LICK IT OFF HIS JUNK
By Zachyboy
t/b, oral, anal

Oh boy, did I bite off more than I could chew.

My name's Caden and my brother's name is Cole. I'm 12 this year and he's
15.

"How come I never get to fuck YOU?" I asked him when he was fucking me for
the ten-millionth time this month. Believe me, I don't mind Cole fucking
me. He's been doing it since I was 7 and we're pretty good at it by now,
but come on, enough is enough. Let's flip things over and give the little
kid a chance, right? I mean seriously. Share your toys.

"You're too little to fuck me," he grinned, and just for spite, stuck his
cock about four feet farther up my ass just to teach me a lesson for
asking.

"Ow," I said, squeezing my butt muscles together in the way that makes him
cum faster when I get bored with his dick up my hole. "I'm serious. You
fuck me all the time. I never get to fuck you. It's not fair."

He sighed and rolled his eyes and took his dick out of my butt. He reached
for the Reddy-Whip can.

"What can I tell you, Cay," he shrugged, flipping off the top and spraying
a thick line of whipped cream on his cock. "Big brothers just fuck little
brothers. That's the way it's supposed to work. Since the earliest
cavemen. It's the natural order of things. Survival of the biggest. Open."

I opened my mouth and got ready to suck the white foam off his cock. We
liked doing this. It was good. It tasted like whipped cream and his cock
and my ass.

"I'm just saying," I objected, taking a mouthful off his tip and closing my
lips around his mushroom head with a muffled voice, "you could be a
gentlemen and let me bone you once a week."

He grabbed me by the side of the head and I had to stop talking for a
while, because well, it's hard to talk when you've got a fat cock in your
mouth. But he was finished in about two minutes, ramming his cock down my
throat and finishing up with a grunt and a hard push that filled my mouth
with whipped cream, my own spit and his chunky-thick cum load. I swallowed
it all down with pleasure and pride, a little braggy inside that I haven't
choked on a drop since I was 9 years old, and that was only because I had a
cold that day and couldn't breathe through my nose.

"Tell you what," Cole said, taking his cock out of my mouth and wiping it
on my shirt. "I'll make you a deal. Some of the guys on the swim team have
been wanting some more of your mouth and your ass."

That was true enough. Those guys were always after me, but Cole's been
pretty stingy through the years, keeping me mostly to himself, although
there have been some exceptions. Mostly he tosses one of them a jack-off
crumb sometimes as long as he can watch, I go up and down on their cocks
while he jacks off and talks dirty to them, and once or twice during a
sleepover while Cole's fast asleep, I've woken up to find somebody else's
dick poking me up the asshole, but other than that, I'm usually forbidden
fruit. "Hands off the merchandise," Cole tells them. "Little bro's all
mine."

But now it appears a plan to be a little more generous with me was already
cooking in his mind. When you're the only 15-year-old guy on the swim team
with a 12-year-old brother who puts out actively, you start to feel the
peer pressure after a while. So, apparently Cole's plan was already in the
works.

"Tell you what," Cole said. "I'll make you a list of ten boys and ten food
items."

Oh boy. I knew where this was going already.

Cole was WAY into food getting licked off his cock. Don't ask me how it got
started. Probably after Thanksgiving one year when he snuck some mashed
potatoes and gravy upstairs in a Ziplock and before I knew it, I was down
on my knees having seconds.

And the week after that, I swear to God, so clich้, he took a hot dog
bun, got a boner, stuck it inside and slathered it up with ketchup, mustard
and sweet relish and made me clean that off him too. I have to admit, it
was kind of hot, but he used too much mustard on purpose because he knows I
hate it, and I was halfway tempted to bite him in the cock, just to teach
him a lesson, but I was too busy sucking it and, you know, swallowing his
cum.

And then we have all his usual stand-by's. Whipped cream. Cinnamon
sugar. That cheese spread in the spray can. Once when he was feeling really
creative a whole Yoplait yogurt WITH the granola chunks on top. That one
was kinda fun but a little bit scratchy.

So, yeah. I knew where he was going with this. Some guys just like their
cock sucked plain, but my brother Cole's a foodie.

"I'll make you a list of ten boys and ten food items," he said. "One boy,
one item apiece. You find a way to lick the food off all of their junk in
30 days and tell me all about it -- and believe me, I'm gonna check and
confirm you did it with each and every one of them -- and if you do all
that, from now on you get to fuck me up the ass once a week. Deal?"

"Deal," I said, although honestly, I had no idea how I was going to eat
that much in such a short amount of time. I'm sort of a little shaver. But
a challenge is a challenge, so I bent over the bed and spread my cheeks
(Cole was hard again) and rested on my elbows while he fucked me, sort of
daydreaming while he pounded me, wondering who would make Cole's list of
ten, and what I'd have to lick off their junk to finally fuck my older
brother up the ass.

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Cole was so proud of his list the next day after school, I thought his
boner would rip through his pants before he even finished reading it to
me. I could tell I was gonna get fucked hard after he finished reading this
little hot sheet.

"Are you ready?" he asked with a great big smile on his face. An evil grin,
you might say, which somehow made it even hotter.

"Fine," I said, trying to act casual. He wasn't going to get one-up on
me. I could suck dicks. I could lick junk. I've got a mature palate.

"Boy number one," he said. "Duncan. You gotta lick spaghetti sauce off his
balls."

"Whoa, hold it," I objected. "You didn't say you were going to be specific
about which parts I have to lick it from."

Cole just shrugged innocently. "My prize, my rules," he said.

Oh, shit. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"But what if he doesn't want spaghetti sauce on his nuts," I said, throwing
my arms up in the air. "What if he only wants to swizzle it around on the
head of his dick a little?"

"Not my problem," Cole shrugged. "A deal's a deal."

"Fine," I grumbled, suddenly understanding this was going to be trickier
than I imagined.

"Boy number two," Cole said proudly. "Noah. You have to lick peanut butter
off his asshole."

I rolled my eyes and I looked up to heaven. Of course he'd go for the
obvious peanut butter ass connection. Who wouldn't? SO predictable.

"Boy number three," he said. "Stephen. A whole jar of baby food off his
cock. Your choice; strained peas or peach cobbler."

"Oh fuck," I grumbled. He knew I hated peach cobbler when I was a
baby. Hated it, hated it, hated it. Threw it up everytime. But strained
peas off a kid's cock? That was just cruel. That made me gag just thinking
about it. That one was going to be tricky.

"Next," I said, almost dreading it.

"Boy number four," he announced proudly, "Spooner. Chocolate pudding off
his nips, while you push a little up his butthole."

"Big deal," I shrugged, not at all impressed. That one would be easy. Mark
Spooner would do anything to get some pudding up his ass. That kid's a
pig. That one wouldn't even be hard. I'd be outa there in five minutes.

"Boy five. Brady. Maple syrup off his nuts."

"Piece of cake."

"And take REALLY careful notes on that one, Caden. I mean it. REALLY."

(My brother had a thing for Brady).

"Boy six. Aaron. An Egg McMuffin off his whole package. Eggs off the cock,
cheese off the nuts, sausage pattie out of the ass."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I stopped him. "Aaron's Jewish. You can't stick a
sausage pattie up his ass. That's not even kosher."

"Sorry," he said. "My prize, my rules." He patted his own ass and wiggled
it a little, tantalizing me. "No pattie for Aaron, no pattie for you."

"Fine," I grumbled. "Fucker."

I was gonna piss off Aaron's rabbi for sure before this one was over.

"Boy seven," he said. "Alejandro. Salsa off his dick."

"Boring," I said. "And racist."

"Boy eight," he grinned. "Ethan."

And then he just stopped talking for a second, letting the suspense hang in
the air.

"And what pray-tell do I have lick?" I said, yawning.

Cole crossed his arms over his chest proudly.

"His dad's jizz," he said. "Off Ethan's asshole."

He smirked like he was King of the World.

"No. Fucking. Way." I shook my head. "First of all, how in the WORLD am I
going to make that one happen. And second of all, jizz is not FOOD. You
said ten FOODS."

"Jizz is food," he said innocently. "You eat my jizz all the time. You eat
jizz and honey, jizz and whipped cream, jizz and scrambled eggs..."

"All that might be true," I admitted, "but that is YOUR jizz. How are we
going to get Ethan's dad's jizz up Ethan's ass long enough for me to eat it
out?"

"That's up to you and Ethan," he said smugly. "I'll text him in advance,
but other than that, I guess you'll have to improvise."

"Fine," I told him. "Whatever. No problem."

I was actually kind of excited about that one. Everyone and their
grandmother knew Ethan's dad made Ethan suck his cock about 90 times a
day. It's not like there wasn't a steady supply of his dad's jizz bubbling
around that house. How I was going to get it up his ass was anybody's clue,
but I'm young. I can think outside the box.

"I'll see what I can do," I said casually, hoping to wipe the smirk off
Cole's face, but it stayed there for a while, and well-deserved. He knew
he'd thrown a monkey in my works.

"Boy nine," he said. "Flint. A smooshed banana out of his asshole."

"Fine," I said. "Kinky, But fine."

"And finally," he said, "Boy number ten. Matthew R."

I'm glad he said Matthew R., because Matthew S. had the stinkiest, nastiest
skid marks in town, and everybody knew it.

"Matthew R.," he said, "and the frosting packet from a Toaster Strudel off
his cock."

"Ooooh!' I said. "That one's a bonus! I like Toaster Strudel!" And I did!

"Yeah," he smiled kindly. "I figured if you got that far, you earned a
treat."

"Wait," I asked him. "You mean I have to do them in order?"

"Yep," he said. "One through ten." And he folded up his list and tucked it
in his pocket for safe keeping.

"Whew," I sighed. "This is going to be tricky."

"And you better get to work," he grinned. "30 days start right...now."

And he looked at his watch to make it official.

"And I really get to fuck your ass once a week if I pull this off," I asked
him.

"Yep," he said.

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear."

And then, to seal the deal, he pulled down his pants, spread his cheeks
apart and let me see his shiny pink asshole. Oh fuck, that was hot. I've
wanted to fuck that thing since I was 10-years-old. (From 7 to 9, I just
sort of went with the flow).

I walked forward and touched the hole a little.

"Uh-uh-uh," he shook his head and slammed his cheeks shut, but not before I
got a little sniff of the tip of my finger. Heavenly.

"You get this," he shook his hot ass, "when I get THIS," he patted the
folded list in his pocket.

And then he bent me over the bed and fucked me.

And we were off and rolling folks. The clock was ticking.

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Boy Number One: Duncan.  Spaghetti Sauce off his Balls.

I have to say, Duncan was a good sport about the whole thing. My brother
sort of group-texted the whole swim team, so they all knew I'd be coming
around, and what-for. I didn't have to do any cold calling, which was nice.

Still, there were a few of them I thought might balk, and Duncan with
spaghetti sauce on his nuts was one of them, because honestly, that stuff
will stain your sheets.

I mean, can you imagine that conversation?

"Duncan, what's this red stuff on your sheets? Are you bleeding at night?"

"No, Mom. It's just spaghetti sauce."

"Spaghetti sauce? Why on earth are you eating spaghetti in bed?"

"Just hungry, I guess."

And it turns out Duncan was hungrier than I thought. True, he let me lick
the spaghetti sauce off his nuts (we did it on the floor and put down a
towel), but before I knew what was happening, he had me flipped over on my
tummy and he was slathering Prego all over everything – over his dick,
over my asshole – fingering me like prom night in Old Italy -- and what
he didn't lick off my hole he wound up packing up my butt with his
15-year-old cock. Jesus. He fucked me harder than Cole. You could tell he
had that one pent-up in his system for a long time.

That was apparently part of Cole's food plan, too. If the guys on the swim
team were good sports about it and let me lick it off their junk, they
could do whatever they wanted to me as soon as I was done eating. So they
pretty-much did.

I kinda wish Cole would have been polite and told me about that part up
front. I would have showered better and maybe taken an advance poop on that
first one, but it turns out Duncan didn't mind.

I mean, after all, when you're fucking you BFF's 12-year-old brother up the
ass with you're mom's spaghetti sauce as lube (and thank God it was just
plain marinara and not chunks of mushroom), you pretty-much don't care if
he took a shower beforehand or not.

"Honey, have you seen that last jar of Prego?" his mom would call out two
days later while she was making dinner, and only Duncan and I would know
for sure.

We decimated that towel and I shit out shades of pink for the next two
days.

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Boy Number Two: Noah.  Peanut Butter out his Asshole.

This one was kind of a train wreck.

Noah knew I was coming, and he wanted to do me up the butt for sure. He was
one of those boys who snuck into my room last year when Cole was asleep and
woke me up with five inches of pepperoni up my hot pocket.

But as for the peanut butter up his ass, he wasn't really into it.

"I don't get it," he said, already taking his cock out and lubing it
up. Thank God he had lube, because Noah's cock was getting to that stage
where just spit was pushing things.

"I need to put peanut butter up your ass and lick it out to win my bet with
Cole," I repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he brushed me off. "But why up my butt? That's
nasty. That looks like poop."

"Yeah," said sheepishly. "That's why Cole picked it."

"Why didn't he pick Matthew S.?" he said. "That kid, you'd never be able to
tell. You could have a PB and Poop Sandwich and never even open the jar."

"Fuck no," I shook my head. "I'm not licking anything off Matthew S.'s
hole. Not for all the money in the bank. I don't care if Cole lets me fuck
him eight times a day. Nuh-uh. Not going near that stinky fucker. No way."

"Alright," Noah sighed. "But if you're licking peanut butter off my ass, I
get to fuck you twice."

"Are you serious?" I complained. "I'm on a time limit here."

"That's the deal," he said. "Peanut butter out of my ass and you get cocked
twice, or nothing."

"Fine," I grumbled.

"And no iPhone pictures," he said.

"Oh for Christ's sake, Noah. Who the fuck wants an iPhone picture of Jiffy
up your ass?"

(Although come to think of it, I'll probably get email requests as soon as
I type that).

Anyway, Noah was also a good sport in the end, and you know what? Creamy
Jiffy doesn't actually taste too bad coming out of a kid's ass. Not to
quote Austin Powers, but you know. Nutty.

And he really did fuck me twice.

Twice in a row.

Man-oh-man, that Noah can fuck.

He came up my ass two times, right in a row.

Hardly even paused in between them.

And if you think I squirted out spaghetti sauce for two days, you should
have seen how much of Noah's cum shot down my leg at the dinner table that
night when I accidentally farted and had to excuse myself and change my
sweats.

"Diarrhea," I whispered to my mom, blushing.

But Cole just giggled and winked at me. He knew better.

Asshole. I limped upstairs with jizz dripping down my leg, my ass still
sore from the mammoth size of Noah's fucky-stuffer.

Man, that thing's big. I hope his future wife does yoga.

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Boy Number Three: Stephen.  A Whole Jar of Baby Food off his Cock.
Strained Peas or Peach Cobbler.

Oh fuck, I was dreading this one.

All I could think of was how peach cobbler made me throw up all the time
when I was a baby. I hated to risk a repeat, but the thought of strained
peas made me gag just as much.

"Maybe we can cheat a little on this one," Stephen offered, up in his
room. "After all, Cole's never gonna know. I'll just tell him you ate all
the baby food. Who's ever gonna find out?"

Honestly, Stephen was just happy he was gonna get his cock sucked. He
didn't care what I put on it.

But fair is fair and I told him so.

"Nope," I said. "I'm just gonna have to try it with the peaches and hope
for the best."

As it turned out, Stephen had a great idea. We took off all our clothes and
he flipped me into 69 position and he sucked my cock at the same time. That
way, it took my mind off the peach cobbler while I ate it off his
cock. Time flew and it actually didn't make me sick.

And he came so much in my mouth, I thought I was eating a whole second
jar. Holy crap, that kid could cum.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I knew you were coming so I saved up for a few
days."

I shot in his mouth and tried to get a little revenge, but mine was like a
couple drops of rain on the windshield wipers compared to his jizz tsunami.

Still, he ate it and whispered in my ear, "Your cum tastes so good,
Caden. Anytime you want to come over here and have me eat your cum again,
you just call me, okay? And it doesn't have to be for a contest. I'll eat
your cum and you can fuck me up the ass anytime you want. I'll be a whole
lot more fair to you than your brother."

"That's an interesting offer," I told him, pulling up my pants. "But I'll
have to get back to you. I'm on a schedule."

Besides, a load of cum like that kid shoots? Jesus. I'd almost rather just
eat the peach cobbler.

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Boy Number Four: Spooner.  Chocolate Pudding off his Nips.  Plus a Little
up his Butthole.

Oh, Spooner was all OVER that scenario.

I spent about four hours in Spooner's room that day because he kept wanting
do-overs.

I'm telling you, that kid is a perv.

I had chocolate pudding under my fingernails for a week.

I hope that's what it was anyway.

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Boy Number Five: Brady.  Maple Syrup off his Nuts.

Not surprisingly, this was the one that made my brother the hottest.

When he was fucking me that night, he kept saying, "Tell me more about
Brady's nuts. Did they taste good, Caden? Did you get your face down in
there and smell his pubes?"

"All I could smell was maple syrup," I said honestly. "But he got really
hard. He got a really huge boner."

"Oh fuck yeah," my brother said, fucking me even harder and making the bed
squeak. "Tell me about Brady's big cock. Tell me about Brady's big fat cock
fucking you while I cum up your ass."

I was kind of bored, but Cole has a thing for Brady, so I played along.

"Oh, man it was fat."

"Oh yeah," my brother grunted.

"It was so big I could barely fit it in my mouth."

"Oh God, yeah."

"And he smelled like cock. Oh fuck, he smelled like hot, sweaty boy cock."

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" My brother was actually whimpering. And fucking me
really, really hard. I was starting to see stars.

I better hurry this up or I'd be in the hospital.

"And after I licked the syrup off him, he came in my mouth and I ate his
sticky jizz."

"Oh fuck yeah."

"It tasted like salt and Dr. Pepper."

"Oh fuck, OH FUCK, Caden!"

"And his dick smelled like piss and maple and he kept saying eat that load,
eat that load, bitch."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

"He fingered my ass while I sucked him. Fingered my ass and told me he
wanted to fuck me!"

"Oh GOD! OH GOD!"

My brother was cumming.

I said Brady fingered my ass, which was a lie, and my brother grabbed my
hips and came so far up my ass it made me squeak. He was really cumming
hard in me, hearing that lie I told him. Really hard.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he panted and grunted. "Take that big cock. Take
Brady's big cock up your butt, Braden. Take his fat cock."

My brother really liked Brady. Fantasy and reality blurred sometimes when
he thought about Brady's cock and what he'd like Brady to do with it.

I think my brother wanted Brady to fuck him, really, really bad.

But Brady hadn't yet.

Don't ask me why not.

My brother would be down on all fours in a heartbeat.

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Boy Number Six: Aaron.  A Whole Non-Kosher Egg McMuffin off of Everything.
Eggs off his Cock.  Cheese off his Nuts.  Sausage Patty out of his Ass.

Hey! It turns out the whole non-kosher thing was not a problem at all.

Fine print in the Talmud.

Everything went fine.

And I got an invitation to his sister's bat mitzvah.

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Boy Number Seven: Alejandro.  Salsa off his Dick.

Oh boy. Here is something that did not occur to me at all:

If you put salsa on a boy's dick, it's going to burn.

"Lick it off quick," Alejandro yelled! "It hurts, it hurts!"

Believe me, I licked it off as quick as I could. He was turning red in the
face. And in the dick.

If it would have been a cartoon on TV, steam would have been shooting out
of Yosemite Sam's ears.

"Fucking caliente!" he yelled at me. ""Yo cago en la leche de tu puta
madre!"

(Which I found out later was not a very nice thing to say about my mother
and her appreciation for dairy products).

But seriously, I wasn't trying to hurt him. I'd even bought the mild salsa
from Trader Joe's. The one my dad calls "pussy salsa," but it STILL hurt
his cock.

And then he was just pissed.

So when he fucked me, which I knew he was going to do, he put one little
smear of salsa on his shaft, bit his lower lip and grimaced and gave it to
me right up the culo.

And if you think Trader Joe's Mild Salsa burns on your wiener, you should
try it up your poop shoot. Holy shit.

After I was done, I made an appointment with those two little twins down
the street who go around shoving ice cubes up everybody's ass.

You need a little bitty ice cube after a salsa fuck like that one.

Whoof. Pass the fire hydrant.

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Side note.

Right after Alejandro, I got an interesting offer from Alejandro's little
sister Sofia. She's about 9 this year. Sofia wanted to be on the contest
and asked me if I wanted to lick something off her, too.

I had to say, "Wait a minute, let me check with Cole and get back to you."

I called him on my phone and said, "Hey, Cole. There's a little sister of
one of the guys who wants to get into this too. If we throw her in the mix,
can she count as one of my ten?"

Turns out, nope. Cole wouldn't let me use her for points.

But she was kind of insistent, so while Alejandro cleaned up and scrubbed
the salsa out of his pubes, Sofia took me by the hand and led me into her
cute little Hello Kitty bedroom and we did stuff.

I didn't get any points for her, but she was a whole lot of fun and we used
up half a jar of grape jelly.

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Boy Number Eight: Ethan.  His Dad's Jizz off Ethan's Asshole.

Wow.

Wow, wow, wow.

Let me come back to this one.

I know it's number eight, but this one was a good one.

This one's the one you'll want to jack off to.

Let's save it for a minute.

Don't cum yet.

We'll come back to it.

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Boy Number Nine: Flint.  A Smooshed Banana out of his Asshole.

You know, I am NOT a banana fan.

Still, I did my best.

Cole's friend Benj, who was surprisingly not on Cole's list anywhere since
the two of them skull-fuck each other sideways and backwards if the grunts
I hear from his bedroom are any indication, said he once jacked off into a
banana peel. He said it felt really squishy and good. Almost like fucking a
pussy or an ass. And he came inside it and ate his own jizz out of it,
which was sexy and hot.

So I tried it too, but my dick's not big enough, I guess.

To me, it just felt like fucking a banana peel.

But Flint was a good sport. He let me stick a peeled banana in and out of
his ass and it got really squishy right away and just sort of crumbled and
dissolved apart. We had banana ass chunks everywhere.

And then I ate some.

And then Flint said, "Hey, as long as you're in there, kid, you might as
well fuck me."

But I turned him down. Probably dumb, but I turned him down.

I wanted to save my first fuck for Cole, I told him.

My first nut load was going up my big brother.

He understood.

So he bent me over his bed and he fucked me instead.

Problem solved.

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Boy Number Ten: Matthew R.  (Not to be confused with Matthew S., thank
God).  A Frosting Pack from a Toaster Strudel off his Cock.

Oh, man. This one was just a bonus. I love Toaster Strudel so much.

And Matthew R. was so sweet about it. (No pun intended).

He's such a nice guy.

His cock would taste nice even without the frosting.

But he was just nice.

We hung out up in his room, and we talked and we kissed and don't laugh at
me, we even slow danced a little.

And then we kind of got naked and did a lot of stuff.

We did sex stuff, yeah, but we also made out. A LOT. We kissed A LOT.

And yeah, I ate the frosting off his dick, but the rest was just kind of
romantic and cuddly and sweet.

I think after I fuck my brother, I might go back to Matthew R.'s house and
see what else he wants to do with me.

I think I could easily have feelings for Matthew R.

Even without the frosting on his cock.

Some guys, you don't need frosting.

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Okay, now back to the hot one.

I saved the best for last.

Boy Number Eight: Ethan.  His Dad's Jizz off Ethan's Asshole.

Everybody in our whole neighborhood knew Ethan sucked his dad's cock.

A kid at summer camp saw it by accident.

Ethan's dad was dropping him off in their SUV, but before they got to the
camp entrance, he pulled it off into the woods down the road and he grabbed
Ethan by the head, and unzipped his pants right there in the front seat of
the SUV and pulled Ethan's head down and made Ethan suck his cock.

And they didn't know it, but this other kid, Tyler, kind of a little
girly-kid, saw the whole thing, because he was out walking in the woods. He
was really close, and he saw the whole thing. The windows were open and he
heard it all too.

He told everybody Ethan's dad was really giving it to him good, and saying
a whole bunch of dirty stuff and swear words like "Suck that big cock,
baby. You like sucking Daddy's cock for him, don't you sweetheart? You like
eating that big fat fucking cock. Well, here comes your dinner, baby, here
comes your fucking piping hot dinner."

And he said Ethan moaned and grunted and made hot little whimpering sounds
while he ate his daddy's jizz out of his dick and his dad just pulled him
down by the head and grunted up into his mouth.

So when I came over, Cole already had it all pre-planned by text and Ethan
had the jizz all set. Cole texted him to let him know I was coming after
school that week, so the last four times Ethan sucked his dad's cock, he
only pretended to swallow it. He spit it all out in a shot glass he was
hiding in his hand instead, then later, he dripped it all into a Ziplock
bag.

So by the time I got there that day, I had 36 hours-worth of Ethan's dad's
jizz to work with, all mixed up with Ethan's spit, which was kind of hot,
but kind of scary too. I mean, I've never eaten a man's jizz before. I've
eaten lots of boy jizz. But maybe man jizz was different somehow. Crazy,
but I wondered if I'd get pregnant from swallowing it. I know, I know,
that's completely stupid. But swear to God, I thought it, just for a
second. Dumb.

Anyway, Ethan said, "How do we do this?"

And I said, "I don't know. Get naked I guess. And I'll rub it into your
asshole and then I can eat it out, okay?"

"Okay," Ethan said, and we both got naked.

He laid down on the bed and he handed me the Ziplock, which was still
warm. And there was a lot of cum and spit inside it. A lot.

And I unzipped it and started rubbing it on Ethan's butthole.

At first, I was just trying to be polite. I just scooped it out and started
fingering gobs onto the outside of his hole and thought I'd just lick it
off from the outside until Ethan said:

"That's okay, you don't have to be so nervous. You can push it inside,
too."

And when I started to do that – push it inside – he started to
moan. He started to make this low, whimpering puppy sound in his
throat. Half like a puppy and half like hotness. Sad hotness. Like when you
want something you can't have. And it made my cock hard to hear him make
that sound. My cock was really super hard.

"Everybody thinks I'm sick, right?" he asked quietly, pushing his butt back
against my digging, cum-slick finger. "They think I'm kinda sick and slutty
cause I suck my dad's cock, right?"

"No," I said honestly. "Actually we all think it's kinda hot."

He smiled. Closed his eyes and smiled.

He really started pushing back at me.

"Put more in," he said. "Put all of it in. I want his cum in me."

I did, and looked at it, hot, clear, no longer white, but clear and sticky
and running back out.

"I gotta eat some of it out you now," I apologized. Because, truly, it
looked like he was lost in his own little world there.

And I pushed my face forward and started licking it out of his hole.

And he moaned. And he pushed his ass back against my face.

"Oh, Daddy," he whispered, so quiet I almost didn't hear him. "Eat my
pussy, Daddy. Eat me, Daddy."

"Um, Ethan, it's just me," I said embarrassed.

"My Dad fucks me too, Caden, did you know that?"

"No," I said, because truly I didn't.

"Since I was 10," he said. "And I like it a lot."

I nodded. Looked at his asshole. Looked at my own hard cock. Fingered him
again.

"You wanna fuck me, Caden?" he said quietly, almost begging.

I was scared. I'd never done it before. You know, being on top. I was
worried I wouldn't do it right.

"It's okay," Ethan whispered. "Just lay down on top of my back and put it
in me. It'll be okay. You can go fast. It won't hurt me."

I thought for a minute about saying no to him. I mean, after all, I'd told
Stephen and Flint no. I told them I wanted to save it for my brother the
first time. I'd wanted my first time on top to be with Cole.

But the way Ethan was whimpering, making sad little "need it" noises, I
knew I wanted to do it to him first. Not because I wanted to practice for
Cole. But just because Ethan seemed like he needed me to. And I wanted to
help him.

And besides, Ethan is nice. So I did it in his butt.

I climbed on his back just like he told me. And I stretched out longways on
him. And I put my cock inside him. And it slid right, lubed by his daddy's
hot cum.

"Oh God, Oh God," he whimpered. "Fuck me with your cock, Cayden. Fuck me
with your cock like my daddy does."

And I took my time and I pushed it in and out of him. In and out. And he
was half with me and half with his daddy.

"Oh fuck," I whispered. "I'm getting close. I'm sorry it's so fast, but I'm
getting close."

"Fuck me," he said, squeezing his ass around my cock and making me see
fireflies in my head. "Fuck it in me hard, Cayden. Cum in me, baby. Cum in
me!"

And I fucked into him so hard I thought I was going to blow up.

Is this what it felt like? Cumming in a guy?

Oh fuck. This was special. This was wonderful.

"AHHH, AHHH, AHHHH, NNNNGGGGHH!!!" I grunted, and I stuck my cock in him as
far as I could and I just shook and shook and shook and shook, and it was
amazing – amazing – the first time I came in another boy's ass -- it
is like jacking off times ONE MILLION it feels so good -- and I was so glad
it was Ethan. I was so glad it was Ethan as I slid my shaking sticky cock
into his tight asshole, still hot and slippery from his daddy's used cum
and shaking until I thought I couldn't shake anymore.

I felt him shudder. I felt him twitch. And I found out later, he came on
his bed sheets, just from rubbing his cock on his bed while I came in
him. That was hot. That was sexy.

"Oh God, Oh God," he whispered as he shot all over his bed, making himself
all wet and sticky and getting his own cum all over his dick and his
pubes. "You fucked me so good, Cayden. That was such a good fuck. You are
so good at that, baby. You are so, so good at that."

And I saw a tear run down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling weird that he was crying. "I didn't mean to
make you cry. I didn't mean to go so fast."

He laughed. A little laugh-sob.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I always do that when my dad cums in me. I
don't know why. I just do."

I felt embarrassed and I put on my pants.

"You should come over sometime," he said as I dressed. "You know. Sometime
when my dad is here? He won't be rough or anything. But maybe we could do
stuff with him? You know? Both of us at the same time? It would feel really
good. I promise it would."

He sounded so sad. Like he needed to share this with someone. This other
part of his secret.

I shrugged. I wasn't sure.

On one hand, it sounded fun.

On the other hand, it sounded scary. Like too much algebra, all at once,
when you're still trying to figure out fractions.

"Maybe, I said. "Maybe if I get brave enough."

"Okay," he smiled. And I closed the door and left him there.

He was starting to stroke himself, naked on his bed.

Stroking his cock.

Fingering his asshole.

His asshole that was full of his dad's cum and mine.

I did go back.

But that's a different story.

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"Time to pay up!" I said to my brother, feeling smug, my arms folded across
my chest and my dick feeling about five sizes harder than usual.

He looked dumbstruck. He'd already texted all the boys earlier that day and
confirmed I'd done them all. Ten boys, ten foods, with 16 days to spare.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it in time," he said.

What can I say, when I'm motivated, I'm motivated.

"Damn right I did," I said proudly. "And I even took Ethan for a practice
spin. So, let's get those pants around those ankles and spread your cheeks,
sunshine."

Reluctantly, he did what I asked him, still shaking his head as he bent
over the bed, wondering how he got himself into this predicament.

"I'll teach you to give me a challenge," I growled at him happily as I
hocked a loogie on my cock and lined it up with his pretty backdoor.

"Ow," he said, as the first three inches jammed their way inside him. "Slow
down a little."

And granted, I only had one more inch to give him, but I was going to make
that one worth remembering too.

Ten boys, ten foods and a whole lot of creativity. I had to admit, I was
feeling pretty good about myself right now.

And my brother's ass was feeling pretty damn good around my skinny little
cock.

"Jesus, Caden," he muttered as he bit the bed sheets. "You've got some
powerful boyfuck in you, little bro. I'm impressed."

"Let's just say I learned it from the Master."

And with that, I started rocking my cock in and out of him, feeling ten
feet tall and enjoying the beads of sweat I saw popping up on the back of
his neck. If that didn't make me proud, fucking a good sweat out of my
asshole big brother, I didn't know what did.

"Wow," he muttered, as I long-dicked the shit out of him. "Not bad, Cay,
not bad at all."

"Let's see," I told him, ramming it into him extra hard and making him
grunt. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Tonight I'm gonna
revenge-fuck you for the first one you gave me when I was 7. I think that
first time you also pinched my tits a little."

"Ow!" he whined as I tweaked his nips a good hard one. "Not so rough!"

But then he giggled, because hey, fair is fair.

I was happy and I was 12. My dick was hard and surrounded by his tight,
gripping ass, and tonight, I sighed happily, I got to be the big boy.

One night a week in the dealer's position might not sound like much to you
guys, but believe me, I was feeling pretty damn satisfied right then and
there.

"Wait'll I fuck you next week," I growled in his ear as I poked him with my
fuck stick. "Next week I'm gonna piss in your butthole like you did when I
was 10."

"Oh shit," he mumbled.

"Exactly," I said. "If you remember correctly, we're gonna need do that one
fairly close to the toilet."

He sighed and giggled and he took it like a man.  And for once a week,
anyway, I finally came out on top.

Sometimes the best treasures of all are buried right in your own back yard.

Or in this case, right up your brother's own back door.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com