WICKED GARDEN

BY DEVIN BARON

Part 1

"Mom! Derek is giving the finger to the other cars again!"

"I am not!" the eleven-year-old insisted.

The mother of the two boisterous boys sighed, glimpsing in the
rear view mirror at her blond sons in the backseat. The
thirteen-year-old elder was repressing his chuckles, while Derek
eyed him angrilly. She was completely exhausted after a long day
of shopping for school clothes. The truth was, she had lost
control of her offspring years ago and she knew it.

"DEREK! Sit facing forward and don't move or I will tell your
father to give you a good spanking when we get home!" she snapped
with her coarse voice, trying to concentrate on the traffic
ahead. "And GLENN, don't rat on your brother, that's not nice!"
she added.

The younger lad punched his older brother on the arm and crossed
his arms, sulking. He didn't mind when his big bro gave him a
love spank on his bare butt. But his father used the strap. An
ole other story. The punishment left red welts on the smooth skin
of his buttocks that took weeks to heal. He remained quiet.

The Ford Taurus turned into the parking lot of the grocery store
and puffed its last breath. "I will only be in fifteen minutes.
PLEASE behave yourselves." the woman commanded, slamming the
door. It seemed that was all she was doing with her kids now,
nagging and ordering.

The two boys peered outside the windows for five minutes and grew
bored quickly. They were a good two hundred feet from the store.
Nobody trotted by to catch their attention. They shared a talent
for mockery and it had been a while since they had made fun of
fat or homely people.

An old woman appeared out of nowhere, walking to her Toyota with
bags of food. As she noticed the two children, her gaze became
fixed and she smiled. 'My, these are two charming chaps' she
thought in her head. The hag had a knack for boys. They were
indeed beautiful specimens of boyhood. Almost identical in
personality and shape. Their evil blue eyes twinkled behind the
glass and the sun highlighted their short golden hair. The two
year age difference meant that Glenn was sligthly taller and
muscular. But all in all, it was very easy to see they came from
the same womb.

Derek raised his hand abruptly at the wrinkled woman, performing
a royal obscene gesture, bobbing his middle finger up and down.
Glenn joined his younger brother and they roared with laughter,
ecstatic by the disgusted look on the dame's weathered face. She
cursed out loud, hoping in her sedan rapidly to drive away from
the scene, totally appalled by the impetuousity of the
striplings.

Derek cried tears of joy, holding his sides. He turned his head
at the unusual sound of pants being unzipped. "What the fuck are
you doing?"

"I need a blow job." the young teenager declared openly, lowering
his blue jeans.

"HERE?!"

"Duh? I'll tell you if somebody comes by. Come on, scoot over!"

Derek surveyed the deserted vicinities and leaned toward his
brother's crotch. They had been doing it in kinky places lately;
in a public bathroom, a changing room at Walmart and now this.
But he didn't mind. It excited him as much as it did his older
bro.

The circumcised sausage seemed huge to his eyes. He longed for
time to bring him a similar equipment. A few strands of fine
yellow hairs had appeared on Glenn's pubic mound. He played with
them and licked the limp appendage. The teenage tool rose
proudly, ballooning slowly.

"Uhhhhmmmmm" Glenn moaned, caressing the fuzz on the neck of his
young plaything. Derek had serviced him for what seemed a million
times. The child never resisted, for he knew it would spare him a
painful trip up his little behind. Their incestuous interludes
weren't one way. He returned the favor many times to the small
rod of the second born.

Time stood still. All that mattered was the sweet blissful
rewards of the forbidden act. Glenn scanned the parking lot
heedlessly, lost in the feel of the expert swipes of the kid's
tongue around his bulbous knob. His cock was at full mast, all
six inches. The little fellator pursed his lips and engulfed his
throbbing pecker completely.

"Ohhhh mannnn!" he exhaled.

Derek realized he had to go fast, his mom on the verge of coming
back. He bobbed his head wildly, slickening the shaft with his
saliva. He suctionned hard, like he had been taught, focusing on
the pleasure spots of the thirteen-year-old to make him cum. Only
a few minutes left. He tickled the vale under the teen's glans.
That always did the trick.

The older boy groaned and forced his brother's head on his cock.
Sperm gushed from his pisshole into the willing mouth. His legs
began shaking in the throes of a fantastic orgasm. For a brief
moment, he contemplated the little mouth of his younger kin,
gulping down his adolescent cream.

"Shit! Mom's coming!" he yelled suddenly, pulling hastily on his
jeans. His pulsing prick was shooting boyjuice all over the
upholstry. "EAT IT before it makes a stain!" he ordered the
youngster, at the same time, fighting with his boner to hide it
under the confining denim.

"Let's go home kids. I'm beat!" the boys' mother complained,
sitting her wide ass in the driver's seat. "Are you catching a
cold honey?" she asked her youngest son. "You have snot under
your nose."

"I think I am!" Derek coughed, wiping the slimy spunk with the
back of his hand.

******

The lads joked about the incident at the supermarket throughout
the evening. They shared a small room on the second floor of the
suburban home. Much to small for two growing children. Derek had
implored for a quiet spot in the basement after his older brother
started smoking. The entire bedroom reeked of cigarette. His
request was denied.

The concerned folks attempted to change the teen's mind about
tobacco. In the end it was useless. The untamed boy always did
what he wanted. And his younger brother was walking right in his
footsteps, defying authority on a regular basis.

They were both hyperactive. Not an evening passed without an
exchange of screams and threats between the storeys, their
parents exhorting them to quiet down upon hearing loud thuds and
objects flying.

The two generations didn't mingle. The grown-ups spent their
evenings in front of the tv in the living room. The two kids did
the same, in their bedroom, clad in bikini briefs.

Derek understood his older brother was particulary horny that
night. The young teen attacked him during the commercials,
humping his butt and squeezing his pricklet through his
underwear. He probably would have to give him another blow job
when mom and dad were asleep. A buttfuck was out of the question.
He howled too much from the hard buggerings his brother
inflicted.

Glenn tiptoed to the closet in the middle of the x-files and
browsed through a box of comic books. "I got something new.." he
whispered, fishing out thin strips of leather. Derek was elated
to see the smooth black reins. The rope they had been using in
their bondage game hurt his wrists and left marks that he feared
would be noticed.

He got excited right away and begged his master to do the honors.
As the thirteen- year-old bound his ankles and his arms behind
his back, he popped a stiffy.

Lying helpless on the mattress, he savoured the delicious tingles
of submission. A sweet sensation accentued by the possibility of
his parents finding him like that. The older lad's fingers tugged
on his undies and slipped them under his knees. He glared at the
teenager, speaking with a hushed tone. "Shit! No! Don't hurt me
or I'll scream for daddy!"

Glenn buried his face in the smooth crack of the trussed up boy.
He stuck his tongue out and teased the tender hole. The tip
traced wet circles around the ring of puckered flesh. Derek
cooed, enjoying the moist probing of his anus. The spongy mass
slithered into his rectum. He whimpered out of pleasure,
shuttering his eyelids.

Everytime he got tied, it was hot like the first time. A special
day he will remember forever.

It happened when Glenn was the same age as him. Eleven. He was
nine then and didn't comprehend the escalating desires associated
with hormones pumping. Glenn was in full blown pre-puberty. His
dick getting hard for no reason whatsoever.

Derek remembered it clearly. It was the summer, the day after his
ninth birthday, in the backyard. A private playground, a
sanctuary with high fences painted burgundy red, protected from
the unwanted eyes of strangers. For when you are a little boy,
strangers are what you are supposed to fear. The unmentionable
things they can do to you were secretly discussed at school. How
they can dice you up and eat you for lunch.

Glenn was no stranger, he was his very best friend and his big
brother. Yet he feared him, sometimes. The older male was turning
into an octopus, touching him all the time on his private parts.
Plunging his hands in his underpants every chance he got, faking
playful brotherly ruffhousing.

That afternoon, they splashed in the pool for hours, even though
their mom was not there to watch over them. It was especially
naughty. He thought the older male was the king of badness when
he suggested they took a swim without adult supervision.

After quite some time, in their speedos, emptying the pool cup by
cup, Glenn proposed they play cowboys and indians. As usual,
Derek adopted the role of the cowboy, putting on the vinyl toy
chaps, a platic revolver in the holster of his belt and a large
hat on his noggin. All the while, his elder rubbed wide smears of
red lipstick under his eyes and wrapped colored ribbons to his
arms and legs. The perfect tan his young body possessed was all
he needed to mimick the son of an infamous chief.

Needless to say, the game was more a ritual than anything else,
withGlenn hollering and him drawing his gun at shadows. After
all, the true goal of the game was to play capture. Seemed it was
Derek's turn and he happilly surrendered himself to be tortured.
A delightful exercice of docility.

For the older boy, it was more than a stupid game. He pushed his
kid brother's back against the ladder of the pool and twisted his
arms behind the aluminum rungs, already getting aroused by the
scene.

"You're my prisoner now!" he shouted with his unbroken voice.

The pair of toy handcuffs he slapped on the kid's wrists ignited
his blossoming libido. It never occured to him, that indians
didn't have handcuffs, but who was checking?

For a second, he flashed the key of the diminutive shackles in
front of his sibling's eyes to confirm the situation. He was at
his mercy. He had no way of escaping.

Then of course, he proceeded to take away the tyke's cowboy
dignity, stealing his water gun and tossing away his hat like a
frisbee. Derek pretended to be terrified, although the whole
setup was pretty hysterical.

Their only tolerable persecution under the circumstances was
tickling and Glenn was an expert at it. The delicate nerve
endings of the boy's skinny frame were no match for his agile
digits. His fingers always started at his ribs. He nudged the tip
of them in there and Derek screamed with delight. Afterwards, he
attacked the bald armpits, making the laddie trash against his
bounds and clamor for freedom.

"Cut it out! Cut it out!" the lamb pleaded in between burst of
high-pitched laughter.

Unlike the other times, Glenn's palms went lower, alongside the
childish form. They stopped at the waistband of the apple green
speedo and paused. He smiled wickedly, seeing the look of
distress in his young brother's eyes. He eased his two fingers
under the elastic and wiggled them, teasing the frail
nine-year-old with the prospect of a full monty.

"Don't! People will see!" Derek panicked, assuming the worse from
his bro's diabolical mind. Without notice, his swimsuit was down
with a swift tug, leaving him stark naked. His hairless dickie
was shriveled from the cold water, hanging limply for the world
to see.

"No.. Lemme go! Argh!" he squirmed, trying to raise his trunks
without the help of his hands. His heart raced for a while while
Glenn stared silently at his nudity, waiting for him to calm
down.

The child's soul experienced the rainbow of emotions, going from
anger to betrayal, before finally settling for serene
indifference.

"If you don't shut up.. I'll get the girls next door to get a
good look at ya!" Glenn threatened. He stepped forward and cupped
the marble-sized testicles, kneading them in his hand with a sly
grin. For the next minutes, he played with the boysex, warming it
with his fondling.

Derek didn't require much stimulation at that age and soon his
penis had risen to its maximum two inches. Glenn's fingers gently
fiddled with the erection like they would pet a small gerbil. The
boy's moans grew louder and more langourous as the pleasure
reached higher levels in his tiny organ.

Just as he thought he was going to faint from the exhilirating
physical bliss and wickedness of being bare outside, Glenn knelt
in front of him to swallow his woody. Little electric jolts
erupted inside his boydick. The sandpaper tongue swirled on the
cherry glans. This time he squirmed from the pleasure, not from
the idea of getting away.

The bigger boy resumed sucking his short prick, bobbing his head
on it more rapidly while he attempted to withhold his shrieks of
ecstasy. His knees were jerking under him and he yelped,
climaxing dryly in the mouth of his big bro for the first time.

From then on, he was hooked. Many times after, he capitulated to
his brother's sexual advances. As long as he was bound and
helpless.

******

Glenn stared outside the kitchen window at the new friend Derek
had made a month ago. The kid was eight and seemed extremely
underfed. A virtual waif. Even from afar he could count all his
ribs.

Compared to his eleven-year-old brother, he was a mere infant and
he wondered how they had managed to find similar points of
interest.

The two boys threw their towels on the picnic table and raced for
the pool. Glenn unbuttoned his jeans to give room to his aching
hardness. They both had tight speedos on their loins. He had seen
his brother's butt several times. But the new kid's rear was
making his temperature rise.

As they dove in the water, he sighed, unknowingly jealous of his
younger sibling for finding a best pal. He hung out with jocks,
but had never really become close to any of them. Deep inside
himself, the pool was luring him. He could almost feel the cool
water on his skin. He was too old to play with kids anymore. They
were annoying runts he was programmed by society to avoid. Their
childish games were supposed to be embarassing for someone as
growned-up as him, with hair around the root of his dick.

The new kid looked so innocent and boyish. His healthy brown hair
probably cut with a bowl. His pearly teeth perfectly aligned. A
small upturned nose in the middle of his face, dusted with pale
freckles. He didn't wanna play with a child that immature.

The boys' soprano shrieks echoed in the enclosed yard. Bouncing
on the secluding wooden fence. They sped on the ladder and jumped
in the air to make bombs. Taking turns, they climbed on each
other's shoulders and the boy under propelled his charge as hard
as he could. The featherweight body of Bucky went as high as six
feet before falling in the blue water.

Glenn smiled, reliving the moments he used to spend with his
brother doing the same thing. His mind drifted, watching them
wrestle in the pool. The new lad was giggling madly, getting
overpowered by his older friend.

Derek was used to swimming naked now. The yard was so private, he
didn't understand the necessity of such resticting garment.
Inhaling deeply, he disappeared under the surface and came back
up with Bucky's red speedo. The meak kid was in no way able to
protect his precious suit. He shucked the tiny trunks outside the
overground pool and the eight-year-old dashed to get it, running
buck naked on the grass, his uncut wiener flopping around.

When the youngster returned to the pool. Derek proposed they both
stayed nude. The little imp agreed readilly. For the next
moments, they dared each other to walk on the ledge of the pool.
Their bodies were exposed to passers by as the top of the fence
only covered them from the knees down. They laughed wholeheartdly
at their exhibisionism, unaware that Glenn was slowly jacking his
cock in the kitchen, totally turned on by the mischievousnous of
their behavior.

Bucky had the most erotic firm ass on the planet. Glenn eyed it
with lust. The curve at the end of his kidneys was so pronounced,
that it seemed he was sticking his bum out even though he was
standing upright. The pale white buns begged to be spanked. He
masturbated fiercely, imagining his palm smacking the beautiful
globes.

The first spurt of semen surprised him. He had never came so
fast. For a moment, he watched the mess he was doing, his
spasming penis spilling his youthfull load on the tiles.

Derek admired his new friend's wet body also. He was all bones
except for the midsection. The first time he kissed him, Bucky
accepted him right away. They weren't in love or anything. But it
felt nice to whirl their tongues in each other's mouths. The
pre-pubescent boy was an eager learner. And it didn't take long
to show him everything he knew about making a willy feel nice. He
was the most receptive boy he had ever met. The kid's eyes were
so alive every time he experienced brand new pleasures.

All of a sudden, Derek noticed that Bucky was hiding his jewels
shyly with two hands. He turned his head and saw his big brother,
ambling towards them in the yard.

"I'm going to the park. You girls don't drown yourselves." the
teenager barked.

"Hey Glenn! Kiss my butthole!" Derek called, parting his buttocks
at his brother.

"Get down here and say that to my face. I'll break your jaw
little bastard!" Glenn retorted, halting his pace for a second.

Seeing that the agitator was not moving, gawking at him like a
deer in front of headlights, he exited the yard.

"Your brother is so mean..." Bucky peeped to his blond buddy.
"Does he hate you?"

"Nah. He's just having his periods. Don't mind him!"

"Oh."

"Hey Bucky, you wanna do it? My brother's gone..."

"Yeah! Let's go!" the skinny child brightened.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Derek challenged.

They ran to the house, forgetting their swimsuits on the ground
in their haste. The more they approached Derek's bedroom, the
more their little dinks hardened in anticipation of yummy boysex,
wagging in front of their hairless silhouettes. The
eleven-year-old reached the bed first, followed in tow by his
pal. They panted on the mattress, ogling at one another.

Sitting indian style in front of each other, the boys examined
their erect penises, jutting from their bald groins. They grabbed
their pricklet in unison, giggling at the naughty play. Derek
loved the youngster's wiener. It wasn't circumcised and he could
toy with the foreskin, covering and uncovering the pink mushroom.
He took the iniative, lowering his mouth on the eight-year-old's
boner.

Bucky spread his knees wide to give access to his buddy's sweet
lips. He jiggled his scrotum while the more mature kid swallowed
his entire boydick like a whore. The handsome blond boy was a
gift from god. His experienced mouth providing the most
pleasurable tingles he had felt in his life.

"Ughh Ughhhhh that feels so gooood!" he cried, feeling the
suctionning lips around his slim shaft.

"Suck me too!" Derek demanded, thrusting his three inches in the
lad's innocent mug. The little boy swallowed him, while he
caressed his damp hair, going in a trance. His eyes glazed over
as Bucky ate his hard-on lovingly. The kid was a real cock lover.
He kissed his young peter all over. Sometimes, nibbling on his
hairless nuts.

They traded blowjobs, sucking slowly then faster. Their juvenile
boyhoods were hard as they could be. Bucky's unaccostommed mouth
made wet slurping noises. He took all of the older kid's stiffy
down his throat, choking on it.

"Can you put it in my butt like the last time?" the youngster
inquired bluntly, glancing bashfully at the bed covers.

"Sure! Let's do that!" Derek approved.

Ever since, he had deflowered his new friend, he now realized why
his big bro desperatly tried to get a bumfuck outta him as soon
as their parents were gone. Bucky's tight pucker was even better
than his little mouth. He longed to be in him forever.

The bubbly tyke stretched on his flat belly, raising his round
ass in invitation. Derek straddled him and parted his white
cheeks. The pink poophole was so tiny. He spat on it and lapped
up his spittle to lube the orifice. He spat a second time and the
saliva made a small pond in the nest of his anus.

He gently pressed his kidcock into the rectal opening, eliciting
a few yelps of pain from the nearly virgin child. His dick
entered the narrow canal with no difficulty. He crawled on top of
the frail little imp, crushing him with his eighty pounds,
jamming his childish organ to the hilt in his rectum.

The short length of his pecker didn't offer much fucking power.
So he humped the kid's ass rhythmically, pushing into him with
his feet and making the bedsprings whine.

"Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh UUUHhh uhhh uhhhh" he groaned, with each
penetration.

Bucky trashed under the older boy, running out of air from the
heavy load on his back. Derek was pinning him hard, stabbing his
hard little cock in his insides and distending his tight anus
exquisitely. He moaned from time to time, relishing the most
electrifying blissful sensations coming from his bum. After a
while, he laid still, concentrating on the repetive fuck motions
of his pal.

Derek's face was getting flushed as he pursued his rutting with
the small boy. The constant state of intense pleasure getting to
his energy. The familiar stirrings of an orgasm grew in his
balls. He gripped the slim kid with all his might, jabbing his
penis faster to get there. "OHHH oHHHH OHHH YESS! I'm cumming!"
he screamed, pounding into the clasping asshole.

Bucky could feel the convulsing body of his partner over him. He
trembled like a tornado, shaking his cage. The boy's dick
shuddered in his bumhole. Joining him in his cries of joy, he
wiggled his little bottom to suck all the pleasure out of the
young pulsing erection.

Derek collapsed on his flank, turning Bucky with him as they
rested silently, his deflating penis still up his chute. After
the afterglow, his insatiable prick hardened again. He stuck it
deep into his best friend's bowels and masturbated him with
gentle strokes.

The eight-year-old cooed, the thin fingers working his two-inch
cocklet to heaven. The cement boydick inside him complimented his
pleasure. He closed his eyes to savour every second of the older
lad's eagerness to please him. His smooth hands tweaked his tits
and massaged his thighs before coming back to his engorged
dickie.

"Faster! Faster!" he implored, impaling himself on Derek's hard
penis and fucking the tight fist around his short stick. In due
time, he stiffened, opening his mouth wide. He wanted to scream
but nothing came out as his body froze, overtaken by a wicked
little boy orgasm.