Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 07:28:43 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "My Grubby Big Brother" Part 2

Several kind readers wrote me and suggested that I do not end this story
with that one installment.  So lovers, here it is!

Johnny and I did not have another session.  There was no ass play as
promised.  He continued to keep his grooming up and I wondered if that was
for me.  Even his coveralls were washed each night and he left in clean
ones for the body shop.

He didn't ignore me completely.  He now adopted a kind of amused big
brother attitude.  He whistled if my ass was exposed and pinched me in the
bathroom a couple of times but no real sex.  Once the genii was out of the
bottle I my lust for Johnny was like a fever.

About two days later he asked me if I would like to meet some of the guys
at his job.  I said OK but pictured these overweight middle-aged types you
usually see in a body shop.  Was I surprised?

"Hey guys, this is my little brother Jeff."

Yep, there were some long low whistles.  What have we here? I thought.  Is
this the gay garage?

I looked around.  Near the front of the shop I shook hands with a shy guy,
Billy, who wiped his hands on his pants before shaking.  I liked Billy's
looks.  I really liked them and I guess I held his hand too long while
another guy near by hooted.  Billy was short, about 5'6".  He looked about
fourteen but I learned later he was eighteen.  His dirty blond hair hung
over his pale blue eyes, that coupled with his baby, pouty lips, you had a
combination of innocent sexiness that made my thighs warm.

I turned to the guy, who had hooted about my slathering looks at Billy,
came over to meet me.  Wes was his name, ass must have been his game.  Do
you ever notice how some guys asses look in coveralls?  He had those
sticking out perky and flesh shelf with a hollow at the back of the waist.
Always a turn on for me on the guys at my high school.

"So you're the baby brother who turned Johnny into a hot item.  He used to
be the one we stepped around to avoid the smell.  Now he is a daisy."  He
grabbed my hand and also my lower arm.  Billy was the affectionate type.  I
like that too.  This visit to the job was opening up a whole new world for
me.  Should I give up my academic plans to become a medical scientist and
go in for body work?  Those bodies I saw here need a bit of my working
them.

I think I was breathing a little strongly as if I had been jogging instead
of ogling.  Johnny was at my elbow talking.  I shook myself out of my sex
fog and asked him to repeat.  "Billy invited Wes and me and now you, you
hot shit to a beer party at his uncle's cabin tomorrow night.  Can you make
it."

"I can make it and I hope I get maked."  My English was going south with
all this male pulchritude.

Johnny and I showered together the night of the beer bust.  We were both
hot and had pulsating stiffies, but we restrained ourselves, saving our
spooge for the party.

Johnny parked his truck next to one other in front of the dimly lit cabin.
As soon as we opened the door the smell of beer from the giant keg and what
was spilled on the floor and emitted from the mouths of the drunken duo
there.  Wes was dressed in a pair of denim shorts, his chest bare.  He had
a pair of terrific legs, fuzzy with brown hair over great calf muscles and
mighty thighs.  His shorts showed his perky ass to perfection.  He weaved
over to me and put his arm on my shoulder. He sniffed my face, that almost
make me shoot while I was still soft.  (I know you have had that happen.)
"Shave lotion?  For us?  How sweet!"  He then told me to lift my arms.  He
grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it off in one motion.  "Wow!  Nice chest!
Nice tits and pits!"  I guess I blushed.

I looked across the room.  There was Johnny wasting no time.  His pillow
lips were pressed against shy Billy's lips.  In a moment they put their
arms around each other and Billy was not too shy to reach around and
squeeze Johnny's muscular ass.

They parted, both puffing and hot faced.  I put my arms around both of
them, kissed Billy on the cheek and slipped my hand up his T-shirt and
caressed his nipples.  I paused a moment and said to big brother, "Do you
mind sharing a bit?"

"No knock yourself out.  I'm going to roll some joints."

During the next hour we slowly got down to our under shorts, except for
Johnny who didn't have any on.  "I want to be up and ready," he had said
giggling.

The shit was the most powerful I had every smoked.  I was nicely tucked
into a warm place, my cock at continuous erection.  Wes came over to me.
He had on low rise black briefs.  His prominent cock showed he was half
hard as it lay sideways the tip almost showing above the elastic.  I
reached out a lazy hand and stroked him.  "Ah, that's good.  Keep going,
Jeffy."

I uncovered the monster.  It was a beauty.  Long foreskin completely
covered the glans, making a sleek perfectly faultless tube.  But my
continued stroking proved that he had more to give as the head pushed out,
moist and red.

He pushed his hips forward toward me.  "Let's get this party really
started.  Lick it, kid."

'Kid?'  Ridiculous, I was only two years younger than he was.  But being an
obedient boy I stuck out my tongue.  I think he liked that because he moved
closer and I could see he had put his eyes skyward in pleasure.  So I
licked again.  Now we had sex lift off as he began moaning softly.  I took
the shaft into my watering mouth and held it there without moving.  "Oh,
Oh," he cooed, "Take it.  Make me cum."

I opened my mouth and my throat muscles.  I was going to give him a real
thrilling suck.  I put my hands on his hard muscular ass and pulled him
toward me.  With a great sigh he entered my hot mouth.  Then I pushed
forward and his whole cock slipped down my throat.  This really set him
off.  He began moving his hips in a fuck motion and moaning loudly.  I
became aware that Johnny and Billy were moving closer to my line of sight.

"That's my little brother," Johnny said proudly to Billy.  He has real
talent.  Wes won't last a moment more.  Look at him.  His eyes are rolling
upward.  His mouth is drooling."

I think Billy was catching the passion of the scene.  He shucked his shorts
with pictures of little devils.  He grabbed his dick and began rubbing it
slowly.  I could hear his deep breathing from where I was, busy bringing
Wes to heaven.

Billy came closer.  He rubbed my back with his hot hand.  Then reached in
front and began flicking my nubs.  I was panting around Wes's cock from the
attention.  Billy's ass was in the air and Johnny moved in.  He positioned
his cock and entered the target area.  As his big head slipped in Billy
cried out in surprise, then ecstasy.  The room was noisy.  Billy crying out
as his hot button was being passed over and over by my brother's cock, Wes
moaning and speaking gibberish and dripped spit on my face as I continued
deep throating him.  Then there was a humming of pleasure.  That was me as
I happily worked on Wes.

Soon Wes stopped moving.  He cock grew stiffer and larger.  His knees
sagged.  I help him up by his excellent ass.  Then it was as if his cock
drew in and then elongated.  At the same time he began spewing and spewing
into my mouth.  I held him tightly as he mewed and bucked.

Around that time Billy unexpectedly shot a stream of cum right at me as he
climaxed without touching himself, just from being fucked.  Good old Johnny
was right behind.  I know my brother, he practically passes out from his
cum.  He fell over Billy's back and crowed and grunted like he was about to
vomit.  What a guy!

In about a few minutes we were all back to drinking beer and Johnny was
lighting "J's" for us.

They all looked at me.  "Hey," someone said.  Jeff hasn't come."  They all
echoed "Terrible, what will he think of us?"

The three guys grabbed me.  Billy had my legs and Wes my head.  Johnny
reserved my prick for himself.  Billy sucked on my toes.  I had never had
something like this done to me.  It was almost as good as a blow job.  Wes
turned my face toward him and stuck out his tongue.  He forced it between
my lips and moved it in and out like a fuck job.  Meanwhile Johnny had my
half hard cock between his lips, his tongue moving around the head.  He
took my balls in his hand and tenderly stroked them, then pulled on them
gently.  I was flying.  A few more minutes of this I began looking for a
place to land.  The cum was rising, my thighs were locked.  I threw my arms
out on either side of me, clutched the fabric of the couch and stopped
fighting.  I let myself cum, my hips rising and falling rapidly.  And then
it hit like an express train.  I think I blacked out a moment.  When I
opened my eyes, there were my pals smiling at me.

"I think the kid had a good time," said Billy.

"Oh yeah," offered Wes.  I think left us for another planet for a moment.

"Was it as good as it looked?" asked Johnny.

I huffed and puffed a bit.  "Naw it stunk.  But keep practicing you guys
until you get it right."

End

Some of this must hit me where I live because I was pretty hard while
writing it.  Hope it gives you a lift and a buzz.  Jay