Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
Ben's Booty Boy
by Amber Fountaine
Chapter Two
A truce of sorts existed between Pete and Martha for a couple of weeks. Neither teased or taunted the other and it was very pleasant. But if couldn't last forever. One afternoon, while their parents were gone, Pete mentioned that Warren was on the way over.
"Shit, Ben is coming over too. Can't you sissies go over to Warren's house to play with your silly little pee-pees?"
That caught Pete by surprise. Normally, no matter what language or sexual insinuations she threw at him, he didn't respond in what he considered a vulgar way. But without thinking, he responded as if it had been Warren taunting him.
"Well the reason he's coming over here is so we can watch you blow Ben. He's never seen a real slut in action before."
"If Ben hears you've been calling me a slut he'll kick your ass."
"He'd have to stop and take his dick out of yours to do it."
"You're just jealous `cause you'll never have a dick like his."
"He is a big dick alright."
"I'm gonna tell him you said that."
It was the sort of argument that only kids, especially siblings, could have. And then suddenly, Martha had a comprehension of what might be behind her brother's attitude. "You're jealous," she said, her look of wrath changing into a knowing grin.
"Of what?"
"Of Ben. Of me. That I get to play with his beautiful big prick and you have to play with Warren's teeny weenie."
There were dozens of better retorts than the one he chose. "Warren's prick isn't so teeny - or small or. . ." He stopped himself before he said something incriminating.
As far as Martha was concerned, he already had. She was damn near jumping in her seat on the couch where she'd been watching TV before the pointless argument had begun. "I knew it. I knew you'd been playing with Warren's prick. You really are a sissy. You really are jealous of me and Ben. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
Pete couldn't see where saying that Warren's prick wasn't that small was the same as admitting he played with it, but he wasn't sure either. This was unfamiliar ground to him and he had to say something quick to cover his actions. "Yeah, but I've never sucked him."
"Says you. I'll bet that's why he's coming over here." Martha was beside herself. Every time Pete said something he was digging himself a deeper hole. She was so proud of herself that she actually started acting nice. "You know, maybe if you weren't such an obnoxious little pest Ben would let you play with his cock too. Would you like that? Should I ask him? Maybe he'd think you look cute in those pink panties you put on every time you go over to Warren's. Ben likes pretty panties. I'm sure he'd think you look cute."
Pete was running out of ideas for things to say. In desperation, he told her, "Wouldn't mom like to know that Ben likes your panties. Besides, I don't wear panties every time I go over to Warren's." He didn't understand why Martha thought that was so funny until later in his room when he had a chance to think about it. By telling her he didn't wear them every time, he was a much as say he did wear them some of the time. And he also decided that Martha probably had every right to think he and Warren had been more intimate if she knew he'd been wearing those panties to be with Warren. She was right every step of the way. He'd put the panties on about an hour ago and it was just because Warren was on the way.
Then Warren showed up and Pete didn't know what to do. Warren wanted to know if they were still going to find a way to spy on Martha and this guy that was supposed to have a humongous cock. Pete didn't think it was a good idea for them to do anything that might further irritate his sister and Ben, and then he got a surprise when Martha hollered that she and Ben were going to walk down to the convenience store on the corner to get a couple of large cokes and would be back in about an hour.
They heard the front door shut and knew that if they were going to do anything, they had to hurry. Pete just happened to have the pink panties on in anticipation of Warren's arrival and that's why he'd been so upset that his sister seemed to know. But with that behind them, the more pressing issue was the two of them jacking off before his sister got back. Within a couple of minutes of the front door slamming shut, the two boys were on Pete's bed, shoulder to shoulder, stroking their pricks. They began discussing the same old subjects that had been bandied about a lot in the last couple of weeks - like bisexuality and how old you should be to try it. About the time they were both close to cumming and admitted they both wanted to try being bisexual someday, the door to Pete's bedroom flew open just in time for Ben and Martha to hear Warren tell Pete how good it had felt when Pete had held his cock and how he wished that Pete would do it again.
"Go ahead," Ben ordered Pete. "You heard what he said. He wants you to play with his prick for him."
Martha was standing beside and slightly behind Ben. "I told you that's what they've been doing."
Ben nodded but addressed the boys, "What's the matter? Don't you sissies know how to suck each other?
Pete was frozen in mid-stroke. His prick was just long enough that the head stuck up out of his fist. Warren was being much more modest. He'd cupped both hands over his genitals, trying to hide them from view. Modest or not, he noticed something that Pete hadn't. Ben was making no effort to hide the way he was rubbing the front of his jeans. Warren noticed something else too, and that was that Ben was rubbing a good way down the inside of one leg of the jeans. Pete was amazed to hear Warren ask Martha, who had moved around Ben to stand near Warren's side of the bed, "Is he really as big as Pete says?"
Martha laughed and turned to Ben. "I think the sissies want to see your cock. Why don't you show it to them."
With a smile that was more like a sneer, Ben did just that, undoing the front of his jeans and pushing the jeans and his underwear to mid-thigh, letting that big dick spring free. He moved his hips a little so that it swung around from side to side and each arch seemed to be just a little higher as it grew and thickened, getting a "Wow," of appreciation from Warren.
Martha let them enjoy the show for a moment then told them, "You heard what he said. You two sissies go back to playing with each other."
Pete was about to protest that they hadn't been doing that, but Warren was more obedient. He'd been urging Pete to do each other and being ordered to do it seemed like a gift of timing. Pete was to his left so he used his left hand to grasp Pete's prick and began to stroke it. Between watching Ben stroke his monster and Warren's hand on him, Pete's resistance disappeared and he joined in. Pete took Warren's stiff little member in his right hand and began to pump it. Then Ben waddled over to Pete's side of the bed, grabbed Pete's free hand, and put it on his prick.
Pete felt like there was electricity running out of that power pole of Ben's, down his left arm and across to his right, and through his right hand into Warren's dick. At least he assumed that was why Warren's cock got so much bigger and harder in his right hand. But he was more concerned with the size and heft of the one in his left. Like Martha, he couldn't get his fingers all the way around it. There was a gap of at least a half inch between his thumb and index finger. The fingers of his right hand, around Warren's prick, overlapped more than that.
After watching all the boys having fun for a minute or two, Martha wanted to get involved, but not in front of the two sissy boys. "You two stay in here and make each other happy. I'll tell you when you can come out of your room."
Pete nodded reluctantly, but Warren told her, "Yes ma'am."
Ben pulled his pants up far enough that he could walk by holding them up with one hand. Martha took his prick in her hand and led him out of Ben's room and down the hall, looking much like a child pulling a wagon.
With Ben and Martha gone, the boys could have stopped fondling each other, but that option never occurred to either of them. They'd both harbored a desire to do what they were doing - and more - and since they'd already started . . . Well it just seemed silly to them to stop now.
Usually Warren waited until after they'd cum before beginning his sexual speculations. But with Pete's dick in his hand and his dick in Pete's, he was inspired to start early. "Did you hear what he said? I thought they were going to make us suck each other."
"I think he asked if we knew how. Remember? He said, `Don't you sissies know how?' He didn't say anything about we had to."
Warren wasn't to be dissuaded. "I think I'd have done it. Would you? I mean if they made us?"
Between the pretty pink panties, holding Ben's big cock, and he and Warren playing with each other's pricks, Pete was at a new level of eroticism. He readily admitted. "Yeah. Why not."
"Do you want to try it some time? I think I do."
This was getting to be too much for Pete. He had a hard time answering, "Uh . . . yeah . . . uh . . . yes some . . . time . . ." and then he was spewing cum on Warren's hand, arm and belly. He lay still for a moment, recovering from the intense climax, when Warren reminded him, "I need to cum too."
Pete didn't hesitate to resume stroking Warren, using first one hand and then the other. It must have felt to Warren as if two different people were jacking his cock because it got him going in a hurry. Warren began muttering, talking in short sentences like he usually did about sex. "That feels good." "Oh yes." "Mmm, like that." When Pete used one hand to jack Warren and the other to fondle his balls, Warren closed his eyes and began to verbalize his fantasies. "You do that so good . . . better than a real girl . . . I want to try that . . . want to . . . suck . . . suck each other . . . taste . . . cum . . . cumming . . ."
Pete knew from the words Warren was mumbling that he'd been fantasizing about the two of them sucking each other. He'd been very tempted to lean over and put his mouth on Warren's cock. He was certain, if he hadn't cum first, that he would have done it. He was sure they wanted to, had both resolved to try it, and were just waiting for the right opportunity. He was almost as certain that if Ben and Martha hadn't snuck back in the house, or whatever they'd done to catch him and Warren together, that they would have probably tried jacking each other anyway - and maybe more. Having Martha tell them to, with the added inspiration of Ben waving his cock around, had just made it happen quicker.
"I have to pee," Warren told him a few minutes later.
"Yeah. Me too. I guess my sister can't get pissed if we need to piss."
"You going to aim it for me?"
Suddenly Pete realized that he'd never stopped stroking Warren's cock. He was slowly rubbing it like he did his own after he jacked off, often bringing it back to life for another go. Without acknowledging that's what he'd been doing, he told Warren. "Let me go see if it's alright."
The bathroom was down the hall and across from Martha's room. He thought about knocking on her door to ask if it was alright if they used the bathroom. But what if she said no? Wetting the bed wasn't an option at his age. He'd paused outside her bedroom door, not sure if they'd gone there or back to the den, when he heard Ben murmuring much like Warren had done. He strained to make sense of the words, but couldn't. However that didn't keep him from having images of Ben, naked on his sister's bed, his huge cock glistening with saliva as his sister sucked it. Then he heard Ben say, "You've got cum on your titties." He wondered if Martha had jacked him off again or if she'd blown him and all that cum had run out of her mouth and down on her tits. That was a pretty hot image too. He thought about the night he'd seen Ben's cum coating her face and realized he was getting stiff again, his little cock pushing out of the pink panties. He stepped across the hall, used the toilet and returned to his room. It had been while he was peeing that he'd gotten another inspiration.
"What did she say?" Warren asked as soon as Pete returned.
"Uh, it's okay to go pee. But uh she said - Ben too - they both said you can't leave until we suck each other. They're really gonna make us do it after all." Then he waited, sure that Warren would make some sort of token protest or ask for clarification.
But Warren merely smiled. "Then I guess we have to. You want me to go first?"
Pete almost laughed at how easy that had worked. He was more than glad to let Warren go first, but he also knew that after he'd cum, like earlier, he wouldn't be as eager to do Warren. "Let's take turns. You do me for a while and I'll do you for a while. How soon do you have to leave?"
"I've got plenty of time."
Since Warren was still naked and sprawled on the bed, Pete decided to move before Warren might change his mind. He knew if he got Warren started, there'd be no stopping him and that he was the same way. He needed to start before he thought about it too much and chickened out. So he sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over between Warren's legs and propped himself on one elbow, and with his free hand lifted Warren cock, admiring it for a moment before putting it in his mouth.
Martha had heard the toilet flush and remembered she'd confined the boys to Pete's room. She hadn't taken into consideration that they might need to use the toilet and decided, since Ben was about to leave anyway, that she'd go tell them it was okay for them to leave too. She'd put on a robe and had gone to Pete's door and then for some reason, feminine intuition possibly, she decided to peek in first. She was just in time to see her brother give his first blowjob.
She was sure that's what he was doing and had no way of knowing it was his first time doing it. She'd suspected the panty-wearing sissy had been doing things like that with his friend for some time. She watched the movement of the two and became certain she was witnessing a blowjob. Why else would he have his head bobbing above that part of Warren's body? But she wished she had a better view. She was desperate to learn how to do that. Ben wanted her to blow him and she was very willing to do it, but the one time she'd tried she'd bit him on her first attempt, causing him to flinch and shove her away. Now she was afraid to do it for fear of making him upset again and if she didn't do it soon, she was afraid he'd find some other girl. There were a lot of rumors going around about the size of Ben's cock and Martha knew there were several girls that wanted to find out firsthand if those rumors were true. She could think of at least three just in her circle of friends that would be only too glad to suck Ben's big cock. He seemed to love the hand jobs like she'd just given him, but that wouldn't last forever.
She was just about to pull the door shut when Ben, now fully dressed and ready to leave, came up behind her to see what she was doing. Looking over her head, which was easy for him to do since he was easily a head taller, he watched the scene on Pete's bed for a moment, and then pulled her away from the door. As she moved back, she silently pulled the door shut and they walked to the front of the house.
"Maybe you should get that sissy brother of yours to show you how," he told her when she tried to kiss him goodbye. She agreed to think about it, told him to come back the next day after her folks went to work, and after shutting the door behind him, went back to her room to do some of that thinking.
Had she decided to check in on Pete and his friend, she'd have seen that they'd swapped positions and that Pete was now on the receiving end of the cock sucking session. Almost from the moment Pete's blowjob began, Pete was coming to two conclusions. Either Warren was a natural at sucking a dick or he had some experience that he'd as yet kept secret from Pete. What Pete would later find out was that he was right on both counts. All men, he'd discover over the next few years, were naturals at sucking cock because they had one and knew what it took to make a guy feel good. He'd also find out shortly that Warren and his little brother Tommy had been blowing each other for the last six months.
But for the moment, Pete was too busy marveling at the sensations that Warren was producing and trying to remember what Warren was doing to create them to do much speculation on anything else. Then it was his turn again and he tried to duplicate everything that Warren had done.
Not surprisingly, Pete was the first to cum the next time Warren took a turn. The sensations Warren provided him each time were too much to hold off very long. What did surprise Pete was that Warren didn't hesitate to take Pete's load in his mouth, and then, expecting that Warren would want to spit it out, was more amazed to see him swallow it.
"You swallowed it," Pete said, more in wonder than as a question.
Warren realized too late that he'd been a bit too eager to do that. "Well I didn't know what else to do with it. I . . . We've both tasted our own, remember. It's not bad at all. Try it," he added, reminding Pete that he hadn't cum yet.
It took Pete a moment to work up the resolve to keep his part of the bargain. As Pete returned to sucking Warren, he visualized Martha, sucking Ben and getting so much cum in her mouth that she couldn't swallow fast enough, letting some leak out onto her tits. If his little sister could suck a cock the size of Ben's, surely he could suck off one the size of Warren's. A few minutes later, when Warren announced he was going to cum, Pete made a point of stopping just long enough to tell Warren that he wanted him to cum in his mouth. Then he resumed the sucking action and was quickly granted his request.
After Warren made his long delayed trip to the toilet to pee, they lay together talking and Warren admitted that he'd used Pete's phone to call home while Pete had been gone to the bathroom and had gotten permission to spend the night. That meant he hadn't had to leave and could have refused the edict from Ben and Martha that they couldn't leave until they'd sucked each other. "I guess we really didn't have to do it," he said, somewhat shyly.
Since Warren was honest about that, Pete told him there'd been no such edict, that he'd made it up so that they'd finally suck each other like he was sure they both wanted to do. Instead of being mad about being tricked, Warren thought it was funny and they both laughed about it, each admitting they'd wanted to blow the other for several weeks.
Then Warren told Pete how his little brother had watched them jack off together about a year ago and how he'd started pestering Warren to let him join in on the fun. Instead, Warren had begun jacking off with Tommy too, and six months earlier, they'd tried sucking each other, had liked it, and had been doing it almost daily ever since. "Every time my folks are out of the house and he's home the little twerp is either putting my cock in his mouth or trying to stick his prick in my mouth."
"Wish I had a little brother instead of a bitchy sister," Pete told him.
With that all out in the open, the boys sucked each other again before going to sleep that night, and again just after daybreak. Pete's dad had woken them leaving the house and they'd never said a word, reaching first to feel each other's morning stiffie, muttering words of approval, as they took turns at their new hobby. Pete's lips still felt tingly from giving that last blowjob when Martha called him into her room to talk. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do.
Martha had the innate disposition of the Alpha male. At an early age it had upset her that Pete had been allowed to be born first. For reasons she didn't understand, it was important to her that she do things before her older brother. When she was out of diapers and he was still in them, she'd been in her glory. It wasn't so much that she wanted to cause her brother ridicule that had motivated her to tell everyone that Pete was a bedwetter and she wasn't. She merely wanted to point out that she was more mature than her older brother. That same motivation had been behind much of the friction between them. Another proud moment had been when she decided she needed to start shaving her legs and underarms before Pete had any hair anywhere that he could shave. Her pubic hair had become a small tuft before Pete had so much as had a hair to play with. It had been like that at every turn of events in their lives with Martha leading the way. But now she had to go to Pete to ask that he teach her how to suck a cock. It was humiliating.
More so when Pete refused. "I can't do that," he told her.
"Yes you can," she insisted. "I saw you doing it to Warren so I know you know how to do it.
"How?"
"How did I see you or how can you teach me?"
"Both."
"I started to go in your room last night to tell you two you could come out, but as soon as I had the door open I could see what you were doing. You were much too busy trying to get another kind of cum to come out to notice me standing there."
As to how he could teach her, well, she didn't have a ready answer for that. "You could, uh, let me watch you do Warren," she suggested.
Pete looked at her and was about to protest that there might not be a next time, that it was something they'd done only that one time as an experiment. But he knew that wasn't true and he wasn't a very good liar. He had to tell her something and he couldn't keep looking her in the eye and that's when he realized that she'd never gotten dressed. She was pulling out all the stops to arouse him and talk him into agreeing with her plan.
At one time, when they'd been younger, she'd spend all day in her nightgown if their mom would let her. But since she'd started growing boobs, that had ended and she always wore a robe around the house. But not this morning. She was wearing a shortie, baby-doll nightie that he'd never seen before. "Warren already went home," he said, putting an end to that subject. Then he mentioned what was on his mind. "Is that a new nightgown?"
"Yes. And if you'll help me, I might let you borrow it."
"Why would I want to borrow it?" He'd only meant to compliment her, not ask where he could get one of his own.
"Well don't you think you'd look cute in a pretty nightie like this when you're blowing Warren? He might think so. Maybe Ben would too."
"That's ridiculous!" he retorted, but even as he was speaking the words, he was thinking about it, forming an image of what he might look like in a gown like she was wearing. He suddenly wished he was wearing something other than the same pink panties he'd put on the previous afternoon when he knew Warren was on his way over. He glanced down to see if his cock was as hard as it felt like it might be and if it was sticking out at all. What he saw almost made him laugh. The head of his cock was caught under the waistband of the panties, causing his cock to bow and the waistband to stick out a couple of inches away from his belly.
Martha saw him look down and did too. "Looks like you really love those panties. I know you tricked me out of them. Laura told me what you said."
Pete had to smile. That had been one of the few times he'd gotten one over on her and he had gotten a lot of mileage out of those panties. The biggest problem had been keeping them hidden from his mom while washing them and drying them. Martha seemed to know what he was thinking.
"You know if we helped each other, we might get along better," she suggested.
Pete was wary. A `nice' Martha was something entirely new to him. He felt he had every reason to be suspicious of her intentions. "Help how? He asked cautiously.
"Lots of ways. Around the house for instance. And you could help me with my homework. You've already had all the classes I'll be taking and you make straight A's."
He was almost afraid to ask, "How are you gonna help me?"
"Would you like to spend more time around the house like a girl? With mom working again, we're gonna be home by ourselves almost every day after school and on vacations and stuff. I could help you dress up and get you some more panties so you don't have to keep wearing the ones you have on . . . I really think you'd like it if you tried it. Don't tell my you don't like wearing my panties. Just think how much fun it might be to wear other things too. I bet if you ask Warren, he'll want to see you dressed up cute."
"So if I help you with homework and around the house and stuff, you're gonna dress me up like a girl?" Pete couldn't understand why he was even considering it. But she was right, over the short time he'd done it, he did love wearing her panties. And for the last few minutes, ever since she'd suggested that he wear her nightgown, he'd had one vision after another of himself dressed that way. Warren was with him in most of those images and he was sure she was right about that too.
"Yeah, I think you'd really look cute dressed up. But," she took a deep breath and continued, "mostly - more than anything else - I want to learn how to give a blowjob."
Pete thought that was ridiculous, but he was smart enough not to laugh. Less than 24 hours earlier he hadn't a clue how to give a blowjob and here she was coming to him for advice on how to do it. However, he also realized that is the ONLY time he could remember that she'd ever come to him for advice. Up to now, she'd always given him her advice, and almost always, he'd never asked for it. In the past, she'd rather get a bad grade than admit he might know something she didn't and had never asked his help with homework. So while it was a strange conversation for a brother and sister to have, this new position thrilled him to the extent that he agreed, though not sure what he was getting into. He was relatively certain he could get Warren to go along with letting Martha watch them. He hadn't forgotten how quickly Warren had shed his modesty and started stroking Pete's cock when she'd told him to. "Okay," he told her. "I guess we can do that."
She jumped up off her bed and went to one of her dresser drawers. When she turned back around, she had another nightie and matching panties in her hands. "Here. Go take a shower, put these on, and hurry back so we can talk some more."
Pete tactfully readjusted his erection so that it was off to one side again; the only way it would fit in the panties when hard. He supposed, after playing with Ben's for the last couple of months, that Martha would hardly notice anyway. Then he went to do as she'd told him. After showering and drying off, he inspected the panties she'd given him that went with the nightgown, then put them on, and discovered they were much different than the pink ones he'd been wearing. These were made of the same thin material as the nightie, had ruffles around the legs and were much larger and looser fitting - too loose to hold his stiffie to one side as he'd done with the pink panties. As a result, his erection caused a small tent in the front and there was nothing he could do about it until his erection went away.
So he put on the nightie in hopes it would cover it and again was out of luck. The hem of the top of the baby-doll nightie came to just below the waist of the panties, leaving his stiff prick very visible. While that was his biggest concern, he couldn't help but notice how he looked in a nightgown and wondered if Warren would think he was as sexy looking as the opinion Pete was forming of himself. He posed in the bathroom mirror, turning one way and the other. He thought about the guys at school and how they'd often stood around passing judgment on the girls walking by. Invariably one of them would remark, "I'd fuck her," and they'd all chuckle. What made it so funny was that they always said that, no matter what the girl looked like so it was obvious that if given the chance, they'd fuck anything. What made it more ironic, and humorous in a way, was that in his little clique of friends, they all knew they'd never get the chance. Pete was almost laughing when he looked at his sissy, feminine image in the mirror and whispered to himself, "I'd fuck her." Then he winked at himself and headed for Martha's room to begin his training.
To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com