While Henry lazed in the afterglow of his first dry cum in a freshly minted 11 year old Devon, gently tugging and exposing his sensitive little glans, keeping the erection firm, outside, the 'real' Devon and his friends were finishing their foam dart war and picking up the carnage of soft foam bullets and heading home for lunch.
Devon made his way inside, past the laundry room and into the kitchen, flicking the ear of his 8 year old 'baby' brother Jeffy, just to tease him. The pudgy redhead sat at the kitchen table with his tablet, watching videos, and suddenly winced and grabbed his ear with his freckled hand, "OW! Hey, what gives??" Jeffy glared at Devon with his piercing blue eyes, trying to look as angry as an 8 year old could look. Devon glared back cockily, the pre-teen sticking his tongue out at the boy that looked nothing like him or his older brother. Deep down inside, Devon liked his baby brother, but was just passing down the bullying that Kurt had given him. It was a rite of passage in his eyes.
Bounding up the stairs two at a time, the sweaty boy's hair clung to his forehead, slowly drying. Devon decided that a shower was in order, and ducked into the bathroom. He and Jeffy shared an adjoining bathroom, each had their own entrance from their rooms, and there was a door from the hallway, where Devon entered. Turning on the water, Devon stripped his sweaty clothes off, leaving them exactly where they lay as the let the water warm. When the steam started to roll through the bathroom, Dev pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in, wetting his hair and adjusting the water temperature. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and lathered his brown hair, rinsing it and shaking his head like a wet dog and giggled to himself. He grabbed his washcloth off the rack and started to soap himself up, cleaning the mornings remnants of sweat off himself. Devon made sure to wash his private parts well, as he had experienced a minor infection a few years back due to poor hygiene. He gently pulled his foreskin back and let it run under the warm water, the shower spray tickling at the sensitive glans and chubbing him up. Devon had only recently discovered that the part between his legs was good for more than just peeing, and made sure to exercise it regularly. Gently slipping the skin back over the glans, he decided to finish the job in his room.
The 'real' Devon turned the water off and slid the shower curtain open, and grabbed his towel off the rack, patting himself dry before hanging the towel up. Dev opened the door to his room, only to find 'himself' on the bed, naked from the waist down, shorts haphazardly pulled at his knees and a stiffy in 'his' hand. Devon looked at the clone of himself on the bed and spoke up.
"Uh , hey..." The sudden intrusion and voice stunned Henry from his post orgasmic nap as he sat up, and the color drained from his face.
Devon panicked, and called the first thing he thought.
"JAAAA.." Before he could finish calling for Jake, Henry jumped out of bed and ran over to Devon, covering his mouth with his little hand.
"Shhhh, don't make any noise, I can explain, OK? Don't freak out!!" Henry said desperately. Dev's eyes, wide as saucers darted all over the naked clone in front of him, breathing loudly through his nose, trying not to panic at his own self, who was preventing help from coming. Not that Jake could have helped, since he was incapacitated with his injuries.
Henry looked at Devon and eased the pressure off his hand, but still covered the boy's mouth.
"Hey, I know this is crazy, but I'm Henry, your brother's friend, OK? I'm gonna take my hand off, but you gotta promise you wont scream, OK? I'm gonna explain everything...." Henry let the pressure off so Dev could breathe and talk.
"Y-y-you look like me....what are you doing in my room? And why are you naked?" Devon stood here, eyeing the naked boy in front of him. The shoes that Henry took were from last October, when Devon had just turned 11. So he was slightly shorter than the current Devon. Henry noticed the slight height difference as well as how he was a tad chubbier than the 'real' Devon in front of him.
Henry took a deep breath...."I uh, well, I got these socks," he said, looking down at his feet, "and uh, they'll turn you into anyone's shoes you try on. So I wanted to come over and see Jake, and um give him a surprise...." Henry blushed as Devon looked on with amazement.
Devon was trying to put the pieces together.
"So why are you in my room with a boner if you came to see Jake? Were you jacking off in my body, in my room??"
Henry blushed even redder, he wasn't sure if it was the fact that the body he was in had zero confidence or what, but he was completely embarrassed that he had been caught. He had been exposed. Everyone would know. He started to feel tears welling up in his eyes, feeling like he may get in trouble, the emotions were overcoming him like crazy.
The gears in Devon's mind were turning. He just realized that he had Henry over a barrel. The younger boy always wanted to be a part of the fun when Henry came to visit, but Jake would always exclude his younger brother from the fun. Now Devon had someone that would do ANYTHING he said to avoid being exposed. Devon could have his own twin to play with and he wouldn't have to share!
Devon smiled. He knew how the game was played. Jake had blackmailed him plenty of times before. Devon felt so much power and glee. He sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at the somber, younger, copy of himself, he asked "Hey so you like playing with me? Come on, you can play with me for real now...." This was Devon's chance to experience something he had only seen videos and photos of on the internet. And now, nobody would ever know! It was the best situation ever in his 11 year old mind.
Henry waddled over to the bed, shorts around his ankles, exposing a no longer erect penis, and stood in front of the 'real' Devon. "You're gonna suck it...." Devon demanded, not know what a 'blow job' was called. Henry's mind was a scramble of emotions. Terror, shame, and now being extorted by his best friends little brother. The thought of it terrified him but at the same made him surge back to full hardness as he sunk to his knees.
Henry looked at the equipment before him. Copying what he had seen online, Devon put his hands in Henry's hair, pushing his 'twin' closer to his 3-3/4" inch hard on. Henry reached out with his chubby hand and grasped the penis, gently stroking and exposing the head of the penis. Henry felt it in his hands. Devon's penis was clearly larger, not by much, but he realized that the shoes he wore were from almost a year ago. And young Devon had grown a bit. The foreskin slid back easier, clearly Devon had been practicing regularly. Leaning forward, Henry took the member into his mouth, bobbing at it gently. The organ filling his mouth was like the best thing he ever tasted. The familiar musk that had hypnotized him earlier was right in his face now, and only made him eager for more.
Devon, amazed that he was getting a blow job from his younger self was trying to keep his eyes open to see the sight below him. He moaned and curled his toes at the sensation. Clearly Henry knew what he was doing. Devon felt like he had hit the jackpot, and wondered if he could 'keep' Henry forever as his personal slave. Devon's youthful enthusiasm and Henry's ministrations made those thoughts quickly disappear, as the orgasm started to wash over him. Henry felt the desperation in Devon above him, as he bobbed up and down quicker, using his pink tongue to tease the frenulum. Henry suddenly realized that at some point he had reached down and was playing with himself again, and feeling himself on the edge. Devon was whimpering and muttering gibberish as the climax washed over him, raising his hips off the bed and jamming into the back of Henry's throat. As Devon humped and stabbed the back of Henry's throat , Henry tasted a few drops of something come out, and swallowed obediently. He almost felt a twang of jealousy that the real Dev could cum already.
Devon, panting and feeling hypersensitive, pulled Henry off and fell back on his bed, amazed and sated, looking at his slightly younger self jacking off on the floor. Henry, forgetting he was younger, got up on his knees to finish himself, thinking that he would make his mess on Devon. As Henry felt the ramp up of climax approach him, he readied himself, as the familiar rush and tingling rose like earlier. Except unlike Devon, Henry had nothing yet. He desperately pumped, and felt the contractions, but they were firing blanks. Each frustrated and impotent, empty click reminded Henry that Devon was far superior than him in maturity now, even if only by a few months. Devon watched 'himself' finish off his session and grinned as he realized that he was more 'of a man' than Henry was, even if the bodies were less than a year apart. Henry collapsed on his knees, erection still in hand as he gently cradled it, cheeks red with exertion and still feeling like he could go again if he wanted.
Devon on the other hand was basking in his afterglow, started thinking back to the possibilities that laid before him.
"Do those work on anyone?" Devon asked, jerking Henry out of his post orgasmic haze.
Henry nodded silently, looking at Devon, completely forgetting that HE was the one in a pickle, but just too blissful to care right now.
Devon smiled and ....