Afternoon Delight

“Clay, babe, I really think you should come over sometime today. I’ve got the place to myself and Bridget went over to Adri’s to smoke or whatever… Mom and Dad are out Christmas shopping… Clay, seriously, don’t be a douche.” I pause long enough to grab a goldfish cracker and flick it in my mouth, catching it expertly before turning back to the phone. “Please? Come on…”

His voice barks from the other end, frustrated and angry as he reams me out. “No! Kevin, I don’t like you, I don’t love you, and I am NEVER going to have sex with you! This weird… obsession that you have with me, it stops NOW. You need to forget this number!” He hangs up, the phone slamming down roughly, and I slump against the couch, my cell phone held loosely in one hand as I sigh.

I haven’t had sex in like, two weeks. I’m dying, and Clay, who figured he’d sleep with me at a football game, has been avoiding me like the plague since then. I don’t really care because I know he loves me anyway, but no sex sucks and masturbation only takes you so far. I figure I might as well do it; no one else is in the place except for Noah, my eleven year old brother, and he’s downstairs playing the Xbox or something. I don’t really care.

I migrate from my room to my parent’s bedroom; they have a full-length mirror along the wall and I like to watch myself jack it. It adds to the ambience or whatever. I strip my shirt off slowly, the blonde hair I inherited from my father keeping its tousled, curly shape around my head. I got my mom’s epic pale skin and freckles so I look like a ginger without actually being one. My fingers run over my right nipple slowly, tweaking it as I watch my reflection, my boxers tightening slightly as my nipple stiffens.

My free hand goes down to my crotch, rubbing myself through the thin fabric of the blue polka dot boxers and watching as my cock stiffens under the cotton. I hook a finger in the elastic waistband and yank them down, not really caring that I’m in my parents room. I wrap a hand around my cock, starting to pump slowly and watching the pleasure manifest on my face, my eyes growing glazed, my skin flushing as I buck my hips upwards, starting to get into a rhythm with myself. I imagine Clay under me, squirming and letting me fuck that sweet ass of his and soon enough I’m almost at the edge, moaning Clay’s name loudly and not bothering to stifle the sounds escaping my throat.

Noah’s voice comes from behind me, soft and monotone like it usually is. “Kev, what are you doing?”

My body tenses up and I look at his reflection in the mirror; he’s standing in the doorway with a popsicle in hand, licking it absentmindedly as he watches me. I can tell the little perv has been watching me for a while and turn, not bothering to cover up. “You interrupted me, Noah.”

He nods, pink tongue flicking out and running up and down the sides of the popsicle. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“You will be, kiddo. Come over here.” He clambers over the bed, keeping a tight grip on his popsicle, and stands in front of me with only his little jeans on, his bare chest on full display. He’s got dark red hair with a haphazard curl sticking straight up at the back of his head. I study him and take his popsicle, nodding. “Take your jeans off, Noah. Show big brother what underwear you have on, okay?”

He hesitates for the briefest of moments and then undoes his jeans, kicking them off and showing me his Spiderman briefs, a little bulge in the front indicating his apparent erection. I smirk and tug him forward a little, licking the popsicle absentmindedly. “All right. Take your undies off, Noah.” He tugs them down and blinks, keeping his light green eyes fixated on my blue ones before I pull him into my lap, our cocks rubbing against one another. A gasp leaves his orange-stained lips and I smirk, wrapping my hand around both our cocks and starting to pump, his sliding against the underbelly of my much larger one.

I pull Noah into a kiss that he takes willingly, sloppily kissing back as he wraps skinny arms around my neck. I lean back, leaving him on all fours with that little ass of his sticking straight up in the air. I break the kiss, sitting Indian-style on the bed with my throbbing cock pressed against my stomach. “Noah, stay on all fours. I want you to suck my cock, okay?”

Green eyes feigning innocence flicker up to mine and I shake my head, running my free hand through his gorgeous red hair. “I know you know what that means. Get to it.” Noah sighs slightly and wraps those lips of his around the tip, starting to suck teasingly and bobbing his head up and down slowly. I smirk and slide the hand with the popsicle down, running the freezing cold orange ice down Noah’s back and then probing at his ass with the tip of it.

His eyes get even wider and I smirk, shoving in the popsicle without much second through. Noah cries out loudly around the hard, thick dick in his mouth, pulling back from my cock and staring at me. “Kevin… Oh… Kevin, that’s so cold!” He shudders and I just grin, grabbing his hair and pulling him forward again. He takes my shaft back in his mouth, sucking slowly as I start fucking him with the popsicle in earnest, the thing starting to melt.

I love that Noah doesn’t complain about what I’m doing to him. He’s so little but he’s trying his hardest to take my whole cock into his mouth, one hand gripping the base of my cock while the other hand is on his ass, pulling it open a little to let me fuck him with the dessert. Little moans fall from his lips every so often, his mouth wrapped around my cock, and by the time the popsicle has melted my cock is covered with his spit.

I pull him off and he pants, looking at me with those wide green eyes but staying pretty quiet, just gasping for air. I pull him forward, slipping a finger into his very sticky ass and checking it out. Noah moans and I lift him up, spreading his ass cheeks with my hands and lowering him onto my dick. Noah’s hands fly up, gripping my shoulders, and I can see the pain in his eyes as he comes to rest with his ass pressing against my balls.

He’s so fucking tight.

The pressure on my cock is intense but really great; I’ve never felt such tightness, such constriction, and as Noah grips my shoulders I buck my hips, shoving into him way deeper. Noah screams, dropping his head and burrowing against my neck as he holds onto me tightly. I grin and kiss the top of his head, raising him up and then slamming him back down on my dick, the orange juice left over from the popsicle squelching out of his ass and dripping onto the bed.

He clings to me as I fuck him, heartfelt little moans dropping from his lips every few moments, along with my name and whispers that if we get caught, Mom will kill us both. I reassure him that it’ll be fine, that we won’t get caught, and continue fucking him, driving myself deep into his virgin ass. He takes it all in stride, never complaining about pain or anything, although I can tell this is hurting him a lot. Noah’s little dick is trembling, though, fully erect, and I run my thumb over it, biting my lower lip as his nails dig into my back.

Noah claws at me, and I know he’s leaving marks as I watch the two of us in the mirror, my own look of pleasure and Noah’s look of complete and utter confusion as I fuck him. I realize that we’re getting melted popsicle all over our parent’s bed and get up, holding onto Noah as I do. He wraps his legs around my waist and clings to my neck as we switch places; I wander downstairs with him because, well, it’s got tile floor and at the rate that Noah’s dripping, I’ll be able to clean it up faster.

I sit down on the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table and getting right back down to it, Noah holding onto me tightly as I take advantage of his perfect ass. I guess I get so caught up in it that I don’t notice the front door opening or Clay walking in, holding a grocery bag in his hand. His voice comes, loud and shocked. “Holy crap, Kevin, what are you doing?”

I look up, stopping momentarily and narrowing my eyes on him. “What does it look like I’m doing, fucker? Get out.”

Noah clings to me, whimpering since I stopped moving, and Clay just stares, scratching the black hair at the nape of his neck absentmindedly. “Um… I… Whoa… I came to say sorry for calling you a freak and all that shit and… I brought you chocolate…”

I glare at him, pretty pissed off still but a little entranced by his good looks. “I don’t care. You can’t show up here expecting sex when you said that to me.”

“I wasn’t… expecting any sex. I just wanted to apologize. I’m still not interested in you.” His eyes keep flicking to Noah, who’s panting like a little Vietnamese cocksucker and holding onto me tightly, and I smirk, getting up with him again. I walk over and Clay kicks the door shut, looking uncertain. “What… what are you doing?”

I shrug, lifting Noah off my cock and holding him out to Clay, his ass dripping with the orange stuff still. Clay backs up against the wall, refusing to take him and instead gesturing to his butt. “Like… um… What is that?”

“Popsicle juice. His ass is a little cold because of it but he’s still doable.” I offer him up again, Noah’s feet barely touching the ground as he dangles between us. He’s so little and he looks completely dazed, green eyes studying Clay seriously. I shrug. “You want to make it up to me, you’ll help me fuck him.”

The look on Clay’s face is priceless as he just stares at me, eyes wide before he looks at Noah, who isn’t trying to fight me away or anything. He just dangles there and then, slowly, raises his hands and takes Clay’s face, pulling him down and kissing him chastely on the lips. Clay blinks and pulls back before shrugging, a faint blush dusting his face. “I… fuck. Fine. I’ll do it.”

I grin and drop Noah, who falls over almost immediately, his legs giving out from beneath him with the exertion of fucking. I step over him, pinning Clay to the wall again and kissing him hard on the lips as my fingers find his zipper. He pushes me back a little, looking at Noah worriedly and murmuring, “Will he be all right?”

“No. He’s being raped by two older boys. He won’t be okay.” I bite down on his ear, kissing him slowly as Noah watches, starting to touch himself as I slide Clay’s jeans down, feeling him up through his briefs. Clay protests but spreads his legs anyway, allowing me to touch him more. I speak, my voice husky against his ear. “You remember you let me fuck you a couple weeks ago?”

He nods, swallowing hard as he looks me in the eye. “Y-yeah…”

“Well, I’m not just a one-time thing. I don’t care if it was just because you were horny. I’m never going to let you go.” I kiss him again and he tenses up, my fingers finding the elastic of his briefs and pushing them down.

We continue kissing and I kick his legs out from beneath him, letting him thud to the floor. Clay yelps and I drop on top of him, straddling his thighs and wrapping my hand around his dick, starting to pump it to full arousal. I lean down, kissing his neck and murmuring, “You’ll be fucking Noah. It might be sticky but it feels good. He’s got such a nice little ass…”

Noah blushes and crawls over, looking at me before kissing me uncertainly. I kiss back, running a hand through his hair gently before sliding in between Clay’s legs and spreading them, looking at his ass appreciatively before looking at Noah. “Sweetie, can you go get me some lotion?”

He nods, limping off and returning after a few moments with a bottle of lotion. He hands it to me and then sits down on Clay’s stomach, waiting for me to direct him further. I spread Clay’s legs and lube him up before sliding in, Clay arching off the ground and gasping, his fingers scraping at the floor. I bury myself in him all the way and then pick Noah up, impaling him on Clay’s dick immediately. Noah moans, looking at me with those pretty eyes of his and watching as I start fucking Clay, my hands on his hips.

Clay grabs Noah, moving him quickly to get some sensation out of the tight ass around his cock at the moment. My brother bounces up and down, grabbing my shoulders and leaving little red finger marks on my pale skin. I lean over, intent on kissing Clay but instead finding Noah in between us, his little mouth pressed to mine as he kisses me as hard as he can. His tongue probes at my lips and I kiss back, a little surprised but just going with the flow as I continue fucking Clay.

Clay sits up, sandwiching Noah between us and getting in on the kiss, forcing his lips to Noah’s as I watch, nibbling on Clay’s neck gently. Noah pushes Clay off after a moment, looking put out, and I take his place, kissing Clay hard and getting a kiss back as he slings an arm around my neck, moving his hips in time to my thrusts as he fucks Noah hard and fast. Noah moans, kissing me inexpertly on the cheek and crying out my name as he takes it like a champ, not complaining in the least bit.

Clay grips my arm, looking at me intently. “I’m… dude, I’m gonna cum…” I nod and lift Noah off his dick, forcing my brother to all fours and looking at him. Noah takes the hint and goes down on Clay’s orange-stained dick, sucking noisily. Clay watches him before glancing at me and murmuring, “Your brother is really hot…”

I shrug, running my fingers through Noah’s hair again and looking down at him. “I guess. I was just horny.” I smirk, pulling Noah up a little bit. “How’s it taste?”

“Like a popsicle.” He shrugs and goes back down, sucking Clay off more and closing his eyes. Clay jacks off what Noah can’t reach and then, without warning, cums, Noah pulling back and catching a majority of it on his pale face. The stuff drips down his cheeks and off his eyelashes but he takes it in stride, licking his lips and pulling back.

I stare at him and go faster in Clay, who just huffs and takes it, leaning back on his hands. I cum, not bothering to pull out, and Clay squirms uncomfortably before I dislodge myself from his ass, standing up and pulling Noah into my arms, lifting him. “Come on, little man, let’s go take a bath.”

Clay, still looking a bit dazed, blinks once, twice, and then looks completely horrified, yanking his pants up and looking at the two of us before hissing, “You… you two are sick and I… oh my god, I’m a pedophile.”

We both just stare at him and I roll my eyes, grabbing his arm. “Come take a shower, fucker. Don’t be an idiot.” He relents and we head upstairs, Noah dripping popsicle juice down my side from his position in my arms. I’m going to have a hell of a lot of cleaning to do but it’s completely worth it.