Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 10:46:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: DRIVING HOME FROM GRANDMA'S

Driving Home from Grandma's

This is a story about an older brother and his twin younger brothers
discovering each other.  If that's not your cup of tea, go read something
else, but always remember – fantasy can be better than real life and
often is.

They were driving home from grandma's house, where they had been stuffed to
the gills with the huge amount of food that she produced whenever her
grandsons were coming to visit.  The boys privately thought that she was
cooking for an entire battalion of soldiers, the way the table groaned, but
grandma was old school, cooked everything from scratch, and knew that the
boys would like everything that she provided.

Matt, who was seventeen, was up front at the steering wheel of the family's
four-by-four, with his little brothers, Jake and Jimmy, in back.  The two
J's, as they were known by everyone who knew them, were eleven-year-old
twins, identical as peas in a pod.  Where Matt was blond, the twins had red
hair, because they had different daddies.  Matt's dad had squirted seed to
create his firstborn son when he was seventeen years old, and Matt's mom
was a cheerleader.  They never did get married, and when Matt was five, his
mom took up with Jake and Jimmy's daddy, who was passing through town as
part of a circus.  He was from Ukraine, muscled beyond muscles as one of
the world's best circus acrobats, and the boys' mom went crazy for him.
The red-headed mountain of strength was back in Kiev by the time the twins
were born, though.  A couple of months after they were born, their mom
called up Matt's daddy and said that enough was enough.  She was moving to
the coast to become an actress, and the boys were his for the taking.  Matt
was six, and the twins were still infants, but Mike Horner took them in.
He was in law school, which took up a lot of his time, but his mother was
entirely prepared to take care of and help to raise her grandchildren even
if privately she did not approve of the fact that the slut, as she always
called the former cheerleader, had fucked around so much.  While Mike was
in law school and for two years after that, when the law firm which
recruited him and offered him a dizzying amount of money, six-figure
signing bonus included, expected him to work 600 hours a week, grandma took
good care of the boys, who grew up smart and active and strong.  Matt was
excited when the twins were old enough to play ball, climb trees and do all
of the other things that hearty young American boys do.  The three brothers
were inseparable.  Matt carried Jimmy home on his arms when Jimmy fell off
a jungle gym and sprained his leg, Jake tailing behind scared out of his
wits that his brother was hurt bad.  The older brother always let the
younger brothers beat him at video games until he discovered that Jake and
Jimmy were developing the seven hands that were needed to push all of those
buttons and move those levers and were good enough to beat him hands down
without Matt needing to hold back.

This evening Matt was in a foul mood.  His girlfriend Amber had texted him
that afternoon to tell him that she was taking up with the captain of the
football team.  Matt himself played on the team as a wide receiver, but
apparently that was not enough for the little cunt.  He knew that Chris
Underwood, the quarterback, was a true god, close-cropped dark hair and
brooding eyes, with a 17-year-old body honed to perfection because of the
many hours that he spent at the gym.  That didn't make him better than
Matt, though, Matt thought.  He thought he looked pretty good in the
mirror, what with the floppy blond surfer hair (not that there was a beach
for surfing anywhere near the Midwest town in which they lived), his big
blue eyes, and what were maybe not Chris Underwood sized muscles, but
weren't anything scrawny either.  Oh, well.  If Amber was a slut, he would
find himself a new girlfriend.  Matt was a senior in high school and had
already been looking for universities where he could study pre-law so that
he could be a lawyer like his dad.  Mike Horner had used his signing bonus
to buy a house for himself and his three boys, half an hour away from
grandma's house, on a big lot with a back yard and a tree for a tree house,
five bedrooms, three bathrooms – the works.  Matt thought that he could
use those kinds of big bucks, too, even though if he had completely been
given his druthers, he would have pursued a degree in acting.  He'd been
taking part in school plays since the fifth grade, tolerating the ribbing
of his fellow football players with good spirits because he enjoyed being
on stage so much.  Well, he thought, there was still time to think about
it, and even if he went to pre-law, he could find a university that also
had a theater department.  Maybe as a minor.

Matt's thoughts about Amber and school were interrupted by a little squeal
from the back seat.  He looked in the rear view mirror.  He could see Jake
sitting there, but he couldn't see Jimmy.  He turned to look over the
headrest, and what he saw almost made him lose control of the car.  Jake
had his jeans and underwear pushed down, and Jimmy's head was in his lap,
moving up and down a little bit.  Jesus on a stick!  Jimmy was giving his
twin brother a blowjob!

"Whatcha you guys doing back there?"

Jimmy's head immediately appeared in the rear view mirror.  "Nothing."
That was the twins' answer to every question of that type.  Poking around
in the cookie jar?  Nothing.  Wrestling around to the point of knocking
over furniture?  Nothing.  Reading comic books instead of doing their
homework?  Nothing.

Matt could hear some rustling from the back seat and guessed that Jake was
pulling his tighty-whities and jeans back up.

"Didn't look like nothing to me," he said, realizing two things at that
very moment: First, he was speeding, so he slowed down.  Second, his dick
was swelling.  Fuck!  Matt was totally into tits and pussy, but all at once
the image of his little brother's dick being boned up ... well, what was
that all about?  Jake and Jimmy getting horny with each other?  Matt
suddenly had an image of the both of them naked in bed.  Naked and with
boners.  Naked and doing things with each other.  He shook his head to
clear the sudden cobwebs and felt his heart thumping in his chest.

"Looked to me like you were having some fun," he said.  The twins giggled.

"What do you think we were doing?"  That was Jimmy, who was seventeen
minutes older than his brother and took the lead on everything.  If medals
were awarded for being a smartass, Jimmy would have a closetful of them.

"Looked to me like you were sniffing your brother," Matt said and was
rewarded by another round of giggles.

"He wasn't sniffing, he was ..."  There was the sound of a thunk in the
ribs and then an oof, followed by a hiss: "Why'd you do that?"

"It's OK," Matt said, realizing that yeah, it was actually OK that his
brothers knew what to do with their dicks.  Matt hadn't figured out how to
use his five fingers on his turgid shaft to rub out an orgasm until he was
nearly thirteen.  He'd been whaling away at himself ever since,
particularly on those evenings when prissy girls let him touch their tits
through their blouses, but never went any further than that.  Matt
sometimes ruefully thought that if balls became blue under such
circumstances, his were dark, dark blue.

There was some furious whispering in the back seat, and then Jimmy said,
"We were just messing around, that's all."

Matt felt himself dripping sweat, and he could hardly control the vehicle.
His cock was trying to stretch out to its maximum seven inches of
nail-pounding bone, but the tight jockstrap that he was wearing was saying
no, take me off first and then you get to the prize.

"You guys think the car is the right place to mess around?"

"Why not?" Jimmy wanted to know.  "It's boring just sitting here."  And
then Jake's voice: "I like it."

"Well, maybe that's the kind of thing you oughta be doing in private," Matt
said.  "You don't want others looking at you when you do it, right?"

"It would be OK if you looked," Jimmy said.  "But you probably don't
wanna."

Matt realized that he did wanna.  He wannaed more than he had wannaed
anything before.

"Well, why don't you guys wait until we get home at least," he said.  "If
you want, I'll watch you then."

This elicited another round of giggles, and then, from Jimmy: "You could
mess around with us, Matt!"

"We'll see," Matt said, thinking to himself that he was turning into a
faggot right then and there, his rocks boiling volcanically at the thought
of his two little brothers putting their dicks in each other's mouths.
Matt had seen snippets of gay porn on the Internet, never meaning to and
never looking, but he had at least seen what it looked like for one dude to
suck another dude.  He had never thought about doing it himself, but now...

Matt looked in the rear view mirror again, and once again there was Jake,
his head thrown back on the seat, his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging
open, with no Jimmy to be seen.

"Dammit, guys!  I told you this wasn't the place!"

But Jimmy moaned, "But it feels so good, Matt!" It was almost a whine of
the "But I don't wanna go to bed yet!", but this time it was different, the
little red-headed boy's voice a little bit ragged.  Matt could hear soft
slurping sounds.  Oh, fuck!

"Do I have to stop the car?" He realized that he was sounding like his dad
when Mike got irritated at the horseplay in the back of the car.  He bet
that the two little imps back there had never tried to play with each
other's dicks when dad was driving up front, so why were they doing it now
that he was at the steering wheel?

A gas station was up ahead, closed down for the night, but still well lit.
Matt pulled in and killed the ignition.  He unclipped his seat belt and
turned all the way around in his seat.

"Come on, you guys ..."  But then there they were.  Jake naked from the
waist down once again, his smooth little legs visible, and Jimmy busy in
his lap.  Jimmy was still dressed, but he had one hand inside his jeans,
and it was moving more or less rhythmically.  Then Jimmy raised his head to
look at his older brother, some spit dripping down one corner of his mouth,
and there was Jake's little boner, sticking straight up.  Jimmy smiled an
angelic smile, a gap where his last baby tooth had fallen out, and said,
"Can I try it on you?"

Jake's eyes flew open.  "I wanna, too!"

Matt felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, and his
brain was almost frying with the thoughts that were racing through it.
Jake's got a boner!  Jimmy was sucking him!  Jimmy wants to suck me!  What
would it be like to do it to them?  Would it be gross?  What would happen
if they cummed?  Though Matt had squirted a load straight into his face the
first time that he had jacked off at the age of 13, he knew that younger
boys didn't have any cum.  Did they have orgasms anyway?

And so Matt Horner, who had never once in his seventeen years come anywhere
close to touching another guy's dick, opened the door, got out, opened the
back door, and got back in, sitting down next to Jimmy, with Jake on the
other side of the car.  Jake was still sitting there with his pants down
around his ankles, but his little dick was soft now, though still
glistening with what Matt assumed was Jimmy's spit.  To Matt, it was the
most perfect little dick he could imagine, and he suddenly wanted Jimmy to
be blowing his twin brother again, make him squirm with sexy happiness.

But Jimmy had other ideas.  "Can we see yours?", he said.

"See my what?"  Matt was still not sure that he wanted to yank it out, even
though his dick felt like it was going to break in half if he didn't.

"You know," Jimmy said.  "Your wiener!"

Matt almost cracked up at that.  He hadn't referred to his appendage as a
wiener ... well, he couldn't remember the last time that he had done so.
But he unzipped his jeans, fished around inside, and came out with his
cock, which was throbbing in thanks for finally being released from its
mesh prison.

"Wow," he heard his little brother gasp beside him.  "That's really big!"
Jack leaned over his brother's body to get a better look, and Matt saw his
three-inch penis go from zero to sixty all by itself without Jake even
touching it.  Jake was fagging on him!

"Can I touch it?"  That was Jimmy, and he was looking like a boy who has
just seen Santa Claus.  He didn't even wait for an answer, and a small hand
enclosed around the pulsating shaft of Matt's tool.  A thumb touched the
swollen cockhead.

"What's this?"  Jimmy was referring to the liquid that was on his thumb.
"Are you peeing?"

Matt had to grin.  "Nope," he said.  "It's called cum.  Well, precum
actually."

"What's that?" This from Jake.

"Well," Matt said, "it's what ..." oh, how was he going to explain this?
"It's this stuff that older boys have.  You guys are too young to have it."

Jimmy licked his finger.  "It's sort of salty," he reported.  Immediately
Jake reached over to get some of the oozing precum for himself.  "Yeah," he
agreed after giving it a taste.  He had his little boner between two
fingers and was rubbing it rhythmically, his eyes locked on his big
brother's erection.

Jimmy's hand disappeared from Matt's pecker.  He unbuttoned the top of his
jeans, pulled down the zipper, and one quick movement later, he was just as
waist-down naked as his twin was, and his little boner slapped up against
his hairless stomach when it was released from the tighty-whities.  Matt
didn't dare touch his own cock.  He had never been as horny as he was right
then and there, even though he had whacked out a load in the shower that
morning, thinking about Amber but not yet realizing that she was about to
dump his ass.

"Show me what you guys were doing."  On the one hand, seeing the two
perfectly identical boys sitting next to each other, pants down, boners
out, was something Matt realized he could happily look at for a good long
while, but on the other hand ...

Jimmy bent at the waist and put his head back in Jake's lap.  A suckling
sound could be heard, and Jake sighed happily.  His eyes were closed again,
but he was smiling.

Matt didn't even think about it.  He also bent at the waist, and then
Jimmy's little boner was an inch away from his nose.  He smelled soap, but
also something of the muskiness of a boy in heat.  Matt opened his mouth,
and then Jimmy's dong was on his tongue.  It didn't taste of anything, but
Matt thought that it got a little bit bigger.  Maybe that was just his
imagination, but as he closed his lips around the little pinky finger sized
object in his mouth, he was rewarded by a gasp from the boy whose dick was
the first one that he had ever had in his mouth.  It was a happy gasp.
Matt could feel precum streaming out of his swollen cockhead and onto his
muscular thigh.  He knew that a blowjob involved moving your head up and
down, but Jimmy's erection was so small that there was no point in that.
Instead he began to gently suck on the throbbing little member in his
mouth, and immediately Jimmy's breath began to get more ragged as he
continued to slurp on his twin's equally erect and horny little boy penis.
Matt took Jimmy's balls in the palm of his hand.  It was like two small
marbles in a silken bag.

For a couple of minutes nothing happened other than Matt blowing Jimmy and
Jimmy blowing Jake, but then Jake began to breathe more and more heavily,
and a few little squeaks escaped his mouth.

"It's happening," the eleven-year-old breathed.  "It's happening, Jimmy!"
Matt peeked up to see his little brother's whole body tense up for the
blast that was obviously streaming through his sexy little frame.  Jimmy
was still slurping away to beat the band as his twin's balls desperately
tried to find something to ejaculate into his mouth, but couldn't.

A few seconds later, Jimmy raised his head, looked over his shoulder at
Matt and moaned, "Me, too!"  The little boner inside Matt's mouth swelled
up and began to bounce around like a Mexican jumping bean.  Matt could hear
his little brother gasping happily as his body blasted into pieces, or so
it seemed.

When Jimmy could breathe again, he looked at Matt with his big, green eyes
and said, "Can I try it on you?"  Jake began bouncing up and down on the
seat.  "Me, too," he exclaimed.  "Me, too!"  Matt saw the boy's penis
bouncing up and down with the rest of his body and suddenly wanted nothing
more than to get his big teen dick fellated by these two little
rapscallions.

"Get in the middle," Jimmy ordered, and there was a little bit of a
scramble, not made easier by the fact that the three brothers all had their
pants down around their ankles.  Matt didn't even remember pulling his
down, but there it was.

When they were settled, two little hands immediately began to explore the
area between Matt's legs.  He had his brothers' fingers on his low-hanging
balls, there were fingers tracing through his blond pubic hair, and there
were hands all over his cock, which felt better than it had ever felt
before.

And then he felt it.  A warm mouth enclosed over his swollen cockhead, and
a tongue began to lap at it.  Matt almost lost it right there, it felt so
good.  He had never been naked (well, semi-naked) and with a boner in
anybody else's presence before.  Amber would never allow it, saying that
she wanted to be married first, and so he suffered boner-in-jockstrap more
often than he cared to remember.  Back in the day he'd played strip poker
with some of his buddies up in the tree house in the yard, but nobody got a
boner there.  That would not have been cool.  But if Matt was going to get
his first blowjob, he was glad that it was in the family.

Jimmy did his best with the big tool that was in his mouth.  Needless to
say, no more than a couple of inches fit into his slurping orifice, but to
Matt it was just as good as if his little brother's nose had been in his
pubes and his cock had been jammed down the kid's throat.  He could feel
saliva from Jimmy's mouth dripping down the sides of his erection.

On his other side, Jake was watching eagerly.  He had a boner again and was
two-finger masturbating it as he had before.

"Lemme try!"

Jimmy raised his head to look at his brother.  "Let's take turns, OK?"  It
was as if they were talking about a video game.

"I wanna do it now!"

Jimmy sat back up, and Matt could feel a cool breeze on the cock that had
just been sheathed in his little brother's mouth.  Just for a second,
though, because one moment later there it was again – a hot tongue, a
pair of hot lips, a lot of spit.  Now it was Jimmy who was spanking the
monkey and Jake who was doing the sucking.  Not for long, though.  Suddenly
he bent over again, and Matt felt a tongue snake onto his balls and begin
flicking lightly over them.  It was like butterfly wings, and Matt could
hardly contain himself, he felt so sexy and totally on fire.

For the next five minutes, the two little ginger twins took turns suckling
on Matt's big cockhead and licking his engorged balls.  Matt could see that
the two little horndogs had their hands between their legs the whole time,
manipulating fiercely erect boners to make themselves feel like the sexiest
little horndogs in the world.

It was Jake who was on cocksucking duty when Matt knew that he couldn't
hold out any longer.  He had to have an orgasm, and it was going to rock
his world like nothing had ever rocked it before.

He gently raised Jake's head from his lap and said, "I'm gonna cum now,
dudes.  You wanna see how it happens?"

The two twins nodded eagerly and locked their eyes on Matt's dong, which
seemed huge to them.  It didn't take more than about thirty seconds for
Matt's body to catch fire as he massaged his fat cock in one fist and
hefted his weighty balls in the other.  And then there it was.  The orgasm
began somewhere down in his gym shoes, but it raced up to his cock and
balls faster than Michael Schumacher on the Formula One track, and then he
was gasping, he was groaning, his fist was moving at piston hammer speed,
and then Matt Horner gave a roar and let go what seemed to be about four
quarts of cum.  The first couple of splats slathered his face (he couldn't
remember the last time that had happened when he'd been jacking off in
bed), and he got his T-shirt into a huge mess.  He could tell by the
whimpering alongside him that his little brothers were masturbating
themselves to their second dry orgasms of the past twenty minutes.  Matt
thought that his heart was going to explode straight out of his chest, and
he never wanted the orgasm to end.  Just another hour or two or three.

But of course it ended.  And then he heard Jimmy on his right say, "Can I
taste it?" and Jake on his left say "Me, too," as Jake always did when
Jimmy wanted to do something that Jake wanted to do, too.  A finger stroked
across his dripping chin and was licked.  A finger stroked across his
scuzzy T-shirt and was licked.  A few minutes later, Matt's T-shirt was
damp, but with no telltale spooge spots on it, and his face was completely
clean.  When that was done, Matt put a muscular arm around Jimmy's
shoulders and a muscular arm around Jake's shoulders, and drew them in
close.

"I never knew you guys knew how to do that," he said.  "I hope we can do it
again sometime."

And they did.  A couple of hours later, after the twins were long since
supposed to be in bed and asleep, they crept into Matt's bedroom, and it
all started over again.  Only this time the ejaculation went straight into
two open and eager mouths as their owners masturbated themselves to the
orgasms which only young boys in the know can have.