Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:03:45 +0200
From: God of the Gaps <godofthegaps@googlemail.com>
Subject: My Big Bro Shiloh (WS)

	I learned everything I know from my big brother, Shiloh. He's so
cool, with ice-blue eyes and thick eyebrows that almost meet in the
middle and longish dark brown hair that last year he put into dreadlocks.
He's got scruffy little sideburns and he doesn't shave the rest of his face
that often, so it's always a bit scratchy and stubbly. He was 19 last year,
when it all started, and I was 14. I guess if you looked at us you could tell
we were brothers, by our dark hair and blue eyes, but it was like we were
on opposite sides of a great canyon; he was about 6 feet tall and I was
growing fast but still half a foot shorter than him. We were both skinny
but his shoulders were broad and there was a bit of hair on his chest and a
line leading down to his belly that I didn't have, and he had thick-
fingered rough hands, because he liked rock-climbing a lot.
	We shared the attic of our parents' house, which mostly had a wall
dividing it, with a wide opening between our "rooms" that was too big for
a door, so Shiloh had just put a tapestry across it. The point is we got
used to the noises the other one made, because we had to.
	I knew when he was jacking off. I don't know why I started but
one time I heard him pulling his meat and I decided to sneak over to the
curtain. I pushed it aside just a little and peeked through. He didn't notice
me that time as I watched him stroking it and shooting his load. I was just
curious, I thought, but when I looked down I noticed my own dick was
hard. I still didn't know what it meant, though.
	I watched him a few times, and always dropped the curtain right
after he came, and he never noticed me, because he always jacked off
with his eyes closed, and only opened them when it was time to clean
himself up, which he used a t-shirt for. Once, when he went downstairs to
the bathroom afterwards, I snuck into his room and picked it up, sniffing
it, and then before I knew what I was doing, I extended my tongue and
gave the sticky mess a lick. It was warm and thick and a little salty. Then
I heard him coming back upstairs and I ran back to my part of the attic
and tried to hide my hard-on.
	Then came the night when he opened his eyes. I don't know if I
made some noise, but he was laying on his bed, his head propped up on
pillows, and jacking his nice thick cock with its big mushroom head, his
hairy balls bouncing up and down. Then, just as they drew up tight
against his body and he squirted his thick white load all over his dark
bush and furry belly, he opened his eyes, and saw me watching him. I
saw the look of surprise on his face, even as his orgasm hit him. I darted
back into my room and lay in my bed, my heart pounding, but he didn't
come out, and didn't say anything. Two days passed, and the whole time
I was terrified of what he was thinking, but he didn't bring it up and
neither did I.
	Then on the third nightJuly 23, it was, I remember, 9pmhe
called my name. "Seth?" he said.
	"What?" I asked, through the curtain.
	"Come here," he told me.
	My heart in my throat, I stood up and walked into his side of the
room. He was sitting on the bed, his back against the wall and at first I
was disappointed that he was fully clothed. He patted the bed next to him,
inviting me to sit, so I did. I noticed the dark hairs on his forearms, and
the way his nails were cut really short on his fingers and his toes, which
also hard dark curls of hair on them.
	Suddenly, I noticed that he was fondling his crotch, and under his
pants was a thick hard-on. My heart pounded.
	"Wanna watch?" he whispered, and with a shock I noticed he was
as nervous as I was. I nodded and then he slowly unzipped his fly. He
wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see the thick shaft of his dick
through it. It was already so hard, he had trouble pulling it out, but after a
second he managed, and it poked straight up, the big shiny head
throbbing. He reached into his fly and pulled out his heavy balls so they
lay against his shorts, with a slight yeasty smell that hit my nose and
made me even harder.
	He started to jack. This time he didn't close his eyes. He just
looked at me, those icy blue eyes drilling into mine. I found myself
sliding over inch by inch until I was right next to him, and I just about
exploded when he slid his right arm around my shoulders and gave me a
squeeze, still jacking with his left arm. I could smell him now too, and he
smelled sweet and salty and sour and just something I could only call
man. It excited me.
	I sat perfectly still and watched him watching me and jacking off
and when he started to come, he moaned and suddenly shot his load. This
time instead of just spurting onto his pubes and belly, it squirted far, over
his shoulder, and hit the wall, and his arm around me squeezed me hard.
	Then Shiloh shocked me by leaning over and kissing me, thrusting
his tongue into my mouth, his lips sucking at mine, his stubbly face
scratching mine.
	Suddenly he seemed to come back to himself and pulled away.
"Whoa," he said. "That was weird."
	I nodded. He seemed a bit freaked out, so I added, "But I liked it.
A lot."
	He raised his eyebrows. "You did?"
	I nodded, and he just looked at me, then looked away, searching
for the T-shirt he used as a cum-rag. "Let me clean it up," I suggested,
and used the T-shirt to mop up the cum on his chest, belly, and on the
wall. His dick, even through the T-shirt, felt fire-hot, and he watched me
bemused, as I milked it a little, just like he usually did, to squeeze out the
last few drops. Then, because I couldn't help myself, I lifted the T-shirt to
my face and gave it another little lick, right in front of him.
	"You like that?" he asked, curious. When I nodded, he said,
"Interesting."
	I went to bed after that, and jacked off three times. My dick was a
lot smaller than Shiloh's, or thinner at least, and my pubes weren't as
grown in. I didn't have bushy armpit hair like he did, or any hair on my
face or belly yet. But I liked that. The thought of our bodies next to each
other made me so turned on!
	We didn't talk about it at all, but the next night when Shiloh called
me, I was ready. I went right in, not bothering to hide the hard-on in my
pants. He was standing against the wall, and his hand was on his crotch,
fondling his dick through his jeans. As I entered, he pulled it out, and his
balls, and it stuck straight up, pointing towards his face.
	I went over and stood in front of him, staring at his cock. "Want to
touch it?" he asked and of course I nodded. He nodded, too, towards his
dick, giving me permission, and I reached out and wrapped my hand
around it. It felt huge in my hand, compared to my own dick, and blazing
hot, and I almost jumped when it twitched in my grip. I started to stroke
it, but after a minute, he shook his head.
	"Put some spit on it," he commanded.
	I think he thought I'd spit on my hand and then jack him but before
either of us knew what I was up to I leaned down and licked it, and then
wrapped my lips around it.
	"Oh god!" he gasped, and my own dick throbbed in my pants.
	His hands flew to my hair and pressed it gently down, as if to
encourage me to continue. I didn't need much encouragement. It felt so
amazing, to have his dick in my mouth, that suddenly I was on my knees
and sucking on it. I didn't know what to do at first, other than just suck,
but gradually his hands started pushing down on my head and then
moving it up and down on his cock.
	He was very gentle at first, not pushing too far, but I could tell
when it felt most good by his groans, which were getting so loud I was
almost worried our parents would hear. He liked it when it went in deep,
so I started pushing my own head down on it, feeling his big cock head
filling up my throat.
	Then suddenly he had an iron grip on my head and started thrusted
wildly into my throat and groaning loudly, saying, "Seth, oh fuck Seth
I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" And then he did cum, and I felt it hit the
back of my throat with surprising force, and then fill my mouth with salty
thick jizz. At the same time all of a sudden I shot my own load, my dick
squirting and twitching inside my boxers. I wasn't even touching my own
dick, that's how turned on I was!
	I swallowed reflexively and kept sucking while his whole body
jerked and his hands fluttered weakly at my hair and I would've kept
sucking until he finally moaned and pushed my mouth off his dick.
	"Holy shit," he said. "That was amazing. But no more.."
	"But I want more," I said, but he shook his head, and I retreated to
my room.
	The next night I was waiting for him in his room, on my knees
with my back to the wall.
	"Holy shit Seth, you read my mind. I've been so horny all day,
thinking about what we did.."
	"Me too," I told him.
	"I thought maybe I hurt you, or something, I didn't mean to fuck
your face like that, I just couldn't stop myself."
	"No," I interrupted. "I liked it."
	He paused and considered this. "Can you..handle some more?"
	I grinned. "As much as you can give me, I think," I said.
	Also grinning, he stepped up to me and unzipped his pants. He was
sweaty, and I could smell his crotch really strongly, but it wasn't gross. It
was just manly and sexy. His dick was already getting hard, springing out
of his fly on its own and I reached out and tugged it, forcing him to step
closer and stick it in my mouth.
	It didn't take him long to cum, leaning on the wall behind me and
thrusting his crotch into my face, so hard his hair balls slapped against
my chin. "Oh man, Seth, that feels so good. Amazing!"
	When he shot his load I reached out and pushed against his butt,
forcing him to shove his dick deep down my throat, so my nose was
crushed up against his thick bush while he squirted and squirted, giving
little tiny thrusts and moaning.
	After that he tried to pull away, dragging his dick out of my mouth,
but I held onto his butt, and used my tongue to start licking his sweaty,
salty balls. "More," I begged.
	His half-hard dick gave a little twitch, and I took it as
encouragement, and started sucking on it again, going nice and slow. At
first he tried to pull away because it was too sensitive, but I held him
there and after a minute he started very, very slowly sliding his hardening
cock in and out of my throat.
	"Take your dick out," he commanded. "I wanna see you jack while
you suck me."
	I reached down and pulled out my own hard cock, but I could
barely stroke it. I was afraid I would shoot right away if I did. It took him
longer to cum again this time, and when he did his whole body shivered
against mine as he squirted down my throat, and I shot my own load all
over his bare feet.
	After he was done, he looked down at his feet. There were blobs of
cum in the dark brown hair there, and one on the cuff of his jeans. "Hey,
clean that off!" he said, and even though I knew he meant with the T-
shirt, I leaned down and licked his feet and the cuff of his jeans clean,
while he stood there looking at me strangely.
	"You're weird," he told me, at last, and I nodded. "But I like it," he
added, with a grin. He shook his head, and then announced, "Be right
back, I've got to piss."
	He started to button up, but I said, "Why don't you do it up here?"
I knew he had a bottle he used sometimes when he was too lazy to go
downstairs. He shrugged and went over to the empty bottle, his dick still
hanging out. Unable to stop myself, I followed him. He glanced at me as
he pointed his dick at the bottle, then shrugged and started to piss.
	Again, I didn't know what I was doing until I did it. I just reached
out my fingers into the stream and felt it, warm and vigorous, splashing
against them. He immediately stopped peeing.
	"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, and without thinking I
just thrust my wet fingers into my mouth, tasting the salty mild taste of
his clear piss.
	"I wanted to see what it tasted like," I told him.
	"You like my piss?" he asked, incredulous.
	I shrugged. "I like everything about you," I told him. "When you
kissed me.. your jizz, the way you smell. I liked licking your feet. I
know it's weird, but I can't help it."
	He considered this. "Holy shit this is way weird," he said.
	"I know," I said, feeling on the verge of tears, worried that I'd
pushed it too far, that he would decide we should stop.
	"You like my piss," he repeated.
	I nodded helplessly.
	"I don't get it, but.." He nodded towards his dick. "Do whatever
you want, man. After a blowjob like that--two times!--I can't say no to
you."
	He started to piss again and suddenly I knelt beside him. His piss
stopped.
	"What are you doing" he demanded.
	"You said I could do what I want," I said. "This is what I want.
Don't stop pissing!"
	His eyes widened, those beautiful blue eyes, and then he closed
them, pointing his face towards the ceiling. After a minute, his piss
started flowing again.
	I leaned forward, flicking my tongue into the stream, and then
suddenly I wrapped my lips around his thick head, and swallowed.
	He stopped. "Whoa!"
	"Don't stop," I told him. "This is what I want." I wrapped my lips
around his dick again and looked up at his face. His eyes looked into
mine, as if trying to read where all this was coming from. Then they
flicked down to my cock, which was hard again, and sticking straight up.
He looked into my eyes some more, and there was love and kindness in
his eyes as he suddenly started peeing again.
	I drank it all, sucking gently at it as he released his stream and by
the time he was finished he was half-hard again. I started sucking his dick
in earnest, then, but he pulled my mouth off his dick. I looked at him
questioningly, but all he said was, "Later."
	He put down the bottle and then headed towards his bed. After a
couple steps, he said, "Coming?"
	I followed him to bed.
	It was tight, the two of us in his twin bed, but I liked that. He
wrapped his arms and legs around me, and my face snuggled into his
neck, feeling his scratchy chin on my forehead. "You like that?" he
asked.
	"So much," I declared.
	"Good."
	After a while he fell asleep. I couldn't, though. I was too excited,
and I found my hands wandering over his body. His legs were hairy, and
his ass, I discovered, was too, with hair covering both cheeks and
especially the crack. He slept on, oblivious and I inched down until my
nose was level with his armpit and I stuck it right in, drinking in his
amazing scent, feeling my dick bobbing up and down, up and down,
drunk on it.
	He stirred then, squeezing me and shoving my face deeper into his
pit, so that every breath was colored entirely by his scent, holding me
there. It was ecstasy. I froze and just inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled,
wriggling a little against the strong warm constraints of his arms and
hairy legs wrapped around me, unbelievably turned on, his musky scent
penetrating my brain, until before I knew it, I was shooting my load all
over his leg.
	He stirred then, but didn't wake up, rolling over onto his back, his
grip on me slackening. I squirmed around until my face was close enough
to lap up the mess I made, which I did as quietly as I could. Then I got up
and went downstairs to the bathroom, because I had to pee.
	When I came back, I wasn't sure if I should go back to his bed, or
go to mine, so I just peeked in at him. He'd rolled over onto his belly, and
had no blankets on. My eyes were glued to his dark hairy ass and I found
myself going over to it and stroking it.
	His cock was sticking out between his legs, pushing against his
balls, squashed against the bed, and he squirmed a little as I stroked his
ass, and my fingers rubbed into the hairy crack. It looked like his cock
was getting longer and harder and I wasn't sure if he was asleep or
awake, though his eyes were closed. I leaned forward and sniffed at his
crack. It smelled sweaty and manly but not dirty, not like shit or anything
like that. I licked at the top of it, loving the feel of his hairy crack against
my tongue, and then, when he groaned, I let my tongue slide down it a
bit, then a bit further until I surprised even myself by letting the tip just
give his asshole a little lick.
	He moaned and wriggled, and his cock was definitely rock hard
now. I did it again and he thrust his ass a little upwards. I let my tongue
push against it, feeling his hairy ass cheeks pressing on mine as my whole
face ventured into his crack.
	His hand reached around then and pushed on my face, shoving me
further into his crack, and I responded by pushing my tongue deep into
his hole. That drove him wild, so I did it some more, and he thrust his ass
up and down against my face, holding me there with his hand.
	"Like that?" he moaned, again and again into his pillow, and I
moaned too, into his ass, to tell him that I did, very much.
	Suddenly he pushed my head back and sat up on his knees, then
grabbed me again and shoved me down on his bed, on my back. Then he
straddled me, his balls brushing my nose. I reached up and licked them,
but then he scooted forward and sat down on my face, so that his balls
were covering my eyes and his hole was positioned over my mouth. He
bounced up and down there, so that I could barely breathe, and each
breath smelled like his balls and sperm. He groaned as he bounced there
and then suddenly he shot his load all over my face.
	"Whoa!" he gasped. Then he flopped over onto his side, next to
me, leaning on one elbow, and looked at my face. "I made a mess," he
said.
	"That was hot," I told him.
	He nodded. "Weird, but hot." He reached forward with his left
hand and scooped up a bit of his jizz off my forehead, feeling it. I reached
up and wrapped my mouth around his fingers, sucking them clean, loving
the feel of them in my mouth, and groaning loudly. He looked down at
my bobbing cock. "You like that, too, bro?" he asked, and I responded by
pushing his fingers deep into my mouth.
	Gently, he started fucking my face with his fingers, scooping up
cum and then thrusting all four into my mouth as deep as they would go,
all the while looking into my eyes.
	I shot. I couldn't help it. His thick, hairy fingers in my mouth,
covered in his jizz. It was too hot.
	He scooped up my cum and fed that to me, too. Then he kissed me,
with our cum mixing in our mouths, his tongue thrusting in and out. At
one point he pulled back, his face hovering over mine, and let his spit
drool down into my eager, open mouth.
	Finally we both fell asleep like that, lying on our sides facing each
other, looking into each others' eyes, kissing. Just before I slept, I
remember whispering, "I love you." In response, Shiloh squeezed me
tight, holding me close.
	Waking up next to him, my nose filled with his scent, was like a
dream itself. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that his arm was still
around me, his leg draped over mine, his face scratching my forehead.
	We did all that a lot more the next few weeks. Shiloh loved getting
his dick sucked, a lot, and he started just whipping it out whenever he
could, and encouraging me to take care of him. Once we did it in the
bathroom stall at the local fast food place. It was short and quick and hot,
and another time we spent a few hours by the local swimming hole,
alternately swimming and fooling around, with him at one point pissing
off a rock above me so it rained down on me. The piss thing in particular
became kind of a hot joke between us, so that sometimes when Shiloh
had to pee he'd just mention it in case I wanted some. I usually did. I
couldn't get enough of him.
	We slept together a lot too. I think he liked having me curled
against his body as much as I liked being there, and he liked torturing me
sweetly by pinning me beneath him, my nose wedged into his pits, which
he deliberately didn't wash as well as he might have.
	One night, after we'd both gotten off twice, I was curled into him,
my back to his chest, with his arm draped over me and his lips kissing the
back of my neck. His other arm was beneath me and he was lazily
thrusting his fingers into my mouth, rubbing my lips, and he said, so
quietly I wasn't completely sure what I heard: "I love you, too."
	As he said it, I also felt his dick stir against my ass, and he very
slowly began thrusting it between my legs. It was damp with precum
already, and our previous activities, so it slid easily between my thighs,
which I clenched as he rocked against me, his body sweaty and hot, his
teeth biting the back of my neck gently.
	Gradually, I shifted so that his cock started sliding up and down
my crack. I moaned every time that big head rubbed against my asshole.
"You want me to go in?" he asked quietly. "Really?"
	I nodded, his fingers in my mouth so I couldn't exactly tell him
how much I wanted it.
	Slowly he shifted too, so that his big head was pointing right at my
hole, and he bobbed gently back and forth against it, his precum
gradually lubing me up. He did that for a really long time, while my
excitement grew and grew and his fingers thrust more quickly into my
mouth, and finally I couldn't stand it any longer.
	I pushed back, hard, and felt his big mushroom head pop into me.
It hurt, really bad, for just a second, and he froze, feeling me tense up.
"Want me to pull it out?" he asked.
	"No way," I told him.
	"Here," he said, presenting me with the heel of his hand. "Bite
down on this if it hurts." I did, and he slowly pushed in further. I bit, but
not that hard, because it didn't hurt that bad. Mostly, it felt amazing.
	"Whoa dude, I don't think I'll last long," he said. "This feels
incredible."
	"I don't care," I said. "Just promise me we can do it again, and
again.."
	"Deal," he said, and I could feel his grin on the back of my neck.
	Then he started pumping me in earnest, and he was right, he didn't
last long. Only a few minutes later, I heard him groan and felt his cock
throbbing inside me as he squirted me full of his load.
	"Stay there," I commanded, when he was finished, and I pushed
my ass right up against his pubes to keep his dick from sliding out.
	We lay like that for a while, his hand running lightly over my
body, gently touching my nipples, and even brushing my cock and balls. I
realized with a start that he'd barely ever touched them before, except
really by accident.
	I think he realized it, too, and his fingers began to linger there,
exploring me, fondling my balls, squeezing my cock, tugging on my
pubes. And while he did that, I felt his dick thickening and growing hard
inside me again. "Whoa," he whispered.
	"Fuck me again," I told him.
	He did, harder this time, and when he came, I came too.
	We continued like that for the whole summer, and when it came
time for Shiloh to go off to college, he didn't want to. We both knew he
would go--there was no way to explain him staying, and no good reason.
	"You'll come visit me, and when I come home for holidays, we'll
barely leave the bed," he promised. It wasn't enough, but it would have to
do.
	I spent the weeks after he left falling asleep with a smelly t-shirt he
left me draped across my face, my eyes shut tight, trying to pretend he
was there, holding me tight. I didn't get a chance to visit him at school
before Thanksgiving break, but I was waiting for him when he got home.
I was so excited my heart was pounding like mad and I had to wear really
tight underwear to keep my boner from poking out in front of my whole
family.
	My stomach dropped when I saw him though. He looked as
beautiful as ever, maybe even more beautiful than I remembered, with his
beard grown out just a little. The problem was, he wasn't alone.
	"This is Jonah," he said, introducing his friend. "He's my
roommate at school."
	I felt my blood curdle with jealousy. Jonah was handsome and tall,
with mischievous eyes slightly angled in his face, strong cheekbones and
big nose. He had hair so blond that it was almost white, which stood out
in sharp contrast to his very tan skin, on his arms and legs, and his
eyebrows and floppy surfer hair.
	I tried to act normal but I was insanely jealous, and could barely
look at my brother. Jonah, however, was friendly, and when he was
introduced to me, he gave me a knowing grin and a wink.
	We had the usual family stuff to endure, but I could barely be a
part of it. I was burning to get away from them, to stew in my own misery
and loneliness. All this time I'd been missing Shiloh and waiting for him,
and he'd been off having fun at school with this Jonah fellow.
	After dinner, I stormed upstairs and I lay on my bed and cried.
	Jonah and Shiloh didn't come up until some time later, and I sat on
my bed with my back to the wall as they came in, pretending to read a
book.
	As soon as they were inside, Shiloh rushed forward and swept me
into his arms, planting his mouth on mine. He could tell something was
wrong, though, because I couldn't relax. I was too jealous, and besides,
Jonah was standing right there, watching us.
	"Hey Seth, I missed you every day."
	"It doesn't look like it," I snapped, knowing I sounded like a kid,
but I couldn't help what I was feeling.
	"Hey, hey, you're jealous!" accused Shiloh, sounding surprised. I
couldn't deny it, so he said, "Don't be. I told Jonah from the beginning
about you. I said you'd always be number one to me. I mean, you're my
brother."
	This made sense to me, and made me feel a little better.
	"What's he doing here?" I demanded, knowing I was being rude,
but I didn't care.
	"I thought you'd like to meet him. He certainly wanted to meet
you."
	"He's even cuter than you said, Shiloh," said Jonah, his voice deep.
	"I know, isn't he?" agreed Shiloh, ruffling my hair.
	I was still getting frustrated. "What's he doing here?" I asked
again. I wanted Shiloh all to myself.
	"What do you think?" asked Shiloh. "He's here to help me fuck
you silly. If you'll let him."
	Jonah looked at me, his brown eyes twinkling, and I looked at him
again. I tried to see him as a kind of gift my brother was giving me,
giving us, instead of someone who might take Shiloh away from me.
	He was handsome, with that really cute smile and that deep, deep
voice, and there was something about that blond hair against his dark skin
that was really sexy. And there was a nice bulge to his crotch.
	Jonah must have seen my eyes wandering there, because his hand
came down and fondled himself. I couldn't look away, suddenly, and
Shiloh's arm around my shoulder gave me a squeeze.
	He must have told Jonah what I liked, because Jonah slowly
unzipped his zipper and reached inside. It suddenly felt like Christmas,
and Jonah was unwrapping my present.
	As he pulled his long dick out of his fly, I had another surprise:
Jonah was uncircumcised. His dick, longer than Shiloh's or mine, had
another inch of foreskin dribbling down past the head. Suddenly, I
wanted nothing more than to see what that would taste like.
	Shiloh knew me too well. "Go on," he said. "I already told Jonah
how good you are at giving head. Now you show him."
	I did. I knelt before Jonah, feeling oddly shy, as he stood there
calmly, looking down at me with his hands behind his back. His dick
though, had started to rise. I leaned forward and gave it a lick, and then I
used my teeth to gently chew on his foreskin. "That's right," he said.
	I slid my tongue under the foreskin, sliding it all over the head of
his dick, which was getting harder and straighter and even longer than it
was soft.
	"This one's gonna be more of a challenge than mine," Shiloh told
me, and I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me
forward into Jonah's crotch.
	I felt his dick hit my throat and for a second I almost gagged, then
he pushed it a little further, right to where Shiloh's dick could reach when
it was all the way down. My nose wasn't even down to his crotch. I
started to back off, but then Shiloh's hand was there again, gently
pushing me further. Closing my eyes, I let it slide all the way down my
throat, until my nose was pressed into those white-blonde pubes.
	Shiloh held me there until my eyes started to water, and then he
pulled my hair back.
	"How's that, Jonah?" he asked.
	"Fucking awesome," Jonah said, and I could feel his deep voice
vibrating through his now rock-hard cock.
	Shiloh pushed me down on it again, slowly but firmly, then pulled
my hair until I backed off of it. He did this over and over, while Jonah
stood there letting Shiloh use my face as a fuck toy on his dick.
	"I'm getting close," he warned us, after a while.
	"That's alright," said Shiloh encouraging him. "Shoot it."
	"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck, I'm shooting, I'm shooting,"
said Jonah, and Shiloh pulled my head back until I was just moving back
and forth on Jonah's cock-head, and felt it squirting out onto my tongue.
	"Don't swallow," whispered Shiloh into my ear, and so I held it in
my mouth, and then when Jonah was done, Shiloh pulled me back and
kissed me deep, tasting Jonah's cum on my tongue. This time I kissed
him back.
	Then Shiloh stood up. He led me over to the bed and lay me down
on it, on my back, with my head hanging over the edge. His own cock
was already out. He placed it on my lips, so I could just barely lick the
head. I could tell he'd been jacking it while I was sucking on Jonah's
dick, by the salty taste of his cock. Shiloh was really turned on, I could
tell, because he didn't bother going slow. He just looked in my eyes, and
then thrust his dick all the way into my throat, his balls slapping into the
bridge of my nose and my eyes. Then he started pounding my face, so
that his balls slapped me hard, over and over, his hands gripping my ears
as he face-fucked me, fast and furious. After just a few minutes, he let out
a loud groan and shot his load down my throat. This time I couldn't help
myself; I swallowed it right away. There was just so much.
	"He's been holding onto that for three days, just for you,"
explained Jonah, as Shiloh shuddered weakly, his dick still down my
throat, still squirting drops of cum.
	I saw when he spoke that Jonah was really turned on by what he
saw, and was already hard again. Shiloh noticed it too, and even though
part of me wanted to keep his cock in my mouth a little longer, I didn't
object when he pulled out and flopped down next to me, letting Jonah
slide his long dick down my throat.
	It was easier this time, because of the angle, and also because I
relished the feeling of Shiloh's body against mine, Shiloh's smell mixing
with mine and Jonah's, Shiloh's mouth on my nipples, and thenfor the
first time ever, his mouth on my cock.
	I wanted to cry out, feeling his scratchy face on my balls, but my
throat was filled with cock, so all I could do was writhe in ecstasy as
Jonah's dick thrust in and out of my throat, and Shiloh's mouth slid up
and down my cock. I held off as long as I could, but the second Jonah
sped up and began to buck in orgasm, I shot tooright in Shiloh's
mouth.
	"Don't swallow," I wanted to tell him, but I didn't need to, because
the second Jonah slid his cock from my lips, Shiloh's face was there,
scratching up mine as he tried to devour me, lips first, his teeth and
tongue groping at my mouth, my cum mixing with Jonah's in both our
mouths.
	We pushed together my bed and Shiloh's after that, because there
was no way the three of us could fit on his twin, and no way we were
gonna sleep apart. So we pushed the two together and prayed no one
came upstairs to see, and then I curled up between the two of them, my
face pressed into my brothers chest, feeling safe and warm between the
two tall, sexy boys. I didn't think I would sleep, I felt so good and so
excited, but I also felt so safe and wonderful that I couldn't help it.
	I woke up to Jonah fucking me. He and Shiloh were both awake
and I felt Jonah's dick gently poking into my ass, as Shiloh held me.
"Bite this," Shiloh whispered, offering me the part of his hand between
thumb and fingers, and I did as Jonah slid deeper and deeper inside me,
deeper than Shiloh's beautiful mushroom head dick could reach.
	"How is it?" whispered Shiloh, kissing me.
	"Not as good as yours," I replied.
	"Do you want me to make him stop?"
	I shook my head. "No, I want you to fuck me afterwards."
	He grinned. "No problem."
	Jonah fucked me well, and it was hot, feeling this new long dick
sliding around inside me, but it was just a warm-up for what I really
wanted: Shiloh's dick.
	Jonah pulled out just before he came, and flipped me over onto my
back and shot his load all over my chest. I loved the way he just flipped
me around, like I weighed nothing more than a scarecrow to him, and he
made a beautiful face as he came, looking like an angel and a devil all at
once.
	Shiloh didn't waste any time, but grabbed my feet in his calloused
hands and flung them over his shoulders, plunging his dick into my
blessed out asshole. It felt amazing as he started fucking me, and
scooping up Jonah's cum and making me suck it off his fingers, then
kissing me, all the while pistoning in and out of my ass. Jonah, maybe
wanting to give us this moment, disappeared, and so it was, at last, just
me and Shiloh again, my brother's dick fucking the hell out of me and me
loving every minute of it.
	Neither of us wanted it to stop and it was an hour before he said he
had to come, he was just gonna explode if he didn't. I was the same way;
I loved him in my ass, but my balls were blue by now. "Okay, let's cum,"
I agreed.
	He surprised me then by pulling out of my ass, and wiping off his
dick with a towel and then flipping around until his dick was hovering
just above my mouth and then his warm mouth was pushing down on my
cock. As he sucked me, he fucked my face, and I squirmed and moaned,
because it was all too much, I couldn't hold it back, and suddenly I was
squirting my load, and it just kept shooting and shooting and it must have
turned Shiloh on, too, because suddenly he was moaning around my dick
and his cock was squirting hot jizz down my throat.
	After we'd both milked each other's dicks, he flipped back around,
flopping down next to me, and kissing me deeply.
	"That's what I like best," I said. "When it's just you and me."
	"Me too, bro," he said. "But I think it's a good lesson. There'll
probably always be others..guys, girls maybe. But we'll be there through
it all, for each other, right?"
	"Of course," I said. "You're my brother."
	"And your lover," he said.
	I snuggled into his arms and couldn't imagine anything better.
	Eventually Jonah came in, and curled into bed beside us. It was
comfortable with him now, and sexy, but I knew we would never have
the connection Shiloh and I had, and that he and Shiloh wouldn't have
anything this special either. We just..understood each other, and fit
together perfectly.
	"Fuck," said Shiloh at one point a little bit later. "I'm really
comfortable, but I gotta piss."
	"Don't get up," I advised. "Can you piss laying down?"
	"I can try," he said dubiously. "But are you sure? I don't wanna
sleep in piss."
	"Me neither," added Jonah.
	"Don't worry, I won't spill a drop." I wriggled down under the
sheets until my head was down between both their crotches. It was a
fantastic view. And then I tenderly lifted the still big head of my
brother's soft dick and place it in my mouth, and sucked gently. It took
him a while to get it going, but I was patient, in bliss, with his fingers
gently stroking my hair, and Jonah's hard-on bobbing against my cheek.
Eventually Shiloh muttered, "Here it comes," and I found myself swallowing
what felt like gallons of piss. It was a lot, but I kept my promise; I
didn't spill a drop.