Where's My Present?

When I got out of my class, I went running to where my buddies were waiting. "Are you ready to go?" I asked them.

"Sure, let's go!" Darren and Trevor ran with me to our bikes and we got on and went racing toward my home. It was a cold, frost-bitten day but we didn't care just then, and our exercise made us more than warm during the ride.

It was two weeks until Christmas, but that wasn't what had us riding so fast, or in a way, it was. The thing was, my mother had gone to the mall to do her Christmas shopping today, the only time so far this year she had gone without taking my older brother and me, and I was certain that the reason was that she had gone to pick up my prime present for this year. A brand new Playstation! I'd been using an older Playstation for years and years now, and couldn't even buy games for it any more, not the good ones, anyhow, and had been begging Mom and Dad for about four or five months (ever since I didn't get it for my seventh birthday back in August, actually) to buy it for me for Christmas, and if she did, they didn't have to get me anything else, nothing at all! I'd even mentioned it to both sets of grandparents, not that I expected them to buy it for me (but you never know) but so they could tell Mom and Dad it was what I was really wanting.

So if Mom had bought the Playstation for me, she would have gotten it for me today. So I was going home with my friends to see if we could find it (Mom always hid our presents until Christmas morning, but I could usually find them) and if the box was the right size and shape, then we could know that she'd gotten me the game. And Darren and Trevor could come over and we could play games after school and on weekends. Their families didn't have a lot of money. My family wasn't that much better off, I know, but they could buy me a Playstation for Christmas. I hoped! I wasn't sure, but if I could see that box, no matter how it was wrapped, I could know if it was a Playstation or not.

My bike ride home took a while, we lived almost two miles from the school. My big brother Kevin was luckier, he not only had a car, but his school was only six blocks from home. He always beat me home from school each day and would never, never give me and my friends a ride home after school, even though he could have. It sucks having a big brother nearly ten years older, Kevin would be going to college when he graduated next spring. If he went to college, he was a football player and baseball player and some basketball as well, but his grades weren't nearly as good as mine.

I got home with my friends and we got there and first thing was to find Mom. I'd get some clues from her, Mom was lousy at keeping secrets. Like when I asked her where she hid my presents, she always looked in the right direction of where she'd hidden them, whether up in the attic, down in the basement, or whatever. Asking her two or three times in different places, and it was like having a road map to the hiding place.

Mom was in the kitchen, doing some preliminary work for supper, peeling potatoes. She looked at me with an odd look of triumph. "Hi, Mom! Did you go shopping today?" I asked.

"You know I did." Mom said, her knife slowly peeling the potato in her hand.

"Did you get me anything?" I said.

"Yes, and before you ask, I don't know where it's hidden this year."

"What?"

"I gave your present to Kevin to hide for me. You always find my hiding places, so I figured this year, I'd let someone else hide it." She looked from my flummoxed face to my friends. "And you and your friends will just have to wait until Christmas to see what it is." And that look of triumph on her face grew stronger.

I retreated ingloriously from the field of battle. I didn't know what to do next. With my friends, I went up to my room. Kevin's room was next door, it was booming out loud rock music, not the kind you can dance to, but the stuff that sounds like people yelling angrily about everything. It suited my mood right then, and the wall cut it down to a dull racket anyhow. My buddies and I made a huddle of combat.

"How am I going to get Kevin to tell me where my present is?" I moaned to start the meeting. "He thinks it's funny to make me miserable!"

"We'll have to convince him to tell us." Darren agreed. "Maybe if we tickle him and tickle him until he tell us?"

"Kevin's not ticklish. Or not that ticklish." I said. "We have to do something else."

"Give him a noogie? Or an Indian burn?" Darren went on.

"We do that, he does it to me three times as bad." I said. "Whatever we pick is going to have to work."

Trevor had been quiet. "I got an idea." He said, then no more.

"Come on, what is it?" I pushed him.

"Yeah, give it."

"We could...we could torture him to tell us." Trevor said.

"Torture?" I tasted the word, didn't like it. I didn't know entirely what it meant, actually, I was only seven years old.

"We can't torture anyone!" Darren burst out. "Not even to find out what Billy is getting for Christmas!"

"Well, it's not entirely torture." Trevor said. "My brother and his girlfriend were doing it." His brother Martin was seventeen, nearly as old as Kevin. "They were in bed and she started doing something to him and he moaned out, "Oh, God, you're torturing me, girl! You're fucking torturing me!"

I considered this. "Do you think we can do what she was doing? Do you think Kevin would tell us if we do it to him?"

"She let go of him and said, So can we go to Chez Pierre Luis on Saturday?' and Martin said, Yeah, yeah, anything, just finish me off!"

I considered this, as did my buddies. "It's worth a shot." I finally agreed. "And if it doesn't work, sounds like Kevin wouldn't turn around and do it to me, only worse." My last "Indian burn" from Kevin was still far too clear in my memory, I had done him barely, no marks, and he had left a red mark on my arm that lasted more than a week. Mom had been mad at Kevin, but I didn't think that would stop him from doing it again if he decided to.

"Okay, we'll try it." I said and with my friends, we plotted out how to do it best.

I wasn't supposed to go into Kevin's room, but he didn't have a lock on the door to stop me, so we burst in. As I'd hoped, Kevin was sprawled out on his bed, listening to the racket he called music, wearing only a pair of shorts and t-shirt as usual. He didn't even hear us open the door at first, and we were all the way in before he looked up to see us approaching him on the bed.

That made taking him down easy. Trevor and Darren got hold of his arms, one to each, and they had him pinned down while I got hold of his legs. Kevin is a big, burly hulk of a big brother, but though he squirmed desperately, he couldn't get loose.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kevin groaned.

"Where'd you hide my Christmas present!" I demanded. "Where?"

"None of your business!" Kevin didn't try to pretend he didn't know, at least. That saved some time.

"Tell me!"

"No way! Mom told me to hide it and not tell her and not tell you and not tell anyone! And that's how it'll be. I'll get it out on Christmas morning and not before. You're going to wait until Christmas to get your present this year, sport!"

"You'd better tell me!" I threatened him.

"Let me go, or I'll give you something worse than socks for Christmas. I'll give you a set of lumps bigger'n crabapples!" That was a line our grandfather had taught us.

"Last chance to tell me before I start in!" I warned him.

"No fucking way." Kevin squirmed harder than ever.

And I pulled his shorts down and there was my big brother's cock. My God, it was big! Bigger than anything I'd ever seen or imagined!

"What are you weirdos doing?" Kevin demanded.

"Going to make you talk." I said.

"How you going to do that?" Kevin sounded intimidated. I hardly recognized the tone, I'd heard it so rarely. I had him scared.

"Like this." I told him and I took his cock in my hand, all limp and soft as it was, and I began to play with it, moving my hand back and forth as best I could. It wasn't hard, but it stiffened up rapidly, and then I could move my hand faster. I began to pump on Kevin's cock and Kevin grunted.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to make you talk." Trevor told him. "Billy's going to pump your cock until you tell him where his present is hidden. Better if you give up and tell him right now. Where is it?"

"You bunch of little perverts!" Kevin grunted. "Get your filthy hands off me, little brother, or I'm going to tell Mom!"

"Go ahead and tell her." I said bravely, continuing to pump on his dick. "But first, you're going to tell me where you hid my present!"

"Yeah, come on, tell him, tell him!" Trevor went on.

"Yeah!" Darren added.

"You bunch of freaking, uh! Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!" Kevin groaned. "Oh, shit, that's feeling so good, shit!"

"You like this?" I asked.

"Yeah, oh, God, fuck, yeah, little brother! Come on, pump my cock, pump it harder, faster, uhhhh, uh, yeah, uhhhh!" His cock was getting even harder, and a slimy trail of clear liquid was oozing down over my hand. Felt really sticky.

"You like it?" Trevor asked. He puzzled, then he said, "Oh, I get it. You're using your hand, Billy. Martin's girlfriend used her mouth. Trying doing that with your mouth instead. I bet that'll hurt him."

"Yeah, use your mouth, little brother." Kevin groaned. "Ahhh, shit! This is so fucking hot!"

I looked at my big brother's cock. It was bigger than ever, it stuck over my hand a long ways, I could have put both hands on it and there would have been as much left over. The tip of it was reddish in color, and the head had a lot of little squarish bumps all over it, like it was swelling so much it was about to burst.

I put my tongue on that head and it was all spongy and the squarish bumps sort of sucked all my saliva off my tongue, so I moved my mouth and worked up more. That made my lips worm all over Kevin's dong and Kevin moaned.

"Oh, yeah, little brother, come on, suck it for me, suck on it. Awwww, maaaaaan!" Kevin groaned and he bucked his hips upwards so hard, it shoved his cock into my mouth too deep, enough to make me choke, and I had to let go and cough a while.

"Oh, God, come on, little brother, get back to sucking my cock!" Kevin babbled. "Come on, Billy, suck my fat dong, come on, please, little brother, please!"

"If he does, will you tell him where you hid his present?" Trevor asked quickly.

"I can't tell him."

"Then he's not going to suck you anymore."

"Oh, God, oh, Gooooood!" Kevin moaned. "If I tell you, Mom's going to loose it! I promised her."

"Then I guess we'd better just let you go." Trevor said. "Too bad, you looked like you were enjoying having Billy suck your cock."

"I did, I did." Kevin moaned, panted heavily. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"

"Tell him, then, tell him!"

"Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow." Kevin offered. "Right after school. Okay, will that work? Okay?"

"Why tomorrow?" Trevor asked suspiciously.

"Becau--.... Oh, God!" Kevin moaned, because I was sucking him again. Trevor would have argued forever, but I knew Mom would be checking on things before long, and I did NOT want her to catch me sucking on Kevin's dick. And I could wait for a day. Why not? I began to suck and Kevin soon was moaning harder than ever.

"Oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna come, little brother, I'm going to shoot! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kevin groaned out.

"What's he mean, he's going to shoot?" Darren asked. I didn't know either.

Well, I found out. Kevin groaned some more, and then he squirted some hot stuff out of his cock that surprised the heck out of me! I got a big glob of it in my mouth and down my throat, and I yanked my mouth off Kevin's cock and more of that sticky gooey stuff splatted me in the face. It was hot, it was salty and the taste in my mouth was salty and tasted...tasted wonderful! I opened my mouth, tongue open, and the last flying blob of it landed on my tongue and I drew my tongue back in and just savored the heavy, musky taste. It tasted like Kevin, tasted like everything I wanted to be when I grew up. Just like Kevin.

"Wow!" Darren marveled. "That was neat! I didn't know it'd do that!"

"I'd heard Martin talk about coming hard once." Trevor admitted. "But I didn't know what he meant by it."

"What's it taste like?" Darren asked me.

"It tastes good!" I agreed. "Real good!"

Darren reached a hand toward my face, I pulled away but all Darren did was brush a finger over my cheek and pull it away again with some of Kevin's come on it, and he put it in his mouth. "Hey, that is good."

I lifted my hand, which had continued to hold Kevin's prong at its base and had caught some of the stuff that had dribbled off when the big blasts had ended, and I licked it off.

"You should try some of it." Darren said to Trevor. "It's really good!"

Trevor demurred, but Darren and I between us licked all of Kevin's spunk off my face. Kevin was all sweaty and worn out and we three boys just got off the bed and left him where he was.

"Why did you start sucking him again?" Trevor demanded. "He's not going to tell you tomorrow. Or he'll move it before tomorrow. You've been tricked. You'll see, you won't get that present until Christmas."

"Kevin's not a liar." I defended my big brother. "It's why I got back to sucking on him."

My friends left soon after that, I think they were mad at me, at least Trevor was. Darren had it in mind, I think, to see what his own older brother (fifteen) could do for him in terms of getting more of that come to drink.

The next day, I knocked on Kevin's door. He told me to come in and I went in and he was lying on his bed the same as before. "So where's my present?" I asked him.

"When Mom gave it to me yesterday, I put it in my closet over there." Kevin indicated. "On the floor on the left."

I went to his closet and began to dig in the left-hand side. Nothing. "It's not here."

"Of course not." Kevin said. "I moved it today."

I turned to look at him, and he had stripped himself naked and his cock was erect. "If you suck my cock again, I'll tell you tomorrow where it is." And he grinned.

I don't think he really expected me to do it, but I went over and climbed on his bed and caught hold of him. "Okay, then, you tell me tomorrow where it is." and I began to suck on him again.

We had two weeks until Christmas. My guess is that Kevin figured on trying to keep tricking me into sucking his cock all the way up until Christmas, and after that, try to come up with some other way to get me to suck him. And that was all right with me.

I'd have to wait until Christmas to see if I got my Gamestation. But getting the hot, white stuff Kevin kept hidden in his cock was almost as good!

THE END
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