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Subject: Ellis Wakes Up Ellis Wakes Up | ============================================== Hey boys and girls – Nifty is a reader-supported non-profit, and relies on your contributions. Please take a moment to fty/donate.html ============================================== Quiet as a mouse, Whitney Hughes crept into his 10-year-old brother’s room, and shut the door behind him. In the pale starlight seeping through the window, the 14-year-old could just make out Ellis sleeping soundly. Wasted from the weed he’d smoked all night, Whitney clumsily tripped over his little brother’s shoes. “Fuck!” he loudly wheezed. Ellis murmured something, and shifted in his sleep. Whitney had come home from the Saturday night high school dance to a darkened house, with everyone asleep. Daydreaming about Kirsten’s tits while he brushed his teeth, he grew almost too hard to pee. Going back to his room, he wished his best friend and regular sex buddy Francis were sleeping over. But he was away with his family that weekend, and Whitney would have to take care of his ferocious horniness the way he usually did, 2-3 times a day. As he dropped his trousers, and pulled off his shirt, the teenager gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The sinewy boy’s lower torso merged with his slender, downy legs with a muscular “V.” A distance runner, Whitney had lean, muscular legs. He slid his finger down the front of his abs, to the pulsating pole tenting his tight, red underpants. Like most boys that age, Whitney was insecure about his looks, not knowing that most of the girls in his class thought he was hot. If he’d been less shy, it would have been Kirsten’s hand now squeezing the front of his undies. He just wished it were some other hand than his own, and that’s when he thought about Ellis. He’d thought about introducing him to the secrets of boyhood many times before, but had never dared until now. Gently pulling back the blanket and sheet, Whitney admired the younger boy’s longish hair and upturned nose. “I wish I were that cute,” he thought, without any self-awareness. Lying down beside the 10-year-old, Whitney slid his fingers under Ellis’ pajama tops. He tenderly caressed the younger boy’s tummy, then each of his nipples. Slowly, Ellis emerged from his slumber, muttering, “feels…good.” “You like that, Elliy?” Whitney whispered, delicately twirling fingers around those tiny nipples. “Mmm hmmm,” the younger boy sighed, smiling with his eyes still closed. Feeling his older brother’s hardness pressing into his hip, Ellis giggled, and whispered, “You’ve got a boner.” “Yes, I do,” Whitney whispered back, “And I’m going to give you one, too.” “Why?” “You’ll like it.” The older boy kissed Ellis on the cheek, and slid his fingers down to his brother’s pajama bottoms. Unsnapping them, Whitney exposed a triangle of bright, white underpants to the soft starlight. Whitney reached in, and traced his fingers along the front of Ellis’ skimpy briefs until he he found the small, warm lump he sought. Three of his fingers rested on the 10-year-old’s thigh, just below the leg elastics, while his index finger traced along the a gradually swelling tube. “Do you like that, Elly?” “It tickles.” The younger boy squirmed a little as his penis engorged to 3 slender inches. Curling his fingers under the front of his brother’s briefs, Whitney gently clutched the younger boys tiny sack, while rhythmically rubbing the small cock with his palm. “That feels good, Whitney,” the younger boy sighed. He opened his eyes to watch as his older brother slipped his fingers into his tightie-whities. Then he gasped as Whitney delicately clasped him with a thumb and two fingers. Whitney was slowly grinding his pubescence into his brother, dampening his undies with pre-cum. Ellis didn’t even notice, so rapt was he in the new sensations of fingers softly fluting up and down his rigid little boyhood. He’d absently played with his erections before, but he’d never felt anything like this, and he moaned loudly when Whitney clutched him, stroking him more firmly. “Shhh!” Whitney hissed. Before his little brother could utter anything else, Whitney pressed his lips to Ellis’. Whitney kissed him tenderly, then more urgently. Loving the feeling of a quivering, virgin boy pole in his fingers, Whitney stroked Ellis faster. The younger boy’s hips automatically began thrusting in time. His big brothers hand and lips were too much, and within a minute he felt a new, unknown urgency in his loins. He opened his mouth to warn Whitney that he was about to piss, but felt the bigger boy’s tongue pressed against his. A searing flash, and Ellis was gasping and humping into Whitney’s hand. While the younger boy finished his hard, dry orgasm, the teenager delicately held the pulsing little pole until he started to soften. Envious of that first time, he remembered how he’d been introduced to masturbation at age 8, along with his friend Wills, at the hands of the other boy’s 12-year-old brother. “What…what happened?” whispered Ellis, still dazed in post-orgasmic euphoria. Quietly, Whitney explained, asking “did you like it?” “Oh hell yes,” giggled Ellis. “That was the best feeling ever.” “Elly, can you do it to me?” Whitney asked. “Yeah. But can we kiss some more?” It had been his first real kiss, and he wanted explore this grownup thing more. The 14-year-old chuckled. He was desperately needed to come, but he figured he should share what he’d figured out with Francis over the years. “Come up here,” he said, rolling the smaller boy onto his tummy, so they were face-to-face. Whitney was running his fingers though Ellis’ hair, kissing his pert little nose, when the younger boy’s thighs came to rest against damp cotton, tightly stretched across a savage hardness. “Are you wetting yourself?” he asked. Whitney chuckled again. “Kinda.” He reminded the younger boy about puberty and sperm. Then he pulled Ellis mouth to his. When their lips met, the younger boy awkwardly tried to copy his brother’s earlier kisses. “Slow down,” Whitney instructed him. Quietly, tenderly, he taught the 10-year-old what he knew, spending long, feverish minutes. Then he felt small fingers reaching down to the front of his undies, squeezing his rigid 6 inches. Whitney gasped. Ellis slid his palm up and down the older boy’s pounding tumescence, still amazed something could grow that big. The brothers been naked around each other most of their lives. But he’d only seen Whitney pop a boner one other time in the last year, when the older boy let him feel his smattering of newly grown pubes. He gripped Whitney firmly through the older boy’s underwear, trying to wrap his fingers around a big boy cock. It felt so good izmit escort in his hand, and Whitney’s undies grew wetter. It was too much teasing for older boy. He desperately needed to come. “Elly, can you pull out my dick, and jerk me like I jerked you?” The younger boy picked up on his brother’s desperation, and smiled. Giving Whitney a quick peck on the lips, he sat back on the older boys thighs. He really wanted to see sperm, and quickly pulled the front of Whitney’s underwear below the bigger boy’s plum-shaped scrotum. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the teenager’s pole, Ellis stroked the big boy hard. After only a few seconds, Whitney’s hips thrust up and down, as he quietly groaned through gritting teeth. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Whitney took his brother’s free hand, and guided it to his still hairless nuts. Ellis was only to0 happy to feel those steamy eggs, so gigantic by comparison with his undescended nuts. He squeezed a little too hard, and Whitney huffed. “Be gentle, Elly,” he whispered. “Like this,” he said, reaching back into the younger boy’s briefs and gently massaged Ellis’ tiny sack. The younger boy’s penis, already swelling, quickly surged again. Ellis copied his brother, and teased more honey out of the six inch pole. Just a few strokes later, Whitney’s hips bucked up, lifting the smaller boy up. A jet of slightly milky fluid shot out, landing on his cheek and chest. To Ellis’ delight three more more followed, coating his brothers stomach. As the bigger boy panted, he stopped Ellis from tugging him any more. “It’s too sensitive,” he quickly explained, catching his breath. “You made tons of sperm,” Ellis whispered in wonder. “You made it happen. Thank you, Elly!” Still sitting on his brother thighs while Whitney recovered, Ellis drew a finger through a pool of boy-sap. Then he drew it up to his nose to sniff. “Smells funny?” he observed. Then, without thinking, he put his finger into his mouth, amazing Whitney. Later, he’d learn that Ellis and his friends had put fingers in each others’ pee streams to taste each other’s flow. Swallowing the dab of salty spew, he whispered, “But it tastes good.” As Whitney rolled him off his hips, Ellis grabbed another finger full to savor. `I think I like it,” he declared. His brother chuckled. “There’s always more where that came from.” He pulled off his undies to clean up his mess, then rolled on his side to kiss his brother tenderly. Squirming out of his pajama bottoms, Elly pulled Whitneys hand to the hardness stretching against his skimpy little briefs. “Can we do it again?” he whispered. `Any time you want, bro.” Whitney ran his lips along Ellis’, while gently rubbing the younger boy’s cotton wrapped pole. The 10-year-old quivered in his embrace, and thrust his hips forward in rhythm with the older boy’s stroking. Whitney sat up to spread Elli’s thighs, getting on his knees in between. Reaching down, he ran his palm up and down his brother’s rigid boyhood for a few moments, relishing the steamy warmth filtering through soft cotton. Then, he pulled down the waistband, latching it under Ellis’ tiny marbles. Giving them a gentle squeeze, Whitney was amazed he’d been that small 4 years earlier. Ellis sighed, sinking into the sensations from his dick and balls, as his big brother expertly conjured pleasure with both hands. His eyes were closed, so he wasn’t expecting the hot, moist sensation engulfing his scrotum when Whitney closed his lips around it. Ellis gasped and shuddered while his brother sucked on his nuts, and stroked his painfully hard dick with his hand. Whitney ran his tongue all around Ellis smooth little purse, enjoying the fresh flavor and aroma, so different from the pungency of Francis’ hairy, adolescent sack. Ellis thought it couldn’t get any better, until Whitney slid his tongue along underside of his rigid, 5th-grade prong. When his brother sealed his lips around his raging little head, sucking and washing his tongue along the younger boy’s glans, Ellis started shaking and couldn’t stifle a moan. Whitney pulled away and grinned at his brother. “Am I hurting you, Elly?” he whispered,, teasingly. “Should I stop?” “No! Don’t you dare stop, Whitney Hughes!” “OK. But do you want to do the same thing to me?” The very idea of putting his big brother’s dick in his mouth made Ellis’ cock lurch with desire. “Yeah!” Then he thought for a second. “I don’t know what to do.” Whitney chuckled, remembering all the mistakes Francis made when he was teaching his friend what he’d learned from an older boy. “Just do whatever I do. And be careful with your teeth,” Whitney whispered. “They really hurt, so keep your lips over them.” Whitney got up and moved his little brother down the bed, which pulled Ellis’ pajama top up further, exposing his slender belly. The older boy knelt above Ellis’ shoulders, facing down toward the 10-year-old’s feet, then bent to rest on his elbows, face down above his brother’s pulsing boyhood. Whitney’s teenage tumescence bobbed into Ellis nose, and a thin stream of drool started to descend from the tip onto his chin. Whitney’s fingers gently clasped him, and the incredible sensation of his brother’s mouth washed across Ellis again. “Unnnnnhhnnnnnggggaaah,” he grunted, losing himself in the feeling of a hot, wet tongue dragging across his spongey little head. Gradually remembering his part, Ellis gripped Whitney’s throbbing pole by the base, resting his other fingers in the sparse, downy pubic shreds on the otherwise smooth, pale slope. Copying his big brother, Ellis sealed his lips around the older boy much thicker penis, and swirled his tongue around the big, angry head. Intoxicated by the fragrance and taste of the younger boy, Whitney groaned around Ellis penis, then licked and sucked his brother with gusto. Everything he did to Ellis’ dick was repeated on his own. When we left the younger boy’s penis to lick and suck his nuts, he felt parts of his own scrotum pulling into that wet boy mouth. When he returned to slide his mouth up and down Ellis’, washing every bit of that smaller dick with his tongue, his brother’s mouth followed in tandem. Pursing his lips to kiss up and back, it was like remote control on his own feverish cock. Still, while Whitney could slide all of Ellis dick into his mouth – all the way to his base – his younger brother could only go about halfway down his bigger dick. But it was still so amazing. Sliding his hands under Ellis’ buttocks to knead his brother’s soft, sexy butt cheeks though his tightly stretched briefs, he felt his own bare cheeks squeezed in turn. Eventually, Whitneys sucking and fluttering tongue was too much for little Elly, and the 10-year-old’s little yahya kaptan escort nuts contracted further into his prepubescent body. Squirming and gasping, he could think of nothing but the explosion coursing out of his tender young dick, as his groin worked in futility to ejaculate sperm Ellis could not yet make. Ellis shook and quaked. As his last pulse died and he softened in Whitney’s mouth, the older boy marveled ferocity of his brother’s dry cum, knowing he’d be shooting in a year or so. “I can’t wait to swallow his load,” he thought. When Ellis’ dick softened to a nub and left his lips, Whitney pulled the younger boy’s waistband up over his genitals. Resting his face on the on the soft, warm center of his little brother’s undies, he sighed, and Ellis once again took him between his lips. “Oh, Elly,” he sighed, “that feels so fucking good!” Encouraged by his big brother, Elly sucked and licked harder, savoring every bit of delicious boy milk oozing from Whitney’s nozzle. Soon, the older boy’s thighs were rocking, humping into the hot, wet heat of tongue and lips, cheeks and saliva. His full, hairless sack contracted, and Whitney couldn’t hold back the explosion. Rubbing his cheek against the front of his brother’s soft, white briefs, Whitney groaned, as his cock pumped 3 very thin jets into Ellis’ hungry mouth. The younger boy swallowed it all, loving every last drop of his big brother’s flavor. Ellis was still sucking hard when Whitney’s dick was softening and ultra tender, and the older boy had to push his brother’s mouth off. Ellis understood, but really wanted more of his brother’s delicious seed. “Oh my God,” Whitney whispered as he crawled to face Ellis, “you’re really good at blowjobs.” “Blowjobs?” “Yeah, dummy,” Whitney replied. “You just blew the fuck out of me.” So that’s what “blowjob” means, the younger boy thought. Then he smiled. He couldn’t wait to share this secret with his buddy, Grant. Whitney got up, and Ellis smiled at the sight of his big brother’s naked body. “Can you sleep here?” he plead. Whitney smiled at his brother, picking up his soaked underpants. “Sorry, bud. You know Dad’ll be waking us up early tomorrow.” The older boy pulled Ellis’ sheet and blanket over the little boy, then leaned down to kiss him on the lips. “Sleep well, sweet bro.” ====================== “Elly,” his father boomed, “Let’s get going.” Ellis grumbled, prying his eyelids apart. Sleep was so much better than Sunday trail maintenance. The Hughes family was spiritual, but not religious, and spent every Sunday working for the nearby national forest. His dick was diamond hard, lurching against the softly restrictive confines of his skimpy little briefs. Reaching down to squeeze his solid boyhood, Ellis was momentarily confused that his pajama bottoms were missing, until he remembered the coruscating pleasures his big brother brought him the night before. No, it wasn’t a dream, and he smiled. Stroking his cotton-strangled boyhood, he dreamed about his big brother’s drooling, adolescent cock. He couldn’t wait to grow big boy hair and shoot sperm. Slipping his hand into his underpants, Ellis sighed as his small throbber slid between his hungry fingers. Just then, the 10-year-old rolled his face to the side, and his cheek brushed against his very plushy stuffed rabbit. Ellis dragged his face across the feathery soft texture for a few moments, a sensation that brought him comfort most of his life. Then he had an idea. Pushing his briefs’ tight elastic waistband under his tighter little scrotum, Ellis pulled the squeezable bunny under his bed covers, and used both hands to lightly draw it down the length of his throbbing little hard on. It tickled, and he shivered. But it tickled so good, and he feathered the bunny up and back for several minutes, making his dick impossibly harder. Ellis gradually pressed his stuffed friend harder against his pulsating prick. Rubbing the squeezable, downy bunny faster, Ellis filled his room with the sound of flurrying sheets and soft boy moans. The friction was mounting, but his arms were getting tired. So he rolled over, resting his weight on his knees and chest, with his round little mounds raised up, and his pounding boyhood pressed down against his stuffed toy. Instinctively, his hips thrust furiously, his tender little head and pulsing stem plowing against his fluffy fuck bunny. Grinding faster, he built a fire in his sex maddened boy cock, and a minute later gasped. Plunging his spasming dick one last time, his little boyhood pumped drily and explosively. Damp with perspiration, Ellis sighed and slumped, exhausted but enriched from his new favorite pastime for years to come. ================================= Most of that day, Whitney felt awkward around his brother. With the clarity of sobriety, he felt guilty about what he’d done. They were very close, yet hadn’t he violated Ellis’ trust? He wanted a moment to talk with the younger boy alone, but his parents made that impossible. Finally, it was time to sleep on a school night. Whitney peeled off his clothes, hit the lights, and climbed into bed in his snug underpants. He reached into his undies, hoping for a quick session with his hardening meat. But he was so tired that in minutes he was deeply asleep. Kirsten stopped him in a school hall, and kissed him deeply, while other kids walked by. Then, she was reaching into his jeans, pulling out his hard cock, slowly masturbating him, while their tongues tapped and twined. She dissolved into darkness as he groggily emerged from sleep. It was a much smaller hand inside his undies, stroking him slowly and milking clear, watery boy goo. Whitney smiled. “Elly,” he whispered. The younger boy giggled, and kept stroking. Whitney was lying on his side, with his little brother pressed against his back, his flannel clad arm draped over Whitney’s hip so he could reach into the front of the freshman’s underpants. The 10-year-old’s erection was plowing through his cloth-cloaked cleft in time with the stroking. Ellis had waited until the house was quiet, before tiptoeing into his big brother’s room. After closing the door, he pulled off his pajama bottoms and underwear, quietly lying down next to his brother. He really wanted to hold that big boy cock again, and, naked from the waist down, quietly climbed under the covers. He was very delicate when he started fondling Whitney’s flaccid 3-inches. As the teenager’s cock swelled, so did Ellis’ desire, and unconsciously his hips started rocking, pressing his hardness in the groove between Whitney’s firm buns. The 14-year-old’s silky smooth undies felt even better than Ellis’ stuffed bunny, gebze escort and he couldn’t help but hump harder. Throwing the bedcovers off, Whitney rolled onto his back. Whitney pulled an arm around his brother’s shoulders, hugging him to his teenage chest. Kissing Ellis on the top of his head, Whitney whispered, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Hell yes, Whit,” the younger boy quietly replied. “I love your big wiener.” His guilt slightly relieved, Whitney knew he still needed to have a long conversation with his brother in the future. But for the moment, he lost himself in Ellis’ small hand gripping his pulsating pubescence. The top inch of his knob stretched like a turtle out from his undies, dribbling a line of clear, watery goo onto his pubic mound. Ellis’ hand was steadily stroking the lower end of Whitney’s shaft, so the young boy could enjoy feeling the soft scattering of hairs brushing his hand. Meanwhile, the snug waistband of Whitney’s undies dragged against his sensitive upper length, doubling the friction. “Feels so good, Elly!” he quietly moaned. “Please don’t stop.” “Are you gonna shoot sperm soon?” the younger boy asked, never moving his gaze from his handiwork. “Almost there, dude.” Ellis surprised Whitney by climbing up and straddling him, his knees on either side of the older boy’s torso, his bottom raised so he could lick the salty manna from his brother’s pink spout. Whitney shuddered, as his brother’s little tongue swept around his tender head, then he barely stifled a moan when Ellis’ lips pursed under his ridge. The younger boy was sucking hard, and it took only 3 or for more strokes before Whitney’s hips pushed upward. Gasping and grunting, the teenager discharged 4 explosive volleys of thin, young boy honey, and Ellis savored every last bit. In the future, while Whitney would be drawn to girls, Ellis would become a confirmed cock worshipper. But that night, he was still exploring the new found delights of gently milking every last juice drop from Whitney’s softening penis. While his breath slowed, Whitney gazed up at curves of his brother’s bottom, draped in a pajama top. He slid both hands along the back of Ellis slender legs, up under the hem line, to caress the 10-year-old’s soft round buns. “So nice,” he muttered. Whitney pulled Ellis’ knees past his shoulders, spreading the young boy’s knees so that his brother’s small, aching hardness bobbed against his lips. Guessing what was ahead, Ellis rested the side of his face on the front of his big brother’s undies, with his weight on his folded arms. He inhaled sharply as Whitney’s tongue traced every bit of his tightly clenching little bag, hot wetness dragging across every millimeter of his nuts. He gasped when his brother engulfed him entirely, his dick tickling the back of Whitney’s throat, while the teenager sealed his lips around the 5th-grader’s balls. Whitney alternated hard suction with tender tongue scrubbing, then kissed his way up Elli’s genitals to his taint. Briefly sucking on the younger boy’s perineum, he pulled the pajama hem up and over the little boy’s waist, so he could gently squeeze his creamy, slender buttocks. Whitney spread Elli’s soft round globes, releasing bath soap fragrance. The younger boy wasn’t prepared for what happened next, as his brother dragged his tongue up Ellis’ crack. Though squeaky clean from his evening bath, Whitney took several minutes rewashing every inch of his brother’s pillowy mounds, then worked his tongue around Ellis’ clenching anus. The younger boy quietly squealed, and pushed his ass back against Whitney’s face. Whitney returned his lips to Ellis’ scrotum, licking each tenderly. At the same time, he gently stroked the younger boy’s stalk, while using his other fingers to gently rub circles around around Ellis’ tight boy pussy. Elly was panting, submerged in so many new sensations. He wondered why a finger against his hole felt so good, when he realized Whitney’s dick was hard again, and pressing against his cheek. Pushing the older boy’s waistband down to get at that pulsing pole, Ellis quickly gripped the teenage base, and wrapped his lips Whitney’s aching helmet. Tasting just a bit of delicious pre-cum, he hoped to milk some more out of his brother’s generous love pump, and he slid 3 inches of penis into his hungry little mouth. “Huhhhhh,” Whitney moaned around his brother’s smooth sack, his nose rubbing into Ellis’ taint. Just then, his fingertip popped into his brother’s muscular ring, and it was the younger boy’s turn to softly cry out. The teenager worked his lips back to Ellis’ angry tip, then slurped him in all the way to his pre-pubescent pubis. As Whitney’s finger worked a little further into his brother’s bottom, it took no more than three strokes with his ravenous mouth to pull Elli’s dry sparkles out of the young boy’s penis. As his hips thrust into Whitney’s face, he groaned, accidentally biting down, making Whitney cry out. “Teeth! Teeth!” he hissed. “Oh, soorrr..oooohuuiuuuh,” Ellis heaved. Then his pulses slowly faded. “I’m sorry, Whit!” he finally whispered, as he caught his breath. “It was just…so…wow.” His brother chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it.” “You have no idea,” he said, grinning in post-orgasmic bliss. Whitney’s cock tapped against his face. Ellis quietly giggled and kissed it. Then he grasped it by the shaft to pull the pulsating prong into his mouth. As his tongue and cheeks slid down Whitney’s length, Ellis’ finger fluted down to the older boy’s full, smooth sack. Gently massaging the teenager’s testicles, Ellis’ licked and sucked the sensitive upper half of his brother’s adolescence. Eagerly swallowing more delicious boy juice, Ellis bobbed his head faster, and Whitney’s hips began thrusting in time. Whitney choked moans, caressing his brother’s soft little buns, and tryed in futility to hold back his mounting orgasm. He loved Ellis so much, and he could have spent eternity with his dick in his brother’s warm, wet mouth. His nuts contracted, and his cock erupted. As a very thin burst of watery cum flew into his brother’s mouth, Whitney groaned through gnashing teeth. “Oh, Elly!” The younger boy eagerly swallowed another jet from his brother’s knob, then used his hand to gently milk the last few dribbles into his mouth. While Whitney recovered, Ellis delicately drew his nose along his brother’s tender, softening length. Over the next year, he’d come to memorize every bit of that penis. Ellis crawled around and lay down next to his brother. The boys’ lips met for a tender kiss, and Whitney could smell and taste his own ejaculate. “Can I stay here tonight?” Ellis asked brightly. Whitney chuckled. “OK, dude.” The bigger boy rolled Ellis onto his side, pulled the covers over them both, then spooned around his brother. Hugging his little brother into him, Whitney whispered into his brother’s ear. “I love you, Elly.” “I…love…uuu..too,” Ellis mumbled, falling quickly asleep.

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