Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 11:25:51 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 5

Incest: brothers (b/b/b oral anal urination)

This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young brothers
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BRUCE LEARNS ABOUT DICKS - 5


The three boys lay together, naked, on Jack's bed, recovering from the
sex they'd all enjoyed.  Legs tangled together -- two larger teen legs,
one pair of pale eight-and-a-half year old legs, and one pair of dark,
creamy chocolate legs -- they were quiet for a while.  Jack's cock was
still a bit tender, and Bruce was slowly toying with his little peter.
But the other little peter -- the dark brown one -- was stiffening.

 Charlie was stroking his little tool and remembering all the good
feelings that started there.  He'd never had so much fun with his peter!
His best friend and his brother had shown him so many new things, they
were all swimming around in his head.  He didn't want to get out of bed.
But he was feeling a pressure that couldn't be denied anymore.  He hadn't
peed since before lunch, and he really needed to go.

"I got to pee," he said quietly.

Jack reached over and stroked the boy's dark hair.  "Okay.  Brucie, let's
go with him."

"I just went..."  Then Bruce remembered that Jack had promised some more
fun in the bathroom; maybe this was it.  He grinned.  "Yeah.  Okay."

Jack led the way, and the two little boys behind him watched his ass
cheeks as he walked.  Bruce reached out and slapped one, and the boys
laughed.  When Jack got to the bathroom, he walked by the toilet and
stepped into the shower stall.  Bruce was grinning from ear to ear in
anticipation, and Charlie looked uncertain about what was happening.
"I... I really have to go," he said.  And he cupped a hand over his
little peter as though trying to keep his pee in.

"This is the way Bruce and I pee sometimes," Jack said, and he sat down
with his back to a corner wall.  He looked at Bruce.  He'd let him decide
if he wanted to get into the shower with Jack or stand next to his little
buddy.  Bruce stepped into the shower, but he reached back and pulled
Charlie in beside him.

"It's a pee shower," Bruce giggled.  "With lots of warm water!"

Charlie's face showed, first, confusion and then, finally, an
understanding of what the brothers meant.  But surely not...  But why was
Jack sitting on the floor of the shower...?

"Charlie, it's just another way we have some fun, us boys," he grinned.
He spread is legs, and his cock was almost back to six-and-a-half inches
in anticipation.  "Bruce - show him how."

Bruce pointed his little peter at his big brother, stepped closer, and
dribbled a few drops of his pee, and then a more powerful stream shot out
and landed right on Jack's chest.  Charlie's eyes got big -- peeing on
Jack?  But he didn't have much choice.  He needed to pee really bad.  He
stood a little closer, too, and waited for his peter to begin.  There was
hardly more than a single drop before his own little stream flowed
strongly from his peter.  Bruce reached over and held Charlie's peter up
a little bit, so his pee could reach Jack.

Jack raised his chest as he received brother's gift of pee; he watched
the tiny peehole of the little dick as it widened and quickly spewed out
boypee, hitting the teen right on the chest.  He looked at Charlie's face
and saw the boy's confusion.  He smiled as his brother aimed his
friend's peter for him.  And a second stream of warm pee came from the
little dark peter, hitting him right next to where Bruce had aimed.

Charlie watched in amazement as the teen's chest was quickly covered by
the yellow water from the two boys.  He watched it flow down Jack's
chest, belly, and into the few pubes starting to grow there.  Some of it
-- Bruce's?  his? -- continued to flow down to the teen's big dick,
wetting it so much it glistened.  Charlie grinned tentatively, then he
smiled broadly.  Doing this right after the fun they'd all had in bed
only intensified the fun!  He giggled as Jack moved his big dick aside so
the boys could watch their pee cover his balls.

Bruce moved his stream over to one of Jack's nipples, so Charlie followed
his lead and aimed the the other nipple.  Jack groaned in pleasure as his
sensitive nipples were attacked by the warm boypee from the peters he'd
just enjoyed in bed.  Too soon, the pee flow lessened and stopped, only a
few drops dripping down from the boys.  Jack winced a bit as he kneeled
down -- the shower floor was hard! -- but he wanted to say thank you.  He
moved to Bruce first and leaned in to kiss his peter.  Then he looked up
at Charlie's grin and kissed the chocolate peter, too.  Charlie realized
Jack had tasted some of their pee, too, and he wondered what that would
be like.

"Bruce, looks to be like you need a shower, little buddy."  Jack stood
and traded places with his brother.

 Charlie watched them change places and realized that his best friend was
about to get peed on by his big brother!  That excited him, and he felt
his peter grow a bit.  His eyes were on Jack's big dick when the stream
started, and Charlie was down on the floor almost before the pee hit
Bruce's chest.  He grinned his "okay, me too" grin up to Jack and watched
the big dick move slowly until it was pointed at him.  The moment the
warm yellow water hit his chest, Charlie sighed deeply.  So warm!  He
watched the water wet his dark brown chest and belly and drip off his
brown peter.  So warm!

Jack moved his dick back to his brother, but Charlie quickly moved to
sit across Bruce's legs so he could share the pee with him.  Jack laughed
as the two young boys played together in his piss, washing each other
with it, rubbing the pee all around each other's chests and peters.  The
boys were giggling.  Jack watched the two of them play together even
after his stream had stopped.

"Okay, guys," Jack laughed.  "The piss party's over."  He turned the
shower on and let the warm water flow over him.  The boys watched; Jack's
body seemed to glisten with the water that covered it.  Flowing over his
shoulders, down his back, over the two ass cheeks, and down his legs.
When he turned, the water had covered his chest and made his nipples
hard.  It was washing over the hairs at his groin and running off his
dick.  Jack smiled, knowing that he was being admired by the boys.

He stepped aside, and the boys walked together into the showering water.
They turned in opposite directions, moved their hands all over
themselves, and played like little boys play.  Jack watched the water
cover them, watched their little asses, watched their tiny nipples,
watched their little peters.  But it was the chocolate boy who got most
of this attention this time.  Reflecting the light from the room, his
brown little body glowed.  He let the boys play and watched as they
rubbed each's other back and ass, then each other's chest and dick.  He
finally reached over and turned the water off.

"Aw..." Bruce complained.

"Enough play for now.  Here's some towels."

The got back to the bedroom and crawled onto the bed.  Charlie suddenly
froze and asked, "What time is it?  My mom's going to pick me up before
supper!"

"No, she's not," Bruce grinned.  "When I went out and said 'hi' to her, I
asked her if you could eat supper here.  She said okay and said she'd
pick you up at 8:00."

"Guess you're going to have to eat with us, little guy," Jack smiled.
The boys giggled.  "My two favorite dishes are right here in this room,"
Jack continued, "one vanilla and one chocolate."  He felt a sudden
quivering inside him.  "And, OO fuck!  I'm getting hungry right now!"

Maybe it was the talk about eating.  Maybe it was the recollection of two
little boybutts bouncing as they walked or glistening the the shower.
But Jack knew exactly what he was hungry for!  He couldn't explain to the
boys. They might not understand, and he wasn't even sure that he did.  He
picked up Charlie by the waist and arranged him on all fours on the bed.
Then he got behind the little boy and began to caress his small, brown
asscheeks.  Charlie lay his head down between his arms; he wanted to give
Jack anything teen wanted.

The hands on his butt were warm.  He felt his two cheeks massaged in
opposite directions; he remembered the good feeling he had when Jack was
pressing his butthole when he was being sucked before.  He felt his
cheeks pulled apart gently.

Jack was awed by the little brown butt, the two cheeks he manipulated
carefully, but, most of all, but the sight of a very dark chocolate
butthole that peeked out at him.  The wrinkled skin holding it closed was
almost black; the skin around it looked soft... tasty...  He leaned in.
He smelled a scent he'd not noticed before.  Some soap from their
shower.  Then, under it, another deeper, more musky scent he couldn't
name.  But his lust for this beautiful boy overcame him.  Without
thought, he leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating aroma, and licked once
at the dark rose.

Charlie jumped and raised his head when he felt... a warm, wet sensation
back there, on his... butthole.

One taste of the chocolate boy let Jack know he had to have more.  His
tongue washed over the tight hole, then around and around it, each
movement, each taste more exciting than the last.  He licked up over the
little hole, then down, up and down.  He moved his tongue as though it
were a finger -- a finger that could feel the softness, the tightness,
the heat; a finger that could taste the tang of a boy.  Jack's cock
stiffened, but he wasn't even aware of it. He grasped Charlie's hips with
both hands and shoved his face into the boy's rear, eating and licking
that one, last, forbidden place...

Charlie couldn't help but wiggle his butt, trying to fasten it to the
face feasting on it, offering everything to the teen eating and licking.
"Oooooo...oooooo... ooooooo..."  Over and over, the boy music filled the
air as his little ass was eaten.

Jack pointed his tongue and pressed at the tight hole.  Why did he want
in so badly?  He didn't know and didn't care.  The scent, the taste, the
motion, the feel of boybutt against his cheeks and young asshole at his
lips were all he needed to know.  He pushed his tongue and felt that tiny
little rosebud give just a bit.  He wanted in, didn't he?  Yes!  He had
to eat his way inside this beautiful boy...  Moving his tongue again, the
entrance refused to open to the attack.  It seemed to draw even tighter.

 At first Bruce didn't understand what was happening. When he heard
Charlie's loud moans of pleasure, he knew. His own peter stiffened.
Jack grunted a muffled "Uh!" when he felt something at his own asshole.
Of course!  Little Brucie wanted inside, too.  Inside his teen brother.
Little Brucie was licking, moving his tongue around, exploring a
place that wasn't supposed to be explored at all.  Almost unconsciously,
Jack pressed his ass back toward his little brother as his tongue
continued to pleasure the boy in front of him.  He removed his tongue
from Charlie's ass, trying not to dislodge his own ass from Bruce's
mouth.  He licked a finger and pressed it gently against the tight brown
entrance.  He moved it around in little circles, each time pressing a
little more insistently.

"Ooooooo Jack... put it in... put it in..."  Charlie didn't understand
why he wanted more; he just wanted more.

Jack pressed again, the the tight ring gave a little, allowing him to
insert the tip of his finger.  A little more pressure, and he was in to
the first knuckle.  He felt lightheaded.  He was touching the little boy
inside!  He felt the deeper heat, the moisture, and tightness surrounding
his finger.  He pressed slowly.  Charlie was moaning, but it didn't sound
as if he wanted it to stop.  The boy moaned louder for a moment as the
finger entering him forced the second ring open.  He thought of telling
Jack that it hurt, but if he said that Jack would stop.  And he didn't
want this to stop!

"Bruce," Jack said hoarsly.  "Run into the bathroom and get that
handlotion."  Jack had discovered another use for handlotion, but he
hadn't shared that with his little brother yet.  He'd soon find out.

Jack took the bottle of lotion from his brother and pulled his finger
almost all the way out.  He squeezed some lotion on his finger and around
the hole, and he began to work his finger back in.  Charlie's moans were
quieter now, but Jack could feel that the boy was completely relaxed.  He
began to slowly fuck his finger in and out, in and out.  His cock
throbbed.

Bruce watched with wide eyes as his brother entered Charlie's ass.  He'd
seen the pictures of men doing it -- fucking -- but he hadn't known boys
could, too.  He watched the finger slide in and out, in and out.  He
listened to Charlie's sounds, now obviously sounds of deep pleasure.

Jack kept the motion of his fuckfinger slow, in and out, and the tight
opening swallowing his finger mesmerized him.  He looked down at his
cock.  He wanted, more than anything else in the world right now, to fuck
this little brown beauty.  Shove his hard cock into a place where nothing
like it had ever been.  He dribbled some lotion on his cock and spread it
around with his hand while his other hand continued the fucking.  Jack
carefully removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at the dark
hole, now completely closed.  He pushed.

Charlie almost screamed in pain.

Jack quickly pulled his cock away, knowing that there would be too much
pain for the little boy if he shoved his cock in.  He was so disappointed
that he sank back on his haunches for a moment, leaving Charlie's
butthole free of any invaders.  He couldn't, Jack knew.  He sighed
deeply.  Then he looked into Bruce's face, so close to his friends butt,
attentive to every motion.  He looked disappointed, too.  Jack took
Bruce's hand and placed one of the fingers at Charlie's entrance and
gently pushed.  Bruce gasped at the sensation when his finger silde in
almost completely.  Jack held Bruce's hand in place and slowly pushed and
pulled his brother's fuckfinger in and out of the dark asshole.

"Charlie" Jack said quietly; "This is Brucie fingering your hole now.
And he wants to stick his peter in."

Charlie forgot the momentary pain and was immediately excited that his
best friend might do it -- put it in.  "Yea..." he groaned.

Bruce's face was both confusion and excitement.  Was Jack going to let
him... help him...?  Every part of him, including the finger
already inside Charlie, trembled at the prospect.  Yes, he wanted that!
To fuck his best friend?  To stick his peter into him?  Yes!

Bruce traded places with Jack, then returned Bruce's finger to the hole,
now eagerly awaiting it.  Charlie sighed deeply when he felt it return.
Bruce watched as Jack dribbled some lotion on his little three-inch peter
and stroked it.  He drew his breath in deeply.  The combination of seeing
his own finger fucking his friend and seeing his big brother lube up his
peter made his insides quiver.

Without saying a word, Jack pulled the hard little peter with one hand
and pressed his brother's ass with the other, getting him positioned just
right.  He carefully placed the tip of Bruce's little dick right on its
target.  Bruce trembled at the touch.  "Just do what I tell you, Brucie,"
Jack whispered.  "Push your dick in a little bit, right at the hole."

Bruce wasn't sure he had even that much control!  He let Jack hold his
peter in place with two fingers as he moved his hips inward.  Did
Charlie's butthold give just a little?  There was a new warm sensation at
the end of his peter.  At Jack's encouragement, Bruce pressed a little
more.  He wished he could see his peter at work!  Now there was more of
that new sensation but, at the same time, a new tightness around his
dickhead.  He wasn't in, then.  At least, not all the way.

"Charlie, when Bruce presses in, you press out -- like you're taking a
dump."

Charlie heard the words through a fog, but he understood what he was to
do.  His hole felt stretched so wide already!  He waited for some sign to
begin.  He felt the little cockhead at his hole move just a fraction.  He
grunted with the effort of pressing his insides down.  And then he cried
out.  "O  O O O O It hurts hurts hurts!"

"Freeze!" Jack ordered Bruce, who immediately stopped all pressure.  "But
stay in place," Jack said.  Jack moved forward to lay his head down at
Charlie's head.  The boy had his eyes tightly closed; his face was
tight.  "Just hang in there, Charlie.  It hurts, I know, but the pain
will go away, and pretty soon it will feel fantastic."  He brushed
his fingers across Charlie's soft cheek.  "If you want, Bruce can pull
out now."

Charlie opened his eyes.  "Noooo... don't stop..."

"Whenever you tell us, we'll stop. Understand?"

Charlie nodded his head.

Jack  moved back to kneel at Charlie's ass.  He couldn't see Bruce's
peter at all.  But that didn't mean he was all the way in.  "Slow," he
instructed his brother; at the same time he reached under Charlie and
found his peter.  It was limp.  He began to stroke and massage it.  The
determination on Bruce's face showed that he was moving, at least a
little bit.  And the stiffening of the little brown peter in Jack's hand
meant that Charlie was getting into it.  Jack stroked, making his fingers
brush across Charlie's little balls.

Charlie began to moan again.  But Jack was right.  The pain was going
away.  In its place was... in its place... something altogether new for
the boy, something for which he had no words.  The peter... Bruce's peter
inside him... making him feel so full...

Knowing that Bruce was fully in now, Jack motioned for him to slowly
begin a fucking movement, pulling out a little bit and then pushing in
again.  Bruce was breathing deepy, almost all of his attention focused on
the three-and-a-half inches connecting him and his buddy.  But he began
to move.  Slowly.  He felt his peter slide back along the slick tunnel of
Charlie's ass, and he couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of it.  The
head of his peter pressed the tunnel open again when he pushed back in, a
very different but immense pleasure surrounded this dickhead as it slid
down the silky tunnel.

Charlie found himself moving with Bruce.  There was so much indescribable
pleasure centering on his ass right now!  At first his movements were
awkward, and once Bruce's peter almost slipped out.  But he soon
developed a natural rhythm, the ageless rhythm of fucking.  He pushed
back when Bruce pushed forward.  He pulled back when Bruce pulled
outward.  Back and forth, in and out.  They moved slowly at first,
getting used to the movements and the sensations.  Then they gradually
began to increase the speed of the fucking.

Jack sat back on his haunches, though keeping one hand on Charlie's stiff
peter and trying to match the rhythm of the fucking in front of him.  He
saw that Bruce's eyes were half closed, his mouth agape.  He watched his
brother's belly expand and contract with his heavy breathing.  Soon he
heard the little slap as skin met skin.  Charlie moaned loudly.  So did
Bruce.  The boys were in an ectasy they'd never dreamed of; they were
entering a higher plateau of sex that few boys get to know.  They were
fucking.  Jack sighed at the beautiful sight.  And in longing, too --
longing to feel what his little brother was feeling right now.

The slapping got louder and faster.  No one had to tell the boys what to
do now.  Their instincts took over.  It was as if the fucking dick and
the ass being fucked were the ones in control.  In and out, faster, as
deep as Bruce could manage.  Charlie was now shoving his ass back on
Bruce's dick, almost violently.  And Bruce rammed into the ass of his
buddy just as hard as he could.

"AWWwwwww yeaaaa... ooooooo fuck fuck yeaaa..."  "Oooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaa
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Jack heard two boy soprano voices singing an unrehearsed duet of sexual
ectasy, the sounds moving higher and higher as the orgasm of each boy
began.  Jack continued jacking on Charlie's brown peter and felt it
stiffen suddenly and begin its dance in his hand.  At the same time,
Bruce felt Charlie's already-tight ring choke his peter and initiate his
own dry come.  Their movements --  one fucking for the first time and the
other a virgin -- became erratic and irregular; there was simply no
control over their bodies now.  They jerked and bumped and bucked as
their young bodies exploded and overwhelming sensations they'd never
imagined overcame both of them.

Their thin voices wavered and faded.  Their bodies were exhausted.  Their
minds were almost blanked out with the force that had taken them over.
Charlie collapsed onto the bed, and Bruce fell with him.  Their limbs
were still trembling.

And Jack looked with amazement at the two eight-year-olds.  In a matter
of minutes, they had experienced what Jack had been fantasizing about for
a long time.  Both now knew what cock and ass felt like when the climax
hit.  Jack was left with a hard cock in his hand.  So he made the best of
the situation and jacked off over their prostrate bodies, creating lines
of teen cum across them.

After time for reveling in the afterglow, the boys headed for the shower
once again.  Because of both their exhaustion and the time, they rushed
through the shower and dressed hurriedly.  In a matter of minutes,
Charlie's mother would expect to pick him up.

They paused together at the front door while they waited for the car's
horn.  Bruce put his arms around Charlie for a big hug, and they wound up
kissing with the kind of enthusiasm only young boys who have discovered
boylove could.

Charlie turned to the teen. "Jack," he began, "can I come over again
sometime?  Please?"  As the horn sounded, Jack hugged the beautiful
little chocolate boy and assured him, "Yes."  Charlie went through the
door quickly.  The brothers were alone again.

"Let's get something to eat, littie buddy."  Jack led the way into the
kitchen and popped a pizza into the microwave. Bruce helped him get the
laundry out of the dryer, and then they ate.

With his mouth full of pizza, Bruce asked,  "You... you wanted to fuck
Charlie up there, didn't you?"

"Yeah, Brucie," Jack said, putting his arm around the shoulders of his
brother.  "I was thinking about it."

They headed for the stairs and their bedroom.

"Well," Bruce responded on the way up, "I'm glad you didn't."

"Sure you are.  So you got to fuck him," Jack grinned.

Bruce turned on the stairs to face him.  "That's not what I mean," he
said.  "I... I didn't want you to fuck him, because...  because I wanted
to be the first boy you fucked.  Me."

Jack stepped up to him and put his arms around Bruce.  He was silent for
a moment.  "That makes me feel really good, Brucie."

"Jack," Bruce said, his voice muffled with his face buried in Jack's
chest.  "Jack, I want you to fuck me.  Please."

Jack again pictured his big hard cock at the tight hole of little
Charlie; Bruce's entrance would be just as tight.  But he yearned for it,
too, plunging his cock into the young body he was holding.  They still
had a good deal of the night left...

"Come on upstairs, Bruce," he said.  "Let's put the laundry away...
and get out of these clothes."