Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2017 13:23:58 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Brother Bear 3

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*****
Previous Chapter:

I moan aloud and pop open my eyes as one of my sensitive balls gets sucked
into each of their mouths. I look down and get lost in a pair of golden
eyes and another of startling, liquid brown. The one thing that is
identical in each pair is the lust, determination and triumph. I knew that
no matter what happens next, sleep is not on the agenda for a long, long
time.

*****

Brother Bear 3: Midnight in Minneapolis

by Bear Pup

*****

As they expertly work my balls, it suddenly strikes me. This is my first
three-way since college! A big surge of pre pumps out as I recall that
long-ago memory of me and Cliff with a girl named May. It was also my first
experience with anal sex. Just as I recall the felling of my cock getting
massaged through a thin tissue wall by Cliff's own prick who was deep in
her pussy, I literally scream in pleasure as Billy takes me deep in his
throat. Fuck! Baby Bro has SKILLZ.

Billy is also a mean fucker. His small, powerful hands keep a strong grip
on my balls and another on my shaft. He brings right to the edge, the point
that I can literally feel my prostate fill with the first shot, then
pinches my shaft and pulls down on my balls. The groan this drags from me
makes my eyes roll back.

I feel a weight on my chest and look up to see Jerome leaning down. "How
many times can you cum in a night, Big Brother Stud?" I shake my head to
clear it, as processing that long of a sentence is a challenge as Billy
goes back to work, now nibbling lightly around my extremely-sensitive glans

"Uh, uh, um, three?"

He smiles wickedly. I look down and am suddenly face to face with his
cock. It's not the first uncut dick I've seen, or even seen hard, but
damned sure the first up this close. He has a long, thick vein that
crisscrosses the urethra on its northward climb. The skin, though,
fascinates me. Jerome is hard and the head just peeks out of the kiss of
thin skin where it had puckered earlier. When his dick bobs, I can see the
ridge of his glans caressed as the foreskin writhes across it. Just as I'm
trying to imagine the sensation, Billy begins to lave round and round my
own cockhead, yanking another groan from me.

Jerome's eyes lock mine when I reopen my own. "So, Big Brother, you want a
taste?" My eyes go wide and I glance at the waving cock, more of the head
now peeking out and a bead of moisture on the very tip. "It's okay, Big
Brother, you've always wondered. Now's your chance. Nobody here to doubt
your manhood. Nobody to judge you. Nobody to even know. Come on, stud, you
know you've looked, thought about it, wanted secretly to find out?" I feel
my tongue come out and deeply lick my own lips. His words are almost like
he's hearing my own inner monologue, my own internal fight.

"You know it can't be gross. Feel how happy Billy is right now, and how
happy he's making you, the Big Bro Stallion he's crushed over since
puberty. And all the people who've gone down on you over the years? They
sure seemed to enjoy the taste, right? Don't you wonder if it'll taste
different than those secret licks you've tried of your own?" My eyes go
back to his. How the FUCK can he know that I occasionally take a quick
taste of my pre, that I love the taste of my cum in Maryann's kiss after a
great blow job? And how can he know just how much I've wondered.

Billy brings me right to the edge again and I nearly howl and he yanks me
back. When I catch my breath, Jerome is still there. "Jimmy, you've thought
and wondered forever, man. Now here it is. Your not-so-little brother
swinging on that big club and a guy sitting here, offering. No strings, no
judgement, no fear. And all you got to do is bend up... then all that
wondering comes to an end. Yeah, Big Brother. That's it. Yeah, stick that
tongue out. All those questions, less than an inch away from answers."

His voice is almost hypnotic, but the real truth is... he's right. I
finally flick out my tongue and swipe that bead of moisture and hear him
gasp. I savor the taste for a minute. It is different and yet teasingly
similar to my own. Mine is stronger, muskier. His is saltier with a hint of
grassiness. Without conscious thought, my tongues goes back for another
taste, and another, and another. It's... really good.

Billy has me all the way into his throat now, massaging my dick with
swallows and moans. Jerome is tilting his prodigious dick down. I take a
deep, shuddering breath and lunge forward slightly, getting the head of
that big dick into my mouth. I whimper at something Billy is doing and feel
Jerome shudder and moan and a tiny gush of that nectar coats my mouth.

The only thought right now is 'foreskin'. I spear my tongue into the fold
and Jerome yells, "FUCK!" That is the encouragement I need and I begin to
dig into the sensitive area, pulling more and more of his taste, now
thicker and intensified, from beneath that sheath of skin. I pull back my
tongue and decide to try more. I push forward, consuming more and more of
Jerome's cock, surprising myself at how easy, how natural, how... right it
feels.

I start to bob, teasing more and more of that wonderful flavor into my
mouth, Jerome now openly groans and cusses above me. I don't know why or
how, but my hands are now gripping Jerome's ass, rubbing the smooth skin as
I pull more and more of him into me. Billy has changed yet again, plunging
deep and wallowing for a moment, then all the way off to nibble and tease
the head. On my own downstroke, Jerome shifts slightly. The lack of
friction between his butt and my chest means that my pulling plunges him
forward.

My eyes go wide and I look up to see Jerome's head thrown back and crying
out. I understand why, since his huge dick is currently lodged in my
throat. *MY* throat! My *THROAT*! I growl with a lust I didn't know I
possessed and crammed another inch, then two, swallowing greedily. "Fuck,
Will! You're Big Brother is damn near as good as you are. One more, one
more, YES! I'm pubes deep, Will! GOD! Yes, Jimmy, yes! YES!"

I feel Jerome's nuts pull tight to my chin, my nose buried in his pubes
when I realize what's about to happen. My nuts are tight and this time,
Billy is not pulling back. One stroke, two, three and I scream in ecstasy
as he swallows my load. Apparently, that scream was a Very Bad Plan. With
Jerome deep in my throat, the vibration tripped his trigger and my gullet
is awash with his sperm. I pull back in disgust but the angle is
terrible. His cock is now dead center in my mouth, pouring pulse after
pulse of jism into my mouth, and I have no choice but to swallow or drown.

As my own explosion continues, I realize that my mind might be horrified
and disgusted, but my mouth is fucking loving it. The flavor is so rich, so
meaty, so perfectly male. It tastes like joy, as if I can taste the stream
of exultation Jerome is screaming to the sky, and I find that I'm suddenly
renewing my own release, feeding my baby brother even more of my baby
batter.

Jerome, completely spent, rolls to my left and Billy comes up and lays to
my right, snuggling. It takes forever to catch my breath. When I do, I look
over at Billy's beaming, delighted face and dive into a kiss. What? Where
the fuck did THAT come from? I groan as I taste my own jism mixed with
Jerome's on my brother's tongue, and Billy whines and whimpers with need
and fulfillment. I reach down and feel his fireplug, and encounter one of
the strangest things I've ever imagined. His cock is pulsing, but not with
cum. He is pumping gush after gush of pre, as if we were clear-cumming.

I pull back from the kiss and growl, "Someone hasn't cum yet, baby
brother." He starts to whimper when Jerome whisper-purrs in my ear.

"And he never will, Big Brother, without something," he grabs my
already-recharged cock, "in his ass. You can jack Will until he's raw, suck
him 'til your jaw falls off, edge him for hours, days. Without something
pounding his launch button," Jerome starts to frig my cock with a tight
grip and long strokes, "the only thing you'll get out of that bear is
honey. Even a finger or a dildo won't flip his switch, Big Brother, just a
dick. A big, heavy, hard dick. A dick Just. Like. Yours.

"You want the cream, Big Brother? You have to work for it. You up for that,
stud? Making your little brother scream in orgasm as you fulfill another
fantasy? Cuz you, Big Bro, plundering his ass over and over and over," the
jacking is now almost unbearably intense, "is what he's always wanted."

"Billy, um, Will? Is, is he right?"

He nods, eyes squeezed shut as if expecting a rain of blows from me.

"Then tell me, baby brother." His eyes open and he stares at me, utterly
terrified. I resume caressing his fireplug. "Come on, Billy, tell me your
dream. Tell me how the dream started."

Billy closes his eyes, leaking tears, obviously ashamed and afraid to
reveal this intimate secret. "Billy, when was the first time you thought of
me, doing that?"

"The first time I jacked off. OH GOD! I can't believe I'm saying this,
Jimmy! You are going to hate me so, so much." He had started to cry and I
pry up his face. He opens his eyes, then boggles when I lean in for
another, this time tender, kiss.

"Tell me, baby brother."

He gives a long, shuddering sigh and the words pour out in a constant
stream. "A f-friend told me about jacking off. I tried and tried, but even
with the Hustler he stole from his uncle nothing happened. I was laying
there on my bed, you know, and just threw it down and almost cried. Then I
looked over at what had been your bed, Jimmy." We had shared a room until I
was 14 and he was 5. Dad finally made good on his promise that I could move
into the study when he realized I had to be jerking off constantly with a
five-year-old asleep just yards away. I've always wondered why Billy never
moved that old twin bed out for more room.

"And suddenly it wasn't a woman posing, it-t-t-t was you. It was like my
dick came to life. I didn't know sex from shinola, but I touched the
dream-you and BOOM had a massive, sticky mess in my lap. I, I cried for
three days. Told mom I was sick. I WAS sick, I thought -- really, really
sick to think things like that. To think of you like that. I-I-I had a wet
dream the fourth night... of you..." His voice fades to a horrified
whisper. "You don't want to hear this. I'm sorry."

I take his hand and force it down to my raging, leaking, throbbing
erection. "Wanna bet?"

He gasps when his hand makes contact. His eyes are suddenly locked to
mine. I can actually see him struggle with the guilt and humiliation... and
decades of lust. His hand never stops moving on my prick as he
resumes. "You were there, in my bed, petting my back like you always did to
calm me down, you know? And I-I-I t-turned over and, Jimmy, you kept
petting me. In my dream. Petting my chest and stomach and... and I exploded
and woke up in the middle of my or-orgasm." His eyes flick back and forth
between my own, looking for some sign of anger or disgust or
disappointment. He doesn't find any.

"That was a Saturday morning. So I w-went to confession and -- thank God --
it was a visiting priest. A really young guy. I was sobbing when I told him
I'd had impure thoughts and then admitted it when he asked if I'd acted on
them, touching myself. He waited until I calmed down and spoke very low. He
said 'I'm supposed to tell you that such thoughts are the Devil's work and
that masturbation is a terrible sin. I can't do that, son. Every boy, EVERY
boy has those thoughts, and only the most-unhealthy do not masturbate to
relieve that unbearable tension.'

"He said that I had to promise to pray and avoid it if I could, to build my
strength and my faith. He also said to stop confessing it, for God forgave
me in advance." Billy laugh-sobs, but his gaze never leaves mine and his
hand never stops its caress. "I never told him it was, a-a-a... man. Never
IMAGINED admitting it was you, Jimmy. Mom knew I was upset, but she assumed
it was my 'illness'. Instead, it was my cure. As soon as Mom pulled into
the driveway I was in my room, back against the door, pants at my ankles,
staring at your bed and I c-c-came and came and came. I came so much that
Saturday that I got blisters -- literal blisters -- on my cock, Jimmy!

"I woke up so sore I thought the shower would kill me. It was hysterical --
well, not then. Then it was painful and horrifying and I knew, just knew
that someone had used a magic marker to write 'Jacked Himself Raw Perving
on His Own Bro' when I got to mass. Thank God for that 'I was sick' thing,
because everyone assumed that was it. Kneeling was HELL.

"Of course, that was also why I discovered lube. Ha! I didn't think of it
that way. I was just desperate for something to deal with what amounted to
rug burns on my dick. You know I couldn't ask Dad! And Dr. Pearson? The
thought of THAT conversation nearly did make me puke! You know how he was,
Jimmy."

I have to chuckle at that. Dr. Pearson was a skinny man somewhere between
the ages of 80 and Mummy. He utterly disapproved of boys; odd in a
pediatrician. When we had to get sports physicals, every guy in school,
every fucking one of us would beg to go to any other doctor, but couldn't
tell mom why. The reason was simple. If you even chubbed when he was
tugging down there or poking around your butt, he'd give you Evil Eye and
scowl. If you boned? Oh, fuck, the lecture was brutal, humiliating and
horrifying, and he always, ALWAYS ended with, "I have to think whether this
is a bad enough problem to speak with your mother, young man." It was like
a death sentence as you waited day after day for the axe to fall.

"So there I was, going through the medicine cabinet. Bacitracin nearly made
me scream and the thought of Mercurochrome made my knees weak. Can you
imagine gym class with a bright-orange prick?!? Even thinking about
Preparation H made me shudder. That got me to Calamine Lotion. I dabbed it
on a different spot that the screaming Bacitracin experiment and sighed. I
coated my cock with it and BAM I was hard and my cock was merely sore, not
agony.

"I applied it that night and, well, it worked really, really well. I never
did think to wonder what Mom thought of my Calamine-Lotion-pink and
cum-soaked undies. By the end of the week, I was healed and started
scouring the medicine cabinet, kitchen and garage for something slick. Dad
never could find anything in there and never noticed that axle grease
missing. That led to problems two and three, cum rags and a grease-cutting
soap.

"From that moment forward, every single time someone made a dirty joke or
mentioned some new sex act, I was in my bed that night, mentally watch
myself do it for you, or do it to me." Billy's eyes snap back into focus
and the fear comes back, followed immediately by the shame and he looks
away.

"No way, baby brother. That is the fucking sexiest thing I ever heard. Look
at me. Now, Billy, look at me! There. I'm not mad and not upset or
anything. I'm so turned on you're about to get a handful of my own axle
grease." He pulls his hand away and I laugh. "You're right. That's a
terrible way to waste this load, baby brother." Billy's eyes explode, the
whole cartoon eye-popping-on-stalks, steam-from-ears expression.

Jerome's deep and lust-husked voice is back in my ear. "So you ready to
make his dream come true, big brother?" Hand to God, it's like having that
movie-devil on one shoulder and finding a leather-and-lace angel on the
other egging him on. I turned to him and gave his cheek a peck, which
startles him.

"Can I assume you've moved past axle grease?" It's like he fucking
teleports. Within seconds, Billy's on his back, meaty thighs locked to his
chest as Jerome eats his ass like a starving man. I watch in awe and an
overwhelming lust as he does what apparently is a basic part of his job as
a husband. Hmm, no air quotes.

He looks up at Billy. "Is... is this okay, hon? Do you still want this?" My
mind does a small summersault as I realize, Billy is the boss in this
relationship. I shelve that thought for later, non-lust-drenched,
contemplation. Billy's smooth hand traces Jerome's cheek and he smiles.

"It's perfect, Jer. Get me ready." Jerome has Billy moaning and panting in
seconds and I watch, spellbound, as lube is applied and more and more
fingers go in there. Fuck! How much can an asshole stretch? I never really
thought about it. I nearly scream when Jerome's hand begins to lube up my
cock. I look down and I'm larger than I normally would be even with a
cockring. The thought of what's coming brings me close to shooting in the
guy's hand, so I push it away.

"Give me a minute, Jerome, or this is going to be less a film than an
animated short." He smiles and goes back to Billy's ass, obviously driving
my brother insane with the pleasure. I force myself not to touch my cock
and I see Billy spurting dogwater, enough to soak his own fur and begin to
dribble down his side. Oh yeah. This is going to be... oh my.

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