Subject: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Three: The Pennell Brothers… The Lessons Continue: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Three: The Pennell Brothers… The Lessons Continue: Author’s Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex, teenagers and 9 year olds offend, do not read.This story and its copyright is solely the property of the author. Please do not share without permission. If this is illegal where you live, don’t do it. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. Donate: Nifty operates free because there’s people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It’s worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback, criticism, comments and such are appreciated. Send ail. July, 1969 “God, that was so good Johnny- I love fucking that sweet ass. It will be even better next time.” he whispered before kissing my shoulder. I turned my head and met his lips. His kiss was deep and tender. “I loved your cock up my ass.” I said as our lips parted. I pushed my ass cheeks back to my brother’s groin. A sleep of exhaustion settled over us. How long I slept, I was not sure, but I awoke happy to have had my cherry popped by my brother. Steven still slept, with an arm an leg draped over my naked body. I had to giggle because though he still lightly snoring, I could feel his stirring cock engorging to a semi-erection. I could not wait to show my buddies that there is more to do then “I show you mine- if you show me yours.” The Next Day… It was Friday and my Parents followed the routine of early departure for the factories. My brother, Steven, was getting ready to leave for his job at the market. Lifting boxes and crates added to the development of his muscles. I was able to give him a blow job before he left by slipping under the covers when I went to wake him. Even at 9 years old- I was given some freedom that most kids envied. Going to the park, movies or riding the bike around were all a okay. I lived in a town stuck in time of almost a naive view of life. In an era of Vietnam, Race Riots and Woodstock, a stolen bicycle would sooner make headlines in the hometown paper. I washed up and slipped on a pair of my cut-off shorts. Worn and frayed. these felt the best against my naked butt. Going “commando” during the Summer was the best! I clattered down the stairs of the wooden back porch to get my Schwinn bike. I jumped on the banana seat and pedaled down the alley. As the tires hit the main street my little pecker hardened thinking of what what mt buddy, Paul, would think of my new additions to my sexual education- all thanks to Steven. I could still taste my brother’s cum in my mouth sweet and salty. This sensation made my cock rock hard as I peddled my bike. My hand had to adjust my crotch a few times before I reached Paul’s house. Paul’s family lived in one of the newer houses not far from my block. But, the yard looked like a scrap yard! The were car parts. old tires and at least two old junkers on the dirt front yard. Paul’s 18 year old brother Dwight was always working on them. Paul, like his two brothers, had curly red hair. He was taller than me and had body I guess would you could describe as “thin frame.” He had a cute turned up nose with a sprinkling of freckles. I was about 8 months ago that he gave me a full view of of his 10 year old body. He was very free about showing of his body. We were down by the river on a balmy Autumn afternoon when my friend dropped his jeans for a piss. His pale ass seemed to shimmer in the October sun. Paul turned to me as he shook the last drops from his four inch dick. Two things immediately caught my attention- first was that he was circumcised and that he had a boner! Even at istanbul travesti 4 inches his cock was tempting. He was rock hard and pointing at the blue sky. A smooth flesh column topped with a mushroom head. I was hypnotize by it’s beauty. Before I knew it, I dropped my pants and briefs to piss also. My hand pulled back the foreskin and I let out a stream of pee into the bushes. Paul stared at my prick with amazed gaze. “Wow! Your dick has extra skin!” he exclaimed “Yeah, It’s called a foreskin (I looked it up in the encyclopedia). They usually cut it off after your born. But some don’t- I’m one of them. See?” I said as I pulled my cock hood up and down. Before I got the words out, my dick was equally hard. “Hey, let me show you my clothes hanger.” Paul said as he moved closer towards me with his jeans at his ankles. He took off his flannel shirt and hung it on his pecker. He was right- his dick was so hard that it held up under the weight of the garment. We laughed and examined each others pre-puberty penises. Every day after that our playtime would be highlighted by us dropping our pants. So naturally. I thought he should be the first to experience my new “hobby.” I parked my bike in his front yard by a heap of auto parts before walking around the house to the backyard. The red pick-up parked by the side of the house belonged to Dwight, oldest of the 3 Pennell boys. Sure enough, there was my friend squatting on a wooden soda crate working on his bicycle. I joined him and watched his attempts to fix the chain. “Hey Johnny” he said in a frustrated tone, “I can’t get this piece of shit back on.” “Can’t Dwight help you? He is good at repairing somethings.” I said sympathetically. “Nah. he’s still asleep- he was out late. What have you been doing?” he responded. He was in loose shorts, Keds Sneakers, and a T-Shirt- just enough for the hot Summer weather. Paul was curious about the big grin on face. Bursting with horniness-the moment opened to tell him all that my brother and I did the day before. My body was shaking with excitement. Leaning closer to my buddy, I began to relate every detail of the amazing sexual experience- from the moment I walked into Steven’s bedroom to falling asleep with his cock up my rectum. His eyes grew wide and the jaw dropped with my description of the sweaty sexual adventure. Every word was causing a growing strain in our shorts. At one point or another in my recollection, our hand were down in our crotch pinching at our hard dicklettes. Then came the stream of questions-all said in less than low voice. “How big was it?” “How did it taste?” “Did it hurt?” “Did you cry” Each question came like a hushed gasp. I never saw Paul this excited= his face was red, and not because of the heat! “You lucky fucker! I’ve only seen my brothers pull their peckers until white stuff spurted out. I tried it and only got the “shivers”, (his term for orgasm.) he said in an excited voice. “Damn your lucky!” he exclaimed It was at this point of mutual excitement that I reached between the bicycle frame and latched on the lump in his powder blue shorts. At first he flinched but quickly ground forward into my grip. I had a huge mischievous grin that beamed horniness. This expression was soon mirrored in Paul’s face. “Well, you now- today may be your lucky buddy.” I teased as leaned in to his ear. “Remember how you would point your dick and say ‘Want a nickel, suck this pickle.’ Well you can even keep the nickel. ” I whispered. My friend broke into a blush as he check around to make sure no one was looking. He stood up and brushed his hands on the seat of his shorts . Paul jerked his head towards the tool shed. I got up and followed in anticipation of what may happen next. The shed was a tar papered structure with a doorway,but no door. A small window faced away from the house. We entered the dark space that had a musty smell accent with a hint of motor oil. Paul was excited as I pushed him against a cluttered work bench. His breathing was heavy and rapid. In one swift effort, I was on my knees- eye level to the bulge in his shorts. My hands gripped the elastic and in one motion pulled them to his ankles. I was afraid my buddy might chicken out- so it had to begin with no fooling kadıköy travesti around. It was no sooner that his cock sprang free of it’s restraint that my mouth and tongue went into action. Less than half the length of my brother’s cock, Paul’s rock hard dick slid easily up my tongue and into my hungry mouth. I swirled my tongue around the smooth hard shaft and tickled to pee hole with the tip of my tongue. His body was was rigid but the soft globes of his butt cheeks made a perfect target for my hands to grip. My friend’s breathing was loud and rapid- punctuated by gasps and moans. It was obvious his boy-gasm was not far off. His hand held the back of my neck as I moved back and forth in a steady rhythm. I was so involved in sucking my buddy that I didn’t notice the shadowy form in the doorway. Paul’s ass clenched. I looked up to his face as I gave his dick my full efforts. His head was thrown back with eyes closed and eye brows raised. It only took to no more than two more bobs of my head before his body shook. A sweet thin liquid coated my tongue in reward. But our fun was suddenly ended. “So this is what you little shits do all day!” said Dwight, Paul’s 18 year old brother, in hoarse deep authoritative voice. In shock, I spun around as Paul urgently grabbed for the waist band of his shorts. Dwight’s body blocked the door. He was built like the often talked-about brick shit house. He was a man! Wide shoulders that tapered down a toned torso to a narrow waste. His handsome face was accent by the family upturned nose and curly red hair. The dirty overalls were held up at the bib with straining straps. There was not enough material to cover his hair laced pectorals. His dark nipples were exposed to the Summer air. But most noticeable was the straining coil at his crotch. It became more obvious when his hard-tendon-ed hand groped the bulge as his work boots crossed the threshold. My friend and I were frozen like statues. Fear was thick in the air as we expected to be beaten hard for our “play.” Paul let out low sobs as he well knew what kind of temper smoldered in his big brother. “You know Mom and Dad would really tan your ass if they knew about this Shit Head (his name for Paul. So, Dick-Head (his name for me) is your secret cock sucker?” Dwight said, as he walked towards us. “But maybe we will keep it our secret if you two little shits make me happy.” he continued as his hand left his crotch to unsnap the straps of his overalls. The well-worn front of his work clothes drooped easily down the hard muscled torso. The coveralls front bunched at the exposed crest of his flame red pubic curls. Thin trickles of sweat traveled down the hard torso and disappeared in the trail of hair the separated his abs. With two steps, he was towering over me as I knelt in front of his little brother. With a forceful push from his brother, Paul joined me on his knees. A little effort was used as he eased down the overalls passed his ass and over his thick thighs. Now we were given the the full exposure to an awesome man cock! Swinging above two heavy golf ball size testicles was a penis several inches longer than my brother’s 7″ meat. Added to to the length was a girth like that of a beer bottle. Rooted in the fiery pubic bush was a 10″ hard beast the tapered as it came to the flaring cock head. His cock was corded with veins which made it look even more intimidating. It spasmed as it increased in rigor. Without being touched, the one-eyed monster was soon swinging above my forehead. “Well! Get to work on it you little shits!” Dwight commanded. The strength of his voice broke the spell that was on Paul and me. My hand was the first to make contact with the column of flesh. The clasped grip could not surround the shaft. I could feel Dwight’s heart beat as I grasped his cock- almost unsure how to tackle this man meat. Paul’s fingers soon tried to encircled his brother’s tool also. I stroked up slowly getting an immediate response of precum dripping from the piss slit. Without further hesitation by tongue darted to the source of the sweet nectar. Paul watched with eyes wide as I ran my tongue along the slit and ridge of the circumcised head. Our hands stroked the cock while I buried my nose beneath it- lapping bakırköy travesti at the heavy nut sack. The smell of musk and sweat brought my lust to a boil. My mouth could only fit one ball at a time- I bathed the heavy hangers in my saliva. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Paul licking the head of his brother’s cock. Dwight’s response to have two boy tongues on his prick came in grunts and the occasional “Oh yeah.” The 18 year old’s paw-like hand grabbed me by my hair and disconnected my mouth from his testicles – resulting in a loud slurp. “Come on, get to work on it. Open your mouth Dickhead.” he barked. My head was guided up to the cock head were my tongue met Paul’s. I opened my lips and took over the the leaking head from the 10 year old brother.I opened wide and tried to get use to the girth of the shaft. I thought my jaw would be dislocated as forcefully the giant prick invaded my pie-hole. The first inches slipped in as my tongue massaged the underside of the penis. But it didn’t stop at that that measure. Dwight was determined to choke me with this this pole. My eyes teared up as my air supply was obstructed by 10 inches of hard cock. I was breathing through my nose as opened my throat. Any discomfort I felt was now replaced with my 9 year old lust to take all of it or choke trying. Paul watched as I gagged on his brother’s dick. His cock got hard again as he saw the drool ooze from my mouth. The shaft was slimed with my spit. This was different from the blowjobs I gave to my brother Steven. There was an animal lust behind Dwight’s intention to flood me with semen- and I loved it! Dwight’s finger’s were tangled in my hair but I felt Paul’s hand on the back of my neck urging me on. He pressed his lips to the exposed section of his brothers penis as the red headed giant thrust his hips back and forth. The friction of his little brother’s lips brought out a loud groan. “Fuck yeah! That’s it! work it good!” he exclaimed. Every once in awhile I would pull of the cock in order to give Paul a chance. His eager mouth tried to take in the massive meat, but it was evident he needed more experience. His older brother pushed him away and continued to shove the hard column into my gullet. I gagged and sputtered as I tried to swallow more and more. His thrusts were now in rhythm to my bobbing head. His other hand now clamped my head in a vice grip. The low hanging ball-sack would slap under my chin as I choked more of the cock past my tonsils. I only had a few inches left, but Dwight’s ragged breathing told me my reward was not far off. “Come on! Open up Dickhead! It feels so good. Damn you’re good! Don’t stop! he growled. Paul was now a spectator to my hunger for his big brother’s dick. Urgent groans filled the air of the shack. “Oh God! I’m gonna shoot! Fuuuuuuuuccccck man! I’m cuuuuuuummmmmminnnnggggg!” He didn’t have to tell me because I felt the tremors of his prick rattle in my throat. His sweaty body seemed to be flexing every muscle as the orgasm was eminent. Just as his finger tips dug into skull, I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. “Fuuuuuccccck yeah! eat my load Johnny!” In rapid fire, I got a second, third. fourth, fifth volley of hot semen I was choking and gurgling on the cream thick cum flooding my throat. It was to much for me to keep swallowing as a stream dribbled down my chin. Dwight pulled out of my mouth before the last splatter of jizz shot from his cock head. It glazed my face- hair to chin. As if he was marking his territory, Dwight slapped his softening dick on my face- spreading the cum. He then pulled Paul’s face to mine. “Taste it little brother! Learn to like it!” barked the 18 year old. Obedientyly Paul lapped up the splatters of cum of my cheeks. Dwight stepped back and began stuffing his cock back into the overalls. He buckled one strap over his shoulder leaving one pec uncovered. His breathing was back to normal as he swiped the sweat from his face. “Damn, little man- you’re good.” he said. “Remember, I keep my mouth shut as long as you two keep your mouths open.” he chuckled as he crossed to the door. My friend and I were still on our knees- now alone in the shed. Paul turned to me a grinned. “This is gonna be one hell of a Summer isn’t it?” he asked. I responded by licking the last of Dwight’s cum on lips and giving him a devious smile. I made my point more obvious by groping the bulge in his shorts. End of Chapter Three Coming next- Chapter Four ” Steven Shares My Ass” JSAK —