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story codes: (bb, oral, anal, incest)
style: contemporary 

"Let's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight in Suburbia. You
can't hide, and run with the dogs tonight, in Suburbia." - P S B





SUBURBAN SINNERS     by DEBONAIR

   
   I was just about to clean the aquarium when the phone rang. On 
the other the end of the line, the voice of my boss greeted me with 
a tone of urgency. The man never even saluted me in the corridors and 
I imagined it was a prank call at first.

"Mark! I have a big favour to ask you!" he said.

"What can I do for you sir?"

"My wife Karen got ticket for the opera tonight. Aida. A big Egyptian 
crappy thing. She's got her heart set on it. So I need somebody to 
baby-sit for the kids. I'm really desperate here. You have to say yes."

"I don't know sir. I've got big plans myself."

   The man wasn't exactly turning on the charm. It was obvious I was
the last choice on the list and he had run out of names to call. A 
good enough reason to decline the chore and piss off the arrogant 
bastard. Then again, he was the kind of manager who didn't evaluate the 
value of an employee by the quality of his work. But more by his ability 
to brown nose. I certainly didn't wanna miss the opportunity to improve 
my status.
   
   There was that other thing to consider. Since I had discovered my 
attraction to young boys, I always avoided babysitting for anybody. 
The sheer temptation would definitely gnaw at my soul if I was left 
alone with any of these mischievous creatures. The two sons of my boss 
were pretty darlings. I had seen their pictures on his desk.

"Come on Mark! I ain't got all day. The opera starts in twenty 
minutes." he urged me on.

"I really can't sir. I have a date tonight." 

"Cancel it. I want you here now! I'll make sure your expense account 
doubles on Monday."

"I--I--I--" I stammered nervously.

"Okay then. Karen and me are leaving right away. Come by the house. 
The kids will let you in."

                                -=-

   The suburban house was immense. A testimony to the profitability of
Pollutox Inc. I took a mental note to ask for a raise before pressing 
on the doorbell. The cheeky monkey who opened the door was the second 
born of the couple. 

"Hi Mister! My name is Nicholas and this is my brother Stephen!" he 
sang, pointing his stubby index finger at another lad sprawled on the 
couch.                                

"And I am Captain Kirk!" I replied, drinking in the kid's exuberance.

"No you're not!" he giggled.

   The older brother glanced at me with a distinctive sneer. I could 
almost here him think: 'What a moron'. He was a sullen kind of 
boy. About twelve, sturdy yet still trapped in a child's body. His 
silky light brown bangs cascaded on his forehead, almost covering his 
evil eyes. I figured he had been denied the job of taking care of his 
little brother. The responsibility probably snatched from under his feet 
by an overprotective mother. Might as well let him sulk I said to 
myself.

   Turning my attention to the seven-year-old imp, I tickled his tummy
through his t-shirt. His high-pitched squeals echoed in the hall 
until he crumbled to the floor. The young rascal was quite stunning.
His hair very blond on top of his little head. A delicious freckled 
nose in the middle of his mug and a smile under it that could melt 
the coldest mobsters.

   I introduced myself sincerely as Mark and took a seat next to the
quiet twelve-year-old. "Hi!" I exclaimed. He retorted with the same 
word, retaining his gaze on the television. Some kind of stupid MTV show 
was playing. I watched Nicholas construct a sculpture of Legos and 
joined him on the carpet. The colourful blocks had been part of my 
childhood also. Browsing through scattered Legos had me feeling like a 
little boy again.

   Young Nick was elated to see me at his altitude. I began assembling 
an elaborate plane hoping to impress the delightful child. All the time I 
admired the randy kid. The way he moved. The way his face made the 
most beautiful expressions as he searched for the right piece to fit 
on his work in progress.

   He wasn't wearing any socks and I longed to put a whole feet in my
mouth to nibble on his wiggly toes. Even more disturbing for my 
repressed libido. He had the baggiest white tennis shorts on his 
loins. Under them, oversized briefs with the face of Mickey Mouse 
etched in the cotton. My hands were shaking as I continued my plane. 
My eyes lingering between his legs to peek at his groin.

   When he shifted his elfin body, I could sometime see the contours
of a small testicle. At other times, the tip of his uncircumcised 
dickie would make a surprise appearance. I was going mad suddenly. 
Sweat trickling under my armpits. My cock twitching in my jeans. The 
older boy was staring intently at the music videos and I could rejoice 
in the obscene display of undeveloped genitalia.

"Do you have a big pee-pee? My brother has a big one!" the skinny 
child commented out of the blue.

"Shut up Nick!" the elder snapped, rescuing me from an embarrassing 
question. The youngster bowed his head and pursued assembling a house.

   For a whole hour I glimpsed at the rugrat's crotch. Getting dizzy. My 
plane was finally completed and Nicholas robbed it from my hands for a 
test flight. He pranced in the living room, making engine noises, 
whirling around like a spinning top.

"It's MY toy!" I pouted, pretending to be disgruntled. The angel 
leaned over my face and kissed my nose. His wet lips leaving a humid 
circle before he returned to his play.

"It's nine o'clock kiddo. Time to go to bed." I muttered, recalling my 
duty as a guardian.

"Noooo. Not yet. I'm not tired." Nicholas whined.

"Tell you what. If you get your pyjamas on, I'll let you stay up 
another fifteen minutes." I bargained with the bubbly tyke.

"Ok!"

   He dashed to his bedroom and came back with his Lion King pjs. I 
had not planned seeing the boy undress and took great pleasure as he 
removed his t-shirt. Sitting next to Stephen, I contemplated his 
immature torso. His tiny pink nipples over a protruding rib cage. A cute 
bellybutton at the centre of his taunt belly.

   He pulled down his shorts and undies without an ounce of shyness. 
I almost fainted. The kid's little wiener and nuts were in plain view 
of my boyloving eyes. Along with a glorious set of spankable mounds 
glowing in the light of a table lamp.

   From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Stephen had veered his 
gaze away from the television, onto his brother's naked form. A 
visible tent in his blue gym pants, at the junction of his slender 
legs, confirmed his fierce arousal. He was not a teenager yet but the 
dimension of his hidden treasure was promising. 

"I think you REALLY like your little brother!" I whispered softly in 
his ear. 

   The boy woke from his state of hibernation and raised his arms over
the lump in his lap. Utterly frightened and agitated. Usually, boys get 
overwhelmed by their hormones at around thirteen or fourteen. I sensed 
that the lad was already burdened with the sexual impulses, even though 
he was at the tender age of twelve.

   I prepared myself for a long talk after Nick had gone to bed. About 
the birds and the bees. And the normal attraction to the same sex 
when you are young and horny.

   Seeing that I wasn't bothered at all by his sudden erection. 
Stephen calmed down. His ballooning irises returning to their original 
size. He smiled wickedly and leaned towards my ear.

"He sucks me..." 

"What?" I blurted out. The hushed admission was echoing clearly in my 
mind. My startled response, a reflex from my disbelieving heart.

"He sucks me. He swallows too. and I fuck his butt also." he insisted 
with a wide grin of diabolic lust across his face. The boy chuckled as 
he watched my facade collapse in an expression of utmost shock. The 
young demon's mug was not yet scarred by acne. His childish traits 
disguising the true level of his sexual maturity. I was dumbfounded. 
My pulse racing from the blunt confession.

   Stephen rose to his feet. He approached his kid brother and 
removed his pyjama top. Nicholas had just finished dressing up for 
sleep and he looked at the bigger boy with confused eyes. "What's going 
on Stephen?" he demanded.

"Mark wants to see what we do when mom and dad are not there.." 
Stephen announced.

   I was totally paralysed on the sofa. Cursing at the young liar in my 
head. My reason coaxing me to stop the madness. My achy balls 
convincing me to let the scene unfold.

   Stephen tugged on the pants of Nicholas' pjs and the beautiful 
blondie was bare again, his worm flopping around as he freed himself 
from the garment.

"Mark doesn't mind if we suck our pee-pees?" he asked tentatively.

"No. He likes to suck pee-pees." Stephen retorted.

   With that, the twelve-year-old began licking the drawn scrotum of 
the excited child. His tongue swiping lavishly the hairless skin. 
Nicholas' small tube rose to the occasion. Inflating rapidly from the 
incestuous ministrations. 

   I was breathing erratically as the older lad serviced his little 
brother with amorous devotion. His lips swallowing the cocktail weenie
entirely until he was kissing the bald pubes. Nick's body was turning 
to gelatine while the hungry mouth ate his wobbly pecker. His knees 
sagging and his tummy quivering.

   Stephen wasn't any amateur. He had obviously done it before. Taking
advantage of all the gooey good spots he knew would make his sibling 
cry out of joy. His slippery tongue danced on the cherry dickhead. He 
grabbed the kid's buns and pulled on them to fuck his oral cavity with 
the miniature penis.

"Ohhh ohhhhh yeahhhh Suck it Stephen yeaahhh" the seven-year-old 
chanted, fixing his stare on the greedy lips of his big brother. 
"Tickle my poop hole too!" he suggested slyly.

   The older male swiftly turned the tyke on his heels and buried his
nose between his perky buttocks. Nicholas bent over completely and 
touched his toes to give access to the slithering probe. He cooed in 
the night, feeling the exquisite tingles of the thorough rimming. 
Stephen darted the tip of his tongue at the pink pucker. I could see 
it all. He put his whole mouth on the ring of flesh and thrust his oral 
instrument right into the tight rectal opening.

   When Stephen felt he had accomplished his deed, he pulled away from 
the asscrack, hearing the incessant begging of Nicholas for more of 
the tickly sensation in his moist hole. 

   I smiled at the dedicated lad when he refocused his attention to
the laddie's backdoor. He wasn't a bad kid after all. Nicholas 
savoured every second of the wet invasion. Five minutes later, he 
kneeled in front of his big bro obediently as he lowered his sweats to 
his knees.

   I would finally get to see the cock of that future stallion. 
Stephen peeked at me a second, just to make sure I hadn't lost 
consciousness from the incredible show. His bikini briefs were hugging 
wonderfully the firm globes of his butt. I smiled to reassure him and 
he swayed his hips seductively, pulling down his skin-tight underwear. 

   The prick that emerged from the confinement of his sexy bikini had 
my mind spinning. Six hard inches of boymeat. A perfect glistening 
mushroom head. Two beefy testicles hanging low under his rigid 
maleness. Not a single hair to spoil the ideal picture of my dark 
fantasies.

   Young Nick pulled down the steely phallus pointing at the sky, 
aligning it with his mouth to lap up the strands of pre-cum. He 
retracted the last centimetre of skin covering the bulbous glans and 
licked all around the spongy knob. His blue eyes twinkling from the 
naughtiness. 

   He opened his mouth wide to engulf the large boyhood. Stephen 
complimented him with his moans the more he stuffed his cavity with 
the throbbing penis. It was a very messy blowjob. The little boy's 
drool oozing all around the shaft of Stephen's solid erection.

   Nevertheless, the precocious tyke's determination wasn't deterred. 
He kissed, licked and slurped the engorged organ. Cramming most of it 
into his tiny mouth. Stephen grasped his head and fucked him orally. 
The bloated tip of his boydick creating huge lumps on his cheeks as 
it bumped the elastic skin.

   My manhood was threatening to leap out of my jeans. I feared all
the buttons of my Levis 501 would burst at the ceiling like in the 
cartoons. The kins' secret was true. They were right there in front of 
me. Only two feet separating me from their forbidden sexual activity.

   The more I concentrated on Nicholas' lips sliding on his Stephen's
rampant hard-on. The more a thick fog of ambiguous emotions clouded my 
brains. I was going crazy. This could only be one of my wildest wet 
dreams. I touched the cushion I was sitting on, feeling the texture 
between my fingers, waiting for it to vanish into a spiral of colours 
that would rouse me from r.e.m. sleep mode.

   I shut my eyes. On the count of three, I squinted, only to find
the seven-year-old still sucking his elder's boner. Stephen lounged
on the floor in order to fondle the kid's unattended pickle while 
he got blown gloriously. They were oblivious to my presence. 
Interested strictly by the pleasure their pre-teen willies could 
provide. Nicholas stopped bobbing his head to massage his sore jaw. I 
was afraid he would ask me to participate to the insanity.

"Do you wanna put it in my bum?" he asked his brother. His puppy eyes 
not at all scared by the adult request.

"Yep. Let's do it!" Stephen encouraged, squeezing one last time Nick's 
pricklet between his thumb and forefinger. The lively first grader 
raced out of the room, climbing the stairs to the second storey
gleefully.

  I was left with the horny twelve-year-old. He grinned at me as he
untangled his pants and undies around his ankles. "Nicky loves it when 
I stick it in his ass. You'll see!" he remarked, shucking off his 
Pearl Jam t-shirt. I don't know what restrained me from leaping on him 
to eat that gorgeous jutting boycock. And I didn't know if I had to be 
thankful for that invisible force. But in the end, I followed the 
youth up the stairs quietly. Keeping a good distance behind him to 
feast my eyes on his backside.

  Stephen made a pit stop in the bathroom to pick up Vaseline and led
me to their room. His drooling dick wagging in front of him while we 
strolled in the hallway. Nicholas was humping a pillow when we reached 
the large bedroom. I took a seat sheepishly on the opposite bed. My 
conscience disintegrating with every passing minute. I felt like a 
small kid again. A naughty boy who was fully aware he wasn't suppose 
to be there. 

  My voyeuristic eyes surveyed Stephen greasing his pole and drifted
to the lamb taking his position on the pillow. His little behind 
raised properly. His cute face staring back at me, lost in the 
frustrations of anticipation. He winked as if saying, this is so cool! 
You'll see Mark. I can really take that big dick up my bottom!

  Stephen crept behind him. Without any ritual he pressed his glans 
in the valley of the kid's fanny. The stiff member on the verge of 
pubescence wasn't thick enough to encounter any resistance from the 
well-used anus and it slipped easily inside the tyke. One inch, two 
inches, three inches, four, five, six. I watched it all plunge inside 
the teeny rear end.

  Nicholas squirmed slightly but accepted the slickened fuckstick 
willingly. Not a tear leaked from his big eyes. He let out a sustain 
"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" for the duration of the penetration but quieted down
after his brother's ballsack made contact with his own.

  What I was to witness was the most amazing slippery anal ride. The 
older lad began working his kid brother's shithole with frenzied lust. 
That boy was born to fuck ass I tell ya. He fed his entire prick into 
Nick's tail with vigorous hip thrusts. The strangling anal lips of the 
seven-year-old swallowing the stabbing bone as if they were munching 
on it.

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Nicholas lamented as the pistonning 
rod travelled in his guts.

   My tensed body shivered while I watched Stephen bounce on his 
lil' brother featherweight frame. The kid's high-pitched squeals 
confirming how much he enjoyed the casual buggery. The whole 
experience seemed natural. As if brothers were meant to fuck each 
other in the ass.

   The more mature boy gradually increased his rhythmic strokes. 
Plowing deeper and harder. Hissing from what I assumed was the 
tremendous grip of Nick's clasping sphincter around his shaft. From time 
to time, he took hold of the kid's delicate shoulders and sodomized him 
violently. The seven-year-old's body shuddered furiously as his big 
brother's hipbone collided loudly with his firm rump. A radiant grin 
would appear on his lips. Gurgling noises escaped his throat. The 
brutal assaults like a thrill ride at Disneyland. 

   Stephen had kept on his white sports socks. They would prove to
be essential later on. He twisted the small boy into all kinds of
acrobatic positions. Pounding at all time his hard peter. I would try 
to spot the cotton socks to discern where each boy was in the heap
of entwined arms and legs.

   Their passionate intercourse no longer tortured my soul. Nicholas
relished the jabbing piece of flesh in his entrails as much as I loved
to watch it. Stephen impressed me with his powerful hands. It looked
like they were wrestling when in fact, he was swinging the kid on his 
back. Rolling him on his sides. Or throwing him in the air. With the 
sole purpose of hammering his six inches into his tender ass.

   At one point, the giddy youngster straddled his brother's tower. 
Flexing and unflexing his legs to impale himself. For long minutes I 
was entertained by the imp riding the steely pole like a cowboy. 
Gobbling up all of it with his dilated orifice, until he was literally 
sitting on the smooth groin.

   Not satisfied, Stephen unseated the child and mounted him from the
front to rabbit fuck with all his weight. The absence of pubes over 
his boydick meant a clear observation of the copulation. I could 
see the root of his penis touch the opening of Nicholas's rectum. His 
plump balls bulging grotesquely as they lay crushed in the asscrack, 
denied entrance to the warmness of the child's insides. 

  Young Nicholas was a teaser and he started to play 'catch me', eluding 
his brother's embrace when he ejected from his asshole. But no matter 
how fast he tried to escape, the older male always managed to drag him 
back by his tiny feet to continue his coupling. And all I heard from the 
oldest was repetitive "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! YEAH! YEAH!" while he banged his 
little bro.

  Stephen shoved himself with more gusto all of a sudden while they 
fucked doggy style and I realized he was going all the way this time. 
Holding the kid's hips firmly, he drilled his swollen phallus into 
him. Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing harder and faster. The grimace 
on Nicholas' face told me the pre-teen bugger was doing wonders. 
Probably hitting his wee prostate head on. 

  I gazed between his slim thighs at his flailing genitals. The hard 
little cocklet was calling me. It was miserable. Hugging his flat 
tummy. Nicky thanked me when I let it in my mouth to suck on it.

"Ooooh OOooh I'm gonna come! Ooohohh ooooh I'm cumming! uh uh uh" he 
panted. 

   The little morsel quaked on my tongue. I counted the jolts of 
kiddie orgasm. Six times the little boy climaxed dryly. I quickly 
removed my head as he fell on the mattress. Stephen was still fucking 
him to the hilt with savage raids in his narrow rectum. In time, he 
groaned, totally exhausted from the anal coitus. With his penis deeply 
embedded inside the baby rectum, he spurted his timid load. 

   I wished I was able to see the fresh outburst of kidcum from 
Stephen's pisshole. Rapid frantic squirts of youthful cream. All I 
could do was marvel at the dimples in his buttocks each time a
trembling jolt of ecstasy raced in his spasming boyhood.

   Nicholas was asleep when his brother pulled out his softening 
prick from his gaping hole. His angelic face was flushed from the 
energetic union with the fantastic buttfucker. I put back on his 
pyjamas while Stephen took a shower. Much to my surprise, I found a 
pearl of white sperm on the rim of his puffy anus. With the tip of my 
tongue, I tasted the sweet liquid. 

   Kissing Nick's buns goodnight, I tucked him under the Star Wars 
bed sheets. Stephen bumped into me outside the bathroom. I needed to 
speak to him at once about the graveness of his actions. As I 
attempted to reason with him on the couch. Explaining how nasty and 
sick his relationship with his young brother was. In the back of my 
mind, he was bent over with my cock lodged up his bubble butt, spewing a 
gallon of spunk.

THE END.