My father was pissed off at my eleven year old brother for not completing his chores one afternoon and I knew he was going to spank my 11 year old brother ass so hard he would never forget it. After supper my dad said Zach get up to your room and he motioned to me to go with him also. "Get him ready for a whooping," he said. So I followed my brother up the stairs to his room and told him what father had told me. He told me to go ahead so I did. First I removed his shirt and while I was doing that he undid his pants. I grabbed on to the top of his jeans and yanked them down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He was standing there only in his socks and tight underwear. You could see the outline of his small _c_o_c_k_ straining to get out, so I slipped my fingers under the elastic waistband and started to slide the down when his rock hard _c_o_c_k_ sprung up and was standing at full attention. I told him that he better get rid of that or dad might think he is enjoying it. He grabbed the foreskin and pulled it back revealing his small purple head. "The only way I can get rid of it is if you suck it," he said with a smile. Since I loved my brother, I did just that. I got down on my knees and and grabbed his young, hairless, virgin _c_o_c_k_ at the base and started to pump it with my fist. Up and down his full three inch _c_o_c_k_ and then I took just the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. I heard him gasp with pleasure so I kept going. I took his full _c_o_c_k_ all the way to the base and bobbed my head up and down. As I did this I tightened my lips and he started to groan, I knew he was coming to a climax so I kept going and I felt his _c_o_c_k_ grow and he let out a long sigh. I took his dink out of my mouth and just as we were both watching it go limp, my father walked in and told him that he wasn't really as mad as he sounded and he would give him until the next day to finish his chores. When my dad left I asked my brother if it it felt good and he nodded his head with approval. He asked if I wanted to feel what he went through and with promises that neither of us would tell anybody he did just that, but that is another story.