Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 23:02:18 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Bangin' brother bobby bi

Bangin' Brother Bobby

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.com

M/M/F



I married Gale in my last year of college. My sex life up to that time had
primarily been one of fantasy. Gale had no trouble breaking me out of my
fantasy world and into the world of hot, raunchy sex. Her attitude towards
sex was that anything worth doing was worth overdoing. We had met at school
and started hanging out together. She invited me to the Callistoga Hot
Baths one weekend where she first got to see me in my full glory, and I got
to see tits, ass and pussy up close and naked for the first time. She
seemed to really like the thick ten inches jutting from my loins. I
certainly liked everything she had to offer, especially that she was
willing, eager even, to be the aggressor. I was unsure of myself and
letting her take charge was a sure way to get both of us wound up and
involved in fantastic sex. There was very little we were not willing to try
together, including getting married the day I graduated. Gale had another
year to go, but my new job was right there in town so that presented no
problem. We got an off-campus apartment and settled right into marital
bliss.

Our next-door neighbors had just gone home after an afternoon of
fun-and-games in our king-sized bed when Gale started wheedling me for a
favor. It was one of the games we liked to play to tease each other. She'd
try anything and everything to get me to grant her wish, without me knowing
what it was, and I'd keep demanding to know what she was going to do for me
to make it worth my while. She finally got her wish when she said that Greg
(the tall, good-looking and VERY hunky blonde stud who had just left our
bed with his plump and frolicsome playmate) and I could double-fuck her in
the cunt. The idea of having Greg's scimitar shaped nine-incher rubbing up
against my straight-as-a-rod ten-incher inside of my wife had me so horny
that I had to pound Gale's pussy hard before I could slow down enough to
agree to her unrequited wish. Gale just laughed at my impulsiveness and
said something about her Jonnie wanting to play with the boys. I didn't
stop fucking, but I got a little upset. Embarrassed mostly. See, I'd never
said anything to anyone, but a lot of my fantasy sex had been with members
of my own sex. I wasn't too sure I wanted Gale to know that I had a
definite Gay streak in my makeup.

Over dinner Gale wanted to discuss finances, even though we usually didn't
talk business at meals. She asked for dispensation "just this once", and
received it. She had gotten her Masters earlier that year and had gotten a
good research position with one of her professors while working on her
Ph.D. Mostly she just wanted to know how secure, financially, we were. I
ran through our budget and, because most of our playtime was spent in
low-cost activities, like fucking all our neighbors, we were actually ahead
of our plan. Once she was reassured that we were doing well, she gave me
back the wish she'd just won in bed and asked a serious question. Her
brother had just graduated from High School and wanted to attend the
University, but had not gotten a scholarship and the family really couldn't
afford him living away from home and an education at the same time. I
shushed her right in the middle of her spiel and, almost angrily said that
since our marriage, Hale was MY brother too and what made her and her
parents think for one second that Hale wasn't welcome in our home at any
time for any reason. Gale just laughed and said that's what she'd told her
parents, but that they had insisted that I be asked politely and that my
feelings not be taken for granted. Then my dinner got ruined when her pussy
ended up in the middle of my dinner plate while I was fucking her on the
dining-room table. Let me tell you that eating mashed potatoes mixed with
peas and sperm off your wife's pussy totally changes the flavor of your
dinner.

We cleaned our junk out of the extra room and Gale's parents brought Hale
up that weekend. I remembered Hale from the wedding, but not very well. I'd
met a lot of people and had other things on my mind. He'd somehow ended up
being my personal valet and had been a wonderful help, but I'd been so
nervous that I'd hardly paid attention to him. I don't think the wedding
would have happened if Hale hadn't been there to keep me from totally
falling apart. Four inches shorter than my five foot ten and maybe forty
pounds lighter, Hale was a solidly built and athletically agile kid with a
perky, outgoing, almost boisterous, personality. He had a whole slew of
buddies who had shown up to help with the wedding. Since I didn't have any
family attending, Hale and his father had put together a bachelor party for
me where Hale and his buddies had been very helpful in making sure that
there was absolutely no beer left to go bad.

I hardly recognized the kid Gale's parents showed up with. Awkward, quiet,
shy, very unsure of himself. He acted as if he were afraid of me as I tried
to help him move into his room. The first time we had a few minutes alone I
asked him what the problem was. After the usual, "Oh, nothing's", and a bit
of hemming and hawing he finally admitted that not only would this be his
first time away from home for more than a short period, but that he was
very uncomfortable intruding into my home and interfering with my marriage
to his sister. The kid was serious, and about ready to bust into tears.

I put my arm around Hale's shoulders and walked him into the living
room. Confronting my wife and her parents, I said, accusingly, "I thought
you guys said that I was part of the family now!" Looking back and forth
between them, I went on, "But now my own brother tells me that he doesn't
think he's welcome in his own house. Which this is --- if I'm actually a
member of the family."

Everyone, especially Hale, seemed a bit stunned by my little
bombshell. Everyone except Dad that is. He just got a grin on his face and
walked over to me. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he dropped his little
bombshell right back on me, "Son, if you're having problems with your
little brother, that's your own problem. You're both old enough that I
shouldn't have to referee. He gets too impossible, put him across your
knee, you're bigger than he is!"

"Better than that, get him in the short-ribs. He's unbelievably ticklish."
Gale suggested.

"Tell him he can't have dinner!" Mom suggested. "That boy runs on his
stomach!"

Arm still around his shoulders, I looked down at Hale with a nasty grin on
my face.

"Oh, NO you don't!" Hale said wide-eyed as he twisted out from under my arm
and took off up the hallway. Laughing like a banshee, I was right behind
him. I was too close for him to try for the turn into his room so he went
straight to the end of the hall and into the master bedroom. He tried to
clear the bed to get on the other side but I snagged him in mid-air and we
both slammed down into the wide expanse of the marital playground. Hale
started shrieking and madly trying to escape as I tried to burrow my
fingers into his sides. He finally got hold of a pillow and started
whacking me with it. I got a pillow of my own and we were soon standing on
the bed in our shoes engaged in an all-out pillow fight. I never saw Gale
enter the fight but Hale and I were soon on our backs on the floor with a
bare-footed Gale lording it over us from the top of HER bed. "You two
ruffians want into my bed you'll take off your boots like proper
gentlemen!"

Standing in the doorway watching the whole thing, Mom was laughing and
applauding her daughter's victory. Dad plaintively asked if we were ever
going to eat, he was dying of starvation. Laughing, Hale and I helped each
other up off the floor. Dinner was fun. Mom and Dad left for home directly
from the restaurant and Hale sat between Gale and me in the front seat of
my restored '55 Bel Aire. Hale and I played a game at every stoplight were
I tried to de-nut him with the four-on-the-floor while he tried to protect
his "precious." We were all relaxed and worn out from all the laughing on
the way home. Hale excused himself and headed for bed as soon as we got in
the house. Gale and I got ready for bed ourselves. Gale pulled on a soft
old t-shirt of mine that she liked to sleep in and, in deference to our new
house mate, I pulled on a pair of undershorts before following Gale down
the hall to wish Hale a good night. Gale kissed her brother good-night and
I decided to do the same. I went to kiss him on the cheek, but at the last
second Hale turned his head and we met lip to lip. A little shocked, I
none-the-less gave my new little brother a not-too-hurried dry-lipped kiss
and touched his face when I pulled back. "Thanks for coming to live with us
little brother. You've made your sister and me very happy."

Hale didn't say anything. He just took my hand and kissed my palm. I took
Gale off to our bed and, for the first time since we had gotten married, we
just kissed, cuddled up and went to sleep.

Gale was up and out before it really got light outside. She liked to get an
early start at the day while I preferred a much more relaxed wake up. I was
trying to get my early-morning boner to go down so I could piss when Hale
stumbled sleepily into the bathroom. He had something in his white Jockey
shorts that was trying to rip them apart. With a sleepy grin on his face he
shambled over beside me and pulled the waistband of his Jockey's up and
over the interior obstruction. As my lightweight brother-in-law continued
downwards with the waistband an enormous looking phallus flopped down from
his belly. I was dumbfounded. Men talk about, dream about, boast about the
dick of death. I was looking at it. Stunned, without even thinking, I
reached and put my hand around the middle of the massive shaft. Or tried to
at any rate. My thumb and forefinger lacked a half-inch or better of
meeting. The thing was so solid in my grasp! Loose velvety skin enclosing
the heat of the hefty weight of prize man organ in my hand. My jaw fell
open and I looked up into the amused eyes of my almost diminutive
brother-in-law.

"Pretty fucking amazing! Huh!" he said proudly.

"God Damn!" Was about all I could get out.

Hale laughed and moved closer to me, putting his arm around my waist. He
reached over my arm and caressed the absolute rigidity of my pulsing
cock. "Ain't no way we're going to be able to piss through these things."
Hale said. "Let's get in the shower. We can piss in there once they go down
a little."

I suddenly realized that I was standing in the bathroom my wife and I
usually shared. I was standing there with an arm around the shoulders of my
new brother-in-law and with his arm around my waist, his hand on my
ass. And we were holding onto each others dicks with our other
hands. "Jeez!" I said as I dropped Hale's dick and tried to back away. Hale
just laughed so lightheartedly that I couldn't possibly take offense. He
gave my ten inches a good squeeze and tilted his head. "Come on big
brother. Let's get wet," I could have no more said 'No' to him than I could
have kicked a puppy.

Hale was happy. Playful. Full of energy and trusting. He guided me into the
big glass-enclosed shower and let go of me just long enough to get the
water running and properly adjusted. He splashed us both wet and then
grabbed the bar of soap and started washing my body. Hale seemed to take it
for granted that I was just as open and trusting as he was. I wasn't. For
sure I wasn't. I was scared, Afraid of my own feelings for another
man. Afraid of what my wife might think. Afraid of my own natural
inclinations and what THAT might mean. And there was a bigger fear. A fear
of letting my fear hurt this wonderful, trusting person. Gulping a sob
down, I bit my lip and forced myself to lean face-first against the cold
tile wall while Hale blithely scrubbed my back.

His hands felt so good that it was all I could do to keep from sliding down
the wall to the wet floor. Hale giggled when I started moaning and his
strong fingers dug even deeper into the thick muscles on my back. While
Hale had the hard, flat musculature of a gymnast, my body was bulkier, with
thick paddings of muscle and adipose more consistent with the long hard
days I had put in on the farm growing up. Hale seemed fascinated by my
bulky muscles. Washing, feeling, massaging and stroking my back, shoulders,
arms and hands. Gently exploring the tenderness in my armpits and down my
sides. Hale ran his hands forward under my arms to tweak and play with my
titties until he had me squirming and giggling as much as he was. I guess
he wanted to make sure I knew I was supposed to be enjoying myself. And, Oh
God, I was!. The feeling of his thick shaft against the crack of my butt as
he hugged me and played with my tits was mind-boggling. I think he had me
feeling more relaxed, hornier, contented, unwilling to move or to stop the
wonderful sensations of having another person take care of me than I had
ever felt before. I wanted him to never stop.

I felt Hale slide down my body and heard him land on his knees. He pulled
first one and then my other foot back into his lap and carefully laved each
toe, between each toe and all over each foot without once making it tickle
so much that I had to pull my foot away. He rode the edge of tickle
though. So much so that my whole body was on edge, twitching with his
touch. My cock so swollen that it felt congested. I'm normally not much of
a leaker, but a steady stream of silvery tackiness was hanging from the end
of my bulbous glans. Hale put my feet down and his hands started on my
legs. Washing, kneading, massaging, stroking. I was in a nirvana of
pleasurable feeling, a daze of excess sensation. It just felt better when
his fingers began a deep massage of my butt. A man's hands on my ass,
playing with my ass, feeling my ass. And it was okay. It felt great. Even
when Hale ran his soapy hands through my crotch so he could wash my balls,
I just spread my knees and squatted a little to give both his hands
access. The feelings of another man's arm reaching between my legs so his
hand could work on my balls was astounding. Mind-boggling. I started to
wake up and get embarrassed again when I noticed that not only was he
diligently scrubbing my asshole with his fingers, but that I'd pushed my
butt back and arched my back to give his fingers complete entry.

Before the young stud could get any deeper into my butt or really get
started on my front, I wiggled out of his grasp and got under the shower
spray. Laughing at my obvious evasion, Hale immediately started helping me
rinse off. One thing and another and I found a slippery young man in my
arms and a bar of soap in my hands. I did the most obvious thing and
started returning the favor. Totally trustingly, Hale turned and put his
back up against my front and surrendered himself altogether into my
care. It was an amazing thing to be trusted so completely. It was even more
amazing to me how much pleasure I got from being able to freely touch
another male's body. Hale had, without reservation, offered the masculine
perfection of his body to me and I was constitutionally unable to refuse
his offer. His skin had a wonderful, somehow masculine texture, slick and
strong and tactile. Gale's titties were some of the finest I'd ever seen or
felt. Firm globes. More than a double handful each of superfine
pleasure. Hale's were every bit as magnificent, in a totally different
way. His nipples got pointy hard between my fingertips and his pectorals
flexed and quivered as I washed him, massaged him and, yes, fondled
him. Hale just moaned in pleasure, pushed back into my encircling control,
lifted his chest into my hands and smiled. I moaned in pleasure myself and
kissed the side of his neck.

Hale let me, urged me to completely investigate his heavy balls, which I
did. With great pleasure.

On my knees in front of Hale I carefully washed his feet, and then lifted
him completely off the floor washing both his legs at the same time. Hale
laughed joyously, holding onto my head and shoulders for balance. He spread
his knees wide when I reached between them to wash and play with his
superfine butt. A handy handful, Hale totally enjoyed the way I was
grabbing at his butt. Uproarious laughter rang in the shower when I held
Hale up off the floor with a buttcheek in each hand and blew bubbles up
against his smooth belly as if he were a small child. Hale loved it. And so
did I!

Things got more serious. No less joyful, but less giggly, when I began to
investigate more directly the monumental share of mankind's masculinity
that Hale had received. Hale was well aware of the impressiveness of his
inheritance and was nothing loathe to share his gift. He turned his toes
outward and jutted his hips forward to give me complete access. And,
totally bemused, I accepted his offer. Not only was this bigger than
anything I'd ever seen that wasn't attached to a horse, the foreskin was
totally incredible. I'd never seen a foreskin up close before or had a
chance to play with one. Hale just put his hands on his hips and smiled at
my simple satisfaction --- and fascination. The weight of the thing was
astounding. The heft of thick, sluggish fluid engorged porous flesh was
amazing, a truly heavy honker.  Pulses of blood pumped through his youthful
flesh to create the living heat of a mans life-force. I dropped my cheek to
the baby-soft flesh and felt the hardened ridges of swollen veins sliding
under the loose skin. I felt an inner heat as if from a furnace. I kissed
the shaft as a lover kisses his beloved and, totally unashamed, watched the
slick grip of pellucid thinness as the inner layer of foreskin rolled
mobelius fashion to become the outside protection for the marble grated
swoop of bared glans.

I could see the perfectly formed slit leaking it's withheld treasure of
crystal clear slickness as the hood smoothly rolled back across the blunt
alabaster nose that had been embarrassed into a rose flush of pristine
suffusion. I gently kissed the pouting lips, previously unknown flavor of
manhood bursting into my mouth as I Frenched the tiny lips. Eyes crossing
to watch the gentle roll of swaddling as it uncovered its prize. My hands
firmly pulled back loose skin more solidly as fingertips on my temples
guided my mouth over the boys savory bulb of tactile pleasures.

Hale's hand gently touched my face. Thanking me. Softly urging me to take
all I wanted. To take my time. To explore. To feel his trust.

Smell, then taste filled my sensorium. My brain, my inhibitions pushed into
the background, put on hold. Tears leaked from my eyes as the thick smell
of man swelled the linings of my nose with lust. Man flesh filled my
mouth. Stretching my lips. Filling my cheeks. Snorting, sobbing, I drove my
head down the thick shaft, trying to impale myself on Hale's
masculinity. Tears flowed more freely, partly from my physical reaction to
having my glottis filled with a solid mass and partly from the frustration
of wanting to be shafted by the utmost manshaft I'd ever seen. Hale's hands
and voice soothed me. Approving of my efforts and urging calm, relaxation,
gentle acceptance and joyful pleasure. As my throat finally relaxed, barely
admitting Hale's male fullness I felt him swell and erupt. Gagging as hot
masses of sticky clotted teenage cream choked me, I fought to keep the
vastly bloated cockhead in my mouth. The hugely flared corona helped,
wedging behind my teeth, giving my gums and tongue something to grip as I
sucked like a starving babe, trying to keep the head within me and to
handle the masses of male seed that were erupting into my mouth and throat.

Hale folded over the top of my head, kissing my back and shoulders as he
fondled my head and fucked my mouth with tiny uncontrollable movements. I
was enveloped, surrounded by his warmth and his caring, loving
concern. Trying to be gentle, he fucked only within my buccal cavity,
trying to not hit the entrance of my throat with his flesh. That simply
allowed gout after gout of his cum to string themselves across my tonsils
and leak glutinously down my throat , choking me so that I snorted cum out
through my nose. I refused surcease. Demanded impregnation. Received loving
care and virile caress. I was sucking cock for real for the first time. Not
imagination. A real cock. In my mouth. Shooting sperm. I was in heaven. My
shame knew no bounds ---- and I didn't care.

At some point Hale got me to my feet. Sobbing in confusion. Shamed to
despair, I tried to run and hide. Hale held me. Kissed me. Soothed
me. Covered my essence with baby shampoo and turned in my arms, holding my
arms around him and guiding me deeply into his body. I held Hale in my
arms, his taste in my mouth, his odor filling my nose as I fucked him more
passionately than I'd ever fucked anyone before. I lifted his body and
twisted him, heels over my shoulders so that I could look directly into his
beautiful eyes, savor his handsome face. He grinned and, hands locked
behind my neck, began to bounce on my loins, driving my ten inches as
deeply as possible inside his hot flesh. I was afraid I would hurt him ----
and fucked him as hard as I could. He laughed in total joy. I snorted more
of his cum out of my nose and, panting, laid his back on the water runneled
warm tile floor. Crouching above him, I fucked him as hard as I
could. Face-to-face I kissed him as he licked his own cum out of my nose
and mouth, off of my face and into my ears. I couldn't take his tongue in
my ear and bellowed as I burst forth into his churning guts. Massive gouts
of my essence that threatened to rip my balls off at the roots as they
thundered forth. Hale howled in counterpoint to my bellows, grinding
himself into my loins as I strained for his deepest depths to plant my
seed. Never had I felt anything to match the complete release I felt with
Hale in my arms. Totally unrestrained, I bucked into him and planted my
seed as roughly and as deep as my most primitive mind demanded.

Lovingly, we washed each other clean, refusing to let go of one another,
holding each other as we finally pee'd into the drain. Musingly, we talked
and dried each other. Wonderingly, we took each other to bed and practiced
making love to each other. Hale demonstrated deep-throating with my ten
inches of thickness. We laughed as I blubbered all over his thick staff in
my attempts to emulate him. Hale had giggling fits as I got both his huge
nuts in my mouth somehow and tried to suck them right out of his
groin. Like a couple of little kids playing with wonderful new-found toys,
we enjoyed each other until, cuddled into a tight ball, we fell into a deep
blissful sleep.

I was snoozing pretty good when I felt my wife's pert body slide in under
the covers and then wiggle under my arm to snuggle up close to me, one of
her favorite tricks to get my motor running. I responded by nuzzling into
her short, soft pixie cut and by thumping the smooth curve of her tender
belly with my burgeoning hard-on. She nuzzled right back. "I see you and my
brother are getting along okay."

A simple, softly stated phrase with no unpleasant overtones at all. Yet I
was suddenly, sparklingly wide awake.

Emergency Alert!

I was instantly, unbelievably aware that the comfortable warmth on my back
was NOT due to an electric blanket. My mind was roiling like the entire
Ghost Busters team on Ex-Lax. I quickly settled on the perfect, the
ultimate, the absolutely prototypical male reply to being caught naked in
my wife's bed with her baby brother. "Huuuuh?"

She buried her face in my chest and, if I hadn't known better, I would have
though she was trying to contain almost hysterical laughter. The movement
of the bed must have disturbed Hale's sleep because I felt him wiggle
closer to me and then felt his hand worm its way under my arm and down to
caress my chest. I felt the hand change direction when it encountered a
rather more pulchritudinous and hair free chest than had been expected. I
felt Hale lift his head and then rest his chin tiredly on my wide
biceps. "Hi, Sis." he said sleepily. "Good day at work?"

Me holding my breath and trying to wish myself to Tahiti, or the South pole
or anywhere but in that bed was more than Gale could take. I was deeply
offended when she broke out laughing.

Over dinner Hale and Gale told me that Hale had been gay since forever. All
his friends, who I had so admired at the wedding, were also gay. Their
parents didn't know. Not for sure. But Gale had been there for Hale ever
since his first rushed and uncomfortable experience with a teacher. I
admitted, for the first time in my life, that I'd always had fantasies
about having sex with men. I was pretty sure my primary orientation was
heterosexual, but even there I preferred a strong woman that I could be
submissive to during the sex act. Hale wanted to know what sort of
fantasies I'd had when I was daydreaming about men. I tried to hem and haw
and to wiggle my way out of saying anything, but Gale caught on and smelled
something very kinky and therefore interesting. I finally fessed up and
admitted that I could get horny beyond belief just thinking about getting
fucked in the ass while I was fucking pussy.

Hale and Gale immediately began a brother/sister conversation that I was
barely able to keep up with that ended up with Gale getting out of bed and
heading for the telephone. Hale explained to me that he was certainly too
big to be popping my anal cherry and that just because Hale had a monster
dick didn't mean that I shouldn't have my wishes fulfilled. I was just
starting to get suspicious when Gale came back into the room followed by an
equally naked Greg from next door. Seems as though his chunky little
roommate was at night school and he had a little free time. I was blushing
horribly thinking that my straight-speaking wife had just asked our
next-door neighbor to please come over and fuck me in the ass.

"And who's this little cutie?" asked Greg, walking over to Hale's side of
the bed and holding his hand out.

"Greg, this is, Hale. Gale's little brother. He's going to be living with
us while he's going to school."

"That's nice." Greg said, never taking his eyes off of Hale. "Mind if I
join you?" he said, ignoring Gale and I.

Hale grinned and lifted the sheets, exposing himself as well as a place for
Greg to lie.

"Holy SHIT! Is that all yours, or do you rent out parts of it for special
events?"

Hale's gear was laying down across his thigh and had spilled down onto the
sheets where it made an almost complete circle. "Oh, I never rent it
out. But you can borrow as much as you can use anytime." Hale had a gleam
in his eye and a welcoming smile that left no doubt in anyones mind that he
had a serious case of the hots for big, hairy, built Greg.

For his part, super-macho studly Greg dropped to his knees on the bed and
buried his face in Hale's crotch. Slurping up the flaccid trouser snake and
sucking in it's entire length, Greg waited while Hale's heart shifted into
emergency overdrive to fill and erect his voluminous deep throat
trainer. Greg's eyes crossed and he got a worried look on his face as
Hale's cock not only stood up, but started swelling just like other men's
much smaller organs did. Greg had never seen a large swinging dick that did
much more than stay pretty much the same size as it stood up. Hale was
apparently unaware of the restrictions on large cocks and went on merrily
swelling up to something like twice his hanging free size. Greg just closed
his eyes, hung on and prayed.

Gale, who had crawled back into bed between her husband and baby brother,
looked back over her shoulder, "Well, that should alleviate your concerns
when you ask Greg to fuck your ass!"

I watched in total amazement as Greg disgorged the entire spit-covered
erect length of Hale's huge boner. I'd barely been able to handle the head
of Hale's cock. I watched with great respect as Greg impaled himself on the
entire length of the thing. I couldn't take my eyes off of what was
happening.

Gale suddenly jumped up. "OH! I forgot my hair appointment! You boys take
care of each other and I'll call and see what you want for dinner before I
come back." She was dressed and out the door before any of us men could
react. Looking at each other in amazement, we broke out laughing.

Greg, who I'd always considered pretty much the ultimate stud, rolled up on
his knees between Hale's legs and started sucking dick again. I was
impressed by how much cock he could get in his mouth and by how hard he was
trying to force the monster down his throat. I laid there watching Greg
suck cock when I realized at least part of why I enjoyed sharing my bed
with other men. It was about their asses. And Greg had a truly magnificent
ass. It amazed me how narrow masculine hips could have such a
pulchritudinous pair of ass globes. Black hair thinly, softly covered the
absolutely solid cheeks and seat of his ass and gathered into a dark,
mysterious thicket in the firm crack dividing his ass in half. I got up on
my knees and grabbed a double handful of damn near perfect ass, not even
caring what anyone thought or said. I was lust driven and did what I most
wanted, what I must do. Squeezing and rubbing and fondling Greg's
magnificent ass had my boner dripping lube like a leaky faucet.

Greg lifted his head, moaning. "Spank that ass, Daddy. Spank it until it's
burning!" Then he went back to trying to swallow Hale's cock whole.

I was dumbfounded. Just barely able to understand what Greg had said. My
confused, lust clouded mind tried to comprehend and just ran in
circles. Hale had already demonstrated that he was willing, at his happiest
when I took charge and he could be submissive. Now Greg, a man I had always
considered a true stud and master cocksman was telling me he wanted to play
Daddy-Son games with me. With me as the Daddy! Something came over me. A
surge of male power. My hands squeezed Greg's asscheeks hard. "You've been
a bad boy, Greg." I started out testing, sort of using play slaps and
trying to keep it light. Greg's body quickly informed me that he had no
intention of playing silly games. Lust swelled my brain and pushed me over
the edge. Greg wanted to be a bad boy? Well, let's see if can take what he
has coming. I started really working Greg's ass over. Fast, hard spanks
followed by irregularly spaced, really hard spanks. Soft, yummy ass groping
with light, teasing spanks. Three or four well spaced hard-as-I-can spanks
and then back rubbing with my heated hand and maybe a finger on his
asshole.

Greg was soon moaning and slobbering all over Hale's visibly throbbing cock
as his ass got redder and redder. The hotter Greg's ass got the more
enthusiasm I had for really working him over. I was really spanking the
crap out of him, tearing his ass up when he first tried to get away. I
grabbed his balls and pulled up on them until he was trying to support his
weight on his tippy-toes. I looked up and his face had been forced all the
way down the long shaft of Hale's massive cock, his nose buried in the tiny
patch of thin, blond pubic hairs. Thin, soft, almost transparent tufts of
silky pubes covering his nose right up to his eyes. Holding him like that
with one hand I really started laying it to him with my free hand. He was
screaming and crying and slobbering and sucking and started cumming all
over the bedsheets, his ass clenching and turning rock-hard every time he
shot a wad of cum. I timed my spanks to catch him just as he was releasing
his clench, which drove him right back into another emission. I was
sweating and cursing and telling Greg to be a good boy or he'd get this
every night. Greg just came harder until he couldn't cum at all. I dropped
him to the bed and pushed his head back down on Hale's cock. I kicked his
legs apart with my knees and dropped down on his hot, sweaty body,
penetrating him in one fell swoop. Greg groaned and sucked so hard I
thought he was going to suck poor Hale's cock right off. None of us could
take much of that. Greg started cumming first, his burning hot cheeks
squeezing and roasting my cock, which I could hardly move in his assholes
spastic grip. I started pumping Greg's rectum full of sperm at the same
time Hale was spewing his load directly into Greg's stomach. We fell apart
and just laid there, gasping for air.

Hale finally got up and went to the kitchen, coming back with a couple of
bottles of cold Gatorade. We sat there on the bed sucking down Gatorade,
passing it around and trying to catch our breath.

Hale took charge of my deflowering, making sure I enjoyed myself and didn't
get hurt, spanking Greg as necessary to make sure he followed
instructions. Frustrated at one point, Hale pulled Greg off my back and put
him down on his belly. I was totally in awe watching Greg take in ALL of my
little brothers monster cock. I moved Hale's balls out of the way so I
could check out where they were joined. Greg's ass was stretched so tight I
was amazed that it hadn't torn. He was just laying there, holding is ass up
as high as he could, waiting for Hale to start fucking him or whatever else
Hale might want. Hale's perfectly smooth pink pucker was looking right at
me. I sniffed and all I could smell was MAN. I leaned forward and sniffed
again, and was hooked. I leaned forward a little more and Hale's rank
maleness overwhelmed me. I kissed the pretty pucker and decided it was
lunch time. Apparently no one had ever gotten oral with Hale's cute bottom,
but I thought he tasted great and dove in for a full meal. Hale got a
little crazy and fucked poor Greg until he was totally out of control while
I inspired his tormentor with kisses, licking and deep tongue fucking him
into a frenzy.

Laying in an exhausted pile, Greg groggily asked me if it was OK if he
waited until tomorrow to pop my cherry. That was OK with me, but I warned
him that after seeing what Hale could do to a mans ass, I might not wait
until tomorrow. Hale told Greg not to worry, I wasn't going to get his cock
until Greg had me opened up properly. I pouted, which got me spanked, by
both men. After which Greg decided that maybe he had more energy that he
had thought he had. Hale helped him pop my cherry, and was helping him make
sure my cherry stayed popped. Gale walked in when I had Gregs cock about
half-way up my ass and a bunch of Hale's cock in my mouth.

Gale just smiled and said, "Marlyn has dinner ready whenever you boy are
done getting to know each other a little better. Take your time. No rush."
With another happy smile, she went out to gossip with Gregs wife a bit
more.

in the shower getting double finger fucked to orgasm. Girls playing girl
games.