PWINCE IS PWEGNANT By Zachyboy t/b/b, oral, anal, incest My name's Jackson and I'm 7 and my friend Dominic is 7 too. He gets called Dommie and I get called Jackson, and when he comes over to my house, we play Doggie Sniffers. Doggie Sniffers is where we take our pants off and sniff each other's butts like doggies before we suck each other's cocks and do the F-Word in each other's A-Holes. It feels real good and there's already a story about us in here somewhere, so happy searching. Sorry to make you look for it, but Casey says we're not a chapter story, we're a stand-alone sequel. I don't know what that is, but Casey says we are one, and he's bigger, so there you go. # # # # # # # # # # # Dommie says his "R's" wrong, so when we play Doggie Sniffers, he's my dog Pwince. And I pway with Pwince and I poke him with my pwick. Don't worry. He doesn't get mad when I say Pwince that way. He thinks it's funny. So, last time I told you my big brother Casey joined in and then we really got the F-Word up our A-Holes, and you should have seen all the letters THAT got us. Holy F-Word. People are still writing us about Casey. Some of you even said swears and talked about what you wanted him to do in our butts, which made us REALLY happy and gave us a lot of good ideas. Anyway, thanks for being interested in what goes in our butts. Mostly it's just Casey. And one Charms Blow Pop. So, here's Casey. He's Dommie's brother. He's 15 and he B-F'ed us in his tent. BOTH of us! And my butt STILL hurts!! (He's got a BIG one). Bye. Love, Jackson # # # # # # # # # # Well, that's a tough act to follow. Hi, I'm Casey. My brother Jackson, the little jack-off, is a royal pain in the ass, but a cute kid, and whoof, a fucking bone-job in the making. He'll be starring in a few more of these stories on the old Nifty playground as the years go by, believe me. And be sure to check back in a dozen years. I'm sure he'll have his own Prolific Author status by then, the little cum junkie. Meanwhile, if you ever get a chance to see him naked in the shower or in the changing room at the waterpark, take it man, with my blessing. Whoof, he's a cutie. I've wanted to fuck that kid since he was fill-in-the-blanks-years-old, but I used some restraint and some brotherly love, and held off for a better season, and saints be praised, I finally got the chance to do him this summer. Him and Pwince both. Or Dommie. Or whatever I'm supposed to call him. My brother calls him Pwince, so I guess I'll call him Pwince too. I'd fantasized about both of them pretty heavily and pretty consistently, just on general principle, but the real "gotta fuck those boys" craving probably started the day I actually caught the horny little fuckers playing their Doggie Sniffers game in Jackson's bedroom. And let me tell you something. If you've ever been walking casually down the hallway to your room, minding your own fucking business, and you happen to stick your head in your little brother's room to remind him it's his night to take the trash out, and there he is with his nose so far up the neighbor boy's ass you're pretty sure they're doing Scene Two of Pinocchio, then brother, you've got a show coming. And Pwince? Man. That little fucker had a boner on him that was shooting for the stars. That thing was a fucking rocket ship. Not that it was huge or anything. Come on, he's seven. But still. For seven, he's packing some cock. Not any ridiculous Nifty six-inch boy dick. But enough to pay attention to. At seven, anything bigger than a boy's thumb is pretty much an award-winner. And Pwince was growing a blue ribbon begonia. # # # # # # # # # # Here's what I overheard the first night of summer when I pitched my tent in the back yard. My brother was coaching and Pwince was taking notes: "Ask him for 50%." "Why 50%?" "Because 100% is too much." "Too much what?" "Too much cock! Pay attention!" "You mean it's too big to go in?" "F yes, it's too big to go in! I saw him jack off once. It's ginormous!" "But mine goes in you! How big can it be?" "Yours is a twig. His is a tree stump!" "Oh." "Yeah. So ask him for 50%." "That's enough?" "Believe me. 50% is all you need. Got it?" "Got it." "Good." "Good." # # # # # # # # # # Night #1 in the tent. I'm listening to some music. Got some ear buds in. Drinking a beer my mom would shit if she caught me with. ZZZZZZZZIP! It's Jackson at the flaps. He pokes his head in. There's an electric lantern. He can see me. He's smiling. "You got your dick out?" he asks me. "Well, hello to you, too," I say. "I saw you watching us play Doggie Sniffers," he says. "Kinda nasty," I tell him. "Nasty, but hot." "So? Wanna play it with me?" he giggles. "Sure. Why not." He comes inside. Zips the flap back down. Pulls his shirt over his head. Fucking pretty nipples. Tight little tummy. Sits on his ass. Unzips. Pulls off his pants. Pulls off his undies. There's a tiny little skid mark I can see, even in lantern light. I do the same. I'm trying to act like this is no big deal, but my cock gives my excitement away. It's as hard as a rock. "Jeeee-zus," he says, taking a look at it. "That thing's huge!" "Don't slip and fall on it," I warn him. "F no," he says. He crawls over to me. Spins around the other way. Sticks his butt up to my face. "Now sniff it, doggie." I'm not sure I'm wired for this game, but what the fuck, man. That is one pretty ass. If smelling it means I get to look it up close, fuck-a-doodle-doo, let's start smelling it. So, I do. "Oh yeah," Jackson giggles. "That's a good doggie. Good boy." My dick is pounding hard. I smell him because HE wants it. Then I lick him because I want it. He wasn't expecting that part. "Oh," he kinda moans. "Oh! Oh!" "Lay down, Jack." He does, and I go to town. I suck his cock. I gobble his little dickie. First time I ever sucked him that night, and I do it like a champ. He grabs hair and gets right into it, pulling me down, bucking his hips and enjoying the ride. I reach up with a spit-wet finger and I poke it up his ass a little. "Oh," he says again. "Oh! Oh!" Not much conversation that first time. He gets his shivers, he pushes me away as soon as it happens. "Too tickly! Too tickly!" He giggles. "Casey, stop!" Reluctantly I do. I squat over his face. My cock is a monster. "You want some?" I ask him, nudging it at his lips. Turns out he does. And he can only get the tip and a couple of inches in, but that works just fine. I fuck his pretty little face a little and that first night ends with a resounding bang as I pump a 9 pm snack into my little brother's tummy. "Huh," he says with a shrug. "I always wondered what that stuff tastes like." "What's it taste like?" I ask him. "Like goober-yucky pie jizz," he says, matter-of-factly. "Okay," I say, not having a fucking clue what that means. "All righty," says Jackson. "Thank you for your services. Pwince will be sleeping over tomorrow and he wants you to F him up his A-Hole." "Okay," I tell him, happy to oblige. "He says he wants you to make a baby in him." "That's interesting." "Yep." "He does know, theoretically, a boy can't make a baby inside another boy, right?" "Yep. He just wants to pretend." "Fine with me." "Okay then. Goodnight." And he left me there, sticky dick deflating, smacking happy lips on his way back to the house, leading me to believe it was going to be a very interesting summer. # # # # # # # # # # Night #2 in the tent. I'm hard as hell and waiting for somebody to show up. Pwince, Jackson, who gives a fuck. Somebody better come out here and blow me. ZZZZZZZZIP! It's Pwince at the flaps. "Hi Casey." "Hi Pwince." "I'm supposed to come out here and let you F my A-Hole -- Jackson says." "You ever have your A-Hole F'd before, Pwince?" "Just by Jackson." "It probably hurts a little, I'm guessing." "I brought lotion." He offered it with an outstretched hand. Jergens Original. Cherry Vanilla. Great. I was finally going to get to fuck Pwince and my cock was going to smell like my mom. Oh well. Beggers can't be choosers. He got undressed. So did I. "Wanna suck first?" I asked him. Turns out he did. We got into a 69, and like I said before, Pwince is not bad-off in the dicklet department. We don't need to post this in the sci-fi and fantasy section, but he had some respectable weenie for a little tiger. And he sure wasn't shy about ramming it in and out of my mouth. And didn't seem the least put-off by gobbling as much of my fat fucker as he could. (Well, I say "fat fucker," but let's be honest. I'm 15. I've still got a few inches on my wish list). I thought I was gonna cum in his mouth, that horny little fucker. God, he was good. How does a little kid get that good at sucking a cock? Especially when all he's been doing is sucking another little kid? Whatever Dommie and Jackson had been up to besides Doggie Sniffers these past few months, they certainly learned their lessons well. Like a duck to water he took that cock, God bless him. "NOW I wanna get F'd in my A-Hole," he told me, coming up for air. "You sure?" I asked him, playing all-noble and pretending I actually might let him back out. "It's probably gonna hurt." "Yeah," he shrugged. "Jackson says just give me 50%." "You got it," I said, lining it up with his sweet back door, which believe me, was so hot and pretty, I didn't have time to stop and sniff it. "Ow," he winced as the tip poked in. "That really is a tree stump." "Want me to stop," I grunted, although there was no way in hell that was going to happen. "Nah," he said. "Just start real slow." Which I did, to great success. He relaxed a little and I popped through his ring. "Now push out like you have to poop," I guided him. And he did. And whoosh, God bless Jergens, it slid right in. "Just 50!" he yelled. "Just 50!" "Okay." Using every bit of self-restraint I had, I only fucked him with 50%. At first anyway. Oh, God, he was tight and sweet. You can't believe how good that felt, sliding my cock into that warm tight tunnel. Seeing my brother's little best friend, buns up and kneeling on a puffy blue sleeping bag, as in the air, head bent down, making soft little whimper-sounds, gasping sounds, fuck-hot surprise sounds, as a big cock slid into him the very first time. "Wow," he said. "It's big. It's good." And I fucked him politely, an ass-clenching delicacy. I would have came in him that way too, if the little fucker hadn't started pushing back. He actually moved his knees back on the sleeping bag, moving his rump onto the piston of my cock shaft. "Let's go 100," he grunted. "I think I can do 100." Fuckin' Pwince, man. My hero. And 100 he got. I long-dicked that boy so fast and so happily, you coulda wrote a story about us. (Oh wait, you did). Whatever. It was HOT. It was awesome. It was exquisite. It was Pwince ass. And all the whole time I'm fucking his boy ass and listening to his sweet baby mumble grunts, I'm thinking, Jesus, this really DOES smell like my mom's lotion hands. Pretty surreal moment, about to shoot your jizz up a kid's butt and thinking of your mom's hands after she finishes the dishes at night. But oh well, let's not let that stop me. I pushed my cock as far into him as I could, and oh yeah, that hot little fucker was getting 100 by now. He was grunting and wiggling and rutting back against my fuck stick, and I knew it was time. I knew I was going to wet his insides good. "You ready for it?" I growled in his ear. "Oh yeah," he grunted back. "I want your baby up my ass." And that's all it took. POW! I shot off into him like a rocket to the moon. "FUCK!" I grunted. "You fucking little ANGEL." And I was filling him. Whatever white cream I could muster at 15, there it went, straight up Pwince's ass, at a depth of 175%. That's how far my cock went in him. And Pwince himself, he looked happy as a lamb. With no fanfare at all, he pulled himself off my wiggling sticky-cock, gave me a smile, wiped a little ass lotion on the side of my leg, and squatted over my face, aiming his dick at my mouth. For a minute I was scared he was going to piss on me, because hey, turnabout's fair play. But nope. He just wanted a blowjob. And I was happy to oblige. Fucking Pwince, man. Breeded him good. Right there in my tent. God bless summer. God bless boy ass. # # # # # # # # # # Night #3 in the tent. I've got a jar of Vaseline in my backpack and two extra bottles of water. The way things have been going, who the fuck knows what's going to happen next. ZZZZZZZZIP! It's Jackson at the flaps. "Hey," he says. "Hey," I say back. "I thought you should know," he says completely serious, "Pwince is pwegnant." "Wow," I say. "He must be very fertile." "I don't know what fertile means," says Jackson, "but yes, he probably is." "So, do I have to marry him?" I ask my brother. "No," says Jackson. "Just F him a lot more." "I see," I say. "Just until the baby comes." "Right." "You wanna F me too?" he shrugs, wanting in on the action. "Not sure," I tell him. "Are you ovulating?" "Again," he says, "not familiar. But if it means you want to F me, then let's start F'ing." He takes the cap off the Vaseline container, and fuck my lack of foreplay, but there's no need to suck me because I'm rock hard and sticking up like a flagpole. He lubes his ass. He lubes my cock. He does something super sexy. He leans down and kisses me. Completely unexpected. He's seven, for Christ's sake. He leans down, puts his mouth against mine, and French kisses me like a whore on a business boom. Jesus, it's a good kiss. I'd say it made me harder, but how the fuck would that have been possible. My capillaries were already bursting as it was. He took my finger. LUBED my finger. "Put your finger in me," he whispers, in heat. "Put it in far." And I do. And he whines. Actually puppy-whines, but it's a good whine. It's a squeak of fullness and "that's what I needed." It's a squeak of "fuck, it feels good to be fingered." And then he's over me. Squatting. Lowering onto my brothercock. "Nnngh," he's grunting, with determination and discomfort. "Gonna go slower, kind of." "Push out," I tell him. "Like you have to make a poopie." And he does. And just like Pwince, it goes right in. He doesn't say a word. Not an "oh," not a grunt, not a literary "ow." Just sits on it fully, slowly, maturely and beautifully. "I feel it in my throat," he whispers in a surprisingly hot-raspy voice. "Casey, I feel your cock in my throat." I thrust up into him with gentle nudges until he gets the message and starts fucking back. He raises himself and lowers back down again. Raises and lowers. Up and down. Slowly and steadily. I reach up firmly with spit and grease-lube and start jacking his own little cocklet, rock hard and ready to join the show. I fuck him. I jack him. He rocks on my cock. I fuck him. I jack him. He rocks on my cock. There are no words for this. We're brothers. We know each other. We have rhythm. We connect this way without speaking or even explaining it. Fuck him. And jack him. And rock on my cock. Fuck him. And jack him. And rock on my cock. And I see it in his eyes before it even happens. I feel him tense and I know he's going first. He moans and he whimpers and he almost makes a cry-sound. He cums. He dry cums. He gets his little shivers. And he doesn't even stop. Just keeps rocking up and down on my happy hard fat one. He doesn't even miss a stroke. My big boy. My brother. "You want some cum?" I ask him, raspy breath and on the edge. "Fuck me, Casey," he looks in my eyes. First time I ever heard him say the word. "Fuck me right up my asshole and fill me with your cum." I grab his hips. I grunt. I bury it in him. It shoots off like fireworks. Like Christmas. Like summer in a tent at 15, with your little brother's rectum wrapped wildly around your fuck stick. I don't know what heaven will be like. I really don't know. It'll probably be better. But this will be second. "I love you, Jackson. You know that don't you?" He nods. He leans into me. He kisses me some more. We spend the night like that. Naked. Two brothers. In a tent. Hearts beating. We kiss each other to sleep in the humid cool summer with crickets chirping. And when I wake up in the night to pee. I unzip the tent flap, piss in the grass, and zip it back down. I spoon him. He's warm. I'm hard. I fuck him again. # # # # # # # # # # Night #4 in the tent. I'm listening to some music. Got the ear buds back in. Pwince is staying overnight again, so God only knows who's coming out this time. ZZZZZZZZIP! It's Jackson at the flaps. And Pwince right behind him. They're in. They zip it shut. They're out of their clothes in ten seconds flat. "Well, this is a double surprise," I say (but it's not). "Pwince is a little P-O'd," says my brother. "You are?" I feign innocence, looking at Pwince. "I'm pwegnant, you know," he says with a glare. "So I heard," I tell him. "That's impressive. Congratulations." "Don't you think when you have a pwegnant wife, you shouldn't be putting your pwick in your own wittle bwother?" "I hadn't thought about it that way," I say to him honestly. "I apologize. Sincerely I do." "Okay," he says, reaching for my cock, which is already hard. Off comes the Vaseline cap. In go his fingers. He's lubing me up. My brother Jackson is backing his naked ass up to my nose. Oddly, kind of out of nowhere, Jackson hands me a Charms Blow Pop and says, "While you're fucking Pwince with that, I think I'd like you to fuck me with this. Then eat it. Then tell me what it tastes like." "Whatever," I say. "It's your lollipop." Pwince says, "Hey! Pay attention! No talking! I will wide your pwick till it makes me another baby, while Jackson pways Doggie Sniffers up your nose and you sucker fuck him. If there's a Bwow Pop invowved, I do NOT want to hear about it." Sounds good to me, I think, as I settle back into the magic of summer to get a cock and a noseful of sweet boyhood sexiness. Sticky and dirty, full of cherry sweet surprises. You can never get enough of that stuff, am I right guys? Yeah. Turns out we made a whole lot of babies that summer. Used a lot of Vaseline and Jergens Lotion, too. Only one Charms Blow Pop, but still -- What a year that was. Fucking Jackson. Fucking Pwince. # # # # # # # # # # Love, Zachyboy z.blake@mail.com