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 Our Papa, Our Pimp By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com Mbb,
prostitution, anal, oral, ws, enema (incidental)

   This story is entirely fiction.  It will contain scenes of sexual acts
between men and boys and between boys and boys.  It will also contain some
scenes involving urination, If reading this type of story is illegal where
you reside, or if you are under the age of majority where you reside, or if
anything in this story offends you DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

   However, if you enjoy reading a well-written story of this type and it's
legal to do so, enjoy!

   One more thing: Please do NOT print this story out on a public computer
(like in the library).  If you do, take it with you!

   Chapter 1 - Early Awakening

   The morning light slanting in the window pegs the time at around 5:30.
Pretty early for a 12 year old to wake up in the summer.  But I don't have
a choice.

   "Wake up, Brayden." Papa's shaking me, not letting me fall back into
delicious sleep.  "You got a client today.  You gotta get your fat ass
ready.  And your brother's fat ass, too."

   Fat ass?  That's a laugh.  Me and my brother Riley are both skinny
little fucks.  Skinny and short.  Riley's 9 but looks maybe 5 or 6.  I
think I look 12 like I really am, but most of my clients think I'm 10. 
Short.  Skinny.  No hair except on my head -- long blond.  And nothing
happening down there.  I look 10 . . .  if I'm lucky.

   Anyways, I drag myself up outta bed.  Wonder of wonders.  Wet again.  I
go over to Riley's bed.  He's kicked off the cover like he always does on
warm nights.  He's on his tummy, and there's a big wet spot under his naked
body just like on my bed.  Like brother like brother or something like
that. Riley and me don't wear PJs.  Papa says there's no reason to since
we'd just have to wash `em anyway.  Yeah, right.  We don't wash our sheets
until they're so rank we gotta, so what makes you think Papa would wash our
PJs?

   I shake Riley gently.  He moans and rolls over onto his back.  His
little rocket's sticking straight up in the air.  Like brother like
brother. I always wake up with a bone only mine's the type that hugs my
tummy.  All 3 inches.  It ain't fair.  I'm twice Riley's age and my dick's
only an inch bigger.  And not much thicker.  Fuck, I look like a 6 year old
down there.  My clients don't mind.  Seem to like it in fact.  Some tease
me but I know they like the little worm between my legs.

   I shake Riley again.  He rubs his eyes with his fists and smiles up at
me.  He reaches up and pulls me down with a monster hug around the neck.

   "Hi Brayden," he chirps happily.  I don't get it.  He wakes up real fast
but it takes me like forever.  He kisses me on the lips and releases his
neck lock.  The he reaches over and grabs my hardon by the tip that's
sticking out of the skin.  My skin.  Another thing the clients really like.
He pulls my bone down and lets it snap back.

   "Boner boy.  Boner boy," he sings, snapping my hardon each time.  After
about six times, I push his hand away and grab his hardon and squeeze it
hard.  Really hard right on the tip that's barely poking out his skin.

   "Look who's talking, Hardon Harry!" I know the pinching hurts him a
little, but I also know he likes it.  I kneel down and take his peg in my
mouth, run my tongue all around it, then start sucking it like the pro I
am. His 2 inches doesn't take up much space in my mouth, but it fills me
with a joy and love I don't get anywhere else.  Then it hits him.  His
gooeys.  That's what he calls his dry cums.  Gooeys.  And for a little kid
he cums hard.  He grabs my head and fucks my lips, just like he's done for
over four years when he cums.  I call them dry cums but they're not really.
He's one of those kids who pees when he's coming off a cum.  I don't think
he can help it, but I'm not sure.  I just know he likes the gooeys and
likes peeing in my mouth.  Who am I to deny him his fun?

   When he comes down completely he lets go my head.

   "Want me to do you, Brayden?"

   "Nah.  We gotta get ready.  Today's your first time, and I gotta get you
cleaned up and then get your breakfast."

   I can't remember when I didn't get Riley's breakfast for him.  Least not
since she left us when he was two and I was five.  No big loss.  She was a
druggie anyways and didn't do much for us.

   As we leave our bedroom, we run into Papa and Uncle Tony.  They're used
to seeing us naked.  All the time.  That's the rule in the house.  Riley's
little noodle has disappeared inside his skin, pee free and gooey-fied. 
Mine stands straight up touching my tummy.  Uncle Tony grabs mine, pulls it
down, and lets it snap back.  What's with that?

   "Pretty dick, rocket boy," he teases.

   Papa cuts short any further play.

   "Go get cleaned up.  You both stink like hog piss.  Brayden, the clients
want you clean inside and out.  Both of you."

   "Riley, too?" I know what being clean inside means.  The clients don't
want to get shit on their dicks when they fucks you.  Some like getting
their dicks dirty.  Some don't.  But I'm worried cuz Riley's never done
anything with a client.  Anal.  Oral.  Nothing.  I thought this was going
to be an easy start for him.

   "Don't worry.  They know his asshole's off limits for fucking.  But they
might want to stick a finger or two in and they all agreed.  No shit. 
Shower shot for you both."

   Riley's got a frown on his face as we climb into the shower.  Now me, I
love enemas.  If I'm not already hard, I spring a bone the second the
nozzle goes in.  And I cum gallons when I fill up.  Well, not gallons for
real.  I still dry cum.  Like a little kid.  But enemas give me the best
orgasms ever.  My tummy cramps bad and my dick starts jerking all by
itself.

   But Riley hates enemas.  I hope he learns to like them like I do, but
that's not him right now.  I've learned to love the force a shower shot
has, but I know that'll just make it really bad for my little bro.  So I'm
going to defy my father.  Not something I do very much.  I'm not going to
use the shower shot with Riley.  The bag'll be good enough.

   I hug him tight and tell him my plan.

   I fill up his bag and attach a slender bardex nozzle.  Riley likes
things in his butt, but he hates enemas so much he doesn't even like the
nozzle going in.  He's crying silently.  Not trying to resist.  He knows
that won't do no good.  But tears are running out his eyes real fast.  I
attach my fat bardex nozzle to the shower shot, grease both nozzles and
stick mine right in.  Yummers.  Great feeling.  It's a thick nozzle with a
big hole in the tip and holes along the sides.

   Riley's nozzle is much smaller.  I have him bend over and pull his
cheeks apart.

   "Sorry, dude.  I gotta do this.  You gotta learn to like it cuz you're
gonna start having them a lot."

   I push the nozzle in and inflate the little baloony thing on it that's
just inside his asshole.  The nozzle stays in until I let the air out.  I
do the same to me.  Riley's gotta take a full 2 quarts the first time and
hold it in for at least 5 minutes.  After that, the next ones are just
quick rinses.

   I let the clamp on Riley's tube go.  He shrieks and jerks upright.  He
stands as straight as a wooden soldier.  I turn the water on for mine and
as soon as the warm water hits me, I have a great tummy cramp orgasm.  The
absolute best type.  Riley's whimpering.  I'm panting.  And both our
tummy's are filling up.

   It takes a couple of minutes for Riley's bag to empty but I can hear the
gurgle over his weeping.  I keep the water rushing into me a little longer,
then shut off the shower shot.  A special check valve -- that's what Papa
calls it -- keeps shitty water from backing into the hose.

   It's time to wash up while the water does its thing.  As I soap Riley
up, I think back to my first time with clients three years ago when I was
Riley's age.
   To be continued (And I do finish my stories)