Having a little brother always in your life totally sucks. I was fifteen, and my eight year old brother was being a total pill around me as usual. I just wanted to be left alone (we had to share a bedroom, which added to the problems we had, try impressing a girl with your bed loaded with kid's toys.)
That had happened on that Saturday afternoon, and I had Cleo in my room and ready to do a little face-sucking action with me. I'd spent weeks getting close enough to ask her out on a date and she'd agreed, and now it was the third time and she'd come with me to my room and who knows what could happen from there.
I mean, I wasn't hard on the eyes by any means. I played football and took care of myself, I could look at myself in the mirror and see a definitely good-looking guy with some nice muscles and a nice beginning patch of pubic hair on a cock that was nothing minor at seven inches of length and could grow even longer. I kept my jet-black hair cut low and combed, I could smile and my cheeks dimpled, my cleft chin made my few forays into shaving a challenge but I could see the beginning of a nice beard one day. My life was beginning to really open, and just as I was getting into it, along comes Toby and I'm stuck back in kindergarten all over again trying to deal with other kids taking away my toys.
Toby had no sense of personal space and he spied on me constantly. I'd put down tape on the floor and wall one day, saying keep to your own half of the room, and Toby not only didn't obey that, he ran wailing to Mom who came in and ordered me to remove it. "You two have to get along, and shutting him out isn't going to do that!" she proclaimed. Easy for her to say, she had her own room.
Mom and Dad were divorced and he worked in another state halfway across the country these days, I talked to him on the phone and Mom got support checks, she worked a little and drank more than she should. She was a good mother to us, I'm not saying she wasn't, but at least twice a week, it was get your own breakfast, Momma's not feeling well. Hangover, right.
I couldn't wait to get out of this apartment and into one of my own, and that would be like four years away, but I was more than ready to start living my own life, starting with some kissing and tongue-action with Cleo.
I got her to my bedroom (Mom was out on a date or something, back later) and onto my bed, and I grinned and adjusted my tanktop to show off my bod a little better, then sat down on my bed to do some heavy petting. And that's when it happened.
I landed on something hard and pointed, I heard a crunch and experienced a stabbing pain in my ass and I went, "Yeowp!" I yelled and jumped up, clutching my ass. Reached back and pulled out a bit of hard plastic, a pointed bit of what had been a toy rifle. The other end was the rifle butt and it was intact and I knew it was Toby's favorite toy, his Action Joe figure, a prize part of a substantial-sized Action Joe War Central thing he had on his nightstand. I only had on a tanktop t-shirt and a thin pair of shorts with loose legs, good apparel for letting a girl rub on you anywhere she wanted to, right? I had daringly "gone commando" as well. You never know, she might reach up there and I didn't want my jockstrap blocking anything she wanted to grab! She wore a yoga bra and tight workout clothes that showed every curve on her body, and it was plenty curvy in the right places.
Cleo saw me holding the toy rifle and the butt sticking up, and she giggled. Then laughed, then screamed how funny it was.
"It's not funny!" I said. "Stop laughing!"
"You got stabbed in the butt with a bayonet. Haw-haw-haw-haw-haw!" That was how she laughed.
I lost all interest in Cleo at that moment. If she could think my getting hurt was funny and laugh like a jackass braying, I didn't want anything to do with her. "Awww, come on, let's go!" I said and I ushered her to the door and when she got out the door, I slammed it shut on her and locked her out. She could fucking go home by herself!
"Toby!" I roared. "I'm going to murder you!"
Toby had been in the kitchen getting a snack, he appeared with a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie and said, "What's wrong?"
"I sat on your damned Action Joe figure. You left it on my bed, you jerk!"
"What's going on out here?" Mom! She was home, and looked like she'd had her own fun this Saturday afternoon and she was about half-wasted and looking terrible.
"Mom, Toby left his Action Joe on my bed and I sat on it and it broke and jabbed me in my ass!"
"Language!" she returned, figures she would only hear the last word.
Toby, meanwhile had gone to the room to see what I was complaining about and he came out crying. "He broke my Action Joe!" he cried, the pieces of the broken figure in his hands. That toy was all projections and angles, the figure was dressed in "battle armor" and loaded down with pieces you snapped into place.
"You left it on my bed!"
"But you shouldn't have broken it!" Toby wailed.
"Boys, boys, stop this right now!" Mom declared.
"He broke my Action Joe!"
"You left it on my bed!"
"But you shouldn't have broken it!"
"You broke his Action Joe!" Mom said to me. "That toy cost me $59.95 and that whole game set cost me nearly $200.00. You have to replace it for Toby!"
"I don't have sixty dollars!" I said. "And if I did, I wouldn't give it to him. He left the toy on my bed and...."
"You shouldn't have broken it. That was mean."
"I didn't see it, I sat down and...."
"You share the room, you can't just flop your ass down without looking." Mom decreed.
I knew then I had lost this. My own injury meant nothing here. "I was with Cleo."
"Cleo shouldn't be in your bedroom anyhow! You have to make it up to Toby!" Mom said, holding her head. She didn't want to mother us right then, she wanted this resolved so we'd both shut up!
"He broke my Action Joe!" Toby was saying, every chance he got, I left out his interruptions in my talk with Mom here. Just add him leaving no room for logical thought by Mom while we talked, no room for me to state my own case.
"You have to make it up to him. You can save up and buy him a new one, get a job or something."
"Okay, jeez!" I said.
"But now I don't have anything to play with!" Toby complained.
"That's right." Mom said. "Gerald, you have to give him something to play with while you get the money to buy him another Action Joe." To Toby. "Go into his room and anything he has you want to play with, it's yours until he can buy you a new Action Joe."
"Hooray!" Toby cheered. "His favorite toy!"
I had no clue what he meant, I didn't have toys anymore. Maybe he meant my football or helmet. Well...I could tell Coach I lost my helmet and he'd give me another one out of the school's storage, we did fundraisers to buy new equipment all the time for this sort of thing anyhow. "Okay, fine, let's go to my room and you can pick out any toy of mine you want!"
"Good." Mom felt this crisis concluded. "Now, "I'm going to lie down for a while and I don't want to hear a peep out of either of you until it's time for dinner at six o'clock, you got me!"
"Yeah, Mom, sorry." I knew not to fight Mom in this, her hangovers won every argument without even trying.
Toby raced into the room and turned to face me as I entered. "Hooray, your favorite toy."
He said. "I want to play with it right now!"
"Okay, okay." I said. "Go ahead, which one is it and I'll let you play with it."
"Right here!" And that rascal grabbed my crotch and squeezed me.
I yelped. "Ow! Quit it!"
"I want to play with this toy." Toby declared. He tried to tug down my shorts and I held onto them as best I could. His other hand came up and slid into my waistband and he grabbed my cock! "Hooray, your favorite toy!"
"That's not a toy!" I said. "That's my dick!"
"But you play with it all the time." he said. I told you he was spying on me! "You pump it up and down and you groan and then you squirt some white stuff out and moan how good it felt. It's your favorite toy and I want it!"
"No way." I said. "Mom! Toby's being a jerk!"
"He won't give it to me!"
Mom opened her own door and yelled at us. "Gerald, you give him that toy and shut up, both of you! I don't want to hear another word out of either of you the rest of the day, you get me!" She hadn't seen just what he wanted me to give him!
"You heard Mom, now give it to me!" Toby grinned triumphantly.
I had his hand on my dick, a lost girlfriend and a non-understanding mother. I said, "All right, then, you want to play with it, go ahead and play with it. But don't hurt me by being rough, okay?"
"Okay."
I let go of my shorts and he triumphantly shucked them down off of me. I took off my tanktop and said, "Let me lie down on the bed."
He did and crawled up with me and got busy with his hand. He grabbed my now-hard cock again, wrapped his fingers around to get a good hold and began to pump on me hard and fast. I mean really fast, like his hand was a blur on me.
"Ohhhhh, God!" I gasped as he did that, raised my head with my eyes wide open and my mouth ajar. "God, Toby, slow down a bit, you're going to wear yourself out!"
"No, I want to see it squirt!" he said. "You speed up when you do that!"
I was in a rapid state of excitement, you're already such a horndog at that age and I had a kid jacking me hardcore.
"Ohhh, ahhhhha, shit, I'm going to come now, right now!"
"Do it, squirt it for me, squirt it!" Toby said.
"Ahhhh-ahhhh, ahhhh-gahhhh-HUUUUHHH, UHHHHH!" I groaned and I shot it. I mean I squirted a load like gangbusters, like I was a milk cow that had burst her teats open and the milk was flowing out.
"Wow, oh, wow!" Toby enthused. "More, more, shoot more!"
"AHHHH, AHHH, AHHH, ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ah!" I was done and limp as a strand of cooked spaghetti and panting like crazy.
"Oh, wow, that was awesome!" Toby said as he looked at the spooge on my stomach, legs and thighs, I had creamed all over my midsection from my waist to almost my knees, Toby had held my cock pointed straight up. His hand and forearm was also coated with it.
"Jesus, Toby, you milked me so hard, I blasted my nuts dry." I said. "You got to clean that mess up, dude."
"How?" He wanted to know.
My evil nature reasserted myself , I was without shame at that point. "Well, when the girl does it for a fellow, she usually licks it all up and drinks it."
"Ewww!" Toby made a face.
"It's not pee, doofus, it's something else. Taste it and see what I mean."
He touched a cautious tongue to his hand and then licked a glob of it onto his tongue and pulled it into his mouth. I nearly creamed again just looking at him doing that.
"Mmmm, it is good. Kind of salty but kind of sweet, too, and rich, mmmm, like a kind of gravy."
"That's what it is, man-made gravy." I said. "Girls use it to make their skin soft and their hair glossy. Drink it all up, it's good for you."
"Okay." Toby licked his hand and arm dry.
"You're missing me." I said.
"I'm getting to it." Toby leaned over and rather than start at a leg or my waist, dove right onto my cock. I was still semi-erect and that gave me a brand-new woody.
His lips went down far as they could go and then he pulled upwards, cleaning my cock with his lips as he went. "Ohhh, jeez!" I groaned as he lifted off.
My cock spurted some precome as he let go and he saw that. "You have more in your dick." he pointed out. "You lied to me, you're not empty."
"Maybe not." I allowed. At that age, you really are an insatiable horndog. "Tell you what, clean me off first and then you can try to milk some more of my gravy out."
"I love your gravy." Toby tended to my body with a will, licking my stomach and lower abdomen down to the sparse patch of pubes, then down to my legs, working his way upwards on the left leg, and right leg, back and forth, licking as he went, until he got back to my cock again and found a rivulet of my precome there, drizzling down to my still wet nuts.
"Mmm, missed this part." he said and licked first his tongue up my cock again, and I moaned, then his little mouth began to bathe my balls with his hungry, happy tongue and mouth.
I spread my legs wide so he could get all the way into it. He finished and came back and found another rivulet and sank onto my cock again.
"Mmmm, that's extra nice." I said. "I get so horny when you use your lips, I bet I could come again like the first time if you milked me with your lips. Give it a try, just like you did your hand. You don't have to go as fast as you did."
He began to move up and down on my cock and he got a good pace going. He may not have been an expert cocksucker but at the age of fifteen, you don't judge that very hard and any pleasure is good pleasure. He sucked me for about ten minutes and I moaned and writhed and he giggled as he saw what he was doing to me. I began to get ready to shoot and I grunted, "Mmmm, uhhh, Toby, about to come again. Can you move real fast now? It'll only be a little while."
He obliged me with rapid bobbing and I gasped, groaned and shot my wad right into his waiting little mouth. I gave him plenty of moans to warn him it was coming and he was ready, he held on when I squirted, he caught it and gulped and kept up with me the entire time. He didn't lose a single drop of my jizzing. I didn't do as heavy a load, but I gave him plenty to drink that second time.
"Oh, man, oh, man, that was awesome." I said to Toby. I reached down and fondled his head, the affectionate rubbing you give a dog and he giggled more. "You can be downright handy for me to have around sometimes, you know?"
"I like playing with your dick." he said.
"It's my favorite toy, too." I agreed.
"Well, it's mine, now." Toby declared. "I get to play with it, any time I want to."
"Okay, okay." I said not too reluctantly. "Just remember not to let Mom see you playing with it. She thinks you took my football or something."
"I didn't." he giggled. "Can I play with your football?" he asked.
"Sure." I said. "Tell you what. Let me get dressed and we'll go to the park and toss the old pigskin around a while. Let Mom sleep. She said not to bother her until six o'clock."
We played for an hour and came home and Toby promptly wanted to suck me again, and did, right there on the living room couch while I had a football game on the TV. Watching the game while getting a blowjob is the most awesome experience in the world. Mom made us supper and then went out and we had full run of the apartment again. I did the TV/couch thing again, only I added drinking a cold Coca-Cola while he sucked me, and pretended it was a beer. A pretty good substitution for Heaven, I tell you.
I confided this to my buddy and fellow football player Corbin and he pressed me for details. I was happy to provide them, and when school let out, he said, "I called my Mom and she said I could stay over with you tonight."
"Okay, but why?" I asked.
He grinned. "I figured your brother could use some more gravy." Corbin is about two inches taller than me and forty pounds heavier, and none of that was fat, some guys grow up faster than others. He even had a full bush of pubic hair.
"Well...Okay." I said.
Toby was only too happy to have a second "favorite toy" to grab hold of, and I watched as my little brother gave that big jock the blowjob of his life. He creamed so hard that his jizz blasted out of Toby's nostrils and dribbled down his chin and Corbin groaned I was the luckiest bastard on the team, and ought to share it with my buddies.
We had an away game that weekend and I got into the lockerroom to find the entire team of twenty-seven guys waiting for me. "What's this?" I asked. Last time I'd seen this except for a game was when we threw Coach a birthday party.
"I talked with the guys." Corbin told me. "We want you to bring your little brother with you on the game this weekend. He can bunk with us and spend all night getting filled with gravy."
"Yeah." "Sure." "You bet." the guys murmured and I looked at the sea of grins.
"I'll ask Mom but I'm sure she'll say yes." I said. I got lots of handshakes and backpats and butt slaps out of that. I was going to be the most popular man on the team for this season!
Toby was in cocksucker heaven, and the guys all got properly milked by his hungry little mouth or whacked off in his rapid-rabbit style. We had to talk him out of trying to play with Coach's cock, though, Coach Parker is a heavy duty Christian and I didn't think he'd appreciate us having this kind of fun before a game. We won by fourteen points.
Mom was awake and sober when we got home from the game on Saturday night. "I was waiting on you two to get home before I left for my date." she said. "How did it go?"
"Terrific!" Toby enthused. "I had a great time!"
"He's a hit with all the team." I said as I rubbed his head and smiled. "I think he's going to be the team mascot from now on."
Mom just beamed. "I'm so glad my boys are getting along with each other now." she said. "I knew you could make it work if you just gave it a try."
"Don't worry, Mom." I said. "We get along like mashed potatoes and gravy."
"Lots of gravy." Toby agreed.
"The best part." I said.
Mom left for her date about fifteen minutes later and Toby and I got busy. I didn't think I'd ever replace his Action Joe action figure at this rate.
THE END
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