Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2004 15:27:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: My First Car - Part 2

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My First Car - Part 2

My body was exhausted by the time Justin and I pulled into
the driveway for the second time that night, but my mind was
racing after the mind-blowing experience my brother and I
had just had. I raised my hands discreetly to my nose and I
could definitely still smell the strong intoxicating aroma
of pussy, cock, sex and cum.

After we had dropped Amanda off at her house, Justin had
been uncharacteristically quiet. Perhaps he was regretting
what had happened. Or maybe he was just reveling in the post-
orgasmic happy place.

Justin killed Sally's headlights and the motor, letting her
drift quietly into my parking space in the driveway. As
opened the door to get out of the car, Justin spoke.

"So, what'd ya think about all that?" Justin asked, grinning
from ear to ear. The smile gave him away; I could tell he
had no regrets.

"Whew! That was some of the hottest sex I've ever had," I
exclaimed. "It was awesome, man."

"So you had no problems with sucking dick?"

"None at all," I said pretty proudly. "Apparently you didn't
either."

"Fuck no!" Justin said. "Pussy's great and all, but only a
guy knows how to make another guy feel good. Know what I
mean?"

"Well, I didn't until tonight," I said, admitting to losing
my cocksucking virginity.

"Well, you did all right, little bro," Justin complimented
me. "Considering it was your first time and all. I'd never
done it either until I got to college."

Suddenly, I was fascinated. I had never imagined that my big
brother to be a cocksucker. Sure, I wanted him to be, but
this was too good to be true. Imagining my brother on his
knees before some college stud was causing my dick to
inflate again.

"Who was it? Where? How did it happen? Was it." I rattled
off questions before Justin laughed and suggested we go
inside.

In the kitchen, we saw evidence of Dad's night at home - an
empty wine bottle, a wine glass, and wet towel dropped just
in front of the door leading on to the deck. I laughed to
myself at the thought of Dad lounging in the hot tub,
getting drunk by himself, and then stumbling up the stairs
to fall into bed.

Sure enough, as we quietly climbed the stairs, we could hear
Dad's deep rumbling snore. He was passed out. I peeked into
his room and saw him sprawled out, bare-assed on top of the
comforter. The streetlights outside illuminated the room
just enough to see his muscled back rise and fall with each
snore, the twin mounds of flesh densely covered with fine
black hair. In the shadows between his thick thighs, I
thought about what might be there and try as I might, I
couldn't see anything.

Dad and our mother divorced when I was just a toddler.
Apparently it was a pretty friendly separation. From what
Dad had said, Mom just needed some time to "re-discover"
herself, so he agreed to keep custody of Justin and I, while
she went out West to do some soul-searching. Dad says she's
living in a "community," whatever that means. I think she
calls Dad once a month or so. She calls or sends a card with
some money on our birthdays. She sends a gift at Christmas;
it always looks like something she's made out of yarn and
beads. But it's cool. She's visited once or twice in the ten
or so years since she's been gone, and Dad always speaks
fondly of her - always something about how he admires her
free spirit.

Strangely though, Dad has never given a second thought to
dating. He gets up, goes to work, works out, comes home to
make dinner, and then relaxes at home. On the weekend, he
hangs out with his buddies down at some bar or tinkers with
something around the house. He seems to be a pretty content
guy.

Justin grabbed me by the arm and hissed in my ear.

"Give it up. I know what you're thinking and you'll never
get your lips on Dad's dick," he teased and disappeared into
the darkness of our room, and I followed him. But not
admitting that he had read my mind.

In the room, Justin had settled in on the floor, leaning
back against the bed. He had flipped the stereo on and the
only light in the room was a couple of candles on the
dresser. It seemed a little odd but not really, considering
how the evening had taken shape. I closed the bedroom door
and saw Justin rolling a joint.

"What are you doing?" I asked, semi-shocked.

"It's just a little joint, dumbass," he said. "It ain't no
big deal."

I didn't think it was, either. It was just one more thing I
didn't know about Justin, but it was all good.

"Ain't you ever smoked pot before?" he asked.

"No," I said, a little embarrassed that I was being
introduced to two new vices in the same night.

"You'll like it. Get comfortable." Justin rose and stripped
down to his boxers. I followed his lead, however, I didn't
bother to wear underwear tonight so I figured it was okay to
just get naked.

"Well, all right, Jess," Justin said. "Let it all hang out."

I settled down in the floor next to Justin and waited for
him to light it. His hairy legs fell open and brushed
against mine. He brought the joint to his lips and a lighter
flickered to life in front of his face. The room slowly
filled with the sweet-smelling smoke, and he passed it to
me.

Before inhaling, I watched Justin hold the smoke in his
lungs. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against
the mattress. He exhaled, blowing smoke into the room. I
lifted the joint to my lips and sucked hard, pulling the
smoke into my mouth and lungs. I held it as he began to
speak.

"So you wanna know about the first time I sucked dick? Well,
it was probably the first week or two after I started
college. My roommate wound up being a pretty cool guy. He's
from Birmingham. It was a Friday night and we'd gone to a
frat party. Lots of girls. Lots of beer. Everything I
thought college would be. We talked to a lot of girls that
night, hoping to get lucky but they were all too scared I
guess since it was the first weeks of school. So we left the
party empty-handed and stumbled back to our dorm room."

"So we get back to the room and get ready to pass out in
bed, but he pulls out a bag of pot and asks me if I smoke. I
hadn't, you know that, but I figured I'd give it a try. So
he and I do what we're doing right now. We stripped down to
our boxers and sat down in the floor. After two or three
tokes, I started feeling this rush to my head and my dick
too. It was getting hard and it came up out of the fly of my
boxers. We both kind of looked at it and started laughing
like it was the funniest thing we'd ever seen. I was a
little bit embarrassed but not enough to put it away, you
know. So here comes his. And he starts talking like our
dicks are having this conversation about how lonely they are
and how they wish they had some pussy. It was so fucking
funny! I bet we laughed and cut up for half an hour."

"He got up to go piss, and we've got these old dorms with
communal bathrooms. So he goes down the hall, dick still
poking out of his boxers. He's gone for a few minutes. While
he's gone, I just kinda laid my head back against the bed
and enjoyed the buzz."

"I noticed that there was something in the room so I look up
and he's standing right in front of me, that goddamn dick of
his still sticking out of his boxers. I crack up again and
he says, `He's still lonely. Can you help him?' The next
thing I know I just open my mouth and he puts it in. He
starts sliding it in and out, and I'm really getting into
it. I've had my dick sucked enough by chicks to know what I
should be doing and he's getting into it too, moaning and
shit. He's got a pretty good-sized dick but it wasn't
nothing I couldn't handle. His hands are rubbing all over my
head, and all of a sudden, he stops and pulls it out."

Justin paused like that was the end of the story.

"That's it? That's all there was?" I asked, taking another
draw off the joint and passing it back to him. I was
starting to feel the buzz, and so was my dick.

"Well, that wasn't it," Justin shrugged, "but if you want to
know how the story ends, you gotta stand up."

Of course I wanted to know how the story ended, so I
followed Justin's instructions. My dick was at Justin's eye
level. He reached out and slid my boxers down, freeing my
hardening cock. He took it in his hand and resumed his
story.

"So here I was sucking Matt's cock, like this." Justin
engulfed my cock, sliding it all the way until it reached
the back of his throat. I grabbed his head like Matt had
been doing in the story, and face fucked him for a few
minutes. I pulled almost all the way out and went back in.
It was so fucking hot watching my shaft dip in and out of my
brother's mouth. I pulled all the way out and a thin strand
of spit bridged the gap between cockhead and tongue.

"So then what?" I asked.

"He turned around and stuck his ass in my face. I didn't
know what to do at first but when he pulled his cheeks
apart, I figured it out."

I figured I could play along. I turned around and bent at
the waist, pushing my ass into Justin's face. He was so
close I could feel his hot breath stirring the fine hairs on
my butt. I reached behind and pulled my cheeks apart. Justin
stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively at my tender
butthole.

It was incredible. No girl had ever done that. Justin
feasted ferociously on my ass, licking and slathering it
with spit. Every nerve in my body ended in my asshole. My
cock was so hard and dripping with precum every time I
flexed my muscles. Justin grabbed and rubbed the precum
around the head. The pot swirling around in my brain had
relaxed me like nothing ever had before. I was moaning and
breathing heavy.

Between moans and sighs, I asked, "what happened next?"

"This." I looked over my shoulder to see what was happening
next. Justin had gotten to his feet and was guiding his
shiny cockhead toward my ass. Sex drive took over and I
leaned back into my brother's cock. I was unprepared however
for the head. Even though my asshole was relaxed and wet, I
howled when Justin pressed his huge cockhead into my ass.

"Be quiet, dumbass," Justin hissed. "Dad'll wake up. Or
maybe that's what you want."

The pain subsided as quickly as it started and pleasure
began as Justin began to slowly thrust in and out. I
clenched my muscles together to close him in and tighten my
ass's grip on his prick.

"Fuck yeah man. Squeeze your ass. Hold me in. That feels so
good."

I bucked against Justin's pubes. He backed up and sat down
on the bed. I followed and impaled myself on his meat. I
looked across the room and saw us in the dresser mirror. It
was hot. I was hovering over Justin's hairy, muscular
thighs. My own stiff dick was swaying with each thrust.

"I'm getting close, Jess. I'm gonna cum," Justin said,
completely out of breath. "But if you want to know how the
story ends, get off me."

I followed the instructions explicitly. Justin pushed me to
my knees and started jerking his cock. I did the same. I
couldn't wait to cum. And that's when Justin's nuts
exploded. Ropes of thick, white, hot cum blasted across my
chin and dripped down my throat and chest. I wiped some of
it up from my chest and used it to lubricate me to finish.
When I came, I directed it at Justin's feet and toes,
covering them in sticky fluid. I looked up and Justin knelt
to me, swabbing at his dripping cum on my face and lips.

And since we were so engrossed in our cummy kiss, we didn't
notice Dad peeking through the crack at the door.