Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: The Haunting of the Hadley Home 
Story Codes: mbb, bb, horror, science fiction 
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 12/20/16

Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If
you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is
(CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from
you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so
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please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with
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Without further adieu...

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A special note before the story. This tale was inspired by my
long time appreciation for Debonair's classic story "A Very
Special Halloween" which I highly recommend to anyone
looking for an exceptional story. It is easily one of my most 
favorite stories written

Ok, now without further adieu...

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Fourteen-year-old Michael Hadley slid quietly into his massive
new bedroom, the white socks he wore gliding noiselessly over the
old hardwood floor as he slowly closed the door behind him.
Michael inhaled deeply. With the door shut, the blackness of the
room became absolute and his eyes struggled to orient themselves.
They couldn't.

Letting out the breath, Michael stood completely still. His
parents had been complaining every night since the family moved
into this old house a month ago that Shane and Jonah, who shared
the huge room with him, had nothing to fear from this large dark
bedroom. It was only a converted old attic and there were no
ghosts or monsters or boogiemen haunting it. And yet, every
night, Michael's brothers refused to enter the bedroom unless one
of their parents escorted them up the creepy stairway and into
the cavernous maw where they now slept; checking, of course, for
creatures of the dark just prior to tucking the youngsters into
their beds.

Michael desperately wanted the same reassurances but was much too
old, he rationalized sullenly, to claim the room scared him to
death. The fact that he had a later bedtime was problematic as
well because his parents would certainly find it odd and question
him should he suddenly start going to bed at the same time as his
eleven and eight-year-old brothers. Thus, this nightly ritual had
imposed itself on the teen: Take a shower downstairs. Put on
socks and a pair of boxer briefs. Climb the imposing staircase to
the room he now shared with his siblings. Slip inside without
waking them. And, finally, make his way to his bed, which was all
the way on the other side of the vast room, and hope that nothing
terrible sprang from the dark.

The room was pitch black. And quiet. And cold. Michael shivered
in his socks and boxer briefs and, feeling the safety of the
closed door just behind him, tried in vain to see his sleeping
brothers. The only sound in the room was each of them deep in
sleep, their small bodies inhaling and exhaling just above a
whisperer. Michael envied them, each snug and warm in his own bed
with their parents assurances that there was nothing wrong with
this bedroom; this house. He, meanwhile, had just finished his
shower and now had to cross the black room to the safety of his
own bed. He began to pass through the void.

By the time Michael reached his bed, goose bumps ran across his
flesh. The boy wondered idly why the room was always so cold. And
then, as if it was the next obvious question, the boy wondered
why he always entered the room wearing only socks and underwear.
In fact, hadn't he thought just that evening to wear pajamas on
his way up to...

The thought slipped out of his mind and Michael realized he was
standing over his bed like a phantom, neither moving to climb
into it nor moving away from it. Michael smiled queasily to
himself. This was strange. He knew he wanted to get into bed
but...

A stray thought brushed his mind. A vision. He'd done this the
several nights ago. And a few nights before that. And a few
nights before that. Michael wrinkled his brow for a moment before
his eyes got big. He'd stood in front of his bed like this,
desperate to get into it but unable to summon the motions, many
nights since they moved into this house. How could he have
forgotten?

"AH," Michael squeaked quietly in surprise. His hands, which were
hot and sweaty, had come to rest on his stiff taut cold nipples
and the contrast of hot flesh on cold flesh, as well as the
sensitivity of the small pink mounds, sent an electric current of
arousal straight up Michaels spin and straight down into his
teenage cock. Without thinking, Michael licked his lips again and
his hands, seemingly acting on their own accord, began to rub his
delicate tits in slow and sensual circles. For a few moments,
Michael closed his eyes in confusion and tried to stop. His hands
continued to move.

With his eyes closed tight, Michael realized the room wasn't as
silent as he'd first believed. A sound, drifting in the dead air,
crept horrifyingly into his mind. Music. Music so soft, Michael
had to hold his breath just to hear it. Violins. Playing in
concert. Playing a creepy haunting melody.

A sudden tightness forced Michael to open his eyes and look down.
Thanks to the utter lack of light, Michael couldn't see his boxer
briefs were tented and his cock was growing rapidly to it's fully
engorged five inches. And then... And then he could see it. A
subtle light had begun, without his realizing, to pervade the
room. A malevolent glow, so red it almost appeared as black
light, now permeated the walls and the floor. His eyes, just
barely adjusting, could suddenly make out the obscene tenting of
the thin fabric covering his boyhood and the slightly darker
stain of pre-cum that was slowly soaking the tip. Michael
shuddered, half in fear and half in pleasure. He'd done this
before.

His hands drifted lower, teasing his chest and stomach before
slowly slipping under the waistband of the briefs and pulling
downward. Michael inhaled again and let out a fierce groan as the
pressure on his cock grew while the material slid past it before
the turgid flesh sprang back with a sickening thud and smacked
his pelvis. He dropped the underwear and stood tall, his thick
five-inches bounding free from constraint and leaking his
pre-fuck victoriously. The music, now louder, filled the room
with an aggressive melody that seemed to spurn Michael to action.

His sweaty hands slid teasingly over his male flesh, their tips
just barely scraping his throbbing boner. Up they traveled in
tandem, lightly caressing until they ever-so-carefully began to
dance across the coronal head of his hot pole. Michael groaned,
his throat vibrating loudly as one finger traveled underneath and
began to gently rub his sensitive frenulum. "Ohhhhhh!!!!" he
cooed both against his will and with full acceptance of the
pleasure.

Michael's hands stopped suddenly and the boy, his head heady with
desire, turned slowly. It took a moment for his eyes to see
through the haze of self-inflicted lust before he noticed his
brothers each sitting in their bed, looking at him with fire in
their own eyes. Michael swallowed, suddenly scared, but his body
moved forward towards Shane as the music grew in pitch and
volume.

The eleven-year-old beckoned Michael over as a succubus might
tempt a victim, the boy Michael knew gone and a demon of sexual
energy replacing him. Shane's body reflected the same red glow
that saturated the rest of the room and it took Michael only a
moment to realize that his younger brother was naked. More than
that, Shane's three-inch boyhood was hard as a nail and quivering
in anticipation. Michael's mind filled with images of violent sex
between he and his brother and it wasn't until he realized that
those images of fantasy were actually the remembered events of
nights past that Michael began to scream. At least, he tried to
scream.

Instead, Michael found himself on top of his brother in what the
boys at school often called a "sixty-nine." Michaels mouth, no
longer his own, descended on his brothers hairless member just as
the hot breath of the boy underneath him wafted so temptingly
over his own engorged flesh. For a moment, Michael wondered what
it would be like to taste his brother's swollen cock and then he
knew. The flesh, smooth and hot and reminding him of pecans, slid
between his lips as Michael sucked the little weenie to the hilt.
At that same moment, Shane engulfed Michael's own stiff cock and
began to slide his hot naughty lips up and down the sensitive
flesh.

"UGGGHHHHH" Michael groaned, the feeling of his eleven-year-old
brother's tongue running roughshod over his sensitive cockhead
incredibly enjoyable. Responding in kind, Michael swirled his own
tongue across the moist head of his brother's cock and got a
grunt in return. For several seconds, the boys sucked and licked
and nibbled each others cocks, with Shane using one hand to
stroke Michael and Michael taking Shane's small balls into his
mouth while he bounced up and down on his brother's little
stiffy.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Shane groaned all of a sudden as he began
to writhe and spasm uncontrollably. His boyhood, which had been
pulsing steadily as Michael's tongue glided aggressively over it,
suddenly began to shudder rapidly and Michael knew his brother
was having a powerful dry orgasm. Emboldened, Michael pulled
himself from his brothers wet crotch and, reaching with both arms
between his brothers legs, he grasped the back of his brothers
thighs and pulled them upwards. The result was that his
still-cumming brother's legs shot behind Michael's shoulders and
his pert pre-teen ass came within a few inches of Michael's
hungry mouth. With Shane still sucking at his teenage cock and
Michael feeling an orgasm getting tantalizingly close, Michael
grasped his brothers hairless ass cheeks and pulled; exposing a
tight pink virginal shitter to the harsh red glow of the room.

The horrible music rose in triumph and crashed in agony as
Michael wasted no time and dove in, his thick teenage tongue
lapping at his brother's hot boypussy for a moment before he
shoved the tongue straight past the sphincter. "EYYEEEEE"
squealed Shane beneath him, prompting Michael, who was eating his
brother's pussy like it was ambrosia, to reach between them and
begin jacking the youngster off. Shane gurgled in response began
pounding his face against Michaels pelvis, his tight lips flying
credibly fast over Michaels hard five inches.

Two small hands suddenly grasped Michael's own ass cheeks and
pulled them open before the incredibly warm wet tongue of
Michael's eight-year-old brother Jonah began to lap hungrily at
his teenage asshole. Michael groaned, the new feeling of his ass
being eaten compounding the violent pleasures rising from his
cock. His asshole tingled and flexed open and closed while his
youngest brother assertively tongued the sensitive pucker. Below
him, Shane was writing in pleasure as his little cocklett was
teased deftly by Michael's talented hand and his glistening
asshole was plundered by his older brother's angry tongue.

A moment later, Shane's body began to hum and the boy let out a
lusty cry of delight. "Ahh! Ahh! OHHH!!!" he wailed around the
teenage meat he was frantically sucking. His second climax hit
him hard and his asshole clenched around Michaels tongue tightly.
His lips, which had been suctioning Michael's cock head, slid
down the flesh hard and his pre-teen tongue whipped once, twice,
three times across the underside of Michaels cock. That did it
for the older boy, who was about to blow thanks to the rimjob of
his youngest brother and the dark pleasure of feeling his other
brother's asshole contract in climax.

Michael roared "UUUHHHHHHHH!!!!" as he pulled his head away from
his brother's ass and growled in time with the climactic music.
Shane, despite writhing in a powerful dry boygasm, redoubled his
efforts on Michaels cock. Jonah, too, began to lick Michael's
quivering asshole with abandon and a split second later, Michael
began pumping his hot thick teenage load into Shane's hungry
mouth.

With one brother sucking his cock and one brother eating his
asshole, Michael's world became a haze of dark red light and
tainted pleasure and music roaring in exultation of the night.
And heat. The room was like a sauna and the boys were covered in
slick sweat. For what seemed like hours, the boy convulsed on his
knees, the image of one at prayer perverted with the sexual acts
taking place below him. Finally, spent, he fell over in
breathless exhaustion.

The three boys lay motionless for some time on Shane's bed, the
room eerily quiet and the oppressive light still filtering from
the walls. Michael remembered other nights like this; the three
boys having just engaged in a violent and aggressive bout of sex.
Were those real memories? Were they a dream? Michael closed his
eyes and stood slowly, ready to go to bed.

The room was pitch black. And quiet. And cold. Michael shivered
in his socks and boxer briefs and, feeling the safety of the
closed door just behind him, tried in vain to see his sleeping
brothers. The only sound in the room was each of them deep in
sleep, their small bodies inhaling and exhaling just above a
whisperer. Michael envied them, each snug and warm in his own bed
with their parents assurances that there was nothing wrong with
this bedroom; this house. He, meanwhile, had just finished his
shower and now had to cross the black room to the safety of his
own bed. He began to pass through the void.

By the time Michael reached his bed, goose bumps ran across his
flesh. The boy wondered idly why the room was always so cold. And
then, as if it was the next obvious question, the boy wondered
why he always entered the room wearing only socks and underwear.
In fact, hadn't he thought just that evening to wear pajamas on
his way up to...

The thought slipped out of his mind and Michael realized he was
standing over his bed like a phantom, neither moving to climb
into it nor moving away from it. Michael smiled queasily to
himself. This was strange. He knew he wanted to get into bed
but...

No! This wasn't right! The images from moments before invaded his
brain and Michael gasped. He'd just been in Shane's bed and he
and his brothers had...

The red oppressive light filled the room and his body began
shaking in fear while his cock began to grow with arousal. The
music was back, loud and wild in it's new verse; it's harmony
disjointed and the strings shrieking in anger. The room was
sweltering, sweat suddenly pouring out of Michael's body as if he
were near a blast furnace. Michael turned around.

His brothers were together, with Jonah lying on his back and his
ankles near his ears. Shane, meanwhile, was kneeling on the floor
busily tonguing the youngster's easily accessible asshole.
Michael watched in horror as the younger boys engaged in this
filthy act of sexual depravity and his mind was flooded with many
similar half-remembered scenes. In fact, only a short time ago,
hadn't he and his brothers been doing...

Michael quickly dropped his underwear and strode across the room,
his five-inch tool leaking hungrily at the scene before him.
Stopping to the side of his brothers, he leered down and grinned
with lust. The eight-year-old Jonah had his mouth open and his
tongue was lolling out of it; reminding Michael of a dog. His
eyes were closed and a subtle groan was emanating from his
throat. The boy's small hands were casually stroking his hard
two-inch boycock and dancing playfully across his hairless balls.
Below him, the sound of slurping was nearly as loud as the music
and Michael craned his neck to see. Shane's face was pressed
between their younger brother's pale ass cheeks and his tongue
was rapidly and aggressively conquering the boy's tiny pussy.

Michael was incredibly aroused. "You like that boy?" he whispered
throatily.

"Ohhh... Yyyeeesssssss" Jonah hissed in reply, his normally soft
soprano voice taking on an unexpected vulgar quality.

"Tell me you love it. Tell me you love getting your little pussy
eaten by your pervert brother. Tell me how good it fucking feels"

"Ohhh... I loovveee iiittt. Oh Mikey... I love iiitttttt... My
pppuuuussssyyyy...."

"Stroke your cock you little whore. Stroke your cock. Harder!
Faster!" Michael commanded as he leaned into the bed. Jonah
complied, his hand flying up and down his small tool in a blur.
The music hit a crescendo and Michael dove in, his hand taking
over the frantic wanking as he molested his brother joyously.

"Mikey! Mikey! It's happening! It's happmmpphhh" cried Jonah just
before Michael slammed his lips on his brother's mouth and
silenced the child. His tongue, seeking to conquer the boy's
mouth just as his hand was conquering the boy's cock and his
brother was conquering the boy's pussy, slid viscously past the
child's surprised lips and began to beat against Jonah's tongue
while lapping at the boy's teeth and gums. Jonah screamed into
Michael's mouth and went stiff before his whole body began to
shake in a powerful and fierce kiddie-cum.

Michel didn't care, and for the next few minutes, he continued to
masturbate the squealing child while his tongue plundered the
boy's mouth. Twice more, the eight year old shuddered and
screamed through dry kiddie-climaxes before Michaels need finally
demanded release.

Rising, Michael stepped aside and shoved his cock into the
willing mouth of Shane. The middle brother seemed prepared and
drooled a copious amount of spit onto Michaels rock hard tool,
not that he needed the slick liquid thanks to the amount of
pre-cum flowing freely from the turgid flesh. Pulling out of
Shane's mouth, Michael pivoted towards Jonah's eager asshole and
snuggly rested the tip of his flesh on the younger boy's
quivering rosebud.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust
and anger.

"Yesssss! Oh fuck yesssss!" cried the eight-year-old in response.

Smiling, Michael thrust forward with all his might, his hard
fuckstick meeting a moment of resistance before slamming past
Jonah's slimy anal ring and burying itself deep into the child's
tight hot pussy.

"UGGGHHHH!!!!" roared Michael as his balls slapped against
Jonah's ass and all five inches of his stiff cock became encased
in the youngster.

"EEYYYEEEEE" cried Jonah at the same time, his childish squeal
laced with ecstatic pleasure at the coupling.

Michael wasted no time with gentleness or grace. His body, poised
to fuck, began violently jackhammering the child's eager asshole
as the two began to grunt and groan and wail in delight. Their
sweaty bodies became one as the older boy threw himself into the
fucking.

"OH! OH! FUCK! FUCK! OH!" chanted Michael loudly as he slammed
home each time, the slap of flesh on flesh finding harmony with
the music that was whipping around the room in a frenzy. A sudden
tightening of his brother's asshole was all the warning Michael
received before the young whore began convulsing in another dry
boygasm, his wails reaching a crescendo of their own despite his
tiny boycock remaining untouched.

Gritting his teeth, Michael redoubled his efforts and fucked his
brother wildly, each thrust jackhammering the cumming youngster
to higher and higher pleasure. The seconds ticked by and Michael
could feel the cum boiling in his balls. The tightness of Jonah's
ass felt wonderful; the heat inside the boy matching the heat of
the room.

Jonah gave a high-pitched cry and collapsed, his body suddenly
going limp as his climax ended abruptly. The slight loosening of
his ass as the boy's body slumped was enough to disrupt Michaels
near climax and the teen paused for a slight moment to catch his
breath.

Smiling wickedly, Michael glanced to his side at Shane and, when
the boys made eye-contact, Michael said coldly, "suck him."

Shane obeyed immediately and sprang forward, engulfing Jonah's
drooping cock with his hot mouth. Jonah, whose eyes had closed,
bolted awake at the intense feeling of his brother's tongue
scrapping across his cock head. "OH! OH NO!" he squeaked at the
onslaught of pleasure.

Michael wiped his brow and waited a few heartbeats before leaning
forward and grasping Jonah's small pink nipples. The child
grunted. Encouraged, Michael began to rapidly flick the little
nubs and, moments later, he could tell his brother was fully
immersed in lust. Satisfied, Michael pulled his cock almost
entirely out and, before the youngster could react, slammed his
cock home.

Jonah spasmed suddenly and his ass began to tighten. Michael,
seizing the opportunity, began to rabbit fuck the boy while
tweaking the boy's erect nipples. At the same time, Shane's head
began bobbing rapidly up and down on the little boy's throbbing
boner, which elicited a continuous torrent of groans from Jonah.

The music roared in climax.

So did the little boy. Jonah, his orgasm overpowering him, threw
his head backwards and babbled incoherently. This time, though,
Michael benefited from the boy's rapidly contracting pussy and
screamed in his own climax, his hot seed suddenly bursting forth
into the bowels of the child underneath him. For several long
seconds, Jonah and Michael orgasmic moans blended with the music
and the heat and the light. Then, satisfied completely, the boys
slumped against the bed.

Within moments, the heat of Jonah's body prompted Michael to
stand and stumble backward. He drew in a deep breath as sweat ran
in rivulets down his face. Looking at his brothers, he could see
them now engaged in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling
wetly. For a moment, Michael was tempted to join them. But no, he
thought dazedly to himself. It was time to sleep. After all, he
had a long day tomorrow. Michael turned towards his bed and
sighed.

The room was pitch black. And quiet. And cold. Michael shivered
in his socks and boxer briefs and, feeling the safety of the
closed door just behind him, tried in vain to see his sleeping
brothers. The only sound in the room was each of them deep in
sleep, their small bodies inhaling and exhaling just above a
whisperer. Michael envied them, each snug and warm in his own bed
with their parents assurances that there was nothing wrong with
this bedroom; this house. He, meanwhile, had just finished his
shower and now had to cross the black room to the safety of his
own bed. He began to pass through the void.

By the time Michael reached his bed, goose bumps ran across his
flesh. The boy wondered idly why the room was always so cold. And
then, as if it was the next obvious question, the boy wondered
why he always entered the room wearing only socks and underwear.
In fact, hadn't he thought just that evening to wear pajamas on
his way up to...

The thought slipped out of his mind and Michael realized he was
standing over his bed like a phantom, neither moving to climb
into it nor moving away from it. Michael smiled queasily to
himself. This was strange. He knew he wanted to get into bed
but...

"No!" he whispered suddenly, the events of the night crashing
into his consciousness. "No!" he wailed all of a sudden, his mind
hazily dredging up the images of a months worth of similar
nights; nights filled with jerking and sucking and fucking till
morning; nights where, just as the sun broke, he and his brothers
would find themselves in bed whole and rested and remembering
nothing of the hours spent in the sickening heat and light and
music. Michael panicked in silent anguish as that same heat and
light suffused the room. The music began another verse.

Michael swerved around, his mind trying to bring up his hands in
defense to stop the unknown forces around him but instead
slipping down to his waist and pushing his boxers past his
already engorged flesh. He tried to scream again as his hard
teenage cock sprang loose but growled instead, lust taking the
place of outrage. Standing before him, holding two thick
jump-ropes, were his two brothers, eleven-year-old Shane and
eight-year-old Jonah. His eyes slid over their nude glistening
bodies as both boys stood proudly beating their erect
pre-pubescent cocks. Filled with despair and arousal when his
eyes settled on their evil grins, Michael remained motionless
when they finally approached. Roughly, the younger boys pushed
Michael onto his back and his body fell to his bed for the first
time that evening. Then, the two rascals grasped his legs and
hauled them upwards toward his wrought iron headboard, tying the
ropes to his ankles before slipping them around the headboard and
fastening them to his wrists. In a matter of seconds, Michael
found himself on his back with his feet and arms pulled roughly
backwards; his asshole, cock, and balls totally exposed to the
imps licking their lips.

Shane dove in, his tongue rapidly assaulting Michael's hairless
backdoor before pushing roughly past the teen's sphincter.
"OHHH!!!" Michael moaned in appreciation, tossing his head back
and closing his eyes. The feeling of his brother's tongue was
wonderful. Moments later, Shane slid his hand forward and began
to slowly, sensually, jerk his older brother's pulsing cock.

For quite some time, the younger of the two suckled and teased
and beat his tongue against the the older boy's quivering pussy
while stroking his brother nearer and nearer to climax. Then,
just as Michael thought he was reaching the point of no return,
the tongue and hand disappeared.

"UUGGHH FUCKKK!" Michael groaned a moment later when three
fingers slid casually into his loose fuckhole. Michael, whose
eyes had been closed, opened them. There, between his legs, was
Jonah, the boy's fingers busily digging deeper into him while
Shane spread something slick and shiny all over Jonah's small
arm. Michael's eyes opened wider. Sex jelly. His brother was
covering Jonah's arm with lube!

"OH!" Michael squeaked a second later as a fourth finger slid
past his still loose and pliant asshole. Jonah, growling as he
slowly jerked his own small cocklett, began to finger-fuck
Michael in time. "Ooohhhh!!! Oooohhhh!! Yeeaaahhhhh!!" Michael
began to pant, his ass throbbing in pleasure as the four fingers
began to piston in and out of his ass faster and faster.

"More!" he said desperately, the need growing even as the speed
increased. Jonah obliged, pressing his thumb to the other four
fingers and stretching Michael that much more. His ass
accommodated the fifth digit and the room filled with a wet slap
slap slap as Jonah's fingers dug deeper and deeper; his hand
punching farther and farther into his brother's asshole.

Then, as the music cast a resounding boom throughout the room,
Jonah stepped forward and shoved his had into his brother,
Michael's ass going impossible wide as the eight-year-old's hand
met the immense pressure from the resisting asshole. Then, with a
loud PLOP, the widest part of the boy's hand slid past the
distended anal muscle and his whole hand rushed eagerly deep into
Michael's rectum.

"OHHHH!!!!!" Michael screamed, his body stiffening in slight pain
and unendurable pleasure as the hand, his ass encasing it like a
glove, traveled further and further into his colon. The pleasure
doubled. Then redoubled. Shane swooped in and engulfed Michael's
cock with his mouth. Michael whimpered. Jonah opened his hand and
spread his fingers, his palm pushing urgently against Michael
prostate.

Michael's whimper became a cry of ecstasy and he came.

"OOOYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEEE!!!!!!" he wailed unintelligibly as Shane
bobbed relentlessly on his rock hard member and Jonah began
fist-fucking him vigorously, blast after blast of thick teenage
fuckslop hitting the back of Shane's mouth with the force of a
volcano. Michael whimpered and cried and screamed through the
orgasm, cumming and cumming and cumming as the two younger boys
relentlessly stimulated him.

It was too much. Too much. The heat made thinking nearly
impossible and the music surged around him. Michael held on to
his sanity as the pleasure tore through his body and his orgasm
seemed to last forever. The music boomed again, it's notes
tearing at him as the light and heat swallowed him.

It was pure strength of mind that let the boy come through the
ordeal without passing out and, as his brothers untied him a few
minutes later and he fell limply to the bed, Michael continued to
shudder in orgasmic quakes. As he rode out the last few tremors,
his thoughts began to cut through the haze and he wondered idly
if he should fall asleep just where he was. But no, a stray
thought whispered in his head, he needed to get up and clean
himself. Michael groaned but moved, his body arguing for rest but
his mind urging him up. Michael stood shakily.

The room was pitch black. And quiet. And cold. Michael shivered
in his socks and boxer briefs and, feeling the safety of the
closed door just behind him, tried in vain to see his sleeping
brothers. The only sound in the room was each of them deep in
sleep, their small bodies inhaling and exhaling just above a
whisperer. Michael envied them, each snug and warm in his own bed
with their parents assurances that there was nothing wrong with
this bedroom; this house. He, meanwhile, had just finished his
shower and now had to cross the black room to the safety of his
own bed. He began to pass through the void.

By the time Michael reached his bed, goose bumps ran across his
flesh. The boy wondered idly why the room was always so cold. And
then, as if it was the next obvious question, the boy wondered
why he always entered the room wearing only socks and underwear.
In fact, hadn't he thought just that evening to wear pajamas on
his way up to...

The thought slipped out of his mind and Michael realized he was
standing over his bed like a phantom, neither moving to climb
into it nor moving away from it. Michael smiled queasily to
himself. This was strange. He knew he wanted to get into bed
but...

...

...

...

...

...

Michael was warm and comfortable in his bed, his mind hovering
just on the edge of awareness as strange images flashed randomly
through his mind. Sick images. Deranged images. Arousing images.

Shane on all fours while Michael fucked him and Jonah sucked the
boy off.

Michael jerking off both of his brothers as they kissed hungrily.

Jonah's asshole hovering just above his lips as Michael ate the
boy out and Shane slowly impaled himself on Michaels stiff cock.

The spreading his own ass so Jonah could fuck it with his
immature cocklett.

Michael jerking blast after blast of cum out of his stiff cock
onto the eager faces of his brothers.

Shane convulsing in a powerful boygasm.

Jonah moaning, his multiple kiddie-cums running together.

Orgies and sex and lust.

Stepping up to his bed only to realize something was wrong.

Crossing the void.

The dark filling the room as Michael realized he couldn't sleep
yet because he couldn't get into his bed.

Red light. Loud music. Intense heat.

BEEP BEEP BEEP sounded Michael's alarm as the boy awoke with a
start and hit the OFF button. Stretching and still half asleep,
Michael rolled over restlessly. What had he been dreaming? He
couldn't remember. If his morning hardon was any indication,
though, it probably had something to do with Mandy McNeilson,
that really cute girl in freshman English that seemed to like
him.

Michael smiled to himself and stretched lazily. He felt
wonderfully well rested. In fact, he had slept like a baby every
night since he and the family had moved into this house.

Getting up a few minutes later, Michael proceeded through his
usual Saturday morning routine and soon found himself stuffing
his face at the table. His mother, always willing to spoil her
sons on Saturdays, had loaded the table with eggs, bacon,
pancakes, and diced potatoes. When Michael finally finished (his
brothers ate in the other room while watching cartoons), his
mother took the plate and slid it into the dishwasher.

"Mikey" she said before he could get up and go.

"Yeah mom?" he responded, looking at her inquisitively as she sat
down at the table.

"I have a favor to ask of you," she said. "Your father got a
phone call last night and he's got to go to Chicago for that
meeting he'd hoped he could skip."

"Oh, that sucks. Didn't dad say that his boss was going to let
him stay here?" Michael wrinkled his nose. His Dad's boss was
kinda a jerk.

"Yes, but a change of schedule made it so your father had to be
there. Listen, three of Jonah's little friends were going to
spend the night here tonight and I agreed that they could a few
days ago without realizing that I had also agreed last week that
Shane could have three of his soccer teammates over. So... I
kinda have six little boys spending the night tonight and,
without your dad around, I need your help watching them."
Michael's mother looked at him imploringly.

"Oh mom!" Michael huffed when he realized the scope of the
request. "No way! Me, Trevor, Andy, and Marcus were going to go
see a movie tonight. I'm NOT staying in just to watch eight
little brats..."

"Listen listen listen! First, it's `Trevor, Andy, Marcus, and I.'
Second, I'll make you a deal. Invite your friends over here to
spend the night and that way, you guys can look out for the
little ones. I'll give you a hundred bucks and order a bunch of
pizzas. Come on! Help your ol'mom out!"

Michael sighed. Generally, he was a good kid and his mom didn't
ask too much of him. "Fine! Fine! I'll call the guys and tell
them the plans have changed. But I want that hundred dollars
today and the pizza has to have pineapple!" he said in a mock
threatening tone.

"Ok! You are the best Mikey!" he mother responded before getting
up to start the dishwasher.

"Wait. Hold up! Mom, with my friends, that's twelve. Where is
everyone going to sleep?"

"Oh, I have several queen sized mattresses. I figure we'll throw
them down in your room and you boys can have fun up there.
There's plenty of space."

Michael rolled his eyes. "You mean we have to sleep in the same
room as the little kids?"

"Stop whining" his mother laughed. "The little kids will be
thrilled when they find out the cool older boys are hanging out
with them. You'll score big points with your brothers. They look
up to you, you know."

"Fine. Whatever" Michael said as he sighed, stood up, and left
the room to make some phone calls.