Doug - The Vent
by Bill Fore  -  b4@earthlink.net

     This all started to happen when I was eighteen.  I was about to begin my
senior year in high school and was very, very confused about myself.  To the
world I was a "dumb jock!"  I got terrible grades, hated school except for sports,
played a lot of basketball because I was tall, and did great on the swimming team. 
 I was very popular --- Nordic features, 6'4", blond, muscular, tanned, very blue
eyes.  I had a very bubbly, joker personality and everyone thought I was the
happiest guy in school.  It was all a big cover!  
     I worked about 16 hours a week at a pizza place to keep gas in my car,
goofed off with my "jock" friends, dated and "made out" about once a week. 
Girls thought I was terrific because I didn't take advantage of them and was a
gentleman.  (At least that's what I heard around school.)  Cuddling, kissing, and
a little fondling was as far as I would push them, and a lot of girls spread the
word that I wasn't afraid to spend money and was a great date.
     So... why was I confused?  Because I had absolutely no curiosity or desire
to go any further with girls.  My big, horrible, maddening secret was that ever
since I could remember I had been tremendously curious about bodies --- boys and
mens bodies.  I really thought I was weird and hid my desires as best as I could. 
     Sometimes us "jocks" would go to a big magazine stand near school after
practice and look at sexy magazines.  Other guys liked Penthouse and Playboy. 
I had to fake an interest in the sexy stuff because I loved the mens muscle
magazines.  Once in a while, if Penthouse ran a boy-girl feature and the guy was
good looking and fully exposed, I'd buy a copy and wear out those particular
pages.   If you'd ask me later to describe the girl in the picture, I'm not sure I
could do it.  
     Owning the Penthouse was part of my "cover."  Sometimes I'd even get
daring enough to sneak a peek at a Playgirl magazine, but I only did that when I
went to the "mag" store alone and was very careful.  I would have died if
someone had seen me looking at naked men and getting turned on.
     That summer my older brother got out of the army.  
     Christopher and I were never really close since he had lived with Mom and
I had lived with Dad for many years after our parents got a divorce.  He was five
years older than me --- now twenty-three, with me eighteen.  I think he was
probably resentful of me since I had moved in with Mom while he was away. 
Dad had moved out of town and gotten remarried (again) and I was only sixteen
at the time, so Mom was kind of forced to take me in.  In fact, since Christopher
was gone, I was holed up in his old room and now that he was out of the army
he was stuck with staying downstairs in the guestroom.  Mom had said he could
move back in to the house for a while to save money while he went to school. 
Us kids were not the center of her life, to put it mildly.
     On the floor next to my futon there was an air vent.  The grating had been
taken off by a telephone installer right after I'd moved in, and Mom's pet cat had
crawled in to the vent.  Mother and I had worked for hours trying to get that
damned cat out.  I finally succeeded in seeing exactly where it was by putting a
twelve inch square mirror tile down at a bend in the vent.  (We'd just put some
mirror tiles up on the walls in the downstairs hall and this one was an extra.)  
     After we'd lured the cat out and I was putting everything away, I noticed
that I had a perfect view of the guest room if I left the mirror in the vent.  I not
only could see the guestroom bed perfectly, since the vent was right above it, but
I could also see almost the whole room and into the guest bath.
     I guess it was kind of a dumb thing to do, but I left the mirror in the vent. 
I even took the vent cover off in the guest room so there would be no little bars
to obstruct my view.  There was a bookcase shelf around the vent in the guest
room so it wasn't really noticeable.  I checked to see if anyone in the guest room
could see the mirror and know they were being watched, but if my room was dark
it was totally impossible to see anything in the murky vent tunnel.  
     I don't know why I did it.  I loved watching people but there was nobody
to watch since the guestroom hadn't been used in the two years I'd lived there. 
Mom's only friend in the world seemed to be her boyfriend and they'd been going
steady for almost six years --- always meeting at his place or going out of town. 

     So --- no guests in the guestroom.  That is, until Christopher came back
from the army and moved in.
     That reminded me of the vent.  I kept a big decorator pillow laying on top
of the hole in the floor in my room and piled some magazines on the pillow. 
(The vent was for heat, and it was summertime.)  When my room was dark and
the door was closed and locked, I could lay on my futon, remove the pillow, and
watch everything that happened in the guest room when the lights were on.  
     The army had really changed Christopher.  He had always been a real
beanpole --- very tall and thin, light skinned and blond haired.  Now he had some
meat on his six-foot-six-inch frame, and his skin was tanned, too --- except for a
narrow white band around his middle.  He wasn't real muscular like I was, but he
still looked great to a teenage male who hadn't seen enough bodies or cocks and
was really curious.
     I'll never forget the first time I saw Christopher naked through the vent. 
(After all, he was my first hero, but that was back when I was about six and he
was about eleven, just before our folks split up.)  He came home one night after
working out, stripped, took a shower, and then laid down on his bed bare assed
naked and started playing with himself.  The view was so good I could count the
short blond hairs on his stomach.  He got an erection and I saw his long, thin, cut
seven inch wiener in all it's glory for the first time, along with his big dangling
balls.  I thought I was going to see him jack off and have a perfect view of a cum
shot, but he got up after about five minutes of heavy self-fondling, made a phone
call to some guy (the way it sounded), dressed in tight jeans and a tank top, and
left.
     After he left I got up, stripped, looked in the mirror and jacked myself up
to a roaring hardon.  I compared what the mirror showed me with what I'd just
seen in the vent.  I was slightly shorter than Christopher --- about 6'4", but I was
much more muscular.  Even my cut cock was thicker, and --- maybe as much as
an inch longer.  I was very proud of my body.
     One other thing about the vent:  If sounds were made right on the guest
room bed I could even hear the slightest whisper.  It was harder to hear if
someone was across the room where the phone was.  Sounds from the guest
bathroom had to be pretty loud before I could hear what was being said there.
     I was feeling a little guilty about invading Christopher's privacy after that
first time, but that didn't stop me from locking myself in my room, turning off all
the lights, and watching when next I heard him come home in the evening.  A lot
of the watching was very boring.  You know --- him reading with his shorts on,
muffled phone conversations across the room, and watching him laying and
fondling himself while he was still dressed.
     My very best friend was named Brian.  He was my same age and was as
dark haired as I was blond.  We'd been tight ever since junior high --- playing
basketball together and swimming on the varsity teams.  Brian was about 5'10",
a bit more stocky and not quite as defined as I was, with dark brown eyes and
about six hard inches of circumsized prick I'd seen a few times.
     I often stayed over at his house, and he'd come over a lot to stay overnight
with me.  Sometimes --- at my house --- when we were on my futon together, we
hugged a little and even "accidentally" touched each other through our jockey
shorts.  This was very exciting and confusing to me.  It didn't seem to bother
Brian at all and we never discussed it.  After all --- I knew it was something two
guys in our society never did --- or ever talked about.  We only did it at my house
and not at his since, he said, sometimes other members of his family would come
into his room without knocking.
     Brian's sister Angela had gotten a crush on Christopher when she met him
while he was home on leave.  They'd dated a couple of times.  Nothing serious
but, she told Brian, they'd petted heavily.  She wasn't yet eighteen and
Christopher had said he was worried that she was "jailbait."  Angela was happy
that she'd turned eighteen at graduation time and had been looking forward to
Christopher getting out.  Brian said Angela was real loose and would get naked
and play around at the drop of a pin.  I was hoping to see Angela and Christopher
get it on.
     I had debated telling Brian about the vent.  He was my best friend, after
all, and I told him just about everything.  I decided against it.  We'd never even
been bold enough to talk about touching each other.  Yes, he was my best friend,
but I couldn't figure a way to have him spy on my brother with me.  I figured that
maybe he and Christopher might get to be friends someday, maybe get a little
drunk, and then Brian would tell him what I was doing.  So --- it was one more
secret I kept to myself.  
     Then, one night, Angela and Christopher had a date.  I'd gotten home from
being with Brian and was really feeling horny and guilty.  Mom was normally
gone every weekend night at her boyfriends place, but she was home that night
so I didn't dare have Brian in my room.  We'd gone to a movie, had joked around
and play-wrestled a bit and had "bumped" each other in some of the right places
in the car.  Brian and I had really not overtly done anything to each other, but a
few innocent touches from him and knowing that he'd gotten an erection while we
were playfully jabbing each other had set me off.  
     So I was laying naked on my futon jacking off when I heard a noise
downstairs.  I thought I'd see Christopher and Angela together, but it was only
Christopher.  I very carefully took the pillow away and leaned over the vent. 
Christopher had showered and was sitting at the desk across the room paging
through a magazine.  He was definitely naked, and I could see that he was
fondling himself.
     After a few minutes --- just when it was getting boring --- he stood up. 
His seven inch cannon was fully up and pointed directly at the vent for a moment
as he turned on his bedside light, moved over to turn off the desk light, and then
brought his magazine to the bed.
     It was well worth the wait.  What a show Christopher put on for his little
brother.  The cover of the magazine said, "Hustler", and he was intent on a picture
inside I couldn't see.  He began stroking his bursting pointer.  I saw new veins in
his cock I'd never seen before, and I also saw how crimson and swollen his
bulbous cockhead got.  It was totally different looking from when it was soft.  I
was mesmerized!
     After a while he laid the magazine beside his naked body on the bed so
that he could use both hands on himself.  Now, I could see what he was looking
at.  Wow!  A guy and girl were getting it on and you could see the guy's hard
dick really good.  
     Christopher's hands were flying.  Sometimes he'd jack his bursting cock
with both hands --- sometimes he'd use only one as the other went from his
nipples, over his stomach, to his balls and between his legs.  It was a terrific
lesson on how to pleasure yourself and I doubt that I even blinked once for the ten
or fifteen minutes that Christopher put on his show.  Fuck --- I barely even
breathed!
     Most of the time he laid on his back, but for a couple of minutes he had
rolled over and I watched the muscles of his ass flex as he fucked the bed.  For
a few moments he'd reached behind himself and slipped a finger up and down
deep in his ass-crack.  It was obvious he'd even slipped it inside for a minute. 
     Neat Trick!  I'd never thought of doing that!  
     In the final moments before his explosion, Christopher had returned to his
back and spread his long legs wide apart.  His knees were as far apart as they
could get.  The hand that had been running over his body slipped down between
his legs and it was obvious that he was finger-fucking his own asshole again as
he pounded his cock with his other hand.  As I watched I couldn't help but
constantly notice the Hustler picture of the guy with the hard on and his girl.
     Then --- Christopher shot his wad!  
     His body raised way up off the bed and his breathing got really labored. 
His hands were flying.  He moaned loudly --- used a few loudly whispered "holy
shit's" and "oh, god's", and then his spunk began to fly.  Christopher's chest ---
the magazine --- the bed, and even his forehead --- all covered with his rich
pearly-white cream.  Just after he came, my own flying hands produced the same
results in my sheets.  I shuddered, moaned, and joined him in ecstasy a vent away.
     I carefully and quietly replaced the pillow over the vent.  I laid back on
the futon and relived what I'd seen as I pounded my everhard prick again.  I tried
probing my asshole for the first time in my life and, after a while, discovered all
kinds of new sensations.  I hoped Christopher (and my mother in the next room,
for that matter) were too tired to notice the moans and other sounds of passion I
involuntarily made as I experienced my second orgasm in less than fifteen
minutes.
     Startling changes began to happen in my life after that.  I was so turned
on and so hungry for sex that I began coming on to my buddy Brian a little
stronger in lots of subtle ways.  You know... just touchy, slightly mushy stuff, all
of which Brian seemed to like and gave back in equal measure.  AND --- Ron, the
recently divorced mid-twenties carpenter who lived across the street, began to hang
out with Christopher.
     It was kind of strange.  Ron had known Christopher for a lot of years
(since junior high school) but they hadn't seemed to pay any attention to each
other.  Ron's divorce (the talk of our catty little neighborhood) was just final a
few weeks before and he had started taking some college classes.  Christopher and
Ron were now in the same one-night-a-week "bonehead English" class and they
also bumped in to each other at the gym.  
     Ron was "studly", as Brian's sister Angela had said.  All the girls in town
talked about him.  I had watched him like a hawk since I'd moved in with mom. 
He was my teenage definition of "god."  Every once in a while he'd even notice
me, grin, and say, "How you doin', Doug?"  He was almost as tall as I was, dark
haired, unusually handsome, very athletic, and very muscular from daily visits
with the weights and lots of carpenter work.  
     He wasn't like those freaks in the muscle contests, but he was perfectly
proportioned in that flawless way that women (and eighteen year old guys who
liked men) really dig.  I'd never seen him completely naked, but I'd seen him a
lot in his summer carpenter uniform --- cut-off blue jeans with a good sized bulge
in front, and no shirt.  He always seemed to wear only the minimum clothing for
a situation, and whatever he wore usually fit like a glove.  I'd also been to the
lake and had seem him there, too --- always wearing only really small swimmers
Speedo's.  
     Well --- since Ron knew exactly how to work out with the weights,
Christopher asked him for help getting buffed.  So --- all of a sudden they were
spending a lot of time together every day --- at school, and the gym.
     And then --- one night --- at home!
     Brian and I had stopped at McDonalds and had goofed around together a
little bit playing wrestler grab ass in the car on the way home.  Mom was home
and packing for another long weekend trip with her boyfriend so Brian didn't go
to my room and we didn't get to try anything else.  Brian only stayed with me in
the living room for about five minutes and then he split.  
     When Christopher got home he and I talked for a few minutes out by the
garage and then Ron came across the street to see him.  "Hey, Doug, how's it
hangin'?", he said.  "Great, Ron.  You doin' good?"  He just smiled, playfully
kneaded my neck with his hand a couple of times as we walked together toward
the house, and then he went inside with Christopher.  Christopher changed and
they went to the gym while I did some laundry.  
     A couple of hours later I was watching the tube in my room and about to
go to sleep when I heard noises downstairs in the guestroom.  I shut off the TV
and the lights and carefully uncovered the vent.  Christopher was stripping off his
workout shorts and Ron was in the shower.  As I waited and watched, Ron got out
of the shower and Christopher got in.  Ron dried off in the bathroom so I could
only get a long shot look at his body and that big cock I'd heard so much about.
     Ron came into the guestroom and sat on the bed.  He laid the towel across
his lap so not much of him showed.  He picked up Ron's "Hustler" and began
paging through it.  He kept adjusting the towel every time he turned a page, so I
guessed that he'd gotten a hard on.  Christopher came in to the room while still
drying himself.  He looked at Ron and the magazine.  He sat on the bed a
respectable distance away from Ron to finish drying himself.
     I could hear every word.  Ron said, "Geez --- some of these women are
real pigs."  Christopher was still drying his hair.  "Yeah --- that Hustler's a real
bore."  It was silent for a minute while Ron turned pages.  "My old lady wouldn't
let me keep any shit like this in the house.  She was really bugged by anything
sexy."  
     Christopher had laid his towel over his lap, too.  "I always thought I'd be
really happy when I got married," Christopher said.  Ron laughed, "So did I. 
What a laugh.  Think about it, Chris --- you know any guy our age who like's
bein' married?  I can't think of one."  Christopher looked thoughtful, then shook
his head.  "I don't know of anyone.  Jimmy Bielen, maybe."  Ron smirked.  "Man
---Jimmy's only happy 'cause he's dumber n' shit.  If he'd wake up and see that
three of his so-called friends are bangin' his old lady, too --- he'd freak!"
     The conversation seemed to turn totally to sex.  As long as they sat on the
bed I didn't miss a word.  Ron's terrible marriage was the subject for a few
minutes.  Ron said they only had sex about once a week after the wedding, even
though she'd put out a lot while they were dating.  
     Then I heard all about his new roommate being a real ass and having his
girl over all the time.  "Geez, man --- she's a real trip.  A little broad in the ass
but still not paper bag material.  Every time I go home she's naked and they're
about to fuck on the couch.  They get all shook when I show up, so I tell Frank
to use his room.  Next night when I come home she's naked and they're doin' it
on the couch again.  I don't feel like bringing anyone home anymore, and --- fuck,
man --- it's my own god damned house.  All I wanted was a little rent money now
that Alice is gone but I guess I'm gonna have to throw old Frankie-baby and his
broad out."  
     Ron turned the last few pages of the magazine without really looking at
them.  "Chris," he said, "never get married, man.  It just ain't worth it.  Even
gettin' a piece of ass on a date is a big head trip now."  He thought about what
he'd said for a few moments, looking disgusted.  I was getting bored.
     When Ron tossed the magazine to the bedside table his towel slipped away
and I could see his large, half hard cock really well.  It was a real beauty!  Very
thick, circumsized, straight as an arrow, and laying over two very large balls in
a low hanging bag.  If Christopher had seven inches and I was about an inch
bigger, then I'd guess Ron must have close to nine when it got hard --- and they
were thick inches, too.  I saw Christopher steal a few glances at Ron's lap, too. 
"Ah, if you want a little buzz, I got a bottle of vodka stashed over in the desk. 
Good stuff, too."  Ron leaned back against the headboard.  "No mix --- just
straight vodka?"  I could see more of his awesome torso with the broad, thick
chest and the washboard stomach, and I know Christopher didn't miss it either.  
     Ron had a little rose tattoo right next to his pubic hair on his right thigh. 
A few times his big dangling cock flopped over that way and "kissed" the tattoo. 
Christopher said, "Got water in the bathroom.  No ice, though."  Christopher got
up and went to the desk.  He'd left his towel behind and his bare ass was in plain
view.  Ron said, "Your back's getting more cut, Chris.  Ass is tighter, too.  I think
the workout's are really startin' to show."  Christopher took out the bottle and
turned around.  His cock was full but not hard.  Ron said, "I think your chest's
a little bigger, too, don't you?"  Christopher nodded.  "Un-huh."  
     He returned to the bed with the bottle and two small paper cups.  "I started
drinkin' this shit when I heard that beer gives you a big gut," Christopher said.  
Ron casually ran his hand over his thigh on the way to scratching his balls.   His
cock kind of flopped over from one thigh to another, again "kissing" the rose.  As
Christopher filled the two cups Ron watched him.  "All the other nail bangers I
work with drink beer, but you're right --- you can't do it if you're workin' out. 
I haven't had a beer in two years."
     Christopher sat on the bed in a different position after handing Ron one of
the cups.  "You're gut's really tight, Ron.  You got the best abs I've seen at the
gym, too."  Ron ran his hand up over his stomach muscles, looking down at
himself.  Christopher and Ron were closer together and neither one was bothering
to cover up anymore.  Ron took the cup, bumped it lightly against Christopher's,
as if about to make a toast, and then took a careful sip.  "Whew.  Pretty potent!",
Ron said.  He licked his lips.  Ron moved himself to a different position, turning
slightly on his side.  It almost seemed like he was posing his awesome body by
the way he laid across the bed.  
     I was really turned on by Ron's deep tan and the band of pure white across
his middle caused by the small Speedo's he always wore to the lake.  It really
highlighted the little tattoo.  
     After he moved, almost automatically Ron's hand adjusted his balls and
moved his big enlarged wang.  It put his naked midsection a lot closer to
Christopher who'd just leaned back on an elbow.  Ron asked, "How you like my
new tattoo?"  Christopher seemed a little nervous as he looked directly at Ron's
crotch.  "Nice!", he said, "You just got it?"  Ron put his hand to it and looked
down.  "I got one that had a little heart with an arrow and said 'Alice' a couple
years ago, so I had to have this one to cover the old one when we split."  Ron
bent forward and looked closely at his new tattoo.  "See, Chris.  If you look close
you can see where the heart was --- see," and he pointed as Christopher leaned
forward, "this is the arrow point ---  this is the top of the 'A', for Alice."
     Christopher seemed very interested and got much closer to see.  My damn
brother must have had bad eyes.  Even I could see from where I was.  Ron said,
"The guy said that after a while the old one will disappear."  Christopher stayed
pretty close and continued looking.  He asked, "Didn't it hurt?"  Ron's hand went
to his big floppy sausage at the thought.  "Actually, it hurt like hell but at the
same time it was a real turn on, too.  I had a hard on most of the time when he
was doing it."  My brother looked a little startled and said, "Really?"
     I got startled by mom's phone ringing.  Since it rang downstairs, too, 
Christopher also jumped a little but Ron didn't seem to notice.  He continued
fondling his slowly expanding organ with one hand as he sipped the vodka with
the other.   I figured he must be fully hard since it was difficult to believe that the
stunning log could get any bigger.   "Seems like everything is a turn on to me. 
Especially since Alice split," Ron said.  He turned even more toward Christopher,
still fondling himself and his voice was a little more personal.  "God, Chris,  it's
like I'm horny all day long, you know?  Sometimes I jack off three --- four times
a day!"  Christopher was clearly getting a hard on.  He was also nervous.  "Yeah,
I know.  I'm the same way," he said.  He emptied his cup.
     Ron saw Christopher's expanding cock.  "You got good privacy here,
Chris?  I ain't got none at home anymore since I got the fuckin' roommate." 
Christopher rolled on his stomach and looked at Ron.  "Mom's gone most the time
at her boyfriend's, but she's home tonight.  She's never come in here."  Ron
looked at Christopher.  "How come you rolled over, Chris?  You were gettin' a
hard on, but that's great.  Proves everything's workin' good.  Don't need to hide
around me.  I ain't in to hidin' and I'm gettin' one, too --- as you can see!"
     Christopher paused and then rolled to his back.  He definitely was as hard
as a rock.  Ron was still fondling himself and was fully hard, too.  Just as Ron
started saying something there was a light knock on my door.  
     I almost shit!  
     I was under the covers so I only had to quickly slip the pillow over the
vent.  "Ah, come in," I said.  I acted like I'd just woke up.  Mom opened the door
and a shaft of light from the hall crossed my futon.  She was in silhouette.  "Sorry
to wake you, Douglas, but Armando wants me to leave tonight."  She cleared her
throat, as I rubbed my eyes and said, "It's okay.  Is --- is there a problem?"   Her
voice was low.  "No.  No problem.  We're going to Miami and he got us on the
cheaper red-eye flight tonight.  I'll be back late Monday night."  She asked if I'd
be sure to feed Tiger (the cat from the vent episode) every day and I said I would. 
"Well --- okay, Douglas --- goodbye."  I saw her turn and noticed a big suitcase
in the hall.  "Have a good time, mom.  I'll take care of everything."  
     She always left food money in the kitchen so I didn't ask.  No hug, kiss
or "I love you."  That wasn't mom's style.  I guess she saved all that stuff for her
beloved Armando.
     I waited until she got out of the house and I heard the garage door close
before I dared slip the pillow from the vent hole.  Ron was up and quickly
dressing.  Christopher was talking.  "--- for the weekend, I'm sure.  She's goin'
out of town."  Ron sat on the edge of the bed to put his sneakers on.  He seemed
a bit apprehensive.  "Maybe we get together tomorrow night, okay?  We'll work
out, grab some dinner, maybe pick up a video.  Will Doug be in the way?" 
Christopher was still naked, sitting on the bed.  He seemed a bit surprised.
     "She'll be gone in a minute, Ron.  You don't need to split."  Ron glanced
toward the closed guest room door.  "Naw, she might forget something and come
back.  We been drinkin' and she'll smell it."  He stood up, adding, "It's cool,
Chris.  Tomorrow night.  Maybe an X video.  Maybe I'll stay over, if it's okay
with you."  Christopher brightened.  "Cool --- yeah, that'd be cool.  Doug never
comes in here.  He'll probably be out with Brain anyway."   Geez, I was
surprised.  I had no idea he knew Brian and I were friends --- or about when I
came and went.  You can be sure I was planning on being home the next night.
     I was antsy all the next day.  I had to work for a few hours, and when I
was sitting around the pizza joint waiting for an order to deliver I got an idea.  I
looked up at the surveillance video camera mounted on the wall.  All of a sudden
I remembered that we had an old color camera that went with the small VCR I
used in my room.  It was about eight years old and something on it was broken,
but I thought I remembered that it still got a good picture.  I could hardly wait to
get home.
     Christopher was home taking a nap.  I had to be really quiet looking
through all the closets and drawers to find the damn camera, and then I had to
wait until he left so I could try it.  When we bought the little camera-recorder
(before the divorce), it was the latest rage.  Stereo sound and everything.  But ---
it wasn't a camcorder like everyone had now.  This one was actually in three
pieces.  The camera had a long cable that went to the recorder which, in turn, was
hooked to the tuner.  If you wanted to record somewhere else you put batteries in
and left the tuner home, but you could hook up the whole thing, play tapes or
record off the air, and if you wanted to use the camera live you just flipped one
switch.  Like I said, I'd been using the recorder/player and tuner in my room as
a VCR for my TV set.
     I plugged it all together and, wa-laa --- it worked. 
     Christopher finally split for somewhere.  (I should tell you why I call him
Christopher and he calls me Douglas.  Both mother and father were really sticklers
for using full names and not nicknames.  All through my life, if I had ever called
him just "Chris" I would have been in deep shit.)  While he was gone I opened
up my vent and set up the camera inside it.  I had to take off the viewfinder and
set up the whole thing wrapped in a big old towel, but it worked.  Perfectly!
     I adjusted the zoom so I'd get a close up of the bed and cut out the rest of
the room.  After a few minutes I got the whole thing set up so that the picture was
flawless.  I went down to the guestroom to be sure you couldn't see anything. 
Good thing I did.  There was a little flashing red recording light on the camera. 
I put tape over it, then re-wrapped the blanket around it just in case the tape came
off.  I reset the whole thing until it was perfect again.  I could actually lay on my
futon and watch everything that happened in the guestroom on my 27" screen
zoomed in up close, even in full color and stereo sound.
     I tested everything again, then unhooked the camera cord and curled it up
down in the vent and replaced the pillow.  
     Brian and I went to a late afternoon movie.  I was really jittery and Brian
noticed.  I lied about having to do something with my brother that night, just to
be sure Brian wouldn't be around.  He seemed a little hurt.  It dawned on me that
I could videotape whatever happened, so I picked up a three pack of "Extra High
Grade" tapes at the video store.  
     When Ron and Christopher went to the gym that night I double-checked
my set up and turned on an extra light in the guest room.  I was sure Christopher
wouldn't notice.  I taped a little and played it back.  Great quality!  
     It seemed like forever before they came back.  Actually, it was about ten-
thirty.  I locked my bedroom door, stripped, laid down on my futon and turned
on the TV.  Someone was in the shower.  I'd only watched for about a minute
when there was a knock on my door.  I was really shocked.  I flipped the switch
from "camera" to "TV" on the way to the door.  Christopher was there.
     "You're in the sack early," he said.  "Yeah --- I, ah --- I got a headache." 
He looked at me and in to the room.  That's when I realized I was totally naked
and had a half-erection.  "Listen, Douglas," he said, "I'm gonna have a --- you
know --- a little party in my room tonight.  Maybe some chicks.  Probably Ron's
comin' over.  Do me a favor, okay?  Don't go in my room."  I shrugged.  "I'm
about to knock off the TV and hit it, Christopher.  Don't worry, it's cool.  I never
go into your place anyway --- you know that."  He smiled, glancing again at my
body.  Then he turned and walked away.  I carefully locked the door.
     I waited a minute before turning on the camera again.  The picture was
great and the sound was as clear as a bell.  I started recording.  Christopher was
saying, "--- probably couldn't get a date.  He's up there fisting his sausage.  He's
going to go to sleep.  Says he has a headache."  Ron was just finishing drying his
back.  He sat down on the bed and the towel went on the floor.  His body looked
absolutely terrific on the big screen.  "He wouldn't come in here if the house was
on fire,"  Christopher said as he pulled off his pants.  Ron looked at him, then
leaned back and brushed his cock to the side with his hand.  He had a small
plastic squeeze bottle of some kind of stuff in his other hand.  "It's just that you
don't have any locks on this room," he said.  Christopher finally kicked off his
bikini briefs.
     Ron flipped opened the bottle-top.  It was "Aloe Vera Lotion."  The picture
was so good you could almost read the small print on the bottle.  The close up
view was terrific on the big screen --- especially when Ron started rubbing the
lotion in to his tattoo.  I watched as his partial erection jiggled each time he
rubbed hard on the little rose. 
     Christopher openly watched.  "It still hurt?"  Ron looked up from his work. 
"Naw!  I'm just tryin' to blend in the ink.  The more I rub it the more the ink
spreads and the 'Alice' one won't show."  Christopher watched a moment more,
then turned and went into the bathroom.  
     I could hear the shower running.  Ron's hands moved over his cock and
balls and his cock got fully hard really fast.  He began jacking off, very slow, long
strokes, moving a thumb down the top side of his big beautiful boner while he
pulled on the head with his other hand.  Ron moved his whole body, twisting and
turning with great sensuality.  He surely knew how to handle himself!
     I couldn't believe the view I had.  I leaned back on my futon and joined
him.  I tried to do it as Ron was doing it, my fingers moving over my own
erection as I watched him contorting live and in color on the big TV.  I didn't
have to worry about noises since I could now keep the pillow over the vent. 
Besides, the towel wrapped around the camera was an extra sound block, too.  As
I fondled myself and watched Ron, I wondered what would happen.  The whole
thing about locked doors was strange.  I did everything to myself exactly as I saw
Ron doing it to himself as I watched him.  It was better than my old ways of
jacking off... possibly just because it was new.
     When Christopher got out of the shower Ron moved his hands to his chest
and stomach.  He cocked a knee to the side, almost as if to display himself more
completely.  Ron had a throbbing erection and his cock was impressively big and
thick.  Christopher walked in to view, still drying himself.  "Want me to get out
the bottle?"  "Sure, man.  But you might want to be careful.  I'm so damned
horny that I might be dangerous with a buzz," Ron said.
     Chris went to the desk, out of the picture.  When he came back into view
he had the vodka bottle and two more little cups.  He'd also left the towel
someplace and I saw his dangling cock --- partially erect.  Christopher sat down
on the bed and opened the bottle, stealing glances at Ron's big erection.  Ron's
hands now moved a little lower, too, and soon he was back to fondling himself. 
Not really stroking, but definitely caressing his hardness.   Ron's voice was a little
lower.  "You ever get lonely, Chris?  I never see you datin'.  I heard Angela had
the hots for you."  
     Christopher handed Ron a cup and poured him a drink.  His voice seemed
a little hoarse.  Again he looked at Ron's body, and then quickly looked away. 
"Angela's not my type, man.  No sense in getting involved if you know is isn't
going to work."  Ron took a sip.  His other hand continued caressing his cock and
balls, slipping between his legs.  Christopher's cock was clearly expanding as he
sat on the bed.  "Looks like you've got the horn's, too," Ron said.  He emptied
the little cup and set it down.  
     Christopher seemed really nervous.  He glanced down at his swelling
sword.  "I --- I, ah --- guess I'm really --- I, ah --- really do have the horn's,
alright."  Ron picked up the bottle of lotion, squirted some in his hand, and
handed the bottle to Christopher.  "Here, man.  This stuff helps."  Christopher
took the bottle and just sat there.  Ron started lovingly rubbing the handful of
lotion on his big throbbing prick as Christopher helplessly watched.  Ron started
first on the big cockhead, then massaged the lotion down the swollen shaft.  It
became a two-handed experience as he ran his lubed fingers down into his
asscrack, too.
     Ron looked at my brother.  "Would it bug you if I jacked off?  I gotta get
rid of a load."  Christopher seemed almost speechless.  He hadn't touched himself,
but his long pointer was sticking straight up and pointing at his navel.  "Ah, no ---
no, it's okay," he responded.  "I could go into the bathroom and close the door,
Chris,"  Ron said, still rubbing the lotion into his now gleaming cock and balls. 
Christopher was visably shaken by the suggestion (as was I).  "No --- it's fine. 
Do it here."  
     Ron adjusted his body a bit and now a knee was touching Christopher's
side.  He was really spread out on the bed now, with his oily parts in perfect view
for both of us.  His voice was low. "I figured everybody fuckin' does it, ya know. 
You look like you need it, too."  Ron patted the bed beside him and then touched
Christopher's thigh.  "Come on, lay down and join me.  If we're both doin' it at
the same time --- then I won't feel like I'm buggin' you."
     Christopher slowly moved around and laid back beside Ron.  He was still
holding the lotion bottle in one hand.  Since Ron was taking up more than his half
of the bed, Ron's knee still touched Christopher's hip and Christopher looked very
petrified.   
     Ron rubbed himself some more and then got slightly up on one elbow.  He
looked at Christopher.  "Chris, borrow me that lotion, okay?  I need some more." 
Christopher handed Ron the bottle and Ron popped the top.  He squirted himself
another handful and then reached across and wiped the handful off right across the
underside of Christopher's throbbing cock.  Ron actually touched Christopher's
cock in the process.  Mine throbbed in my hand.  "There.  The stuff makes ya
tingle a little.  You'll love it."  Ron filled his hand up again and rubbed it on
himself.  
     Christopher slowly began rubbing the oil in with one hand, touching
himself very lightly.  His eyes were glued on Ron's actions.  I was rubbing my
rock solid cock too as I watched, wishing for some of that "tingly" lotion.
     Ron took another handful of lotion and put it on Christopher's cock again. 
"Here, man --- let go and have a good time."  Then, Ron began to massage the
stuff in to Christopher's cock and balls himself. 
     Wow!  I was shocked!  
     Christopher's hands fell to his sides and he just laid there.  Ron did exactly
to Christopher what he'd been doing to himself.  "Feels better when someone else
does it, don't you think?"   Christopher had kind of a panicked look on his face
and just mumbled, "Un-huh."
     Ron slipped his oily hand under Christopher's balls.  I was surprised when
Christopher immediately spread his knee to the side to accommodate Ron's
fingers.  Ron was up on an elbow as he reached to handle Christopher's body. 
Their eyes met.  "Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"  Christopher
nodded.  
     Ron continued massaging the long, hard erection for a minute and I could
see Christopher's body instinctive contracting.  "You want me to stop?", Ron
asked.  Christopher paused, then shook his head.  Ron shifted position a little,
saying,  "If you want I can turn so you can do me too at the same time."  Their
eyes met again.  Christopher finally nodded, and Ron turned around on the bed
so that their crotches were close to each other's face in a semi sixty-nine position.
     Ron continued massaging the plentiful lotion supply into Christopher's
cock.   His hands would slip over the plum, then slide down the shaft, move over
the balls, and then slip into the asscrack.  Christopher again bent a leg to provide
better access, and his hand moved to touch Ron's huge equipment.  At first
Christopher touched like Ron's throbbing lance was fine China, but soon he was
starting to use both hands and following Ron's lead.
     Well --- I couldn't handle it any more.  Actually, as I'd watched, I'd
handled "it" too much and I shot a huge gooey load of jism into a sock.  My
attention was distracted for a short while as I experienced my tumultuous orgasm,
but then the sounds from the TV brought me back to the wild show.
     Both were now jacking the other off with both hands, one working up and
down the other's hard shaft and the other moving around over balls and assholes. 
They were both breathing hard.  Ron gasped, "Man, stick you're fuckin' finger in,
Chris.  Geez your touch feels good!"  It was clear they were both jacking and
finger fucking each other, and I knew they were both getting really worked up. 
Christopher leaned against Ron and kissed his hip not far from the tattoo.  That
drew my full attention, since he had been so hesitant about everything just a few
minutes before. 
     I watched the two very handsome, muscular bodies writhe in unbelievable
ecstasy.  Christopher bent forward and kissed Ron's hip again, this time sticking
out his tongue to lick almost exactly on the tattoo.  Ron's voice was hoarse. "Fuck
me, Chris.  Use those fuckin' fingers.  Go deeper!  Oh, god, stroke that cock." 
It was clear that they were both ramming fingers deeply in to each other as their
hands stroked each other's rigid cocks in unison.
     Christopher was first.  Without warning his cock shot wads of creamy cum
all over, even hitting Ron in the face and chest.  Ron rolled slightly to his back
and Christopher, after unintentionally pausing in his labors while his explosion
occurred, began again to stroke Ron's throbbing pole.  His fingers began again to
work more deeply into Ron's asshole.  And then, it was Ron's turn.
     Everything happened very quickly.  Ron's body thrashed around on the bed
like he was totally out of control.  His moans and words were so loud I turned
down the volume on the TV.  Then, spunk flew everywhere!  Ron's whole body
went rigid and raised way off the bed.  He let go of his cock as it fired it's
volleys.  At every shot the big cannon raised way up off of Ron's belly and pulsed
as his huge balls tightened up to the base of the thick pole.  As he thrashed around
his hand instinctively moved back over Christopher's body, stroking my brothers
still erect pointer.
     Well --- I did it again, too!  I was so surprised by my own explosion that
I didn't have time to find a sock.  I again glued my body, the pillowcase, and the
sheets with my hot cum.
     When I returned my attention to the TV screen, Ron was gone and
Christopher was using a towel to wipe their combined cum off himself and his
surroundings.  I could hear the shower running.  After he'd finished cleaning up 
Christopher laid back on the bed and again began caressing his still erect lance. 
It was obvious he was feeling no pain.
     The shower water stopped running and Christopher stopped fondling
himself.  I was a little surprised when, after a few seconds, he started again and
was fairly actively fisting his cock when Ron walked back in the room.  I heard
him before he came into view.  "Hey --- still got the horns, huh Chris?" 
Christopher stopped stroking, but continued to fondle himself.  He looked up and
smiled, "They say, if it feels good --- do it.  And, it feels good!"
     Ron came into the picture laying down beside Christopher.   "I've gotten
so I don't like jackin' off all that much.  Someone else's hand or mouth is so
much fuckin' better."  Christopher nodded, starting to get up.  "I'm all skuzzy. 
Better get my shower."  Ron just laid back with his hands behind his head staring
at the ceiling.  His cock seemed totally soft.
     I busied myself with a little clean up of my own.  I unwrapped a second
videotape in case anything more happened.  I knew I still had about forty-five
minutes of recording time on the tape that was running, but I didn't want to miss
a beat if they were going to do something else.
     Christopher came back in the room and picked up the vodka bottle from
the bedside table.  "Forget those silly cups, man.  We can just take swigs from the
bottle," Ron said.  So they laid back, side by side, passing the bottle back and
forth.  Ron got up on one elbow again, looking at Christopher.  "Ya know, Chris
--- when we were in high school I thought you were real stuck up.  Maybe I've
changed --- maybe you've changed --- maybe it's both of us.  Now, since Alice
and I split the sheets, you're my best friend."  
     Their eyes met.  Christopher took another short swig, started to hand the
bottle to Ron, then --- when Ron gave a "no" hand signal --- he set it down. 
"Yeah, man --- thanks for your help workin' out and stuff.  I've never had a
friend like you."  They looked at each other.  Ron put a hand lightly on
Christopher's thigh.  I watched as both of their cocks began to slowly grow,
changing position and inching toward a solid state.  Christopher touched Ron's
arm lightly.  Their eyes seemed locked on each other.
     Geez --- they'd both blown a big wad and I thought it was over.  Now I
realized that there was going to be a second act.  I had to shut off the TV long
enough to run down the hall and take a leak.  (The recorder kept running so I
could review anything I might miss.)  I was as quiet and as quick as I could be,
dousing myself with a little water and quickly wiping with a towel to get some of
the leftovers of my pleasuring off my body.
     When I turned on the TV again, Ron had his hand tenderly placed on
Christopher's shoulder.  Christopher was idly slipping his hand over Ron's
muscular arm.  Nothing was being said.  After a moment, Christopher raised up
and initiated an embrace.  Wow!  The guy who had been so slow and tentative ---
my macho brother who called half the guys in the world a "faggot" --- old
Christopher now had a stone-like hard on and was in a very sexy clinch with the
macho, big cocked carpenter dude from across the street.  They hugged harder,
hands now moving over backs, heads on each others shoulders, faces pressed
cheek to cheek.
     Christopher rolled on top.  Their bodies were now cock-to-cock and the
hug was progressing to something very sexual.  Ron lifted up Christopher's head
and they faced each other, inches apart.  Then --- they kissed on the lips,
tentatively at first, and then becoming more and more passionate.  I saw
Christopher's naked buns flex.  That turned into some mutual humping as their
bodies ground together along with their lips.  No words now.  I heard only heavy
breathing through my TV speakers.
     God, I thought --- this time it's getting damn serious.  I'd thought of
actually kissing Brian a little when I was dreaming about cuddling with him, but
I'd never considered the french-type, tongue and lip sucking stuff I was now
watching.  Passions were rapidly building.
     Christopher began licking Ron's face and neck.  Ron's hands were slipping
up and down Christopher's back and often squeezing his ass cheeks.  Their bodies
were flexing as they dry humped each other harder.  Christopher began kissing
Ron's shoulders.  Only a few seconds later he moved lower and, when his head
turned from side to side, I could see his long tongue flicking Ron's hard nipples.
     Ron just laid there, taking it, moving his body with the humping motions
of my brother and absently running his hands over Christopher's back and flexing
buns.  Sometimes he'd lift his head to watch Christopher, but then he'd lay it back
down and look at the ceiling --- very near the vent.  Christopher was getting more
excited and liberated.  His body slipped lower on Ron's beautiful frame, his cock
now down between Ron's legs.  He moved from licking and sucking Ron's nipples
to licking each ridge of the washboard stomach.  Chris often rolled his head from
side to side, brushing his cheek against Ron's hot flesh and sticking his tongue out
as far as he could.
     I wasn't so stupid that I didn't know what I was about to witness.  My
hands were again sliding and tugging at my swollen meat.  My brain was about
two minutes ahead of my brother's actions.  I never dreamed when I set up the
camera that I'd see something this wild.  I was so close to another eruption that
I willed myself to stop jacking off.  The idea that my own very masculine older
brother was actually about to suck another guy's cock was beyond my wildest
dreams.
     It did take about two minutes, and then Christopher's mouth finally found
Ron's long, thick and very turgid sausage.  He lifted it with one hand, held the
throbbing member at its base, and stuck his tongue way out again.  Slowly he
circled round and round the huge, bloated corona, touching it with just the tip of
his tongue.  Then he licked up and down the thick cockstem, even going below
to lick Ron's bulky ballsack.  When he moved back up the cockstem it was now
his whole mouth doing the work and not just his tongue.  Christopher nipped and
sucked the ridges of Ron's pulsing pole, slowly moving back up to the huge
scarlet knob.  
     Christopher had definitely taken charge.  He was in an uncomfortable
position so he moved down so that his ass was over the edge of the bed. He was
between Ron's legs and pulled Ron's body down to where he needed it.  One of
Ron's legs was cocked to the side and Ron laid it over Christopher's back.   One
of Christopher's hands was working over Ron's balls and the other was lightly
slipping over his washboard stomach and sometimes moving to hold the stem of
Ron's weapon.  
     And --- Christopher's mouth had now slipped over Ron's massive
cockhead.  His head was beginning to bob up and down on Ron's thick organ as
his lips slipped down the staff.  I was very surprised that my brother could
actually get his mouth over the big thing so quickly.  There were no sounds of
gagging to be heard --- only the heaving breathing and slurping noises as
Christopher sucked Ron's huge lance.
     Ron was up on his elbows watching Christopher work.  Once in a while
a few hoarse words could be heard.  They all came from Ron, since ours was a
very proper family and we were taught not to talk with our mouth full.  "Oooh,
baby --- it feels fuckin' awesome."  "Holy shit, man --- oooh, god ---!" 
Christopher's head was really moving.  I guessed that the hand that had been
working on Ron's balls had slipped into his asscrack.  My first clue was Ron's
words, "Fuck, man --- use them fuckin' fingers --- go deeper."  Ron was also
beginning to squirm a bit, as if the sensations were beginning to get to him.
     I briefly wondered how I could use my newfound knowledge.  My brother
was obviously an experienced and very accomplished cocksucker, and our
handsome, virile, muscular neighbor looked like he wanted to have his ass fucked. 
That was something I'd heard about but had never even dreamed of experiencing
--- either as giver or receiver.
     Oh, shit!  The tape ran out.  I quickly popped the used one from the
recorder and put the fresh tape in.  I'm sure I didn't miss more than twenty
seconds of action.  Good thing, too --- because it was building quickly.
     "Fuck, man --- I'm gonna cum," Ron whispered loudly.  He'd laid back so
that his hands could go to Christopher's head, shoulders, and back.  Christopher
was working feverishly, his body also thrashing around in the euphoria of the
experience.  Ron began to buck.  "Chris, baby --- I'm cumming.  Oh god!" 
Christopher worked even harder and faster.  Ron's body seemed out of control. 
I saw the beautiful stomach muscles contracting violently.  And then, even though
Christopher's mouth still covered Ron's organ, I knew that the giant cock had
begun a tumultuous discharge.  The two bodies bounced together in the wonderful
rhythm of sexual ecstasy, with Ron "oooh'ing" and "aw-ing,"  and Christopher
making loud slurping and sucking sounds.
     They both slowly stopped their violent movements.  Christopher's head
stopped bucking up and down.  He licked Ron's cock and sucked it dry as he
began lifting his head up.  Christopher gave the super sensitized ruby red cockhead
a few last light laps before it slipped from his lips.  He was so spent that he laid
his head on the rose tattoo for a moment to catch his breath.
     Ron reached down and pulled Christopher up beside him.  They just
hugged for a long time, during which I allowed my hands to return to their loving
work on my own cock.  I laid back, started jacking furiously with both hands and
was close to another massive orgasm when I began to hear words from the TV
speaker.  I stopped.
     Ron had kissed Christopher on the lips.  There faces were close so their
whispers were soft and low.  I may have missed some words.  Ron grinned at my
brother, running his hands tenderly over Christopher's shoulder.  "You've been
holdin' out on me, Chris.  This ain't your first time."  Christopher grinned, still
a little shy, I thought.  "Not yours either, baby."  They kissed again --- light and
easy.  They didn't break for about a minute and I knew that tongues were
searching each others mouths.  I was about to return to my own private joy when
I heard them talking some more.  "I was on leave," Chris was saying, his voice
very low.  "My buddy an' I got drunk.  We rented a motel room with just one
bed.  That was the first time.  We did it more on weekends when we were sober. 
It was better than when I was dating girls back home.  I never knew such feelings. 
Women have been such a god-dammed struggle to me --- I guess I'm gay."
     Ron ran his hands over Christopher's back.  "Fuck labels," Ron said.  "I
know touchin' you is better than any old lady I've ever been with.  What you just
did was the best, most sensational fuckin' blow job I could ever even imagine. 
And --- hell, Chris --- we understand each other more than a chick would
understand us."  Their faces were almost touching.  I had to strain to hear their
words.  Ron continued, "Like --- right now I'm wonderin' if you got off this time,
too.  A chick wouldn't fuckin' care, you know?"  Christopher nodded.  After a
moment Ron asked, "Well --- you get your rocks off or not?"  Christopher shook
his head.  "Almost." 
     Ron grinned at Christopher, leaned forward and nibbled his nose for a
second.  "Wanna take a ride, big boy?"  Christopher acted like he didn't
understand.  Ron asked again, "Want to park that sausage in my hot tunnel of
love."  He paused.  "Or --- in plain English, Chris --- wanna fuck me?"
     Damn!  There was actually going to be an act three!
     Ron pressed Christopher back on to his back and then knelt over him,
straddling his waist.  Ron scrunched down so that his turgid cock laid up against
Christopher's magic wand.  Ron used both hands to put their hard cocks together
and then started slipping his hands back and forth, jacking both cocks at the same
time.  "Chris --- reach for that lotion, okay?"  Chris got the lotion from the
bedside table and poured a heavy load in his hands.  "Use some in my ass,"  Ron
said.  Christopher spread some on his fingers and put his hand between their
bodies as Ron raised up.
     Christopher had both hands between their legs.  Ron was still massaging
lotion into Christopher's randy cock.  He looked down at my brother and grinned,
"Oooh --- I think you found my prostate, buddy.  That really feels good."  After
a few minutes Ron raised up, took Christopher's greasy cock in his hand, held it
up, positioned it against his sphincter --- and sat back down.  One "oooph" was
all it took, and now my brother's long, firm organ was fully buried in the
neighborhood stud carpenter.  
     My brother's mouth wasn't full this time, so he let out all kinds of moans
and groans, every once in a while exclaiming, "Oooh --- it's so fuckin' good." 
Ron kept saying, "Ram it deep, bro.  Aaaw --- give it to me."  Ron rode
Christopher from above.  My brother's hands were jacking on Ron's randy cock
and I could see Ron's balls touch Christopher's stomach every time he squatted
down fully on Christopher's big spike.
     They fell to their sides and fucked that way for a few minutes.  I liked the
position because I could see everything very clearly.  I especially had a great view
of Christopher's steel piston sliding in and almost all the way out of Ron's
asshole.   
     I had fooled around way too much.  Without much thinking about it I'd
been jacking my schlong as I watched the downstairs escapades.  My body went
tense.  My whole torso trembled for a few seconds and I just held on to my cock
without stroking it.  The third wad of the night spewed from my pulsing spear and
filled my sheets again.  I almost felt faint for a minute, and then had to be
distracted long enough to clean up the mess I'd made.
     When I went back to watching them fuck, Ron was on his back with his
legs up and Christopher was mightily pounding his prong into Ron's ass.  Ron was
contorting his body in tempo with my brothers thrusts and had his hands on
Christopher's asscheeks.  He was controlling the action and had Christopher
swiveling his hips and grinding the hard cock as deeply as possible into Ron's
asshole.  I wondered how it felt for both of them.  I was surprised at how much
Ron seemed to dig having his ass plowed so hard, and Christopher looked like he
was totally out of it in absolute bliss as he slammed himself against Ron's hard
body.
     "Give it to me, baby.  Fuck me harder!"  All Christopher did in return was
to let out some grunts.  I could see sweat breaking out on his forehead.  Then,
Ron let out a loud groan and his body spasmed violently for a few seconds. 
Christopher's movements became more vicious as he slammed into Ron.  I didn't
realize what had happened because of the shadows, but then I saw that Ron's
stomach and chest were again covered with a heathy coat of cum.  Less than two
minutes later Christopher convulsed in a moment of frenzied passion and I knew
that he, too, had blown his seed --- filling Ron's loins with his hot cream.
     I figured the show was over, but I kept the TV set on.  They laid on their
sides together and hugged and kissed some more.  As near as I could tell they
were still connected.  I was totally wiped out and could think of only sleep.  They
must have felt the same way because Christopher finally pulled his softened cock
out of Ron's ass.  He got up, left the picture, then came back with a towel and a
washcloth.  Both of them lovingly wiped each other off and then Christopher got
up and began turning off the lights.
     I took out the tape.  I'd found a special place to keep my special magazines
in a crawl space above my closet so I hid the two tapes in there, too.  I knew the
quality of the sound and picture was great and was looking forward to reliving this
unbelieveably awesome night.  I was about to shut everything off since the picture
was almost totally dark.  (There was a night light in the guest bathroom that threw
a shadow across the room, but you really couldn't see anything.)  Then I heard
voices.
     Ron and Christopher sounded like they were still hugging and kissing a bit
in the dark.  Ron's voice was distinctive --- big sounding and very masculine ---
even when he was whispering.  He said, "I hope you don't go through any shit in
the morning, Chris.   I mean, stuff like, 'oh god, are we queer?  I shouldn't a
done it'."   Christopher said, "No way, bro.  I figured it out pretty good in the
service.  As far as I'm concerned, this is terrific.  Maybe the best night of my
life."  
     I heard them kissing some more.  Then, Ron teased, "Sure you're not
gonna give me up for a good fuck with Angela?  You can have us both, you
know."  Christopher's whisper was fairly loud.  "No way, not Angela?"  Ron said,
"How 'bout her brother?"  The sound of scuffling, like somebody had poked
somebody, and a low laugh from Christopher.  "Cummon.  Naw --- he's cute, but
I'll leave him to you."  They were quiet for a moment.  Then Ron's voice, very
low:  "He's a nice kid.  I think he likes guys.  I always see him watchin' me like
a hawk.  He's always watchin' Doug, too.  You think him and your brother are
screwin' around?"
     Well, that got my attention.  I got up quickly and turned up the volume on
the TV a little.  "Naw --- maybe.  I don't think so.  I think Douglas just jacks off
and dreams," Christopher whispered.  There was a pause.  Then Ron said, "Doug's
just over eighteen, ain't he?"  Christopher said yes.  "He's developing a fuckin'
great look for his age," Ron whispered,  "He's gonna be a killer if he keeps
workin' out and swimmin' all the time."  More scuffling and giggling, a few
smacking sounds of kissing, and a voice said, "Whoops."  Then Christopher, quite
loudly teased, "So you've raped the older brother --- now you want to go up and
get the young one, too?"  "Ummm, let me think about that," Ron said.  The he
added, "I'm fuckin' bushed tonight, Chris.  I think I'll put it off until morning."
 

BOOK TWO                                                                                


     Well, I certainly had a new inspiration for a few wild wet dreams.  I woke
up the next morning wondering if I'd unloaded again in my sleep.  My sheets
were a mess of dried cum.  I took a shower, pulled on some cut-off's, and did a
load of laundry --- a lot of sheets, pillowcases, and towels.  I wanted to ask
Christopher if he needed his done, too, but of course --- I didn't dare.
     I thought a lot about the whispered words I'd eavesdropped on.  I felt
really good knowing that Ron thought I was a stud and spent part of that Saturday
morning daydreaming about what it would be like to spend a night with him.  I'd
certainly like to have taken Christopher's place the night before.
     I was in the kitchen eating some cereal when the door to the guestroom
opened.  I was startled, because it was fairly late and I'd just presumed they had
gone.  Ron came into the kitchen wearing some half-buttoned up Levi cut-off's
and nothing else.  His hair was all tossed and he was looking very masculine and
unshaven.  He saw me on his way to the refrigerator.  "Hey, Doug.  How you
doin'?"  I got up and we shook three ways and high fived.  "Hi, Ron.  How you
doin'?"  He was really friendly and pulled up a chair, indicating I should sit back
down.  "Had a little party last night.  I crashed in your bro's room because the
fuckin' guy who rooms at my place had his broad over."
     I offered him a bowl of cereal, and he accepted.  "Geez, Doug, I must look
like a mess.  I gotta get in the shower soon as Chris is through."  As I was getting
the milk out of the refrigerator I noticed Ron watching me.  I was glad I'd pulled
on my little shorts.  Sometimes when I was the only one home I ate breakfast
naked.  I set the milk down and went to make some toast.  "White, wheat or
sourdough toast, Ron?"  Our eyes met and he grinned.  "Ah --- I guess sourdough. 
God, I haven't had this kind of service since before I got married, bro.  You clean
the house and vacuum, too?"  It was nice and cordial.  I looked at him and
grinned back.  "I don't do windows," I said.
     Ron was really friendly.  I got him his toast and sat back down with him. 
He talked about working out and how good I looked, repeating a couple of the
things he'd said to Christopher the night before.  "Thanks for the compliment,
Ron.  I was just telling my friend Brian yesterday that you were the most perfectly
developed guy I'd ever seen.  Everything just right.  It's kind of my goal when
I work out --- lookin' like you."  Ron grinned broadly.  "Fuck, man --- you cook,
do housework and say all the right stuff.  I fucked up with Alice.  I shoulda
married you!"  
     We laughed.  I wanted to say something about maybe being better in bed,
too, but decided against it.
     Christopher came into the kitchen wrapped in a towel.  Ron said, "Hey,
Chris --- I just found the best restaurant.  Terrific food, great service ---" 
Christopher looked at me.  "How come I don't get that kind of service, Douglas?" 
I glanced up at him.  We weren't close and had never been in to teasing each
other, but I said, "Cause you're old, tired and ugly --- and besides, you're my
older brother and should be serving me."  I'd finished eating, so when Ron went
to take his shower I left Christopher with his bowl of cereal and split to finish my
chores.
     When I was getting ready to leave I heard them talking about going to
some stock car races in a town about fifty miles away that night.  I then knew
there wouldn't be another show.  Ron was coming out of the shower when I was
leaving.  He was wrapped in a very short towel.  We high-fived again, and he
gave me a pat on the shoulder.  "Keep 'em hangin, Doug," he said.  I looked at
him and grinned, "Better to be hangin' on to them than to just keep 'em hangin',
don't you think?"
     I had to work from noon to nine that day.  Brian had to work until eight,
so I made a deal to pick him up at his house when I got off.  We were just going
to go cruising and hang out, but I was messy from work and it had been a very
hot, humid day.  We stopped by my house so I could shower.  
     I noticed how much Brian eyed me when I was standing around naked,
drying myself.  Maybe Ron was right.  Maybe Brian liked guys better than girls. 
I watched him out of the corner of my eye in the mirror.  "You been workin' out
a lot extra, Doug?", Brian asked.  I turned to him, bare ass naked, and flexed. 
"Look like it?"  He gave me a lot of compliments and I stayed naked while
deciding on something to wear so I could give Brian a better chance to look.  I
told Brian he looked great, too --- said his abs were a lot tighter and he ate it up. 
Actually, he was a really good looking guy and the girls always said he was sexy. 
(I always agreed, but not out loud.)
     I'd determined to use the idea's I'd learned from Ron while watching their
show the previous night.  I fondled my balls a few times and flopped my cock
around, stretching it out with both hands a couple of times right in front of Brian. 
I told him we'd better score that night because I was really horny.  "Shee-it, Doug
--- who we gonna score with?  It's summer, man.  All the broads I know are out
of town."  I looked at him and smirked.  "How 'bout your sister, Angela?"  He
gave me a gagging look, grabbing at his neck dramatically. "There's gotta be at
least one cunt left in town,"  I said.  He watched me while I pulled on some tight
shorts with no underwear, stuffing my cock down one leg.  "What do ya mean,
one, Doug?  We'll need two."  I kidded, "Naw --- one's all we need.  You can
watch.  Maybe learn something."  
     We were standing close and he punched me on the arm.  I grabbed him
and we fell on the futon, wrestling a little.  My shorts weren't even buttoned.  I
let Brian get on top, looked up at him and whispered loudly, "Oh, God, Brian ---
please don't rape me.  I'll do what you want, but not rape --- please!"  Brian's
whole body was pressed against mine as we wrestled and fooled around.  I felt his
cock beginning to expand against mine.  It was a very sexy moment --- I'm sure
for both of us.
     We drove around for about an hour but the "strip" (as everyone called the
cruising street in our town) was pretty dead.  It was Brian that suggested we
should go back to my place.  "We can crawl in and watch some TV, Doug. 
Maybe stop and get a video, huh?"  I wished I could play the one I'd recorded the
previous night.  
     There was nothing at the video store that interested me, since I had other
things on my mind.  Brian seemed preoccupied, too.  We didn't rent anything. 
When we got back to the empty house I went to my room, stripped naked and
went to piss and brush my teeth.  Brian quickly followed my lead.  When I was
shaking the last drops of "dew from the lily" I mentioned that I was still really
horny.  Brian said he was, too, and scratched his balls for a few seconds as he
looked at me.  Before we went back to the bedroom, both of us had handled
ourselves in front of the other enough to come up with about a half-erection.
     I pulled back the covers and we laid down on the sheets side by side.  I
was about to reach for the TV remote when Brian brushed his hands across his
chest and asked, "Are your 'nips' real touchy, Doug?  It seems mine get more
sensitive all the time."  I touched my nipples, then reached over to touch his. 
Brian's were as hard as a rock and when I touched him, his body shuddered. 
"Oooh, we are touchy here, aren't we?"  Brian squirmed as I continued rubbing. 
"Feels better when someone else touches 'em," he said.
     "Yeah --- but that's true about everything, isn't it?  I mean --- if you touch
me anywhere it's gonna feel better than if I do it, unless you get rough or
something."  I moved my hand down from his nipples over his chest and stomach,
getting very close to where the head of his now fully erect cock was throbbing just
below his navel.  "Who's touch feels better on you, Bri --- yours or mine."  He
was very serious.  "Oh, god --- yours --- no comparison."  
     I pulled my hand away, laid back and put it behind my head.  "Show me,"
I said.  Brian began touching my chest, running his finger around my nipples, and
then ran his hand over my stomach.  "Uuummm," I said.  It really did feel great. 
His hand moved over my stomach.  My big, swollen cockhead was laying right
in my navel and his fingers came very close.  "Oh, god, Bri --- don't stop.  I'll
do it to you the same way."  He propped himself up on an elbow beside me to get
a better look.  His hand moved all over my chest and stomach again.  Each time
his hand moved lower it came closer to my palpitating prick.     He ran his
fingers very lightly over my thighs and hips.  I whispered, "Shit, man --- it's
fuckin' awesome."  Brian continued touching me but still avoided any contact with
my cock and balls.  I decided to pick up the pace.  
     I got up on my knees beside him.  "Okay, your turn again."  Brian laid
back.  I reached for his chest and began lightly rubbing his nipples.  I'd bought
a bottle of "Aloe Vera Lotion" after work, just like Christopher and Ron had used. 
I reached for it and poured some into my hand.  I massaged the greasy lotion into
his chest and stomach.  Brian just laid there watching me.  Both of us still had
roaring erections and mine was sticking straight out from my lap.  
     It was awkward working from the side so I moved Brian's legs apart and
knelt between them facing his upper body.  I added another handful of the lotion
and began moving over his stomach, his hips, and down his thighs to his knees. 
When my hands moved back up his legs I began brushing lightly against his balls. 
His body tensed.
     I stopped --- our eyes met.  "Ah, maybe --- maybe I shouldn't touch that,"
I said.  He gulped, "It's okay."
     It was a hell-of-a-lot more fun doing than just watching.  
     I poured more lotion into my hand and then, just as I'd seen Ron do the
night before, I wiped my lotion covered hand off right on Brian's boner.  He
seemed a little shocked.  Using both hands I began rubbing the sticky solution all
over his cock and balls, down between his legs and between his asscheeks.  I
lubed his pulsing pole with one hand as my fingers slipped up and down his ass
grove and over his anus with the other.  
     It was really different jacking him off.  His cock was smaller and much
more "boney."  Mine always seemed to have a layer of muscle that made it more
of a handful.  I even had to grasp Brian's boner differently than I handled mine. 
     His body stiffened!  I moved my hands from his feverish parts to just go
over his chest and stomach but Brian was beyond the point of no return.  His cock
throbbed, his upper body flailed under my touch, and all of a sudden shot after
shot of his hot cream flew over his greasy body.  
     It was a sight to behold!  To be personally responsible for another person's
orgasm was an unexpectedly big thrill.  
     I rubbed my hands over him more, mixing the "Aloe Vera" and "Brian"
lotions together and massaging the mixture into his skin.  My hands moved back
to stroke his oily organ and work some more on his balls and ass crack.  His body
continued to writhe under my touch so I just continued, finally fisting his well-
greased cock with one hand while using my other to gently squeeze his balls, work
over his tender nipples, chest and stomach, and then slip and slide my fingers up
and down his ass groove.
     And then --- he blew again.  
     This time it took longer and seemed to be much more exciting (for both
of us).  Brian's body flailed and he moaned loudly.  He had been watching me
and looking at my body as I worked, but now his eyes were closed and his head
was flopping back and forth from side to side.  This time I felt his cock pulse
fiercely in my hand just before the big eruption.  When the cum began to fly it
seemed to be a little thinner and fly much further.  I continued to pump until I
knew the extreme pleasure Brian had felt was now turning into some pain.  Then
I remixed the solution that was spread all over Brian's body, massaging the lotion
and jism combination into him from neck to knees.
     It took a couple of minutes until I knew his body was relaxed and the
afterglow was over.  Then I wiped Brian off as best I could with a big, slightly
damp bath towel.  As I was finishing he seemed to be coming back to life and
started touching me.  Finally, Brian started to get up.  "Okay, Doug --- your turn."
     He repeated what I'd done to him almost exactly, kneeling between my
knees and rubbing big gobs of lotion all over me.  His prick had gone soft for a
while after his second eruption, but now I saw it creeping up in front of him as
he worked me over.  By the time he'd put the big glob of lotion on my cock and
had begun to rub it in, he was fully hard again.
     Who-eee!  Except for some limited fooling around on dates and the
touching Brian and I had done before, nobody else had ever really handled my
equipment before but me.  It was wonderful!  I spread my legs wider and sort of
slithered into his lap so that my asscheeks were raised a bit from the futon.  Brian
was jacking my rock solid prong and sliding his hands all over the feel-good parts
of my body at the same time.  
     His fingers slipped up and down my asscrack, just as I'd done to him.  He
swirled his middle finger 'round and 'round my asshole until I could hardly stand
it.  "Bri.  Stick it in if you want," I whispered.  He considered it for a moment
and then slowly began putting pressure against my sphincter.
     I thrashed on the futon as he jacked my cock with one hand and finger-
fucked me with the other.  It was more than I could take and I felt the juices
building.  Brian seemed to sense I was getting close.  He began pounding faster,
his strokes longer, moving from the base of my thick prick up over the sensitive
bulb.  His finger continued deeply probing my fiery asshole at the same time. 
"Give it to me, Bri --- oooh --- holy shit, do it!"  I had no idea of all the things
I said to prompt my best friend along, but whatever they were --- it worked.  
     I had the most violent orgasm I'd ever experienced in my young life.  Hot
cum flew everywhere!  Brian did to me as I did to him, continuing to fondle and
stroke me until I had clearly unloaded every last drop.  Then --- his hands went
to work smearing my cum, sweat and lotion until the concoction covered my
body.  He tweaked my nipples, working his fingers over the ripples in my
stomach, running his hands over my tender balls and inner thighs, and --- finally
starting again to stroke my palpitating prick.
     It must have taken twenty minutes to bring me back to orgasm again, but
Brian didn't mind.  We were both bathed in sweat, lotion and body fluids when
we finally joined each other in the shower to wash it all off.  Another first for me. 
I'd never showered with anyone else before, and I thought it was wonderful.
     We cleaned up the room a bit, changed the sheets, and then crawled back
in together.
     I turned off the lights and we just laid on top of the fresh sheets and talked
for a while.  "You think what we did was okay, Doug?"  "Sure felt okay to me,"
I answered.  He paused a bit.  "I don't want to be a queer, you know.  Life's the
shits for those guys."  I agreed, then asked, "You think Christopher is queer --- or
Ron?"  Brian gave me a startled look.  "No way, Jose' --- why?"  I told him that
I knew for a fact that they'd played around just like he and I had done.  He was
surprised and acted like he doubted me.  
     "Shit, Bri --- millions of guys all over the world screw around with each
other when they can't get a girl.  It's been goin' on for thousands of years.  Ron
and Christopher and you and me aren't gonna be the last ones, either.  I wouldn't
give up broads for Brian," I lied, "and you wouldn't give up --- ah, dames for
Doug, would you?"  He shook his head.  I looked in his eyes.  Brian wasn't a
good actor!  We talked about lots of other stuff, including how it had all felt. 
That got us both to produce another woody.
     That inspired Brian to lay on the floor, stretch for a few seconds, and then
show me something he said he'd been working on for a couple of weeks.  He
boldly jacked his cock back up to a full erection, and then, laying on his back, he
flipped his legs over his head and slowly got himself to the point where he could
lick his own cockhead.   
     I'd never even thought of such an act so I tried to do the same thing on the
futon.  Brian said I needed a hard surface, so I got on the floor beside him.  I had
always been more into gymnastics than Brian, and sometimes people thought I was
double jointed.  I did what Brian did and discovered I could get at least an inch
of my own cock in my mouth without much pain or trouble.
     Brian was surprised.  He said he'd worked a long time to just be able to
touch his with his tongue.  "I guess you got another advantage, Doug --- you got
probably, ah --- maybe two --- probably two and a half more inches than me."
     When we got back on the futon the subject obviously changed to
cocksucking.  Brian asked if I thought it was cool.  I shrugged!  "Why not.  If
girls can do it without any problems, then why can't we?"  He said he thought it
was queer if a guy did it.  I brought up Christopher and Ron again.  "She-iit, bro. 
They didn't do that to each other.  You'll never tell me they did."  I was feeling
bold.  "I'll bet you a hundred clams they do, and I can prove it, too?"   Brian
challenged me.  "How?", he said, very skeptically.  I smiled.  "Oh, I've got my
ways.  Wanna bet?"  He looked at me quizzically.  "Not a hun, Doug --- but I
don't see how you can prove anything."  
     I had decided to swear Brian to secrecy and play him the tapes I'd made
the night before.  "How 'bout this deal, Bri?  If I can prove they did it --- then
you have to do it to me."  Brian looked very intrigued.  "You can't prove it.  How
can you?  You got pictures?"  I smiled, being coy.  "We got a deal or what?"  He
was quiet for a few seconds.  "What if you lose, Doug?  What then?"  I grinned. 
"I lose --- then I blow you!"  
     He looked at me for probably thirty seconds, thinking.  "Well, we were
talking about this stuff bein' queer, and you said Ron and Chris did it, and like ---
almost everybody in world does it.   So --- if you can't prove it and you lose, then
I'll still think we're doin' something bad."  I turned a bit, testing him.  "Okay,
fine!  No proof, no video show --- we'll just drop it."  He looked at me,
astonished.  "You --- you got a video?"  
     I put my fingers to my lips.  "No so loud, Bri.  This is top secret stuff,"
I whispered.  I told him he'd never see anything if he wasn't sworn to absolute
secrecy.  He was really excited now.  "Is it good?  I mean, can you really see 'em
doin' it?"  I was in the drivers seat.  "Doin' what, Bri?"  He was getting
frustrated.  "You know --- what we were talkin' about.  Ah --- suckin'."  I smiled. 
"Only sucking?  That all you want to see.  I'll have to do a little editing if that's
all you want."  His eyes were big.  "They were doing more than suckin' and you
can really actually see it?"  
     I talked to Brian about how he'd have to be really cool and not ever look
like anything was different when he was around Ron or Christopher.  He swore
on his grandmother's grave and then went so far as to promise me he'd do with
me everything he'd actually see Ron and Christopher clearly doing on the tape. 
     I told Brian to go to the bathroom for a minute, count to ten, and then
come back.  I didn't ever want anyone to see my secret hiding place.  Brian
walked down the hall to the bathroom with his hard on pointing the way.  I
scrambled into the closet, opened the little hatch, and got out the tapes.  I was
loading the first one into the video recorder when he got back.  Even though
nobdy was expected home that night, I stopped to be sure the bedroom door was
locked.
     Brian was beside himself with curiosity.  I rewound the first tape, and
during the two minutes it took Brian asked lots of questions.  My answer to most
was,  "just watch."
     Brian laid his bare ass naked body on the side of the futon nearest the TV
set with his erect prick very much in my view.  I laid beside him and pressed
"play" on the remote.  I made sure the sound wasn't too loud.
     The show started with Ron and Christopher discussing me being upstairs
and jacking off.  Brian couldn't believe the close-up pictures.  "God, Doug ---
how'd you ever find this tape?"  I shrugged.  Brian's eyes were glued to the
screen and if he said anything to me, he never turned to look at me.  It was as if
he were to blink he'd miss something.  He said a couple of other things that made
me realize he thought Christopher had made the tape and I'd just found it.  I left
it that way.
     Ron was in the center of the screen, bare ass naked with his big half hard
cock flopping around, rubbing lotion into his tattoo.  Brian was really surprised
about the tattoo.  "His dong is really big, Doug, but --- I think you're bigger'n
him a little."  I just laid beside my best friend, watching the tape and Brian's
reactions.   Christopher left the picture and Ron laid back and began to jack off. 
I ran a hand down Brian's naked side.
     When Christopher returned and Brian saw his naked body he commented
on "the long, thin dong."  "I'm as big as Chris, and I think mine's bigger around." 
I guess size really matters when you don't have a lot.  When Ron started rubbing
the lotion on to Christopher's cock and it had fully expanded, Brian seemed like
he'd almost stopped breathing. 
     We watched as Christopher and Ron did a little drinking, got into position
to jack each other off, and then began fingering each other's assholes.  The picture
on the TV screen was clear and absolutely perfect.  (Thank god for "Extra Hig
Grade" tape, eh?)  Brian was mesmerized.  I continued to lightly run my hand
over his side as he faced the TV set.  Christopher leaned forward and kissed Ron's
hip, near the tattoo and inches from Ron's huge erection.  Brian asked, "Geez ---
he gonna suck him?"  I patted Brian's thigh.  "Watch!"
     Christopher's explosion was very graphic and full-screen.  The voices and
words from the TV set were as clear as a bell.  I moved my hand over Brian's
stomach.  His body lurched.  As Christopher began jacking on Ron's big cock and
Ron was loudly prompting him to finger fuck him at the same time, Brian's body
contracted like he was having a seizure, and --- he blew another load.  
     He didn't lay back or turn away from the TV for even a second.  It was
almost as if he didn't know he'd shot his wad.  When Ron bridged his body and
fired his missile, I thought Brian was going to dump load number four.  It was as
if his body was mocking the movements Ron's awesome torso was making on the
screen, but he didn't shoot again.
     We were at the part of the tape where Ron left to take a shower and
Christopher laid in front of the camera and jacked off.  At that point Brian glanced
back at me for just a second.  "Holy shit, Dougie, this is fuckin' wild."  He patted
my leg, then turned back to the screen.  "Do they do more stuff?", he asked.  I
just said, "Watch."
     We did!  Ron came back into the picture, Christopher left, showered
quickly, then returned.  I wondered how Brian would react to what was coming. 
Christopher and Ron talked a while, then started hugging, and soon Christopher
had rolled on top of Ron and they started kissing.  I leaned forward and kissed
Brian's shoulder.  When Ron and Christopher began mouth-to-mouth kissing, and
then that turned in to deep French kissing, Brian again seemed to be totally
stunned.  He silently watched as they humped together.  We could clearly see
tongues in mouths sometimes when Christopher rolled his head from side to side.
     Brian moved his hand back behind him and touched my hard pointer.  I ran
my hand lightly over his side and chest, still lightly kissing his shoulder.  On the
screen, Christopher was starting to kiss down Ron's body, sucking nipples and
licking his chest.  I moved my fingers over Brian's sensitive nipples, and that
caused Brian to start slow, deliberate strokes on my rigid cock.  Christopher had
moved down so that his ass hung over the end of the bed and his mouth was
moving all around Ron's cock.  "God, Doug --- he's gonna suck him, isn't he?",
Brian whispered.  I ran my hand over Brian's stomach.  "You'll see!"
     And --- he did!  Christopher sucked, Ron's leg flipped up on Christopher's
back, and from time to time we could clearly see the fingers fucking Ron's willing
ass.  The scene was absolutely wild!  Brian and I were stroking each other and I
was barely able to hold off a shot.  Brian didn't hold off.  I felt his cock pulsing
in my hand and then another few wads of cum spewed from his randy cannon. 
While he was cumming he began jacking me more violently and I soon blew a
load of hot cream all over his back and ass.  
     A few seconds later the screen went blank.  I was startled until I realized
the tape was automatically rewinding and that we'd come to the end of the first
tape.  I got a towel and cleaned us up.  Brian turned on to his back and I wiped
the goo from his body and the sheets beside him, and then he took the towel and
wiped me off, too.
     Brian wanted to hug a little.  We pressed together, face to face and body
to body.  I daringly kissed his cheek, a little longer and harder than I'd ever done
it before.  He kissed me back.  Sometime later we'd progressed from cheeks to
lips.  It was a very far out experience for me, actually kissing another guy on the
lips.  We kissed for a few minutes but neither of us dared initiate the French stuff.
     Brian whispered in my ear, "Fuck, man ---  I never dreamed of anything
that wild."  I asked, "You want to see the rest?"  He looked at me, startled. 
"There's more?"
     I sat on the edge of the futon rewinding tape two and putting the first one
in the right box.  Brian laid behind me and his hands moved around my waist and
into my lap.  He began to fondle my spent cock and toy with my balls.  The damn
thing began to reawaken.  When I finished changing tapes, Brian playfully pulled
me back on the futon so that my legs were draped over the edge.  He bent down
and kissed me hard on the lips again, his hands moving over my body.
     It was clear the Brian had been turned on and wanted to do something on
his own.  His fingers moved over my hardening spear and his lips moved from my
face to my chest.  He was kneeling beside me on the futon so I reached for his
cock.  His lips moved back to mine.  "Later," he whispered.  He moved around
so that I couldn't reach his genitals and slipped down to the floor between my
knees.  I realized he was about to recreate what he'd just seen Christopher do to
Ron.  
     He licked and kissed my stomach, his face brushing against my turgid
shaft.  His lips moved through my pubic hair, then down my thighs and over my
balls.  His hands were tweaking my nipples and running over my chest and
stomach as his mouth worked over my mid-section.  Brian was making a lot of
sucking sounds and going, "Ummmm" as he worked me over.  
     As if he could wait no longer, he then quickly moved his lips to my
cockhead.  Soon he was sliding his mouth up and down the shaft of my spear. 
Once in a while I felt the slight scrape of teeth on my cockshaft, but it was the
first time I'd ever experienced having a hot mouth on my sausage so I didn't
much notice Brian's lack of training.  He seemed to remember what he'd just seen
because one of his hands moved under my balls to play with my asshole.
     The sensations were beyond my expectations.  When you watch somebody
else doing something and try to recreate what's happening with your own hand,
you just don't do it justice.  Brian's inexperienced mouth was absolutely awesome
in comparison with anything I could do for self stimulation.  A finger slipped past
my sphincter and into my rectum.  Brian didn't use any lube, so there was a
moment of pain.  If anything, that added to the overall package of sensations.  
     Brian was holding my cockstem between two fingers now, keeping it in
position for his mouth.  Every once in a while he would swirl his tongue around
my delicate cockhead a few times, and then slip his mouth over the huge plum and
go down on me until my cock touched the back of his mouth.  At first he only
went half way down the stem.  As he got more and more accustomed to the big
intruder slipping down his throat he went a little further.
     It was all I could take.  I warned him a lot!  "Watch out, Bri --- I'm gonna
cum!"  Brian hadn't seen Christopher swallow Ron's cum.  The tape had stopped
before that had happened.  So Brian pulled his mouth off my cock and finished
the prompting with a two-fingered, thirty second jack off session.  From his
extreme close-up view he watched my big, oversized shotgun shoot blast after
blast of hot cum over my body.
     We hugged and mushed for a while after Brian had toweled me off.  The
tapes had definitely excited and loosened up my good buddy.  He wanted to watch
the second tape, so we rolled over toward the TV and I pushed "play" again.
     The first thing we saw was the end of Christopher's suck off of Ron. 
Brian seemed quite surprised at how Christopher got so excited and actually took
all of Ron's cum in his mouth.  Brian watched, spellbound.  After it was over and
the on-screen scene turned to hugging and kissing, Brian turned to me with a
quizzical look on his face.  "Geez, Dougie --- he swallowed it!"  I nodded.  Voices
had started coming from the TV set and Brian turned to listen.
     Christopher was telling Ron about his first experiences in the Army and
was asking if Ron thought it was gay.  Brian listened very intently.  When Ron
said, "Fuck labels,"  Brian turned to me, smiled and said, "Right on!"  He gave me
a big hug.  Then, as you'll probably remember, Ron asked Christopher to fuck
him.  Holy shit, I thought Brian would faint.
     As we watched the TV I'm sure Brian didn't blink once.  Brian leaned
forward toward the TV set hoping for an even better view as Ron straddled
Christopher, they thoroughly greased each other up, and then Ron settled down on
Christopher's long, hard poker.
     I moved up closer against Brian's back with my hardon pressed against his
upper thigh.  As we watched the scene and snuggled together, Brian lifted a leg,
reached under the leg below his balls, and pulled my big pointer up between his
legs just under his balls.
     On the screen, Christopher was fucking Ron and they had fallen to their
sides.  Brian absently fondled his balls and my cockhead as he stared at the tube. 
They'd changed position so that Christopher was on top and Ron was bent double,
taking Christopher's long thin probe deeply.  Our view was almost perfect as we
saw down between their bodies.
     Their fucking grew more active.  Their bodies pounded together with
Christopher using intense in-and-out, plus hip swiveling grinding motions.  Their
verbal exclamations added to the terrific turn on of watching the scene.  Brian
couldn't believe his eyes.  We watched the big finale in a front to back clinch. 
My front was pressed against Brian's back, with my cock pressed up between his
legs and under his balls.  I stroked his nipples, chest and stomach.  Brian was still
blankly fondling his own balls and my cockhead.  Mixed with the exclamations
coming from the TV speakers, Brian kept repeating, "Oh my god --- I can't
believe it."
     It was clear that Ron's soft cock had spewed cum all over himself again
while getting fucked.  Brian glanced back at me with his eyes wide, then quickly
looked back to the screen.  "You see that, Dougie?  Ron fuckin' shot his wad
again, man.  Shit, bro, he wasn't even bein' touched!"  I said nothing.  The show
continued for a couple more minutes and then it was clear that Christopher was
having a very furious orgasm.
     We watched until they started cleaning up each other.  I turned the TV off
and started rewinding the tape.
     Brian turned to face me.  We cuddled and kissed a bit on the cheek.  I
said, "Well --- do I win?"  He looked at me a long time.  "Guess I've got a lot of
livin' to do, Dougie.  I've never even thought about some of the stuff they did." 
After a few minutes Brian asked me if I'd ever thought about guys fucking.  I told
him I'd wondered a lot about it since I first saw the tape.  He was still absently
fondling my cock.  "I don't know if I could ever handle havin' this thing in my
ass."  "How 'bout the other way around?"  He looked at me.  "Geez, that sounds
really wild."  I said I'd like to try it the next time we got together.
     I took out the tape and put it under the futon.  We turned off the lights and
laid side-by-side, face to face.  We continued to cuddle and fondle each other for
a while.  We kissed some more, too.  It was strange and wonderful, all at the same
time.  I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard a noise in Christopher's
room.  I knew it was after three a.m.  I guessed they were back.  In the silence
of the room with Brian sleeping quietly next to me I faintly heard the shower
running downstairs.  I was now wide awake and plotting, but I decided there was
no way I could start taping whatever they were going to do.  After all, Brian
thought Christopher had made the tape and I'd just found it.  It was better that
way, and I couldn't do anything without blowing my cover.
     Brian was still sleeping when I got up on Sunday morning.  I took a
shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to feed the cat --- and
myself.  I had been sitting at the kitchen table with my cereal and my thoughts
when I heard the guestroom door open and Ron's voice.  It was clear that he'd
showered and Christopher was just about to take one.  I had a half-erection and
decided on the spur of the moment to pull my towel off.  It just laid it across the
chair.
     Ron walked in, I turned, acted startled, got up and we high-fived.  Ron was
wrapped in a towel but I was totally exposed and he looked me over closely as we
greeted each other.  "Oops, sorry Ron.  I didn't think you guys would be up this
early."  I turned to get my towel.  "Fuck, bro --- don't cover up 'cause of me." 
He came over by the table.  "Before my roommate screwed things up I was always
naked around the house," Ron said.  I told him I never put anything on when I
was home alone.  "You shouldn't hide your bod, Doug.  You're a fuckin' beaut!"
     I got out some more cereal and milk and popped some bread in the toaster. 
Ron's eyes followed me as I walked around and we talked.  I started feeling really
good about how he was watching me, and I "unconsciously" scratched my balls
and stretched a few times when I didn't think it would be too obvious.  I wanted
him to know I was real open and free, just in case.
     Ron sat at the table talking and scratched himself, too.  At one point, when
I really couldn't have missed it, he uncrossed his legs and his towel fell open a bit
to expose his cock.  I delivered his toast to him and sat down sideways, facing
him, in the same way he was facing me.  
     I had forgotten to get him a glass so he got up, letting his towel fall to the
chair.  I said, "Oh, geez, I'm sorry Ron," and started to get up, but he put his hand
on my arm to keep me seated.  "I may be gettin' old, but I ain't lame, Doug.  I
can do something for myself.  I'm not used to all this service."  
     I watched his firm ass cheeks as he walked to the cupboard, and his
flopping cock as he walked back.  
     I decided to be bold.  "What's that?", I asked, pointing to his tattoo.  He
stood close in front of me to show me how the rose covered the "A" and the
arrow, using the opportunity to expose himself to me in complete detail.  "I heard
of a guy once got a tattoo right on his dork," I said.  Ron looked at me quizzically
as he sat down.  "Where'd he do it, on the head?"  I stretched out my body to
more fully expose myself.  "Oh shit, no --- that'd be a killer.  I think it was right
about here," I said, pointing to my half erected cock near the base of the shaft. 
"Fuck, bro --- that's got to hurt, too.  This was bad enough, but it was a real turn
on at the same time," he said, adding after a pause, "All the time he was doin' it
I was hard."
     "I can understand that, man.  I guess it's my age, but I'm hard half the
time," I said.  Ron smiled warmly.  "Hell, you just gotta get more nooky, Doug,
that's all."  He leaned back and toyed with himself very openly.  "They say your
sex drive peaks at seventeen or eighteen, but I feel a hell-of-a-lot more sexy now
than I did back then.  Probably because I got over all my teenage bullshit
hangups."  
     I thought I heard a cue.  "Yeah, I know, Ron.  I'm tryin' to loosen up
every way I can.  I want to try lots of stuff --- you know --- experiment and, ah
--- I guess, just play around."  Ron took a mouthful and chewed, looking at me
thoughtfully.  He glanced at my lap and my swollen sausage.  "There's lot's of
fun shit you can do with that big thing you got there that would blow most
eighteen year old's minds, Doug," he said.  I swallowed my last bites.  "Hey, I'm
ready to learn.  I don't want to be just another hung up kid, you know?"
     I heard Christopher coming down the hall.  I sat up a little straighter and
so did Ron, since we were both obviously exposing ourselves to each other. 
Christopher was already dressed in shorts and a tank top.  He did a double take
when he saw us.  "Hi, Douglas.  You feed Tiger?"  "Yeah --- about a half hour
ago."  Ron looked at the kitchen clock.  "How soon we gotta leave, Chris?" 
Christopher looked at him and grinned.  "Five minutes --- but, I really think you
should put something on first."  Ron got up, so did I, and we left Christopher in
the kitchen staring after us as we headed down the hall carrying our towels.
     "See ya later, Ron.  Have a great day!"  He stopped and turned toward me. 
"You're a beaut, Doug.  Don't waste it."  He paused, stepped closer, his voice was
low.  "I fucked up real bad gettin' married too soon, kid.  Play around --- try lots
of stuff --- don't let any cunt tie you down too soon."  I thanked him.  As I turned
to go up the stairs he patted my ass.  I stopped and turned to him.  He smiled,
then gave me a "OK" sign with one hand and scratched his balls with the other. 
"Thanks for the breakfast, bro," he said.
     I woke up Brian so he could shower, since we both had to go to work at
noon.  I wanted to play with his morning hard-on but there wasn't enough time. 

     While Brian was showering I put my tapes away in their special hiding
spot and cleaned up the room.  As we were driving to work, Brian asked if I
wanted to get together and "do something" that night.  I grabbed my crotch. 
"Sure, Bri.  How 'bout me getting Christopher to tape us while we 'do
something', em?"  He snickered.  "Well, maybe not Chris --- but, someday ---
maybe we could make a tape of our own to watch.  
     I told Brian I'd stop by and get him when I got off work.

     Well --- it didn't work out that way.  That afternoon Brian's mother and
his sister, Angela, were involved in a car accident.  They didn't need to go to the
hospital or anything but they were really shook up, the car was a mess and Brian
had to stay home with them that night.
     I was all set to tape the actions in Christopher's room, but he didn't come
home until late, and then he was alone.  Boring!  All my plans hadn't worked out,
so I had to jack off to recent memories.
     It was a hot week and business was slow at the Pizza House.  
     On Wednesday afternoon I had to make a delivery next door to where
some guy was doing carpenter work on a building.  One look at the muscular bod
clad in small cut-off's and I knew it was Ron.  He seemed to be working alone
so I stopped to say "hello."  He was really friendly, giving me lots of warm smiles
and even a few little ass-pats.  He mentioned that he was going to have to work
late to get ready for a building inspector who was due to arrive the next morning. 
I had another delivery waiting so I split.
     I got an idea, ordered a "medium special with the works" and a quart of
coke with my own money and took it back to Ron.  He was really thankful and
even more friendly.  He said he'd only had a sandwich for lunch and was
famished.  I was really glad it worked out so well.  I wanted to make points
because I was dreaming of something happening between me 'n Ron some day. 
You know --- one of those special dreams you have that you think will never
come true --- kind of like a "wet dream," in this case.
     Mom, of course, was back home.  She'd be there in and out at least until
the weekend.  Christopher put on some jack-off shows down in his room a few
times, but it was dull stuff compared to what I had on tape.  
     He and I would meet in the kitchen sometimes that week, usually both
wrapped in towels after our showers.  Things were much more warm and cordial
between us.  I guessed that maybe he was becoming at least a little intrigued with
his young stud brother and would often eye my body when he thought I couldn't
see him.  (It's amazing how many things can act like a mirror in a kitchen:  The
sides of a shiny toaster;  the window on the oven; and the window on the
microwave, to name a few.)  I was always watching Christopher watch me when
he didn't know I could see him.
     While trying to make small talk, I mentioned to Christopher one morning
that there was another stock car race coming up a week from Saturday night in the
town about fifty miles away.  I knew he and Ron had gone to the last race. 
"Fuck, man --- can't go," he said.  I asked, "How come?"  "She-it, bro --- I got
'guard' all that weekend."  I asked what he meant and he said that he was going
to have to go to National Guard Training one full weekend every month now that
he was out of active duty.  
     My head started calculating.  "I thought you said you n' Ron went to the
races last time --- a week or so ago.  You guys like 'em?"  Christopher smiled. 
"Hell, yes!  It's wild, man.  Lot's of wrecks, booze --- broads.  It was a kick in
the ass --- hell-of-a-show for ten bucks."
     I saw Ron working on the new house again two days later and brought him
another pizza.  Again he was very cordial.  "Really appreciate it, bro."  He patted
my arm.  "Tell you what!  I don't need to work late tonight.  Just another half
hour or so.  When do you get off?"  I said it was slow and I was going to cut out
in about a half hour, too.  "Well --- how 'bout havin' a pizza party at my place. 
My roommate works 'til nine tonight and he's meeting his broad for dinner before
they come fuck on my couch."  
     He pulled a twenty out of his pocket.  "Sound like a good idea, stud?", he
asked.  I was excited and said, "Great!"  Ron looked me over, then handed me the
twenty.  "Here, Doug, take this and buy another one and I'll meet you at my
place." Ron glanced at his watch.  "Maybe forty-five minutes, okay?  If you don't
want anyone at your house to know you stopped by, go ahead and come in the
alley and park in back."  Ron grinned at me, then sniffed his arm pits.  "Whew! 
I gotta get a shower before I can't stand myself anymore.  I've been sweatin' like
a skunk all day."
     When I pulled up in the alley behind his place, Ron was just getting out
of his truck.  He looked at my car and didn't recognize it.  "Geez, Louise --- nice
wheels, Doug.  Where'd you steal 'em."  I didn't know he'd be interested in my
new car (actually about a four year old Firebird, but new to me).  He came over,
looked all through it and told me it was perfect for me.  The next best thing to
telling a teenager he's really sharp is to say the same about his wheels.  Ron went
up another notch in my book!
     I followed him inside and we dropped the pizza's and cokes in the kitchen. 
I was surprised at how clean and well furnished the place was --- not at all what
I'd guessed.   Ron immediately dropped his shorts, sneakers and sox by the
kitchen door.  I was a little surprised that he hadn't worn underwear.  "Come on,
stud --- follow me an' we can shoot the shit while I'm cleanin' up."  I watched
the bouncing globes of his tight ass as I followed him to the bathroom. 
     He had a big, old fashioned corner stall shower.  He reached in and turned
on the water, then turned to me.  "You okay, or you need to clean up, too?"  I
looked down at myself.  I knew I'd been sweating.   I didn't know what might
happen that night.  "I'm a little skuzzy," I said.  "Well, come on an' join me, man. 
There's room enough for two and we can get each other's back."  Wow!  What
an invitation.  I immediately started taking off my shoes.
     I'd showered with other guys at school, but never under just one shower
head and never so close together --- and never with a hunk like Ron.  He scrubbed
my back, all the way down to my asscheeks, and then I scrubbed his.  Ron said,
"Turn around and I'll do your front."  I did, and noticed that his cock was pretty
swollen and the cockhead was very reddish-purple.  I'd been nervous and mine
was still pretty soft.  
     Ron was very caring and attentive to me.  He washed my arms, chest and
stomach, and then his hands moved down my thighs.  He really took his time and
did a very thorough job --- and came really close to touching my cock --- but
didn't!  His huge nine inch cock was sticking almost straight out from his body
and mine was getting a little raised, too.  Ron knew how to touch bodies better
than anyone I'd ever been close to.  
     It was my turn to wash the front of him and I did the same.  I came really
close to touching his boner, too --- but I didn't either.  
     Ron said really nice things about my body while we were washing, and I
sincerely returned the compliments.  He giggled, "Sounds like a fuckin' mutual
admiration society."  We dried off and landed "kitty-corner" from each other on
some chairs at the kitchen table.  Ron didn't cover up his bare ass nakedness, so
I didn't either.  He was pretty well spread out in front of me as he slouched down
on his chair.  I did the same.  We ate and we talked, both of us leaning back on
our chairs and pretty much on display for each other.  
     About half way through the pizza I took a step toward opening up my
favorite subject.  "It must be hell not bein' married anymore," I said.  He looked
at me a little surprised.  "Why do you say that?"  "Oh --- when I think of being
married I think about stuff like cuddling a lot and having steamy hot sex every
night."  Ron leaned back, brushed his cock to the side and laughed really hard.
     "Shit, bro --- that's a total fuckin' fantasy.  We had more sex in a week
when we were datin' than we had all the time when we were married.  Some
nights I'd get so horny I'd start jackin' off in front of her an' she told me to stop
because it was dirty."  He wiped some pizza crumbs from his chest and looked at
me up and down, then smiled broadly again.  "Doug --- man, you're a fuckin'
card.  I got to get you on one of them comedy shows.  You'd be good, too ---
specially if you did your act naked with your cock hangin' out.  You'd fuckin'
blow 'em away."  
     Ron stopped smiling, looked really thoughtful and got kind of serious. 
"There ain't many women makin' their husbands real happy in the sex department,
buddy.  Maybe it's the guys fault, I don't know.   Probably is, I guess.  Anyway
--- every young married guy I talk to --- like down at the carpenters union ---
they're all miserable.  Every last one of 'em."
     I knew I had to be very careful.  "Geez.  I guess it's true.  But fuck, man
--- a guys gotta do something to get off, you know?  I'm always climbin' the
walls."  He looked at me intently, thinking.  "Only thing I know to do is --- ah,
just --- jack off and dream --- or maybe, go to a whore or, --- ah, maybe --- just
get someone to handle the problem for you."  My heart was beating hard and I
knew I had to be very careful.  
     I giggled at a memory.  "Mom caught me poundin' my schlong right after
I moved in with her.  Fuck, man --- I was really embarrassed.  She made jackin'
off sound really uncool."  I watched Ron for any sign I was taking the discussion
too far.  He was just sipping his coke and looking me over.  I added, "I just gotta
figure some things out, I guess.  Couldn't talk to my dad, and my brother seems
to be real paranoid about that stuff."  
     Ron glanced at the kitchen clock.  Otherwise it seemed like he was real
interested and listening intently.  I  said, "I guess I know you almost better than
I know my bother, since he's been gone in the Army.  In the two years I've been
watchin' you and you've been my hero --- like I said --- I've always thought you
seemed real cool about this kind of shit.  You don't try to hide or nothin'."  Ron
was leaning back on his chair with his legs spread.  His big cock was clearly
growing as I talked.  
     Ron just watched me and wasn't saying anything.  I added, "I'm kinda
wonderin' a lot these days about sex, you know?  I could really use somebody to
clue me in."  I flexed my body and brushed my slightly aroused sausage.  "When
this thing keeps swellin' up fifty times a day it's like --- I just don't know what
to do with it."  Ron brushed his erection.  He started to stand.  "I know what you
mean, bro ---"
     He got up and stretched right in front of me, his big boner not more than
a foot and a half from my face.  He went to the refrigerator and got out two more
cokes.  He came back to the table, popped the tops on both cans and put one in
front of me.  When he sat down he slumped lower in the chair than he had been
and his hardness was even more spread out.  Without looking very hard I could
see his asscrack from where I sat.  His cock looked like it was still growing, too. 
He sipped the new coke.  "Doug --- it's a big fuckin' problem for all high
powered guys like us."   He brushed his hand over his hard on and said, "Look ---
I get 'em all the time, too."  He paused and stared at me for a few moments.  "Ya
know, Doug --- the only answers I got are really different than what most people
say.  I've tried most ways and they don't work for me.  Like, I even just tried
bein' married and that didn't work.  Maybe sometime, when I know you a little
better --- so I'm sure I'm not blowin' your mind and all --- maybe then we'll take
some time and I'll tell you what I really think."
     Ron was going to say something more but we heard a car door slam, and
he said, "Damn --- it's my fuckin' roommate and his girl."  We split for the
bathroom and were dressed and acting normal when they came in the back door.
     Visions of a naked Ron danced in my head when I beat off that night on
my futon.
     Ron and Christopher worked out the next night, went to their night school
class together, and then went out somewhere all day Sunday that next weekend. 

     I felt jealous.  
     I thought a lot about how I was going to get closer to my dream man and
do some of the things I'd seen him do with my brother.  I knew that the next
weekend would be my big chance because of Christopher having to be gone on
Guard duty.
     Brian and I couldn't fool around at either my house or his because Mom
stayed home that weekend and his mother and sister were still mentally and
emotionally suffering the effects of their accident.  We just played a lot of
innocent grab ass in the car, touching each other a bit and always getting huge
erections.  We never talked about what we were doing --- we just did it.
     That next week, every time I went anywhere near Ron's job site I'd bring
him something or just stop by.  He was getting more and more cordial with me. 
On the Tuesday before the weekend when Christopher would be gone, I mentioned
the stock car race when I stopped to see him.  Ron really brightened.  I said I'd
decided to drive up to see them and asked what he was doing.  He slapped my
shoulder and said, "Hell, buddy, I'm goin' with you if I could get my ass invited!" 

     Ron seemed really happy about the idea of us going to the races.  He even
once squeezed my asscheek as he stood beside me in a semi-enclosed place in the
construction.  "How 'bout this, Doug.  Maybe we'll drive up there --- like, around
noon Saturday.  We can see the time trials that way.  They start about six.  I'll
spring for a motel room so we can relax before the races and don't have to rush
right back.  Then we can talk uninterrupted, and I'll give you all that big brother
advice you wanted.  Then, maybe --- we can cruise back late Sunday afternoon."
     Holy shit!  I could hardly sleep the next few nights.
     I stopped at Ron's job site every day after that, bringing him food and
treats.  We took a break together sitting on a sawhorse with some drinks and two
sub sandwiches on Thursday afternoon.  Almost offhanded Ron said, "You really
interested in things like sucking and stuff?"  I almost fell off the sawhorse.  I
didn't remember ever mentioning sucking.  "Yeah --- sure, man.  Why?"  He
looked at me for a few seconds while he chewed his food.  "Well, I noticed
something the other day at my house.  You got a lot of hair down there, like on
your balls and around your cock.  If you're gonna get loosened up and have
someone lickin' around and stuff, it probably needs to be trimmed.  I mean, some
people like a lot of hair in their mouth but most would rather just lick clean skin."
     I stammered around about not knowing what needed to be trimmed. 
"Don't worry, Doug.  Didn't mean to shock you.  It's just that when you're
thinkin' about fuckin' around and doing other stuff, you gotta get yourself
prepared --- not just mentally like you're talkin' about, but physically, too."  He
paused, then, as if he had a fresh idea he said, "Tell you what.  You want to get
trimmed up?  Let me know and I'll show you how this weekend."
     It took forever for Saturday to come.  Brian wanted to stay over Friday
night.  He and I were both really horny, but we settled for a little grab ass and
mutual masturbation in the car because mom was home preparing to take a trip
with Armando sometime on Saturday.  
     It wasn't too safe where we were parked to do our fooling around so
neither of us got off.  She-it!  It had been two weeks since Brian and I had played
with each other and we were both ready for another step.  
     I told Brian I had to split for a day on Saturday, and luckily, he didn't ask
many questions.  I don't know how he would handle knowing that I was going
away for a day with Ron --- especially since he'd seen the tape.
     Saturday was hot and sultry!  Ron and I left just after noon in my Firebird. 
Thank God for air conditioning.  The ride took only about an hour and we had a
blast, gassing, whooping it up, joking and laughing like two very old friends.  We
were both only wearing very short cut-off's and Ron often would pat my bare
thigh as we was talking.  
     At one point Ron looked at me real hard for a minute and then asked,
"Doug --- you got a broad?"  I told him I went out with two different girls but
wasn't going steady.  I said, "They're really frustrating.  Both of 'em."  Without
really thinking I added,  "Maybe I'm turnin' queer, Ron.  I'd rather be around
guys."  He muttered, "Fuck labels."  It was quiet for a while before Ron spoke
again.  "Ya know, bro, we really gotta talk about some shit when we get to the
motel."
     He knew of a good truck stop so we pulled on some tank tops to make us
legal and ate lunch on the edge of the town where the races were held.  The truck
stop waitress acted like she'd never seen hunks like us before.  She was in her
thirties, dyed blonde, pretty dumpy, but she came on to us like a cement truck. 
Ron was really nice and teased her, even giving her a little crotch-shot from the
booth when he knew she was looking our way.  
     Just before we left the truck stop Ron said we were going to be up really
late so, when we checked in to the motel, we maybe should take a little nap and
let lunch settle.  "We can get some of that talkin' done we need to do, too," he
said.
     The motel room was really nice, with two big double beds.  The air
conditioning had been on low and the room was warm --- but not hot!  Ron went
to the can to take a leak.  I kicked off my tank top, sneakers and sox and flopped
on one of the beds.  When he came back into the room he'd shed everything but
his cut-off's, and they were unbuttoned about half way down.  He surprised me
by laying down on the bed right beside me.  "Thanks for bein' such a great friend,
Doug," he said in a low voice.  He put his hand lightly on my chest.  I rolled to
my side to face him and touched his shoulder.  I whispered back, "Thank you."
     For a long minute we just laid side by side.  Ron's hand slipped absently
over my chest, finally finding a nipple to lightly tweak.  My heart was beating a
mile a minute.  I thought he was about to say something, but he just slipped his
hand over my shoulder, ran it down my back, and then pulled our two bodies
lightly together.  I put my hand on his back and, after a minute or two, we pressed
together more tightly.  We just laid together, side by side, hugging and snuggling
for a long time.  Ron's hand moved over my back, mine moved up and down his
side, and our bodies were separated only by our cut-off's.  I could feel his cock
expanding against my crotch.
     "Doug, old buddy --- we gotta talk," Ron said as we lay pressed against
each other, cheeks lightly touching.  Ron pulled his head back.  Our eyes locked
on each other for quite a time before the talking actually started.  It was like he
was searching me.  His voice was very low --- barely audible.  "I been thinkin'
a lot about you and some of the stuff you been sayin', Doug.  I been rememberin'
back to when I was eighteen and what I was thinkin', and how dammed fucked
up I was.  I think I was feelin' about the same way you're feelin'."  His hand
continued to lightly stroke my back.  
     Our eyes were still locked on each other.  "Can you keep secrets?", he
asked.  I nodded.  A little grin broke out on his face.  "If you ever tell anybody
what I'm gonna tell you this weekend you'll be in very deep shit."  "God, Ron ---
you're my hero.  I'd never tell something you told me to someone else. 
Especially if you told me not to."  
     Ron's hand moved to my arm and then ran over my chest very lightly. 
"Well --- only one other person in the whole world knows what I'm probably
gonna tell you today, and I've really been wonderin' if I'm wise to double that
number to two.  If word leaked out about what I think about some of this stuff,
I'd lose everything.  I mean everything!  My job, because I know I'd get thrown
out of the union, and probably Alice would sue me and maybe get my house and
all that kind of stuff.  All kinds of shit would definitely come down.  That's why
I've decided to be real careful and not tell anybody anything.  I wasn't gonna tell
even one person anything after Alice and me split, but it's too lonely that way. 
Maybe someday I'll move to the coast or something and then I can be free to say
what I'm thinkin'."  I got a little panic stab at the thought of my hero moving
away.  I guess he saw the reaction.  "Don't have a shit fit, bro --- I ain't movin'
anytime soon."
     I ran my hand over his side and down his thigh below his cut-off's.  God,
what an awesome body he had --- much bigger and more firm and hard than
Brian's.  He shuddered at my touch.  "Oooh, that feels good," he said, adding,
"See, Doug --- in our town there's only one way people think the world should
operate.  A guy like you's gotta chase skirts 'til you catch one.  Then you get
married and raise four kids, work your ass off, buy a little house, do all the
security shit your woman wants, get old, retire, and bounce your grandkids on
your knee.  I think they call that 'gettin' domesticated', or something.  People
around here think that's life, but it ain't what turns me on.  Anybody who thinks
different than that is goin' to hell in a handbasket according to them."  Ron
paused.  
     We continued our one finger touching of each other.  He looked me in the
eye.  "Well, fuck man --- I've tried damn hard but I can't make my head go that
way.  I think really different now, and --- for the first time --- pretty much
everything in my life finally makes sense.  When I was your age I thought gettin'
a broad and fuckin' every day would cure everything, but it didn't.  I was a jock
too, when I was eighteen --- and I got real good at seein' what I wanted to see in
the locker room without anyone else knowin'.  Now I know a lot of stuff.  Like,
a whole lot of those guys in the locker room were doin' the same thing I was
doin'.  They were lying to themselves and each other, sneakin' a lot of peeks at
the other guys, and doin' a lot of lonesome jackin' off.  Those kind will never be
happy because they're livin' a lie.  I also now know that if Alice had wanted to
fuck five times a day, it still wouldn't have made me feel okay or change things."
     He searched my eyes for another long minute.  "Doug --- you're a real
prize, but you're too shook up and hung up to know it yet.  If you decide to say
'screw it' to the way everyone else in our town says is right, you've got to be very
careful or your world is gonna collapse around you."  
     Ron continued staring into my eyes.  "Fuck, man --- it's the reason I got
married --- to try to go the normal route.  Screwed me up, and screwed Alice up,
too.  She's a wonderful chick, man.  It ain't her fault she's got different needs
than me.  She couldn't help havin' PMS and bein' on a physical and emotional
roller coaster every month.  I didn't want to fuck up her head.  Someday I won't
be able to hide my real self anymore, and by that time I hope to be able to move
away so I can be openly free."  He put his hand on my shoulder.  "Doug --- if
you're thinkin' what I think you're thinkin', you gotta make the same kind of
plans.  Either that, or live the lie --- like everyone wants you to live."
     We went back to just holding each other gently for another few minutes. 
Our hands moved lightly over each others sides, backs, over jeans covered ass
cheeks, and down naked thighs.  Our bodies were pressed tightly together, our
faces side by side, with my mouth right next to Ron's ear.  I smelled the faint
smell of wonderful after-shave.  I really wanted to whisper "I love you" in his ear
but I didn't dare.
     A few moments later he whispered in my ear, "You're first!"  I leaned
back and looked him in the eye.  "What do you mean?"  He got a cute grin on his
face.  "What I mean is, if you want to do something more than just lay here
squeezin' me to death, go ahead and do it."  I looked for some clarification.  He
rolled on to his back pulling me up on top of him.  He leered at me wickedly. 
"Take me, big boy.  I'm yours!"
     I know I wouldn't have dared to move ahead so boldly if I hadn't seen
Ron and my brother do so much with each other on the tube and then had a
chance to see it again on videotape.  I knew a lot about what Ron liked, but I had
to be careful because he didn't know I'd seen him doing all those things.
     I started to put my lips lightly on his cheek as my hands moved down his
sides.  His hands began sweeping my back and going over my denim covered
buns, pulling my groin hard against his.  My lips slipped across his cheek getting
closer and closer to his mouth.  Our bodies began to lightly grind together.
     Then, we kissed!  It was very tentative at first, and happened because my
lips had moved across his cheek near his mouth again and then Ron had moved
his head so that they'd meet.  Our hands were sweeping each other's bodies as our
groins pressed together harder and harder.  The urgency was building.  We rolled
to our sides again and our hands slipped inside each other's cut-off's.  Ron
stopped to unbutton mine some more, and soon we were pushing them down,
exposing each other's erections.
     Everything was happening faster and faster.  Our mouths were now locked
on each other as our hands pushed each others shorts down past knees to ankles. 
As we embraced we again rolled together so that I was on top.  I began kissing
and licking Ron's face, neck, and then moved my moist lips over his chest.  I
could feel his big, thick, hard cock pressed against my belly as our two love
muscles slipped and slid together side by side.  The only lube we had was a bit
of dampness from our sweat.  Ron's hands were gripping and kneading my ass
cheeks.
     I bent to lick his nipples.  Ron's body continued to move under me and he
let out some low moans.  It was my intention to continue licking downward, but
Ron held my asscheeks to keep our cocks grinding together so that I couldn't
move my lips toward his prize.  We began to just dry fuck each other, body to
body, with greater abandon.  Ron pulled my head up to his and we kissed some
more while our cocks continued jacking each other off.  
     It was almost like riding a bucking bronco.  Ron's body was grinding up
and down, round and round, thrusting his huge piece of meat against me as his
hips rotated.  My own movements seemed to be in perfect harmony as our huge
logs slipped and slid against each other.
     And, that was it!  Just a wild, dry humping body to body fuck.  His legs
had been spread wide and then flipped up to lay over mine.  His hands squeezed
my asscheeks and a finger sometimes strayed over my asshole, but nobody
actually entered anyone else.  With lots of moans, groans and frantic frenching,
Ron's monster cock spewed a big load of cream between our bodies as we rocked
together.  After a momentary lull in his movements, Ron's began again to fiercely
rotate his hips and his hands frantically moved over my back and ass in frenzied
anticipation of my joining him in this ultimate ecstasy.  It took a few more
minutes, and then I, too, erupted... sending blast after blast of hot cum to mix with
his between our bodies.
     We moved to a side-by-side positions and laid pressed together for a long
time after the final thrusts.  Our perspiration keep the cum from drying between
our bodies. 
     Holy shit, what a wild experience.  This was Ron, the handsome big stud
carpenter from across the street, and it wasn't a video anymore... it was a loving,
wonderful, person to person episode, and I wanted more.
     Ron let me wash him when we showered.  This time I actually got to
handle and play with his big cudgel and balls.  After I had done an overly
thorough job on Ron, he did the same to me, finally getting down in the shower
and taking my boner in his mouth as the water beat down on us.  He sucked me
for a while, and then I wanted to do the same for him but he stopped me.  "That's
for later, you big blond bear."  We dried each other, stopped to brush our teeth,
and then went back to the bed.
     Ron fooled around in the bathroom for a minute and I laid on the bed
waiting and wondering what awesome experience we'd have next.  When he came
into the room he had a wet washcloth, a towel, a jar of something called "Lube,"
a little squeeze bottle of after shave, a can of shaving cream and some razors. 
"Time to do that little shave job, Doug," he said as he sat down on the bed beside
me.  He had me spread my legs as he very carefully shaved all the extra hair from
my cock, balls, between my legs, and around my asshole.  Holy shit... it was
almost better than sex.  I got a roaring erection as he handled my schlong,
cautiously shaving the extra hairs from my cockstem.  
     He had me flip my legs up over my body while he even shaved all the
hairs around my touchy asshole and down the crack between my legs to my balls. 
It must have taken almost a half hour to do the whole job.  I was so close to
cumming a few times as he ministered to me that I had to make him stop until the
intense feelings subsided a bit.  He finished by using a creamy after shave called,
"Afta," rubbing it around the area until he had me fully worked up again.
     After he'd finished, Ron just laid beside me on his back as if he was tired
from his shaving labors.  We kissed and hugged for a while and then he let me
do what I wanted to do to him.  I touched and fondled him everywhere.  Of
course, it was that awesome cock I was primarily interested in.  I toyed with it,
licked it, then licked his balls, and soon was sucking him as best as I knew how. 
I'd dreamed many times of sucking Ron dry and tasting his cum.  Now was my
chance as he just lay across the bed, "oooh'ing," moaning, and absently running
his hands over my body.
     I licked his inner thighs, spreading his legs wide apart.  I raised and spread
his legs even more, licking him deep in the crevice under his balls, and running
my tongue over his asshole until he squirmed in ecstasy.  I wanted to experience
everything I'd ever thought of or witnessed Ron do with Christopher on the video. 
I gave him a most thorough going over with my hands and my tongue, probably
taking close to an hour to do my explorations.
     Since I knew more about what Ron liked that he knew I knew, when I
began actually sucking his turgid pole my fingers moved to fondle his asshole. 
I could feel his reactions to what my fingers were doing at his back door in the
stiffness of the probe I was sucking.  If I pressed a finger slightly in to him his
cock would instantly tighten, his whole body would tense and I'd hear a moan. 
So... I went further.  As I crouched between his wide spread legs my finger went
more deeply into him each time my mouth slid down his pole.
     I think cocksucking comes very naturally to someone who has thought a
lot about it, no matter how little experience the sucker has.  I'd also learned a lot
as I'd watched some pro's in action on my video screen, complete with a video
replay.  Of course, I knew about not using teeth, but I'd also studied all of the
special little nuances that seemed to make it all feel a whole lot better.  Certainly,
the stud beneath me who was experiencing my labor was feeling no pain.
     One finger became two as my mouth became more and more capable of
taking more and more of Ron's huge cock without gagging.  It was strange that
I could so quickly figure out my reflexes without any experience.
     Ron was thrashing in delirium as I finger fucked and sucked him.  "Holy
shit, Doug... I'm gonna cum, buddy!"  I would have held back and made it last
longer but my neck was getting sore.  I went for it, ramming him deeply with two
fingers as I took more and more of his throbbing pole into my throat.  And then,
it happened!  His whole body spasmed and his cock began to quickly pulsate.  I
almost gagged so I pulled my head back to get the bulk of his jism in my mouth
when he blew.  
     There's really no describing the thrill we both had in those moments... me,
tasting my first wonderful cum and Ron experiencing one of his most exciting
orgasms (or so he later said).
     He pulled me up on top of him and we hugged and kissed some more.  I
knew he was getting a taste of his own secretions as our kissing became very
deep. Ron reached to the bedside table and brought over the jar of Lube,
unscrewing the top.  "Doug, baby... put some in me."  Of course, I knew exactly
what he meant and I was very ready.  His legs were already spread and I easily
reached his asshole with my well lubed fingers.
     "We gotta go easy, man... you're pretty big," Ron said.  He reached
between us and began fondling my randy spear, slowly moving it into position as
I got up into a push-up position above him.  My fingers continued to loosen his
ass with the slippery stuff, and then he replaced my fingers with my cock.  It was
a very slow and apparently painful procedure, until he got my big horn firmly
"planted" inside of him.  He squirmed a bit until I was deep inside of him, his
hands went to my hips to guide me, and then our movement began.
     The tightness of his hot, moist cavern and my already randy condition
didn't allow for much play.  Every nerve in my body was alive.  My newly shorn
balls had been slapping against Ron's ass cheeks.  It was all too much... a total
assault on my senses beyond anything I'd ever experienced.  
     After only a few strokes my cum boiled up and I blew!  We had a flurry
of movement during my protracted orgasm.  Then, I collapsed on him.  Again we
kissed and hugged while Ron held my asscheeks and ran his fingers up and down
my asscrack.  I thought I should pull out but he held me in position and continued
to fondle me.  I'd lost some of my hardness, but slowly the tremendous sensations
I was experiencing gave me a second wind.  
     The rod buried deeply in my hero began to become fully rigid again.  Ron
shifted below me, his hands pulled me fully in to him, and then the movements
of sex started again... ever so slowly at first, then building to the intensity of a full
blown fuck.  
     This time I had staying power.  Ron changed position so that his legs were
over his head, the backs of his knees almost at my shoulders, and we could look
into each other's eyes but really couldn't comfortably kiss.  This was, by far, the
most animalistic episode I'd ever experienced.  It was raw, hard, deeply thrusting,
sweat bathed, powerful sex!  Our bodies pounded together.  
     I flashed on the fact that I'd never remembered Ron's sex with Christopher
being so rough, but it seemed to be clearly what Ron wanted.  Our bodies
pounded together in pure lust until Ron stopped the action and, while still
connected, we turned so that he was on his stomach and I was laid on across his
broad back.  We had many minutes of intense, driving, thrusting again in this
wonderful new position.  I could lay out across him and meet his movements as
he pivoted his hips.  It seemed that I was much more deeply buried in his fiery,
tightly constricted mine shaft.
     Our bodies moved in total union with each other.  It seemed like I could
feel everything... the tight squeezing of Ron's heated love tunnel as it massaged
my swollen probe, the dampness of his sweaty, smooth skin as I laid out across
his powerful frame, the sensations of my balls lightly slapping against his inner
thighs with every mighty thrust of my driving spear.
     And then, finally, it was over.  The assault on my senses was far too
intense.  Ron's body began quaking beneath me and I felt his tight sphincter
compress even more tightly around my inflated lance.  I sent shot after shot of
scalding cum into my hero's innards as we ricocheted off each other in the
intensity of ejaculation.
     We wiped up the sheets with a damp towel as best we could and then
showered together again.  The sheets had been dampened because Ron had fired
a load of his own during our fabulous fuck.  We got each other clean and dried
and then fell asleep on the other bed in each others arms.
     The races?  
     We never saw them!
     Until check-out time (noon) on Sunday we fondled, fucked, sucked, slept
an hour or two to recharge some batteries, showered, dressed up enough to eat at
the little cafe out front, and then went back to the room to experiment all over
again.
     We drove home, laughing and talking like the two best buddies in the
world.  Since we'd driven in my car we ended up at my house.  Naturally, I
invited Ron in and we ended up in my room.  I knew that Christopher wouldn't
be back until late that night and Mom wouldn't be back until late on Monday. 
We hadn't had sex in at least two hours and I was feeing really horny... and a
little bit curious.  Even though I knew that Ron's sausage was huge, long and
thick, I wanted to see what the big deal was about getting fucked in the ass.  After
all, during the preceding twenty-four hours I'd plowed Ron's ass three times, and
twice he'd blown a load in the process.
     So, I closed the garage door so nobody could see my car, locked the house
up and bolted my bedroom door.  I stripped Ron, he stripped me, we kissed,
fondled and lubed until we were both again wild with lust.  Ron knew what I
wanted and said he was a little fearful of hurting me.  He was also feeling pretty
wild about plowing my virgin ass.
     Wow!  It really is "The agony and the ecstasy!"  Even though we went
very slowly and Ron was exceedingly patient, I almost stopped the proceedings
a few times because of the intensity of the pain.  I finally learned to relax and
"push," and slowly Ron slipped his huge, slippery club deeply into my torrid
virgin cavity.  The pain subsided.  Even though we'd probably unloaded each
other at least eight times since our orgy had started, the tightness and the other
sensations were too much for Ron, and soon my innards were bathed with a load
of his juices.
     Just as he had done, I kept him in me as we slipped to our sides and kissed
some more.  "How we gonna handle the future, Doug?," he whispered.  I didn't
fully know what he meant.  He added, "I don't think it's gonna be easy going
back to the high five's and the 'how ya doing's', at least not for me.  There's one
other person I've been close to like this, but I feel much closer to you."  
     It just slipped out of me.  "Is it my brother?"  Ron looked at me a little
shocked.  There was a pause before he spoke.  I felt his huge probe start to soften
in my ass.  "Geez, Doug... answerin' that could be really dangerous."  I hugged
him.  "I'm sorry, Ron.  I just thought you guys were pretty close the last month...
that's all."  Ron looked at me.  "It shows?"  I said, "Not really... only that you're
close."
     Well... we laid together side-by-side, still connected, and confessed what
we'd been doing.  He told me everything about Christopher, and I told him all
about Brian.  We talked about everything... curiosities, sizes, feelings... everything,
except for my video productions.  And then, things got sensual again.  We began
to embrace again, kissed a bit, and then let our hands move over each others
bodies, exploring, fondling.  I felt his organ stiffen, and he again began moving
lightly inside of me.
     Now there was no pain... just the feeling of being stretched wide.  We  did
the whole thing in that side-by-side position, rocking together, my cock sliding
against his washboard stomach, Ron's leg laying over my body, our hands
exploring as we deeply kissed.  My prostate couldn't handle the massage of his
sliding shaft anymore and I had the strangest, most unusual "cum" of my life.  We
continued for a while longer and then, after a flurry of heart pounding thrusts, my
bowels were again flooded with his fiery seed.
     Ron had been inside me so long that I felt very strange and empty when
his huge sausage finally slipped from my asshole.  We probably spent another
hour just fondling, hugging, kissing and snoozing before our passions began to
reawaken again.  One more time that day Ron lubed my cock and his asshole and
then helped me plant my root deeply of him.  I had told him I loved being spread
out across his back, so that's how it was done.  I was in him a long time too,
thrusting deeply, before my juices finally boiled over.  
     Again we hugged and kissed a while before finally taking a shower
together.  It was coming close to the time when Christopher might arrive so Ron
finally split.
     I was sore all the next day.  Even my pelvis muscles were sore from
having rotated so much.  My cock felt drained and almost raw, and my poor
asshole felt like it had been stretched to the limit.  I was very careful not to appear
like I was walking funny.
     I stopped by to see Ron after a pizza delivery and he was extremely
cordial.  We couldn't hide in the uncompleted house for even a little hug, since
there was an electrician working on the site that day, too.  Ron asked what I was
doing on Thursday after work.  I told him I got off at six on Thursday, and he
asked me if I wanted to meet him at a motel in a town about twelve miles away.
     So... that's how it went.  About once a week we'd make excuses to
everyone and slip away for a long evening of torrid, mushy, loving, wild sex. 
Ron said we'd need to be sure not to let the world catch on to what we were
doing, and we made a deal that I'd continue to fool around with Brian and he'd
continue to see Christopher.  He said he thought it would be a really good idea to
get our little foursome together sometime soon so that we could share our secrets
before they came out the wrong way and somebody got in trouble.
     Well... the plans are all made.  On labor day weekend, just a few weeks
from now... Brian, Christopher, Ron and I have rented a very remote lake cabin
for a long holiday weekend.  Of course, Brian and Christopher have no idea about
what's going to happen.  At this moment each of them are probably scheming
about how they're going to get away with the one they think is their sex partner
without the others finding out.  Ron and I have talked about how careful we need
to be, but... it ought to be a blast!

                          -0-

NOTE:  This is a story from a series we've called, "First Encounters of a Close
Kind."  Like it?  You can E-mail me at b4@earthlink.net with your comments. 
Check under my name in the authors section for other stories in this series.
---  Bill Fore