Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 05:49:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Brothers Fantasy, Masturbation of Adult Friends, 1/1

The Brothers Fantasy
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

     I'd often wondered what would happen if I ever
were to meet anyone from the neighborhood where I'd
lived as a child. What would they be like today? What
would they have done with their lives? I'd wondered
especially about Frank and John, two brothers about my
age who'd lived on the next block, and this provided
the subject of another fantasy. Fantasies are great,
because I can do things I wouldn't in real life. For
example, I don't have to worry about "safe sex" in a
fantasy.
     It was late at night, and I wanted to do this in
bed, so I put on a condom to catch my discharges and
lay down, caressing my balls, loose in their sac, as I
slipped into an erotic reverie:
     I was driving home from a business trip, and
stopped at a diner about an hour from my home for a
snack. It was very crowded, and the only seat I could
find was in a booth occupied by two truckers. They
graciously let me join them, apparently glad to have
the company. They were partners in a trucking
business, and often drove as a team. Our conversation
disclosed that they had grown up in the same city I
had, and it turned out that they had lived only a
block away. When they gave me their names, Frank and
John, I realized that I had known them, although
superficially, as a child. Frank was a year older than
I, while John was two years younger.
     They didn't remember me, and of course I would
never have recognized them because they looked very
different from the way they did when we were all
pre-teens. Like me, both had married young, then
divorced, and had had no children.
     "I think my right hand is better than any woman,"
Frank said, disclosing this intimate detail with no
reluctance. "Me, too," echoed John, adding that; "We
often relieve each other on the road." The double
meaning did not escape me.
     "I think beating off is usually a lot more
satisfying than with a woman," I confessed.     "Of
course, it's nice to have another man's hand on my
cock too."
     "Ever think of making it a threesome?" asked
Frank.
     "I live only an hour down the road," I offered.
"You're probably looking for a place to spend the
night, so why not come with me? There's a truck park
only a few blocks from my house, and you could leave
your rig and come home with me."
     "Sounds good. We're both horny, and after we get
cleaned up we could have a good time together,"
answered John. They followed me and a little over and
hour later we were in my house, which has a main
bedroom with a king size bed for myself, and a guest
bedroom.
     "You can put your stuff in here," I offered,
showing them the guest bedroom. "I think you'd better
use the master bathroom to take your showers, though.
Both of you can fit inside that big shower stall I've
got. You guys go first, and I'll wash up after you're
through. Meanwhile, I've got a couple of things to
do."
     I'd noticed that Frank was the taller of the two,
slightly over my six feet, and John was shorter and
had a chunky build. Both wore glasses, like me, and
both had gray hair, although they each had more than I
did.
     Frank and John went into my bedroom and stripped
down while I unloaded my car, and when I joined them
they were drying themselves. I undressed and stepped
into the shower, where the hot water gave me urge to
pee. I let go, enjoying the sensation of the hot
stream sluicing through my long funnel-shaped foreskin
on its way down to the drain. I soaked and soaped
carefully, rinsing under my foreskin, and turned the
water off. When I emerged, reaching for a towel, I saw
them sitting on the edge of my bed, and I dried off in
front of them. Naturally, our eyes dropped to each
other's crotches.
    We were all soft, and I saw that Frank and John's
cocks were similar, but different. Frank had a big
oval bulge distending the long sleeve of skin at the
end of his prick, while John displayed a big,
plum-shaped cock-head dangling at the end of his
downward curving shaft. John's cock had no hood
covering the oval head, only a thick brown scar ring
about half an inch behind his rim.
     Frank saw me looking, and said:
     "In case you're wondering what happened to
Johnny's prick, he had his tonsils out when he was
three and the doctor gave him a freebie."
     "Yeah, lucky me," John said, sarcastically. Then
he brightened and looked hard at my cock.
      "That's a nice long foreskin you've got, longer
than my brother's. His only goes to the end, but
you've got a nice overhang."
     "Johnny's really interested in foreskins," Frank
added, "since he doesn't have one any more. Anyway, I
think yours is nice, too. You can get a nice long
stroke, longer than I can."
     "Yeah, you're right, guys. I can stretch it way
out, and skin it way back."
     "Can I try?" asked John. I stepped right up to
him, so that my cock was dangling a foot in front of
his face. He reached out and grasped the shaft with
his left hand, while the fingers of his right pushed
back against my foreskin.
     "It's a bit tight," I said. "Wait until it gets
hard. Then it'll be really easy to skin back." My cock
was already swelling with the attention, and I reached
down and squeezed John's bulging purple tip between
thumb and index finger to cause a reflexive throb in
his cock-root.
     "Hey, that feels nice," he said, as he reached
for his brother's prick. He gave it a couple of tugs,
then cupped his balls. I lay down on the king size bed
and pulled Frank over so that I could reach his prick.
John's hand still cupped his balls as I squeezed his
swelling glans through the covering hood.
     "I can feel it throbbing," Johnny said as I
continued to apply rhythmic squeezes to his brother's
cock-tip. Frank's cock quickly stiffened, and I placed
a couple of fingers on either side of his hood and
began easing it back in stages. I pushed back a bit,
then let it flow forward again. Then I pushed it back
a bit farther, again letting it come forward. Each
time more of his purple plum came into view, and I
smelled his fresh, clean man-smell, which was arousing
me. John squeezed my shaft, then my cock-tip, making
my cock-root throb in response.
     "Now let me get this skin back," John said as he
grasped my hood firmly and began pulling. He gradually
worked the sleeve of skin back, giving me erotic
feelings as the tight foreskin stretched as it rode
over my bulging helmet. I continued to work Frank's
hood back, watching as the big purple plum came into
view. Frank's tip was oval, longer than a mushroom
type, and the ridge did not flare the way a helmet
does. It was thick and meaty, warm and musky. A drop
of clear fluid parted the lips of his slit, and I
leaned forward, probing the slit with my tongue,
savoring the slippery texture and salty taste.
     "Hey, that feels really good," Frank said.
"Johnny does that to me too."
     "Hey, look at this!" John exclaimed, having
worked my foreskin back to bare the flaring rim of my
cock. "His looks like a great big German helmet."
Frank lifted his head, and I glanced over as well to
see John's tongue lap at the lubricating juice oozing
from my teardrop shaped hole. John pulled my hood all
the way forward and inserted his tongue under it,
probing the depths of my foreskin, caressing the high
ridge, then returning to work into the triangular
groove under the head.
     "Tastes really nice," John said. Then he skinned
me back again and said:
     "Smells real nice, too, just like yours, Frank,
but a little different." John was doing a lot for me,
and I for his brother, but his cock wasn't getting any
attention. I reached inside the bedside table and
grasped a bottle of non-drying lubricant, and applied
a few drops to his cock as I wrapped my right hand
around it. That was almost right, I judged as I began
slowly stroking his shaft and head, and I let a few
more drops fall on the tender tissue. I worked my fist
up over his beautiful purple plum, then gave a twist
because I knew this type of stroking was
super-exciting.
     John was becoming very aroused, and he began
pumping my cock in full strokes, increasing his rhythm
as he saw the effect it had on me. Frank's hands came
through my legs from the back to cup my balls, and I
felt my excitement mount.
     "I can't last much longer, not with both of you
working on me," I warned. "I haven't shot in a week,
and I've got a big load built up."
     "Yeah, I can tell you're really needing to blow
your cream all over the place," John said. I can feel
how hard your big dick's getting, how the head's
swelling, and I can see the lube coming out of your
hole." Meanwhile, I continued to work on John's turgid
cock, almost as if I were racing him to climax.
     "Try to relax," Frank murmured to me. "It'll last
longer that way." I was already relaxed, and he
continued:
     "When I really relax, I let the feeling build up
until it feels like I've got to pee. Then when it
comes, it's very intense." The urge to pee had already
hit me, with John's relentless skinning back and forth
of my cock-head, and now a light tickle hit my rim.
The tickling feeling spread over the head, and gave
way to a heavy, hot tingle.
     "It's tingling, I'm right at the edge," I said,
and John tightened his grip on my cock, twisting my
foreskin hard to stretch the nerve endings and trigger
my climax. It felt as if my glans were exploding, and
the rush of sensation shot down my shaft to trigger
the hard pounding in my cock-root. The first jet of
hot lava rushed up my shaft and I cried out in
agonized ecstasy. I lay torpid, totally passive as
waves of sensation poured through my body.
     "I just love making an uncut cock shoot!" John
exclaimed as he pumped my foreskin up and over my
swollen glans, making slapping sounds that announced
my spasms. My eyes closed as I slid deeper into the
abyss of mindless sensation, feeling hands cupping my
balls and caressing my thighs as John's fist swept my
fleshy hood back and forth while his other hand
squeezed the base of my shaft. I was locked in their
grips, helpless as they made me come, howling in pure
joy but sounding as if I were being tortured.
     "Look at how the juice is drooling out of his
tip," Frank said. "He doesn't shoot like you and I
do," he continued.
     "He's got a lot of cream, though," John added.
"He said he hadn't creamed in a week, and he's really
making up for lost time." I felt my foreskin snapped
back, and John's tongue on my hot, tortured glans. My
entire being was pouring out through my cock. Then I
heard Frank's voice:
     "Johnny loves to lick the cream and other juices
off an uncircumcised cock. It's got a special taste,
and that turns him on something awful." John's tongue
was now scraping the broad upper surface of my oozing
glans, while his finger strummed the sensitive
gee-string under the head, adding to my pleasure. My
cock continued to pulse, sending gushes of cream for
John to taste.
      My orgasm slowly faded, the spasms becoming
weaker, until I was still. I was totally drained,
having emptied myself in the hot rush of orgasm. John
sensed this, because he stopped stroking my cock,
letting it soften as it lay flat on my stomach. I
realized that during my biological storm I'd stopped
stroking John's cock, which was still fully hard and
drooling lubricant. It was almost an inch longer than
my six inches, and definitely ready for action. I
worked my fist up and down his cock, in long strokes
that ranged from the base to the very tip of his
large, plum-shaped glans.
     "OOOOHHH," he groaned, as I tightened my fingers
around his thick rim and gave a twist. His brother had
slipped his hand between his thighs to cup his balls,
and was gently massaging them while stroking the
insides of John's thighs with his other hand as he'd
done to me. Now John was entirely in our loving hands,
and we worked to heighten his sensations
 so that he, too, could experience a hot orgasm.
     I felt the heat of his cock in my hand as I
continued to stroke it, and saw a steady dribble of
lube oozing from his oval hole as I massaged it into
the tender tissues. John was groaning now, as the
sensations built up, and Frank asked him:
     Feel like you've gotta pee yet?" John nodded, and
I felt his cock jerk in my hand. I concentrated on the
most sensitive area from the scar forward, working my
fingers into the groove behind the head. When I swept
my fist over his glans again, I found that it had
swelled and hardened, a sure sign that he was right on
the brink and needed only a little push to send him
into a howling, screaming orgasm. I gave his cock-head
an extra twist of the fist, and felt his cock pulse
hard in my hand.
     "Here he goes," Frank admonished, as his
brother's eyes closed and his body went rigid on the
bed. John's face was red, his jaw clenched, and he
began howling as the full force of orgasm hit him. His
cock erupted in my hand, sending a thick ribbon of
white cream arcing up and onto his chest. John's hips
bucked and his cock spasmed again, as another stream
of cream shot out of his swollen purple tip. I twisted
my fist again, feeling his cock respond with another
powerful throb.
     Another hot jet shot from his orifice, and now I
wrapped the other fist around his cock right behind
the head. Squeezing tightly, I gave him a "monkey
bite" that made him cry out in agonized ecstasy and
shoot another powerful jet onto his chest.
     "Man, you're really making him come hard," Frank
commented approvingly as he witnessed his brother's
spasms and continued to cup his balls, now tight
against his body. I looked and saw that Frank's dick
was straight out from his body, foreskin retracted,
and oozing lube. I knew that the psychic stimulation
of watching us both come had brought Frank close to
the edge, and that it wouldn't take long to bring his
cock to pulsing, spasming orgasm.
     I felt John's cock-throbs weaken, then fade
completely, as his climax came to an end and his body
began to relax. His breathing slowed, and when he
opened his eyes he smiled at me.
     "Thanks, buddy. That was beautiful." I wiped his
softening cock with a towel, then turned to Frank, who
would be the last to come.
     "Let's do a really good job on your brother, huh?
He helped both of us enjoy our orgasms, and we've got
to pay him back." I saw John's hand snake out to clasp
his brother's swollen seven inches, stripping the
foreskin back to bare the dark purple glans. Frank lay
back as we clustered around him, his big shining tip
drooling lubricant onto his stomach. I placed a towel
on his chest and stomach, then cupped his balls with
one hand while I caressed the insides of his thighs
with the other. His ball sac was already tight against
his body, close as he was to release, and I kneaded
his balls very gently, knowing the fine line that
separates pleasure from pain when massaging the
testicles.
     John's mouth descended onto his brother's swollen
glans, engulfing it and sucking the lubricating fluid.
His hand clamped the base of his penis, making the
veins bulge, and I knew Frank wouldn't be able to hold
out for more than a few seconds. Frank began moaning,
softly at first, then louder as his eyes closed, and I
felt the first pulse through my fingertips touching
his body around his balls. John groaned as Frank's
hips thrust upward, and I knew he'd just shot his
first heavy load into his brother's mouth. Now Frank
was crying out in joyful agony, completely swept away
in sensation as we pulled the orgasm from his helpless
body. John lifted his head and said:
     "Watch him come!" At his words, a thick ribbon of
white cream shot from Frank's hole, in a long
trajectory that ended on his chest. Frank's hips
thrust up again, pushing his hot, swollen glans into
John's waiting mouth. Frank yelled as his next jet
shot deep into his brother's throat. The heavy
chlorine odor of hot cream filled the room, Frank's
fresh discharges adding to the residue of mine and his
brother's.
     John's excitement was almost as hot as his
brother's frenzy, and he removed his head from Frank's
cock and leaned over to kiss me fully on the mouth,
tongue probing past my lips, until I tasted and
smelled his brother's cream. I saw Frank's cock shoot
again as John's fist slapped his foreskin forward to
engulf the shining wet head. Frank's moaning grew
softer and the pulses I felt in his perineum became
weaker. His orgasm was finishing as he dribbled the
last drops of juice from his tip, where John was
waiting to lick them off the tender tissues.
     Frank was now totally relaxed, but to my surprise
my cock was at full mast again. John noticed this and
exclaimed:
     "Haven't had enough, right? Need another come?
You look ready for one." Frank opened his eyes and saw
John wrap his hand around my full-foreskinned cock,
staring in fascination as John's fist forced the heavy
hood back off my glistening glans. My tortured tip
throbbed in sensation, and I felt John's hand reach
between my thighs again to cup my tightening ball-sac.
My cock-head was all tingly, and I knew I needed
another orgasm badly.
     My cock began to pulse in my hand, and I felt the
juice pour out through the condom. I was back alone in
my bed, both brothers having faded back into the mists
of my mind, and my cock was pumping jizm as I finally
fell into my own private abyss. My foreskin was fully
back, and my fingers rubbed the latex over the
sensitive nerve endings of my swollen tip. I curled up
as my cock-root pulsed again and again, crying out in
ecstasy as the heavy rush of sensations gripped me. I
felt the latex swell as I pumped load after load,
sending the hot liquid swirling around my engorged and
pulsing glans. I don't know how long that orgasm
lasted, but it felt like forever. My mind was
completely blank, preoccupied with the heavy thrills
that ran through my cock from root to tip.

     When my storm had passed and my cock was
completely still, I realized that I wouldn't be able
to just go to sleep. The rubber was distended from the
loads I'd shot, and would no doubt come off during the
night and let the sticky juice onto the sheets. I got
up, went into the bathroom, and removed the condom. I
rinsed off my cock, carefully skinning back and
rubbing away the thick layer of cream on the head and
in the groove behind it, then dried off and went back
to bed for a deep and dreamless sleep.

     The end