Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 13:29:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blowing Bobby's Brother (13)

   Being fully aware that I wanted to spend as much time as possible with
Bobby during his visit home, my Mother relented, and gave me permission to
accept Bobby's invitation for me to have Thanksgiving dinner with him, and
his family. I was, of course, delighted at the prospect of spending the day
with both Bobby, and Scott, and hoped that we might find ample opportunity
for some of our special playtime. While it was now true that each of us had
had sex with the other, we had not yet managed for the three of us to
hookup together, and the thought of us all playing together, and my seeing
the two brothers engaged, excited me greatly, and I was eager for an
opportunity to make that happen.

   The only down side to holiday meals in Bobby's family was that his
mother was somewhat traditional, and insisted that the meal be taken in a
somewhat formal fashion, which meant that we would all be expected to dress
up, including a dreaded necktie. It was, I decided, a small enough
sacrifice to endure, and I even giggled to myself at the prospect of
helping the two very sexy brothers remove their formal attire at some point
following the meal. Holding that very intriguing thought, I rummaged
through my closet, finally coming up with one of the two neckties that I
owned.

   Following a shower, and brushing my teeth, I slipped on the new, and
very sexy, nylon bikini briefs that I had bravely dared to purchase during
my last mall trip, and turned to check out my image in the mirror mounted
to the back of my bedroom door. Hmmm, I thought, pretty darned hot, if I do
say so myself, and I turned thus-and-so, eyeing the way the tiny garment
clung saucily to my small bubble butt, and encased my swelling penis, and
plump ball sac. As I eyed my reflected image, I decided that I was glad I
had chosen the creamy off-white color, liking the way the nearly
transparent material allowed the shadow of my dark pubes to show through
the gauzy material, and how the shadowy definition of my cock was defined
by the satiny brief. I ran my hands over my smooth chest, and toyed briefly
with my stiff little nipple, causing a shudder to pass over me, and I felt
my penis respond, growing more erect to prod at the snug undies. I
chuckled, and moved to the bed, then stepped into the kaki Dockers I had
laid out there, then shrugged into the dress shirt, and tucked in the
tail. I closed up the fly of the slacks, hoping that I would soon be
reversing the whole process, assisted by a certain pair of brothers that I
had come to know intimately, then struggled with the damned tie until I
finally got it right. With one last check of the result in the mirror, I
decided I looked like some preppy headed off to his prom, but shrugged, and
left my room.

   Downstairs, I endured the praise from my Mother, who naturally thought I
looked quite stunning, compared to my usual overly casual look, then
managed my escape, and headed over to Bobby's house. I parked at the curb,
climbed out, and went up to the front door, but before I reached the bell,
the door swung open, and there stood an incredibly cute looking Scott, a
wide smile on his very sexy mouth. He was similarly attired, in cream
colored Docker slacks, pale blue dress shirt, and a darker blue paisley
necktie, the whole outfit finished off with his personal anti-formal
expression, his snow-white tennis shoes. I gave him the once over, my gaze
lingering briefly at the inviting small bulge at his crotch, then smiled,
and said,

   "Well now....don't you just cleanup nicely....very sheik...the shoes,
especially..!"

   Scotty giggled, his smooth face flushing slightly, as he glanced down at
the tennies, and replied,

   "Yea, well hey....a dude can only go so formal, you know...?...and, you
are looking like an unwrapped present yourself, dude...nice...very nice,
indeed...!"

   I chuckled, giving him a sly wink, and said, lowering my voice,

   "You think...?...well, tell you what, dude...we get past this turkey
thing, and you can have first shot at unwrapping this present, ok?'

   He flushed some more, his head rapidly nodding, as he giggled again, and
replied,

   "Sounds like a plan to me dude...I already decided what I want for
dessert, and you just happen to be it...!"

   That made it my turn to giggle stupidly, but I definitely liked the
sound of his post-meal choice, so I nodded my agreement, saying,

   "Really...cool....so then, be sure to not stuff down too much
dinner...leave room for a really rich dessert, ok...cause I brought along
plenty, definitely."

   Scotty grinned, and shot me a quick little wink of understanding, then
stepped back, and motioned me inside, as he closed the door. We walked into
the living room, and Bobby's dad greeted me, as Scott and I sat down on the
sofa. Bobby appeared from the direction of the dinning room, and I felt my
jaw drop slightly as I gazed at him. He looked drop-dead sexy, dressed
smartly in gray, form fitting dress slacks, and a long sleeved, cranberry
red dress shirt, complete with shining cuff links, and a light gray colored
tie replete with fine, diagonal stripes of the cranberry shade, knotted
neatly at his throat.  Our eyes met as he entered the room, and I let mine
drop to savor the snug fit of his pants, and the way they seemed to
actually highlight his penis where it reposed along his upper thigh. Yummy,
I thought, can't wait to get him out of those, and let that bad-boy free to
perform its true mission in life, namely feeding me! I dragged my hungry
eyes away from Bobby's well-filled crotch, and again met his gaze, as he
grinned widely, and said,

   "He dude...wow...did your Mother dress you, or what...?"

   I chuckled, and answered,

   "Yea, right...not since I was maybe, like, nine, though I almost needed
help choosing a tie...I do own, like, two, you know, so it was pretty iffy
there for a while..."

   He laughed, and walked over to me, so we could do our traditional
fist-touch thing, then, asked if I wanted a soda, or whatever, then, headed
back to the kitchen when I told him a Pepsi would be cool. I watched his
departure, deciding that he looked almost as good going, and he did
coming. Scott caught me perving his brothers cute butt, and giggled
sweetly, as his Dad stayed focused on the football game he was intently
watching. I blushed a little, and gave Scott a small shrug, as if to say,
"can't help it," and he nodded his head in agreement.

  The afternoon progressed pleasantly, amid copious finger-food snacks, and
soda's, interspersed with family chit-chat, and us boys goofing around
until dinner was served. We adjourned to the dinning room table, and
settled in, Bobby seated to my right, and Scotty straight across from
me. Their Dad said grace, and we began passing around the plentiful repast,
which was actually no small task, given the array of bountiful dishes the
Mom had produced. The meal was heavenly, and heavy, as Thanksgiving dinners
tend to be, and in the end, all of us were stuffed, and somewhat loggy from
the rich dishes.  We three boys cleared the table, as the parents retired
back to the living room for coffee, and the last quarter of yet another
football game on TV. With the dining room all squared away, the three of us
moved to the kitchen to rinse the dishes, and load the washer, all the
while engaging in a small game of grab-ass, and quick little gropes of each
others penis amid much silly giggling, and comments of what was to come. By
the time the cleanup was completed, we all sported somewhat obvious
erections in our unfamiliar dress slacks, and we wandered out to the back
patio to allow them to subside some before we joined the parents inside to
watch the end of the game. As the final seconds of the game ticked down,
Bobby implored his Mother to allow us to lose the dress up duds, which she
reluctantly granted with a small shake of her head, and some mumbled
comment about why it was that boys were so resistant to dressing
nicely. Not wishing to push the issue further now that we had received her
ok, Bobby quickly stood, and said to me, and Scott,

   "Come on dudes...quick, before she thinks about it more...Josh...I can loan
you some way more comfortable gear, if you want...up in my room..."

   Sounded like a plan to me, so I quickly rose, and followed that cute
Bobby butt up the stairs, Scotty in close pursuit. At the top of the stair,
Bobby continued on down the hall, and Scotty peeled off at his own room to
gather a change of clothes, as I continued to follow Bobby into his
bedroom, struggling with loosening the tie at my neck. Bobby paused at the
door, letting me pass him as I entered his room, then closed the door, as I
tugged the tie free, and tossed it onto his bed. Turning toward him, I
again dropped my gaze to the inviting lump poking at the smooth material of
his slacks, and licked my lips, as the vivid image of what was causing that
lump flashed across my mind. I felt my penis flexing in my own slacks, the
tiny briefs rapidly filling out with the effort of containment, and it
might have been the sudden loss of blood from my brain, caused by the
majority of my available supply rushing to my engorging penis, that made me
kind of loose it, as Bobby stepped in front of me, his hands moving to his
tie knot.

   "No Dude....leave it on...you look so fucking sexy in that shirt and
tie....just..." I stammered, as I all but grabbed at his belt buckle, and
dropped my butt onto the edge of his bed.

   He chuckled above me, and dropped his arms to his sides, as I forced
open his belt, and tugged on his zipper, forcefully yanking open his
slacks.

   "Oh yea, Dude..!" he croaked, "Fucking rape me...hell, I'll even help
you...!"

   Suddenly overcome with the need, and desire, to free his turgid cock,
and feel it fill my hungry mouth, I yanked his slacks down past his knees,
and let them puddle at his feet, as his fresh, youthful scent flooded my
senses. I stared briefly at the solid erection that poked strongly at the
front of his stark white briefs, and inhaled another strong whiff of his
incredible aroma, then, stuck my fingers into the elastic of the briefs,
and pulled them forward, then, down his firm thighs. His cock sprang free,
and slapped instantly against his slightly furry groin, totally rigid, and
pulsing, and I savored the sight of his fully charged balls hanging tightly
beneath the heavy stalk. Bobby groaned softly when I extended my hands, and
closed a fist around his rock hard erection, and gently cupped his heavy
ball sac in the other.

   "Fuck Dude...you're really fired up here...you gonna...?.."  He muttered,
and I nodded my head briefly and answered,

    "Yea, I am....fuck yea...and....right now, too....damn...!"

   Surprising even me a little, I quickly tugged down on his rigid staff,
and lowered my head, as my tongue shot out, and lapped across the silky
smooth head of his thick cock, then, closed my lips over the head, and
sucked, as my tongue darted at the tiny slit there, and his knees buckled
slightly, and he made the moaning sound again. I could actually hear my
pounding heart beat, a loud roaring noise in my ears, as I slowly fed the
entire length of Bobby's tasty cock into my mouth, as I manipulated his
plump balls with my fingers.

   God, I was on fire, the thickness of his shaft filling my sucking mouth,
the heavenly flavors, and scents, of him making me dizzy, as I settled into
a rhythm, and deftly slid my drooling mouth over his throbbing erection,
the nasty slurping noises I was making only adding fuel to my already
raging fires. Bobby stood before me, no doubt as amazed at the ferocity of
my oral assault as I was, and he moved his hands to my head, holding it to
maintain his balance, as his slim hips began steadily moving back and
forth, his rhythm matching my own, as I eagerly continued to suck his
amazing cock, hungry for the eruption that I knew couldn't be far off.

   He began a series of small grunting sounds, a cadence that matched his
small thrusts, as he moved his now oozing cock in and out of my mouth, and
he suddenly rolled up on his toes, and gripped the sides of my head
stronger, as he groaned deeply, and uttered,

   "Awww, fuuuuuck....I'm gonna...blow...!"

   I gave his dangling nuts a small squeeze, adding the last tiny bit of
stimulation that pushed Bobby over the edge, and with one strong forward
thrust, he exploded, his warm, creamy essence suddenly ejecting over my
tongue, and filling my mouth to capacity in several rapid fire
volleys. Tears burst forth in my eyes, and dribbled over my puffed out
cheeks, as I gulped rapidly, straining to keep up with the massive volume
of thick cum that continued to eject from his shooting boyhood, and my
fingers continued to milk his balls, as he finally stopped shooting, and,
with one last thrust, he eased his wilting cock from my mouth, and all but
collapsed to the floor, panting like an old dog on a very hot day. I sat
back on the bed, my tongue savoring the nutty after taste of his copious
ejaculate, and giggled, suddenly feeling like a two-bit slut in a dark
alley, as my hand swiped at the streaks of his still warm cum that oozed
from the corners of my mouth. Bobby looked up at me from his perch at me
feet, and grinned like a possum eating shit, as he muttered, still slightly
gasping,

   "Jesuuuus, Dude.....what the fuck was....that....about...?"

      I grinned back at him, amused by the now disheveled look of his prior
formal attire, the expensive dress slacks badly tangled at his ankles,
along with the white briefs, and his cranberry red shirt askew over his
upper body, with the long tails splayed around his now sated penis, and
balls. The tie, however, was still mostly neatly knotted at his throat. The
whole ensemble now pretty much looked just like what it actually was, the
disarrayed clothing of a very handsome young lad that looked as if he had
just received the bow job is his young life, which he, in fact, had. I
giggled, and answered his question, saying,

   "Dunno, exactly....but I'm sorta thinking it might be the shirt...love the
color on you, actually...!"

   Bobby churned that for a few seconds, then, cracked up, as he mumbled,

    "I definitely need to go shopping for more cranberry red, then...!"

   As we shared the wickedness of the moment, the door to Bobby's bedroom
suddenly burst open, and in rushed the sweet little brother, Scotty. He
pushed at the door with his briefs clad little butt, and it swung closed,
as he stood there, blinking rapidly, as he assessed the likelihood of what
we had been up to, his small button nose sniffing sweetly at the lingering
aroma of recent sex in the room. His slender arms were burdened with
clothing, a pair of dark sweat pants, and a yellow tee shirt, it looked
like, and he was only wearing his small briefs. I let my eyes travel over
his slim frame, feeling my recent hunger stirring once more, as I savored
the smooth, slender boy, my gaze traversing the length of his hairless
legs, then lingering on the tempting bulges in the small briefs. He noticed
me looking, and a light blush crawled over his creamy cheeks, as he looked
at his brothers flaccid penis where it rested on his recently drained
balls, and he wrinkled up his small button nose, and squeaked,

   "No fair...jeez....you guys started with out me...jeez...!"

   I laughed, and opened my arms toward him, saying,

   "No way, champ....actually, you are right on time...come on over here,
dude...I had the cake, and now, I want the whipped cream that goes with
it..!"

   He grinned widely, as he opened his arms, and let the bundle of clothing
fall to the floor, then, quickly covered the small space between us,
skidding to a stop directly in front of my perch on the bed. I briefly
wondered at what Bobby's reaction might be to actually witnessing me
sucking off his little brother, then decided that I really didn't care all
that much, and reached for Scotty's briefs, quickly moving them down his
coltish legs, and exposing his very hard boy nail, and yummy little
scrotum. He giggled, as I gripped the rock hard pole, and stroked my
fingers over its glassy smoothness, and hefted his tight little sac in my
palm, as I smiled up at him, and said,

   "This is going to be a very rich dessert, but primarily protein, so it
won't be filling, just tasty..!"

   He glanced briefly at Bobby, the soft glow of excitement deepening in
his smooth cheeks, then, returned his wide eyed gaze back to watch, as I
leaned toward him, and slid his pretty young cock into my mouth.

   "Ohh jeez...!" he chirped, as I drooled over his turgid meat, and began
gliding my saliva filled mouth up and down his length, still fondling his
tight little scrotum as I sucked him.

   I could just see Bobby in my peripheral vision, and he was sternly
focused on his brother's penis moving in and out of my mouth mere inches
from his view. I saw his tongue slid out, and pass over his lips, and he
never blinked, or shifted his fixated stare, as I administered to his
younger brother, eager for a reprise of the tasty eruption I knew was
forthcoming. Scotty bucked his small hips in a fairly exact imitation of
his brothers earlier movements, and softly spewed forth a steady chant of
small moans, as his chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing, and in
what seemed like a very short time, he too rocked up onto his toes, and
grunted loudly, as his penis suddenly bucked in my mouth, and erupted in
strong, rapid pulses, spewing his slightly more watery ejaculate into my
mouth. I held his firm little ass in my hands as he continued his orgasm,
and I happily gulped down each of his warm, slippery offerings, until he
was spent, and, with a last shudder, he slipped from my now somewhat
bruised lips, and shrank to the floor next to his brother. The two traded
slightly sheepish little looks, then, broke into wide grins, as Scotty
looked up at me, his broad smile lighting up the room, and squeaked,

   "Oh wow, Josh....jeezo...you do that so good...man...awesome, for sure..!"

   I made a dramatic gesture of smacking my lips, as I chuckled, and
replied,

   "Well, it takes two, actually, but damn, hot-stuff...you always surprise
me how really yummy your whipped cream tastes...ummm, good..!"

   We all had a good laugh, and Bobby and I finished getting out of the
dinner clothing, although Bobby kiddingly threatened to never again remove
the cranberry shirt, given the apparent effect the color had on me. Naked,
the three of us crawled up on the bed, with me in the middle, and the two
brothers proceeded to make me crazy, as they combined their efforts to
attack my achingly stiff penis, and balls, Scotty happily applying his
recently discovered skills at sucking me, with Bobby moving in for the
occasional lick, or brief suck, between tormenting me with feather light
movements of his fingers over my chest, nipples, stomach, and inner thighs,
until I in turn exploded, jetting what felt like a massive load into young
Scotty's talented mouth as he eagerly gulped it down, leaving me a
quivering mass of nerve endings, and panting for breath.

   Fearing that we had been too long absent from the parents then, we
quickly shared a little group hug, then, got dressed in the casual
clothing, and headed back downstairs, the three of us far more comfortable
than when we had ascended, from both the far more wearer-friendly clothing,
and the incredible orgasms we each had enjoyed. I personally reveled in the
accomplishment of breaking the ice between the three of us, and greatly
looked forward to new opportunities to further explore that stunning
aspect, hopefully much sooner, rather than later. All in all, I decided, as
we joined the parents, it was definitely a thanksgiving to rejoice in, with
much for which to be truly thankful.

(To Be Continued)
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