Rivulets of cum ran down the teenaged boy's scrotum and thighs. Jack pulled his softening cock from Henry's anus. "How's it feel, faggot? Knowing that your little brother already has a bigger cock than yours?" That's massive for a boy your age." Jack sneered at Henry. Stanley obeyed his father, freeing the piss-boner inside. Filled with both fear and excitement, Stanley entered his brother's room. "Get in here boy," Jack ordered his younger son. Looks like we've got an audience." Henry's eyes shot open and brimmed with new tears when he realized that his little brother had seen his humiliation.
Henry sobbed as he once again received his nightly humiliation.Īs Jack's orgasmic bliss faded, he opened his eyes and saw Stanley in the doorway, a bulge in his pajama pants. "FUCK I'M CUMMING!" Jack growled as he released himself into his son's ass, the white fertile cream flooding Henry's rectum. Your tight little boy-pussy is gonna make me cum!" Henry's silent cries became audible as he knew what was coming next. "Aww, fuck!" Jack grunted as his thrusts into his son sped up.
Stanley's cock hardened, the erection and his full bladder making a strange but pleasurable feeling. For the rest of his life, Stanley would believe that sex could only bring pleasure to one participant and pain to the other. Being penetrated was humiliating, painful, and feminine. Penetration was strong, virile, dominant, and pleasurable. It was clear to Stanley that his brother was not enjoying this game.Īt that moment, little Stanley's ideas of sex were cemented in his mind. In contrast to his father's look of sadistic bliss, Henry's eyes were shut tight as he silently cried. Henry's cock, dangling beneath him, was erect too but unlike his father's mighty phallus, Henry's dick only hardened to a pathetic three and a half inches.
Stanley watched in fascination as the mighty phallus thrust in and out of his brother's round bottom, his ass cheeks jiggling every time Jack's pelvis slapped against them. Jack's cock was hardened to its full eight inches, stretching his older son's anus to an impossible size. In contrast, Henry was pale and slender, almost like a girl. Stanley and Henry's father was a large, muscular, handsome man. Towering behind Henry was his father Jack, equally naked. His big brother Henry was lying face down on his bed, his bare, pale ass in the air.
Curious, little Stanley crept to his brother's bedroom and quietly cracked open the door. It was the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh and creaking bedsprings. The urgency of his bladder overcame his urge to stay in bed so he got up and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.Īs the young boy tiptoed quietly down the hallway, he heard strange sounds coming from the room where his thirteen-year-old brother, Henry, slept. When ten-year-old Stanley Stiff woke up in the middle of the night, he had to pee.