Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 15:55:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cover yer Teeth <coveryerteeth@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hardwick Men, part 4

     In the years that followed so many things began to change.
Inexplicably, the more it seemed like it was taking forever for me to grow
up, the faster time seemed to pass. The three of us tore through Junior
High like Tasmanian Devils. We were a bit on the rambunctious side perhaps,
but only because we were always in search of a good time and weren't afraid
to pay the consequences if that meant crossing a line or two. Before too
long our idea of a good time shifted from getting a group of guys together
to play baseball in the park to trying to round a very different set of
bases. Seemingly dissimilar pursuits, although a big part of the fun in
playing "grab ass" still involved getting a group of guys together, if only
to brag about our exploits. That is the age when most boys develop an
interest in sexual pursuits, but thanks to our Old Man us Hardwick boys had
more than enough incentive to cash in on that interest.

     Predictably the driving force behind the unstoppable juggernaut that
was our sexual development was Shane. Soon after our discovery of what we
dubbed "double jacking," it seemed like all Shane ever thought or talked
about was sex. All three of us were well on our way to following in our
father's foot- steps, but with him it was as though spying on Dad's orgy
had created a monster. He got his first blow job in the 8th grade; took
that inch, turned it into a mile and lost his virginity less than three
weeks later. My big brother, Shane, is many things, but selfish is not one
of them. Intent on "sharing the wealth," he set me up to get my first BJ
not long after his.  It was cool and I certainly was interested in
repeating the experience whenever possible, but I wasn't as bent on
rounding the bases all the way into home plate like him. It's still a
fairly young age, I suppose, but I dragged my feet until my Freshman year
of High School before I finally lost the "Big V."

     That year brought so many changes. High School was like a whole new
world. Shane got his Learner's Permit not long after he turned fifteen and
Dad matched him, dollar for dollar, to help him buy an old beater car with
the money he made mowing lawns over the Summer. The rule is that a permit
is only valid when you're accompanied by a licensed adult, but by now you
should have a pretty good handle on how we felt about rules. The three of
us terrorized the roads in and around our hometown. Brad was still in
Junior High so we kept things relatively tame when he tagged along. After a
good, heavy rain we would take Shane's car out to the styx and go
mud-riding, wrestling and the like.

     We left Brad at home when night fell, though, as Shane usually had the
inside track on where the Seniors were getting together to get drunk. It
wasn't all that common for underclassmen to be so well accepted, but thanks
to our "accelerated" development I suppose we weren't as naive and geeky as
the rest. I know for a fact that Shane got more play than most of the
Senior guys and . . . me? I did alright. When there wasn't any other
trouble to get into around town, we usually just tried to sneak some
beer. My big brother and I would go get our friend, Jeff (who was also a
Sophomore, like Shane), and drive out into the hills where we would end up
sitting around in the middle of nowhere talking shit and trying to catch a
buzz. As fathers come, it's safe to say our Dad was extremely permissive,
but he always told us that if the cops brought us home he would wait till
they were gone so he could whip our asses like he never had before. The few
times he was forced to, Dad always made good on promises like that so we
were careful to do all our law-breaking off the beaten path.

     One time in particular sticks out in my mind. It was a lazy Saturday
afternoon in the Spring, just after the weather had turned warmer. While
Shane and I were driving around town, after lunch, we spotted a delivery
truck parked behind this little hole-in-the-wall convenience store. We
drove around the block and parked out of sight.

     "Wait here," Shane said with this far-off look in his eyes. "And don't
cut the engine off!"

     "What's up?"

     He climbed out of the driver's seat and pushed the door in as he said,
"You'll see."

     He stopped the door just short of latching and then walked over to the
building behind the store where he stood with his back against the wall and
peered around the corner. Once he was sure that there was just that one guy
making the delivery, he waited for him to load his dolly and turn to go
into the store before he made his move. In a few seconds he came sprinting
around the corner hugging a 24-pack of Coors.

     When I grasped what was going on, I said, "Oh, Shit!" under my breath.
All my muscles tensed up until I was practically standing up against my
seat.

     "Here!" Shane said after he pulled his door open. Almost before I
could react the pack of beer came flying at me. I stuffed it in the
floorboard under my feet.

     "Hit the gas, Asshole!"

     A block away, I finally began to breathe again. Shane was laughing his
ass off. "You've gotta admit, that was pretty fuckin' sweet! Huh?"

     "You're a psycho! Drive like a little blue-haired old lady until we
get home. I'm not getting busted with this shit. You better hope nobody
saw!"  In truth, I thought it was pretty fucking sweet, but we hadn't
exactly gotten away with it, yet. I wasn't about to encourage him until we
killed the very last brew.

     We took the beer home and dumped some ice over it in Dad's cooler,
loaded it in the trunk and went to go pick up Jeff. There was a secluded
spot out in the hills where we frequented on just such occasions. It was
well out of pocket and a great place to get our drink on. We always had
lots of privacy out there. I was no stranger to taking risks, but theft was
way out of my comfort zone. My asshole stayed clenched up so tight that you
couldn't have pulled a pin out of it until after I'd downed my first whole
beer. That first round gave Shane plenty of time to recount the tale for
Jeff, gesticulating emphatically and hopping around as he acted it out.

     "Cade nearly shit a brick! You should have seen his face. It was
priceless!"

     Jeff was smiling from ear to ear, but he was well aware of the fact
that out of the four of us even our baby brother, Brad, wasn't the biggest
Goodie Two-Shoes. He was. "I wish I could have seen it, but I'm still glad
I wasn't there."

     "Nah, you'd have loved it," Shane said before he squeezed Jeff's
shoulder and took a swig of beer. "It was AWESOME!"

     "What's awesome is that we didn't get caught. You're fuckin' lucky,
ya' crazy son of a bitch," I said, leering at Shane as I cracked open my
second can.

     "Blow Me, Pantywaist! You do an awful lotta bitch'n for a guy who's
drinking all MY BEER. Glad to know that sour puss of yours don't ruin the
taste."

     After the first ice-cold swallow, I smiled at my big brother and said,
"Nope. Free beer tastes pretty damn good. I'll give you that."

     Shane burst out laughing and stomped towards me. He shouted, "THAT'S
WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT, BUDDY!!! C'mere," then he nearly tackled me with a
bear hug and shook me, side to side. Seeing me getting into the spirit put
him over the moon.

     Jeff crushed the can he had just finished and as he walked to the
cooler for another, he said, "You two queers done make'n out?"

     "Awww . . . don't feel left out, honey." Shane walked over to him, put
his hands on Jeff's face and started smooshing his cheeks together with his
thumbs until Jeff was all fish-faced. "You're still my best girl. In fact,
you've got the purdiest lil' pussy I ever seen."

     Jeff playfully pushed Shane away and swatted his hands. "Cut it out,
Dickhead!"

     All the guys we knew talked to each other like that. Cut-downs and
calling each other's masculinity into question were our way of having a
little good-natured fun at our friend's expense. That's why I didn't think
twice about throwing my two cents in.

     "Yeah, Jeff. Shane told me all about how purdy that pussy of yours is.
Can't wait to get all up in that, myself."

     Jeff shot me this questioning look and suddenly acted a little
nervous.  His eyes darted quickly between looking at Shane and then back at
me.  There was a really uncomfortable silence for a moment before Shane
laughed so hard he dropped his beer and doubled over. Jeff's face was
turning red and his eyes were shooting daggers at Shane.

     Once he finally calmed down long enough to take breath, Shane saw that
Jeff was mightily pissed off. In between chuckles he managed to spit out,
"I swear, Jeff, I didn't tell him anything," while waving his hands in
front of him, the universal sign for "No."

     I didn't know what the Hell was going on. Apparently I had stepped in
some shit, but I had no idea what. I just made something up to play off of
Shane's bit, teasing Jeff about having a pussy. We had all jacked off
together lots of times before, so I knew that our friend wasn't a side-show
hermaphrodite or anything. Obviously what I said struck a nerve somewhere,
though.

     Jeff hardly moved a muscle. He had this seething look of hatred for
Shane. I half-expected his face to melt off at any moment.

     Shane's laughter finally ran its course once he saw that Jeff didn't
find it funny at all. He tried to lighten the mood by saying, "Shit. I
dropped my brew. Oh, well! There's more where that came from." He walked
over to the cooler to grab another, but when nobody else said a word his
face began to tell of his mounting frustration with the awkwardness of this
situation. The wheels started spinning and he took a huge gulp of beer to
help the process.

     Whatever the reason, our good friend was so embarrassed that he
wouldn't look at either of us. He just sat there, completely immobile,
staring at the ground. You would have thought a bear had come out of the
woods and that he was playing dead.

     "Alright! Look," Shane had apparently arrived at his next step. "If
you don't believe me, I can't think of a way to convince you. So why don't
we just tell him? What's the big deal?" He looked at Jeff waiting for him
to say something. Anything.

     Jeff finally raised his eyes to gaze at Shane. His countenance had
changed. He no longer looked at my brother with hatred. Instead, what I saw
in his eyes was now fear and uncertainty. Jeff looked as though he didn't
know what to think.

     "C'mon," Shane continued. "We've all jerked off together since we were
kids. None of us have blabbed to anyone about it. Have we? Besides, Cade
won't even care."

     What the Hell had I gotten myself into? These guys obviously had some
huge secret that they had kept from me, but I couldn't begin to guess what
it was. It had to be huge, since whatever it was had Jeff completely
paralyzed in fear. He looked like he heard what Shane said, but the only
way to tell was that he began staring at the ground again.

     Shane took his reluctance to answer as his cue to sweeten the pot.
"Tell you what, we'll go Even Steven. I'll show you a secret of ours
that'll make yours seem like chicken shit." With that said, my big brother
turned to walk toward me and backed me up against the grill of his car. He
reached around me to set his beer on the hood and then grabbed my jeans at
the waist to unfasten them.

     "What the fuck are you doing, Shane?" I blurted out as he unzipped me
and yanked the waistband to my underwear down to free my cock. I set my
beer down, too, and put my hands on his chest about to push him away.

     With my floppy cock in his left hand, he began to unzip himself with
the right as he said, "Chill out! We gotta teach Jeff about 'double
jacking' so he can get over being all butt-hurt."

     "WHAT?!?" I hollered before giving my big brother a shove. "Not cool,
Shane!" I looked at Jeff whose demeanor hadn't changed much. Instead of
being petrified, though, I think he had transitioned into being frozen from
astonishment. I don't know if it was the beer or if letting someone see my
brother grab for my dick just didn't have the effect on me that I would
expect or what, but I felt the beginnings of a hard-on building up.

     "JESUS CHRIST!!" That shove really pissed Shane off. "Would you guys
stop acting like a couple of sniveling little bitches?!? Cade, Jeff sucks
my dick sometimes. Jeff, Cade and I sometimes rub our dicks together and
jerk them both off. There! All our shit's out on the table. It's not such a
big fucking deal! Would you two get over yourselves, already?!?"

     You know those scenes in the Road Runner cartoons when the Coyote gets
an anvil dropped on his head? Because of that moment, I think I have a
fairly good idea of how it feels when that happens. Talk about dropping a
bomb! Not only had he just aired our dirty laundry, but my older brother
just told me that he lets his best friend, a guy, suck his dick. I was
stunned. So stunned, in fact, that I neglected to stuff my junk back down
into my underwear. Bizarre coincidence, you might say, since that hard-on I
had been developing began to grow in leaps and bounds as I absently thought
about Jeff wrapping his mouth around my big brother's cock.

     "You're so full of shit!" Jeff became re-animated so suddenly it took
us both by surprise. "Do you really expect me to believe that you were
about to rub your dick together with your little brother's?"

     "Yeah." Shane had been tugging on his pud this whole time while Jeff
and I tried to process what he had just said. "Just like I expect him to
believe you suck dick." My big brother may not have been very tactful, but
at least he said exactly what he meant.

     I looked at Jeff. "You suck dick?"

     Jeff looked back at me with a guilty expression. "Shut up!"

     "Look, watch." Shane walked towards me while I was still looking at
Jeff and he wrapped his hand around my semi-hard cock. He pressed the tip
of my semi against the tip of his rock hard dick and rubbed them around
together.

     That got my attention. "Holy Shit!"

     "Holy Shit!" Jeff's jaw hit the ground.

     Shane gently stroked my cock and continued to playfully rub them
together as my dick became hard as steel in his hand. Without taking his
eyes off of the two Hardwick cocks he was playing with he said to Jeff,
"See?  You're not going to tell anybody that I do this with my brother any
more than Cade is gonna tell that you like to suck cock. Are you?"

     He glanced up at both Jeff and myself and we both met his gaze by
shaking our heads.

     "Good! Cuz I'm dying for a blow job!" Shane let go of my schlong,
pushed his pants down and hopped up on the hood of his car. He gasped a
tiny bit when his bare ass-cheeks hit the cool metal.

     Jeff folded his arms and turned in profile to Shane. "Then you'd
better suck it yourself, cuz I'm not doing it."

     "C'mon!" Shane begged in a tone of voice akin to a little kid begging
for ice cream. "You know you like it. Where's the hold-up? If you suck my
dick, Cade will suck yours."

     "The fuck I will!" I contested. "I'm not no faggot!"

     "Don't be a shit!" Shane said just before slapping me upside my
forehead. "Sucking dick don't make you a fag. It don't make you anything
except cool as shit, the way I see it. And don't call people that unless
they know you're just joking. Say it again and I'll kick your ass!"

     I don't know why I reacted like that. I just blurted out the responce
that I thought would have been expected of me. Shane's reaction sure put me
in my place. Gave me a lot to think about, too. "Have you sucked dick,
Shane?"

     "Yeah, I tried it," he said just as casually as if we'd been talking
about eating pizza with chocolate sauce on it, or something. "I'm not as
good at it as Jeff is. C'mon, Jeff! PLEASE! Look at how hard my dick is.
I'm gonna get blue balls if you don't!" Shane gripped his cock by the base
and started waving it around in Jeff's direction.

     Truth be told, we had jerked off together a lot over the years and I
had thought about what it would be like to have Jeff's cock in my mouth a
few times. More than a few times, actually. I tried to play it off, but now
the idea of Jeff's hot cock in my big brother's mouth really made my dick
twitch.  I wanted to rub one out on the spot, but I just casually began to
stroke my throbbing dick like I was in no big hurry.

     Jeff incredulously turned to see what inane antic Shane was up to and
saw that we both had wood you could drive a railroad spike with. He looked
at Shane's cock, then my cock, then looked Shane in the eye. Finally he
acquiesced with a sigh and said, "God damn. Do all the men in your family
have dicks that big?"

     "Hell yes!" Shane happily proclaimed as he began to dick-slap the palm
of his left hand with the underside of his hard schlong. "If you think
these are big, you should see our Dad's. You'd shit your pants!"

     Jeff must have thought Shane was joking. He sort of scoffed with a
smile and rolled his eyes before he tentatively reached over to fondle my
big brother's meat. He stroked it a few times and then looked over at me to
gauge my reaction. The sight of him jerking my brother off made me want to
bust a nutt, right there. I started stroking my own hard cock a little
faster. He took that as a good sign and moved his hand so that Shane's
aching balls lay against his palm and then he closed his fingers around
Shane's nut-sack. Shane leaned back and rested both hands on the hood of
his car while his nuts got gently squeezed and rolled around. Then, Jeff's
head plunged toward his hand as he took my brother's cock in his mouth. I
nearly shot my wad just from the sight of it!

     I stopped playing with myself entirely and I watched the first few
long, slow slurps as Jeff would slide his lips back up to the head of
Shane's pole only to suck it right back in. Shane was in Heaven. He started
to breathe deep and loudly. Jeff took his cock in his mouth almost down to
the root and then let go of Shane's balls so he could undo his jeans and
let his own stiff prick out to play. I could see his cheek bulge when his
tongue rolled around the tip of my brother's dick as Jeff jerked himself a
bit. Once his own cock was good and hard, he moved his hands to the
underside of Shane's thighs and pushed up to roll Shane back so that he was
laying on the hood. He let Shane's wet dick slide out of his mouth and slap
against my big brother's flat belly then he leaned in to suck on his nuts.

     "Oh, fuck yeah!" Shane panted. He raised both his hands to his
forehead and ran them up into his hair. It was clear Big Bro was enjoying
himself.

     Jeff went back to worshiping Shane's tall shaft and after his head was
bobbing up and down on it in a steady rhythm, Shane raised up and grabbed
the back of Jeff's head by his hair. He was pushing Jeff's head down and
raising his hips to skull-fuck his best friend. Shane glanced over at me
and saw I was rubbing my swollen balls and practically drooling all over
myself after watching this mouth-watering display.

     Shane pulled on Jeff's hair until his rod flopped out of his mouth
then he cupped Jeff's chin in his hand and said, "Don't forget. It's double
coupon day. Two tasty dicks for the price of one." A wicked grin stretched
over his face before they both turned their head to look at me. Shane sat
up as Jeff moved toward me, both of them tugging on their puds. I turned so
that I could prop myself up against the grill of the car and Jeff got on
his knees in front of me. I was so nervous the sound of a pin drop could
have made me jump out of my skin.

     Jeff grabbed hold of my hips and just looked up at me with my hard-on,
stiffer than any I think I had ever had before, between his face and mine.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his nose into the hilt of
my dick letting my balls lay across his lips and my throbbing meat rub
against the bridge of his nose and his forehead. Then, he began to inhale
as he pulled his head back, dragging his nose all along the left side of my
shaft.  When he passed the tip, he reached up to wrap his hand around the
base, looked up at me for a second, then closed his eyes and dove onto my
schlong.

     This wasn't my first blow job, but it sure was a whole new experience.
Not only could Jeff swallow more of my cock than I was accustomed to, he
knew just where to lick, just when to suck, and he did this circular
head-bob thing that drove me fucking wild! I was completely lost in the
utter ecstasy of all these new and wonderful sensations. I probably would
have dumped my load on his tongue a second later if I hadn't felt Shane's
hand squeeze my shoulder.

     "Share the love, little brother," he said with a shit-eating grin.  He
hopped down off of his car and stood next to me with his jeans down around
his ankles.

     Jeff reached over and put his right hand on Shane's left hip. He slid
my cock out of his mouth and then slurped down my brother's. While he was
busy blowing Shane he wrapped his left hand around my cock and used his
left- over spit to jerk me off.

     "Aww, yeah! See, Cade? I told you Jeff sucks dick like a champ."

     Jeff pulled back off Shane's cock and chuckled, wiping the moisture
from his face. He sat back on his haunches, looked up at the both of us and
said, "Show me that 'double jacking' thing you mentioned," and then spat in
his hand to lube up his own neglected pole.

     Shane and I turned to face each other, pressed our hard-ons together
and wrapped our four hands around them. We humped into our hands and
squeezed with our fingers when both of our cocks were crammed together at
the top of each thrust.

     Jeff watched this show and jacked off like mad. After a moment, he
panted, "That's so hot! It must be fun to live in your house. Do you think
I could get you both in my mouth at the same time?"

     "See, this is why we keep you around," Shane said after we stopped
humping our dicks together. "You have some fucking brilliant ideas!" He
slapped Jeff on the shoulder then stuck his finger, which was still moist
from gripping our slobber-slicked cocks, in Jeff's ear to give him a Wet
Willy.

     "Agh!" Jeff squirmed and knocked Shane's hand away. "Wrong hole,
Dumbass!"

     Shane laughed and said, "Oh. My Bad," then put his arm around my
shoulders as we faced Jeff with our dicks together.

     Jeff took a dick in each hand and pressed them together as close as
they would go. He spread his jaw and leaned forward until the heads of both
Hardwick cocks were in his mouth. Together they were too big for him to
take very much, but he made up for it by swirling that amazing tongue of
his around. With that impressive mouthful, Jeff couldn't help but let go
and put his hands to better use furiously beating off his own meat.

     Shane picked up the slack and used his left hand to jerk the base of
his shaft while Jeff lapped at our leaking cock heads in his
mouth. Following his good example, I did the same. Soon, the three of us
were all pounding away. Our breath grew quick and shallow as those huge hot
loads built up in our nads.

     All of a sudden, Jeff began to moan. The vibration on the tip of my
rod got me all that much closer, but Jeff spit our cocks out and leaned
back.  He lifted his shirt up with his left hand and pounded his meat with
his right fist. "Oh . . . Oh . . . I'm gonna cum!" he shouted before a nice
sized load oozed from his piss-slit and trickled down his shaft while he
tried to catch his breath.

     "Damn, that was hot! I'm next. I can feel it," Shane practically
grunted the words he spoke.

     "Cum on my face. Both of ya'! I want both of your hot loads all over
my face, man."

     Jeff didn't have to twist Shane's arm. The minute he said that, Shane
inched closer and bellowed as a huge wad of cum spurted out of his rock
hard cock. The minute the first rope landed on Jeff's cheek, I was done. I
scooted up next to Shane and blew all that I had, too. Between the two of
us, Jeff's face was soaked with five splashes of Hardwick spooge. Jeff
moaned and milked the last drops of cum from his softening cock as he
licked his lips. My big brother's jizz mixed with my own and slid down onto
Jeff's eagerly awaiting tongue.

     "GOD DAMN! WHEW!" Shane hollered loud enough to be heard in four
counties and he slammed his hand against my left should to give me a
playful shove. "Didn't I tell you that was some cool shit?"

     "Hell yeah. Jeff, that was awesome! I didn't know it could be like
that. Girls must be garbage at sucking dick, man."

     Jeff just sat there smiling, deliriously happy while he wiped the cum
from his eyes.

     "Hey, wait. You missed a bit." Shane grabbed Jeff by the head, leaned
down and then licked two big globs of cum from his nose and forehead.

     "Nasty!" Jeff tried unsuccessfully to break free from Shane before he
had licked his face clean. "Get off me, Shane." His voice trailed off into
laughter.

     "Gett off on you?  I just did.  Me and Cade, both." Shane had been
knocked off of his feet. He and Jeff were rolling around on the ground
wrestling as Shane taunted him. "We just spooged all over your face! What
more do you want? I could probably go again, but your gonna have to give me
a minute, ya' cum-hungry slut."

     We zipped up and sat around for the rest of the evening trying to kill
as much of that stolen beer as we could drink. We only made it about half
way before Shane suggested that we save the rest for the next weekend. Not
only did we go back that next weekend, the three of us spent a Hell of a
lot of time during our High School years out in those woods. It got to
where I looked forward to that more than chasing skirts. None of the girls
I dated could suck dick like Jeff. Before too long, I got to realize my
fantasy and actually taste Jeff's dick for myself. On occasion I watched
Shane suck his dick, too. After Brad made it into High School, we initiated
him as well.  The day couldn't come soon enough for me, but Shane
eventually talked Jeff into letting us fuck him. What a good fucking
friend. We all loved Jeff just like he was a brother and we considered
ourselves lucky to know him.