Movie Night

I spend a few minutes in my room, meditating and digesting my dinner, before leaving once more. Since they are planning a family movie night, I need to be in the living room first. Reaching my destination, I quietly lay down on the floor to wait.

I listen, for about a half an hour, to spirited conversation and ebullient laughter. I can hear dinner dishes being put away, dessert served, then dessert dishes put away. Then the sound of movement, chairs being pushed in, and more movement.

I lift my head, looking up to watch them enter the room, though none of them look at me. Most of them sit down, though Julia remains standing as she looks at the entertainment centre. “Okay, I have the disc. I'll put it in the DVD player, now.”

Whether she sees me or has been advised to ignore me, Julia walks straight toward me, stepping on my back with one foot. I look up at her, watching her on the other side, putting the DVD in. She doesn't hesitate to step on my ass a moment later.

I watch as she goes and takes a seat on the couch, as Mom sits on one of the armrests of Dad's loveseat. Enzo, Juno, and all three of their friends, occupy the wide, comfortable sectional sofa. When Dad lifts the remote, I push myself off the floor.

I crawl on my hands and knees to the sectional, positioning myself in front of Julia. I bring my mouth to her cock, quietly, and lick her tenderly, from her hilt to her crown. I don't bother to look up, now that I've seen her face, and I'll remember.

I focus on her beautiful cock, standing proud and pale, in the dimly lit gloom of the living room after sunset. Light pours in from the kitchen, and pours out of the television behind me, as I focus. The sound of the movie starting is all I'll hear, now.

For a few minutes, I focus on Julia, while one hand caresses and strokes Juno, sitting at her side. I resist the temptation to moan on her delicious, wonderful phallus, as I would were I so allowed. My lips deliver a trail of kisses slowly down her.

I draw my tongue up again, licking slow, and deciding that the kisses make too much noise. If I'm a distraction, I'll get in trouble. I lick lovingly, subserviently stroking her cock from hilt to helm, repeatedly, focusing all of my will on her meat.

Not that much of a difference from dinner, really, except now I'm not allowed to suck. Their intention is for me to lick it, to worship cocks throughout the film. I don't know if sucking would get me in trouble, but I don't opt to take that chance.

I time myself, in my head, worshipping Julia's thickness for five minutes before I shift to Juno. I wrap my fingers around Julia's cock, stroking her with one hand, and Enzo with the other. My lips brush a loving path down the length of Juno's.

I don't kiss, I simply brush my lips down her meat, then flex my tongue wide on her underside. I draw my tongue up, and remain utterly silent, in reverent service to the eighteen-year-old shaft in front of me. The centre of my life, right now.

Five minutes, I tell myself, and then I move to Enzo, slipping my fingers around Juno on one side, and Hiro on the other. Every ounce of my best attention devoted to him, my lips brush down his shaft, then my tongue slides up, worshipping.

Inhaling deeply, quietly, my lungs fill with the warm, aromatic musk of the cocks my little brother and little sister, and those of their friends. Unacknowledged on my knees, I focus my attention on Enzo's thick, beautiful cock as I lick him.

Then I move, as I must, shifting to stroking Enzo and Enrique, while licking Hiro. They have all been promised service. I cannot leave any of them unattended, though with seven cocks to move between, I can't stay with any one long enough.

None of them are going to reach release from this, unless they stroke themselves while they wait for my mouth to reach their meat. I am, absolutely, no more than a favour, an irrelevant appliance providing them with a most sensual service.

For five minutes, I worship Hiro's cock before moving to Enrique's, stroking Hiro while I do. Then I shift, turning to the loveseat, crawling to Mom. I rise up on my knees, standing taller on them, due to her position. I can't reach Dad's cock.

Sliding my hands behind my back, wrist over wrist at my sacrum, I start to lick Mom's cock. Brushing my lips down her, silent and smooth, I flex my tongue against as much of her as I can before sliding it back up the full length of her shaft.

Then it is Dad's turn, somewhere around a third of the way into the movie, I suppose. I focus my eyes on Dad's beautiful, monstrous phallus, as I kneel before him, my face coming to his lap. I press my lips to the crown, but I don't kiss his cock.

As much as I want to, and I desperately yearn to, it would be too loud, it would disrupt the film. I brush my lips down the length of one side of his cock, then flex my tongue wide once more. I lick up as much of his cock as my tongue can touch.

Quiet and submissive, I remain low, down out of view. A source of pleasurable attendance, as I move from Dad and back to Julia. I cycle through them three more times, until the movie enters the final phase. I'd guess less than thirty minutes left.

I cut my service time to four minutes on each, to ensure everyone receives about the same amount of attention. When I'm hearing the credits roll, my mouth has returned to Dad's cock. He places a foot on my chest, but he doesn't throw me off.

I take the message, withdrawing, as if pushed back, like a chair being slid out from the table. Keeping silent, with my head down, I listen as cocks are put away, zippers zipped and buttons clicked. They rise, returning to the foyer, and leaving me.