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Stuttering Sammy
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What Uncles Do Best

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1.

"d d d Dammit 3;" the ten-year-old boy mumbled, leaping out from under the Spiderman sheets, dashing to shut the door.

Dealing with the stuttering was already plenty enough of an annoyance. He didn't want to chance the rest of the family noticing the small tent in front of his pj pants. On the embarrassment scale of 1 to 10, Mommy seeing you with a boner rated as a 10. He hurriedly gathered clean clothes to bring to the bathroom. There, it would be safe and private. He would get rid of the problem.

But as Sammy grabbed undies and socks, the reflection of his freckled face in the window caught his attention. It seemed like there were less of the teensy blemishes recently. Were they really disappearing? He took a second to inspect himself closer. The fiery orange hair atop his head was a wreck. The unruly mop stuck up like the wig of a clown. He chuckled. And that's when he saw him again.

Right across from the side yard, in the upstairs bedroom parallel to his, the teenager was parading shirtless, getting ready for school. Ryan Delovitt, fifteen, without a doubt, the weirdest boy on the street.

Most mornings, Sammy didn't see the curly-haired neighbor. But on the mornings when their gaze met, the tall boy immediately gave him the finger. Then, he strolled to the window, pulled down the front of his boxers and shook his hips.

From that distance, Sammy could only make out a blurry dark patch of pubes and something that looked like a very limp sausage flopping all about. It was a confusing spectacle of exhibitionism. And obviously, Ryan did not have the same boner issues when he woke up.

Sammy often wondered why Ryan did that. They didn't know each other. They didn't even exchange a glance when they crossed each other on the sidewalk. What had he done to deserve such provocation? Was it because Ryan hated redheads? Or did he despise younger kids altogether?

That Tuesday, their gaze met. Ryan repeated the same bizarre ritual, a finger and a naked dance. Sammy returned the obscene gesture, lifting his middle finger at the gangly teen. Then, he headed to the bathroom, cursing under his breath, "f f f Fuck k k off."

2.

His little dick was so hard that it ached. The foreskin had retracted completely under the crown of the reddish head. He touched the slope above his stiffie, checking for hair, nothing. So far the fuzz had only sprouted on his upper lip. Something he was still proud of, considering only a few other ten-years-old boys in the fifth grade displayed the same sign of maturity.

As he approached the toilet bowl, he pulled his boner down and let it snap a few times on his belly. His big sister was already banging on the door.

"In in IN A MIN 3;" he began to shout and then gave up mid-sentence to focus on peeing.

The stream of urine splashed all over the area of the toilet bowl. Sammy tried to aim the piss at the water but it was impossible to control his rebellious little whizzer. He leaned forward, raised his bare butt, managing to hit the seat. Close enough. There were more pressing things to do.

He grabbed a bar of soap, turned on the shower and jumped underneath it. The warm water caressed his delicate skin, running down the nape of his neck, then his naked back, between the cheeks of his scrawny butt, cascading in rivulets on his inner thighs, right down to his dainty feet. He washed himself quickly, hearing his big sister bang on the door again.

"You're gonna USE UP ALL the HOT water, LIL' BASTARD!" she yelled.

Sammy scrambled to scrub all the zones he usually covered. But despite the urgency of the situation, when the moment came to wash his behind, he let the bar of soap linger in the smooth crack of his butt. The sensation of the slippery cake rubbing against his bum hole was so good. With his forehead on the tiles of the wall, he moaned softly, pressing the bar of soap on the opening. The tingles soared and all his naughty parts were fully awake.

Soon, it wasn't enough. He spread his feet in the tub and bent slightly. His soapy fingers did magical things back there, one at first, deep in the folds of his pucker. Then, he shoved a second one in and the tight ring clamped down on both digits.

Whimpering noises escaped his lips as he stabbed his tiny fingers hard into his anus. Sometimes, he didn't even need to touch his dick in order to cum. The pleasure would flood his febrile body strictly from the crude stimulation. But that day, his annoying teen sister was ready to kick the door down.

"I SWEAR I'm gonna KILL you!" she barked.

Sammy expeditiously tugged on his erection with one hand and continued to finger fuck himself. "Unnnghhh!" His legs trembled. "Unnnghh!" His muscles tensed up. Relief came fast. His balls contracted and the wonderful jolts electrified his penis.

Finally, it was softening.

3.

He had combed his short hairdo neatly, separating the orange mane right down the middle. Despite this, his mom fixed it. "So have you thought about joining the soccer team?" she asked out of the blue.

"n n No," Sammy retorted.

"It would do you good. You could make friends, uh. It would build your confidence. Aren't you tired of being alone all the time?"

The little boy diverted his eyes to his shoelaces. He already cultivated enough anxiety facing the schoolmates who always teased him and called him a dummy because of his speech impediment. He certainly didn't want more kids to gang up on him!

"I I I'm okkay, m m mum," he said, already panting. "d d d Don't-"

"-worry?" his sister finished the phrase. The one thing Sammy hated the most. Teenage girls could be such bitches.

"Concentrate," his mother raised her voice. "Try to think of the syllables before you say them. You can do this!"

The little redhead opened his mouth, but only a strange throaty noise broke the silence. The spoon in his hand started shaking, clacking against the bowl. The nostrils of his button nose flared and his ears turned red. Luckily his dad came to the rescue, deigning to withdraw his eyes from the morning paper.

"Don't pressure him," he said in a reasonable tone. "You'll make him nervous and it's going to be worse."

"Can't we send me away to a place where they will cure him?" Sammy's sister butted in. "Maybe they can give him some shots or something?"

Sammy turned to her, silently sticking his tongue out in the rudest way.

The rest of the week was uneventful. Nothing much ever happened in Sammy's daily routine, except for the random taunting that came with being a social outcast. He sailed through the days, content with the monotony of solitude, never expecting life would throw him his first very own curveball.

Coming back from the library for supper, the young bookworm found Ryan Delovitt sitting on the couch. His arm was wrapped around his sister's shoulders. Sammy froze at the entrance of the living room. No way! His sister was dating him?

Noticing his arrival, she unglued her eyes from the TV for the dispassionate introductions.

"This is my dorky brother Sammy," she declared flatly and turned to the kid. "This is Ryan, my new boyfriend. He lives next door."

"Hey," the teenager piped up and put a hand on his crotch.

Sammy remained petrified, as if he'd seen a ghost. Ryan ogled at him with his evil beady eyes and that revolting crooked smile of his. This could not be happening? It had to be a nightmare? Sammy trotted away to his bedroom without saying a word, glancing back at the teen couple in disbelief.

From then on, Ryan frequently came around to smooch with his sister. It was odd to have the older boy there, so close. The weird neighbor wore frayed jeans and faded tee-shirts of unknown rock bands. His sneakers were ugly purple Converses. He was always polite and never did anything that would reveal his true personality in front of mom and dad.

But Sammy knew the other side of Ryan. For that reason, he cautiously planned his trips in the house in order to avoid the intruder. Inevitably, they bumped into each other in the hallway. On those occasions, the tall boy would lean over and whisper nasty things, "Your sister was a big slut last night!" or "Did you know your sister swallows?"

It enraged Sammy. He couldn't talk back because his voice would surely fail him.

With time, he began obsessing about everything Ryan said or did. He wondered what it would be like if he was his sister? He pictured Ryan kissing him. He could see the naked teenager with his big hairy dick. His hands were touching him, groping his butt and his privates.

One evening, before he dozed off, the fantasy aroused Sammy. His hand snaked under the elastic of his pjs to pull on his stiff little pecker. He masturbated gradually faster. The pleasure was soaring.

Then he stopped abruptly, shaking his head to cleanse his mind of the vulgar teenager. Why did the older boy affect him so much? Sammy shut his eyes hoping sleep would spare him the humiliation of this awful infatuation. But he couldn't help himself. His fingers returned to his boner, tugging and tugging on the little piece of hard flesh.

The sudden grip of ecstasy paralyzed him on the mattress. "Unnnggh!" he groaned, staring at his crotch where his little dick twitched back and forth. A single droplet of milky fluid formed on the tip of the head.

Relieved, he idly fondled his silky nut bag, taking a moment to float on the peaceful vibes that numbed his brain every time he came.

4.

Strangely, on Sunday, the lovebirds let him watch a movie with them. Sammy sat quietly on the couch next to the older kids, feeling accepted.

In the middle of the horror flick, his sister went to the kitchen to make popcorn. Alone with the unpredictable teenager, Sammy's hands became clammy. He started to shift uncomfortably on the cushion, fiddling with the hem of his shorts. He stared at his socks, knowing Ryan was glancing sidelong at him. The sudden pain of the punch on his arm shot up like a strike of lightning.

"Oww!" he cried out, retaliating right away, throwing his small fists at the teen's jaw.

The older boy avoided the meek jabs and chuckled. The next instant, they were rolling off the couch for some serious roughhousing.

"You're a feisty one!" Ryan commented. "I'm gonna enjoy beatin' you!"

Sammy growled. His heart was thumping madly. He flailed his short legs, bucking and kicking. After a few good hits, he figured he would triumph. But Ryan easily flipped him over and pinned him down on the floor. Sammy suppressed a scream of pain. He didn't want to alert his sister. He was old enough to take care of himself. She probably would just sneer, anyway.

Ryan's body pressed hard on top of him. The teen's tongue invaded his ear and wiggled there, bathing it with saliva in a most disgusting fashion.

"D'ya like my version of a wet willy?" Ryan said.

"Arggghhh!" Sammy growled some more.

Chin on the carpet, he tried to escape, to no avail. The big hands held his wrists tightly. There was no possible way to fight back. He felt the mass move over him. The victor was dry humping him, grinding his groin on his butt. The pressure of the weight crushed his little boner painfully against the floor.

"g g get off f me!" he whined.

"Hmmmmmmmm you're so skinny," Ryan cooed, and with a syrupy hushed voice he added, "You know what? I'd love to fuck you up the ass."

Sammy summoned all the energy he could muster and finally wriggled out of the grasp of the barbarian. He darted away, glancing back to see if Ryan was chasing after him. The teenager rested on his flank, snickering, his tee-shirt bunched up exposing the faint line of hair that went up to his belly button.

"You'r r re an n ass ss sshole!" Sammy raged at a good distance.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a pussy. You're such a stuck-up kid, that's why you don't have any friends," Ryan said calmly.

"That's ss n n not t t true," he countered.

"Come back, I wanna play with you. I promise I won't rape you."

"n n n No!"

Ryan chuckled again. "I bet you don't even jerk off yet. You're hopeless."

Sammy felt the heat of tears rushing to his eyes. He clenched his fists, angry with himself, angry with the world, angry with everything he could not understand.

"I'm a nice guy," Ryan continued. "I know exactly what could help you make a lot of friends. If you come to my house after school tomorrow, I'll give it to you. Okay?"

"Wha wha what is s s it?" Sammy asked, prompted by his natural curiosity.

"It's a secret," Ryan murmured. "All you have to do is suck my dick to find out."

5.

Ryan lounged on his unmade bed, wearing only a pair of boxers and white socks, waiting for the kid to show up. He was convinced Sammy would come. If there was one thing he could state as an absolute certainty, it was that men and boys were all horny hogs ready for action.

After all, he had had many encounters with straight guys acting all macho who suddenly morphed into raging cocksuckers as long as they were secure with the fact their secret wouldn't be divulged. Also, he had had many sexual experiences with younger boys, starting with his six-year-old brother.

The tyke kept pulling down the front of his shorts to expose his stiffie. He would say stupid things, "My weenie is angry, it doesn't wanna go down!" or "My weenie is telling me to look at the sky!"

Ryan grew impatient of the small boy's ignorance. He gladly performed his brotherly duty, teaching him how to yank it and get the most out of it. From then on, the youngster was hooked. He pestered Ryan for more games that made his body feel nice. Within three weeks, the scamp was taking cock in one hole or the other and loving it.

Ryan, then thirteen, couldn't believe his luck. He had his own real live sex doll to put in practice what he'd learned about sex. Perhaps, the greatest wish of all pubescent boys spinning in their hormonal cyclone.

His folks didn't ask too many questions when he suddenly changed his attitude and gladly agreed to babysit, whereas before he fussed. They couldn't possibly conceive a good kid like Ryan utilized that time to have buck naked hardcore sex with the second born in every room of their home.

During those evenings, Ryan never held back. He banged his kid brother's tiny bottom real good. The tyke craved it and even invited friends over to learn all the joys of sex with his cool big brother. Before long, Ryan became somewhat of an elementary school legend. Over the span of two years, he sodomized at least twenty little boys, most of them half his age.

Things got out of hand. There were so many children coming to the house, Ryan feared neighbors would get suspicious. So he put a stop to it, choosing to take on the frustrating and often fruitless endeavour of dating girls like all the other guys in his class.

He would make an exception just this once for his girlfriend's brother. The kid was a spaz, a creepy lil' freak in need of all the help he could get.

When the doorbell rang, he grinned wickedly.

6.

"n n Now?" Sammy peeped.

"Yes, of course now," Ryan snapped back. "I'm doing you a favor here, let's go!"

With that, Ryan sat on the bed and observed his young guest. The kid kicked off his running shoes and removed his socks. Then he took off his polo shirt. Ryan's eyes roamed on the little redhead's thin chest. Sammy was so white. And there was a constellation of beauty marks on him. If it wasn't for his nervous stuttering, the kid would surely fit in, since he was pretty cute.

The little boy's eyes were clear blue and a constant expression of inquisitiveness illuminated his narrow freckled face. The cleft in the middle of his bottom lip made his mouth look very sexy. Ryan couldn't wait to see those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.

Once nude, Sammy fidgeted on the spot, visibly repressing the reflex to cover his childish package with both hands. Ryan glimpsed at the kid's limp boyhood. It was elegant and without much foreskin. The pee-slit gleamed in the tiny wrinkled donut of skin. He knelt beside the boy, running his hand softly on the back of his leg all the way up to his perky buttocks.

"I'll show you how to do it," he said, lowering his head to kiss the smooth skin around the pink genitals.

He zoomed in closer and closer brushing against the small boyhood. Once in a while his tongue extended to swipe at the little scrotum. After a while, he locked his lips around the base of the kid's penis and suckled gently. The delectable little thing throbbed, hardening rapidly.

"Ohhhmmm hmmmmmm ohhh! Ohh!" Sammy moaned.

Ryan knew the boy was hooked. All little kids loved to have their dicks sucked by him. He bobbed his head, going down until he bumped against the hairless mound then siphoned noisily on the way up. In between his sucking, he flicked his tongue at the rubbery peg now sticking straight up.

Sammy's high pitched moans were intensifying. Ryan continued for a while, both hands on the kid's buns, drawing him into his sucking mouth. He didn't want the kid to cum and stopped to remove his boxers.

"Come over here," Ryan called the boy, sitting on the bed and spreading his knees apart.

Much to his pleasure, Sammy obediently got down and crawled to him. Ryan scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, flaunting his hard-on at the boy's face. Sammy came nearer and paused to examine the six inches [15 cm] of turgid flesh emerging out of a bush of dark wiry hair.

"Grab it," Ryan instructed. "Okay, now pull on the foreskin and lick the head."

Sammy giggled, doing what he was told.

"That's it, you're doing awesome!"

Ryan grinned widely seeing the kid stick his tongue out and twirl it around the bulb of his dickhead. His red lips were glistening with pre-cum.

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it. It's easy, uh?" Ryan stated. "You just gotta make sure to keep your teeth out of the way."

Sammy giggled again before slipping the big boner in his little mouth. The teen groaned feeling the moist embrace of the lips sliding down the shaft. His eyes fixed on the boy's mouth he surveyed the blow job intently. Sammy certainly wasn't shy around cock. He slurped on the flesh, and nibbled the mushroom head. All of a sudden, he began to move his head fast, sucking and sucking constantly.

"Ohhhh shiiitt wow! Yessss!" Ryan raved. "Put as much as you can in your mouth!"

The kid got a steady rhythm going. He leaned over the teenage erection and went down on it fast and furious. Ryan threw his head back, basking in the pleasure, shocked that the little ten-year-old spaz was devouring his cock so ravenously.

"Ohhh gawd! Keeping going like this and you'll get my secret gift pretty soon," he announced, rising to his feet.

Standing over Sammy, Ryan flexed his knees, aligning his crotch with the kid's chin. At this point, he didn't need to tell him what to do anymore. Sammy cupped the pendulous ball bag in one hand and fondled it. With the other, he stuffed his mouth with the dangling piece of hard meat, sucking it at once.

Ryan enjoyed seeing the kid kneeling submissively, his narrow mouth full of cock. He pushed a bit, cramming more flesh into the stretched lips. The pleasure was mounting fast, weakening his legs. Sooner than later he would feed a nice load to this hungry little boy! He could feel the sauce boiling in his balls, ready to explode. The relentless stimulation was unbearable.

He slipped both hands behind the kid's head and locked the little mouth on his prick.

"Orrhh! That's it! Yeahhh! Swallow my cum like your sister does!" he blurted out.

Just as the sentence ended, the first blast erupted, followed by the thick jets of gooey sperm that always made his brain turn to mush. He looked down at the little boy. Sammy's eyes were wild and aghast as he gulped down the abundant spunk clogging the entrance of his throat.

Ryan didn't care. He held the kid's head between his thighs, emptying his hairy balls. The firm cheeks of his pale ass clenched with every blissful spurt of cum and the echo of hoarse grunts soared throughout the house. "Urrgh! Urgh! Urrggggghhhhhhh!"

7.

A few flicks of the wrist and the convulsions of pleasure overtook him. He yelped, collapsing and writhing on the floor, his bare butt springing.

After his bumpy climax, Sammy inspected the bracelet Ryan had given to him. It looked like any other ordinary bracelet. Two leather strings, black and red, braided together. He questioned how the silly wrist band would help him make buddies even though Ryan had said, "Wear this. My little brother has one and he has lotsa friends. Trust me!"

At that moment, it just seemed to Sammy like the teen had fabricated a pretense to get him to suck his dick. Nonetheless, he decided to keep the bracelet on, just in case it might possibly work.

The next day at school, Sammy noticed a couple other boys sporting an identical bracelet. During recess, he moseyed near them but they didn't even acknowledge his presence. The clock ticked. No one talked to him.

When the bell rang at three, he grabbed his lunch box and schoolbag. For a while, he hung out by the lockers, watching the turbulent crowd in the hallway, hearing their screams and shouts. Everyone ignored him. Sad and dejected, he walked out, alone again.

At the corner of Hemlo Avenue, a boy ran up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey Sammy," he heard the cheerful voice.

Turning his head to greet the boy, he smiled. "Hi, Ad d dam!"

"Do you wanna come to my place?" the boy proposed with a sly grin. "We can have some fun 3;"

Sammy beamed, withholding the urge to giggle. Adam was the cutest boy at school. He had shiny blond hair and full lips. The popular kid was older by a few months. He was class president and the only one able to climb all the way to the top of the rope hanging from the ceiling of the gym, somewhat of a heroic feat amongst fifth graders.

"Yes ss s, sshh shh sure!" Sammy said eager to be with the golden mini god.

On the way to Adam's house, Sammy's eyes were aglow as he half-listened to his new friend chatter endlessly about sports and stuff. Inside his bedroom, the blond boy hugged him and started kissing him on the lips. Together they shared a long embrace sticking their tongues in each other's mouth. Sammy could feel Adam's hands down the back of his underwear, kneading his buns. No one had ever demonstrated that much sensuality with him.

From the corner of his eye, he scanned the room. There were flags of football teams on the wall and shelves bending under the weight of trophies over a small bed and next to it a bigger one.

Adam broke the kiss and adjusted the front of his shorts. "I'm so horny! Let's get naked and suck our dicks before my brother comes home from training."

Sammy shed his clothes quickly and joined the other boy on his bed. They rolled and caressed their vibrant bodies, skin on skin, legs entwined. Sammy was impatient to impress his new pal with his oral abilities. He pounced on the other boy's dick gobbling it up right away. Adam's penis wasn't much bigger than his. It fit entirely in his mouth.

"Geez, you're horny too," Adam remarked.

The blond boy shifted into the sixty-nine position and began slurping as well. Sammy appreciated the concept of working their little hard-ons at the same time. They were united. At times, he licked Adam's hairless balls lazily, shutting his eyes, just enjoying for a moment, the sensation of the cute boy's lush lips sliding wonderfully on his rigid little penis.

Adam's dick was circumcised. The head looked like a tiny helmet. Sammy liked to swirl the tip of his tongue all around it as if it was a piece of candy before suckling it again with his moist little mouth.

Everything was going great until Sammy noticed a shadow on the wall. A yelp of fright squeaked out of his mouth and Adam's penis popped out. His face reddened when he saw the seventeen-year-old hunk burst in the room.

Adam's big brother acted like nothing was going on. He removed his tee-shirt nonchalantly, revealing a chiseled chest drenched in sweat.

"You lil' horndogs having fun?" he asked.

"Yeah," Adam said. "Didn't think you'd be back this early 3;"

"Well I'm here and I got something meatier for you two," he boastfully said, pulling down his jogging pants and briefs in a swift flamboyant gesture.

Sammy couldn't take his eyes off the jock. Ethan was a projection in the future of what Adam would look like; a blond stud with tanned skin, thick biceps and a stomach rippling with muscles.

He followed his new pal, bounding to the feet of the statuesque teen. For the second day in a row, he had a big schlong in front of his eyes! This time, the cut dick was simply enormous and it had not risen yet. The fat white appendage hung under a patch of yellow hair along with a huge pair of balls. The spicy odor of Ethan's manly package tickled his freckled nose.

Adam began rubbing his lips on the side of shaft. Sammy aped the other boy's initiative taking the other side. Together they licked and nibbled the swelling flesh. Sammy wrapped his fingers around it to feel how heavy it was. He licked the cockhead, running his tongue over the ridges. Ethan hissed with pleasure for the first time when he hit the underside of the crown. He could see the teen's belly quiver as he twirled his tongue. The huge penis hardened and curved upward.

"Go ahead, take it in your mouth," Ethan suggested. "All the way in."

Sammy hesitated a moment. Then he leaned forward and swallowed until the dickhead nudged the back of his mouth. There was no way he could take this entire monster. He almost gagged as the mass grazed the inside of his throat. Ethan's erection was surely eight inches [20 cm] long. He backed off and focused on doing his best to suck the most inches.

"Oh yeahhh, hmmmmm," Ethan moaned. "Your friend's pretty good at sucking cock."

"Lemme do it," Adam squawked.

Sammy let go of the prick with regret. He sat on his heels and played with his stiffie watching the eleven-year-old boy suck his big brother. Adam stuffed more and more meat into his little mouth with each passing minute. It was obviously something he did often.

Ethan pushed his cock further in, holding the back of his brother's head. Adam's cheeks started to bulge out grotesquely. His slim neck ballooned like a frog's throat, making room for the massive cock. Excess spittle drooled out the corners of his mouth. Sammy gawked at the scene, amazed that a boy as young as him could swallow a dick that big all the way to the balls, without choking.

Ethan fucked his brother's face a few minutes. He pulled out of his brother's throat and they all moved to the big bed where the teenager hopped between their spindly legs to suck their stiff weenies. Sammy thought it was funny to see the wild jock, a hand on both their nut sacs, jumping from one boner to the other.

"Hmmmm your sweet little dickies taste like cookies!" he said.

The next moment, Sammy was on all four, sandwiched between the two brothers, sucking Adam's penis again while Ethan took care of his stiff pecker from behind. All the attention he was getting made him feel good like he was tumbling in fluffy marshmallow clouds. Perhaps it was true that the bracelet was a friend magnet?

The temperature in the room heated up. The sounds of their moans mingled in a cacophonous symphony. Sammy bobbed his head on Adam's erection. Meanwhile, Ethan smacked his bottom gently and sucked his little dick and balls.

"Damn. Your friend's ass is so hot!" Ethan commented, pushing his face into the crack of his butt.

Instinctively, Sammy dropped his shoulders on the mattress and clutched a cheek in each hand, prying his butt open, giving access to his hole. The teen ran the flat of his wet tongue in the smooth furrow. He circled his bum hole, teasing it cruelly. When the tongue made contact with the puckered hole, Sammy groaned. A shudder ran through his body.

"You like this, uh?" Ethan asked.

In response, a mewling sound came out of Sammy's throat. He felt the tongue become more aggressive. It started to drill. He loosened his sphincter in the same way he did when he finger-fucked himself. Ethan was going at it insanely back there, thrusting his tongue in and out like a piston, nose snorting between his buns, mouth slobbering on his hole so much that a dribble of saliva trickled down to his balls.

Dazed by the sloppy assault, Sammy didn't even feel it when Ethan spit twice on his quivering opening. The teenager also took advantage of his relaxed disposition and pressed the tip of his hard-on on his unsuspecting orifice. The plump cockhead popped in.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh" Sammy let out a long wail. His fingernails dug in the skin of his buttocks as the wide pole sank deeply into him. He winced continually and his toes curled up in reaction to the brusque invasion.

The muscular teen started to thrust into him. At first, a spontaneous resistance overtook Sammy. The thick cock slid downward into his guts. His enflamed passage rippled and his virginal anus gripped the fullness forcing itself in again and again.

"Ohhhrr! Your shithole's so fucking tight!" Ethan cried out, swaying his hips. "It's strangling my fuckstick like crazy!"

After two minutes, Sammy gnawed the bed sheets, panicking. He doubted that he would be able to sustain the pressure of the repeated lunges much longer. Yet, it felt so good to have Ethan's huge pulsing cock inside him. He wanted so much to please the sexy hunk and not look like a dork in front of Adam. As difficult as it was, he tried to relax. His hole seemed to get used to it faster than he did.

"Fuck him harder," Adam said, playing with his erection on the side.

The big hands grasped Sammy's shoulders. Ethan adopted a faster rhythm, shoving his body forward and pulling him backward by his shoulders. And so Sammy started rocking back and forth with the vigorous pumping. Tingles danced inside his little boner. He thought he would come right then from the enormous stabbing mass inside his rectum.

"Ooohhh ooohhhh ooohhhh" he hooted.

"I wanna fuck you HARD soooo bad," Ethan said. "You think you can handle it?"

"Yesss," Sammy hissed.

The intense rutting turned even more brutal. Ethan's cock pounded deeper, stretching his hole painfully. "Urggggnhhh! Urgghhh! Urghhh!" he grunted.

"Ohhh yesss," Ethan bit his lower lip. "Almost there, yessss, I'm gonna stick it all in, Yesss, Ohhhhh!"

Sammy's entire body stiffened. The teenager's heavy balls began slapping against his butt crack. His small body was shaken so much that he could only catch glimpses of what was going on when he pivoted his head. Brief peeks of the crazed stud squatting over the small of his back, driving all eight inches [20 cm] of his cock into his little rear end.

"Geez, you're nailing him!" Adam remarked, his eyes glued on the action.

"Ohh, damn that's good!" Ethan cheered. "Yesss, take my big cock! You like it, uh? You like that big hard fuckstick ramming in your lil' boy hole?"

"Yesss," Sammy screamed. "Fuck my butt!"

It took a few seconds for him to realize his outburst had been flawless. He had not stammered at all. Had he?

"Fuck my butt!" Sammy said again as if he was hearing his voice for the first time.

"FUCK MY BUTT! FUCK MY BUTT!" he repeated in loop

A great feeling of joy overwhelmed him. Tears of happiness welled up in his eyes. He was cured! He could speak normally now! How the hell was he going to explain that to his mom?

"Ohhrr, you're getting into now!" Ethan laughed.

And for the next minutes, the crisp noise of flesh banging against flesh filled the room. Sammy bit the sheets again. His knees were bouncing on the mattress. His feet were wagging in the air. Ethan roared like a bull, banging his little ass like a mad man. Then, he suddenly groaned, "ORGGHH!"

Sammy felt the first spurt of hot semen gush inside him. He let out a plaintive howl and his legs shivered. As the sauce spilled in his bowel, his little dick twitched. He saw Adam pull on his pecker and climax too. A luminous grimace of pleasure contorted his beautiful face. The three of them were groaning and cumming together.

Time seemed to stand still as they trembled, enraptured by their respective orgasms, each one hollering louder than the other at every higher peak on the ascending curb of ecstasy, then crying like wounded animals during the fall from grace.

Sammy winced when Ethan pulled out of his sore bum hole. A glob of spunk bubbled out of the distended ring. He stretched on his side, his fingers tentatively touching between his butt cheeks, assessing the damages. The sight of his new friends all happy and energized comforted him. They were catching their breaths and smiling grandly.

Ethan patted his chest like a gorilla. "Man, that was a great fuck!" he raved. "What's your name?"

The little redhead raised his chin proudly and said, "sss ss sss Sam m m my."

The End

1.

As they often did after school, the two boys were roughhousing in front of the SpongeBob cartoons. No one was home to tell them to calm down. They could do whatever they wanted for a two-hour span, especially things their mom didn't approve of.

Entering the house, they had stripped down to their underpants as soon as the door closed behind them. The California sun was simply too hot to keep clingy humid clothes on. Being half Mexican, half black, the white of their briefs shone flamboyantly in the middle of their luscious brown bodies.

Then, they had turned on the TV and smacked each other around, screaming at the top of their lungs. Within minutes, the restless brothers were pushing and grabbing each other, falling to the floor and wrestling there.

Ronald was twelve-years-old and Johnathon nine. Naturally, the older boy had the upper hand. He was slim and athletic, which meant some muscles were beginning to show on his frame. For a kid slightly short for his age, he twisted his small sibling mighty easily and relished his kid brother's strident wails of pain.

Johnathon defended himself fearlessly until he couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Quit it, homo! You're hurtin' me!"

"Who's the strongest? Who? Tell me?" Ronald demanded his arm locking the little boy's neck.

"You're not," Johnathon said. "Uncle Richy is!"

They continued to roll on the floor becoming a giggly mass of flailing caramel limbs. Despite his lack of physical strength, Johnathon put up a good fight. He was nearly as tall as his big brother and bore a resemblance because of the same dark hair trimmed to a quarter inch [5 mm] on his scalp. He carried a little bit of baby fat on his belly and bottom unlike the elder. But this didn't impede his feistiness. He loved to battle the big boy and feel their smooth skin rub together. It was exciting in every possible way.

For Ronald, it was more like foreplay. He flipped the rambunctious imp over and slapped his round bottom playfully. After a while, every smile the tyke made betrayed his excitement. He groped underneath him to see if his nipples were hard. That's how he could tell when the boy was horny. And it was the case. Swiftly, he pulled Johnathon's underoos down and dove between his thighs.

The youngster melted as he felt the mouth of his brother suckled the head of his dick. Then, the older boy's lips slid all the way to the root and back up to the tip. Johnathon hooked his legs around his brother's back and his toes curled down. He rested his head on the floor and moaned. Ronald sucked the three-inch [8 cm] peg at a leisurely pace, building up a good dose of pleasure. Once in a while, he engulfed the small hairless nut sac before going back to the wet stiffie.

Out of the blue, Johnathon asked, "How come uncle Richy doesn't have a girlfriend?"

Ronald released his little brother's penis from the grip of his lips. "I dunno, all the girls are hot for him," he said. "He's just nineteen. Maybe he's waiting for the right one. Or he likes boys."

Johnathon's green eyes lit up. "D'you think he would like to play sex games with us?"

"Maybe, I dunno."

"Uncle Richy is sooo cool," Johnathon said. "I think he'd like it. We should really find out!"

"Yeah, we could do that," Ronald shrugged his shoulders and stood up. "But for now, pull my undies down and suck my dick."

The nine-year-old boy giggled and sat on his heels in front of his big brother. He tugged on the white briefs. The brown boner sprung up like a Jack-in-the-box. As usual, he wrapped his fist around it and licked the sticky fluid coming out the pee hole. He loved the throbbing wiener. It was big and long, at least five inches [13 cm]. A half-moon of wispy hairs around the base made it look like it had grown a mustache!

He opened wide and slipped the vibrant flesh in his mouth. Right away, he bobbed his little head, moving his lips faster and faster. The knob brushed against the roof of his mouth. He got on his knees and leaned forward, that way the knob bumped in the back of his throat and he could fit Ronald's penis completely in his mouth. He backed off and went down again until his chin touched his big brother's balls.

Johnathon could tell he was doing it right because Ronald was moaning and ranting, "Ohhhh yeah, suck it! Yeahhh, Suck my dick! Ohhhh I'm gonna CUM!"

He continued to bob his head, squeezing his lips around the rigid flesh, going faster and faster. Ronald was hissing and his face made funny grimaces. Johnathon knew what was going to happen next. He took the penis out of his mouth.

"Are you gonna shoot the milk stuff, now?"

"Yeah, don't spit it out," Ronald caught his breath. "Just swallow it."

"Okee, but it tastes yucky 3;"

With that, Johnathon returned to the oral task, determined to get his twelve-year-old brother off. It didn't take long. A few more seconds of head bobbing and Ronald's timid load spurted on his tongue accompanied by a groan of relief. He leaned back and gobbled up the little dollop of slimy sauce, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A halo of pride illuminated his face.

Ronald threw his brother a smile, his chest heaving. "Wait here," he whispered, dashing away.

Inside his mother's bra drawer, Ronald found what he was looking for. When he came back to the living room, he turned the small vibrator on. It buzzed like a swarm of bees.

"Now, it's my turn to make you cum." he announced.

2.

On the way to pick up his nephews for a movie outing, Richy's finger tapped nervously against the steering wheel. His spirit oscillated between joy and reluctance whenever he took charge of his sister's children. Not because they were a handful. That he could handle. And even though the grandparents often complained, "Estos niños están locos!" He didn't think so. They were not crazy kids, just regular boys who happened to be hyperactive.

Nothing of their wild boyish nature bothered him. The dread that knotted his guts manifested itself strictly because of the awkward situations that occurred every time he was around the cute brothers. He knew that he swung both ways. He dated girls and guys from his college equally. But lately, his attraction towards young boys had rumbled so fiercely that denying it would have been ridiculously immature. He suspected the brothers had noticed it. After all, children are naturally astute when it comes to perceiving vibes. And he was sending many.

Sometimes, unconsciously, he ogled at one of the brothers for too long and the object of his attention said, "What's up Uncle Richy?" Or when he received a hug from the boys, his hand slid almost on its own to touch the jutting curve at the top of their bubble butts. Damn!

The boys were certainly on to him. They always romped around the house nearly nude, clad in white briefs. Johnathon was very affectionate and climbed on his lap. He wiggled and giggled there moving his lil' bottom all about on his crotch. Also, he had seen Ronald lounging on the couch once, his knee bent so that his balls were clearly visible in the leg hole of his underwear.

Surely they were flirting with him? Or maybe he was just being silly? They were too innocent to understand what they were doing. That's it. Probably?

The traffic was horrible on the main street to his sister's house, but Richy didn't notice. He was concluding that there were many reasons for the brothers to simply adore and look up to him. He was their young uncle, in good shape, just nineteen, more like a big brother. He was easygoing and always ready for a tickle fight. He bought all the latest video games and owned piles of Japanese manga comic books. What kid wouldn't think he was the coolest uncle in the world?

The rusty Honda came to a screeching halt. "Fuck!" Richy cursed, angry at himself for getting lost in his thoughts. He had almost run a red light.

Shaking out the trance, the dilemma of what movie to see surfaced on his mind, Iron Man 2 or Prince of Persia? Which one had they already seen?

This time he reminded himself to buy popcorn and chocolate bars at the concession stand of the movie theater. He would not make the same mistake of purchasing those huge rocket frozen pops. Watching the bros slurp on the sugary ice had given him a hard-on. Especially since Ronald had, on purpose, moaned and pursed his lips on the thing, obviously mimicking a blowjob.

When Johnathon had said, "Look I can put it all in mouth!" and proceeded to cram the whole Popsicle between his lips until only the stick was protruding out, he had almost creamed his jeans.

Richy parked the car in the driveway and rang the doorbell. "Uncle Richy!" Johnathon greeted him, jumping in his arms and delivering a wet kiss on his mouth. He held the lively kid under his butt, one mound in each hand, savouring the moment despite the strain of sixty pounds pulling on his shoulders. The older boy was more reserved, just leaning against him and stroking his back.

"Ready, girls," Richy said. "I got enough dough to take you to a movie."

"Yeah!" Johnathon cheered.

"Thanks Uncle Richy!" Ronald lit up.

Movie night was always a bash for the brothers. They behaved for the most part, afraid there wouldn't be a next time. But sitting in the audience, the nasty insults they said at each other embarrassed Richy; 'faggot', 'shitface' 'dumbass' 'cunt'. He pinched their elbows to spare himself the condescending looks of the other movie goers. "Ok, guys, that's enough. Just shuddup!"

After the movie, they all went back home and the boys stripped down to their underwear for the best part of the evening, wrestling with uncle Richy. He took off his t-shirt and kicked off the action, throwing kids on couches, slamming their faces in cushions and crushing them under his chest.

The giddy boys attacked him on all sides, screaming "CHARGE!" But they were out of their league. He had built a lean muscular body from years of weightlifting, thick biceps and a six-pack. They bounced on him like he was a trampoline.

The battles were never-ending. After four rounds, they were all sweaty and panting. Richy loved to peek at Johnathon's crotch, where he always spotted a little tent provoked by all the body rubbing and intimate contacts. The youngster was particularly naughty that evening. He kept trying to pull down Ronald's underpants.

"C'mon guys, play fair." Richy said without much authority.

Fortunately, they didn't listen to him. He managed to catch tantalizing glimpses of the older boy's paler buns, even a full frontal flash of his nice brown dick and balls. Ronald retaliated with wedgies; unaware he might cause his uncle to suffer a heart attack because the ruthless pulling of Johnathon's waistband revealed for a good minute the nine-year-old boy's erection.

Richy tried to appear like he wasn't staring too much, but he was. Right then, he knew he would need to jack off twice coming back to his apartment. Otherwise, he would, without a doubt, wake up the next day, with a pair of boxers soaked in jizz.

There was no escaping it.

Every time he babysat, he dreamt all night of his nephews' squeals of delight as he frenziedly rammed his cock in their little asses, one after the other.

3.

His heart was still racing when he shut the engine down in front of the apartment complex. His penis was rock hard and sideways, pushing painfully against the pocket of his jeans. Man, these kids were going to drive him completely insane!

Before opening the door, Richy checked the backseat. The nephews figured his car was a trash can. They regularly left candy wrappers and soda cans back there. He saw a CD case and picked it up. On the jacket, uneven hand-written letters formed the words, 'For Uncle Richy'.

He went inside and booted up the computer. A fuzzy feeling ballooned in his stomach. The brother's gifts were always special and warmed his heart, even the coarse drawings they did when they were in kindergarten.

He fed the CD to the machine and clicked on the drive. It contained a file named 'MOV0142.AVI' He clicked again and smiled. On the screen, the brothers were sitting on the couch, in their underpants. What else?

"This is for you, Uncle Richy!" Ronald declared starting at the camera. "Now!" he added, slapping his little brother's knee.

Both boys pulled down their undies at the same time, sliding them off their smooth brown legs. "Holy shit!" Richy mumbled. He could finally feast his eyes on their wobbling stiffies. The image was steady, probably filmed with a webcam setup a couple feet away on the coffee table. Despite the low quality of the capture, he could clearly see their genitals. Ronald's pecker was quite chubby for a twelve-year-old.

The brothers played with each other's boners and kissed on the mouth in an exaggerated manner. They chuckled and rubbed the tips of their tongues together. Richy released his pulsing hard-on from his jeans.

The boys passed a bottle and squirted baby oil between their legs. They used their hands to spread the slippery oil all over. Richy exhaled in front the computer. The kids' groins were gleaming a nice shiny copper tone. They wrapped their fists around their dicks and began to masturbate.

Richy watched the scene, his hand sliding gently on his own hard cock. Johnathon yanked on his junk feverishly, looking straight at the camera. He brought his bare feet on the couch. His toes curled down and spasms wracked his legs in the midst of the frantic wanking. Ronald stimulated his penis with poise, rubbing the head with his fingers, squeezing his balls. The older boy had more experience and knew obviously how to please his joystick.

"Do it now." Johnathon said, hurling himself backwards on the couch, grabbing his legs under the knees and drawing them to his chest.

Richy gasped at the sight of the kid's buns spread open exposing his tiny brown hole. Ronald scooted closer to his little brother, aligning his slickened hard-on in front of the upturned butt. "Shit, they're gonna fuck 3;" Richy muttered. He leaned forward to watch everything up close. But Ronald stood up and grinned at the camera. The boy put something over the lens, blocking the view. Richy fumed looking at the blank screen. However, the sound was still on.

At first, he could hear breathing and soft whimpering. Then plaintive moans echoed louder and louder. From the pitch of the voice, Richy could tell it was his younger nephew. The kid was moaning, "Unnnghhh! Unngghh! Unnnggghhh!"

At the same time, Ronald's grunts and hissing resonated, "Urgh! Urghh! Yessssss Urghhh! Yessss!"

Richy pulled on his cock faster, imagining what the boys were doing. They were torturing him! That's what they were doing! He stared dumbfounded at the empty screen. For a second, he thought it was impossible that his kid nephews were actually having anal sex. They were faking it! For sure. Were they?

The moans intensified. Johnathon yelped and cried a litany of Ooohs while his big brother groaned, "Orrrhhhh!".

Richy didn't have time to reach for the box of Kleenex. His cock shot five quick blasts of cum all over his t-shirt. He sighed loudly.

4.

Richy cringed a little when his sister begged him to come over and watch the kids. It had been three weeks since the boys had deliberately left behind the CD in his car. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with that yet. He certainly didn't want to be one of those frustrated people brainwashing kids into thinking sex was bad. But giving his approval to their little naughty flick made him nervous.

As always, the brothers welcomed him in their undies and hugged him. "Did you watch our movie, Uncle Richy? Did you?" Johnathon harassed him right away.

The young man hesitated, wondering if he should just lie. But the kid was so enthusiastic and there was no point in deferring the subject. "Erh, yeah, I did 3;"

"D'ya like it?" the youngster demanded, his cute face beaming with hope.

"It was okay. I didn't see much 3; You were faking it, anyway."

The response piqued Ronald's ego. "Nuh-uh," he interjected and turned to his little bro. "C'mon, let's go to our room and show Uncle Richy."

"Yeah," Johnathon seconded.

"Wait, don't do that!" Richy said, following the brothers. He caught up to them but they had already jumped on one of the beds and had gotten rid of their undies. Both naked boys rolled on the mattress, grabbing their asses and dicks. Richy paused, surveying his beautiful giggling nephews, brown limbs entwined. The next moment they were 69ing each other, moaning and slurping noisily on their boners.

He grabbed a chair at the desk and sat, keeping his eyes on the show. His cock was hard as steel in his jeans seeing the horny boys sucking away like porn stars. They obviously wanted to impress him. Ronald held his kid brother's small erection between two fingers and flicked his tongue at it with a sly smile. Meanwhile, Johnathon was just devouring his big brother's dick, bobbing his head madly. After a while, he stopped his passionate sucking and said, "Show Uncle Richy how you put it in my butt!"

Richy thought he would faint as he saw the small boy get on all four and raise his backside. Ronald scrambled to find some lube in a drawer. He returned to the action quickly applying the oil on his hard-on. From where he was sitting, Richy could see it all finally. The twelve-year-old boy crouched and pressed his dickhead against the tiny brown hole. Johnathon groaned while his brother's dick sank into the puckered ring.

Immediately, Ronald swayed his hips, driving his chubby into his little brother's ass. His balls jiggled every time he plunged to the hilt. Johnathon exulted, pushing his rear end back to receive the hard dick deeply inside him on every fuck stroke. Richy's mind reeled observing the show. His youngest and favorite nephew was a hot little bottom who craved cock! The kid was smiling and moaning like a slut, "Unnghh Unngghhh Hmmmm"

Richy couldn't help but release his straining hard-on from his jeans. It was so hot to see Ronald fuck his kid brother. The brown boy undulated beautifully almost as if possessed by a tribal beat. Both kids noticed he'd taken out his cock and giggled. He had to get in on the action! As he approached the couple, Johnathon grabbed his wagging erection and brought it to his lips. He engulfed the thick piece of flesh, nearly swallowing all seven and half inches [19 cm] inside his mouth.

"I think you guys have been doing this for a while!" Richy exclaimed his stare locked on Johnathon's stretched lips sliding on the shaft of his prick. The kid's eyes were shining with lust. Damn! He was taking cock in both holes and loving it!

Ronald groaned and began to piston harder. His pelvis banged against the nine-year-old boy's butt pushing the kid's mouth forward on Richy's rigid cock.

"Slow down. You're fucking him too hard!" the young man remarked.

"He likes it like that." Ronald said breathlessly, pounding away at a steady pace. As if to atone for his roughness, he stole Richy's cock from his kid brother's mouth and began to suck it. For a while, he continued to fuck holding the big hard pole in his hand and bobbing his head on it. All of a sudden, he winced and grasped the waist of his brother.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he raved biting his tongue and hissing.

Richy nearly busted his nuts seeing the older kid climax. His face took on a peaceful air while he spilled his little load inside his brother's rectum. The boy pulled out gently and smiled.

"Do you wanna put in my butt too, Uncle Richy?" Johnathon asked candidly.

"Let's try and see if it's gonna fit." the young man replied.

Richy calculated that Johnathon would need to be on his back for him to be comfortable for his big cock. He moved the kid to the center of the bed, flipped him over and gently lifted his spindly brown legs, placing them on either side of his own hips. He eased up toward Johnathon. The tip of his cock touched the little boy's asshole.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Richy said, but this time, his smile and his tone full of determination. He'd already gone too far with the boys. There was no point turning back. He wanted this.

Johnathon smiled back a toothy grin, "Yep."

They both chuckled then settled into a serious manner preparing to get to it. Richy began to push firmly toward his small nephew. Johnathon's lubed little hole was gaping slightly but still very tight. When the opening finally relented and the head of Richy's thick dick popped inside, the little boy moaned and grunted, clearly in pain. Richy stopped, but didn't pull out. He ran his hands over the kid's belly and gave a few gentle strokes to his stiffie. He also smiled seeing the kid didn't retract from him, but instead, groaned and panted as he got used to the feeling of his fat cock inside him.

After a minute that seemed like longer, Richy, without any prodding or comment from Johnathon, began to very gently and slowly pump just a little in and out of his hole. Johnathon gasped sharply and grunted a little bit. Richy took a second to squeeze some more oil onto the shaft of his dick then continued moving just a little in and out of the boy. Johnathon slowly began to adjust to the feeling of the massive intrusion. So he started putting a little more of his dick into the boy as he gently pumped. His cock was now nearly all the way in, but it was thicker at the base, which made it harder to get all the way inside of his nephew.

Richy had to spend as long sliding the last inch in as it had taken him to get the bulk of his cock inside. Finally, his balls came to rest against the boy's small bottom. Johnathon cooed. Obviously, the pain had almost been completely replaced with pleasure.

Richy meant to pull almost out, but miscalculated and his cock popped completely out of the boy's ass. Johnathon made a pained, "awwww" sounds when the cock fell out. Richy quickly but gently angled his cock head back to the kid's butt and smoothly slid all the way back inside eliciting a low moan out of him. The young man began to retract almost completely before sliding all the way back in. Johnathon's little dick was standing rigidly, and shuddered each time he moved in or out. After an intense ten minutes that seemed like an eternity to Richy, he felt that familiar tingle at the base of his cock.

Johnathon's mouth was slightly open and he bit his lip as he got fucked. The boy was so unbelievably sexy Richy thought. Johnathon's face screwed up and his body twisted as he continued to slowly fuck him. He breathed heavily. Without being touched, Johnathon's dick twitched. "Ohhh yess! Uncle Richy yesssss!" the tyke screamed.

When Johnathon began to cum, Richy fucked faster. He quickly slid his cock out of the boy's anus and grunted. His cock seemed like a spigot that had been turned on. His rich white cum erupted covering the little boy's dick and balls. A few shots splashed all over his brown tummy. As it did, Richy realized he wanted to babysit more often, way more often.

The End