Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 18:32:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: An Eventful Summer Part 7

Brian and Brett arrived laughingly asking if Chris had killed me. "Not
quite yet," he replied. He raised his upper body while talking to them but
his abdomen remained firmly atop my cock. "I think I am going to crush him
slowly. Grind his little ass into the sand. Force him to confess his evil
plans for the overthrow of the world!"

Brett and Brian sat next to us, as naked as we were naked. Brian finally
said to his straight friend, "Chris, do you want to have sex with James?"

I was shocked at Brian's question; Brett was too.

I was even more shocked when Chris replied, "God forgive me, Brian, but yes
I do."

An Eventful Summer Part 7

In our stunned silence, Chris continued, "But not for the reasons you may
think."

Brian spoke for all of us when he said, "I don't understand."

"Well, I can't expect you to without an explanation," Chris rose up onto
his knees still straddling my legs, he ran his hand over the scars on the
left side of his torso. "The shrapnel from the attack did more than leave
scars on my skin. Several of the pieces went deep into my body. These..."
he pointed at scars below his left pec, below his rib cage and to one a
couple of inches above and to the left of the base of his cock, "are
surgical scars from when they repaired the internal damage and removed the
pieces."

Chris paused, settled back, his ass resting on his heels and my legs, he
pointed at the scars above his cock, "The shrapnel that penetrated here did
a lot of damage to my plumbing and to some nerves. Some of that could not
be repaired." Another pause accompanied with a sigh. "That damage means I
cannot get erections anymore." Brett and I let out audible gasps. "Plus
some of the nerve damage means I have very little sensitivity in my cock
and balls anymore which means I don't... I can't get off by touching and
being touched. ... So back to your original question, Brian, I would like
to have sex with James but not in the way you mean." He looked down at me
and smiled, "Little buddy here has been staring at me almost constantly
since I arrived. And he has been popping erections whenever we're in the
same room. You can't image what that has done for my self-esteem and my
libido. Knowing I was still attractive enough to cause that sort of
reaction. Thank you, James." He touched the side of my face and I started
crying. Why I was crying I don't know but Chris seemed to know and he
caressed my face lovingly.

Brian and Chris got into a discussion of a medical nature I didn't
understand and didn't bother trying to follow. I stared at Chris studying
every inch of him as if trying to memorize him.

Brett broke into the conversation, "Aren't there devices you can use to get
an erection?"

"Yes, there are but for various reasons I chose not to use them. My
fiancˇ, Claire, and I ... well, we have reached an understanding. There
are issues in her past which make sexual intercourse repellent to her so we
have decided to not consummate our marriage in the usual fashion..."

"But, you have talked about kids..." Brian interjected.

"I still produce sperm I just can't ejaculate it. So we will have some
sperm extracted from my testicles and use it for artificial insemination."

Brett and I both cringed at the idea of extracting the sperm; it sounded
painful. Chris saw this and responded, "It will be painful but I really
want kids, so it is something I am willing to undergo." My admiration for
him grew.

Eventually we ran out of questions and Brett and Brian rose from the
sand. Chris began to shift his weight when I stopped him with a hand on his
chest. "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"James..." "Weren't you listening?" came from Brian and Brett.

"I heard everything and I don't think I am talking about sex. I'm not sure
what I'm talking about but I know I want Chris to spend the night with me."

Fortunately, Chris seemed to understand where I was coming from, he bent
over and kissed my forehead, "Yes, little buddy, if that is what you need,
we'll spend the night together."

Happy at the prospect, I playfully kicked Chris' ass and squirmed away from
under him. He got into the playful mood and chased me up to the house,
tickling me unmercifully when he caught me.

He was tickling so much I needed to pee. When I let him know he turned to
my cousins and asked, "Anyone want a drink?" Brett, Brian and I were
shocked at that question. "Oh, come on, I overheard you guys getting it on
this morning and it seems urine is part of it."

"You... you overheard us?" Brian managed to stammer.

"Yeah, I was passing just about the time James here started screwing
you. At least that's what I gathered from your reaction." We three recalled
Brian's startled cry. "I stuck around just to enjoy people being sexual."

"You're not ... well, put off by us ... uh, having sex within the family?"
Brian asked his friend.

"Hey, incest's not my thing but I don't judge. It seemed everyone was
willing and enjoying so, I figure, go for it."

"You are so cool," Brett said.

"Thanks..."

"Back off, Brett. He's mine," I proclaimed.

"Oh, really, you think so, do you?" Chris said before resuming his tickle
attack. Once again my bladder needed attention. This time Brett put his
mouth over my cock just as the flow started. Chris watched almost
clinically, "Interesting."

"You want to try?" Brian asked.

Chris laughed and shook his head, "No, thanks, I don't think so."

"Your loss." Brian joined his brother lapping up what spilled from Brett's
mouth.

The rest of the day we spent together, naked. When Uncle Max returned he
was disappointed at not getting a sexual greeting so Chris explained what
he had shared with us. In respect for Chris and his situation we spend the
evening in non-sexual pastimes as well. I spend as much time cuddled up to
Chris as possible, and he allowed it.

Bedtime came, and Chris joined me in my bed after our evening ablutions. I
was nervous not knowing what I wanted or what I expected. Chris, however,
pulled me close in a spoon-position and held me closely.

I, naturally, got an erection.

"Alright, apparently we have some business to deal with before sleep."
Chris said.

"It's alright, Chris. I know..."

"Now, little buddy, you shush and let me do this for you, okay?" He reached
for the lubricant on the bedside table.

"You're going to let me fuck you?" I asked wishfully.

"Not going to happen. At least not the way you mean." He squirted some lube
into his hand and smeared it just below his balls. "Ever hear of frottage?"

"No, I don't think so."

"It's a method of having intercourse without the risk of pregnancy or of a
girl losing her virginity. Practiced in a lot of countries in the Middle
East and Africa and other places. Now, get on top of me. Good. Put your
penis uh... cock, just below my balls. Okay. Now you can fuck as long and
as hard as you want."

Following his directions I put my cock between his thighs just below his
balls. It was tight and slippery. It got tighter when he squeezed his
thighs more tightly. I began fucking and it was great. I could feel his
balls on one side of my cock and his muscular thighs on two sides. It was a
good as, or even better, than some of the asses I had fucked that summer.
Well, that's probably because it was Chris.

"That's it, little buddy, fuck up a storm. Pound me hard." And I did.

I was getting close to blowing my load when Chris reached down, he was nine
inches taller than I, took my head between his hands and kissed me. At
first it was a chaste little kiss but soon his tongue was between my lips
exploring my every tooth. I was so turned on I erupted, moaning and
groaning at how great it felt.

Chris began touching every inch of my body he could reach, stroking,
caressing, driving me crazy. One hand covered my little ass, running up and
down the crack, brushing against my hole. That hand left my ass and went to
his mouth. He wetted one finger and returned it to my ass. The next thing I
knew his finger was slowly entering my ass. I was immediately hard again.

"That's it, little buddy, you keep fucking." As I did so his finger went
deeper and deeper. He found my prostate and massaged it vigorously making
me yelp and hump him harder. My second orgasm followed.

"That's two. Let's see how many times you can cum. Next time come on my
chest."

I scooted around kneeling over his torso. His finger never left my ass but
was joined by a second. He finger-fucked me with great energy. I was soon
hard again and on his instruction was jacking myself with an aim of coating
his chest. Surprisingly, my third orgasm followed soon after. He made me
lick him clean. I loved running my tongue over his hairy chest and spending
time on his sensitive nipples which made it his turn to moan in pleasure.

He finger-fucked me for no less than three and a half hours, by the bedside
clock, bringing me to climax no less than seven times. My favourite cum was
on his face which I again licked clean. My tongue ran along his unshaven
chin, the bristles tickling me. I even sucked on the tip of his nose while
he laughed. I was in heaven. I felt so empty when he withdrew his fingers
which I then sucked clean.

"So, little buddy, want to try for eight?"

"I can't even think of blowing another load. My balls are running on
empty."

Chris chuckled and gathered me close to his chest, "Thank you, little
buddy, I had fun. It was great seeing you have fun like that and I'm glad I
could help."

"No, thank you. Thank you for doing this with me to let me, help me, cum
like that. Seven times! I never dreamed I would cum seven times with you."

He kissed the side of my face and whispered, "Now sleep. And no more hard
ons for a while. My hand is tired."

"So is my butt. My cock My everything." I snuggled closer feeling warm and
content in the arms of the hero who granted me my wish in his own way.



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