Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 23:51:25 +0000
From: C M <bbuddy2010@live.com>
Subject: Behind My Brothers Back 2

'Behind My Brothers Back 2'

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No people were injured in the making of this story.

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For the next several days my room became my own private hell. Rolling
out of bed would remind me about the throb in my ass from taking all eight
inches. The nightstand by my bed was now missing a lamp, knocked over one
of the times I was being flipped over. Making my bed acutely reminded me of
being bent over the edge of it, alternating between biting and screaming
into my pillow.

Once out of bed I would take a moment to check myself out in the dresser
mirror. The bruises on my hips and thighs were quickly fading but when I
turned around and looked over my shoulder I could clearly still see a hand
print on my ass. The memory of the slap would send a surge to my dick. My
hand would reflexively reach down to fondle my junk and quickly stop, it
was still way too sore from all the times that I came.

My eye would catch sight on the smudge of clear lube on the edge of the
mirror and I would remember trying to grab onto something during a nasty
series of thrusts. Looking at myself in the eye and I would flash back to
the look on my face when I was getting pounded bent over the dresser. The
boy staring back at me has been glazed eyed. His red, puffy lips were wet
with saliva. His hair a sweaty mess. Looking a little past his own face he
could see a ripped, wide body slamming into him. The muscles were taunt and
sweaty. He could make out how his creamy ass cheeks would bounce and jiggle
from the firm connection with the man behind him. But he didn't look up at
the guys face. Oh, no. What little semblance of control he still had on his
sanity couldn't bear to raw look of lust in this beautiful eyes.

During my morning shower, with my mind free to roam, I would hear the
sounds in my head. I would blush in embarrassment at the sounds that I
made. I didn't sound like some female slut but sure didn't feel like the
man I was becoming. And I think my moans and pants got him hotter. When I
made a particularly loud yelp he would instantly zero in on the spot in my
ass that caused me to make it and punish it with the wide head of his
dick. And then there were his sounds. The heavy breathing, a low level
grunt he almost constantly emitted, and hard whispered words of
encouragement.

Fuck, I don't care how sore my dick is, how empty my balls were, I had to
jerk off. I adjust the position of the water spray and learn against the
shower wall. One hand travels all over my body, even the sore parts, while
the other takes hold of my rampant erection and starts stroking. My eyes
stay closed and I lose myself. I don't how long I teased myself but I
suddenly came aware of the bathroom door opening and someone stepping
in. The old me would have been embarrassed to caught jerking off and would
have stopped immediately. I was well past the old me. I kept my eyes closed
and my ass tightened around my invading fingers at the hope that it was
Jay.

"Morning, Bro," My brother's cheerful voice (fuck morning people) called
out to me, "gatta take a wicked piss and finish cleaning up before I head
out."

"No, problem," was all I could get out. I was sure I sounded completely out
of breath.

A strong stream can be heard hitting the water in the toilet. I open my
eyes and look over and am surprised on how much I can make out through the
semi-clear shower doors. He was wearing nothing but jeans and had his back
to me. I could see one hand where his junk was and the other hand propping
him up against the wall. I could see the tattoos on his arm and back and
can just make out the dark valley start of the crack of his amazing ass
peeking out from the top of his jeans.

I have no idea if he had looked in my direction when he first came in the
bathroom but I hoped he would look over before he left.

With a heavy sigh he put himself back together and made his way over to the
sink and continued with his morning ritual. I was a little disappointed at
first since it didn't looked like his head turned enough in my direction
then I realized that the mirror would provide the perfect coverage of my
spot in the shower. The shower glass made it too difficult to make out his
face and, more importantly, his eyes but I knew he had to be able to make
out my jerking arm. At one point I noticed that he stood completely still
at the sink. Did he finally notice or was he getting distracted? Either way
worked for me and I had to smile.

"Yeah," I thought to myself, "you aren't the only hot piece of ass around
here."

Once I was sure he knew what I was up to it didn't take long to get me to
the end. With a tight grunt I painted the shower glass with my love. During
the final event I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes closed. After catching
my breath and finally opening my eyes I noticed two things: I shot a
surprising amount of jizz on the shower glass and my brother was no longer
in the bathroom.

* * *

I was heading home one day when Josh caught up to me and started idle
conversation. I could tell something was still bothering him but I wasn't
going to push him. Mostly I just wanted to get home and soak in the
shower. He asked if anyone was home and I reassured him that we had at
least an hour or two before anyone would be home. The expressions crossed
his face quickly but I thought at least two of them looked like
disappointment and relief. After a bit he kind of invited himself over to
hang out.

About twenty minutes later we were walking through my front door. We drop
our stuff off in my room and I announced that I wanted to take a quick
shower to get the sweat of the day off myself but he wordlessly stopped me
with a hand on my arm. Confused, I let him lead me over to bed where he sat
me down. At first I figured we would do what we usually did and expected
him to remain standing and unzip his cargo shorts but he surprised me by
dropping to his knees between my spread legs. Without looking at me he
began to undo my shorts and work them down my legs. When his hands got back
up to my jock I was completely hard and tenting big time. He paused for
just a moment at my crotch then pulled my hard dick out from the side of
the pouch. Another pause and then slowly his tongue left his mouth and met
the underside of my dick. I may have moaned but I don't remember. I was in
a state of shock. With all our time together Josh had never
reciprocated. When his lips closed around the head of my dick I am pretty
sure I lost my mind.

I am must have been making interesting noises cause he eventually looked
up, my dick still in his mouth, and made eye contact with me. I almost
didn't recognize the big brown eyes staring back at me. There was a hunger
and wanting in them but I don't think it was just sexual. I only had a few
seconds to puzzle over it before he broke eye contact, turned his full
attention to my dick, and blew my mind away.

There I was, in just a t-shirt, jockstrap, and socks, with my slightly
taller dark haired buddy, fully dressed, between my legs working my dick
like a whore. Both his hands found purchase on my bare thighs to help
steady himself. He had obviously sucked at least one dick before me and had
I been in the right state of mind of could had figured out who. His shaggy
mop of black hair was flopping around and covered a good portion of his
face but I wanted to see it all. I grab a wade of it and tugged to the
side. His eyes were unfocused slits, his nostrils were flaring, and I could
see his cheeks puff out and hallow as my dick filled his mouth. When I
first pulled his hair aside I could see the red flush that colored his
face, neck, and shoulders, a sign that he was partly embarrassed to be
watched in this state but he never let up. He attacked my dick like he
needed it. Using full length strokes he worshiped my cock. And I like his
new religion.

After what felt like an eternity but was more like 10 minutes I felt the
familiar tingle that let me know I was about to lose it. I breathed his
name and his eyes found mine again. The crazed hunger in them told me he
wouldn't pull off and I didn't try to dissuade him. All too soon I felt
like my entire body emptied into his mouth and still he kept his
bobbing. My head had fallen back and my breathing was ragged and before I
knew what was happening I felt both his hands grab my head and his lips
pressed against mine.

On reflex I opened my mouth and felt his tongue, slippery with my load,
find mine in my mouth. We made out like the randy teenagers we were, my
load between us. While in full lip lock my hands made their way down to his
shorts, I was eager to return the favor, only to find he beat me to it. The
front were wet from where he shot his load. I must have been too lost in my
own world from his awesome BJ to notice he had shot his load as well. I
didn't remember either of his hands leaving my thighs while he was giving
me head. When we parted I took a minute to grab my breath and look at
him. He stood up straight, looking down at me with glazed eyes. His shirt
was soaked with sweat, his cargo shorts soaked in cum at the crotch, and
lips red and puffy.

I was just getting ready ask how he came when he spun around, grabbed his
stuff, and hurried to the bathroom. I figured I would ask him when he got
out but after cleaning up at the sink he bolted for the front door and was
gone.

Still in a slight daze, enjoying the taste of my own cum in my mouth, I
realized he never said a word while he were in the house.

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A over a week had gone by since my time with Jay. I didn't get to see much
of him or my brother. Mostly I wasn't sure how to act around either of them
and partly cause their work schedules had shifted around. Josh and I were
apparently back on talking terms. He and I had broken off one of our study
sessions in the library to suck each other off in the bathroom stall. When
each of us popped off in the other's mouth we traded it in a kiss. He was
cool as long as we didn't talk about what we did. I was perfectly fine with
that, to each his own.

Sometimes at night I would hear the familiar sounds of sex drifting over
from my brother's room. As much as they fucked each session always sounded
a bit different. I often wondered what they looked like when they fucked
and I almost always jerked off when I heard them. On more than one occasion
I had given serious though into hiding a web-cam in their room.

One evening I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, minding my own
business I should add, when I heard someone come home while I was pissing
and didn't think anything of it. I moved on to brushing my teeth. When I
was done I had bent done to spit out the rinse and was standing back up to
find Jay standing behind me. I am not a jumpy person but the son of a bitch
almost got me.

"Hey, pup, haven't seen you in a bit," he said teasingly. It occurred to me
then that I had no idea if he had a pet name for my brother.

"Um, yeah." I know, I am freakin' poet.

He placed his hand on my back soothingly and we continued to look at each
other through the reflection in the mirror. I was actually a few inches
taller than him but he was a lot wider than me. He was almost completely
behind me but I could make out his powerful arms and shoulders.

"I miss you." His hand drifts lower. "I miss this," as he cups my ass. I am
wearing just pajama bottoms and the heat of him behind me, the heat on my
ass, makes me feel completely naked. My dick, which isn't trapped in any
kind of underwear for a change, begins to harden and press against the
bathroom counter. My nipples become hard points. My ass pushes back lightly
on his hands.

"Now?" is all I can ask. I am having a hard time getting my voice to work.

"No, not now," his voice his low but still teasing. The evil glint is in
his eye again. Or did it ever leave? "But I got something for you, pup."

I look confused then realize he was holding something in his hands but
couldn't tell with them behind me. The hand cupping my ass is moved up
again and when its slides down to my ass once more it does so under my
pajama pants. The fire is there again, where he touches me. I start to
breath harder. His middle finger slowly trails over my hole. My ass backs
up on his hand more insistently and his smirk widens into an evil
smile. With one hand his lowers the pajama pants to just under my ass
cheeks. Memories of what Sean and Jay have done to my ass before flash
through my head. There is some fumbling behind me. I expect and hope to
hear a zipper but instead he is doing something with whatever he has behind
me. I want to turn around but something tells me to stay put. Or maybe I am
hoping by keeping my ass to him I can entice him with it. Now I hear a
weird sound and it takes me a minute to recognize it as lube. My breath
quickens again. We never break eye contact.

'If not now then what are we going to do,' I wonder.

His fingers find my hole again and a little lube is applied. I try to back
up on them but he quickly pulls out and slaps one of my ass cheeks. My
whole face and chest burn with a blush. I am not embarrassed for wanting
his fingers but because I am embarrassed on how much more turned on the
slap made me. I want him to do it again but don't know how to ask for it.

At first I thought his finger is back but quickly realize it is something
else. There is some prodding, some pushing, and it begins it's journey
inward. It gets wide the deeper it goes and soon it becomes a bit
uncomfortable. I bite my lip and whine like a puppy but he keeps up the
pressure. Pretty soon I am sure it is about as thick as he is but since I
haven't had anything back there in a bit I am resisting. He notices and
starts to slowly back it out then quickly pops it all the way in when my
muscle relaxes.

I realize it wasn't a dildo but a buttplug. I am panting with the effort of
adjusting to the fullness but that doesn't deter Jay. With a firm grip on
the guard sticking out of me he begins making rapid little thrusts in my
ass. I my panting and whining which quickly escalates into moaning and
grunting. Soon his free hand pushes my head sideways into the mirror, I
bend over the counter a bit more, and he angles the toy against my
button. It was so intense there was no build up I am suddenly losing my
load into my pajama bottoms. With a final push he makes sure the plug is
seated firmly, gives me one last slap on the ass, and leaves me alone in
the bathroom to collect myself.

It takes me a minute to get myself sorted and on shaky legs I hobble to my
bedroom. I had never had a toy in me before and it felt weird. I get to my
room and close the door behind me just as I hear my brother get home. I
could just barely make out some of what they were saying in the living
room. I could hear my brother ask about me and Jay reassuring him that I
had turned in early and was already asleep when he had gotten home.

There was some shuffling and moaning and I realized they were going to get
it on in the living room. I plopped down on my bed and fingered my wet
cock, which had never gone completely soft, as I listened to the
action. The sound didn't carry over as well as in their bedroom but I also
suppose my brother didn't care for being as exposed in the living room so
he kept it down. For the most part Jay was pretty quiet, which is to say
still louder than the average guy.

Most of the words were whispered but some of what Jay was saying carried
over clearly. I took me a minute or two to realize he wanted me to hear
certain parts. Mostly they were the parts dealing positioning and it
occurred to me he wanted me to know my brother's back would be to the
hallway and my door. Did he want me watching? More importantly did I want
to watch? Oh sweet baby Jesus yes.

Quiet as a church mouse, and twice as innocent, I crept back to my bedroom
door and very slowly opened it. A few light steps down the hall and I was
peeking into the living room. Yeah, Jay definitely wanted an
audience. There they both were, naked, my brother between his legs bobbing
his head on Jay's pole.

I drank in the entire scene and realized several interesting
things. Starting from up top I noticed Jay was looking straight at me, the
trademark cocky smirk on his face. My gazed traveled lower to his beautiful
pecs and arms. To his hands holding my brothers head, directing him up and
down his cock. My brother keeps his dirty blond hair cut real short, almost
military style so there wasn't much to grab on to but Jay liked to
direct. I could feel the ghost of his hands on my own head so many days
ago.

From my brothers head I moved down to the rest of him. He was sort of on
his hands and knees. I could see the muscular back with it's beautiful
tattoos. I would have seen his nicely trimmed ball sack hanging between his
beautiful spread legs but my eyes locked in on the black object jutting
from his milky white ass. My entire ass clenched up tight around my own
invader as I recognized what was still shoved up my ass was also up my
brothers. Most of the living room lights were on and between that and his
dark tan his smooth ass cheeks seemed to glow. I was mesmerized.

Keeping his hands on my brothers head to make sure he didn't turn and see
me Jay pulled him up and off his dick to begin making out with him
again. One of his hands traveled around to my brothers back and down to his
ass and then to the plug. Once he had a firm grip on the handle he made the
rapid short strokes, just like he did to mine. My ass was now rapidly
clenching around my toy. I became less concerned with being caught and more
concerned with getting off. I lowered my pajama bottoms again and cleared
my dick, took hold of it, and began jerking off watching the action play
out.

In between making out Jay had peeked over at me and he smiled when he saw
the lust in my eyes. He got up and forced my brothers head into the
cushions of the couch and in a very serious voice told him to keep his head
down. I knew that voice. I knew my brothers head would stay down. Dicking
leading the way Jay made his way around my brother and played with the plug
a bit more before popping in out. Then he was down on his knees behind my
Big Bro munching on his hole. My brother made such beautiful sounds into
the couch cushions. I had to check my jerking so I wouldn't pop too soon
but with the plug pressing on my nut and the live sex show it was a miracle
I lasted more than a second. I think I know why he made me cum in the
bathroom before.

Occasionally he would pull his face out of my brothers beautiful ass checks
and drop some spit on his dick. About the fourth or fifth time he did that
he moved in close and shoved his solid dick in my brothers ass. I think my
brother forgot he was trying to keep quiet or he just stop caring cause he
lifted his head out of the cushion and let out a loud yell. Jay slap caught
him on the side of his face and my brother quickly pushed his face back
into the cushions. The sound of the slap was sharp and it pushed me over
the edge. Choking back my own moans I launched 6 volleys of cum onto the
hardwood floor a few feet in front of me. When my vision cleared Jay was in
full fuck rhythm inside my brother. His broad back was beautiful to watch
at work. My dick still didn't go soft and it got rock hard when I realized
that this is what it looked like when I was bent over my bed.

I would watch another 10 minutes and shoot another load on the floor, only
4 spurts this time, before quietly slipping back into my bedroom and
hitting bed. The front of my pajamas were still a sticky mess and the I
left the plug in my ass. Sleep came to me quickly and my last conscious
thought was I had left my load on the floor and hadn't cleaned it up.

* * *

The next morning was a Saturday. I didn't have to be up early but the feel
of a good sized buttplug being slowly slipped from your ass tends to work
better than any alarm clock. I groaned loudly into my pillow and the thick
part cleared my ring and sighed as the rest slipped out. I was about to
pull my head out when I felt a strong hand push my head back into the
pillow. The events of the previous night flooded back to me and I instantly
went into full heat. The head of his lubed dick barely touched my whole
before I backed up full on it. My ass was on automatic as it tighten around
the thick tube of flesh and began to ride back on it.

I could have tell he wasn't prepared for that kind of welcome party but he
quickly recovered and feel into stride with me. Using full strokes my ass
was being ridden hard.

"You should have stayed the entire night, pup"

It was not Jay's voice.

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