Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 19:32:34 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Buzz and Beyond

Its been a while since I've contributed a story.  I hope this meets the
standards of the readers.  Like it or not, I would love to hear what you
think.  Just email me at SBC_Tek@hotmail.com

Here ya go:

Buzz and Beyond

There seems to be distinct events that mark the future paths of my life.
Some are monumental and others just little pebbles in the road.  Some of the
events are large at the time and others are barely noticed at the time.
This one begins with a crack of beer can opening on a hot summer day.

My dad and his brother weren't working that day and they had a tub of cold
beer left over from the party their boss had the day before.  My dad and
uncle cleaned up the place by picking up the trash, folding the tables and
chairs, and by hauling off all the leftover beer and ice.  They were off
from work more to celebrate the abundance of beer they had inherited than
for any other reason.  Apparently, it was a sin to let beer go unconsumed
once it was chilled.

While they waited for other workers to get off and come join them, my dad
and uncle began their duty of accumulating recyclable aluminum.  That was
something that did appeal to me and my brother, as it was the profit from
the aluminum that bought our birthday and Christmas presents each year.
They sat on opposite sides of the tub full of ice, making sure their lawn
chairs were set just right so they could reach the beer by dropping their
hand to their sides.  The trees provided the shade but there wasn't much
breeze unless a car or pickup drove by and kicked up some dust.  My brother
and I planted ourselves on the ground opposite the chairs.

We sat on the ground in almost identical cutoff jean shorts and nothing
else.  Our bodies had turned nut brown from the summer sun.  We were that
brown all over except for our little white butts.  The reason that the
shorts were identical was not that I wanted to emulate my big brother, it
was that I was wearing hand-me-downs.  My brother and I were not even a year
different in age.  I had already caught up to him in size, if not a little
bit stouter, so hand-me-downs didn't make all that much sense.  I didn't
know for years that my balls weren't supposed to feel like they were being
crushed by my Wranglers.  Sometimes, I got treated as a little bother, other
times it was almost like I was my brother's twin.

My brother was born the night before our parents were supposed to graduate
high school.  It meant that neither of them got to walk across the stage and
get their diplomas.  It did add quite of bit of confusion with my dad, he
didn't know if he actually graduated until the next July when his diploma
arrived in the mail.  In other stories we heard that my brother was
conceived is a party to mark the end of summer.  It was where he was
conceived that contributed to his middle name, Dodge.  I am grateful that I
got skipped on that tradition, otherwise my middle name might have been
7-11.  I do hope to learn soon the meaning of my middle name, Devine, before
my parents pass away.

That tradition did of middle names picked up again with our younger
brothers.  Beach was where they were for the brother 3 years younger.  July
is for the 4th of July, when they did it.  Our youngest brother's middle
name is B.J., it was how he got started, it all started with a BJ and went
from there.

I was conceived the very night that my mother's doctor told her that they
could have sex again after the birth of my older brother.  She came up to
where my dad was working on the night shift at the 7-11.  My dad propped my
mom up on cases of beef jerky and cherry pies and humped her until I was
squirted into her.  They celebrated the act with a sack of pork rinds and
slushies.  I was born 22 days prior to my brother turning 1 year old.  That
meant that for 3 weeks, we were the same age, something that he hated all
through . . . well, he still hates it.

We weren't allowed to drink at that age of 13 and 14, well, not while our
mom was there, or not until she got drunk enough to let us drink.  But there
were rules to drinking that day.  We couldn't touch anything brewed in
Milwaukee, or St. Louis, or Golden, or anywhere in Texas.  If it was made in
any foreign country, we were more than welcome to remove it and get it out
from sharing the ice with the good stuff.  We did help ourselves but we were
got more interested in my dad's and uncle's stories to drink all that much.

We got to hear about their cousin, Buzz.  We heard a lot of things over the
years about this cousin but never met him.  I know he was still alive for at
least part of the time that I was a kid.  He got a little too wild for most
of the family and didn't come around.  It was one event that earned him his
nickname of Buzz as well as initiated his wildness.

Cousin Buzz had been out hunting.  He was sitting in a tree stand and not
having that much luck.  The weather turned bad, a fierce cold front was on
its way.  It was starting to sleet and there was even some lightning and
thunder.  Buzz heard the pickup coming to get him and take him back home.
He decided it was a good time to piss.  With the rifle slung over his
shoulder, he stood up on the deer stand and unzipped and started to piss.
Pissing off your tree stand is probably why he never had good luck hunting
right there.  As he was pissing, lightning struck.  The guys in the pickup
saw the lightning hit the barrel of his gun, run through his body, out of
his dick and followed the piss stream all the way to the ground.  They
watched Buzz give a little shake, almost like a piss shiver, then lean and
fall flat on the ground.

When his hunting buddies got to Buzz, he was still snapping and cracking.
They say he was even buzzing, hence the name.  When they rolled him over,
they saw what was left of his dick.  It had exploded like a hot dog in the
microwave.  It wasn't bleeding that much, but it was a just a mess of little
chunks of meat hanging together.  They did take him to the nearest medical
facility and Buzz survived but he wasn't going to have much of a sex life
after that.

Buzz got mean and weird after that.  Beyond thinking he was immortal, he had
to get creative to enjoy anything sexual.  He had nothing to jack, no dick
to grab and yank on.  He found that if he worked a finger into his asshole,
he could make himself cum.  While it was a little messy, both his finger and
the resulting explosion of cum, it met Buzz's need.  Buzz fingered his butt
each and every morning as well as several times during the day and had his
favorite finger and technique.  He built up the best video porn collection
in town.

When we asked how it worked, our uncle explained that what was left of his
dick was still available at the other end.  He told us that we could feel
the other end of our own dicks.  It was supposed to be a bulb that we could
only get to by going in through our butt holes.  By the time they got to the
end of the story, my dad and uncle had enough beer in them to admit that
they had tried and succeeded with Buzz's technique.

I enjoyed the story but let it pass as we heard a few more stories from
them.  Some about their cars that they either raced or crashed or both.
Some about girls they had known.  According to both of them, they fucked
every girl they had ever known.

Late that evening, when my brother and I had gone into the house, just drunk
enough to be staggering, we had planned on going to bed.  My brother asked
me if I wanted to get a little buzz.  That usually meant getting drunk,
which we already were, or smoking a little something.  It took me awhile to
realize what he meant, he wanted to finger butts.

Now, playing with each other's butts was not really something new to us but
it had been several years since either of us had a yearning to play back
there.  As little kids, there were all kinds of stuff that got poked into
our holes, marbles, pencils, weebles; in fact, I'm not convinced that there
is not still a weeble inside of me.  I know I had it stuffed up there, but I
never felt it come out.  We also found out that more water could be run into
butt holes than any other hole in the human body.

And while we were both jacking at that time, it was not something that we
enjoyed together.  It wasn't a secret that either of us did it, either.  I
had walked in on him a few times as he yanked away.  And he had caught me
jacking many times.  Usually, I would just turn around and leave.  He would
sometimes stay and talk to me as I held my dick in my hand, then eventually
leave.  Over my lifetime in my home, there was a lot of jacking going on.
Five boys, no girls except for our mom, and our dad.  The door to our
bathroom was rarely closed, even when squatting on the toilet.  There was a
short period of time when all five of us were still living at home and all
were old enough to jack.  At least one morning, the little bathroom saw us
one by one jack and shoot before we left for the day.

As far as old enough to jack; my older brother and I were only about 2
months different in when we first shot.  He may have waited a while to try
but when I saw him starting and ending each day with rapid arm movements, I
started experimenting.  Finally, one Saturday morning, as the others were
watching cartoons, I stayed on the toilet and yanked and yanked until I felt
that feeling of great relief.

My older brother and I developed about the same time too.  We had about the
same about of pubic hair and pit hair as we grew.  My next younger brother
was a little ahead of us.  While I was hitting puberty not long after I hit
12, he hit it not long after he was 11 years old.  When he started shooting,
it seemed like there was cum all over the place, and it did smell like that
in the house.  This brother was the athlete of us.  He was a whole lot
bigger, heavier, and faster.  He did have the same color hair as the rest of
us but there is still some rumor that he may not be a full brother.  He does
look like our dad, at least a little, but then he also looks more like our
uncle.  Even if we don't know, it makes it good to tease him, to this day,
about not being full blooded.

The brother next in line, who is really my best friend of the bunch, was
slow to develop.  I actually think our youngest brother hit puberty before
he did.  He did grow a few wispy pubic hairs at about 13 but it stayed that
way until he was 15.  He finally grew a full patch of pubes then.

The youngest of us is the crazy one.  He will do about anything physically
challenging.  He will do just about anything sexual.  He had played with
both boys and girls, stuck his dick into each before he was 14.

That night, my brother was so interested in the possibility of playing with
the other end of his dick that he wasn't about to let up on me.  While I
didn't act too enthused about it, I was going to give in without too much
pressure.  The key to it was that I wanted him to get his finger dirty
first.  It wasn't that I needed to get off first, it was that I didn't want
my brother to give me hell about a finger full of shit.  It was when he said
he would do me first, that I agreed.

It didn't take long for my shorts to hit the floor, just a flick to unbutton
them and they fall to the floor.  And then as soon as I pulled my also
hand-me-down underwear down, I had a boner.  All 5 and a half inches were
pointing out level with the floor.  I'm cut, my older brother and youngest
brother are not.  It had more to do with the hospital we were born at and
what could be paid for than it did with religious preference or anything
parental that there was a difference in foreskin retention.  My older
brother's dick always looked like it was going to explode out of his
foreskin, even when he was just relaxing.  Our youngest brother's dick had a
long foreskin.  We always figured it was because he was always pulling on
it.  He definitely had a nozzle on him, and it was pretty effective at
making a spray of piss.

As my brother was pulling his shorts and underwear off, I was brushing my
dick against his butt.  That was like the ultimate gross out for us.  Even
if he was about to stick his finger in my butt and expected me to do the
same, touching my dick to his butt was enough to make him jump to avoid it
and cuss me, even in a good natured sort of way.  Intentionally touching my
dick to his butt and getting that type of reaction was incongruent with what
happened on a normal day to day operation at the house.  The shower in our
bathroom never worked.  Even after we got the double-wide and it worked
then, but we still took baths.  My brother and I took baths together from
almost the day I was born.  When the next brother came along, he usually got
his own bath while we still stayed together.

It eventually got where I would take a bath with my next to the youngest
brother, my older brother with the youngest brother, and the middle brother
all to himself.  I'm not sure why it worked that way but it was also the way
we were close to each other.  It also was not all that unusual for all of us
to be in the tub at that same time.  When that happened, there were body
parts rubbing all over the place.  There would be dicks rubbing on butts,
thighs, bellies, backs, and toes.  And fingers roaming all over too.  I
would always have a boner when we all got in the tub.  That situation wasn't
so bad at home, I could just jack afterwards and the others never gave me
too hard a time about it.  It was when we would take a bath somewhere else
that trouble happened.  My grandma always thought I was having wicked
thoughts when we took our bath at her place.  When my parents went on
"vacation", at least that is what they called it, we stayed at a neighbor's.
  This was even before the youngest two were born.  We shared a tub with the
neighbor boy, at least we did the first night.  After that, I got to take my
own bath.

That night after we heard about Cousin Buzz, we didn't really know about
lube.  That would have been a much nicer night.  It would be a few weeks
later when we enjoyed a bath that soap became the first lube.  It was like
we found a sex secret.  My brother told me to get on my back and lift my
legs.  I did feel funny as well as vulnerable in that position and it took
several attempts by my brother before I quit letting go of my legs and
squirming out.  It did burn a little as his finger made its way into my
hole.  Once he had his entire finger in my hole, the burning quit and a
unique feeling started to take over.  He moved his finger all over inside of
me.  It felt good but also a little uncomfortable.  It sure wasn't good
enough to make me shoot.  In fact, we saw that my boner had gone down and I
was pretty floppy.

I told my brother that he wasn't anywhere close to the inside end of my dick
and to move around to it.  He twisted his finger around and sure enough he
hit the right spot.  Oh, there was no doubt about it.  He felt it too, he
felt the big lump that felt so different than anything else.  It took about
3 beats of my heart and my boner returned.  A little more finger wiggling
and my boner was as hard as it had ever been.  My laughing was mixed with my
moaning.  I couldn't even stay still on the bed.  I kept dropping my legs
and kicking my brother.  We had to change positions.

I thought I was going to shoot just as my brother pulled his finger out of
my hole.  It felt so empty but still burning and yearning.  I rolled over
and got on my knees.  I pointed my butt to the sky and I could feel my hole
opening and closing just waiting for it to get filled.  I don't think my
brother was intentionally teasing me, I think he actually enjoyed having a
close up view of my hole and seeing the condition it was in.  He finally
slipped his finger back in, no problem getting it in with one smooth motion.
  It took him a little bit to find the right spot.  I don't know what took
him so long to find it, he never did go to it right away.  I never thought
it was that complicated back there.  When he did find the spot, I almost
collapsed right then.  My brother giggled at my pleasure and went to work.

It was really feeling good.  You could have made me do anything in the world
right then.  I was moving my butt around and it got my balls moving and
hitting my legs and the rest of my brother's hand.  At one point, my brother
stopped and said that I was leaking.  It sure wasn't piss and it wasn't cum
either.  It was the first time I had ever seen precum, and it was good.
When my brother started moving his finger again, he slid in another finger.
Now both fingers were working.  My heart was pounding, I was breathing hard,
I was slobbering and my mouth was dry at the same time.  It got to feel like
I was shooting over and over and over.  It got so intense that I got begging
my brother to stop for a second.  I couldn't let him stop, it was like I had
the worst case of blue balls I could imagine.

I asked my brother to keep going and it didn't take long before I was
begging for another time out.  When my brother started up again, he had no
intention of stopping again.  I asked, I begged, I pleaded, and then just
let go and got caught up in it all.  I had never yelled, maybe a few grunts
and groans when I shot before but I was in the middle of primeval screams
when I felt my dick start to shoot out cum, rope after rope.  I had never
felt anything that intense.  I was sure that I squirted out every bit of cum
in my body that night.

I collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath and unable to move.  My
brother uncharacteristically lovingly and gently rubbed my back and buns.
In his voice was a sense of awe and pleasure.  It was like he was actually
happy for me.  As I lay there, I would get additional twinges going through
my body.  I couldn't tell if I was shooting any more but it sure did feel
good.  I would have slept there the rest of the night without moving.

My brother got off the bed and I could hear him washing his hand.  I could
feel a large wet puddle of cum underneath me.  I was sure I made a big mess
in my bed.  At least it was my bed that night.  The five of us shared two
bedrooms.  From night to night, we would move around the beds.  Most of the
time we stayed in our own beds but sometimes it was easier to just take the
nearest empty bed, or accommodate guest.  We did have some school friends or
neighbors who would sleep over.  And there were just some nights that we
doubled up, sometimes for warmth, sometimes out of brotherly friendship, and
sometimes just because it felt good.  My next to the youngest brother would
crawl into my bed when he was having a rough time handling the world or just
needed to feel me next to him.

I had intended on returning the favor to my brother, as soon as I could
move.  When my brother crawled back into bed with me, I asked him for a
little bit of time.  I didn't move.  I could tell he was starting to jack
off next to me.  The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the morning.  I
was sleeping on top of the bed, no sheet on top of me.  My dick and pubes
were stuck to the sheet underneath me and my butt was covered in the dried
cum of my brother.

It was when my uncle woke me up by saying that I shouldn't keep my butt up
in the air like that, he might just have to come fuck my boy pussy.  There
was enough noise going on in the house that I knew it was time for my
parents and uncle to get out to go to work.  My legs were still folded
underneath me.  I did have my morning wood.  My butt hole didn't feel as bad
as I thought it would.  It did feel like the opening had been scraped with
some sandpaper.

I was standing by the bed when I heard the door close and the adult's cars
all leave out together.  I was hoping that some sense would enter my head as
I stood there.  The sex and the beer from the night before had left a hazy
cobweb in my brain and it was taking awhile for it to start churning out
actual thought.  I looked down at my brother sleeping.  He was on his back
and the sheet just covering his middle.  His boner was clearly tenting out
the sheet, and one hand was sunk in his underwear.  He always slept like
that, with one hand in his pants.  He really got kidded about it when he
fell asleep on a school bus.

I didn't bother to put on any clothes, not even my underwear, as I went out
to the kitchen.  I had to have something to drink, it was like I had
swallowed a bag of cotton.  It wasn't all that unusual for us to run around
the house naked after our parents had gone to work.  We didn't take it to
the extreme but when you don't really use doors on bedrooms and bathrooms,
the short hall to the living room and kitchen didn't matter that much.

I walked back to my room, feeling the dried cum on my butt and in my pubes.
I saw my brother start to move around.  He stretched out, pulled his hand
out of his underwear and growled.  When he saw me standing at the doorway,
he motioned me over to his bed.  I sat down and he smiled and said that I
had wimped out on him the night before.  I apologized and he was really nice
about it.  He said he could tell that I was gone after I shot.  He said his
turn was coming, there was no way I was getting out of it.  All we had to do
was get rid of the younger boys.  Before my older brother got completely out
of bed, our middle brother was up and running out of the house.  He was
dressed in red gym shorts and not much more.  He was headed to play whatever
game he and his friends could get started.

We woke up the youngest two, made them put on shirts and gave them a few
dollars so they could go to the 7-11 and buy breakfast sandwiches for
themselves.  We told them to stay at the playground at the other end of the
street until we got up to get them.  It was a pretty sad excuse for a
playground, just some things to climb on and a couple of swings that still
worked.  It wasn't all that much safer to send out a couple of young boys by
themselves as it is now but we all thought they were tough enough to take
care of themselves.

It wasn't long after we had them out of the house, the youngest still
rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, that we got after it.  While my boner had
relaxed a little after I pissed, it was back up and as hard as ever.  My
brother made me pull his underwear down and off.  Then he grabbed me by the
butt and got me on my bed.  He got in front of me and bent over.  It was a
little shocking to me when I saw his bright red pucker of a hole staring
right at me.  I got thinking that in all my 13 years, I had never actually
seen that hole, especially not that close up.  I was just staring at it when
I heard my brother tell me to go slow when I pushed in.  I got thinking why
it hurt so much the night before, I could barely tell where the actual hole
was and I didn't think I could ever get my finger in there.  Although, I
also thought about the size of his turds that he was so proud of.  He would
make me or one of the other brothers come into the bathroom and make us look
at the size, color, or quality of certain turds.  It was sort of amazing but
also gross, which wasn't all that bad at that age.

With his hole staring right at me, he told me that he had tried to do it
himself the night before and just couldn't reach, or find, the right spot.
He said he finally had to just jack off.  I told him thanks for that and
patted my butt where his cum had dried.  He laughed and said something about
it not being the first time.  That got me thinking about some things in the
past.  I thought I had cum one time while asleep, now I was thinking it was
him.  One morning I thought I found dried ice cream that had spilled and
dried on my chest.  And one morning when my belly button was wet.

I was almost mad enough to get up and leave him hanging with his butt in the
air.  Then I thought about how good and wicked it felt the night before.
His hole felt so strange when I put my finger on it.  It was soft and warm
but hard and tightly closed under the skin.  Then the tip of my finger broke
through, it was barely the tip when my brother was telling me to go slow.
Any slower and I would have been pulling it out.  I pushed my finger in and
each time a knuckle would go in, he would tell me to go slow.  I was finally
in enough that I could wiggle my finger inside of him.  I loved how warm and
soft it felt, I was also pleased that I didn't stick my finger right it the
middle of one of his giant turds.

With my finger all the way in his hole, I let it sit still for only a little
bit when I went for the good spot.  I knew I hit it just from the feel but I
was sure when my brother gasped and came almost completely off my bed.  I
was really enjoying seeing him move around.  I felt like I had such power
over him and it was all making him feel good.  And all it took was one hand,
really just one finger.  My other hand was attached to my own dick, doing a
little stroking.  My finger and his body got into a great rhythm.  I went
looking and feeling for the precum that I was expecting to come out of his
dick.  I sure wasn't disappointed, I reached out and let the string of clear
precum twist around my hand.

As I was doing that, my brother begged me for a time out.  I knew what he
was feeling, so I stopped and pulled out of his hole.  I put my head on the
bed and looked between his legs to talk to him.  His dick and balls and face
were all in my line of sight as we discussed just how good it was feeling.
When I thought he had enough time, I put my finger right back into him.  It
didn't take anytime to start rubbing on the spot.

It just a few minutes, I felt his hole clamp down hard on my finger, then
his whole body tense up, the start to shake.   I heard him gasp and felt his
cum flow through his dick.  He shot about 5 more times before he kicked his
legs out and fell on my bed.  My finger was still in his hole as the lay
motionless.  As I tried to pull my finger out, he started to laugh and
squirm.  He pulled me down to him and we were laying there face to face.
The beds were small, we had to get 2 or 3 into each room and still be able
to get to the closet.  A whole lot of our bodies were touching.  I could
feel wet cum on my dick.  With our faces just inches apart, we seriously
compared our experience and just how great it felt.  We agreed that it would
not be the last time either.

In the next few weeks, we made it a regular exercise, mostly during the
middle of the day when we could get alone in the house.  At least twice
during those weeks, we both got so horny that we went out to where we
normally shot jack rabbits and stripped down behind some bushes and helped
each other out.  Before the year was out, I passed on the experience to my
next to the youngest brother, and my older brother taught our youngest.
While they couldn't cum, they still seemed to enjoy it.  It did take three
fingers from my younger brother to do me any good.

We mostly kept this secret but there was a school trip that it was almost
exposed to almost everyone.  Our school was about as poor as we were and
that meant our hotel during the trip was the other school's gym floor.  All
the boys slept in the boys gym.  It was still early in the morning, the
lights were still out.  I got woken up when one of the other boys stepped on
me and then my brother on his way to the bathroom.  I really think he was on
his way to jack off before everybody else woke up.  That boy woke up a few
more and they started running back and forth to the bathroom.

My brother rolled over next to me.  He worked his hand into my sleeping bag,
really just a couple of folded old blankets.  I spread my legs, pulled down
my underwear, and knew where he was going.  That morning I was either going
to have to go jack or let him get me off, this seemed like a whole lot
easier and enjoyable way.  Well, he was well on his way to making me cum
when the teachers thought it was time to get up.  The lights in the gym
slowly started to come to life.  Some boys were crawling out of there bags,
I could see several boners poking out the front of their underwear or jeans.
  Some were cool and stayed bent over so they could hide their boners but I
swear that every boy in the room had a boner that morning.

I really couldn't move.  When they yelled at me to get up and to wake up my
brother, I said I was on my way.  The biggest asshole of our entire class
spoke up and announced that the reason I didn't get up was that I had a
boner.  That got people giggling and the teacher saying that it didn't
matter, that I had to get up anyway.  I promised that as soon as I got my
brother out, I meant up, I would get up and going.  He started laughing and
started really fingering my spot hard and fast.  I coated the inside of
sleeping bag with cum.  A few seconds later, I was pulling up my underwear
and getting up.  Thankfully, the teachers made us all take showers before
going out that morning.

While it was that split second when lightning hit Cousin Buzz determined the
rest of his life, it was hearing his story that set the course of my sexual
being.  It was little and big things like that which I can look back on and
realize how they steered me to where I am, or where I'm heading.


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