Re: Cant Look Away Part. 2
anonymous
March 14 2009, 07:53:43 UTC
“Eh? Well… there is one thing you can do…”
I have no idea how the hell it happened, but in the blink of an eye, my little brother was completely naked from head to toe with the gun still in his hand. Potato-bastard’s face turned red. Almost immediately, I noticed something that I shouldn’t have.
Was that a bulge I saw in his pants?! Leave it to a kinky faggot like him to get turned on by a gun! I mean, it couldn’t possibly be that he’s mainly staring at my brother’s slender body. No way. I look just like that, and I never turned anyone on. Ok one person. But he doesn’t count and he still hasn’t called me. Anyway, it had to be the gun.
“If you do this favor for me,” Veneciano began, “I’ll give you a pass.” He smiled that innocent smile of his. “Grandpa said I can do that!”
Give him a pass?! Veneciano, do you even know what you’re saying? Were you actually planning to kill him if he doesn’t do what you ask?
“I see…” said that wurst eating fag. Without letting Veneciano finish the request however, he lunged forward and claimed his lips into one hot, searing kiss. He then went from his lips, to his neck, to his nipples moving his tongue all over his body.
That’s when I got up and began to walk away. But I was only halfway towards my room when I hear:
“AH! Germany! AHH!”
And then I rushed back to look through the hole again. Potato-bastard had Veneciano’s head in his hands and his fingers were running through his hair as they kissed again. One hand grabbed onto his curl and began to play with it, making my brother moan even louder. My palm soon met my face. I can’t believe he’s touching him there again! Even after I told him not too! He can claim he doesn’t know about it all he wants. It’s just an excuse for him to be as kinky as humanly possible. And my brother was falling right for it.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!” Great. Now even if I wanted to walk away, I can’t because Veneciano is too fucking loud. The only way to get away from it all would be to walk out of the house. But I’ll be damned if potato-bastard manages to drive me out of my own home. The hell with that. Plus, I really couldn’t turn away.
I saw that my brother was already hard. It was as if potato-bastard wasted no time. He lifted my brother and sat him on his desk as he bent down and began to run his tongue around the tip of his cock.
“Oh my God, Germany! Oooohhh~!” Veneciano’s moans got louder and louder as he began to bang his fists on the desk. Potato-bastard soon managed to take him in completely. “Don’t stop! Please DON’T STOP! Ahhhh! AHHHH! OH YES!” He was twisting his head from side to side as he was getting sucked off. He was going to reach his climax soon, I could tell. But then all of a sudden:
Re: Cant Look Away Part. 3
anonymous
March 14 2009, 07:56:50 UTC
“What? Whats the problem? You were just screaming for me NOT to stop!” he asked, looking rather annoyed (to which I let out a very small chuckle.) Though not even I know why my brother stopped him. I mean, shit, he really did sound like he was enjoying it. His screams were probably heard by everyone near our home.
“I…I…wanna try… something out…” he said between loud pants. He got closer to him and I could swear I heard him command: “Your clothes…off…now!” His face was completely overcome with lust as he ripped off his clothes for him, threw them into some forgotten corner and pushed him to the couch resting on the opposite side of the room. It was a side of Veneciano that I had never seen before. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he was about to top Potato-bastard and fuck his brains out right there.
Well, I don’t know about fucking his brains out just yet, but I KNOW I’m not hallucinating when I say that I’m definitely seeing Potato-bastard on all fours with Veneciano right behind him. What the hell am I looking at?!
Veneciano pressed his cock on Potato-bastard ass. I know I’m not hearing shit either when I say that I heard that fucker moan. But before Veneciano could get any farther, he yelled:
“Wait a sec! Aren’t you going to use anything before you do that?”
“Like what? What are you talking about?”
“Like some form of lubrication! You couldn’t possibly be planning on fucking me dry, right?”
Veneciano stood still for a few seconds and then got up and walked to one of his drawers. “Oh you mean something like this right?”
He pulled a bottle of something out (I’m assuming it was baby oil) and began to apply it all over his cock. When he returned, he didn’t allow Potato-bastard to say anything else as he rammed his dick right in his entrance.
I didn’t want to hear his moans. But dammit, no matter how hard I tried to block them out, his screams were about as loud as my brothers. Veneciano slowly began to rock back and forth. After a while I heard Potato-bastard say:
“Please, go faster…”
“What was that, Germany?”
“I said GO FASTER! PLEASE!”
And he did. I had to give it to my brother. He was the last person in my mind who I thought could get the mother fucker to scream and moan the way he was now. Not that I was actually thinking of people, hell no! I also had to give him props for being able to pound him so hard, the couch was moving and banging on the wall. So that combined with their loud, embarrassing noises was enough for me to know how into this shit they really were. Veneciano continued to thrust into him as fast as he could.
“Oh GOD I-ITALY! OH SHIIIIIT!” Potato-bastard finally came; Veneciano not too far after as he collapsed on top of him. They were both a sweaty, panting mess by the time it was over. I finally looked away, but still stood near the door in case they continued to speak.
Re: Cant Look Away Part. 4 (final)
anonymous
March 14 2009, 07:58:58 UTC
“Where did you learn how to do that?” Potato-bastard asked him, still breathing heavily.
“Eh? Well, I saw Grandpa Rome do it one day…”
“Ok, that’s all I really need to know.”
“Hey. Hey, Germany!” Veneciano said.
“What?”
“Thanks. You get your free pass now.”
I guess I wasn’t really paying much attention anymore since I didn’t bother to get back to my room when they finished talking which I soon regretted after Potato-Bastard opened the door and saw me sitting right there. It didn’t take him long to realize that I saw the entire thing.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.
“What the hell are YOU doing here?!” I demanded, quickly getting defensive. “I never gave you permission to come inside in the first place! I had to make sure you weren’t hurting my brother! Where is he anyway?” I looked inside to see Veneciano sleeping on the couch with a sheet covering him as he slept. I looked at Potato-bastard as he began to walk out the door. I would have yelled, but I decided not to wake Veneciano up. I was kinda proud of him for being able to get what he wanted and dominating anyway. He deserved some rest this time.
I walked back into my office and noticed that my answering machine said I had a new message.
“Hehe, Romano? Are you there? Its Spain! You were mad that I didn’t call you before and now you won’t answer me! And I called like, ten times! Are you really that upset? Please call me back!”
My palm reached my face again. Fuck. I forgot all about him…
I have no idea how the hell it happened, but in the blink of an eye, my little brother was completely naked from head to toe with the gun still in his hand. Potato-bastard’s face turned red. Almost immediately, I noticed something that I shouldn’t have.
Was that a bulge I saw in his pants?! Leave it to a kinky faggot like him to get turned on by a gun! I mean, it couldn’t possibly be that he’s mainly staring at my brother’s slender body. No way. I look just like that, and I never turned anyone on. Ok one person. But he doesn’t count and he still hasn’t called me. Anyway, it had to be the gun.
“If you do this favor for me,” Veneciano began, “I’ll give you a pass.” He smiled that innocent smile of his. “Grandpa said I can do that!”
Give him a pass?! Veneciano, do you even know what you’re saying? Were you actually planning to kill him if he doesn’t do what you ask?
“I see…” said that wurst eating fag. Without letting Veneciano finish the request however, he lunged forward and claimed his lips into one hot, searing kiss. He then went from his lips, to his neck, to his nipples moving his tongue all over his body.
That’s when I got up and began to walk away. But I was only halfway towards my room when I hear:
“AH! Germany! AHH!”
And then I rushed back to look through the hole again. Potato-bastard had Veneciano’s head in his hands and his fingers were running through his hair as they kissed again. One hand grabbed onto his curl and began to play with it, making my brother moan even louder. My palm soon met my face. I can’t believe he’s touching him there again! Even after I told him not too! He can claim he doesn’t know about it all he wants. It’s just an excuse for him to be as kinky as humanly possible. And my brother was falling right for it.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!” Great. Now even if I wanted to walk away, I can’t because Veneciano is too fucking loud. The only way to get away from it all would be to walk out of the house. But I’ll be damned if potato-bastard manages to drive me out of my own home. The hell with that. Plus, I really couldn’t turn away.
I saw that my brother was already hard. It was as if potato-bastard wasted no time. He lifted my brother and sat him on his desk as he bent down and began to run his tongue around the tip of his cock.
“Oh my God, Germany! Oooohhh~!” Veneciano’s moans got louder and louder as he began to bang his fists on the desk. Potato-bastard soon managed to take him in completely. “Don’t stop! Please DON’T STOP! Ahhhh! AHHHH! OH YES!” He was twisting his head from side to side as he was getting sucked off. He was going to reach his climax soon, I could tell. But then all of a sudden:
“Wait! Germany! S-stoooop!” Veneciano pushed potato-bastard off.
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“I…I…wanna try… something out…” he said between loud pants. He got closer to him and I could swear I heard him command: “Your clothes…off…now!” His face was completely overcome with lust as he ripped off his clothes for him, threw them into some forgotten corner and pushed him to the couch resting on the opposite side of the room. It was a side of Veneciano that I had never seen before. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he was about to top Potato-bastard and fuck his brains out right there.
Well, I don’t know about fucking his brains out just yet, but I KNOW I’m not hallucinating when I say that I’m definitely seeing Potato-bastard on all fours with Veneciano right behind him. What the hell am I looking at?!
Veneciano pressed his cock on Potato-bastard ass. I know I’m not hearing shit either when I say that I heard that fucker moan. But before Veneciano could get any farther, he yelled:
“Wait a sec! Aren’t you going to use anything before you do that?”
“Like what? What are you talking about?”
“Like some form of lubrication! You couldn’t possibly be planning on fucking me dry, right?”
Veneciano stood still for a few seconds and then got up and walked to one of his drawers. “Oh you mean something like this right?”
He pulled a bottle of something out (I’m assuming it was baby oil) and began to apply it all over his cock. When he returned, he didn’t allow Potato-bastard to say anything else as he rammed his dick right in his entrance.
I didn’t want to hear his moans. But dammit, no matter how hard I tried to block them out, his screams were about as loud as my brothers. Veneciano slowly began to rock back and forth. After a while I heard Potato-bastard say:
“Please, go faster…”
“What was that, Germany?”
“I said GO FASTER! PLEASE!”
And he did. I had to give it to my brother. He was the last person in my mind who I thought could get the mother fucker to scream and moan the way he was now. Not that I was actually thinking of people, hell no! I also had to give him props for being able to pound him so hard, the couch was moving and banging on the wall. So that combined with their loud, embarrassing noises was enough for me to know how into this shit they really were. Veneciano continued to thrust into him as fast as he could.
“Oh GOD I-ITALY! OH SHIIIIIT!” Potato-bastard finally came; Veneciano not too far after as he collapsed on top of him. They were both a sweaty, panting mess by the time it was over. I finally looked away, but still stood near the door in case they continued to speak.
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“Eh? Well, I saw Grandpa Rome do it one day…”
“Ok, that’s all I really need to know.”
“Hey. Hey, Germany!” Veneciano said.
“What?”
“Thanks. You get your free pass now.”
I guess I wasn’t really paying much attention anymore since I didn’t bother to get back to my room when they finished talking which I soon regretted after Potato-Bastard opened the door and saw me sitting right there. It didn’t take him long to realize that I saw the entire thing.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.
“What the hell are YOU doing here?!” I demanded, quickly getting defensive. “I never gave you permission to come inside in the first place! I had to make sure you weren’t hurting my brother! Where is he anyway?” I looked inside to see Veneciano sleeping on the couch with a sheet covering him as he slept. I looked at Potato-bastard as he began to walk out the door. I would have yelled, but I decided not to wake Veneciano up. I was kinda proud of him for being able to get what he wanted and dominating anyway. He deserved some rest this time.
I walked back into my office and noticed that my answering machine said I had a new message.
“Hehe, Romano? Are you there? Its Spain! You were mad that I didn’t call you before and now you won’t answer me! And I called like, ten times! Are you really that upset? Please call me back!”
My palm reached my face again.
Fuck. I forgot all about him…
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Oh god that was amazing anon!
the part with Feliciano randomly shooting made lol so hard~
thank you so much for filling it!♥
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I had a massive urge to take the gun out of my pants and shoot him on the spot for darkening our doorstep. :D!
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