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are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your
State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story
was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal.
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story codes: (tb, oral, anal, incest)
style: contemporary 





URBAN TAILS #1     by DEBONAIR
(The Little Brother)

   Shortly after my fourteenth birthday, I met a new friend at school.
He was a rustic boy of thirteen, a couple months younger than me, who
wasn't that interesting at first. However, as time passed by, I got to
appreciate Marcus. Just like me, he was born into a single mother
family and lived in the same rotten neighbourhood, in a large grey
building where all the rats wallow in their own filth.

Marcus had been expelled from his native rural school and it became my
duty to show him all the benefits of the big city. At that time, I was
in a growth spurt. All my limbs were lengthening rapidly. There was an
inevitable pubescent thin moustache over my upper lip and I covered my
black hair with gel to create a forest of little spikes. A golden ring
dangled from my left earlobe.

My new pal had progressed less further into puberty. His face still
bore the soft traits of childhood often associated with blond boys. He
rebelled against this image and coloured his shaven hair with scarlet
red or bright blue dye. He wore a stone washed denim vest and a pair
of jeans full of holes. Around his neck, a necklace consisting of
metallic beads completed his crabbed ways.

Together, we shoplifted goods at the mall. I introduced him to the big
shots of the hood, in order for him to get a job, as a courier of
mysterious packages. We shared the same desire to get out of the black
pit in which destiny had hurled us.

Then there was Jeffrey, the eight-year-old brother of Marcus. A runt
of the street, like us, who followed us everywhere we went. He was a
crutch for our illicit activities, a wound that never heals. Despite
our efforts to elude him, he always found us, sticking his pug nose in
our business.

The blondie was scrawny but turbulent. His squalling voice irritated
us when he called our names in the middle of the street "Hey, Marcus!
Cameron! Wait for me!"

The little brother from hell tagging along to hear every word that
came out of our mouths. We were his idols, I imagine. The role model
he should aspire to become. He aped us, changing his behaviour,
toughening up. Every sentence coming out of him contained the word
"Fuck".

Marcus and me, we practiced our cruelty with the kid. We called him
"dumbass" or "faggot" and "piece of trash". He received the insults as
if it was a slap, but remained cold as ice, withholding his tears. We
pinched his tiny boytits, hoping to scare him away and get a moment of
peace. It did not work, the imp survived all our tortures, determined
to annoy us.

As the weeks went by, I got accustomed to the presence of the whelp,
who made us laugh with his innocence. Marcus became my best friend and
we devoted many days to initiate Jeffrey to the techniques of petty
crimes. I spent all my free time with the teenager sent by the gods,
the coolest buddy on the planet. He understood me as if he were my
clone. Our friendship was mutual and I could almost read his mind. I
foresaw all his moves.

At least, that's what I thought. Until that day, when I learned from
Marcus, something that I never could predict. It was after our
classes, in Marcus' apartment, on the twelfth floor. We were all
sprawled on the bed that the brothers shared, browsing through a porno
magazine that Marcus had found at school.

During the rare occasions when Jeffrey was not there, we jacked off
usually, Marcus and me, watching the vulgar pictures. I felt no shame
in exposing my big hairy seven-inch prick. It was by far, more
impressive than the modest five-inch dick of my companion. He only had
a few wisps of yellow hair at the root of it and was quick to
compliment me on my virile asset.

But that day, Jeffrey accompanied us in our reading, killing any
possibility of intimacy. He approached us and attempted to put his
prying eyes on the obscene images, while we pushed him away with our
feet.

  "I wanna see, FUCK!"

  "It's not for a kid your age." Marcus said.

  "She's making me horny, this one!" I exclaimed, hiding the picture
from the little chap, who was boiling with anger because we were
excluding him.

  "I'm hard as hell..." Marcus whispered, his face betraying the
bitterness he felt, that we weren't alone to masturbate. "You know,
Cameron..." he mumbled, throwing a furtive glance to his little
brother. "I've got an idea that will make you go nuts, if you can keep
a secret..."

  "Ok." I answered, slightly disappointed that my best pal questioned
my trust.

  "The lil' fuck there, he gives me blow jobs..."

  "Shuddup!" Jeffrey barked, irate by the turn of the conversation.

  "And I stick him up the ass!" Marcus continued with a sly smile,
obviously elated that he had provoked the wrath of the brat.

  "It's not true!" the little boy denied, smashing his small fist on
the mattress.

The revelation of an incestuous affair between my two acolytes was a
delicious shock. The idea that the two brothers were involved in sex
games in their bed, before going to sleep, was totally plausible.
Still, my eyes bulged out of their sockets. "He says nothing to your
mom?!!"

  "No, I would cut his balls off!"

Jeffrey was greatly vexed and his mug had reddened. But, I don't
believe he comprehended entirely how much two young boys in heat could
lose their heads. How the flow of hormones and the quest for relief
could make us commit the worst vileness. Or else, he would have surely
left.

I examined him with a new eye, horribly excited. Before, he was just
another cute kid, with unruly golden bangs. An underfed little puppet,
full of energy. He was a squealer, showing his baby teeth when he
roared with laughter, rolling on the floor when we tickled him. All
this had changed.

That day, he had on an old pair of navy blue shorts, hugging his rump
in all the right places. His thin hairless legs were suddenly
appetizing. And I couldn't stop imagining my cock in his little mouth,
drool oozing down to his pointy chin.

  "We're gonna show Cameron, how you do it." Marcus suggested to the
youngster. "What do you say? Are you gonna let us fuck you for a
while?" Then with a mellow voice, he added: "If you're nice, we'll
steal brand new sneakers for you!"

I was surprised by the reaction of the giggling child, suddenly
drowning in the attention that we had bestowed upon him. He could have
fled, or take refuge in the security of the bathroom, behind the
locked door. But, he stayed on the bed, indicating to us that he was
agreeing to our proposition of gang banging him.

Marcus and I removed our sweaters, to demonstrate that we were serious
about this. The eight-year-old boy remained impassive in front of our
bared chests and we proceeded to undress him. I took off his miniature
white socks while Marcus removed his t-shirt. He resisted us, flailing
his legs, without really making much of a fuss. Together, we unzipped
and stole his short pants, then his Hanes briefs.

The small peg of the boy was already stiff as a nail. My hands
caressed that wonderful smooth child, as they would pet a dog. I
explored his immature body, squeezing his firm buttocks and toying
with his little genitals.

  "It tickles!!" Jeffrey chuckled.

  "Jack me off." Marcus ordered, already nude, displaying his half-
erect sausage.

I quickly stripped down and joined him. Jeffrey grasped both our dicks
in his small hands and kneaded them simultaneously. I watched our
poles grow, the elastic skin slowly retracting to expose our bloated
knobs. He masturbated me aptly, squeezing the throbbing flesh between
his short fingers.

Then, he filled his mouth with our testicles while he jerked us. His
little pink tongue licked my bag and the length of my stem. My penis
was gorged with blood, ready to explode as the boy tickled it with
swipes of his velvety tongue. Pre-cum juice was seeping from the tip
of my penis, for Marcus also. We were electrified, drunk like two
bulls in heat.

We traded turns in the mouth of Jeffrey, savouring the moments when it
was kissing our boners. The little boy was happy to please us and took
his time to lick the crown of our glans and titillate every inch.

  "Put it in your mouth, dammit!" Marcus voiced his exasperation.

I was not offended to see the other teenager get the first blow job and
observed attentively as the kid began his deed. He lowered his head and
gobbled up half of his big brother's phallus. Right away, he sucked his
elder with fervour, sliding his lips along the pulsating pole,
siphoning like a whore.

  "You should see how I come in his mouth!" Marcus said. "And the
little slut eats everything!"

I had shivers and waited for my piece of heaven anxiously. Marcus
grabbed the blond head and pulled it on his groin, shoving his cock
far in the oral cavity. "Uhhhhh suck me good." he murmured.

Jeffrey was drooling, lubricating his lips so that they glided on the
hardened maleness. He had his mouth full and whined when the hot meat
choked him. Nonetheless, Marcus managed to make him absorb all of his
penis, until his little nose was glued to his prickly pubic hair. He
plunged in his throat and moaned, fucking the face of the kid with long
languorous strokes for a while. I watched the pendulous nuts of my
buddy, bounce on the chin of his little brother as he exploited the
little mouth ruthlessly.

When my chance came, I opted to rub my dick in the kid's face, painting
his rosy cheeks with my slimy juice. His lips parted and I fed the
little mouth my burning flesh. I could see in his blue eyes that he was
stupefied by the size of my adult member. The little runt tasted my
cock and played with my heavy balls, swollen from churning sperm. This
time, he could not take all that I had to offer, and his lips were
stretched around my shaft. Despite this, Jeffrey persevered, slacking
his jaws to take more of my cock.

I could feel his tongue swirl around the helmet as he pumped my prick
with his frisky paw. During every instant of this fantastic blow job,
I shuddered, fighting with my arousal. "Stop!" I heard myself say, on
the verge of cumming.

Afterwards, Marcus and I watched the lad jump from one erection to the
other. He stimulated us a few seconds and went to the other. My heart
was pounding every time the demon approached to suck me. I was
overwhelmed by the pleasure that the narrow mouth was providing and
could only dream of the delights his minuscule asshole could generate.

  "Turn around Jeffrey, I wanna do your butt." Marcus announced.

A shadow crossed the boy's face. He executed the demand lazily,
presenting his adorable bottom for our appreciation. "You're gonna go
slow? Uh?" the squirt inquired, preoccupied with good reason.

We exchanged a glance, Marcus and me. I detected in the eyes of my
partner that the plan wasn't to be gentle. We were going to ravage the
little rascal's tender fanny, with all our might.

  "Shuddup and raise your butt higher." Marcus replied sternly.

Behind the kid on all fours, we smeared Vaseline on our rigid cocks,
making sure they were well covered. Marcus positioned himself behind
his little brother, who was slightly bent over, ready to receive the
painful invasion. The youngster had almost no buns and we could see
his pink orifice easily between the two small hills. I couldn't
believe my eyes and had difficulty imagining we could bury ourselves
into the small opening.

With the tip of a finger, Marcus furrowed in the kid's crack to spread
more lube. He rubbed around the puckered rim and pushed his index in
the middle, which made the child flinch.

  "You're ready, little faggot." Marcus commented, perching himself
behind Jeffrey. "Look at this Cameron!"

I surely was not going to miss the spectacle for anything in the
world. I thrust my nose to see this beautiful glistening prick poised
in front of the kid's bum entrance. Marcus held his tool firmly in the
palm of his hand and pressed against the hole. I saw the pink ring
open around the knob of my friend as he sank into his little brother.

  "OWWW! OWWW! FUCK!! It hurts!" Jeffrey lamented.

Marcus slowed down the penetration to relax the kid. Tears had sprung
to his eyes. Slowly, he continued his intrusion, until a good three
inches had disappeared. He started to slide in and out of the boy,
stuffing even more of his adolescent pole into his butt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssssss, it's so gooood to fuck this lil' fag!"

His hard rod glided easily between the globes of the youngster, and he
increased his tempo gradually. Meanwhile, Jeffrey was moaning and
cringing his teeth as if it was the first time. I could see everything
of the lurid scene. The big cock of my friend, splitting open the ass
of his lil' bro. Between the kid's leg, his flaccid pricklet swinging
back and forth to the rhythm of Marcus' pounding.

>From out of the blue, the teenager went in a trance and pistonned the
rectum of his little brother with intense strokes.

  "Ohhh I'm fucking you hard!"

  "Ughhhhhnn ughhhnnn! UUUUUGHHHNnnn!" Jeffrey wailed, completely
possessed by the steel spike hammering his insides. His delicate toes
were curled down, and all his muscles had stiffened from the effort of
supporting the repetitive assaults.

  "You like that little faggot! Uh? You like my stiff cock in your
butt!"

I was astounded by the endurance of my compares, ploughing deeply in
the ass of his younger sibling, without missing a beat. I hoped to be
as good. For more than ten minutes, Marcus slammed his fuck stick
into the tight anus. Then he pulled out, without leaving a drop of
jizz.

Jeffrey barely had time to catch his breath that Marcus flipped him
over like a pancake. He dragged his legs back next to his head. I had
before me, the eight-year-old boy, bent in two, his ankles firmly
gripped by Marcus at the other end of the bed.

  "Fuck him good, for me!" Marcus invited me.

I could not wait any longer. Jeffrey's anus had been loosened
dramatically. It was gaping, red, sometimes twitching in aftershock.
The idea of fucking a child briefly surfaced on my mind, summoning a
twinge of guilt, but I raised myself between his skinny legs anyway,
aligning my erection in front of his hole.

I watched the boy's face grimacing, and felt my cock enter the tight
hot passage. It excited me to see the boy's eyebrows form a scorn as I
buried myself into his tummy. He was used to his big brother's organ
up his hiney, mine was something else.

  "OWW! It's too big, FUCK!" he screamed, squirming like a worm.

The little sphincter had lost its strength and I could pursue the
dilatation of the tiny hole without much resistance and friction. It
was even better than what I had fantasized, to feel the anal lips,
adjusted around the diameter of my cock. Little by little, I could
slip with more ease into the narrow tunnel and reap the blissful
benefits.

The taut belly of the boy ballooned and ebbed with each of his deep
breath. He shook his head left and right as I reached new depths
inside his guts. A great little furnace that divine ass! I
disbelieved that I had succeeded in cramming my cock into it and
peered between my muscular legs, at that big swollen tube planted
into his anus.

I fucked him with more power, plunging three quarters of my cock in
his ass. Marcus was elated to see I had no hang-ups and could make his
younger brother squeal like a piglet. He grinned slyly, unaware I was
able of much more ardour. My groans intensified with my hip thrusts.
I wanted Jeffrey to remember my trip inside him.

  "Wait, I have an idea." Marcus stopped me.

Within seconds, Jeffrey was on all fours again. This time, skewered
at both ends by or slick teenage poles. Mine was between the glorious
mounds of his perky behind. Marcus fed him his cock with renewed
vigour into his mouth. The little imp could assuredly taste his own
shit on his brother's bloated cock.

It was the perfect tableau and we could use the little boy together
as we pleased. Jeffrey was eating the fat prick and whining as I drove
my enormous hard-on into him, gripping the front of his thighs so that
he got it real stiff into his pale little butt.

I heard Marcus groan loudly. "Watch this!" he requested my attention.
My eyes turned to his crotch, and I was rewarded with the sight of the
lad ejaculating in the cute face of the pre-teen. His ball juice
spurted in quick jets on his little nose. Soon, the boiling cream was
oozing all over his angelic face.

  "Cum in his ass now!" Marcus said, as he exited the bed. He gave me
a friendly pat on the buttocks to encourage me. I stayed alone the
youngster and pulled out of his insides. Jeffrey let out a long sigh
of deliverance. My balls were heavy like never before. The moment was
exquisite. I was about to empty my nuts into the little brother of my
pal, in front of his very eyes.

  "You must be tired of getting porked?" I whispered in the ear of my
young partner.

He nodded, his slim body sprawled on mattress, overcome by an obvious
fatigue. It was between him and me now. "Do as I say and it will be
over soon." I spoke softly.

He nodded again, knowing very well he had to give me my ultimate fix.
"I can blow your dick?" he offered bluntly. I smiled at the naive
proposition he had fabricated in order to avoid another rude
penetration.

  "No. Go on the pillow and spread your buns."

I would show him how a man fucks a ravishing eight-year-old boy. How,
even though I was only fourteen, I possessed the muscles to make him
experience prematurely, the fury of hard-core anal sex.

He was charming, stretched on his tummy, displaying his sore gaping
anus with both hands. I hoisted my lanky carcass over his, covering
him completely. My cock found its way easily into his shithole. The
last inches however, were denied entrance by the protective anal
muscle. I strained to bury them, gripping his slim shoulders, until
my curly pubes tickled his ass crack.

His small claws groped the sheets, I had impaled him to the hilt. He
trashed like an eel, yelping sopranos cries of discomfort. All I needed
to do, was relish the fruits of my labour. My hips did all the work,
jabbing my entire cock in the boy's rectum.

Jeffrey was pined down to the mattress by my weight and yelling at the
ceiling. He had definitely not considered being fucked by a huge
seven-inch prick, when he had accepted our agreement. I attached
myself to his scrawny body and shook him violently with deep strokes
of my thick cock.

  "Come on! Fuck him!" Marcus cheered on the sideline.

  "ARGHHH!! ARGHHHHH! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jeffrey hollered with more
gusto.

The bed was creaking and colliding loudly against the wall. I was
sodomizing the kid furiously, groaning and sweating. Much to my
surprise, I heard by balls slap against his rear end. It went flap,
flap, flap, counting the seconds passing by. I could have fucked him
that way for hours, savouring the amazing pleasure of that tight anus
strangling my cock.

Unfortunately, I felt my burning sperm rise in my urethra. My orgasm
was thunderous. The first spill exploded deep inside Jeffrey. I pulled
out quickly to see my pulsing pipe spit its sap. It was a faucet of
sperm, plastering the kid's back. The other spurts blasted on his ass
cheeks. In the end, the little brother was covered with our teenage
sauce.

Jeffrey endured the results of his brutal sodomy for many days,
refusing to sit no matter what. I stole him a new pair of running
shoes, as promised. He wore his 'Nike' with pride, knowing the way he
had obtained them. It was a magical pair of shoes you might say,
because they reminded him daily that his little butt did not only
serve the purpose of taking a dump.

The END.