Sylvester's Family Tales 21
Sylvester felt antsy as he walked home from school. The feline had had it on his mind ever since his friend mentioned it at lunch but never had tried. It was true, cats like him were stretchy, but would he be able to...? All he had to do was beat Tom and his parents home and he'd be free to do whatever he wants.
Arriving home, the cat called out to see who was there, but no response, so the house was empty. Quickly abandoning his bag, the 16 year old trotted to his room, stripping down as soon as he shut the door. If his parents found him he'd get in a lot of trouble, and Tom wouldn't let him hear the end of it, but he had to know: Could he suck himself off?
Sitting on his bed naked, the cat scooted around to face the wall. Then, lying on his back the cat stepped up the wall and placed his feet against the top bunk. His cock got closer and closer to his muzzle, until it was close enough that he could give it a tentative lick. When his tongue dragged against his cock head the cat shivered, then carefully took it into his muzzle.
Sylvester slowly and carefully bobbed on his cock, not even needing any effort to stretch this way. The cat teased his tailhole with his fingers as he sucked himself off, hoping to speed things up. Little did he know, his dad had just been taking a nap and was woken up by the sounds of his son moaning around his own length.
Pops carefully got up, recognizing the sounds that were coming from his sons' room and peeked in. Not believing what he was seeing, the older cat leaned against the wall outside the bedroom, his cock straining in his pants. He'd love to watch his son suck himself off like he used to do when he was that age, but today isn't the day for that. Pops slunk away from the room, but not before Tom spotted his dad spying on whatever was going on in his room.
Tom crept up to his room after Pops had left and peeked into the room too. He found his younger brother giving himself a blowjob. He sounded close too, judging by his moans. Tom took a deep breath and walked into the room. Sylvester uncurled and started to try to explain, but he only managed to stutter.
"T-tom! I'm sorry, just l-let me get dressed!" Cried Sylvester.
"No, no, Sylvester. Keep doing what you're doing. I was just coming to join you." Said Tom in a soothing voice.
"J-join me?" Asked Sylvester, surprised.
Tom leaned against the bed after taking off his pants and undies, his back against Sylvester's mattress. The cat maneuvered until his dick was right above his muzzle, then leaned his legs forward so his length slipped into his own muzzle. Sylvester watched his brother suck himself off with ease, then went back to doing it himself.
Sylvester, unaware that their father had just been watching them, went back to moaning as much as he pleased. Tom didn't want to alarm his younger brother, but stayed quiet so their dad wouldn't hear him moaning. In a few more minutes Sylvester's cock erupted into his muzzle. The 16 year old cat cat, surprised by the deluge, choked as his own semen dribbled out of his open mouth and onto his bed.
Watching his brother overflow his own muzzle with cum was too much for Tom, and the cat shot off into his mouth. This cat was more equipped for the torrent and carefully swallowed every gulp before unraveling and sitting on the floor next to his brother's bed. Not wanting to make his younger brother feel awkward, he had a deal.
"Okay, Syl. If we can do this a few more times together, we can never mention this to each other, ever again. That work for you?" Asked Tom, warily.
Sylvester had spoo all over his mouth, but nodded at his brother before getting dressed. Pops had found himself back to watching his sons self-suck, and quickly dispersed back to his bedroom to take care of his erection before his wife got home. Tom helped his brother clean up his mess and a week later the two teenaged cats acted like nothing had happened.