Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 03:40:09 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: My Dream II, M/t/t/t Oral anal military incest spank

Dear Readers of ASSGM,

This story is a fantasy written for a new friend I met as the
result of one of the stories I've presented to you. It is my
interpretation of a fantasy I think he might like to live. It is
posted here as a gift to him -- and as an apology to all of you.
Because of copyright and other concerns, no more of the "My
Dads" story will be posted here, at least for now.

This story sort of covers, in microcosm, the concepts and ideas
that are presented in "My Dads" as well as fulfilling (I hope)
its task as a small gift to a new friend.



17January2000. There's some corrections here, as well as an
entirely new second part. I'm posting the entire story for those
who may not have the first part. I hope that my friend sees this
story, and realizes that I think of him all the time and hope
that he is doing well and is enjoying life.



My Dream

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net


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Disclaimer. This is not a true story. It is a fantasy created
for a friend who is becoming an important person to the author.
Readers are asked to share in this fantasy only if they are of
legal age to read the material in their governmental
jurisdiction. This material may include (I don't know, I haven't
written it yet) descriptions of sexual acts between consenting
adults of the same sexual perversion, uhhh... persuasion.





If you can comply with all of the above (and any of the below
you care to) then --- Onward, into the breach (as it were) fair
reader.



----



College was getting to be a drag. I mean, like I figured that
leaving High School and going to college would open up the world
for me. At least a little bit. Four years in a Florida High
School just isn't the best environment for a young stud looking
for sex with another young stud. I mean, get serious! But with
all the studying, gymnastics practice, visiting my parents and
trying to write papers and complete assigned projects, my social
life was hurtin'. Or more like non-existent.

At five foot, five inches tall and one hundred and six pounds,
I'm not exactly what you'd call a brute. Neither the football
team or the basketball team are beating on my door trying to get
me to join up, but I'm doing OK with gymnastics. I'm on the
freshman team. I don't think I'll ever be Olympics material, but
the coach is seriously considering me for a spot on the varsity
team. He's been giving me special attention, and even arranged a
one hour a week special training session with just he and I.

The coach is an ex-Marine, and with his burly body and buzz
haircut, he looks it. Ever since I first saw that commercial on
TV where the shining knight turns into that fantastic Marine in
Dress Blues with that cool sword, I've had the serious hots for
going to bed with a Marine stud. I don't think the coach is
going to be the answer to my dreams though. He's so straight, he
makes a ruler look like a plate of spaghetti. He is nice to me
though, and has spent some time telling me about Marines and
boot camp and what it is to be "One of the few..."

So anyway, my freshman year went by with me making only a few
friends and having my sex restricted to jacking off and a couple
of blow jobs shared with a couple of old buddies from High
School who went to work instead of college. Just before summer
break the coach told me that if I'd sign up for at least one
academic class during the summer he'd put me on the special
training squad he was running for the varsity gymnastics team
that summer. If I worked out OK, I'd be a member of the varsity
team in the fall when the new school year started. There were
only two other freshmen who had been invited so I felt pretty
special. I talked it over with my dad and he decided that it was
more important for me to take the offer than to work that
summer. He said that if I got at least B's in my classes (there
were two I wanted to take) and made the team, he'd not only
spring for the tuition and books, but he'd give me a bonus of
the spending money I would have earned working at a job. My dad
is so cool!

So the day before summer session started I found myself moving
my stuff into a room in the dorm the guys in the summer
athletics program were using. Since the other two freshmen had
decided to room together, I ended up with a room to myself. I
was just putting away the last of my stuff when there was a
knock at the door and the coach walked in.

"Hey, Jon." the coach said to me in his big, booming voice. "An
old Marine buddy of mine sent some of his boys to me for special
training during the summer session. I ended up with one extra.
Do you mind if he shares your room?"

From behind him the source of all my fantasies entered the room.
Six foot one of solid hunk wearing Marine Corps Dress Greens and
carrying a duffle bag in his left hand. A firestorm of lust
swept over my body as my dick turned into a rigid pole sticking
down the leg of my new Levis' and I didn't hear another word the
coach said as the blood pounded in my ears. The green hunk stuck
his hand out and I automatically responded. As my hand
disappeared into his warm handshake I felt a warm mess shooting
down my leg.

The best I could manage was, "Uhh... Uhh... No problem coach.
Whatever you want. Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom..." I
pushed past the coach and the mountain of green muscle and
rushed down the hallway to the communal bathroom. I locked
myself into one of the stalls and dropped my pants. There was
cum all over my leg and the inside of my Levis. What a fucking
mess! I cleaned it up as good as I could with toilet paper and
then just sat on the crapper and tried to catch my breath and
get my thoughts together while my pants dried.

Obviously, I'd fucked up big time. Popping an erection and
blowing my wad like that. No way the coach was going to let that
young Marine stay in a room with a pervert that reacted like I
had. Now the only problem was whether the coach was going to
throw me out of the athletics program or even have me expelled
from school. I sat there and tried to figure out what to do and
how I was going to tell my dad until my butt felt like lead and
both my legs had gone to sleep. I finally got up and made myself
presentable and shuffled off down the hallway back to my room,
feeling like my whole world had just fallen apart. I felt like
crying and really didn't know what to do with my life.

I opened the door and drug my feet into my room. There, sitting
at attention on the edge of one of the rooms two chairs was the
young Marine. As soon as I walked into the room he stood up and
faced me. His duffle bag was propped up against the wall and he
hadn't even started to unpack or move in or anything.

"Look. I'm sorry if I upset you. The coach told me to stay here
and that I would be OK. If it bothers you because I'm a Marine
or something I'll take my stuff and go tell the coach he'll just
have to find somewhere else to put me."

"No," I mumbled, "go ahead and unpack your stuff. You just
surprised me is all."

And so started the most miserable week in my eighteen years of
life. When I wasn't in class or working out in the gym, I hid
out as much as possible, and when I had to be in our room with
Zack (I'd overheard one of his Marine buddies call him that) I
just did what I had to and tried to keep my eyes off of him. I
don't think we said ten words between us all week long.

Zack was a real outgoing, easy to like person and was soon
popular with most of the jocks. He was attending school as part
of an experimental program. He and his friends were training to
be instructors. Taking Education classes and learning to teach
physical education, including some special martial arts classes.
His social life was soon quite busy with the jocks and a bunch
of the college girls vying for his attention. He wasn't in the
room much except to sleep, clean-up, change clothes and maybe
study a little. When he was there it drove me crazy. He was used
to living in the barracks with a bunch of guys and thought
nothing of walking around in those stupid white military boxer
shorts with the fly that gapped open showing his pubic hair and
the top of his thick organ. When he took a shower, he'd strip
down naked in our room, throw his towel over his shoulder and
saunter off to the showers. He'd come back with water beading
his body and that damn towel either in his hand or over his
shoulder again.

Then he'd stand there in the middle of the room and carefully
dry himself off. Bending and twisting. Showing the groove of his
ass filled with dark blond hairs or the pendulous heaviness of
his fully sheathed cock as it swung back and forth across the
heavy fullness of his bloated sac with his body movements. I
tried not to look, but the beauty of his fully masculine body
made me forget my resolve every time he exposed himself to me.

Like I said, he was about six foot, one inch tall, maybe six-
two. His body was completely hairless except for the dark blond
hair on his head, cut into a high-sidewalls Marine Corps style
that looked fantastic on his handsome, well shaped head. Heavy,
shining eyebrows formed a masculine bar over his piercing blue-
green eyes. His antediluvian, heavy jawed, honest Polish face
was clean shaven and clear skinned. Dark tufts of hair appeared
and disappeared from the armpits under his massively muscled
shoulders. There was no more hair on his torso until my eyes
reached a perfect little trapezoid of curly blond hair that
seemed to float over the wide base of his translucent skinned
shaft. Little blue veins showed through the skin in a delicate
tracery of interconnected pathways. A loose hood hung below the
nose of his dickhead from where it was stretched wide by the
obvious mushroom shape of the corona. Every once in a while the
hood would pull back far enough that could catch a glimpse of a
smoothly rounded nose split by a generous, primly lipped mouth.
Add a light dusting of blond hairs short, fine hairs to calves
and forearms and that was all the hair on his body. None on his
potbellied balls and only a few short strands in his groin.

All he had to do was walk into the room and my dick would stand
up and start dripping slime. When he would get naked my erection
would flow like a faucet. I started stuffing one of my
handkerchiefs into my underpants to soak up the mess before it
wet the clothes I was wearing. I never got into or out of bed
unless he was out of the room or the lights were doused.

Saturday morning I got out of bed and dressed as soon as Zack
left to take his morning shower. He slept nude and had a piss
hardon when he got up that morning. I guess he thought I was
asleep because he made no effort to hide the monster before he
finally restrained it under the towel he firmly knotted around
his waist just before he ambled off to his morning micturition
and douche routine. I'd finally observed the object of my
obsession in full erection. Normally, his penis dangled before
my ocular's in what I estimated as a seven or eight inch arch of
plump vascular tissue. My imagination had been rampant with
imaginations of how huge the thing must get when engorged.
Reality astounded me when I realized that he only added one or
two inches when  extended although the already stout cudgel
seemed to become half again bigger around. Drool seeped from my
mouth and my entire body shook as though I had the ague as I
fumbled around trying to clothe myself.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I couldn't take any
more of this. My face was pale and drawn, my eyes were bloodshot
and every muscle was twitching and trembling. In a panic, I sat
down at my study table and tried to compose a note to the coach
explaining that because of family obligations I was going to
have to drop out of the athletics program and move back home.
While I was fumbling with meaningless words, Zack returned to
the room and began his drying off routine. I hunched over my
paper so he couldn't see what I was attempting to write and so I
couldn't look at him.

"Jon. What's the matter?" came from behind me. I guess he
noticed my shaking or something. I couldn't think of anything to
say so I just hunched down further and tried to hold myself
still. I heard his bare foot take a step and then his heated
hand touched my shoulder. I jumped up and rushed to the
sidewall. I had to stand there facing the wall because my
erection was caught in the short pants I'd put on and was
sticking straight out making an obvious tent in the front of my
James Bean's.

"What the Hell is going on!" Zack demanded as he grabbed me by
the shoulder and spun me around.

Tears were leaking from my eyes and my face flushed crimson as
his eyes dropped and stared at the obviously prominent
protuberance in my shorts that I was trying to cover with my
clawed hands.

"Hey..." he started to say as he reached up to touch my shoulder
with two fingers. I guess I must have gone a little crazy or
hysterical or something because I tried to shove him out of the
way and run out of the room. He gathered me into his arms and
held me against his naked torso as I screamed and fought to
escape. I might as well have tried to push the concrete
dormitory down with my bare hands. He just calmly held me and
kept me from hurting myself. When I was finally exhausted Zack
sat down on his bed and held me on his lap in his strong arms. I
couldn't believe it. I'd spent my entire adolescence shying way
from any sort of intimate interaction with people and here I was
clad only in a pair of abbreviated hiking shorts in the lap of a
naked hunk I was crazy with lust for. I was trembling with
exhaustion and fear, my tear-stained face stuck to his smooth-
hard-warm chest with his slow steady heartbeat playing
counterpoint to the rapid beat of my own heart in my ears.

His deep, mellow voice rumbled through his chest into my ears as
he reached down and touched the bulge caused by my still erect
penis. "Is this what your hiding is all about?" he asked.

I reacted to his touch by throwing a fit. Thrashing around,
trying to escape and run away. Somehow I managed to hit his nose
and a trickle of scarlet blood ran down his upper lip. Flipping
me over in mid-air like a stuffed toy, he slammed me belly-down
over his naked thighs. Holding me down with one huge paw in the
middle of my back, he pulled my loose shorts down over my narrow
hips, baring the melon shaped globes of my ass. His hand
completely covered my buttocks as it crashed into them with
enough force to send a shock through my whole body. I redoubled
my efforts to escape which just caused him to spank me even
harder. I tried to bite him and he whacked me in the back of the
head.

"No biting!" he calmly said.

I continued to struggle to get free, but he held me across his
lap effortlessly and continued to paddle me with equal ease. I
couldn't believe how turned on I was by the whipping he was
giving me and the feel of my now naked body rubbing against his.
I felt like I was swelling up so big I was going to explode --
and then I did. As his hand hit my ass I convulsed and
ejaculated against his thigh. Every time he swatted me my five
inch cock would erupt against the warm oak hardness of his thigh
again. I finally drained my system, reaching the end of any
possible further orgasm and just lay across his lap crying, half
from the pain and half from shame, as he continued to spank me
for being a bad boy and having bad thoughts.

Zack finally stopped spanking me. As he lifted me back up to sit
on his lap my shorts fell off my ankles to the green carpet and
I cried even harder with the shame of my idol having found out
that I was a pervert and seeing my now totally naked, and next
to his magnificence, inadequate body. I put my narrow arms
around the barrel of his chest and buried my face in the deep
cleft between his broad pectorals as my body shook with deep,
wracking sobs. Zack just put his arms around me and gently held
my weeping, trembling body to his.

Exhausted, emotionally drained and now deeply depressed, I
finally stopped crying and just sagged against the massive wall
of Zack's body. Lifeless and feeling helpless, my defenses
crumbled and I just gave up. Zack leaned a bit to the side and
poured some of his drinking water from the bottle on his desk on
the T-shirt he'd been wearing earlier. His other hand gripped my
head and leaned it back and he used the damp cloth to clean my
face.

Zack tossed his T-shirt back on his desk and just stared into my
face, and then up and down my small body until his eyes returned
to my face and he asked, "Why?"

I was too worn out, exhausted and confused to understand what he
was asking. I guess it must have showed on my face because Zack
asked again, "Why me? Why get so wound up over me?"

I just shrugged. How could I explain what he meant to me. How
good he looked, the power that constantly radiated from him. His
warmth and gracefulness. His strength and gentleness. His
ability to talk and laugh and get along with almost everyone.
His popularity, his athletic ability. His, his manliness. The
rampant masculinity he exhibited in everything he did and
everything about him. The smell of him that drove me crazy with
desire. "Because you're so beautiful." is what came out of my
mouth. I immediately flushed bright red when I realized what I'd
said to his masculine hunk. This Mans Man. This Marine.

"Me?"

I just nodded, the heat of his hand supporting my head crinkling
my hair with the movement.

This burly Marine just stared deeply into my eyes. His eyes got
closer and closer to mine and I fell deeper and deeper under his
control. I felt his breath wash across my face and then his lips
burned me as they covered my mouth and his eyelids slid closed
as my mouth opened to his osculation. I'd never been actually
kissed before. Never in a sexual, I want to feel and taste you,
make love to you way. My mouth sagged open to his insistent,
probing tongue as his hand held my face to his and his lips and
mouth and tongue searched and demanded.

Zack was kissing me! Me! This brute stud Marine was holding me
too him and kissing me! My arms reached up around his thick neck
and I pulled my face into his with the audacity of a sex starved
boy with nothing else to lose. All I knew was that I was being
held and loved by the object of my fixation and I wanted
everything I could get. I gave back as good as I was getting,
sucking and licking Zack's tongue where it invaded my mouth.
Nibbling and biting at his tongue and full, firm lips. Attacking
his lips and ears and throat. Sucking and biting and kissing and
licking frantically to acquire all that I could before this
dream ended.

Zack finally pulled my head back from his and stared deep and
hard into my eyes. "I've never done this with a man before. What
do we do now?" his passion fogged voice rumbled out of his deep
chest.

With my hands still holding onto the back of his strong neck, I
shrugged, "I don't know. I'm still a virgin."

His shocked eyes stared in disbelief at my innocent face. Then
his facial muscles started making weird movements and strange
sounds started coming out of his chest. Then he lost control and
started to laugh. Now I was shocked. He'd led me on. Trapped me.
Gotten me to admit my deepest shame. That I was a man-lover and
an eighteen year old virgin. I thought he cared, and now that he
had my secret and had me in his clutches, he was laughing at me.

"I can't believe it," he laughed, "two naked studs grabbing each
other and neither one of us has any idea of what to do." He
wasn't laughing out loud any more but his face was twitching all
over. My mouth fell open in amazement. He'd said that I was a
stud like he was. He was as much at a loss as I was. Suddenly
the ridiculousness of the situation, and his reaction to it
overwhelmed me too. Both of us cracked up. Laughing out loud.
Howling in laughter until we fell on the floor and just laid on
the rug, holding on to each other and rolling around laughing at
everything. We'd finally wind down and then we'd look at each
other and start laughing all over again.

Zack finally got up and then pulled me to my feet. He pulled me
to his body and gave me a big hug which I returned with gusto.
"Look, Little Dude. We're going to have to figure this thing
out. Everybody's going on that camping trip with the coach this
weekend so why don't we grab a shower and go get something to
eat. We can hide out and talk until everyone's left and then we
can come back here. How's that sound?"

"OK," is all I said. We grabbed our towels and shower kits (Zack
called his a douche kit, and so did I after that day) and headed
off to the showers. We didn't see anyone around so we figured
everyone was getting their sack lunches so they could leave on
the trip. We walked through the big bathroom back to the shower
area. Zack turned the corner and walked down to the end stall. I
started to go into the stall next to his but he said, "Come on,
we can share this one." I quickly looked around to see if anyone
was watching before scurrying into the anteroom with Zack who
was just standing there grinning at my precautions. Once I was
inside, he reached up and slid the cloth privacy curtain across
the opening.

Each shower stall consisted of two tiled rooms. The outside room
had a floor drain, a wooden bench and several hooks set into the
walls to hang stuff from. Zack dropped his kit on the bench and
hung his towel from one of the hooks. I usually had to get up on
the bench to hang anything but Zack noticed the hook would be
out of my reach and just casually took the towel from around my
neck and hung it up for me (I'd followed Zack to the bathroom
nude with my towel around my neck in imitation of his usual
style). By time I dug my soap, shampoo and cream rinse out of my
shower kit, Zack had already moved into the shower area.

As soon as I entered the five foot by six foot area Zack reached
up and slid that curtain closed as well. He took two steps to
the back of the tiled shower area and turned on the shower and
adjusted the temperature before getting under the water and
turning around several times to get wet. He took a step out of
the spray and put his hands on my shoulders and bent over and
smelled my hair. His hands propelled me around him and under the
shower and turned me around as he ruffled a hand through my hair
until I was wet all over. Then he pulled me back out from under
the running water and turned off the cold water, letting the
scalding hot water hit the opposite wall and create billows of
steam that warmed the small room and created a steam bath that
kept both of us wet.

Zack squeezed some of my shampoo into his palm and rubbed his
hands together and started to wash my hair. After a few seconds
of surprise, I just enjoyed leaned back against his sturdy body
and enjoyed having my hair washed by his gentle hands. I was
dozing off from the pleasurable feeling of having Zack slowly
and carefully manipulate my hair when he adjusted the water
temperature again and moved us under the warm spray to rinse my
hair. The floor tiles where hot from the scalding water and I
jumped around. Zack swatted my butt and told me to hold still. I
quit jumping around but I wrapped my hand around his testicles
and just held on.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"It's like the guy with the bad tooth told his dentist. `Go
ahead Doc, I trust you not to hurt me.'", I said.

Zack laughed his deep, pleased, happy sounding laugh and said,
"OK. Move your feet if you have to, but no jumping around!"

I held still after that, enjoying the sting of the hot tiles
against the tender soles of my bare feet, but I didn't let go of
Zack's balls and he acted like having me hold him like that was
the most natural thing in the world. We got out from under the
shower and Zack turned off the cold water again before starting
to put cream rinse on my hair. I stood facing him this time and
used both my hands to caress and explore his distended scrotum
and its amazing contents. I'd played with my own nuts plenty of
times but Zack's were at least three times the size of mine. I
was fascinated and hardly noticed when Zack started to wash my
neck and shoulders.

I automatically lifted my arms so he could wash my armpits and
didn't notice until latter that I wasn't ticklish to his touch
at all. He washed first one arm and then the other, removing my
hands from his groin one at a time to wash them. Then Zack sat
on the redwood bench and carefully washed my torso, front and
back. Carefully and thoroughly laving every square inch of my
tight upper body. I just stood there and let him turn me around
and wash me. I felt like a little boy being washed by his daddy,
and I love every second of the feeling.

Zack washed and massaged down my legs, lifting them one after
the other to wash my feet and between my toes. His considerate,
unfaltering touch never once felt ticklish but engendered
feelings of warmth, tranquillity, and caring. His soapy hands
traveled back up my legs and I spread my legs apart to allow him
complete access to assiduously bathe my groin, testicles and
penis. He even carefully retracted my foreskin to cleanse my
most intimate parts. His big hand moved back between my legs to
wash the inside of my crack. I squatted down a little bit to
make sure he had complete access as his broad fingers
painstakingly ensured that my crack and pucker were spotlessly
clean. Everything just felt so good when Zack did it.

As Zack stood back up, the hand that had been cleaning me
dragged up through my groin, gently cupped my genitals and then
swept across my abdomen. He  reached down with his other hand
and cupped my buttocks, lifting me to his hip. I hung there,
suspended from his tight body as he adjusted the water
temperature again and stepped under the spray to rinse us off.
When Zack put me back on my feet and began to carefully run his
hands all over my body, washing away the soap film I became
deeply aware of feeling like a little boy again. Only this time
I realized that I didn't really see Zack as my daddy. It was
more like he was my big brother who had joined the Marine Corps
and was glad to see me on his visit home. The way he treated me,
I felt cherished -- and loved.

I stepped into Zack and hugged him around the waist, trying to
tell him how much he meant to me also. Zack lifted me up until
our faces were at the same level. I wrapped my legs around his
waist and put my arms around his neck as his lips once again
covered mine. A not frantic, but fully engrossed period of
intense kissing followed as Zack put our heads under the shower
spray and thoroughly rinsed my hair as he searched my soul with
his tongue. How I kept from drowning, I'll never know -- or
care.

A lifetime or two later I moved my now trembling big Marine
brother over to the redwood bench and sat him down. As he
bemusedly touched and stroked my body, I used his shampoo to
wash the brush of hair on his head. I used my own soap to wash
his face. My hands steadied as they explored the solid, squared-
off bones and muscles of the heavy featured visage before me. My
hands moved back to explore and cleanse the almost too small
shells of Zack's close-set ears before glissading downward to
lave the corded pillar that swept up from his broad shoulders to
support his Antaean head. Both of my hands together reached
barely more than halfway around Zack's muscular neck. It felt
like I was jacking off an elephant's cock as I washed the now
submissive Marines flesh.

My self-assured studly Marine had been reduced to a bemused
idiot as he submitted to my control and tentatively touched me
as he became my boy, allowing me to wash and care for him as he
had me. What a wonderful feeling it was to know that I was in
charge and could touch, feel, explore the dream body before me.
I tilted Zack's head up and I initiated the kiss this time.
Hotly demanding that he open his lips to me as I probed his
willing mouth with my swollen tongue and ran my soapy hands
through the long rough hairs of his armpits. I felt his nipples
swelling and hardening as my palms swept back and forth across
the wide planes of his chest and up over the heavy shoulder
muscles. My fingers played with this titties and he moaned into
my mouth from deep in his throat as I squeezed and twisted the
jutting paps. Zack just continued moaning as my hands moved from
torturing the hard knobs of his mantits back under his armpits
and back to his titties over and over, my tongue busily
searching his teeth and lips and gums and the ridges and bloated
tongue of his mouth as his hands caressed and fondled the back
of my head and neck.

The curve of Zack's swollen, weeping cock fit snugly against his
lower abdomen as I straddled his thighs and worked my arms under
his so that I could begin washing the broad muscled surfaces of
his back. Embracing him, kissing him, washing him as the smooth-
slick-warm-wet fronts of our bodies learned to interlink and
mesh into one smoothly fitted blend of hot young man flesh. I
washed deep into the crack of his ass with my fingers and then
my hands disappeared into the crack between our bodies and
dipped into Zack's throbbing groin. Not an alliteration, but an
actual palpable throbbing brought on by lust and his thudding
heartbeat as my hands washed and groped and fondled the swollen
hairless scrotum. My fingertips played tendril tickle with the
short wisps of curly pubic hair which caused Zack to giggle into
my mouth in a really sexy way. My fingers lightly tracing the
outlines of Zack's engorged member caused his giggles to revert
to deep, passionate moans. This big hunk was completely under my
control, and we were both loving it.

I slid backwards off of Zack's lap and regretfully broke the
contact of our lips. As Zack leaned forward trying to keep
contact with my mouth I guided his zombie-like form to his feet
and lead him back to the shower, the steamy fog swirling around
our bodies as I adjusted the water temperature this time. I
turned Zack this way and that under the showerhead to rinse the
soap off and then climbed up his back. I stood there with one
hand holding on to his shoulder and my feet standing on the hard
swells of his buttocks as I rinsed his hair and face and ears.
Zack shook his head to get the water out of his ears as I slid
down his back to the hot shower tiles.

I turned the showerhead to spray the long way down the
showerstall and turned off the cold water again. New billows of
steam surged into the small room as I leaned Zack against the
hot water warmed tiles of the wall. I retrieved the soap and
knelt on the floor in front of Zack.

I lifted his right foot and put it in my lap and began to very
carefully wash his foot. My fingers laved between each of his
toes and my fingernails slid under his toenails in a thorough
cleaning process. I carefully pulled loose a broken corner of
one nail. I wiped away the excess soap and put the toe in my
mouth to nibble away the rough spot. The heat of my mouth caused
the whole showerroom to reverberate with the moans from Zack's
chest. I put the foot back in my lap and focused on cleaning
away any trace of dirt or dead skin. I'd washed myself many
times in my short life, but I'd never felt anything like the
glory of Zack's heavy muscles under my hands as they washed and
massaged their way up the hard muscles of the sturdy leg,
probing and studying every bit of the magnificent territory. By
the time my hands were working on Zack's groin and smooth
buttock, my penis had worked it's way up between my thighs and
was rigidly throbbing against the sole of Zack's quiescent foot.

I hugged myself to Zack's leg before lifting it back down to the
shower floor. I moved to the side a little bit to get in front
of the other leg and my erection slapped up against my tummy. I
lifted Zack's left foot into my lap and it completely covered my
five inch erection with ease. The pressure of Zack's foot
against me kept me on the verge of orgasm the entire time (and I
did take my time) I spent washing his foot, ankle, calf, knee,
massive, beautiful, wonderful thigh, smooth groin and rounded
buttock. I leaned the side of my face against Zack's soapy thigh
as my hands slid slowly back down his leg and put his foot,
regretfully, back down on the tiled floor.

I leaned back and Zack spread his feet as both of my hands moved
up between Zack's thighs to grasp his balls and begin most
gently washing them. Looking up as my hands wantonly fondled
Zack's most private and precious organs, I saw the wide expanse
of his manly organ jutting forth from his loins. The loose
foreskin was retracted, exposing maybe a third of the head of
his cockhead with the tight-skinned meatus fully exposed at the
end. As I watched, a bead of clear lube swelled from the lips of
the meatus. The movement of my hands caused Zack's organ to
throb and a streamer of the viscous lube streamed down towards
me. Involuntarily, my tongue reached forward and caught the
falling crystalline thread and a flavor unlike any I'd ever
experienced burst forth in my mouth.

Without really thinking about it, I raised up on my knees as my
tongue followed the streamer upwards to the source and my lips
closed over the head of Zack's cock to keep any of the magical
fluid from escaping. Suddenly, terror struck me again as I
realized what I had just done. I had a cock in my mouth. I was a
cocksucker. I'd just compromised the Marine I was trying to be
friends with and set him up to be called a faggot. I'd lost
control and done something really stupid. Fearfully, with Zack's
fat cock stretching my lips and my heart pounding, I looked up
into his face.

Zack's eyes had changed from crystalline green-blue to a deep
dark blue and they looked down at me calmly, even gently. His
hand came up from his side and he wiped the hair back off my
forehead with an extended finger. His hand cupped the back of my
head and he stroked my hair as his deep voice rumbled out, "That
feels really good, Little Dude."

He didn't hate me. He wasn't disgusted. He wasn't going to beat
me up. He liked what I was doing. He wanted me to keep doing it.
He was touching me back.

I closed my eyes and focused on the swollen warmth in my mouth.
Not only were all my fantasies coming true, they were coming
true in a way I'd never even dared admit to myself that I
wanted. I had a cock in my mouth. The most perfect cock I could
possibility imagine. Heavy. Solid. Smooth skin with heavy
subsurface veins tracing the shaft and that wonderful loose hood
hiding the wide, perfectly shaped cockhead. Thick, but not too
fat to fit in my mouth, and maybe even down my throat. Long, but
not so long to be unmanageable. The large gonads gave every
appearance of requiring a great deal of diligent work on my part
to satisfy their ability to produce massive quantities of sperm.
And most wonderful of all was Zack. The person responsible for
carrying around the treasures being offered me. Zack was
offering himself. Unequivocally, openly, without restraint. I
wanted to suck his cock, and all he'd said was that what I was
doing felt good. He wanted to feel good? OK!

I released Zack's gonads with a final, caressing stroke and held
onto his hips. With all the will in the world I used my mouth
and tongue and all the muscles in my body to begin learning how
to suck a studs cock and make him love every second of it. Every
movement, change in tempo, twist, turn, or change in pressure,
vacuum, heat, cold, roughness or gentle tantalizing softness.
Within a couple of short minutes Zack bellowed and tried to push
my head off his suddenly iron-hard cock. I locked my teeth
behind his corona and refused to be pried off of the suddenly
erupting organ as wad after bolus after heavy shot of thickly
curdled cum slammed into my mouth, tongue and throat. I tried to
swallow and choked, snorted and coughed as streams of thick
white cum blasted out of my nostrils. I still refused to back
off, willing to drown rather than lose any particle of this
effusion of Zack's essence.

Out of control, Zack clenched my head to his groin as he blasted
again and again into my sucking, gasping mouth. I tried to snort
in some air to keep from asphyxiating and swallow Zack's cum at
the same time and choked again as he continued to shoot his
essential fluid down my throat, the backblast filling my mouth
and pouring out of my nose. My hands clenched desperately at his
buttocks to prevent any possible attempt at escape.

As the last of his sperm seeped into my mouth and his body
slumped over mine, trembling with the aftereffects and
aftershocks of his intense orgasm, Zack was almost crying. "Oh
my God. Oh my God. I'm sorry, Little Dude. I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to do that to you."

I just tried to suck air in through my clogged nose as I looked
up at him with acceptance in my eyes, his softening cock in my
mouth, his sperm all over me, and the biggest grin that had ever
been plastered on my face wrapped around the thick organ in my
mouth. I winked at his shame stricken expression and made a big
deal of swallowing a big mouthful of his cum.

He dropped to his knees and grabbed my body, attacking my face
and ears and mouth with his wide, lapping tongue and teeth and
lips. Shaking with reaction and crying and hugging me so hard I
thought I might break. I just hugged him back as hard as I could
and returned his kisses as best as I could as my own orgasm
erupted almost unnoticed against his hard ridged abdomen.

Eventually, Zack and I managed to get cleaned up and get our
stuff together. We'd moved out to the bathroom to brush our
teeth (I skipped that task, not wanting to lose any of the taste
filling my mouth) and shave. Zack shaved with a straight razor,
which scared the crap out of me (literally, I had to run into
one of the toilet stalls and take a dump). After I'd wiped and
flushed, Zack watched me walk back from the stall. He put his
arm around my shoulder and turned us to face the full-length
mirror on the wall. He pointed at us in the mirror and said,
"Look at that."

Two naked guys, the big one's arm over the short guys shoulder.
One 6'2" and the other 5'5". One 230 lbs. of bulgy muscle, the
other 106 lbs. of tight sinewy muscle. One with six inches (I
think I'd scared it ) of thick hanging cock backed by a huge
sack of free swinging nuts while the other showed only a couple
of inches of slender boycock with much smaller, tighter backup.
The same skin coloring, hair coloring, green-blue eyes looking
at green eyes looking at six inches of fat cock (OK, so I was
fixated).

"We could almost be brothers," Zack said.

I put my arm against his side and leaned up against him. I
looked up at him and softly said, "I wish we were."

A gentle smile creased his face as he said, "Yeah. Me too." And
after a pause, "Come on, let's go eat."

He goosed me to break the suddenly somber mood and I squealed
and ran naked down the hall to our room. Zack gathered up our
stuff and followed me. As he walked through the door, I reached
out from where I was hidden behind the door and goosed him back.
He dropped the stuff he was carrying and tried to grab me, but I
was too quick and got away. Two of his big steps latter he
snagged me and dropped on top of me on my bed, tickling me
without mercy until I begged him to stop. He made me say `Uncle'
and then apologize before he'd let me up.

He got up and I leaned over and kissed his ass "to make it feel
better." He grinned at me and told me it was about time I
started respecting my elders. I jumped up on my bed so I could
look him more or less straight in the eye and said, "Fat chance.
We're both eighteen!" That led to us comparing birthdates which
was when we discovered we'd both been born on the same day and
that he was barely an hour older than me.

"Shit! That's scary!" he said.

"No shit!" I replied.

"I wonder if we could have been twins and got separated at
birth?"

We both just stared at each other until he gathered me into his
arms and just held me.

Finally, after a lot of thinking, Zack said, "Little Dude, what
say we just don't ask anyone and pretend that's what happened.
I've always wanted to have a little brother, and you're just too
good to be true."

I pushed back from Zack, still encircled by his arms. "I don't
want to pretend that."

The bright look on Zack's face fell.

"I want to believe that, and I do with all my heart. I've always
wanted to have a big brother that would love me and protect me.
I want you to be my big brother Zack. I believe that, one way or
another, we were separated at birth and that we are brothers. I
want to believe that with all my heart, Zack. Will you help me
believe that? Please?"

Zack just pulled me back against his chest and held me. Then he
leaned back and kissed me on the forehead. "Hey, Little Dude.
Think you could lead your big brother to some food before he
passes out from hunger?"

"Is that all you ever think of? Food?" I asked with my fists on
my hips.

He reached up and took my cock and balls in his big fist.
"Well... Not everything!" he leered.

He dropped my genitals and turned away, "But I'm looking for
more than a morsel right now."

"You FINK!" I yelled and jumped on his back. He walked across
the room to his clothes like I wasn't even there. He pulled his
T-shirt down over the both of us.

"Hey." I said. "Think we could go down to the cafeteria like
this?"

Zack deliberately misunderstood me and said, "What, the both of
us dressed in just one T-shirt?"

I cracked up laughing and slid out from under the T-shirt down
his smooth back and across the mounds of his muscular buttocks.

As we got dressed I kept thinking that this was going to be the
most wonderful summer I'd ever lived. Even better than my dream.



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Dear and Gentle Reader. This was supposed to be the end of the
story. But in editing, I realized that I have my status as a
pervert to uphold, so I have added the following section. If you
would like to retain the impression of a gentle, pastel
encounter -- Then Don't Read Any Fucking Further!

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On the way down the stairs and across the quad Zack and I
jabbered like a couple of kids who had just met each other and
were trying to get up to speed. Were we were born and raised,
who our friends were in high school, who we'ed been to bed with
(him with a bunch of girls, me with a couple of buddies in
adolescent experiments including sucking), music and people and
classes and teachers we liked or didn't like. They were putting
the food away when we got to the cafeteria, but one of Zack's
buddies went in back and got us both plenty to eat. We sat at a
table off to the side and continued talking to each other about
our lives as we shoveled in the calories (I may be small, but
I'm really active and burn up a lot of energy and I was HUNGRY).

We both finished everything we'd been given and then put the
tablesettings on the trays and took them to the dishwasher's
window. Zack's friend waived at him and ducked in back. He
quickly returned with a big paper sack that he gave to Zack.
Zack thanked him and we left.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"I told Ralph that you and I were going on a little camp-out of
our own this week-end and he put together some food for us."
Zack said with an evil leer at me.

I blushed. Zack just laughed and put his arm around my shoulder.
Just walking with Zack's arm on my shoulders was one of the best
feelings I'd had in my life and I figured that anyone who was
stupid enough to say anything could just deal with Zack.

We stopped under one of the big trees in the quad and Zack sat
the bag of food off to the side before sitting down with his
back to the trunk of the tree and his knees up in the air. I sat
down sideways between Zack's knees and leaned back against this
thigh. It felt like I was leaning against a tree trunk too.

"Well? What are we going to do, Little Dude?"

My throat clenched in fear. "I don't know, Zack. I've never felt
like this before. I mean, I've dreamed about stuff, but I've
never really done anything with anyone. Or not anyone I really
cared about anyway."

"I know what you mean, Little Dude. Girls have been chasing me
since I was a little kid, and I lost my virginity when I was
eleven. But it never felt like it did when you gave me that
blow-job." I blushed, but Zack kept right on talking. "It's
like, fucking a girl and jacking off felt about the same, it got
my nuts off, ya' know. The only real difference was that fucking
a girl was more work. But when you gave me that blow job it was
something totally different." Now Zack blushed a little and
looked shy. "I mean, I've never felt anything like that Zack.
I've had plenty of blow jobs, even a couple from buddies of
mine. But nothing ever felt like that before. I mean, it's like
that's the first time I've ever really had sex or something. I
wasn't just blowing my wad, my whole damn body was cumming and I
just wanted you to never stop."

We both sat and thought for a while until I finally looked up at
Zack. "I think I've always been more interested in boys than I
was in girls. I knew some guys who were faggots. I didn't want
to be like them. I really didn't like them and didn't want to
have anything to do with them. I used to have these dreams about
the perfect guy and could never quite figure out what he'd be
like. Then, one night I was watching TV in my room and this
commercial came on. There was this music and a voice and this
knight in shining armor charged and pranced across never-never
land and became this Marine in his Dress Blues and I knew what
my perfect man was. When the commercial was over I just sat
there stunned, staring at the TV screen and not seeing anything.
I finally realized that I'd cum in my pants while watching the
commercial so I got up and took a shower and went to bed. I
masturbated all night dreaming about that Marine.

"When you walked into the dorm room in your Dress Greens it was
like a  dream come true. It wasn't just the uniform. It was you.
The way you moved. The way you stood and looked at me. Your
attitude and self-assurance. Zack," tears started coming out of
my eyes, "...I'm sorry. You walked in that room and I saw you
and... and... it's like I fell in love with you at first sight.
You were so strong and handsome and I wanted you to care about
me. Guard me and protect me and make the world all right and let
me love you and guard you and protect you and take care of you."
Sobbing, I continued, "I'm sorry, Zack. I don't want to fuck up
your life or cause you any trouble. I love you too much to
embarrass you in front of your friends or get you in trouble
with the Marines. I've already written a letter to the coach
telling him I have to drop out of the summer program and go to
work. My dad's coming for me Monday."

Zack got up and picked up the bag of food. "Come on. Let's go
upstairs." he said in a harsh voice as he turned away and
started walking towards the dorm.

I got up and, head hanging, followed him. We rode the elevator
upstairs without saying a word to each other. When we got to the
room Zack stuffed the bag in the little refrigerator I'd put at
the foot of my bed. Zack went over and started rummaging around
in his closet and I just sat dejectedly on my bed and stared at
Zack hopelessly, knowing that this was the last time I'd ever
see him.

Zack backed out of the closet with a garment bag and a sack of
some sort and walked to the door. He turned and looked at me
before walking out. "You just wait here until I get back."

It wasn't a request. It was an order and I could have no more
disobeyed than I could have flown out the window, which I'd
wished I could do. I just sat there on the bed with my throat
constricted and my chest hurting so bad I thought my heart was
going to explode or quit beating, and I wished, I prayed that it
would.

The door opened and my eyes levitated me to my feet. From the
tips of the mirror shined shoes to the crisp white rim of the
barracks cover, it was my dream. Zack. Standing at attention in
his Dress Blues. The entire world fogged away as my vision
blurred and narrowed and focused leaving only the image of Zack
burning in my eyes. I was so deeply in shock that any doctor
would have admitted me to a hospital immediately.

The vision of Zack floated over to me and I dimly saw a white
gloved hand reach up to the mirror polished brim of the hat. A
deep voice crisply rumbled, "Sir. Corporal Zilkowski requests
permission to greet his brother."

I stood there in shock, just staring at this vision. The gloved
hand came down and the white saucer of the dress hat floated
across my vision and came to rest on Zack's bed as he bent his
knee and knelt before me. His white gloved hands pulled down my
shorts without unbuttoning them and his closely cropped head
leaned into my groin as warmth surrounded my erection. In a
blinding flash of white light, the entire universe exploded.



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I awoke curled up in Zack's arms. Both of us naked in his bed.
It was getting dark outside and the room was shadow masked with
dappled light. I turned over to face Zack and he reached up and
pushed the hair back up away from my eyes. His hand traced
lightly, almost not touching, down the line of my jaw and slid
to the nape of my neck, caressing me as his lips gently sought
permission to touch mine. I put my arm around his neck and we
kissed.

Zack pulled back. "You're not the only one with dreams. I've
always dreamed of having a little brother. Someone I could
cuddle and fondle and protect and love. Someone I was important
to. My parents were nice, but they were always so busy with
their business, and when they died my aunt took me to live with
her family, but it was always like I was a guest in their house.
Big, rough-tough Marines need love too, Jon. Will you love me,
Jon? Will you let me love you? Call you `Little Dude' and love
you like you were my little brother? Please, Jon, please love
me?"

I listened, carefully. When Zack was done I just snuggled closer
to him and put my leg up over his waist. Zack reciprocated by
tightening his arms around me and snuggling right back. My whole
world was warm and cozy and safe. Encompassed by Zack's strong
arms and radiant warmth. After a drowsy time that allowed the
emotional highs and lows of the day to mellow in the glow of our
mutual body warmth, I murmured into the hollow of Zack's throat
where my face was buried, "Zack? Big Brother? Will you teach me
what it's like to make love? I want you to have my virginity Big
Brother. Will you make love to me? Please?"

Zack's body got rigid, and then he relaxed again. His warm hand
traveled down my back and covered my bare buttocks. "You
mean...?"

I just nodded my head under his chin.

His big hand fondled my butt. "I don't think that's a very good
idea, Little Dude. I love you, and I really want you that way,
but I think I'm going to be way too big for you. I don't want to
hurt you, Little Dude."

I spoke into his chest, "Please, big brother. Please don't fuck
around. Just make love to me. If it doesn't work we'll do
something else, but love me, Zack. Please love me now."

Zack shifted me up so that our heads lay side by side on his
pillow. I slid my leg up to his ribcage and his hand insinuated
itself into my opened crease. As our lips touched in tremulous
contact the broad tip of Zack's index finger brushed against my
roseate pucker, causing my whole body to twitch. A mingled moan
harmonized in our mouths, point and counterpoint, tenor and bass
as our tongues tentatively touched, twined and ensorcelled our
minds. Zack soul kissed me, teaching me how to love a man with
my mouth, and how to be loved. While his tongue was teaching my
buccal cavity, his broad finger was giving lessons to my anal
cavity. Teasing and tapping and rimming and pushing until my
nethermouth lubricated itself and reached out to grasp the
teasing invader with its now swollen circular lip.

Zack's fervent kissing kept me distracted as his finger pushed
and prodded and played with my anus until the digit was buried
to the last knuckle. I felt the final entry and tightened my
arms around Zack's neck as I attacked his lips with mine. My
hips began to work my ass against the intruding finger in
desperate need. I demanded more stimulation until Zack pulled
his hand and finger from my ass and rolled me onto my back,
rolling with me to cover my face with his as he passionately
devoured my mouth. His hand went down between my legs and I
automatically spread my knees wide to give him access. His arm
covered my cock and his wrist crushed my balls as his finger
plunged back inside me and he began to mercilessly fingerfuck my
ass until I was howling in need and frustrated desire.

Just before I thought I was going to cum from the stimulation at
both ends of my alimentary tract, Zack pulled his finger back
and refused to more than barely touch me no matter how hard I
struggled to force his finger back inside me. I cried in need
and demanded that he not do this to me and he just held me down,
propped up on one elbow with his hand on my chest and his upper,
free hand between my legs driving me crazy with need. No matter
how hard I struggled and fought him, I just wasn't strong enough
to be effective against his Hurculean strength.

I reached down to jack myself off and fingerfuck myself, but he
just tucked my wrists under the hand on my chest that seemed to
effortlessly hold them trapped and me down at the same time.
Every time I tried to lift my feet to kick him or push myself
loose, he just slapped my ass, hard, until I put them back down.
I was well and truly trapped and about to go crazy with sexual
frustration. Zack kept teasing me with feather-light touches
until I was crying in frustration.

Zack began to lecture me on how things were going to be in a
calm, collected voice. I flew into a rage and told him to get on
with it or let me go so I could take care of myself. He let go
of my wrists and pinned my knees to my chest and spanked my ass
until it was bright red again and I was crying in pain. Then he
dropped my legs and took up my wrists and pinned my chest to the
mattress again.

"That's what happens to bad little boys who use bad language. Do
you understand?"

"YES!" I angrily shouted at him.

He pulled my legs back up and spanked me again until I could
hardly breathe.

He dropped my legs and pinned my chest again. "That's what
happens to bad little boys who talk back to their elders. Do you
understand?"

"Yes." I answered with a sobbing, much subdued voice.

WHAP!

He slapped my ass really hard again. "Yes what, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't spank me again, Sir."

"It's for your own good, Little Dude. If you fight me you're
going to get hurt, and you need to learn that. I'm going to
touch you again now, but you have to stay perfectly still. Relax
and don't react to anything I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll be still, Sir. I promise."

"Good."

He began to push his finger inside of me again, playing with my
insides and loosening me. Every time I'd move, even a tiny
little bit, he'd pull his finger out and swat my ass with his
hard hand. The worse part is that he'd wait longer and longer
times before he'd touch me again. I finally gave up and just
totally relaxed, letting him do whatever he wanted to do and
accepting it. Feeling it and being aware of what he was doing,
but not reacting to it in any outward way. Zack was aware of my
surrender immediately.

"That's a good boy. That's really good, Little Dude. I'm proud
of you."

I didn't know it at the time, but he was applying what he'd been
learning about training Marines to me.

His finger worked all the way up inside of me and stroked my
prostrate gland. Zack was proud of me and I couldn't believe how
much more aware I was and how much better everything felt when I
just passively accepted Zack's advances. Zack began penetrating
me with one finger after another. I closed my eyes and tried to
guess which finger he was using just by the feel of them. His
thumb and baby finger were easy. His middle finger was longer
than the others and reached further up inside of me. His index
finger was long, but thinner and had a scar on the side of it
that I could feel and his ring finger always hooked its way into
me. I could recognize each of his fingers just my touch, and
they all felt wonderful moving in and out of me.

Zack leaned down and kissed my lips. "You ready for more now?"

I just opened my eyes and looked up to where he loomed over me
and nodded.

"OK. Push down like you have to take a shit -- but no other
movement. You understand?"

I nodded again and pushed down, my natural lubricant seeping
from my distended tissues.

Neck muscles corded with strain, Zack forced his middle and ring
fingers into me at the same time. My eyes bulged and I howled as
I clenched my ass muscles against the sudden invasion.

"That's it, Boy!" Zack panted as he strained against my ass
muscles, "sometimes you can't just lay there and take it. Fight
boy! Fight or I'm going to rape your asshole."

I fought as hard as I could against the encroachment as Zack
fought to get inside me. Bit by bit my ass muscles tired and
weakened and Zack drove his twisting fingers deeper and deep
inside me until he was rapidly fingerbanging me and I was
begging him to go deeper, harder and faster. We were both
panting and sweating from our violent exertions when he asked me
if I wanted more. A wild light shown from my eyes as I grinned
at him and said `Yes!'. His index finger joined the attack on my
bottom and I pushed my butt down to take them all as he grinned
and spread my ass wide.

We both started laughing in satisfaction as I opened to him and
he started boring me out with his three biggest fingers. He
crushed his lips to mine and we both joyfully worked our bodies
against each other until we were in a frenzy of lust. Zack
finally pulled his head back.

"Jon. I've got to try." he panted, "Please. Is it Okay, Little
Dude? I've just got to try to fuck you."

"Do it, Zack!" I demanded, "Fuck my ass man. I'll never be more
ready for your big cock, big brother. Fuck me now!"

Zack staggered up from the bed and over to his douche kit. He
ripped it open and grabbed a tube of Brylcreem and slathered his
raging, weeping cock. He wiped his hand on his T-shirt and threw
it on top of his douche kit. As he clambered back onto the bed I
spread my legs before his hulking form and hooked my ankles over
his shoulders as he moved up over me. The head of his penis
touched my anus with the accuracy I would expect from a Marine
marksman and I farted in excitement. My loose flapping lips
tickled the head of Zack's cock as it drove unwittingly past the
open mouth of my anus. I screamed in agony as Zack's huge
flanged cockhead split me open and he tried to pull back. I
clamped my ass on his knob and grabbed his asscheeks with both
hands, digging my nails in so that he didn't dare try to get
away.

"No. No!" I panted, "It's mine now! You can't take it out until
I'm done. It's mine!"

Zack slid his arms across the sweat splattered sheets and held
my head as he deep tongue kissed me. Holding absolutely still
and waiting for me to accommodate the wedge in my ass or realize
that I had to let him back off.

I got finally got my breathing under control and realized that
there was only one way I was going to be able to fulfil my
dream. Taking deep breaths I tried to remember what Zack had
just taught me. I took a really deep breath and as I slowly
released it, I felt myself totally relax again as Zack's stiff
slickness sank deeply into me. As the last of my breath left me
I was completely relaxed and I felt Zack's bush crush against my
ass. I had his big Polish sausage pulsing inside of me and I
finally knew that I wanted nothing else out of life.

I looked up and Zack was crying. Saying over and over again, "Oh
my God. OhmyGod!"

Our roles were suddenly reversed. I was the head stud in charge
and he was the lost little boy, not knowing what to do next.

"Fuck me now, Zack. Fuck your little brother now, Zack. That's
it... gentle at first,. Fuck my ass with that big cock, Zack.
Yeah. Yeah. Longer strokes now, big brother. Yeah. Like that. My
ass is open to you now Zack. Fuck me. YEAH. Fuck my ASS Zack!
That's it! You know how to fuck, big brother. You really know
how to fuck. Take over now! Fuck me! Fuck my ass Zack!!! Go for
it, big brother."

Zack smoothly came out of his daze and took control of the fuck,
letting me react any way I could to the smooth pounding of my
male cunt. "I can't believe this." he whimpered, "This is so
much better. I've never had sex like this. No girl has ever felt
this good or made me this horny."

We worked together and we worked at odds to each other. I lay
passive and I went wild under him. He fucked me long, slow and
deep and he fucked me with short, choppy, hard and fast strokes
at a dozen different depths, but I liked it best when he tore my
ass up with long, hard stud strokes of his shinny oval tube,
slamming my ass with his pubes and heavy balls with every
powerful downstroke.

I don't know how much later it was when he started, "I'm sorry,
Little Dude. I gotta cum. I gotta shoot, Little Dude. I can't
take it any more."

I sunk my fingernails into his back and bit his shoulder, "Fuck
me stud! Fuck me Marine. Plow my ass and cream my guts big
brother. Do it! DO IT NOW!"

Zack plowed his head into the mattress and sank his teeth into
the back of my neck as his whole body went muscle hard and he
pounded my ass with all his wild strength. I wailed as my orgasm
erupted between us and I arched my ass directly up into the cock
mauling my ass. His balls pulled up on the outstroke and his
loins slammed into my ass as his body convulsed and a great wad
of hot sperm shot into my ass, splattering my rectum with
smoldering love pearls as he screamed, "I'm Cuming! I'm
CUMMING!!!"

About an eternity and a half later Zack collapsed on top of me.
His spent cock softening inside of me.



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Zack's great body covered mine and when he tried to move off of
me I just held on and told him that I was OKAY and very
comfortable under him, which was the absolute truth. Add in the
soft tube laying in my ass and I couldn't have been more
comfortable any way in the world.

After we'd rested for a while, Zack leaned up on his elbows
again and looked down at me. "That was the best fuck I've ever
had. Are you still ashamed of yourself? Still think you're some
kind of a wimp? No woman has ever let me throw a fuck like that,
ever. You a wimp, Little Dude?"

I just smiled up at him and clenched my ass on his prick.

He grinned back at me. "Don't do that unless you want to get
fucked again, Little Dude. That was an awesome fuck, but once
usually isn't enough for me." Then, after thinking for a second,
"How'd I match up to your dreams little brother?"

I twitched my ass again and enjoyed the feeling of Zack's cock
swelling up inside me again.

"Dreams?" I said, "Who needs dreams?"







My Dream continues once again:







Sharing our lives came so easily to Zack and me once the
bullshit was out of the way that it was hard for us to realize
that we really hadn't been raised as brothers. Oh, we had our
little squabbles and confrontations (he insisted on getting up
at 5AM while I was perfectly willing to leap out of bed at the
crack of noon, for instance), but that just seemed to make it
seem more like we were brothers. Zack dragged me (willingly) out
of my reclusive shell and got me involved in all sorts of
projects and parties and the start of a real social life. I
found out that there were a lot of people willing to be friends
with me, but that my manner had made them think I was snooty and
stand-offish rather than shy and afraid.

Counting time from the first time Zack and I had sex together,
as I tend to do, our first week together was a whirlwind of
adjustment, classes and working out. One incident lead to Zack
and I spending a lot of time talking to each other and learning
about each other in depth. What happened was that I had a class
that ended at 11AM and nothing else until after lunch at 2PM so
I went to the gym to watch Zack take one of his martial arts
classes. When the class was over Zack introduced me to some of
his fellow students and to the instructor. We talked a little
while they took their showers and got dressed for lunch. Zack
asked the instructor if it would be alright for me to join them
in class the next day. The instructor looked at my small body
and then at the big brutes surrounding me and asked me if I
wanted to try. I said, `Sure' and he asked me if I had any old
loose sweats that I didn't mind getting stretched out of shape
or torn. I told him I had my gi with me and he gave me a strange
look and asked me if I could get permission from my Sensei to
study on his mat. I told him that I had open permission from my
Sensei to attend whatever classes I wanted to, and he gave me
another searching looking over and told me to show up on the mat
the next morning after my class. I bowed to him and said, "Thank
you, Sensei." He bowed in acknowledgment and we all went to the
cafeteria for lunch.

Zack's buddies just took it for granted that I would be sitting
with them so, instead of sitting at a small table off in a
corner by myself, I ended up sitting at one of the big tables
with some of the most popular guys on campus. We laughed and
joked and talked and I felt very much accepted and part of the
group.

The next morning I rushed from my class to the gym and quickly
changed into my martial arts outfit. By time I got to the mat
they had finished warming up and were working out in pairs. I
bowed onto the mat and stayed at the side of the mat and did my
stretches until I was loose and warm.

I stood up and waited for Sensei to notice me and invite me to
join them. He clapped his hands and his students moved to the
side of the mat and sat sezia on the mat. :They were scoping me
out pretty carefully, trying to figure out what was going on. I
was wearing the usual heavy white canvas gi, but I was also
wearing what looked like a black skirt.

I bowed to Sensei and he bowed to me. "Gentlemen," he said, "I
think we have a ringer amongst us. Zack, he's your guest. Attack
him, overhand strike, all out. Yosh!"

Puzzled, Zack none-the-less immediately did as his Sensei told
him. He jumped to his feet and ran at me with his arm raised to
strike me. That was the last he saw, other than the ceiling and
a bit of the mat rushing up to join his face, until some minutes
later.

"Tom! Matt! Bill! Take him out, NOW! Yosh!"

Three big brutes jumped up and rushed me and managed to end up
in a nice neat pile of their own.

"The rest of you! Take him! Yosh!"

A little more cautiously, the rest of the class attacked me in
pairs and triplets, which didn't keep all of them from creating
quite an interesting pile of their own. Saved for last was the
biggest brute in the group. Him I wound around my feet until I
knelt down beside him with his face to the mat and one of his
arms sticking up along my chest. I asked him, politely, to ask
his friends to stay where they were and he became most insistent
with them, using the most shocking language and making some
perfectly awful threats to them if they didn't hold perfectly
still. That may have had something to do with the fact that
every time I moved, his arm threatened to come loose or break
off or something like that.

Laughing, their Sensei said, "Well gentlemen. I believe you've
heard me talk about the defensive art of Aikido. I believe that
you've just had a chance to experience it at first hand.  Young
friend of Zack, may I have my students back please. In as
unbroken a condition as possible?"

I turned and nodded to Sensei. Tweaking the arm in front of me a
tiny bit I spoke to the body below me very clearly, "Tell your
friends to return to their places --- and to try and refrain
from getting stupid."

"You guys get back in line-up," my bosom buddy ordered.  As
everyone started getting up and moving, one of the guys headed
towards me and my new friend. I twitched my arm where it rested
above my captives elbow and he screamed in pain. Everyone froze
and then Mr. Pain growled out, "You shit-faced puke. Stay away
from us you ignorant prick." The intruder very carefully backed
up and everyone took great care to walk way around us as they
returned to their places. Once everyone was seated again I stood
up and brought my friend to his feet. With one hand on his hip
and the other controlling his captive arm, I guided my captive
over to his place in line. Turning in a circle, I laid him down
at his place in line and released him, stepping back before he
or anyone else could react. Sensei gestured to me and I went
over and bowed to him and then sat down beside him.

Sensei very carefully looked me over and then looked at the
student rubbing his sore arm. "Anyone else still think Aikido is
for sissies?" he asked.

Everyone started looking at each other and, grinning, shaking
their heads. Zack shook his head hard to clear it and pointed
his finger at me. "You little sneak! Your ass is grass!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and everyone started laughing.
Sensei soon had us all working out together and I showed the
guys some of the stuff I'd used against them. Zack and his
friend Bob, whose arm I'd worked over earlier, both took a
proprietary interest in me and stayed close. We got so involved
in working out some fine points that we were the last to leave
the mat. The martial arts classes were the only people that used
this old part of the gym and Zack, Bob and I were the last ones
in the building. We stripped off our outfits and walked over to
the showers, me between two big hulks of bone, muscle and sinew.
Zack introduced Bob to me more formally as Staff Sergeant
Taylor, USMC. The high, tight haircut and hard body were what I
expected from my Marines, but Cpl. Taylor was exceptional. I was
damn lucky to have gotten mechanical advantage over him early in
the game because the sheer mass of muscle would have overcome me
otherwise. Huge thick neck and heavy plates of muscle over chest
and abdomen. Thighs that looked bigger around than my hips and a
short, but heavy, cock resting above equally heavy testicles in
a heavy bed of coarse public hair.

I felt something funny and turned. Bob was watching Zack and I
wash each other. Bob looked at Zack and said, "He's your boy."
It was more a statement than a question. Zack just put his arm
across my shoulders and nodded. "Thought so." Bob said. "I'd
like him to meet my boy. Tell you what. You guys coming to the
party at my place tonight?"

Zack looked at me and I just shrugged. "It's just a bunch of the
guys getting together to have a good time. Wanna go?" I nodded
and Zack turned to Bob. "Sure!"

"Good! Why don't you guys bring your gear and plan on spending
the night."

Zack looked at me again and I just nodded slightly to let him
know that I'd go along with whatever he thought best.  "Okay,
Bob. We'll see you there about nine or so."  Zack said, "You
want to help me wash him?"

"Sure. No problem," Bob answered, just as if offering to help
with any day-to-day chore they might be sharing. Zack and Bob
carried on a conversation about their duties and studies and
Marine stuff while I spaced out enjoying having two macho men
apply themselves quite dutifully to the task of making my body
as clean as possible. All too soon, Zack swatted my butt and
sent me to rinse off under my own shower while he and Bob washed
each others backs.

Both of them teased me in a friendly sort of way about being
more interested in watching them than getting dressed. I sassed
them back and said that I probably would watch them if either
one of them had anything to show me. That got me towel snapped
and chased with threat of reprisal at some future, unnamed, date
in a manner usually only found in Hollywood movies and Reader's
Digest articles on terrorism. By the time we left the gym we
were all near to tears with laughter and Bob told Zack and me to
not forget the party.

Zack kept his arm over my shoulders as we walked companionably
home to the dorm. We didn't actually say more that a few words,
but it seemed to me that we learned a lot about each other on
that walk. Important stuff about trusting each other and wanting
to be close together and never parted again.

When we got back to the dorm we went up the elevator and stopped
to take a piss before going to our room and hitting the books.
Zack insisted that we both have our homework and studying done
before starting to party --- so that we didn't have to worry
about it later. That matched how I liked to handle things so
there was quiet for the next several hours with only occasional
interruptions to stretch or ask for a ruler or make a quick
observation. We both got done just before 8 PM and Zack stood me
between his spread legs and slowly and thoughtfully stripped me
naked. He ran his hands all over me, watching my skin stretched
and acted under his hands. I just stood there and let him do
whatever he wanted to do. I was lost in the sensations of what
he was doing and had just about spaced out when he pulled me up
against him and covered my ass with one hand as he kissed me. I
put my arms around his neck and kissed him back and wiggled my
butt until I felt one of his fingers press up inside of me. Zack
finally pulled his head back and looked down at me.

"You know, having a little brother is about the most wonderful
thing that's ever happened to me."

"Oh, yeah?" I answered, wiggling up against him and giving him
my most sultry look, "...and what was THE most wonderful thing?"

"Meeting you!"

My eyes filled with tears and I buried my face against Zack's
powerful chest and climbed up into his lap. Zack's arm came
around me and he held me, rocking back and forth and just
holding me as if I were part of him.

I dozed off like that and didn't wake up until I felt Zack
adjusting the water temperature in the shower. I was naked and
he was holding me on his hip  I snuggled in even closer to Zack
as he adjusted the water to a fuzzy warmth and then just held us
both in the sprays slickery caress until I slid down to the
slick tile floor and pushed him up against the wall. I washed
his back and his butt and all up and down his legs before moving
the showerhead around to rinse him off. Then I turned him around
and leaned his back against the warm wall with the shower spray
gently flicking him with warm droplets from the shoulders down.
My hands traced slickly around his thick, masculine neck. I
loved the feeling of strength, the soft vulnerability of the
jugular veins and carotid pulses, the feel of his strongly
prominent Adam's apple and the way the heavy muscles of his
shoulders swooped up to match the strength and grace of his
classic wrestlers neck. The knotted hardness of double handfuls
of biceps and lumpy length of triceps gave way to the
irresistible dank warmth of cozy armpits and tantalizing hairy
strands that forced me to pry up the arm and burry my face in
the smell of teenage masculinity until my tongue wiped away all
but the faintest trace of his labors and my lips slid down the
curve of muscle and wrapped themselves around the most nurseable
nipple my lips had ever found. Zack's hand held me to his
bulging pectoral and he moaned deep in his chest as I nursed on
his breast as ardently and intently as a newborn seeking its
first meal.

Some interminable time later, I had nursed repeatedly at both
male paps and had most thoroughly washed, laved, lapped, licked,
sucked and kissed both lovely armpits. Looking up Zack's torso
into his concerned, intent eyes, I smiled and started licking my
way down Zack's wonderful body, my arms wrapped up around his
torso letting me slide bit by bit down his smoothness. I went
frantic at his bellybutton, Rolling my head back and forth and
slurping, sucking, sloshing at the delightful depressing, my
tongue bursting with delight at the textured feel of Zack's
shapely navel.

Zack lay trapped against the wall, alternately trying to force
my face into tighter, less tickley contact or weakly trying to
push my face away from where it wallowed and groveled in the
lickery slobber covering his tight, heaving belly. Moans of deep
pleasure were interspersed with rippling muscle reactions to my
efforts. The bluntness of Zack's heavy erection kept poking me
under the chin and beating against my throat as he added his own
slobber to mine to create the exact slickery-tacky lubricant  to
extract the maximum tactile response from Zack's now
supersensitive skin.

I started licking down Zack's flat, heaving belly, first down
one side of the swollen, pulsing shaft of his desire and then
down the other, returning each time to the shallow well buried
under the apex of Zack's now bloated and over-swollen
massiveness. Each time I licked down a little further. Further
and further as Zack reacted in almost painful sensitivity with
vast shudders and claspings of my head to his ardently ticklish
belly until he couldn't take it any more and he'd try to push my
face away. Any success in escaping was reacted to by his
clasping my head desperately back into full contact with his
heated skin as I tried to burrow even deeper into the pleasure
of contact with his body.

Zack went up on his toes, spreading his knees and gasping
frantically for air as my face nuzzled down the groove into his
jock flavored groin and the pleasures he normally kept concealed
behind cloth. My tongue lapped slowly across the cords
suspending his heavily swollen testicles and Zack began sliding
down the wall. I guided him down until he was laying on his back
, frog-legged under the warm spray as  I wallowed around between
his legs like a hog rooting out truffles in the fecund richness
of my big brothers body. My eager horniness allowed me to get
both of Zack's heavy gonads into my mouth at the same time, his
low-hanger and a goodly portion of loose sac skin easing slickly
down into my throat, forming a loose blockage vastly different
from the obstruction caused by his fat porker. I delighted in
making the loose gonad bob up and down in my throat, not only
for the feel, but also because of the way it made Zack  grovel
around on the shower floor and beg me over and over to bring him
to fruitition. Finally, after most thoroughly cleaning his
entire crotch anus and scrotum, I relented and licked my way up
the slime flavored shaft. My mouth covered the end of Zack's
vastly bloated tumenescence at the same time my finger plowed
deeply up his ass and pushed against his prostate trigger. My
mouth barely got a grip on the mouth-filling cockhead when Zack
arched up and erupted into my mouth. I rode his thrusting loins
and kept punching his sensitive inner button with the two
fingers I now had up his ass until Zack grabbed my head and
drove his cock deeply into me and ground his cockhair into my
face, scrubbing me while the last of his thick effusion flowed
directly into my stomach.

When Zack collapsed and sprawled catty-wampus across the white-
tiled floor I slowly let the thickness of his erection slide
sensuously out of my throat. As soon as the fat thickness was
totally exposed to the steamy air, I moved up and straddled
Zack's hips. With a deep moan of my own, I sat down on Zack's
lap, burying his full slickness up inside of my ass. Zack
frantically tried to hold me still on his still throbbing and
supersensitive cock. I was desperate for sensation however, and
had no patience for Zack's weakness. Slapping his hands down to
frantic grips on my thighs, I started to rape my macho big
brother with my asshole. Fucking him as a man fucks a woman,
mounting him and pounding his loins until he was totally
submissive and complaisant to my domination. Leaning forward
over my big brother, I held myself up with fingertips that
twisted and pinched his man-tits as I mauled his lips with my
own passion swollen lips and rode his midsection with all the
lust and power of a rutting male. Tears filled Zack's eyes and
he begged me to bring him off, to not quit fucking him until I
forced him into orgasm. I bit into Zack's lower lip and tortured
him with my driving hips until he was crying and begging me for
release. His masculine sangfroid wiped away as he collapsed into
submissive ecstasy under my driving loins, I could feel Zack
surrender the last of his control to me. I took his chin in my
teeth and pounded him even harder until I felt his truncheon
suddenly swell to it's fullest hardness inside of my sensitive
sheath. I began to spread my effusion across Zack's belly and
chest as I felt him begin to pulse inside of me.

I collapsed Zack's broad chest and wrapped my arms around him.
Zack lurched and rolled over on top of me, biting into the
webbing in the back of my neck as he began thrusting deeply
inside of me, Zack rode me as hard as I'd been riding him until
all either of us could do was lay there and quiver.

It was a soft fuzzy sort of world as Zack and I finally got each
other up and washed. Zack mostly dried himself before wrapping
me up in one of the big bath towels and holding me in his lap so
that we could snuggle and kiss.  We were leaning forehead to
forehead and nuzzling each other when Zack said that we probably
ought to start getting ready to go to the party. I agreed and we
both tried to comply, but it was over twenty minutes later
before we got up and moved down to our room to get dressed. It's
a good thing everyone was so honest in the dorm because we
totally spaced our toilet gear and left it laying all over the
shower area. All that happened is that someone put it all
together at one end of the dressing bench. No one ever said even
one word about finding two guys shower gear in the same shower.

Zack insisted on dressing me like I was his REALLY little
brother. I enjoyed his solicitousness and wallowed in the good
feelings of having a big brother taking care of me. I returned
the favor by insisting that he wear a pair of my jockey shorts
around his narrow loins. My shorts were several sizes too small
for him and tightly stretched themselves into a form-fitting
tenseness across his flesh causing me considerable time and
effort to get his bulgy parts arranged just exactly right in
grossly stretched pouch of my white jockey shorts. Finally, he
was arranged for a perfect display and he and I worked a really
tight pair of Levi's up his legs and snugly over his prominent
basket. I especially liked the way his equipment pushed out the
fly of his pants, exposing the metal of the button fasteners. I
gave Zack a good grope so that he could feel how good he looked.
Zack grinned and groped my ass in return as his starched ivy-
league shirt rustled and he opened the door so we could head for
the party.







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We talked as we walked to Bob's house, not about anything
special. More like just getting to know each other better, as
much by how we talked as what it was we said. In the darkness
Zack's voice came across to me as strongly masculine, self-
assured and positive with a certain driving eagerness to get on
with life. Zack told me later that to him, I sounded like a
sprite, a wise elf of the woods who had condescended to share
his brightly twinkling energy and deep wisdom with the common
mortals around him. Not that he thought I was snooty or
anything. On the contrary, he seemed afraid that I might
actually be an elf, a sprite to disappear and leave him
destitute, broken and shattered in the swirling end of my trail.
We hugged each closely, refusing to let go when he told me about
that. I slept in his bed that night with him because I was
afraid that HE might disappear.

The address we'd been given was given in big numbers against the
pillar of an iron gate that was open on one side. Tentatively,
we went up the dark driveway until a bend revealed a brightly
lit... well, it could only be called a mansion. Complete with
balcony and white painted pillars, the building was quietly
ostentatious while still giving the feeling of being someone's
home. We walked off of the paved driveway and across an acre and
a half of finely mowed lawn. Bob came across the porch and down
the stairs to meet us in the parking area in front of the house.
He hugged us and then held us back at arms length and looked us
over. "You two are going to cause a major eruption of stiff
dicks and quivering pussy's tonight." he laughed.

I reached forward and brushed my fingertips across the
noticeably obvious bulge in his own bluejeans. "Yeah? Well, you
ain't no slouch yourself." I drawled. Bob laughed and took us by
the elbows and lead us into the big house. He explained that the
house belonged to his fathers sister who had married well and
was vacationing in Europe this summer. When we got inside he
introduced us to Leif, his boy. Thickly blond haired and deeply
blue eyed, he was dressed in loose suede pants and a billowy
silk shirt. Bob told Leif and I to get to know each other and
led Zack off to another room. Leif shyly shook my hand  and
asked me if I wanted a tour. I said, "Sure," and Leif lead me
all around the place, showing me the gardens and the Olympic
size swimming pool as well. Leif was about my age and really
well build from what I could tell as his loose clothing moved
across his body.

Leif finally got brave and asked me how close I was to Zack. I
told him that Zack was like my big brother and that I loved him
very deeply. Leif said that he and Bob were more like father and
son, but that he knew exactly what I meant. I asked him if Bob
fucked him like Zack fucked me and he grinned and said, "Not
unless Zack is really, REALLY good!" We laughed and said that
maybe we ought to get together, all four of us, that night and
show each other just exactly how good we could fuck and be
fucked. Leif and I were hugging, he had a FANTASTIC body, when
Zack and Bob came into the room together. Laughing, Bob hugged
us and told us how happy he was that we liked each other.

The party that evening was great. There wasn't as many women as
men but the men freely shared the women with each other and even
danced with each other whenever they got the urge to dance. We
got into dirty dancing and I was passed from man to woman to man
to man, everyone taking pleasure in feeling me up and letting me
rub all over them. Zack's buddies were all great, all of them
treating me just like one of them and talking to me as an equal.
I couldn't believe how good it felt to have the respect of
athletes that I respected.

Bob slow danced with me, holding me closely and seemingly
oblivious to whatever anyone else might think. I kept my eyes
open for a while and checked everyone out, but no one seemed to
be watching or to very much care what the hell we were doing
except for one really good-looking brunette who came over and
danced with us a little bit, telling us that if we were looking
for a third later, she'd be more than happy to join us. Bob
deep-tongued her and then told her that things were a little
complicated this evening, but that if she'd like to keep the
offer open another evening might be arranged in the near future.
I was strangely turned on by the direct lustiness of this woman
and eagerly returned the kiss she gave me before she sauntered
back across the dancefloor to a young, dark-haired Marine who
was waiting for her.

The evening went by all too quickly and friends started to
leave, mostly in pairs or larger groups of guys --- and I
noticed that not all the pairs were male -- female. The woman
from earlier in the evening slipped me some tongue by way of
saying good-bye, and her boyfriend gave me a big hug and
whispered in my ear that I'd be welcome anytime I wanted to
share his girlfriend. I groped his ass in reply and he grinned
and groped my basket in return, only then cockily walking off,
arm-in-arm with his lady.

As the last people left, I was sad that the party was over ---
but excited at the same time to find out what Bob had in mind.
We sat on stools around the breakfast bar in the kitchen and
Leif served us hot tea with warm frothy milk and honey while Bob
explained about him and Leif. Leif was his natural son. Bob had
gotten Leif's mother pregnant and married her before leaving on
his first overseas tour. Before he got home she was living with
another man. Bob left their son with his mother and sent her
money every month for his support. The boy was eleven years old
when Bob's mother wrote him a long letter describing how the boy
was being abused and was out of control. Bob took leave and flew
home. He went to his wife's apartment and entered a pigsty where
he found her sleeping off whatever drugs the three men in her
bed had supplied her with the night before. He found his naked
son tied at wrists and ankles and locked in the hall closet. He
got the boy into the dirty, smelly clothes that the boy said
were the only clothes he had and took him away from the
apartment. Bob's mother helped him clean the boy up and get some
new clothes for him.  She also had to restrain Bob when he found
the burn and lash marks all over his son's body.

He and his mother and father talked it over and Bob decided to
try and raise the boy himself. His parents were totally willing
to help out any way they could, up to and including raising the
boy themselves. Bob talked to his commanding officer, who called
in the Chaplain. Between them they got Bob permanently assigned
to the training cadre base-side where he had been ever since.
His expertise in dealing with young Marines, in properly
motivating and training them, brought Bob a constant series of
promotions and he was now a Staff Sergeant and in charge of the
base training command. He had earned a Masters degree in
education to go along with his rank and his opinion was
appreciated and sought after by many senior officers as well as
his fellow enlisted men.

Bob purchased a home in a good section of town that had a really
top-notch school run by some friends of his from college. He
enlisted the help of the Mexican-American woman who lived in the
house on the other side of his backyard fence. They put a gate
in the fence so everyone could go back and forth easily. Her
husband was a top executive at the biggest factory in town and
they had nine boys and three girls of their own so she insisted
that one more wasn't going to make any difference one way or
another. He tried to pay her but she countered by taking over
the back part of his lot to extend her vegetable garden. The
neglected gate grew into a solid piece with the landscaping in
an open position. Leif spent Bob's duty days and nights with the
Cortez family and drew many stares as Mrs. Cortez shopped with
her brood of dark eyed and dark haired offspring --- and the one
long-haired blond with the arresting blue-violet eyes. The
Cortez boys accepted Leif as a cousin and the girls just mostly
giggled in his presence.

All was not sweetness and light in the beginning. Leif rebelled
in every way possible. Cutting school. Sassing back. Getting
into fights and using bad language in front of his teachers
whenever he bothered to attend class. Only a few weeks after
Leif came to live with Bob they got a message from Bob's mother
that Leif's mother had died of an overdose. They flew back to
attend the funeral. Afterwards Leif moved from difficult to
impossible. Bob really tried to be patient with the boy, knowing
that he had a lot to work through and that it really wasn't his
fault. The end came when Leif started a fire in the boys room at
school, endangering the other students lives.

Bob led Leif down into the basement and explained to him that he
understood, at least in part, the pain that Leif was going
through. He also explained that, no matter what, a person was
responsible for their actions and that he had no intentions of
watching his son grow up into a person who would willingly hurt
other people. Bob then proceeded to pull down Leif's pants and
underpants and put Leif across his lap and blistered his bottom,
assuring the boy that there was plenty more of that available if
the boy wanted it. He then sent the boy up to bed without any
dinner.

Bob felt awful, like he had totally failed his son and couldn't
sleep. Running over and over in his mind what he should have
done to reach out to the boy. It seemed obvious to him that the
best thing for the boy would be to put him in the more stable
environment offered by his parents. Tears in his eyes, he had
all but made his decision when the partly open door pushed
quietly open a bit more and the slight, naked body of his son
sidled into his bedroom. In the dim light the boy seemed
smaller, defenseless and exposed. Trembling with fear the boy
stood there, not knowing what to do. Bob lifted the covers and
the tiny warmth of his sons lithe body slipped under the covers
in front of him, careful to not touch him but relaxing when Bob
lowered the covers and drew the boy up into the warmth of his
body where the boy cuddled up against him and quietly began
crying. Bob just patiently held the boy in the protective curve
of his body until they both quieted and fell asleep.

Leif was to spend many more nights sleeping with his father,
whenever he had a nightmare or felt lonely or just wanted the
companionship. That first morning they woke up in what was to
become their standard position. Curved together on their sides
with Bob plastered to Leif's back, his erection sticking out
between Leif's thighs and Leif's hand holding whatever excess
dick stuck through. It was as if the boy had two dicks. One
hairless little boy dick and one man-sized organ sticking out
below it. When Leif realized that I was awake he started to
stroke Bob's erection, causing it to throb and seep a string of
crystalline pre-lube. Bob tried to stop Leif without hurting his
feelings and ended up tickling the boy into paroxysms of
laughter until he squealed that he was about to pee the bed. Bob
grabbed him up in his arms and ran into the master bathroom with
him. Both of them were too hard to pee into the toilet so they
got into the shower and Bob turned on the water to a steamy
warm. Laughing, they both started peeing into the corner of the
shower, yellow streams joining to run together down into the
drain as they showed off in front of each other, making their
streams arch across the shower, waggling their dicks at each
other and squeezing the bottom tube to cut off the flow only to
release it again into a burst of needed relief. Bob said that
they were both laughing so hard that they had tears in their
eyes until they were both sighing in relief as the last of the
overnight pressure relieved itself. Shaking off the last
evidence of his morning piss, Bob moved the showerhead around to
rinse away the last of the urine off the floor and then grabbed
a washcloth and bar of soap and started to wash his son.

Leif started to tremble all over and Bob asked him what was the
matter. It took a bit of doing, but Leif finally managed to tell
his father about how his mother sold his body to several of her
boyfriends and how they had hurt him, not caring that he was a
virgin or that he was in pain. Bob ended up sitting on the floor
of the shower, holding his son in his lap and telling the boy
over and over through their tears that no one was ever going to
hurt Leif like that again.

They still had sessions down in the basement where Bob worked on
getting Leif's attention, but Leif blossomed under Bob's
military-like discipline. He seemed to need the boundaries and
limits his father set for him and after puberty was quite clear
about letting his father know that he expected Daddy to control
his sex life as much as any other part of his life. Together,
they discovered that Leif really enjoyed various forms of
discipline and needed the structure his father brought into his
life. Together, they created a "playroom" in the basement where
some of Leif's favorite fantasies could be played out. Bob found
out, much to his amazement, that he got a major charge out of
being a disciplinarian and teaching his son how to behave. There
had always been an openly sexual dimension to their relationship
and as Leif developed sexually, that openness became more and
more direct and immediate.

As we drank our coffee Bob and Leif explained that while their
relationship involved some strong and definite methods of
discipline, that they had no expectations for Zack and I to
become involved in that unless we wanted to. He further
explained that they would like us to be friends, even very close
friends, but that they would respect whatever limits either Zack
or I chose to set.

Zack put his arm around my shoulder and told Bob that sometimes
I needed correction as well and didn't seem to mind it when he
spanked my bare ass. In fact, he said, it seemed like sometimes
I egged him into giving me a spanking before we had sex even if
I hadn't done anything wrong.

I blushed and hung my head, trying to hide my face against
Zack's chest. Bob lifted my chin with two fingers and asked me
if I liked it when Zack spanked me. I nodded my head, "Yes," and
then  buried my face back into Zack's chest. Bob stroked my hair
and thanked me for being honest and then lifted my chin again
and asked me if, sometime, I'd like him to give me a spanking
with Leif watching or if I'd like to watch him giving Leif a
spanking. My dick sprung up totally hard in my lap and I blushed
bright red at the mere thought of either scene happening. I
looked at Zack and he just gave me a small smile and nodded to
me, giving me permission to answer any way I wanted too. I
blushed even hotter and buried my face against Zack's chest
again. Bob rubbed the back of my neck and asked me to answer his
question. I finally managed to admit that I'd probably enjoy
either event if it ever happened. Bob said that Leif had made a
bad mistake that morning and that Zack and I could come
downstairs with them to watch his punishment or that we could
wait upstairs until they were done. Both Zack and I wanted to
watch and we asked Leif if it was okay with him for us to watch.
Leif blushed, but admitted that it made him horny to think of us
watching him get his behind paddled.

Bob told Leif to strip naked, which he did right there in front
of us without argument or discussion, even if he was a little
bashful while doing so. As he bared himself I was at first
amazed and then unsure of myself, sidling over closer to Zack
for protection. Leif was wearing a leather contraption that
covered his crotch except for a hole that his cock stuck out
through, only to be trapped in a wire cage that was part of the
harness. Bob explained that Leif had been caught masturbating
that morning after being told not too, so he had spent the
entire day in his chastity belt. Bob made Leif walk over and
show me how the cage held his cock so that he couldn't even get
an erection, much less play with himself. The device worried me,
but at the same time it was making me sexually excited seeing
how Leif was being controlled.  Bob explained that the key to
the belt was in his jewelry box, where Leif could get to it if
he needed to and that Leif stayed in the belt only because he
knew he should. Bob encouraged me to feel all over the belt and
I realized that it was built a lot like a jock strap, only a lot
stiffer. Leif's cock felt funny through the bars of the cage it
was trapped in and I saw him start to get stiff, only to be
twarted by a couple of bars that were out of alinement and that
caused a severe kink in the shaft of Leif's pecker.

I asked Leif how he could pee with that thing on and he showed
me how it was hinged at the bottom and how he could release a
catch up at the top of the cage which let the whole affair swing
down horizontally so he could pee without making a mess. Bob
snapped the cage back up into position and told Leif to get
downstairs for his penalty. Leif immediately scampered through a
door in the kitchen and down a flight of stairs, out of sight.
Bob asked if Zack and I would like to watch and we both said,
"Yes" at the same time. He led us downstairs and through another
doorway into what he called, "Leif's Playroom." Bob showed us
through what could only be referred to as a miniature dungeon
and explained that this was just a few of Leif's favorite toys
and that the dungeon at their house was much better equipped. He
also explained that nothing in this room was ever used as
punishment. If Leif actually needed to be punished it was done
by grounding him and making him sleep in his own bed instead of
sharing his fathers bed. All of Leif's toys had been selected by
him, bought by him or built by him. He had quite a good shop at
home and made a good deal of money turning his dreams into real
equipment that was readily bought up by a whole group of
affictionatos who appreciated the concepts and craftsmanship in
Leif's toys.

Once I seemed comfortable with what was about to happen, Bob led
Leif over to what looked like a lightly padded sawhorse and bent
him over the top of it, fastening Leif's wrists and ankles to
the legs of the device so that he couldn't move out of that
position very well. Leif's ass was well exposed in his bent over
position. Bob found us two seats and asked Zack and me to sit
down and to please be still and quiet until he was done. Then he
walked back over to Leif and asked him if he was ready and if he
had anything to say. Leif just said that he was sorry he hadn't
paid attention that morning and Bob told him he was sure that he
WOULD be sorry. He then picked up a leather strop about five
inches wide, a quarter inch thick and maybe ten inches long with
a handle and a bunch of holes punched through the strop. One
after another. Taking his time and watching Leif in-between
strokes, Bob whacked Leif's increasingly red behind with solid
strokes of the heavy leather paddle. Leif's eyes teared over,
but he kept his butt lifted so that Bob had easy access to the
best spanking areas. I was hanging onto Zack's arm as if my life
depended on it, flinching every time Leif received another
stroke of the black leather. Zack's hand was holding onto my
painfully erect crotch. His hand clenched with every stroke to
Leif's ass, bringing a sharp stab of pleasure to my groin each
time Leif's ass was paddled.

Bob took a break after five strokes and used a clean cloth to
wipe the sweat off his forehead. Looking first at us, Bob
stepped in front of Leif and methodically stripped himself
naked, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood. His
body was magnificent. Solid and obviously hard, covered
everywhere with a fine pelt of black hair that thickened under
his arms, in the middle of his chest, and around the thick,
heavy tool jutting erectly from his crotch. Bob walked slowly
over beside Leif again, letting all of us see how smoothly he
moved and how heavy his cock was as it swung heavily from side
to side with each step. Bob felt of Leif's ass and patted it
before lifting up the paddle again and setting himself spraddle-
legged to finish Leif's penalty.

"You ready?" he asked.

Leif just nodded his head and Bob took his time laying on a
stroke harder than any of the previous ones across the burning
ass cheeks. Leif reacted to that one. Jumping and pulling
against his bonds as the blow landed. Bob waited for Leif to
settle down and then suddenly landed another significant blow
that jerked Leif up solid against his restraints. He barely
slumped back down when the next blow landed and then the next.
Bob waited for Leif to get his breathing back under control and
then asked him, "Are you going to listen to me the next time I
tell you to do something?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good!" The final blow landed with a firmness that rocked Leif's
body. Both he and Bob had heavy, drooling erections by now and I
was hanging onto Zack's beefy arm so hard that the hand that
he'd moved into my lap was actually turning blue. My hunky man
and I sat there totally entranced as Bob took out some ointment
and rubbed it into Leif's bright red asscheeks. Watching really
excited me, but when Leif's father started working his big
fingers in and out of his son's ass... well... I just about lost
it. Zack tried to get me to calm down so he could watch what Bob
was doing to Leif (secretly, part of my mind was hoping that
Zack was taking copious notes so that he could do some of those
things to me) but I kept pulling at him, trying to get him to
grope my crotch while I humped off into his hand. Zack finally
told me to knock it off, and I held still for a bit, more
because of shock than anything else. When I recovered Zack was
definitely on my short list.

Defiantly, I started humping Zack's arm again. He turned and
looked at me.

"You're really asking for it, boy!"

Stareing directly into his eyes I challengingly thrust my
erection into the palm of his hand.

The next thing I knew I was between Zack's legs and he was
stripping off my t-shirt and then my pants and underpants,
sliding off my shoes and socks as he pulled my pants loose. I
was headed face-down across his lap before I really realized
what was happening. I started to struggle and fight Zack, but
that made little, if any, difference. Zack had me down across
his lap and was spanking my butt before I could effectively do
anything about it. I really didn't mind being naked in front of
Bob and Leif, but getting spanked in front of them was something
else entirely. Blushing, I turned to see if they'd noticed what
Zack was doing to me. Bob had moved around the sawhorse and was
holding the back of Leif's head with his cock  stuck more than
half-way into Leif's mouth and throat. Leif was stretched up on
his arms so he could reach Bob's cock and you could see the
muscles in his back and arms straining to keep Bob's cock right
where it was. They were both watching what Zack was doing to me.

Blushing bright red when I noticed them watching me, I turned my
face down to the floor and concentrated on not crying. Zack
wasn't goofing around. He was really making my butt sting. I
realized that I'd been pushing pretty hard, but I think most of
Zack's reaction was because he'd gotten a lot more worked up
watching Bob and Leif than I'd realized. I could feel Zack's
cock throbbing against my belly as he spanked me and I got
really excited knowing how turned on all of this was making my
big brother.

I could feel the tension in the room release when I happily
surrendered to Zack and lifted my butt to him so he could really
work it over. Zack felt me give in and used he arm not actively
involved in whacking my ass to pull me tight up against his
belly as he leaned into his work. The heat of his body, of his
leg against my belly and throbbing cock, of his belly against my
side and his arm across my back, the burning heat of his cock
against my tummy, all of this was spurred on by the heat Zack
was generating in my ass. The burning in my ass swelling and
spreading, making my stomach roil and twist as huge surges of
lust flashed through my body. I was pumping so much pre-lube
that it felt like I was continually cumming. I glanced back at
Bob and Leif and was immediately turned-on by how intent they
were on watching what Zack and I were doing. Bob was all tensed
up, pulling up on his toes and arching into Leif's face where
his cock was now completely disappearing. Leif was straining his
eyes around, trying to pay attention to what he was doing to
Bob's cock and yet not miss anything Zack and I were doing. I
swear he grinned at me around Bob's big cock when he noticed me
looking at him. I could hardly believe how excited they were
getting over what we were doing, at least not until I remembered
how horny I got watching them.

Leif pushed up with his arms off his very fingertips, muscles
pulling and twisting, cording into knots in his arms. Tense,
straining muscles arched Leif's back up as hard as they could as
Leif tried to keep as much of Bob's cock in his mouth as he
could possibly reach and engulf with his eager, outreaching
lips. Bob responded to Leif's efforts in tense reaction that had
him up on his toes, straining and arching his loins forward to
thrust himself as much as possible into Leif's obviously active
and desirable buccal orifice. One hand hooked behind the boy's
head, the other hand holding his own magnificently glowing buns,
Bob's long middle finger fed down through the crack to where he
was obviously frigging himself. Both sweaty bodies highlighted
musculature shone in ruby splashed light from the wall sconces
that lit a stately dance between two pulchritudinous males that
was as old as mankind itself --- and before.

Zack continued to work my ass over and I strained up so he could
make it feel even better against my tight-muscled ass. I hung
onto Zack's leg, softly begging him to really work my ass over.
To make me and Bob and Leif... and especially himself... feel as
good as possible.

Leif was straining around working desperately for more
stimulation, rocking the sawhorse around until it sounded like
he might break it. I was on the verge of a gut-wrenching orgasm
burning with a fierce glow that started at my ass and spread
throughout my body.

"Come over here and fuck my boy." Bob said. "He needs it bad and
arched up like that he'll be the tightest boy pussy you'll ever
have."

Zack stopped spanking me and just stared at Bob, his hand
resting on my burning ass. Tears filled my eyes. I was right on
the razor-sharp edge of orgasm, one or two more swats would have
seen me over the edge into nirvana.

"Put that boy of yours in the corner and come over and give my
boy what he needs." Bob said in a very commanding voice.

Zack stood up, setting me on my feet with effortless ease as he
did. Lube streaming from both our cockheads, holding me by the
arm, Zack led me over to the corner of the basement and told me
to put my hands on top of my head and to not take them down, no
matter what. Then he pushed my nose into the corner and told me
to stay there with my nose _in the corner_ until he personally
came to lead me away. I made up my mind right then that I wasn't
going to move, even if the house burned down around my ears,
until Zack came and led his little brother away by the hand.

Luckily, the walls were mirrored and I could not only hear, be
see almost everything that went on in the room. I watched as
Zack walked up behind Bob and put his arms around his neck and
plastered his now naked body up against Bob's fine back and ass.
The older Marine was a burly, beefy, bulk muscled, hairy MAN. He
turned his head and took possession of Zack's lips, kissing him
with a passion that rocked me to my soul. These two men REALLY
had something going one for each other. I heard  both of them
moaning and Leif slurping and sucking and my eyes filled with
tears. My stomach sick and churning with my postponed orgasm and
the sudden fear of loosing Zack, I thought I might pass out or
throw up.

"Oh, Sarge!" Zack said in a husky, passionate voice. "Why didn't
you tell me?"

"Because you didn't have a boy of your own and I was afraid that
you wouldn't understand me."

"But I loved you!"

"I know you did, Zack. I know you did. But I couldn't risk what
I have with Leif, no matter what!"

More tears filled my eyes as Zack continued,

"You know, Sarge... Jon and I were born within minutes of each
other, and our hearts tell us that we were twin brothers,
separated at birth and waiting for each other all theses years.
We want to be brothers. We need to be brothers. I need Jon and
anyone or anything that gets in the way of that is going to be C
R U S H E D! But I need you too! I want you and I need you to be
there for me." Zack shook his head and turned it to face me.
Unpeeling himself from Bob's back, Zack came over to me. Taking
my shoulder he turned me around and looked deep into my eyes. I
looked back until I actually understood his need for the older,
more mature man. Glancing over to where Bob stood flatfooted,
waiting for whatever Zack was going to do, I looked back at Zack
and with a big smile on my face, I nodded my head "Yes".

With a big grin of his own, Zack leaned forward and kissed me
and then turned me back to face in the corner. Bending down, he
kissed my ear, swatted my ass and whispered, "Watch this! I
think you're going to like it." The hand that had slapped me
gave me a final grope as Zack walked back and draped himself
over Bob's hard body.

"Hey, Sarge. Me and my little brother need a daddy. If it's okay
with your son, we'd like you to be our Dad, Sarge. Please? I
need you!"

Zack was wiggling up against Bob like a puppy trying to make
friends with a big dog.

Bob looked down between his legs and then reached behind him and
pulled Zack around in front of him and kissed him long, hard and
deep. "Now get over there and screw your little brothers ass
while I fuck his face...  Son."

Zack got all teary and mushy and I kind of missed what happened
next. I guess because my own eyes were pretty blurry. Zack gave
our new Dad a huge kiss and the next thing I knew he was behind
Leif trying to tear his ass up. I knew what it felt like when
Zack got all male studly like that and my asshole started
twitching and sucking at air and my boner got so hard it hurt. I
admit that right then I was jealous of Leif, and wanted to be
tied to that sawhorse in-between those two humping Marine stud
animals.

My eyes were full of the tears of need and my ears were full of
the sounds of two stallions working their way up to exploding
their seed when Zack panted out,  "No! No! Not like this!"
Startled, everyone froze as Zack unplugged from Leif's tight ass
and moved around him pushing Bob back so he could jam his big
cock into the helpless Leif. Leaning forward and lifting his ass
up, Zack looked over his shoulder. "Come and get it, Sarge. It's
all yours if you want it!"

With a deep moan, the man who was going to be our dad moved up
behind Zack and, holding his fat cock in one hand and Zack's
shoulder in his other hand, said, "You've got it, Corporal. I've
been wanting this fine ass for years, and now I'm going to tear
it up!", as he plunged his cock all the way up Zack's ass in one
hard thrust.

Zack went up on his toes and screamed, "YESSSSSsssssssssss!"

"Jesus Christ! Oh, God!!! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Goddddddddddd! Tight
hot Marine ass! Ahhhhhhh! Fuckin' tight hot Marine ass! I'm
fucking your ass, Corporal! I'm fucking your ass, Son!"

Cursing and humping and straining against each other, both big
men started to bellow deep down in their chests as they exploded
. My dick felt like it was on fire and my nuts were pulled up so
tight against my body that they ached. I wanted desperately to
grab my cock and beat it into a froth, but Zack  told me to keep
my hands on top of my head and no way was I going to disobey him
at this point.

Bob and Zack finally managed to disengage from their sexual
connections. Zack turned around and Bob pulled him into his arms
and they shared a huge kiss before Bob turned and, tucking Zack
in under his arm (God, he was a BIG man!), headed for the
staircase. Stopping, Bob looked at me and said, "Come here,
boy."

I looked at Zack, but didn't move from the corner.

"It's okay, Babe. Anything Dad says takes precedent over my
orders. Okay?"

A little doubtfully, I nodded agreement and sort of bashfully
walked over to where they were standing with my hands still on
my head. I had to walk sort of spraddle-legged because it hurt
my nuts if I didn't. My cock was throbbing with every beat of my
heart, sticking straight up and it's curve pushing the totally
exposed cockhead up against my smooth belly. My whole front was
dripping with pre-cum and clear streams of sex fluid were
pulsing out of my dick with every heart throb.

Bob looked me up and down. "What do you think of being my son?"

His Marine directness and bluntness sort of took my breath away
and I just nodded.

Bob looked at me with those piercing grey eyes of his and
finally nodded. "Okay. That will have to do for now... Son."
Looking down at my mid-section, he got a wolfish grin on his
face. "Take care of that thing and then," tipping his head
towards Leif, "let your brother out of that contraption and come
join your big brother and me." "Leif! We'll be in my bedroom.
You show your brother where it is!"

With that, he turned and lead Zack up the stairs out of my
sight.



Part the Third



Me and Leif



I stood there like a dummy, looking at the empty stair case
until I heard a noise behind me. Leif was moving around on the
sawhorse like he was uncomfortable or something. "Hey! Would you
mind letting me loose before you beat off?" Leif asked.

Sort of snapping out of my trance, hands still on my head and my
body completely exposed to this really good-looking blond guy. I
hopped to take care of him like I'd been told to do. Threads of
thick, crystalline slime flew through the air with every step I
took and one long streamer landed right across Leif's face. I
started to apologize, but he just licked off what he could get
to with his tongue and grunted, "Ummmm! Good! I'd like some more
of that sometime."

I knelt down behind him and laughed, "You're welcome to all you
want. I can't stop it from flowing when I get horny." Leif and I
both laughed and I bent forward to undo the padded cuff holding
his ankle. Somehow, my fingers just fumbled with the leather as
my nose filled with the smell of Zack and Leif mixed together. I
sniffed around a little bit and the most powerful sexy odor was
coming out of the crack of Leif's ass. Without thinking, I held
onto Leif's ankles and buried my face in the crack of his fine
ass. Out of control and wallowing my face around in the humid
confines of Leif's pulsing ass, I tried to suck and lick up
every smidgen of the juices Zack had deposited in this fragrant
cleft.

Leif had about as much restraint as I did. Moaning and groaning
and arching his butt up into my face as his asshole pulsed and
throbbed and tried to open up and grab my tongue. I didn't mind
and plunged my tongue into the velvet soft opening and felt the
pleasure of Leif closing his hold and grabbing my tongue until
my lips were kissing the pucker that was gripping my tongue so
tightly. I stumbled to my feet and was standing there my fingers
touching  the tiny hairs at the base of Leif's spine with all
the weight of an anorexic butterfly as my body shuddered and
shook with need.

Leif looked over his shoulder and lifted his butt up at me. "Do
it! Do it!" he incited me.

Holding my breath, I pushed my magic wand down as far as I could
and then leaned forward until I could line up the glistening
cockhead with the exposed pink of Leif's insides. The grossly
swollen mushroom head of my cock touched and then spread the
plush lining of Leif's guts until they flowed smoothly around
the blunt curves of the broad intruder until I could feel the
warm slickness leak up over my corona and start sliding up the
burning shaft of my cock. I dropped across Leif's back, not even
thinking of how it might hurt him, bent over the thin part of
the sawhorse like he was, and started fucking his ass like my
life depended on it. There was no beginning and no end to my
orgasm. I started to cum as Leif's warmth encompassed me and
didn't stop cumming until I was sprawled unconscious across his
back.

Leif moving uncomfortably underneath of me finally brought me
back to some sort of contact with the real world and I realized
what I had just done to this poor, bound boy. Shame reddening my
face, I reach down, still laying on his back, and quickly undid
the cuffs on his wrists. Sliding off his back to get to his
ankles, my cock unplugged from his ass and the fragrance halted
my downward progress as I buried my face between Leif's tight
buns one more time. This time it was a mixture of my own and
Leif's scents that drove me crazy. Leif stood up and squatted
down so I could suck all my cum out of his hot ass. Following
the scent trail my mouth found the most wonderful, totally
hairless ballsac and my tongue flipped them inside so I could
suck all of my juice as well as Leif's sweat and  funk off of
the lovely balls. Leif groaned as I sucked the balls deep into
my throat and tried to move his foot so he could relieve the
pressure on his stretched-out sack. He lost his balance and went
down on his back onto the wrestling mat,, pulling both me and
the sawhorse over with him.

I was too startled to let go of my mouthful of nuts and Leif
held my head to his groin and he moaned with the fear of loosing
his nuts when we hit the ground. The sawhorse hit me in the back
of the head and made my eye's spin. Leif was carefully holding
my head and jaw in his big hands, trying to keep me from biting
his nuts off. I looked up at his fantastic electric blue eyes
and he looked down at me, slobber all over my face and his nuts
in my mouth. He started laughing and I realized how ridiculous
we must look and started laughing too. Leif folded forward and
tried to hold my head still to protect his aching balls. That
made me laugh even harder and Leif just groaned, half in
pleasure and half in fear of loosing his nuts. Still laughing, I
let his nuts slide out of my mouth and plop down between his
legs. Wrapping my arms around the small of his back to help keep
him bent up like that,, my mouth slid around his really neat
cock until my forehead was pressed against his smooth and
hairless belly and my lips and nose were buried in the fluffy,
silky softness of his little pubic patch.

Leif groaned in pleasure and wrapped his hands over my head and
clasped us together with all his strength as he started to
spooge in huge, lunging thrusts down my throat. His cock was
just long enough in this position so that his big cockhead was
right in the entrance of my throat. I got plenty of cum in my
mouth to taste as his flaring rim popped back and forth, in and
out of the portal to my esophagus. Leif was clench toothed and
whining as he hunched and pulled against my mouth and I sucked
and worked my tongue to give him every bit of pleasure I
possibly could.

The air finally exploded out of Leif and he collapsed backwards,
throwing his arms out sideways and gasping for breath. I sucked
and milked the last drops of the superlative sauce and Leif
cringed and tried to push me away from his super-sensitive
cockhead. I sucked down as hard as I could and slowly let Leif
pull his cock back until the fat cork at the end popped out of
my mouth with a loud popping sound. Leif fell back onto the foam
wrestling matt and half moaned, half laughed with the pleasure
he was feeling. Gently, softly, tickley, I started to wash
Leif's thighs and groin and balls with my tongue, sedately
cleaning his flushed flesh as he lay there trembling and
twitching as he rocked his head back and forth moaning. One hand
on my head, he kept contact with me as I drove him beyond his
own sensorium into a land of hallucination. When I pushed his
thighs up and stuck my tongue back up his ass, his arms and legs
jerked out as far as they could and Leif passed out as my tongue
slithered up his tain't.

I reached down and unbuckled the restraints from around Leif's
ankles and pushed the sawhorse back up on its feet, giving it a
nice pat for being so helpful. I crawled up alongside Leif and
checked to make sure he was okay, and then just laid now next to
him and watched his beautiful face until he recovered and turned
to weakly smile at me.

"Hi, Brother!" I said.

He smiled wider. "Having brothers is going to be really cool, I
think." he said.

Grinning, I got up and reached a hand down to help him up. He
smiled and took my hand. I pulled him to his feet and said
something about how we'd better get upstairs. He said there
wasn't any hurry and that we should get cleaned up first and led
me over to the tiled in showers in the corner of the basement.
We only turned on one shower and got under it, giggling and
touching each other like a couple of seventh graders in gym
class. We whispered and giggled and laughed as we told each
other about ourselves and our relationships with our men. Leif
told me how much he liked being a little boy for his Dad and I
told him how much I liked being Zack's little brother and what a
Marine stud he was. Leif told me that his, our, Dad had talked
to him before about wanting Zack and that maybe we should give
them some time together alone. We cuddled up under the warm
shower spray and giggled about that until I slid down Leif's
front and took his cock in my mouth again until he boned up and
gave me a good face-fucking and another mouthful of his sweet
tasting cum.

Leif turned around and bent over, exposing his ass to my face. I
burrowed in and left him spotlessly clean before standing up and
mounting him like a young buck in heat. I fucked him like a dog
fucks a bitch and didn't stop until I could slide down his long
legs and clean my cum out of his ass. When I was done he pulled
me to my feet and we hugged each other and giggled and told each
other how much fun being brothers was going to be.

Looking at me with a gleam in his eyes that I just knew was
going to get us in trouble, Leif grinned and then looked up like
he could see through the floor above us and whispered, "You want
to do something special for those guys?"

Not knowing what he was thinking of, but entranced by Leif's
eagerness, I nodded my head 'Yes.'



-----



We listened at the bedroom door and all we could hear was some
soft talking. Leif knocked softly on the door and asked, "Daddy?
Is it okay if we come in now?"

A deep voice answered, "Sure. Come on in boys."

Leif took my hand and we both took a deep breath before he led
me into the big master bedroom. Dad and Zack were laying face-
to-face, all tangled up together. Dad looked over his shoulder
at us, and just stared for a second.

"What the fuck? You boys get over here!" Pushing himself up, Dad
untangled himself from Zack's muscled limbs and sat on the edge
of the bed. Leif led me over in front of his father and stopped
there, still holding my hand and leading me like I was the
little brother.

"What the Fuck?!?!?" Dad said again and gently put a hand on
each of us. Leif turned his head and winked at me with the eye
Dad couldn't see and we both put our thumbs in our mouths just
like we'd planned, just standing there sucking our thumbs while
Dad ran his hands all over us.

I saw Zack's arm snake up around Dad's waist and Zack laid his
warm head against Dad's cool back. "What is it, Sarge?" Zack
asked.

"I'll be God-dammed!" was all Dad said.

Zack peeked around Dad's side at us to see what Dad was talking
about.

"Would you look at that!" Dad said as his hands searched all
over our bodies. "Not a God-dammed hair on either one of them!
Hairless and naked as a pair of new born  babies."

Zack reached out and ran his fingertips from the base of my
spine back out between my legs and up around my pubes.
"Jeeze!!!" was all he could say.

Dad and Zack looked at each other and then Dad said, "Put your
arms up."

Leif and I took our thumbs out of our mouths but kept hole of
each others hand as we lifted our arms straight up into the air.
Zack reached up and touched my totally smooth armpit and said,
"Jeeze!!!!!!" I was beginning to question Zack's intelligence.
Seemed like all he had to say was, "Jeeze!"

Zack reached up and touched my totally hair less armpit and then
dropped to my equally hairless crotch. "Jeeze!"

I giggled like a naughty little boy and Dad swatted my bottom
and told me to quit picking on my big brother like that. I
laughed and stuck my tongue out at Zack who was now running his
hand all over Leif.

"Leif!" Dad said in a stern voice. "Was this your Idea?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Without asking first?"

"yes, sir."

"Zack!"

Startled, Zack's hand stopped feeling all over Leif and he
gulped before saying, "Yes, Sir?"

Pointing at Leif, Dad said, "Take your brother into the den and
teach him about when he should and when he shouldn't ask before
leaping. Paddle his ass if you think it's necessary!"

"Uh. Okay, Sarge, I mean, Dad. I... Uh... that is..."

Zack was sitting up on the edge of the bed by now and Dad
reached up and whacked his ass. "Just go do it! I'll call you
when it's okay to come back in. Okay?"

Zack looked at me with a worried look on his face but I just
looked back at him with a small smile and nodded my head. Zack
got up and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "You be a
good boy!' Without saying another word he took Leif's hand and
lead him through the connecting door into the den and didn't
quite close the door all the way behind them.

I looked back and realized just how big and burly and hairy and
imposing this huge man was and felt very insignificant and
insecure in front of him without even any body hair to hide
behind. He took his time and looked me over , very frankly
examining my whole body. When he turned his finger around in a
circle, I automatically complied and turned around so he could
inspect my backside. He motioned to me to turn back around and
then patted his thigh, inviting me to sit up there.

I moved over to him, feeling like a little kid again, he was so
big. I clambered up, sitting my bare naked butt on his hairy
thigh. I couldn't believe how hairy this guy was all over. I sat
very upright, very prim and proper, trying to not touch him any
more than I absolutely had to. He smiled and put his arm around
me and snuggled me into his hairy chest. My hand reached up of
it's own volition and felt of the silky soft hair that covered
him so densely. He didn't say anything about that but asked me
about my life and my family, what my father might think of what
I was doing. I told him the truth about everything he asked and
told him that I'd talked to my father about my gay feelings and
that he had told me that, no matter what, he loved me. I also,
without really being asked, talked about how much I loved my
father, but how he was an accountant and sort of a nerd and
there were somethings I just couldn't do with him or talk to him
about.

Sarge said he understood and asked me if I could accept him, not
as a replacement for my father, but as a complement to my
father, a person I could talk to about "those" things and do the
rough and tumble stuff with that I so much desired. I got very
thoughtful about that and he just held me while I thought it
over. Not pushing me. Not trying to get me to say one thing or
another. Just sitting there holding me like he had all eternity
for me to come to a decision. I finally sighed and looked up at
him, my eyes soft and full of need. He just pulled me in closer
to him as I snuggled deeper into his furry chest.

We sat there quietly for a while and then he started to quietly
tell me about him and Zack in the Marine Corps. How they'd met
and how he'd been giving Zack special training and special
attention because he thought Zack had so much potential. As he
talked to me, he started asking me about Zack. About how I felt
about him and what I thought of him and what having him for a
friend, and a brother, meant to me.

He noticed that I was fidgeting around and asked me what the
problem was and I, like a little kid, said, "I've got to go
potty." Without a word he stood up and with one arm held me to
his chest with my head on his shoulder and my thumb once again
in my mouth. He walked me into the bathroom and sat me down on
the toilet. He stood there and held my hand as I went both
number one and number two (that's how I was thinking right then)
and I was surprised when I realized that I wasn't embarrassed at
all. It was like he really was my Dad and that he was doing
exactly what a Dad should do with his little boy. I think it was
right then that I truly accepted him for my Dad. I didn't feel
one bit less love for my natural father, but I began feeling a
very special love for this man who was willing to help me grow
up and be a real man too.

When I said I was done, Daddy leaned me forward and wiped my
bottom for me, and even washed it especially clean with some wet
wipes from the counter. I wasn't embarrassed at all, again!
This was weird! This guy was treating me like a little bitty
kid, and I was loving it!

When he was done cleaning my bottom, he put my thumb back in my
mouth and lifted me effortlessly back up onto his shoulder. I
wiggled my way down into his hair so it wouldn't poke or tickle
me any more and sighed in satisfaction. Dad carried me over to a
tall, ladder-backed chair sitting against the wall and sat down,
carefully laying me across his lap, butt up. I knew that our
talk was about to get more serious --- and I really didn't mind,
in fact, I wanted it to get more serious, --- a LOT more
serious.

Dad laid his hand on my behind and started talking to me about
responsibility and asking first before doing stuff and what my
place was and doing my studies properly and how I should always
listen to my older brother and obey him and lots of other stuff.
All through that he'd spank my butt to make sure I understood
and then he'd lay his hand back down across my increasingly
hotter cheeks, an action that I found great pleasure and
emotional satisfaction in. All throughout our little talk I
could hear murmuring from the den, and the sounds of someone's
butt being worked over pretty thoroughly. Somehow, I found that
very comforting, knowing that I wasn't alone.

Dad finally set me on my feet and then got up and lifted me back
onto his shoulder. He walked over and got a handful of tissues
and helped me blow my nose. Then he walked over to the door
between the bedroom and den and, without looking through the
crack, said, "We're done in here. You can join us any time
you're ready." Then Dad moved over to the foot of the bed and
sat down on the rocking chair there and arranged me up against
himself so that I could burrow back into his chest hair and he
could hold me comfortably on his thigh. I discovered his pap
hidden in the thicket of hair and the pointy pink tip of my
tongue flicked out a dozen times to wet the hair and arrange it
out of the way so I could see the dark brown little knob. I
glanced up and he was just sort of staring off into space so I
took a chance and softly wrapped my rosy lips around the perky
nipple. I glanced back up and he was looking at me with a smile
on his face. Then he patted my butt and I smiled and closed my
eyes, burrowing deeper into the warm fir and nursing deeply at
the male cone that peaked from the broad, hard slab of tit
muscle I was laying my head on.

My free hand mindlessly stroked and wandered through his chest
hair, finding the other nipple and gently playing with it until
it was stiff and hard too. My hand kept wandering, pretty much
on its own without much thought from me until I notice that my
fingers were getting tangled up in a longer, thicker, more curly
sort of hair. Sleepily content, my eyes barely opened to see
what was happening. There were my fingers, almost totally out of
sight in the densest pubic patch I'd ever seen, My eyes became
more and more alert as my fingers thoroughly explored this
thick, springy patch and I got to thinking what that resilient
buffer would feel like, pressed against my butt.

With one finger, I reached out and tentatively touched the root
of the wide, soft shaft that flowed out of the tangle of pubic
hair. With the now fat nipple still in my mouth, I glanced up at
the big man I was touching. With a pleased look on his face, he
said, "Go ahead, Son. Explore if you want. Find out what you
want to know. Contentedly, reassured, I looked back down and
traced my finger over the broad curves of my Dad's impressive
man meat. It responded positively to my uncertain explorations
by filling and spreading and rising so that I could get to more
and more of its bulky self. His foreskin was heavy, but not
particularly long and his cock grew a LOT as it filled up and
got harder and harder, pushing the nose and part of the crown of
his distended cockhead out in the open where I could see it and
trace its outlines with my extended, trembling finger.

While I explored, Daddy's hand caressed my back and then my
behind, finally letting a finger explore deep into the crease
dividing Zack's favorite playground, as he called it. My
butthole contracted and then opened up when the broad fingertip
tapped for entrance. The finger entered me but my new Daddy
noticed that I was slightly uncomfortable with his finger
sticking into me. He pulled his finger gently out of me and
carried me across the room. He set me down on my feet and I
reluctantly let go of his titty, but wrapped my hand around his
distended cockshaft as he bent me over the dressing table.
Picking up a jar of Pond's cold cream, he opened it and
carefully lubricated my behind until he could easily run his
fingers in and out of me. I stayed bent over and trembled in
pleasure as he worked on lubricating and loosening up my little
rosebud. When he had my butt the way he wanted it he picked me
back up and gave me the jar of cold cream to carry. I held onto
it while my new Daddy arranged us back in the rocking chair. He
took the open jar from me and set it on the table next to the
rocking chair on top of a couple of magazines.

I took the still wet nipple back into my mouth and used my upper
hand to move Daddy's hand back onto my ass and then went back to
exploring his distended member.  Daddy started playing with my
behind and was giving me the best finger job of my life, making
my weiner hurt it was so hard. First one and then two fingers
worked my hole over and when Daddy slipped a third finger in
there I got MAJOR horny. Reaching over to the table, I scooped
up some of the cold cream and started slicking up Daddy's cock
so I could try to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
Daddy grunted when the cold ointment first touched him but was
soon moaning in pleasure and really working my asshole over.

I giggled with the pleasure and twisted around so I could get a
foot up on each of Daddy's thighs. Pushing against Daddy's hard
tummy with both hands, I managed to raise my ass up over his
midsecion. Daddy caught on right away and guided his sweating
cock into my opened up fuck chute. He grabbed the arms of the
rocking chair and pushed back with his head against the hard
wood as I sank down, sucking his heat up into me as I lowered
myself carefully until I KNEW what his springy bush felt like
against my ass. I really wanted this, but it hurt. I was
stretched out further than ever before and he stuck up inside of
me further than Zack could reach. I tried to relax and let
myself adjust to the Daddy sized cock I was sitting on while
Daddy was fighting to hold still and not scream out loud. Funny
noises came out of him anyway and I was dammed and be sure NOT
going to give up on what I was doing to him. I finally managed
to lower my legs until I was seated firmly in his lap with my
legs extended along the broad, muscular upper surface of his
hairy thighs.

Daddy wrapped both of his arms around me and kissed the back of
my head. I turned my head and he gently kissed my lips as his
hands swept over my body, feeling my totally hairless slickness
while my hands were equally happy behind me, exploring his hairy
belly and ass. We both started laughing when he found out I
could relax my belly muscles so that he could grab his own cock
while it was still up inside of me. For whatever reason, we both
thought that was hilarious, and I realized that his cock now
felt perfectly at home and didn't hurt me at all, rather, it was
giving me immense pleasure.

We just sat there quietly for a bit.. Touching each other gently
and very much enjoying all the contact we had in this position.
I heard a noise and looked up just in time to see Zack open the
door and push Leif into the bedroom ahead of him. Leif's ass was
bright red. I don't mean a little bit bright red, I mean BRIGHT
red! Zack had a honking big boner with a long stream of his
viscous pre-lube spinning down towards the rug.

"Well, did you boys get things worked out?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, Sir. I think so." Zack said. Leif just stood there rubbing
his butt and nodding.

"Why don't you take Leif to bed and show your brother and me
just how much you want to screw him?"

Zack looked over at Leif and then back at Daddy and me and
grinned. I think he thought I was just sitting there and didn't
know that Daddy was up inside of me. He turned back to Leif and
flicked his finger towards the bed. I knew how Zack got when he
was really horny and was glad for Leif when he didn't say
anything but just jumped up on the bed and bounced over to the
middle, laying his chest down on the bedspread, staying on his
knees, leaving his butt sticking up in the air. Zack crawled up
behind him and grabbed an asscheek in each hand, his strong
fingers making white indentations in the burning red globes. He
pulled Leif around to were Daddy and I could see everything that
was going on and then buried his face in Leif's butt. Leif
started moaning uncontrollably as Zack attacked his asshole with
lips, teeth and tongue while he rhythmically squeezed the plump
buttocks.

Watching this and the way Zack mounted and inserted his cock and
then the way Zack laid heavy meat to his younger brother like
the stud Marine he most assuredly was made me so horny that my
asshole first clamped down around Daddy's thick shaft and then
started pulsing and sucking at the mancock, desperately seeking
relief. Daddy told me to hold still and just watch what my
brothers were doing. He kept telling me that, but had to slap my
ass or belly every once in a while to get my attention and make
me hold still.

Zack gave Leif a really good fucking, I could tell from personal
experience, and I was fascinated thinking that Zack must look
like that while he was fucking me. Just thinking about that made
me so horny that I couldn't believe it and Daddy had to swat my
ass several times to keep me from raping him.

I think Leif was enjoying Zack's fucking as much as I would have
and was certainly trying to return the favor, wiggling his ass
around and rearing up into Zack's most powerful thrusts as
eagerly as if he was the one doing the fucking instead of the
one being fucked. He and Zack exploded at the same time and went
wild, Leif spooging all over the place as they rolled over and
over and Zack cumming so much that it was leaking out of Leif's
ass in a great flood.

We watched them until they were laying there exhausted, limp
dicked, but still connected and panting hard for breath.

Daddy kissed my ear and then whispered, "You ready?"

All I could do was nod eagerly as my quern quickly quivered
quite quakingly around Daddy's now throbbing manshaft. He lifted
me, not quite removing himself from inside of me, and then sat
me back down on his lap. I moaned so loud that both Zack and
Leif looked over just in time to see Daddy lift me for the
second time.

"Jeeze! Look at that!" Leif exclaimed.

Zack didn't say anything. He just quickly climbed out of bed and
moved over so he could look right up between Daddy's legs and
watch what he was doing to my asshole. I proudly smiled at Zack
and he winked at me before squatting down so he could see
better. Leif climbed out of his Dad's bed and walked over behind
Zack with his big old boner leading the way. I laughed when Leif
crouched down behind Zack and snuck his dick up the spread ass
in front of him. Zack was so entranced by what Daddy was doing
to me that I  not sure he even noticed what Leif was doing
before it was WAY too late! We fucked like that, turning each
other on more and more (I REALLY got off on watching Leif
cornhole our big brother, especially as much as Zack liked what
Leif was doing to him). Daddy finally scooted to the front edge
of the rocking chair and turned me around so I could wrap my
legs around his waist. Then he stood up and, still bouncing me
up and down, walked over to the bed and laid me down on my back,
staying on top of me and pulling my legs up over his shoulders
before laying  completely down on top of me so that he could
stick his tongue in so deep that he could lick my tonsils.

He held me like that and gave me a long, slow, loving fucking
until I'd come three times and was begging him to fuck me harder
and fill my guts with cum. Leif had cum up Zack's ass long ago
and they had moved up on the bed and were laying, one on either
side of us, watching us make love. Touching and stroking from
time to time in loving support, but mostly just being there and
sharing the loving feeling. I was getting pretty frantic, trying
my best to get Daddy to cum when Zack took pity on me and
climbed up on Daddy's back and gave his asshole something to
chew on. Zack and Daddy came at the same time, Leif offered me
his weeping, throbbing cock and I took it and his offering of
sperm into my mouth. I started cumming again spun off into
never-never land, not sure if I was dreaming --- or not.

The rest of the weekend was wonderful but it wasn't until Zack
and I were walking back to the campus, his arm around my
shoulders and me tucked up as close as I could get to him that I
realized how much in love I was --- and how much Zack had made
all my dreams come true.

I didn't dare pinch myself, afraid that I might wake up --- and
discover that this was all nothing but a dream...


Zzzzzzzzzzzzz....


Please feel free to write the author with comments and/or
corrections. Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>