Prankcon
Chapter One: "The Convention Begins"
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A light groan was heard from the single bed as the occupant inside of it, with Herman pulling the sheets further over himself and rolling over to shield his eyes. Hating the way the morning light was flooding into their bedroom and interrupting the peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of pranking unsuspecting fools and cute young boys who bowed to his pranking skills. Often doing more once they were bowing down to show how great of a prankster they were. With the occupant of the bed, feeling himself grinding against the mattress of their single bed as he enjoyed the dream.
When the young teenage boy's thoughts began to die and he drifted into awakeness, Herman groaned once more.
"Why does it always end before I get to the good parts…"
He had never been able to finish his dreams properly before the boy's mouth had closed on his hardened, awaiting member; the boy ready to pleasure his pranking god. Through at least his dream had been nice enough to allow him to enjoy Bailey in his dreams, by allowing her to strip naked before it ended on him. Something he had realised that he would never get to enjoy in real life. She had made it extremely clear to him that she didn't see him as anything more than a friend and a little brother type.
Herman considered closing his eyes and wrapping his hand around the aching in his pyjama bottoms, with the prankster finding himself rubbing the bulge and biting his lip. In the state of half-sleep, his thoughts drifted back to the dreams already fleeting memory.
"Mm…" The dark-haired boy moaned lightly as a hand slipped into his boxers.
"HERMAN!"
The hand pulled out in a heartbeat, with Herman's own heart almost jumping out of his throat. His breathing was fast and low, with the prankster's eyes glued to the still shut door and wide with panic. He didn't respond, with the younger boy hoping that the voice would believe that he was asleep.
"Dude, I know you're up! Get out of bed, lazy ass." Chance's voice muttered from behind the door. Herman attempted to make a snoring noise, hoping to confuse his older brother. "Get your hands out of your boxers, Herman."
Herman could only groan from the continued sound of his older brother's voice. While he and Chance got along better then most sets of brothers; Chance definitely annoyed him a lot. Despite the annoyance, Herman found himself remembering numerous good things that his brother had done for him, including teaching him how to handle his 'dreams', along with what the dreams actually meant.
"They aren't IN MY PANTS…" Herman protested, finally admitting to being awake.
"Stop groping yourself then, we have things to do that don't involve little Herman getting a 'beating'."
"Ugh, stop talking, Chance," Herman muttered, rubbing his tired eyes and wanting to go back to bed.
"Oh why, am I killing your mood little brother?" Chance smirked. "Can't stroke one out with your bro talking to you?"
Herman groaned, with the boy getting up and kicking off his sheets. "Yeah, actually! Stop being a jerk!"
"Not a chance." Chance smirked. "Now why don't you stop being a jerker… before I get mom to come see her little boy…"
"I'm UP! Go away!" Herman couldn't think of anything worse than their mother seeing him doing such things. "Why are you even getting me up? It's a Saturday, man…"
"Well wanker, it's PRANK-CON! Or did you forget when all the blood ran to your tiny head?"
Herman muttered the word over and over, with the younger boy slowly waking up. "Prank-con… OH MY GOD! I FORGOT! How did I forget Prank-con? Why did you JUST wake me up?"
"Because little brother… us big brothers have 'things' that we need to do first." Chance replied, with Herman able to almost HEAR the smirk on his brother's face.
"It's almost nine! I've still gotta shower, Chance!"
"Well, it's not really like you have a lot to wash dude…" Chance replied, rolling his eyes slightly. "Or just throw on some deodorant, like a normal boy… or perfume for a girl like you."
"Stop being a jerk! You're gonna end up wetting your bed again ON CAMERA if you keep this up." Herman warned.
The teenager remembered the first time Chance had woken up wet like that, his hand still in the bowl of water. With the younger boy laughing like a madman as the whole world saw Chance wetting the bed like a baby. Chance had ended up convincing him to dress up like a baby for the next prank episode, something that had definitely not been his best moment in the series.
"You wish, you know you can't prank a pranking king like me little brother…" Chance responded, choosing to ignore the last and ONLY time that Herman had ever gotten him. "I am always one step ahead of you, young grasshopper"
The loud groan and cry of frustration had chance smirking, before walking off laughing loudly.
Now knowing that he wasn't going to get any relief from his dreams and the effect that it had caused inside of his boxers, Herman threw his covers back and sighed at his heavily tented boxers. The teen grabbed his robe and pulled it over of his tenting boxers and singlet, before sleepily heading for the bathroom, running his hand against his eyes tiredly.
"Maybe the shower's gonna have some luck… Unless Chance used up the conditioner…" He muttered and ran a hand through his messy bed hair.
Herman wasn't quite sure why he had ran his hand through his hair, as he planned for the liquid to go somewhere quite different. However he did release a groan at how much time it was going to take to get his bed-hair tidy again. Remembering the time that he had walked in on his older brother in the shower, using the conditioner to deal with his 'issue', Herman felt his face heating up. Trying to ignore the thought of Chance in the shower, jerking it, the young boy began undoing it robe and letting it drop down onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. He shivered slightly as he grabbed onto the bottom of his singlet and eased it off, leaving him just in his slightly tented cotton boxers. He didn't waste anytime and fingered the waistband of his boxers and eased them down his thin legs, and reveal his small semi-hard cock and leave himself completely naked.
"Holy f-, it's cold in here…" Herman muttering, shiving from the coldness of the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, Herman waited for the spray to warm up before the semi-hardened naked boy step inside. The warm water stung his cool skin, with the boy almost moaning from the feeling of the warmth. As steam coated the glass walls of the shower and his hands worked his slick body, tendrils of stead wrapped around his slight form and almost made him giggle as it appeared to wrap around his now fully erect length.
"Mmm, this is ALL I needed…" He moaned lightly, with his hand moving downwards in order to grasp his cock. As the boy's hand wrapped around his needy length, which twitched inside of his hand.
Herman tried the conditioner, finding the bottle to be weightless and still coated in his older brother's cum.
"Ew! Duuude!" He groaned, dropping the bottle. It wasn't long into his shower jerk that he was once more interrupted by a certain brother knocking loudly on the door.
"Oh don't you 'Ew' me, little brother… Dad says to hurry up or you're not getting any breakfast before we head off." Chance's voice was sly, with the older boy knowing full well what was happening in the shower. "And stop jerking off in the shower, little man. The WHOLE HOUSE can hear you moaning like a bitch."
While they had dealt with their issues together before, Herman groaned at the sound of his brother's voice. Something that was quickly becoming a major turn off for him.
"Chance… go away..." Herman groaned.
"What! i'm just trying to protect my little brother from jerkin' it where every member of the family has been butt naked… including GRANDMA!." Chance smirked.
"UGH! I hate you so much!"
"Good boy, now HURRY UP!" Chance laughed, leaving the boy to finish up in the now ruined shower.
Herman's cock was soft and wouldn't be rising for sometime now that the thought was staining his mind. Shuddering, he stepped out of the shower and quickly dried up. Herman made sure to admire his slim body in the mirror before redressing, not caring whether or not the clothes were dirty. The boy couldn't resist poking the little alien face on his jacket before leaving the room and having to listen to his brother's obnoxious voice calling out for him AGAIN.
"HERMAN! WE ARE LEAVING NOW!" Chance screamed from the living room.
Knowing that his brother would come barging in if he didn't respond, Herman screamed back his answer: "Ugh, I'm COMING, CHANCE!"
Herman found himself wishing that he had enough time to actually do that before they left. Knowing that he didn't, he reached in and adjusted himself before heading out of his room and downstairs to join his father and brother. He scrunched his face up at the smug look on Chance's face, a look that told the younger brother that Chance knew about his adjustment. As the smug look turned into a wink and a smirk, Herman found himself knowing that Chance would have been smart enough to actually do anything before he even got up to shower.
Something he needed to remember to do that next time.
"You SO weren't coming, little Herman…" Chance teased, punching his little brother. Chance however hadn't realised his father had heard until he was slapped on the back of the head. "OW!"
"NEITHER of you brats should be doing that…" The man only snorted at the attempted looks of innocent on his son's faces as the trio walked out the door. He flicked them both when they gave each other a shove. He could only mutter one thing: "Kids… Never have 'em. They aren't worth the smells..."
Herman and Chance could only blush from the hint.
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At the Convention Hall, the eyes of the brothers widened in joy and awe as they pushed through the double doors of the Prank Con, and got their first view of the massive convention. Herman found himself stopping and simply taking it in, unable to move from his sheer excitement. His grin could almost be heard by everyone around him, with the younger boys face refusing to be anything but excited.
"This is so AWESOME!" Herman exclaimed, as he watched pranks going off all over the large room.
He wanted to try everything.
"Y-yeah right… These dorks are all amatures, Herman." Chance bluffed, with the older brother trying not to be caught staring at all the new prank techniques and gadgets.
Herman groaned slightly: "You're just jealous that they didn't think Walk the Prank was big enough to have a signing autographs booth. Even if you and Dusty only wanted one in order to turn it into a kissing booth..."
"Bro," Chance sighed, "One day you will come to understand just how important a fake kissing booth really is."
Herman snorted.
"I would only want to kiss Bailey anyway!" He protested. With Herman swearing that he could hear his friend's groan despite her not being there.
"You're such a dork…"
Chance could only roll his eyes at his younger brother's obvious crush on there only female friend. Even if he wasn't really any difference since him and Bailey had some experiences together including a few games of 'you show, I show', where they had shown and explored each other's private parts. Chance blushed slightly and wondered how Herman would react if he knew that Bailey had once jerked his cock to completion and had made him shoot his load.
"Am not!" Herman blushed, with the boy knowing that he could be the coolest of the team since he was both able to dance and had done martial arts for a few years while Chance did nothing.
"Prove it." Chance grinned, "Pull of the BIGGEST prank today."
"How?"
Chance thought for a moment, or at least faked the look of it. "Without us. Prank fifty people, and you have to start with… That guy!"
The older boy pointed out a group of seemingly brothers, with the eldest being pulled along by the other two.
"Aren't you going to help?"
"Only a DORK needs help, dorkus…" Chance teased.
Herman matched his brother's grin, "Explains why you need help pranking ANYONE!"
"At least I don't need help from my stuff tiger to get through a thunderstorm like you loser." Chance teased, leaning in close to his little brother's now-blushing face. "So go prank fifty people, or admit you're the BIGGEST DORK. On camera…"
"What do I GET if I do it?" Herman replied.
Chance shrugged, "Me saying that you're not a dork?"
"Lame…"
"Well then what does the dork want?" The older boy groaned, "It's not like you're gonna win, so ask for ANYTHING you want, bro."
Wanting to see how far he could go, Herman went with something he thought Chance would reject. He had to lean in close to Chance's ear to make sure their friends didn't hear what he was going to set the prize as. He could almost hear the look of slight regret on his big brother's face as he hissed the words: "If i do it, you have to suck me off… do we have a deal big brother?"
"F-Fine! But y-you won't win!" Chance attempted, finding himself wanting to revoke the challenge. He didn't even care if it meant not calling Herman a dork, at least for a day. "C-come on, guys… Let's go while this dork fails to win."
As his friends moved on, snickering and wondering what Herman was going to get if he won, the prankster went searching for his first target. Something he found when he noticed a trio of brothers. Unable to stop himself, he watched in amusement on as the older boy sighed in annoyance as his little brother's once again began pulling on either side of his arms to get his attention. Even from that distance, Hermna could clearly hear the younger boys' whining and complaining as they dragged along their big brother.
"ETHAN! I WANT TO GO LOOK AT THE FAKE VOMIT!" Lewie exclaimed, grabbing onto Ethan's arm and trying to lead him towards the stall.
"BUT LEWIE, I WANT A CORNDOG. Please Ethan! Gimme some money!" Beast cried, tugging at his brother's sleeve and trying his best 'puppy dog' face as a bribe. It had been working all day, until they had made Ethan spend all of his cash on them for toys with the teen currently carrying numerous showbags full of their new pranking toys.
"LEWIE! BEAST! Calm down!" Ethan groaned. With the older boy forcing his arm away from both of the twins and rubbing them, due to the slight pain.
Herman giggled, seeing the long-haired of the boys pout and plant his feet down.
"I WANT… A CORNDOG!" The boy's voice was almost loud enough to shatter glass, easily drawing the eyes of everyone in the area. Beast showed no signs of shame; still red-faced and on the brink of tears. His little fists were balled up as he bit down hard on his lip, with Ethan matching the glare. It wasn't long before he gave out, losing the staring match before stomping on the ground like a toddler and demanding that the older boy buy him a corndog.
Herman found himself blushing when the idea of giving the very cute looking boy, apparently named Beast a 'corndog' came to mind, with the boy having to readjust from the thoughts.
"SHUT UP! You want a corndog? Go find mom and get her to waste money on you!" Ethan growled, pulling out his empty pockets.
"B-But she said that I couldn't leave you!" Beast whined.
Ethan rolled his eyes, "Well she didn't say that I can't leave YOU."
Moving from his 'hiding spot', despite not actually hiding from anyone just yet, Herman made his way to one of the stalls and brought the first thing he could find that looked like food. That turned out to be a donut rigged with a harmless stink bomb. The young prankster couldn't help but grin as he pictured the older sibling's reaction to biting into something so foul.
"I'll take two." He knew that Chance couldn't resist a donut.
"Sure kid…"
"Thanks…" Herman smirked evilly after paying, with his prank donuts being placed into a box before bagged and handed over to him.
Ethan was sitting arms-crossed at a table, with the teen glaring at the twins as they ran around the stalls and looked at everything with awe and mischievous thoughts. He hardly noticed the dark-haired boy approach him, or the camera set up in the bushes just behind them.