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Subject: My Boyfriend’s Little Brother – 5 Thanks for picking my story. This story will have sex between men and boys and will include a few kinks as well. Like all the other stories say: if you shouldn’t be reading this or you think it will offend you, then don’t read it. This is all made up but doesn’t mean anything about the fantasies or sexual desires of the readers or the writer. Donate to Nifty – the more we support it, the more likely it is to stay here for years and years. I’m pretty new to writing but have been reading the stories since I found the site years ago – this is my first erotic story so let me know if you think it’s any good. ail ********************************************* My Boyfriend’s Little Brother – Chapter Five ********************************************* It had been two weeks since anything had happened between myself and Finn. Two weeks since I’d felt his soft lips against my cock. Fourteen whole fucking days since I’d felt the warmth of his little mouth envelop the head of my dick. The memory of that moment had taunted and teased me for that entire time: the thought of how hard he had sucked, how hungry that beautiful preteen boy had been for my spunk, was something I just could not stop thinking about. It didn’t help that I had to see him every day, locked down within the same space as him but unable to act on my desires and fantasies. There had been so many times when I’d just been tempted to throw caution to the wind and go for it but either Finn’s mum or my boyfriend always seemed to be around. On the rare occasion when there could have been a chance to get together, one or both of us had been stuck in an online lecture or lesson and so been unable act on the dirty thoughts that I knew we both shared. What made it all worse was the fact that he’d seemed to catch on to the teasing that I had been doing to him since I first moved in with my boyfriend and his family. Finn had turned it back on me and, now, instead of me getting him worked up with the flirty little touches here and there, he was doing it to me. He’d stopped wearing slippers inside the house so his feet were always either socked or completely bare: he’d wiggle his toes when he knew that I could see and it would bring me right back to that moment on the couch when he’d worked the full length of my thick eight-inch cock with his soft little soles and toes. Whenever I saw him, he was always either dressed in his school uniform (which he had to wear for his online lessons) or in a tight little onesie which hugged his body perfectly. Both of these outfits would get me chubbing up in my pants. Connor was getting the brunt of my horniness, not that he’d complain, and was serving as my release. We’ve always had an active sex life so, for him, there was no obvious increase in the frequency of our sessions but I was beginning to push him more. My sexy boyfriend has always loved sucking on my cock and feeling it right at the back of his throat but it wasn’t something we could do too often without him getting an aching jaw or soreness in his throat. The hornier I got, the less I started to care about that and, now, Connor was getting his throat fucked on a daily basis. He gagged and choked but he hadn’t complained: I guess the alpha in me had begun to reveal to same submission in him that I had sensed in his little brother. My boyfriend’s tight teen hole is getting a good workout too. For the most part, the fucks in our relationship have been more sensual and intimate: slow and controlled. Again, my frustration has been manifesting more in these sessions with Connor and there have been a few times when I’ve reverted back to how I was before we started dating. But, again, rather than complain about those harder sessions as I’d expected him to do, I’ve been surprised by how much my boyfriend loves being fucked roughly. So much so that he’s been asking for it more and more. “Oh fuck!” Connor moaned out, trying to be as quiet as possible, “You’re just so big…” He was right. At eight inches, I’ve always been considered big but, recently, it feels like my cock has been swelling even further – longer and thicker than usual – as if responding to how fucking horny I am all the fucking time. “Yeah, you love my big cock, don’t you baby?” I growled at him. He whimpered as I drove it all the way, balls deep, into his hot little hole: “Yessss – please, I need it…” I knew that he could feel my cock throbbing against the velvety soft walls of his arse which were clinging to me, desperately trying to pull me in further. I know that my lust for his little brother was making me hornier than normal but, as I looked down at him, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and sexy my boyfriend was. He was laid back on the bed, his body bare for me: his skin pale and smooth with a pattern of freckles down onto his shoulders; his beautiful green eyes which were now rolling back in his head; the shine of his six-pack as the sweat dripped down off of me and trickled over his body. I was so lucky to have him in my life and I did love him so utterly and completely. It just so happened that I’d also had the fortune of finding another perfect, younger version karşıyaka escort of him that I could claim as my own as well. Speaking of Finn, he was the only other person in the house at that moment: Ellen’s work as a nurse meant she was out of the house a lot. I knew that he was in his bedroom with only the wall separating us. As such, I didn’t share my boyfriend’s desire to be quiet. In fact, for me, it was quite the opposite. “Fuck!” I cried out as I pulled my cock back to the head and slammed it quickly back into him, “You’re so fucking tight!” The eighteen-year-old beneath me writhed in pleasure before panting out: “Har… harder… fuck… harder…” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed hold of his legs which were pressed up against my body, his ankles on my shoulders, and used them to really drive my cock home: “Fucking take it! You fucking love it, you nasty fuck.” “Sh… shh… Finn will…” he started to say, unable to get his words out properly with the pounding I was giving him. “I don’t fucking care!” I groaned. “Bu… bu….” I thrust my hips faster, harder, the sound of my heavy spunk-filled balls slapping against his cheeks filling the air around us: “He knows what his big brother is…” “He.. he…” I pushed further, the subject of Finn making me feel even dirtier: “He knows you’re a slut that loves being fucked. He knows I slam my big fucking cock into you… every… fucking… day!” I was shouting now, secure in the knowledge that the beautiful twelve-year-old in the next room could hear everything we were saying, and my raised voice, and the way I punctuated my words with my thrusts, made my boyfriend raise his own. “Oh fuck… you feel so fucking good! Fuck me Jack! Fuck me!” For the next ten minutes, I continued to slam the fuck out of my boyfriend: our moans and grunts and cries probably filling the whole house and I knew that Finn would be laid there on his bed, his little dick stiff listening to his brother get treated like this. I swear, the cry when I shot a huge load deep into him was almost animalistic. Connor is a snuggler. It’s one of the ways in which he’s changed me as I never used to be but, after we’d both cum, we just laid there cuddled up together, enjoying the afterglow. There’s nothing like starting off your day with a hot, rough fuck though we both did end up falling back asleep afterwards. As had been the case for the last few nights, my dreams were dominated by Finn. Even when they weren’t sexual in nature, he was still a central focus and I knew that my desire for this boy was growing into an obsession. In my mind, Finn and I were doing just what Connor and I were doing in the waking world: snuggling up together. He had his head just above my armpit and his little fingers twisting the hair on my chest. My arm was around his body with my hand cupping his little bubble bum. He was laid on his side with his leg up and over me – his knee resting on my abs and his cute little size 3 foot tucked under my hairy balls. Neither of us was saying or doing anything. In the dream, we just laid there, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. I was actually disappointed to wake up from this perfect fantasy to find myself completely alone in the bed. Connor was up and getting everything set for his first online lecture of the day. Both he and Finn had pretty full days today whereas I didn’t have a single session scheduled so was going to enjoy a very lazy day. In the spirit of that, I didn’t get up for another forty-five minutes or so and only pulled myself out of bed because my boyfriend’s lecture was about to start. Whilst I’m sure some of the other students on his course would have been happy to see a mostly naked man laid exposed on a bed in the background, Connor didn’t think his lecturer would be too pleased so kicked me out. I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash over me and cleanse my skin and, once dried, dressed only in a pair of boxers and my dressing gown. Again, along with the lazy day plan, I wasn’t going to bother dressing until just before Ellen got home in the evening. Besides, I was sure that neither Connor nor Finn would complain about seeing more of my body and it was about time I teased him a little more than he was teasing me. At least, that was the plan but, as I stepped out onto the landing, everything changed. I was at the top of the stairs and about to head down for a hearty breakfast and a diet of crappy morning TV when I noticed that Finn’s bedroom door was open. From where I stood, I could see his reflection in the mirrored wardrobes. They were on the wall directly opposite the wall his bed backed onto so, from this angle, I was able to catch a little of him laid on his bed. I could only make out his legs and feet: his calves looked bare, the smooth skin pale in the light but he was wearing socks: little grey ones with white toes and a white heel. He moved and wiggled them as if in response to me seeing him but there was no way that he could have known that I was there. Now, for me, I’ve always been heavily into having a more submissive boy worship and lick my feet, much like Finn had already done. But with this sexy kartal escort little ginger boy, there was something about his smooth, soft size 3s that made me want to play with them: to breathe in his scent and to taste them on my tongue. Maybe it was because of how he used them on my cock or just because they belonged to the most beautiful boy in existence but, either way, I wanted them. Seeing them in the mirror like this, it was like they were being offered to me and I couldn’t resist any longer. Softly, walking on my bare feet, I moved towards his doorway, each step revealing more of him to me in the mirror. Finn was laid on his bed with his laptop on his tummy. The cheeky boy dressed his top half in his school uniform – a white shirt with blue and white striped tie and a dark blazer – but hadn’t bothered to dress anything that wasn’t going to be on camera so he was just in his boxers and socks on his lower half. I could hear his teacher talking and some replies by members of his class: there was clearly an English lesson in progress. Of course, I shouldn’t disturb him. I definitely shouldn’t risk going in and doing anything while he’s on camera and in a lesson with his teacher and the rest of his class. It wouldn’t be logical, would it? But then, at that moment, I wasn’t thinking logically: the lustful centres of my brain were definitely in charge and so I walked right in and closed the door behind me. “What are…” Finn started to speak as he saw me walk in but I held up a finger indicating to him to be quiet and then pointed at the laptop. I shook my head. “Focus on your lesson,” I whispered. Obediently, he turned his eyes back to the screen but kept glancing up at me as I walked across the room to the side of his bed. My right hand moved straight to the top of his thigh, right where the material for his boxers ended. He jerked slightly when my fingers made contact with his warm skin and I heard his breath catch. There was a small release as I started to move, my fingers tracing a path down his smooth leg until I arrived at the base of the bed. His eyes were on me as I turned to face him, looking up over his body, but I just nodded towards the laptop and he looked back at the screen. I sank lower, down onto my knees, his face disappearing behind the laptop and leaving me only with his exposed legs and socked feet. With one on each, I ran my hands up his calves and then back down, feeling him shiver and twitch at my touch. When I took them into my hands, his socked feet felt warm. I brought them both together and then, much to the preteen boy’s surprise, pushed my face into them. The cotton was soft against me as I breathed in his scent. There was a slight sweet smell, almost like a concentrated version of Finn’s own unique scent, and I found myself getting immediately hard in my boxers. Several thoughts for what I could do rushed through my mind and I was tempted to stand up and push my thickening cock through his soles and fuck them there and then until I showered the boy with my spunk. But I didn’t. No, I’d already flooded his older brother with my cum today so I was going to make this about him and about his pleasure and experience – about teasing him with naughty things whilst he was supposed to be learning. You see, I knew that Finn had to keep both his camera and mic on during his lesson. It’s one of the reasons why we had to have the house so quiet and all be in different rooms when we were all in lectures or lessons. And so I’d decided that I was going to play with Finn and see how well he could keep it together while I did. To begin with, I slowed pull off the white and grey socks to review of the soft, pale soles of his size 3 feet. As they were freed, he stretched and wiggled his toes, perhaps to tease me or just because they had been released from their confinement. Either way, I don’t think he was expecting what happened next. The little cutie gasped quite loudly as my tongue circled around the big toe on his left foot and he had to disguise it as a cough to keep the others in the Zoom meeting from noticing. My wet tongue trailed down his sole, tasting the sweetness of this boy as I drew little patterns and shapes on the soft skin. As an alpha, I was definitely more of a worshipee than a worshipper but something about Finn just made me want to do this. Given my limited experience in that role, I just tried to mimic what others had done to my feet and it must have worked because I could hear Finn’s breathing quickening and there was even a cute giggle or two. That was, at least, until a voice made us both jump. “Finn,” the noise came through the speakers on his laptop, “Whatever you’re doing, you need to stop and concentrate.” Even without being able to see him, I knew that he was blushing when he said: “Sorry Miss.” “Perhaps you can tell us what the author’s intentions were in that last passage, Finn?” And, as the beautiful boy tried to formulate an answer, I decided to make it more difficult and push him even further. Leaving his feet behind, I moved my hands up his legs and climbed onto the end of the bed. My fingers didn’t stop until they kastamonu escort arrived as the bulge that had formed just behind the laptop. Finn’s dick was as hard as rock, that much was clear as my fingers started to stroke it through the fabric. A little under four inches of rock-hard boy cock was straining there and now burning hot against my fingers. I continued to rub, slowly, until he finished giving his answer, a small patch of precum forming on the material but, as soon as he was finished, I made my move. Looking him directly in the eyes, my hands went to the waistband of his boxers, both sides of his hips. His emerald-greens widened and he shook his head slightly, realising what I was going to do, but I just smiled at him and started to pull. The preteen boy had a choice: lift up his hips and let me pull his underwear away or risk the laptop being knocked off his body and exposing himself to more than just me. After a fleeting second of brief resistance, he made the right choice and slightly lifted up, his boxers sliding down until I pulled them from his body completely. The sight before me was absolutely delicious. Here was a sexy as fuck twelve-year-old boy with his top half in school uniform and his bottom half completely naked. This was the first time I’d actually seen his dick properly, despite having felt it against my feet twice, and so I took the opportunity to have a proper look. As with almost everything else about this boy, his dick was like a smaller version of his big brother’s, even down to the shape and colour. You could tell he was in puberty: the precum shining on the head and a few wispy hairs around his balls were evidence of that. With the fingers of one hand lightly playing with his sack and the fingers of the other stroking his little foreskin up and down, I had this boy biting his lip so as not to moan out loud in front of his classmates and teacher. His cheeks were bright red. I brought my head down, getting a closer look, and gently blew on the exposed head of his dick. “Right,” his teacher’s voice came again from the laptop, “it’s time for break – next lesson in ten minutes.” That laptop’s lid had never slammed shut so fast and, as it did, I opened my lips and took Finn’s cute little dick into my mouth. “Oh wow…” he moaned out as he experienced a warm, wet mouth on his preteen dick for the first time. However, it was too loud – Connor was only next door after all and, whilst I’d been happy for Finn to hear us earlier, I definitely didn’t want my boyfriend overhearing his little brother getting his first blowjob. I shifted position and reached up, my big hand covering his mouth completely and clamping down hard. I could feel the vibrations of his moaning against the skin of my palm as I took his dick all the way to the base. I’m not an experienced cocksucker, preferring to be sucked than to suck, but at four inches, this dick wasn’t causing any problems at all. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue and knew that only having ten minutes to make him cum wasn’t going to be a problem. Especially with what I was about to do. Leaving his balls, I brought my other hand alongside his dick, my middle finger pressing up against him. They were practically the same length and thickness as I engulfed both of them in my mouth, making sure to wet my finger completely. I pulled off of both of them and, quietly, told Finn to lift up his legs. Of course, he obeyed immediately and my saliva-covered finger headed straight for its destination. Once more, I took Finn’s dick into my mouth as my finger found his little virgin hole and started to push inside. I could feel him start to thrash around, the moans louder into my hand, as my finger pushed through his body’s natural resistance and entered the warmth of his preteen bum. It was the tightest thing I had ever felt and I couldn’t get much in before it felt like he clamped down completely on my invading finger. Taking it slow, I started to pull out and push back in, little by little, gently fucking this boy with my middle finger. Each time, his body relaxed more and he could take me further and further. This dick was pulsing in my mouth as my tongue flicked back and forth over the exposed glands, tasting the precum he was leaking. I managed to get my finger just over halfway, with about 2 inches inside of this extremely tight space, when the pleasure overtook him. With only the increased spasming of his little dick as warning, Finn began to cum in my mouth. There wasn’t much liquid but I could tell it was a powerful orgasm for him, one which radiated through his entire body. What was produced landed on my tongue and I could taste this intense, concentrated version of this boy as I swallowed him down. I sat up, slowly removing my finger from inside of him, and watched as he lay back, sweating and panting. The experience had wiped him out and he looked almost half-asleep as he looked over at me. “That…. tha…” his breathing was shallow. “Shh, it’s ok,” I said, quietly, as I stroked his ginger hair and smiled down at him. “I… I heard… you… Connor,” he said and my smile grew, “Do… you… fuck me?” ********************************************* Drop me an email: ail I’d love to hear your ideas, feedback, thoughts, experiences, what you want. Hit me up and let’s chat. It’s been so hot to hear about (and sometimes see) how readers have got off reading my story – if you did, let me know what made you spunk or what would make you cum harder in the future.

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