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Disclaimer

For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing,
all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.  The following
is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any
resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental,
etc., apply here.


Cocksucker, by Rob Morton (m/m, cons, inc)

Part One, Chapter 1

There's something to be said about having five brothers older than
you, among which are the things they can teach you.

Mom and Dad couldn't seem to get together on that
X-chromosome/Y-chromosome thing and, as a result, their unions
produced nothing but sons.  Certainly, this was something that made my
father really happy, having all these strapping lads to carry on the
family name and all that.  Mom, on the other hand, well, she wasn't
exactly pleased as punch - but that didn't stop her from lavishing
lots of love and affection on us.

We were born almost a year apart:  Todd Jr. (named after Dad, of
course), Bobby, Gerald, Mason, Vincent and, last but not least, me -
Eric.  As, as boys are want to do, we drove our parents insane at
times with our antics; once we were all out of the chute and
everything, it didn't take long for the cuts, scrapes, bruises, and
fights to get started.  Mom and Dad spent more than their fair share
of time breaking us apart and tending whatever wounds we inflicted on
each other and/or got playing football, etc.

But, as you might imagine, none of those things were the highlights of
the time we spent living together.  We had other activities, the type
that if either of our parents ever discovered, would have gotten us
all severely punished.

I remember being in bed one night when I was awakened by the sound of
someone moaning.  It took me a few seconds to get the cobwebs out of
my head and to get my eyes focused and when it all came together for
me, I could barely make out the sight of the covers on Bobby's bed
moving in an odd way.

I blinked a few more times and wiped the crusty junk out of my eyes,
enough to see that Bobby wasn't in his bed by himself!  What the hell
was going on here?  In the darkness, I could see my other brother,
Vincent (no one ever calls him Vince, Vin, or Vinnie), lying on top of
Bobby... was he fucking Bobby?  I had heard that there are guys who
like to have sex with other guys - but I never expected to see it
happening in my own bedroom!

As I continued to watch, the covers slipped off the bed, exposing the
two of them and allowing me to now see Vincent's ass rising and
falling and, yep, there was his dick, going in and out of Bobby's ass!
As far as I could see, Vincent's face was screwed up something fierce
as he concentrated on what he was doing; Bobby, for his part, had a
smile on his face.

"Mmmm, that feels good," Bobby whispered, humping his ass up as best
he could, meeting Vincent's downward thrusts.

"Shh!" Vincent hissed back.  "Keep quiet before you wake somebody up!"

My brothers fell silent, save for the gentle squeaking of Bobby's bed
and the slightly squishing sound of Vincent's dick sliding in and out
of Bobby's ass.

Suddenly, Vincent's movements went from being nice and smooth to
not-so-nice and jerky; his grunting got just a little louder and I
could see Bobby squirming a lot more under Vincent's weight.
Vincent's hips moved down twice really quick - then his whole body
went as stiff as a board for a long moment.

"Ah!  Ah!" Vincent gasped.  "Yes!"

"Feels good," Bobby said dreamily, leaving me to wonder what they both
were feeling.

After a few moments of lying still, Vincent got up, his dick making a
nasty slurping sound as he pulled it out of our brother's backside.
He sat back for a moment, looking at Bobby's ass as if he were
admiring his handiwork.

"My turn," Bobby said, turning onto his back.  In the dim light, I
could see his dick lying limply against his stomach.

"Okay," Vincent whispered as he settled down between Bobby's legs and
put his mouth on Bobby's dick.

"Oh, wow..." I said under my breath - but not loud enough to be heard
by my brothers.  I watched in wide-eyed fascination as Vincent sucked
Bobby's dick until it was good and hard; each time Vincent's head
moved down, Bobby's whole dick disappeared into his mouth.

Vincent kept it up for a few more seconds before he and Bobby changed
places.  My mouth flew open - thankfully, nothing came out of it - as
Vincent lay on his back, lifting his legs high in the air while Bobby
busied himself applying what looked like lotion or something to his
erection.

"Hurry up!" Vincent hissed, using his hands to hold his legs up.

"I'm ready!" Bobby hissed back, moving into position between Vincent's
legs.

I couldn't see what was happening for a moment because Vincent had
reached down and appeared to be guiding Bobby's dick where it had to
be.  Must have gotten it there, too, because Vincent's face screwed up
momentarily in what appeared to be pain while Bobby looked like he was
in heaven.

Once again, I was wondering what they were both feeling as I watched
Bobby fucking Vincent.  I even caught on to the fact that they did it
differently: Where Vincent was slow and deliberate, Bobby was running
along at high speed, each downward thrust of his hips jarred both
Vincent and the bed.

And it seemed to take longer for Vincent before his body went stiff
than it did for Bobby; he'd only been at it for a few seconds before
he imitated a board, grunting and gasping like he was starving for
air.

"Damn that was good!" Vincent said, sitting up and hugging Bobby
tightly.

"Yeah, it sure was," Bobby answered, still trying to catch his breath.

"Same time tomorrow night?" Vincent asked, slipping from the bed and
standing up; I could see something shiny running slowly down the
inside of his thigh.

"Sure, if you want to," Bobby said, getting under the covers.  "Good
night!"

"Same to you," Vincent replied, crossing the room and climbing into
his own bed.

What had I just seen?  Even better, why was my own dick harder than a
rock?  It wasn't that I didn't know about sex; hell, you couldn't be
around my oldest brother, Todd, and not learn about it.  Apparently,
there was much more to sex than what Todd was saying!

I rubbed my hand along the shaft of my dick, just as Gerald showed me
once; I knew that if I kept rubbing long enough, it would shoot some
of that white stuff out and... wait a minute!

It dawned on me (all late and wrong) that the reason why they were
both going stiff was because they were shooting sperm into each
other's behinds!  Duh!  I should have realized that...

I would have devoted more brain-power to the matter, but I was getting
that marvelous feeling in the pit of my stomach; my balls were getting
really tight and hard and soon I'd be...

Ah!  Oh, man, does that ever feel great!  It was all I could do not to
groan aloud as I ducked my head under the covers, straining my eyes to
see the white sticky stuff shooting out of the end of my dick, flowing
over my hand and onto my T-shirt.  All the while, the memory of what
I'd seen just a short while ago was burned into my mind and, as I
drifted off to sleep, I knew I had to find out for myself...


Part One, Chapter 2

Of course, it was hard as hell the next day sitting at the table with
the two of them.  Oh, they were all cool about it; had I not seen what
they had been doing with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have been able to
tell that anything had occurred between them by the way they were
acting.

Which, in a way, was kinda funny.  Neither of them had any idea that I
knew their little secret and I was doing my level best not to let them
know that I knew.  Eventually, they'd find out but, until I had a plan
to cut myself in on the action, I had to act as if I knew nothing.

Mom hustled us out of the house after breakfast, announcing rather
loudly that she had to clean the house and could do so better without
any of us around.  After scraping our plates and putting them in the
sink, Vincent, Bobby and me scrambled out the back door into the yard,
looking for something to get into while Todd, Gerald and Mason headed
for the basketball court.

"Hey, let's go hang out down by the creek!" Bobby suggested.

"Think anyone will be there this early?" I asked.  Beck's Creek was
more of a trickle than a legitimate creek - but the local kids loved
to hang out along its banks during the summer.

"Probably not," Vincent replied, swatting at a fat bumblebee buzzing
around his head.

"Aw, who cares about anyone else being there?" Bobby asked.  "I'm just
glad Mom didn't make us hang around and help her clean!"

"Me, too," I chipped in.  "So, what are we waiting for?"

Led by Bobby, we exited the gate and followed a well-worn path down to
the section of Beck's Creek that ran behind our house.  While the
other kids liked to hang out and swim - or other activities - they
rarely did so this far downstream.  If nothing else, we'd be
guaranteed our privacy.

As I walked behind my older brothers, I kept looking at them, noticing
how their usual loping gait was off a little.  And, I couldn't help
but notice how their behinds bounced and jiggled as they walked.
Instead of seeing two pairs of jean, all I could see in my mind was
naked flesh!  I blinked a few times to get the image out of my mind;
it wouldn't do for me to get caught staring at their asses!

Five minutes later, we arrived at "our" part of Beck's Creek,
immediately going to the water's edge, picking up some stones, and
skipping them across the surface.  We kept at it for a while, having
one of our usual contests when Bobby suddenly yawned.

"What's the matter with you?  Didn't get enough sleep last night?"
Vincent asked, skipping a stone clear across to the other side of the
creek.

"Nah, I guess not," Bobby replied before yawning again.  "I was pretty
restless."

"I'll say you were," I muttered under my breath.

"Did you say something, Eric?" Vincent asked me, his head snapping
around.

"Huh?  No, I didn't," I said hurriedly.

"Yes, you did," Vincent pressed.  "What did you say?"

"Nothing!  I didn't say nothing!" I countered, realizing that I just
put my foot all in the doo-doo.

"Bobby, grab his arm.  On the count of three, we toss him in, okay?"

"Fine by me," Bobby said with a grin.

"Hey!  Let go!" I protested - they both knew I couldn't swim, just as
we all knew Beck's Creek wasn't deep enough to get your knees wet.
But, when you couldn't swim, it may as well been the ocean!

"Tell me what you said and maybe you'll stay dry," Vincent said,
grinning evilly.

"But I didn't say anything!" I said weakly, as my brothers grabbed an
arm, dragging me to the edge of the water.

"On three," Vincent said.  "One, two..."

"Okay!  Okay!  I'll tell you what I said!"

"That's more like it," Bobby said, backing off.

"All I said was, 'I'll say you were.'  Honest, that all I said!"

"Yeah?  And just what did you mean by that?" Vincent asked, his eyes
narrowing as he glared at me.

"Nothing," I stammered, a feeling of dread beginning to come over me.

"Okay, in you go, then!" Vincent said, grabbing my arm again.

"I saw what you and Bobby were doing last night!" I yelped as they
dragged me back to the edge.  I knew that they'd probably beat me up
or something but, in truth, I'd prefer that to getting wet and maybe
drowning any day!

"Oh, shit..." Bobby groaned, a look of panic crossing his handsome
features.

"And what exactly did you think you saw?" Vincent asked quietly.

"I saw you two fucking," I answered, steeling myself for the punch I
figured would be coming.

"You know, I thought I heard something last night," Bobby said.

"Yeah, so did I," Vincent agreed without taking his eyes off me.

We must have stood there looking at each other for a couple of
minutes, minutes that felt more like hours to me since they were
spending more time looking at me than I did at them.  In fact, I was
beginning to feel like a bug under a microscope...

"You didn't tell anyone else, did you?" Vincent asked.

"No, I swear!" I replied, taking a step back.

"You'd better not!" Bobby warned.  "If you squeal..."

"Hey, I'm not trying to get beat up!" I exclaimed.  Maybe against one
of them, I'd have a chance... but against both of them?  Shit, I'd be
dog meat!

"That's really smart of you, Eric," Vincent said, his features
relaxing back to normal.  "Damned smart, if you ask me."

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, feeling my courage returning now
that I wasn't going to get pounded.

"What?" Bobby and Vincent said in unison.

"What does it feel like?"

"He wants to know what it feels like," Vincent said, looking at Bobby.
"Imagine that!"

"Do you really want to know, Eric?" Bobby asked.  "I mean, really?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, suddenly very unsure.

"Okay, but, ah, it's better if you find out first-hand instead of us
telling you, right Bobby?"

"For sure!" Bobby agreed.

"Um..." I started, realizing that I was now over my head

"Oh, no - you can't chicken out now!  You wanted to know, didn't you?"
Vincent asked, his hand going to his zipper.

"Yeah, but..." I said weakly.

"Okay, then - you're about to find out!"

"Now, Eric, we can do this the hard way or the easy way," Bobby said
gently, stepping a little closer to me."

"Do I have a choice?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, you've got choices," Bobby said, looking over at Vincent.  "You
can let us show you what it feels like without putting up a fuss or
you can put up a fuss and we beat you up and do it anyway."

Yeah, well, those were pretty good choices, weren't they?

"Besides, we were going to ask you to join in our fun sooner or later
so it may as well be sooner, huh?" Bobby finished.

"So, what do I do first?" I asked, deciding that the easy way was the
best way - but I was surprised that they had even considered asking me
to join them.  I'd have to find out more about that later...

"First, you suck our dicks," Vincent said, barely able to contain his
glee at my acceptance as he unzipped and pulled his limp noodle out of
his open fly.  "Mine first!"

"No way," Bobby said, pulling his cock out as well.  "I'm older than
both of you, so I'm going first.  Any arguments?"

"Nope," Vincent said, reading the look in Bobby's eyes.  "I can wait
my turn."

"Thought so," Bobby said with a smile.  He turned to me, his cock
hanging out of the opening in his pants.  Even though it wasn't hard,
it was clearly longer than mine; the head was also bigger and a little
darker than mine was.

I glanced over at Vincent to check out his hardware (excuse the pun)
and saw that his dick was already hard, the tip of it wet and shiny as
he squeezed it in his fist, making the veins stand out more than I
supposed they normally would.

"So, are you ready, Eric?" Bobby asked.

"I guess so," I replied, feeling my legs trembling and dealing with a
weird sensation running around in my stomach as Bobby cleared some
debris from the area he was standing in before letting his pants and
underwear fall to his ankles and lying down, patting a spot on the
ground next to his waist.

Well, I wanted to find out what it was like, didn't I?  I positioned
myself next to my older brother; once I was somewhat settled in, Bobby
held his cock upright with one hand, using his other hand to guide my
head downward.

"Just don't bite me," Bobby said as my lips inched closer to his rod.

"Okay..." I managed to say as the head of his cock slipped between my
lips.  For a brief moment, I felt the urge to toss my cookies as the
spongy knob of Bobby's glans gently scraped across my teeth, coming to
rest on the tip of my tongue.

"Ahh," Bobby sighed as my tongue automatically moved to avoid this
meaty invader, flicking against his knob lightly and delivering my
first taste of cock.

I'm not sure what it should have tasted like but it wasn't all that
bad, a slightly salty taste, mixed in with a tinge of the soap we all
used to wash with.  I took a deep breath and caught the scent of the
soap mixed with a rather - how can I say it? - earthy kind of smell.
Not strong and overpowering, like the way you smell after a hard game
of basketball, but something like that - only milder.

I closed my mouth around the head of his dick; this must have been the
right thing to do because Bobby sighed again and used both hands to
move my head up and down a little, giving me a hint of what I was
supposed to do.

Breathing was getting kinda interesting and I almost panicked as my
head began to bob up and down slowly; it took me a few seconds to
adjust to breathing only through my nose, drawing in the air in long,
slow draughts.

"Swirl your tongue around it, too," Bobby coached.

I complied, somehow managing to maintain my up and down motion.  As my
tongue ran across the very tip of Bobby's dick, I could taste
something a little salty on my tongue.  I swallowed - another neat
trick under my current circumstances - and the salty taste seemed to
glide easily down my throat, leaving a somewhat tangy, slick trail as
it passed into my gullet.

You know what I found out?  You tend to lose all track of time when
you have a dick in your mouth!  I'm not sure how long it really took -
maybe seconds, maybe minutes - but I managed to develop my own rhythm
and was really getting into what I was doing.  Bobby's cock grew long
and hard in my mouth, causing me to make a few adjustments in the
process.  As I sucked, I noticed that even though his prick was hard,
there was a silky smoothness to it as well.

"Man, he's really going for it," I heard Vincent saying.  "Fuck his
face, Bobby!"

At Vincent's request, Bobby began moving his hips, thrusting his dick
gently into my mouth.  At one point, it went a little deeper into my
throat and I gagged, the sound reminding me of one a frog would make.

"Nice, slow, easy breaths," Bobby instructed.  "The feeling will go
away."

I did as he told me and, damn, found he was right.  This little change
in my breathing allowed Bobby to fuck more of his cock into my mouth;
if I moved my tongue out of the way, flattening it against the floor
of my mouth, I found that I could get half of his penis in my mouth
before my gag reflex tried to take over.

Again, time didn't have much meaning as I blew my brother.  I could
taste more and more of that slick, salty substance in my mouth now as
Bobby fed me his dick, often changing the speed of his thrusts and the
position of his dick, too, sometimes only letting the head stay in my
mouth which, by the way, was really starting to get tired, my jaws
aching.

"Use your hand to jack me off while you're sucking," Bobby was saying,
his words and breathing coming out like he was having some major
problems.

I shifted my position on the ground, feeling my butt and hip on the
side I was laying on protest painfully, having been in that position
too long.  After making myself comfortable again (my butt had fallen
asleep), I wrapped my hand around Bobby's dick and began moving the
smooth skin along his very hard shaft, much in the same way I did when
I played with myself.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Bobby breathed, moving his hips so that he could
fuck both my mouth and my fist.

"Careful, Eric," Vincent's voice said in the darkness.  "He's about to
lose it!"

Darkness?  Oh, my eyes were closed... when had I closed them?  I
pushed the odd thought aside, concentrating on the task at hand
(again, no pun intended).  I was aware that my own breathing was
rougher and that I had managed to work up quite a sweat.  And, of
course, my own dick was so hard it hurt!

There were other sensations at work within me as well, and I was
having some difficulty trying to sort them all out.  I was very
excited... but very calm all at the same time.  I could feel my heart
pumping strongly in my chest as it kept up with the demands I was
putting on my body.  My pulse pounded in my ears, sounding very much
like a bass drum.

Just as I was really starting to wear down, I felt a change in Bobby's
dick - it began to get longer and thicker in my mouth.  At the same
time, I was aware of those tiny, jerky tremors running along the
entire length of his shaft; the salt level in my mouth increased...

"Oh, SHIT!" Bobby cried out as the first wad of sperm shot into my
mouth, catching me completely by surprise.

Suddenly, my mouth was filled with warm, gooey, salty-tasting sperm as
Bobby's dingus jerk and twitched in both my hand and mouth, each pulse
sending another thick jet of sperm into my mouth.  Finding my mouth
full, reflex took over and I swallowed, sending an ocean of sperm that
sliding down my throat and into my belly.  And, you know?  It didn't
taste bad at all!


Part One, Chapter 3

"Jesus," I heard Vincent saying as I let Bobby's dick fall from my
oral grasp, coughing like crazy.

"You okay?" Bobby wheezed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yeah, I think so," I struggled to say in between coughing fits.

"Sorry, Eric, I was going to let you know when I was going to cum, but
it happened so fast!" Bobby said apologetically.

"That's okay," I said, finally getting my lungs cleared and collecting
myself.  "Just give me another minute, okay?"

"Take your time, kid," Bobby said.  "Can you slide your pants down?"

"Sure," I said, fiddling with the fasteners until I felt the cool air
blowing on my crotch.

"My turn now," Vincent said, taking Bobby's place beside me while
Bobby moved into position, his head poised over my erection.

Just as my mouth closed over the thick knob of Vincent's tool, I felt
Bobby's mouth close around my dick, swallowing it right down to the
root!  I gasped at the sensation, which hit me like a jolt of
electricity.  Vincent took full advantage of the situation, ramming
his cock into my mouth until the knob lodged itself in the back of my
throat.

I gagged hard this time, the bile creeping up into my throat.  Through
some unconscious effort of will, I made my throat relax, which seemed
to make the gagging sensation disappear as Vincent continued to ream
my tonsils out with reckless abandon.

To be truthful, other than that one moment of terror, I hadn't really
noticed Vincent's energetic display of lusty affection - I was too
focused on what was happening between my own legs, where Bobby was
working some really powerful magic on my dick.

Man, it was really something!  Obviously, Bobby knew exactly what he
was doing, slurping and sucking on my cock with unabashed glee; his
hands were very busy as well, fondling my balls and working my shaft
up and down, sometimes squeezing hard, sometimes soft, but never the
same for long periods of time.

Meanwhile, Vincent was having the time of his life, thrusting his meat
into my throat (easily now), cursing and moaning openly.  He was
holding my head in place, fucking my mouth with quick, short stabs,
filling my mouth with a taste that wasn't quite as salty as Bobby's.
In fact, it flat out didn't taste the same - but wasn't bad at all.

"Gonna do it now," Vincent moaned just before his dick exploded in my
mouth.  His sperm wasn't quite as thick as Bobby's and kinda tasted
more like oatmeal than anything else.  He was really bringing it,
though, because I had to swallow his spunk in quick gulps to keep
myself from choking on it.

Bobby picked up his pace, slamming his mouth onto my swelling tool,
making my whole body tremble and shudder.  I knew I was about to cut
loose but this was a more intense feeling than any I'd experienced
before.  The world seemed to close in around me, blocking out all
sound except my own heavy breathing.  I was dimly aware that Vincent
was fucking his now-soft cock gently between my lips when somebody
dropped a house on me...

It's really hard for me to explain what I was feeling at the precise
moment I unloaded my seed into Bobby's mouth.  Intense doesn't quite
describe it - neither does mind-blowing.  It was a wonderfully warm,
delicious and quite overpowering feeling.  My whole body tingled as if
caught in a field of static electricity; beyond that, the only thing I
could really feel was my dick jerking and shooting a zillion gallons
of spunk into Bobby's incredibly warm, wet mouth.  Being the old pro
he was, Bobby swallowed every single drop of my load easily, moaning
his pleasure at the liquid treat I was filling his mouth with.

"Turn over on your stomach," I heard Bobby say through the buzzing in
my head.

Vincent helped me turn over, the grass beneath me cool and ticklish
against the heat emanating from my body.  I was still a little
disoriented from my most awesome orgasm when I felt Bobby's body cover
mine, his now-erect prick probing wetly between my ass cheeks.

"What...?" I managed to squeak just before the most incredible - yet
delicious - pain I'd ever felt ripped through my body.  My stomach
began to churn as the sharp spike of pain sank itself into my rectum
and, oh, God, I wanted to throw up so much it wasn't funny!  Bobby was
in my ass and, Jesus, it hurt so bad... but felt so good!

"You're in," Vincent was saying, holding my head in his lap and
stroking my sweat-slickened hair.

"Oh, yeah," Bobby grunted, his cock now buried halfway into my anus.
"Jeez, he's really tight!"

"Not for long," Vincent said.

Time and the rest of the world went away for me as I found myself
wrapped in a warm, fuzzy cocoon.  My world now consisted of only
Bobby's weight on my back and his cock in my bunghole.  I felt full,
you know, the way you feel after pigging out at Thanksgiving or
something.  I also felt like I had to take a really massive shit - but
I knew it was caused by my brother's prick being buried deep into my
backside.

"How're you doing, Eric?" Bobby asked as he gently fucked my ass.

"I'm okay," I sighed.  "It feels good."

"I'm glad you like it," Bobby said gently.  "Your ass feels so good
squeezing my dick!"

"Hmmm..." I sighed again, letting myself get lost in the wonderful
feeling.  Trapped beneath me, my dick was oozing sperm - I had cum
again, but this time, I wasn't hard at all!  Now, that's
interesting...

I felt Bobby's cock get longer and thicker in my butt, his movements
getter very erratic and I knew he was about to cum in my ass.  A few
seconds later, his body went really stiff and I could feel his sperm
flowing into my once-virgin ass, a kinda hot and nasty and wonderful
feeling.  A wave of pleasure rolled over me as my older brother
continued to empty his balls into me.


Part One, Chapter 4

By the time Vincent got done having his way with me, I felt so good -
and really terrible at the same time.  My jaws ached and, of course,
my ass really hurt something fierce, having just taken two good-sized
dicks up there.  My brothers had helped me to my feet and I could feel
their sperm pouring out of my ass hole.  I was also aware of that
peculiar, watery feeling you get in your stomach...

I suddenly dashed from where we had been standing, practically diving
behind a thick clump of bushes.  The watery feeling was worse now and
my stomach was beginning to cramp like you wouldn't believe.  I
squatted just as my bowels released, the air around immediately
turning foul... well, we won't get into that, okay?  Let's just say
that I felt a hell of a lot better a few minutes later...

"You okay, kid?" Vincent asked, hiding a smirk behind his hand.

"Yeah, I am now," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"It'll do that do you," Bobby said, his voice sincere.  "Eventually
you'll get used to it... that is, if you want to keep doing this with
us."  He peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside, heading for the
creek.

"Yeah, how about it, Eric?" Vincent asked, following Bobby's lead.

I didn't answer right away as I got completely undressed so I could
get in the water and clean myself up.  As I watched my brothers splash
their way into the cool waters of the creek, I took a few seconds to
inventory my thoughts about what had just happened.

Last night, I watch Bobby and Vincent having sex and found it
thrilling and very exciting; today, I had just finished having sex
with them, sucking both of their dicks and being fucked by both of
them.  I ate sperm, had my sperm eaten and, despite having to deal
with an instant case of the runs, I found the experience everything I
had hoped it to be - and then some.

"Yeah, count me in," I said, joining them in the water and feeling the
cool liquid refresh my aches.

"He's hooked," Vincent said with a grin.

Yeah, he was right...


Part One, Chapter 5

My whole week was full of fun as Vincent, Bobby and me took every
opportunity to fuck and suck each other silly.  Of course, we didn't
spend a lot of time fucking - that took more time than we'd have.  I
got my chance to fuck both Vincent and Bobby and, while I found the
experience exhilarating, it wasn't as much fun as sucking them or
being sucked and fucked by them.

I used my time with them wisely, honing my cocksucking skills and
learning other things, like sucking their balls and stabbing at their
assholes with my tongue.  That was different and I was thankful for
our good hygienic practices since rimming, as I learned it was called,
one of Vincent's and Bobby's favorite pastimes.

I was sitting in the room we all shared (it was really big) reading
when my oldest brother, Todd, came in from playing basketball.

"Dude!  What's up?" Todd said in greeting, rolling his ball across the
room as he stripped off his wet sweatshirt, revealing his slender,
muscular upper body.

"Not much, just reading," I said in reply.

"Where are the guys?" Todd asked, stepping out of his shorts and
revealing his long, thick cock, which dangled lazily between his legs,
framed by a rather hairy set of balls.

"Vincent and Bobby are with Mom; the others are down at the hardware
store with Dad," I replied, sneaking a peek over the edge of my book
to ogle my brother's goods, thankful that my face was partially
hidden, lest Todd see me drooling.

"Cool," Todd replied.  "So, dude, you, ah, wanna suck my dick?"

"What?" I replied, surprised by the sudden change in the conversation.

"Don't play dumb," Todd said, smiling as he took a few steps toward
me, his cock swinging nicely as he walked.  "You think I didn't know
what you and Vincent and Bobby have been up to lately?"

Oh, well, so much for us being discrete, huh?

"So, how about it?" Todd asked, standing directly in front of me; I
could smell the heady scent of his body, hot and sweaty and oh, so
enticing.

I put my bookmarker in place and laid the book to the side, focusing
my vision on Todd's impressive package.  Unlike Vincent, Bobby, and
me, Todd was uncircumsized and his prick looked like some sort of
sleeping worm all nestled in its cocoon of foreskin.  I could feel my
mouth starting to water in anticipation.

Slowly, I reached out and cupped Todd's balls in my hand, feeling
their warm weight and giving them a gentle squeeze while taking his
cock in my other hand, bringing it to my mouth.

"Ahhh," Todd sighed as I slipped his skin-covered knob into my mouth,
using my lips and tongue to peel back Todd's foreskin before sucking
gently on the now-exposed knob.

I wasted little time teasing Todd into complete hardness, his pricking
filling my mouth deliciously although he was big enough to make it a
little uncomfortable.  Ah, but hell, a little discomfort was worth it
as I sucked him into my throat as deeply as I could, eliciting another
sigh of satisfaction from him.

"Shit, dude, you're really good at this," Todd said, rocking back and
forth to fuck his man-meat into my hungry orifice.  "Better than some
of the girls I've had!"

Hearing this encouraged me greatly and I increased my efforts, sucking
harder on Todd's meat and drawing from him the crystal clear juice I'd
come to love.

"Whoa, slow down!" Todd cautioned as I picked up the pace even more,
using my fist to pump more of his juice into my mouth.  He tried
holding my head to slow me down, but I wasn't to be denied this
pleasure.

As was now the norm for me, the world closed in around me until the
only things in it was Todd's hardness and the sound of my heavy
breathing as I sucked my brother's deliciousness.  I could feel my own
prick throbbing hotly against my body, demanding some attention - but
I had other fish to fry...

It was only a matter of time before I felt Todd's cock shudder in my
mouth; his body wobbled for a moment before a hot load of semen poured
into my mouth, coating my taste buds with that delicious oatmeal taste
I'd come to love so much.

"Oh, fuck," Todd hissed, his body shivering as his balls continued to
empty themselves.  "SHIT!"

Even though Todd was beginning to soften in my mouth, I didn't stop
for one minute, continuing to run my wet, sticky mouth along the
length of his prick, teasing and poking his trembling meat with my
tongue and, oh, yeah, keeping him semi-erect.  I could feel his knees
buckling, so I used my hands to guide him onto the bed, keeping his
cock firmly in my mouth; once he was flat on his back, I went to work
on him again in earnest, sucking and licking everything I could get my
mouth on until his dick was hard and raging once again.

"Well, what do we have here?" came the sound of Gerald's voice from
somewhere behind me.  "A little action going on, eh?"

Even with my mouth full of hard prick, I managed to smile as I heard
Gerald's zipper come down.  I felt his hands on me, working at pulling
down the shorts I was wearing before assisting me onto the bed on my
knees, my bare backside delightfully exposed.

My smile got even wider as I felt the bed shift with Gerald's weight,
followed by the glorious feel of a spit-slickened cock knob being
shoved into my back hole.  Man, this was better than I had expected!
I was in heaven with one cock punishing my backside while the other
swabbed my throat...

Gerald exploded in my ass minutes later, coating my innards with his
spunk, grunting and moaning the whole time.  I spurted some, too,
sending a rush of horny pleasure through my whole body.  In front of
me, Todd was really fucking my mouth with gusto, so much that all I
could do was just hold my head still and let him have his fun.

The bed shifted again and I felt myself being lifted in the air for a
moment, followed by Gerald's mouth covering my erection.  I groaned
delightfully at the unexpected contact, the vibrations in my throat
giving Todd some pleasure as well.

The room was filled with hot, sucking sounds and the air was heavy
with a strong, male scent as we went about giving each other pleasure.
Somewhere along the line, I wound up in a 69 position with Gerald, his
hot cock filling my mouth even as Todd filled my rectum with his rock
hard prick.

Todd's entrance into my bowels was very painful, given his enormous
size and all and I had to take some of my concentration from sucking
Gerald to make the pain go away.  Eventually, I was able to dismiss
the pain and get back to concentrating on what was more important -
getting my brothers' loads in my mouth and ass!

Which they both delivered in grand style, I might add.  Gerald's spunk
had a slightly spicy taste, almost like Italian sausage (found out
later he had eaten one before Dad had dropped him off at home) and I
couldn't find the words to describe what it felt like to have Todd's
big boner pumping nut juice into my guts.

Later, while taking a shower to clean the sperm off me, I took a
moment to reflect on my recent good fortunes.  Seems like Todd and
Gerald had been having this kind of fun with themselves; in fact, Todd
was rather proud to inform me that he was the one who had initiated
Vincent and Bobby as well, with Mason being the only hold-out of the
bunch; seemed Mason wasn't inclined to have sex of any kind... his
loss, I suppose.

I really had to admit that the rest of my time spent with my brothers
at home was some of the best times I'd ever had.  We'd spend our
nights fucking and sucking each other, each of us knowing that if our
parents would walk in on us, we'd all be so much dog meat.  But, the
threat of getting caught only added to the experience, making it a lot
more exciting and fulfilling.

Of course, we'd wander off down to Beck's Creek for a little daytime
action, always careful to keep our eyes peeled for any of the
neighbors.  Once, while down at the creek sucking off Bobby, I heard
the unmistakable sounds of someone fucking.  Bobby heard it as well
and, after our curiosity got the better of us both, we tracked down
the sounds and found Kenny Mitchell laying the pipe to his sister,
Amanda!  We watched silently as fat Kenny pumped a surprising amount
of cock into his sister's cunt and, when he came, me and Bobby almost
gasped aloud at the amount of sperm that flowed out of Amanda's snatch
when Kenny pulled out, the white liquid pouring out the gaping hole
his prick had made in her body...

Ah, yes - those were some pretty good times... but they were about to
get better!


Part One, Chapter 6

One by one, my brothers left home, going out to seek their fortunes at
college, working, the military, leaving me alone with Mom and Dad.  I
was in my senior year of high school and was doing pretty good.  Hell,
I even had a girlfriend - Amanda Mitchell, if you can believe that.
We had a lot of fun together and, yeah, we fucked like rabbits
whenever we could.

Still, I longed for the feel of a nice, stiff one between my lips and
in my ass.  As you might suspect, I went through a period where I
questioned my sexuality, wondering if I were gay or something, a worry
I didn't have to put myself through after enjoying Amanda's cunt.

The big house seemed empty with all my brothers gone.  With Mom and
Dad working and doing their own thing and me finishing school, we
didn't see much of each other, except on the weekends.

I used to lie in my room at night and listen to them making love from
time to time.  I'd indulge myself during those rare times envisioning
my father's prick plunging in and out of my mother, wondering what it
would feel like having him in my mouth and ass, feeling him pumping
his hot sperm into me instead of "wasting" it in my mother's cooze.

Hell, I even hatched quite a few plots to seduce my father on those
occasions when my hunger for cock would get the best of me.  Nothing
ever came of those thoughts - I'd usually give Amanda a call and take
my frustrations out on her.  Just the same, I'd come away from making
love to her feeling somewhat empty or less satisfied than I'd like.

It wasn't that Amanda was a bad lay - good old Kenny taught her well.
It was a simple matter of me wanting another degree of satisfaction
other than what pussy could offer.

There were a lot of times I'd catch myself watching my Dad as he went
about whatever he happened to be doing at the moment.  For a man his
age, he wasn't in bad shape and I knew from my nights of eavesdropping
on his sessions with Mom that he could really lay some serious pipe,
just as I knew that he had some nice equipment hidden beneath his
trousers.

Once, he caught me "staring" at him, returning my look with an amused
one of his own.

"Something on your mind, son?" he asked, taking a seat in his favorite
chair.

"Nothing at all, Dad," I replied, hoping my face didn't reveal the
embarrassment I was feeling.

"Oh, I see," Dad replied, his eyes twinkling.  "With the way you were
looking at me, I thought you were about to say or ask me something."

Shit, as horny as I was for dick, what I wanted to ask him was to give
it up - but I also knew that given my father's attitude about such
things, he'd be more likely to punch my lights out than to consider
letting me suck his dong.

"Nope," I repeated, trying not to squirm under his gaze.  "When's Mom
coming back from Aunt Helen's?"

"Tomorrow afternoon," my father replied, his eyes still firmly fixed
on me.

"Oh, okay," I said weakly, feeling myself beginning to whither under
his gaze.

"Got any plans for this afternoon?" Dad asked casually.

"No, not really," I replied.  "Amanda's gone somewhere with her
parents, so I guess I'm on my own for a little while."

"Well, in that case, maybe the two of us can do something together,
you know, to pass the time?" my father said.

"That'd be cool," I said.  "Anything in particular in mind?"

"What do you like to do?" he asked.

"Hey, I'm pretty flexible - what do you feel like doing?" I said,
hoping my voice sounded cheery.

"Well, if your mother was here, I know what I'd be doing right about
now," my father said with a chuckle, waggling his eyebrows like some
old pervert.

"I'd probably be doing the same if Amanda was around," I said,
waggling my eyebrows in return.

"I have an idea," Dad said, getting up out of his chair.

"Really?  What?" I asked innocently.

"How about we go upstairs so you can give me a blowjob?" Dad said, his
smile widening.

I sat there unable to say a single word, my mouth hanging open.

"C'mon, Eric!" Dad admonished.  "What, you didn't think I knew about
what you and your brothers have been up to over the years?"

"Actually, no, I didn't," I said, finally finding my voice.

"Shit, boy, how do you think they got started doing it?" Dad laughed.

"You?" I exclaimed, shocked right down to my feet.

"Yep," Dad confirmed.  "Spent a lot of time with my dick in their
mouths and in their behinds."

"Can I ask why?"

"Seemed a good thing to do," Dad replied.  "Besides, I spent a lot of
time in bed with my own father."

"But what about Mom?"

"What about her?  Doing this didn't have anything to do with my
feelings for her - not in the least bit."

"Damn," I said quietly, trying to put the pieces together - and
failing miserably.

"So, how about it?  Want to show me what you've learned or what?"

"Why the hell not?" I answered, getting up and following my father
upstairs.


Part One, Chapter 7

My father stripped down the moment he entered the room and climbed
onto the spacious bed he shared with my mother, grinning at me as I
also undressed.

Once that was taken care of, I climbed into bed next to him, feasting
my eyes on his growing erection.  Like Todd, he was uncut and the
swelling bulb at the tip of his dick was already beginning to push the
covering foreskin away, precariously hanging along the well-defined
rim of his glans.

"Like it?" Dad asked watching my eyes flicking over his crotch.

I answered by lowering my mouth to his cock, letting my lips retract
his foreskin as I swallowed inch after gratifying inch of my father's
cock into my mouth.

"Bring it up here," Dad whispered as I began to suck him.

I complied, swinging around until I straddled his head, my cock
dangling over his mouth; a second later, I felt his lips on my tool as
he kissed it before taking me completely into his mouth.

I was lost in the very sinful, very exciting situation I'd found
myself in.  Not only did I have a chance to suck dick again, but I
would get a chance to taste the seed that gave me life...

The feel of my father's thick fingers penetrating my up-turned
backside broke my moment of introspection and inspired me to give him
the same good feelings he was giving me.  I parted his somewhat hairy
ass cheeks with my hands, letting one finger begin the process of
teasing his anus, which twitched and wrinkled at my touch, before
plunging a finger inside him as deep as I could get it.

Dad responded by fully planting his invading digit further into my ass
while gobbling my cock at a ferocious rate.  As one might expect, with
two guys sucking cock and tickling each other's prostate glands, it
didn't take long for us to explode into sweet ecstasy.

Dad came first, his pulsing cock spitting ropes of salty/sweet, sticky
sperm into my mouth, his hips furiously working his heaving prick in
and out of my mouth as fast as he could.  At almost the same time, I
unloaded my own seed, reveling in the numbing sensations as Dad turned
into a fleshy vacuum, sucking every drop of my seed into his belly.

I rolled off him to lie on my back, gasping for air and savoring the
lingering taste of his nut in my mouth.  Dad, on the other hand,
didn't pause for one minute, scrambling between my legs.  He lifted
them high and, using his talented tongue, swabbed by butt-hole with
saliva before positioning his reddened knob at my back entrance.  I
watched the look of feral concentration as he leaned into me, the head
of his dick passing through my sphincter easily, taking a great deal
of delight at the incredible pressure of his passing and the effects
it was having on me.

I wanted him to fuck me silly, to ream my ass out until I couldn't sit
down for a week!  Dad got fully into my bowels, resting a moment; he
was looking at me but I could tell by the glazed look in his eyes that
he wasn't seeing me at all... not that I could blame him.

After taking a deep breath, my father began fucking me in earnest with
long, deep strokes I could feel in the pit of my stomach.  I cried out
with the pleasure of it all, which on encouraged him to fuck me deeper
and faster, his balls slapping obscenely against my ass.

He was getting harder now, his fuck-stick filling my rectum,
stretching it nice and wide even as it tried to both trap him within
me and expel him at the same time.  Several seconds later, I felt the
full measure of his steel in my bottom as, grunting and cursing
lustily, my father pounded his prick into my ass.

Every so often, my cock, lying limp against my stomach, would twitch
and a weak stream of cum would trickle out; the hurricane of feelings
that accompanied such a meager output was a delight for me to be
tossed around in.

Bead of perspiration rolled off my father's face and dripped onto my
chest as his strokes began to lose rhythm, his cock thickening in my
bottom.  His eyes and mouth flew wide open and he rammed his meat up
to the hilt in me, his seed spilling into my bowels, all hot and
sinful and sticky.

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!" Dad cried out, pumping more sperm into my ass.
"Take it!  Take it!"

Shit, I didn't have anything to say in return.  I was in heaven as I
felt the tremors in my butt subside, my father's hosing-down of my
guts finished for the moment.

"Jeez, that was really fucking great," my father said huskily,
propping himself up on his arms and smiling down at me.

"Yes, it was," I agreed dreamily, feeling his spent seed seeping out
of the seal made between his rapidly shrinking cock and my overworked
ass hole.

"Would you like to fuck me now?" Dad asked, working his member into my
butt for a few seconds before withdrawing.

"No, that's okay," I said, feeling rather sated - and sleepy.  "Maybe
some other time."

After taking a few minutes to regain our composure, we climbed into
the shower together where, much to my delight, I got my ass reamed out
again after I bent over to pick up the soap.  After Dad released a
short load in me, he turned and bent over, exposing his hairy crack to
me.  I really didn't want to fuck him but I relented, stepping up to
the plate and inserting my soapy bat into his anal passage.

Dad grunted a lot as I fucked my dick into him; at one point, I
reached around our joined bodies and started jerking his cock into
hardness.  It took a bit of coordination on my part, but I was soon
pistoning his cock with my hand just as fast and smoothly as I was
fucking his sweet ass.

I came hard, damn near losing my balance in the slippery tub.  I held
on, though, and continued to pump my seed into my father's behind
while jerking him off to what I hoped was a most satisfying orgasm.

We spent the rest of the evening making love to each other, each of us
taking the full measure of the other.  By the time we picked up my
mother the following afternoon, I was so tired and so completely
satisfied that I couldn't see straight, let alone sit down
comfortably.

"From the looks of you two," Mom began, looking at the two of us.
"I'd say you had a good time hanging out together!"

"That's for sure," I replied, giving my father a knowing wink and
smile.  After collecting Mom's luggage, we headed for home.


Epilogue

Except for that one day and night, I never made love with my father
again.  I graduated from high school later in the year and started
working at the computer assembly plant, putting in a lot of hours.  It
was hard, grueling work but quite the necessary evil, since Amanda was
pregnant with my baby.  Against her parents wishes, we got married
and, using the money I was supposed to go to college with, we got a
little apartment just outside the city where we set up house.

I've long since told Amanda about the things I did with my brothers
and father, something I was sure she'd understand considering she
spent some time fucking her brother.  It was cool, more so because
after every telling of my experiences, Amanda would be so hot and
bothered we'd fuck for hours at a time!

Every now and again, one of my brothers will come by for a visit and,
of course, we'd get into it like we did in the old days.  But, that
wasn't very often and I still carry around the hunger to suck cock and
to have my ass reamed out by a nice, stiff one...

Oh!  Did I tell you Amanda is having a boy?


Finis

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