Chapter Text
Wesley Darling was a fairly typical twelve year old boy living in London. He liked the things most boys his age liked, especially cricket. He was obsessed with the rules of the game and often worked to umpire matches.
His brothers, John and Michael often thought he was too much of a rules lawyer and often made remarks about it. They weren’t unkind because they loved their brother Wesley and looked up to him. He was a very good big brother to both of them.
Wesley also loved his little brothers. They could be a little annoying, especially Michael who loved to remove his clothes and often got his brother John to join him. Wesley would scold them gently and tell them to put something on, even though he secretly enjoyed watching their hard little cocks and sexy butts.
Despite playing the watchful and responsible big brother, he wasn’t immune from what he considered to be improper thoughts. After his brothers fell asleep he would pleasure himself to thoughts of the boys he saw in the locker room after matches. Sometimes he even thought about his brothers, wondering how John and Michael’s mouths would feel on his erect penis.
One day, he happened to spy John standing with his breeches around his ankles and Michael’s mouth on his boyhood. They didn’t realize he was there. He should have stopped them, but he was too fascinated by the site of his brothers engaging in oral sex with each other. Not only was he fascinated but he was aroused. More aroused than he had ever been.
He continued to watch as John cried out in orgasm. The older boy then pulled Michael up and kissed him before returning the favor and sucking the little boy’s small dick until he climaxed. Wesley wondered how long the two had been engaging in sex acts together. That clearly wasn’t their first time together.
Wesley thought about his brothers very often after witnessing them with each other. It was what he thought about regularly when he pleasured himself. He had to stop himself from confronting them at least a dozen times. In his fantasies, he threatened to tell their parents unless they agree to be his sexual slaves.
He fought a war within himself about what was right and proper, and what he wanted, which was to do naughty things with boys all the time. He knew about things from witnessing other boys in the locker room. He sometimes hid inside a wooden locker and spied on other boys doing things with each other.
There was a pair of older boys who regularly used the locker room to have sex. He was fascinated and so incredibly turned on by the sight of them. Witnessing them together the first time was when he saw how boys could have anal sex. Both boys really seemed to enjoy it and he began to wonder how it felt, for both of them.
Wesley’s private war with himself was his most closely guarded secret. His nighttime sessions when his brothers slept were his only release. He was grateful they were both sound sleepers since they all shared a room together.
After witnessing the boys in the locker room swallow each other’s sperm, he started to eat his own rather than wipe it up with a cloth. He quickly grew to love the taste of it. It was also a nice bonus that he didn’t need to hide his crusty cloth anymore.
On the surface, he was a good boy who not only followed the rules, but enforced them. Deep down, however, Wesley Darling was a super horny boy with a longing for other boys, including both of his younger brothers. He wanted to lick their beautiful young bodies and put his hard penis in their butts like he had seen the other boys do.
“Hrrrrmph.” He grunted as he shot his nightly load over his torso. He had been thinking about his brothers again. When he did, he never lasted long. He felt shame as he scooped up his milky treasure and sucked it off his fingers.
He put his nightshirt back on and fell to sleep to dream of boys.