Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2007 21:05:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 3

     My big brother crawled backwards on his hands and knees until he was
sure he couldn't be seen over the edge of the landing, then pushed his
torso backwards over his feet and fell against the wall next to the hallway
entrance. Brad and I weren't sure what he was up to, but we slowly backed
away from the edge ourselves so that we could find out. Shane was all
worked up in a frenzy and was hurriedly unfastening his jeans.

     When we crawled over next to him, he said, "I'm so freaking horny!  If
I don't blow a load, right now, I'm gonna burst!" Just then, he thrust his
thumbs under his waistband and shoved his jeans all the way down around his
ankles. He wasn't lying. His prick looked like it was on fire. The parts
that were normally more flesh-colored than reddish-purple were now bright
red and, needless to say, it was hard as steel.

     "You're gonna jack-off, right here?!?!?" I exclaimed, about as loud as
one can while still whispering. "Are you cracked? What if someone . . .
what if DAD comes up those stairs?"

     "Then, he'll see me yankin' my crank," Shane said frankly before
spitting into his hand and lubing up his quivering rod. He sighed and sunk
deeper against the wall as he began stroking in a rhythm that wasn't very
fast, but was not slow either. "It's not like he's never walked-up on me
jerkin' it before. Besides, one or more of us catch him doing it around
here almost once a day! What makes you think he'd freak out this time?"

     "Cuz we're supposed to be in bed!" Brad hissed at him through gritted
teeth.

     "Dad doesn't care when we go to bed," Shane retorted, beginning to
breathe heavily with his eyes now fixed on the task in his hand. "He just
didn't want us to mess up his party. We didn't." His left hand moved from
where it had been holding the tail of his shirt up down to fondle and
squeeze his nuts. "Now, shut up! Both of ya'. Either let me jack-off in
peace, or get lost!"

     Those moments were few and far between, but my big brother, Shane,
could really make a good point when he wanted. I would be lying if I tried
to say that everything I had seen that night hadn't kept me all boned up.
And although it was kind of frightening, the idea of rubbing one out while
sitting just out of sight in basically the same room with a couple dozen
butt-naked adults, both casually indulging in and basking in the after-glow
of all sorts of hedonistic sexual escapades did make my dick twitch. For
the myriad reasons I could think of not to join Shane, the most persistent
opponent to them was pressing firmly against my zipper refusing to be
ignored. I glanced at Brad who was looking back at me with inquisitive eyes
for an inkling of how to react then turned my head to look back at Shane's
hand which was now flying up and down over his stiffy.

     "Screw it," I said as I hastily ripped open my fly and let my hard-on
jump out. I rose up onto my haunches, pushed my pants and undies over my
knees and let them fall around my ankles. I lowered myself backward against
the wall that met the one Shane was propped up against at a corner. My bare
butt-cheeks sank into the plush carpet and I stretched my feet out until
they touched his. Shane was already well on his way to developing into a
hormonal teenager so his cock was a might more impressive than mine at that
time. It was a bit larger but the most noticeable difference was all the
hair he had sprouted on his ball-sack. Peach fuzz, notwithstanding, my unit
was every bit as plumped and raring to go as his had been. I spit into the
palm of my hand, rubbed it all over my throbbing length and then skipped
right over the work-up into a fierce wanking rhythm that rivaled
Shane's. We sat there, legs splayed, going back and forth between watching
ourselves masturbate and watching each other while Brad fell into his
customary role as "lookout" with his eyes watching intently for anyone who
might come walking up the stairs.

     This was so much hotter than any of the other times we had whipped it
out together. Not only could we still hear the fucky-fucky noises from the
porn on the living room big screen, as well as the random sounds of the few
hardcore party guests that were still going at it, but we had also just
watched a few hours of real-life porn the likes of which few people will
ever experience in their whole lives, let alone in their "tween" years!
The room was still warm from the sexual geotherm and that ever-present
smell still hung in the air. Added to it now were the aroma of sweat from
our own young packages that had been ground into the carpet for over an
hour and the stench of saliva rubbed into skin.

     His vigorous pumping actions slowed to a gentle stroking of his dick
that served to prelude the fact that Shane had something to say. "Hey, I've
got an idea. Do you wanna see what it was like for Dad?"

     "Huh?" I had been pounding my meat so hard I barely noticed that he
had said anything.

     "You know, when him and that other guy both had their dicks in that
lady." My big brother had a weird look on his face like he was about to
dive head-first into a huge ice cream sundae. "I think I know a way we
could try it out. See what it feels like. Here, get up on your knees."

     I was so horned up by this point that I probably would have taken a
header over the railing if someone told me that it might make my cock feel
good. I stopped whacking long enough to lift myself up onto my knees and
wriggle forward until Shane and I were face to face. I couldn't help but
look down at both of our hot rods dangling head-to-head as I asked, "Now,
what?"

     "Like this." Shane reached down to hold his prick straight up in his
right hand and set his left hand flat under the end of my dick and lifted
it up until it was pressing against my belly. He scooted even closer, as if
we were about to hug, then he lowered the tip of my dick against his and
cupped his hands around them both. "Now you wrap your hands around them
too, wherever they'll fit. Our hands will be like the pussy."

     Brad no longer cared about the stairs. His eyebrows were raised to the
point of making his forehead disappear and his right hand had disappeared
down the front of his pants.

     I reached below Shane's hands and tried my best to make a ring around
both our shafts with my fingers. With all twenty of our little fingers
pressing away, our developing members pressed into each other in all the
most sensitive places. When Shane began to move his hips and thrust into
our makeshift fuckhole, I instantly decided that my idiot older brother was
in fact a genius. I was no different than any other horny little boy and,
as I'm sure you know, horny little boys will rub their dicks against
anything they can find. I had grown to be quite the masturbating champ, but
I had never felt anything that even remotely compared to the thrill of this
moment. The more we humped against each others pricks, the harder they got.
The harder they got the harder we squeezed. To keep them out of the way, we
both had our shirts gathered up under our armpits. Frotting each other felt
so good that we pressed harder and harder into it so that soon our hips and
tummies were rubbing together as well.

     I could feel Shane's hot breath in my face and he mine. We leaned our
foreheads together to stop some of the awkwardness of both our heads
flailing about. The feeling of our hot flesh pressing together was so
intoxicating that everything else seemed to fall away. It took me a moment
to snap out of it when I heard Brad's voice say, "What's it feel like? My
turn. I wanna try!!!" We pulled away from each other to see Brad kneeling
next to us, already de-pantsed, cock-in-hand.

     Shane put this hand behind Brad's shoulder and pulled him in closer
saying, "Maybe the three of us can get it going at the same time." Brad
stretched to try and get his woody up even with ours and we all put our
cocks together. Shane reached down and wrapped his hands around as much of
them as he could get before further instructing, "Now Brad, you fix your
hands like mine over that bit that I can't reach and, Cade, you make the
top part." With all of our hands in place, we humped and bumped and tried
to make it work but our arrangement was clumsy and there were too many
hands in the mix. We soon gave up.

     "This isn't working," Shane snarled, pulling away. "Here, this is what
it's like, Brad" He positioned himself in front of our baby brother and
managed to get the both of their dicks swallowed up by just his two hands.

     They pumped away for a few thrusts before Brad got his giggle-box
turned over. "Hee! That feels funny. Hehe."

     "Shh! Quiet, Fartknocker," I threatened in a hushed tone before I
thumped Brad square in the forehead.

     "Ouch! You didn't have to thump me, Butthole!" Brad seethed.

     "Let us do it, Brad. Cade and I know how to do it right," Shane said
to avert a temper tantrum. I moved over against the wall, where I had been
previously seated, so that Shane could kneel in front of me and we could
really go at it without chance of being seen from the party guests below.
He moved over to meet me and Brad sat on his feet where Shane had been
sitting and jerking off earlier. Shane had enough screwing around. I could
tell he wanted . . . needed to nutt and nutt hard. In a flash, he was
pressed up against me again and he had both of our hands in place. He rest
his forehead against mine and started humping away. It wasn't long at all
before that unbelievable frottage sensation had a hold of both of us. The
better it felt, the harder we thrust. The harder our dicks thrust between
our fingers the more we squeezed. Pretty soon our hips were grinding into
each other and our whole bodies were pressed together. Having our foreheads
together kept us too far apart so we let them slide past to where our
shoulders met. Our necks became entwined and, as our hands were occupied,
we pressed the back of our heads together for leverage to pull into one
another.

     Our hearts raced and our skin was on fire. Each thrust sent a tingling
sensation that danced over my dick and sent a shock through the rest of my
body. At times I thought I might pass out. It became harder to breathe and,
the more we got into it, I began to miss inhalations entirely causing me to
gasp for air. I didn't know how much longer I could keep it up, but I
didn't have to wait to find out. Something suddenly went through Shane like
a lightening bolt. He rared back and pushed me up against the wall. I
rolled back over my feet so that my toes were pointed into the floor and
the soles were flat against the baseboard. I sort of sat on my heels with
my back against the wall as Shane took giant strides, still on his knees,
to squeeze up in close to me and straddle my left thigh. Our cocks were so
stiff, if they had been balloons they would surely have popped. He laid his
against mine again and wrapped both of his fists around them, one on top of
the other. His head fell back as he started pounding away like crazy. I was
done. My toes curled and my fingers snaked into the hair on my head as a
dry orgasm electrified my whole body.

     Shane was far too caught up in his own pleasure to notice. It was
right then that his payoff came as well. He started snorting and huffing as
his grip on our dicks clamped down like a bear trap. In the throws of
orgasm, my cock was super sensitive and how I kept from squealing from that
twinge, I'll never know. He was too consumed by now to even manage complete
strokes. Shane just held his fists in place, squeezed and pumped downward
on the two fleshy sausages in his hand. I snapped back to reality when his
hands stopped moving. My dick was pressed into his so hard I could feel his
load course up through his prick before it came spurting out the tip to hit
our bellies. Either it was all the over-stimulation that we had shared that
night or Shane was really growing up fast, but spurt after little spurt
leaped forth and coated both of our cocks and his hands in goo. We sat
there like that for a moment covered in my big brother's sticky cum, trying
to catch our breath before either of us dared move.

     He was the first. Tired and spent, Shane released his iron grip on our
softening cocks so he could lean back and sit on his heels. "Oh, man!  That
was trippy. No wonder Dad likes that. I'd bet it's ten times better when
they're deep inside a warm, wet hole and you don't have to use your hands."
Then he realized that his hands were covered in jizz so he raised the right
one to his lips and began to lick his own cum off of his fingers.

     "Ew, Sick!" Brad had long since gotten off and now he was sitting on
the carpet with his soft wiener in his hand and a disgusted look on his
face. "That's boner juice. Are you really eating that?!?!?"

     "Yeah," Shane said between lapping at his cum-covered fingers. "I
don't always have something handy to clean up with afterwards so I just got
in the habit of doing it this way."

     I was sitting there in a sort of delirious haze, completely relying on
the wall to hold me up. As I slowly regained control of my senses, I saw
what Shane was doing and then noticed the glob of his cum splashed all over
the softening prick that was dangling between my knees. Curious to see what
it was like, I reached down and wrapped the thumb and forefinger on my
right hand around the base of my waning stiffy and slid my hand up the
shaft, scooping up that whole juicy mess. I raised my hand to my mouth and
sucked it all down. I didn't like the smell of it. It tasted warm and salty
going down. I didn't much care for the taste either, but at least now I
knew.

     "See, it's not so bad," Shane fired his retort at Brad while pointing
at me with one freshly clean hand and holding the other, still sticky, one
to his mouth. "Cade ate it and it wasn't even his own cum!"

     "You guys are gross." That had put the final point on it as far as
Brad was concerned. He yanked his pants up, fastened them and then crawled
back over to the edge of the landing to see if the party was still going
on.

     Having almost fully come down from my horny haze, I figured Brad had
the right idea about something at least. As I did up my jeans, I said to
Shane, "That was cool."

     "Yeah, it was," he replied. "I wouldn't have thought that you could
make jacking-off any better, but I'd have to say we sure did. You're gonna
have to hurry and grow up, Small Fry, so we can both blow big loads that
way!" A shit-eating grin stretched across his face as he balled up his
still semi-moist right hand into a fist and playfully punched my shoulder,
slightly knocking me against the wall.

     "I know. I can't wait!"

     I couldn't wait to see what had happened to Dad's party either. Once
my fly was zipped, I scurried across the floor to rejoin Brad in
surveillance of the living room. The crowd had dwindled down to about ten
people plus Dad. Some of the partiers were still naked and laying around on
our couches, talking and occasionally making out. One woman and three other
guys had their clothes back on and it looked like they were saying their
goodbyes. Dad was milling about, shaking guys' hands as they all thanked
him for the good time. As he walked around the room the remaining ladies
would reach out and give that big, swinging floppy dick flapping around
almost between his knees a tug. One even grabbed him by the cock and pulled
until he nearly fell into her and the guy she had been making out with.  He
leaned in for a kiss while that other guy just sat there and watched, all
three of them naked as the day they were born.

     Soon everyone was on their way out. Dad made a quick lap around the
living room picking up all the used rubbers and throwing them in a waste
basket. He wasn't making a grand effort to clean up. Presumably he just
wanted to take care of the few things that would have been utterly
disgusting to have to wake up to in the morning. The last of the stragglers
ran back in to offer their thanks as well and the last girl out kissed him
deeply stroking his cock back to a complete hard-on, nearly.

     Now that the show was over and he no longer had backed-up jizz
clouding his judgment, Shane regained some sense of practicality. "You
know, we'd probably ought to get cleaned up and ready for bed. That is,
really, the one thing Dad asked us to do and that was hours ago."

     None of us wanted to run the risk of perturbing Dad after he'd had
such an awesome night so the three of us made our way down the hall,
stripped in our respective rooms and headed into Dad's bathroom to use his
shower. It was big enough to fit four men Dad's size at a time so the three
of us could take one shower together and save time. Not long after we got
the water temperature adjusted and began to lather up, Dad came wandering
in still in his birthday suit and semi-erect from that last lady's
goodnight kiss. He sat down on the can and took a big swig from his freshly
opened bottle of beer.

     "I thought I sent you boys to bed a long time ago," he calmly stated
after making that gasp of refreshment that follows when ice cold beer
slides down your throat just the way it should.

     "We got busy teaching ourselves a new game!" Shane proudly proclaimed
with a smile as he rubbed a handful of soap suds around in the crack of his
ass.

     "Is that so?" Dad grinned as though his mind was filling with all
sorts of crazy scenarios that could explain Shane's cryptic account of how
we had spent the past few hours. "Well, I hope it was a fun game at least."

     Shane was such a smart-ass. He delighted in the idea that he might be
getting away with something. "Oh, it was." I looked over at him to see him
grinning from ear to ear. It was also hard to miss the fact that his prick
was standing at attention, waving at his chin and all the rest of us.

     I couldn't help but replay in my mind what it had felt like to thrust
our pieces together until we both had those tremendously satisfying
orgasms. Pretty soon I was hard as rock, too. Brad finished up first and
bounded out of Dad's shower to dry off, followed by Shane. I cut the water
off and was behind them soon enough.

     "G'night, Dad." Brad said sweetly as he leaned in to give our father
one last hug of the day.

     "Good night, boys," he replied, petting the back of Brad's head. "No
more games. Go crawl in bed, now." Brad took off, headed for his room.

     Shane said, "Okay. G'night, Dad." He leaned in for his hug, too, and
as his arms wrapped around Dad's neck his stiff little prick head bumped
into Dad's massive semi and pushed it off to one side. I think I saw Dad's
schlong twitch.

     By the time I was done drying off, Shane was out the door, as well,
and Dad took another swig from his beer. I asked, "You gonna shower, too,
Dad?"

     "Nah, Cade. I'm awful tired. I think I'll leave my shower for the
morning."

     "Alright. G'night, Dad." When I went to lean in for my goodnight hug,
I could smell that familiar smell. The one that I remember thinking would
gross me out if it had been any stronger. On Dad, it WAS strong! My father
positively reeked of sweat, scrotum, saliva, cock, cunt, cum and ass. And
even though the smell was pretty overwhelming, for some reason I didn't
find it as objectionable as I would have thought. I wrapped my arms around
my Daddy's thick neck and gave him a huge hug. Unavoidably my stiff prick
also bumped into Dad's seemingly bigger-than-before semi and slipped
underneath it so that the massive weight of his not-totally-hard fuck-stick
was pressing down on my peter. This time, I know Dad's schlong twitched.

     I felt it. Twice.