 
erection, because he was looking up, not down.  But then Bailey handed him 
two blown up pictures he had printed on his computer on 8 x 11.5 paper, he 
sat up, biting his lip and stunned.  There in living color were two pictures 
of him and Sam, one with Sam's mouth locked over his cock knob, and the 
other with Kara masturbating him while their tongues dueled.  "What the 
fuck….where did you get these!" Bailey demanded, looking at Royce like he 
might hit him.

"Kevin took 'em last weekend, and like I told ya, he's got them on a free 
website." Royce said in a clear if nervous voice.  His prick hardened and 
burped more boy sap just from the sight of his brother looking at the 
pictures.

"What'ya mean he's got 'em on a free website?" Bailey inquired, now as 
curious as he was angry.

"He's gonna to send it to our parents and to friends at school."  Royce 
squeaked out as bravely as he could.

"What the fuck, why would he do that…what kind of shit of that…does Sam know 
what that little prick is doing.  I'm gonna call him on my cell phone right 
now, and tell him to beat the shit out of Kev."  Bailey was threatening, but 
he couldn't get out of the bed to get to his cell phone in his back pack, 
because he was naked and had a semi-erect, wet cock under the sheets.

"Kev and I will send 'em out, unless you guys do everything we say."  Royce 
almost had a dry cum as he said the words, his pricklet throbbing from the 
threat he had just made to his big brother.  Fuck, all he wanted was to have 
his hero big brother show him how he masturbated, and maybe have some play 
along with Bailey like he had with Kev.  But the more his brother treated 
him with contempt and disgust, the more Royce raised the stakes…and the more 
his cocklet pulsed and leaked.  He didn't understand it, but fuck it felt 
good.

"I wanna see you make your prick hard Bail…wanna see you play with it.  Don't 
take off your bottoms…just reach inside and play with it."  Royce's voice 
was still high pitched, still the voice of a boy…but he spoke with a calm 
and deliberation that belied his years.  Bailey stared at him blankly…and 
opened his mouth to protest…but Royce moved toward him crossing his arms 
over his chest and looking oddly confident for a boy.  With a dumb 
expression, Bailey slowly reached into the fly of his pajama and grasped the 
heady head of his thick, curved cudgel.  His thumb slid over the sticky 
glans…still wet from his earlier exertions, and the tickle that he usually 
loved, was not almost painful.  But no matter to his unruly prick…the cock 
responded to the sensation, and immediately began to erect.  The spongy knob 
firmed up, and became smooth, and soon his wide piss lips were drooling 
pre-cum to lubricate his thumb pad as it glided back and forth over the fat 
crown.  Involuntarily, Bailey did what his cock made him do, he groaned from 
the way his turgid shaft stretched and grew.  Now his thumb was swinging 
back and forth, and his cock was leaking again against the soft material of 
the pajama bottom.  Reflexively, Bailey leaned backward, propping himself up 
with one hand as the other worked lewdly inside his pajama fly, working the 
teenage prong into a nasty, hard projectile urgently needing to spit wads of 
cum.

Royce had a dry cum just watching his brother…and even though his body shook 
with the throes of the delicious sensation, he decided that if this was his 
one chance, he wanted to make the most of it.  Anyway, his pricklet was 
still rock hard and now it was so sensitive he had to reach down and grip 
the knob to stop the pajama material from grazing it as he walked.  Shit it 
felt good to hold his fat boy knob in his hand…still tingling and now aching 
from his dry-cum.  He walked up to the bed, and using his free hand to push 
Bailey's legs apart, he leaned down to watch his brother's big hands 
masturbating the fat cock knob and making the shaft and glans rub against 
the soft material of the older boys pajamas, wetting it and allowing it to 
scrub the prick making it tingle and throb even more.  Royce realized that 
Bailey was a slave to his penis, unable to control himself once he got a 
stiff erection and was caught up in the delicious sensations caused by 
playing with his boner.  Realizing that Bailey was for all practical 
purposes in a trance, Royce reached up with his smaller fingers and drew a 
fingernail across one of Bailey's stiff, projecting teats…thrusting out from 
the edge of his already well curved and formed pectorals.  The moment his 
nail scratched across the erectile flesh, Bailey's coned, rubbery nipple 
pushed out to encourage the achy tickle, and his thumb began to batter the 
straining cock head still hidden inside his pajamas, but outlined by the wet 
material now soaked with his juices.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh…" Bailey groaned as his little brother's fingernail 
scratched back and forth over his turgid nipple.  And then Royce reached up 
with his other hand and begin to gently pinch and twist Bailey's other 
 tit…."ooooooohhhhhhhh….fuuuuuuccccckkkkk…" Bailey grunted, his body now 
almost completely out of control, and specifically out his control.  Royce 
did not need any coaching.  He reached down to the waistline of his brother's 
baggy pajama bottoms, and bean to tug them down…and like a zombie, Bailey 
lifted his hips and allowed his younger sibling to draw the material off his 
hips, over his thighs, and down his legs.  He paused only a moment to let 
Bailey remove his hand, and then grasp his huge boner when it sprang free 
from the waistband.  Then Royce using his hands and words, calmly 
repositioned Bailey on the bed; pulling back the covers and revealing his 
older brother's fuck rag.  He watched as Bailey thrust his big, curved shaft 
into the lubricated folds of the cotton towel, and using one hand to swat 
Bailey firm ass cheeks like the older boy was a horse that needed prodding, 
Royce began Bailey's grinding frottage…driving the long, thick prick into 
the material to maul the sensitive glans and drive the big teenagers to his 
ejaculation.

Bailey began to pant…"Ah, Ah…Ah…Ah….oh, Oh, Oh…oooohhhh. Aw, Aw…aaaaahhhhh!" 
Each thrust of his hips made the sticky cotton graze and maul the giant 
glans, and it then leaked more pre-fuck to baste the grinding prick tip and 
shaft, making the teenage climb steadily toward his explosion.  "Oh fuck……oh 
goddamn…..aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh, Jesus….aaaaaawwwwwwww, mother-fucker….." 
Bailey swore and cursed as his hips drove relentlessly, out of his control, 
up on his toes, twisting down and into the bed and the towel.  The big 
teenager was helpless, like a Pavlovian dog, drooling and fucking, as if 
nature had bred him for this act.

Royce was mesmerized.  He knelt down and peered under his brother's torso as 
it rose and feel, smashing into the bed and the towel, watching the 
pointedly curved prick twist and turn in order to get the best exposure to 
the towel and the softly abrasive cotton, torturing his fat glans and 
pulsing shaft, as it worked continuously toward the ejaculation that was 
imminent.  As he watched, Royce took one hand and laid it on the bouncing 
ass of his older brother who by this time was oblivious to Royce's presence. 
His small hand glided down the strong planes of Bailey's ass, ruffling 
through the already thick strawberry blond hairs and dipped into the taut 
crack between the two cheeks.  As if instinctively, Royce's index finger 
tickled through Bailey's furry ass crack, and found the little ragged crack 
that was hidden.  The same fingernail that had taken control of Bailey's 
whorish nipples, now found his nether pussy…his private portal that had 
never known a foreign invasion.  Royce's finger scratched cross the ragged 
knot with unerring accuracy, and soon was trying to gently root its way into 
the hot, sweaty hole beyond.  But Royce wasn't in a hurry, and he didn't 
really understand that a boy pussy and a girl pussy could be used for the 
same purpose.  All he know is that his brother's handsome, hairy ass was 
driving up and down, pummeling his fuck prod into the bed and towel, doing 
what men were supposed to do with their pricks…fuck.  And, as Bailey thrust 
into the bedding, it somehow felt right for Royce to tickle the hot, hairy 
hole that was so well protected by the muscular cheeks and deep trough of 
hair.

That exploration coincided with Bailey's ascendance to the pinnacle of 
passion.  "Oh mother fucking, cocksucking, shit-fuck….AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH, 
AAAAAAHHHH, AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"  Bailey's snake expanded like a constrictor 
ready to swallow its victim, its bloated tip was now glass smooth and 
completely soaked in the juices of his pre-fuck and the sticky lubricant 
that was soaked into the towel.  Then, in an ancient right, one that boy 
pricks had been doing for thousands of years, Bailey's long piss lips spread 
and began to spit, thick bolts of teenage boy cum, flooding the towel and 
making a wet nest for his hot smooth glans to bathe and roil in, tickling it 
mercilessly, and uncontrollably.  Bailey, in a heroic gesture that was as 
athletic as his moves on the baseball field, flipped over, to prevent 
himself from battering his prick knob into an abrasion it was so sensitive. 
But just as quickly as he flipped, Royce's own instincts made him grasp his 
bother's still throbbing and dribbling penis at the knob, and start to twist 
and rub it.  Bailey bit his lips and gripped the bedding turning his 
knuckles white and squealed as quietly and breathlessly as he could…."ooooooohhhhhh 
nnnnnnoooooo….fuck…aah, noooooooo…..stoooooop" but all he could do is hunch 
his body and try to get into a fetal position to avoid his little brother's 
ruthless assault.  But Royce held fast as if he had just landed the biggest 
fish in the ocean, and as Bailey squirmed and bucked, the big boy's own 
movements enabled Royce to continue to masturbate his brother's sensitive 
cock tip, teasing and milking it, and reducing the bigger boy into a 
helpless cock slut, surrendering to his little brother's cock management.

It was a moment of high drama and catharsis.  Royce realized he could now 
have more fun with his brother than he ever imagined, and his brother would 
suddenly become a kind of slave to Royce's demands.  Royce climbed up on the 
bed, as an exhausted Bailey surrendered his body to the younger boy, and 
fished out his own throbbing and sticky pre-teen pricklet, pulsing and its 
angry fat boy bulb as glassy and bulging as possible.  Then he lay on top of 
Bailey and began to grind his almost five inch prick into this brother's 
still turgid and completely sopping with cum, cock shaft; the two fat glans 
rubbing furiously against each other.  Like a little jack rabbit, he began 
grinding and hunching, working his rigid spike against his brothers, and 
moving his own body over Bailey's sweaty, but sexy torso.  Soon, waves of 
sensation burst through Royce's body as his dry cum went on and on, making 
his pricklet a spasming wand…and forcing grunts, groans and little squeals 
from Royce's lips and high pitched voice.  Nothing could be better than the 
sweet, delicious sensations coursing through his body, and nothing more 
satisfying that having control of his big brother's handsome, strong body. 
It was truly a night that both boys would never forget, Royce because he now 
had a power he had never imagined, and Bailey because he realized that his 
cock's needs were greater than his ability to control them, or himself.

Bailey woke up the next morning exhausted.  He was naked, but covered by his 
blanket.  When he pushed the cover back, and sat up, he felt the dry sperm 
flaking on his abdominals.  His cock was slightly tumescent from his morning 
piss hardon, but as the fog cleared and he began to recall the events of the 
previous night, his cock erected completely.  "Fuck" he muttered under his 
breath, not understanding why his cock got stiff from recalling how his 
younger brother had made him masturbate.  He walked on his big bare feet 
into his bathroom, shut the door and tried to will his erection away, as he 
leaned forward against the wall behind the toilet, his eyes closed, his ass 
cheeks flexing as he pushed his prick down and tried to force the blood from 
it.  He needed to piss badly, and he couldn't as long as his thick cock was 
rebelling.

In the bathroom down the hall, in Royce's bedroom, Bailey's younger brother 
also had a stiff prick.  Royce's pricklet was still stiff it seemed from the 
night before.  But instead of wishing his away, he eagerly stroked his 
fingers over the shaft and his bulbous boy glans, wrenching delicious 
sensations from his erection, and working toward a pulsing, explosive dry 
cum.  He needed to piss too, but he couldn't get the wonderful memory of the 
previous night from his head, the way in which Bailey performed for him, and 
how his big brother's cock looked as the cum fountained out of the wide piss 
lips.  But what brought him to his own shuddering cum was the way he 
recalled Bailey's submission even after he ejaculated, allowing Royce to 
grip his aching prick knob and squeeze and maul it to drain the sticky, 
drooling juice from the final pulses of the teenage cum.  As he throbbed 
through his dry cum, Royce groaned at the thought of being able to make his 
brother do anything he wanted.  He hoped that Bailey was still terrified of 
the thought of the pictures getting on the internet.  What he didn't know 
was that Bailey was helpless to resist the feel of his brother's fingers 
dancing round his fat cock head, teasing it, and torturing it into 
submission.  Royce did not realize that the power he now held exceeded even 
his own childish expectations.

The boys avoided each other that day, and Bailey was sullen and shot 
tempered.  At practice he threw his glove down after three poor innings on 
the practice mound, walking three batters and surrendering two hits.  He 
controlled himself when the coach tried to calm him down and told him to 
shrug it off, but coach didn't know that inside his jock strap, Bailey was 
leaking teenage fuck sap.  Bailey couldn't get his brother's face and hands 
out of his mind, and the more he tried, the stiffer his cock got.  Moreover, 
he was raging inside, angry that he couldn't make these faggoty thoughts go 
away.  He went to the weight room after practice, and tired to beat his body 
up, then waited till the other guys had showered and left before he used the 
showers, afraid his erection might pop up unexpectedly.  Finally, he trudged 
home, going in the back door through the kitchen to avoid his brother and 
sneak up to his room before dinner.

What Bailey did not know was that Royce had beat him home by two hours, and 
had been IMing his cousin Kevin, sharing the salacious details of the 
previous night.  Kevin couldn't believe it, but as Royce's story unfolded, 
Royce's cousin gripped his own stiff pricklet and massaged it, imagining how 
amazing it must have been to see Bailey grinding his big teenager boner into 
the bed, and then to see Royce's palm sliding over and around the spooge 
covered glans, making the older boy buck and heave on the bed, but never the 
less submitting.  Kevin gave Royce a wad of instructions, ideas he had 
obtained from his tours of the internet, and Royce was the eager learner. 
Things were about to change drastically in Bailey's life…to an extent he 
could never have imagined.

Bailey avoided Royce's eyes during dinner, and left before his brother from 
the dinner table, locked in his room.  But after their parents had gone to 
bed, Royce snuck out of his room and walked into Bailey's room without 
knocking.

"Fuck," Bailey exclaimed, stunned by his brother's audacity as he sat in his 
pajama bottoms, working on his homework on his lap top.  "Don't you ever 
come in here again without asking my permission…you little shit, now get 
outta here."  He turned away from his younger brother like he didn't even 
exist, assuming the boy would leave as instructed.  He was in for a 
surprise.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again Bail…and I'll do what the heck I 
want to…cause yer gonna start treatin' me lots better if you know what's 
good for you.  Maybe Mom and Dad and yer friends won't care about the 
pictures Kevin and I took…maybe they'll be made at us for takin' 'em, but I 
wonder if you'd like those pics all over Bail, like all your friends to see 
'em and see Sam's mouth on your cock?"

Bailey's jaw clenched as the words spat out of Royce's mouth, and you could 
see his jaw muscles moving from the tension.  But he couldn't speak…because 
his prick had erected the moment Royce had begun to speak…"Christ!" he was 
bonering and he didn't know why.  His anger melted into defeat…his head 
drooping as Royce finished.  He didn't respond, and Royce took that as a 
sign of victory.

"Get over to the bed Bail, I wanna to talk to you…and I want you to sit on 
the edge of yer bed, with your hands behind your head."  Royce was following 
the instructions that Kevin had given him, and even as he spoke, his heart 
pounded and his pricklet hardened, punching out his pajama pants.

Without looking at his brother, Bailey got up, his head hanging down, his 
expression blank, and he sat on the edge of the bed, his fly sticking up 
from the radical upswing of his curved erection.  He refused to make eye 
contact with Royce, but looked away, and slowly, raised his hands and placed 
them behind his head.

Royce walked up to his brother…his hands trembling from excitement, and 
using his index finger, he reached up to Bailey's naked chest, and let his 
fingernail scratch across his older brother's nipple.  Bailey flinched and 
groaned at the same time, his fat cock knob burped out clear pre-fuck, 
wetting the material and basting the sensitive glans.  Then, as he began to 
speak, Royce used his thumb and forefinger to grip the rubbery tip of Bailey's 
stiff tit, and gently tugged and twisted as he spoke.  For his part, Bailey 
closed his eyes, and his chest heaved as the delicious sensation of his 
nipple being manipulated made him grip his hands behind his head tightly and 
force his chest out.

"Bail, yer gonna stop playing with your prick, and masturbating.  From now 
on, we're gonna do that together, and I'm gonna tell you when you can do 
 it."  Royce did not know how to give order like an older man, but he knew 
from his conversation with Kevin that afternoon that he was supposed to take 
charge and not give Bailey any options.  "Yer also gonna do whatever I say 
and not complain.  And another thing, Kevin's gonna help me, and sometimes 
yer gonna do stuff with both of us."

Bailey opened his eyes, and his expression changed momentarily to one of 
anger, but at that very moment, Royce, worried about his brother's reaction 
to the mention of Kevin, had reached down and gripped his fat knob of the 
older boy's prick as it obscenely thrust up and out the soft material of his 
pajama pants, creating a large wet spot where the piss lips met the cotton. 
Royce twisted as he gripped, and Bailey collapsed back onto his bed, his 
hands falling to his sides and grasping the bedding in his fists tightly, 
thrusting his hips up to meet the wonderful feeling of Royce's hand on his 
aching prick.

Royce was stunned, he now understood that it was more than the blackmail 
that was keeping Bailey in line, it was the way his brother reacted when 
someone touched him sexually.  Kevin had once described girl's who loved boy's 
to finger their pussies, clits and tits as whores…and it dawned on Royce 
that boy's might be like girls and that his brother was a male whore.

"Tell me yer gonna do what I said Bail…and maybe I'll jerk you off…but if 
you don't you're gonna regret it…I promise."  Royce mustered up the greatest 
temerity he could, and spoke as maturely as his cracking voice would allow. 
Bailey merely ground his ass into the bed, and surrender his throbbing prick 
to Royce's fingers and palm.  "Answer me Bail…" and as he spoke, Royce 
dragged his fingernail over the bloated fuck tip, making Bailey grunt and 
squeeze his legs together to try and stop the sensation.

'K", okay…fuck…Jesus fucking Christ…common Royce, Jesus…aaaaaahhhhhhhhh…." 
Bailey had been reduced to a monosyllabic moron, and his oversized cock was 
now a set of manacles that bound him to his younger brother.  Royce climbed 
up on the bed, never releasing his brother's penis, and making sure he could 
reach his tits better.  Then as he alternated from one nipple to the other, 
he bunched the pajama pants around the knob of Bailey's helpless boner and 
used it to masturbate the older boy.

"AAAAAgggggghhhh…ooooooohhhhhh sssshit…fuck…aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…." Bailey 
crooned as the soft cotton was bruised back and forth over his pulsing cock 
tip, teasing more and more sap from its endless supply, and making it easier 
for Royce to frig the big boy prick.  Royce began to perspire and his 
pricklet was burning it was so hard, but he didn't care, he was in control 
of his older brother's penis, and that was all that mattered.  He watched as 
Bailey lifted his hips trying to push his erection into his younger brother's 
roiling fist, but then Royce regained control of himself and realized he 
needed to stop before Bailey ejaculated.  With a sudden jerking movement, he 
wrenched his hand from Bailey's cock, while still pinching the big teen's 
rubbery, sensitive teats.

"Bail, get up and push yer pajamas down, and get on your knees on the bed. 
Get up Bail, do it!"  With each order, Royce was gaining more confidence. 
His heart was not pounding anymore, and his prick wasn't burning it was 
throbbing deliciously against his own pajama bottoms, rubbing and tickling 
his boy knob.  It was so fierce, it felt like he had to pee, and he grasped 
the material around the head of his pricklet to stop the sensation so he 
could focus on Bailey following his commands.

Bailey, like a zombie, stood up and gripped his own pajamas, pushing them 
away from his arching boner, and pushed them down to his ankles, and in the 
same motion he turned and climbed up on the bed, letting his head rest and 
his eyes close on the bedding, while his firm ass was thrust up into the 
air.  Royce walked over to his brother, looking at the pale bottoms of his 
big feet, the long, thick toes curling gently from anticipation, and spread 
Bailey legs as wide as the pajama pants would allow.  As he did so, Bailey 
complied obediently, as if he was a pet being trained, and exposing the 
hairy trench between his muscular buttocks.  Royce noticed the rosebud anus 
nestled beneath the dark auburn curls that matted Bailey's trough already, 
at his young age.  That was his target.

Kevin had told Royce that he should punish Bailey, making him realize that 
he was now under Royce's control.  Royce had argued with Kevin, saying that 
all he wanted to do was to have sex games with Bailey, and to get his nut 
with his older brother.  Royce did not know why it was so exciting to 
masturbate with his older brother.  He knew he liked watching the huge 
phallus on his brother, sway and leak, and shoot its cum.  But that was 
because he admired his brother, wanted to be like him.  But now, it was like 
something else.  It made him shiver to think of his brother prostrate on the 
bed, with his ass up, and his big, heavy penis bobbing beneath his torso, 
dripping long strands of his teenage fuck juice.  It did not take Kevin long 
to persuade Royce to do as he suggested, and now Royce was ready to do it. 
As he stared at his brother's lewdly exposed body, he noticed how the big 
testicles dangled between his legs, under the cock root and beneath the 
hairy teenage anal portal.  He lifted the instrument Kevin had made him 
fashion from an old flyswatter in the garage after they had spoken on the 
phone.  He had cut the soft plastic and wire frame down so that the swatter 
was only three inches by three inches square.  He moved close to the bed, 
reached under his brother and grasped the knob of the older boy's drooling 
boner, and then lifting the swatter with his other hand, brought it down 
onto the nearest cheek of Bailey's big boy ass.

"What the fuck," Bailey gasped, turning to look at his younger brother 
gritting his teeth.

"Bail, you gotta learn to listen to me when I speak to you…" Royce spoke 
again in a faltering voice, then took a deep breath and continued.  "You 
gotta do what I say, and when you don't, I'm gonna have to treat you like 
you were my kid brother…kay…so don't screw up Bail…cause now I'm in charge." 
As he spoke, he brought the swatter down on Bailey's other cheek, and 
squeezed the bulb of the fat prick knob.  Bailey closed his eyes and gasped, 
then groaned…"uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh…" and turned his head away from his 
brother as the young boy resumed masturbating him.

The next time the swatter hit its target, the small face cracked into the 
hairy crevice and landed with a splat on the tight anus of the big teenage 
jock.  "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh" Bailey grunted, and then drove his leaking prick 
into his younger brother jerking fist, and his face into his pillow to keep 
his sexual frenzy from his parent's ears.  Royce did not hit his brother 
hard, but whatever he was doing was making the older boy's penis jerk 
spasmodically, leaking even more scum into Royce's sliding fist.  Soon 
Bailey was gasping and grunting, his toes tightly curled as Royce skillfully 
masturbated him, twisting and screwing his fist over the bloated glans, 
making Bailey's muffled squeals get higher and higher pitched.  Finally, 
Royce sluiced the swatter into the depth of Bailey's crack, striking the 
anal knot squarely on its tightly squeezed lips.  At that moment, like 
electricity, the sting drove up Bailey rectal muscles and seemed to shoot 
through his rigid prick…followed by the rush of thick, sticky teenage boy 
spunk that bolted from the tip of his deep pisswell and squirted over Royce's 
fingers and palm and made a wet patch on Bailey's sheets.  More and more 
juice pumped out, and faster and faster Bailey fucked his thick, arched cock 
into his brother's hand, driving it against the lightly calloused pre-teen 
boy skin, rubbing his glans desperately as if trying to scratch an itch he 
could not control.  AAAAHHHHHHHH…..OOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCK…. SHIIIITTT, 
FUUUUUCCCK….AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!  After almost ten seconds of ejaculation, as 
the dregs of the spooge drooled over Royce's still masturbating fist, Bailey 
fell over and tried to squeeze his legs shut in an attempt to stop the now 
overwhelming tickle that had overtaken his prick knob.

He pulled his pillow over with him and wailed into it…as he spasmodically 
spread and closed his legs, both trying to stop and encouraging his brother's 
relentless fist.  This was the very moment that Bailey had been dreading and 
yet could not forget…the unrelenting milking of his fat cock knob and shaft, 
squeezing every last bit of juice from his fat, sweaty teen nuts.  Not only 
did Bailey's shaft stay rigid, even as he writhed and hunched to avoid the 
delicious agony being inflicted on his bloated glans, he was also slowly 
ascending up the ladder to another ejaculation.  He had never masturbated 
more than once, usually falling asleep after his normal frottage routine. 
But now, Royce's magical fist was torturing him to another sweet cum, making 
him go beyond any limits, and working his giant boy clit to another 
explosion.

Royce was a strong boy, who like his older brother was a natural athlete. 
He needed to be strong.  He drove his big brother over his bed and back, 
clinging tenaciously to the older teen's cock shaft and sliding up and over 
the exhausted cock head.  Focusing on the special spot under the 
circumcision scar, and perfectly located where the curve of the cock shaft 
was its most extreme, Royce milked and masturbated his brother's cock 
through a third cum, even though it took him almost a half an hour to make 
it happen.  For his part, Bailey was an agonized, willing victim, his thick, 
lush red pubic hair coated with sticky teen fuck sauce.  Even as he bucked 
and ground his strong butt into the bed, gripping the sheets with his long 
toes, flicking them as the sensations shot from his aching prick tip to the 
extremities of his fingers and toes, he also bit his knuckles and jammed 
them into his mouth along with his pillow, to make his body endure the 
unbelievable sensations.  Fuck, his cock was a magic wand, and Royce was 
making it shoot electric bolts through his body even his tits, wringing from 
it sticky wads of teenage scum, and driving the hair to stand up on Bailey's 
neck.  He wanted Royce to stop, to stop playing with his long, tender penis 
and abusing his masculine pride, and at the same time he could not resist 
the way Royce was making his dick feel…the way it swelled and tingled and 
ached.  Royce had turned Bailey into an addict, and he was now in deeply 
entranced by the pre-teen boy fist that had control of his male essence.

The terms that Royce and Kevin imposed on Bailey were dramatic.  From that 
day on, Royce would check on Bailey before he went to bed, and would 
determine based on a schedule that the two pre-teen boys concocted, when the 
older boy could ejaculate.  What would stop Bailey from masturbating in the 
school john, or in an empty locker-room shower?  Nothing, nothing but his 
addiction to Royce's fist and the last semblance of hope that someday that 
his servitude to those damn pictures would be over.  On weekends when their 
parents were away, Royce would secure Bailey to his bed, and sometimes use a 
toothbrush on Bailey's whorish cock and his athletic feet.  And when Kevin 
joined him, they would tag team the big boy, tickling him into oblivion and 
masturbating him at the same time, draining his balls of their teen fuck 
cream in ejaculations of between two and four times a session and he loved 
every bit of it… wanting his cock to be worked constantly.

When they finally got Sam into their act, they tied the two bigger boys 
together with their respective cocks in each other's mouths, and then used 
swatters on their asses along with two slender finger massagers that Kevin 
ordered online.  Bailey and Sam learned that deep up their rectums were 
special little knobs that made them spit cum on queue, and squeal like girls 
from the ungodly sensation.

Now, when Royce came to Bailey's room at night, the big boy was waiting for 
him, his pajama pants at his ankles to hobble him, his hands behind his 
head.  Bailey's big curved cock would be gently bobbing in front of Bailey, 
his hips trust out, and his big boy nuts giving off the slight scent of ball 
sweat, beads of clear pre-sap dripping off the tip out of the deep pisswell. 
He would have to tell Royce about his desire to masturbate, and to cum.  The 
more Bailey submitted to Royce's management, the more he needed to have his 
penis milked.  As time passed, Bailey learned that the way to earn his 
release, was to service his little brother.  Royce was still having dry 
cums, and he loved it when his brother would get on his knees and lick his 
palm and masturbate Royce as penance or as an incentive to get his own nut. 
Better yet, the pre-teen would straddle his brother's face, and get his 
pre-teen boner suckled and tongued until he came two or three times in 
succession.  At these night sessions, Bailey would even get down on his 
hands and knees, and suck Royce's boy feet, with their high arches, narrow 
heels, and sweet boy toes.  Eventually, after the preliminary activities, 
Royce would lead Bailey by his erect prick to the toilet, where he would 
hold the big boy penis until the teenager could gain control of himself, and 
then piss before he went to bed.  Royce even showered Bailey on the weekends 
when their parents were away, tying his hands overhead to the shower spigot 
then climbing in with his brother to soap him from head to foot.  He loved 
teasing the big penis and its bloated knob with soap and shampoo, sliding 
his hands up and down Bailey's torso and tweaking his tits, and running a 
slippery finger up his brother's tight anus and needy rectum, but rarely 
giving Bailey the ejaculation that he wanted so desperately.

Once the schedule of Bailey's milking and cock management was tied down, his 
performance on the junior high baseball team improved dramatically, as did 
his work in the classroom.  Coaches and teachers alike found Bailey Stimson 
polite and focused.  Girls found him attentive and drop dead gorgeous, but 
shy.  His parents were just proud.

When Royce experienced his first ejaculation at the end of the school year, 
it was in his brother's mouth, and later, he would enjoy sliding his 
slicked-up boner into Bailey's anus, making sure the thin rod with its fat 
knob battered the older boy's fuck nut, sometimes making him cum without 
giving him any attention to his leaky, itchy prick tip, especially when he 
was tethered in the shower.  Bailey's prick was always hungry, always 
seeking a receptacle into which to thrust and wring cum from his heavy laden 
testicles.  By the time all-American boy Bailey Stimson, with his deep 
auburn hair and perfect teenage body, was ready to graduate to high school, 
Royce and Kevin had both Bailey and Sam well trained for the years of 
service that were ahead.  Whenever I see a handsome redhead, I think of 
Bailey Stimson, and his helpless prick being milked and milked between long 
stretches of abstinence and nightly teasing.  It's those all -American boys 
who have such demanding needs, such laden testicles and itchy cock knobs. 
Every house needs a big boned and thick bonered teenager who needs his 
constantly hard prick worked on a schedule.












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The Masturbation Chronicles No. 3

Bailey Stimsons Big Mistake
September 30, 2007

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials of 
this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for adults, 
and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys with older 
men.  This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and names are also 
made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.  I 
do not engage in or condone sexual activity between adults and underage boys 
which is regulated by law.  These are fantasies for sexual private sexual 
enjoyment, not for emulation in real life.

This current series is entitled The Masturbation Chronicles and will be a 
series of discreet stories focused around the theme of uncontrollable 
masturbation and its consequences.  I would truly appreciate suggestions 
from others for scenes or settings, and of course descriptions of real 
scenes.  Often my stories have been woven from tales shared with me by those 
of your who comment on my stories.  So please consider writing to me.

My stories are posted on http://www.pridesites.com/omelissokomos/glaucon/, 
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Bailey Stimson was on top of the world.  At fifteen he was handsome, 
athletic, and filled with enough spunk to drown girls from Harrisburg to 
Calverton.  No fine chick was possibly immune from his radar, and with his 
Puka bead necklace, perfectly straight teeth, thick red hair, boyish 
freckles, and 7 inches of oversized boy dick, he had the confidence of 
teenage arrogance that was untested and nave.  Since he had been eleven, he 
had learned that if he drove his fat knobbed penis into the sheets at night, 
he could achieve shattering sensations that made him lose his breath, and 
involuntarily fuck the bed for sometimes up to twenty or thirty seconds.  It 
was a pre-teen dream cum true.  His cousin Sam had filled his mind with 
impure thoughts that Altar Boys should not have according to Father Raymond, 
and then showed him that if he stroked his then four inch boner with a slick 
fist, he could make his toes curl.  He and Sam had even traded slimy palms 
two times, once when they had to share a tent on the overnight camping trip 
their fathers had organized when they were eleven, and then again on a long 
drive to visit relatives when they were in the back of RV, facing out the 
rear window and everyone else was asleep.

Fuck, it was so cool to do it with Sam on the sly like that, sliding their 
hands down each others loose shorts, gripping their respective steel stiff 
pricklets with spit slick fingers, and teasing them till they had to bite 
their lips from groaning out load.  Sam was amazing, the way his thick 
fingers zeroed in on Baileys sensitive prick tip, twirling them around the 
bloated knob, thumbing his glans and them cupping the whole head in his 
palm.  It took Bailey about fifteen minutes of teasing, his cousin bringing 
him to the edge and then purposely stopping, before Baileys legs 
straightened out, his toes curled reflexively, and his fat knob went glass 
smooth in his cousins experienced fist.  When the first bolts of 
pre-ejaculatory sensation erupted, the sensitivity of Baileys prick caused 
Sam to quickly put his other hand over his handsome cousins mouth, 
preventing Bailey from waking their younger brothers, asleep in the seat 
ahead of them.  Bailey flailed his head back and forth as Sams fist teased 
him to conclusion, drinking in big gulps of air to cover his 
hypersensitivity.  But Sams fist soon released him as his own bloated glans 
got a thorough milking from Bailey, and he jerked his own legs out and slid 
down further on the bed of RV to allow his cock to take control of his body. 
Soon Sams own throbbing dry-cum made him twist and turn to escape his 
cousins unerring fist, and the two boys quietly panted their sweet 
satisfaction.

The years had passed.  Now, Bailey was fifteen and at home, school was in 
session, and there was no Sam to confide in his lust over Karyn Holcomb. 
Instead, as he lay in his bed, naked, he ground his engorged teenage phallus 
into the lubricated wash cloth that prevented his mother from seeing sticky 
boy stains on the sheets.  He closed his eyes and groaned lowly as his fat 
glans drove into the terry cloth wet with mothers hand lotion, fucking the 
material like it was soon girls pussy; mashing and squishing his prong into 
the yielding, but abrasive material.  His strong legs lifted his slender and 
slightly curved shaft up and then thrust it down into the bed.  Each time he 
lifted up on his toes, his taut butt cheeks opened, splitting the melons 
when he drove his prick back down into the bed.  Aaaahhhhhh fuuuccccck, 
Bailey softly whined, grinding and twisting his torso and hips into the bed, 
making sure to roil his boy prick as deeply into the wash cloth as possible, 
getting up again on his toes to make sure he got enough traction to mash his 
pecker into submission.  It was a wonder that the cloth stayed wrapped 
around his bulging penis, the force of his fucking bruising the material 
over his sensitive knob and wreaking sensations that made his tits tighten 
and his anus squeeze tightly.

What Bailey did not know was that his ten and a half year old brother Royce 
was monitoring each plunge into the bed.  Royce, on his hands and knees, was 
watching his brothers big strong body achieve the desperate teenage 
ejaculation it desperately wanted so badly.  For several weeks, Royce had 
been sneaking into his brothers room once the frottage began because Bailey 
was so consumed with his thrusting and fucking the wash cloth that he did 
not notice in the dark his door which was around the corner from his bed, 
open slightly.  Royce was able to crawl into the room, and hide behind 
Baileys desk near the door to get a good view.  His own thick, four inch 
prong was steel stiff, and he gripped his loose pajama bottoms around the 
pricklet glans, twisting his fist over the bloated boy tip until his own dry 
orgasm, lubricated by his preteen, pre-fuck sap, made him flinch and jerk 
while he watched Bailey make the final plunges into the bed.  He watched 
intently as Baileys long strong toes dug into the bedding, forcing his 
over-heated cock into the spasms bathed in thick wads of teenage spunk that 
left him gasping and groaning. aaaaagghhhhhh, ooooooowwwwww. Fuck, shit.. 
aaaaaagggghhhh.  Then with one final plunge that announced that his cock 
knob was too sensitive for more, Bailey would crash down on the bed gasping 
and hunching from the ticklish intensity on his prick tip, and would soon 
fall asleep, allowing Royce an avenue of escape.  Royce would slink out on 
his knees just the way he came in, and let his still stiff pricklet lead him 
back to his room for another round of frottage of his own.  The Stimson boys 
knew how to grind cock with the best of American youth, and 
not-with-standing their handsome all-American faces, they were as nasty and 
sex-starved as the next boy.

Bailey and his cousin Sam were growing tired of their respective 
masturbatory routines not out of reluctance to shoot cum, but out of their 
horny fuck-lust for girls.  Both fifteen year old jocks were mesmerized by 
the idea of cunt without understanding why or caring, and both wanted to get 
their randy prongs bathed in pussy juice.  But good boys dont do that kind 
of thing, and so all Sam and Bailey could do was talk about the taut nipples 
they saw at school and the flash of panties and pussy mounds that tantalized 
them.  Fuck, girls were all a prick-tease, making guys prongs stiff and hard 
and sticky all fucking day.  Sometimes Bailey thought the school should 
provide a booth where guys could go in privacy and have a girl suck their 
dicks, like the fag holes in the john at the park where some guys went for 
relief.  In truth, both boys wanted their cocks sated constantly, and that 
meant more than once a day.  Girls were the means to an end, and neither boy 
had fallen for a particular girl at their respective schools.  Instead, they 
looked forward to parties where they could find a cute cunt to suck face 
with, and grind their erect cocks against soft legs and thighs going home 
with blue balls and having to fuck their beds sometimes twice in a row to 
get relief.  Since they went to schools across town from each other, their 
e-mails and chats on-line became the method of sharing fantasies that more 
than once had resulted in each boy masturbating into a sock as they talked. 
But neither confided about that to the otherinstead, they greedily read the 
nasty words each wrote, pinching their respective tits, and twisting their 
dirty practice socks around their leaky prongs, determined to find another 
way to get their pungent boy spooge out of their heavy, ball sweat covered, 
testicles, and bloated cock knobs.  As luck would have it, Sam had found 
just what both boys had dreamed of in their horny day dreams and sticky wet 
dreams.  Down the block from his house lived Kristy Jennings, a thirteen and 
a half (going on eighteen) year old sweet meat.  Kristy had tits already the 
size of mature women, and her dark, shining eyes and raven hair made it 
clear she was well past puberty.  The way her pert ass thrust out when she 
walked in shorts made Sam leak like a sieve in his masturbatory fantasies. 
As it turned out, Kristy who had moved into town only six months earlier 
when her dad took a construction job in the area, had befriended another 
girl who was her blond counterpart; Kara Townsend.  Kara was almost 
fourteen, and her pale blue eyes were pools into which boys like Bailey and 
Sam sank helplessly.  Like Kristy, her tits were already mature, and the 
pale nipples were clearly outlined in the blouses she wore, as well as the 
fact that she often went to school without a bra.  Shit, these girls were 
ripe, and older boys in the neighborhood eyed them hungrily, but adjusted 
their stiff hardons and moved on when they realized how young they were. 
But Sam had no such concerns.  He knew nothing of laws regarding underage 
sex, and he figured if kids were kids, anything was fair game.  He began 
sharing with Bailey descriptions and photos of the girls, pictures he took 
with his digital telephoto camera when they were coming and going from 
Kristys house.

Over the course of several weeks, Bailey was desperate to meet Kara and Sam 
had staked out Kristy as his prey.  It turned out that in another week, a 
party was taking place down the block at the home of one of the junior high 
kids whose parents let them hold teen parties.  There was no drinking or 
smoking or drugs allowed, but the parents were easy and did not supervise 
the parties held by their daughter.  She invited the best looking kids, and 
even some older boys, to give the parties an edge, and make them seem hot. 
It worked, and popular kids, jocks and all the best cunt in the neighborhood 
would show up.  Sam had worked up the courage to approach Kristy, and 
eventually told her about his cousin Bailey.  He wondered if sometime they 
could double date, he would invite his cousin over, and he could hang with 
Kara.  Kristy admired the handsome face, and Sams strong body.  His boyish 
smile was so infectious, and that dimple on his right side when he laughed 
was like a flame to her itchy pussys moth.  When news of the party down the 
block became the big story at school, Kristy suggested that Sam invite his 
cousin, and she would ask Kara to join them.  They could go togetherand 
guess what.  Kristys father had to leave her alone at the house for the 
weekend.  He was a single parent, and he admonished her not to invite anyone 
over while he was away.  But Kristy just smiled sweetly and did what she 
always did, that is, whatever the fuck she wanted.  When her dad was gone, 
she was free.  So she told Sam that he and Bailey and Kara could come back 
to her house after hanging out at the party if they wanted.  Sam told her 
that sounded cool, but did not make a big issue of the invitation until he 
told Bailey in an excited instant message.  Fucking Awere going to get a 
chance to score pussy, at least stick our fingers in their cunts and maybe 
get a blow jobshit, this is the best!  Bailey concurred and the two boys 
furiously fucked their beds that night, dreams of sugar plum cunt and berry 
nipples, dancing through their heads as their strong feed drove their torsos 
relentlessly into the their respective beds.  Little did Sam know that his 
younger brother, eleven year old Kevin, had learned from his cousin Royce 
all about Baileys jerk sessions.  So Kevin had been sneaking through the 
shared bathroom, opening the door slightly and watching his brother screw an 
old gym sock into the bed, mesmerized by the strong his brothers strong ass 
checks clenching as he ground down and torque his body to work the fevered 
prick into submission.  Like Royce, Kevin masturbated his own pre-teen 
pricklet, a sturdy five inch cudgel, gripping the fat boy glans and mauling 
it with spit and his own pre-ejaculate to achieve a shuddering, tingling 
dry-cum that made his bite his lip and close his eyes from the intensity of 
the sensation.  These four cousins were as randy as boys could be, and as 
innocent and sweet as Norman Rockwell boys on the old covers of Life 
Magazine.  Only in the darkness of their rooms, did these boys show how much 
their pricks governed their lives, and how much satisfying the demands of 
their boy boners ruled their day to day thoughts.  For Bailey and Sam, cunt 
was the objective, but for Royce and Kevin it was the guilty pleasure of 
masturbating their pre-teen alter egos, their stiff pricklets.

What Sam, and of course Bailey, did not know was that they were being 
watched closely by their younger brothers, and that the two girls they were 
going to date at the forthcoming teen bash were mature beyond their years. 
Both girls were experienced beyond the boys imaginations, and knew how they 
needed their pussies itched and to make big boys beg.  Kristy had learned 
about her cunt and its reflexively gripping tunnel and sensitive clit from 
her older cousin, Billy Randle.  When Kristy was eleven and he was 
seventeen, Billy managed to get her out into the woods on a vacation hike, 
and by the time their picnic lunch was finished, his strong thick finger had 
lodged itself in her virgin mount and stroked Kristy to three straight 
orgasms while his lips were locked on her nearest nipple, laving and 
suctioning it till she fairly squealed.  Jesus, Kristy loved the way Billy's 
rough finger pad had teased and tickled her cunt lips, worming just inside 
the pre-teen labia, and there scratching, rubbing, and searching for her 
most sensitive spots until the young girl was thrashing under his body that 
was half draped over hers, keeping her captive as he frigged her leaky hole. 
As he suckled her exposed tit, making electric shocks rocket through her 
body and fire her clit into a stiff nub, he turned his thumb into a flicking 
machine and his index finger into a rooter router.  Billy had taken Kristy 
deep into the woods, to a secluded spot under a small waterfall so that when 
her girlish squeals and cries from the delicious sensations rang out, no one 
would hear them above the rushing water.  Even better though, Bill shared 
his thick eight inch prong with Kristys soft fingers and inexperienced 
mouth, and once she realized that boys were controlled by their cocks, the 
tables were turned.

Billy was so strong, and so manly to Kristy, but the moment her gentle hands 
gripped his throbbing prong, sticky with his pre-fuck sap, and her 
fingertips glided over the satin bulb of his fat prick knob, the big teen 
surrendered, lying back and closing his eyes and abandoning his cock to its 
fate.  What a glorious afternoon for Kristy, her pussy still sweetly aching 
from the finger-fucking she had gotten, and her nipples a bit sore from 
Billys voracious mouth.  But then to have this big, 6 1 boy completely at 
her disposal was a miracle that made her pussy leak.  She searched out his 
navel and tickled him, she hefted and scratched his heavy hanging balls 
making him writhe, and she even pinched his rubbery teats making his prick 
go rigid each time.  Every discovery was a revelation.  Before they returned 
from their outing, Kristy had made Billys big boner geyser once over her 
trembling fist, and then a second time into her soft mouth, wrenching cries 
and exclamations from him as he kept stroking and mouthing his sensitive 
prick tip after each explosion.  But Billy did not stop her, he was 
helpless, wanting to have his sweet young cousin drain his copious spooge 
and milk his big boy balls.  From that time on, Kristy measured her ability 
to control men.  There was the young, married security guard at the Mall who 
licked her cunt to two cums, but only after she made him lower his pants and 
briefs to his ankles and masturbate for her.  She got to take some booty 
from the store she was in as a reward, without paying a dime.  And there was 
her soccer coach who rubbed his fat knobbed cock against her pussy and ass 
till he came, and then had to lick his cum off her until she was satisfied 
with his service.  Finally, there was the thirty year old gas company reader 
who was offered a soda and got much more for his time and trouble.  He had 
introduced Kristy to fucking, and Christ did he know how to use that 7, 
curved shaft with the fat plum knob.  He showed Kristy what nature had 
taught men across time, to leverage their strong ass muscles on their tip 
toes, and drive deep and corkscrew, to wring cries of bliss and squeals of 
joy from girls till they could hardly breathe.  And the gas man was so 
insatiable, matching Kristy own slutty lust.  He had fucked her three times 
in two hours, and then had to jam, knowing he had to make up the lost time 
he had spent with her.  Now, living in a new town with new and fresh meat to 
conquer, Kristy was ready for Sam and his cousin.  This would be easy, and 
from getting to know Kara, she knew the older girl was a kindred spirit and 
knowledgeable counterpart.

For her part, Kara had been screwed by her thirteen year old brother since 
he had been twelve.  Connor Townsend had always been big for his age, and 
his cock was a match for his body.  Early on, he learned that other kids 
longed to touch him, and he went from hunching his bed, to getting blowjobs 
from younger boys in the school toilet, to screwing his sister in what seem 
like a blur.  Kara caught him spying on her, and masturbating his thick six 
inch boy prong.  But instead of punishing him, she invited him into her room 
when their parents were distracted at night, and at least twice a week he 
would lick her pussy and screw her till she came twice.  Boys were so 
delicious, made to service girls and give them thrills in their aching 
cunts.  Like a good puppy dog, thirteen year old Connor dutifully met every 
need Kara had, except the thrill of meeting and conquering new boys.  Now 
her friend Kristy, no stranger to dick, had arranged it so that the two 
girls could tame two new cocks.  It was going to be a fun party.

The week of the party, Bailey had asked his parents permission to go across 
town and spend the weekend with his cousin Sam so they could go to the 
gathering.  Royce knew from his e-mails and IMs with Kevin that Sam was just 
as much a jerk-off artist as Bailey, and he wondered if the two older boys 
fooled around with each other.  He and Kevin decided he should ask to come 
and spend the weekend too, since his parents would be bringing Bailey and 
then the two of them could spy on the older boys---maybe even follow them to 
the party---to see what they would get into.  Anyway, Kevin had gotten a 
cool new digital camera for his birthday and it could take night pictures 
using infrared, and had a telephoto lens for long distance shotsostensibly 
for nature pictures.  But both boys knew what they wanted from Kevins 
camerathey just had to get together and pull it off.  Royces pleas were 
finally heard, and with a promise he would not tag along after his big 
brother and get in the way, he was allowed to spend the same weekend with 
Kevin.  Their plan had been successfully hatched, now it remained to be seen 
what they would see and capture on Kevins camera.  Little did the two 
mischievous preteens know what surprises were in store for them!

Royce had been surfing the internet for some time, and when he and Kevin got 
together, he showed his cousin pictures he had downloaded onto his flash 
drive.  There were pictures of guys screwing chicks, their huge, stiff 
prongs battering soft, wet pussies and raking turgid little clits.  There 
were pictures of women, with bright red lipstick on, sucking hard male 
prongs, and getting cum squirted on their faces.  And there were pics of big 
dicks being masturbated by guys and chicks, causing cum to geyser from the 
bloated knobs of the lucky recipients of the handjobs. For Royce and Kevin, 
straight sex was obvious, but any sex where guys got to shoot spooge was 
good, especially since they could not yet ejaculate big boy sperm.  By the 
time they went to bed that first night, both boys thick four inch pricklets 
were throbbing, leaking pre-cum to make their boy boners sticky and 
sensitive.  But since neither could shoot cum, the constant leaking merely 
lubricated them for heaving dry-cums that would be achieved later.  That 
night after Kevins parents had gone to bed, they used their flash lights to 
eliminate themselves underneath the bedspread.  Both boys slid their bloated 
pre-teen fuck sticks through the opening of their pajamas and gripped them 
in respective fists, swirling their fingers up their stiff little stalks, 
and their palms over the fat glans, making them both squirm and grind their 
asses on the bed they were sharing in Kevins room; their long toes pointing 
hard as they teased their boners.

At one point, Kevin showed Royce a trick he had learned from pics on one of 
the porn sites he had found in his internet searches.  He used some old ties 
of his dads that he found in the basement, and persuaded Royce to let him 
tie his arms to the bedposts.  Royce went along, just to see what the fuck 
Kevin had in mind, his cousin telling him he would love it.  Then squirting 
some hand lotion on his palm, Kevin gently grasped his bound cousins 
throbbing boner in his fist, and began a slow, tortuous masturbation of the 
big pre-teen boy.  Royce gasped from the delicious sensation of his cousins 
practiced fist gripping his sticky wiener, and hunched his legs the moment 
Kevins muscled palm roiled over his fat, achy glans, the sensation driving 
him wild.  His knees came up to his chest, and he tried to roll over on his 
side away from Kevin.  But Kevin had bound him securely, and he merely 
followed his cousin and thrust his own knees under Royces back, pinning him 
on his side while his fist continued to slide slowly up and down the rigid 
boy prick.  Royce couldnt stand it and yet could not stop his hips from 
thrusting his boy rod into the hand of his smiling cousin.  Fuck it felt 
good to have his boner stroked and squeezed, the sensitive glans tickled and 
milked.  He whispered hoarsely, telling Kevin to stop the desperate 
sensations, his voice rising from the incredible hand job he was receiving. 
Kevin quickly shushed his cousin, and stopped masturbating him for a moment 
to find the pair of underwear Royce had worn before they got into their 
pajamas.  In a quick motion, he stuffed the shorts into his cousins mouth as 
a precaution, and his still wet fist went back to find the helplessly erect 
boy penis and to resume his calculated masturbation of Royce.  Kevin knew 
that Royce wanted to be milked by his experienced fist, but he also knew 
that Royce was as sensitive as he was, and could not stand the slow, 
tortuous masturbation, especially from a fist belonging to someone else.

Aaaaagggghhhhh..mmmmpppphhhhh.aaaawwwwwuuuucccckkkk.oooopp, oooop,
Aaaaaaawwwww.goooooooodddddd.! Royce babbled into the wadded underwear that 
had him gagged.  But all he could do is bounce on his cousins legs, and 
twist frantically, to try and avoid (even as he wickedly enjoyed), the 
relentless masturbation to which his rigid boy bone was being subjected. 
Every time Royces pricklet seemed to go rigid, and the fat glansglassy, 
Kevin, would slow down.  He also used his fingernails under Royces t-shirt 
and found his cousins nipples rigid and sensitive, provoking more squawking 
and groaning from Royce.  That along with his occasional attempt to slide a 
finger between Royces firm boy buns, to tickle his cousins anal knot, made 
Royce almost hysterical.  It took him almost a full hour, but Kevin wrung 
two massive dry cums from his cousins ever-stiff prong, milking him 
ruthlessly and yet gently, and leaving Royce soaking wet from sweat in his 
efforts to both avoid his cousins fist, and from the gymnastics that 
accompanied each dry ejaculation.  Christ, Kevin loved seeing the reactions 
by Royce as his thumb slid over the convulsing Royces over-heated prick knob 
at the moment of his cum, almost making the boy faint, his legs thrust out 
and toes pointed, as the merciless thumb flicked back and forth over the 
aching glans.

Later, that night, Royce would get his own back, tying Kevin down when he 
was asleep, securing both arms and lets, and then milking his cousin two 
times in succession. Kevin had the ability to cum within minutes of his dry 
cums, and Royce had more than once almost driven his cousin insane, 
wrestling the smaller boy down, and pining him while jerking him off 
relentlessly.  Tonight, it was late and both boys were tired, so Royce 
merely satisfied himself with two cums, but induced in a way that made Kevin 
strain and buck helplessly against his bonds.  He used Kevins socks to keep 
his cousin quiet, and employed a slightly different approach to the 
masturbation since Kev was spread-eagled.  He gripped Kevins turgid wiener 
in one hand, and rolled his fist and palm over his cousins knob gently, but 
continuously, keeping him on edge as long as he could, and then wrenching 
ass grinding dry cums from him that were as wicked as the ones Kevin had 
extracted from him earlier.  He loved the way Kevins toes did the opposite 
of his own, curling tight as his orgasm shook him, and as Royces fist 
continued to swirl around the bloated glans, making the helpless boy writhe 
and buck through his own sweaty dry cums.  Ah fuck, being pre-teen punks and 
cousins was fucking great, and no one knew how much sex they could enjoy 
privately.  By day they were the handsome, almost teen boys who dominated 
little league and their skateboards, but away from prying eyes they were 
nasty, sex sluts who wanted to have and see sex non-stop.  These exploits 
were just that, brainless pre-teen boy jock, fuck-lust, but later, they 
would become a template for both of the boys to use on their hapless older 
brothers whose own cocks ruled their all-American bodies and brains.

Kristy had decided that it was time to have some fun with the two teenage 
guys who had been sniffing around them like amateur pussy hounds.  Both she 
and Kara wanted their cunts soothed on Saturday night, but they were going 
to have some fun with these dick-brained middle school studs first.  Kristy 
conceived of a plan to make the two boys kiss each others dicks before they 
would allow them to have the fuck both boys seemed desperate to achieve. 
Why the fuck not, older guys had made Kristy squirm, and Kara new the 
pleasure of making a hard-dicked teenager her own personal sex slave (her 
own brother at that), so why not these hunky middle school jock boys who 
thought their teen pricks were Gods gift to woman.  It would be a hoot to 
see their expressions when the girls told them the price of admission.  And, 
after all, who would it hurt.  The girls intended to bring them back to 
Kristys house with her dad away, no one would know.

The party was the usualhard bodied boys preening and posing for the pretty 
girls who were deciding who would have to go home with blue balls and jerk 
their stiff prods for relief, instead of sinking the boy dicks into wet, 
sticky mouths or cunts.  Teenage boys were do deliciously predictable, 
desperate to ejaculate, and determined to sink their manly pride into girl's 
soft, slick holes.  Failing that, they would fuck their beds or their fists 
or anything they could pry their cock into that would not disclose their 
rabid need to screw, and to what pathetic ends they would go to get their 
release.  Every boy at the party had to put on the face of masculine 
bravado, and dominating strength.  Pussy existed for them, no the other way 
around.  But as their constantly stiff boy pricks taught them, at the end of 
the day, they just fucking needed to cumand once in that condition, they 
were easily manipulated.  Beautiful boys with god-like bodies and thick, fat 
knobbed pricks were like putty after a few brews and lots of boasting and 
acting.  At least two guys would get sucked off in the johns by other guys, 
pretending that they were too drunk to know what was happening; after all, 
one cocksucker is as good as the next.  Two other boys would cream just from 
lip locking with girls at the party, and rubbing their insistent boners, 
barely covered by briefs and jeans, against the legs of the knowing partners 
who loved the power they had over these dim witted members of the male sex. 
The rest of the boys were hoping that they would get a girls hand, mouth or 
god-willing, cunt wrapped around their pulsing shafts.  Otherwise, it was 
home to screw the sheets, the hidden socks, or their fists---dreaming of 
mastering soft, pretty girls who seemed so innocent and wanting to surrender 
to male bravado.

Bailey and Sam had showered and even used deodorant, dressed in t-shirts, 
shorts and flip-flops to expose enough of their firm, young bodies to make 
their dates wonder at what treasures remained to be disclosed, and casual 
enough to be one of the guys.  But when they saw the girls, they struggled 
to prevent their teenage pricks from poking out their shorts.  Kristy and 
Kara wore ribbed halter tops that clung to their boobs, emphasizing their 
nipples, making them look like cherries ready to be plucked.  Their skirts 
showed off their creamy thighs, and each time they bent over, their panties 
were exposed, barely covering the magical wet, soft lips that were beckoning 
Bailey and Sam.  The girls played coy, the two boys were cautious and 
polite, goofing-off just enough to suggest the boyish charm that teenage 
boys think girls adore.  Little did they know that Kristy and Kara had seen 
it all.  They knew what the boys wanted, and they played along with the 
stupid jokes, affectations and gestures.  But when it got to 10 p.m., the 
girls suggested to the boys that they walk down the block to Kristys house. 
Unbeknownst to both couples, hanging outside the house where the party was 
blaring were Baileys and Sams brothers.  They tracked their brothers 
discreetly, and with all the noise and revel, neither was paid much 
attention by the older attendees, more interested in each other than two 
brats.  As Bailey, Sam and the two girls leave the party, they are trailed 
by the two boys who have been monitoring them the whole night, watching 
their older brother male models and suggestive touching and holding that has 
led to the departure.

At the house, Kristy led the others to the living room which looks out 
through a large plate glass window to the pool in the back yard.  The heavy 
curtains are open, because Kristy has no worries with her dad out of town, 
and the large cypress trees screening the yard.  Little did she realize that 
two boys have come through the side gate, and are hiding behind the barbeque 
on the patio, near the windows.  With their high resolution, digital camera 
in Kevins hands, they hoped to get some pictures they could use to tease 
their brothers, and maybe even see something that they could masturbate to. 
For everyone involved that night, there were surprises in store.

Oh fuck, yeah Bailey groaned as Karas palm glided over his mounded fly, 
grinding his bloated boy prick, leaking and jerking under his shorts and 
boxers, while his tongue dueled desperately with hers, using it to fuck her 
in his imagination, since his penis was still captive.  Kara was the 
aggressor, pushing Bailey back on the couch, her knee between his legs, 
brushing against his balls, as her hand slid back and forth over his fly 
front, teasing the oversized cock on the young teen.  Baileys inexperienced 
hands were rubbing her back as he focused on driving his tongue deep in her 
mouth, and outside Kevins camera focused on the erotic scene, using the dim 
light from the lamp on the end table next to them to capture shot after 
shot.  He even got one of Baileys long toes curling on his one foot that 
along with his strong leg was draped over Karas body as she pressed him down 
on the corner of the sofa, his flip-flop fallen on the floor as he struggled 
to gain some control over girl who was ravishing him.

Better yet at the other end of the sofa, Sams shorts were at his ankles, his 
knees spread opening his crotch and Kristys long fingers were curled around 
his stiff and unusually thick six inch cudgel, its fat knob being grazed by 
her long, painted fingernails.  His hand was up under her dress clumsily 
trying to claw his way under her ass to her pussy.  Like Bailey, he had 
transferred his instinct to fuck to his tongue, thrusting it helter-skelter 
into Kristys mouth, hoping he could maneuver her over his throbbing boner 
and lower her down onto his determined cock before there was an accident and 
he shot spunk over her hand, and everything else in the nearby vicinity. 
Kevins camera used the 12x telephoto to capture every leaky detail of his 
brothers drooling boner, being manipulated by Kristys knowledgeable fingers. 
Then he moved the picture frame outwards to make sure faces and bodies were 
all clearly visible in the shots.

The time had come, Kristys trying hard not to laugh into Sams face as he 
hyper-ventilated and panted with his eyes shut and his tongue bouncing 
frantically around in the amused girls mouth.  She looked over to Kara, and 
when she caught her eye, winked, announcing the moment to spring their plan 
on the horny, desperate boys.  Kristy, lead the way.  Hmmmm. Sam, youre so 
niceoh, I love what youre doing, she purred, reaching down with her free 
hand to slide it over his as he fumbled under her dress, over her wet 
panties.  Sam thought he was evoking the sticky wetness, but it was really 
the excitement Kristy felt over the chance to humiliate these two boys. 
Sammy, will you do something for me.? she pleaded softly.  Yeah baby, 
surewhatya wanttell meyeahtell me. he responded, grinding his prick into her 
fingers as they danced teasingly around his fevered prick knob.

But when Sam could finally focus on her words, he was astoundeddumb-founded 
actually.  What the fuck, he said when Kristy said that she wanted to fuck 
him, but wanted him to prove how much he wanted her by kissing Baileys 
pecker.  Sam laughed, a nervous laugh, and gave a you must be kidding me 
look first at Kristy, then at Bailey.  That was when Kara piped in, oh, 
yesss.oh please, Bailey please let him do it thats so cool, such an amazing 
idea, oh, it makes me so horny just to think bout it..  Bailey just had a 
dumb, blank expression, his cock taking most of his attention as he felt the 
drops of pre-cum sliding out the piss lips, wetting his boxers from the last 
deep thrust of his tongue almost to Karas tonsils.  When he did get his 
wits, Bailey said, what kind of shit is thatIm not letting Sam kiss my 
peckerthats queer.

Outside, the two younger boys watched somewhat perplexed why all the hot and 
heavy action had stopped, and their brothers and the girls were now talking. 
Not that Sams cock had gone down, Kirsty kept him nice and stiff by gently 
rubbing her fingers over his bloated fuck tip while they spoke.  But why the 
conversation?  Inside, Kristy was not to be deterred.  Sam, if you dont kiss 
Baileys cock, I dont want to fuck youits like Kara said, it makes me horny. 
I wanna be real horny when we do itdont you Sam common, pleasedo it for me. 
Kristy lowered her eyes, and gave a sweet little girl pout, and Sam, like a 
moth to the flame, fell right into the trap.

Shit, that is so fucking queer. Sam complained giving as disgusted a look 
away from both Bailey and girls as he could muster, but there was just a bit 
of resignation in his voice,(like Jesus, why the fuck mefuck, lets get it 
over with).  He turned and looked hard at his cousin hoping for some help, 
but Bailey just looked dazed.  He wanted to go back to kissing Kara, but she 
was waving her index finger at him when he tried to pull her back, making 
like, no, no, no  She was keeping Bailey at bay until Sam completed his 
ablutions, and earned the right to get into Kristys panties.  But even as 
Sam continued to whine, Kristy pulled him down from the sofa onto his knees, 
and Kara distracted Bailey by unzipping his shorts and extracting his long, 
thick pecker through the wet fly of the boxer shorts.  Outside, Kevins and 
Royces eyes opened wide as they saw Kara turn Baileys impressive boy penis 
toward his cousins face, and Kristy gently pushed Sams head toward the 
bulbous knob, leaking clear pre-fuck like a sieve.

Ooooohhhh, Sam, youre making me so horny Kristy crooned as she guided his 
head closer to Baileys crotch.  Oh, my panties are getting so wet, and its 
tickling my pussy oh, Sam, quick please, do it her voice becoming louder and 
more demanding.  For his part, Sam resisted enough to make Kristy have to 
apply a bit of force to push his head closer, but obediently, his cock 
throbbing from Kristys description of her pussy.  Kara had slipped a finger 
into Bailey mouth, and now it was she who was simulating the fucking, 
sliding the long finger with this painted nail, in and out of the boys mouth 
like a drugged wand, tickling the roof of his mouth, and teasing his tongue. 
At the same time, she twisted his long, thick prick toward his cousins face, 
and waved it back and forth as Sam was pushed to within inches of the sticky 
fuck stick.  Kara moved out the way, standing behind the couch but continued 
to finger fuck Baileys mouth.  She transferred control of Baileys curved 
prick, which wanted to slap up to his shirt covered navel, to Kristys who 
synchronized Sams head and Baileys prick.  But fortunately for Kevin, she 
did so leaving the field of view unblocked.  His camera was snapping 
furiously, and both he and Bryce had developed stiff boners in their pants.

Thats it baby, oh fuck, its making me so wetkiss itkiss that fat cock knob. 
Just think, Bailey will be fucking Kara with that big fat cock head and 
youll be screwing me so please, just kiss that cock.oooowwwww 
plllleeeeeaaassseeee.  Sam closed his eyes, and suddenly he felt the soft 
skin of something big and hard swipe across his lips.  He pulled back, but 
Kristy pushed back, and now the bulbous tip of Baileys glans was gliding 
back and forth over Sams pursed lips, basting them with his pre-fuck.  Sam 
felt light-headed, like he might faint, but Kristy pushed his head firmly, 
and unexpectedly Baileys cock knob popped into Baileys mouth when he opened 
it to object to Kristys manhandling.  At that moment, Kristy moved back so 
both she and Kara could take in the scene, and a perfect picture of Sams 
mouth encasing the bloated glans of Baileys cock, and Baileys face etched in 
lust with only some obscure finger lodged deep in his upturned mouth.  Sam 
capture three rapid shots by holding down the button of the digital camera, 
with the angle missing Kristy entirely.

Sam sputtered, and pulled his head off of Baileys prick, wiping his mouth 
and making a face as he struggled to get his cousins goo off his lips and 
tongue.  Bailey was lost in the finger fucking that Kara was administering. 
But Sam staggered to his feet, his pulsing boner swinging back and forth 
heavily as he stood, and Kevins camera capturing each move.  At that 
instant, the phone rang, and everyone in the room turned in surprise. 
Kristy let it ring again to be sure it was not a mistake, and then answered.

Hello

Kris, this is Dad.  I had trouble with the truck and Im on the way home. 
In fact, Im just a minute or two away.  Please put some of the left-over 
meat-loaf in the micro-wave---I wasnt able to get dinner.  See you in a 
minute.  The line went dead, and Kristy went crazy.  She screamed that her 
dad was almost home and that the boys and Kara would have to go.  It took a 
minute for the boys to get their clothes adjusted, and even as they moved to 
the screen door to go through the backyard, they could hear Kristys dad 
arriving with his ride in the driveway.  As soon as Kevin and Bryce saw the 
commotion, and the boys getting dressed and moving toward the plate glass 
window, they scooted out the back gate, and ran back to Kevins and Sams 
house.

Later, when Kristys dad entered the house, he noticed glasses on the 
coffee-table in front of the couch, and pillows on the floor.  Kristy was 
flushed, and she was in make-up that made her look like a slut, and a halter 
top he had never seen.  Later that night, her pussy leaked wildly as her 
fathers belt snapped against her ass and the tip curled cruelly between her 
flailing legs to bite in between her panty covered cunt lips.  Her father 
got the whole story out of her, minus the names of the boys, and before the 
spanking ended, the curling belt would sting her clit just enough to make 
her orgasm, squealing and screaming at the same time, flooding her panties 
and making her tits go rigid.  Later that night, as she cried in bed, her 
body folded up on her bed, her fingers were lodged between her legs, 
stroking her inflamed pussy, tickling more delicious sensations from her 
hungry cunt, a finger drilling in deep and her thumb bruising her already 
battered clitoris driving her to another and another obsessive cum.

Back at Sams house, Bailey and Sam arrived sweaty and flushed from their 
quick escape and run home in their flip-flops.  The boys had to keep quiet 
till they got to their room, but the case of blue-balls they both had after 
the humiliating scene Kristy had demanded of them, left them surly and 
frustrated.  The fucks and shits were muffled, but Kevin and Bryce could 
clearly hear them.  The older boys went to bed, angry and horny.  The 
younger ones spent half the night going over the incredible pictures Kevin 
downloaded to his computer.  The large pictures of what he had seen through 
the lens were more amazing than he and Bryce could have imagined.  Together, 
they chaffed their stiff cocklets looking at the scenes of lust and 
especially the ones of Sams mouth engulfing the fat prick knob of Baileys 
incredible boner.  As their fingers frigged each respectively to a 
satisfying dry cum, they looked at each other with the dawning realization 
of what they now had in their possession.  For the rest of the weekend, as 
Bailey and Sam grumbled around the house, the two boys organized and shared 
the pictures Kevin had taken by e-mail to Bryces computer.  A new day was 
about to dawn for Bailey Stimson and his cousin Sam, one they could have 
never imagined in their wildest dreams and fantasies.

On Monday night, when Bailey came home and had dinner, he was looking 
forward to a good wank of his rampant prick before he went to sleep.  He had 
seen Karyn Holcomb at lunch and her flirting and casual caress of his face, 
tug on his Puka shell necklace like it was her collar for him, and tickling 
his ear before they parted, made his cock stiffen and leak, still 
unfulfilled from his weekend disappointment with Kara.  In gym he had played 
hard when they divided into teams for basketball, using his height and 
strength to bully his defenders, throwing elbows and driving hard to basket 
to score.  He was angry because his spunk filled balls had not achieved the 
relief he wanted and needed, so any guy in his way was going to pay.  In the 
showers, he soaked under the warm water, grazing his fingers over his 
nipples as he soaped, making his cock lurch and fill with blood just enough 
to seem like the object of admiration of other boys glancing at him in the 
locker-room.

After dinner, he went to his room, and opened an IM with Sam, asking if his 
cousin had seen Kristy and Kara at school.  Sam said he saw Kara, and she 
had asked for Bailey, but he had not seen Kristy.  Apparently, she was home 
sick.  The memory of Kara, and her finger in his mouth carried him through a 
piss before he went to bed, and helped his cock stiffen to a firm erection 
when he climbed onto the bed, placing his lubed wash cloth under his body to 
begin a good fuck of the bed to wring the bloated balls of their sticky, 
starchy spooge.   Just as he lifted his naked torso to drive his swollen 
shaft, and bulbous, sticky knob into the crinkled cotton to bruise and chaff 
his itchy glans, there was a knock on the door.  What the fuck Bailey 
grimaced.  What did his Mom want Jesus, couldnt a guy have some privacy he 
cursed under his breath.

Yeah, Mom, whatya want he called out in a forced, but calm voice.

Baileyah Bailey, are you awake? Royce asked, his voice almost a hoarse 
whisper out of fear and excitement.  His pricklet throbbed and leaked more 
pre-cum just from the idea of actually speaking to his older brother, as the 
big boy lay in bed on his stomach, his prick already hard in anticipation of 
a bruising fuck of the sheets and his spooge towel waiting to wring gobs of 
teen spunk from his churning nuts.

Now Bailey was annoyed, Jesus, Royce, its ten fucking thirty, what the fuck. 
shit,whaddya wantwhatya doing up this latego to bed. Bailey blurted out, 
annoyed at his brothers untimely intrusion.  Jeez, couldnt a guy get his nut 
without some punk brother screwing it up, he thought to himself barely 
containing his contempt for the intrusion.


Its important BailAh, sorryah, I just wanted to ask you something, thats 
alland I didnt want Mom or Dad aroundyou know.  Royce responded almost 
submissively in awe of his older brother.  I got something to show you that 
youll wanna see.

Fuck, cant it wait until tomorrow morning? Bailey whined.

No, Bail, I gotta show you nowcommon, you know you werent gonna go to sleep 
right away.common, just talk with me, huh?  Even as he spoke, Royces 
four-inch pricklet was stiff and wet, pushing out the pajama pants even 
further, the material mercilessly tickling his fat pre-teen knob as he 
shifted nervously from foot to foot (and looking over his shoulder), waiting 
for Bailey to let him enter the room and fearful his parents would hear them 
talking and come out of their room.

Fuck Bailey groaned under his breath, and he pulled the blankets up to cover 
his nakedness even as his piss lips drooled more teen pre-sap onto the wash 
cloth now wrapped around his aching knob, basting and massaging it, tickling 
it as he spoke almost breathlessly.  Kcomin', but make it quick god-damnit, 
I gotta get up early tomorrow.  What Bailey did not realize, was that the 
night was just beginning for him.

Royce entered the room, and closed the door behind him.  He approached his 
brothers bed cautiously, slowly, knowing that he had violated Baileys inner 
sanctum, his private world.  He also knew that his brother reserved this 
time for his most private activity, the delicious masturbation of his thick, 
fat knobbed prong.  But Royce and his cousin had already breached the 
privacy of their older siblings by following them and snapping electronic 
images of both of them hoping to get blow jobs, or better, getting laid. 
Now, his own hard pricklet was throbbing with anticipation, desperate to see 
his brother masturbate up close, and to ask him questions about sex and 
stuff.  Little did Bailey know that his blue balls, frustrated by the 
interruption on the weekend, and only now having some privacy, were going to 
be taken over by his eleven year old brother.

Fuck, whatya mean I wasnt goin to bedwhatya think Im doing, day-dreaming? 
The older boy was now clearly annoyed and he didnt hide his exasperation 
with his younger sibling.

No, you knowI meanyou know what you do.you screw the bedIve seen ya do it. 
Somehow Royces naivet allowed him to blurt these words out, not thinking of 
the consequences of letting his brother know that hed been spying on his 
nocturnal activities.

When Bailey processed the words that Royce had said, he sat up and swung his 
legs out of the bed, the blanket still covering his crotch and his fading 
erection.  Fuck, you little voyeur, youve been spying on meyou faggotwhat 
the fuck do you think yer doing sneaking around, getting in my businessI 
oughta wring your fucking neck!

Royce stepped back when his brother whirled out of the covers and sat upbut 
his little pricklet actually spasmed, excited by something he couldnt quite 
understand, but felt so goodhe had gotten his brother angry but also kinda 
scared by what hed done.  If Bailey was upset about Royce watching him wank 
his prick, what would be say when he saw the pictures he and Kevin had 
taken.  Almost instinctively, Royce realized that he had control over his 
brother in a way he had never imagined.

Bailey was glaring at this brother in the dark, about to reach out and grab 
him, but did not want the blankets covering his still turgid erection to 
slip off his lap and expose him. AnywayI know more than you jerk off at 
night in bed, I know what you and Sam did this weekend.  There, he had said 
it...and now he was waiting to see what Bailey would do.

Bailey was stunnedhow did the little shit know what he had done this 
weekend?  He was furious, but he was also shockedhis little brother was like 
all over his private life, and it both infuriated and surprised Bailey. 
Jesus Royce, how the fuck do you know what I did this weekend? Bailey asked 
almost in awe of his younger brother.  Did Sam tell his younger brother what 
had happened, and the two younger cousins swapped intelligence?  Sam couldnt 
have been that stupidhow did his brother know?  Or maybe the little squirt 
was bluffing, and if he was, he was going to make him sorry hed every pulled 
such a prank on Bailey.

We got pictureswe got pictures of you and Samand we put em on the internet, 
so stop being so fuckin mean.  All I asked is if I could talk with yaand you 
get all bent out of shapejeez Bail, dont be so angry.  Royce was beginning 
to feel like he didnt need to be afraid of Bailey, like he could face him. 
After all, he and Kevin had the pictures, and once Bailey understood, once 
he saw them, hed have to calm down and be reasonable.

You have whatwhatya mean you got pictureshow did you and that little creep 
Kevin get pictures?  You followed usyou followed us to the partywell what 
the fuck, there were a lotta people at the party, so whatnow get outta my 
room!  Bailey had had enough, he wanted to fuck the bed into submission and 
he wanted his little brother to get out so he could do it and enjoy the 
image of Kara splayed out on a bed, and his strong ass muscles driving his 
thick cock into her sticky, gripping pussy until they both came like it was 
the end of the world.

Royce didnt understand what he had donewhy was his brother so angry?  He 
backed up to Baileys desk when his brother had whispered out loud and in an 
angry voice to get outta my room!  I wont get outand we didnt take pictures 
at the party, we took em at Kristys housewhen you and Sam were getting your 
pricks sucked!  Well, they both werent getting blow jobs, but Royce was too 
excited and scared to get it all straight.  He did know, though, that they 
had pictures that neither Sam or Bailey would want anyone to see.

You fucking creepyou little shittell me where youve got the fuckin chipIm 
gonna erase every one of those pics and then beat the shit outta you! 
Bailey jumped up, his still tumescent cock, swinging and forcing his pajama 
bottoms to bulge out obscenely, a wide damp spot where he had been leaking 
pre-fuck before Royce had come and interrupted.  Fortunately he had not 
gotten to the stage where he lowered his pajama bottoms and fucked the 
towelotherwise, when he leapt up, he would have given Royce another show.

Royce couldnt back up any further.  He was already backed up to Baileys 
desk.  And now he was madmad that Bailey was swearing at him and calling him 
names, and threatening him.  Oh yeahwell Ill bet Mom and Dad would like to 
see those pictures, and your buddies at school and Kristy and Karahow bout 
themyou wanna show them the pictures too?!  Royce was sweating, afraid his 
brother was going to punch him, but his own pricklet was tenting his pajama 
bottoms, strumming with excitement.

Bailey wanted to kill his brotherbut suddenly he realized he was in a 
precarious situation.  He did not know what kind of pictures Royce and Kevin 
had taken, but if Royce wasnt bluffingthen fuck, he was in deep shit.  What 
if the little creep had the pictures, then he and Sam were under their 
thumbsbut how much under, he was about to learn.  Jesus, Roycewhat a little 
twerpjust gimme the pics and stop all this crap.  Whatda I ever done to 
youso dont be a shitjust gimme the pics.

Now it dawned on Royce that he was completely in control, and for the first 
time, he realized he didnt have to ask Bailey anythinghe would tell him what 
he wanted him to do and say!  The moment he showed Bailey the pictures, the 
bigger boy would suddenly be completely under his thumb.  Yeah, weve got the 
pics, and like I said, theyre on the internet.  You get outta line, and me 
and Kevin are gonna post em for everybody to see, and then youll be screwed. 
So just stop acting like an asshole, and sit downI got something I wanna 
show ya, and then I wanna see you jerk off.

Bailey couldnt believe what he had just heardnow perspiration was breaking 
out around his neck and at his templeshis little brother had just threatened 
him with black mail, and the little shit apparently had the goods.  He 
certainly knew that both Sam and he had their pricks out with Kara and 
Kristy, so he couldnt bluff back.  With a deep exhale that acknowledged his 
unbelievable situation, he stepped back to his bed, and just did what Royce 
had demanded, he sat down.

Suddenly, the light next to the bed was switched on when Royce leaned over 
toward the door and flipped the wall switch; Bailey squinted at his brother 
who walked over to him, next to the bed.  He couldnt see Royces pre-teen 
erection, because he was looking up, not down.  But then Bailey handed him 
two blown up pictures he had printed on his computer on 8 x 11.5 paper, he 
sat up, biting his lip and stunned.  There in living color were two pictures 
of him and Sam, one with Sams mouth locked over his cock knob, and the other 
with Kara masturbating him while their tongues dueled.  What the fuck.where 
did you get these! Bailey demanded, looking at Royce like he might hit him.

Kevin took em last weekend, and like I told ya, hes got them on a free 
website. Royce said in a clear if nervous voice.  His prick hardened and 
burped more boy sap just from the sight of his brother looking at the 
pictures.

Whatya mean hes got em on a free website? Bailey inquired, now as curious as 
he was angry.

Hes gonna to send it to our parents and to friends at school.  Royce 
squeaked out as bravely as he could.

What the fuck, why would he do thatwhat kind of shit of thatdoes Sam know 
what that little prick is doing.  Im gonna call him on my cell phone right 
now, and tell him to beat the shit out of Kev.  Bailey was threatening, but 
he couldnt get out of the bed to get to his cell phone in his back pack, 
because he was naked and had a semi-erect, wet cock under the sheets.

Kev and I will send em out, unless you guys do everything we say.  Royce 
almost had a dry cum as he said the words, his pricklet throbbing from the 
threat he had just made to his big brother.  Fuck, all he wanted was to have 
his hero big brother show him how he masturbated, and maybe have some play 
along with Bailey like he had with Kev.  But the more his brother treated 
him with contempt and disgust, the more Royce raised the stakesand the more 
his cocklet pulsed and leaked.  He didnt understand it, but fuck it felt 
good.

I wanna see you make your prick hard Bailwanna see you play with it.  Dont 
take off your bottomsjust reach inside and play with it.  Royces voice was 
still high pitched, still the voice of a boybut he spoke with a calm and 
deliberation that belied his years.  Bailey stared at him blanklyand opened 
his mouth to protestbut Royce moved toward him crossing his arms over his 
chest and looking oddly confident for a boy.  With a dumb expression, Bailey 
slowly reached into the fly of his pajama and grasped the heady head of his 
thick, curved cudgel.  His thumb slid over the sticky glansstill wet from 
his earlier exertions, and the tickle that he usually loved, was not almost 
painful.  But no matter to his unruly prickthe cock responded to the 
sensation, and immediately began to erect.  The spongy knob firmed up, and 
became smooth, and soon his wide piss lips were drooling pre-cum to 
lubricate his thumb pad as it glided back and forth over the fat crown. 
Involuntarily, Bailey did what his cock made him do, he groaned from the way 
his turgid shaft stretched and grew.  Now his thumb was swinging back and 
forth, and his cock was leaking again against the soft material of the 
pajama bottom.  Reflexively, Bailey leaned backward, propping himself up 
with one hand as the other worked lewdly inside his pajama fly, working the 
teenage prong into a nasty, hard projectile urgently needing to spit wads of 
cum.

Royce had a dry cum just watching his brotherand even though his body shook 
with the throes of the delicious sensation, he decided that if this was his 
one chance, he wanted to make the most of it.  Anyway, his pricklet was 
still rock hard and now it was so sensitive he had to reach down and grip 
the knob to stop the pajama material from grazing it as he walked.  Shit it 
felt good to hold his fat boy knob in his handstill tingling and now aching 
from his dry-cum.  He walked up to the bed, and using his free hand to push 
Baileys legs apart, he leaned down to watch his brothers big hands 
masturbating the fat cock knob and making the shaft and glans rub against 
the soft material of the older boys pajamas, wetting it and allowing it to 
scrub the prick making it tingle and throb even more.  Royce realized that 
Bailey was a slave to his penis, unable to control himself once he got a 
stiff erection and was caught up in the delicious sensations caused by 
playing with his boner.  Realizing that Bailey was for all practical 
purposes in a trance, Royce reached up with his smaller fingers and drew a 
fingernail across one of Baileys stiff, projecting teatsthrusting out from 
the edge of his already well curved and formed pectorals.  The moment his 
nail scratched across the erectile flesh, Baileys coned, rubbery nipple 
pushed out to encourage the achy tickle, and his thumb began to batter the 
straining cock head still hidden inside his pajamas, but outlined by the wet 
material now soaked with his juices.

Aaaaaaggghhhhhh Bailey groaned as his little brothers fingernail scratched 
back and forth over his turgid nipple.  And then Royce reached up with his 
other hand and begin to gently pinch and twist Baileys other 
tit.ooooooohhhhhhhh.fuuuuuuccccckkkkk Bailey grunted, his body now almost 
completely out of control, and specifically out his control.  Royce did not 
need any coaching.  He reached down to the waistline of his brothers baggy 
pajama bottoms, and bean to tug them downand like a zombie, Bailey lifted 
his hips and allowed his younger sibling to draw the material off his hips, 
over his thighs, and down his legs.  He paused only a moment to let Bailey 
remove his hand, and then grasp his huge boner when it sprang free from the 
waistband.  Then Royce using his hands and words, calmly repositioned Bailey 
on the bed; pulling back the covers and revealing his older brothers fuck 
rag.  He watched as Bailey thrust his big, curved shaft into the lubricated 
folds of the cotton towel, and using one hand to swat Bailey firm ass cheeks 
like the older boy was a horse that needed prodding, Royce began Baileys 
grinding frottagedriving the long, thick prick into the material to maul the 
sensitive glans and drive the big teenagers to his ejaculation.

Bailey began to pantAh, AhAhAh.oh, Oh, Ohoooohhhh. Aw, Awaaaaahhhhh!  Each 
thrust of his hips made the sticky cotton graze and maul the giant glans, 
and it then leaked more pre-fuck to baste the grinding prick tip and shaft, 
making the teenage climb steadily toward his explosion.  Oh fuckoh 
goddamn..aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh, Jesus.aaaaaawwwwwwww, mother-fucker.. Bailey 
swore and cursed as his hips drove relentlessly, out of his control, up on 
his toes, twisting down and into the bed and the towel.  The big teenager 
was helpless, like a Pavlovian dog, drooling and fucking, as if nature had 
bred him for this act.

Royce was mesmerized.  He knelt down and peered under his brothers torso as 
it rose and feel, smashing into the bed and the towel, watching the 
pointedly curved prick twist and turn in order to get the best exposure to 
the towel and the softly abrasive cotton, torturing his fat glans and 
pulsing shaft, as it worked continuously toward the ejaculation that was 
imminent.  As he watched, Royce took one hand and laid it on the bouncing 
ass of his older brother who by this time was oblivious to Royces presence. 
His small hand glided down the strong planes of Baileys ass, ruffling 
through the already thick strawberry blond hairs and dipped into the taut 
crack between the two cheeks.  As if instinctively, Royces index finger 
tickled through Baileys furry ass crack, and found the little ragged crack 
that was hidden.  The same fingernail that had taken control of Baileys 
whorish nipples, now found his nether pussyhis private portal that had never 
known a foreign invasion.  Royces finger scratched cross the ragged knot 
with unerring accuracy, and soon was trying to gently root its way into the 
hot, sweaty hole beyond.  But Royce wasnt in a hurry, and he didnt really 
understand that a boy pussy and a girl pussy could be used for the same 
purpose.  All he know is that his brothers handsome, hairy ass was driving 
up and down, pummeling his fuck prod into the bed and towel, doing what men 
were supposed to do with their pricksfuck.  And, as Bailey thrust into the 
bedding, it somehow felt right for Royce to tickle the hot, hairy hole that 
was so well protected by the muscular cheeks and deep trough of hair.

That exploration coincided with Baileys ascendance to the pinnacle of 
passion.  Oh mother fucking, cocksucking, shit-fuck.AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH, 
AAAAAAHHHH, AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!  Baileys snake expanded like a constrictor 
ready to swallow its victim, its bloated tip was now glass smooth and 
completely soaked in the juices of his pre-fuck and the sticky lubricant 
that was soaked into the towel.  Then, in an ancient right, one that boy 
pricks had been doing for thousands of years, Baileys long piss lips spread 
and began to spit, thick bolts of teenage boy cum, flooding the towel and 
making a wet nest for his hot smooth glans to bathe and roil in, tickling it 
mercilessly, and uncontrollably.  Bailey, in a heroic gesture that was as 
athletic as his moves on the baseball field, flipped over, to prevent 
himself from battering his prick knob into an abrasion it was so sensitive. 
But just as quickly as he flipped, Royces own instincts made him grasp his 
bothers still throbbing and dribbling penis at the knob, and start to twist 
and rub it.  Bailey bit his lips and gripped the bedding turning his 
knuckles white and squealed as quietly and breathlessly as he 
could.ooooooohhhhhh nnnnnnoooooo.fuckaah, noooooooo..stoooooop but all he 
could do is hunch his body and try to get into a fetal position to avoid his 
little brothers ruthless assault.  But Royce held fast as if he had just 
landed the biggest fish in the ocean, and as Bailey squirmed and bucked, the 
big boys own movements enabled Royce to continue to masturbate his brothers 
sensitive cock tip, teasing and milking it, and reducing the bigger boy into 
a helpless cock slut, surrendering to his little brothers cock management.

It was a moment of high drama and catharsis.  Royce realized he could now 
have more fun with his brother than he ever imagined, and his brother would 
suddenly become a kind of slave to Royces demands.  Royce climbed up on the 
bed, as an exhausted Bailey surrendered his body to the younger boy, and 
fished out his own throbbing and sticky pre-teen pricklet, pulsing and its 
angry fat boy bulb as glassy and bulging as possible.  Then he lay on top of 
Bailey and began to grind his almost five inch prick into this brothers 
still turgid and completely sopping with cum, cock shaft; the two fat glans 
rubbing furiously against each other.  Like a little jack rabbit, he began 
grinding and hunching, working his rigid spike against his brothers, and 
moving his own body over Baileys sweaty, but sexy torso.  Soon, waves of 
sensation burst through Royces body as his dry cum went on and on, making 
his pricklet a spasming wandand forcing grunts, groans and little squeals 
from Royces lips and high pitched voice.  Nothing could be better than the 
sweet, delicious sensations coursing through his body, and nothing more 
satisfying that having control of his big brothers handsome, strong body. 
It was truly a night that both boys would never forget, Royce because he now 
had a power he had never imagined, and Bailey because he realized that his 
cocks needs were greater than his ability to control them, or himself.

Bailey woke up the next morning exhausted.  He was naked, but covered by his 
blanket.  When he pushed the cover back, and sat up, he felt the dry sperm 
flaking on his abdominals.  His cock was slightly tumescent from his morning 
piss hardon, but as the fog cleared and he began to recall the events of the 
previous night, his cock erected completely.  Fuck he muttered under his 
breath, not understanding why his cock got stiff from recalling how his 
younger brother had made him masturbate.  He walked on his big bare feet 
into his bathroom, shut the door and tried to will his erection away, as he 
leaned forward against the wall behind the toilet, his eyes closed, his ass 
cheeks flexing as he pushed his prick down and tried to force the blood from 
it.  He needed to piss badly, and he couldnt as long as his thick cock was 
rebelling.

In the bathroom down the hall, in Royces bedroom, Baileys younger brother 
also had a stiff prick.  Royces pricklet was still stiff it seemed from the 
night before.  But instead of wishing his away, he eagerly stroked his 
fingers over the shaft and his bulbous boy glans, wrenching delicious 
sensations from his erection, and working toward a pulsing, explosive dry 
cum.  He needed to piss too, but he couldnt get the wonderful memory of the 
previous night from his head, the way in which Bailey performed for him, and 
how his big brothers cock looked as the cum fountained out of the wide piss 
lips.  But what brought him to his own shuddering cum was the way he 
recalled Baileys submission even after he ejaculated, allowing Royce to grip 
his aching prick knob and squeeze and maul it to drain the sticky, drooling 
juice from the final pulses of the teenage cum.  As he throbbed through his 
dry cum, Royce groaned at the thought of being able to make his brother do 
anything he wanted.  He hoped that Bailey was still terrified of the thought 
of the pictures getting on the internet.  What he didnt know was that Bailey 
was helpless to resist the feel of his brothers fingers dancing round his 
fat cock head, teasing it, and torturing it into submission.  Royce did not 
realize that the power he now held exceeded even his own childish 
expectations.

The boys avoided each other that day, and Bailey was sullen and shot 
tempered.  At practice he threw his glove down after three poor innings on 
the practice mound, walking three batters and surrendering two hits.  He 
controlled himself when the coach tried to calm him down and told him to 
shrug it off, but coach didnt know that inside his jock strap, Bailey was 
leaking teenage fuck sap.  Bailey couldnt get his brothers face and hands 
out of his mind, and the more he tried, the stiffer his cock got.  Moreover, 
he was raging inside, angry that he couldnt make these faggoty thoughts go 
away.  He went to the weight room after practice, and tired to beat his body 
up, then waited till the other guys had showered and left before he used the 
showers, afraid his erection might pop up unexpectedly.  Finally, he trudged 
home, going in the back door through the kitchen to avoid his brother and 
sneak up to his room before dinner.

What Bailey did not know was that Royce had beat him home by two hours, and 
had been IMing his cousin Kevin, sharing the salacious details of the 
previous night.  Kevin couldnt believe it, but as Royces story unfolded, 
Royces cousin gripped his own stiff pricklet and massaged it, imagining how 
amazing it must have been to see Bailey grinding his big teenager boner into 
the bed, and then to see Royces palm sliding over and around the spooge 
covered glans, making the older boy buck and heave on the bed, but never the 
less submitting.  Kevin gave Royce a wad of instructions, ideas he had 
obtained from his tours of the internet, and Royce was the eager learner. 
Things were about to change drastically in Baileys lifeto an extent he could 
never have imagined.

Bailey avoided Royces eyes during dinner, and left before his brother from 
the dinner table, locked in his room.  But after their parents had gone to 
bed, Royce snuck out of his room and walked into Baileys room without 
knocking.

Fuck, Bailey exclaimed, stunned by his brothers audacity as he sat in his 
pajama bottoms, working on his homework on his lap top.  Dont you ever come 
in here again without asking my permissionyou little shit, now get outta 
here.  He turned away from his younger brother like he didnt even exist, 
assuming the boy would leave as instructed.  He was in for a surprise.

Dont ever speak to me like that again Bailand Ill do what the heck I want 
tocause yer gonna start treatin me lots better if you know whats good for 
you.  Maybe Mom and Dad and yer friends wont care about the pictures Kevin 
and I tookmaybe theyll be made at us for takin em, but I wonder if youd like 
those pics all over Bail, like all your friends to see em and see Sams mouth 
on your cock?

Baileys jaw clenched as the words spat out of Royces mouth, and you could 
see his jaw muscles moving from the tension.  But he couldnt speakbecause 
his prick had erected the moment Royce had begun to speakChrist! he was 
bonering and he didnt know why.  His anger melted into defeathis head 
drooping as Royce finished.  He didnt respond, and Royce took that as a sign 
of victory.

Get over to the bed Bail, I wanna to talk to youand I want you to sit on the 
edge of yer bed, with your hands behind your head.  Royce was following the 
instructions that Kevin had given him, and even as he spoke, his heart 
pounded and his pricklet hardened, punching out his pajama pants.

Without looking at his brother, Bailey got up, his head hanging down, his 
expression blank, and he sat on the edge of the bed, his fly sticking up 
from the radical upswing of his curved erection.  He refused to make eye 
contact with Royce, but looked away, and slowly, raised his hands and placed 
them behind his head.

Royce walked up to his brotherhis hands trembling from excitement, and using 
his index finger, he reached up to Baileys naked chest, and let his 
fingernail scratch across his older brothers nipple.  Bailey flinched and 
groaned at the same time, his fat cock knob burped out clear pre-fuck, 
wetting the material and basting the sensitive glans.  Then, as he began to 
speak, Royce used his thumb and forefinger to grip the rubbery tip of 
Baileys stiff tit, and gently tugged and twisted as he spoke.  For his part, 
Bailey closed his eyes, and his chest heaved as the delicious sensation of 
his nipple being manipulated made him grip his hands behind his head tightly 
and force his chest out.

Bail, yer gonna stop playing with your prick, and masturbating.  From now 
on, were gonna do that together, and Im gonna tell you when you can do it. 
Royce did not know how to give order like an older man, but he knew from his 
conversation with Kevin that afternoon that he was supposed to take charge 
and not give Bailey any options.  Yer also gonna do whatever I say and not 
complain.  And another thing, Kevins gonna help me, and sometimes yer gonna 
do stuff with both of us.

Bailey opened his eyes, and his expression changed momentarily to one of 
anger, but at that very moment, Royce, worried about his brothers reaction 
to the mention of Kevin, had reached down and gripped his fat knob of the 
older boys prick as it obscenely thrust up and out the soft material of his 
pajama pants, creating a large wet spot where the piss lips met the cotton. 
Royce twisted as he gripped, and Bailey collapsed back onto his bed, his 
hands falling to his sides and grasping the bedding in his fists tightly, 
thrusting his hips up to meet the wonderful feeling of Royces hand on his 
aching prick.

Royce was stunned, he now understood that it was more than the blackmail 
that was keeping Bailey in line, it was the way his brother reacted when 
someone touched him sexually.  Kevin had once described girls who loved boys 
to finger their pussies, clits and tits as whoresand it dawned on Royce that 
boys might be like girls and that his brother was a male whore.

Tell me yer gonna do what I said Bailand maybe Ill jerk you offbut if you 
dont youre gonna regret itI promise.  Royce mustered up the greatest 
temerity he could, and spoke as maturely as his cracking voice would allow. 
Bailey merely ground his ass into the bed, and surrender his throbbing prick 
to Royces fingers and palm.  Answer me Bail and as he spoke, Royce dragged 
his fingernail over the bloated fuck tip, making Bailey grunt and squeeze 
his legs together to try and stop the sensation.

K, okayfuckJesus fucking Christcommon Royce, Jesusaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.  Bailey 
had been reduced to a monosyllabic moron, and his oversized cock was now a 
set of manacles that bound him to his younger brother.  Royce climbed up on 
the bed, never releasing his brothers penis, and making sure he could reach 
his tits better.  Then as he alternated from one nipple to the other, he 
bunched the pajama pants around the knob of Baileys helpless boner and used 
it to masturbate the older boy.

AAAAAgggggghhhhooooooohhhhhh sssshitfuckaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. Bailey crooned as 
the soft cotton was bruised back and forth over his pulsing cock tip, 
teasing more and more sap from its endless supply, and making it easier for 
Royce to frig the big boy prick.  Royce began to perspire and his pricklet 
was burning it was so hard, but he didnt care, he was in control of his 
older brothers penis, and that was all that mattered.  He watched as Bailey 
lifted his hips trying to push his erection into his younger brothers 
roiling fist, but then Royce regained control of himself and realized he 
needed to stop before Bailey ejaculated.  With a sudden jerking movement, he 
wrenched his hand from Baileys cock, while still pinching the big teens 
rubbery, sensitive teats.

Bail, get up and push yer pajamas down, and get on your knees on the bed. 
Get up Bail, do it!  With each order, Royce was gaining more confidence. 
His heart was not pounding anymore, and his prick wasnt burning it was 
throbbing deliciously against his own pajama bottoms, rubbing and tickling 
his boy knob.  It was so fierce, it felt like he had to pee, and he grasped 
the material around the head of his pricklet to stop the sensation so he 
could focus on Bailey following his commands.

Bailey, like a zombie, stood up and gripped his own pajamas, pushing them 
away from his arching boner, and pushed them down to his ankles, and in the 
same motion he turned and climbed up on the bed, letting his head rest and 
his eyes close on the bedding, while his firm ass was thrust up into the 
air.  Royce walked over to his brother, looking at the pale bottoms of his 
big feet, the long, thick toes curling gently from anticipation, and spread 
Bailey legs as wide as the pajama pants would allow.  As he did so, Bailey 
complied obediently, as if he was a pet being trained, and exposing the 
hairy trench between his muscular buttocks.  Royce noticed the rosebud anus 
nestled beneath the dark auburn curls that matted Baileys trough already, at 
his young age.  That was his target.

Kevin had told Royce that he should punish Bailey, making him realize that 
he was now under Royces control.  Royce had argued with Kevin, saying that 
all he wanted to do was to have sex games with Bailey, and to get his nut 
with his older brother.  Royce did not know why it was so exciting to 
masturbate with his older brother.  He knew he liked watching the huge 
phallus on his brother, sway and leak, and shoot its cum.  But that was 
because he admired his brother, wanted to be like him.  But now, it was like 
something else.  It made him shiver to think of his brother prostrate on the 
bed, with his ass up, and his big, heavy penis bobbing beneath his torso, 
dripping long strands of his teenage fuck juice.  It did not take Kevin long 
to persuade Royce to do as he suggested, and now Royce was ready to do it. 
As he stared at his brothers lewdly exposed body, he noticed how the big 
testicles dangled between his legs, under the cock root and beneath the 
hairy teenage anal portal.  He lifted the instrument Kevin had made him 
fashion from an old flyswatter in the garage after they had spoken on the 
phone.  He had cut the soft plastic and wire frame down so that the swatter 
was only three inches by three inches square.  He moved close to the bed, 
reached under his brother and grasped the knob of the older boys drooling 
boner, and then lifting the swatter with his other hand, brought it down 
onto the nearest cheek of Baileys big boy ass.

What the fuck, Bailey gasped, turning to look at his younger brother 
gritting his teeth.

Bail, you gotta learn to listen to me when I speak to you Royce spoke again 
in a faltering voice, then took a deep breath and continued.  You gotta do 
what I say, and when you dont, Im gonna have to treat you like you were my 
kid brotherkayso dont screw up Bailcause now Im in charge.  As he spoke, he 
brought the swatter down on Baileys other cheek, and squeezed the bulb of 
the fat prick knob.  Bailey closed his eyes and gasped, then 
groaneduuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh and turned his head away from his brother as 
the young boy resumed masturbating him.

The next time the swatter hit its target, the small face cracked into the 
hairy crevice and landed with a splat on the tight anus of the big teenage 
jock.  Aaaaahhhhhhhhh Bailey grunted, and then drove his leaking prick into 
his younger brother jerking fist, and his face into his pillow to keep his 
sexual frenzy from his parents ears.  Royce did not hit his brother hard, 
but whatever he was doing was making the older boys penis jerk 
spasmodically, leaking even more scum into Royces sliding fist.  Soon Bailey 
was gasping and grunting, his toes tightly curled as Royce skillfully 
masturbated him, twisting and screwing his fist over the bloated glans, 
making Baileys muffled squeals get higher and higher pitched.  Finally, 
Royce sluiced the swatter into the depth of Baileys crack, striking the anal 
knot squarely on its tightly squeezed lips.  At that moment, like 
electricity, the sting drove up Bailey rectal muscles and seemed to shoot 
through his rigid prickfollowed by the rush of thick, sticky teenage boy 
spunk that bolted from the tip of his deep pisswell and squirted over Royces 
fingers and palm and made a wet patch on Baileys sheets.  More and more 
juice pumped out, and faster and faster Bailey fucked his thick, arched cock 
into his brothers hand, driving it against the lightly calloused pre-teen 
boy skin, rubbing his glans desperately as if trying to scratch an itch he 
could not control.  AAAAHHHHHHHH..OOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCK. SHIIIITTT, 
FUUUUUCCCK.AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!  After almost ten seconds of ejaculation, as the 
dregs of the spooge drooled over Royces still masturbating fist, Bailey fell 
over and tried to squeeze his legs shut in an attempt to stop the now 
overwhelming tickle that had overtaken his prick knob.

He pulled his pillow over with him and wailed into itas he spasmodically 
spread and closed his legs, both trying to stop and encouraging his brothers 
relentless fist.  This was the very moment that Bailey had been dreading and 
yet could not forgetthe unrelenting milking of his fat cock knob and shaft, 
squeezing every last bit of juice from his fat, sweaty teen nuts.  Not only 
did Baileys shaft stay rigid, even as he writhed and hunched to avoid the 
delicious agony being inflicted on his bloated glans, he was also slowly 
ascending up the ladder to another ejaculation.  He had never masturbated 
more than once, usually falling asleep after his normal frottage routine. 
But now, Royces magical fist was torturing him to another sweet cum, making 
him go beyond any limits, and working his giant boy clit to another 
explosion.

Royce was a strong boy, who like his older brother was a natural athlete. 
He needed to be strong.  He drove his big brother over his bed and back, 
clinging tenaciously to the older teens cock shaft and sliding up and over 
the exhausted cock head.  Focusing on the special spot under the 
circumcision scar, and perfectly located where the curve of the cock shaft 
was its most extreme, Royce milked and masturbated his brothers cock through 
a third cum, even though it took him almost a half an hour to make it 
happen.  For his part, Bailey was an agonized, willing victim, his thick, 
lush red pubic hair coated with sticky teen fuck sauce.  Even as he bucked 
and ground his strong butt into the bed, gripping the sheets with his long 
toes, flicking them as the sensations shot from his aching prick tip to the 
extremities of his fingers and toes, he also bit his knuckles and jammed 
them into his mouth along with his pillow, to make his body endure the 
unbelievable sensations.  Fuck, his cock was a magic wand, and Royce was 
making it shoot electric bolts through his body even his tits, wringing from 
it sticky wads of teenage scum, and driving the hair to stand up on Baileys 
neck.  He wanted Royce to stop, to stop playing with his long, tender penis 
and abusing his masculine pride, and at the same time he could not resist 
the way Royce was making his dick feelthe way it swelled and tingled and 
ached.  Royce had turned Bailey into an addict, and he was now in deeply 
entranced by the pre-teen boy fist that had control of his male essence.

The terms that Royce and Kevin imposed on Bailey were dramatic.  From that 
day on, Royce would check on Bailey before he went to bed, and would 
determine based on a schedule that the two pre-teen boys concocted, when the 
older boy could ejaculate.  What would stop Bailey from masturbating in the 
school john, or in an empty locker-room shower?  Nothing, nothing but his 
addiction to Royces fist and the last semblance of hope that someday that 
his servitude to those damn pictures would be over.  On weekends when their 
parents were away, Royce would secure Bailey to his bed, and sometimes use a 
toothbrush on Baileys whorish cock and his athletic feet.  And when Kevin 
joined him, they would tag team the big boy, tickling him into oblivion and 
masturbating him at the same time, draining his balls of their teen fuck 
cream in ejaculations of between two and four times a session and he loved 
every bit of it wanting his cock to be worked constantly.

When they finally got Sam into their act, they tied the two bigger boys 
together with their respective cocks in each others mouths, and then used 
swatters on their asses along with two slender finger massagers that Kevin 
ordered online.  Bailey and Sam learned that deep up their rectums were 
special little knobs that made them spit cum on queue, and squeal like girls 
from the ungodly sensation.

Now, when Royce came to Baileys room at night, the big boy was waiting for 
him, his pajama pants at his ankles to hobble him, his hands behind his 
head.  Baileys big curved cock would be gently bobbing in front of Bailey, 
his hips trust out, and his big boy nuts giving off the slight scent of ball 
sweat, beads of clear pre-sap dripping off the tip out of the deep pisswell. 
He would have to tell Royce about his desire to masturbate, and to cum.  The 
more Bailey submitted to Royces management, the more he needed to have his 
penis milked.  As time passed, Bailey learned that the way to earn his 
release, was to service his little brother.  Royce was still having dry 
cums, and he loved it when his brother would get on his knees and lick his 
palm and masturbate Royce as penance or as an incentive to get his own nut. 
Better yet, the pre-teen would straddle his brothers face, and get his 
pre-teen boner suckled and tongued until he came two or three times in 
succession.  At these night sessions, Bailey would even get down on his 
hands and knees, and suck Royces boy feet, with their high arches, narrow 
heels, and sweet boy toes.  Eventually, after the preliminary activities, 
Royce would lead Bailey by his erect prick to the toilet, where he would 
hold the big boy penis until the teenager could gain control of himself, and 
then piss before he went to bed.  Royce even showered Bailey on the weekends 
when their parents were away, tying his hands overhead to the shower spigot 
then climbing in with his brother to soap him from head to foot.  He loved 
teasing the big penis and its bloated knob with soap and shampoo, sliding 
his hands up and down Baileys torso and tweaking his tits, and running a 
slippery finger up his brothers tight anus and needy rectum, but rarely 
giving Bailey the ejaculation that he wanted so desperately.

Once the schedule of Baileys milking and cock management was tied down, his 
performance on the junior high baseball team improved dramatically, as did 
his work in the classroom.  Coaches and teachers alike found Bailey Stimson 
polite and focused.  Girls found him attentive and drop dead gorgeous, but 
shy.  His parents were just proud.

When Royce experienced his first ejaculation at the end of the school year, 
it was in his brothers mouth, and later, he would enjoy sliding his 
slicked-up boner into Baileys anus, making sure the thin rod with its fat 
knob battered the older boys fuck nut, sometimes making him cum without 
giving him any attention to his leaky, itchy prick tip, especially when he 
was tethered in the shower.  Baileys prick was always hungry, always seeking 
a receptacle into which to thrust and wring cum from his heavy laden 
testicles.  By the time all-American boy Bailey Stimson, with his deep 
auburn hair and perfect teenage body, was ready to graduate to high school, 
Royce and Kevin had both Bailey and Sam well trained for the years of 
service that were ahead.  Whenever I see a handsome redhead, I think of 
Bailey Stimson, and his helpless prick being milked and milked between long 
stretches of abstinence and nightly teasing.  Its those all American boys 
who have such demanding needs, such laden testicles and itchy cock knobs. 
Every house needs a big boned and thick bonered teenager who needs his 
constantly hard prick worked on a schedule.






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