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The train sped forward along the tracks, taking me on a journey of a life time
Martin sat back in one of the seats and called for Tomas. "Pojď sem, sexy kluku."
Tomas returned to his favorite spot between his big bro's spread knees, his hands resting on Martin's thighs. Martin scooted his ass the edge of seat, his still-erect cock pressing into Tomas' underwear-clad butt.
Then he called to me. "Pojď sem, sexy milovník kluci. Ten kluk je tvůj." Martin placed his hands on the sides of the boy's shoulders and kissed the top of his head. Moving his lips to Tomas' ear, he said, "Tell him what I said. Slovo od slova"
Tomas' face flushed. He groped himself, absentmindedly pulling on his boner as boys tend to do. He looked at me and slowly repeated, "Come here, sexy boy-lover. The boy is for you."
"Sát můj chlapec péro." Martin nudged Tomas.
Now intentionally pulling on his boner, Tomas repeated for me, "Suck my boy dick."
Mmm, such talk from a little one. Not having disrobed yet, I hurriedly pulled off my shorts and underwear, straining to get them over my cock and over my sneakers. Free of my shorts, I keeled in front of the pair, claiming the offer.
Insistently ignoring the fact the it had just cum, my cock surged at the sight of the brothers. It's like they were posing for the cover of Modern Pedo. Martin-- clad in a muscle-T and high-top shoes, knees spread, his naked midsection covered by his nine-year-old brother. Tomas-- comfortably at home between his twenty-year-old brother's legs, facing out, bare-chested, in nothing but his tented Speed Racer underwear and converse sneakers.
I took the boy in with my eyes, from head to toe, imprinting every detail in my perverted mind. This was quickly followed by my greedy hands as I traced a path around his prepubescent body. Sliding my hands up his narrow torso, I pushed his arms above his head, exposing his sensual boypits; my fingers anxious to experience what I already knew-- naturally hairless and all boy.
Lowering his arms, I turned my attention to his pale-pink, flat nipples. I traced circles with my fingers around the edges. I brushed across them with my thumbs. Out of pure worship for his prepubescent body, I placed a gentle kiss on each, lightly tonguing them. Out of pure obedience to my lust-driven cock, I nibbled them, one after the other, and took them between my teeth. I sucked and scraped and teased them, feeling them harden to my touch.
Tomas twinged and let out a soft moan. This was followed by a guttural, lust-filled moan from Martin as he humped and gyrated his cock against his brother's backside.
My hands moved to the boy's waist as my mouth sought out his belly button. I tongued and savored the perfect, little innie. I wanted to linger but my chin was brushing the hard spike in his underwear, urging me to go lower.
I grabbed Tomas by his skinny pelvis and pushed myself back to get a better look at his boner-tented briefs. Speed Racer, in his classic pose along side the Mach 5 was printed on the left leg of the white boxer briefs. Along the blue waistband was "Go Speed Racer Go". Speed's boner... I mean Tomas' boner was straining against the white briefs.
Martin continued to grind against Tomas' backside, each slow, intense thrust forcing the boy's pelvis forward. I pushed back as Martin pressed forward, helping his cock hump his little bro's butt. All of the pushing and pressing on his hips caused the fabric of the briefs to stimulate Tomas' preteen stiffy, causing him too coo in rhythm with the undulations, "ooh, mmm, ooh".
"You like that, little boy? You like your brother's cock against your butt?" I asked.
Tomas nodded and pushed back harder. "Umph, umph, uunnnmph" he grunted.
In an effort to gratify my lust for boy boners and the sacred home of the boy-boner--the underwear-- I attacked the prominent bulge. I lavished the hidden spike with my tongue and mouth. I drooled on it, salivating till the front of the briefs were soaked through. I encased my lips around the shaft and jacked him with my mouth; the wet, slick briefs sliding across his rigid, sensitive dick. Sealing my lips around the whole bulge--cock and balls--I puffed out, enveloping Tomas' boyhood in my hot breath.
"Ach můj bože!" [Oh my god!] Tomas exclaimed.
I slurped on the head of the boy's boner, sucking my drool out of the underwear then letting it soak back in. Slurping the pervy concoction back into my mouth, I swirled it and savored it. It had that distinct taste of wet cotton but tainted with the slight musk of uncut boy dick and hairless ballsack that had been caged in the undies through a full day of fun and play.
I relented and pulled myself off the boy's crotch. Tomas' throbbing dick was clearly visible through the wet, white briefs. It was my turn to let out a lustful moan. I played with it, repositioning and stretching the translucent fabric over and around the bulge, creating quite a lewd and provocative image.
"Fuck, bro, that's hot," Martin said. He grabbed his phone and took several pics of his little bro in his perv-spit soaked underwear. He took some full body shots of Tomas, with himself sitting behind the kid, an arm seductively around his waist, as he gave the boy a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then he took some closeups of the now see-through underwear and the visible boyrod. "For some friends who are a fan of the boy," he explained. "Ok, now play with his dick again," he added. This time, he recorded a couple of short video clips of the two of us molesting the wet underwear and showing off the clearly visible boy dick. It was just our hands and Tomas' midsection, but there were clearly two sets of adult hands feasting on the aroused, young boy.
Martin set the phone aside. "You paid for his underwears, so take them. It is yours to have."
Tomas looked on with anticipation as my hands went to his waist. Slipping my forefingers into the top of the waistband on each side, I worked my fingers from back to front, inching them down over his perky butt and narrow hips.
With one arm around the boy's torso, Martin held Tomas tight. With the other hand, he pressed a finger to Tomas' lips. "Namočit to," he said. Tomas took the finger in his mouth and covered it with his natural boy-lube.
As I continued to lower the briefs, Martin slipped his wet finger into the top of Tomas' crack, pushing lower along with the receding briefs. The waistband caught the tip of Tomas' boner. He winced as the underwear forced his nail from pointing straight up to straight down. It strained with the tension of a stretched rubber band, forcing a dimple to form in his bare, exposed pubis. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, my cock involuntarily lurching at the site.
Before ripping his underwear off, I had to pay homage to that favorite boy spot of mine. I lightly touched the beautiful, hairless wonderland at the base of his dick, my eyes closing as his prepubescence took me to another world. Leaning in, I buried my nose in his bald pubis, right on the dimple that had formed. I jerked my cock desperately as I sniffed hard and deep, snorting his essence off his pillowy pad like it was a drug. I lapped and sucked on his bare skin, experiencing Tomas' ultimate smoothness with my lips and tongue. Turing my head to the side, I pressed my open mouth into his pubic mound and French kissed it till my drool was funneling down his v-line, into his underwear and dripping over his little balls.
Having satisfied my fix, I quickly tugged the underwear down to Tomas' ankles. His boner sprang back with a wet smack against his taught, lower belly. At that same moment, Martin's finger found its target. "Sakra!" Tomas exclaimed. He arched back as Martin sunk his finger to the hilt. Tomas fell forward, his hands landing on my shoulders, keeping himself upright. Kicking his underwear off around his sneakers, Tomas spread his stance then pushed back against Martin's probing finger. Using me as leverage, the boy rocked his little butt back and forth, fucking the finger with increasing intensity.
"His hole is hungry to be used," Martin said.
"Is that right, Tomas?" I asked. "You like getting your bum filled? You like it when your brother is inside you?"
Tomas nodded and grunted an answer, but his attention was focused on the fulfillment his asshole was receiving.
"Dva?" Martin asked. Thomas quickly nodded his head and opened his mouth, knowing the routine. Martin lubed two fingers in the boy's mouth and returned to his fuckhole. Tomas squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the intrusion, as Martin worked two fingers into the young, tight sphincter. After adjusting, Tomas resumed thrusting his ass back into his brother's fingers.
Martin's free arm went back around the boy's torso and pulled him upright. He pushed his fingers to the last knuckle, forcing Tomas' skinny pelvis forward. The boy's cock, nearly four inches of nine-year-old boyrection, was throbbing right in front of my face.
"Tak pojď, chyť ho za hlavu," Martin instructed.
Thomas latched both hands onto my head and pulled my mouth to his cock. Locking eyes with him, I opened wide and took the boy's dick in one gulp, right to the base. "Mmmm," I hummed on the hardness. Tomas maintained the gaze, a horny smile on his cute face. Keeping it in place, all the way in, I rhythmically sucked, satiating my lust for boy dick like a paci satisfying a baby.
"Mmm, ohh..., ano, yes... cucni mě...," Tomas grunted and cooed, consumed by all of the sensations.
Martin leered down over Tomas' shoulder to watch. "Oh, fuck dude, my little bro is so horny for his pedo cock sucker".
As big bro continued to prep little bro's fuckhole, I really started working the kid's tool; my hands roaming all over his young body, cupping his butt cheeks and pulling him further into my mouth. Moving down to his thighs, I stroked them up and down, on the sides and around to the softer, inner thighs. I worked my fingers up to Tomas' groin, and taint, and little ballsack and fondled them. All the while, Martin's finger thrusts pistoned the boy's dick in my mouth and back and forth across my tongue, matching the clanking rhythm of train on the tracks.
Martin's free hand slid down the Tomas' belly, meeting my lips at the base of the boy's dick. I backed off and Martin hooked his forefinger around the nook where shaft meets pubis. He pressed downward forcing the kidcock to point straight out. The added tension and the effects of his probing fingers--stretching him and hitting his hot spot--caused the boy's dick to swell and the head to turn a very horny purple.
As Martin held the hot prick down in place, I grabbed Tomas' thighs and dove back in. Going straight down to the base, I locked my lips, and quickly sucked back up his shaft till the head popped out with a smack. I repeated this over and over, sucking, licking, and lapping at the tortured boy-dick. I held out my stiffened tongue and Martin manipulated his bro's boner, pressing it down and rubbing the underside of the purple head across my wet tongue. Martin was moaning as much as Tomas as he focused the stimulation on the head.
Tomas was loosing control now. His legs trembled. His breathing quickened. "Ai!," he called out. Quickly, I curled the edges of my tongue around the shaft and closed my lips around it, giving Tomas a perfect fuckhole. With two fingers buried deep, Martin helped Tomas hump my tongue and mouth.
"Ai!..., Ai!..., Oh!," Tomas cried, his legs about to give out. Martin helped support little kid as Tomas grabbed me by the head again and proceeded to fuck my tightened mouth with a fury. Like a horny rabbit he rapid-fire humped the fuck out of my mouth, his flat, little tummy slamming into my face with each uncontrolled, exuberant hump.
"Jdu do..., Jdu do...," he grunted. "I'm gonna..., I'm gonna...Oh! fuckfuckfuck." With that, he wrapped both arms around my head and held on for dear life, his feet nearly coming off the floor of the train. His skinny, nine-year-old body went into spasms as his dick, hot like lava, twitched and jerked in my mouth. I held the back of his thighs and felt his muscles contract as his butt cheeks went into a seizure of their own. I held his cock in my mouth, experiencing and savoring each throb. Throb, throb, throb. I felt in around my lips. On my tongue. On the roof of my mouth. Five hot throbs as he was brought to a very intense drygasm in my mouth.
Tomas gave out and slumped back against Martin. I immediately missed the feel of his boy-dick in my mouth and went back for more. "Yow!...Ahh!," Tomas grimaced, recoiling at the over stimulation. I released his sensitive dick from my mouth... and it was immediately replace by Martin's fingers, fresh out of his little bro's stretched hole.
Staring Martin in they eyes, I sucked on his fingers, hot with the taste of boy-ass and spit-lube. Cutting me off, before I could consume all of the boy's essence, Martin pulled his fingers out of my mouth and offered them to Tomas. Also locking eyes with Martin, Tomas grabbed his brother's hand and licked and slurped the fingers like a tasty treat. To finish off the last of Tomas' tangy boy-musk, Martin took his turn and sucked his fingers clean.
The train sped on in the dark, clanking along the tracks. "We have just enough time," Martin said, looking at his phone again. He slumped in his seat, moving his ass the the edge and creating a spot for Tomas to sit.
"Vstaň sem nahoru," he said, patting his abdomen. Tomas quickly jumped up and sat across his brother's abdomen. Martin positioned his little bro so he was sitting just above his rigid cock. "Lay back," he added. As Tomas leaned back, Martin grabbed the boy from behind his knees and pulled his legs back. Tomas' boy-butt rocked back and up, his sneaker-clad feet extended above him.
"Roztáhni zadek," Martin barked. Tomas reached down and spread his butt cheeks, giving me a front row seat to that beautiful, under aged boyhole. "Okay, my pedo friend, lube him good and you can watch me, how do you say... go balls deep in the nine-year-old.