"Jake…I'm cold."

"Yeah, well whose fault is that, asshole?"

Jake glared at his younger brother. He doubted Danny could see it, though, even though they sat side by side. The gloom in the old house was just so…thick. Thick and…and heavy. It wasn't like the ordinary night outside. This darkness was somehow…more dark, like it was made out of something…

Danny shifted. "Why don't we just go home?"

"Cause if you don't spend the night here, you lose the dare, stupid. You lose the dare and then you'll be Jamey Dale's bitch for a day. You want that?"

"No."

"Then you shouldn't have taken the dare, huh?"

Danny said nothing, but Jake could feel him pouting. Still not quite twelve, so he was sometimes a cool kid and sometimes a freakin' baby. 'Baby' was what let him get into the stupid dare with Jamey, and now here he was, spending a whole night in the old house. And because Jake had been there but hadn't stopped Danny's stupidity, now he felt responsible, so here he was, spending the night here with his little brother. At fourteen, he should have known better.

Jake peered at the blackness pressing in around them. The old house. Shit. The one place in town everyone avoided. Squatting in a bush lot a long way from anywhere else, it was a big place, all crumbling porches, black windows offering nothing but hints and glimpses of the abandoned interior. It loomed over that far edge of town. Even during the day it was dark and dreary and kinda scary. At night it was whole pile of fuck that…

Danny shifted again. Their own movements were the only sounds in this place. There was nothing else. Not a creak, not a crack, not a whisper of wind. Just heavy, oppressive silence. They huddled together just inside the big front door, sitting on the floor. Their flashlight, which seemed really dim and orange, like the battery was dying, barely illuminated a circle around them. It touched on the bottom of a set of stairs, which vanished immediately into whatever darkness filled the floor above.

"What time is it?" Danny asked.

Jake didn't bother looking at his watch. "About 5 minutes after the last time you asked."

Letting his head sink back against the gritty wall, Jake sighed. He shouldn't be too hard on his little brother. Danny was a good kid…cute, too…and just did something dumb. He turned toward Danny. "Hey. It'll just be boring and cold tonight. And tomorrow Jamey Dale'll owe you, big time."

"He can be my bitch."

"Yeah."

Silence.

Jake eventually shifted, moving to accommodate something he couldn't just keep putting off. He had to piss.

"Danny," he said, "I gotta go outside for a minute."

"Why?"

"I gotta piss."

A pause, then, "Can I come with you?"

Jake swallowed. "While I piss? No fucking way. I'll be right back."

"Jake…"

"Fucksake…Danny, it's fine, I'll be just outside the door. I'll be right back."

Danny puffed out a shuddery sigh. "Fine. Be really quick."

Jake stood, pulled the door open with a grating rasp and stepped outside. Cool, dry air washed over him…the night sound--far off traffic on the highway, wind in the thick bush and trees that pressed in around the old house, distant frogs chattering away in some swamp--they all came wafting in. He glanced back inside.

Blackness. He could barely see the light of their flashlight. It gave about as much light as a birthday candle.

He stepped to the edge of the porch, unzipped his fly and dug out his cock. It took a moment of concentration and a bit of straining, but the stream finally started and Jake relaxed, letting out a breath of relief as the ache of pressure behind his cock subsided. He'd had a full bladder, so the stream was hard and strong and went on and on. He could smell it now, the acrid reek of warm piss puffing up around him and filling the cool night.

On impulse, Jake put a finger into the warm yellow stream, then stuck it in his mouth and sucked. The bitter saltiness stung his tongue, but it tasted…fuck, nasty. Nasty and gross. Nasty and gross and…

Even though he was still pissing, his dick inflated a bit under his fingers, thickening and lengthening.

Gross and nasty and fucking HOT.

Jake yanked his finger out of his mouth and shook his head. No, fuck that.

Gross and nasty, yes. But hot?No fucking way.

He finished pissing, shoved his cock back in his pants, zipped up and paused. Took a deep breath of the chilly night air. He looked again at the door. The last thing he wanted to do was head back into that fucking darkness.

Gathering himself, Jake stepped back into the ponderous gloom. The fresh night air vanished, abruptly replaced by air gone suddenly stale, dusty and absolutely quiet. Sneakers scraping on gritty old floorboards, he moved to sit back down beside Danny.

"I'm back, dumbass…"

Except Jake was talking to nothing. Danny was gone.

***

Jake snatched up the flashlight and swung it around. He fully expected to see Danny nearby. He wouldn't have just…wandered off. But…nothing.

A sharp little flutter started in Jake's gut.

He walked a few paces one way, a few the other, pushing the flashlight ahead of him. It barely revealed anything, and nothing at all more than ten or so feet away.

"Danny?"

Jake kept his voice to a hoarse whisper. He wasn't sure why…he should be shouting at the top of his lungs, and why not? Except…no. Not in here. He wanted Danny to hear him…but just Danny. He didn't want his voice carrying off into the far, black corners of this place.

"Danny!"

Silence.

The flutter in Jake's gut became icy, clutching fingers, his anus puckered up hard and he had to work at breathing the thick, stale air.

Fuck…where WAS Danny? He wouldn't just wander off in this place alone. And if he had, he wouldn't just leave the flashlight behind, strike out in the dark by himself.

"Danny! Fucksake, where ARE you?"

Nothing--

Wait. There. A distant clump, like something had dropped on the floor.

It came from upstairs.

Jake's asshole clenched down even harder, and he breathed out something between a whimper and a gasp. Gripping the flashlight, he raised it shakily and pointed it up the stairs. It lit up maybe six or seven steps, with just thick, blank darkness all around and above.

"Fuck…Danny, when I find you, you're a fucking DEADman!"

He'd snapped out the DEAD loudly. His own raised voice made him wince and tense up, expecting something to come racing out of the darkness and down the stairs at him.

But…nothing. Aside from that single clump from somewhere on the floor above, there'd been no sound except whatever Jake made himself.

"Fuck me…"

Swallowing took massive effort. So did moving his foot, taking a step toward the stairs. Taking another. Then lifting his foot, which seemed to suddenly weigh a hundred pounds, and putting on the bottom stair. A slight creak, but that was it.

Jake lifted his other foot and, one shaky step at a time, clambered slowly to the second floor of the old house.

The stairs led to a hallway. It was just a long, black space that ended at a window glowing with silvery white moonlight. Moonlight also spilled from a door further down on the left side of the hall. Everything else was just brooding shadow.

"Danny!"

Nothing.

Even though he'd just pissed, Jake felt the need to suddenly go again. He forced himself to ignore it and just aimed himself at that open room. It was the only place Danny could be, unless he was hiding behind a closed door--

No. No fucking way. Danny would NEVER do that. He never COULD do it. He wasn't that brave, and knew Jake would kick the shit out of him if he did and this was all just some big practical joke--

Jake stopped just short of the door. Was that it? Was this all just some big joke? Danny was in on it with Jamey and the others, and they were all waiting in that room, ready to jump out and scream and scare the living shit out of him?

The thought actually made Jake relax a notch. That had to be it. Just a big fucking joke. Okay, then…

More confident, he resumed walking, his sneakers making soft, gritty scraping sounds. He held his breath, trying to be as quiet as he could. This time, though, it was so he could maybe surprise the kids waiting for him, or at least be all meh, whatever, when they tried to jump-scare him.

He reached the open door. The room beyond was large, with a high ceiling and big, grimy windows that let silver moonlight spill in and flood the space with pale light. There were just a few scraps of furniture, and a bed, a grimy mattress on a heavy frame of black wood.

Danny was lying on the bed. There was no one else in the room.

Okay, no jump scare. Instead, Danny had come up here to…what? Lay down? To sleep? Seriously?

Jake opened his mouth to shout, "HEY YOU FUCKHEAD…", a mix of fury and relief at finding his little brother. But he didn't. Instead, he just stopped with his mouth slightly open, staring at Danny.

Apparently he hadn't just decided to lie down on a grubby bed in a random dank, dark room, he'd also decided to get undressed. His t-shirt was pulled up, exposing his smooth chest and belly. And his pants were pulled down and bunched up around one ankle; his other hairless leg and socked foot were free of his pants and entirely bare.

CLUMP.

Now Danny's other shoe had somehow come off. The CLUMP sound it made when it hit the floor beside the bed was what Jake had heard downstairs. But…he still didn't get it. How had his sneaker come off all by itself? And how were his pants coming off now, sliding over the newly-revealed socked foot, then dropping to the floor beside his sneaker?

Jake didn't get it, didn't understand…

Something rose from Danny's discarded pants. No…several somethings. They were long and dark and sinuous, like thick, smooth ropes. Something wet coated them, glistening and gleaming as they moved in the moonlight--

Moved…

Yes, they were…moving.

And now, as his eyes adjusted to the strangely bright moonlight, Jake realized there were more of them than he'd first thought. Besides the ones lifting themselves from Danny's pants, one was wrapped multiple times around each of his wrists and ankles, holding him firmly pressed against the dirty mattress. Others writhed out of the black space under the old bed. These flopped against Danny and immediately began slithering across his pale skin, leaving sticky trails that glistened wetly. Two touched his nipples and stopped, while a third slid across his chin and began prodding at his mouth with a fat, bulbous tip.

Jake still didn't get it. It didn't make sense. It was…weird. Unreal. Like a fucked-up dream. That's what it was, just a fucked-up dream.

Danny stirred and moaned. His eyes, which had been closed, fluttered briefly open. He tried turning his head away from the thing pushing at his mouth and moaned again, but that made his mouth open and that was all the…the whatever it was…needed. Shoving hard, it forced Danny's lips apart and slid into his mouth. Jake saw his little brother's jaw go wide; his lips taut as they wrapped tightly around the thing's girth. Now, as the thing invaded Danny's mouth, the moonlight caught it fully and Jake finally got a clear look at it. It was thick, smooth and muscular, its wet length scrawled and mottled with veins. It reminded Jake of something. Something he'd seen not that long ago. Something…

Shit. Right. Panzer.

The next-door neighbors had a big Rottweiler named Panzer. Jake had used to occasionally play with the big dog, even though he still found the animal a little intimidating. Lately, he'd pretty much ignored Panzer. Except, that is, maybe a couple of weeks ago. For whatever reason, Panzer had popped a massive erection. Jake had always been a LITTLE fascinated by the dog's big, dangling balls, but he'd never really seen his cock…until that time. A thick, mottled reddish tube had now appeared, popping out of a furry mound just in front of the dog's big balls. As Jake watched, it grew, getting harder, thicker and longer. It was nothing like a human cock…its head was tapered, only flaring out like an arrowhead at the very tip. The other end, the base of the dog's cock, was swollen out into a big, bulbous shape called (as Jake had discovered on the internet) the knot. That big dog cock had just dangled there, hard and thick, swaying and shaking as the dog moved. Like the thing in Danny's mouth, Panzer's cock had been mottled pinkish-grey and purple-red.

It had been fucking HOT.

--and thickly scrawled with reddish veins. Color, texture, the way it was mottled and veiny…it looked almost EXACTLY like Panzer's big, hard cock.

Jake blinked. This had all flashed through his mind in a second, but in a weird, separated kind of way. It still wasn't real…was like he was just watching it in a movie.

That disconnected, unreal feeling lasted a few more seconds…right until the…tentacle, that's what it was…suddenly shuddered in Danny's mouth. A pulse rippled along its length, then another, then more in rapid succession. Danny's eyes flew wide and he let out a strangled moan. The tentacle continued to pulse and throb, and now Jake saw his little brother's Adam's apple rising and falling…heard a gulping sound and realized the tentacle was pumping something into Danny's mouth, and his little brother was drinking it, gulp after gulp.

A strange silence, as thick as that of the house around him, had engulfed Jake as he watched what was happening to his brother. But now it broke, splintering into a sudden flare of sheer, blind panic. He felt his bladder open up, spattering piss down his leg, whatever his body had made since he'd pissed only a few minutes ago. His feet began driving him backwards, and he started to turn, to run--

Except something encircled his right arm, tightening and yanking him up short. Something else wrapped around his flailing left arm, pulling it still. Still more tentacles writhed out from the blackness under the bed and slammed themselves tight around his ankles. In an instant, Jake was held firmly in place and entirely helpless. He threw back his head to scream--

But something thick and heavy slammed into his mouth, driving his jaws apart. A bulbous, warm mass pushed into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat. Jake's scream became a strangled, whining moan that blew a hard breath out his nose and showered his face with snot. The tentacle filled his mouth completely, warm and heavy, and tasting bitter and salty and vaguely like bleach. He sucked another breath in through his nose, blew it out again, wet and sloppy, while the tentacle throbbed against his tongue.

All Jake could do was breathe. Just breathe. The thing in his mouth was too tough to bite, too firm, too muscular, and he was held too tightly…he could just breathe wetly…

A hard pulse suddenly slammed through the tentacle, shoving his jaws painfully wide. The bulbous knob in his mouth swelled, then thick, slimy liquid exploded against the top of his mouth, down the back of his throat. Jake gurgled and gasped--

Another hard pulse, and more of the slimy fluid filled Jake's mouth. Now the taste registered, leaking through the desperation and terror. The taste of this stuff… He'd tasted it before. Once, after beating off, he'd been curious and tasted his own spooge. He'd done it a few times more, since. More than a few. And that's what this was…the hot, acrid goo filling his mouth was cum. The tentacles were already coated and slick with hot cum, and now more was filling his mouth as the tentacle pumped away, thick and slimy and hot.

The tentacle kept cumming, fat pulses surging along its length and erupting as thick, gooey jizz in Jake's mouth. It oozed and spurted out from between his lips and the tentacle's slick skin, scalded the back of his throat, made his cheeks bulge. Finally, he was forced to swallow, then keep swallowing, just the way Danny had. He still couldn't gulp it down fast enough to stop some from bubbling out his nose, his nostrils burning as the acrid, bleachy stink filled his sinuses. It slid down his throat, thick ropes, and sticky blobs of it, into his stomach, burning hotly deep inside him. But the tentacle showed no sign of slowing down…it just kept pumping and spurting away and he kept drinking, helpless to prevent it from filling his gut with thick, bitter slime.

Finally, the pulses slowed…diminished…stopped. The tentacle pulled out of Jake's mouth with a wet, slurping pop. He immediately gagged and wretched, slimy bubbles of cum and spit erupting from his mouth and popping into gooey droplets. As soon as he was able he sucked in a deep, ragged breath thick with the hot flavor of fresh cum. Cum filled his mouth, coating it, and he spit, sending some spattering onto the dirty floorboards, more dangling in long, sticky threads that swung from his lips and chin. An especially thick strand still connected the gooey slit splitting the tentacle's bulbous cockhead to his slimy mouth, stretching and thinning as the thing backed away from his face.

"UUHHHHNNNNN…"

It was all he could say…the only sound he could make. A long, drawn out, gasping groan.

Fuck. It had cum. That tentacle had cum in his mouth, over and over, and he'd swallowed it…SWALLOWED it.

Jake shook his head violently, then flung it back, opened his mouth and sucked in another wet breath full of cum and spit and snot, intent on screaming it back out in raw, panicked terror--

Screaming it…

Scream…

Jake lowered his head.

Closed his mouth.

Looked around.

A soft, warm feeling had been bubbling away in his cum-filled stomach, and now it intensified, rising through him like the heat from a fire. It was nothing like the icy fingers of terror that had just let go of his guts. The warmth kept spreading, engulfing his penis and balls, making them twitch…his anus, making it tingle and pucker…his fingers and toes, making them splay and flex…finally filling his head, bringing all of it together, making all of it feel…good. Good in a really deep, primal way. Good in a way that made his cock start swelling, thickening and lengthening and hardening in his pants.

Now the tentacles holding Jake lifted him, turning him so he faced the bed and his little brother still pinned helplessly on its grimy mattress. Cum still dripping from his gaping mouth, Jake could only…watch.

Danny was mostly naked now, clad only in socks and tight, white underwear…and now the tentacles turned their attention to those. They writhed toward Danny's waist, fat, dog cock shafts and bulbous cockheads oozing slime. One after another they pushed their way under the waistband and vanished into his underwear, which quickly bulged and rippled with their sinuous movements. Now Danny's crotch was a squirming mass, the thin fabric of his underwear stretched, tugged and soon soaked through with cum. Wetly translucent now, Jake could see the mottled tentacles squirming under the fabric…they'd engulfed Danny's little boy junk completely, and now slithered around his balls, slipped up and down and around his little boy-cock, turning the boy's skin slick with warm, slimy cum.

Jake's penis swelled painfully in his pants, pressing hard against them. He felt a warm, damp spot spreading in his underwear, where his cockhead was jammed into the fabric.

The damp, writhing mass in Danny's underwear squirmed faster. A wet sound, part crackle, part slither, rose from the wriggling mound. Danny tensed up, his ass lifting off the bed, his weight on his heels and shoulders. The cum-soaked fabric of his underwear began to tear, ripping and shredding until it fell away from his young body, leaving him naked except for socks. The tentacles didn't stop, or even slow down…if anything, they squirmed faster, a writhing, glistening mound of fat, wet dog cocks. Only Danny's cockhead was visible, a small purple nub protruding from the pile, his piss slit glittering wet.

Cum and snot drooling from his chin, Jake could only gape in utter wonder as the tentacles violated his brother. Deep in his balls, a massive orgasm starting to build. It was like an oncoming storm. In a few seconds, Jake was going to cum, probably harder than he ever had in his life.

Danny beat him to it. His head suddenly flung back and he let out a strangled, gurgling wail…the visceral cry of a little boy cumming for the very first time, and doing it fucking hard. His every muscle went hard as steel, then spasms wracked his young body. It went on and on, pounding through Danny in a time marked out by his hoarse gasps.

Jake watched Danny orgasm, then arched his back and let out his own gurgling cry of sudden, explosive release. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed through his body, each seeming even more intense than the last. With each wave a powerful spurt of cum erupted from his young cock, turning his underwear immediately from merely damp to soaked, even wetting through his jeans. And like Danny's orgasm, it went on and on and on…

…finally slowing, then fading into broad, rolling waves of lingering pleasure. He sucked in a long breath. It still tasted of cum, but he was getting used to that…

Jake relaxed in the grip of the tentacles, spent, at least for now. His eyes drifted closed.

Something warm and soft, but still firm, jammed up against Jake's mouth. His eyes jerked open and he started to say, "What--?" but a thick, slimy mass slid into his mouth, gagging him. Jake made muffled, panicked shrieks deep in his throat and chest…but those stopped, too, when the cum started flooding his mouth, and quickly were replaced by soft grunts and desperate gulping.

The hot, bitter flood went on, a pulse slamming through the tentacle, acrid cum flooding his mouth, frantic swallowing of the gooey stuff, then do it again. Again. Again, over and over.

And again, that deep heat erupted, rising from Jake's spooge-laden belly, flaring through him in hard waves of urgent, desperate desire. The tentacle popped out of his mouth and once more he raggedly sucked in air that stank of cum. Even though he'd just had a crashing orgasm, his cock quickly swelled back to full, aching hardness. Jake groaned at the pain and pressure of his erection, so constrained in his pants, and the tentacles obliged by starting to strip away his clothes.

They started with his feet, two shoving into his sneakers, popping them off his feet and leaving his socks wet with cum. More slithered under his hoodie and t-shirt, hot and wet against his bare skin. A blur of tentacles squirming and writhing around him, and he was quickly stripped of both even while being held helpless, leaving him naked above the waist.

Jake glanced at Danny. His little brother still lay pinned on the bed. Thick cum coated his chin and oozed from his slack mouth as a tentacle pulled free, a thick rope of cum still pouring from its slit and dousing Danny's lips and cheek. His thin, naked chest heaved, rising and falling as he gasped, panted and, once, wretched and gagged. The tentacles wrapped around his junk were gone, probably among those now stripping him naked, so Jake had full view, now, of little brother's dick. It poked up from his slimy crotch, a fleshy spike maybe three inches long [7.5cm] and ending in a fleshy purple knob the size of a grape. His balls, drawn up tightly against the base of his boy cock in their wrinkled, hairless sac, shook as he breathed.

Jake sighed out a soft, low moan at the sight of his spooge-slicked little brother--

--he'd touched him--

--and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants--

--like when he'd touched Danny while he slept…all the times he'd touched him--

--oozing more sticky fluid--

--starting when he was so young…

Jake gave up fighting it and just let the memories flow. He'd started sneaking into Danny's room and touching him when he was maybe…5? Or was it 6? Jake had got good at gently rubbing and manipulating his little brother's cock, and it made his feel SO fucking GOOD. Danny had never woken up and Jake had had many awesome orgasms after. Once, he'd even worked up the nerve to suck Danny's little cock. That had given him one of his first wet orgasms, while Danny's little prick had still been in his mouth.

He'd liked touching Danny so much. Wanted to touch other young boys, too. And now, here Danny was, naked and helpless, his cock hard…but still so familiar to Jake…and coated in thick, hot cum…

Jake's penis throbbed again, making him whine and gasp.

The tentacles finally went to work on his pants, forcing their way down the waistband…then pulling…pulling harder…pulling until the button popped free and clattered somewhere on the floor. The zipper went next, ripping open with a quick, metallic buzz. The tentacles yanked his jeans down, exposing legs just fuzzed with their first, downy hair. The release of pressure on his cock made him groan in relief; now it tented out his piss- and cum-soaked underwear. The tentacles returned, sliding up the inside of each of his legs, pushing into the leg-holes of his underwear and sliding up and along his stiff teen-cock.

Hot, slick warmth engulfed his penis. He saw thick shafts sliding slowly up the length of his cock, one on each side. They were massive compared to his boy-dick, each as thick as--

--Panzer's cock--

--as…as a grown man's cock--

--no, much thicker, a dog's cock--

--and Jake let his head fall back and, again, allowed the perverted scene in his mind just play out. Since seeing Panzer's hard cock, he'd fantasized about it. About touching it. Rubbing and stroking it. About putting the wet, flared tip in his mouth and sucking…about guiding it up his ass and let the dog start pounding away, fucking him…

Every gross and perverted memory and fantasy he'd ever had seemed to follow now, bubbling up to the surface of his mind to remember or imagine now, and so clearly.

--sucking Panzer's cock--

--playing with Danny's little-boy cock while he slept--

--tasting, drinking another guy's hot, salty piss--

--smelling other boys' and men's dirty, crusty socks and underwear--

--being fucked in his mouth and ass by total strangers, in some dark and anonymous place--

--more.

Jake groaned and looked back at his crotch. The tentacles curled back, hooking his underwear and pulling them down until his slimy cock popped into view, dripping cum. The tentacles yanked his underwear down his legs and over his socked feet, then dropped them somewhere on the floor with the rest of his clothes. Now Jake was as naked as his little brother…naked except for socks. He was totally and helplessly exposed to whatever the tentacles intended to do.

Which he was about to find out, as dripping, cock-headed tentacles came squirming in around him.

***

Jake could only stare as two tentacles moved toward his face. As they did, the purplish, bulbous knobs on their ends suddenly rippled and throbbed, deflating, lengthening…now splitting with a soft, damp, tearing sound. Each opened like the petals of a flower and then, wet and hot, they planted themselves on his hard nipples and began to suck.

"UNNNNGGHHH FUCK…"

Two more tentacles similarly began sucking each of his big toes through his cum-sodden socks. The rhythmic suction on toes and nipples sent lightning bolts of raw pleasure crackling through his body, making him grunt and gasp and causing his rigid boy-cock to throb and drool more viscous precum from his pisshole. The other tentacles simply stroked and brushed his naked skin with hot wetness, depositing sticky trails of warm cum across his chest, his belly, his ass and legs, his face.

But it was what was happening to Danny that now snagged Jake's full attention. Without warning, the tentacles gripping his little brother's ankles yanked his feet back and apart. This left Danny's legs splayed part and his ass lifted from the dirty, sodden mattress, revealing his tight, puckered asshole.

Even through the blur of pleasure created by the cum pumped down his throat, Danny knew what was coming and reacted instinctively, starting to twist and squirm against the tentacles holding him. "AHHH…NO…!"

But it was no use. Jake knew his little brother was fighting in vain, which was why he'd pretty much given up fighting back at all. An especially fat tentacle, with a swollen knob of a cock head, now lifted from under the bed and moved relentlessly toward Danny's vulnerable ass. He saw it coming and squirmed even more.

"UHHHNNN…JAKE!"

Jake took a shuddery breath that still tasted of hot cum. "Don't fight it, little bro," he whispered. "Just…don't fight it."

The big cockhead touched Danny's anus. The boy yelped and recoiled. A pause, then the fuck-tentacle started pulsing obscenely, spurting blobs of cum against his little brother's boy-cunt. Each pulse sprayed thick strings and gobs of cum, spattering Danny's crotch, thighs, and belly with hot spooge, soaking the mattress until a shimmering, transluscent puddle slopped under his gaping, hairless ass-crack. And each time, the tentacle pushed against his anus. Jake saw Danny's ass-meat dimple inward with the pressure, but for the first few thrusts, at least, his sphincter stayed firmly shut.

"UUUHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG…!"

Danny's cry was just a drawn out, animal wail, a mix of burning panic and deep, wanton lust. Jake groaned and whimpered in unthinking response, a sharp memory of every time he'd played with Danny's cock superimposed on the reality that his little brother was about to be raped. It made his cock shiver and bounce, flipping stringy droplets of precum through the moonlit air.

The tentacle-cock spurted cum like a firehose, showering everything around it with slimy jizz. At the same time, it gave one more hard push. Danny's wail became a scream as the fat, round cockhead vanished into his suddenly-distended asshole. The thick, dog cock shaft followed, sliding smoothly into Danny's ass until an appalling length had buried itself inside his little brother.

Jake moaned and hissed, "Yes…take it, Danny. Take that big cock."

It paused, then slowly backed out, until only the head remained planted inside Danny. Another pause, and it slowly slid back in. Danny's scream now collapsed into a series of short, syrupy grunts; the sound of an animal being fucked. Yet another pause, then the tentacle slid back out…paused, back in…paused, back out again. And again. Again. Again.

Again.

Each time, the tentacle moved a little faster. Now a soft, wet sound joined the rhythmic sucking of the tentacles latched on to Jake's nipples and toes.

…snick…snick…snick…snick…

With each wet stroke, Danny grunted again, an obscene and relentless fuck rhythm whose sights, sounds and smells left Jake utterly, raptly enthralled. All that mattered now was Danny's ass-rape, and the exquisite waves of perverted and absolutely uninhibited pleasure crashing out from his turgid, oozing cock.

…snick…snick…snick…snick…

Now Jake squirmed in the tentacles' grip, but not out of fear or a desire to escape…it was involuntary, the mindless writhing of an animal in heat. "Yeah…take it, little bro…take that fucking cock…"

…snick…snick…snick…

The steady, relentless fucking went on. Jake saw Danny starting to relax, his head falling back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. A little more of the fuck-tentacle's slick, mottled length vanished into him with each stroke. By now, its swollen plum-like head must be reaching deep, touching Danny where his ass became guts. More tentacles rose over his little brother, some splitting, blossoming open and then latching onto his nipples and toes the way they had Jake's. Another, a cock-tentacle, descended into his open mouth and began fucking his throat. That made Danny suddenly go tense, gasping and retching deep in his throat as the slimy bulb triggered his gag reflex.

"Fuck…you can do it, Danny. Take those cocks…fucking take them!"

Now his little brother was utterly immersed in sex, the most intimate parts of his young body being fucked and sucked…except for his cock. The tentacles left it alone, a rigid spike of boy-flesh so erect the smooth skin on its shaft and head were taut and shiny in the moonlight. Jake had seen it hard so many times, but never like this. He wanted to touch it, wanted so badly…

…snick…snick…snick…snick…

The next…minutes? Jake didn't know. He just knew the next while was a smear of primal, throbbing pleasure as the tentacles began pounding Danny harder, faster and deeper--

--snick-snick-snick--

"UNNGH…take that cock Danny!"

--of Danny's sporadic gagging on the tentacle fucking his throat--

--snick-snick-snick-snick--

"Fucking TAKE IT!"

--of the fat tentacle fucking his ass slamming faster and faster, until it was just a pumping blur flinging droplets and threads of cum, mucus and liquified shit from Danny's ass in all directions--

"UNGH FUCK, TAKE THE COCK DANNY FUCKING TAKE IT--!"

--snicksnickSNICKSNICKSNICK--

Danny finally hit his limit. He went rigid, then exploded into a frenzy of squirming and bucking in the tentacles' iron grip. Another orgasm slammed through his wiry little body, even stronger than the first. His stiff cocklet bounced and throbbed and even spat out a few drops of fluid, gooey but watery, a mix of his first boy cum and some errant piss. At the same time his gagging dissolved into a succession of thick, sloppy grunts as the cock-tentacle in his mouth erupted, filling his mouth with spooge. More cum bubbled and spurted from his abused boy-cunt, squirting out from the junction of tentacle and red, stretched anus.

For the second time, Jake's world dissolved into a tidal wave of thunderous release, an orgasm that sent his boy cum spurting in silvery arcs and his mind blank with deep, bestial pleasure. He heard himself crying out loud at the pulsing explosions of ecstasy, but didn't care, he just rode the waves of agonizing, lustful bliss. Again, it went on and on…until, again, it began to fade.

And again, a tentacle slammed into his mouth and began pumping his gut full of yet more hot cum. His orgasm didn't end, as much as it simply subsided back into burning need. Unbelievably, his cock returned to rock-hardness yet again, readying him for whatever was coming to him and his little brother next.

***

Jake groaned deep in his chest. Like it had before, the cum pouring down his throat ignited a furnace of sexual need inside him, even more intense--if that was possible--than it had been before. A distant part of him knew this shouldn't be possible, that having cum so fucking hard once, much less twice, he'd be able to get hard and ready to cum even harder a third time. But his cock swelled back to a full erection, aching and dripping…

The image of Danny being gangraped by the tentacles until he had his own, shuddering boy-orgasm raced through Jake's mind…especially the moment when Danny had cum, jerking and gagging like a little faggot bitch, even squirting what was probably his first jizz. It hadn't been much, probably mostly piss, but that was just as hot. Hot boy piss, spurting from his little brother's cock…

On impulse, Jake put a finger into the warm yellow stream, then stuck it in his mouth and sucked. The bitter saltiness stung his tongue, but it tasted…fuck, nasty. Nasty and gross. Nasty and gross and…

Even though he was still pissing, his dick inflated a bit under his fingers, thickening and lengthening.

Gross and nasty and HOT.

The tentacle slipped out of his mouth, but then stopped as Jake gulped and swallowed cum. It just hung there, poised inches from his mouth--

The slit in its tip suddenly spat out a fat dollop of gooey cum that spattered across Jake's lips. It was immediately followed by a stream of fluid. This wasn't cum, though…it was much more watery, and it was acrid and bitter and salty and…oh, shit, it was piss…the tentacle was pissing into his mouth…

Jake's mouth filled with bitter piss before he could close it. He swallowed, but the tentacle pushed in, still pissing, forcing his lips apart. It didn't push very far into his mouth though…just enough that the steady flood of hot piss would fill his mouth if he didn't swallow it. He immediately gulped, but whatever he swallowed was just replaced by more pungent urine. And it WAS pungent, far more strongly flavored than any of his own piss he'd ever tested. It was flavor AND stink, a hot, almost burning piss-reek that filled his nose. His eyes watered as he kept gulping down the acrid piss as fast as he could. As the deluge went on, he thought, oh FUCK NO, this was gross…gross and nasty…

…and SO fucking HOT.

The tentacle popped out of his mouth and backed away slightly, but kept gushing piss, a sparkling, dark yellow stream in the moonlit gloom. The hot fluid sluiced over Jake's mouth and chin, poured down his body, doused his cock and balls, ran down his legs and soaked his already filthy, cum-soaked socks, spattered and puddled on the floor beneath him. The thick, bleachy smell of cum was quickly washed away by the sharp reek of fresh hot urine. Another tentacle began pissing on him, and another, until the stuff streamed off his body like hot, stinking rain. The first tentacle jammed its way back to his mouth and resumed forcing him to drink piss.

As he slobbered and gulped, Jake caught a glimpse of Danny watching him from the bed, his eyes both wide and bleary. He was watching his big brother, naked and slathered with cum, now being showered with hot piss…drinking hot piss. He knew he should be crushed with abject humiliation…but he wasn't. Danny watching him practically swimming in cum and piss was…okay. He'd just watched his little brother being gang-fucked, after all. If anything, the idea of Danny watching him wallowing in piss like a total fag pig was…it was fucking AWESOME, and just made him even hornier. He wrapped his lips around the tentacle and suckled piss out of it, turning his head to make sure Danny was still watching. He was…he was watching raptly, now, as his big brother greedily sucked piss down his willing throat.

The flood of hot piss finally slowed, then stopped. The tentacle plopped out of his mouth again and pulled away. With piss and a few, remnant threads of cum dripping from his chin, Jake glanced again at Danny--

Then yelped as his feet were pulled apart and back, bending his legs back until his feet dangled over his face, his filthy, wet socks dripping piss. It left his ass cheeks yanked apart, exposing his asshole to…

"Oh, fuck, no way…"

An especially fat tentacle, the thickest yet, lifted itself into view. Framed between his splayed, cum and piss coated thighs, its mottled dog cock shaft had to be as thick as his wrist, its huge cockhead the size and color of a big plum. A long, shimmering rope of viscous precum dangled and swung from the flared piss-slit.

Jake's asshole spasmed at the sight, puckering hard. He'd NEVER get that up his ass…

But the tentacle had stopped and now just hung there, dripping. Jake gaped at it, still looking for all the world like the stuff of Panzer's massive dog cock--

Since seeing Panzer's hard cock, he'd fantasized about it. About touching it. Rubbing and stroking it. About putting the wet, flared tip in his mouth and sucking…about guiding it up his ass and let the dog start pounding away, fucking him…

The tentacle began to shudder and pulse. Its…flesh…rippled, thickening here, bulging there, narrowing somewhere else. It was changing shape, looking less and less like huge man-cock and more like…

Jake shook his head and breathed, "Oh shit, no…"

What now hung only inches from his helpless boy-cunt was still a cock…but a dog cock now. It wasn't just mottled like Panzer's cock…it WAS Panzer's cock, long and tapered, from a broad, flat flaring tip, cum dripping from soft folds of skin, back along a shaft that got thicker and thicker toward its base, where a fat knot bulged. Veins were scrawled all over its surface, and it throbbed. As Jake stared at the huge, obscene thing, it pulsed slightly, the piss slit flared open, and a thick dollop of pale slime oozed out and dripped to the floor. Jake heard it splat against the piss-soaked floorboards.

"No…please…"

Except now Jake was harder than he'd ever been, so hard he felt like his cock might burst if he didn't cum soon. He looked at Danny, who was staring back, transfixed. Jake hung so that his little brother would be able to see every bit of what was about to happen.

Their eyes met briefly, and Danny said, "Jake--" but that was all he got out before the slimy dog cock pushed forward and the wet folds of flesh on its tip touched Jake's anus. Jake's yelp cut off his little brother, who just stared, entranced.

The touch was soft and warm, like wet velvet. But the gentle feeling quickly faded, giving away to increasing pressure as the dog cock pushed, flattening its tip against Jake's puckered hole. The press of cock pushed against his locked sphincter, bulging it inward.

"No…it's too big…no, PLEASE…!"

The dog cock didn't relent though. The pressure kept mounting, squashing Jake's asshole up and into his gut. He groaned and writhed against the tentacles as pressure now became pain, deep and dull.

Jake heard Danny call out his name, but his own gasping and groaning wiped away whatever he might be saying. And still the pressure built, relentless, dull pain becoming hot and sharp…

"ARRRGHH…PLEASE NO…!"

And now it was too much. Jake had been pushing against the force thrusting at his ass, and he pushed again, straining and growling like he was shitting hard. His anus unpuckered a fraction and that's all it took…with a wet pop the tip of the dog cock slipped into Jake's ass, hot and slick.

"UHHHHHNNNN…NO…!"

His anus penetrated, the dog cock now slid slowly and smoothly into Jake's rectum, turning his final "NO! into a long, low wail.

The wail dissolved into sobs as pain and pressure erupted through Jake's gut. Gritting his teeth, he blinked through tears and watched as the dog cock slipped, bit by bit, deeper and deeper inside him. As it disappeared into his ass, it got steadily thicker, stretching Jake's anus more and more. Now it was a ring of searing pain, with a growing echo behind of a much deeper, darker pain in his rectum.

Half-way in now. More.

"UHHHHHHNNNNN…NO PLEASE, TOO BIG…FUCK…FUH…AHHH FUCK…!"

Deeper.

Deeper.

"FUUHHHH…PLUH..PLEASE…FUH…"

It finally hit bottom, the fat knot nestled warmly in the crack of Jake's ass, throbbing gently. The same throb pulsed through Jake, giving the immense pressure and hard pain in his gut a rhythm.

"UH…UH…UHNNN…"

Tears poured from Jake's eyes, and now he just gasped, waiting for the pain to stop. More and more it seemed to be pressure, rather than hurt…a hot, heavy pressure shoving his guts apart.

A sudden, sharp burst of pain made Jake cry out. The dog cock was backing out, sliding slowly out of Jake's ass. As it withdrew, suction pulled at Jake's guts, and the pressure and pain subsided. Sticky fluid bubbled from his anus as it pulled out, and he let out a long groan.

Finally, only the flared tip, with its protruding piss-tube, remained inside him. Jake took a deep breath, basking in the sudden release of pressure, the easing of pain…although it left an empty feeling behind. Even as Jake realized this, the cock reversed, sliding back inside him.

"Oh…OH…SHIT, AHH…UHHHNNN!"

Deeper. Deeper. Filling him, stretching him again.

"OH SHIT…OH GOD OH GOD OH…OH SHIT…"

The cock's knot snuggled back into his ass crack. A shorter pause this time, then the dog cock slowly withdrew again.

"FUCK…FUUUUCK…!"

Just the tip now. Jake felt his anus gaping, not immediately puckering closed…stretched, wet and dripping. Then the cock reversed, sliding back up inside him. That huge pressure returned, but there was less ache to it…and his anus still burned, but far less, as though it had been stretched and now just gaped open, a sloppy, reddened hole opening into his guts.

A cock in his ass. A big dog cock. Jake was going to be fucked by a big hard dog cock.

He groaned, but it wasn't about pressure or pain this time. It was a sudden wave of intense pleasure, exploding out from his abused colon, from his aching balls.

The cock slid back out. Jake groaned again, but more in frustration…the cock withdrawn, it left him feeling empty, hollow. It was a relief when it returned, shoving back into his ass until the knot bumped against his crack. Another explosion of pleasure…something behind his balls, Jake realized, something the cock would squash as it slid into him. Whatever it was, it blasted him with a hot desire for the cock to do it again and again, over and over.

The cock slid out. Shoved back in.

"UHHNNNGGG…UHN!"

Out. Shoved back in.

"FUCK…AH…FUH…FUCK…!"

Out. Back in.

Out. Back in, harder. Out…back in, harder still.

Jake lurched and cried out with each thrust.

Out. In. Out. In. Harder. Out. In. Harder still. Out and in, faster. Now the cock slammed back into Jake, the knot hitting his ass with a soft, wet slap. Out and in…out and in…over and over. He gasped and whimpered and moaned around the pounding strokes.

Now the regular, wet slap of the knot sounded through the gloom, beating out the rhythm of Jake being fucked up the ass.

***

Jake's world blurred into a pounding rhythm of pain and pressure and mounting pleasure. The dog cock slammed his ass like a piston, its slick, glistening length withdrawing, emerging, reversing, burying itself knot deep with a hard slap, withdrawing, emerging…over and over. Every stroke rippled through his body, made his feet sway above his head, slimy drops of commingled piss and cum dripping off his filthy socks. And each time the cock bottomed out in his ass, it squashed that spot behind his balls, making him grunt in needful lust, desperate for the next thrust, the next burst of deep pleasure.

slap…slap…slap…slap…

His head lolled forward and he met Danny's eyes. The tentacles held him suspended above his little brother now, so he could see the massive cock pounding Jake's ass clearly. Gooey fluid dripped from his ass and the pumping cock, spattering Danny's face and chest. His little brother didn't notice, though…he was enraptured, his gaze locked on the huge veiny cock fucking his big brother.

Having Danny watch him being ass-raped made Jake's pleasure spiral up to new heights. He wanted Danny to see him being fucked like a fag bitch…and by a dog's cock, too. He wanted everyone to see it…Jamey Dale and his other friends, all the kids at school, his teachers…his parents. He wished everyone could see him being raped, his own cock so hard it gleamed in the moonlight, oozing so much precum it looked like he was pissing the stuff.

…slap…slap…slap…slap…

Tentacles were still locked on his nipples and big toes, sucking hard. He desperately wished one would latch onto his bouncing cock, too, but the tentacles had another idea.

Without a break in the steady fuck-rhythm, Jake was suddenly pitched forward and pushed toward Danny. At the same time, Danny's feet were yanked back over and behind his head again. Jake's cock was squashed into Danny's asscrack, sliding against his little brother's cum-slick skin before suddenly popping into his still-gaping asshole. As soon as Danny's heat enveloped his dick, Jake automatically began to thrust. It was just instinct, a primal urge to fuck as intense as the one driving the dog cock still slamming his own ass.

…fucking my little brother…fuck yeah…fucking him…

"UH…UHNNN…JAKE…NO…!"

"S'okay Danny…s'okay…I'm fuh…fucking…fucking you…"

They both kept gasping out words, but they were really just noises, animal grunts and moans and whimpers. Jake thrust hard, his hips rising and falling as he fucked his little brother. The big dog cock adjusted itself to his rhythm and kept hammering Jake's ass even as he pounded Danny's.

"…NNNNNGGG…JAKE…OWWWW…"

…SLAP…SLAP…SLAP…SLAP…

"…yeah…fucking you…fucking your ass…uhhnn…fuck…"

The fucking went on and on, Jake's cock slamming his little brother's ass, the dog cock slamming his. Jake whimpered as a massive orgasm finally boiled up from his balls, a geyser of hot cum surging into the base of his cock…then stopping, poised on the verge of release but not quite reaching it. Somehow, the tentacles were keeping him hanging on the edge of cumming, locked in that instant before vast, sweet eruption. He could only keep thrusting away, sweat, cum and piss dripping from him, mouth hanging open, gasping, eyes wide and staring, a deep ache of pleasure rising and falling in his own ass as the dog cock fucked him…caught in the agonizing bliss of an orgasm that had started but simply wouldn't finish.

"…uh…UH…FUCK…GOTTA CUM…PLEASE…LET ME…CUM…!"

--SLAP--SLAP--SLAP--SLAP--

Faster now. Jake sucked in air that tasted of cum and piss and boy sex and humped faster, desperate to trigger the final release of his cum. The dog cock kept pace, the knot crashing into his dripping ass crack with heavy, thick SPLAT sounds, droplets of cum, mucus and shit flung from the impact, glistening in the night, spattering the bed and floor. Danny's voice was incoherent now, a string of noises, some guttural, some high-pitched, just a babble of pain and sheer, incandescent pleasure.

-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-

"…GOTTA…CUM…PLEEEEEEEASE…"

-SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP-

"PLEEEEEEEASSSE…"

-SLAPSLAP-

Between one shuddering thrust and the next, whatever had been holding Jake's orgasm back let go. His world splintered into jagged shards of searing pleasure, shot through with dazzling pain as the dog cock's fat knot slammed into his anus and kept going, plowing deep into his rectum.

Jake screamed as he started to cum.

Jake screamed in pain, a lightning bolt of agony that blasted outward from his abused anus…he screamed as the fat, slimy knot crashed into his asshole and kept going, slamming his sphincter as wide as a pop can…as it buried itself deep in his rectum and began to throb hard, shooting so much dog jizz into him he could feel each spurt, a burning, liquid warmth quickly filling his colon.

Jake screamed in ecstasy, a pleasure so big and deep it was like falling into an ocean made of the raw stuff of orgasms…he screamed as his body convulsed, wracked by waves of sheer pleasure, as his cock pounded, pumping what felt like a river of cum into his little brother's ass.

Jake screamed in both agony and ecstasy at the same time…screamed in a long, wailing cry, while his brain filled with a single thought.

I never want this to end…

He felt Danny writhing beneath him, his little brother's sweaty, cum-slicked skin sliding against his own. Jake realized Danny was wailing, too, gasping out hoarse, shrieking cries as his own orgasm pounded away. The brothers were locked in a sticky, slimy embrace, cumming together in an exquisitely shared moment of raw male sex.

…please, I never want this to end…

But it did end, or it began to.

…no, please…!

The incandescent mix of pain and pleasure began to fade, the orgasm rippling through his body slowing to long, shuddering pulses. Jake moaned. He would do anything to get back to that peak of sheer, mindless pleasure…anything. He'd suck a man's cock, a boy's cock, a fucking DOG'S cock, drink their cum and piss, take hard cock and cum up his ass…he'd let the world watch as fat bare cocks pounded his mouth and ass and showered him with thick, white spooge…anything, as long as it brought him back to where he was just seconds before…

…pleeeeeease…

But the orgasm continued to fade, now just flickers of pleasure echoing through his body. Danny had gone still under him, too, just gasping in Jake's ear, his cum-sodden socked feet resting wetly against the back of his big brother's thighs--

A sudden burst of pain as the dog cock abruptly pulled, yanking the knot from Jake's ass with a loud, sloppy pop that echoed in the darkness. The rest of the dog cock followed with a wet slithering sound. It left Jake's ass suddenly and achingly empty, cool air wafting across his wet skin and into his exposed bowels. He felt warm, viscous fluid oozing from his gaping boy-cunt, a slurry of cum and mucus and liquified shit dripping off his balls. He missed the pressure, the regular pounding of hard dog cock in his ass, the soft slap of the knot against his jizz-soaked ass-crack. But it didn't matter…a tentacle would jam itself back in his mouth any second, feeding him another massive load of cum, stoking him back to thundering desire and full erection, starting everything all over again…

…please, I'm yours, I'll do anything…

Jake was still thinking that when he realized he was on his back now, lying beside Danny, both of them naked and gasping in the moonlight.

Any second now…more cum…then I can go back to where I was, to what I never want to end…

Any second…

Darkness closed over Jake.

***

Jake blinked. Light. He blinked again, put his forearm over his eyes. He didn't want to get up yet…

But he was chilly. His covers must have got pushed down the bed. He reached for them, but found nothing. Just his own naked skin.

What--?

Memories came filtering back. A dark, moonlit room. Danny lying on the bed, half naked. Something moving, writhing around him…then grabbing Jake, holding him--

Jake slammed bolt upright, gasping.

He was lying on a grubby mattress, in a dirty, derelict room. But it wasn't moonlight filtering in through the cracked, filthy windows, it was pale, watery sunlight.

And he was naked, except for his socks.

Jake flung himself off the bed and crabbed up to the wall under the window, pressing himself against the gritty plaster, hugging his knees. He had to get away, before the tentacles…

The tentacles. There were no tentacles.

Breath rasping, heart hammering, he bobbed his head down, so he could look under the bed. That's where they'd come from, writhing obscenely out of the darkness under the grimy bed.

Nothing.

Holding his breath, he lowered himself until he could see fully under the bed. He was dimly aware that Danny was still sprawled on the mattress--also naked, judging from his bare ass--and wanted to be able to shout a warning, to get him running.

But, nothing. Jake could see the bare floor under the bed, covered with grit and splinters and a couple of rusty nails, and that was all. Beyond that, he could see all the way to the other wall.

He sat back up. As he did, Danny stirred, moaning slightly. It suddenly hit him that Danny should be covered in sticky, drying…stuff…but, aside from a small, damp sheen from his ass-crack, he wasn't. His pink skin was smeared here and there with dirt, but was otherwise clean.

So was Jake himself. He should be just slathered with…cum…and also piss. Just coated with a thick layer of filth. But he wasn't. Again, he had some sticky residue on his penis, and a few smeared wisps of yellowish-brown, but that was it.

There wasn't any sign of…well, any of it. The bed should be soaked in cum and piss, and the floor around the bed should still be spattered with puddles of it. But both were dry, the only dirt the pervasive grit, dust and general grime. Their clothes were scattered around, but even they were dry and relatively clean. The only part of them that seemed to have got really dirty were the bottoms of their socks, both his and Danny's, which were almost black with ground-in dirt. Jake picked up his pants, remembering how--

The tentacles finally went to work on his pants, forcing their way down the waistband…then pulling…pulling harder…pulling until the button popped free and clattered somewhere on the floor. The zipper went next, ripping open with a quick, metallic buzz.

But his pants were fine, the button still attached, the zipper intact.

It was as though he and Danny had come into this room, stripped almost naked, laid down on the bed and fell asleep--

No, wait. That dampness on Danny's ass, and the stickiness and dirty brown streaks on Jake's penis…they told a different story.

Jake had obviously fucked his little brother.

He took a shuddering breath. Even as the realization hit him with utter horror, his cock twitched, tingled, and began to swell, lengthen and thicken. As it did, more of last night came flooding back.

…Panzer's fat, dangling cock and swollen knot…

…hot, salty-bitter piss…

…fondling Danny's little-boy penis…

Jake instinctively covered his hardening cock as Danny suddenly rolled over. "Jake," he croaked, "what time is…" Then he stopped, his eyes flew wide, he yelped and, as Jake had done, flung himself off the bed.

"Danny, it's…okay. There's nothing. I already checked."

Danny's mouth quivered and he huddled against the far wall. "Jake…?" Tears welled up in his eyes.

Jake stood, walked across the room, then crouched beside his brother. The fact they were both naked seemed unimportant right now.

"Jake," Danny whispered, "I remember--" He shook his head.

"Yeah. I remember it, too. I think it was some sort of…weird dream."

Danny wiped his eyes, looked at Jake, then away again. "My butt…it's…sore."

"Yeah. I think we--" Jake couldn't actually say it, though. Couldn't say, we fucked. Couldn't say, I fucked you in the ass last night.

His penis rose, now dangling in a drooping arc from his thin scruff of new pubes.

Danny wiped his face again. "I…" he started, then stopped. "It felt…real."

"Yeah. I know. Come on, let's get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

They gathered up their clothes and quickly dressed. Both watched the bed warily as they did. But there wasn't even a hint that this place was anything except an old, abandoned house.

As Jake laced up his sneakers, Danny stopped and looked at him.

"It felt real."

"I know. But it…wasn't, I guess."

"My butt…" He swallowed. "Did we--?"

"Yeah. I think so. I…I'm really sorry, Danny."

His little brother stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "It's…okay."

Their eyes met.

A truth passed between the brothers. Each knew exactly what they'd thought had happened--and what really had. And both were okay with it.

Maybe more than okay.

They headed for the door. They both stopped, though, before leaving the room where…so much had seemed to happen.

There was no way he'd ever come back here, Jake thought. No way.

He looked at Danny, their eyes met again, and he knew his little brother was thinking the exact same thing.

No fucking way.

Except they both knew that was a lie.

Without a further word, Jake and Danny turned, walked the corridor to the stairs, down to the front door, and out of the quiet, old house.

The End