Dick or Treat 2

By Gerste

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"Dick or Treat," part II, by Gerste

Aiden Briwahls and his two brothers were in dire straits. Here they were, naked as the day they were born, with their sisters, aunt and mother feeling their (i.e., the latter aforementioned boys') genitals (each in their turn), and about to be sent outside naked for all the world to see! And as if that wasn't bad enough, these boys were instructed to allow anyone who wished to feel and see any part of their bodies, especially their genitals. Needless to say, Aiden Briwahls, our nine-year old protaganist, was none too happy.

Aiden's aunt Evelynne was the instigator behind all this. As the boys were about to find out, she was able to enlist the services of a great many more than our male underdogs had realized.

Their aunt Evelynne was about to lead the procession through the front door. She opened the front door to the outside and called back to the three terrified brothers, "Well, boys, what are you waiting for? Those dicks of yours, uuhmm, I mean, OURS, aren't getting any younger."

Aiden looked down at his 11 year old sister, Shirley, who was at that moment playing with his penis. Aiden said, "Well, I'd move, but my sister is busy playing with my goodies. Isn't she going to get enough goodies at trick or treating?"

Aunt Evelynne: "Oh, clever boy! I like a lad who makes a pun at his own expense."

It seemed that Aiden was not alone. In fact, all three sisters were fondling a different brother at that moment. Seeing the situation, but not willing to squelch her nieces' free spirits in exercising their rights, their aunt urged, "Now girls, there will be plenty of time to play with your playthings later. For now, you will have to share them with the whole neighborhood, because they belong to them, too, you know." The girls had been taught not to be stingy or selfish. So they immediately stood up, with penis in hand, and led their three brothers towards the open door by their penises.

Aunt Evelynne: "That's my sweet nieces. Selfless and considerate as usual. Boys, you could learn from that."

12 year old Aaron responded, as 8 year old Ashley had hold of his penis, "Yes, I can see how considerate she is. Too bad there aren't more like her." Aaron's sarcasm was met with more irony as his aunt rejoined, "Oh, but there are, my dear nephew. And you're about to meet them, by the hundreds."

Aaron gulped in fright at her words. He felt faint, but knew he had to be strong for his two brothers, especially little nine year old Aiden, who himself looked affright. At 12, Aaron was the oldest of the three boys, as already noted.

The three good-looking brothers emerged outside, led by their aunt in front and their mother bringing up the rear (almost in so many words, as she would periodically swat one of her sons' behinds to hasten their lagging stride). The girls, for their part, kept tugging on their brothers' penises to force them to keep pace. The three sisters were only too happy to "share" their brothers with the rest of the world; and were, in fact, quite beside themselves with giddiness at the prospect.

The eight of them (two women and 6 children) approached their first house. The children's mother, Mrs. Briwahls, said to her three sons, "Now boys, remember what we had said: you are to say, 'Dick or treat.' Then explain to them that they can either pull on your penis, or give you a treat. But really, boys, they have a right to do either, which we will be letting them know anyways." Having said that, she rapped on the door. A moment later, it opened. For whatever reason, the residents did not seem as surprised to see three naked boys standing before them as the three brothers might have expected. It was almost as if the residents were expecting them.

The three boys stood there silent for a few seconds, trying to take it all in, when a swat across the backside of one of them reminded them of their rehearsed lines. 10 year old Brandon was the first to speak: "Trick or..." He was soon corrected by a slap to his right ear from his aunt. He paused a moment before coming to himself, and resuming with, "D...d...dick or dre...treat..."

Sensing his 10 year old brother's fear, Aaron broke in: "We are supposed to ask if you would either like to give us a treat or pull on our..." The boy could not bring himself to complete the sentence, as he began to blush at the very thought of it. He was overcome by the same fear his younger brother was feeling.

Aunt Evelynne was only too eager to "help," as she said, "Dick, Aaron, dick. SAY it!!!" Aaron looked at her blankly, then turned to the home's residents to resume his question. As he did so, he could not make eye-contact as he averted his gaze downward towards his feet in utter shame. "Dick," he said, barely audibly. The home residents standing in front of the boys comprised an obese woman and her equally portly husband, plus their three daughters of various school ages. The woman looked the boy up and down before her eyes landed on the boy's genitals, while her girls' eyes were glued to the boys' genitals almost immediately. Her husband was likewise attentive. When the woman finally looked up at the downcast face, she said, "You're quite a looker, boy, just like they said you would be. Look me in the eye, and let's get a good look at that fine face of yours." Aaron looked up, but could not look any of them in the eyes, out of profound embarrassment. The three boys were so astounded at the present circumstances that they were unable to take it all in. They failed to comprehend what she might have meant by the words, "...like they said you would be." If they had thought better of it, they might have recognized that the present circumstances may have been pre-arranged. As it was, however, everything was moving too fast for them in their stunned state of mind, and yet, paradoxically, it was moving in slow motion.

The woman, who had the bass voice of a man, resumed once more: "Now, supposing you fine boys say again what it was you wanted?"

One of the resident girls spoke up, "Their dicks, mother. They want us to yank on their dicks." With that, each of the homeowner's daughters ran up to the three boys and, each choosing a boy, yanked on their respective penises, bringing the three brothers to their knees in writhing pain, as the sensation shot up their vas deferens and into their gonads.

Mrs. Briwahls, the boys' mother, indulgently advised, "No, dears, that's not quite what we had in mind. Boys, why don't you explain to our friends here what you trying to say?" As she said this, she looked down at her three squatting sons, who were writhing in pain. Nine year old Aiden said, with hot tears in his eyes, "What d' fuck, mom!?!?"

End of part 2

(The End)