Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother: Chapter 4

Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2024 22:36:23 -0800
By: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>

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The new erotic relationship between the boys had been going on for
two-and-a-half months. It was unresolved and tense. Timmy was consistently
pushing, manipulating, and controlling big bro. Kyle was a "yes man" to
whatever his dick wanted at the time. However, Mendi gave up on him, and he
struggled to get any ongoing dates with other females. All became one or
two-night stands. What do you expect when you can't get it up?

Kyle mowed the lawn on one of the weekends home, as usual. The
athletic-built, dark-tanned Marine was clad only in his dog tags and skimpy
bikini briefs. Yes, it's embarrassing! But it's little brother Timmy's rule
that Kyle maintains his beautiful tan. So, as "required" by little bro, he
must wear only the skimpiest thong when working outside, even in the front
yard. Kyle HATED wearing those exhibitionistic bikinis. He hated being
shown off. It was humiliating and embarrassing to be seen dressed like a
fagot whore. That bikini "uniform" was required by Timmy because he figured
out that Kyle had a dark secret need to be publicly humiliated.

Yes, Timmy used whatever weakness -- erotic turn-ons - he discovered in his
big bro to manipulate him and use them as bait to draw the Marine deeper
and deeper into Timmy's sticky web. Little bro played his cards very
well. Their parents didn't know that Kyle was sucking dick and taking it up
the ass. They had no idea that he was hanging around with street gang twink
faggots, or how Timmy bossed him around when they were alone. Timmy's
straight A's and cute, boyish appearance went a long way to remain their
parent's favorite.

Timmy kept his sadistic, erotic identity well hidden. Their parents were
proud of the "little one," who would make it through college and graduate
as a genius, maybe a future lawyer or an MD. Kyle had disappointed his
parents by quitting college and focusing only on sports, the military, and
girls.

A few months ago, Kyle had been happy with his life. But all that changed
when Timmy brought out his gay side and took charge. He had never expected
what had happened and still had to accept his nerdy twink bro's
manipulations and schemes. Of course, Kyle would never admit that he found
that behavior extremely erotic.

Finally, Kyle finished the lawn. He pushed the mower into the garage and
went to the kitchen, red-faced, soaked in sweat, and dying of thirst. Timmy
was reading a comic book and heard his mother and Aunt Margie laughing from
the living room. Saturday was the traditional coffee and gossiping time for
the two women.

Having learned his lesson, Kyle suspiciously rejected the opened beer can
Timmy was offering him. "Nah, relax, Kyle. It's not spiked, bro," Timmy
smirked while his hand wiped across his brother's sweaty abs. Kyle leaned
back to avoid his brother's touch.

"Better safe than sorry," Kyle muttered while fetching a new beer from the
fridge. He took a big sip of the ice-cold beer with one hand resting on his
hip.

"No need to trick you, big bro. I can have you any time." Timmy reached
playfully for his brother's crotch and squeezed the hefty bulge barely
contained by the tiny bikini fabric.

"Fuck! Stop that shit!" Kyle jumped and brushed Timmy's hand away. But his
younger brother continued to charge at him, trying to pull his G-string
down. Kyle grabbed Timmy's wrists, turned him around, and forced the teen's
arms across his chest.

"Look at this obscene outfit you make me wear while mowing the front yard
lawn. A fucking G-string?" FUCK! A big muscled Marine in the front yard,
wearing a fucking G-string!

"Why? Are you suddenly shy? Besides, I'm now the boss. I now decide what
you wear." Timmy laughed while he pushed his ass backward onto his
brother's bulging groin until he felt close contact with the meaty
prick. He knew his brother all too well. After one month at the base, the
stud was horny as hell when he came home on weekends.

Timmy ground his ass into Kyle's groin. A surprised grunt and the swelling
of the bulge told him that he was achieving the desired effects. Kyle knew
what his brother was up to and tried to step backward. He wanted to slip
away, but his back was already pressed against the fridge door. He was
trapped, and the brat continued to wriggle his ass. Kyle's dick responded
fast.

"Hey, leave the little one alone, will you?" their mother had entered the
kitchen.

"He started it," Kyle protested while nervously trying to squirm his pelvis
away from the bucking hips of his teen brother.

"No, he's bullying me again," Timmy was suddenly sobbing but did not back
away from his brother.

"That's not fair." Their mom responded, "A big, strong Marine like you
should not treat his little brother like that. And look at you, dressed in
that... that... tiny thing, like an indecent whore. Just stop picking on
your innocent brother."

"Mom, he started it," Kyle said with a sullen voice.

"Leave him. It's enough! And put on something decent; your Aunt Margie is
here." their mother's voice went stern.

With a sigh of resignation, Kyle released Timmy. "OK, now hug your little
brother," their mother pleaded.

Timmy turned around and faced Kyle. Quickly and unnoticed by his mother,
Timmy reached behind his brother's back and pulled the briefs, exposing
Kyle's dimpled butt. As Timmy hugged his big bro, he ran his fingertips up
and down to tickle Kyle's ass crack. His groin rubbed against his brother's
erecting dick. Little bro was careful to use his body to hide Kyles's near
nakedness from their mom.

Kyle had just managed to pull his thong back up when, to his utter
embarrassment, his dick betrayed him again and rose to an impressive
erection, pushing itself out of the thin pouch fabric. His entire 9-inch
cock was on the loose and now jutting out.

Kyle freaked and froze. He was throwing a huge fucking boner in front of
their mother! Well, it was hidden by Timmy's body. Then, the wicked
prankster in Timmy emerged. He started to step away from Kyle to let their
mom see just what the perverted older Marine brother was proudly
displaying.

Kyle quickly and tightly grabbed Timmy and spun him around so they were
face to face. Then he squeezed his little bro into a full embrace. I was
not a loving hug but a tight, desperate grip around Timmy to keep him
close, to keep him from exposing his dick by stepping away. He needed his
little bro as his shield and kept him between himself and the two
women. While embracing Timmy and trying to appear playfully, he whispered
into Timmy's ear, "You move, and I swear, you die!"

"Now, see, you boys can be nice to each other. That's what I like to see."
Their mother returned her conversation.

"Yes, Mom," both brothers replied.

Kyle hissed, enraged, "You are such a mean, cowardly bastard, you know?
You've got a big mouth only when Mom or Dad is around. Just be warned, I'll
get you alone one day, and then I'll teach ya' some respect!"

"Oh really?" Timmy grinned. "You are the one throwing a fucking boner every
weekend when you're home! Why do you blame me if you can't control your big
old nasty prick?"

"You faggot, you'll never understand," Kyle replied with a red face.

"It's the normal thing to do for a healthy gay man," Timmy told him.

"Normal! No fucking queer is normal..."

Timmy interrupted his brother. "Well... you seemed to find it normal enough
when I screwed you, huh?"

"That was just `cause I've been away without any women. And ..."

Timmy pushed his brother away. "I don't think so. You fucking get boners
around me because that's who you are, at least, from now on, jarhead!"

"Liar!" Kyle snorted.

"Oaf!" Timmy retorted.

"Mama's boy!" Kyle smirked.

"Well, if you have the guts, why don't we decide here and now who's the
boss, huh?" Timmy challenged.

"What do you mean?" Kyle frowned suspiciously.

"Exactly what I said, dumbo! Show me what you've got!" Timmy said.

"But Mom. Aunt Margie." Kyle didn't get it.

"The one who cums first loses!" Timmy said.

Kyle did not have a clue what Timmy was talking about or what the test
was. But said, "I won't cum first. I'm a Marine." Kyle exclaimed.

"So, then you are in?" Timmy asked slyly.

"Yeah!" Kyle replied, not sure about what Timmy had in mind.

"OK, then." Timmy unzipped his baggy cargo pants. Kyle watched in disbelief
as his little brother pulled his dick out and started to stroke... right
there in the kitchen, with their mom in the next room, distracted, chatting
with their aunt.

"What?" the startled Marine stammered. "They're going to see us!"

"It's a cockfight, jarhead. Whoever cums first will be the winner's slave
until the end of the year," Timmy said, and then... he just let his pants
fall to the floor and step out of them.

"Are you fucking nuts! You can't strip naked here!"

"I'm leaving my shirt on, Timmy said, "See, my long shirt tail covers my
ass just fine. Mom and Aunt Margie will think I'm wearing briefs. That
is... as long as I don't turn around and face them." He giggled.

"But here? Now? Are you crazy? Mom could come in any moment; we'll get
caught for sure, and you'll talk yourself out of it, saying it's my fault."
Kyle objected.

"Bullshit, Mom is busy chatting with Aunt Margie. And besides, what's wrong
with being daring? He looked at the living room door. His mother's and his
aunt's voices could be heard. Was he falling into one of the brat's cunning
traps again?

"Now listen, I'll cover you, and she will never realize." Timmy said while
he lubed his hand from a can of shortening from the kitchen cupboard,
"Honestly!"

"I don't understand," Kyle said, still hesitating.

"Sit down, jarhead!" 15-year-old Timmy pulled Kyle's G-string down and off,
displaying his full body. Kyle was fucking naked with his mom and aunt,
only 40 feet away! Timmy also stepped out of his pants. Then, he pushed
Kyle into a chair facing his mother in the other room and quickly straddled
Kyle's lap, facing him. So they sat face to face. However, Timmy was still
wearing an oversized shirt with its shirttail hanging down, covering his
bare ass and Kyle's bare lap. They looked like two brothers engaged in a
playful hug to an unsuspecting observer. And one would just assume they had
on briefs. They would appear "safe" to the two chatting women if... they
did not enter the kitchen.

"Oh, come on, look at you! I'll crush your tiny 7-inch prick in no time
with my 9-incher," the Marine smirked, "and then I'll make you suck me off,
just for starters."

"Oh look, Margie, my boys are being so kind to each other," their mom
said. See how nice and respectable they behave?" It's good they didn't walk
into the kitchen to confirm anything.

"OK, big bro, simple rules," Timmy told him, "Each of us can touch the
other dick in any way he wants to try to get him to cum first. Whoever
comes first loses."

"We can't do this here. Mom will see us!"

"My back is to them. My shirt is blocking their view. They will see
nothing. But... if you make too much noise... Yeah, they probably will come
in here. So just shut the fuck up."

Timmy continued, "If you touch my dick, you have to touch yours also. Touch
both or none. No fair jerking on only the opponent's dick."

Kyle looked down and noticed that both erect dicks were pointed up, and
Timmy was adjusting them to be side by side. He even scooted closer to
Kyle's belly to be sure the dicks were in full-length contact with each
other, though Kyle's was a little taller.

Kyle started by encircling both dick with his hands. "Oh no, not like that,
bro," Timmy pushed Kyle's hands away and closed his smaller hands around
the two hard cocks. Timmy scooted himself closer to Kyle, so now their
balls touched. He began to grind his groin into Kyle's. Timmy started to
rock back and forth, his bare ass sliding on Kyle's sweaty naked
thighs. Timmy released the entwined dicks and instinctively grabbed his
brother's hips to assist in rocking.

"Yeah," Timmy whispered," you like that, don't you? I am riding you raw, my
big horny stallion." Then added, "No fucking cunt bitch can treat you like
I can."

"Fuck you! I don't like it. I ain't no fucking queer," Kyle hissed angrily.

"Maybe not yet, bro, but soon," Timmy used one of his hands to Kyle's pecs
and began pinching his nipples.

"Ahhhhhh," Kyle moaned.

"Shhhhh, keep it down," Timmy whispered. "You liked it when I busted your
cherry for the first time," Timmy said. "Actually, you were moaning like a
cheap whore in heat. Couldn't get enough? Begging for more?"

Timmy rested his head on one of Kyle's sweaty shoulders. Kyle felt Timmy's
breath on his neck. His brother's nose was now nuzzling into his neck. Soft
bites ignited little burning spots at his earlobes, around his throat, and
under his chin. They were sending thrilling sensations into his system. The
damn brat knew all too well how to make Kyle hot.

"Shut the fuck up and stop it!" Kyle was trying to squirm away while Timmy
started to pull his nipples, knowing that this would turn on his brother
even more. Indeed, it wasn't before long when Timmy felt the two meaty
nipple knobs of purple flesh rising from the broad centers of those defined
muscle pecs.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Against his will, a satisfied moan escaped from Kyle's lips
while his brother squeezed his nipples between his fingers and wiggled the
sensitive tit buttons back and forth between them.

"And you liked it when I fucked the cum out of you while I had you bent
over your precious bike." Timmy continued to torture his brother with
embarrassing but exciting memories from the past. "You liked it when I
paddled the cum out of you, didn't you?"

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"Admit it!"

"No, I won't." Kyle relived the delicious pain radiating through his ass,
remembering his first spanking since his childhood. This time, it had not
been his Dad, but his little brother he instinctively surrendered to, and
accepted Timmy's superiority... even as he refused to "admit it."

All the sex talk was making Kyle too excited. Of course, that was part of
Timmy's plan. Kyle's athletic Marine body had been squirming like that of a
sex slut. Kyle never realized that Timmy was doing all the erotic teasing
as a plan. They were supposed to take turns teasing each other, but Kyle
was lost in the receiving end of all the incredible erotic sensations he
was getting. Why would he interrupt Timmy? Kyle's eyes were closed. He was
in a fabulous daze of erotic bliss, mindlessly moaning quietly.

Kyle didn't notice when Timmy slipped one finger under Kyle's balls to
tickle big bro's ass hole, at least on the ass lips. So, with one hand, he
slowly pumped Kyle's dick, and with the other, he was now wiggling his
finger at big bro's ass door. Kyle was so engrossed in pleasure that he
didn't know Timmy was cheating by working only Kyle's dick and not touching
his own. What a wicked, evil cheater Timmy is, but he was getting away with
it.

In his dream-like state, Kyle visualized his little brother fucking him
when he was bent over his bike seat. Involuntarily, Kyle was moving his
hips up and down by tightening and relaxing his glutes slowly and
continuously. Kyle was unwittingly humping that fully inserted finger into
the Marine's hungry asshole. "Ahhhhhh."

Timmy whispered, "You need to get fucked, don't you?"

"Ahhhhh..." And there you go. Timmy's authority over big bro was to merely
get Kyle charged up erotically. What a dumb fuck jock. Like all jock bone
heads, his dick overpowered reason and will.

Timmy pushed and ground rhythmically and sensed his brother's meat swelling
more and more. Desperately, Kyle placed his hands on Timmy's exposed
chest. "Oh yeah, dude," Timmy laughed. "Don't let me do all the work."

Kyle then placed his mouth on Timmy's nipple and began licking and then
sucking.

"Yeah, brother, suck my tit," Timmy commanded. "Now, isn't that better than
a bitch sow's utter?"

"Mmmmppfhhh," Kyle replied meekly.

"Yeah, no fucking whore cunt like Mindi, or anyone else with a pussie, can
replace me, right bro?"

"Stop, that's enough! I quit. This is bullshit," Kyle said firmly. He
didn't like his girlfriend to be insulted, even though they were no longer
a couple. It's all a part of the tug-a-war orchestrated by little bro.

To shut his brother up, Timmy's mouth closed over his brother's, and his
tongue danced inside the jock's sexy mouth. Simultaneously he removed his
finger from Kyle's ass and playfully tickled-tortured Kyle's sweaty
armpits.

Kyle knew he was going down. He had been too close to the edge for a safe
return. The brat was all over him, kissing, biting, squeezing, and
tickling. His body wanted relief, and he could not put up any substantial
resistance. "Fuck, yeah." he moaned in resignation.

"Slide your ass forward a bit," Timmy whispered. And Kyle mindlessly
obeyed. Now Kyle's body was leaning back against the chair. Without a
moment's hesitation, Timmy stood up, pressed his belly against Kyle's
chest, and slid down, planting his ass over Kyle's towering dick.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhh... Ahhhhhh..."

"Yeah, fuck your little bro!" Timmy told him in a low, husky voice. Then he
kissed Kyle deeply, and their tongues were probing and rampaging throughout
each other's mouths.

"I hope you kids are playing nice there," their mother called out after
looking up. But returned quickly to her intense conversation. "My sons are
finally getting along so well, Margie. It makes me proud."

Then Mom called out, "By the way, Kyle, you spend way too much time chasing
girls. Every time you visit home, you talk about a different hussy. They're
going to be your downfall. The little one does do that. He concentrates on
what's important. You should take after your baby brother. And, by the way,
show him some respect."

Kyle, hearing his mom's support of Timmy and that he should obey the
"little one," caused him to be on the verge of explosion. As Timmy
continued to kiss, he used his sharp fingernails to pinch Kyle's nipples,
and he did it hard, not letting go.

"AAAAHHHHH," and Kyle blasted off, spurt after massive spurt into little
bro's ass.

Timmy kept squeezing his ass muscles, milking the last drops of Marine
juice from Kyle. Timmy whispered, "I win. You lose. I win you." And after a
minute, he quickly rose up to stand naked in front of big bro, except for
his shirt with its back flap hanging down over his bare ass.

Timmy, noticing the women were not looking their way, quickly ushered his
dazed Marine up from the chair, out of the kitchen, and down the hall to
his room.

"Well, looks like I won." He repeated. "You shot your load like a horny fag
bitch. My dick is still hard," Timmy said as he removed his shirt. Now,
both brothers were utterly naked. Kyle was confused, or he pretended to
be. He didn't want to admit he loved his little brother's in-charge
attitude.

"Now, how about I fuck you? Will it be up your muscle asshole or down your
hungry throat?"

"I... I... um... I..." Kyle was torn. He could not say.

Timmy looked at his big bro's colossal erection, which never went down. He
leaned over and used a fingertip to trace idly around the sensitive,
twitching mushroom head. "Well... I'm waiting for an answer, Lance Corporal
Kyle Henderson of the U.S. Marine."

"AAAHHHHH! Whatever."

"OK, so it does not matter to you if I fuck your ass or your throat,
or... don't fuck you at all. Correct?

"No, OK, you can fuck me."

"I know I can fuck you if I want, Kyle, I'm asking for what you want."

"OK."

"Seems like you're not very energetic about getting fucked. Fine. OK, I'll
get dressed and leave you be." He started to get some fresh clothes out of
his dresser.

"No. Please, Timmy. Don't leave."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"You can fuck me as you wish."

"I already know that. I can fuck you anytime, anyplace, or not at all." And
he started to step into clean underwear.

"OK, OK, I want you to fuck me. OK? I said it."

"Not very convincing, bro."

"FOR FUCK SAKES! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY MOUTH! JUST PLAIN FUCK ME!"

"Oh, big strong muscle-build US Marine is getting testy, is he?"

"Sorry, Sir."

"So, does my big brother want a fucking? Or... NEED a fucking?" Timmy
continued to touch Kyle's now bobbing dick, teasing it slowly with a single
fingertip.

"AAAAHHHHHH! Please, for God's sake. Please, Timmy, I need a
fucking. Please use me. Oh God! Please fucking use my holes."

Timmy just looked at his big bro, not saying anything. Wanting him to plead
further. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE! PLEASE FUCKING USE ME! PLEASE! USE MY
ASSHOLE. USE MY MOUTH HOLE, I NEED YOU SO MUCH! FUCKING USE ME, PLEASE!"

"Oh, that's interesting. You realize," Timmy spoke quietly and calmly, "a
muscleman like you can easily punch my lights out in a single blow. You can
just push me to the floor and jerk yourself off and leave, never to be
bothered by me, your little skinny, twink baby brother. So, why don't you
just fucking beat yourself off?"

"You... you... won't... ah... let me." Kyle was nearly in tears.

"Ah, and there you have it. The truth. You need me, don't you?" Timmy
petted Kyle's head as he spoke softly. MY big bro, a muscled-bound, 6'1",
230-pound US Marine, needs his twinky, nerdy baby brother to control him,
to give him permission."

"Yes, please," Kyle whispered.

"You need me to fuck your ass?" Timmy coached.

"Yes."

"To fuck your throat?"

Yes."

"To control you."

"Yes."

"You need to please me?"

"Yes"

"To make love to me?"

"But we are brothers, I... I...."

"What? You can't say you need to make love to me? To embrace me? To kiss
me... all willingly?" This is the endpoint Timmy was leading him to.

Kyle was just staring, thinking, looking confused. Wondering how to
answer. Then, "OK."

"Well, you don't communicate very well, do you? But actions do speak louder
than words. First, I will let you kiss me."

"Ah... OK."

"I will let you start with kissing my ass. My asshole. You remember doing
that before. If you can please my asshole better this time, we can go
further."

"Ah... well... OK?"

"So lay on your back and get ready to work my asshole lovingly and with a
purpose. And do it like it's the most important task you can ever do. You
have one chance - this chance - to obey and please me, or... I'm out of
here."

Kyle laid back on the bed and waited for his little brother to sit on his
face. Timmy got on the bed beside him but did not move further. "If you're
waiting for me to sit on your mouth and force you to rim me, it's not
happening."

"What? Why?"

"You're a big, strong, muscle man. I'm only 120 pounds, I'm here, right
beside you. So, grab my hips, and lift my skinny body over your face to
line up my asshole onto your wide-open mouth. Yes, you want me to control
you, use you, abuse you? Then you must show me how much you want every part
of me." He paused. "And, I want to hear you moan with delight and plead for
more."

Kyle did not want to lick anyone's asshole. Yes, he did it once before with
Timmy, but that was a very different circumstance. That was when he thought
his long-time girlfriend was outside the open window, in earshot, and Timmy
threatened to call her inside while they were naked and sexual in the
bedroom. If Timmy did that back then, he'd be exposed as a degenerate sex
molester of a minor, his baby brother! He'd be disgraced. He'd be tossed
out of the family, out of the military, and into a jail cell. Back then, he
had no choice.

Now, there was no threat. In fact, Kyle could get what he always said he
wanted, to be left alone by his baby brother. To be free to date all the
women he desired. What's that saying? `Be careful what you wish for.' Kyle
could just refuse, get up and leave. End of story. But... Timmy had
presented a powerful demonstration of lust and sexual wonder. It was
incredible! It's not that Timmy was the great Master, but he did expose
Kyle to gay sex and all kinds of erotic behavior and sensations, which
hooked big bro by the balls, big time.

There was one other component of Kyle's surrender that grabbed his
interest. Submissiveness. For the first time in his life, this muscle jock
was being overpowered by his little brother. He felt like he was being made
to obey, to be used, to be a sex toy, or, as Timmy stressed, to be his gay
lover. He was being manipulated into a weird but erotically pleasing
behavior.

Kyle's dilemma was that he did not want to give up Mindi, not because he
was terribly attracted to her, but because she gave him cover to pretend to
be 100% straight. And, he did not want to give little Timmy because he gave
him the real prospect of a wonderful erotic life.

Kyle sighed and gave way to the immediate demands of his boner's
desires. He surrendered to his 15-year-old twink baby brother. He looked at
the naked twerp and, with both strong hands, lifted the boy's ass over his
mouth.

Timmy did nothing to help. He simply sat in those big, strong hands held up
by those muscular arms. Again, it was the boy's rim-chair-like "throne."
Then Kyle lowered his arm so that his elbows rested on the mattress. His
forearms were like the sturdy legs of the "chair." Now Timmy's cute little
tight ass was securely set on Kyle's lips. All Kyle needed to do was open
his mouth.

Big bro was hesitant. Timmy had learned what he needed to do to encourage
him. From his "hand-formed" rim seat, his feet rested on Kyle's chest,
right on those mounded pecs.

Kyle knew what was coming. It took months, but he now came to realize that
he could not resist the "little one's" prurient, lewd seduction. Kyle
whisper-begged, "Please don't." It was hard to speak clearly with little
bro's ass lips resting on his lips.

Timmy curled his toes and lightly scrapped his nails across Kyle's nipples.

"AAAAHHHH. Please don't, Timmy, please..."

And then it started. Those toenails grabbed onto Kyle's nipple nubs and, at
first, just held them in his toe-grasp. Timmy used to just quickly pinch,
pull, slap, punch. But he acquired a powerful tool to tear down musclemen,
at least this one. Timmy learned to mind-fuck Kyle by filling him with
uncontrollable, boner-building anticipation. He did nothing hastily. No, he
tortured Kyle by making him wait. He held off his impending seductive
attacks for a long time. Hell, neither he nor Kyle were going
anywhere. Hopeless, Kyle's only recourse was to plead and beg for his
little brother to use and abuse him. The muscled Marine wanted to yell,
"JUST FUCKING DO SOMETHING! GOD DAMN IT PLEASE!"

As if Timmy could read that thought, he began to massage and pull on those
nipples with his toes. Actually, it was not big bro's thought he was
reading. It was Kyle's trembling body, quivering dick, and moaning grunts
that signaled his complete and desperate capitulation.

Kyle thought, "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" BINGO! Kyle's tongue
snaked out and began licking Timmy's 15-year-old ass crack. Up and down,
slowly, teasingly, remaining silent as he executed his plan masterfully and
patiently.

Timmy raked and scratched those nipples until they piqued like tiny
mountains. Kyle licked the boy's ass crack more vigorously but still did
not penetrate Timmy's asshole with his tongue.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Kyle's dick grew to its full 9-inch length as he licked Timmy's ass
crack. "AAAAAHHHH!"

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