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story codes: (t/b, b/b, mast, oral, anal, incest)   
style: contemporary



“Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun
I know we've only met but let’s pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some
And live while were young” -1D


STUTTERING SAMMY    by DEBONAIR


1.

   Sammy thought something was wrong with him. Beside the fact 
that he could not pronounce a sentence without pausing to catch 
his breath, he woke up every morning with a stiffie.

   “d d d Dammit…” the ten-year-old boy mumbled, leaping out from 
under the Spiderman sheets, dashing to shut the door.

Dealing with the stuttering was already plenty enough of an 
annoyance. He didn’t want to chance the rest of the family noticing 
the small tent in front of his pj pants. On the embarrassment scale 
of 1 to 10, Mommy seeing you with a boner rated as a 10. He 
hurriedly gathered clean clothes to bring to the bathroom. There, 
it would be safe and private. He would get rid of the problem. 

But as Sammy grabbed undies and socks, the reflection of his 
freckled face in the window caught his attention. It seemed like 
there were less of the teensy blemishes recently. Were they really 
disappearing? He took a second to inspect himself closer. The 
fiery orange hair atop his head was a wreck. The unruly mop stuck
up like the wig of a clown. He chuckled. And that’s when he saw 
HIM again.

Right across from the side yard, in the upstairs bedroom parallel 
to his, the teenager was parading shirtless, getting ready for 
school. Ryan Delovitt, fifteen, without a doubt, the weirdest boy
on the street. 

Most mornings, Sammy didn’t see the curly-haired neighbor. But on
the mornings when their gaze met, the tall boy immediately gave him
the finger. Then, he strolled to the window, pulled down the front
of his boxers and shook his hips. 

From that distance, Sammy could only make out a blurry dark patch
of pubes and something that looked like a very limp sausage 
flopping all about. It was a confusing spectacle of exhibitionism.
And obviously, Ryan did not have the same boner issues when he 
woke up.

Sammy often wondered why Ryan did that. They didn’t know each 
other. They didn’t even exchange a glance when they crossed each 
other on the sidewalk. What had he done to deserve such provocation? 
Was it because Ryan hated redheads? Or did he despise younger kids
altogether?

That Tuesday, their gaze met. Ryan repeated the same bizarre 
ritual, a finger and a naked dance. Sammy returned the obscene 
gesture, lifting his middle finger at the gangly teen. Then, he 
headed to the bathroom, cursing under his breath, 
“f f f Fuck k k off.”

2.

   Behind the locked door, Sammy breathed a sigh of relief and 
took off his pjs. A little bit of sticky white stuff had soiled 
the crotch area. “spe spe Spermies!” he muttered, throwing the 
dirty nightwear in the hamper.

His little dick was so hard that it ached. The foreskin had 
retracted completely under the crown of the reddish head. He 
touched the slope above his stiffie, checking for hair, nothing. 
So far the fuzz had only sprouted on his upper lip. Something he 
was still proud of, considering only a few other ten-years-old 
boys in the fifth grade displayed the same sign of maturity.

As he approached the toilet bowl, he pulled his boner down and let
it snap a few times on his belly. His big sister was already 
banging on the door. 

   “In in IN A MIN…” he began to shout and then gave up mid-
sentence to focus on peeing.   

The stream of urine splashed all over the area of the toilet bowl.
Sammy tried to aim the piss at the water but it was impossible to
control his rebellious little whizzer. He leaned forward, raised 
his bare butt, managing to hit the seat. Close enough. There were 
more pressing things to do.

He grabbed a bar of soap, turned on the shower and jumped 
underneath it. The warm water caressed his delicate skin, running
down the nape of his neck, then his naked back, between the cheeks
of his scrawny butt, cascading in rivulets on his inner thighs, 
right down to his dainty feet. He washed himself quickly, hearing
his big sister bang on the door again.

   “You’re gonna USE UP ALL the HOT water, LIL’ BASTARD!” she 
yelled.

Sammy scrambled to scrub all the zones he usually covered. But 
despite the urgency of the situation, when the moment came to wash
his behind, he let the bar of soap linger in the smooth crack of 
his butt. The sensation of the slippery cake rubbing against his 
bum hole was so good. With his forehead on the tiles of the wall,
he moaned softly, pressing the bar of soap on the opening. The 
tingles soared and all his naughty parts were fully awake.

Soon, it wasn’t enough. He spread his feet in the tub and bent 
slightly. His soapy fingers did magical things back there, one at
first, deep in the folds of his pucker. Then, he shoved a second 
one in and the tight ring clamped down on both digits.

Whimpering noises escaped his lips as he stabbed his tiny fingers
hard into his anus. Sometimes, he didn’t even need to touch his 
dick in order to cum. The pleasure would flood his febrile body 
strictly from the crude stimulation. But that day, his annoying 
teen sister was ready to kick the door down.

   “I SWEAR I’m gonna KILL you!” she barked.

Sammy expeditiously tugged on his erection with one hand and 
continued to finger fuck himself. “Unnnghhh!” His legs trembled. 
“Unnnghh!” His muscles tensed up. Relief came fast. His balls 
contracted and the wonderful jolts electrified his penis. 

Finally, it was softening.

3.

   Sitting at the breakfast table, Sammy manifested little 
appetite for his bowl of Alphabits cereal. He stared at the little
letters floating on the surface of the milk. Some of them he could
not enunciate without stammering like 'M', 'D', 'T' or 'C'. The 
efforts required to say the words containing those pesky throat 
blockers exhausted him.

He had combed his short hairdo neatly, separating the orange mane
right down the middle. Despite this, his mom fixed it. "So have 
you thought about joining the soccer team?" she asked out of the
blue.

  "n n No." Sammy retorted.

  "It would do you good. You could make friends, uh. It would 
build your confidence. Aren't you tired of being alone all the 
time?"

The little boy diverted his eyes to his shoelaces. He already 
cultivated enough anxiety facing the schoolmates who always teased
him and called him a dummy because of his speech impediment. He 
certainly didn't want more kids to gang up on him!

  "I I I'm okkay, m m mum," he said, already panting. "d d d 
Don't-"

  "-worry?" his sister finished the phrase. The one thing Sammy 
hated the most. Teenage girls could be such bitches.

  "Concentrate," his mother raised her voice. "Try to think of the
syllables before you say them. You can do this!"

The little redhead opened his mouth, but only a strange throaty 
noise broke the silence. The spoon in his hand started shaking, 
clacking against the bowl. The nostrils of his button nose flared
and his ears turned red. Luckily his dad came to the rescue, 
deigning to withdraw his eyes from the morning paper.

  "Don't pressure him," he said in a reasonable tone. "You'll make
him nervous and it's going to be worse.”

   “Can’t we send me away to a place where they will cure him?” 
Sammy’s sister butted in. “Maybe they can give him some shots or 
something?”

Sammy turned to her, silently sticking his tongue out in the 
rudest way. 

The rest of the week was uneventful. Nothing much ever happened in
Sammy's daily routine, except for the random taunting that came 
with being a social outcast. He sailed through the days, content 
with the monotony of solitude, never expecting life would throw 
him his first very own curveball. 

Coming back from the library for supper, the young bookworm found
Ryan Delovitt sitting on the couch. His arm was wrapped around his
sister's shoulders. Sammy froze at the entrance of the living room. 
No way! His sister was dating HIM?

Noticing his arrival, she unglued her eyes from the TV for the 
dispassionate introductions.

   "This is my dorky brother Sammy," she declared flatly and 
turned to the kid. "This is Ryan, my new boyfriend. He lives next
door." 

   "Hey," the teenager piped up and put a hand on his crotch.

Sammy remained petrified, as if he'd seen a ghost. Ryan ogled at 
him with his evil beady eyes and that revolting crooked smile of
his. This could not be happening? It had to be a nightmare? Sammy
trotted away to his bedroom without saying a word, glancing back 
at the teen couple in disbelief.

From then on, Ryan frequently came around to smooch with his 
sister. It was odd to have the older boy there, so close. The 
weird neighbor wore frayed jeans and faded tee-shirts of unknown 
rock bands. His sneakers were ugly purple Converses. He was always
polite and never did anything that would reveal his true 
personality in front of mom and dad. 

But Sammy knew the other side of Ryan. For that reason, he 
cautiously planned his trips in the house in order to avoid the 
intruder. Inevitably, they bumped into each other in the hallway.
On those occasions, the tall boy would lean over and whisper nasty
things, "Your sister was a big slut last night!" or "Did you know 
your sister swallows?" 

It enraged Sammy. He couldn’t talk back because his voice would 
surely fail him. 

With time, he began obsessing about everything Ryan said or did.
He wondered what it would be like if he was his sister? He pictured 
Ryan kissing him. He could see the naked teenager with his big 
hairy dick. His hands were touching him, groping his butt and his 
privates. 

One evening, before he dozed off, the fantasy aroused Sammy. His 
hand snaked under the elastic of his pjs to pull on his stiff 
little pecker. He masturbated gradually faster. The pleasure was 
soaring. 

Then he stopped abruptly, shaking his head to cleanse his mind of 
the vulgar teenager. Why did the older boy affect him so much? 
Sammy shut his eyes hoping sleep would spare him the humiliation 
of this awful infatuation. But he couldn’t help himself. His 
fingers returned to his boner, tugging and tugging on the little 
piece of hard flesh.

The sudden grip of ecstasy paralyzed him on the mattress. 
“Unnnggh!” he groaned, staring at his crotch where his little dick
twitched back and forth. A single droplet of milky fluid formed on
the tip of the head. 

Relieved, he idly fondled his silky nut bag, taking a moment to 
float on the peaceful vibes that numbed his brain every time he 
came.

4.

   Whenever Ryan dropped by the house Sammy’s soul swung between 
repugnance and attraction. He spied on the teen couple, watching 
them make out. The curly-haired teen sucked his sister’s face 
until their lips were red and swollen. They caught him repeatedly 
and his sister called him a ‘Peeping Tom’.

Strangely, on Sunday, the lovebirds let him watch a movie with 
them. Sammy sat quietly on the couch next to the older kids, 
feeling accepted. 

In the middle of the horror flick, his sister went to the kitchen
to make popcorn. Alone with the unpredictable teenager, Sammy’s 
hands became clammy. He started to shift uncomfortably on the 
cushion, fiddling with the hem of his shorts. He stared at his 
socks, knowing Ryan was glancing sidelong at him. The sudden pain
of the punch on his arm shot up like a strike of lightning. 

   “Oww!” he cried out, retaliating right away, throwing his small
fists at the teen's jaw. 

The older boy avoided the meek jabs and chuckled. The next instant,
they were rolling off the couch for some serious roughhousing.

   "You're a feisty one!" Ryan commented. “I’m gonna enjoy beatin’
you!”

Sammy growled. His heart was thumping madly. He flailed his short
legs, bucking and kicking. After a few good hits, he figured he 
would triumph. But Ryan easily flipped him over and pinned him 
down on the floor. Sammy suppressed a scream of pain. He didn't 
want to alert his sister. He was old enough to take care of 
himself. She probably would just sneer, anyway.

Ryan's body pressed hard on top of him. The teen's tongue invaded
his ear and wiggled there, bathing it with saliva in a most 
disgusting fashion.

   “D’ya like my version of a wet willy?” Ryan said.

  “Arggghhh!” Sammy growled some more.

Chin on the carpet, he tried to escape, to no avail. The big hands
held his wrists tightly. There was no possible way to fight back.
He felt the mass move over him. The victor was dry humping him, 
grinding his groin on his butt. The pressure of the weight crushed
his little boner painfully against the floor.

    "g g get off f me!" he whined.

    "Hmmmmmmmm you’re so skinny," Ryan cooed, and with a syrupy 
hushed voice he added, "You know what? I'd love to fuck you up 
the ass."

Sammy summoned all the energy he could muster and finally wriggled
out of the grasp of the barbarian. He darted away, glancing back 
to see if Ryan was chasing after him. The teenager rested on his 
flank, snickering, his tee-shirt bunched up exposing the faint 
line of hair that went up to his belly button.

   "You'r r re an n ass ss sshole!" Sammy raged at a good 
distance.

   "Oh, come on. Don't be a pussy. You're such a stuck-up kid, 
that's why you don't have any friends." Ryan said calmly.

   "That's ss n n not t t true," he countered. 

   "Come back, I wanna play with you. I promise I won't rape you."

   "n n n No!"

Ryan chuckled again. "I bet you don’t even jerk off yet. You're 
hopeless."

Sammy felt the heat of tears rushing to his eyes. He clenched his
fists, angry with himself, angry with the world, angry with 
everything he could not understand.

   "I'm a nice guy," Ryan continued. "I know exactly what could 
help you make a lot of friends. If you come to my house after 
school tomorrow, I'll give it to you. Okay?"

   "Wha wha what is s s it?" Sammy asked, prompted by his natural
curiosity.

   "It's a secret." Ryan murmured. "All you have to do is suck my
dick to find out."
   
5.

   The room was a cluttered mess and a Peavey amplifier took up 
more than half of the space. It reeked of feet and pot smoke. Some
fast food bags and soda bottles littered the floor. On the walls 
of the teenager’s bedroom, giant posters of album covers served as 
decoration. The most original ones, Nirvana’s ‘Nevermind’ for 
instance and some truly disturbing ones like ‘Butchered at Birth’
by Cannibal Corpse.

Ryan lounged on his unmade bed, wearing only a pair of boxers and
white socks, waiting for the kid to show up. He was convinced 
Sammy would come. If there was one thing he could state as an 
absolute certainty, it was that men and boys were all horny hogs 
ready for action.

After all, he had had many encounters with straight guys acting 
all macho who suddenly morphed into raging cocksuckers as long as
they were secure with the fact their secret wouldn’t be divulged.
Also, he had had many sexual experiences with younger boys, 
starting with his six-year-old brother.

The tyke kept pulling down the front of his shorts to expose his 
stiffie. He would say stupid things, “My weenie is angry, it 
doesn’t wanna go down!” or “My weenie is telling me to look at 
the sky!”  

Ryan grew impatient of the small boy’s ignorance. He gladly 
performed his brotherly duty, teaching him how to yank it and get
the most out of it. From then on, the youngster was hooked. He 
pestered Ryan for more games that made his body feel nice. Within 
three weeks, the scamp was taking cock in one hole or the other 
and loving it.

Ryan, then thirteen, couldn’t believe his luck. He had his own 
real live sex doll to put in practice what he’d learned about sex.
Perhaps, the greatest wish of all pubescent boys spinning in their
hormonal cyclone. 

His folks didn’t ask too many questions when he suddenly changed 
his attitude and willingly agreed to babysit, whereas before he 
fussed. They couldn’t possibly conceive a good kid like Ryan 
utilized that time to have buck naked hardcore sex with the 
second born in every room of their home.

During those evenings, Ryan never held back. He banged his kid 
brother’s tiny bottom real good. The tyke craved it and even 
invited friends over to learn all the joys of sex with his cool 
big brother. Before long, Ryan became somewhat of an elementary 
school legend. Over the span of two years, he sodomized at least 
twenty little boys, most of them half his age. 

Things got out of hand. There were so many children coming to the
house, Ryan feared neighbors would get suspicious. So he put a 
stop to it, choosing to take on the frustrating and often fruitless
endeavour of dating girls like all the other guys in his class.

He would make an exception just this once for his girlfriend’s 
brother. The kid was a spaz, a creepy lil’ freak in need of all 
the help he could get.

When the doorbell rang, he grinned wickedly.

6.

   The steps squeaked as they headed upstairs. Ryan guided the 
little boy, hands on his frail shoulders, making sure he would not 
chicken out. Inside the bedroom, he closed the curtains and 
turned to the kid, “Strip out of your clothes.”

   “n n Now?” Sammy peeped.

   “Yes, of course now.” Ryan snapped back. “I’m doing you a favor
here, let’s go!”

With that, Ryan sat on the bed and observed his young guest. The 
kid kicked off his running shoes and removed his socks. Then he 
took off his polo shirt. Ryan’s eyes roamed on the little redhead’s
thin chest. Sammy was so white. And there was a constellation of 
beauty marks on him. If it wasn’t for his nervous stuttering, the
kid would surely fit in, since he was pretty cute.

The little boy’s eyes were clear blue and a constant expression of
inquisitiveness illuminated his narrow freckled face. The cleft in
the middle of his bottom lip made his mouth look very sexy. Ryan 
couldn’t wait to see those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.

Once nude, Sammy fidgeted on the spot, visibly repressing the 
reflex to cover his childish package with both hands. Ryan 
glimpsed at the kid’s limp boyhood. It was elegant and without 
much foreskin. The pee-slit gleamed in the tiny wrinkled donut of 
skin. He knelt beside the boy, running his hand softly on the back
of his leg all the way up to his perky buttocks. 

   “I’ll show you how to do it,” he said, lowering his head to 
kiss the smooth skin around the pink genitals. 

He zoomed in closer and closer brushing against the small boyhood. 
Once in a while his tongue extended to swipe at the little scrotum. 
After a while, he locked his lips around the base of the kid’s 
penis and suckled gently. The delectable little thing throbbed, 
hardening rapidly.

   “Ohhhmmm hmmmmmm ohhh! Ohh!" Sammy moaned.

Ryan knew the boy was hooked. All little kids loved to have their
dicks sucked by him. He bobbed his head, going down until he 
bumped against the hairless mound then siphoned noisily on the way
up. In between his sucking, he flicked his tongue at the rubbery 
peg now sticking straight up.

Sammy’s high pitched moans were intensifying. Ryan continued for 
a while, both hands on the kid’s buns, drawing him into his 
sucking mouth. He didn’t want the kid to cum and stopped to 
remove his boxers.

   “Come over here,” Ryan called the boy, sitting on the bed and 
spreading his knees apart. 

Much to his pleasure, Sammy obediently got down and crawled to 
him. Ryan scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, flaunting 
his hard-on at the boy’s face. Sammy came nearer and paused to 
examine the six inches of turgid flesh emerging out of a bush of 
dark wiry hair.

   “Grab it,” Ryan instructed. “Okay, now pull on the foreskin 
and lick the head.”

Sammy giggled, doing what he was told.

   “That’s it, you’re doing awesome!” 

Ryan grinned widely seeing the kid stick his tongue out and twirl
it around the bulb of his dickhead. His red lips were glistening 
with pre-cum. 

   “Put it in your mouth and suck on it. It’s easy, uh?” Ryan 
stated. “You just gotta make sure to keep your teeth out of the 
way.”

Sammy giggled again before slipping the big boner in his little 
mouth. The teen groaned feeling the moist embrace of the lips 
sliding down the shaft. His eyes fixed on the boy’s mouth he 
surveyed the blow job intently. Sammy certainly wasn’t shy around 
cock. He slurped on the flesh, and nibbled the mushroom head. All 
of a sudden, he began to move his head fast, sucking and sucking 
constantly.

   “Ohhhh shiiitt wow! Yessss!” Ryan raved. “Put as much as you 
can in your mouth!”

The kid got a steady rhythm going. He leaned over the teenage 
erection and went down on it fast and furious. Ryan threw his head
back, basking in the pleasure, shocked that the little ten-year-
old spaz was devouring his cock so ravenously.

    “Ohhh gawd! Keeping going like this and you’ll get my secret 
gift pretty soon,” he announced, rising to his feet.

Standing over Sammy, Ryan flexed his knees, aligning his crotch 
with the kid’s chin. At this point, he didn’t need to tell him 
what to do anymore. Sammy cupped the pendulous ball bag in one 
hand and fondled it. With the other, he stuffed his mouth with the
dangling piece of hard meat, sucking it at once.

Ryan enjoyed seeing the kid kneeling submissively, his narrow 
mouth full of cock. He pushed a bit, cramming more flesh into the
stretched lips. The pleasure was mounting fast, weakening his legs.
Sooner than later he would feed a nice load to this hungry little 
boy! He could feel the sauce boiling in his balls, ready to 
explode. The relentless stimulation was unbearable.

He slipped both hands behind the kid’s head and locked the little
mouth on his prick. 

   “Orrhh! That’s it! Yeahhh! Swallow my cum like your sister 
oes!” he blurted out.

Just as the sentence ended, the first blast erupted, followed by 
the thick jets of gooey sperm that always made his brain turn to 
mush. He looked down at the little boy. Sammy’s eyes were wild and
aghast as he gulped down the abundant spunk clogging the entrance 
of his throat. 

Ryan didn’t care. He held the kid’s head between his thighs, 
emptying his hairy balls. The firm cheeks of his pale ass clenched
with every blissful spurt of cum and the echo of hoarse grunts 
soared throughout the house. “Urrgh! Urgh! Urrggggghhhhhhh!”


7.

    Sammy raced home and unlocked the front door. He climbed the 
steps two at a time. In his room, he lowered his shorts and undies
to the knees. His fist fervently pulled on his boner. The salty 
taste of Ryan’s cum still coated his tongue. It had been so 
exhilarating to be naked with the older boy. It had been so dirty
good to touch his dick and put it in his mouth for real!

A few flicks of the wrist and the convulsions of pleasure overtook
him. He yelped, collapsing and writhing on the floor, his bare 
butt springing. 

After his bumpy climax, Sammy inspected the bracelet Ryan had 
given to him. It looked like any other ordinary bracelet. Two 
leather strings, black and red, braided together. He questioned 
how the silly wrist band would help him make buddies even though 
Ryan had said, “Wear this. My little brother has one and he has 
lotsa friends. Trust me!”

At that moment, it just seemed to Sammy like the teen had 
fabricated a pretense to get him to suck his dick. Nonetheless, he
decided to keep the bracelet on, just in case it might possibly 
work.

The next day at school, Sammy noticed a couple other boys sporting
an identical bracelet. During recess, he moseyed near them but 
they didn’t even acknowledge his presence. The clock ticked. No 
one talked to him.

When the bell rang at three, he grabbed his lunch box and 
schoolbag. For a while, he hung out by the lockers, watching the 
turbulent crowd in the hallway, hearing their screams and shouts.
Everyone ignored him. Sad and dejected, he walked out, alone again. 

At the corner of Hemlo Avenue, a boy ran up behind him and tapped
his shoulder. 

   “Hey Sammy,” he heard the cheerful voice.

Turning his head to greet the boy, he smiled. “Hi, Ad d dam!”

   “Do you wanna come to my place?” the boy proposed with a sly 
grin. “We can have some fun…” 

Sammy beamed, withholding the urge to giggle. Adam was the cutest
boy at school. He had shiny blond hair and full lips. The popular
kid was older by a few months. He was class president and the only
one able to climb all the way to the top of the rope hanging from
the ceiling of the gym, somewhat of a heroic feat amongst fifth 
graders.

    “Yes ss s, sshh shh sure!” Sammy said eager to be with the 
golden mini god.

On the way to Adam’s house, Sammy’s eyes were aglow as he half-
listened to his new friend chatter endlessly about sports and 
stuff. Inside his bedroom, the blond boy hugged him and started 
kissing him on the lips. Together they shared a long embrace 
sticking their tongues in each other’s mouth. Sammy could feel 
Adam’s hands down the back of his underwear, kneading his buns. 
No one had ever demonstrated that much sensuality with him.

From the corner of his eye, he scanned the room. There were flags
of football teams on the wall and shelves bending under the weight
of trophies over a small bed and next to it a bigger one.

Adam broke the kiss and adjusted the front of his shorts. “I’m so 
horny! Let’s get naked and suck our dicks before my brother comes 
home from training.” 

Sammy shed his clothes quickly and joined the other boy on his 
bed. They rolled and caressed their vibrant bodies, skin on skin,
legs entwined. Sammy was impatient to impress his new pal with his
oral abilities. He pounced on the other boy’s dick gobbling it 
up right away. Adam’s penis wasn’t much bigger than his. It fit 
entirely in his mouth.

    “Geez, you’re horny too.” Adam remarked.

The blond boy shifted into the sixty-nine position and began 
slurping as well. Sammy appreciated the concept of working their 
little hard-ons at the same time. They were united. At times, he 
licked Adam’s hairless balls lazily, shutting his eyes, just 
enjoying for a moment, the sensation of the cute boy’s lush lips 
sliding wonderfully on his rigid little penis. 

Adam’s dick was circumcised. The head looked like a tiny helmet. 
Sammy liked to swirl the tip of his tongue all around it as if it
was a piece of candy before suckling it again with his moist 
little mouth. 

Everything was going great until Sammy noticed a shadow on the 
wall. A yelp of fright squeaked out of his mouth and Adam’s penis
popped out. His face reddened when he saw the seventeen-year-old 
hunk burst in the room.

Adam’s big brother acted like nothing was going on. He removed his
tee-shirt nonchalantly, revealing a chiseled chest drenched in 
sweat. 

   “You lil’ horndogs having fun?” he asked. 

   “Yeah,” Adam said. “Didn’t think you’d be back this early…”

   “Well I’m here and I got something meatier for you two.” he 
boastfully said, pulling down his jogging pants and briefs in a 
swift flamboyant gesture.

Sammy couldn’t take his eyes off the jock. Ethan was a projection
in the future of what Adam would look like; a blond stud with 
tanned skin, thick biceps and a stomach rippling with muscles. 

He followed his new pal, bounding to the feet of the statuesque 
teen. For the second day in a row, he had a big schlong in front 
of his eyes! This time, the cut dick was simply enormous and it 
had not risen yet. The fat white appendage hung under a patch of 
yellow hair along with a huge pair of balls. The spicy odor of 
Ethan’s manly package tickled his freckled nose. 

Adam began rubbing his lips on the side of shaft. Sammy aped the 
other boy’s initiative taking the other side. Together they licked
and nibbled the swelling flesh. Sammy wrapped his fingers around 
it to feel how heavy it was. He licked the cockhead, running his 
tongue over the ridges. Ethan hissed with pleasure for the first 
time when he hit the underside of the crown. He could see the 
teen’s belly quiver as he twirled his tongue. The huge penis 
hardened and curved upward.

   "Go ahead, take it in your mouth," Ethan suggested. "All the 
way in."

Sammy hesitated a moment. Then he leaned forward and swallowed 
until the dickhead nudged the back of his mouth. There was no way
he could take this entire monster. He almost gagged as the mass 
grazed the inside of his throat. Ethan’s erection was surely eight
inches long. He backed off and focused on doing his best to suck
the most inches.

   “Oh yeahhh, hmmmmm,” Ethan moaned. “Your friend’s pretty good 
at sucking cock.”
   
   “Lemme do it.” Adam squawked.

Sammy let go of the prick with regret. He sat on his heels and 
played with his stiffie watching the eleven-year-old boy suck his
big brother. Adam stuffed more and more meat into his little mouth
with each passing minute. It was obviously something he did often. 

Ethan pushed his cock further in, holding the back of his brother’s
head. Adam’s cheeks started to bulge out grotesquely. His slim 
neck ballooned like a frog's throat, making room for the massive 
cock. Excess spittle drooled out the corners of his mouth. Sammy 
gawked at the scene, amazed that a boy as young as him could 
swallow a dick that big all the way to the balls, without choking.

Ethan fucked his brother’s face a few minutes. He pulled out of 
his brother’s throat and they all moved to the big bed where the 
teenager hopped between their spindly legs to suck their stiff 
weenies. Sammy thought it was funny to see the wild jock, a hand 
on both their nut sacs, jumping from one boner to the other.

     “Hmmmm your sweet little dickies taste like cookies!” he 
said.

The next moment, Sammy was on all four, sandwiched between the two
brothers, sucking Adam’s penis again while Ethan took care of his
stiff pecker from behind. All the attention he was getting made 
him feel good like he was tumbling in fluffy marshmallow clouds. 
Perhaps it was true that the bracelet was a friend magnet?

The temperature in the room heated up. The sounds of their moans 
mingled in a cacophonous symphony. Sammy bobbed his head on Adam’s
erection. Meanwhile, Ethan smacked his bottom gently and sucked 
his little dick and balls.

   “Damn. Your friend’s ass is so hot!” Ethan commented, pushing 
his face into the crack of his butt.

Instinctively, Sammy dropped his shoulders on the mattress and 
clutched a cheek in each hand, prying his butt open, giving access
to his hole. The teen ran the flat of his wet tongue in the smooth
furrow. He circled his bum hole, teasing it cruelly. When the 
tongue made contact with the puckered hole, Sammy groaned. A 
shudder ran through his body. 

   “You like this, uh?” Ethan asked.

In response, a mewling sound came out of Sammy's throat. He felt 
the tongue become more aggressive. It started to drill. He 
loosened his sphincter in the same way he did when he finger-
fucked himself. Ethan was going at it insanely back there, 
thrusting his tongue in and out like a piston, nose snorting 
between his buns, mouth slobbering on his hole so much that a 
dribble of saliva trickled down to his balls.

Dazed by the sloppy assault, Sammy didn’t even feel it when Ethan 
spit twice on his quivering opening. The teenager also took 
advantage of his relaxed disposition and pressed the tip of his 
hard-on on his unsuspecting orifice. The plump cockhead popped in. 

    “Unnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh” Sammy let out a long wail. His
fingernails dug in the skin of his buttocks as the wide pole sank
deeply into him. He winced continually and his toes curled up in 
reaction to the brusque invasion.

The muscular teen started to thrust into him. At first, a 
spontaneous resistance overtook Sammy. The thick cock slid 
downward into his guts. His enflamed passage rippled and his 
virginal anus gripped the fullness forcing itself in again and 
again.

   “Ohhhrr! Your shithole’s so fucking tight!” Ethan cried out, 
swaying his hips. “It’s strangling my fuckstick like crazy!”

After two minutes, Sammy gnawed the bed sheets, panicking. He 
doubted that he would be able to sustain the pressure of the 
repeated lunges much longer. Yet, it felt so good to have Ethan’s
huge pulsing cock inside him. He wanted so much to please the sexy
hunk and not look like a dork in front of Adam. As difficult as it
was, he tried to relax. His hole seemed to get used to it faster
than he did.

   “Fuck him harder.” Adam said, playing with his erection on the
side.

The big hands grasped Sammy’s shoulders. Ethan adopted a faster 
rhythm, shoving his body forward and pulling him backward by his 
shoulders. And so Sammy started rocking back and forth with the 
vigorous pumping. Tingles danced inside his little boner. He 
thought he would come right then from the enormous stabbing mass 
inside his rectum.

    “Ooohhh ooohhhh ooohhhh” he hooted.

    “I wanna fuck you HARD soooo bad,” Ethan said. “You think you
can handle it?”

    “Yesss.” Sammy hissed.
    
The intense rutting turned even more brutal. Ethan’s cock pounded
deeper, stretching his hole painfully. “Urggggnhhh! Urgghhh! 
Urghhh!” he grunted. 

    “Ohhh yesss,” Ethan bit his lower lip. “Almost there, yessss,
I’m gonna stick it all in, Yesss, Ohhhhh!”

Sammy’s entire body stiffened. The teenager’s heavy balls began 
slapping against his butt crack. His small body was shaken so much
that he could only catch glimpses of what was going on when he 
pivoted his head. Brief peeks of the crazed stud squatting over 
the small of his back, driving all eight inches of his cock into 
his little rear end.

   “Geez, you’re nailing him!” Adam remarked, his eyes glued on 
the action.

   “Ohh, damn that’s good!” Ethan cheered. “Yesss, take my big 
cock! You like it, uh? You like that big hard fuckstick ramming 
in your lil’ boy hole?”

   “Yesss,” Sammy screamed. “Fuck my butt!”

It took a few seconds for him to realize his outburst had been 
flawless. He had not stammered at all. Had he?

   “Fuck my butt!” Sammy said again as if he was hearing his voice
for the first time. 

   “FUCK MY BUTT! FUCK MY BUTT!” he repeated in loop.

A great feeling of joy overwhelmed him. Tears of happiness welled
up in his eyes. He was cured! He could speak normally now! How the
hell was he going to explain that to his mom?

  “Ohhrr, you’re getting into now!” Ethan laughed.

And for the next minutes, the crisp noise of flesh banging against
flesh filled the room. Sammy bit the sheets again. His knees were
bouncing on the mattress. His feet were wagging in the air. Ethan
roared like a bull, banging his little ass like a mad man. Then, 
he suddenly groaned, “ORGGHH!”

Sammy felt the first spurt of hot semen gush inside him. He let 
out a plaintive howl and his legs shivered. As the sauce spilled 
in his bowel, his little dick twitched. He saw Adam pull on his 
pecker and climax too. A luminous grimace of pleasure contorted 
his beautiful face. The three of them were groaning and cumming 
together. 

Time seemed to stand still as they trembled, enraptured by their 
respective orgasms, each one hollering louder than the other at 
every higher peak on the ascending curb of ecstasy, then crying 
like wounded animals during the fall from grace.

Sammy winced when Ethan pulled out of his sore bum hole. A glob of
spunk bubbled out of the distended ring. He stretched on his side,
his fingers tentatively touching between his butt cheeks, assessing
the damages. The sight of his new friends all happy and energized
comforted him. They were catching their breaths and smiling 
grandly.

Ethan patted his chest like a gorilla. “Man, that was a great 
fuck!” he raved. “What’s your name?”

The little redhead raised his chin proudly and said, “sss ss sss 
Sam m m my.”


THE END