Date: Mon, 06 Jun 2011 02:36:42 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Growing Giant Mushrooms

			  GROWING GIANT MUSHROOMS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     "He's doing what?" Brett said scornfully.
     "He's growing giant mushrooms in the basement." I said.
     "Mushrooms?"
     "Yeah, he got the idea off an advertisement in one of those comic
books he's been reading." I said. "A summer project, a way to make
money. He raises giant mushrooms in the basement and can sell them for
money."
     "You got to be joking!"
     "Hey, you asked me where my little brother was and I told you." I
supplied. Brett was sitting on Mark's bed while I sat on mine to talk, that
was how the whole conversation came up. "He's down there now, in
fact. Practically lives down there after class."
     "A hide-out." affirmed Brett. "Mushrooms can't take that long to
raise. I think the whole shtick about growing them is that they don't take
any effort."
     "I think you're right." I agreed. I hadn't thought about it, but don't
you just plant mushrooms, water them now and then and that's it, they grow
from decaying wood.
     "I bet the little bastard has his stash down there."
     "He's not growing those kind of mushrooms."
     "I wasn't talking 'shrooms." Brett waved a hand in dismissal. "I mean
a stash of porn."
     "Aw, come on!" I said. "Mark's what, thirteen now?" He was almost
exactly three years younger than me. Brett was a bit older than me, he'd
just turned seventeen. I was still sixteen.
     "That's when you start getting hold of it." Mark said. "You slip into
a bookstore and slip it into your shirt and sneak out. Or you buy it with
your new baseball mitt." He cocked an eye at me, and I followed his eyes
after that over to Mark's desk. At the old baseball mitt he used for
baseball. Mom and Dad had bought him a new one at our mutual birthday party
(mine had been on Saturday and his on the following Monday, so they'd
combined it into one part on Sunday) about two months ago. I'd hated that,
as you can imagine, but it did get me more relatives in and a few more
presents, so I guess it evened itself out).
     "Mark lost his baseball mitt." I said uncomfortably.
     "How often did you really lose stuff when you were a kid. Stuff you
care about, I mean."
     I squirmed. "Okay, so maybe Mark has some porn down there."
     "Bet we could catch him down there stroking his monkey."
     I smirked at that. "Maybe."
     "When was the last time you caught him jerking off in this bed?"
     "About as long ago as he lost his baseball mitt."
     "So let's go down and catch him in mid-jerk." Brett heaved his rather
ample body off the bed. Brett was on our football squad, a rather
formidable lineman for his age. He was a cinch for a football scholarship
when we graduated, and it wasn't a good idea for even his friend like me (I
was a running back, smaller muscles and more agile. Brett plowed at the
defensive line, I aimed more to jump over or around them), so I went along
with him. Hell, you don't pass up a chance to embarrass your kid brother,
and maybe he did have a supply of porn and I could borrow it. My own supply
wasn't that large, I didn't like risking being caught at the stores as that
could get me kicked off the team. I'd "lost" my Gameboy last year, that had
gotten me five really X-rated magazines, but looking at those for about a
hundred times had take the edge off them. Maybe the squirt had new ones.
     We went down, and Mark did have mushrooms growing, but then, I'd
already known that. He had sold some to Mom and the neighbors, made a good
bit of change out of it, even. Not a lot; I mean, how many mushrooms do you
need, after all?
     Mark had tented off a part of the basement with plastic from floor to
ceiling, and they were misted over with the high humidity of Mark's
mushroom farm. Inside that (Brett and I walked in without announcing
ourselves of course), the mushrooms were growing in their trays, plastic
things which held several old pillowcases which he'd stuffed with straw and
wetted down, and now were sprouting mushrooms in various stages of
development. But where was Mark; I knew he was down here?
     I was ready to call out for him, or tell Brett he wasn't here (I'm not
sure which) when Brett, who had gone the other way around the trays, said,
"Whatchya doin', squirt?"
     And Mark yowped, and I made it around the trays and saw him. Brett was
to one side, Mark was sitting on an old chair there with his pants around
his ankles and his still little-boy wienie in his hand. And a magazine in
the other, one of three he had there, the other two were on the floor next
to Brett. Mark was skinny as all get out, his body had just begun to shoot
upwards like it does at taht age, and he had gone up but not out, almost
skeletal in his frame, with his dirty-blond hair and so-innocent-looking
face. Picture a thirteen-year-old Keanu Reeves with blond hair and you'll
be close enough to my little brother. A little older and he'd fill out into
a normal-looking guy-next-door like I had, the blond hair turning light
brown, the face filling out, the body as well, maybe he'd get some muscles
on there as well.
     "Yanking the old chain, eh?" Brett sneered at Mark. "Got some of the
good stuff there, have you?"
     "What the shit!" I exclaimed. While Brett had been looking at Mark,
I'd been looking at the magazines. Remember, I had hoped to be able to
borrow them, I'd seen Mark's wiener way too often, and even seen him
jerking it more than once. You can't share a room with your little brother
and not see that. Or get seen doing that.
     But these magazines. They weren't pictures of guys and girls having
sex. Or even of girls. They were...guys!
     "You got magazines of guys?" Brett had noticed it, too." He reached
for the one in Mark's hand, Mark jerked it away from him before he could
grab it. Brett just reached down and picked up one on the floor.
     "Get out of here!" Mark yelped. "Leave me alone. Hey, those are mine!"
     "You jerk off to pictures of guys doing it?"
     "Leave me alone!"
     "You think it's sexy to see a guy with another guy's cock in his
mouth?"
     "Get out of here! Those are mine!" Mark turned to me. "Dan, make him
give them back!"
     "You're...you're gay?"
     "Your little brother's a faggot, Danny!" was Brett's judgment.
     "Get out of here!" Mark said helplessly.
     "He's been growing mushrooms down here, all right!" Brett hooted
suddenly as the joke occurred to him. "Bet he's been bringing lots of
buddies down here and making their mushrooms grow!"
     "I have not!" Mark denied. He'd given up on getting us out of here, he
had stood up and bent over to pull his trousers up, but Brett extended a
foot which landed on the jeans and held them down.
     "You mean you ain't even sucked on a big, long, hard one?" Brett
cupped his basket, Mark, looking up, was right at it. His eyes fixed on
that big hand at Brett's crotch and his eyes widened.
     "Nu-uh!"
     "No?" Brett seemed astonished by this, cast a quick sidewise look at
me. "Not even your big brother? Maybe at night, when he's asleep?"
     "He's never done anything like that!" I scoffed, but then I saw the
look on Mark's face. "You did!" I practically shrieked!
     "Just once." Mark babbled out. "You had kicked your covers off and you
had it all hard and were snoring and I...."
     "You freaking faggot!" I yelled at him and he cringed.
     "Did you come in his mouth?"
     "No! I didn't even know he did it!" I snapped.
     "You liked what it tasted like, did you?" Brett said. "Bet you dream
about that, don't you?"
     Mark was silent.
     "That's what I thought. Well, then, Mark, have I got a nice surprise
for you. You like giant mushrooms, well, here's a giant mushroom just for
you." And Brett was undoing his jeans.
     "Hey, Brett, this is getting weird." I protested.
     "He sucks your dick at night while you sleep and you call this weird?"
     "I didn't know he'd been doing that."
     "Only once!" Mark put in again.
     "That's what you say. I bet he was doing it every night." Brett said
as he shucked his jeans down his thick legs. Under that was a pair of
briefs, red with white seams. And bulging out that was a raging
erection. Mark goggled at it and gave up any pretense of protest. "You
really want to get your lips around that, don't you, runt?" Brett said as
he gripped his briefs' bulge and waggled it.
     "Yes." Mark's voice barely made it past his lips.
     "What was that?"
     "Yes." he said stronger.
     "I can't hear you."
     "I want it. Please!"
     "Oh, my God!" my voice was a whisper, albeit a hoarse one.
     "Want to lock your lips around a real giant mushroom, don't you?"
     "Yes. Please!"
     "Say 'Please let me suck your cock, Brett.'" Brett taunted him.
     "Please let me suck your cock, Brett."
     "You hear that, Dan? Your little brother wants to suck my cock. Shall
I let him do it?"
     Right then, I realized I had a real hard boner in my trousers. It was
jutting out hard against the denim and I just hoped it wasn't
visible. "Sure, go ahead. Let him suck on it. Maybe then he'll leave me
alone at night."
     "Okay, then, since Dan wants you to do it, I'll set you suck on it."
And Brett reached into those briefs and took out...a monster!
     "My God!" I gasped out. I'd seen it soft, but that hadn't prepared me
for this sight. Nine inches of thick, hard, uncut dong, it arced out from
his body like a huge brown serpent, the head peeking out from under the
hood with one malevolent eye. Upon that eye a tear formed, grew, and Brett
milked his pud down and the tear formed into a drop.
     Mark watched this and as the drop stretched out and reached toward the
ground, he gave a small groan and lurched forward and caught it.
     "Good boy, good, that's a good little cocksucker. You ready to take
the rest of it now?"
     "Yeahhhhh!" Mark sighed and I watched as my little brother opened his
mouth and slid it over that huge pud. Watched as he pushed about half of
that thick length into himself and then closed and pulled back slowly, a
sheen of saliva in its wake.
     I felt myself breaking out into a sweat. It wasn't that hot in the
mushroom area, but he had the humidity way, way up, downright
swamp-like. Mushrooms grow best in warm (but not hot) damp conditions, in
their beds of wet, decomposing straw under fluorescent lights. They need
light to grow toward, but nothing more than that, they are pale,
bulb-tipped things that stood up in bent-shafted pride in their trays. All
around me were small, white representations of hard dicks, that was all I
could see here, not fungi, but raging male hormones.
     Mark moved forward and back on Brett's dong again and Brett
moaned. "Yeah, that's a good little cocksucker all right. Dan, you been
keeping this secret from me. Best pair of lips I've had and that includes
quite a few girls." Brett had always claimed to be sexually active for the
last two years, and with his body, I wasn't inclined to doubt it. Me, I was
still at the touch-and-grin stage, and the girls seemed to pick up on the
insecurity, back away and shrug off my hand on their shoulder before it
could slide down onto their chests.
     So I was watching while a huge football stud was bending his hips
forward to send that monstrous prick down my brother's throat. Now his cock
was a silver-coated shaft of steel that gleamed and begged for attention. I
found myself vaguely jealous of my little brother, he was getting into
this, making eager grunts as he slurped and slathered his mouth juices over
this majestic dong!
     "Aw, man!" I groaned. "God, yeah, suck that dick, suck it!" My hand
went to my groin and I rubbed at it, grunting myself as I watched this huge
stud use my brother's mouth.
     Brett looked over and his cocky grin was infectious. "Hey, Dan, get
over here and try this out while you're conscious for a change!"
     My legs moved themselves, I just went along for the ride. My hands
moved themselves, and as I reached them, my fingers began to undo my own
pants, unzipping the fly and pushing the soft dark brown denim aside to
make a white "V" of my briefs.
     "Come on, Mark, suck it harder, I'll squirt and then you can give your
brother some attention."
     I shuddered and began to fight my pants down. My cock was hurting,
confined as it was, it burst free with a slash of clear precome that
slapped out and landed on Brett's leg.
     "Man, your brother is hot!" was Brett's only comment. "I think you'd
better try to take care of both of us at once. Would you like that, you
horny cockpig? You want to suck on two cocks at once, mine and your
brother's?" Brett looked at me, looking stupified. "Slide in next to me,
Dan, give him a ride."
     So I stepped up next to Brett and my dong, an inch shorter and a lot
skinnier, and cut. Mark looked at it, up at me, and I nodded, and that was
all the permission he needed. Mark, my thirteen-year-old brother, plunged
onto my cock and took an amazing length of it on the first lunge, I felt
the glans strike the back of his throat, bend down and slide downwards. He
reached the tips of my pubic hairs before he stopped and held it there!
     "Oh, God!" I moaned and I think I would have fallen down if Brett's
arm hadn't come around my shoulders and help hold me upright.
     Mark moved with the smooth ease that only desire can provide, he
wanted my cock, he wanted it so bad he didn't even gag with it driven down
his throat, he just coated it with hot, gray spit and my organ wailed out a
symphony of ecstasy as he moved upon it.
     "Oh, God, God, yeah, uh, yeah, uh!"
     "Me, again." Brett ordered. "Suck mine again now. I want Dan and me to
come about the same time. Can you do that, cocksucker, can you make us both
come at the same time?"
     "I'll try." Mark promised, and worked on Brett's dong again. When he
had Brett moaning and that huge pud humming, he returned to mine, and one
slight hand and arm worked Brett's prick. Another hand caught mine when he
had me back to the edge of agony and kept me steaming.
     "Ah, aw, shit!" Brett groaned. "I'm about to come! I'm going to cream
in your little brother's mouth, Dan! Going to cream! When I do! Hah! When I
do, you squirt yours all over his face! Yeah, ah, ah, ah!"
     Mark's response was to speed his hand up on my prick while his lips
squelched and slorched over Brett's sturdy schlong, and Brett gave a
gurgling sound and then my little brother was gurgling and choking on the
hot load that Brett was pumping down his gullet. Even if Brett hadn't
ordered it, I couldn't have held back at that sight, I moaned and my pud
exploded, spewing my load all over Mark's face. That sweet,
innocent-looking face, moaning over a cock spraying jism down his throat,
now had it plastered on the outside as well. A wad hit his nose and a
bubble blew and popped in it immediately, then come was sucked inside it
and that threw him off stride and he coughed, spraying Brett's jizz back
out onto his cock and it landed on me as well, and the nexus of the three
of us was an explosion of come flying in all directions at once. My jizz
dripped off onto Brett's dong and when Mark finished catching himself, he
sucked it clean, drinking both our come down at once.
     "Ah, hah, hah, damn, hah!" Brett gasped. "Fucking hot, man, fucking
hot!"
     "Yeah, hot!" I panted, my chest heaving hard. "Shit, man, so hot!"
     "You are so damned lucky, Dan." Brett moaned. "Your little brother
sucking your dick every night. And you never told me!"
     "I didn't!" I said, still breathing heavy. "But he's getting it every
night from now on, that's for fucking sure!"
     "Aw, man!" Brett sobbed. "I got to have it some more. I'm coming by
every day this summer!"
     "We'll get caught if you do!" I cautioned him. "Mom's going to want to
know why you're coming by so much."
     "I'll just tell her I'm buying mushrooms from him. I bet she'll lead
me down here to where he is, usher me in so he can suck me off."
     "She's going to wonder about you buying so many mushrooms." I
predicted.
     "Not if I'm not the only one."
     "Huh?"
     "You think you're the only one who needs to blow his wads now and
then?" Brett declared. "I got plenty of buddies on the football team who'd
love for this little skank to suck them dry. He's going to get plenty of
people wanting his mushrooms when I spread the word around. He'll have
lines up the stairs waiting for him to help them with those giant
mushrooms. They can buy some to take home with them, that'll keep your mom
from figuring things out, you see?"
     Mark gave his opinion of that. "Cool!"
     I wondered just how much business in "giant mushrooms" Mark was going
to get after Brett did the advertising. Maybe if he got too busy, he could
hire me on as a helper for the summer! I sure would mind helping Brett with
that mushroom in his pants, myself!

				  THE END
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